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A quick very simple poll..... sub Jason's Sir Doug will be gone for 9 days. In that time should Master Terry blood slam what is now his locked pig under his control? pig emoji = Yes upvote = No

Fuuuuuck so today has been incredible. I recently posted about a "keep locked and plugged for a week" challenge that I may have failed due to not being able to sleep plugged but I've been caged in chastity all week again and today I forced myself to see how long I could last plugged with my bigger toys while working from home. This morning I did two hours of the 3 inch plug I originally used for this challenge, then it felt too easy so I switched it out for the 12" rubber pony cock dildo I've got for 4 hours, using my harness to keep the beast in and forcing it deeper whenever I was sitting down. I was shocked at just how comfortable it felt having this beast inside me for so long. Finally, the biggest plug I've got is basically the size of a fist and I haven't managed to keep it inside me for more than 5 minutes before it gets too much. A dom master of mine pushed me and ordered me to strap that into my pussy for 15 minutes. Then he decided I wasn't complaining enough and so it must be too easy so I had to keep it in for 45 minutes instead. I got about 35 minutes in and stupidly I messaged saying how I was relieved I only had 10 minutes to go and he naturally decided to punish me further and 45 minutes turned into an hour and a half. Bear in mind this plug is pretty damn big and my previous personal best of 5 minutes changing to an hour and a half was intense. I was so turned on by the time I got to an hour and ten, my cunt was just so stimulated and twitching with every movement. What does the master do? Messages me saying he's gonna pop out for an hour or so and that I better keep plugged until he gets back or else. This was so hot but also so scary to hear as I was really struggling by that point. Luckily a regular of mine messaged telling me he needed to unload and that he and a friend were coming over to use me. I messaged the master asking if I could unplug to allow them to breed me and he agreed, under the condition that I plug my hole again immediately after they'd gone. I may have disobeyed. After they'd left I brought out my biggest toy, it's basically three huge dicks in one and I gooned out on poppers and stretched myself out until I could take it to the base, making sure that I pushed those guy's loads as deep as possible. I filmed a video of it for the master and once it was sent I plugged myself up again and waited until he finally told me I could unplug as long as I sent him a video of me pushing it out and all that cum slopping out of me. The power of a master's dominance making me increase my tolerance from 5 minutes to several hours 🤤 I am one satisfied locked sub.

I'm thinking about spending a good time of the year after retirement in Play del Ingles, Gran Canaria. Nice climate all year around. Gay hot spot and good flight connections to cities in Spain and the continent. Maybe not to live there permanently. I like a change of seasons. But rent something for a few months a few times a year is doable.

The typical prison-set story would probably involve some new inmate having his cherry popped and becoming the personal cumdump of a dominant prisoner. Maybe it would involve an inmate being used by the guards. Maybe it would even be some sickly love story about two cellmates finding comfort in each other’s arms. But that is not how this story goes. No, for I am actually a prison guard, my cherry was popped years ago, and this is the story of how I was ‘set free’ by a prisoner. I had played along with the stereotype for hunky young men in my school, dating a pretty girl, marrying her after graduation, and having a couple of babies shortly after that. I had not gone to college, but instead got a job in a security firm before applying for a role as a prison guard once I was a bit older. Eventually we had moved to a different, larger town after my wife inherited a small house from her great aunt, and I had managed to pick up a job at the prison there. This is all well and good, but of course is not the whole story. I had first acted on my impulses when I was a security guard, forcing a drunk guy who was trespassing on the land I was looking after to suck me off so that I would let him go. Another trespasser was made to let me suck him off. When I caught two guys living rough on a construction site I was patrolling, I let them stay as long as they fucked me every night. I made them wear condoms of course, but somewhere in the back of my mind I knew I would rather they went in bare. Being a prison guard had opened up new opportunities for me, but these were definitely more limited in the first place that I worked just because of how small it was. It was only once I had got settled in at my current job at a huge state prison on the edge of town that I realised how much I was going to be able to satisfy my need for cock, so that I could go home every night with that itch scratched and duly play my role as the good husband, the doting father, the man of the house. It was very easy to identify the inmates who could give me what I needed, in exchange for cigarettes, weed or whatever they wanted (within reason). However, I also knew that it would be best to not leave much evidence behind wherever on the complex I found to have these interactions, so I got myself on PrEP and finally ditched the condoms. There were a few places I could risk getting inmates to fuck me without any issues. There were three different storage cupboards out of view of security cameras that served the purpose well, depending on whether I was guarding the inmates doing laundry, those doing who were cleaning the communal showers, or the ones getting some library time. There was also a secret locker at the back of one of the landscaping sheds which had apparently been put in by a now-retired dodgy guard for storing contraband he could sell to the prisoners, which I took over as my personal pounding room when I was guarding the inmates doing the gardening. I had to have my wits about me though, and a chance encounter in a public toilet with a guy called Bill who worked in the security room proved to be very helpful. Thereafter, in exchange for daily access to my ass if he wanted to bust a load, I could rely on him to work things so that I could have a bit of time with a prisoner a few times a week without being filmed or seen. It was a nice arrangement, and meant that I ended most of my shifts with at least two loads in me. Then one day I got sick. No, not ‘that’ kind of sick, but rather I picked up a stomach infection. It knocked me off work for a few days, and when I went to the doctor he put me on some antibiotics while also telling me to lay off certain things for a while. Alcohol was one, my PrEP pills were another. Indeed, he told me I should take the opportunity to give my body a break from that regime, and I would just need to adjust my lifestyle accordingly for a bit (though he didn't delve into why a married man was taking the pills). I had already been off them for nearly a week given I couldn’t keep anything down, and now he wanted me to take another three or four weeks without swallowing one. What. A. Nightmare. However, I decided to be a good patient and do as he asked. I spoke to the warden about returning to work but needing a bit of time to get back into the swing of things, and he put me on a few days of admin duties to help him catch the place up after a secretary had left and they’d failed to recruit anyone else suitable. This worked well for me, giving me some time away from the temptation of the prisoners while still allowing me to keep Bill sweet by sucking him off once or twice a day. After a bit of persuading, I also let him resume fucking me as he said he was clean and, well, I needed him to be on side when I got back to doing what I loved. I suppose it was naive of me to think I would not be sent back to my normal day job, and when I was finally put back on guarding duties I still had three weeks to go before I could go back on the pills. I carried some condoms around with me in case I got weak, but I focused on trying to stay out of the way of the clique of prisoners who had become my regulars. This wasn’t so easy, but for a few days I managed it to the point that I thought I would maybe make it through until I was safe to resume normal service. There were two things that I didn’t know in all of this. First, my clique was getting seriously restless, not just from a lack of easy sex but also because their regular supply of contraband had been cut off. Second, two of my fellow guards were also now suffering from the shutdown in the system. Mike and Steve were, it seems, rather crooked and had found out about my exploits after confronting Bill about some oddities in the footage. They had been looking for something to use against a prisoner at the time, but once my activities came to light they had instead decided to make some money out of it. They could have gone down the immediate blackmail route with me, but instead had set up tiny cameras in all of my secret spaces to get some footage they could sell online as well as hold in reserve to use against me if needed. I had, entirely unintentionally and unknowingly, become a bit of a porn star. Anyway, my sudden disappearance was becoming an issue. A few days away because I was sick was something everyone just had to put up with, but the knowledge that I was back in the building but still somehow unavailable was going down less well. The fact that I was even now back on guarding duties but still not putting out was, it turned out, intolerable. Bill knew why I was taking a break, but he was also not in a position to deny Mike and Steve’s demands for a resolution to the problem, and thus the three of them formed a plan. They figured I needed to be ‘re-inducted’ to the way of life that made them money, and they were going to see to it that I realised the error of my ways. That plan involved me reporting for a meeting I had been notified about through what seemed like an official email, only to find myself alone in the smaller and more remote of the two conference rooms at the prison. After waiting for a bit I got up to leave, which is when I found the door had quietly been locked by someone on the outside. I banged on it and shouted, but no-one came and I soon gave up. I slumped in a seat, quite alarmed at the situation I was in, until I heard the door unlock. Before I could get up it swung open and three of my regulars walked in. Patrick was a big hulk of a man, tattooed from head to toe, always wearing a grimace, and pretty much the most rampant rapist of other prisoners that we guards knew of. Mark was pretty short and looked kind of feeble, but he was sharp as a nail, was at the centre of most of the contraband rings going, and I also knew him to be hung like a horse. Gary was quite a gentle looking man, belying his true nature as a violent thug who rather made up for his homosexuality by behaving as much like an alpha as he could. “Been avoiding us” said Gary. “Er, guys, I, have, er, been, er, sick” I stammered. “Yeah, like two weeks ago” Mark said, sneering. “You’ve been avoiding us since. What gives?” “I, er…” I tried to reply, but was cut off by Patrick striding towards me, throwing me face forwards onto the conference room table, and then grabbing the fabric of my pants. He unceremoniously ripped a huge hole at the back, and then immediately tore through my Calvin Kleins underneath. I barely had time to react when I felt his cock ram into my hole, which fortunately Bill had fucked just an hour earlier so I was at least a little stretched and lubed. It still hurt like hell though, and I yelled in pain but also in horror. Patrick fucked me like a madman, and then blew his load inside me. Gary followed suit, then Mark. Then Patrick again. Then Gary again. You get the drift. They were damn near relentless. I knew I was fucked. Not only do I mean I was being fucked, but in the other sense I was fucked too. You see, not only was Patrick a known rapist, but every single one of the prisoners who he set his sights on would wind up in the infirmary with flu. The other guards hadn’t made the connection, but I knew what was going on. Patrick was clearly as toxic as it gets, and all these men he took as his own were getting pozzed. Now here I was taking load after load from him when I had no protection of any kind, and I guess you could say I knew my fate was sealed. As for Gary and Mark, I had no idea of their status, although if they weren’t already poz then repeatedly dipping their cocks into the toxic splooge that Patrick was leaving in my hole was possibly going to take them down too. In all, while bent over the conference table that afternoon, I took twelve loads. Five were from Patrick, four from Mark, and three from Gary. My hole was left gaping, dripping cum that I also found had a pink tint to it when I was finally allowed to leave the room and run across the hall to the bathroom. They’d fucked me so much I was bleeding, meaning I was pretty damn sure what was in store for me. I was on the Poztown Express, and life as I knew it would be over. Suddenly a calm descended on me as I realised that I didn’t care. If anything, I felt a wave of euphoria and relief flow over me. Orchestrating this secret life on the side had been kind of exhausting, but nowhere near as tiring as maintaining the pretence of being some kind of perfect straight man. If Patrick had kept to his normal form then I was going to be testing positive soon, and maybe that’s just what I needed to break me out of the ‘straightjacket’. I decided then and there that I would resume normal service the next day, and Patrick would be the one I aimed to get with the most. But that wasn’t enough. After finding some fresh pants and starting the drive home, I felt compelled to find some way to keep things going that same day. A beast had been unleashed in me, and that beast needed feeding. I circled back round off my normal route, and headed for the overpass where I knew I could find what I was looking for. Sure enough, when I pulled up nearby and got out of my car, I could see a couple of fires burning in barrels, and the shapes of various men hanging around. I took a deep breath, then walked over towards them all. When I reached the camp and looked around, I briefly paused to take in my surroundings before finally recognising the man I had come to see. Standing a few feet away and staring intently at me was Willy, a former inmate that we guards knew was Patrick’s boy and who had, as we were not surprised to hear, joined the ranks of the homeless after being released. “What the fuck you doing here” he spat out at me. I didn’t reply, but instead just walked towards and then past him to a gap in the tents and cardboard boxes that I could see beyond. I stepped into that gap, noting it felt a bit like a dark alley being out of the light from the barrel fires, and then took another deep breath. As I heard the crunch of someone walking up behind me, I undid my new pants and pulled them down, revealing my torn underwear beneath. I then bent forward, put my hands on the concrete of the overpass for support, and pushed my butt back. The message was heard loud and clear, and in mere moments I felt a cock being pushed into me. I don’t know if it was actually Willy or one of the other guys living there, but he fucked me good and hard for a few minutes and then blew his load. Another followed suit, his cock being so thick it made me yelp as it went in despite how stretched I was by this point. Once he was done, a whole procession of more average-sized guys stuck their dicks in me and blew a load. Maybe some of them had a second go, but I never looked back to see. All I knew is that Willy at least must be diseased, and I was willing to bet that many of the others were too. Indeed, I suspected I was getting more than just HIV pumped into me. After a bit of a clean-up by the car with some moist towels, I went home to endure the wrath of my wife for being so late. I chuckled to myself at how angry she was going to be when the truth came out, and the fact that I found the prospect of that funny only assured me that I was finally on the right path. The next day it was much the same story. I managed to get a session in with Patrick in the landscaping shed, and then after clocking off I went back to the overpass to take some more dirty loads from all the homeless guys who fancied using me, then home to fury in woman form. The day after, Patrick took me in the laundry storage room, followed by Gary in the landscaping shed, and then it was back to the overpass that night on the way home. You get the idea. I was a man on a mission. The warden was deeply displeased when I called in sick with the flu just a few weeks after being off with that stomach bug, but there we go. We were already short staffed, so I knew my job was safe despite what was about to go down in my personal life. Sure enough, once I was better I got myself tested, and then proudly put the results in front of my wife. HIV, and at least three other STDs. She of course went apeshit, and I was out on my ass. I stayed with Bill for a couple of days while I got an apartment of my own sorted, and barely three days after moving in the divorce papers arrived. My wife took the kids and moved back to her mother’s, the house went on the market, and that was that. Old life gone, new life started. I was free. By raping me with his toxic cock, Patrick had not only possibly been the one to poz me, but he’d set me loose from the constraints that I had built up around my world. Now I was an open, happy pig, able to visit any bar, club or bookstore in town without worrying about who saw me, and readily accepting any man who happened by to come round to my place to spend the night buried inside me. I decided not to stop my community service at the overpass, and to this day I’m there several times a week chasing down whatever bugs the men have picked up. As for prison life, things got interesting. Bill knew my status but didn’t stop fucking me, so he eventually got taken down with the bug. Mike and Steve crossed a line with Mark on a contraband deal gone wrong, and soon found themselves being set upon by Patrick, Gary and a load of other guys when they were on garden guarding duty, before being made to bend over in my secret shed to take their punishment. That’s two more staff now pozzed. The warden getting drunk and coming on to me one night took the tally up to five, and got me a promotion as well in exchange for my silence on the matter. He also agreed to shut off a couple of cameras periodically, so I'm now a lot more free to get what I need from a much larger group of regulars. Funny how things work out. Anyway, I told you this wouldn’t be your normal prison story. Who knows where things will go next in my life, but for now I have to run. We have a busload of new prisoners arriving soon, and I want to go and see if I can guess which one will be first to succumb to Patrick’s DNA. Lucky bastards...

Part 13 - Tops and bottoms 1 As I've said in previous posts, I've noticed over the years that a lot of guys cheat because they're not getting enough sex at home, but I've also found that a lot of guys cheat because their partner is exclusively a top or, more usually, a bottom, and they need a bit of variety. I've always been surprised over the years by how many guys don't seem to realise that if they don't fuck their partner now and then, someone else will! In the mid 90s, I had just turned 30 and I had started to fuck without condoms. One Friday night, I was cruising in a park in Glasgow, which at that time was quite an active cruising ground. I wandered round for a while and then, a little to my surprise, I got cruised by a good looking, dark haired young lad in a polo shirt and trackie bottoms, who looked to be in his early 20s. We cruised each other for a while and then went somewhere quiet. He pulled his pants down and I went down and started to suck his cock, enjoying every minute of sucking this good looking young lad, and after a while we changed places and he went down on me. We sucked each other for a while and then he bent over and I pulled his cheeks apart and began to lick his arse. He was giving little moans as he wanked himself and I could tell he was really into getting his arse licked. After a while he stood up and asked me if I wanted to fuck him. At this time the safe sex message was everywhere, and I was not surprised when he said we had to use a condom. He checked his pockets and then looked at me. "I'm really sorry," he said "I think I've lost my condoms." He asked if I had any and I shook my head. He looked genuinely disappointed and I asked him if he wanted to fuck without a condom. He shook his head and told me he had a partner who worked Friday nights and added that he sometimes went cruising because his partner was a total bottom and he liked to get fucked now and then, but he couldn't put himself or his partner at risk. I said I totally respected that and asked if I could lick his arse again. I sucked his cock for a while and then he bent over and I pushed my tongue back up his hairy arsehole. He was moaning now and then he stood up and said "Fuck it, let's do it!" "Are you sure?" I asked. He nodded and bent over again, pulling his cheeks apart. "Fuck me!" he said I rubbed some lube on his hole , positioned myself behind him and pushed my cock against his hole. He groaned as my cock slid slowly but surely up his tight arse and, after I had given him a moment to get used to it, he bent forward and I began to fuck him. His hole was incredibly tight and this, together with the fact that I was fucking him without a condom when he had genuinely intended to use one, turned me on even further. I began to fuck him harder and he moaned "Oh yes.......oh yes.....oh fuck yes!" He was moaning and wanking himself as I began to fuck him harder and before much longer I was getting close. I wondered if he would ask me to pule out, but he didn't and a few minutes later I was squirting what felt like a really big load right up his cheating arse. When I had finished cumming and pulled out, he straightened up and took hold of his cock. He wanked it a few times as I fingered his arse and then he shot his load out in front of him. He grinned at me. "That was awesome!" he said. "We probably shouldn't have done it, but it was awesome!" He pulled up his pants, kissed me, and then wandered off. I could tell he had really got off on being fucked bareback and I suspected that in future a few more of his secret Friday night trips to the park would result in him going home to his partner with a load up his arse. I've also had a few horny experiences with guys who don't often get to top and one of the horniest was about ten years ago. At that time I had a job which required me to stay up in the West Midlands for a couple of nights once a month. I usually stayed in the centre of Birmingham and one night I was having a drink in a gay bar with a colleague from work when he spotted one of his friends and invited him to join us for a drink. Amir was a very good looking guy who looked to be in his early 30s. He was tall, with dark hair and dark eyes and, I couldn't help noticing, a fantastic arse, which really filled out his smart work trousers. Amir joined us for a drink and I learned he had been good friends with my colleague for a number of years. Amir was really easy to talk to and I enjoyed his company. At one point we were talking about work and my colleague remarked that he had always thought I was very versatile and added "It's always good to be versatile - in more ways than one!" Amir and I both grinned, and a little later my colleague had gone to the toilet before getting more drinks and Amir leaned forward and said "So, are you really versatile?" I asked if he meant in relation to work and he grinned and shook his head. I was quite turned on now as I said "Oh yes, fully versatile!" Amir said he wished his partner was more versatile and told me that his partner was a total top and, as a result, he rarely got to fuck. I was fairly sure I could see Amir's cock starting to harden in his pants as he said "I love to be fucked, but I get really horny to fuck sometimes!" I was very turned on now, but I really didn't think anything was going to come of it as my colleague returned just then with the drinks. We chatted for a bit longer and then my colleague finished his drink and said he'd better be going. Amir said he fancied another drink and, his voice very casual, asked me if I wanted to join him. A short time later Amir and I were having a drink together and our conversation had become a lot more explicit. Amir asked me if I liked to get fucked and told me how much he would love to fuck me. He didn't have much time as he had to get home to his partner, so rather than going back to my hotel, Amir said he knew somewhere we could go if I was up for doing it outside. A short time later, Amir had led me round the back of the bar and down an alleyway. He turned a couple of times and we ended up in a dead end area at the back of some shops with a little concrete area which was obviously used to unload goods. I could see that Amir was fully hard now as he pulled me towards him and kissed me. "I want to fuck you!" he breathed in my ear and we kissed again. I went down and unzipped Amir's trousers, pulling them down to his knees along with his white Calvin Klein pants. His cock was much bigger than I thought and I wasted no time in taking into my mouth and sucking him. He groaned and gently took hold of my head as I sucked his cock. I moved down to lick his big, hairy balls and he groaned again. I sucked his cock again and then motioned to him to turn round. "Are you sure?" he asked and I nodded. Without further hesitation, Amir turned round and bent forward, pulling his trousers and pants right down. I pulled his cheeks apart and he groaned again as I pushed my tongue right into his hairy arsehole. I licked his hole for a while and after a while he turned round and pulled me up. "I need to fuck you!" Amir produced some lube and I took it from him and rubbed some into my arsehole. "Do you want me to use a condom?" he asked me. I didn't want him to use a condom of course, but I have always found that guys get extra horny if they think they're getting to fuck raw with someone who usually plays safe, so I pretended to think about it. "I don't know," I said hesitatingly, "I don't normally ever......" "I'd love to bareback you!" said Amir I pretended to think about it for a moment or two and then I nodded. A short time later, I was bent over the concrete shelf, pants down, as Amir pushed the head of his bare cock against my arsehole. His cock was pretty big and at first he couldn't get it in my, then I leaned forwards and pulled my cheeks apart and he slid slowly but surely right up my arse. "Oh fuck," he gasped "That's so good.....so good!" as he began to fuck me slowly, pushing his big cock right up me and then pulling it right back. He did this for a while and then began to fuck me harder. I was really turned on now - this was turning out to be one of the best fucks I'd had in a long time. Amir was fucking harder now and I could tell he was getting close. He fucked me for a while longer and then groaned "Oh fuck, I'm going to cum in you! I'm going to cum in you!" He thrust his cock right up me a few more times and then slumped over me and I knew he had cum right up my arse. We were both out of breath as we pulled our pants up and Amir grinned at me. "You have no idea how much I needed that!" he said, and added "And thanks for letting me bareback you!" Amir and I arranged to meet up the next time I was in the area and Amir came to my hotel quite a few times over the next few months and we enjoyed some very horny bareback sex. Amir had told me that his partner rarely sucked his cock and never licked his arse and told me how much he loved it when I had done it to him. Every time we met up, I sucked his cock and licked his are and then he fucked me. A few times after he had fucked and cum in me, Amir would kneel up on the bed and I would lick his arse and then lube him up and slide my cock up him for a bareback fuck, depositing a nice load of cum up his hairy arse for him to take home to his unsuspecting partner. A few years before this I had a really unexpected experience with another guy I never thought would cheat. Callum's partner was one of my partner's closest friends and I had known them both for a number of years. I liked Callum a lot, and we had a number of interests in common, although I didn't really like his partner so much. A few times I had heard Callum's partner talking to my partner about his relationship and had said that Callum was a total top and I had also heard him say more than once that he was absolutely confident that Callum would never cheat on him. One summer my partner told me that Callum and his partner had booked a long weekend in Brighton, but Callum's partner was now unable to go. My partner was not free either and apparently Callum had asked him if I wanted to go instead. "He's going to change the double room to a twin." I didn't really know Callum well enough to want to spend a whole weekend with him , but I did like him and, as my partner pointed out, I did need a break and a weekend by the sea would be good for me, so I said yes. Callum and I travelled down to Brighton on the Friday afternoon and checked into our hotel. The first thing I saw when Callum opened the door to our room was a big double bed. Callum looked at me "They didn't have a twin room free," he said "Are you ok with sharing?" I nodded - I was not at all averse to sharing a bed with Callum - he was a few years younger than me, tall, dark and slim and, as I said, I had always enjoyed his company. I would be lying if I didn't also say I had always enjoyed checking out his fit arse, which always filled out his trousers incredibly well. We had planed to go out for something to eat in the evening and Callum said he was going to have a shower before he got ready. I watched him strip down and, as he bent over to pull his pants down, I had a great view of his firm, smooth arse. I knew that Callum had a piercing somewhere on his lower body and it was a standing joke among our group of friends that he always set off the security alarm going through security at the airport and had to be searched. I knew the piercing wasn't on his dick, but I couldn't help wondering where it was, and when Callum came out of the shower and removed his towel, I couldn't help discreetly checking him out. Callum grinned at me and asked me if I was looking for his piercing. I nodded and he grinned gain. "Do you want to see it?" he asked, and I nodded again and Callum sat down on the bed and then laid back and pulled his legs up and I saw that the piercing was on the area between his balls and his arse. "Do you like it?" he asked. I nodded again, "Oh yes!" I said truthfully. Callum had not only shown me his cock and balls, but had also exposed his arse to me and I could see that , although his arse was smooth, his crack was quite hairy. I showered and then we both got ready to go out for something to eat. We found an Italian restaurant and enjoyed a very good meal. After that we went for a drink in one of Brighton's gay bars, sitting outside on the terrace by the sea. It was all very pleasant - it was a warm summer evening and I was already feeling much more relaxed than I had when I left London. Callum was also very relaxed and, when he went to the bar to get drinks, he was clearly flirting with a dark haired guy with spiky hair who was queueing at the bar next to him. I had always thought that Callum's partner was a bit intense and I guessed that Callum was probably quite enjoying being off the leash for the evening. When Callum came back to our table, I could see him exchanging glances with the dark haired guy, who was sitting at a table nearby with a good looking young black guy. A short time later Callum leaned forward and asked me if I might be up for a bit of fun while we were in Brighton. I was surprised but also turned on and I told Callum I would be up for some fun. He told me the guy he had been chatting to at the bar and his partner were both up for it if we were. A short time later they had joined us at our table. The dark haired guy with the spiky hair was called Matthew and his partner was Jayden. Jayden was a really good looking guy, who looked to be in his mid 20s - a few years younger than Matthew. They were good company, and neither of them made any secret of the fact that they were up for some fun and after a few more drinks we all made our way back to our hotel room. It wasn't long before all four of us were naked and having some fun. Callum had paired up with Matthew and I was down sucking on Jayden's big, thick cock. Watching Callum suck Matthew was a real turn on and I had a perfect view of Callum's naked arse as he knelt up on the bed and leaned over to continue sucking Matthew's cock. We kissed, sucked and rimmed each other for a while - at one point Callum was kneeling up on the bed and Matthew had his tongue up Callum's arse as I pushed my tongue right into Jayden's hole. It was all very horny. After a while, Matthew began to rub the head of his cock against Callum's hole. He picked up a condom and said "With or without?" To my surprise, Callum said "Without!," and a few seconds later, Matthew fingered some lube into Callum's arse and then pushed his bare cock slowly right up him! I had assumed that Callum would want to use condoms, especially as it was him who had produced them, but he seemed perfectly happy to take Matthew up his arse without one. Jayden was now kneeling on the bed next to Callum, and I wasted no time in pushing my bare cock right up his tight arsehole. I was really turned on, enjoying every minute of fucking Jayden and also enjoying watching Matthew fucking Callum bareback. We fucked for a while longer and I could feel myself getting close. Just at that moment I heard Matthew ask Callum "Do you want it?" and guessed that he too was getting close. Callum said "Fuck yes!" and a short time later I shot my load into Jayden at exactly the same time as Matthew bred Callum. I didn't think things could get any hornier, but a few minutes later, Callum laid on his back and raised his legs and I watched as Matthew guided Jayden's big cock into Callum's arse. Jayden fucked Callum hard and fast and after a while shot a second load into his cheating arse. When Matthew and Jayden had left, Callum asked me if I was ok with what we had done and I assured him I was fine with it and had enjoyed every minute of it. A short time later we both got into bed and when I woke up the following morning, I was lying against Callum with my cock in his arse crack - it was very pleasant! A little later we both showered and then went down to breakfast. When we got back to our room we started to talk about the events of the night before and Callum told me he was mostly faithful to his partner, but sometimes he got bored with always being a top and when he got the chance, he would take the opportunity to get fucked. He said he knew he should take precautions, but said it turned him on so much to take it bareback and let guys cum in his arse. He also told me that he had not tried to get the hotel to change the room to a twin as he was hoping that I would fuck him. A short time later, Callum was kneeling up on the bed again and my bare cock was pushing up the arse I had admired for so long. I fucked him from behind for a while, and then he moved on to his back and raised his legs, telling me to fuck him and breed him. I had never thought anything like this would happen with Callum, but I was certainly not complaining - and I did exactly what he asked me to - shooting a good big load right into his unprotected arse. That evening, we went back to the same bar and later on we went to a club with a very active darkroom where both Callum and I had a very horny time! I was really turned on watching Callum take it up the arse in the darkroom - he was certainly making the most of being away from his partner and, in the course of the evening I saw him being fucked by several different guys - and few, if any of them appeared to be using condoms. At one point, he was leaning against the wall of the darkroom, his pants at his ankles, as three different guys took turns fucking him bareback and I was fairly sure at least two of them had cum in him. The next morning I fucked Callum again and then it was time to travel back to London. Our partners met us at the station and, as I watched Callum and his partner walking ahead of us out of the station, I wondered what his partner would say if he knew that Callum had been fucked and loaded by several different guys over the course of the weekend - including me! Part 14 to follow

