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Chapter 2 It’s been a few months since I last saw Keith. No one has fucked me like he did before we left for college. If it wasn’t for him, I probably would have rather stayed in my frat house and only come home for Christmas just so I could hook up with anyone I wanted freely. Thankfully Keith said he got a place for a few days just so we could catch up and not have to worry about parents. The address he gave me is a cabin about 30-40 min away from our hometown. When he said he got a place, I didn’t quite expect it to be a getaway destination. The place seems nice. It has an industrial feel to it, is modern, and is packed with some excellent amenities like a pool table, ping pong table, and hot tub. When I looked through the pictures, all I could think about was where in the house we can fuck each other brains out. I pulled up to the driveway and there were two other cars there, too. I recognize both of them. They belong to Henrique and Marc, both are a grade above us. Henrique is this hot Brazilian exchange student. About 6’0, nice dark skin tone, had a slender tone build and his arms were already covered in sleeves of tattoos in high school. He wasn’t exactly a typical high school student. I don’t know the background but all I know was that he was already 20 when I was a junior. He gives out a bad-boy vibe which makes him intriguing. Rumor has it that he has a huge curve dick and he knows how to use it. Girls described that sex with Henrique wasn’t just sex. It was an “experience”, whatever the fuck that means. Marc’s family was Henrique’s host family when he came to the US. They hit it off right away and pretty much have been inseparable since they met. He’s 6’4, ginger, with a deep voice. I don’t know much about him really because other than being on the football team together, we didn’t really interact with each other all that much. I’ve seen him bending over in the locker room before. I must admit, his red hair makes his butthole extra delicious looking. I jack off thinking about him sitting on my face, making me eat his hole and tongue fuck him plenty of times during football season. I surely wouldn’t mind if they stay with Keith and me at the cabin, as long as they don’t mind us fucking everywhere. I got out of my car and walked around the house to the back, following the smell of delicious steak to the back, and found Henrique out back cooking steak, brazilian style. They look and smell so good. Even better was Henrique, who was wearing nothing but an apron and sandals. I had no idea his back was covered in ink, too. As he walked around, his dick, which hang down just a little above his knee swung freely left and right. “Oi Benny. Long time. Man, you look good. You seem hungry, are you?” he gave a devilish smile “The steaks need a few more minutes but my sausage is ready if you want it.” I stood there with my mouth open and my eyes fixated on his cock. It wasn’t anywhere near hard, but its size was already nearly as big as Keith's dick at 100%. I also didn’t know he was into guys so I was trying to decide whether he was making a joke at me or serious. I didn’t need to figure out the answer because the next thing I knew, he already walked up to me and gave me a deep tongue kiss. While we were making out, his right hand moved down from my waist into my shorts and had his middle finger pressed firmly against my hole. He stuck the tip of his finger in my hole and out quickly. It burns a little. I’m guessing it was probably salt since he’s been grilling. “Nice and tight. You gonna be calling me papai after dinner Benny boy. It’s great to see you. Marc and Keith are in the house. Get comfortable. I’ll be right in with dinner soon. Oh….can you throw me a beer from the fridge?” “Year, sure. Nice to see you, too” I was still shocked by everything that all happened so quickly. After I tossed Henrique a beer, I walked down the hallway looking for Keith and Marc. Then I saw Marc walk out of the bathroom completely nude into the room directly across from it and Keith was just turned on the shower and taking off his soaking wet shirt. “Hey man. What have you been up to working up a sweat that got your shirt soaking wet?”, I said “Marc was teaching me something new. You'll learn soon enough. I’m glad you’re here though. Sorry I didn’t tell you about Henrique and Marc being here. It’s technically this is Marc’s place. His parents own this cabin. He moved out here after high school and has modernized the place. It is a nice place, isn’t it?” Keith sounded kind of out of it. Maybe he’s just exhausted from helping Marc with the place. I didn’t think too much of it. He looks like he’s gotten a bit slider and slightly scruffy. I dig his new look. He looks great under that rainfall showerhead. The shower was big enough for all four of us. I’d been driving all day, so I decided to get in the shower with Keith. Just as I took off my underwear Marc slapped my butt and said “Hey Benny. That ass truly is as good as Keith described it. I liked your butt when we were on the football team together but it’s been a while and your ass has gotten more ripe than I remembered. There’s a towel in the closet after you are done. I’m always nude because this is my place, but there’s a robe in the guest bedroom if you want to wear it. Make yourself at home. Dinner should be ready by the time you guys are done. I’ll come back to that cake of yours after dinner” Marc smiled and licked around his lips in a circular motion as he walked toward the dining room. “Wow! Did you see Marc’s dick?” I said to Keith as I got in the shower with him “It was as thick as my arm!!” “Yeah. His dick is no joke, but you know you miss mine the past few months.” Keith said as he pushed me down and put his rock-hard dick in my mouth. I gagged, then I heard Keith said “Say thank you Papai” I was confused and hesitated, then before I knew it, Keith forcefully shoved his dick even deeper in my throat and said, “Say thank you papai. That’s a number 1 house rule you must learn in this house, or you gonna chocking on a dick for a while”. I mumbled those three words out of my mouth then Keith finally let go of my head and leaned forward, gave me a French kiss and pinched both of my nipples. “That’s a good boy. We’re gonna have so much fun with you. It’s gonna be a long night. Do you want some time to yourself in here?”