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My apologies everyone for being absent for so long. My job is taking off and consuming more of my time (a good thing financially) and I've had some family challenges (my elderly parents are well, elderly and needing more attention). I have seen your messages and they have helped motivate me to continue with this story. Its going to be a bit of a slow burn but this chapter marks a major milestone in Jason's journey. Usual disclaimers apply (see chapter 1). Freshman Project: Jason (Part 3) Jason sat waiting at the table of the coffee house, slowly sipping his iced mocha frap. It was 4:10pm on Thursday and he was becoming increasingly resigned to having been stood up by Blake. He told himself he would give it five more minutes before trying to salvage some dignity by leaving. He looked down again at his phone and checked the time for the twentieth time in the last fifteen minutes. “I’m so sorry Jason,” said a nearly breathless voice from above him. Jason looked up saw Blake standing there, wearing a sweat soaked tank top and thin nylon workout shorts. Blake flashed his smile and Jason immediately forgot all about being made to wait, “Our team’s time in the weight room got bumped back so I didn’t get out of there till four. I tried to find a way to contact you today but apparently you didn’t sign in at the meeting, so I didn’t have your email or phone number.” “Huh, sign in? I didn’t know there was a sign in. Oh well no worries about being late, I wasn’t concerned,” lied Jason. “Cool, we should exchange numbers just in case something like this happens again,” said Blake as he sat down in the chair across the table from Jason. He noticed Jason was dressed up a bit more than the last time that he had seen him.. He had a nice button up shirt that framed his skinny body well and a pair of tight skinny jeans that looked like it was the first time they had been worn. Blake figured they were a purchase made after he got to school as he couldn’t image the boy wearing them back in Alabama around his religious family. Blake reached out and took a hold of one of Jason’s hands, prying it off the drink which he was clutching with both hands. Jason reacted by looking directly at Blake, something he tended to avoid doing that often. Blake smiled and said, “I hope I’m not being too forward, but do you want to go over to my apartment, its just a couple blocks off campus, and talk there? I know I said we would talk more here first, but I think I need a shower and I’m too jacked up from an energy drink I had before my workout to want any coffee.” While Blake was talking he gently ran his thumb over the back of Jason’s hand. Jason resisted the urge to immediately say yes, he did not want to appear too eager; he did not want Blake to think he was a slut, as if a virgin could be a slut. So he counted to three in his head before answering, “Yeah, I guess that would be fine, I could see you not wanting to sit there all sweaty.” The matter agreed to, Jason quickly downed the rest of his drink, giving himself brain freeze. He tried to act cool, but there really isn’t any way to do that while a chunk of ice is trapped where your sinuses meet the back of your throat. Blake licked his lips and said, “You look really cute when you are making faces, I bet you look amazing when you have your O face.” Jason blushed. He wondered if Blake was teasing him or flirting with him. He forced himself to laugh as he heard Blake laughing. Jason followed Blake to his apartment. In the ten minute walk they talked about Blake being on the swim team. He wasn’t a star and he wasn’t attending on scholarship. The school was limited to the equivalent of about ten full time scholarships and Blake wasn’t good enough to receive one. Still he enjoyed swimming and liked competing even if he was not getting to the podium that often. The season was just about to start and they had their first meet during the coming weekend. Currently they had practice every morning starting at six and then either alternated in the afternoon between another swim practice and time in the weight room. Today they were scheduled for the weight room but the football team was late getting out of there. The school’s football was in the top twenty-five and got whatever resources they wanted, while the other sports took got the football and basketball teams’ crumbs. Blake explained that he was paying for college through student loans, but was doing pretty well with his side hustle so it was manageable. Jason asked what his side hustle was but Blake just gave him a non-responsive answer, “Just a lot of different things to make a buck.” Jason did not press any further on the subject. When they got to the apartment, Blake plopped down on the couch saying he was exhausted from his workout and needed to sit down for a bit, asking if Jason minded that he postponed the shower. “Um, no, that’s fine. You don’t stink or anything,” said Jason again regretting that he did not shut up after the first sentence. “Good to know,” said Blake with a smirk. He patted the seat next to him on the couch with one hand as he grabbed the remote with the other, “You ever seen the series Heartstopper?” Jason sat down on Blake’s left, making sure he was close but not touching, “No, what’s it about?” “Oh you sheltered little gayby. It’s British. It’s about a gay boy that has a crush on a jock. I think it’s right up your ally,” said Blake as he turned on the TV. He reached his left arm around and set it on the back of the couch behind Jason, making sure the boy got a good whiff of his sweaty pit. After they finished the first episode, Blake got up and grabbed his weed pipe and a bag of Indica. He sat down next to Jason, closing the gap so that their sides were now in contact. “Do you, uh, partake?” asked Blake as set the pipe and weed down on the coffee table. “Um, I don’t know. Won’t you get in trouble with the swim team, I heard at orientation that anyone participating in athletics were subject to drug tests,” answered Jason. “They stopped testing for pot when it became legal in the state. They just don’t mention that to the students cause they don’t want to encourage it,” laughed Blake. “Oh, I just never thought about it. It wasn’t really available at my school, unless you were willing to hang around with the, uh, bad kids since it’s illegal in Alabama,” said Jason. “Bad kids? What made them bad?” asked Blake. “Uh, yeah, I don’t know. I guess that’s just my dad talking. I’ve never smoked marijuana before but I’m willing to give it a try if you promise not to make fun of me,” said Jason. Blake told him the basics of how to smoke it and after Jason’s first sputtering and coughing hit, offered to teach Jason how to shotgun a hit, keeping his lips just millimeters away from the naïve boy’s lips. Once they were both good and stoned, they resumed watching TV, but this time Blake was more aggressive and wrapped his arm around Jason and pulled him against him. Jason relaxed into Blake and leaned his head against the swimmer’s muscular chest. While Blake was all shaved and had a boyish look to him, his sweaty musk was all man. The weed was hitting Jason hard and making him want to lie down, he turned himself sideways and pulled his legs up onto the couch. Blake turned and look over at him. “If you want we can go watch this on my bed, I have a TV in there, it would probably be more comfortable.” “Sure, but I don’t know if I have the energy to walk over there right now, I’m really stoned I guess,” said Jason. “No worries, I got you,” said Blake. He got up, pulling himself out from under Jason, who collapsed onto the couch. Blake reached over and hooked his arms under Jason’s shoulders and knees, then lifted the smaller boy up and carried him into the his bedroom and gently tossed him onto his king size bed. He piled the pillows up at the head of the bed then climbed in next to Jason. He started the show back up on the bedroom TV then asked, “You don’t mind if I take my shirt off do you?” “Uh, no go ahead,” said Jason. He openly ogled Blake as the young man stripped off his tight tank top. He was too busy staring at Blake’s chest to realize what Blake was doing when the older boy reached over and grabbed the bottom of Jason’s shirt. “I think we’d both be more comfortable with your shirt off as well,” said Blake as he pulled Jason’s shirt off. Jason was too stoned to let his shyness stop Blake. After they were both bare chested, they resumed their cuddling as they watched the show. Jason was now on Blake’s right side. Blake slowly maneuvered it so his Jason was curled up against his side with Jason’s head on his chest and the boy’s leg over his. He stretched his arm down Jason’s back and let his hand rest on top of his ass. They watched the teens in the series developing their relationship while occasionally sharing another shotgun of weed from the pipe and baggie of weed that Blake had stashed in his nightstand. Blake kept rubbing his hand along Jason back from just under the shoulders to all the way to the bottom of the twink’s bubble butt. Jason being high, was enjoying the touch and without even thinking about it was rubbing his hand up and down Blake’s torso, every now and then going lower to brush against the growing bulge in Blake’s workout shorts. When Jason’s hand was down near his shorts and brushing against his semi-hard cock, Blake grabbed the boy’s hand with his left hand and moved the inexperienced boy’s hand directly on top of his cock, “Go ahead, feel it.” Jason ran his hand over Blake’s cock feeling it getting harder through the soft nylon shorts. The bulge grew without really lengthening all that much. Blake shifted on the bed and pulled his shorts down, revealing a white jockstrap that was struggling to contain his cock. As soon as he resumed his position laying on his back, Jason’s right hand was back rubbing and gently exploring the bulging pouch of Blake’s jock. Meanwhile Blake slipped his hand under the back of Jason’s jeans and underwear, running his finger along the virgin boy’s crack. “Go on boy, I know you want to smell it,” said Blake, his usual relaxed surfer boy voice suddenly having a more commanding tone. He grabbed Jason’s hair with his left hand and pulled the boy’s head down to his crotch. He held the boy’s head against his sweat, piss, and cum stained jock. He had made sure to jack a load into the jock before he left to the weight room that afternoon. Jason could not help himself, he was no longer in control of himself; the drugs and Blake’s commanding presence had taken over. He buried his nose in the jock pouch, feeling the hard cock under the knit fabric. He took a deep breath through his nose, taking in Blake’s intoxicating scent. “Mmmmm,” he moaned. “Yeah, your going to be a good boy for me aren’t you Jason,” said Blake as he ran his right middle finger over Jason’s asshole while using his left hand to press the boy’s face against his jockstrap covered cock. “Yes Blake,” said Jason. He was harder then he had ever been before. “Boy, when we are in private you will call me Sir or Master. If you want this cock, if you want me to release it from my jockstrap and let you suck it, you need to agree to be mine this year. You want this cock in your mouth don’t you boy?” growled Blake. Jason’s mind was all over the place. The combination of the potent smell of Blake’s manliness and the strong weed had him barely able to form a coherent thought. He just knew that he was harder than he had ever been in his life and he wanted more. He wanted, no needed to see Blake’s cock and have it in his mouth. He needed to taste Blake’s cock and his cum. “Yes,” he whispered. “Yes, what?” said Blake firmly. Jason’s response was barely audible, “Yes Master.” When the boy chose Master instead of Sir in that moment, Blake knew that Jason was his. Now he needed to make sure Jason knew it as well, “What was that Boy, I couldn’t hear you?” “Yes Master,” said Jason slightly louder. “Louder bitch,” Blake commanded. “YES MASTER,” yelled Jason.

The naked Mediterranean Cruise became a yearly event for us. David always volunteered his ass for the captain’s opening demonstration to set the tone of the excursion. The rest of the year David was sexually very conservative. But for that holiday he let loose in every way. Mostly David topped me, and despite my barebacking promiscuity he was content to play raw with me and he bred me often. Once in a blue moon he would want me to top him, and this was almost always with me wearing a condom. The only times he would let me raw fuck him were those rare times I brought home a clear STD report and had refrained from sex with others between the blood test and getting the results. When I made this effort, he rewarded me with the chance to breed him. The next day, if he wanted to bottom (rarely), I would need to suit up. I didn’t blame him because it was a rare day that my ass wasn’t getting filled by strangers. About ten months ago I had outstanding sex with a mid-thirty’s cub. Not only was he cute as a button with his dimpled cheek smile and mischievous big brown eyes, but he had the dirtiest mouth for none stop sex talk. Flip fucking with him was so natural. I rarely repeated with my tricks but sex with him from the first time just screamed for more. We had met in the bathhouse but began meeting up every other day at his place for the first month. When he learned I was poz he wondered if I had knocked anybody up. I was hesitant at first, but he was very persistent and pried out of me every detail of my early stealthing adventures. He loved these stories, and he was soon pressuring me to go off meds so that I could infect him. I adamantly refused. I was seeing him so often that I told David about my cub friend Stew. I reassured David that Stew was not coming between us. David had me invite Stew for dinner. To say they did not hit it off is putting it mildly. From moment one they hated each other. David told me I had every right to enjoy my friends, I just needed to know that he would not be a friend of Stew’s. Stew and my fucks continued at Stew’s place. That was until one week David had to go away on a work trip. I was a little uncomfortable, but Stew practically moved in for the week and we fucked morning, noon and night. Three months later was my annual sex excursion to the clothing optional hotel in Palm Springs. As with my first time there I always went alone in homage to my childhood friend Peter. The pool boy, I now knew his name, Tim, had advanced to general manager. He had forgiven me for stealth pozing him and we always had a great sex reunion during my annual two week stay. This time he had taken on a lover; a gorgeous young muscular black bar tender with the stereotypical black man’s huge penis. I was frequently invited into their bedroom where, as you can imagine, I was often riding that huge raw black dick. Ben, the black lover, also loved to get fucked so Tim and I often bred him. Ben loved to feltch out my load and snowball it into my mouth. I was a bit surprised that it had the sweetness of the old days when I had been toxic, but I really didn't give this much thought. The new pool boy and the cleaning boy were also frequent recipients of my medicated poz load. As usual I had a great time both at the hotel and on my frequent hikes in the dessert. Early in my stay Stew sent me an email tell me that he was fighting a bad flu bug. I emailed back saying I hoped he felt better soon and then thought nothing of it. The night I got home David had a surprise for me. We had a bottle of expensive wine with dinner, talked a lot about our upcoming Mediterranean Cruise and as we went to bed, he asked me to fuck him. I was happy to oblige and suited up my medicated undetectable cock. David was uncharacteristically amorous and talkative during our fuck. He’d been reading up about undetectable = untransmitable. He talked about how much he liked getting bred on the cruise. He hinted that he thought it would be hot if he let me breed him. This talk turned me on even more than his body usually did. At some point when we were changing positions for me to lie on my back, he looked at me with an impish grin, winked at me and proceeded to remove the condom. When he moved to sit on my raw cock I asked; “Are you sur? This is not like on the cruise. I’ve not been tested for STD’s and just had unprotected sex with more than a dozen men. We know I’m undetectable, but we don’t know what I might have picked up.” He looked me square in the eye and said; “Makes this fuckin hot then doesn’t it. Tell me if you don’t want me to ride you raw. Tell me you don’t want to put your naked dick in my ass. Tell me you don’t want to breed your lovers vulnerable guts.” “Fuck David, when you put it like that. I don’t know what’s gotten into my man, but fuck yeah, just sit on down.” He did. It was always amazing to be in him raw and his brazen attitude only turned me on more. He rode me until I could barely hold back. “I’m close, are you sure you want my questionable sperm?” “Cum in me.” I was already spewing. It took me a week to get to the clinic and get tested. I had blown three more loads into my lover. It was like we were honeymooners with his openness to taking my undetectable yet questionable loads. In the middle of that week, I got a panicked phone call from my fuck buddy, former pool boy, Tim in Palm Springs. Three of his staff appeared to be in the throws of ‘the fuck flu’. Ben his lover, the new pool boy and the cleaner. All of whom I had liberally fucked and bred on my recent visit. The other two had taken several loads from other guests in the weeks before their illness. Ben claimed that other than Tim I was the only person to have painted his guts. I didn’t say anything to Tim but I thought to myself, Ben must be lying. What I did ask Tim was; “If they were taking loads from strangers, why were they not on Prep?” “That’s the most bizarre part of this.” Tim responded. “They all are. And none had even missed taking one dose.” “What the fuck!” “I know, bizarre, right? Anyway I just called to let you know and suggest maybe you should consider getting tested. You know, just in case.” “Yeah I was planning on going, I just hadn’t got around to it. I hope they feel better soon. Thank God for good meds these days. I’m sorry for them, but we know they are likely going to be ok.” “Yeah. Thanks bud, let’s stay in touch.” I was a bit shaken by Tim’s call, but it still took me a couple days to get to the clinic. As I left the clinic my cell phone rang. It was one of David’s work mates. David had taken suddenly and violently ill in a meeting. They had called an ambulance, and he was in the emergency department. ‘Could I get there as quickly as possible?’. I called an Uber and was at the hospital within the half hour. David had slipped into a comma and had been rushed to the ICU. I was flabbergasted and could hardly hear the questions I was being asked. They wanted to know about any recent travels we had been on. I mentioned my trip to California. Thankfully his workmate had stayed around to later remind me David had been to Africa on a work trip. I gapped on this in my stressed state. The medical staff asked about our sexual practices. I told them we barebacked. Mostly David topped me. Yes, he always came in my ass. But I assured them, ‘I’ve been undetectable for years’. They wondered if anything had changed recently. I blanched, every drop of blood draining from my face. I shamefully admitted that I had been breeding David recently. “Oh fuck, did I give him a powerful STD? Is this my fault?” Rappid HIV tests were added to the growing list of diagnostic blood samples taken from David. Despite my protestations that I had been undetectable for many years they also gave me one. I almost fainted when they told me the results. We both tested positive for HIV. My counts were indeed very detectable, David’s counts were through the roof! I was dumbfounded! I racked my brain, but I was sure I hadn’t missed a single dose. They gave me some kind of pill I was so deeply distraught. They were tempted to admit me to the psych ward until David’s work mate promised to take me home and stay with me until I was calm and safe. I could barely stand to look at David with all those tubes and monitor wires. I wept as I kissed him before being escorted away from his bed. Once we got home David’s work mate made me a cup of tea. I sat slouched on the couch. Through my tear saturated eyes, I made out an envelope on the coffee table with my name on it. I opened the envelope and took out the letter, but I couldn’t make out the hand writing. I asked David’s workmate to read it to me when he brought the tea. He read a bit in silence. It was his turn to turn white as a ghost. He cautioned me, ‘did I really want him to read something so personal?’ I begged him to read it out loud.” “Dear Amazing Fuck Buddy” Stew never bothered to learn my name. That’s all he ever called me, even in front of David. No wonder David hated him. I knew this letter was from Stew. “Thanks for the last few months, it’s been a fucking blast! Thanks especially for the gift of pozing me!!! I know as you read this you are thinking; ‘What the fuck, I’m undetectable.” But here’s the thing. You aren’t. Remember I had the flu when you were in California? It wasn’t just the flu. It was the fuck flu. And you gave it to me. How do I know that? Because when you refused to go off meds to ‘gift’ me I took matters into my own hands. I kept flushing your HIV meds down the toilet and replaced them with a placebo. You’ve been shooting toxic cum for over a month now. I made sure to not let any other guy breed me so that I could be sure I was infected with your strain. It is so fuckin hot to me knowing this. I have something precious from you that I’ll carry for the rest of my life. I wish I knew how many other unsuspecting guys you have pozed since becoming toxic again. With so many fags on Prep, I’m sure it’s not nearly as many as I might have hoped with my little scheme but I suspect with your frequency of play there would be a few. How I wish David was taking your cum. I’d love to know you and I were responsible for that little prig getting knocked up. Don’t bother trying to find or get in touch with me. I’ve left town without a trace for you or the police to follow. My only regret is that you will switch back to the real HIV drugs as fast as you can. You’ll keep denying us chasers what we most deeply crave.” It was signed; “Your evil fuck buddy Stew (yeah, that’s not my real name)” I had never heard or seen his last name, real or made up. And his apartment was a sublet condo. The out-of-town owner had never seen ‘Stew’ nor checked to see if his fake references even existed. There indeed was no way to track him and no way that charges could be pressed. With all the stress I was under it took me a few days to remember Tim’s call. At first, I was too afraid to call him with the truth of my toxicity but eventually my conscience caught up with me. I could barely get the words out through my tears; “Tim, something terrible has happened.” I proceeded to tell him what the man I knew as Stew had done to me. I knew I couldn’t poz guys on Prep, but David had never been on it. At this point I crumbled into weeping. Eventually he syphered my devastation at having infected David and that David was still in a coma. He shared his shock and condolences and assured me we could continue our talk the next day when I might be a little more composed. I knocked myself out with tranquilizers, slept fitfully, and called Tim after my visit to David’s bedside the next day. I could hardly believe Tim’s story of what had happened to his lover Ben and his staff, the pool and cleaning boys. Tim had an affair end very badly. The guy worked as a pharmacy assistant at the drug store that all three of the young men got their Prep through. He had been able to substitute their Prep subscriptions with a totally useless prescription. Turned out none of them had been on Prep for the two weeks before my visit. Chances were that I had unsuspectingly knocked all three of them up. The insanely jealous pharmacy assistant had not been anywhere near as smart as ‘Stew’. He had been quickly apprehended after the three victimized young men’s ‘Prep prescriptions’ had been checked and found to be not Prep at all. I got off the phone feeling like a steamship had just hit me and knocked me to the bottom of the ocean. In my hazy thinking I began to obsess about how many other guys I had recently bred. How many of the guys that had raw fucked me might have had nicks on their dicks? With my racing mind I began to hyperventilate. It would take a few more days before I would get my slow HIV results from my regular blood work. Sure enough I was not only HIV positive, no surprise, I had been for many years, but I was also detectable. “Stew’, whatever his real name was indeed had managed to make me toxic again. At the same time David’s more thurow test also came back. It turned out his rapid test had been in error. He was negative for HIV. He was positive for a very rare virus that he had picked up on his work trip. The medical staff had not told me that this is what they fully expected as they had never had a new seroconversion go into a coma. They were now able to get him on the best meds and he was out of the coma, and even though weak, back home very soon. I got back on my antiretrovirals as quickly as possible, but needless to say, this deeply sobering experience had slowed down my libido considerably. That is until three months later when my childhood friend and HIV father Peter came to me in a dream. After he vigorously pumped his load into my ass and had gathered his breath back he said; “Ok my promiscuous friend. You’ve taken a long enough break. It’s time to pick yourself up, dust yourself off, and get that marvelous hungry ass of yours out there again.” And as you know, having read this long complex story, I have always listened to my childhood friend Peter and followed his instructions. As I wrote this last chapter I have five anonymous loads mixing together in my guts. David told me as I left this morning; "Fuck night. And I’m looking forward to you pumping your load into me, unlike our most usual rolls. Let's use the cum mix you bring home as lube." You might be wondering. Yes he has gone on PreP. Once in a blue moon he comes home with an anonymous load or two of his own to surprise me. That is of course until our annual clothing optional cruise during which both our holes are wet, stretched, and sloppy every day. The End