So, I had posted on the chem section where I recently started using poppers (and am hooked) but had not had a chance until yesterday to take cock with it. So, I'm trans so I got fixed up and looking pretty cute then headed to a local bookstore. I picked up a couple of new popper bottles as I'm trying different kinds. I went to the back and took a seat in a booth and left the door open. Fairly quickly an older chubby gentlemen came in, I smiled and he shut the door and grabbed my crotch. I take hormones so I stay limp most of the time. I grabbed his crotch and felt a nice hard cock. He wound up pulling out a nice dick. I immediately started sucking it, taking hits of poppers along the way, I had a nice high going. After a while I was hoping he would fuck me, so I pulled my jeans down and showed him my ass (I have a girls ass and men love it) He would up roughly finger fucking me with 2 fingers after he first ate out my hole which felt incredible. This went on for a long time and we were both getting tired. I think there were 2 or 3 others looking under the door at what was going on, it has about a foot or so gap. I had sunk down close to the floor at that point. He finally stood up and I kneeled down and went to work on his cock. He wound up face fucking me pretty good, I gagged a few times and had to catch my breath. Finally I could feel it coming, I remember thinking "don't stop, make him cum hard, don't spill any, and swallow it all". He starts grunting and came hard in my mouth, I tried to suck extra hard then and did not swallow but let him fill my mouth, It was a lot! I savored it for some extra time sucking the end of his cock, then I pulled off, opened my mouth to show him, then swallowed it all. It tasted so good! Then, I went back to sucking and cleaning his cock off. I wanted him to get my number but he had no phone or way of writing it down. Hope to see him again. So, he leaves and I sit back kind of zoned out and feeling good. I hear someone approaching and couldn't see out the door of the booth with the glare of the video screen inside the booth. In steps inside a rough, kind of thug looking black man. I was kind of shocked as he was pretty rough for me. I'm just a cute little fem trans twink white boy. He steps in, shuts the door and locks it. Quickly he drops his pants and sits in the chair, before I knew really what was happening, it was fast. Keep in mind through this that I've never been with a black man, I've always wanted to and have been close, really enjoying when they have flirted with me or looked at me knowing they want to fuck me. So, once I saw his cock, I knew how this was going down. I kneel and as soon as I tried to put my mouth over it, I honestly wondered if I could get my mouth around it. That's never happened before. It was thick, long and beautiful. I quickly get over how rough this man is and start loving his wonderful cock. I remember thinking how good this was and how easy it would be to become a black cock slut. So, I had taken a couple of THC gummies earlier and was also hitting poppers thru this while sucking his cock. He was sitting back, moaning and enjoying the whole thing. Next thing I knew, I stood up, pulled down my jeans to show him my ass. He said it was incredible, the best ass he had ever seen. Then he stood up and bent me over. I feel his cock at my hole, It was hard before but he had trouble getting it inside me, although I had pre lubed, the previous guy fingering me had dried it out some, I hear him spit on his cock, then POP its inside me. Now, I've been on prep for a long time, but am not on it at the moment. I didn't care as I was in the most perfect place with this black cock in me. My head was spinning, I don't think I've ever been as horny or felt that good. I don't know how long we fucked, probably 30 minutes. He alternated from hard rough fucking, to regular thrusts. Said he wanted to be deep inside me. We fucked for so long! He asked if I liked black dick, I told him he was the first and he started pounding me HARD. Then he says he loves white pussy and wanted to know if I would be his slut, of course I said yes, and I meant it too. He tells me he's taken ectasy and I assume thats why he didn't come inside of me. He mentions it's hot and I turn around and he's sweating a lot, so he pulled out. We talked about getting a hotel room, but I did wind up getting his number and have since talked to him. I could see me seriously getting into this guy. The rough black thug, it's crazy but I want him to own me. We'll see what happens.

Part 18: ''The New Lock'' Sir went outside and took to digging up and picking some vegetables as he said he would. His Leather Jacket remained in the hallway! 😈 As soon as he was out the door my Master grabbed the cellar door key, unlocked it, and came down. What was I upto? I was tired, yet still high and horny, and now lying naked in the sling except for my pointless fag-dick cage tweaking on my little piglet-tits. My Master grabbed the cloud blowing gear that he had tucked away out of sight and came over to the sling.... - You are a naughty faggot-boy aren't you. How did you get out? - You forgot to restrain my second wrist, Master. - I see. I remember being tired and busting for a piss. I wasn't fully on my game. Here, take this, and get a fresh new high. - Fuck YES, Master. I really need this. As I heated the T my Master now removed the fitted vinyl sheet (the dry one without the piss) from the mattress and hurried upstairs. What was he upto? He looked out the window to make sure Sir was still outside, then raced up to his bedroom where he removed the cotton sheet and replaced it with the vinyl sheet. Going into the spare bedroom where he slept he grabbed the full starter sub-kit and brought it into Sir's bedroom. Then he came back downstairs and into the cellar where I was now on a fresh cloudy high. - C'mon, follow me. - Yes, Master. I followed him from the cellar all the way up to Sir's bedroom, completely naked, spun, and my skin and hair covered in dry piss. - Now get on the bed directly facing the window in the kneeling position with that sexy beefy ass of yours sitting on your heels. - Yes, Master. I sat there, directly facing the closed window which made me parallel to the full length wardrobe mirrors, naked except for the cage around my pointless fag-dick. The full starter sub-kit bag was opened and various objects crucial to the present moment were removed. My Master promptly attached to my neck a steel collar with a long steel chain that was attached to it. A pair of Brutal Spring Nipple Clamps were then placed beside me, not onto my piglet-tits quite yet. - Look what I have here faggot-boy. - The key to my cage. So Sir left his Leather Jacket behind. - Indeed he did. In went the key to the lock, and my cage for the first time in nearly 1 month came away from my now shrivelled pointless fag-dick. I started giggling at what had now become a mere micro dick. - Fuck, hahahaha, it's become so fucking tiny. - Yes, it is pathetic looking. Whatever the case maybe I need it out of my sight and I need you to keep your focus in on your cunt and my highly charged T☣️xiC-poz Dick. - Fuck YES Master. I know who the alpha stud is around here and who is the fag, the bitch, the whore, the inferior worm, the slut that is here to SERVE you! And on to my shrivelled little micro dick went Master's own cage. My Master walked over to the closed window and looked out... - Aaaahhhh, Doug still digging up some organic vegetables for his dear lovely mum, such a wonderful kind woman, whilst his faggot-boy is up here, high, horny, collared, and now locked.... by ME! Turning away from the window and now facing me my skinny Master with veins bulging on all four limbs stood back to admire HIS locked pig who was now.... High. Horny. Collared. READY! My Master looked fucking stunning. He was now wearing Sir's Muir which complimented his deep set eyes wonderfully. That was the only thing of Sir's that he now had on. He also was now with a Leather Waistcoat and back to what he arrived in on his feet; his army boots. He came behind me, climbed onto Sir's bed, pushed me forwards so I was now on all fours, pushed my legs apart, lubed up his hand and forearm with Crisco, and without any resistance entered in the blink of an eye my loose, cock and cum hungry, battered neg cunt right upto mid forearm. I groaned with an intense out of body pleasure... - Oh FUCK Master.... - Are you okay faggot-boy? - Fuck YES Master. I just wish you were fisting me deeper. - Well, I am already half way up my forearm with no real effort required. We have plenty of time, no rush. - My cunt is YOURS Master. USE it how you so desire. For the next hour my Master fisted me reaching up to his elbow, and then.... The sound of Sir's engine sprang to life. Master slowly withdrew his forearm from my now very stretched Crisco laden cunt, towel wiped his fist and forearm, went over to the window and opened it as wide as it would go, and then came the pair of Brutal Spring Nipple Clamps that without pause were clamped onto my little piglet-tits. - Ow, ow, ow... Fuck... Ouch, my tits are hurting Master. These are nothing like the clamps that Sir has used up until now. The only response to my expression of pain is my Master climbing behind me and sliding back into my nasty cunt balls deep, all 12" of his T☣️xiC Fuck-Meat. He did not hold onto my shoulders nor my waist or hips, no, he held onto me via the long steel leash attached to the collar. He pulled on it so tightly that my body was brought up into a semi upright pozition with my hands hovering about two inches from above the vinyl sheet. My mind and body were all over the place. My cunt tingled as I could barely feel Master inside of me, I was high and horny, and with all of that intense pleasure was the new pain that consumed my fag-boy tits. A swift demotion from piglet-tits. After a few minutes of being fucked this collared worm and his alpha stud now heard the sound of moving tyres on gravel as Sir pulled away from the house.... - Who are you locked by? - YOU, my Master. - And who now owns you? You do, my Master. - Well, almost. I will officially own you if I am the one to knock you up. - I want you to be the one, Master. - Want me to be the one what? And I need you to say it as loud as you can, the universe needs to hear you say it. Sir would now be approaching the end of his gravel driveway. - PLEASE knock me up Master. I want you to be the one coursing through my DNA forever more. Stick it to this faggot, this inferior worm! And with that, Sir was gone, with I am sure my contract out of the window too!

I. Just turned 59 this year. I am told I look younger and have a nice body but I can’t help but still feel insecure when approached by younger sexy guys. I have a few I play with but am always questioning whether they would rather be with someone younger and hotter. Therefore, sometimes unless I know 110% that the guy likes what he sees I tend to shy away from some younger good looking guys. However, for me personally age is just a number. My first long term relationship when I was 24 was with a guy 20 years older than me. My third partner is 20 years younger. Although we no longer are together we remain friends. I have recently for about a year been single after an 8 year marriage to a guy and I am still newly navigating the scene at a later stage in my life. Have met some great guys but also some younger guys that have made me feel like dirt. they sometimes forget that they too will one day get older and karma can be a bitch. lol

Sorry, it's not going to be multi-chapter and it's going to be short, but I hope you all still like it (and please be kind, this is my first time writing something like this). I had just turned 40, and because of the economy, the lack of rebounding in my industry, I was forced to declare bankruptcy. I had lost everything. Thankfully though, I don't have kids, nor a spouse, so not having to worry about any court ordered responsibilities, but also without a house and nice car. I had just enough cash to buy a piece of crap car that was big enough for me to sleep in some nights and store my critical stuff. Other nights I would find the cheapest motel and take a shower and sleep. I kept thinking I needed to do something right quick before I totally plunged into homelessness and disappear forever. So, I started going to the library, accessing computers, submitting job apps, etc. Some days I would be a little, or a lot, spun when going and on those days, of course, my mind said fuck it, and I would sit in there on my phone for hours browsing the "apps" knowing I probably couldn't hook up because I couldn't host but just turning myself on for the hell of it I guess. So this one day in particular, I was at the library. It was around 430pm. I had checked in to a motel earlier and figured I would just spend a little bit of time on here. Once my phone hit the WIFI, it started going crazy with notifications, since I hadn't been on it for a few days. I dismissed most, but this one was intriguing. The profile picture was definitely that of a young twink. He said he was 18, in my mind, I said that if I meet up with this guy, I am checking his ID for sure. He was textbook twink, completely smooth, maybe 5'5" 115 pounds blond hair green eyes, looked to have some sort of Mediterranean in him because his color was white but you could see some natural olive tan coloring trying to shine through. He was so hot. I replied to his message and we started messaging back and forth. We messaged back and forth for about a week. During that time, I found out he was a total virgin, never once even touched or seen a cock other than his own, he hasn't shoved anything up his hole, oh, his hole. Oh my god! The pics of his ass (I requested he take them) were utter beauty. When he spread his cheeks for the camera, and the sight of that tiny puckered pink hole, my cock definitely shot a bunch of pre-cum into my shorts. He told me that he's been watching gay porn online, and that he's scared of getting a cock up his ass, but he for sure wanted to be fisted. I thought that was interesting, I never heard of a virgin wanting a fist, but kids these days, right? He found out about me that I pnp, mostly smoke crystal, I always bareback, I was poz undetectable, I love eating ass, and I knew I would fall in love eating his. So, we set up a meet. He apparently trusted me enough so far to not overstep his boundaries and all he wanted was to experience a tongue up his hole and then to be fisted for a few hours or so. We agreed we would not pnp since he wasn't ready to take on that level yet. I also told him to make sure to bring his drivers license. So, the day of, I got a cheap room, showered, got naked, etc. before he got there. I also prepped, by stripping the sheets off the bed, putting down towels, putting on porn that I had on this USB stick I plugged into the TV, and oh yea, the lube. Well, what he didn't know was that the lube I use comes from a special "factory" and this factory is exclusive to me and I run it. It involves getting a 3 ounce bottle of lube (yes, the small size), silicon based preferred, then crushing a bunch of crystal (like no less than 3.5 grams) and pouring it into the lube bottle, mixing it as best I can. Most, if not all, the time, it's easy for the top to not have to show the lube bottle to the other person, so I knew this would be fine and I would go undetected. So, 6:15pm, right on time to the minute, knock on my door, and I open it and I am face to face with the hottest boy I've seen for a long time. The picture attached to this post IS NOT HIM, but could seriously be his twin. As promised, without me asking, he already has his driver's license in his hand, and he showed it to me. He was legit, turned 18 one month prior to us meeting (and chatting) so I'm in the clear. I was already naked, he seemed excited, he stripped right away and we went to the bed. I ate that ass every which way I could, him on his back with legs pulled up, him bending over, and god he tasted so damn good. After about half hour, I was sensing he wanted what he came for, and that was to be fisted. By this time, my cock is drooling, I so bad wanted to just shove it in his hole full on and let him stew on it, but I promised, and I'm a man of my word, well, sort of. So I start lubing up my hand with my special lube. I showed him my baby syringe posing as a lube shooter and me filling it with lube straight from the bottle and then into his hole (did that 3 times). Then I started rubbing and playing with his hole with my fingers, working them in and starting to stretch him open. I could tell he was nervous, he kept trying to clinch and push everything out, but I held fast, knowing in just a matter of minutes, the crystal would start working and his pussy would start to relax. So about 10 minutes later, I had already injected more lube into his cunt with my shooter two times, and was up to my wrist, and I just started rotating inside him, when he just blurts out "Oh my fucking god! This is so amazing, I never knew it could feel this good!!!" Naturally, I'm thinking, "hah bitch, if this crystal wasn't in this shit, you would be screaming in pain" because he was still damn fucking tight. But I figure, he has no way to know he's been loaded with crystal because he's never done it, so of course he is relating the feelings he is getting directly because of my fist. So, with that encouragement, I step it up. After about an hour, I've used just about half the bottle of lube, so basically 1.75 grams have been shoved in his pussy. I'm up to about 2 inches below my elbow. I've never had anyone moan like how he was moaning in pure pleasure. He was definitely in another place. His eyes were open yet they were definitely not able to see anything unless I brought him out of his high, his mouth was open showing his beautiful teeth, and the only thing coming out of it was moans. I would ask him easy questions, and you could tell he wanted to respond, but he couldn't, he was so far up in cloud based pleasure heaven that he forgot how to speak. So I just kept going, I wanted to go past my elbow, and judging by him, I am sure he wanted me to as well. And of course, I had one more surprise for him. I had on my USB stick a few really really hot porn vids that were totally homemade of an older guy working on a twink's ass, going from an intense fisting to bareback fucking and breeding, and the camera had focused on the pussy like the entire time. Each one was only like 10 mins in length, perfect amount of time until a twink will get bored of a video and want to change it. So once I got to my elbow, I put 4 of these vids on the playlist as next to play, and when the first one started, I watched his eyes, and he was hooked. His entire focus was on the tv. During the first 3 vids, I think I used up another 1/4 of the lube bottle, so he's up to like just over 2.5 grams in his pussy and it's been about 2 1/2 hours. He is now flying to heights he never even knew existed and wanting more as he kept pushing back on my hand. I knew it was now, the 3rd vid was just about to end, the top was about a minute away from exploding deep into his boy's cunt. I pull out my hand, I pour the remaining lube into his pussy, I scoop a lil bit and rub it on my cock, and before he was able to register I took my hand out, I had my totally raw, hard as fuck, dripping cock balls deep in that hot tight relaxed crystal loaded pussy and I was the one who almost passed out from the feeling his stretched cunt was giving my cock. As the video was showing the boy's hole dripping cum out of it, I was fully lodged and started a slow rhythm trying to mimic that pace my hand was at so his brain wouldn't register the swap. The 4th video starts and I knew it was about 7 minutes before the top has his cock buried, and so I wanted to time it to when the top buried his cock, my boy would realize my cock was buried in him. As final encouragement for him, the next video was an hour long compilation of twink holes being filled with daddy cum, to fully get his brain into it. So, as the short of amount of time tick by, I start quickening my pace, I am always going balls deep on the in stroke and I let the crown of my mushroom head to pop out on the out stroke to make sure his ring feels it every time back and forth. In about a minute is the plunge if you will, and so I tell him "boy, you are so fucking hot, I need to fuck you so bad!" Like 10 seconds before the top in the video plunged his cock in, my boy was able to turn his head and eyes to mine and all he could muster was "please Daddy" in just over a whisper. Oh my god, those were the most beautiful words I ever heard. Right before the top plunges in, I pull completely out so we are in sync, and as he plunges in balls deep full on, I'm doing the same. Both boys moan like you've never heard before, in total drug loaded pleasure. I last about 10 minutes, which was like the 5th scene in the compilation, so my boy had seen holes get bred and cum dripping out 4 times so far. His pussy wanted it, it was squeezing me so much, and whenever he tried touching his own cock, I shoved his hands away. I finally couldn't hold back, I knew I was gonna cum huge, and sure enough, without announcing to him, I lost control and my cock got so thick and bam, I shot the biggest load deep in his cunt that it hurt my balls. My cock spasmed 9 times shooting cum out. His cock shot hands free a massive load all over his chest and face, as only an 18 year old can do. With my cock still spasming inside him, I bent over him so we were chest to chest, and I just laid on top of him letting my orgasm take control of my body and let me enjoy it. He passed out (but was fine, and breathing, so was totally safe) from the shear pleasure overload from the drugs and we fell asleep for about an hour. I woke up first. I kissed his little mouth, and pulled out, and started to clean him up. Well, I actually tongued his hole before he woke up to get his and my taste on my tongue. I had him all cleaned up by the time he woke up. I had him cuddled and he turns his neck and looks at me and said something like he did not want to leave and said thank you. I told him go back to sleep, and we had until 11am until checkout to be naked and chill with each other. So we fell back asleep. My dreams were crazy, I dreamt that he became my boy forever and stuff like that. I mean, of course, I was so into him, and so into teaching him. I woke up around 8am, pushing those dreams aside, knowing reality was right around the corner. I left him a note saying I went to get some food, and I would be right back, and when I got back in the room, he was awake, and was in the shower. When he got out, he drops a bomb on me. What he told me had me going nuts. He told me that 6 months ago, both his parents, who had a shitload of money, died travelling somewhere, and left him this 5 bedroom house, in the greatest part of town. He said if I don't believe him, look out the window and see that brand new BMW M-5 sitting there, that was his, and he chirped the alarm to validate that. I felt for him, I was like, sorry to hear he lost his folks. He says, "no, that's not why I am telling you this. I am telling you this, because, you took me to a place last night I never knew I could go to and here I am, awake and safe, and I want more and more and I want you to move in to my house and be my daddy forever." Now, who the hell am I to say no to something like that? Especially given my bankrupt ass. I tell him I of course agree, on a few conditions. I definitely need a new car, he will belong to me, and nobody else unless we mutually agree (like a 3 way), and I don't want to work. He chuckles, and next thing I know, we are at the Audi dealer, and he is writing a check for this $80,000 brand new Audi for me. To this day, I still do not work, he's my boy, and yes, we fuck guys all the time, but always together. I charged up his hole with my poz cum enough times finally it took, which is what he wanted, and there's no sign of any of this changing. To this day, we both think of that first night so much and how it changed both our lives for the better. -------------------------------------- Thank you and I hope you enjoy it.

Unfortunately, just once at a Wawa gas station. I pulled in to fill up my tank, and this very cute guy got out of his car at the adjoining pump. He had his shirt off, this is Florida, so driving without your shirt off is fairly common. I went to pump my gas and I saw a sign saying, "pay inside, cash only". Okay, I thought, no big deal. I went inside and paid cash, and went back to my car to pump my gas. The cute guy was now in his car, and said something I could not hear. When I went over his pants were down and he had a massive hard on, and said something like "do you see anything you want". He told me he was new to Tampa, but I could follow him back to his new place. I was in my car in a New York second, I followed him back to his place and he forced me to do unspeakable things (actually I volunteered). It was one of the few times, over all these years, where I was totally oblivious to the potential of someone offering me sex. I look back fondly at that encounter.