. I nodded as Keith slid his dick up and down my butt crack, and the head of his dick slid right in my hole briefly and made me moan aloud “Oooo…..this hole has been through some college training, hasn’t it? It was much harder to get my dick in the last time. You are such a slut. I had thought I might have to teach you how to get ready, but now I think you know exactly what to do don’t you?”. We both laughed as Keith exited the shower and started toweling himself off and said, “We won’t start dinner with you but take your time.” As I walked in, Henrique was fucking Marc’s throat sitting in a chair while rimming Keith’s hole. Keith seems a bit different compared to when he left the shower a few minutes ago, but I couldn’t quite pinpoint what it was. I was wondering if Keith would let me fuck him at some point. I think the way he moaned basically gave the answer I needed. Henrique saw me from the corner of his eye and said “Alright pigs. It’s dinner time” Dinner was delicious, and I had a great time catching up on a lot that I had no idea was going on when we were all in high school back then. It’s as if I lived under a rock the whole time. I knew nothing until tonight. The day Henrique arrived at Marc’s, he was high as fuck because the night before he was at a sex party fucking all night. He took a slam to keep himself awake so he could make sure that he made it onto the plane. When the plane’s lights went off, he decided to whip out his dick and stroked it because he was in the last row on the plane, and no one else was in that row with him. Then he realized the flight attendant had been looking at him stroking his monster dick for how long he had no idea. Henrique wiped his precum off his dick with his finger and signaled the flight attendant to suck on his finger. The flight attendant took no time to lick the cum off Henrique’s finger. Henrique whispered to his ear, telling him to go into the bathroom and make sure his pants were off and his hole was facing the door. Henrique said he walked in the bathroom shortly after, covered the flight attendant’s mouth then went balls dick in his hole right away. He kept his mouth covered and pounded him until he unload in his hole. Henrique showed us a picture of his dick half way in the flight attendant’s gaping hole after he bred him and wrote “whore” on the flight attendant’s lower back with a marker. Henrique said he slammed once more before getting off the plane because he had already seen pictures of Marc and was already determined to make him a cumdump of his. He snuck into Marc’s room that night, covered his mouth the same way he did with the flight attendant, and popped Marc’s virgin hole forcefully. We were surprised that he could hold Marc down, who was so much bigger than him. Henrique said he had put some g in Marc’s drink before bed so Marc could barely fight him and his hole was hungry for his cock. Marc just didn’t even know that’s what he needed until he started moaning like a bitch. Henrique had gone to bed after breeding Marc’s hole but Marc was high as fuck from Henrique’s chem cum and couldn’t sleep. He fingered himself all night long but still couldn’t get himself to cum. In the morning before school, Marc begged Henrique to please fuck him again so he could cum. He had a midterm that day, and he could not focus unless he shot his load. Marc said all he could think about was Henrique forcefully breeding him in the middle of the night and he loved it. Marc has been Henrique’s cumdump all through high school behind closed doors. I was amazed. Not only this was the first time I learned about slamming, chemcum…etc. I would never guess Marc was Henrique’s nightly cumdump. Both of them have always been so masculine acting. On their prom night, Henrique got a hotel and blindfolded Marc, tied him to a bed, and put a hidden camera to record Marc taking stranger’s load and load. Marc was even double penetrated at one point. To their surprise, that night, someone they knew came to the room. Henrique then showed me a video of Keith walking in and immediately putting his finger in Marc’s cum filled hole. When he realized how loose that hole was, Keith did not hesitate for a second and lubed up his arm and fist and shoved it in Marc’s ass. He got under Marc and swallow Marc’s thick dick all the way down while he upper hook punched Marc’s hole. Keith then did the same thing he did to me, wet a rag with poppers and held it in front of Marc’s face for a while, and he pulled out his fist fast. Marc’s hole made a pop sound then Keith stick out his tongue, licking every drop of cum he could find around Marc’s rosebud. He held the popper rag in front of Marc’s face the whole time he was fucking him, bred him, then sucked his own cum out of Marc’s hole, untied Marc and flipped him around, split out his own cum on Marc’s dick, then sat on Marc’s dick balls deep his first try. He fucked himself until he cum hands free then made Marc clean up his dick before he left the room. “That was the best performance of that night and we would have never guessed that it’d come from a junior jock that we saw in school every day,” said Henrique. “He used Marc so good that we decided it was time to get Marc his own cumdump because Marc does also have a dominant side of him” “The next day, we sent Keith the video of him when we were all in study hall together. His face went so pale, and then we told him to go to the bathroom next to the