Love being loaded 😈😈

Birthday treat to myself. Turned the ex into a POZ t pig

Usual Disclaimers, this is a work of fiction, all characters are of legal age. Part 1 pretty much sets up the initial premise of the story as well as a few of the main characters. Feedback and suggestions welcome. Although if the story isn't your cup of tea, just please move along. Thank you. FRESHMAN PROJECT: Jason (Part 1) Jason took a deep breath, gathering up his courage, then pulled the door open and stepped inside. The lobby of the college LGBTQIA+ center was decorated in rainbow colors and the walls were covered with a mix of affirmations about being queer and safer sex messages. There were several hallways leading deeper into the building on either side of a reception desk. A butch lesbian in her mid-twenties was seated behind the desk. She looked up and gave Jason a welcoming smile, “How can I help you?” she said. “Um, well, uh,” stuttered Jason. “You here for the Gay & Bi Male Identified Discussion Group and Mingle?” she asked. “Uh, yeah,” said Jason blushing. “Welcome, it’s down the hallway to your right, second door on the right,” she said pointing to the hallway on her left,. “It’s just about to start so you better hurry, I’m Kat by the way, if you are interested in learning about volunteer opportunities come stop by after the meeting,” she said. “Uh, okay, maybe, I’m Jason,” said Jason as he forced himself to smile then proceeded to head down the indicated hallway. He found the correct door, it had a sign, “Gay/Bi Male Identified Discussion Group and Mingle, 7-9pm Every Tuesday”. He saw there was a mirror next to the door so he justified stalling a bit to make sure he looked okay. He brushed his light brown bangs off his forehead. He had always kept his hair very short at home, but let it grow about a bit before heading off to college. He guessed he was sort of attractive as there had always been girls interested in him, but he put them off saying his family did not want him dating in high school. He had blue eyes and still was not able to grow much in the way of facial hair, so he only had to shave his pale face once a week or so. The thing he hated most about himself was that he was fairly skinny and had never been able to put much muscle on his 5’7” frame. “Okay coward, it’s now or never,” he said to his reflection before turning towards the door. He still stood in front of the door for a few seconds, fighting the urge to flee. Eventually he pushed through it and opened the door. Inside there were approximately a dozen guys ranging in age from 18 to mid-20’s. Some were seated in chairs that were in a ring dominating the center of the room and a few were standing outside the ring chatting with each other. There was a table with sodas, water, and a few snacks against the far wall. Jason’s eyes were immediately drawn to a gorgeous masculine guy that was standing off to his left talking to another guy. The hunk looked like a mix between and surfer bro and a clean cut college athlete. He had wavy blond hair that framed his handsome face perfectly. His body was muscular without being thick. He appeared to be just over six feet tall and didn’t appear to have an ounce of fat on him. He was wearing a light gray t-shirt that showed off his broad shoulders and firm muscles. He wore a pair of skin tight black jeans that had a noticeable bulge in the crotch. When he laughed, his smile and bright white teeth seemed to light up the room. Jason guess he was likely in his early twenties, which would make him an upperclassman or maybe a first year grad student. He was everything Jason dreamed about when he was masturbating in the shower back home at his family’s house. The student he was talking was the complete opposite. He was either Jason’s age or maybe a year older at most. He was about the same height as Jason, 5’6” and even skinnier than Jason who only weighted about 130 pounds. He was wearing a tight pink tank and a pair of skimpy red running shorts that were stretched tight around a firm bubble butt. The outfit left a gap between the tank top and the shorts, revealing a tramp stamp tattoo on the boy’s lower back. Jason couldn’t quite make out what he said from across the room. The boy also had several piercings in his ears as well as multiple tribal design tattoos on his arms and legs. His hair was died purple on the top with the sides shaved. ‘What a fag,’ thought Jason, his internalized homophobia making him look down on the boy for being so obviously gay, which was a stark contrast to Jason’s dream guy he was talking with. Jason realized he was staring at the pair, so he quickly turned and headed to the table with the snacks and drinks, avoiding the two by heading around the other side of the circle of chairs from where they were standing. Jason said hello to several of the other students that were hanging around the snack table. He grabbed a bottle of water so he had something to keep his hands occupied and hopefully hide his nervousness. After just a couple minutes, Jason’s dream guy, broke off his conversation with the fag boy and walked into the center of the circle of chairs. “Okay everyone, it’s time to start, everyone please take a seat so we can begin. For the fresh meat, er, I mean new comers, my name is Blake and I’m the group facilitator,” he said. Jason quickly found a seat and stared at the floor. ‘Maybe I made a mistake,’ he thought. He had grown up in a conservative household, his parents were devout evangelical Christians, in a conservative southern town. He knew he was gay from a young age but had always been too scared to act on it, let alone admit it to anyone. Now he was halfway across the country at a very liberal university on the coast of California just a short drive away from San Francisco. His father had tried to convince Jason to go to Liberty University, but Jason and gotten himself accepted with a full scholarship at an elite private university. While his parents weren’t happy about it, they said that since he was an adult, he could make his own choices now. Still, Jason was struggling with the thought of actually admitting to another person, let alone a room full of people, that he was gay. “So let’s start with introductions,” instructed Blake as he took his seat. Jason noticed that he did not sit next the flamboyant twink he had been talking with, which gave Jason hope that they weren’t a couple, “I’ll go first, as I just said my name is Blake. For those that don’t know me yet, I’m a senior this year. I’m doing a double major in Psychology and Education. I’m also on the swim team and if anyone is interested in trying out let me know and I can give you the details. I identify as gay. As an ice breaker, my idea of a great evening is listening to some music and snuggling with a cute guy.” There were a couple quiet chuckles from a few of the guys and the twink Blake had been talking with rolled his eyes and said, “Oh honey.” Jason had trouble focusing on the others as they introduced themselves. He kept trying to sneak glances at Blake but it seemed every time he looked towards him, Blake turned from whoever was speaking and smiled at Jason, which made Jason blush and stare back down at his feet. “As most of you already know, my name is Aiden,” said the boy that Jason had seen talking with Blake earlier. He had a stereotypical ‘gay voice’ and very over the top mannerisms, talking a lot with his hands. “I’m a sophomore and still haven’t figured out what major is going to be…” he was saying until he was interrupted by one of the guys on the other side of the circle shouting out. “You’re majoring in dick,” said the interrupter. Several of the guys laughed. “No cross talk Roger,” scolded Blake. Turning towards Aiden, he said “Please continue Aiden.” Aiden gave a smug smile then continued, “Well anyway, I identify as a cum dump and I’d say what my idea of a perfect evening was but I got told not to be so graphic at the end of last years meetings.” Again there were a few knowing chuckles. Jason was feeling nauseous, it was a combination of knowing there were just a couple more students until it was his turn to speak and warring emotions inside of him, he was both repulsed by Aiden and jealous of him. “Hey, it’s your turn if you would like to share,” said Blake to Jason. Jason had zoned out and now he was dying of embarrassment. “Um, uh, sorry,” he stammered. “My name’s Jason, I’m a freshman. I’m from a small town in Alabama,” he said trying to not look at Blake. “Isn’t his accent precious,” injected Aiden. “Let him finish,” scolded Blake. “Yes Sir,” snapped Aiden as he dramatically straightened up in his chair and smirked at Blake. There was an awkward silence before Jason continued, “Uh, I’m still debating between Political Science as a prelude to law school or maybe History and Education. I’m not sure how I identify yet, I think I’m gay as girls never really made me feel the way inside that I do when I think about guys. I really don’t know what a perfect night would be, I’ve never been on a date before,” Jason realized he was starting to ramble and overshare out of nervousness. He fought the urge to jump up and run out of the room. He expected the other guys in the room to start laughing at him but instead he some most of them of them were just quietly nodding and giving him welcoming smiles. “Thank you Jason. Don’t worry about picking a major or an identity. There will be plenty of time for you to figure everything out. That is what college is for, it helps you find out who you really are and lets you become what you were meant to be,” said Blake. The guy next to Jason started his introduction and Jason again had trouble focusing. After all the introductions were done, Blake led a discussion about safer-sex. He explained that it was a requirement from the university that the first night’s topic for all the student groups was to go over all the safer sex resources available at the campus health clinic including STD screening and PrEP for any students that felt they were a high risk for HIV. Blake also demonstrated on a banana how to apply a condom and that university recommended them for oral and anal sex as well as using a dental dam for rimming, all of which was available to students for free and both the health clinic and the LGBTQIA+ Student Center, which everyone just called the Rainbow Center since most of them kept stumbling over all the letters. After the presentation was over Blake announced that they still had the room for another half hour if people wanted to stay and mingle some more. Jason jumped up and was about to bolt for the door when Blake quickly crossed across the circle and stopped him, “Hey Jason you got a sec?” “Uh, sure I guess,” said Jason trying to not appear as the huge mess he felt he was at the moment. “I want to say it took a lot of courage for you to come here tonight. Coming out is tough and its hard if you are doing it all by yourself. If you would like to talk sometime we can grab a coffee at the Student Union and have a bit more relaxed chat, not in front of the big crazy group like these guys. Would you be interested in that?” asked Blake. Jason gulped. This smart, amazingly handsome jock senior was offering to have a coffee with him. Jason fought his instincts which were driving him right into fight or flight mode. “Um yeah, okay,” he said. “Great, does 3pm tomorrow work with your class schedule?” asked Blake. Jason couldn’t remember if it did or not but quickly replied, “Sure.” “Perfect, it’s a date,” laughed Blake. He saw a look of panic pass over Jason’s face, so he quickly added, “Just a phrase, no pressure Jason, I’m sorry.” “Uh okay, um, well,” sputter Jason, his words failing him. Fortunately Blake bailed him out, “Okay see you tomorrow at three,” he said as he reached out and gave the shorter boy a gentle squeeze on his shoulder. They said their goodbyes and Jason finally got his wish to flee the meeting. After the new boy had left, Aiden walked over to Blake. “So, he seems interesting,” said Aiden with a smirk. “Yeah, I think I found this year’s Freshman Project already,” said Blake with a big smile. “Do you think he will be as easy to convert as I was?” asked Aiden. “Depends on which definition of convert you are talking about,” replied Blake with a laugh. “Both,” said Aiden laughing as well. “Speaking of that, I missed you this summer, you started meds yet?” asked Blake. “I missed that pussy wrecker of yours. My t-cells are holding up so far so I haven’t started any yet, want to get as many strains as I can before I have to start. I’d love a recharge of yours if you are offering,” said Aiden as he leaned into the muscular swimmer who had been his gifter last fall. “Sure come by my apartment tomorrow after 9pm, I’m sure I’ll have good load worked up after spending a few hours with that naive southern boy. You going to want to pick up any party favors for the weekend as well?” asked Blake as he reached down and gave Aiden’s ass cheek a hard squeeze. “Yes please, I’ve already got quite a few guys lined up who also missed me over the summer,” teased Aiden. “Well keep some time available for me, I’m going to need to breed that ass of yours a lot until I got Jason broken in,” said Blake. “Well then for my sake I hope our little southern belle hangs on to her virginity for as long as she can,” said Aiden. “Oh come now Aide, you know he’s going to be pregnant with my babies before the Thanksgiving break, particularly if he meets Miss Tina,” said Blake, an evil gleam in his eye.

Xmas Eve: just got back from the sauna. Was kinda quiet but sometimes that pays off... I had hopes for having fun with a guy who had a scorpion tattoo on his back just above his butt... but it wasn't to be. Instead I got cruised by a really nice rugby build guy - muscular but with soft edges. We started off upstairs in one sling and then the other, which was more comfortable for him as it was less high. We switched locations and fucked in the gym, the darkroom, and the jacuzzi-spa. I'm not quiet when getting railed, so we drew a small crowd each time. He had tons of stamina and I was glad of a short break each time we switched locations. Since it was getting close to closing time (7pm since it was xmas eve) we went upstairs to the sling again for a grand finale. After he finished (second load from him) I stayed in the sling for a while hoping others who hadn't dropped their loads already might want to do so before closing. Put the towel over my face so I couldn't see and stayed a while to see what happens. Not long before I felt probing fingers and then a cock. Decided not to peek and let things happen... it could have been any one of about five or six guys who were left. Whoever it was didn't last long, which I was grateful for as the previous guy had been unrelenting and I was a bit sore. Now I'm home and looking back it is very horny thought that I'll never know who that was. Anon can mean just not knowing who they are but not seeing them at all is a whole new level and one I plan to revisit.

I've already got most of part 4 finished and will post it before the New Year.

My partner is away this weekend and we both got super horny FaceTiming each other, I was using the fuck machine to his orders getting pounded by some large toys. While he watched me he decided to invite a few of our fuck group to come and load me up without my knowledge I didn't know about it till he told me a min before the first guy was at the door, he unlicked the door for him remotely (god bless technology) and announced on the HomePod that I was waiting upstairs. he got up, got me off the fuck machine and slammed his dick in, I was already opened up and lubed that he didn't have any resistance shoving his 10" all the way in. while I was being pounded my partner kept on inviting more and more to come and let them in all while he was watching me getting railed and giving instructions to the tops to pound me harder and harder. It was so hot being controlled like that! by then I think I took about 20 plus loads from 11 guys that came over and my hole got completely wrecked by them, double penetrating me and having a dick in my mouth. Best part was when my partner asked the guys in the room he wants to see them fist my cunt and they all cheered. I was on my back and one by one they fisted me, some slow and deep, some punch fucking my puffy hole lips. then another round of fucking to load me up before shoving a huge plug to keep all the loads up my cunt for my partner till he arrives back in a few hours. Can't wait for him to pull the plug out and have his way with my hole.

'Sub male wanted for full time slave. Must willing to submit to ABSOLUTELY anything this Master will require, want and demand. Status, age, ethnicity, looks, are unimportant. Must be completely submissive and have no other commitments and willing to relocate permanently' He read the message again. He already knew it by heart but, it still excited him. He'd responded to the ad almost five weeks ago and had a reply within just a few hours. The Master had asked many questions about him. Was he HIV positive or have any STDs? No. Was he a total submissive? Yes. Did he have anyone that would miss him, family or friends he was close to? No. How old was he? 22. What was his weight? 11 stone. How tall was he? 5ft 10". What experience of BDSM and CBT did he have? Very little, just getting his arse smacked really. Was he cut? No. There were numerous other questions but, he'd forgotten most of them except; I would modify you, you understand that you would have no choice on what I would do to you once you submit to me and once you give yourself to me, it is forever, no going back? Yes, I understand. This last statement made his cock, already semi hard jump to attention. Fully erect it began to leak precum. Now he stood at the entrance to a farmhouse somewhere in the middle of nowhere. It had taken most of a day to get here. A bus, a train, a taxi and an hour walk. He was shaking, partly with the cold but mostly in nervous anticipation. His cock was leaking again. This place really was in the middle of nowhere. He been instructed by the Master where be dropped by the taxi, presumably so nobody would know where he'd gone if anyone ever looked for him. Not that they would. He'd only really been casually acquainted with a few work colleagues but, he told them he was going travelling so didn't have any forwarding address. He approached the farm house and as instructed entered through the unlocked front door and closed it behind him. He undressed, also and previously instructed. The house was large, with large rooms and high ceilings. It was pleasantly warm on his bare skin. A large wooden door was slightly ajar and now, completely naked, he pushed open the door and entered a large lounge. A tall man stood with his back to an open fire. "You actually came boy, I'm surprised. A few have said they were willing but have never arrived. Turn around, let me look at you" He had been told prior to coming that he was longer to use his given name. He was to forget that name and his life before as it would now be irrelevant. He would be called "Boy" or, when referred to as "It" He turned around letting his new master peruse his body. He felt very self conscious, embarrassed, nervous and even a little afraid. The Master stepped closer, to within a few inches of him. The Master looked slightly overweight. He had very short cropped hair and a short neat beard. He reached a hand forward and cupped it under his chin, staring into his eyes and observing his features. He ran a hand down to the boys crutch, cupping his testicles and caressing them gently before making and approving grunt. "Turn round and bend over" This made the boys cock jerk which was noticed by the Master. "Have to do something about that" He said, which made the boys cock jump even more enthusiastically. "Pull you cheeks apart" The boy did as he was told. Another approving grunt. After the inspection he was shown to a bedroom with an en suite bathroom and told to clean himself properly inside and out. There was a douch attached to a shower hose specifically for the purpose. The douch was small in diameter and he was able to easily slide it inside himself to achieve the required result. Next he used the soap to cleanse his exterior. As instructed he had already removed all hair from his body and head before arrival. He loved the clean feeling of being devoid of any hair. It felt very sexy and even more naked than with hair. After showering he dried himself and went back into the bedroom. The Master was waiting for him with an envelope in his hand. He handed it to the boy. "You must read it properly and fully understand its contents before signing it. Take your time as once you sign it, it's understood that you are bound by it. If there is anything you don't understand speak to me. The boy wasn't expecting a contract, which this obviously was but he nodded his head and said "Yes Sir" There was nothing in the paperwork that they hadn't already discussed. It was very detailed but easily understood. The only thing he was unsure of was whether to sign it in his former, given name. When asked, the Master had said yes and that it was the last time that name would ever be used. He signed it. The Master took the letter and the boy to follow him. They went into an adjacent room and Master placed the envelope in an old steel safe. He turned "Your mine now. You may come regret that, infact I guarantee you will at times but, so be it. You have sealed your destiny now. Come let's start your indoctrination. He was led into yet another room. In the middle of the room was a wooden bench. It was about eight feet in length and five feet across. In the centre of the bench was a hole. Around the room were various slings leather straps, whips and other sex toys. "On the bench face face down. Put your cock and balls through the hole" The boy did as he was told convinced the Master would perform some sexual act on him that would make cum. He hadn't masterbated for almost a week in anticipation of what was to come today. The Master tied the boys hands to two leather straps on each side of the bench and his legs, at the ankles to the bottom corners of the bench so that his legs were spread far apart, almost painfully at full stretch. His fully erect cock, which was hanging through the hole, was then secured to the underside of the bench, very tightly with another strap. Something was then secured around his scrotum above his testicles. It was very tight. He could feel the master doing something else with the item securing his scrotum but didn't know what. Suddenly it was clear what he'd been doing as a very heavy weight was released and his scrotum and testicles were stretched to, what felt like, their limit. The boy cried out as the heavy weight swung to and frow taking his balls with it. "I'm going to fuck you now boy. Going to consummate our relationship. When I give you my seed you will be mine forever. You will be pregnant and carry my babies, my poz babies. They will infect every cell in your body and you will become part of me" The boys cock was dripping copious amounts of precum now. He was so turned on. This is what he had wanted so badly. "Yes Sir please Sir, make me yours" "Remember what we said boy, no lube to make sure I impregnate you" "Yes Sir" The Master removed all his clothes. For first time the boy saw his Masters huge engorged cock. It was at least 10 inched long and thick, thicker than he'd taken before. He was very hairy. A complete opposite of his own smooth shaven, slim torso. The boys balls ached from heavy weights that seemed to be tearing from his body but he feared the pain of being fucked by this cock, without lube, as much as having his balls torn from him. He could feel the master position himself behind him now. His hairy body on his own smooth back. His cock head being pressed against his hole. Without any mercy the Master forced himself inside the boy, tearing at his sphincter and soft internal flesh of his hole. In 22 years the boy had never felt such pain. The Master fucked him hard, having no regard for pain he was causing. The boy had felt so full of cock. As painful as it was he didn't want it to stop. More than anything in the world he wanted this man's sperm, his poz sperm inside him. As the Master continued to fuck him his arse became more accustomed to his girth. After about 15 minutes of violent fucking the Master cried out as he pumped a huge load of thick poz cum into the boy "Now your mine, forever" The Master withdrew his cock from the boys arse and presented it to the boys mouth to cleaned. The boy noticed blood on the shaft as he took it greedily into his mouth. His Masters sperm would be swimming in his hole now. Finding the fissures and abrasions caused by the vigorous fucking. Swimming and forcing their way into his bloodstream and circulating around his body, eventually infiltrating and corrupting every cell in his body. ****To be continued *****

I get it. Many holes are tight when we start playing. But I want him to loosen up. I’m not a fan of tight holes. I’d rather have a loose sloppy hole that talks back to me while I fuck it.

my place…..