So, per my usual routine, I went over to Ramrod for a beer before heading over to Slammer. There were guys fucking each other everywhere, just like it used to be. Apparently, the management got a "pass" on the rule re: no sex in the bar - for PigWeek. What I want to know is, if they can get a pass for PigWeek, then why not for the other 51 weeks of the year? For the sake of their patrons who bought drinks, drank them, got sloppy, and fucked each other all night long. For the sake of the "regulars" of loyal patrons who made the bar a "go-to" destination all these years? Last night, it was fan-fukkin-tastic. I suppose it will be tonight too. Are we back to normal over there? Anyone have the answer? I don't .....

Last year my wife and daughters were away to attend a wedding. I had this married guy over for the weekend. He fucked me in one night in each of my daughter’s bed and the last night in me and my wife’s bed. hottest thing was watching him wipe his cock in their dirty panties that we took from the hampers.

Many topics have been talked in this discussions, many points of view, all interesting, don't know if I manage to cover them all! - gifting/chasing fantasies: many reasons for them, and each one makes sense for the person living it! But it's essential to understand where you want your life to go! I said it several times here: FANTASY is a thing, DESIRE is another. What I think is that a good sex education is essential to allow youngest people to understand what they really want! Now science (meds and PrEP) and technology (sites, forums, instant messengers) can allow us to keep our fantasies alive, even the darkest, without harming ourselves or others. - judgments: all of us are somehow judgmental towards ourselves or others, because we're unfortunately grown up in a somehow judgmental culture. And your way to manage judgments depends on how sure you are about yourself! Not everything can be told to everyone! - stigma and self-stigma: yes, everyone lives it in their own way. I was full of self-stigma due to the fact I decided to forgive my cheating ex, unaware that the damage was just matter of time. It's him who brought HIV home, it was me to feel guilty because I let him "enter my door again" in all senses of the word. That is, "you are gay and deserve HIV no matter if you were faithful". "You deserve no longer to have sex because you have those nasty gifting fantasies and you are a danger." As someone already said, status coming-out is a no-turning-back journey and my own experience has always been "say it when you're ready". Being "ready" means having trusted people to count on, being psychologically prepared to the idea of a potential rejection not only in sex life but also possible in friendships and partners. I was independent, earnt my own money when I revealed it to my biological father, I didn't expect any other reaction than the one he had, that is cutting every contact with me. But it was mutual, I can't change my DNA but he's never deserved me to consider him "dad". Sperm donor is appropriate. So, having the support of my mother and her second husband, my twin sister and my then best friend now boyfriend, I feel and felt strong to face everything, including unpolite behavior in front of healthcare-related people being ignorant on it! Did I say "RTFM" -read the fucking manual- to the dentist? Yes, I did. And told him "I've the money, you've the service. Judge yourself who's in control". But strength grows with awareness and you can't face an asshole doctor/dentist if you feel stigmatized/marginalized yourself. For me HIV is no longer something to be ashamed of, it's been a long journey to achieve this awareness but I'm here and never fucking look back. - chasers and regretting: for all of you mentioning dentist's face or stigma or rejection or whatever else to discourage chasers, I honestly don't find this strategy so effective. It's not as in early 80s where people got stigmatized who knows why, now it's possible to know about stigma, meds, insurance issues where present, etc, they have PrEP in hands, and they choose the other path; everyone has their own reason, and, in some cases they also might feel they've nothing more to lose. Many gay men (or even boys) have been rejected by family, by school, by friends, due to their orientation, someone could say "one more rejection means nothing". Or "too much anxiety and panic for std's, at least let me decide who and when". I've even heard, HERE, someone saying "I'm almost at the end of my life, makes no sense to be still safe let me decide how to die at least". - liking/embracing to be poz? Once you are, you can't reverse the situation so you can choose if living in regret or embrace your new life in a way or the other. I've had no possibility to decide about my own health, you could blame me for not having used condoms with my ex, aware that he was a serial cheater? Find it yourself, how many time a monogamous partner uses condoms after having forgiven their love, for the cheat? Blame me for having had hope that it was the last and there were no consequences! I don't "like" to be poz, I'm not proud of the virus itself. But I'm proud of the man I've become, of the awareness I've acquired with time and experience. If I only had possibility I'd have liked to stay neg, but it's useless to look back in anger. "Don't look back in anger" that's why it's my favorite song. - would you like to eradicate HIV from the world? YES. Regardless of my fantasies, what I think, whatever. HIV and AIDS have been a stop to sex freedom in the whole world, many people fighting for gay right in the 70s are no longer here, AIDS has allowed the worst homophobia to come out, together with millions of victims and suffering it caused. Should I continue? Inappropriate, I think. Last but not least, what I think about it all? Want to solve problems of people searching for HIV deliberately? First eradicate homophobia, serophobia, never make a person feel judged or marginalized, give everyone a reason to love and be loved. Bye and sorry for the too long post.

mine was to host a cumdump session and I can confirm this fantasy has now been fulfilled many times over 😈

Part 20 Prequel: ''The Real Chase Begins'' Again I was led between cellar level and the first floor into Sir's bedroom. The curtains were open as was the window, and the full moon beamed in lighting up the whole room. Suddenly my sleep deprived and wired feeling just left me as I in a heartbeat felt energised and very much alive. The freestanding mirror from the spare bedroom was now in here, situated in front of the window and half way down the length of the bed, just so I could see Master USE me if I was at any point unable to turn my head to the left to look into the full length wardrobe mirrors. The black vinyl sheet was still covering Sir's mattress, and on it where my head would usually lie on a pillow were three tourniquets, an empty 3ml syringe with needle, a syringe with T in it, and some cotton pads. I was told to sit on the edge of the bed facing the door, and wait. Master left the room, and when he returned gone was Sir's Muir, the Leather Waistcoat, and his army boots. Now his attire consisted of his executioner hood which I loved him in, really set his deep set eyes off a treat. And on his feet were now with a pair of 20 hole boots with red laces. And that was it. After that he was completely naked! Without delay a tourniquet was attached to each of my arms, and the remaining one he attached to one of his arms. I was told to hold one of the cotton pads in prep for a potential incoming puncture site....

Both, although the stigma against being gay is vastly decreased, compared with a distinct but more moderated stigma about HIV. To this day it's not uncommon to find profiles on gay dating/hookup sites that say "disease free, u b too". There's really no way to spin that as "undetectable is ok". You don't, of course, which is one reason among many that such an attitude is silly. Someone who cops to being poz and undetectable is (in my opinion) most likely telling the truth - he's already getting the "strike" of being poz, so why would he lie about being infectious? Meanwhile, there are a lot of men - a LOT of men - who assume they're negative because they had a negative test five or eight or ten years ago and have never checked again. Those are the ones who are more likely to be positive, not know it, and to be infectious.

Part 17: ''Going Solo'' My Master, formerly known as Uncle Terry continued to hold his pozition of his throbbing twitching poz-piston very still as his gaze deep into my eyes via our reflection did not avert. He suddenly broke a huge smile, a devilish looking wide grin which showed off his fangs, the grin and the fangs complimenting the executioner hood, and all were now lit up by the moon beaming in to the room. Holding onto my hips he turned his head away from the mirror and down to where his pubic area was touching the top of my ass cheeks... He watched on as he very slowly withdrew to the tip of his fat bulbous mushroom cock head, and then..... he aggressively SLAMMED in all 12" balls deep which caused me to grunt loudly as my body thrust forwards even though I managed to keep my arms holding me up. He repeated this very slow withdrawing to the tip and aggressive slamming in balls deep over and over, each time I would grunt loudly. On the last aggressive inward thrust and my loud grunt Sir's snoring stopped and he turned over so now he faced us. Fuck, I didn't want him to wake. Master suddenly went very still and quiet, and so did I. It didn't take even a minute for Sir to start snoring very loudly again at which point my Master firmly gripped my waist and commenced a fast and hard fuck on my cum filled cunt. And even though I dropped a load of it a short moment ago I must have still had loads of my Master's dirty seed inside of me as all you could hear were loud squelching noises as Master pounded my sloppy gaping fag-hole. After a good hard pounding the squelching and fucking came to a halt, and I felt a breath near my ear.... - You know where Doug keeps the key to the cage on your pointless faggot-boy dick? - Yes Master. In the top left hand pocket on his Leather Jacket. Master spoke with Sir even though he slept and snored, maybe planting a seed in his subconscious... - Doug mate, if you don't take your Leather Jacket with you tomorrow, that will be your nod of approval that I can unlock your cage, then relock using my cage. - You have your own chastity cage, Master? - Several. I have one in my car as part of a full starter sub-kit. I need to sleep, and I want to be awake before Doug leaves which already means I won't sleep very much. C'mon.... My Master took my back down into the cellar where he got me to jump into the sling. Both ankles were restrained, then one wrist, and before he could restrain the second wrist... - Fuck, I cannot wait any longer.... He grabbed an empty beer bottle and almost filled it right to the top. No wonder he could not wait any longer, that was one monumental piss he just took. He then put a ball gag into my mouth and blindfolded me. - I'll see you in a short while faggot-boy. I won't be long. But just to make Doug doesn't see what an utter state of a cum dump that you are or my fang marks on your neck I shall be locking the cellar door and sleeping with the key under my pillow. I knew through tiredness I am sure that Master had forgotten to restrain my second wrist and there was a reason I did not tell him. I was still high and horny, and I wanted to continue to play. I left it a little while after he had left. I then removed the blindfold, then unrestrained my one wrist and both ankles, and finally removed the ball-gag. I wasted no time in leaping up, grabbing the 13"er dildo and diving onto the cold piss soaked vinyl sheet that covered the mattress, and there I played solo, a 13" dildo working in Master's dirty seed deeper into my guts, splashing around the cold piss, and tweaking on my piglet-tits. That old cat and mouse adage seemed very appropriate for now... Whilst Master is away the faggot-boy will play! Before Master went to bed he fetched from the trunk of his car the full starter sub-kit that he spoke of, and took it to Sir's spare bedroom where he would have his short sleep. Then.... that bottle of Master piss caught my eye! I took the dildo out of my cunt, stood up, took off my H Harness, fetched the beer bottle containing Master's warm piss, stood on the piss soaked vinyl sheet covered mattress facing the mirror, removed my red rubber jockstrap so it was now resting upon my ankles, and then I poured about half of the bottle of Master piss over my head and watched it trickle down all over my body, my hair dripping as if I had just come up from under water at the beach. I stared at my pointless little caged fag-dick. It seemed as though it was now shrivelled. I spoke to my reflection.... - I am faggot-boy, Master's faggot-boy, and Sir's trainee sub. I desire to worship my Master's Master. I am here on Earth as a faggot, a pig, a worm, an inferior, a slut, a whore and so much more beyond to serve Men and all of their desires, no matter how dark they are. I love Dick. I love cum. I want my cunt to become completely trashed and a full on totally blown-out meat sleeve. And my darkest desire is for Master to knock me up. Yes, I am now a chaser. I embrace it. And with that I downed the remaining half of the Master piss in the beer bottle down into my greedy piss hungry belly. Master Terry did not have much of a sleep, only about five hours. He usually would need a good eight hours to function at his best. He slept with the locked cellar key underneath his pillow. The day had arrived for Sir to go and stay with his mum for a while to give brother Keith and his wife a break. He would be gone 9 days in all. Having had a short-ish sleep Master came down the stairs to find Sir having breakfast. - Morning Doug, how are you? Sleep well? - Aaaahhh, morning Terry my friend. I slept very heavily, and for about 9 hours. I must have been super tired as it seems I even forgot to close the curtains in my bedroom lastnight. I'm okay. To be honest am worried about my mum. But I will see her in a short while. Some fry up and coffee there if you want it. - Great, I do, I am very hungry. What time are you planning on leaving? - I'll just finish my breakfast, then I will dig up some of the organic vegetables from the garden to take to mum's, then I will be off. Where is my boy, I haven't seen him? And I see the cellar door is locked. - Yes, he is down there. I thought it best the door was locked as he was when I left him lastnight he was still high yet exhausted with it and didn't want him wandering around the place in such a state in case of falling and having an accident. - Good thinking. I haven't really got time to see him as I am in a rush anyway. His first job of the day will be these breakfast dishes. - I'll make sure he does them first thing.

I so want to hang with that family. A Dad and his sons getting high and fucking a fag together is so hot.

I had finally controlled my crying, more to the point, it had subsided and I told David about my HIV positive status. “Why do you think I insisted on condoms when we first started hearing about AIDS? My friends had told me about your bathhouse exploits when you worked there.” “You knew I worked at the bathhouse when we met?” “Yeah. And I knew you were a huge cum slut.” “You did? Why didn’t you tell me you knew.” “I figured it wasn’t mine to tell. If you needed time to trust me then I was going to give you that.” “But all these years?” “Yeah, you needed to be ready.” “But you just drank my poz cum. If you knew, why would you do that.” “I checked with my doctor. No HIV could survive my stomach acids.” “So did you know it wasn’t a regular flu a while back?” “Yeah. I figured you just weren’t ready to tell me the hole story.” “Did you know I’ve been with dozens of men since then, and it’s all been bareback?” “I didn’t know, but I suspected. You were getting home late, taking more showers, going out on your own more often. I was pretty sure you’d gone sex wild.” “And you’re still going to stay with me?” I welled up. Taking me tenderly in his arms, “I love you. Why wouldn’t I stay with you?” “But all my hiding, all my lies?” “Well, you don’t need to hide and lie anymore. At least not with me.” I could hardly take this all in. Over the next number of weeks, I grew to trust David’s response more and more. Thursday night became my regular bathhouse night. Our pet name for it was ‘Special Fuck Night’. I always came home with several loads deep in my gut, and if he was still awake David would slip into his safe condom and give me my last ride of the night or early, early morning. My available sex object magnetism just grew stronger and stronger and anonymous encounters became an everyday occurrence. Other than David’s I would have no part of rubbers. They either agreed to do me raw or not at all. I even found three guys at work who would breed me during breaks. In every aspect of my life, I grew more and more confident. Peter even agreed to some threesomes. He would always empower our guest top by grabbing his raw cock and guiding it into my hole. He loved to watch the other guys fuck and breed me. I couldn’t believe how lucky I was, but I wasn’t about to complain. A month after coming clean with David I got the phone call. Peter had been killed in a car accident. I was inconsolable for three days. I couldn’t fly home for his funeral, my family would ask too many questions. At breakfast on day four David pushed an envelope toward me. He encouraged me to look inside. It contained a plane ticket to Palm Springs and the receipt for a week stay at a clothing optional gay resort. I was confused that there was only one plane ticket. “You need to get away on your own to process your grief. Celebrate Peter’s life by fucking your brains out. You missed the business card in there. It’s for a gay therapist in Palm Springs whose expecting you should you feel the need to talk and give him a call. You don’t have to use any of this. It’s completely up to you.” How had I attracted this angel into my life? It didn’t take me long to decide I would make use of the opportunity. As I boarded the plane I could here Peter cheering from the great beyond. Rather than me attending his funeral he was looking forward to watching me ritualize his life doing what he most enjoyed when he was alive. In those days they didn’t put you on HIV meds immediately upon diagnosis. They watched your blood counts and only started meds when some factor, I forget which, dropped below 250. Whatever that was, mine had shoot sky high to do it’s best to fight this new infection. My Doc had said he figured they might be watching me for a long time before I would need meds. It would take two full years in my case. This meant I was going to a gay mecca with a very high HIV count. I had mixed feelings about this but the negative ones were not enough to put the breaks on my opportunity to have the sexual holiday orgy of my life. In fact, I knew Peter was watching and cheering me on even before I arrived at the airport. My taxi driver was an incredibly cute East Indian. He was very easy to talk to and very extraverted. When he heard where I was going, he told me how jealous he was. He then wondered what time my flight was. I’m one of those people that always gets to the airport hours ahead of my flight. I’m to anxious a person to leave maneuvering airport security, customs, etc. to the last minute, or even the prescribed amount of time for international flights. The taxi driver knew a secluded place along the way, did I want to have car sex? “Da, yeah.” Parked behind a strip mall between two big dumpsters he moved into the back seat. He’d instructed me to bare my ass and kneel on the seat, we wouldn’t have time for foreplay. He took time to eat and rim my hole preparing me to take his incredibly big cock for such a little guy with only spit for lube. At first, I wasn’t sure I could accommodate his member, but I was not his first work fuck. He came prepared with poppers and presented them to my nose. I inhaled deeply, relaxed my ass and in he moved. Balls deep he gave me a moment and then started pounding. It was only after he came inside me, pulled his clothes back on, and we were back on our way that I realized we had never discussed preferred sexual roles or lack of safety practices. I guess everything about me screamed ‘available cum slut sub’, and he had the confidence to take what I needed to give. I still got to the airport a good hour ahead of the recommended time for international flights. There was no line as I went through security. In fact, the security staff looked board out of their minds. Even though I didn’t set off the scanner the tall handsome guard insisted on patting me down. When he had done the usual perfunctory job, he quickly checked to see if anyone was watching us. Seeing the coast clear he rubbed my crotch and smiled as I hardened. He then called over to his co-workers to let them know he was taking a break. Without any words spoken I followed him. As we passed a cleaner the guard asked if we could use the cleaner’s closet. From the smile on the cleaner’s face, I knew this was not the first time this transaction had occurred. Safe within the 5’ by 8’ closet the door was closed, locked and I was pinned against the wall with the young guard’s tongue down my throat. His hand was already snaking into the back of my jeans. A finger traced down my ass crack and found my hole. He pulled it out, moved it to his mouth and tasted. “Mmmm, someone has beat me, or are there more than one stranger"s loads in there?” “Just one, my cabbie.” I was spun around, my jeans dropped; I love commando, and his long slim cock in me before I had a chance to think. “I could tell you were a slut the moment I saw you approach security. You love my raw cock up your ass, don’t you?” “Yeah.” “And you don’t even care my status, do you?” “No. … Well actually yes. Are you poz?” “Yup.” “Medicated?” “Nope!” “Yeah, I care. Breed me with your toxic cum man!” “You want me to paint your guts with HIV?” “Yeah, cum in me.” “You poz?” I lied, “No” “And you still want me to breed your negative ass.” “Yeah! Knock me up!” That pushed him over the edge as I felt his body convulse, my gut walls sprayed and heard him yell, “Take my toxic seed you fuckin stupid slut!” He was totally oblivious to who might be able to hear on the other side of that closet door. So, see by the time I got on that plane I knew Peter had been watching me start my personal orgy ritual to him. I knew he was cheering me on every step, every fuck, every breeding along the way.

EPILOGUE I don’t know how many loads Justin took that weekend, but it was a hell of a lot. Rather than sleeping in the warehouse bedroom, he spent the two nights with me back at the hotel, my cock buried in his hole while we slept. When we were alone we talked about everything, giving me a chance to get to know who my son really was deep down, and bringing us closer than we ever had been before. I dropped him back at his halls on the Sunday evening, and a couple of weeks later he texted me to let me know he had the flu. I took the week off work and went up to Nottingham again, spiriting him away to a hotel where I could take care of him for a few days. I wish I could say I just nursed him back to health, but I did of course fuck him quite a few times during that stay. When he seemed to be better and we'd got him tested to confirm what we already knew, I took great pride in allowing him to drop the first poz loads of his life into his father. I eventually went on meds, but Justin told me he was enjoying his new-found status and was going to hold off for a while. In time he let slip that he’d got a bit more versatile, and in so doing had managed to poz several members of the various sports teams at the university, as well as a couple of his lecturers. Although I was concerned that this could all blow up on him, I could not help but be turned on by his stories of breeding the closeted jocks and married men that he had pursued. Of course, he had also continued to be a proud and active cumdump, and I thoroughly enjoyed the stories he sent me of his exploits taking loads wherever he could. Being a father I did of course make sure that he was keeping up with his studies, which he assured me he was. Justin really took to being out and proud, both as a gay man and as a poz pig. He got the biohazard tattoo on his chest that he had wanted, as well as a big scorpion design on his back. Given he was regularly naked in the changing rooms with his football teammates, I was particularly surprised that he also got his buttocks adorned with a second biohazard symbol on one cheek and the words “FUCK ME” on the other. However, he said that rather than being disgusted by it, most of his teammates were so horny all the time that they took it as more of an instruction. I doubt he ever told them what they were risking by doing so. We were like rabbits in heat whenever he was home, and really had to hold ourselves back during the Christmas break to keep it from Jacob. However, while we may have just about achieved that initially, it all went to pot two days into the Easter break. We both thought Jacob was going to be out all night so were not holding back as we ploughed each other in my bedroom, but it turned out he’d come home early after breaking up with his cheating girlfriend and had thus been sitting downstairs listening to us going at it upstairs. He was remarkably cool about it, saying he suspected as much and that we should not worry about him, but things took a real turn when he came into the room a couple of nights later while I was taking Justin doggystyle on the bed. Jacob just calmly sat down in my desk chair and motioned to us to keep going, so with a bit of hesitation I went back to buggering my younger son while the older one watched. Thereafter Jacob was a regular voyeur of our activities, until the evening before they were both going back to university. As per normal, he got out of the chair after I had blown my load in Justin, but rather than leaving the room as he usually did, he instead undid his trousers, climbed onto the bed and casually slid his dick into his brother. He fucked him for only a few minutes before blowing his load, and then removed his cock and presented it to me. I nervously leaned forward and took it in my mouth to clean it off, then he pulled back, did up his trousers and left the room. Not a word was spoken by any of us throughout, and all Justin and I could do was look at each other with wide eyes. Jacob left in his car early the next morning, before Justin and I had even woken up. When the long summer break came around, everything was different. Jacob was barely through the front door after driving himself down from uni before he had me bent me over the kitchen counter, and after breeding me he went upstairs to his brother’s room. Justin had been taking a nap after I’d let a load of truckers loose on him at a service station between Nottingham and London, but he was soon woken from that by his brother mounting him and giving him a long, loud pounding. This, however, was not Jacob just letting off some steam after a term away from us both, as Justin and I were taken by him regularly throughout the three month long break. He also continued to watch us when we were fucking each other, occasionally joining in to either make it a spit-roast or a chain-fuck. Justin, it turned out, had managed to get a bit of a following on OnlyFans, so rather than spend his summer break waiting tables or temping in an office, he just churned out video after video of his exploits. He was clearly earning quite a bit, as one day I got home to find him wearing some enormous pieces of silver jewellery just like my own, leading to the first of many very loud, clanging fuck sessions for us both. New tattoos kept appearing too, and it was clear he was going to have quite intricate full sleeves in due course. I didn’t mind, as he definitely had the body for it. The last day of the Easter break had been a big turning point in the relationship between the three of us, and so too it turned out was the last day of the summer break. Justin and I had been out in the morning picking up the car he had bought for himself, and when we got back at lunchtime we found Jacob standing in the kitchen wearing just a jockstrap, a cigarette hanging from his mouth. He motioned for us to follow him into my bedroom, where we watched in shock as he grabbed an ashtray and then climbed onto the bed on all fours. He wiggled his arse, saying nothing to either of us but letting us both know for sure what he wanted. We worked as a team to get him ready with our tongues and fingers, while he happily huffed poppers and smoked cigarettes. I then had the honour of popping my oldest son’s cherry, gently but firmly sliding my raw cock into his virgin hole. He moaned throughout, but was also pushing back on me whenever I slowed down so I knew he was enjoying it. Rather quicker than I would have liked, I went over the edge and blew my undetectable load into him. Justin, however, did not step up to take over when I eventually pulled out of Jacob. “I’m poz” he said. “I know” replied Jacob, speaking for the first time since we had got home. “You both are.” “No” said Justin, “Dad’s on meds and is shooting blanks. I’m not taking anything, so I’m like, properly toxic. I could infect you.” “Then fuck me already” replied Jacob, turning to smile at his brother. “Are you sure son?” I asked him. “Yes” he said, closing his eyes and turning his face back forwards again. “Fuck me Justin.” And so it was, that my younger son slid his cock into my older one and gave him his first poz load. An hour later he gave him his second. Another couple of hours later he gave him his third. By the time the evening came round, a couple of my poz mates had joined us to ensure that Jacob’s newly-opened arse was never empty of toxic cocks. Man, did I regret being on meds that night, and made the decision to stop taking them until Jacob had converted. Sure enough, the virus did not seem to take that night, nor from the weekend visits that Jacob made to his brother or back home to me during the first term of his final year at uni. Thus, when the Christmas break came around, we spent a couple of days of it back at the warehouse letting Peter and his friends work with us on the family hat-trick. Jacob took everything they had to give, and Justin greatly enjoyed being on hand to be used by the men on the side. I, however, focused my energies entirely on trying to get my older son converted, but of course will never know whether it was my own demon seed or someone else’s that did it. Either way, Jacob woke up with a fever on New Year’s Eve, and while Justin and I took care of him we also continued to fill his hole regularly throughout his battle with the fuck flu. We then joined him for his HIV test the day before the boys headed back to university, and Justin readily accepted his brother’s first poz load in the disabled loo at the clinic just minutes after we got the positive result. Three years later, and both of them are still living with me at home. It just makes sense financially for the time being, and of course we get a lot of benefits out of having ready access to each other’s bodies. Jacob is definitely more of a top, and seems to also have hook-ups with women off Tinder from time to time, but is happy to bend over for his dad or his brother when we’re in the mood to use his hole. He also enthusiastically joins us on the nights when we head to a sex club, cruising spot or wherever it is that we have chosen to bend over side by side and get railed by as many men as possible, something we’ve come to jokingly call ‘the family picnic’. All three of us bring men back to the house too, and I know that Justin and Jacob particularly enjoy finding a versatile guy that they can put in the middle of a family sandwich. They enjoy it even more when they get to poz a guy together, or find someone particularly toxic to recharge them both. We now all sport on our backs variants of the scorpion design that Justin first got, and both my boys have biohazards on their impressive pecs while mine is of course a tramp-stamp beneath the scorpion’s stinger. Justin has turned into a bit of a size queen in the accessories department too, having replaced his already heavy silver chain collection with even larger units so that he has over 4 kilos of extra weight on him most of the time. Jacob is less into all that but he does sometimes put on Justin’s spares when he’s in the mood, which is usually enough for me to bend him over whatever is nearby so I can do my fatherly duty on his rear end. Indeed, I think he only puts on the bling when we wants me to fuck him, knowing that it always turns up my dial to full in no time. Yes, we’re a slightly fucked-up family, but we are loving, close and eternally bonded to each other in a way that few other families could be. I’m not sure how long it will be before one, two or even all three of us seek something a bit more long-term with a partner, and the thought has crossed my mind that Justin and Jacob may end up being that person for each other in the future which I’m actually on board with if it happens (obviously I have no problems with incest!). Indeed, as I’m writing this at my desk today, the boys are next to me on the bed enjoying cigarettes and beers following some particularly good sex we just had. Jacob had his first go at riding my and Justin’s cocks at the same time, and from the look on his face I think he may be up for another round of that in a moment. So, with that, I’m going to sign off and get back to fucking my sons. Adios!