classroom and open up a package floating in the toilet and put it in his ass, then return to the classroom,” Marc said while could hardly stopped laughing “It was a pretty wide electric buttplug, and we gave him no lube. In addition to that, there are four small magnetic balls that we wanted him to pinch his nipples using them. Those balls pinch the nipples HARRRD. He came back in the classroom in no time, though.” said Marc “He didn’t know the buttplug was an electric buttplug and could be controlled wirelessly. He really held it together and kept everyone else from noticing what was going on with me, but we knew. Especially when a large coin-size wet spot appeared on his shorts,” said Henrique “We instructed him to reach into his shorts and get as much cum as he could on his hands, then lick his hands clean. If he doesn’t, then everyone will get that piggy video of him,” Marc said. I was strangely turned on by getting to know this new side of Keith that I didn’t know before. Keith just sat there with a smile. “Anyway……I want to take a shower and get a few things ready for our night, so let’s save story time for another time. Why don’t you boys get a drink” Henrique winked at Marc when he said that, “and go enjoy the hot tub for a bit or start a camp fire. Oh….don’t forget to give a couple of the things we made for Ben last night before I come back.” Henrique got up from the dinner table and started walking to the other side of the house then he paused, turned to me, and said, “hum…my cock is covered in precum. It’d be a waste to wash them off. Ben. Do you want to come to taste my precum?” “Sure”. I quickly in front of him and down on my knees about to wrap my lips around the glistening head of his cock but he pulled my head back by my hair “Ohhh no, Benny. Not so fast. I only offered you to taste my precum. You don’t get to suck on it just yet. Stick your tongue out and use your tongue only and lick my precum clean……yeah that’s it.” he let out a satisfied giggle and said “Now crawl over to Keith and Marc and make sure you do the same for them. Don’t suck. Thoroughly use your tongue to get every bit of their precum in your mouth. You must call me Papai for the rest of the evening. Do you understand? I nodded, but Henrique gave me a warning slap across my face when he saw me nodding, “Do you know why I slapped you?” “Yes sir” I got slapped again but on the other side of my face and it was a lot hard than the first slap. “Sim Papai” I said “There you go Benny. Good boy. I will also allow Papi if that's easier for you to remember. I can speak either Spanish or Portuguese. Now you may crawl over to Keith and Marc” Henrique gave them another wink before he started walking toward the other side of the house. I thought to myself, being a sub isn’t necessarily my thing, but I’d do anything for these 3 guys. I wonder what they have planned for me tonight. I was most excited and a little bit scared.

My first time writing a story. Chapter 1 serves as a prelude. Chemsex element will become more prominent starting in next chapter. Chapter I Finally I'm all done with my exams for my classes. My winter break has officially begun. I cannot wait to head home to see my best friend Keith. "come on. I miss blowing my cum in you and I know you do too. " was the last text I received from Keith a few days ago We've been best friends all our lives. The last weekend before we each off to college, we were in his parents basement playing call of duty. We both proclaimed that we were much better than the other person. To decided that we'd take turn playing 5 rounds. Whoever gets the most kills win. Even though we were the same age. I looked boyish still. I had peaked at 5'9. In shape. Keith and I both are stayed active and played sports all year round. I had define arms and abs but nothing like Keith. He straight up looked like a matured young man in his 20s already. His physique was great. Muscular, blonde, with a charming smile and outgoing personality. 6'3, green eyes and his huge bulge had always been hard to ignore. I've only saw the outline of his dick when we were changing in the locker room a few times. I've seen his mushroom head a few times when we were working out in the weight room. He occasionally didn't wear underwear so when he was spotting me and standing over me at the bench press, I looked up and there it was. His long dick hanging on one side of his shorts. From my angle, it almost seemed like it his shorts could barely consealed it. My dick started getting hard the first time when I focused on his dick too much. After I finished my reps, Keith flicked my boner hard and said "we're almost done handsome. One more set then you are free to take care of yourself so let's stay focus buddy." I didn't know if he knew what got me hard but ever since, I try not to look into his shorts too long bc I didn't think I'd be able to control my urge to wrap my mouth around his mushroom head if I looked at it for too long again. As our two-people video game tournament went on, whoever is off started messing with the other person. At first Keith stood next to the TV and started lifting his shirt up, licked his finger and circled around his perfect nipple a couple times attempted to distract me. When it was his turn, I did the same except I went a step further and pulled down my shorts to show him my butt, supported by a pair of black jockstrap. Each round, we tried to one up the other. He licked the back of my ear, I full on licked his ear inside and out, he even sat behind me and played with my nipples. I made sure I didn't accidentally let out any moaning. Everything was all in the name of distracting the other person of course but I was getting hard. I didn't want Keith to see my boner so my last couple rounds I laid on my stomach instead so Keith wouldn't see my rock hard dick. As soon as my last round started, he pulled down my shorts, exposing my whole