So here is part 2 which I wrote last night. I might get another one out this weekend, but then the pace will likely slow down as I have to work during the week. Freshman Project: Jason (Part 2) Jason met Blake at the coffee shop in the student center on Wednesday. Their conversation started out a little awkward but Blake used his psychology training to slowly get Jason to open up to him and tell him about his strict religious upbringing that he always internally rebelled against but outwardly complied with. Blake also got Jason to share that while his parents had let him come to school here, they had in effect cut him off, only being willing to cover a small part of the food and lodging expenses that had not been covered by his scholarships. Jason had gotten a part time job working in the food service department at the dorms so he could get a little bit of spending money. As a large percentage of the school were from wealthy families, Jason was embarrassed by having to cook their meals, at least he worked in the back and didn’t have to serve the food. Blake filed that information away for later, perhaps a financial incentive could be used to help motivate Jason. Blake also was able to coax Jason’s work and class schedule out of him by expressing a fear that Jason might be taking on too much. Finally he learned that Jason was in the freshman dorms and was in a shared unit. His roommate was a computer science major and spent most of his time in the room or the dorm lounge on his laptop coding. Blake shared little bits about his history as well. When Jason asked about his first time, Blake just let him know that he was having sex with his classmates since middle school, but who and what he considered his first real time was with his high school swimming coach, a man named Mark Malone. Jason had never been in the closet, so he had been openly flirting with the man all throughout high school with no luck, but after he turned eighteen and graduated, his now ex-coach had invited him to spend the weekend at his house the week after school let out. That weekend was a beginning of a summer of learning about himself as the coach gave Blake the education he desired. Blake learned what being a pig and having gay sex could really be like. What Blake failed to mention is that Mark had introduced him to crystal and by the end of the weekend had Blake begging for load after charged load from his former coach. Jason had both hoped and feared that Blake might invite him back to his apartment which was just a couple blocks off campus. So he had mixed feelings when Blake said his goodbyes without making the offer. As Blake was getting ready to get up, Jason mustered up his courage and said, “You know at the group how all the guys shared what they thought would be a perfect evening, well I really liked yours the best, I hope someday I can find a guy that might let me spend the evening cuddling with him as we just chill, you know.” Blake pretended to look shocked, “Really? It just seems that most guys want to hook up, fuck, and move on. I hope I’m not being too forward, but since you don’t have class until ten on Friday, would you be interested getting coffee again Thursday at four, I remember you mentioning Thursdays was one of your nights off, and then if you think it feels right, we can go to my place and just chill, listen to music or watch a movie, no sex I promise, but maybe some light cuddling if it seems we’d both be into it. Don’t worry your cherry will not be on the menu, I’m not going to pressure you to do anything you don’t want to do.” Jason blushed, there was so much he wanted to do but was too afraid to let anyone know. “Um, yeah, I think I can do that. Coffee on Thursday and then your place but only if we both want, I don’t want to impose on you. I’m sure you got a lot of guys wanting to spend time with you.” He instantly regretted saying that last part. Blake laughed, “You’d be surprised actually. Apparently I seem to intimidate a lot of our classmates and they think I’m out of their league. I haven’t dated more than about one guy from school a year. They usually don’t last over the summer though.” Jason took that opportunity to bring up Aiden, “So did you date Aiden?” Blake gave a wry smile. “You’re sharp, you picked up on that?” “Yeah, it just seemed the easy way you had talking with him at the group that there was something familiar between you too,” said Jason, finding it easier to talk to Blake as the conversation went on. He finally asked what he really wanted to ask, “He’s really flamboyant and well I guess just I don’t know how to say it other than really gay. Is that your type?” Blake paused a moment to let Jason think he was giving the question a lot of thought, “I don’t really have a set type, except that I tend to like guys that know what they want and are comfortable accepting themselves.” Jason couldn’t hide the disappointment on his face since he clearly knew that wasn’t him, “Oh.” “Hey wait a second there, don’t take that the wrong way, I’m not saying you aren’t my type or that you are my type, I wouldn’t do that to you while you are still trying to figure out who you are. Hell when I first met Aiden he was a lot like you. He may have even been worse, he was an army brat that didn’t have a father so much as a drill sergeant. He even showed up at college with a crew cut,” said Blake with a chuckle. Jason quietly asked, “So you made him that, uh, gay?” Blake shook his head and said, “No, I just gave him the opportunity to be whoever he wanted to be and accepted him for it. Ultimately it is why we broke up, he realized he did not want to be tied down...with a boyfriend. He actually does like to be tied down if you know what I mean.” Blake and Jason both laughed. “Yeah, I had the internet down in hicksville, I know what you mean,” said Jason. “Okay well I gotta head out, I hope to see you tomorrow,” said Blake. “Uh yeah, see you tomorrow at four,” replied Jason. As Blake got up from his chair and headed out, Jason noticed a large outline down the leg of Blake’s pants. Once again Jason’s stomach was in knots with a mix of fear and desire. 'Did I make him hard?" wondered Jason then smiled at the prospect that Blake might be into him in that way. *** Blake left the coffee house and headed to his apartment. He jumped in the shower and rinsed off, turning the water to cold before he hoped out to help him get himself under control. Jason’s mix of innocence and barely concealed desire was such an aphrodisiac. He didn’t bother getting dressed after he dried off since Aiden would there soon. While he waited, he went into his ‘office’, just the second bedroom of the two bedroom apartment, and took out a small amount meth, just enough for a little high to enhance the sex he and Aiden would be having, but not enough that he would be up all night. He then put the rest of his hard drugs into his time locked safe and set the timer for eight the next morning. He knew from experience that if he and Aiden had a largely unlimited access to his supply, the two would be not be able to stop, and since he did not have any customer appointments lined up he could lock his supply up from himself for the night. Next he took a blue chew then grabbed a canned vodka and juice drink out of the fridge to wash the taste out of his mouth. He drank, smoked a bowl of weed, and watched some youtube videos on his TV while he waited for Aiden to show up. It was only about fifteen minutes later when the intercom buzzed. Blake buzzed Aiden through the front gate, opened his apartment door, then sat back down on the couch, switching the TV to some porn, specifically the video he made when he fucked Aiden after slamming him for the first time. Aiden entered the apartment, closed the door, then immediately stripped down to just a jock strap. He went over and knelt between Blake’s smooth muscular legs, putting his hands behind his back, his head bowed, and his eyes focused on Blake’s thick uncut cock, which was around five inches long in its resting state. Once Aiden was settled, Blake reached down and cupped his chin, tilting his head up slightly. “Open,” he commanded. Aiden obeyed and opened his mouth, keeping his eyes lowered. He saw Blake’s cock twitch slightly a second before he heard, then felt Blake’s spit spray into his mouth and across his lips and chin. Blake let go of the boy’s chin, “Suck it faggot, suck my cock, convince me you still deserve my Daddy's gift. Let me see how much practice you got over the summer serving the men we rented you out to.” “Yes Master,” purred Aiden. He leaned down and not using his hands he worked Blake’s cock into his mouth and down his throat. It was easy since Blake was not yet fully hard. Slowly Blake’s cock started to harden to its full nine and half inch glory. Blake was expecting Aiden to start gagging since even at the end of last year he was still struggling with the girthy monster. When Blake’s cock came to full hardness, Aiden went all the way down on it and pressed his nose and lips into the swimmer’s shaved pubis. “Oh fuck boy, I see you finally mastered deep throating over the summer. You have finally become the cock whore you always really wanted to be, now let’s see how good you have really become,” said Blake. He took his hands and grabbed the sides of boy’s head and held his head to his crotch as he stood up off the coach. Aiden kept his Master's cock sheathed in his throat as they adjusted position. Blake then began skull fucking the boy. Aiden did an admirable job, getting just enough air in on the out strokes and only occasionally did he have to choke back vomit as Blake’s cock bottomed out in his throat. Finally after a couple minutes, Blake stopped with his cock fully impaled in the twink’s throat. His cock was too far down Aiden’s throat for Aiden to be able to breath through his nose so he just did his best to not panic and pull off. Blake watched the boy’s face turning red and then before Aiden passed out Blake released him. Aiden pulled off and fell to his side as he coughed and spit up a mix of pre-cum and saliva. His were watering and snot flowed out his nose. “Fuck you look sexy,” said Blake. He reached down and grabbed the long purple hair that grew out of the top of nineteen year old’s head. He pulled the boy’s face to his as he sat back down on the coach. They two lovers kissed passionately. Blake licked and sucked his boy’s slimy face clean, keeping it in his mouth, than feeding the snot, tears, and spit back Aiden. “Go ahead and hit the pipe, only one bowl each tonight, I got class in the morning,” said Blake as he motioned over to the table where he had laid out the glass pipe and the limited supply of tina. “Okay,” said Aiden with a hint of disappointment slipping through, “It’s probably for the best as I’ll be fucked up all Friday night and Saturday, so don’t need to be tweaking for four days straight.” He picked the pipe and torch up off the table then returned to the couch, resuming his original position between Blake’s legs. The college students took turns hitting the pipe and shotgunning the smoke back and forth until they were both flying high feeling the euphoria. The generic viagra had kicked in and Blake’s cock stayed relatively hard. Aiden’s smaller cock was barely making a bump in the pouch of his jock strap. When they had smoked through the tina, Blake grabbed the bottle of lube that was next to him on the couch and lubed up his cock, getting it back to full hardness in the process. “Climb up here and ride my cock facing me,” ordered Blake. Aiden quickly followed the command and straddled the swimmer’s legs, gently lowering himself onto Blake’s cock. “I see you came prepared, good boy,” said Blake as he felt his cock sliding into Aiden’s already lubed up and loosened ass. “My Intro to African Lit professor bred me during his office hours. There’s lube and two of his loads up there already Sir,” said Aiden. He knew one of Blake’s major turn on’s was to fuck a cum filled boy cunt. “Oh fuck, good boy, you're going to get at least two loads tonight to make sure you get a good recharge of Daddy’s strain. Blake had taken precautions to make sure he didn’t get another strain after he got knocked up by Coach Malone. When he left for college Coach had ordered him to find a freshman to pass on his babies to and that after he had done that, he could go on meds and be the piggy little slut boy Coach had shown him he was destined to be. The first year he had turned out his roommate, Charlie. Charlie, had been a closeted gay boy that had said he was straight when the two of them started exchanging emails after getting the room assignments. Charlie had indicated that he was open to having a gay roommate on his housing preference form. Once they were living together, Charlie could not keep his eyes off his openly gay swimmer roommate. Blake rarely wore a shirt in the room and often wore just a pair of bikini briefs in the evening when the two of them were alone in the room. He asked Charlie several times to let him know if it bothered him, but Charlie said it didn’t, that he played a lot of sports in high school and was used to the hanging out with guys that were naked or almost naked in the locker rooms so it wasn’t a problem. It only took about two weeks before Charlie was between Blake’s legs worshiping his roommate’s cock. But Charlie’s is a story for another time, as is Ian’s, the freshman that was Blake’s freshman project during his sophomore year. Blake grabbed Aiden’s hips and started thrusting hard up into the chemmed up slut that was bouncing up and down on his lap. “Slut, you ready to get a fresh load of toxic cum?” he growled. “Yes Master, give me your Daddy’s babies, I need them, give it to me, breed me,” panted Aiden. “I can’t wait until you make that snobby little shit Jason our brother.” “Soon baby, soon,” said Blake as he shot his first load on the night into Aiden’s sloppy cunt.

Had a long drive for work yesterday so decided to pop into the sauna on route. It was supposed to be naked day but not many were wandering around naked. I thought I would start having a steam and see if I could get lucky, so went straight to the dark room part. As soon as I walked in the hands started grabbing a gruff voice asked if I had just arrived? I replied yes and with that a few more hands started to touch me I was quickly bent over and I heard the lube packet being ripped open, felt it smeared over my hole and then the ramrod cock of a stranger slid in. I gripped it tight and was called a filthy slut. He fucked hard and fast and soon dumped his load. He was very vocal about how good it felt. For me that was a bonus as I was then passed around the guys in the steamy dark room one guy was so polite and kept saying ‘no it’s fine u first’ as he whisper to me that he loves a loose cummy hole and he likes to feel other guys cum coating his cock. whilst being used by cock 5 a guy entered and asked if this was the guy for breeding and they all responded with a yes he’s taking any load. He also asked what my load count was and I told him 5 he said good slut there’s another 5 in line before I breed ur hole and churn the cum up n push it deep. eventually after 13 loads it was time to go get a coffee, cool off n catch my breath. Steam room defo made me sweat some! Now on the hunt for even more for the next few days

When I walked into the bar, I was in the mood to be bad. That’s why I chose the place. It wasn’t my neighborhood gay bar, where everyone knows I’m HIV positive and not taking meds right now. If I hook-up with someone there, it’s another poz man. Or, on rare occasions, I even agree to use a condom, much as I hate them. No, this was a place I go to on those rare occasions when I feel like barebacking a guy I just met. I like to make him hungry for my meat, too aroused to stop, just to see if he can think about being careful. I am well hung. I mean, I’m actually at least 8 inches when I’m hard and my dick is really thick. I love it when the bottom has that moment of hesitation before surrendering. Sometimes I tell him I’m positive before I fuck him; sometimes I wait until after I cum inside him. Usually the little faggot starts to whimper and cry. But he stays in my bed and always asks me to fuck him again. By the morning he wants my phone number for another date, LOL. Today had been a bad day at work. My boss had chewed me out for something one of my team had done, and then I had reamed out the woman in question. But I was still angry when I decided to go looking for some action. I needed a victim. It took me just one glance around the bar to spot him. He was sitting alone at the bar, looking nervous. Young, slim, very cute, checking out the other men but looking quickly back at his own drink instead of making eye contact. I was pretty sure it was his first time in a gay bar; maybe he was even cherry boy. I sidled up and sat on the stool next to him. “Eric,” I said, by way of introduction, as I rested my hand on his shoulder. I thought he would jump out of his seat. “I’m Andy,” he replied. “First time here.” He was rather effeminate, which isn’t my type, but he had thick, pouty lips. I imagined kissing them and feeling them wrapped around my cock. “I could tell,” I continued. I waved the bartender over and ordered a drink. When it arrived, I paid and suggested to Andy that we find a table so we could talk. He seemed relieved that I was taking the initiative. I knew right away that this was going to be easy. Easy, yes, but not quick. Sometimes you gotta be patient to set up a good fuck. Andy wanted to tell me how he had come to be in a gay bar. Out came his story: thought he was straight but always found guys attractive, dated women, the latest girlfriend – I think he said her name was Beth – had dumped him for a guy she said was more masculine, got into gay porn, blah, blah, blah. As he’s chattering away, waving his hands around in a very girlie way, I understood why the girlfriend thought he was a faggot. I thought, Andy, what woman wouldn’t see you as a sissy? It took two more drinks to hear his whole sad story of self-discovery. It was boring shit, but I pretended to be interested. I rubbed his back and neck, then his thigh, finally the bulge in his pants. He did likewise, and I saw his eyes widen. “Wow, you’re really big,” he said. “You know, I haven’t done this before.” Bingo! I smiled. “That’s OK. I’m glad you told me. I would be very gentle.” Then I leaned over and kissed him on those tempting lips. He didn’t try to pull away, so I drew him into an embrace and continued to kiss him, thrusting my tongue into his mouth. We sat there making out for a few minutes until I said, “Let’s go back to my place.” He didn’t hesitate. I called a car service. As we waited outside, I put my arm around his shoulder and held him close. He was so eager he practically sat in my lap on the 20-minute ride. As soon as we got into my apartment, we helped each other undress. For a moment I stared at Andy’s body – he was maybe 5’9’’ tall and thin, a real twink. I thought to myself, Your girlfriend must have enjoyed pegging you, because she certainly couldn’t have seen you as a real man. I was a good five inches taller and 75 pounds heavier. He was mesmerized by my cock, which was half-erect and already longer and thicker than his stiff dick. “You never held a man’s cock before, boy, have you?” I growled in a low voice. “No, sir,” he managed to reply. “Go ahead. You know how much you want to.” Andy gently stroked my cock with his slender fingers and began to pump gently, I hardened in his grip. The thought of how I was going to wreck his ass in a few minutes really turned me on. I pulled him close and kissed his thick, pouty lips again. He was delicious. “You have a pretty mouth, Andy. Get on your knees and show me how you can use it.” He obeyed me immediately. I felt his tongue swirl gently around the tip of my dick, then his lips parted and he drew the head into his waiting mouth. God, it was hard not to just fuck his throat! He gripped my cock near the base and pumped slowly, taking me a little deeper with each motion. I held his head in my hands and told him he was a born cocksucker, which seemed to make him more eager. Finally, I could no longer stop myself. I started to thrust into his mouth and hit his throat, forcing him to gag. “I’m sorry, Eric” he said. “I guess I’m not very good at this yet.” “No worries, boy. Just takes some practice.” He opened his mouth again to suck my dick but I stopped him. “I’ve got something else in mind.” I took Andy’s hand and led him into the bedroom. I pulled down the covers and told him to lie on his belly, his head resting on a pillow. Then I spread his butt cheeks with my hands. His pink, puckered, virgin hole was just an inch from my face. I began to lick around it, then inserted my tongue, my thick beard scratching his ass. He gasped at the sensation, then began to squirm and moan. I licked my thick forefinger and inserted it in his ass. Another gasp and more moans. My middle finger followed, stretching him, and then I began to scratch inside his asshole with my long fingernails. “Ouch!” he said, but he didn’t try to pull away. It was time to reveal my secret. “Listen, Andy, I really want to fuck you, but I want you to know I’m HIV positive. We can stop now if you want.” “Maybe you should use a condom,” he replied. “I brought some with me tonight.” “That was good thinking. But a real man doesn’t cover himself.” I resumed licking his ass, and my tongue went deeper now that I had loosened him up. I paused for a moment. “Listen, you really should feel your first cock bareback. I won’t cum inside you if you tell me not to.” It was bullshit – if he let me inside him, I knew I would seed his little faggot ass. But I really like it when a bottom can’t help himself and begs me to cum. I was pretty sure Andy would be one of those. “Well, I guess it’s OK if you pull out. You promise, right?” Not a chance, princess, I thought. But naturally I reassured him that I would respect his wishes. I could sense his hesitation as he mulled over what might happen. But I knew he was too aroused to turn back. To encourage him, I rubbed my thick cock along the crack of his ass, warming it. “OK,” he finally said. “I really want to feel you inside me. I’ve waited a long time to do this.” I applied some lube to the head of my dick and some more to his warm hole. He reached behind and held my dick, placing the tip at the opening. I pressed against him, gently at first and then with more force, but his ass resisted the intruder. “I’m sorry, Eric,” he whined. “I think you’re just to big for my first time.” “Don’t give up, boy,” I coaxed. “You don’t want to disappoint your top, do you?” He shook his head and said he was sorry. “Good!” I said, my voice casual and encouraging. I pulled him onto his hands and knees. “Now relax, Andy. What did you say your girlfriend’s name was?” “Beth. Why?” “Imagine you’re her, with her new man. You want to please him. Imagine how good his cock will feel inside you. How much you want it – no, you need it. Now push back against my cock.” He did as I instructed. Suddenly his sphincter relaxed and the head of my cock and the first couple of inches disappeared into the tightest boy pussy I’ve ever fucked. “Oh, YES!” he exclaimed. “That feels amazing! I’m so full of cock!” And he continued to push back slowly until I was entirely inside him. I rested my weight on his back and whispered, “That’s right, Andy, you and Beth have something in common. You both like to be fucked by real men.” He nodded again. I began to move in and out, very slowly at first, then a little faster. Andy was making high-pitched “Ah!” sounds. I started talking dirty to him, telling him his ass was now a cunt, how I was going to turn him into my bitch. He started to beg me to fuck him harder. I could feel the rising pressure of an orgasm building in my balls. “Lie on your belly,” I directed. My weight pressed him into the bed. I turned his head to the side and thrust my tongue deep into his mouth, a hot fuck kiss, one of my favorite parts of sex. “Do you want me to stop or should I cum inside you?” I grunted in his ear. “Tell me you want it, Andy. Tell me you want me to breed you.” I knew what the answer would be. He was too far gone, too lost in the pleasure of having my huge tool deep inside him, to think clearly about the consequences. “Cum inside me, Eric, please,” he begged. “You want me to poz you?” “Yes. Oh, God, yes. I need your cum.” I gripped his shoulders and thrust with my rocking hips, my balls slapping loudly against the faggot’s bubble buns. In a few moments, I exploded inside Andy, jets of man cum flooding his warm, moist back passage. I soared into that brief oblivion that follows male release, his body beneath me. For a few minutes we lay together. I gradually softened and slid out of him. I rolled over and drifted off to sleep. I awoke to the sound of Andy sniffling beside me. They always get weepy afterwards. Andy said, “I couldn’t help myself. I knew I shouldn’t let you fuck me. I knew I should’ve made you stop. And now I have your poz seed inside me.” He was so sweet. I decided to turn on my phony empathy voice. I told him how sorry I was, I just got carried away, I felt awful. He seemed relieved to know I cared about him. (I didn’t, of course, though I felt a tad guilty because I really didn’t give a shit.) Well, anyway, it worked. A few minutes later caresses turned into kisses, and then I maneuvered Andy onto his back and into the missionary position. He again guided my cock to the edge of his boy pussy and soon I was fucking him again. This time I jerked his dick until he shot a load onto his belly. He rubbed his delicate fingers on my abdomen and the sensation caused me to cum again. This time I didn’t bother to ask him if it was OK. He seemed very happy. In the morning, after a couple more rounds, we showered together. He got dressed and I told him the symptoms of the fuck flu. Then I called him a car. He asked if he could see me again. I lied and told him I had a steady boyfriend. He seemed disappointed but said he understood. I haven’t seen him since.