Before we knew his name, we called him Neighbor Boy. Brian saw him first. On a gorgeous Saturday in May, I walked into the kitchen to see my husband jacking his fat dick while sneaking glances out the window. When he heard me approach, he flashed a piggish grin and motioned me over. That’s when I caught my first glimpse of Neighbor Boy. He was shirtless, maybe 18 or 19, and hauling boxes into his family’s new home. His face, square-jawed and intense, was still boyish in a lot of ways, but you could easily see the drop-dead-handsome man he was becoming. And to make things even hotter, he was obviously packing a man-size piece of meat, judging from the package bouncing between his legs. As sweat ran down the ridges of his abs, his shorts began to slip past the beltline, exposing just a bit of what appeared to be a bubble-perfect jockbutt. My eyes followed the dark line of sweat forming between his asscheeks; I wanted to bury my face in the fresh boy-musk around his crotch, his pits, his fuckhole. Brian turned to me with an evil grin. “That boy is ours,” he said, still furiously jacking his cock. Then, with a grunt, he sprayed three powerful volleys of thick, unmedicated poz cum across the kitchen sink. * * * Brian and I have been together for 10 years. I’m 35; he’s 40. People tease us about looking like twins, and I can see why: we both have dark brown hair, beards, and hairy chests. We also have cocks that are roughly the same size, about 8.5” by 6.5”. And when our big dicks spring out of our jockstraps at the same time, we can usually turn a run-of-the-mill bottomboy into a trashy, knocked-up dickpig in no time at all. It wasn’t always that way. Back when we met, Brian was a top. I was vers, but I wouldn’t let him fuck me raw. My reasoning was simple: I was neg, he was poz. And then one night, he invited me to his house for a homemade dinner. It was my birthday, and he’d hinted at some kind of surprise. I had no idea what was in store: halfway through my first cocktail, I started to slur my speech. I remember asking him what was going on, but Brian just stood there, grinning like a demon and rubbing his cock through his jeans as I slipped into unconsciousness. When I woke up, I found myself suspended in midair, my body swinging back and forth in a steady rhythm. In my drugged-up stupor, it took me a few minutes to realize that I was directly underneath a large mirror on the ceiling. Very slowly, I managed to process the image I saw in the mirror: for some reason I was naked, with my legs splayed wide and arms tied back. I’d heard of slings, but I’d never been in one. And just then, it dawned on me that my body was swinging back and forth in a steady rhythm because a total stranger was pounding my hole. That’s when I heard Brian’s voice cut through the noise in that dark, crowded, sweat-stenched room: “The second booty bump definitely woke him up,” he said. Right about then, the guy fucking me started to convulse, and everyone in the room shouted encouragement as he thrust in and out of my hole frenetically. Next I heard a loud round of clapping and grunting from the crowd, followed by an odd sensation of warmth and wetness when that cock pulled out of me. My hole released the stranger's mushroom head with a subtle *pop*, and then I suddenly felt an emptiness in my ass, as if my knocked-up cunt somehow wasn’t complete anymore without a raw dick lodged deep inside. But the emptiness didn’t last. Within a matter of seconds, I felt the familiar contours of Brian’s cock inside me. “Hey, baby,” he said, his big dick making an unfamiliar sloshing sound as he fucked away. “That was load number four, and you've just begun. It’s your birthday, remember? My gift is to get you fuckin’ pregnant. You want another poz load?” I stared at him, uncomprehending. Then my eyes grew wide as I realized what all this meant. “No,” I said. “Fuck no. I don’t want to be sick. You know that. What the fuck are you doing?” “Oh, please—you have no idea what you want,” he replied. “From the moment we met, I saw right through you. You’re just another clean-cut, handsome boy waiting for somebody to give you permission to be a cumpig. I mean, just look at your dick right now—it’s harder than I’ve ever seen it.” I glanced down at my cock, and I could see it dripping beads of precum onto my abs. Meanwhile, Brian kept pounding me. “Your dick seems to be a few steps ahead of your brain at the moment, because your dick knows what you need,” he said. “And what you need, little piggy, is an ass full of fresh poz loads. Don’t worry—your brain will catch up to your cock before the night’s through. Until then, we’ll just gangrape you full of poz seed, OK?" "FUCK YOU." "Sorry, bud, but I'm pretty sure it's the other way around. You're the one getting fucked tonight, remember? You're getting fucked and bred and, if you're really lucky, maybe even pozzed. So...are you ready to beg for another dirty load, boy?” “Fuck no, Brian. I don’t want this. Fucking stop, OK? STOP.” He didn’t stop. Instead, he nodded to someone behind me, and I was quickly muzzled and blindfolded. Brian stopped thrusting for a moment, lodging his cock deep in my hole, and ordered me to stay perfectly still unless I wanted to get hurt. In the stillness that followed, someone wrapped a tourniquet around my bicep. I felt a pinch in my arm, and the tourniquet came loose. Almost immediately, I gasped as a wave of dark energy rushed to my chest, my lungs, my cock, my ass. I coughed violently, and I struggled to catch my breath while the dark wave kept crashing through my nervous system. And just as Brian predicted, that's when my brain finally caught up with my cock. I was in heat. I loved the feeling of Brian's raw dick pounding me full of toxic seed. And by the end of the night, I would whimper and moan anytime my hole wasn’t stretched around a charged-up cock. I'd been transformed from a neg condom queen to a bareback slampig in a matter of hours. In the years since, Brian and I have developed a knack for initiating young men into the world of chemsex, feeding drugs to unsuspecting boys before knocking them up. The hottest of all, I think, was the seduction of Brian’s college-age nephew. And it didn’t happen on just any night, either, but on the night of our wedding. This kid was a hot little faggot with a naturally hungry butt. He was deeply closeted, but Brian and I saw right through him in a second. So after flirting with him on the dancefloor, then feeding him our dicks in a restroom stall, we took him back to the honeymoon suite, smoked him out with the glass pipe, and slathered Tina-laced lube all over his fratboy fuckhole. Within 15 minutes, he was taking a seat on my raw cock and bouncing on it like a natural-born bitch. Eight hours (and two giant slams) later, Brian’s fratboy nephew was a confirmed chemwhore, proudly spreading his wrecked fuckhole while it oozed loads from 11 strangers. Even then, he was still shoving fingers hungrily into his cunt, pleading for another slam of Tina in his arm. Instead, we dropped him off at our dealer’s house with instructions to push every boundary possible until this boy was corrupted through and through. Our dealer didn’t disappoint, and within a month or two our fratboy nephew was a slampig escort with a real talent for getting double-fisted. We couldn’t be prouder. * * * The day after we saw Neighbor Boy for the first time, we introduced ourselves to his parents. Over the course of a 30-minute conversation that included far too many details about the sister we didn’t care to meet, we found out exactly what we needed to know: Neighbor Boy’s name was Dalton, and he was finishing up his senior year at McKinley High. He’d just turned 18. He had a steady girlfriend named Melissa, and he’d landed a scholarship to be a kicker for one of the state university football teams. “Oh, and one more thing,” Dalton’s father said to us. “We’ll be chaperoning our daughter’s class trip to Washington, D.C. at the beginning of June. Dalton is perfectly capable of running the house by himself for a week, but could you just make sure he doesn’t throw any giant keggers? We’d really appreciate it.” We nodded eagerly, because we’d found our window of opportunity. As the conversation wrapped up, we slipped our hands in our pockets, attempting to hide the bulges from our rapidly hardening cocks. * * * When Brian and I returned home, we closed the door and fell into a deep, sloppy kiss. We would do whatever necessary to fill all of Dalton’s holes with chems. And if we had our way, he’d be going to college in the fall with poz blood flowing through his veins. “I wonder if Jesse knows Dalton,” Scott said. “That could be hot.” I nodded and grabbed my phone. “Let’s give him a ring.” We love Jesse because he’s an evil pig. But we love him even more because he’s an evil pig who happens to look like a blond, buff Mormon. And it doesn’t hurt that he’s hung like a lumberjack. Like Dalton, he’s a senior at McKinley, and we’d initiated him about six months earlier after chatting him up on a bareback fetish site. We pozzed him on the day after his 18th birthday. He was already entertaining some very dark fantasies by the time we found him—apparently he’d been watching bareback porn and trolling fetish chatrooms for years. But unlike most of the naïve little faggots we corrupt with chems and impregnate with toxic seed, Jesse was eager to get slammed into the stratosphere, and he required no encouragement to spread his muscled boybutt for our poz dicks. And now, in the months since his seroconversion, he’s been helping us lure boys to the world of chem-fueled bareback fucking. Jesse answered my call right away. Yes, he said, he was pretty good friends with Dalton, who was basically the hottest guy in the entire fucking school. We asked if Jesse was planning to hang out with Dalton anytime soon. Yes, he replied: he’d be at Dalton’s pool party the following weekend. “You guys should come, because a lot of the parents will be there,” he said. “I’ll tell Dalton to invite you. And I'll tell you something else: everybody at school would swear he’s straight, but I just don’t know. I get a weird vibe from him. Maybe not a gay vibe, but like a curious vibe.” “So you’re saying there might be a faggot buried deep inside that boy?” I asked. “Just a hunch,” Jesse replied. “Well, in that case,” said Scott, “it’s time for us to get deep inside Dalton and find out.” MORE SOON...

Note: I got the idea for this after seeing a bunch of video clips of a guy called Timothy Champagne. He’s tall and muscled with shaggy blonde hair and tops a bunch of guys in videos. A total stud with a handsome face, a great smile and in all the clips he looks like he’s having a blast. Not generally my my type (a little lean and hairless) but something about him is supremely sexy. Matt is basically that guy as I imagine him. Adam is like a young Atlas Grant. Matt: It was early on a weekday afternoon at the beach. Matt had spent the whole morning surfing in the rough waves, and was done. He knew the guy sitting on the bench was staring at him. The fags always wanted to suck his cock when he came to the beach to surf. Why not? Matt is 25, 6’2”, 180 lbs of lean muscle, furry blonde chest and beard and a nice fat cock with a super furry blonde ass. He basically fucked anything with a hole, no matter what gender. He liked fags because they were always more direct about hitting on him and he rarely turned them down. Plus fags didn’t mind when he fucked them hard and slapped them around a bit. Didn’t matter their age, younger ones were hot, older ones often wanted to pay him. He never turned down money for a fuck. It kept him in weed and T. Matt had rolled down the top of his wet suit, opened the back of his van and started to put his gear away. As soon as it was all stowed, he looked over at the fag trying to be inconspicuous but doing a piss poor job of it. The guy couldn’t stop touching his dick while watching Matt. So Matt decided to put on a little show. The beach was mostly deserted, just a a few other people were out surfing and only a few cars were in the parking lot with no people visible. The only other person was the fag who couldn’t stop staring. He rolled the rest of his wet suit down and took it off, standing behind the van, completely naked. Matt loved the sun on his naked body and it was a gorgeous sunny California day in the 80s. Matt shook his wet suit a little bit to get some more of the water out and leaned over to lay it out in the back of the van, making sure to show off his furry ass so the fag could see it. Matt stole a glance and noticed that the guy was playing with his dick even more obviously through his shorts. This little cat and mouse game was about to get Matt a nice cunt to breed. He stood up and stretched out completely, letting the warm air dry his skin off, then he grabbed his fat uncut dick and started to play with it, looking directly at the kid sitting on the bench. He quickly got hard and the kid’s eyes got bigger and bigger, like he couldn’t believe what was happening. Matt crooked his finger and called the kid over. At first he didn’t move but after a few seconds, the kid got up and walked to Matt’s van quickly. He didn’t say a word, he just stared at Matt’s cock. Fags were so easy to use. “Get in the van, dude.” The kid just stood there, staring at Matt. “Come on man, get in. NOW.” Suddenly the kid looked up, startled and said “Oh. Sure.” He climbed in the back of Matt’s van and crouched there. Matt just laughed and thought “this is gonna be fun.” He climbed in after the kid, still completely naked and pulled the rear doors shut. There were a couple of pillows and a sleeping bag in the back for emergencies. Matt grabbed the sleeping bag and unzipped it while the kid just sat there, mesmerized. “Come on, man, get naked. Gonna fuck your ass. But first, have a taste.” The kid hesitated again and again, Matt just said “NOW.” The kid quickly shucked his clothes and Matt liked what he saw. The kid was short, thick and furry. About 5’5” and a muscled torso covered in black hair. Matt told him to turn around and he did without saying a word. “Nice little furry hole there. You like getting fucked dude?” “Um. Sometimes. I’m not very experienced, to be honest.” The kid blushed which was really cute, and Matt just laughed. “Don’t worry man, I’m not gonna hurt you. I’m a nice guy who’s horny all the fucking time. What’s your name? How old are you?” “Adam. I’m 20.” “Good, now get over here and suck my cock.” This time Matt didn’t have to tell the kid twice. He sat down on the floor on the sleeping bag, and propped the pillows behind his back so he could lean against the wall of the van while the fag got busy. Adam took most of Matt’s fat dick in his mouth and started sucking it immediately. It was a little toothy at first, so Matt pulled his mouth up by Adam’s curly hair and said “watch your fucking teeth, fag.” Adam immediately responded “Yes, sir!” and shoved the fat surfer cock down his entire throat. He was getting a good rhythm going, taking all of Matt’s cock on every stroke and Matt grabbed him by the ears and started to regulate the depth and speed of the blow job. “That’s better, faggot.” Matt slowed down and sped up, taking as much pleasure as he could from the cute kid’s mouth. But he was ready for more so after a few minutes, he slowed the kid’s mouth down and held him in place as Matt’s cock throbbed, lodged all the way down Adam’s throat. He started to push back, clearly having a hard time breathing and Matt held onto his head. Finally he released Adam and the fag came up for air, gasping with his face covered in spit. After he caught his breath, Adam moved to go back down on Matt’s cock but Matt pulled his face up and started kissing him hard on the mouth. The kid responded immediately with a moan and melted into Matt’s arms. Matt reached down behind the kid and started touching his hole. He pulled Adam away from a deep kiss and stuck his fingers in Adam’s mouth to lube them up, then reached down and started playing with Adam’s furry cunt. The kid moaned again, deeper and more desperate. Matt could tell this was going to be fun. After he spent some time playing with Adam’s hole, Matt pulled him in close again and started teasing Adam’s newly lubed up hole with his fat hard cock. “Do you have any rubbers?” Adam asked. “No. Gonna fuck you anyway.” “Um. I. Um.” Matt laughed since he knew just how to fix this problem. He grabbed the back of Adam’s head and pulled him in close for another deep kiss, all the while playing with his butthole. The hole was relaxed and clean, so Matt knew it was a matter of time before Adam let him in his hole raw. After a couple of minutes of making out and ass play, Adam pulled away from Matt, out of breath and said “fuck it man. I can’t wait to have your cock in me. Just don’t cum inside, OK?” “Sure, kid. Whatever you say.” Matt smiled his big goofy surfer boy smile, kissed the kid again and slowly maneuvered Adam’s butt onto his cock. Considering Matt’s long, fat cock, he was impressed that Adam took it all the way down the root in one continuous, slow push. He continued to kiss Adam as the kid impaled himself on the huge cock. Once Adam was at the root of his cock, he reached over and opened a zippered pouch, pulling out a glass pipe and a baggie. “Sit still for a second, kid. We’re gonna have some fun. You got anywhere you need to be?” Adam just moaned and said “fuck no. I was bored so I decided to come watch guys surf and walk on the beach.” Matt laughed and said “never thought you’d end up with a surfer dude’s cock in your cunt, did you.” Adam moaned again and said “fuck, no. But I fucking love it.” Matt laughed again and said “OK, sit still for a second, so I can load the pipe.” “I don’t do drugs,” Adam said. “You do now,” Matt replied, quickly loaded the pipe and lit it, melting the large shards in the bottom of the bowl while expertly maneuvering the bowl so nothing burned. He took a huge hit off the pipe, and then pulled a still reluctant Adam in for a shotgun and a kiss. He looked surprised when Matt started to exhale the smoke into his lungs, but quickly realized what he was supposed to do and breathed in. They shared the first hit back and forth until it was gone, and then Matt turned the pipe around and explained to Adam how to smoke it. They traded shotguns for a few minutes while Matt’s rock hard cock was still lodged up his hole. Finally, Matt set the pipe down in a safe spot, pulled Adam in to make out with him again and started moving his hips to fuck Adam’s hole. The kid moaned loudly as his ass started to quickly adjust to accept the cock that was invading it. Matt started to move the kid up and down on his dick, which caused Adam to moan even more. “How’s that feel?” “Fuck, Matt. I don’t think I’ve ever felt so fucking horny in my life!” He was panting loudly as Matt picked up speed, fucking his furry little cunt. Matt laughed and said “it’s the T. Makes everyone horny. Most guys can’t get hard with it, but it just makes my dick harder." Matt reached down and touched Adam’s cock which was completely soft. “See? You can’t get hard, just proves you’re a fagdump for loads.” Adam just moaned more loudly and said “I don’t fucking care what I am, just never stop fucking my hole!” Matt laughed and said “That’s the reaction I usually get. Now let’s get the first load in your cunt and then head back to my place. I think we can probably have some fun all day.” Matt turned Adam around and laid him on his back on the pillows so he could pound the kid’s cunt. “Let’s get this first load out of the way so we can spend more time fucking your pussy in my apartment.” Matt picked up the pace and started really pounding the kid’s hole, which just caused him to moan louder and beg to be fucked harder. All fags are the same. They all wanted his big cock, and they all wanted it hard and rough. After a couple minutes of pounding Adam’s big ass, Matt leaned down to him, grinned and whispered “Are you sure you want me to pull out? Are you SURE?” Adam just grabbed onto Matt’s ass and pulled him as deep as possible inside. “FUUUUUCK man! No! Don’t pull out! Please! I gotta have your load in my hole! No one ever fucked me like this before. I need it!” Matt leaned down again and kissed the kid while he pounded Adam’s hole mercilessly. “Gonna breed ya. Gonna breed ya. Gonna breed ya…..take it you fucking faggot! NOW.” Finally, he buried himself as deeply as possible in Adam’s hole and let loose with a huge load of cum. Adam could feel Matt’s cock throbbing inside his cunt and reached back to, once again, pull Matt as deeply as possible inside. They both caught their breath and Matt’s cock started to soften. He immediately rolled Adam over onto his shoulders so his ass was sticking straight up in the air. Matt reached over and opened another bag and pulled out a nice sized butt plug. He grinned at Adam and said “don’t want lose that load when we’re going to my house.” Adam smiled and let the plug slip inside of his raw ass lips. He moaned again when the plug hit home and laid down flat for a minute. Matt started to get ready to leave, putting on a pair of shorts and a tank top, commando of course. Adam started to get dressed as well, when Matt said “nope. No clothes for you. You’re gonna give me road head while we go back to my apartment. Keep the plug in and clean off my dick. It’s not far.” Adam was completely smitten and obeyed without thinking. His brain was partially addled by the drugs and partly by the fuck he’d just taken but he couldn’t think of saying no, and didn’t even think about his car parked down the row. He just crouched down next to Matt sitting in the driver’s seat. Matt started the van and pulled his cock out through the fly of his shorts. “OK, fag. Suck it while I drive.” Adam started sucking Matt’s hard cock immediately and didn’t even look up. A few minutes later they drove up in front of a small house and pulled into the driveway. Matt pulled Adam’s head off his cock and said “OK. Take a break. Let’s go inside.” Adam started to get dressed again, but Matt just grabbed his clothes and said “follow me.” Adam didn’t even think of refusing. He just got out of the van and followed Matt to the front door and went inside not caring who saw his naked, plugged ass.

This past Tuesday my room mate and were partying and playing like we sometimes do. Around 10pm I asked him if he wanted to maybe go down to the adult bookstore on Folsom. He actually said he didn't wan to go but urged me to go by myself, so I did. Ten bucks gets you in. I was not attracted to most of the guys hanging out in the hallway or any coming in and out of the booths. I went into one both only to find that it didn't have any glory holes, so I tried to just get my dick hard by watching th crappy twink porn on the screen in front of me. I managed to get half way hard .... the porn was juts not nasty enough plus I had partied that day. I walked around, checked out some of the dudes and then went into this small "theater" in the back of the book store. Inside was a tall, thin, vainy, weathered, older leather daddy getting his dick sucked. I stood there watching and playing hard with my huge long thick stretched out nipples and he kept looking at me suggesting I walk over his way, but I didn't go over because his cocksucker was unaware of me. Had they had both called me over I would have approached, but I chose not too. I watched a bit more as he got his big fat daddy dick sucked and then just turned around and walked out. I found an empty booth with a glory hole and when I peeped into it I couldn't see a thing because it was pitch black in there ... and then a white hand started feeling it's way around the hole. My didk wasn't hard but I stuck it though thehole and got a completely anonymous blow job from a guy I couldn't see. As he was sucking my dick I thought "wow, I wonder if this dude has a big dick cuz I could just put my fuckhole up against the glory hole and see if he wants to breed me. Once he stopped sucking my dick I actaully left the booth and found another open booth also with a glory hole down the hall. I entered, looked thru the glory hole and noticed that the booth was bright and, there in the corner was the old leather daddy. I would say he was in his late 70s, waisted, but still butch and I could see that he was once a handsome young man. When he realized it was me he smiled and edged on over to the hole. On my knees in front of the glory hole I took a big hit of poppers, handed the bottle to the old leather daddy and started sucking on his nice big fat daddy dick. We kept passing the bottle of poppers back and forth so I really gave him a great blow job but, I didn't want him to blow his nut down my throat because I had partied earlier and wanted to get breed. While on my knees at the glory hole with his dick in my throat, I opened a small pack of lube up and spread it on my asshole. I stopped sucking and quickly stood up and presented this not so well looking daddy my pink party hole at the level of the glory hole. I heard him spit on his cock and then I could feel him trying to find the exact entry spot of my hole with his big hard dick. It took ten second and I had the head of his cock raw inside my hole. Wiht more hits of poppers I was able to open up and took his entire dick shaft up my asshole in a few minutes time. He started riding me thru the glory hole at varying speeds, which I love. He barebacked me slowly for a good 15 minutes or so. At one point I thought about stopping the glory hole breeding and just going over to his booth, but then I said to myself "dont do that, it's nastier to take an anonymous charged load from this obvious poz daddy through a dirty glory hole" so I stayed put bent over at the glory hole until I heard him grunt some and come up my ass. He didn't pull out right after he came, he stayed in and very slowing kept riding me, making sure none of his cum dripped out when he withdrew. I put my face at the glory hole, thanked him for the fun and we kissed a little bit before he pulled up his jeans and exited the booth. I stayed pu, hit the poppers again, put my fingers up my asshole in order to feel his cum, which I pushed up further inside me. I didn't lose a drop. I stood up, pulled my pants up, walked over to the bathroom, washed my hands and left. When I got home I told my room mate what happened, so we partied a bit more and then he breed me over his bed because he was so turned on that I still had a hot poz load in me. HOT and TRUEand yes, my room mate gave me his load too.