butt. I said "I played the game naked at home so that ain't going to do anything to hurt my game. If anything, it puts me at ease to take the crown for sure". My attention is fully on the game but I heard Keith said "is that so?" and I heard him walking away, opened and closed his drawer, and I heard couple bottles opening and closing. I said "are you getting your beside lotion? If you are, that's perfect. I could use a nice shoulder rub. You can start calling me the king bc I'm on my way to break my personal best" then I heard Keith whisper right next to my ear softly "we'll see about that. Tell me. Do always play this game at home with a hard on? ". He then reach into the sofa and grab my hard dick and lean me on my side slightly and started stroking it. He caught me off guard but I thought we were still trying to one up the other person so I said "keep stroking that. My dick is hard only bc the first thing you gonna have to do after I win is to put that down your throat". His arm wrapped around my neck and pulled me closer to him and said "you haven't won yet mister. You still need 10 kills and only 60 seconds to go". When he did that, he shotgun me a mouth full of smoke that he got off his vape and gave me a good head buzz. Meanwhile, He stopped stroking me and rest his hands on my hip. I didn't noticed that he had lube up his dick and was sliding up and down my butt crack. By the time I realized what he was doing, I felt a little warming sensation and heard a wet pop, his whole head slid into my ass before I could make a sound. By the time I did make a sound, his had his hand and a wet rag over my mouth. The rag smelled like some sort of chemical so my vision started to blurred and my body went soft. Mean while, he felt my muscle relaxed so his dick made its way deeper. I wanted to moan but I did everything I could to hold back bc the basement door suddenly opened. Keith's mom brought us a plate of fruit. She noticed that we were cuddling, which was something we had casually done before. We both still had our shirts on so nothing appear out of ordinary to her. She was completely unaware that we had no nothing on under the blanket that Keith throw on us last minute and her son's dick was making his way up my virgin asshole. It was so big and made me feel so full. I didn't even know how much I had taken bc it took everything out of me to aoo normal. When Keith's mom looked away for a few to turn up the basement theremostat for us, Keith placed the rag over my nose and mouth once again and whispered to me "take a deep breath then hold it in". As I followed Keith's instructions, I could feel his dick going deeper and deeper slowly as I inhaled. His mom turned up the thermostat the started making her way back up stairs. "you boys behave down here" she said as she made her way up. I let out the deep breath of poppers i inhaled and grab a big pillow and put my head into it and let out the moan I've been holding back for what felt like eternity. As soon as I lifted my head up, Keith put the rag in front of my nose and mouth once more and said "couple more deep breath. You're so tight but you're almost there. Baby Come on. You can do it. Take it all the way in". I could feel Keith pulling his dick 2/3 of the way out to reapply the warming lube on the shaft of his dick. His hands are covering my nose and mouth with such force that I was inhaling poppers whether I liked it or not. I feel my vision closing in, my ass warming up, and his balls now touching my butt. When his hard throbbing dick was all the way in he whispered "good job, Ben. That was all 10 inches of me. Relax and just feel it in you. Inhale more poppers on the rag and just focus on the feeling. I bet you can feel my blood pumping through my dick, can't you? It is hard as a rock bc damn you have a nice hole. Tight like mine just a year ago. I saw you made a tent earlier when I pinched your nipples so I decided to go for it. You're the first person to take in all of my dick. I'm impressed. Here take two more deep breath, one on each side." Keith put the popper bottle right under my nose this time. Left then right. "good now hold it" he straddle on top of me, grabbed the remote and turned on some music on TV and shoved my head deep into the pillow and held on hands together behind my back with one hand and started moving his pelvis back and forth. My head was buzzing and I was moaning without holding back now but with my head shoved in the pillow and music playing, my moaning was barely audible. Keith's head was massaging my prostate in a steady rhythm. I could hear him trying to keep his own moaning down. "oh ben.. I'm gonna cum soon. Are you ready for it?" I knodded. Then I felt Keith pressing his body hard against my back and his body tensed up, 4-5 warm waves of his warm cum hitting my inner rectum wall. When he rolled down on my side and turned me side way, his mushroom head touched my prostate and the pressure of it and his warm cum made me shot my cum hard hands free. I let out the first groan without anything over my mouth. He panicked and covered my mouth with his big hand through the rest of my orgasm. My cum got on his hair, my hair, our faces. After 30 seconds or so.... He finally started letting go of me. We both covered in sweat and cum and was still recovering from the intense pleasure that we just had. I said "why did we wait until now to do this?" he said "I don't know but I promise you this won't be the last. I have so much more to show you". We parted way a few hours later on our way to our college. We wanted to fuck once more but his parents interrupted us every few minutes we honestly couldn't. Keith slapped my butt as I walked upstairs and said, I guess I will see you during winter break. I'll have a good Christmas present for you. He giggled. I had no idea what was on his mind but all I know was no cock had felt nearly as good as his since I got to college. However, I did learn a few new tricks that I plan on showing him when I see him. 😏