🎁 I came down the chimney with my sack fully loaded, and look what I found by the tree. Time to unload.... 💦 💦

For all of us spending Xmas and Boxing Day by ourselves at home whether by choice or other reasons don’t despair. Get the the necessary comms out the way in the morning - give the dogs a good walk or the goldfish extra food and settle down naked on the sofa - linking your laptop to your super sized screen and switch on your favourite porn. If bored get lubed up and change to web cam - zoom - or your other horny telegram/skypes and have a group fuck and dirty pervy chat session. If all else fails and you’re not too far you could always cum over to cum over me!! Love a good white christmas covering Merry Cockmasssss and a breeding new year!

Santa came early....

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Last night, Slammer. Oddly, the darkroom was almost empty. While I did get there a bit earlier than usual, it still surprised me. The orgy room was going full bore, so I sat on bench close to a guy I wanted to fuck, but he was the center of attention for other guys too. He did notice me, sitting there, but there were 2 other guys right in his face. So, just got my Cock out, and inched closer - bit by bit - caressed his ass - he grabbed my Cock - all the "prenuptials", and started to move away, but looked back. So, I followed him to a booth, and the kid tried really hard to get me into his Hole, but - he just couldn't. I just told him to go get some other Cocks up his gut, and I'd come find him a little later. Left the booth, checked the darkroom again, and there was only 1 guy in there - not sure whether T or B. So, walked around a bit, enjoying the eye-candy, came to a corner in the aisles, and this guy was standing there in a jock, just smiling. Said hi. I said hi. Reached around, felt his Hole, as he felt up my Cock. He kicked open a door to one of the booths, and in we went. This guy sucked my Cock like it was the last one he'd every get. Bent over, I shoved it to him, and he was muttering about how it was too much. So, I did what I usually do - told him I'd open him up a bit, knelt down and started eating that Hole. He'd clearly been "opened up" by a number of other Cocks (he claimed "6 or 7"), since his Hole was full of loads, which fucks he gladly described as I started to rut. The guy also seemed to respond to filthy Breed-talk, so we started in on that while I was sucking that sweet Hole. Some other guy stuck his Cock through a gh from the adjoining booth, and this sweet boy slobbered on it, sucked it off while I was almost there myself. Pulled out, turned him around and kissed that sweet boy, enjoying the fresh load in his mouth. Turns out, his husband (I'd call him a Daddy) was off somewhere else fucking other boys, they go to Slammer together, split up, and then meet up in the bar and go home at some pre-arranged time. He wanted me to meet his Dad, but I'm not sure why. Maybe I'll run into him again tonight ... find out why he wants me to meet his Dad ....

Part 2: There’s something about JD…. As the train began to roll down the tracks, I started to get really comfortable. Train rides, well for me at least, are extremely relaxing and very scenic. However there was nothing scenic about this train ride as it was cold and dreary out. The weather seemed to be in sync with how I was feeling. I try to focus on my work which the train ride luckily affords me the chance to catch up on. The world of a beat reporter doesn’t stop, especially when you are dealing with a corrupt mayor who’s taking bribes and has been known to frequent the cities bathhouses. He’s known as Aunt Fancy as he is extremely prim and proper but a total cum dump. His wife knows about his nighttime routine. In fact they’re well known in the swinging community. The reason nobody has blabbered about his nighttime exploits is that in a very sex positive city, sex scandals just aren’t popular. Now if the mayor of my hometown had been accused of that, then it would be the story of the year, no the circumstances. I mean I see why he gets his reputation, he’s charming, extremely good looking, and he has this Cary Grant way of speaking. In one swath he could be putting you down but by the end you want to rollover and take your closes off for him. As I’m working on this, I glanced over to JD. By this point in our journey he was already passed out. I happen to notice that his phone had fell out of his hand and onto the floor. For a moment the lockscreen flashed and it was a photo of him in a jockstrap with a leather harness. I looked at the phone and back at him and it peaked my curiosity. However I didn’t want to wake him up from his nap. So I placed the phone back into his lap and he just kept on sleeping. About an hour or so later we reached our first stop at Cold Harbor, and the wind and rain was still blowing at a steady pace. The screeching of the trains breaks woke up my napping train companion. He stirred asking me if we in Bristol yet, and I said no not yet. He then noticed his phone was not in the same place it was when he dozed off. He asked, “what happened to my phone?” ”It fell out of your hand and I picked up before anyone could step on it,” I said pointing to the spot near where I picked it up. “That’s very kind of you,” he said with a slight laugh and a grin. I leaned over towards him and said, “I couldn’t help but notice that your lockscreen picture is very revealing.” He quipped, “Is that a bad thing?” “No it’s not,” I said with a grin. He definitely picked up on that. The train finally began to roll again, and JD was by then wide awake. So I felt it would be a good opportunity for us to kinda get to know one another a bit more. “So JD tell me a bit about yourself?” “Well obviously my name is Jesse but everyone calls me JD. I’m 28 from Pall Mall, Kentucky. It’s a small town just on the Kentucky side of Kentucky lake. I have two sisters who are much older than me. I’m the first in my family to ever graduate from college and after college I moved to D.C. to try to make a fresh start.” “What do you do for a living?” I asked him, “Well I’m a structural engineer with the Army Corps of Engineers. I’ve been doing that job ever since I moved to town. I also do some side work on the weekends at a bar to make some extra cash. You would think that me being an engineer would be a fruitful endeavor, but again I am working for the government. So on the weekends I work at Marvin’s which is this nice little bar over in Annacosta.” “I’ve heard of Marvin’s and it’s a really fun bar, and the men that frequent it are really really good looking,” I said with a wink and smile. “Oh it is a very nice place and I have made many many friends there,” he said laughing. “So what is it you do there?” I said curiously. “Oh I’m a go go dancer. I get tipped really well and it’s enough money for me to help save and put back. Especially with all the student debt I have and what not,” he said laughing. “So you’re an engineer by day and a go go dancer by night. That’s an interesting combination, and maybe someday I might have to mosey over there to see you dance,” I said with a playful smile. He was certainly blushing when I said that and it was that moment I noticed he had to adjust himself. He then put his hand on my thigh and asked me, “Now that you know some things about me, how about yourself. Tell me about you?” ”Well my name is David. I’m 32 from Tupelo, Tennessee. I moved away from home at 18, and I work for the Capitol Journal as a reporter on their local news division and occasionally helping out on the Congressional side too.” “I have read your work and it’s really really good! Your story on Councilmen Lawrence’s bribery scandal was a masterclass,” he said enthusiastically. ”Well I’ve had many years to hone in my craft and the only way to hold your leaders to account is to expose their skeletons,” I said laughing. ”I have to ask, are you named after David from the Bible?” I wasn’t surprised he asked me this, because this is actually the most frequently asked question about myself. So I chuckled and said, “Oh I wished I was named after him, but no I’m not named after him. I’m actually named after former teen idol David Cassidy. Why, I was named after him remains a mystery to me,” I said with a smile and a laugh. ”Well at least you were named after a celebrity of sorts. I wasn’t as lucky. I was named after my father’s cousin whom my parents just liked the name. However I never really went by that, my parents always called me JD which is the abbreviation for my first and middle initials.” So I had to asked, “So what’s your middle name?” He replied, “Dickinson, my full name is Jerry Dickinson Patton, however JD Patton is much easier on the ears.” I smiled and put my hand on his thigh and said, “I agree it’s much easier on the ears.” We continued to tell stories and laugh for the remainder of the train ride to Bristol. He struck me as charming and it didn’t hurt he was good looking. I couldn’t help but every once in a while notice the bulge in his pants. I really wanted to see what that was all about, but hooking up on a train can be hot. However I was spent. Yet there was something about him that just screamed raw sex appeal. As the train pulled into the station I looked at JD and asked, “Since we’re going to be in the same town for the next few days, would you like to hangout more?” He immediately and enthusiastically said, “Yes I would love that!” He took my phone and said, “Here’s my number, and the cabin resort we’re staying at is a place called Tupelo Falls.” I thanked him and as he departed I could see his silhouette growing further a part. I then heard my phone go off. It was a text from JD saying, “I can’t wait to get to know you more, and who knows you might get to have your own private dance ;).” I started to blush right then and there, but before I could reply I heard my mom’s voice calling out for me.