Retire in my hole 👄

Part 19: ''My Master sleeps'' Sir's presence was now completely absent leaving behind just my Master and I. With the exception of food/drink breaks, a few short rests, and a huge 10 hour sleep that my Master would enjoy later tonight, he for the next 36+ hours which would bring us to tomorrow night with the imminent full moon would spend that entire time Fucking me, Fisting me, torturing my fag-boy tits, pissing on and in me, and generally using me and my body any way he deemed fit. I would be used all over Sir's house; on vinyl play sheets/mats either on Sir's bed, in the cellar-dungeon, and in the living room too. The last hour or so of this 36+ hour marathon would see a bloodied crescendo in more ways than one! 💉 - Who has broken their contract with my friend Doug? - Me my Master. But I just cannot resist you - You are so intoxicating that I just cannot resist you. Maybe it was really a case of that I was so intoxicated with Chems that I could not resist anyone! 😈 The chain on my collar was tightened forcing me higher into an upright pozition where the real boss who had taken full control and advantage of the situation continued to fuck me in a moderately paced all the way out to the tip and back to balls deep squelchy sloppy loose fuck. Once again my Master had me in hog heaven! But it was now time for a change of scenery as I was led back down to the cellar dungeon. Apart from the stairs down to ground level and into the cellar I crawled there as I was led by my leash to my new pig-happy environment. I was ordered to lie in the sling, and without being restrained I lay there for four solid uninterrupted hours, spun, and where my cunt received a good thorough fisting. Three hours of those four had passed.... - How far have you got to now, Master? - Mid Bicep, faggot-boy! After spending the day Fucking and Fisting me, and drinking Beer so he could piss on and in me it was time for my Master to get a long sleep having not slept as much last night as he normally would. He knew that me being spun I would not be able to resist waking him up to play, so he locked me down in the cellar dungeon where I was given specific instructions, which were; Point 1: Drink plenty of electrolyte fluid for which he prepared and supplied. Point 2. Do NOT remove the Brutal Spring Nipple Clamps. Point 3: Do not blow anymore clouds as tomorrow I would be blowing more alongside receiving a meth-blast into my vein. With Sir now already at his mum's home and Master having gone upstairs for a good sleeping rest I was down here in the cellar-dungeon all alone. And here I was flying high and super horny! I guzzled down a huge amount of electrolyte drink, a lot of it, I was very thirsty it seems. Being left alone, and high n horny too, I set about finding what I could to satisfy me, and it did not take long. I went over to Sir's very large wooden box underneath the staircase and found the biggest dildo. Its measurements came in at; CirCUMference of the flared head 10.75" CirCUMference of mid shaft 10" CirCUMference of shaft 8" Total length 17.5" of which 15" was the shaft and 2.5" the balls/base. I placed myself parallel to the floor to ceiling mirror on the vinyl sheet mattress and got ready for take off. One month ago there is no way I could have even got 1mm of this monster inside of me, but absolutely no effort was required as I slid down on it taking in all 15" of the shaft into my super hungry cunt. I manoeuvred myself into a proper sitting pozition as to attempt to take in the balls too, and it did not take much work at all.... I had with great ease just taken all 17.5" inside of me, and it felt fantastic. That 13"er would not touch my sides now! I alternated between having it all inside of me and just rocking my hips, or sliding all the way off and all the way on it again. I repeated this over and over for the next four hours, and I had now reached a point where I was about to disobey my Master, I just could not take anymore, and at that moment I removed the Brutal Spring Nipple Clamps. I looked at my fag-boy tits, and they were weeping. Clearly Sir had trained them to a certain point but their progress had plateaued. I gently touched them, and I whimpered as I could feel how very sore they now were. Using my hands and arms I pushed myself up from the seated pozition, pushed as though I was having a bowel movement, and out popped the balls portion of the 17.5" monster that was buried deep inside of me. I then slowly slid off and stood up where I done a great big piss. The huge piss I had just taken reminded me to drink more, and reminded me that I actually was very thirsty. I guzzled more electrolyte drink down and took to riding the 17.5" monster again, this time around for another three hours as I splashed about in my own piss. And after seven hours of solo play it suddenly hit me, I had a strong urge to go to sleep, but I was high and wired as fuck. I looked into the mirror and my eyes appeared dark and dull. I released the monster toy from my now extremely battered cunt and went to lie down in the sling where I spent four hours drifting in and out of sleep, probably not getting anymore than a few minutes at a time. I was so stimulated that I could not sleep, yet so sleep deprived that I was sporadically nodding off. My Master had been gone for eleven hours; ten hours asleep, and one hour eating/drinking. He returned wearing the same attire as last night of Muir, Leather Waistcoat, and his army Boots.... I had semi dozed off at the point my Master returned to the cellar-dungeon. He saw the 17.5" Monster that I had been playing with for several hours which he picked up and brought with him, and he saw my piss on the vinyl sheet, and me laying in the sling too minus the Brutal Spring Nipple Clamps. My face was firmly slapped.... - OI, wake up faggot-boy. - Eh, wha'.... Master.... where am I? - Did you use this whilst I was away? - Yes, Master. He slapped my face again, this time much harder.... - And where are the Brutal Spring Nipple Clamps? I gave specific instructions that they were not meant to come off. - Despite being high n horny they were becoming overly sore. I'm so sorry, Master He inspected my complaint. - Aaaahhhh, I see. Fair enough, they are weeping quite a bit. You seem wired. - Yes Master. I feel very horny still, but very tired too. I was given a fresh set of clouds to blow. As I got a fresh high Master dried the piss soaked vinyl sheet and once I was high again he ordered me to kneel on it, at that sexy AF 45 degree angle to the ceiling to floor mirror. He climbed behind me, spread my legs as wide as they would go, and re-entered me, only this time he was not just balls deep, he had pushed his big balls INSIDE of me! - Fucking HELL faggot-boy, can you feel me inside of you? - No Master, I do not feel a thing. - I'm not surprised, neither do I.... Fuck, you have completely trashed that cunt of yours.... Fuck, this feeling of fucking hot wet air with the odd caress of velvet soft meat occasionally breezing by is enough to make me shoot my dirty seed prematurely, FUCK.... He pulled out, went and sat on Sir's antique armchair, and starting early in the day he was back on the cold Beers and one of Sir's fat cigars. - Go on, show me what you can do with that huge toy you played with whilst I was away. The day soon went by as more Fisting, Fucking, piss-play and now toy-play was had. I did not know it yet as I had lost all track of time and as I was in the cellar-dungeon, but night had fallen. But my Master knew alright! I once again was flagging, and more so than last time. - It's time for some real nasty FUN. C'mon, follow me....

Been a long time since I had anything to post here... I've been craving some dick lately, and it's been a good week for it. Last Sunday afternoon/evening, I finally got two daddy types that I've been chatting with for over a year to stop by. First one was late afternoon...did the usual where I had him come in, drop his pants, sit in my chair, and I got on my knees in front of him. He was a kisser too, so did some of that before I got to work. Didn't take long before he unloaded down my throat. Second guy was someone I always see online pretty late (around midnight), and I should have been in bed for work the next day, but I was still horny. Same situation, he came over, got naked, sat in the chair, and I started sucking...he had some trouble getting hard but said I was doing a great job. I let him finger me a little - I had been playing with a butt plug all evening - and that got him going a little. Then, he said he wanted to jack to get himself close...so I got on the couch with my ass in the air and within 15-20 seconds he stood up and came over and shot his load all over my hole. I told him to rub it into me and he did. Fast-forward to tonight (Friday)...I hit up this guy that I had chatted with last weekend, an older daddy type in a hotel. Did the usual chatting about what we were looking for and into. Asked him if he wanted me to come over to his hotel and he said "sure". So I got my lube and poppers and started driving the 15 minutes to the hotel....had not heard from him during the drive, and he didn't respond when I said I was in the parking lot. Hit him up on another app and asked if he was ghosting me, and he claimed internet was being spotty (not sure if I believe this or not)...but when I asked whether he wanted me to come up or not, he said yes. Got up to the room, and we went at it...body contact, kissing, sucking...and he was like "Daddy wants to fuck that ass". He lubed me up, I took a hit of poppers, and he slid in...hurt a little, since I hadn't been fucked in months...so we slowed down a bit, but then he got inside again and it felt great. He got into a pretty intense rhythm, I told him to breed me deep, and he did. Kissed a little more and I asked if he could get hard again and he sorta laughed...but we might get together again tomorrow before he leaves town. Of course, I'm still looking for more tonight....

With the power of AI, comes the responsibility to share Bonus based on the original Eric AI created last year (first picture)

The cub bear breeder I had a message from a 22 year old lad asking if my cunt was free. He told me he had been inside my cunt and loaded me in front of others at my last gay sauna visit. I had taken all loads in the darkroom and he told me he had watched me get fisted by 2 guys taking turns and he waited and watched until I had been fucked and then he slid into my cummy hole just to take a turn in other guys fresh loads. He then spent the afternoon cruising my used hole and slid inside me every time he walked by. I had no idea but he dumped 3 loads in me that afternoon and watched guys use me to dump in too and now he offered to drive for an hour to give me another couple of loads, especially as my cunt already had a lads lunchtime load in. He arrived and pretty much found me as he did in the sauna, on all fours in my pup mask and harness with my loaded cunt in the air, ready and willing. He pulled the large plug out and was straight inside. He was as stripping off with his dick in my cunt. He clearly needed to play inside a cummy hole as it wasn’t long before he was ready to breed me again. With little fuss he released his load and topped me back up with his hot Welsh cum load. He pumped as much as he could into my hungry cunt. He pulled out and was stood there in just his socks sporting a lovely cummy cock. I dropped to my knees to clean him up and taste his load. His cock started to cum back to life in my mouth and after just a couple of minutes I was ordered back on all fours as he wanted to give me another load. Sure enough it was like being back at the sauna with his dick pounding my loaded hole before quietly depositing another load. My cunt now had 2 of his loads inside me and felt fucking sloppy. He plugged my hole, tagged my ass and left me used and fully bred!

I’m afraid this is to be expected, and properly considered, it’s not a question of inclusivity. If one asks, why are all these gay guys so interested in penises? The simple and obvious answer is because they’re gay. But digging a little deeper, gay phallocentricity may have roots from the psychological to the practical. It may be in part because the phallus (along with the testicles) more than any other trait, defines masculinity - all the other physical traits are by definition secondary sex characteristics. Psychologically, the cock is the representation of masculine power and virility, and we see this reflected in many ways throughout art and culture - indeed, it’s practically impossible to avoid it. It is little wonder if gay men associate it with their yearning to connect with a masculine other; the cock is both the flag and the pole it flies from. On the practical side, polling around here consistently suggests that approximately 66% of gay men identify as bottoms or vers bottoms, and another 24% identify as vers Tops who occasionally bottom - meaning that about 90% of gay men are looking to be penetrated in some way at some time, and two-thirds of them want it either predominantly or exclusively. This means they’re looking for someone who can penetrate them, and preferably do so in a filling manner that requires some degree of endowment, thus the importance of the cock as an object. But there is an additional, and perhaps critical element. The phallus is the fount of semen. Ultimately, the brass ring in most encounters is that someone will ejaculate, either in or on someone else. The production and sharing of that fluid - the absolute essence of the masculine - has an almost ritual sense about it, even in the most impersonal or transactional of exchanges, and it absolutely requires the phallus. While a transman may be able to overcome a limitation or obstacle presented in terms of the ability to satisfactorily penetrate a partner in a fully masculine expression, he will unfortunately not be able to produce a load of cum. The transman may feel that a bukkake gathering is not inclusive in that he cannot contribute a load like the others, but what is to be done? He may feel unincluded because his own new endowment, an entirely legitimate part of him and possibly even functional to the degree possible, does not equal the dimensions admired in certain other men. He may find himself, in a phallocentric point-of-view, in the same position as those biological males on the small end of the size average for human phalluses, and obliged to deal with that set of unnecessary absurdities just as he’s finally gotten a footing in the world as the male he is. It’s regrettable, but the point is that to be male is to be cock-centered to some degree, and in the sexual arena, it ends up being pretty much the point, much of the time.

Love getting feeling a PA grinding into my hole. Better than any French tickler.

I enjoy both PS, CA and FTL, FL. Palm Springs does not have a bathhouse, FTL has 2 plus 321 Slammer which I think makes FTL the clear choice for sluts like me. PS & FTL are both easy for me to get to from Midwest, 18 hours behind the wheel or both have like 2 non-stop flights from my local airport. Key West is difficult for me because of lack of non-stop means it is like 18 hour flights or 24 hours behind the wheel. One time driving to KW there was an accident on the causeway, we turned off the car and sat on the car with no A/C for hours til the wreck was cleared. Lighthouse Inn had bedbugs that hurt like hell. Mosquitos were thick too, KW def did not make me feel like being naked outside. Sex with mosquito repellent smells and tastes nasty. My favorite guesthouse is InnLeather. Patrons maybe seniors butt they are there to party any day. You might bring some extra viagra. I had success finding hot men into my personal fetish. Every time in FTL I come home with serious STI though. I know I had a great time.

A month after my exploits with Peter and his friends, I was sitting in my comfiest armchair at home savouring a cup of coffee on a rainy Saturday morning. I had avoided this seat for a couple of days, to give my new biohazard trampstamp tattoo a chance to heal properly. Yes, that weekend in the midlands had done the trick, although of course I couldn’t be totally sure given my many exploits in parks, public toilets and sex clubs since getting back to London. Either way, the fuck flu had taken, I had got tested when that was gone, I was nw happily and proudly poz, and was not planning to start on any meds for a while. With that milestone reached, I seemed to relax a bit and my sex life became less frenetic, to the point that I was enjoying my first Saturday for a while where I didn’t feel like shit, whether from a late night after multiple breedings, too much to drink, or of course the fuck flu. It was actually kind of a relief to be sipping on a strong cup of black coffee, while looking out at the rain and casually pondering what to do with my weekend. The thought of maybe offering my gift to some other chasers had crossed my mind, but I was also aware that I really had become an all-out bottom of late and I kind of didn’t want to go back. As the rain seemed to get stronger, my phone buzzed with a message. Fishing the iPhone out of my pocket, I saw it was an SMS from Peter. I had sent him a message confirming my new status as soon as I had left the clinic, which seemed to make him very happy. Hi there my new little pozboy. Remember I told you about that student who wanted gifting? Well, he’s agreed to get the coach up next weekend, and I wondered if you fancied joining in? Let me know - you can stay at the warehouse again if you want, or at my place. Pete. My stomach gave a lurch. I had done my best to quell thoughts that it might be Justin who was in contact with Peter, and did my best to tell myself that there were probably a few students at the university with gay dads. After all, Justin was straight, wasn’t he? Still, something about it all just seemed to add up to it being him, and now it looked like the time had come. This wasn’t something I was going to stand in the way of if indeed Justin was the one looking to get pozzed, but equally was it something I wanted to be part of? My dick gave me my answer. I almost felt sick, but I could not deny that at least being there to see it happen was something I wanted. Maybe I actually wanted to be the one that gave it to him. My head was a mess, but my dick was growing and starting to take control. I cautiously typed out a reply, sat and looked at it for a few moments, and then clicked to send it. Good thanks. Yes, count me in - thanks. Don’t worry though, I’ll get a hotel. I took a while to let it all sink in, that I might be watching my own son get pozzed, and might even find myself contributing to it. However, if it was Justin then I knew that I could not let on to him that I was there, nor have any of the other guys know who he was to me. That meant I needed a hood or something, and thus a plan was hatched for the day. I would pop down to Kennington to pick up something at the bondage store, and then maybe see if I could get fucked a bit somewhere nearby. My heart was pumping like crazy, and the only solution to that I could think of was to get some cock in me! With those decisions made, I then went online and booked a hotel for the next weekend, and then lit up a cigarette, sat back in my chair and began to think about the day ahead.

I'm currently in a hot but casual relationship with a beautiful young FTM. He's had his breasts removed, and so is gorgeously boyish, but plans to keep his two holes - which I'm very happy about, as its great to have the choice. But I'm becoming increasingly obsessed with the idea of breeding him and making a baby. The idea of making a beautiful boy pregnant is incredibly erotic for me, and having recently broached the subject I find that he's strongly turned on by it too: he loves the idea of living as and looking like a hot young man but being obviously heavily pregnant. So for us, at present, pregnancy isn't a risk but instead is looking increasingly like a goal. Papabearcub's cautionary words are noted though: thanks for them

Count me in too > But would want to fuck you once you have several loads in you. Love a sloppy cum hole and makes me even harder

Hope you have fun as well, I'll be there for part of Pig week (11/29-12/3) and will be super slutty!

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Ev's butt muscles responded to each spurt of Wilhelm's/Will's deathstick spewing AIDS jizz deep within him. "Wilhelm, my hot AIDS stud, I'm all yours! I give myself to you willingly, eagerly and if it's okay with you, lovingly!" "It's more than okay with me. Nearing the end of my time, it's wonderful having a man who loves me and a man I love." Will declared. "How could I not love you? You're sweet, kind, sexy! All that and an ass that's tight, hot and wet!" Smiling wide, Ev said, "Men have always complimented me on my tight ass and it's been a source of pride, but never more than tonight knowing it shall absorb every drop of your super AIDS sperm. This is my destiny. YOU are my destiny!" Will stroked Ev's face, "Your destiny! Fuck you have a way with words! Not to mention having a way with your ass! I think I'm good for one last fuck. Let's rock back and forth, so we're equals." "Good idea!" Ev exclaimed, pulling will close to him. They were chest to chest and he could feel Will's heart beating. Back and forth, back and forth, they rocked. Kissing passionately, they were as one. Ev had never known such bliss. All too soon, Will reached his climax, the most intense and powerful orgasm he'd ever experienced. "I'm spent!" He whisper shouted. Feeling his own rare anal orgasm, Ev announced, "I'm filled! Gently, he rose from Wilhelm's/Will's still rock hard cock. Repositioning himself, he licked that magnificent cock clean, savoring his own ass juices. He fondled those BULL BALLS, now emptied. Basking in the afterglow, he lay at Will's side stroking his face. "I had no idea what to expect, but this was fucking amazing, fucking being the operative word! Thank you, my Wilhelm! From the bottom of my heart to the depths of my hole! Thank you! Thank you! Thank you! I think we both need to get dressed." Hopping off the bed, Ev picked up Will's gown and tied it on him, the front tenting from the chemical induced hardon. Next, he dressed himself. "Ev, I'm the one who should be thanking you!" Will said. "They say you never forget your first! Well, you gave me a memorable last, three to be specific! Please, don't go, I feel like my time is nearly up and I don't want to be alone. In the closet, there's a duffel bag. Bring it to me." Ev did as told. Opening the duffel bag, he retrieved the Wilhelm magazine. "Yes, it makes me seem vain, but if anyone did visit, at least I had proof that I was virile before I was viral." He reached for a pen on the bedside table as he thumbed through the pages. Writing something, he put the magazine back in the duffel bag. I need you to promise not to look at this until you're home. Greg is calling me. Kiss me goodbye." Bending over, Ev gave Will a passionate kiss. "Goodbye my Wilhelm," He said, pulling back. Will closed his eyes and went peacefully. Lack of blood flow caused his magnificent cock to soften. Picking up the duffel bag, he walked back to the front desk. "Lenny, he's gone and he went peacefully. The trip home took ten minutes. Once inside, he opened the duffel bag. He found the magazine opened to that page where Will had written, "To my dearest Ev, ALL that I have is yours. With all my love, your Wilhelm." The end

Part 5 (Programming note: I’m switching the POV to first person and will write the next section or two in the first person from Adam’s point of view. Hope that isn't confusing.) Josh kept playing with my hole while we made out in the back of Matt’s van. Every so often, he would tap the end of the huge butt plug that was stretching my ass open like never before. Every time I would moan deeply. My brain was kind of scrambled by the drugs and the intense lust I was feeling. The plug felt good but I wanted more cock. My brain was consumed by the desire to get fucked again and again. After a while, we stopped and the side door of the van opened. Josh gave the butt plug in my cunt one last thumping and we rearranged what little clothing we were wearing so we could get out. Matt and Ben grinned at us and Matt said “you ready faggot?” I got out of the van and we were in a small parking lot behind a four story brick building in a part of town I did not know. Matt didn’t wait for me to respond, he just grabbed my arm and pulled me to my feet and out of the van. I was pretty unsteady on my feet from all of the drugs, so he held onto me so I didn’t lose my balance. I grabbed him around the waist and looked up into his face, which was grinning down at me. “Come on buddy boy. We’re gonna have some fun with you tonight!” The others just laughed and Josh jumped out of the van, holding onto Ben, reaching up to give him a quick kiss. I realized that I needed more pressure on my ass, so I started to reach into my shorts to touch the butt plug which was still deeply lodged in my hole. Matt saw what I was about to do and swatted my hand away.” “Bad faggot. Don’t touch the plug. Leave your pussy filled up. You’ll thank me later.” We walked to the nondescript door, Matt pressed a button and the door buzzed open. We all filed inside and we entered a small lobby with a window. Matt walked up and started conversing with the guy in the office, laughing and making jokes I couldn’t hear. The man in the back was handsome, in his 20s with a scruffy beard, hairy chest and no shirt on. He took Matt’s credit card and handed him back four keys, that I later found out were for our room and several lockers. Matt grabbed me and steered me toward the next door, which also buzzed open, and we entered the club. Loud house music was playing and we quickly found the large sling room that Matt had rented. I was still confused about what was going on, the drugs and my overwhelming need for cock meant I couldn’t really focus on much except my hole. I kept trying to touch the plug in my ass but one of the others would swat my hand away. We arrived at a door that said 101 on it, and was right across from a large shower area, sauna, steam room and hot tub. Matt opened the door and we all went inside. The guys quickly undressed me and I instinctively reached around again to play with the buttplug in my ass. This time Josh slapped my hand away and grinned. “Christ, faggot. Wait.” He grabbed my clothes and he and Ben briefly disappeared. When they came back a moment or two later, they both had towels wrapped around their waists, and Josh handed me a key. They all put their phones and, I later found out, my phone in a small locker in the room that Matt locked with his key. “That’s your locker key, faggot. But you won’t need it until you leave. Which won’t be for hours.” He reached over and put the elastic band around my upper arm, and pushed me back onto the bed. When I hit the mattress, the buttplug rubbed my prostate and made me moan, which elicited laughter from them. The room was dimly lit with a large flat screen TV playing bareback pro on one wall and a sling in the middle. I had heard of slings before but had never seen one, let alone gotten fucked in one. That was about to change. Josh said “Hey Matt, is Kevin gonna join us for some fun with the boy on his break? Might as well invite the staff to use our cumdump." They all laughed, and Matt said that Kevin (who I assumed was the hot man behind the window at the entrance) would be joining us later when his shift was over. “He’s also got some good shit for us.” Matt grinned and held up a small zippered pouch. “Gotta replenish our supplies.” He quickly held up four more loaded syringes and handed one to Josh and one to Ben. Then Matt pulled me up and pushed me toward the sling. I looked at him, confused, not understanding what I was supposed to do. He just laughed and said “lean back and I’ll help you up there.” I leaned back in the sling, he helped me into the leather seat and quickly secured my legs in the stirrups. I heard a sound and realized that Josh and Ben had both done their slams, the arm bands clicked off and both of them started to cough. Matt grinned at Josh and Ben who were making out on the bed, lost in each other, then he tied both of our arms off and inserted the needle into my arm. “Don’t move. OK?” I nodded and my heart started to race in anticipation of what was about to happen. He pulled back and got a register of blood on mine and then on his. He pushed the plunger down on his rig, then mine and reached over the release the band on my arm and then his, and when he put his arm in the air, I followed. My brain went into overdrive as the strong slam hit me hard. I started to cough and could feel my ass muscles pulling the buttplug in as far as it could possibly go. Matt leaned over and started to kiss me hard on the mouth. “Can’t wait to fuck you up some more and watch the rest of the guys in here use your pussy. You want that, Adam?” I grinned like a lunatic, nodded and said “I want it so bad, Matt. Please. Put your cock inside me.” Matt laughed and said “soon, boy. Don’t worry your hole is going to be dripping cum.” He reached over to the small pouch and pulled out a pill bottle, handing yellow pills to both Ben and Josh and took one himself. He popped the pill in his mouth and took a swig of water from a bottle on the table, handing the bottle to the others. They both laughed and swallowed the pill, stroking their cocks so they got hard. “Take that boner pill, guys. Let’s get this pig some loads. What do you say?” With that, Matt opened the door so people in the hallway could see my big hairy ass in the sling. The sling faced the doorway, so if you were in it, everyone could see when they walked by. I kept reaching down to push the plug further into my ass with my right hand, absently playing with my nipples with the left. Ben and Josh were making out on the bed, while Matt watched both of them and me, slowly stroking his huge, uncut cock. After a few minutes of relaxing and getting into our slams, I noticed a couple of men skittishly walking past the door. Then a man barely covering his crotch with the tiny bathhouse towel looked in and grinned. He was a tall muscular man, covered in dark hair with a buzz cut and a trim beard. I wanted him inside me more than anything I’d ever wanted before. “You boys got this faggot fucked up.” He could see a tiny drop of blood in the crook of my arm. “Playing darts? Naughty, naughty.” Matt laughed and said “You’re just mad because you didn’t get to watch me slam him into the stratosphere.” He laughed and said “you’re right about that. How many loads are in his cunt now?” “I dunno, seven or eight. Our dad fucked him earlier at our apartment.” “Wait. What? Your Dad? FUUUUUUCK that’s hot.” Matt laughed and said “we get that a lot. That’s my brother Josh over there and his boyfriend Ben.” Josh looked up from sucking Ben’s cock with lust in his eyes. “Hey man, you’re fucking hot. Take off that damn towel. Wanna see your cock.” The guy walked into the room and removed the towel to show off a very thick, uncut cock that was held in place by a thick metal ball stretcher and had a thick ring going through the head of his cock. Josh whistled and said “that’s gonna look good buried in his fagdump. You wanna be his first bathhouse load? He’s never been here before. We thought we should show him an extra good time.” The guy laughed and said “sure, that sounds like a good plan. If we’re lucky I got 3-4 loads in me. I’m Pete.” Matt stood up and grabbed Pete by the neck and kissed him deeply. “Nice to meet ya, I’m Matt and the pig is….well, he’s a fag. Basically just a hole. You can call him faggot or cunt.” For some reason, the way they were talking about me like I wasn’t in the room really turned me on, but my cock was shriveled up to nothing. If I wasn’t high I would be rock hard, but I was spun out of my head, and only wanted Pete’s dick (and every dick on the earth) inside me. I moaned and said “come on, man, stick your cock in my hole. I need more!” Matt laughed and said “see? He’s just a fucking fag hole. Go ahead and fuck him. Be sure to give him your load if you wanna shoot. All loads in his cunt.” Pete smiled and said “deal.” He walked over to the sling and touched the plug in my hole which made me moan loudly. “Damn this fag sure is noisy. Why don’t one of you plug his mouth cunt while I unplug his ass.” Matt stood up and slapped my face hard a couple times before he put his thick, floppy surfer dude cock in my mouth. I was in heaven. It quickly got fully hard but his foreskin still had some ass juice, jizz and piss under it which I greedily slurped. Suddenly, Pete grabbed the plug in my ass and yanked it out, dropping it on the table next to the sling. I gasped at the sudden emptiness in my ass and started to moan again, which caused Pete to slap my face this time. “Shut the fuck up, faggot. You want this cock?” “Yes sir! Please sir! Please breed my pussy!” All four of them laughed and Pete said “good little fagdump.” He spit in his hand, and lubed up his fat cock and quickly sank the entire length of it into my asshole. I moaned loudly as he buried his cock inside me. Ben and Josh were watching Matt and Pete use my holes, playing with each other’s cocks while three other men were standing in the doorway touching their cocks under their towels. I sure hoped they were going to wait their turns and use my holes.