Part 2 I gave him the run down of how the past few years have been. My studies, my interests my career paths. We talked about me for quite some time. Uncle Chester was on the couch next to me already empty on his drink. He was tentatively taking in everything I was saying. Never taking his eyes off me. “And so now my gap year trip has lead me to San Diego.” I wrapped up. “Sounds like you have a general idea on what you’re going to do.” “Yeah I don’t like to over plan. I like some room for flexibility.” “Well that’s good. You need some room to enjoy yourself. Do you have anyone to enjoy it with?” “Oh no I’m single.” “No ladies catch or eye? Or are you a heart breaker?” He smirked I hadn’t outright asked him if he was gay but I remember dad mentioning he was and based on the way he acts dresses and some of the hints in his house I’m fairly sure it was a safe bet. He does fit the effeminate old queen stereotype. I decided to tell my first family member about me. Chester seemed a safe bet since he was estranged for so long it wouldn’t hurt much if I was rejected for it. “Actually I’m not into girls. I’m gay.” “Oh wow! That’s wonderful!” Uncle Chester wrapped his arms around me and squeezed me tight. “You precious boy. We have more in common. I’m gay too.” “Yeah, dad mentioned that a while back. Is that why you guys don’t talk anymore?” He was sitting with his arm around my shoulder keeping me pulled in close. He had a musky smell to him “Nah your dad is just a drama queen in his own right. You know he had his own experimental phase when he was your age.” “Really? That’s crazy.” I guess a lot of guys experiment at some point in their lives but dad? He never came off that way at all. I can’t even imagine it. “Yeah he’s a piece of work, your father. But enough of that. I’m assuming you haven’t told you parents.” “Right, I’m not out to them. So I’d rather they didn’t know.” “Your secret is safe with me. You’re not telling them you over here so what goes one here stays here.” “Thanks uncle Chester.” “Just Chester you silly boy.” “Sorry, I like the way uncle sounds. I didn’t get to know you much growing up.” “Well I’m an open book nephew Will. Ask me anything. Nothing is off limits with me.” “How have you been these years? What have you been up to?” It was uncle Chester’s turn to give me the run down over the past decade. He tells me about all the different jobs he’s taken, places he’s lived and bounced around till settling back here. He currently works as an at home masseuse. He talked about vacations to a handful of exotic countries that I’d love to go to and some tedious history lessons on each place including the monuments. Then things got a little personal as he mentioned his various boyfriends he’s had… “Well boyfriends isn’t accurate. I don’t really date much. I hook up a lot. What can I say? I’m a lean mean fucking machine.” “Oh, that’s empowering. I’m all for sex positivity and all that.” “Damn right Will. I was born with a massive insatiable libido, I’m gonna “positivity” in every hole I can find. That was always something your dad didn’t like. How often I fucked.” “He just comes from a conservative world. He doesn’t understand anything that doesn’t conform to his lifestyle. He’d always warn me about catching something from the wrong girl.” “Yeah well the catching part is right. It caught me quite a few years ago.” “It?” “HIV. Been living with it for nearly two decades.” “Oh I’m sorry Chester…” “No don’t be. It’s totally fine. It makes me who I am, adds spice to my life and I can fuck uninhibited all I like.” “I guess medication these days helps you live a regular life.” “Eh, when I remember to refill my prescriptions. Sometimes i do, sometimes I don’t.” “Oh well I’m sure you know what you’re doing.” “I definitely do.” As we chatted like that in the living room. The day was turning into an evening. Chester and I had dinner and talked about local shows that were going on. At some point I heard a knock on the door. Chester sprang up and looked anxious. “Oh that must be one of my tricks.” “Your tricks?” “I still fuck, Will. Don’t worry I’ll keep it in the bedroom. But that’s how I do things around here. Almost daily sluts from grindr, scruff, recon, you name it. That’s not going to be a problem is it?” I was a little uncomfortable with the idea but I was in his home and he is a red blooded man, so I understand the need. Besides this wasn’t my parents house anymore. No prudish uptight lifestyle anymore. “No not at all. It’s your place, keep doing what you always do.” “We’ll get along great Will.” He smiled and answered the door. I saw the guy enter and was surprised. He was a young guy close to my age, blond. He looked like he could be my brother, if I had one. Uncle Chester guided him wordlessly down the hall to his room. For the rest of the night the house was filled with sounds of sex and moaning. I don’t know if Chester realized how thin his walls were. This may take a little more getting used to. Later in the night. I was trying to sleep on the couch. It was a warm night and I was having trouble staying asleep. I was stripped down to my boxers which did little to help. I heard someone come out of uncle Chester’s room so I kept quiet. In the dark I saw a silhouette walking toward the kitchen, it was uncle Chester, he was nude and I could see his penis, or at least the outline of it. Damn was that real? Was he wearing a monster strap on? The dim light from the window illuminating it just enough for me to see something dripping out the tip. I closed my eyes and tried to go back to sleep. Chester drank some water and returned to his room. I couldn’t help but wonder how that other guy could take such a huge dicking for so long. In the morning I slept in a little. I was kept up a little by uncle Chester’s late nite play time. I was woken up by the sound of a