Chapter 2: End of the Line “End of the line, kid.” The big, beefy trucker’s voice had a deep growl but there was still the twinkle in his eye as Richard grabbed his backpack and opened the door. One last grope from that big paw, squeezing his ass, and Richard slid out the door and jumped down, thanking his host and closing the door. It had been a fun and eye-opening way of crossing the country from Nowheresville in the Great Lakes region to the booming metropolis of Los Angeles. It was the culmination of a process that he been playing out ever since that fateful Christmas party had changed his life for good. Life at home had never been the same after that night. His father, after the initial shock, seemed prepared to accept this new aspect of his son’s personality. His mother was another matter altogether. She had shifted her ground again and again, trying all kinds of tactics on him -- to no avail. “How could you do this to me and my sister – carrying on like that right at a family Christmas party in my own home???” Fountains of tears accompanied that one. “It’s just a phase you’re going through. You’ll get over it and live a nice, normal life.” This in a tone much like marching orders. “To think that my own son, my nephew, and my brother, would all decide that they want to be perverts and do things like – well, whatever weird, sick, dirty things you were doing up there.” Indignation mixed and mingled uneasily with sheer nosy curiosity in that speech. She’d also taken to dropping broad hints about mental health, seeing the doctor, and maybe trying one of these “new therapies” where they “fix people like you who’ve gone off track.” She’d stolen his condoms, and then replaced them by slipping pamphlets about horrible diseases into his pockets after doing the laundry. One was even a classic old 1980s Christian leaflet about the new “gay plague,” AIDS. Despite his lack of practical experience, Richard knew a thing or two more up-to-date than his mother, and he wondered where she’d found that museum piece. He also laughed with more than a hint of irony at her stupidity in taking the condoms away if she was really worried about him contracting HIV. Richard was unusually patient for a teenager, a characteristic he’d inherited from his father, and he was prepared to play a long game and wait out his mother’s persistent attempts to remake him. Next, she gave him the silent treatment. For weeks on end, she said just as little to her son as she could get away with. When he spoke, she acted as if she hadn’t heard him. Nor was Richard’s father getting much more out of her – at least, he wasn’t getting any kind of positivity. All her care and love and attention was now being lavished on her “girls,” her two little West Highland terrier pups. She talked a blue streak to them, cuddling them, showering them with all the full blast of her maternal devotion, while her husband and son remained frozen out. Richard simply carried on with school work and his intramural sports, not to mention joining the cheering section for the water polo team’s games, hung out with his friends in evenings and weekends, and did his best to ignore everything negative that his mother threw at him. Not altogether to Richard’s surprise, it was his father who ran out of patience first. When he remonstrated with his wife and suggested that she back off and let her son live his own life, she had fired right back, accusing him of being a closet fag lover himself, and telling him that she at least knew what was right and she wasn’t going to let these rotten-to-the-core queers take over the planet or corrupt her son, thank you very much. And with that, the war was on. The battles raged far into the night, night after night, for well over two weeks. Richard had never heard his parents fighting as bitterly as this before. Their war of words served only to harden the resolve that was forming in his head. Finally, one evening in late May, he snapped. He pulled together a few things, tossed them into his backpack, and then went down to his parents as they argued in the living room. His mother’s mouth closed with a rat-trap snap and a click of the teeth. His father looked for an instant, and then spotted the backpack and looked somewhat harder. “Where are you off to at this hour?” “I’m leaving.” “And?” “I’m leaving and I’m not coming back. Ever.” “You’re not serious, son.” “I am. What is there left for me in this house? My mother hates the person I am, and my father fights with her nonstop about it. At least, if I’m out of the picture, then maybe you two can get your act together and save what’s left of your marriage.” His mother actually spoke directly to him, for the first time in almost two months. “You’ve got some nerve, talking to your own mother and father like that….” “You’ve talked enough, Mom. Now, you listen to me, and listen carefully. Your son, Richard, is gay. G. A. Y. Gay. It’s not a choice. It’s not something that was done to him. It’s a fact. I knew it long before that Christmas party. It’s a fact, and it’s not changing. All your struggles to try to change me “back,” as you think of it, have led only to you losing me – and it’s your fault, no one else’s fault but yours.” Then he turned to his father. “Thank you, Dad – for trying. I don’t hold you to blame for what’s happened.” His father stood up and hugged Richard one last time. His mother sat in shock, her mouth hanging open, as he walked to the door and opened it. “Goodbye.” As he stepped through, his mother called out, “Richard!” in a beseeching tone. He kept on going. Behind him, the fight erupted again as she broke out at his father. “Well, don’t just stand there, Carl, go and get him and bring him back!” “For what? So you can keep on harassing him? No. He’s got a right to live his life in his way. I don’t like this choice that he’s made, but he’ll live with it. Face the facts, Martie. You’ve made a royal mess of this, you’ve driven your only child out of the house, and with that, you’ve lost – completely. And you’ll have to live with it, just as Richard will.” Predictably, she cried. Richard kept right on walking as the strident voices and over-dramatic sobs faded on the night air behind him. A half hour later, out on the highway, his thumb got results and a passing driver picked him up to drive him to the big city. Nowheresville wasn’t really the big time, of course – actually a small city of some 15,000 people, about thirty miles from the little village of East Mudhole where he’d grown up. No, those weren’t the communities’ real names, but they were the labels Richard always hung on those regrettable facts of his past whenever he was asked in later years. At first, street life wasn’t too bad. He’d gotten to know some of the other street people and met some of the charity workers who went about, helping as they could. He was lucky, too, that the weather had warmed up early and was staying warm. Unlike some of the street kids, he wasn’t nursing an addiction, and that made it easier to keep a small cash flow in his pocket at all times. From some of the other street folk he’d learned about the truck stop at the edge of the city, just off the Interstate. He’d gotten in the habit of heading over to the truck stop for a shower and a go at the cheap and generous buffet every week or so. It was a workable life, but in a few more months the year was wearing on and the weather was cooling down again. Soon the snow squalls would begin to fly. How he was going to survive then, he couldn’t imagine. All he knew was that he’d be damned before he’d slink back home with his tail between his legs. His visits to the truck stop gave him ample scope to check out the variety of truckers passing through. Some were pretty nondescript, but some were the kind of big, husky older guys who really revved his motor. He knew what he wanted, but he hadn’t managed to figure out how to land it. That all changed the night he asked a big-muscled redheaded trucker if he had any spare change, and the guy had offered to buy him a meal and let him share the truck’s sleeper for the night. When the trucker took him inside for a shower and some food first, “before we go to sleep,” he’d asked Richard the big question. “How old are you, kid?” Richard had instinctively rolled and flexed his butt. “Does it matter?” “Well...” “I’ll be eighteen in less than a month. Is that close enough?” “It’ll do.” Three of the five shower cubicles were free, but the big guy pulled Richard with him into the first one he came to. Richard got his first lesson in sucking dick in that shower. The man’s tool was a decent size, not gigantic, but uncut and tasty. The big redhead had been patient with Richard’s teeth once Richard told him that he was a total virgin, every way you could imagine. The trucker’s dick jumped with excitement when he heard that, and he carefully explained and demonstrated the fundamentals to Richard. After he’d blown a load down the kid’s throat (and it didn’t take long), they finished cleaning themselves, dried off, got dressed, and then went through to the buffet and got some food. While they were standing in the buffet line, Richard was getting thoroughly used to the taste of the cum in his mouth. During that meal, Mitch had gotten to know a thing or two about this young blond guy and realized that he wasn’t really a typical street kid at all but a man who needed to get off the streets. By the time they’d finished their meal, Mitch had figured out that what Richard needed most of all was to get to a big city where there’d be some decent gay life to fit himself into. He told Richard that he was on a weird, multi-stop itinerary across the country -- and it would take a week, but they would end up in Los Angeles. “Can I come? I mean, come with you to L.A.?” Mitch chuckled at the way Richard emphasized the pun. An hour later, they were in the truck’s cramped bunk together. It was a little too crowded to make ass-eating easy, but Mitch kept wetting his fingers and then pushing and flexing them into Richard’s hole to loosen it up. As he played with Richard’s ass, his voice kept rumbling quietly into Richard’s ear. “Relax, kid, just relax – let your muscles go slack. Just enjoy the feeling.” And Richard was enjoying the feeling of those fingers twisting and flexing inside him. But he also loved the feeling of this big muscular man spooning his body, kissing his shoulder and his ear, and rubbing his big tool up against the plump ass cheeks. At last, Mitch said, “Okay, think you’re ready now.” He extracted his hand, placed the blunt tip of his cockhead against Richard’s hole, and began to push. It was a struggle. Richard wanted it, he wanted to feel Mitch deep inside him, but his virgin hole had other ideas. It took a minute or so, and then Mitch leaned harder – and the head popped inside. Just as he did that, he also clamped his hand over Richard’s mouth. Good thing, too. The sudden flash of pain caused Richard to yell aloud, although only a muffled “MMMMPHH!” came through Mitch’s big meaty paw. Mitch held his cock steady there, just inside the ring, as he growled to “Relax, boy. Breathe. Breathe deep. And hang on. No way for the first time not to hurt.” In a few minutes, Richard’s hole finally began to loosen, and Mitch slid a bit farther in. It took a while longer, but eventually he was able to tell Richard, “It’s all the way in you, now. You’ve taken the whole length of your first man cock.” In a few more minutes, Mitch – still waiting patiently – felt Richard’s hole begin to actually work on his dick, to flex around it, to start chewing on it a bit. It was all the signal he needed. “Okay, kid, time to fuck ass.” With that, he started sliding out until only the head was clenched inside Richard’s tight ring, and then slide back in, all the way down into his body again. Each slide after that got a little easier and a little smoother. Richard began moaning as this man’s big cock slowly opened up his hole and taught him how a man’s cock could send his ass to heaven and back, over and over. “Oh, god!” Richard finally spoke. “It hurts, but it’s so damn good. Keep going!” “Okay, but I’m not stopping until I’m done.” With that, Mitch really notched up the speed of his plowing into Richard’s butt. After a minute, he grasped Richard’s shoulders and then rolled until he was lying on top of Richard’s back, his hard body moulded to the younger guy’s back and butt, and his cock still deep inside that hot boy butt and moving faster and faster. The slapping sounds of hips against ass echoed in the cubicle, and Richard began chanting as Mitch’s fucking headed for fever pitch. “Oh, fuck, yeah. Don’t stop. Fucking drill me open. Give me all that cock. Give it to me.” And Mitch growled into his ear in reply, “I’m gonna cum. You want me to cum inside you?” “Fuck, yeah. I want it all. Fucking shoot your cum into my ass.” That was all it took. Mitch let out a guttural cry as he slammed deep into Richard, holding it there while his cock flexed like a mad thing and flooded Richard’s ass with his sperm. Richard could feel his hole warming up and knew why it was happening. His first ass load, and from this awesome muscle hunk of a trucker. He felt happier than a pig in shit, knowing that Mitch’s seed was swimming around inside him. At last, Mitch began to go soft and slowly eased out of Richard’s no-longer-virgin ass. His cockhead came out with an audible “pop”. Richard moaned as he felt the sperm slowly leaking out of his hole. At last, the muscle tightened up, and Richard then reached back and swiped the cum off his ass and taint, bringing it up to his mouth to taste it. The taste made him even more horny, and he reached down to his own rigid cock, jerked it rapidly a dozen times, and spurted out a big load of cum. That soon found its way into his mouth as well, and he had now learned that cum from different guys doesn’t all taste the same. “Wow. What a day!” Mitch chuckled as Richard sighed in contentment. He wrapped his arm around the young blond, pulling him back into his chest and then caressing his body gently while kissing his ear and neck. Then, when he heard Richard’s breathing go slow and steady, he pulled the covers up over both of them and let himself fall asleep. In the morning, they filled up at the breakfast buffet and then climbed back into the big rig and hit the road. Once the doors were closed, Richard slid his jeans and briefs off and sat in the passenger seat, naked from the waist down. Mitch didn’t complain. Whenever the traffic got lighter, he was happy to slide his big paw over and start playing with Richard’s cock or fingering his ass. When Richard wanted to return the favour and suck Mitch’s cock while he was driving, Mitch stopped him. “Definitely not safe,” he growled. “Years ago I rolled a rig when a hitchhiker did that to me and I lost control.” Instead, Richard gave him a quick blowjob in the restroom at a truck stop when they took a lunch break. Mitch fucked and bred Richard half a dozen more times during that multi-stop cross-country drive. The best one, for both of them, was the night that Mitch booked into a motel outside Albuquerque. “Always nice to get a long relaxing shower and a good night’s sleep in a real bed,” he said laconically. Once they’d both cleaned up, and turned down the covers, Richard quickly found that he had to agree. There was so much more freedom to move in a proper bedroom than in the tiny little doghouse behind the truck cab. They enjoyed another long shower together. After drying themselves off, they turned down the covers and lay down together on the king-sized bed. Mitch had his arms around Richard, embracing and stroking him as they kissed each other for several minutes. For the moment, they ignored their duelling cocks, both rock-hard. Richard couldn’t help thinking that it felt as if Mitch was making love to him, but he knew that was ludicrous. There was no way Mitch was falling in love. That’s when Richard realized how lucky he’d been. This whole initiation into the world of man-to-man sex had come to him at the hands of a man who cared enough to make sure it was a good experience for his novice partner. Just as Richard realized that, Mitch moved down and started tonguing and sucking on Richard’s cock, playing with the head between his lips and tongue, and then swallowing it down into his throat. After a minute or so, he swung his body around so that his cock was staring Richard right in the face. Richard got the message right away and began to copy everything Mitch was doing to his tool – and just like that, he found himself in his first 69, realizing for the first time why it was called that. The sensations of the two guys sucking each other at the same time were incredible, of course, but Richard really wanted to try to experience Mitch’s cock in a whole different way inside his ass. He reared up, swivelled around, and began to position himself so that he could sit down on Mitch’s erection. Mitch tossed him a bottle of lube, and he prepared his hole, then slowly pressed it down onto that uncut meat. His hole now popped open easily, and Mitch entered him as he sat on down, slowly taking that entire cock deep inside his body. He sat there, swivelling around on this man’s cock, feeling it stirring all parts of his hole into life. Then Mitch urged him on. “Ride me now, boy!” Richard began sliding up and down on top of Mitch’s cock, pulling up until the head was only just trapped inside him, and then sitting right down on it again. Up. Down. Up. Down. Mitch moaned loudly as Richard had now gained a bit of control over the way his muscles stroked a big cock in his hole. But now Mitch wanted more control, and he pulled out from under Richard, then scrambled to his feet and pushed Richard down onto the bed. Rolling the boy over onto his back, he grasped Richard’s legs and lifted them straight up into the air, his feet resting up against Mitch’s shoulders and his whole weight supported on his own shoulders, with his hips well up in the air. Mitch straddled him, and then thrust in, straight down into Richard’s hole as Richard gasped from the suddenness of the entry. Down. Up. Down. Up. It was like the reverse of the previous action, but now the fucking motions were a lot more forceful, and Richard realized that Mitch was getting close. He began to urge Mitch on. “Fuck me, man! I want you to give it me hard and fill me up with your load!” “Oh, yeah! Gonna fucking pound your sweet ass and pour my seed into you.” True to his word, Mitch speeded up his piston motions even more, pounding straight down into Richard’s hole until Richard could barely take any more. But then the pumping got more irregular, Mitch’s breath came in harsh gasps, and Richard knew that he was about to get bred again! “Yeah! Give it now! Give me that hot load! Fuck me!” Mitch groaned aloud, slammed down into Richard, and held it there as his load pulsed and pumped into the boyhole under him. When he pulled out, he bent down and planted his mouth over Richard’s ass, sucking forcefully to draw his own cum up and out of the hole and into his mouth. At last he calmed down and pulled away, slapping Richard’s ass lightly as a signal that he could relax. Richard flopped down onto the bed, gasping for air, and Mitch fell beside him, then kissed him in a snowball, sharing his own cum with his boytoy. Richard fell away, spread-eagled on his back, and finally gasped out, “Wow! What a fuck! I feel like I could sleep for a week after that!” “Is that what you think, kid? I didn’t pay for a motel room to just get one turn at your ass. Ever hear of sloppy seconds?” Richard shook his head. “Well, I sucked most of my load out of you, but some of it’s still in there and it’s a great feeling to go back inside an ass – or a woman’s pussy, for that matter – when someone’s sperm is still swimming around in there. And that’s what I’m going to do.” Richard groaned. “I don’t know if I can take any more tonight.” “Sure you can. And you’ll thank me later because, where you’re headed for, there are all kinds of hot guys who aren’t letting you go with just one fuck. Better practise now while you can!” They both laughed at that, but Mitch evidently meant business. After a quiet intermission of some twenty minutes, with the two fondling and stroking each other, Mitch’s cock began to fill for another round. Richard eagerly dived down to suck it into full erection, finding that his protests had evaporated, and he couldn’t wait to get Mitch back inside his body again. This time, Mitch pushed Richard down on his back, lifting his legs in the air on either side of his own body. He let Richard rest his legs on his own back while he bent down and ate ass again, getting the hot boyhole cooled off and ready for more action. When Richard’s hole was ready, Mitch slid forward, easing the younger guy’s legs back over his shoulders, and then slid easily into his ass. This brought him face to face with Richard, and they began kissing each other again, as Mitch moved slowly and smoothly in and out of Richard’s ass. It was Richard’s first time in the missionary position. After a few minutes of this slow and gentle fucking and kissing, Mitch reared up and began to pound deeper into Richard, deeper and harder, slamming down against Richard’s upturned hips with repeated loud slaps. Richard was moaning and crying, not in pain but in ecstasy, as Mitch moved even faster, drawing closer to the moment of truth. “Fuck, yeah! Breed me!” That exclamation pulled the trigger and Mitch erupted forcefully into Richard’s body, the sperm squeezing out of the hole around his cock while he was still spurting. Richard groaned loudly, grabbed his own cock and began jerking it furiously, being reward after twenty seconds with a fountain of cum that sprayed all over his face and body. Finally, Mitch’s strength gave out and he pulled gently free from Richard’s sweaty body, then lay down alongside him. They put their arms around each other, stroking each other gently as they drifted slowly into a profound sleep of satisfaction and exhaustion. On the final morning of the long trip, approaching Los Angeles at last, both of them were silent while they entered the outskirts of the big, sprawling metropolis. As they’d rolled through the city towards the main railway station, Mitch had worked a hand under Richard’s exposed butt, teasing the now-experienced hole with his finger. “Damn. I’m going to miss that sweet little ass, kid. But this is it. You have to get out before I go into the terminal. And after I get this rig unloaded, I gotta head back home to the wife and kids.” “Hey, Mitch. Thanks for everything.” “No probs, kid. Pull your pants up before you get out. Good luck to you.” “And to you.” Just as Richard said that, the big rig slowed to a halt. And Mitch growled, “End of the line, kid.” Richard hopped down. He was surprised at how heavy his backpack felt – and then remembered that Mitch had taken him to a thrift store in Tucson and bought some clothes for him. Nothing fancy, but enough to go on with for a while. He’d also slipped some twenties into Richard’s pocket, “just to help you get started.” Now what? He hauled out a bit of paper on which he’d written a name and an address. Mitch had searched it out on a computer at the motel where they’d stayed in New Mexico. He knew it wasn’t far, but he had to figure out which way to go. He went into the station, found a big wall map of the city, and located the right street for his destination – a social help agency for LGBTQ street kids. That was him. He’d gotten a short interview with a worker at the agency and was given some useful leads on jobs that he could land at the age of 17. Then she directed him to a queer-friendly hostel where he could stay for a while. When he opened his backpack that night in the hostel, he’d found a note tucked between the new shirts. Hey, kid, it’s been fun. Glad to help you out. When you get a chance, pay it forward. He’d landed a job right away, as a dishwasher in a small café not far from the main drag of WeHo. Richard impressed the owner with his energy and bright, smiling demeanour and soon the youngster found himself reassigned to be a busboy out front. That suited Richard just fine. It was a great way to meet people. The kind of people he wanted to meet. Men people. Now that he was in the front of the café, he had a chance to meet some of his co-workers. The one who caught his eye quickest was the bartender, Terry. Like Richard, he had a big flop of hair over his forehead and sparkling blue eyes – although his hair was light brown to Richard’s pure blond. Unlike Richard, he was tall and lean, and had a strong air of assurance about him – the air of a man who knew himself and his place in the world. What intrigued Richard most about Terry was his habit of coming out from behind the bar to chat up three or four of the regular customers. Always the same handful, and they were all guys who arrived alone and left alone. All of them looked to be in their forties or fifties. Between those visitors, Richard used to watch Terry and indulge in daydreams about the decent-sized lump in the front of his tight black pants. He knew that it wasn’t just his imagination when that lump would get bigger after he’d had one of his little private talks with one of his favourite customers. Richard was intrigued. Terry was sexy in his own right, but it looked as if he had a thing for older guys. Just as Richard did. Sooner or later, it had to happen. After about a week and a half, Roxana (the regular evening server) had to leave early, and Terry and Richard were the only ones left to clean up and close. Once the last customers had left, they locked the door and got down to work. That is to say, Richard got down to work, dropping to his knees and fishing out Terry’s cock to suck, while Terry got right down to business with asking questions and figuring out what made this kid tick. Over the next half hour, Richard’s story slowly emerged in pieces, between slurps on Terry’s meat, with the rest coming out after Terry had finished fucking him and cumming inside his hole. Richard was learning some more about how to relax his muscles and accept the intruder – the hard way, because Terry was both longer and thicker than Mitch. Terry was a masterful fucker, and that was the night that Richard discovered the value of his prostate when a top knew how to hit it. It was also the first time he found himself cumming while being fucked, and hands free at that. After Terry finished breeding him, he laid out his entire story in a more coherent way, beginning with the home life which he couldn’t wait to escape, and ending with his current situation – living in the hostel, eating small and terrible meals, his best food of the day always being his break meal at the café, and the slow but steady way he was running through his emergency reserve of money from his savings account and Mitch’s gift of some twenty-dollar bills. Terry had an answer for him. “Listen, kid, you have to smarten up fast or you’ll be forced to leave the city. Nothing’s cheap here, and nothing comes cheap or easy in this town – except ass. You’ve got a cute one going on back there, but you have to make it work for you instead of just letting it hang around all day waiting for you to sit on it and make it feel needed.” “You mean becoming a whore?” “Right away, kid, get something straight. It’s called an escort. And no, that’s not what I mean. You’d end up in the clutches of some gangster pimp for sure, and those guys play for keeps. No, I mean that you need to get yourself a daddy.” “Fuck that. I just shook free from my parents three months ago, I don’t need another one.” “Oh, for fuck’s sake! That’s not what I meant! I mean we need to get you connected with an older man who will pay the bills and give you a decent place to live, away from that bare-bones hostel. You just have to become his boy and give him sex whenever he wants. It’s a fair trade-off, as long as you get one who treats you decently.” Richard’s head was spinning a bit at the idea, but he could see the obvious benefit of becoming a kept boy. His wallet could see it even more clearly. “So, Terry, is that the story with you and those guys you’re always talking to whenever they come in?” “Yeah, it is – or it has been. I’ve lived with each of them at one time or another. There are other guys like them around here – too old to compete for the younger guys on their looks, but pretty well off and willing to flash some bills around to make it happen. The bonus is that they’re mostly a lot more experienced in bed than the young hotshots. You get a good one, you can be sure you’re gonna have a good time between the sheets. The easiest ones to land are the ones who want hot, young stud dick in their holes. That’s what happens when I see those guys. They want me to fuck them and breed them, and that’s what I do. Play your cards right, you’re on your way in no time.” “What cards?” “Good point. You’ve really got nothing except your looks. Apart from a week with one trucker, you’re a total novice. So let’s talk about what you have got. By the way, how old are you?” “Turned eighteen last month.” “And how big is your dick when it’s hard?” “I don’t know, I’ve never measured it.” “Let’s find out.” With that, Terry expertly fastened his hand onto Richard’s bulge and began to knead it and stroke it. He guessed, rightly, that novice Richard would spring to a full erection in almost no time flat. When it was poking straight ahead in his uniform pants, he said, “Okay, drop trou. We’re gonna measure you.” Terry whipped out a small ruler which he kept behind the bar for those odd moments in life when you find that you need a ruler and can’t remember where you last put it. “Six and a half inches. It’s decent but nothing to raise any eyebrows around WeHo. Didn’t you tell me that your trucker buddy only fucked you? In that case, we need to find you a top daddy. I can think of a couple.” “So how do I meet them?” “Leave that to me. One of my friends is organizing a big daddy party in a couple of weeks. He usually gets a couple of dozen guys there. I’ll bring you along and introduce you. You’re on your own then to use your natural charm – and you do have it when you try -- and see who you can get to know.” “Do I wear anything?” “Smart question. Almost nothing, once you get inside. They’ll have a room to put your clothes. Let’s see, we need to get you one of those flashy briefs with the back missing, so your naked ass is hanging out. That’s the best way to signal what you’re looking for. And then get yourself a spot at the table – he puts out a long table and the bottoms all line up there, then bend over and lie on it so their asses are showing at table height. And then all the tops take turns trying them on for size.” Richard was feeling very nervous now, at the thought of being caught in an orgy with an unlimited number of unknown men trying to fuck him. But he figured, what the hell, he was sure he could enjoy himself. “Anything else I should do to get ready?” “Several things. First, unless you’ve got a real thing for getting HIV-positive right away, we get you onto PreP ASAP. I’ll get you an appointment with my doctor and get one of my guys to foot the bill. Then we get you a butt plug as well as the seatless briefs. Use it every day for a week before the party, just to get used to the stretch. Use lube with it too. Next, I’m taking you to my gym for the next two weeks so you can build up your glutes – your ass muscles. One of my buddies will buy a trial membership for you. Finally, I teach you how to clean yourself properly – inside and out.” “You’re putting yourself to a lot of trouble to help me.” “Kid, I’m three years, almost four years, older than you. Think I haven’t been there too? You’re wrong. Just doing what I wish someone had done for me when I first landed in town. Oh, one last thing, Richard. You need to sound more boyish. From now on, call yourself Ricky.” “Okay, I’m Ricky.” With that, Terry rolled away the bucket and cleaning supplies into the closet and started turning out the lights. He set the alarm, and then they walked out into the street and locked the door. Terry slapped Ricky on the ass, and said, “Meet me here at one o’clock tomorrow afternoon for your first gym session on these beauties.” As Terry walked away, Ricky watched him go, thinking that his whole life was about to get turned upside down and inside out yet again. It seemed like such a weird idea, sort of like selling his body to the highest bidder – but then, wasn’t that pretty much what he’d done for a week with Mitch? Not that he’d demanded money, or set a price on their fun, but Mitch had certainly rewarded him generously with meals and bed, with clothes and cash, and most importantly, with a ride to the west coast. Okay, then, he thought to himself, I guess I’ve already been a kept boytoy so I may as well do it again. And as he thought that, he murmured to himself “End of the line” under his breath.