PART II Adam walked into the house behind Matt and entered a slightly messy living room with two guys sitting on chairs playing a video game. They both looked up and laughed. “Fuck Matty, another fag? Is there ever a day when you’re NOT picking up some hot piece of ass on the beach?” All three of them laughed and Adam blushed. The guy thought he was hot. “I can’t help it, Ben, they just can’t resist my good looks and big fat cock. You know how fags are.” Ben laughed and the other guy chimed in “well, we’re both off work today, do we get to use this one, too? Or is his cunt reserved?” Matty looked at Adam and said “you’re gonna service my buddies. I’ll get you even more fucked up.\” Adam just stood there in the middle of the living room, completely naked. He felt like his cock SHOULD be hard, but it just wasn’t cooperating. He couldn’t stop himself from touching it, though, and also from idly playing with his nipples. “Yeah. Sure. I’d love to. I’ve never been this horny before.” Ben laughed and said “oh we’ve already gotten the little bitch high, have we? Sounds like you have a whole day of fun planned. Now I’m REALLY happy Josh and I are both off today.” Adam couldn’t believe all of this was happening to him. He was insanely attracted to all three of them. Josh and Ben were both in their early 20s like Matt, Ben was tall and lean, with a dark mop of curly hair, but didn’t have much hair on his body. Josh was shorter, like Adam, and bore a strong resemblance to Matt, sharing the blonde hair all over his body. Adam hesitated before asking “are you guys related?” Josh stood up and walked over to Matt. He put his arm around Matt’s waist and leaned up to kiss him. “We sure are. One gay brother, one bi brother. We’ve been messing around since we were kids. Matt got the height and a nice cock, I’m short as fuck, but I have a huge ass and an even bigger cock. You wanna see?” Josh stuck his hand down his shorts, played with his cock and gave Adam a wicked grin. “Um. FUCK yeah. I DO! I really want you all to fuck me.” Adam stopped himself, not believing that he had actually said the words out loud. He blushed again. All three of the other guys laughed and Ben went over to close the curtains. Didn’t need to put on a show for the whole neighborhood. Josh pulled his shorts down and walked over to Adam revealing a sexy yellow jockstrap that was heavily filled out with cock. “Come on, dude. Let’s get this fucking show on the road.” Ben paused the video game and turned the TV to some bareback porn. Josh sat back down in the chair, pulling Adam behind him. “You want my cock, fag? Come on. Let’s give it to you.” And with that, Josh pulled the pouch of his jockstrap aside and his huge cock fell out. It looked even bigger because the man it was attached to was only 5’6” tall. Adam’s eyes, pupils already dilated from the T, got even bigger and he immediately fell to his knees. “Can I suck your dick? Please?” Josh laughed and looked up at Matt. “Bro, where did you find this one? He’s cute as fuck and hungry!” Matt laughed, pulling his pipe and some other items out of the zippered pouch he brought in from the van. “I know right? They’re always staring at me when I change out of my wet suit at the beach. Sometimes you just gotta fuck em?” We can play video games anytime. How often can we gang bang a hot little piece of ass?” Josh looked down at Adam and slapped the boy lightly across the face. “What the fuck are you waiting for, fag? Suck my fucking cock.” Adam grinned and immediately impaled his mouth of Josh’s huge uncut cock. Adam was glad he’d had practice from Matt’s cock so his mouth was opened up, the drugs were also helping, but Adam just wanted cock. His entire brain was focused on it. Ben stood up, shucking his clothes and walked over to where Adam was sucking his boyfriend’s cock, slowing stroking his dick. Adam sucked Josh’s cock for a couple minutes completely lost in pleasuring the cock that was giving him so much deep pleasure. Eventually Ben grabbed Adam’s head, pulling him off Josh’s cock with a little moan from Adam and shoved his own 9” fat, cut cock all the way down Adam’s throat. He let the fag get used to his cock, and then started fucking his face hard with little mercy. Josh was making out with Ben, playing with his tits while Matt was busy prepping points for all four of them. He planned on using Adam for a couple of days. “Lighten up, Ben, we’ve got all day and I plan on getting us all FUCKED UP.” Ben laughed and pulled Adam off his cock, telling him “don’t worry fag, you’ll get more of that later. But first, let’s blast off.” He grabbed two of the points from Matt and pulled Adam over to the sofa. He quickly tied Adam’s arm off and told him to hold still. “You don’t want to move or you’ll hurt yourself.” He found a vein quickly and dispatched the liquid into Adam’s arm, pulled off the tourniquet quickly and watching Adam’s head explode. Adam began to cough and started grabbing at his tits and cock (which had shriveled and grown smaller) while he watched the other guys slam their T. Ben quickly did himself, while Matt did himself and then Josh. All three of them started to cough and Ben quickly grabbed Adam’s head, pulling him in to a deep kiss. “Get the fuck down the hall on our bed, faggot. Last door on the right.” He slapped Adam’s cheek hard and then his ass, sending the boy scurrying down the hallway, with all three boys following closely. When they got to the end of the hall, Adam was on the bed, with his ass high in the air, plug still in place. “Please, somebody fuck me! I need cock in my hole!” Matt shoved Josh onto the bed and fell on top of him, making out as they’d been doing for 10 years. Ben grabbed the buttplug out of Adam’s ass and quickly pulled it out, eliciting a moan from the fag. His hole was nicely open, gaping slightly. Ben stuck two of his fingers inside, again making him moan loudly and start begging for Ben’s cock. “You are one hungry little bitch, aren’t you?” All four of them laughed and Adam said “you have no idea. I’ve never been this hungry before. I wonder how many loads I can take? Should we find out?” The guys all laughed again and Ben slid his dick all the way into Adam’s hole with one shove, making the fag moan deeply for a long time. Matt rolled his brother onto his back and Josh grabbed his knees and rolled onto his back, pulling his ass cheeks apart. “Come on, big brother. Give me that fat fucking cock. You know how much I love it.” Matt laughed again, spit in his palm and quickly slid his dick into his brother’s hole. Once he bottomed out, he could tell that it was already loaded up. Matt smirked at Josh and said “Damn, you fucking filthy whore. Who’s load is that, baby brother?” Josh smiled while his eyes rolled into the back of his head and he moaned as his brother hit his prostate. “There’s three. One of them is Ben’s and the others are two randos we met on Grindr earlier. I was horny and feeling slutty,” he said. Matt smiled and said “so it was a day that ended in Y. You’re always a horny little slut.” Josh laughed and moaned loudly again as Matt’s fat cock pummeled his hole. He loved his boyfriend, but secretly he loved his brother’s cock even more. Josh leaned over and started making out with Adam, both short furry pigs getting their cunts nailed, while Matt and Ben started kissing each other while pounding the two fag bottoms. It was going to be a long afternoon.

Part 6 I walked down the block, leaving my car in the fenced parking lot. It was a rainy night, but even this much rain couldn’t wash away the grime in this neighborhood. I huddled into my jacket, uncertain if I was going the right direction. My feet were already soaked with the cold rain. Just go home. I stopped at the end of a long stretch of fences. This was it. The small building standing alone. The open door was spitting out blue, pink and purple light. There weren’t any lit signs, but Grant had told me there would’t be. I saw a couple people go inside. They didn’t look nervous, just walked right in. And I was a little relieved that I couldn’t see their faces. No one would seè me going in. Not that I expected to know friends from school or my family to be around here. I went in. Grant was standing to the side of a small counter. “Hello, pig boy. You made it this time.” He’d been calling me ‘pig boy’ on the phone for the past two weeks. “Yeah,” I said, feeling embarrassed. I was supposed to come last weekend, but had talked myself out of it and gave Grant some lame excuses the next morning. “Don’t disappoint me again or we’re done here,” he’d told me. I knew tonight was make or break. Grant looked at the attendant standing next to him at the counter. “I’ve got him covered.” “Sure, boss.” Grant lead me through a doorway covered in black plastic fringe. It was like walk-in through a magic mirror. Inside was an open space with bands of colored light that created a patchwork of brightly lit and darkly shadowed spaces. But what blew me away was the small crowd of naked men milling around. Grant steered me to the right, into a locker room. He opened a locker and had me put everything into it before he locked it up. I was left wearing the blue jockstrap he’d told me to buy, and my favorite blue sneakers. “You’re even hotter in the light,” he said admiringly, running one rough hand across my smooth chest. I felt an odd mix of embarrassment and elation. I wasn’t used to guys admiring me like this. Sure I’d been told I looked good, but Grant said it in. a different way that made me feel really sexy. I felt more at ease standing here mostly naked. A cute ginger came around the corner of a row of lockers. He was wearing a red jockstrap and red sneakers. He was probably around my age, fresh faced with a big grin, but stockier than me. His skin was pale, but he had muscles like a young football player. He wasn’t as defined as me, but. He looked like a powerhouse. “Hey, Grant.” “Hello, Wil.” He introduced us. “Follow Wil onto the floor. He knows the lay of the land here. I gotta check on the sound system — it doesn’t sound right.” “Sure.” Grant was gone, and I suddenly felt uncertain what to do. Wil was standing there with a big grin on his face, hands casually on his hips in a power stance. He looked really hot, and it was good to finally have someone my age around for ….. well, whatever this was gonna become. No one at the bookstore had been my age, and I expected the same here at the club. But here was Wil, which was making me feel less anxious. “So this is your first time here?” He asked in a friendly tone. I nodded. “Grant bring you in?” I nodded again. Why am I so nervous? I must seem like a standoffish dick. “How long you been coming here?” I asked. “Hmmmmm.. About eight months. I started going to nursing school here, and found out about this place through a guy I dated.” I learned that Wil was just a year older than me, and had moved here from Boston. We got talking about school for awhile, and I felt myself relaxing. Wil was really normal and friendly. He was an EMT at school, and we chatted about sports games. I told him about playing soccer, and we traded stories about cute guys we had crushes on at school. “I saw you’re part of the jockstrap contingent, too.” I wasn’t sure what he meant. “You’re wearing a jockstrap. That’s a signal that you’re a bottom. Let’s the other guys know.” “Oh.” The implications of that started to settle in, and I was having mixed feelings. At first I felt kinda panicked. Am I a bottom? Did anyone I know see me? What would they tell others? “Are you into older?” “I dunno. I dated guys at school. But…” “I hear ya. I thought I was supposed to meet someone at school, fall in love, and get married. Then I found out I like daddies. And they like me. And the sex is sooooo much better!! They know what they’re doing, and they appreciate a young ass.” He looked at me sitting there. “You’re smoking hot. They’ll be all over you tonight.” I didn’t know what to say. Grant kept telling me I was hot. The guys in the bookstore had each said it. Am I? “You’re cool with poz?” I asked him. “Very. Things are different now than they were.” I nodded. “If you’re here with Grant, I’m guessing he’s already bred you.” I half nodded and smiled, kinda surprised at my own reaction. “A couple weeks ago.” “His dick is amazing. I don’t know how he does it, but he knows exactly what you need, and how to give it to you.” I nodded again. “Yeah he does.” “I’m getting horny,” he said. “Let’s do a lap in our jockstraps, then we can pick a spot to start. It pays to advertise.” Wil lead me around the main floor. There was a set of bathroom stalls and a shower area. The eerie greenish lighting was an alcove with three slings that seemed to just float in the air. I’d never seen a sling, only heard guys joke about them. The heavy chains suspended them in the air were nearly black. ‘What do you think?” “Kinda intimidating,” I admitted. I was glad they were empty; I don’t think I could handle more than that right now. “At first. It took me a couple visits before I tried them out. But they’re amazing. Now its my favorite spot to finish the night.” He looked back into the main room. “One more thing to show you before we go up. He led me over to a wide doorway covered in more of the plastic fringe. He stepped through; I followed. I expected more colored lights, but was met with darkness. I stood there trying to let my eyes adjust, and reached out to where I thought Wil might be, but only caught air. “Welcome to the maze.” After a moment I started to see shapes. The space was narrow and seemed to wind in a couple different directions. There were a bunch of thin walls at different angles. Wil walked me through, and I saw the walls had cutouts in them. “This can be a fun spot when you just want cock.” There were a few black lights overhead, and I noticed my jockstrap glowing in the light. “Ready to see upstairs?” “Sure.” He lead me out of the maze and up the stairs near the slings. It was a loft space with a few big, black plastic mattresses and mirrors on most of the walls to the right. On the left were padded benches that I couldn’t quite figure out — you couldn’t really sit on them. There was also a wooden table against the mirrored wall in the back corner. There were a couple guys up here, but they seemed to be standing around. One was younger like Wil and I, wearing a gold jockstrap. I said hi, but he didn’t seem interested in talking to us. “That’s Justin. He’s only friendly if you’re fucking him.” Wil lead me back down the stairs. “This place gets pretty busy on weekends. Guys come and go pretty fast, though. At least the tops do. Have to get back to their wives.” We were walking past the slings when we came across Grant. “Looks like the lil’ piggies are bonding,” he grinned and put a hand on each of our asses. “I like seeing you two together.” It hadn’t occurred to me until now that he had probably done to Wil what he did to me in the bookstore. That made my cock twitch. “Let’s go see Buzz.” Buzz was the bartender at a tiny station tucked in the front corner — I hadn’t even noticed it earlier. Grant ordered two drinks for us “to take the edge off.” He looked at me. We hung out watching the crowd start to roll in. There had to be about 40 guys in the club now, mostly naked or in a jockstrap. “Not a lot of jockstraps tonight,” Grant said. “You boys could have a really good night ahead of you.” “Hopefully you’ll be taking care of both of us later,” Wil said. I was impressed by how bold Wil was. I didn’t think I could be that way. Grant pulled us both against his body, one on either side of him; he moved his hands lower and used a finger to probe each of our young holes. I didn’t realize how much I wanted my hole touched until that moment. I groaned, and nuzzled closer to him as jolts of pleasure zipped through my body. Wil made a similar sound; I looked at him, our eyes meeting each others, and I felt a new bond between us. “Good little pig boys,”Grant said, his finger gently massaging the tight muscles around my hole. “You’re both gonna get a lot of dick tonight. But you don’t get mine until you each have a load inside you. You want it that way, don’t you, pig boys?” “Fuck yeah,” Wil responded. “Good little pig boy.” Grant looked me in the eye. “And you?” He slapped my ass. Another load in me? I shouldn’t be doing that here. There was a lot of risk.But my hole was saying something different, and Grant massaging my prostrate unleashed something in me. I nodded to him. “Yeah” “Good, boy. I have a special plan for you later, too. A little initiation rite.” He looked down at both of us nuzzled against his body. “You two go and collect some loads. I’ll find you when you’ve each got a few in you.” He looked directly at Wil. “Go see Buzz. He’s got a couple drinks for you two.” Wil and I stood there together, still feeling the horniness that Grant’s fingers had unleashed. Wil grinned at me. “We have work to do!” Wil suggested we start in the maze. I needed to hit the bathroom first, and he said to find him. I had to wait about 10 minutes because there were only two urinals, but it gave me a chance to check out the guys. I was surprised there were so many guys in their 20s and 30s. I still thought Wil and I were among the youngest, but it was a different crowd than the bookstore. There were some older guys, a mix of athletic and bear builds. But I found it all very hot and sexy. All these men walking around naked, comfortable with their bodies. I missed the looks I was getting from a lot of the guys, still feeling overwhelmed by the whole scene. The guy ahead of me was much taller than me, probably 6’2”, with an athletic build, a light coating of hair across his pecs and abs. He smiled at me a couple times, and finally introduced himself just before we got to the urinals. “David,” he said. I introduced myself, but suddenly felt very shy. “He gave my ass a tweak as he finished and started to walk away. “I’ll be looking for you,” he said. I found the maze again, feeling worried that Wil may be pissed I took so long. I had to let my eyes adjust again. This space was darker than the bookstore, and the walls were all painted black. I slowly started making my way around. There were guys back here now, quite a few of them. There were steps along the sides of the room to elevated platforms, and interlocking cubicles down below. I wondered if maybe Wil had gotten tired of waiting for me and left, but then saw him — his pale skin and red jockstrap standing out. He was in a middle cubicle, bent over, with his ass against one wall and hands against the other in front of him. I saw guys in the cubicles on either side of him. I left the higher platform and walked over toward him. The cubicles were built so you walked into them from alternating sides of the row, never able to see who was in the adjacent cubicle. That struck me as really hot. Wil was moaning, cocks stuffed in his ass and mouth. It was hot to watch and my dick got really hard really fast. Wil reached over and put a hand on my abs to say hello without ever leaving either cock. The thumping of body against wood sounded hot. And it was getting faster; Wil started getting louder too, despite the dick in his mouth. “Mhhhffff! Mfffff! MMMFFFFF!” The wall behind him was rattling with the banging, and then suddenly stopped as an anonymous groan emerged from the other side. A hand came through the opening behind Wil and slapped his ass. Wil stood up, a massive grin on his face, and he was breathing hard. “That was hot,” he breathed. He put both hands on my shoulders as he steadied himself, looking like maybe he was lightheaded. Then he kissed me. He kissed me with a long, deep kiss that made my heart start to pound. A couple guys scuttled through the narrow hallway as we kissed, having to brush against Wil’s exposed backside to get by. When we finally broke the kiss he said, “You’re next.” He ushered me into the cubicle he’d vacated. He rubbed some lube into my hole, seeming to enjoy himself as he teased my hole with his fingers. He stuck his tongue in there and. I groaned softly as he opened me up. “I thought you were a bottom,” I said. “You’re inspiring me,” he said. “Fuck you are gorgeous.” He stood up and rubbed my back as I. just stood there, half bent over, with my ass hanging in the air in front of the opening in the wall. “I don’t think there’s anyone there.” “Be patient. There will be,” he assured me. I looked through the cutout in front of me and saw someone standing there, stroking his cock. Was it the same guy Wil had blown? “Take a good hit of poppers“ Wil instructed me, putting a bottle under my nose. I felt the rush of desire flooding me, Wil still massaging my hole with his fingers, when the cock in front of me came through the cutout. I didn’t hesitate, going down on it. It felt so smooth in my mouth, with a long shaft. I rested my weight on my hands against the wall and rocked back and forth a little, letting Wil’s fingers deeper in.. Suddenly his fingers were gone, and I felt him rubbing my back. I could see his sneakers on the floor standing beside me. “Here it comes,” he said excitedly. I felt a hard pressure against my hole and gasped. I had no idea who, but someone was pushing their cock through the cutout behind me. “Push your ass back onto his cock. Let him inside you,” Wil whispered into my ear. The cock behind me popped right through my sphincter and slide deep inside. “Ahhhhhhh,” I sighed as he impaled me. Wil’s finger and tongue massage had loosened up my ass, and whoever was behind me had an easy time opening me fully. Was it one of the guys who had brushed past us a few minutes ago? He. Didn’t waste any time getting into a full fuck, his dick driving deep. Any other time I’d been fucked, they’d had their hands on my body while they did it. This time, no one was touching me because the walls blocked us — all I could feel was each each buried in either end of me. “How’s it feel?” Wil whispered in my ear. I lifted my head, “Fucking amazing!!” Then went back to sucking one cock while another fucked me. The guy behind me was pounding away, and I felt the vibration of the wall as he thumped hard, pushing deep into my hungry hole. His hardness filled me, and I felt him quite as he left his cock in me, just letting it rest there for a moment. What was he doing? The guy in front of me was still fucking my face when the other guy slipped out of my hole and patted my ass. Wil’s fingers rubbed my hole next. “Congrats on your firs load of the night.” I stood up, stretching my leg muscles, breathing hard from the exertion. Wil came close, putting his face next to time and kissed me again. “Now turn around and offer your hot ass to the other guy. Let’s see what he does.” Without thinking I turned around, Wil still standing so close. I could feel the heat of his body. I offered my ass toward the cutout I’d been sucking cock through. What the fuck am I doing? But the logical voice in my head was overwhelmed by desire. I’d never felt this horny before. What was happening to me? My thoughts were shattered by the feeling of hard pressure against my waiting hole. That long, slender, smooth cock I’d been sucking was now sliding inside my ass. Without the cock in my mouth I just started moaning. This fuck was longer and deeper than the first. I started to pull off the cock, but Wil stopped me. “Take it. Just let him fuck you. That’s it. Give him your ass. He won’t last long in there.” I was moaning, probably louder than I realized. I was braced against the wall, a mix of pain and pleasure as that long cock effortlessly fucked me deep. As Wil predicted, it wasn’t long before I felt him shoot a hot load up inside my gut. He pulled out quickly and patted my ass. “That was hot,” Wil said, nuzzling against me as he helped me stand. up. “You’re so fucking hot to watch get used.” My head was honestly spinning. I had a cute guy being sweet to me, which seemed weird in this place, and had just been fucked by two guys through cutouts in a wall without ever seeing them. I shouldn’t be good with this. This isn’t who I’m supposed to be. Is it? “It was hot seeing you in there, too,” I admitted softly. “Good. Because we’re just getting started.”