coffee mug being placed on the table in front of me. “Good morning Will.” Chester was still in the same thong he wore yesterday. That was the only thing he had on. He sat down on the couch in front of my waist and rubbed my hair. I was a little old for that but it was kinda sweet. “Good morning uncle Chester. Is your friend still here?” “Him? Oh nah. I sent him home earlier. Pozzed up and walking with a limp he he.” “Pozzed up?” “Shot my raw load in him, converted his ass. I gave that boy hiv.” “What? Why?” “He wanted it. I’m a gifter Will. There are plenty of guys out there that crave toxic seed, and I love giving it to them.” That was quite a shock. I knew of STDs and protection. But I wasn’t aware of people who actively try and catch hiv. “Oh don’t look so surprised. There’s many many fetish communities out there. I’ve dabbled in quite a lot in my day. It’s all good fun.” I didn’t want to be judgmental. Uncle Chester welcomed me into his home after so many years without question. I know that there are plenty of communities that get into all sorts of weird things in the cities. As long as he’s having fun then who am I to say he shouldn’t do that? “Oh it’s fine with me uncle. I’m not gonna lecture you on how you live your life.” I was sitting up now. Slowly sipping on my coffee. “I guess I was a more surprised with how such a young guy would be into that sort of thing.” “But chasers come in all shapes, sizes, and ages. I’m not picky but 18-25 year old bottoms are my favorite.” “Oh, I see.” I’m 18. I don’t know why that’s relevant. I’m his nephew so being in his preferred age range means nothing. “I know, why would the young handsome guys want anything to do with a decrepit old man like me?” “I wasn’t thinking that. You’re probably just his type.” “This is his type.” He grabbed his bulge and jiggled it around. “Gay guys may be picky at first impression looks but they see this big bad boy then all that nonsense of type, preference, principles go out the window. If there’s an ugly troll with a monster cock then even the most snobbish gays will bend over and beg for it.” “Yeah that tracks. I’ve seen plenty of porn where the top wasn’t my type but the dick was nice so it didn’t really matter.” “So what is your type Will?” He was cross legged and attentively paying attention. I hadn’t really thought about my type. I like a wide range of guys, but the few partners I’ve had tended to be in the older crowed. “I guess I like older guys. But I’m not picky. It’s more if the vibe is right.” “Older men eh? Good to know.” He giggled a little. “I now a place that caters to that. I can take you sometime.” “I’m not old enough to get into bars.” “That’s why you’ll be with me. I know the people who own the place, they never check IDs with the friends I bring.” “Oh that sounds like fun actually. I haven’t been to any night life like that on my trip yet. But I don’t have anything club appropriate to wear. Speaking of which.” I grabbed my bag and sniffed a shirt. Just as I thought. Nothing clean and the semi clean stuff was getting musky. “ You use my washing machine. Let’s get your things sorted out.” Uncle Chester grabbed my bag and was headed down the hall. I got up to fallow. “Here we go I’m sure you haven’t found a good place to get your clothes washed yet.” He was throwing my clothes in the washing machine. He didn’t have to go through the trouble of doing the laundry for me. I was grateful for the help. “Let’s get those off of you too. I’m sure they’ve seen their mileage as well.“ He was pointing towards my underwear I was wearing. it was the only thing I had to wear left. “But Chester I don’t have anything else.“ “We’re both guys, what does it matter if you let it hang out while the clothes wash? I’m usually walking around the house in the buff most of the time. This thing is merely a courtesy.“ He snapped the string off his thong. He calls it a courtesy, but it really doesn’t cover up much at all. He junk is practically shrink wrapped in it. But it was his house, and the pair I was wearing was also in need of a wash as well. So I opened it and threw them in the machine with the rest. “Well, since modesty is no longer an issue.” Chester took off his thong and threw it in as well. That was the first time I saw his dick. I couldn’t believe how large it was. It was hanging down and flopping back-and-forth so it could not have been erect but there was still so much there. It was almost frightening to imagine what it would look like hard. He threw in some soap and started up the machine. “Now then, let’s see if we can find you anything interesting in my wardrobe for later tonight.” Chester gave me a playful slap on the butt as he walked past and entered his bedroom. I blushed a little, but I was curious to try on something other than what I had been carrying around with me these past several days. “Don’t mind the mess, there’s a bunch of naughty stuff all over the place.“ As I entered his room, I noticed that there were sex toys, lube bottles, handcuffs and all sorts of strange objects I couldn’t identify all over the place. A leather swing on chains in one corner and a padded table with a hole in it at the other. His room had a distinct smell of stale sex and sweat. He obviously got a lot of action in here. I was feeling a little self-conscious, so I was covering my privates with my hands as I followed him to his dresser, and he was rummaging through it looking for something for me. “We’ll have a regular guys night out. What kind of host would it be if I didn’t show you around?” He pulled out a pair of black jeans that looked like they were from the 80s. They were faded but they looks like they might fit me. “Now stop all of that. You don’t need to be shy around your dear uncle. Take those hands away, let it breathe for goodness sake, he he.” I pulled my hands away, and now uncle Chester could see my dick as well, it wasn’t nearly as big as his, it was average, but it got the job done. At least I haven’t had any complaints. “That’s a healthy looking thing there. I’m sure you’ve given plenty of men memorable times.