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Notice: The author does not consent to anyone using the characters or plot line of this story for any derived work, whether the author is still active on this site or not. They are not abandoned nor placed in the public domain. This is my first story. Go easy on me guys The following is pure fiction. It never happened and any similarity to any real life happenings is an amazing coincidence. Part 1: Intro “Fuck!” Mark yelled as he put his phone down. His calls with his parents had grown less frequent the past few years, but they always seemed to find a way to piss him off. The latest way was that they wanted him to go check up on his brother Joey at college since they had found out Joey had got thrown off the wrestling team and lost his sports scholarship and wouldn’t talk to them. “We would do it ourselves, but you know how we don’t like to travel to big cities” they said. “Big city? Its a damn college town in the middle of farmland," Mark replied, thinking to himself 'It seems my brother is following in my footsteps', knowing that his brother was even more easily distracted by partying than he had been. Mark began to think about the events that had brought him from a small, rural midwest town to where he was today. It had been quite a wild ride. Mark had left his small hometown and went to college several hours away for many reasons. First was to escape his parents who were very conservative and religious and tried to control everything Mark did. Second was so he could meet other gay guys his age without trying to hide it from his family, friends and nosy townspeople. And last was because there was nothing other than small community colleges nearby and Mark wanted be able to find a good career and move to one of the coasts and enjoy city life far away from his family. After a shaky start in school from too much partying his first semester, he did well. He got good grades, met lots of people and enjoyed a very active sex life. He was a lot more reserved his senior year when his brother decided to go to the same university. His parents were relieved that they were both going to the same school so that Mark could look after his little brother during his first year, but the reality was that they saw little of each other. Mark was busy with finishing up his senior projects and some hard classes while Joey was working out and practicing with the team when he wasn’t studying. They would occasionally run into each other at parties and go home for holidays together, but other than text messages they just lived in different worlds. After graduating, Mark landed a good job at a Silicon Valley software company and moved to California, sharing an apartment with his friend Eric who had also found work out there. The two of them had become friends with benefits their junior year but they never wanted to commit to a relationship since they enjoyed fucking everyone they could. Both, however, were quite relieved to be out of the Midwest, feeling liberated on the West Coast. They frequently went to San Francisco on weekends and hit any baths, bars and sex parties they could find. They had an easy time picking up guys - Mark was tall, a six foot Midwestern white guy with dark blonde hair and piercing blue eyes, nicely toned even though he only sporadically went to the gym (and then usually just to check out the guys), a light fur covered his chest with a trail down to an impressive package - almost eight inches and thick sporting a PA that he recently upped to 0 gauge. His legs and bubble butt also had a covering of light hair. Over the last year he had been adding ink to the two tattoos that he had gotten in college. Both arms now had complete sleeves - the left continuing the tribal motif he started in college, the right being considerably darker and gothic. He was about to start on the tattoos for his back and was getting the art finalized with his tattoo artist. Being truly versatile, he could usually find sex partners almost anywhere - top, bottom or other vers guys to flip with (his favorite). Eric was equally as handsome but very different than Mark and could easily attract his share of men too. Eric came from a traditional Japanese-American family who was not pleased when he came out. He rarely talked to them and it was one thing that Mark and Eric had in common and they had become each other's family. Eric’s darker skin was devoid of any tattoos and he worked out to a strict schedule to keep his muscular five foot, nine body toned, taut and shaved, except for a neatly trimmed bush surrounding a thick 6 inch uncut cock. The only adornments were a small goatee, pierced ears and nipples, and an ever present smile. Eric considered himself to be versatile as well, but in reality he spent most of the time as a bottom. Most would consider him a power bottom - aggressive and usually in charge. That attitude continued when he topped. Whoever he fucked knew who was in control. A few months ago, Mark came down with nasty flu and was home in bed for over a week. A few friends told him to go get tested and he found out he was HIV+. Eric got tested too, but was still negative. The news didn’t really slow either of them down, they both continued to work hard and play harder but Eric was more cautious with whom he hooked up with. Some of Mark’s fuck buddies wouldn’t fuck with him any more, others insisted on condoms which Mark still refused to use. Mark did try condoms with Eric to keep their sex life going, but they both hated the feeling so sex between them stopped. Eric didn’t want to get infected and started to think about going on prep. They still did social events together, but their relationship started to drift apart. Mark did find a new group of guys to fuck that were either already poz or didn’t care. Mark kept putting off the doctor's instructions to begin meds. Several of his poz friends started letting him know where to find neg guys that wanted poz loads and he really enjoyed his new found power. The first week he bred five neg guys, all of whom announced he had come down with 'the flu', which gave Mark's confidence a boost. He no longer feared he was either never going to have sex or only get to fuck a few other poz guys. None of Mark’s family knew of his sexuality or infection and Mark was keen to keep it that way. He had heard enough from his parents preaching about “how those queers were going to rot in hell.” Mark tried to talk to his brother over the phone about his parents' concerns, but didn't get any solid answers out of his brother, so Mark concluded he would need to meet with his brother in person if he was to get a handle on what was going on. He really cared about his brother Joey and wanted to make sure he was able to graduate and escape like he had. Mark talked to his boss and was able to get a few days off a couple weeks later, so when he got home from work he sat down at the computer and hit all the travel websites and found what he needed - air tickets for going Thursday and coming back Monday and a rental car. He originally thought it would be better to stay at his brother’s apartment, but the more the thought about it a hotel room would make it a lot easier to hookup if he had time. After hunting around for a couple hours, he found a place that wasn’t a dive and didn’t cost a fortune. The hotel had outside door access and remembered going to a few sex parties there when he was in school. Everything was set. He would have to work hard the next two weeks since he might have a few days off, but the deadlines were still the same. He closed the laptop and got up and got ready for bed. Naked, he slipped into the bed with Eric and they kissed each other just like countless other nights before Eric pulled away and told Mark “We need to talk.” Mark’s heart sank at the sound of Eric’s words. Thoughts flashed through his mind, but the one that stuck was that he was about to get dumped. Looking at Eric he knew something was wrong because Eric's smile was gone and he looked very serious. “I know things have been pretty awkward between us since you found out you are poz” Eric said. “I want you to know that I still love you.” Mark’s heart sank even lower. He started to speak but Eric cut him off before he got the first word out of his mouth. “Let me finish” Eric continued. “I’ve decided that I don’t want to go on PrEP, Mark. It just isn’t me. I want our relationship to be like it used to be. Passionate. Sensual. Wild.” He waited a moment and took a deep breath. “I want you to poz me Mark. Share with me your virus like we used to share everything else. I want a part of you to be with me forever.” Tears ran down Mark’s face as he heard Eric talk. He wasn’t sure he heard it all correctly, since he just relieved with the fact that Eric wasn’t dumping him. “Are you sure?” Mark said after a long pause. “You really want me to infect you?” Eric’s smile came back as he wiped the tears off Mark’s cheek. “Yeah I do. I’ve thought about it a lot and realized I was jealous of those guys you have pozzed. I want to share our life together as a poz couple” Eric replied. Kissing Mark passionately and aggressively, Eric stroked Mark’s cock. Breaking the kiss he continued “And I want you to start now. Breed my fuckhole full of your toxic seed. Make me the poz pig you know I can be." “Oh fuck yeah” was all that Mark could say as his mind raced. Since the moment he found out he was poz he had wanted to bring Eric into the poz brotherhood but knew it had to be Eric's choice. He had almost given up hope that Eric would change his mind, but now it was happening. As months of pent up lust took over his body, Mark grabbed Eric’s head and forced it down on his hardening cock. Eric greedily sucked down Marks shaft, feeling the new larger piercing push into his throat. Eric always prided himself on having almost no gag reflex but this was the first time with Mark’s larger piercing and it was noticeably bigger. His throat covered Mark’s cock with slime as his tongue flicked and probed around the cock. Eric was eager to feel Mark’s cock back inside his ass after such a long time. He really missed their almost daily fuck sessions that they had done since their college days. Wrapping his hand around Mark’s balls, he tugged a bit, something he knew Mark loved. He felt the big balls with his fingers knowing that their poisonous contents would soon be deep inside him. The thought sent waves of excitement through his body. With his other hand, Eric stroked his cock which was now harder than he ever remembered it being. Leaking his neg precum onto the bed Eric bobbed on Mark’s cock, occasionally pulling off and grabbing the piercing with his teeth and shaking his head driving Mark crazy. Finally Eric couldn’t wait any longer and climbed up on top of Mark and positioned Mark’s poz cock at his ass ring. Feeling the steel on his hole for the first time in months, he grinned and remembered how good Mark’s cock always felt inside him. Mark looked up at Eric as their eyes locked. “Are you sure about this Eric? You can stop if you want to” Mark said softly. Eric just breathed deep, letting his hole relax a bit and shoved down as hard as he could onto Mark’s rigid cock. The pain was intense and he let out a scream, but it was what Eric wanted. He wanted to make sure that his fuck hole would have lots of small tears so that the virus could quickly enter his body. In some ways he wanted to make sure that it was the first fuck that infected him, but he wanted to take Mark’s charged load every day until he knew that he was no longer neg. After pausing a few seconds with Mark’s cock balls deep inside, Eric begin to ride Marks cock like he had hundreds of times before. He moved with hard, long strokes bouncing off Mark’s body. The look of pure lust came over both of them as the sounds of grunts and their bodies slapping together filled the room. After twenty minutes of Eric riding Mark’s cock, Mark bucked Eric off, pushing him on to his back. Grabbing his legs, Mark lined his cock up to Eric’s swollen hole. Looking down he saw a few red streaks on his cock and he looked straight at Eric and said “You are so fucking ready to get knocked up. My precum has been soaking into your wrecked hole and now its time for you to get bred." Without any hesitation Eric replied “Fuckin’ do it. Poz me up.” With that, Mark shoved his cock back into Eric’s hole, making sure to go at an angle and dig his cock into the walls of Eric’s chute. As if possessed, Mark started to pound Eric rougher than he ever had. He used all of the tricks he learned from the past few months of breeding several bug chasers he had fucked and converted. The bed was rocking from the force of Mark’s thrusts. Both of them were moaning and grunting in the sheer ecstasy of the moment. Sweat was dripping off his body onto Eric’s own sweaty body. At one point, Mark flipped Eric onto his stomach and then pulled him up onto all fours. Standing up, he shoved in three fingers into Eric’s gaping hole and roughly twisted them, scratching with his fingernails as he turned his wrist back and forth. Eric whimpered at the pain from Mark’s preparation. Mark quickly replaced his fingers with his throbbing cock. He knew he was close to shooting his poz seed into his boyfriend. Leaning forward Mark’s head was next to Eric’s ear. Eric could feel the heavy breaths on his neck as Mark feverishly thrust his cock in and out of Eric’s ravaged hole. Their bodies slammed together over and over until Mark drove his cock in deep and held it there whispering “I love you” into Eric’s ear as his cock erupted. Spurt after spurt of toxic cum pumped into Eric’s gut. Mark just moaned as the cum kept shooting. He couldn’t remember ever shooting that much cum before. Marks body was pressed on Eric’s back while his cock unloaded the virus laden cum deep inside. As the pulses of cum subsided, Mark slowly started to thrust back in and out, pushing the cum around and deeper into Eric. A few minutes later his cock started to soften and Mark slowly pulled out telling Eric “Stay right there.” Mark jumped off the bed and went to the toy drawer in the dresser and pulled out a steel butt plug. Jumping back on the bed, he pressed the cold steel to Eric’s puffy hole and pushed it in until he felt the familiar pop as Eric’s hole sucked the plug the rest of the way in. Moving around to the side of the bed, he fed his dripping cock to Eric who quickly licked and sucked it clean. Once he had finished, Mark laid down in the bed, covered in sweat, cum and spit. Eric curled up next to him and kissed him one more time whispering “Thank you” as they both quickly fell asleep.

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****Part 2**** The Master, pleased with how the boy had cleaned his cock extracted it from the boys mouth. It was time to move on to the second stage of its indoctrination. He walked over to a tall metal cabinet which sat against a wall between a sling suspended from the ceiling and number of large steel rings fixed into the wall. The boy watched as the Master opened a drawer in the cabinet and removed a stainless steel kidney bowl, the type surgeons used in operating theatres. The boy began to feel a little nervous but it was the next object he saw taken from another drawer that sent his heart racing. He had worked on a farm during the summer holidays when he'd been at school, mostly in dairies but , he'd seen various procedures being carried out at other locations on the farm. He immediately recognised a burdizzo, a device for castrating young male calves. The boy began to sweat and shake with fear. He was totally at this man's mercy, completely secured on the table. His scrotum stretched with his testicles pulled away from his body. The Master walked across to him with the burdizzo. He noticed small yellow rubber bands on the jaws of the device and he knew his emasculation was imminent. Fear took over his body and he began shaking uncontrollably but, conversely his cock became fully erect in the strap that held in firmly on the underside of the bench. It swelled so much in the tight strap that it hurt. Something in his brain knew that this was the last time the body would have a chance to reproduce itself. Pressure grew to an astronomical level in his loins and his body tried to pull his testicles up towards his body but, the weights attached to his scrotum restrained them. Suddenly his body involuntary convulsed and he orgasmed, ejeculating a huge stream of sperm onto the cold tiled floor. He had cum violently, but his body in one last final vein attempt to fertilise something made him orgasm for a second time. There was much less seed produced this time but, almost everything that had remained in his testicles was pumped out through his cock. The boy lay on the bench now, completely spent. Under him was a pool of seminal fluid. Some of his sperm were still swimming in what was a wasted effort to impregnate something that wasn't there. Soon they would be dead, as was any chance of the boys reproduction. The Master looked at the boys pathetic effort and smirked. He hoped the boy had enjoyed his last proper orgasm. He reached under the bench. The weights had stretched the boys sack enough that he was able to grab a handful of the boys sack between his body and his balls. He tugged down hard and then manoeuvred the burdizzo over its testicles and as high up on his scrotum as he could, releasing the rubber band where the skin of the scrotum met with the boys body. The boy groaned and whimpered and said "No, please" but then remained silent, any hope of keeping himself intact gone. The Master reloaded the burdizzo and slid the tool over the boy balls again. This time he released the rubber band close the his testicles. The boy noticed that the Master had become fully erect again. The skin of his cock so taught it could barely cope with the strain. The Master went behind him and mounted him again. This time though he'd prepared its hole with a copious amount of lube, he'd inserted two fingers in his arse covered with the cold slimy fluid. The Master made sure the soft tissue inside the boys rectum was liberally coated before retracting his fingers, which were now coated with lube, a little blood and previously donated sperm. He had hopefully impregnated the boy on his first attempt, now this fuck was purely for his own pleasure. The tight wet, hot walls of its arse felt wonderful on his cock. There would be no rush to cum, he could fuck him as long and hard as wanted. Meanwhile the boy was enjoying being fucked alot more than than first fuck but his testicles were throbbing like he was being continuously kicked in the balls. Under the bench his balls were slowly turning blue, dying from the lack of blood supply. The Master was fucking it hard now, pumping his cock in and out of the boy. It could feel his Masters balls slapping against his arse with every thrust. Sweat was dripping on him from his Masters body. The fuck lasted over twenty minutes before he finally felt him sink his member deep into his guts and unload his seed, coating his soft, yielding, hot internal flesh. The Master was spent now. He collapsed onto its back, enjoying the afterglow of his orgasm. It was glad the Master had finished. Everytime he had moved in or out it had made weights attached to his balls swing and cause, now, severe pain. The Master pulled his cock out of its arse. He made his way over to and armchair facing the boy and collapsed. He needed to rest for a few a while and recover. The next stage would need his full concentration so as to ensure the finished result was satisfactory. It lay whimpering for a few hours wishing he was somewhere else. What was he thinking surrendering himself to this sadist. He had been so turned on by the fantasy of being dominated for so long that any reality had long since departed his mind. That reality had returned now. The Master had left him in this poor state for at least a couple hours. He was glad when he finally returned. The Master examined its now dead testicles and scrotum. He made his way to the metal cabinet and opened another drawer. He slid open the drawer and removed a tool that was sealed in a sterile plastic bag. It was a scalpel combined with a filament that sealed a wound with very high heat to stop bleeding. He plugged the tool into a nearby socket and waited for the filament to heat to the required temperature. The boys eyes were wide with fear and he was shaking visibly. "Oh god please no" The Master replied "Your balls are dead and must be removed. I won't lie this will hurt, alot. But it's necessary for you to meet my requirements" The Master, holding the steel kidney dish in one had and the emasculator in the other moved under the bench. The boy braced himself. He felt the blade touch his scrotum just under where the rubber band had been placed near to his body. He felt the knife slowly sever his balls and his sack and the hot wire sealing the cut. The pain was was terrible but didn't last long until he heard the clang as his now severed testicles were collected in the kidney bowl. Then he passed out. ****To be continued ****

The problem is, he doesn't merely "think" he knows what the deity wants, he "knows" what the deity wants. In the US, we enjoy what's known as freedom of religion', meaning that no one gets to tell others how (or whether) to "believe". That issue is completely, 100% personal. There are many different belief-systems in the US, and all are welcome to either participate or decline to "believe". Thus, the angle/lens/belief system someone like Johnson views issues through is applicable only to him, (and possibly others with similar beliefs). He does not get to force his beliefs - whether religious, political, cultural - upon anyone else, just as we don't force ours on him. The Speaker of the House of Representative's first and only duty is to serve the Nation, inclusive of all citizens, regardless of their cultural/spiritual beliefs.

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Great partnership you boys have!

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What does this mean? I mean if there's another website that's good for these kind of meetups, if you could point me in the right direction..... haha Amen. Traded and sold in deals like nothing more than property. Sold daily to the most violent and perverse of men at top dollar so they can live up their dark fantasies on you. To then end your days one sold to your final owner, Good immortalizes you by making you the star and his snuff film. 😇 I second this. I mean you all don't have to come out of the woodwork and respond here but I mean at least message some bitches. You have consequence free sluts to make regret their wishes. I have found guys that said they would do it before. But they also lose interest if they know it's all set up. So I had an idea to find a guy like that and then let him find a guy for me. Explaining the situation but making its where I never actually talked to or meet the guy. And then he just unleashes them on me and tells him my information to find me. That's as real as I can make it. No success yet but I like it

This happened a few weeks ago on a evening when I was home alone and bored. So I hit up a guy with who I talked to on snapchat and invited him over. He wasn’t sure if he wanted to come but in the end decided to come to sit on my bed and have a boy to suck him off. He didn’t want to fuck because he was too tired for that. He told me he’d be there in 20 min. In the mean time I used the time to go to the toilet and get everything ready. I didn’t clean completely out, because it would only be a quick blowjob. He arrived and told me he was there, when I opened the door I discovered that he was an turkish man who was short, chubby and smelled like cigarettes. I was horny as fuck and he looked dominant and acted that way. He stepped inside, took off his slippers and told me to show him to the bed. I lead him upstairs and into my room. He took his joggers off and sat on my bed. Since he was going commando I could already see his hardon. He told me to strip to my underwear and get sucking. His dick was a bit below average but a blast to suck. I was sucking him while I laid between his legs to give hime a good view of my ass. He grabbed my head and took control. I was covering his dick in my spit while he was grunting and enjoying my mouth. Suddenly he told me to lay down on my stomach, once I did he spit on my hole and laid on top of me and started dry humping me. When his dick was moving against my hole I realized that I was wearing a jockstrap and apparently he liked that a lot. He was moving his dick harder and harder against my crack and I felt his head catching more and more of my hole. Suddenly he pushed a bit harder and I felt his dick slipping in. It caught me off guard and I let out a moan, it felt really good. He saw that as permission to continue because he put his full weight on top of me, put his arm around my throat and started to force his cock deeper and deeper inside me while adding more pressure to his arm. When he was balls deep he was full on choking me and I was lost in the pleasure of it all. He fucked hard while moaning and breathing in my ear, suddenly he was taking long deep strokes and collapsed on top of me, I felt the warmth of a fresh load seeping into my ass. He laid on top of me for a few minutes while i came back to my senses about what just happened. What would have been a quick blowjob turned out to be a rough bare fuck. When he pulled out I felt the emptiness and knew that he had turned me, since I never fucked bare before. Once he was out he got off the bed, gave my ass a slap and started dressing himself, at that moment I realised that I didn’t know his status and asked if he was clean, his response was “Yeah man” and showed himself out. It took a bit before I was recovered enough to get out of bed. It was a surprisingly good feeling, laying on bed with an ass full of cum.