Part 9 - The most unlikely guys cheat As I've said before, I've often been surprised by the number of guys who will cheat on their boyfriends and partners and even more so by how many of them fuck bareback when they are cheating. I don't quite know why I find this such a turn on but some of the horniest experiences I've had are with guys that I honestly thought would never cheat on their partners. As always in these stories, I have changed some of the names to protect the (not so) innocent. It was 2005 and I was on my way into central London to meet a friend who was down from Scotland on a two day business course. I had known Callum for about ten years when he had first got together with his partner, who I had been friends with for a number of years. Callum had just turned 30, but somehow always managed to look at least ten years younger. He was slim but quite muscly, with blond floppy hair and a very attractive arse, which I couldn't help noticing always filled out his trousers very well. I was a bit early so I decided to drop into a bar in central London which at that time had a very active darkroom. The bar was quite often busy with an after work crowd, although the darkroom could be hit and miss but it was near the restaurant where I was meeting Callum and I was feeling horny so I decided to check it out. The downstairs bar was quite busy but the darkroom was not so I sat at the bar for a while and enjoyed my drink and then I took another trip into the darkroom. It was a lot busier now, mostly with guys wanking and sucking and soon I was being sucked off by a fit young Asian lad. I enjoyed the blowjob very much and after a while he motioned to me to turn round. I pushed my pants and trousers down to my ankles and pushed my arse out as the Asian lad pulled my cheeks apart and pushed his tongue up my arse. He rimmed me for a while and then turned me back round and took my cock back into his mouth. The darkroom had cleared a bit now and I had an uninterrupted view of three guys who were standing together in a corner wanking each other. As I watched, one of the guys got down and started sucking the other two. As he turned his head to suck the second guy I realised it was Callum. I was really surprised - both Callum and his partner had always said they were completely monogamous and I had never had any reason to think that either of them might be cheating. They seemed really happy and well suited and were planning their civil partnership the following year. I was really turned on watching Callum suck off two strangers in a dark room and I could see that one of the guys was getting close and then I heard him groan loudly and knew he was unloading in Callum's mouth. When he finished shooting his load, he pulled out of Callum's mouth and left the darkroom as Callum went back down on the other guy. I could now see that the guy Callum was sucking had a really nice big thick cock and I noticed that Callum had his cock out and was wanking as he sucked on it. It was all very horny but it was just about to get even hornier as Callum stood up. They kissed for a while and then the guy said something to Callum who nodded. Callum turned round and leant against the back wall of the darkroom and soon the other guy had pulled Callum's cheeks apart and was licking his arse. He rimmed Callum for a while and then stood up and started rubbing his cock over Callum's hole. Callum reached into his pocket and handed something to the guy. I assumed it was a condom and I was really turned on by the fact that Callum was going to let the guy fuck him. I then realised that it wasn't a condom - Callum had handed the guy a little pack of lube. I watched as the guy fingered some lube into Callum's hole and then rubbed some on the end of his cock. He then positioned himself behind Callum and began to push his bare cock slowly right up Callum's arse. Callum bent forward, his trousers and his white Calvin Klein pants down at his ankles and I could hear him giving little moans as the guy began to fuck him. I was still being sucked off and I was close to cumming now as I watched the guy begin to fuck Callum harder. I could hear Callum groaning now as the guy took hold of his hips and began to fuck him really hard. I was very close now and as the guy fucking Callum groaned and pushed his cock right up Callum and held it there I knew he was loading up Callum's unprotected arse and I shot my load into the young Asian lad's mouth. I wanted to get out the darkroom before Callum saw me so I pulled out the Asian lad's mouth and stuffed my cock back into my pants. As I did so, the guy pulled his cock out of Callum's arse and I saw some cum slide out Callum's hole. A short time later we were enjoying a very nice meal in an Italian restaurant and Callum was chatting happily about his partner and their plans for their civil partnership. I was really turned on by the fact that Callum had no idea I knew what he had been up to and I couldn't help wondering if his bareback fuck in the darkroom was a one off or if he made a habit of it. I met Luke at a friend's birthday lunch a couple of years after I had split with my partner and got on really well with him. He was a good looking, dark haired Irish guy in his late 20s and he had come over to London with one of his straight friends to work for six months. We got on so well that a couple of hours later we were on the way to the small bedsit he shared with his friend. He told me the friend had gone back to Ireland for the weekend to visit his girlfriend and daughter so we had the place to ourselves. The flat was very small, with two single beds, a kitchen area and a small toilet. "Sorry it's not very tidy," Luke said with a grin. I looked around and grinned back - that was something of an understatement. Actually Luke's half of the room was slightly tidier, but that wasn't saying much. I didn't care and soon our trousers and pants were off and we were kissing, sucking and rimming each other. Luke was quite hairy, with a long, thick cock and a really hairy arsehole. We sucked and rimmed each other for a bit longer and then Luke asked me to fuck him. He had already told me he didn't like condoms and I was really up for barebacking his fit hairy arse. He grinned and told me that it turned him on to fuck on his mate's bed and knelt up on the other bed, his arse in the air as he pushed a pile of clothes on to the floor. I pushed my cock up Luke's arse and he grunted as I began to fuck him. His hole was quite tight and I enjoyed every minute of fucking him. Luke was giving little grunts as I fucked him and soon he was urging me on, telling me to fuck him harder and telling me how good my bare cock felt up his arse. I fucked him harder and before much longer I could feel myself starting to cum. "Oh fuck....fuck yeah!" he moaned as I pumped what felt like a big load of cum into his arse. We laid back on the bed and rested for a while and then I went down on Luke's cock and soon he was fully hard again. It was my turn now and I knelt up on the bed and Luke pushed his tongue up my arse. Soon he was rubbing the head of his cock over my hole and then his cock was up my arse. He was a brilliant fuck - I hadn't been fucked that well for a long time. He fucked me hard and fast and shot a big load of cum into me before pulling out and then he moved round and pushed his cock into my mouth. It was one of the horniest experiences I had had in a long time and Luke and I arranged to meet up the following weekend. We spent most of the weekend together and had a very horny time - fucking each other repeatedly over the course of the weekend. After that we started seeing each other regularly. Luke made no secret of the fact that he was continuing to fuck with other guys and I was fine with that. One Saturday afternoon we were having lunch in a pizza restaurant in west London and Luke leaned forward to me, a mischievous look in his eye. He said "Do you see that couple sitting at the table by the window?" I nodded - two good looking guys in their late 20s were sitting in one of the tables by the window, a small dark haired guy and a taller blond guy. Luke grinned again and said in a low voice "I fucked the blond guy a couple of weeks ago!" I asked if he had fucked the guy bareback and he grinned and said "Oh yes, he went home to his boyfriend with his arse well loaded." I looked at the guy , who was chatting with his partner as they enjoyed their food. Luke told me then that he loved fucking guys who were cheating on their partners and told me about some of the other cheating guys he had fucked - including one guy he had fucked bareback in the toilet of an Indian restaurant in Dublin while his unsuspecting partner was sitting at the table. A couple of weeks later, one of Luke's friends was over in London for a couple of days and we arranged to meet him for lunch. Luke told me Colin and his partner were supposed to be completely monogamous but hinted that Colin was a bit less so when he had had a few drinks. Colin was a nice guy, quite good looking, tall and very thin. We had lunch and then a few drinks and I notice that Colin had quite a lot to drink. Luke suggested that we go back to my place for some more drinks and soon we were back at mine. Colin was good company and soon he was asking about me and Luke. Luke asked him if he was up for some fun with us and Colin shook his head. "Better not." he said. A little later, Colin got up and went to the toilet. Luke pulled me towards him and began to kiss me and by the time Colin came back I was sucking Luke's cock. Luke had told me that Colin liked to watch and if he had had enough to drink he would probably join in. Colin grinned and sat back down, watching as I sucked Luke and then I stood up to let Luke suck me. Colin seemed to be enjoying watching us but did not make any attempt to join in as I turned Luke round and bent him over the settee. I pulled his cheeks apart and began to lick his arse. I could see out of the corner of my eye that Colin's pants and trousers were now down and he was playing with his cock as he watched me rimming Luke. "Do you want to see him fuck me?" said Luke and Colin said "Fuck yeah!" I fingered some lube into Luke's arse and then pushed my cock up his arse and began to fuck. Colin moved closer and watched as my cock thrust up Luke's arse. "Do you guys not use condoms?" he asked. "No, as you can see, we don't" said Luke with a grin. "Fuck, that's horny" said Colin as he sunk another drink and then moved in next to me. I took hold of his cock and he didn't resist as I began to wank him as I continued to fuck Luke. After a while I pulled out of Luke's arse and indicated to Colin to take over. Colin shook his head but did not resist as I pulled his cock towards Luke's arse. He groaned as his cock went into Luke's arse and then he began to fuck him. My hand was on Colin's arse as he fucked Luke and soon my finger found his arsehole and I pushed my finger up him. He groaned again and began to fuck Luke harder and before long he threw his head back and moaned "Fuck......fuck....FUCK! as he shot his load up Luke's arse. When he had pulled out Luke's arse, Colin mopped his brow with his T shirt and sat down, pouring himself another drink. We were all a bit out of breath now and ready for a break. We had some pizza and then the talk turned to sex again. I could see Colin was getting hard again and after he had another drink he suddenly said "I need to be fucked!" He pulled his trousers and pants off and bent over the settee, exposing a very fit, slim arse. Luke nodded to me and I went behind Colin, pulled his arse cheeks apart and pushed my tongue into his arsehole. Colin groaned and then Luke pushed his cock into Colin's mouth. I rimmed Colin for a while and then stood up and rubbed my cock over his wet hole. He didn't resist as I pushed the head of my cock into his arse so I pulled out, lubed him out and pushed my cock slowly right up him. "Fuck me!" he said Colin was bent over the settee, playing with his cock and moaning as Luke and I took turns to fuck him. We both started to fuck him harder and he was clearly loving it, moaning every now and then "Fuck me.......fuck me!" Luke shot his load up him first and then I pushed my cock into his cum filled hole and after just a few more thrusts added my load to Luke's. It was another very horny experience. Colin had a shower and left a short time later. I asked Luke about him and he grinned "Ah, sure, me and Colin have fucked loads of times", he said. "He just feels guilty about cheating, so he needs to have a few drinks and then a bit of time to pretend that he's not going to do it." He grinned again "What he doesn't know is that I've also been fucking his partner for a while now"! A few weeks later one of my friends was staying over with me for the weekend. Andrew was flying back into London and we had arranged that he would stay with me in London for the weekend before getting the train back to the north of England. I had been friends with Andrew for many years and he was one of my best friends. He was very kind, always very measured and always saw the good in people. He lived with his partner and their two adopted young children and I had never seen Andrew or his partner so happy. We were looking forward to catching up with each other and Andrew was looking forward to meeting Luke, who would also be staying for the weekend. I met Andrew at the airport on Friday afternoon and we had a good catch up before Luke arrived after his work. That evening we all went out for a meal and I could see that Luke and Andrew were getting on very well. When Andrew went to the toilet Luke grinned at me and said he was a really attractive guy. I told him to forget it - and said there was no way Andrew would cheat on his partner. "Ah," said Luke with a grin "Famous last words, that is!" I laughed. Luke became more serious and asked me if I would mind if he tried it on with Andrew. "I won't do it if you don't want me to." he assured me. I said I had no problem with him trying but still thought he had little chance of success. "We'll see!" said Luke, that mischievous look that I now knew so well in his eyes. We all enjoyed the meal and the company and I couldn't help noticing that, as the evening went on, Luke and Andrew were definitely flirting with each other. At one point I went to the toilet and when I came back, Andrew and Luke were deep in conversation, their heads together. A short time later we got a cab back to mine and I made us some coffee. When we had finished, Luke announced that he wasn't really tired and was going to watch some football on television before before coming up to bed. He looked at Andrew "Do you want to watch it with me?" he asked innocently and Andrew said "Err...yeah, that would be good." I said I was going up to bed and left them to it. I still didn't really think that Andrew would have sex with Luke but I was less sure now - I couldn't help thinking of the way they had been flirting with each other all evening and I definitely had the feeling that they had arranged something when I was at the toilet. It was about an hour later when Luke came up to bed, a very satisfied look on his face. "Well?" I said. Luke grinned "Well........" he said "Your friend has been a very naughty boy!" He put his finger to his lips as we heard Andrew coming up the stairs and making his way to the spare room and then he pulled off his trousers and pants and bent over in front of me. I guessed what he was about to do and sure enough, Luke pulled his cheeks apart and pushed. A load of cum slid out his hole and down the back of his balls. I was not really surprised now, but I was very turned on. "That's not all," said Luke, looking even more like the cat that had got the cream. He turned round and showed me his cock, which was still semi hard. "Did you bareback him?" I asked. Luke nodded. "Did you cum in him?" He nodded again and moved closer to me. I leaned forward and took his cock into my mouth. It was a bit musky and tangy and the fact that I was sucking Luke's cock after it had been up my friend's arse was a real turn on. I sucked Luke for while and when he was hard again, I bent him over the bed. I fingered his arse for a moment or two and then I pushed my cock up him and fucked him very hard, shooting my load up him after just about ten or twelve thrusts. A little later told me everything that he and Andrew had done. I said I was still really surprised that Andrew had fucked bareback. Luke grinned "I can tell you he didn't take much persuading!" he said, adding "His eyes lit up like a fucking Christmas tree when I said he could fuck me without a condom." The following evening was a beautiful warm summer's evening and Andrew, who was an excellent cook, had offered to cook a meal for me and Luke. As it was such a warm evening, we were going to eat outdoors. My house had an extension built out the back and this meant that the decking area was not overlooked at all. I had a table and chairs there and it was very pleasant to sit out there and relax in the summer. The seating area was not overlooked from the house either, apart from the spare room which Andrew was sleeping in. We had an excellent meal and another very pleasant evening. This time it was Luke and I who had hatched a plan so around 11 o'clock I said I was feeling a bit tired and would go up to bed. I suggested that Andrew and Luke stay out and have another drink or two and they both seemed happy with that idea. I waited a while and then made my way quietly to the spare room and looked out the window. Andrew had moved to sit closer to Luke and they were kissing each other. I could see that Andrew's hand was rubbing Luke's cock as they kissed and a short time later Luke stood up. I watched as Andrew unbuttoned Luke's jeans and pulled them down to his knees along with his pants. I began to rub my cock as I watched Andrew take Luke's cock into his mouth and suck on it eagerly. Andrew sucked Luke for a while and then they changed places. Andrew's pants were down now and for the first time I saw his cock. It was not as big as Luke's but still quite impressive. Luke was sucking Andrew's cock now and after a while they changed places again and Andrew sucked Luke again. The Luke pulled out of Andrew's mouth and Andrew turned around and leant against the wall, pushing his arse out and then Luke pulled his cheeks apart and began to lick his arse. I had my cock out now and I began to wank as I watched Luke push his big bare cock slowly up the arse of one of my best friends. I had never in a million years thought I would see Andrew with his arse in the air letting someone fuck him bareback and I was really turned on. Luke started fucking slowly, pulling his cock right back so that I had a great view of it disappearing up Andrew's arse again and then he began to fuck him harder. I could tell they were both really into it and Andrew was wanking and pushing back onto Luke's cock as they began to fuck harder. I could tell that Luke was getting close and soon he was pumping cum into Andrew's arse. He kept his cock up Andrew's arse as he stood up and then he took hold of Andrew's cock and began to wank him. Almost immediately Andrew began to shoot his load out in front of him as Luke continued pushing his cock gently up his arse. Insert existing attachment We all had breakfast together the following day and in the early afternoon I drove Andrew to the station and he got on the train back home to his partner. A few years later same sex marriage was legalised in the UK and Andrew married his partner. As I watched them exchange their vows, I couldn't help thinking back to the horny scenes I had witnessed between Andrew and Luke. I wondered if that was the only time Andrew had let himself be fucked bareback outside of his relationship - somehow I thought it probably wasn't. More recently I found out that another of my friends was straying outside his long term relationship and once again it was one of the people I would have said was the least likely - not only to be cheating, but to be barebacking. I had known Tom for a number of years and I had always that he was one of the most conscientious people I knew and he had always struck me as someone with very high standards. He had dark hair and glasses and always dressed very smartly. He kept himself very fit and liked to run marathons. He was also a really nice guy with a wicked sense of humour. Tom was a partner in a legal firm and lived in Glasgow with his husband. We didn't see that much of each other but every now and then when I was in Scotland or he was in London we would meet up for lunch. One evening I was up in Glasgow and was out with a friend in a restaurant in the centre of town. The restaurant was quite busy and it was only when a few people got up and left that I saw Tom sitting at one of the tables with a much younger guy. They were both very smartly dressed and had obviously come out after work. At first I didn't think anything of it and then I couldn't help noticing that they seemed to be quite intimate with each other and at one point Tom's hand was resting on the young lad's arm. The lad looked no more than 20 or 21 - he was slim and dark with spiky hair. Just then Tom looked up and realised I had seen him. I still didn't really think much more about it but Tom called me the next day and asked if I wanted to meet up for a coffee. I met up with Tom the following afternoon and he seemed a bit nervous. After a while he said "Look, about the other night..... I was.....with...." I told him he really didn't have to tell me anything but he said he wanted to. He told me that the lad he was with was a graduate trainee in his firm and told me they had been seeing each other for a few months now. He said the young lad, Sam, also had a partner and they were just having a bit of fun together. I could see Tom was a bit anxious about either of their partners finding out and I quickly told him he had absolutely nothing to worry about from me. He seemed to want to talk though and soon he was telling me about how he had got together with Sam. He said they had worked together regularly and he had felt that Sam was coming on to him. He said he had tried really hard to resist but one night when they were working late together he had given into temptation and Sam had sucked him off. They had got together a few more times and after Sam had sucked him off one night he asked Tom if he wanted to fuck him. Tom told me he had been very tempted - especially as Sam had indicated that he would be up for fucking without a condom. He tried really hard to put the idea out of his mind but he was becoming more and more tempted. Then he had spent a long weekend in Berlin with his husband and early one morning he had gone out jogging as usual in the Tiergarten which was near their hotel. Tom told me he was cruised by a young lad of about 18 or 19 with a shock of dyed blond hair and he was feeling so horny he followed the lad into the bushes and soon he was getting sucked off. He told me he had no intention of going any further but after he had sucked him for a while, the young lad had got to his feet , turned round, pulled his trousers and pants right down and bent forward. Tom had fingered his arsehole and found it wet with what he guessed was cum. He had not been able to resist and seconds later he was up the young lad bareback. He had fucked him against a tree and shot his load right up the lad's arse. A week or so later he had taken Sam up on his offer and had fucked him bareback and cum in his arse. I was very turned on by what Tom was telling me - and then he said one of the other reasons he was telling me all this was that Sam was up for a threesome and he thought I might be interested. Of course I was interested and a couple of months later I met up with Tom and Sam for drinks in the centre of Glasgow. Tom had said he wanted Sam to meet me to see if he was up for it. I was hoping he would be as Sam was a very attractive young lad. It turned out that Sam was up for it and a short time later we were in my hotel room. It was a little awkward at first but soon we got down to it and Sam was sucking my cock as Tom rimmed him. Then we changed places and I got my tongue up Sam's arse as he sucked Tom's cock. Tom and I had also been a bit awkward with each other - we had been friends for a number of years but soon we got past that and at one point Tom started sucking my cock as Sam licked his arse. After that, Sam knelt up on the bed and Tom and I both fucked him, shooting our cum right up his tight young arse. After we had rested for a while, Tom knelt up on the bed and I licked his arse and then Sam fucked him. It was all very unexpected and very horny. I've since had another threesome with them and a couple of horny encounters with Tom on his own when we sucked, rimmed and loaded each other up. As I said at the start of this post, I have been genuinely surprised by the encounters I have related in this post. Tom and Sam have both got partners and they are both fucking and being fucked by other guys too - despite neither of them being on Prep or anything. I may be surprised - but I'm certainly not complaining. Part 10 to follow

I sucked a cock when I was 13 and again at 16. Once I turned around 21, I sucked hundreds of more cocks and now I'm 34 and aint stopping anytime soon. In my opinion, as soon a boy knows he likes cock, he needs to start sucking ASAP.

PART 5 I spent the next day feeling guilty and certain that I had HIV, when I wasn’t busy jerking of relving the whole scene. Then I would feel guilty again. How could I break all the rules my first time out? I had let a guy with HIV fuck me raw and I had even let him cum inside me. It was only when I jerked off that I let myself admit I hadn’t let him cum in me, I had made him cum in me. Why had I done that? The next day after that my horniness got the better of me and I logged on, just to look at his profile I told myself. Before I could get there though, I noticed I had a message. I clicked and it was from him and he had sent it late last night. “Chris, First of all, I had an amazing time with you and really felt a special connection. And i am really happy that I got to be your first Top. You left pretty quickly and I think I know why... the fact I am hiv positive. I normally wouldn’t have even met a guy quite As young as you, but you were just so sexy in your pictures and so eager to be with an older guy like me, i gave in. And then you had such a pretty hole and it smelled so good. And then it tasted so good. And you got my cock so hard with your mouth. I couldn’t help needing to be inside you and I gave in. And you needed it. You needed my cock inside of you. And you knew I wouldn’t use a condom. Or maybe you just didn’t think. You just gave in. And when I was fucking you and you couldn’t have it stop. It just couldn’t stop. You had to have my cock pistoning in and out of you. Even when you knew it would make me cum and I told you I was close. You gave in. You pulled me in and squeezed my cock with your hole and accepted my load. A poz guy was shooting spurt after spurt of his cum into your guts and you gave in. You wanted it. At first when you left, I felt a little guilty and thought maybe I shouldn’t have let it go so far. Here you are, 18 and now you have my hiv cum inside you. And you’ve taken it bareback. You are going to want to get fucked bare again. It’s too addicting. You will give in. You will need it. Cock and cum. Deep in your hole. You will just have to... give in. And I will be waiting to take care of your needs again. When you are hungry and can’t hold off anymore, come over. But there’s no condoms allowed here. And no pulling out. And you will leave full of my cum. Signed, Tim.” I wasn’t just hard when i finished reading that, I was sure i would cum if I even touched my cock. And then I noticed he was actually online. And without hesitation, I gave in. I messaged him, knowing that I was agreeing thAt I did want what he wanted too, to fill my ass with his cum. “Tim, I can’t stop thinking about it. Can I come over again?,” I wrote and hit send. It was maybe a minute later that I got my reply. It was one word,Now. My reply was just as quick, “On my way.” And after a few minutes cleaning myself up, I was out the door. And for the second time in 3 days, was on my way to be a hot older Top man’s bottom toy. The hiv thing definitely went thru my mind, but not nearly as much as the thought of how it felt like he had cum a quart of jizz inside me when he had shot last time. It was the cum I kept thinking about, taking cum.

PART 4 Tim’s cock wasn’t even halfway in me and I was sure I was being torn up. My first cock was huge and I was trying so hard to relax. But as he slowly worked his hips and worked that massive rod into me, my hole finally seemed to open up. And it felt so good. Instant bottom. And he just kept slowly pumping that man cock into me. “Fuck your hole is so tight. Such a hot little hole,” he grunted. Inspired by the fact that I was pleasing him, for the first time I pushed back against him. I wanted more of him inside me. I wanted to make him feel good. I wanted to make him cum. “Yeah, you like it. You like that big cock inside you don’t you?” He asked. “So good, feels so good,” was all I could get out, as he picked up speed. He wasn’t pounding me, but he was getting more aggressive and taking longer strokes. I had never even imagined it could feel so good. And knowing my hole was making his cock feel good got me so hot I knew i couldn’t even touch my cock. It was like steel and precum was pouring out. I would cum the second I started stroking. And now I was getting pounded. Each slam home knocking my breath out. “Oh god oh god oh god,” who knows how many times I said that. “So close. Fucking tight little boy ass,” he grunted through clenched teeth. “Wanna.... wanna make you cum. Cum in me. Cum in me, “ I begged. He was frantic now, his thrusts getting erratic. It seemed like he was close. “Can’t cum in you. Gotta... gotta pull out. Fuck gonna cum. Oh fuck gonna cum.” I don’t even know where it came from or why it seemed so important to me, an 18 year old virgin, but I wanted to make him cum with my ass. I didn’t want him to finish jerking off. “No! I practically shouted reaching out my hands and pulling him into me, just as he was trying to pull out. Gripping him, I felt him buck and spasm as his giant cock erupted inside of me. I ground into him as I felt his cock pulse and instinctively knew what thAt meant, each spasm meant a shot of cum spraying into me. And it spasmed a lot. I loosened my grip as he finished and I felt his orgasm subside. He slowly slid out of me and looked down. “I’m Sorry. I shouldn’t have let you, I shouldn’t have finished inside you,“ he said quietly. I looked up at him, naive as I was. “Why? It felt so good. I swear, it felt SO GOOD. And I wanted to make you cum with... with my butt. And I FELT it! Your cum. I could feel it like in me,” I said like a kid that just discovered candy. He just looked at me in the same way and said, “Chris, it’s not... it isn’t safe for... I have HIV.”