“ “Some here and there. I’ve played around with a few guys, but not that much and nothing too crazy.” “Well, while you’re here, we should do something to change that. Soil your oats, spread your wings so to speak. I’m sure these old things will fit you.“ He wadded the pants up and threw them in a corner for later, I figured he would have had me try them on, but if anything else, I can just throw on whatever comes out of the dryer. “Well, what do you think of my set up here?“ He pointed to his room showing it off. I wasn’t sure how to respond. It looked like a sex shop exploded in here. “It’s pretty extensive. I couldn’t afford all this.” “Well I didn’t buy it all at once. I gathered a bunch of it over the years. I’m sure some of it is from before you were born.” “That long? Wow and and I thought the saying was ‘I have shoes older than you.’” “I have those too! The foot subs love sniffing them. Come let me show some photos from back in the day.” Chester wandered over to the bed and reached under it to pull out a photo album. He sat on the bed and patted the spot next to him to invite me to join him. I sat on the edge and looked over at the album cover. “Closer you silly.” He wrapped an arm around my bare waist and pulled me in. We were sitting close, our hips touching. I was so close that I couldn’t ignore the way he smelled. It wasn’t typical BO, it was more like the smell of sweat, stale sex, and cheese. I hadn’t noticed it before but being this close it was fairly strong. He open the book across our laps and turn to a collage of Polaroids from when he was younger. He looked like he was in his late 30s early 40s standing next to some classic cars. He also looked like he had more body mass on him back then. I could even call him slightly bear-ish. A stark contrast to his rail thin body now. My dad was in there too, looking like he was in his 20s. I was surprised to see how much dad looked like me back then. Maybe a bit rougher around the edges, but it was fairly close. “Whose car is that?” I asked, pointing towards an old van. “That was mine. Your father, and I would go on road trips in that thing all the time. We got up to all sorts of riffraff in the back of that thing. You look so much like your father. Such a handsome young man.” He put a hand on my face as he looked at me to admire the resemblance. I blushed a little bit. “Thanks, uncle Chester.“ We flipped through several other pages. He would give me a brief backstory to every one of it he pictures. He rotated his body slightly to position towards me more. When he did it I felt something warm poke against my thigh. I didn’t know what it was at first, but eventually realized it was his dick poking me. It was soft but it still had enough length to make contact. It was a little awkward, but I was more focused on the album and Chester’s commentary on the past. “Here we are at one of my old friends parties. Your father stayed for a little bit, but it was getting too rowdy for him so he left early.“ As he showed me the collage of party photos, I saw many guys drinking and smoking pot. There were cups and bottles and all sorts of paraphernalia all over the scenery. I noticed quite a few of the men were naked. The rest wore very little. Amongst the polaroids of naked party, goers, I saw Chester in there as well. He was naked and wrapping an arm around a young 18 or 19 year old blonde boy. The blonde boy in the photos was pretty cute. Chester pointed to him as if remembering someone he forgot about. “Oh, he was a lot of fun that day. I definitely got a lot of mileage out of him. Can’t for the life of me remember his name.” He turned the page and the nude party photos continued. Common characters reoccurring to pose with one another, the occasional fool putting on a curtain like a dress, and putting on some sort of impromptu performance. In the collage of photos my eye shot to one particular photo that I was not expecting. The cute blonde boy on a table, surrounded by party cups. His legs were up in the air, and uncle Chester had his cock in the boys ass. They were fucking in the middle of the party. The boy had a look of ecstasy on his face while Chester was holding his ankles nearly folding him and a half. “Oh, my God.“ I muttered, not really sure what to say. I get that it was that kind of party, but I didn’t expect to see a picture of my uncle turning up the action. “Yeah, Harvey thought he was Sylvester, trying to dance a jig.“ Uncle Chester was commentating on the photo of the guy wearing the curtain dress, as if the pornographic photo of himself wasn’t the highlight of the page. “I was talking about this.“ I pointed to the photo of Chester going to town on the blonde boy. Chester look at it and commentated like it was any other photo. “Good technique, right? I made that little bottom squeal good. He couldn’t get enough of my meat stick.“ As he looked at the lewd photo I felt his dick starting to get hard against my leg. I think I even felt a dab of something wet oozing out the tip. “Yeah, that’s quite the extreme inclusion to the album.“ That’s when it dawned on Chester. “Oh! Will, I hope this isn’t too much for you to see? Your uncle having a little fun? Like I said, I’m very sex positive. I’m not ashamed to bear all and share all.“ Seeing photos of family members having sex would normally be quite the ick factor for me. But since I didn’t grow up with Chester in my life, I don’t feel quite as conservative around him. It was still a little bit awkward to see my uncle in that position, but if he’s comfortable with it, then I guess there’s no reason for me not to be. I tried to see it as if an another friend were showing me wild highlights of a kinky party. So I decided to be mature about it. “I’m cool with it. It looks like a fun party. I wish I could’ve gone to parties like this. Not necessarily the sex part, but everyone looks like they’re enjoying themselves.