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PART 4: James keeps throat fucking me and almost cums from his intense fucking, so he had to stop, take a break and cool himself down. I manage to ask Darrell, seeing he is preparing G for the new guests, if he can get me a bit more for myself, I had this feeling of a slutty whore that I desired so, and I didn’t want it to go away. I could tell Darrell was mulling it over, “you could have issues with too much since it’s your first G experience”. “ I can handle it I’m sure! I handle alcohol very well” I reply, desperate to have an even HIGHER peak of sensations that I already had felt, not to mention the increase in suggestibility from the G that I seemed to only make me grow increasingly promiscuous in my nature. He does prepare it for me, and James heads over to get it for me. I see this time it’s a mix of the G with coke combined, so I drink it, it goes down easier the second time, and I notice it’s about the same amount than the first. After drinking it James takes the cup and gives me a kiss on the lips, and almost immediately tilts my head back into deep throat position. At that point, I am completely restrained to the sling. I get spitroasted nonstop, then I feel more hands feeling up my body, I know James has me by the head, Ty has his arms wrapped around my legs as he pounds me to oblivion, but I feel other hands bow feeling the rest of my abs, someone is smacking my balls, and fondling my cock rather aggressively to try and make me hard. It’s clear the guys who came showed up were eager in joining the show. Before I know it, I feel very cold, and sweaty, much more than the first time, and at the same time, It didn’t take long before I started having moments where i felt like blacking out. It started very gradually, but then, things got very hazy in memory for a short while. I remember I was still conscious and trying to follow their orders and not try to resist, but I was fighting the need to pass out from the drugs. I remember bieng uncuffed, I was still bieng spit roasted, I couldn’t put up any resistance and didn’t want to either, both my hands were free now and were guided my the men to their cocks one man stranded on each side of me on the sling, they wrapped my hand on their cock and had me jack both of them off at a time. I now had cock in both my holes, and both my hands. I was having a harder time focusing with moments I was blacking out, but I was sure since no one could see my eyes( as my head was bent backwards bieng facefucked on the sling) they couldn’t tell I was on the verge of passing out. but I still tried to provide them pleasure. In the haze, I could feel different people trade positions, different people taking my cock, ass and hands at different times as they used my body for their satisfaction, knowing I was feeling different sized cocks in my mouth I hadn’t previously been used to, including one that was so deep I was sure he was going to reach my stomach cavity, I was turned into deep throat master as I was on the sling on Those ThinGs, I had a brief gap in memory, probably from blacking out, but the next thing I remember was bieng on the sling with my arms cuffed back up to each chain coming from the ceiling. , but now had a new metal chastity cage on my cock, one that fitted much smaller, very snug even when I was just flaccid, and a person who I didn’t recognize to the side of me, bent over me sucking on my nipples as he was doing something with my ass. I couldn’t tell at first, I thought he was working a large dildo up my ass, but I felt absolutely stuffed in my ass with something huge, I didn’t feel pain but I just knew I had never been gaped that much ever in my life. Suddenly he takes his hand out of my hole, it was his whole hand inside my ass. I never realized I was bieng fisted, and always thought fisting was beyond extreme, but here I was taking a fistful of lube up my ass and this random guy was essentially wearing me as his personal hand puppet. “Your so wet for me boy, your doing very good” it felt incredible as well, I could tell my cock was dribbling with large amounts of precum, I didn’t think I could cum at this point my hole was worn out, but I was still being driven by this eurphoric feeling I enjoyed so much, driven by his arm, which were just slender enough, and with small enough hands that i was just barely able to manage to stretch and fit into place. Looking up at the mirror perfectly presented on the sling, I knew that I should probably stay at that party for the rest of the night and just lose complete control. “Let your hole stretch out for me boy, your pussy looks delicious”. I still couldn’t mutter many words other than “THANK YOU” to him. I look go the couch and I see Ty, and james playing with each other, Darrel had another bottom who had showed up on a spreader bar, Darrel also looked to be fisting him, or at least teasing his hole. At this point the effects of the G and T become tolerable enough to where I can actually enjoy the experience and respond well enough. “How are you feeling, boy?” “ please ruin my hole sir” I tell him. “ I want to destroy your hole, I’m going to use this on you and let me know if you need me to go slower”. He points to a metal box with a very long rod protruding from the box. “What is that?” I ask, “ it’s a fucking machine, you are going to love it” He tells me. He attached a HUGE horse sized cock on it, it’s as thick as his wrist if not thicker, and only got even thicker as it got closer to the shaft. As I was tied up to the sling still, it felt like I had no choice, but to accept my fate. He quickly positions the fuck machine, and attaches the giant toy onto the pole, it goes inside me, and it was surprisingly comfortable, I was loosened up lot by everything that has used up my hole. He turns it on, and my eyes widen in sudden fear, the machine fucks all the way deep in my ass, a huge 12 inch cock, that must be dilating my hole up to nearly 4 inches wide I felt like I was bieng violently ripped apart, I felt every bit of the monster cock, it was strangely painful and pleasurable at the same time, but the look on the guy doing it was something of pure enjoyment, “ your fucking cunt is doing so well, I’m going to make you cum boy”, “ UUUUGGHHHHH I CANT HANDLE IT” “ PLEAAAAASE, it’s TOO MUCH!!!!” He only slightly lowered the speed, but it was still plunging deep inside me I was ready to beg to have him stop the machine, but like clockwork, all the extreme pain was morphing into extreme pleasure. I couldn’t believe it, in just 5 minutes, I went from nearly crying in pain, to crying out in pure pleasure. The waves of intense pleasure I was feeling though the night, returned and this time didn’t stop, the sensation only grew bigger and bigger as every thrust came through. More over the guy kept turning the speed up, as he paid attention to how much I was still enjoying it. Everything made everything more intense,” MORE PLEASE MORE!!!! OH MY GODDDD” “ OH FUUUU, MMMMHHHH” “ I, LO… I LOVE IT”the pain I should have been feeling from the gape fucking was turning into waves of pleasure crashing over my body, my cock was now dribbling precum everywhere, I was getting so violently fucked by the machine my soft cock became hard even when locked up, I wanted my cock to burst through, it was so rough, but I still couldn’t cum, my body was not letting me. My eyes rolled into the back of my head, finally giving in to the feeling, and wanting more than the feeling of absolute surrender to the fucking machine, I could feel the guy change the settings so it plunged even deeper in and out of me, all 12 inches fucking my body with about a 2 thrusts every second. My ass began pushing back onto the long toy, and not being able to do anything else, bieng completely restrained, I just looked staring upwards, revealing the scene I was in the middle of. I had been covered in a thick gel lube from head to toe, my body shined and glowed under the dim lighting. I see on the mirror the man lathering more gel lube all over the toy as it plunged out and back in, to make sure that I was as lubed as possible, and any lube dripping out he would just pick back up, spread across my Lower body, like a gentle massage, getting the thick gel everywhere. He increased the speed, at this point I was uncontrollable, I could hardly mutter any words, and my legs started shaking, then my whole body started to quiver as the machine only increased its fucking rate. “PLEASE MORE PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE…….. PPPLLLEEEAAASSSEEE!!!!” I couldn’t say much, I just continued to stare at the ceiling mirror as the soul was begging to be fucked out of my body. I can see my caged cock was now flowing with cum, I managed to see a long string of cum flowing down the side of my hip, the guy collected my cum with his fingers, and stuffed his fingers into my mouth, I received him by licking his fingers cleanly off. I was a completely submissive, wired cumdump in the middle of a massive anal orgasm. While I was cumming, the sensation still did NOT STOP, it only continued, and I continued to have cum flow out of my cock. My loud moaning drew the attention of everyone in the room. Ty quickly joined in, “shut up faggot, just take it” it was the last thing he told me before he stuffed his cock down my throat again, aggressively wrapping his hands on my throat, and deeply fucking me again. This time he stayed in a lot longer, I couldn’t breathe at times but didn’t care, I would rather pass out from the intensity than let the pleasure stop, everything contributed to only make my anal orgasm even stronger. The feeling right when you cum, in a normal orgasm, just didn’t stop for me, it continued for at least 8 minutes of pure fucking. “Fuck, I need to get inside of you “ the guy removed the machine from its position, and the sensation stopped, but now I could easily tell my asshole was super sensitive. The sensations that I was always feeling in my cock seemingly rewired itself into the feeling of pleasure from my ass, and I wanted it to stay that way. “OMG THAT FELT SO FUCKING GOOD” I was nearly giggly and felt so satisfied, but I still craved more cock than ever before. The stranger quickly stuffed his cock deep in my ass, humping me at lightning speed started the insane build up to anal orgasm again, this time I was getting to that orgasm much faster. I haven’t even noticed more people has showed up, a small group of guys were in the far corner 69’ing each other, another guy sitting on the couch on his phone recording the scene, and another person who just walked into the apartment with James. About 9 people were joined together in orgy, as I looked around the room, I began to shake again, my body shaking from all the pleasure. It felt like I finally realized what I was meant to be. I craved to be a little sex toy for their pleasure, I realized I enjoyed taking on cock and serving men, and nothing else would make me feel more satisfied or desired than this.

Did something I've never done before. Checked in and posted the Room number on Sniffies, BBRT, Twitter and Grindr. No screening of guys, just told the world the four hour time window that I'd be taking loads and asked that only guys 8"+ come through. I got 14 loads, all but two were hung and I had three over 10" that dug deep. Only trouble I had was a bottom showed up and tried to setup on the bed next to me and then gave me grief when I asked him to leave. After that, I went to Slammer to top. Took a viagra (don't have ED - can just go forever when I take one). I fucked over 50 guys (lost count) and shot six loads. I stuck my dick in every presenting ass and there were some nice sloppy holes. Was fucking a hot guy aggressively out in the open towards then end it made cum start leaking out of my ass down my leg. A hairy muscle guy with a big old dick pushed me down on a fuck bench and blasted his load in me. I was spent and went home at 3 am.

Hello. I’m a 44 yo engineer exec and have been getting blown or topping guys off and on for 20 years. Not many mind you. I had a couple of FWBs. Early on it was just because I had a high need for sex and couldn’t get enough from my wife. I took a long break from hooking up. My wife is not interested much in intimacy or fucking so I’ve been craving attention and giving attention. I’m not as good as I used to be, have some ED at times, and I’ve been hunting a younger man to fuck me. I’ve been wanting to try bottoming so I’ve been reading a lot of the hot posts here. I’ve found a young stud and we have hit it off so he may take my ass soon enough. I’ve enjoyed sucking him and letting him cum in my mouth. I’m excited about this new chapter for sure. thanks everyone for your posts, kinks, and thoughts on this forum!

I can only speak for Lab, Bull, Tom’s and Prinzknecht. You won’t have a problem getting into any of them. Deffo do the Lab on Thursday and Friday. The door is only open for 2 hours (21:00 till 23:00 on Thursday, 22:00 till 00.00 on Friday, I think)- get there early, ideally before the doors open, and be prepared to queue, especially on the Friday: to 2-4-1 nights are very popular). The Sunday afternoon session there is also pretty good. The other three are just regular bars with dark(ish) back rooms where guys fuck, and it’s unlikely you’ll have to queue for any of them. Best time for the Bull seems to be late, ie: after midnight. It’s the sleaziest of the three and definitely my favourite. Tom’s and Prinzknecht are similar- not sure what the best times are for those, though I imagine it’s probably the same as the Bull. New Action is a leather bar, and I’ve never felt suitably attired to enter. Not sure if you’re into saunas, but if you are, then the Boiler on Sunday afternoon is probably your best bet. Having said that, it’s the only place in Berlin where I’ve experienced any attitude: a lot of the guys who go are stunning, but they know it, and seem to spend most of their time posing for each other. Have fun!

I never thought of condoms after catching two guys in a park on the walking trail having sex (one on his knees sucking the other); when they saw me, I left that day at 13 yrs old with a load in my belly and a load in my fuck chute! I am sure the poppers and I found out later in life probably helped me take them, no beg them to take me.

I definitely agree. I've had numerous blowjob-only hookups end up with me getting fucked. It's always best to prepare for the unexpected.

Yesterday I went to Sunderland to meet a friend of the man I've been meeting. We actually met him in a little boat on the river. They had obviously been chatting about me and he had seen my old photos. It was straight in with them talking about me and how I first started sucking cock and that they knew what I was really after being a little whore. I stripped in the cabin while they talked about me. I felt very vulnerable but oddly powerful. The boat was right by the river path and it wasn't that warm, but I was hot enough it wasn't a problem. I did feel a little exposed, but the cabin gave some cover and I don't think the few people who were around saw anything. I sucked and was fucked bare by both of them. Cream applied to my ass before taking them fully to finish, because I am such a slut. Interesting wind down chat afterwards as they were very interested in me sucking when I was younger. This got me talking about how they started as they are both very mens men and not at all camp or gay in how they are. The man with the boat was an ex miner, and he said when he worked down the mine that male sex was very accepted and used to happen in the seams. It wasn't as open when he was there in the 80s as work was more controlled but it still happened n the working mens clubs, allotments and pigeon lofts and the men would go back to their wives at the end of the day. My "daddy" was an ex steelworker and driver and had similar stories. It's not how I would have imagined it! Anyway that's my cock fix for now, but I'm hoping for more of daddys load on Sunday. I'm over 50 and feel 15. It's incredible!

Got fucked at Northwich Sauna but the guy didn't cum in me. I came over his chest and I sucked him off to completion swallowing a load. Muscular Daddy type, my favourite.

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Part 1 “Why are you doing this?” he asked me. “Doing what?” as I rolled my eyes for the ‘n’ time as we were having this conversation. Again. “Doing stuff with the old trolls?” he retorqued. “Why not?” replying with a question. “They are men, with cocks, balls and asses like you and me” “You are 20 and they are what, hundred years old?” “So? A nice cock in my ass has no age” I replied, proud of my wisdom. “Yeah, can they still even get hard?”, he mockingly replied. “Most of them yes and unlike many guys our age, they know how to use a cock to please a guy. It’s not just a big-bang macho-type fuck you. They really appreciate the time I gave them, and they return it well. If they can’t get hard, well I let them nurse my cock as long as they want, lick my balls until they are smooth and shiny, and I can fuck them if they feel like it, giving them a nice special hot sauce load deep in their asses. And then, continue to fuck them until I whip my cum in a creamy coating all over my dick and fed it back to them like a nice dessert to a sugar-starving diabetic. It is a win-win situation.” “Well, most of them have a flabby stomach, they are old man with denture, wrinkled and have grey hair.” He said in disdainful voice. “Like we will one day” I replied in an amused voice. “Ever had a toothless man sucking on your cock? Probably not. And, when was the last time you suck my cock for 3 consecutive hours? Edging me an entire afternoon to slowly catch my cum in your mouth like it was the last nectar on earth? Rimming, licking and tonguing my sweaty arse after my Sunday morning run? “Huh… never” he said hesitantly. “That’s my point. When we are together, we have amazing sex. And I mean it. This, well, it is another sex dimension. I like older men for what we bring to each other. Like you do with those muscled gym rat.” The day had been really warm in Montreal. It was still early afternoon as my boyfriend and I walked in the bathhouse. It would be like most Fridays, where we could catch 2 or 3 straight guys each, right off work, stopping by to drop a load in our hungry mouth or asses before returning to their girlfriend or family. Few of them were regulars. There were a lot of tourists from Ontario this week again, so we might get lucky and get an extra fuck or two before the night start. I would spend the rest of the night until way after dawn the following day, seeking senior men. As I like to take my time, they fitted the bill. My boyfriend was more the gangbang-type, even more if they had a little muscle on them and a big muscle down there. *** “Full. Completely” repeated the punk at the reception, as he playfully pull on his nose ring while the other hand, what I presumably assumed by the light movement of his arm, was down in the front of his pants. “Impossible, you must be joking” my boyfriend replied incredulously. “I know, it’s crazy. No more rooms or lockers available. We’re full.” he said, openly feeling himself in front of us. “I am already hard thinking at what might happen tonight with all these people”. Four guys entered behind us, making a line in the small entrance. “You must let us enter. We’ve been coming here every week for the last 2 years” my boyfriend added. “No can do. It’s full” he said apologetically. His last remark perks up some interests from the guys behind us, and they started paying attention to our conversation. “I have an idea. We will strip here and put our clothes in my bag, and you keep it behind the counter” I said. “Whoa, whoa… I can’t…” his voice got lost in the guys cheering’s. No sooner said, the 4 guys started to strip right there. I nudged my boyfriend and not wanting to be the last, we got naked in less time than an orgasm last. “Holy shit” the punk exclaimed, extending his head over the counter to take a [banned word] on us and the other guys. “You can’t be naked here! Fucking hell! Get in through the door here and hand me your bags before you get arrested!” Another round of cheers and laughs were heard from the guys. I turned my head to get another look at the naked guys. The one closer to me had a tattoo covered-body, ear and nipples pierced, a long and thin soft cock armed with a two-headed PA, like a bullhorn-shape, nested in a semi-retracted foreskin. Yummy. When I looked back, his babyface was smiling back. He leaned in to fully kiss me on the lips, but last second, he pushed his tongue forcefully in my mouth. The kiss lasted only few seconds, but like the song says: “With all these sick thoughts in my head I'm going evil in the brain”, I returned the sloppy kiss. I broke out and got closer, putting my mouth to his ear: “Hmmm… Nice piercings by the way” as I gave a thug at his warm cock.

Ch.2 How long had I stood in the darkness? Time definitely plays tricks in moments like this. Aside from the nervousness that came from standing semi-naked waiting for some stranger to take advantage of me, was the strange trance like quality of the darkness. Outside sounds were muffled, and my vision was quite limited with only outside ambient light to see by. I had no conscious way of tracking the time I could only guess that I hadn't been there for too long when I heard crunching footfalls approaching from outside. I tensed and second guessed what I was doing when it was too late to move. "What have we here? Oh you dirty dirty boy!" I guessed from his voice and the way he spoke he was older but I was frozen in place. I had been caught and now were the consequences, I hoped the ones I had been seeking. I tensed a little when I felt a rough hand slide over the cheeks of my arse and softly probe between them, then I relaxed and pushed myself against that warm hand sighing. I was relieved that I had been found by someone who was clearly here for the same reasons and that let me relax into accepting this gentlemans advances. He was a gentle man. He stroked and teased and caressed my backside for a few minutes and I was almost purring from it. So when he knelt down behind me spread me wide and began to lick at my hole I moaned in absolute pleasure. Playing alone is good but nothing compares to giving up control to another. Every touch is unexpected and every sensation is heightened because of it. He was clearly very experienced with what he was doing. Alternating licks and sucks at my spread hole had me shuddering and gasping. I could barely keep still it felt so good. My hole opened up for him and he kept at it, tonguing and smacking at my sensitive flesh with his lips. "Mmmmph!" He hummed against me causing me to gasp out loud at the sudden sensation overload. I felt him lean back and away from me and then I felt his fingers press to my opening. "Does it feel good here? Is this what you want, this hole opened up wide?" As he asked me his finger, then two pressed into me. I pushed out and pressed myself onto his digits letting out a deep moan as I felt myself penetrated. He hooked his fingers as he pressed them deeper still and he scraped over my prostate causing my cock to jump and another gutteral grunt escape my lips. "Good boy. Good boy." The man crooned as he began to work his fingers in and out of me at an increased pace. "You know this is what you wanted. Why you were waiting for me." "Oh god yes!" I managed to gasp as I felt my hole spasm as he worked me open even more. I heard a shuffling and he stood behind me his hand still pumping steadily at my hole. His other hand rested on the small of my back and he stroked my skin. The only sounds were the wet noises from my now opened arsehole and my own panting as I let myself succumb to his wishes. "Feels good doesn't it boy? But it's not what you really came for is it? I know what dirty boys like you are really after!" I wasn't really listening I was too busy humping my hips in time to his pumping hand movements but I gasped and almost cried out as his fingers were all of a sudden gone from my clenching hole. It was only a second before there was another distinct pressure at my backdoor and then both his hands were on my hips and the pressure was inside me as he jammed his cock all the way in one definite drive. "Oh fuck!" This came from me through clenched teeth as the pleasure of being filled up exploded inside me but I wasn't given time to do anything more but hold on as he began fucking me. Long, deep strokes of his cock were worked in and out of me and his hips were bumped into my arsecheeks creating a slapping tempo that would be unmistakable to anyone listening. I grinned in the darkness as I pressed back onto my temporary lover thinking that this was just where I came in earlier and I imagined a long line of fuckers and fuckees swapping places for the rest of the night each interrupting the previous pairing. I was shaken from this lust fuelled reverie as I felt my fucker shift up a gear. "You dirty boy waiting for someone to fuck you." He didn't feel so gentle now as he was obviously nearing his climax, he was being driven by the need to breed and I was eager for it. "You need my cum don't you? Going to let me cum all the way inside you aren't you?" He wasn't waiting for a response, and to be honest I wasn't capable of much more than moaning like the slut he was now calling me. But he was right, I did want it. His cum, his load, his fuck juices sprayed deep inside me. I didn't ask but I offered myself and he pushed in without any thought for anything other than raw fucking. He needed to spread his seed and I offered my hole up for his use. And now he was pounding me hard and his cock was throbbing inside me and we were both grunting as his and my needs collided. Pushing all the way inside he suddenly stopped and practically collapsed across my back and his whole body convulsed as his sperm fired out coating my inner walls. I pushed and squeezed my hole around his cock, trying to milk him thouroughly, as desperate to take his cum as he was to make me take it. "Oh fuck boy, that was just what I needed. I think you did too." He slid himself from me and patted my arse. "You are going to be very popular here taking it raw like that. There's a lot who come around here who love to breed a willing hole like yours." He leaned into the my back once more and kissed the back of my neck and whispered in my ear, "and if you weren't poz before you soon will be." With that he left me standing there in the dark as his potent seed soaked into me.