** oops, saw a typo above... That was supposed to be, "Big Bad Wolf" * continued After those fellas had Cum and gone, it was pretty quiet for a bit. So much so I began digging around in my back pack I had brought for one of my toys... I have two; Blue and Big Red. As I pulled out Blue I heard David shuffling around in his office in the adjoining room. As I looked his direction I heard him say, "really?" Like a kid caught in the cookie jar; all I could say was, "well, I need more..." blushing as I responded. Then I noticed David had an odd look on his face, one I couldn't read. So I asked, "what's up?" Now he was acting like the kid caught in the cookie jar; finally he said, "well watching you over there kinda... made me... maybe..." See the thing about David, he really is a nice guy. Polite even which you don't see often in his line of business. I've been told he does have an edge to him; but I don't think that's his nature really! So I turned around and sat properly on the couch, gave my most innocent look, patted the spot next to me; "would you please come tell me what your thinking?" What he did next made me giggle out loud; he starts rubbernecking as if to make sure no body is watching, although he knows at the moment we're alone! Once he comes into the room; I pat the spot next to me again telling him, "let me show you what I've been thinking about?" He sits down like he's all shy and nervous; as I gently start touching his thigh I tell him, " your so cute, do you mind if I show you how grateful I am for letting me hang out. And making me feel safe as well? " He starts to say, "well I...". I can tell he's not sure in his mind; but the giant bulge in his jeans is enough for me! So I tell him, "let me show you what I was thinking, and anytime you want me to stop just say so. No worries okay?" He slowly nods his head in agreement as I slowly, gently unzip his jeans purposely building his frustration and desire. I'm so bad; but if he doesn't stop me, he's gonna love it!!! * to be continued

* continued As the first Cum Donor slid his still hard Cock out of my hungry little box with a definite Cummy slurp sound; the others I now counted 3 more gathered around me with the kind of enthusiasm that a Cum Slut like myself Loves! I'd be lying if I said I didn't like the attention; fact is I crave it! Quite possibly one reason I am such a Wanton Slut? As my three new fellas groped and fondled me I cooed my pleasure as I suggested, "Cock me...?" One of them side stepped into perfect alignment with my Cum Hole and sooo gently slid in every bit of 9" to the hilt till I felt his balls on my taint! What could I do but request my desire? "Fuck me Deep and Long Stroke me , please. Pretty please, kind sir?" (Uh-oh, somebody is here to Fuck me....)

Part 3: You’d think my balls would be drained, but they kept brewing toxic jizz like a major distillery. Five more queer pussies filled with my AIDs BONE. Five more faggy cunts WRECKED. Their pockets were full of pink, frothy thug nutt, and mine were full of Franklins. I lit up a cigarette as I swaggered down the sidewalk, a smile on my face, my dick straining against my dirty jeans wanting more. First things first, I needed to lighten my cash load as walking around the streets of NYC with that kind of wad will get a fucker shot and robbed. I made my way several blocks across town, then several more south. Yeah I could have hopped a bus, but like I said before, I planned to be tight with this cash until I knew this money stream was a sure thing. A good bit of walking, a few more cigarettes, and a sopping wet t-shirt from wiping all the sweat off my torso and chest and I eased past this old trap house I had crashed at a few times. The games that had been run out of here had moved on, so the place was mostly boarded up and abandoned except for a few old regulars who curled up in a dusty corner for a bit of shut eye or the occasional street trade or junkie looking for a little privacy. Squeezing through the hole in the fence, I eased my way to the weed filled back yard and by the light of the moon found a stack of concrete blocks near the back corner. I quietly lifted a couple away, looked around, dug out a little patch of ground with a spoon I nicked from the hotel, then tucked most of the cash I had into the hole and covered it back up. I had also taken a bag of chips and used the empty bag to hide the cash, but also protect it from getting wet. The blocks back in place, I stretched, scratched my balls and tugged at my hungry dick, and considered my next steps. I pulled a $5 out of my pocket, found the little path that would take me to the side of the house that was all dark, and from the coughing and snorting could tell Lil’Petey was tripping. I met Petey the first time I crashed at this trap house. Short, thin, sickly looking little white dude who reminded me of this kid I went to school with when I was like 6. Petey was like 20, but looked younger and like me, had got thrown out and the streets had not been kind to him. He made it worse by the shit he did, but to each his own. “Yo Lil’Petey?” I said in a loud whisper when I got to the haggard stack of cardboard boxes he called home. Petey stuck his head out through a hole in some plastic, looked at me, rubbed his eyes, coughed, rubbed his mouth, “JC, what’s up? Hey, can I bum a smoke?” I held up a full pack, and the $5 and even in the moonlight Petey’s eyes got wide and eager. I couldn’t help but smile, an evil smile yeah, but a smile none the less. “Here’s the deal Lil’Petey. I’ll give you a smoke, and this bill, but you got to do something for me,” I said in temptation. “I got my dick used real good tonight and the skin is practically rubbed right off from all the fucking I’ve done, but my balls are still full and I got some more to bust.” I figured best not to let him in on my need to poz some ass, to wreck a fag hole, to bury my AIDs Bone. Petey shook his head back and forth real fast like a dog with a tick, “Oh no. NO! I told you before, I don’t do that shit. No way. Nah-uh. NO!” Before I knew it Petey had retreated back into his cardboard castle like a groundhog who had seen his shadow and all I heard was mumbling. I reached into my pocket, pulled out another $5, squatted down, pushed the plastic aside and crawled part way into Petey’s hidey hole. It was a lot fucking bigger on the inside than it seemed and Petey had blankets, a couple flashlights giving him light, an old pot with a packet of Ramen Noodles softening up in tepid water and old milk crates full of this and that and odds and ends. Petey was proud of his noodles. Who knew you didn’t have to actually cook them. Just let them sit long enough in water and VOILA! A thick length of ash dropped off my cigarette and onto Petey’s cardboard floor and I casually brushed it aside as I finished crawling into his abode. Petey shrieked like I had just burned a new carpet and frantically grabbed a rag, wiped at the scattered ash and mumbled what an ass I was as I made myself comfortable. I couldn’t help but laugh, dropping more ash onto my chest as I did, which I casually brushed away and all over the floor creating a new burst of frenzy in Petey. Once we both settled I held out the two $5s, and the full pack of smokes. I didn’t know what Petey did to survive and while I had tried to fuck him before when I had no other option - not that I had options before the last two days really - I realized I still wanted his white little ass, but for my taboo desires. Petey’s eyes fixed on the cash and pack of cigarettes. “Now Petey, we known each other a while now right? You know I’m a good guy right? I’ve tried to help you here and there even when I ain’t had nothing myself, right? I don’t expect something for noting. I got something for you and if all goes well, will have a lot more. So come on Petey, what do you say? Help a brotha out?” I could tell Petey was thinking it over hard and long, just like my 10-inch BBC, so I set the cash down, the pack of cigs on top, and wiggled out of my jeans and started stroking my dick. I leaned back, smoked, lobbed some smoke spit on my dick, and kept stroking. Petey was quiet as a church mouse, but then in barely a whisper he said, “OK.” My eyes flashed open, I got on my knees, grabbed Petey and pulled him towards me as he squawked and squealed. I didn’t care; my dick was ready. Petey put up some feigned resistance as we wrestled a bit, but soon I had his pants pulled down, his body pinned to the cardboard floor, and as Petey hacked up a lung in a coughing fit I drove my spit covered dick into his virgin hole. Yeah, that’s right, contrary to what I thought likely, Petey was a virgin. I popped his cherry – OK I slam busted it wide open – and drove my AIDS Bone deep into his ass. I had to pull out and respit it up several times, but once it got sloppy there was no stopping me. Petey started whimpering and crying so I held my dirty t-shirt over his face to muffle the sound and pressed my hand tight against his mouth. I liked that shit. Totally in charge! I could feel his jaw muscles working, trying to scream out as I raped his ass bloody, but my need to poz fuck his ass overrode any concern for Petey right then. All that mattered was wrecking his ass – plowing him deep – tearing it – making it mine. Petey’s body tensed and his little cheeks got hard and stiff and tried to press together as I pounded his hole and said, “TAKE MY FUCKING AIDS BONE DICK. YOUR PUSSY IS MINE NOW. MY LITTLE WHITE PUSSY. MARKING YOU WITH MY NUTT. THAT PUSSY JUST MADE FOR TOP DADDY DICK! IT’S MINE NOW. YOU BETTER NOT LET NO OTHER THUG RUN UP IN THIS SHIT. ONLY ME – YOU HEAR ME? [sLAP] HUH? THAT’S RIGHT. I POZZED IT – I OWN IT.” My sticky taffy dribbled like hot lava out of my piss slit and into Petey’s wrecked hole. It burned his guts and made him cry even harder and then at some point the little faggy passed out. I like to think because I fucked the life out of him, but could have been whatever shit he had been playing at earlier. Either way did not matter, as nothing changed and for round two I planned to bury my balls deep up that fuzzy little white peach ass and plant some more seed. The morning light filtered through the plastic and holes between the cardboard box walls, and I looked in amazement at Petey’s gaping hole. It was red, angry, puffy, bruised, raw, and wide open like the Holland Tunnel. I dropped back in it, Petey grunted, I dug around. Holy Christ, scraping his guts with my dick head, burrowing my poz cum into his walls, making his body shiver and cringe with every thrust kept my shit brick fucking hard! Petey was a natural little dick pig and rode me for a while and then I flipped him onto his back, lifted his legs and slammed his cunt. He tried to push me away but I had seen red on his ass lips last time I pulled out and that was like a matador’s cape to a bull. Petey coughed and tried to push me off him but there was no stopping me. Snot flew from his nose, his eyes watered, and as Lil’Petey started to beg, “Poz me, poz my ass, poz me,” I lifted his hips back and up so I could drop my full weight into his pucker with every push of my dick. I had Petey bent like a side show contortionist as I wrapped my hands around his throat, and looked into eyes as I said, “HERE COMES THAT AIDS BONE TRAIN. BREAKING THOSE TUNNEL WALLS. RUNNING THOSE RAILS. FEEL THIS BLACK LOCOMOTIVE DICK WRECKING THAT WHITE PUSSY. MAKING THAT CUNT BLEED FOR YOUR DADDY’S DICK. OPEN THAT MOUTH – TAKING MY COUGH SPIT – YOU MY BOY NOW PETEY, GOOD LIL’PETEY, TAKE DADDY’S DICK, TIGHTEN THAT HOLE UP SO I CAN BUST IT WIDE OPEN AGAIN, BREAK THAT RING, SHATTER THAT SHITTER, FILL YOU WITH MY NUTT – HERE IT COMES PETEY, HERE COMES DADDY’S NUTT….FILLING YOU UP…BACK THAT CABOOSE UP FOR THIS LOAD…SLOPPY FUCKING HOLE…DRIPPING DADDY’S JIZZ….FUCKING HELL BOY!!!” I laid curled up with Petey in his cardboard box shanty, my right arm protectively over him, his head nestled between my left arm and my chest, and my AIDs Bone buried in his cum filled ass. While I had let out my anger and hate fuck on Petey’s ass – at least the first load – the last load was well, not that. I liked the lil-dude. Something about his frail, sickly little body turned me the fuck on. Underneath the dirt, the funk, the homeless exterior was a warm hearted little man – my man – at least for the here and now. We napped, shared a cigarette, some of Petey’s noodles, and then as the heat of the day picked up I asked Petey if he wanted to go hang with me at the ABS. “No, can’t, I got to…to do some things today,” he said as he shyly looked at the ground. I could smell my nutt on him, my dick swelled again, I reached down and lifted his chin up so I could see his eyes, “You want me to come back later and see you?” Lil’Petey smiled yes and I was tempted to bang his hole out again right there in the middle of the weedy back yard. Instead, I smacked his ass, turned, and made my way back out through the fence and down the street. Lil’Petey might be my side piece now, but I still had business to attend to. It would be two more days before the youngin I fucked at the hotel said his daddies would be in town. Between now and then I planned to fuck as much ass as I could, and find more willing hole for my Wreckin-AIDs-Bone. Instead of hitting the ABS right off, I snatched one of the local rags off the newsstand and started scouring the classifieds. If things worked out like I thought they might, I would be in shape to get my own little place soon. Fuck, living on the streets adjusts your level of thinking of what you need to be happy and right now, just my own bed was sounding like the Taj Mahal. I hopped the subway up to Harlem and got off at 125th Street. My funk and unkempt appearance gave me plenty of elbow room on the train as well as a few glares and stares, or maybe it was because my anaconda kept trying to peek out my jeans as all I could think about was wrecking some more bussy. Once back on the streets I walked up and down several blocks, eyeing out some of the places I had seen ads for saying they have rooms or apartments to rent. One ad that had caught my eye because of the price, which I thought must be wrong at only $350 per month, sounded too good to be true. It boasted a private entrance through the alley behind 131st, ‘stand alone bungalow’, ‘private bath’, ‘needs love’ all that must be code for, ‘home of serial killer who will deflesh you in the tub and bury you in the basement and nobody will fucking know because the City of NYC won’t do shit about the stank’. I slowly walked by the front of the house and like me it had seen better days. While others on the block were restored or redone, this one looked like it had not been touched in a 100 years. The curtains were drawn; mail was piled up on the stoop, frankly looked sort of abandoned. I pulled out a cigarette and puffed away as I went down around the corner and then counted the backs of the town houses until I found the right one. There was a small, rusted metal gate set in the wall, I looked back and forth, no one was around, the gate was unlocked, so eased it open and stuck my head in. Right to the left of the gate was the place – what they called a bungalow was really a small shed. Might have been a horse stall at one time, but at some point someone added a regular door, some windows and this place looked as beat down as the main house. I decided to have a closer look. I peered in through the front window; saw a bed, door leading into a bathroom, a small table. The place looked clean, dry, and it could be mine. “May I help you young man?” a lady’s voice said as I spun around. Somebody’s grandma was standing 10 feet behind me, looking me up and down. She was dressed like she had just come from church, which made me self-conscious with how I looked right then. Luckily she went on, “Damndest thing. You the first one that’s actually come out to see my cottage. Can’t get them past the front door once they hear it’s in the back. I know, I know, it’s not much, but my Henry, well he built it good and strong. It stays warm in the winter and cool in the summer, and well, I got more room already than I can use, so figured why not help someone out a little.” Her smile reminded me of the way my momma used to smile before…back when…oh hell. “Yes Ma’am, I’m new…newish to town and well…” hell what do I say. She waved her hand, “Go on in, take a look.” I opened the door, cautious not to get my dirty sneakers on the small area rug and looked around. There was no kitchen of any sort, just what I had seen from the window, but like I said, when you got nothing, this was all I dreamed for right then. The old lady excitedly gave me the grand tour, pointing out every little bit of love her husband Henry had put into making her little cottage, which she used to use to paint in before the arthritis took hold. I was lost in my thoughts when she asked again, “So you interested? Can be yours if you want it.” I patted my pocket, I had enough cash on hand for the first month and more back in the chip bag in the ground, but what if that was all I got for a while? My only hope was if the freak daddies came through. “Umm, I do, I really do. I need a place something bad, but…well…It may be a couple more days before I have enough money…and…” She waved her hand, “Hush, no problem at all. Tell you what. You got a dollar? Give me a dollar for the deposit and I will hold it for you until you come back. How’s that sound?” I couldn’t help but smile. Then my fear hit me like a hammer on an anvil so I blurted out, “I don’t sell dope and none of that shit, or run with the gangs, but I am…well I…I like guys… so if I had friends over it might be a guy – no big party or nothing – but just a friend, a buddy I know…I…” The old lady laughed, “Honey, I appreciate you telling me all that. I really do. That’s good. All good. And frankly having a nice man like yourself back here with your friends will make me feel safer. I look forward to meeting him.” I was on fucking Cloud-9 when I got back on the subway. Could this happen? Could a down and out thug fucker like me get a head a little? I had pictures swimming in my head of me and Lil’Petey in the old lady’s cottage. I smiled. I had never thought about being with a guy like that before – fucking ass yeah – but not like together together. But that shit felt right.

PART 6 – DEEP-DICKING THE BITCH Dalton didn’t return to work. He marched right past the lawnmower and went back inside his house. Meanwhile, Brian and I texted Jesse—Dalton’s friend from high school—and told him to get his sweet ass over to our place, making sure he parked a few blocks away and entered discreetly through our back gate. About 20 minutes later, we heard a car pull up in Dalton’s driveway. It was the girl he was dating—I frankly couldn’t remember her name, nor did I fucking care. For the purposes of this story, I’m just going to refer to her as the Dickless Wonder, or maybe just Dickless. She wasn’t trying to be a cockblocker, but she was blocking my cock all the same. She needed to go. After she entered Dalton’s house, the two of them made their way to the pool out back. Brian and I were already sitting in our usual spot for spying on the neighbors’ backyard, and we heard a lot of giggling and whispering, with the girlfriend asking all sorts of questions about just how private this little pool was, and Dalton assuring her that it’s really fucking private, OK? Jeez, let’s just fuck already. But I guess she wasn’t listening, because she just kept asking the same goddamn questions. And finally—thankfully—he ended the conversation by shoving her down to her knees and pulling his cock out of his shorts. By this point, Brian already had me pinned against the fence, his fat raw cock shoved deep in my guts. But here’s the thing: while we knew Dalton had a nice piece of meat between his legs, we really weren’t prepared for the sheer impressiveness of that boy’s dick. So when his monster flopped out of his shorts, I actually gasped. Brian gasped, too. And then Brian shuddered, signaling the deposit of a thick load of sperm deep in my guts. I leaned back and kissed my man deeply. Then he pointed toward our neighbors’ backyard, and I turned to see what I’d missed: Dalton had already stripped the Dickless Wonder naked, positioning her for a doggy-style fuck on one of the poolside lounge chairs. “Spread your cunt,” he said in a low, cold voice. She dutifully reached back to open up her pussy with her fingers, but Dalton didn’t seem to pay much attention to her efforts. Instead, he was busy rubbing his cockhead against her asshole. Sensing where he was going, she gave out a sharp little whine. “Honey, no,” she said, trying to get back on her feet so she could negotiate. “You know I don’t like that.” Dalton didn’t reply. He just pushed her tailbone down, forcing an arch in her back, and brutally shoved his giant dick deep in his girlfriend’s ass. She yelped and told him to stop, trying to squirm away from being buttfucked against her will, but it was no use. He just closed his eyes, pressing down on that bitch’s back and crushing her perky little tits against the lounge upholstery, his hand clamped tight over her mouth to stifle her screams and sobs. After a few minutes of thrusting, he repositioned himself by bringing his feet up onto the lounge, squatting directly over her wrecked asshole and letting his full weight deliver a merciless deep-dicking while the poor bitch’s entire body heaved and convulsed in obvious pain. “Please cum or please stop,” she managed to squeak out between thrusts. “I can’t take this. Baby, please stop.” “You know how to make me cum,” he replied. She was silent. “C’mon bitch,” he said, his voice reduced to a cruel, guttural growl. “If you want this to stop, you know what to do.” She seemed frozen. Then he slapped her hard across the ass, sending her into action. Contorting her body to get maximum reach with one of her arms, Dalton’s girlfriend stretched her hand as far back as she could make it go, past her stretched-out hole, placing two of her fingers against Dalton’s twitching ass—her nails brushing up against that beautiful boyhole covered in a light dusting of late-adolescent fur, every one of his hairs illuminated by the late-afternoon sun. Then she hesitated. “Do it all,” he said, “Do it all, and do it now. If you don’t do it now, I’ll never fucking cream your tight little butt. Which means I’ll just keep going at it. Which means you’ll never get a break from my cock destroying your ass.” Hearing that, she stretched her arm further, slipping two knuckles of each finger into Dalton’s butt. He moaned. “Deeper,” he grunted. She managed to get another knuckle in. “Oh fuck,” he muttered under his increasingly shallow breath, his entire body now making the switch into primal breeding mode. His pounding grew more intense. That went on for at least 5 minutes, until he finally reached back and shoved two of his own fingers up his butt. Only then, with four fingers stretching his own ass, did he finally launch into a full-body thrashing assault on his bitch’s hole, unleashing a torrent of seed in her guts. Brian and I watched this entire display silently, unbelievingly. Afterward, I turned to my man and grinned stupidly, shaking my head. He did the same. “Un-fucking-believable,” he said. All I could do was laugh in response. We turned our attention back to Dalton, who was now giving his girlfriend the silent treatment. Clearly he’d gotten what he needed, and he just wanted her to get the fuck out. We heard snatches of an argument from inside the house, followed by the Dickless Wonder walking angrily to her car, stifling tears, then driving off as her tires screeched against the asphalt. * * * Feeling a tap on my shoulder, I turned around to see Jesse in nothing but a jockstrap, his face covered in a giant grin. “I didn’t get to see the whole thing,” he said, “But I think I heard half of it from a block away. So tell me: there’s been a rumor around school that he likes fingers in his butt. Is that true?” “Oh, it’s true alright,” Brian replied. “You wouldn’t believe how true. But listen, pig: see that water bong over there? Instead of worrying about your buddy Dalton, you need to be sucking on that glass pipe like the greedy little methwhore you are. Then I want you to blow some nice thick clouds of white smoke on my dick, OK bro?” Jesse grinned and ran over to grab the pipe. Meanwhile, I kept my eye out for Dalton, hoping that he would return to the pool. Sure enough, about 5 minutes later—while Jesse was silently gorging on my husband’s dripping cock between hits on the bong—Dalton reappeared in his backyard, this time wearing his Speedo. Just as I’d hoped: it was time for his evening swim. He dove into the water and began noisily splashing his way across the length of the pool. That was Jesse’s cue to stop worrying about staying quiet—he was now squatting over Brian’s cock, impaling himself on raw dick. I gave Jesse the thumbs-up signal, which meant he could start letting his ass slap noisily against Brian’s body, and he could start letting loose with the occasional moan. For those first few minutes, Dalton didn’t appear to hear any of the action unfolding in our backyard. But then Brian’s cock suddenly shoved past Jesse’s second sphincter, eliciting a sharp yelp followed by a gruff “Fuck yeah” from our partied-up jockboy. That’s when the splashing stopped. Dalton went quiet. I looked through our little peephole to see him treading water for a few moments, craning his neck in our direction to confirm that he heard what he thought he’d heard. As the water grew calm around him, he almost seemed to suspend his breathing. Somehow even the crickets seemed to go silent. And just like that, the only noise penetrating the evening air was the steady slap-slap-slap of Jesse riding Brian’s dick. Dalton silently propelled himself to the edge of the pool, doing his best to lift himself onto the asphalt without making any noise. Standing up now, he craned his neck toward us again. There was no way he couldn’t hear it now: Slap-slap-slap. Grunt. Slap-slap-slap. Fuck yeah. Without hesitation, Dalton walked right up to my peephole. He placed his eye against it—clearly he’d spied on us before. Except this time, instead of seeing our backyard, all he saw was my eye looking back. “Hey, Dalton,” I said. He didn’t respond at first. He just stared. Then after a few moments’ pause, he simply answered: “Hey.” “We’re hanging out with a buddy here,” I said. “If you wanna join, you’re more than welcome.” Again, no answer. Then his eye disappeared, and for a moment I thought I’d lost him. But I didn’t see him, either—it was like he’d just stepped aside to gather his thoughts. Then after a long silence, he answered in a near-whisper: “OK,” he said. Another pause. At last, his eye reentered my line of sight. “OK,” he repeated. “I’ll be right over.” I turned back to Brian and Jesse, who’d paused their fucking to listen to the exchange. Jesse had the most triumphant smile I think I’ve ever seen on anybody, plus he had a giant mess of cum all over his stomach and chest. His cock was still oozing seed as Brian’s dick twitched steadily, rhythmically, deep in that sweet boyhole. “OK, you twisted motherfuckers,” I said with an evil grin, “Our wait is over. It’s time to fuckin’ own this boy.”