Great plan. Then Covid stepped in. The Canada US boarder was closed mid March and travel from Ontario to BC was more than discouraged. At first Jack and Stu thought 'No problem, give this a couple months, it will pass and then on with our plan. ' But two months turned into six and there was still no end in sight. Jack's small community offered no sexual encounters that he could find. All he could rely on were frequent video sex calls with Stu and strangers, but he noticed he was dropping into depression with a total lack of human touch. Stu was afforded more opportunities in Boston. At first he avoided sharing these with Jack but as the months piled on he would let Jack watch. Mostly he restrained himself to oral sex. But every now and then Jack would watch as his friend bred a stranger. On even rarer occasions, when Stu was fairly certain his hookup was negative or undetectable, Jack would watch as his Boston friend took a raw cock and breeding. Stu really wanted Jack to be the one to fill him with the toxic DNA that would convert him. The toxic seed that would bring on his conversion and set him free as a bareback bottom cum slut. Like a duck feeding he could just offer up his ass, no questions asked. Each time Jack watched Stu take a load his desperation grew. How would they solve this quarantine dilemma? The day came eight months in that Stu informed Jack he had a hookup date planned. Not just any hookup. The 6.5 foot barrel chested black bear coming over that very night was to breed him, filling him with a high viral load of HIV. Stu was tired of waiting and this hunk with tightly curled black hair on his chest and stomach was just to hot to pass up. Jack tried in vain to talk Stu out of it. He even considered not watching this live feed but in the end couldn't stay away. Stu had five cameras. Four pointed from different locations and angles toward his bed. One captured the bedroom door. Jack got feeds from all cameras and could choose to view them all at once or one or two at a time. He also had capacity to control the zoom feature on each of the cameras. The call started with Stu naked, ass up in the middle of his king size bed. Within a few minutes the door to his bedroom opened and in walked the hulk of a black man who instantly moved in to eat out Stu's hairy hole. Jack zoomed in on Stu's face to see Stu in seventh heaven. Then he switched cameras to pick up the assailants face buried in Stu's ass. He could see the excellent technique. No wonder Stu looked so overjoyed and overcome. After about five minutes Stu's voice was heard begging, "Just fuck me already please!" The black man's tongue performed a few more deep penetrations. Slowly and methodically he stood, removed and folded his clothing. He knew this was being live streamed so he did quite a well rehearsed strip tease performance. When he finally lowered his tight pristine white briefs his substantial hard on slapped against his solid stomach. He reached into his pants pocket and pulled out a toothbrush proceeding to prep Stu's insides for the onslaught of toxic cum. Stu's face grimaced in horror as he had not considered this move. A look of resolved acceptance finally settled in. Jack's heart was racing and his cock was as hard as a rock. The black bear turned Stu on his back, crawled between his legs and lifted them to his shoulders in one smooth motion. Stu's concerned face shifted to inviting joy. The top slobbered into Stu's exposed hole and spit onto his massive erection. Without pause he plunged his naked cock into Stu's arse. Both Stu and Jack gasped for breath as the vicious onslaught ensued. Stu's vulnerable ass was being torn apart without mercy and the black man's smile became more and more sinister. Jack was appalled by his own excitement and was frantically stroking his own solid meat. Amid grunts of satisfaction the black man spoke. "So tell me how much you love my big black poz raw cock up your ass boy." "Oh yeah I love it!" was Stu's breathless response. Unsatisfied, "You like what?" "Your big black raw poz cock tearing my ass apart!" "Better!, and tell me what you want, tell me in detail you fuckin bareback whore." "I need you to shoot in me, don't pull out! Fill me full of your deadly poz cum. Knock me up! Infect my blood, ass and guts!" That's when Jack went over the edge and was spewing all over his computer keyboard and screen. Stu was next as volley after volley of his cum sprayed on both stomachs and chests, as well as Stu's face. Stu's ass contractions milked strand after strand of highly toxic cum into his ragged gut walls. The Boston pair collapsed into a heaving mass as Jack frantically tried to clean up his keyboard, the screen could wait.

Part 7 Jeffrey slid his dick out of the boy, revealing a hole that was no longer tight and pink. It was gaping open a bit, and was puffy and red. Pink cum oozed out of Eric's ruined hole, which made my own cock throb. Even though I had cum twice already, I knew I had another one in me. I was so fucking turned on having my fantasy come true. There before me lay the beautiful Prince Eric, fucked up out of his gourd, his ruined asshole leaking poz cum. And there was so much more to come. We still had a couple of days left in Florida. And if I got my way, Prince Eric would be taken back home with us to live his life as our cumdump slave. I slid my cock into the helpless boy, groaning as I felt his loose, sloppy cunt, no longer tight. I smiled as his hole made shloopy sounds as I fucked his stretched out cum filled chute. He moaned into his gag as I fucked him. I looked down at his beautiful face as he looked back at me with his unfocused eyes. I raised my hand and gave him a hard slap across his right cheek. He cried out in pain and surprise, and I felt his asshole squeeze involuntarily on my cock. This only goaded me on. I gave him another hard slap across his left cheek, and tears welled in his eyes. My dick got harder as I inflicted this new pain on him. I slapped him over and over as hard as I could as the tears streamed from his eyes and his face turned a crimson red. Then I pushed his head to the side and dove onto his neck. Not only did I suck as hard as I could, but I bit into his skin, drawing a little blood. Eric was screaming in pain into the gag, and that sent me over the edge. I pumped dirty load number 5 into the sweet 18 year old Mormon ass as I tasted his blood like a vampire. I didn't stop sucking until I had finished unloading into him, then pulled off to admire my handiwork. I left a mark that was already a deep purple, and you could clearly see my teeth marks. I ripped the duct tape off of his face and pulled out the soggy, dirty jockstrap from his mouth. Eric gasped for air as I slid out of his ass and moved to his head. I grabbed a handful of his thick, black hair and forced my slimy, ass covered cock into his mouth. He didn't even hesitate as he sucked and licked me clean. He was adjusting to his new position very quickly. I sat back and grabbed my phone as Dave unhooked Eric's wrists from his ankles, reattached them to his collar, and put the spreader bar back on. He pulled Eric down so he was on his stomach again, legs hanging over the bed. Then Dave licked his finger and stuck it in a bag of powder, coating it in a fine covering of crystals. He shoved it into the princes leaking fuck-hole, twisting his finger around and around, grinding the crystals into the boys already flaming hot hole, causing Eric to whimper and whine. Then he grabbed the front of Eric's hair and yanked his head back, causing the boy to arch his back as he slammed his cock into him as hard as he could. Jeffrey covered his nose and mouth again with the popper rag while Dave pulled his head back and pounded him hard. Steve approached the boys head saying, "I gotta piss bitch, and you better not spill a drop if you know what's good for you!" He grabbed Eric's hair from Dave and forced him onto his cock. Within seconds, I could see Eric swallowing Steve's chem piss as his cunt got pounded. To his credit, Eric drank it all down. Of course I filmed it all. I was determined to completely destroy Eric's life and make him mine. And I was well on the way. I checked my messages and Alex had sent more. One of them was a video of Brent, still blindfolded on the fuck bench as an elderly man with sagging skin, a bloated belly, saggy tits and a visible biohazard tattoo announced he was cumming. The camera panned to Alex's face as he smiled and said, "Number 28! The last one of the night." Then it showed Brent's gaping hole as cum dripped out of it before a large buttplug was shoved into it, locking the loads inside him. I texted Alex, "I've got the perfect place for your boy to deposit those loads!" Then I sent him the video I just took of Eric drinking chem piss as his hole was pounded. Alex soon texted back, "Don't worry, we're way ahead of you! Neither of us has come yet tonight. We figured the prince needed more dirty loads on his initiation night! We're almost back to the hotel. See you shortly." I smiled knowing I could always count on my friends. Alex and Joe showed up right as Dave was adding load number 6 into the young princes guts. Brent looked well used, like a whore should look. Dave pulled out of Eric and grabbed the back of Brent's neck, forcing him to his knees. He didn't even have to say a word as Brent took his dirty dick into his mouth. Brent cleaned it off, then Dave started pissing into his mouth, which Brent thirstily drank down. I hoped to have Eric trained that well soon. Steve quickly attached the spider gag to Eric again, stretching his mouth wide open, as we gathered around our captive prince and Brent straddled him with his ass over his face. Joe reached up and gently pulled the fat plug out of his boys cumhole. Immediately, cum started running out and into Eric's open hole. Brent even farted a couple of times splattering his ass loads over Eric's face, getting in his eyes and burning them. Soon, Eric's mouth was full of the slightly brownish goo, and Brent's hole was now empty. "Swallow it slut!" I demanded, and Eric complied, as difficult as it was for him to swallow without being able to close his mouth. I smiled as I filmed yet another degradation of the teenage Mormon boy. Joe wasted no time as he flipped Eric back over onto his stomach and shoved his cock into the cumdump beneath him. He and Alex had the smallest dicks in our group, both being 7 inches, but they were both still thick and had matching p.a.'s. Soon Eric was moaning as this new dick fucked him. Meanwhile, Alex was unlocking Brent's chastity cage. "Our boy hasn't cum in two months, and I think he earned it tonight. I think Prince Eric needs to suck him off." He then led Brent to the bed and positioned him in front of Eric. Brent was soft as Eric took him into his mouth. I smiled because I didn't even tell him what to do. He just started sucking Brent's soft little cock while Joe fucked him. Soon Brent was at his full hard 5 inches, which isn't to bad considering he's only 5'6". It was only a couple of minutes before Brent was panting hard and filling Eric's mouth with a two month nut. Eric sucked it down without thinking twice about it. "Well, that was good, but I think our boy needs more milking." Said Alex as he filled a pipe. He held it up to Brent's mouth and lit it. The boy inhaled and held it until Alex said, "Release." He blew out a big white cloud, and Alex made him do it 4 more times. Then Alex took the metal buttplug and stuck it up Brent's ass and handed the control box to Steve. At this point Joe went ridged as he added dirty load number 7 to the cum soup inside Eric. He pulled out and Alex replaced him saying, "I want our slut to cum two more times before I do. And if he doesn't, you will BOTH be punished. Now start sucking!" Eric engulphed Brent's shriveled up little Tina dick, and sucked it like the whore he was born to be. Steve massaged Brent's prostate with the electro buttplug, and in just a couple of more minutes, he started shaking and moaning as his still soft dick gave up it's second load. He tried to push Eric off of his overly sensitive dick, only to get backhanded by Alex. "Don't you dare push him off of you, you little bitch!" Admonished alex. "You were given instructions, and I expect them to be followed! You better cum or else!" Eric started sucking Brent like a vacuum as Steve turned up the power on the box. Joe climbed on to the bed behind Brent and covered his mouth and nose with the popper rag. Then he put some alligator clips on Brent's nipples that were pierced with bars through them. Brent cried out as the pain surged through him. And sure enough, he was soon shaking and whining, his whole body jerking as he gave up a third load into Eric's second cumhole in an orgasm I was sure was more painful than pleasurable. Right as Brent gave up the last of his cum, Alex buried himself in Eric and delivered his 8th dirty load in less than 6 hours from when our young prince was still a virgin. "Well damnit." Said Alex as he pulled out. "I really wanted to punish you, so I think I will anyway."

After the 3 of them took turns on Daltons partied up fickhole, he was begging for more cock n meth. Please give me more! I cant get enough! He was spun out of this world n whimpering. Jesse said, We should take him to Tristans, hes got a houseful that can bang this faggot. What u say Dalton, wanna get even higher n get gangbamged? Oh fuck yes!! He moaned n squirmed please!! They got dressed n Tom calls up Tristan n says we got another chemwhore for u, this ones begging to be gangbanged after the 3 of us took turns on him. Yep, he turned out to be an insatiable cockwhore. Tristan said, Hot damn! Ive got 10 guys here now n can get alot more, bring the slut over! They arrive, Tristan introduces himself, Hey bitch! So u wanna get gangbanged? Well theres like 30 guys here n more on the way and lots of tina. We all went into a party room w a sling where Daltons spun ass was put into, slammed, more t laced lube pushed up his ass n him begging for dick now. Daltons a gangbang whore now, insatiable lil chemwhore.

PART TWO As I lay there in the dark chained to the sling, I felt something placed over my face. There were hands feeling my head. Murmurs from Steve and Johan told me something was happening to them too. Then I realised what it was. They were blindfolding us. "I need to explain to our three cumseekers here," Ben said. "I told you we would make it interesting. Well, you guys are extremely lucky. It's not very often that we have three spins and no winner. To make it more fun, none of you sluts are going to know the results of the last spin." There was suddenly silence as the fourth and final spin happened. Was it going to be me? Ben broke the silence by suddenly declaring, "I'm going to switch on the light now, so that all the guys can see the result of the fourth spin. Except you with the blindfolds, obviously, and we won't be telling you the outcome. We thought we would keep you in suspense for a while." I was still trying to take this in when something touched my nose. It smelt of poppers and I took a long hit. "Take as much as you can," someone whispered. "You'll need it." Ben continued: "All three of you are going to get fucked now. The chosen one will be taking only the poz cock. The other two of you will be getting the rest of the cock... the neg cock.. or at least the ones that were neg the last time they were tested, which could be a few dozen fucks ago now. Anyway, I'm sure you won't mind taking a chance on that." I could sense that guys were crowding in around us now and working to get their cocks ready for action. Someone was fingering my ass again and this time there was a slight burning sensation. I couldn't focus well. Then I suddenly felt something at my mouth. It felt like a cigarette and I clasped my lips around it and sucked greedily. "Make the most of it," a voice said. "This could be your last neg smoke." I took another deep drag as a cock pressed against my hole then pushed all the way in. The pain was unreal as he started to fuck my hole mercilessly. I was not ready for it and it was so painful to start with that he might as well of had his arm inside of me. After a few minutes, though, it didn't feel as bad and I was starting to get into it. I could feel myself swinging and rocking as he grabbed me and shoved his dick deep inside me. "What is it you want?" he asked. "Cum," I said. "What sort of cum? Let me hear it." "Poz cum." "And maybe that's what you are gonna get," he said. "Here comes my load." He slammed inside of me one last time and held it there. As soon as he pulled out, another guy immediately got to work fucking me. By this time, I was starting to enjoy the sensation and I realized I could hear Johan and Steve grunting and groaning in their slings. I was probably making plenty noise myself, too. Steve was obviously loving it and he was moaning loudly and begging for more, really getting into it. Johan on the other side sounded like he was more in pain. The guy fucking now me was huge. Luckily the first guy had opened me up well enough to be able to take him. He wasn't very deep, but he was thick and I felt full. "Guess what?" he said quietly, "Three months ago, my neg ass was in this exact sling getting fucked, getting fucked by two big cocks. It was amazing and the best feeling. I went to the doctors to get tested and got my results back last week and told Ben. He said they were short of guys and needed some huge cock to fuck you three sluts. I can tell you're desperate to ask what my test results were, but you'll just have to guess." At this point, I started to tear up thinking that this could be the cock that gives it to me. I could be the 'lucky' number. My heart sank as the dude who was fucking me gave his final few thrusts before another dick entered me. They kept fucking me in turns, one after another and I lost track of the time. I figured I had at least been fucked by all the guys who were crowding around me, maybe even a few of them had a couple rounds on my hole. I felt so used and fucked as there was nothing I could do except lay there and wait for them to now finish using my hole. At this point, I had no idea if everything I had inside me was neg or poz. "This ass is getting sloppy" said the guy who was fucking me. Not something I wanted to hear but kinda felt proud, like I was joining the ranks of a real bottom slut. At this point I suddenly felt a lot more pressure at my hole. It dawned on me, he was fucking me with not only his cock inside me, but also a dildo. Steve was still making a lot of noise but less than before. I could still hear Johan being used as the chains on the sling were rattling, but he wasn't making any noise at this time. They had really started to wear us out. As the tops started to wind down, the three of us lay in our slings, exhausted and sore. They fitted us with butt plugs and took our blindfolds off. The men that stood around the room looked exhausted but proud of their efforts. I glanced at Johan and Steve, both looking dazed, and at that moment a thought flashed through my mind. What had I done? Was it too late? "Look at the boards in front of you," Ben said loudly. "The tally marks are the number of loads you've received this evening. For one of you, that's A LOT of poz cum inside your fuck hole" I stared at the board, I got 23 loads and these guys weren't quick fucks. They took their time, no wonder I am now so loose. I glanced over at Steve's number, he got 18, while Johan got 16. Apparently, I was the guy to fuck tonight. Or did this mean I was the chosen one and they wanted to make sure I was fully loaded? "Keep those butt plugs in as long as you can," Ben said. "We don't want any of that valuable manjuice leaking out, especially for one of you." Finally, they unfastened our handcuffs and helped us out of the slings. Steve was the first to speak. "So who was the guy with the lucky number?" "Well," said Ben, "We're going to keep you waiting a little longer. Right now, you can go home, and if any of you get sick in the next few weeks, give me a call." Steve, Johan, and I all quickly grabbed our clothing, and were quickly rushed out the door and into the street. The three of us stood then thinking, what happened? What do we do next? Johan had an idea: "Want to trade numbers so we can text the others if we get the flu?" We agreed and started to part ways. As I'm walking away, Johan catches up to me stops me. Under the street lights, he was cute and there wasn't a person in sight. He asked if he could give me a blowjob and I said yes. I dropped my pants and right there in the street this cute young guy went to town on getting my load. I couldn't last long after all the stimulation I had got this evening and blasted it down his throat. As quickly as he asked, he got up, said thank you and off he went, leaving me standing on the street with a deflating cock and my pants around my ankles. I pulled my pants up and headed home for a great sleep. .. It's been two weeks now, and I'm counting every day. Every time I sneeze or feel an ache somewhere I wonder if it's the start of the fuck flu. Last night I woke up in bed with a sweat and thought that was it, but it passed. I keep wondering too about Johan and Steve. Maybe it's time to give them a call.