“ “You would be quite popular then. But you probably wouldn’t want to go to this specific party.“ “Why not?” “Well, this house party was hosted by my friend Gus. He always had a cheeky rule that any new guy who showed up to his parties for the first time had to allow their ass to be available for him to fuck. Sort of like paying a toll. And trust me almost every first timer who went to his parties got a hefty load up their bums.” “I mean, I’m not a prude, I guess it just depends on the mood at the time.“ “That’s not all. You see, at this particular party Gus was living with AIDS, and it was really putting a toll on him. This was before medication‘s were really a thing. This particular day I’m pretty sure he mostly spent time in his room. But his rule still stood. Let’s say if I chaperoned you to that party, Gus would expect me to bring you into his room to see if he’d be interested in fucking you. And you are quite the handsome young man. I know without a doubt he would shoo me away to leave you alone with him. Regardless of how advanced his condition was you still wouldn’t be leaving his bedroom without him emptying his toxic balls into you.“ “Yeah, I don’t think I would want to go to that party.“ Things really were different back then were they? I shudder at the thought of getting infected with HIV but the party itself still looked fun regardless. “Well, those wild parties are hard to come by these days. I still attend a few here and there, but not as frequently as I used to.” Chester was flipping through more of the pages looking for other memories worth recollecting. As he flipped through the pages, I noticed the photos were getting progressively more and more raunchy. Different locations and time periods well past the party. Full-blown pornographic images with him, and other men doing all sorts of things. He stopped on the page that had an assortment of kinky activity on it. My face was blushing hard, and I was trying to keep my composure. Uncle Chester pointed to what looked like a fairly recent photo of another young blonde guy sucking on his toes. “This was the best foot slut I ever had. The only boy to make me cum just by working his tongue on my big old stompers. Probably of all the kinks I like, having a boy worship my feet is perfection in its simplicity. Look at that boy. Doesn’t he just look like he’s in heaven beneath my feet?“ “I guess. I wouldn’t know, I never did anything like that.“ “You never worshiped a man’s feet before? Oh, goodness! You must try it! It’s the most common fetish, you know. Even guys who say they aren’t into it, once they try it, it flips a piggy switch in their heads.” “Hm, I’m not sure if I would be into that. I mean, for the right guy I guess but in general, I’m not so sure.“ “You never know until you try. We’ll find you some feet to go down on. We just need to find a a nearby old man who loves having boys worship his feet.“ Uncle Chester emphasized his last sentence by subtly wiggling his toes. “I appreciate the offer uncle, but I will try that out in my own time. I’m not opposed to it though.” “Fair enough.” It was then that we heard the buzzer for the washer. Uncle Chester closed the photo album and was about to get up. When he lifted the album up, his massive erection, strang upward and smacked his belly. “Oh goodness that trip down memory lane stirred up this old thing again.“ Jesus Christ, and I thought it was big when it was soft. Chester‘s cock was a massive monster thing. I was surprised the photo album was able to hide it. The head of his cock was poking out of his foreskin, and the tip was drooling pre-cum down its shaft. I looked at my leg where it was touching me earlier and I saw there was a blob of pre on my thigh, trailing down and onto my balls. “Um, uncle Chester?“ He looked at the mess he made on my leg and saw my messy balls. “Oh, let me get that for you.” He reached over and grabbed an old sock off the floor and started wiping me up. He then positioned himself between my legs. “lift your legs Will, looks like my stuff dribbled all the way down your taint.“ Before I could say anything Chester grabbed my ankles and lift them up over my head, my ass on full display. He was sitting on his knees, scooting closer to me and placed my legs over his shoulders. His huge cock pointing straight at my ass. He took the sock and gently wiped up my scrotum. “Uncle Chester, that sock is kind of dirty, don’t you think?“ I should have told him that I could clean it up myself, that it was embarrassing to be naked with legs up in front of him. But the sock did look fairly well worn so I didn’t think it was getting me any cleaner. “I guess you’re right. I think I have a rag under the pillow.“ Uncle Chester tossed the sock aside, and in a maneuver not very well thought out he leaned his body forward and reached underneath the pillow my head was on. But due to where his cock was already aiming, his body leaning forward, caused his dick to come forward. I was feeling my uncles cockhead kissing my pucker. “Hey! Chester!“ “There it is!“ Uncle Chester sat upright again, revealing the rag from underneath the pillow. His cock head no longer digging into my ass, but still pressed against it. “Uncle Chester this is a pretty compromising position don’t you think? Your dick is poking me down there.“ I try to say as calmly and diplomatically as possible. Uncle Chester takes a look down, and it looks as if he didn’t notice it before. “Ha ha ha, well look at that. Oops guess I wasn’t watching where I was aiming this thing“ “Could you please move it?“ “Just a moment Will“ Uncle Chester reached over for the photo album and was flipping through pages all the while I could feel the heat and the moisture from his twitching cock on my ass hole. “Take a look at this“ Chester pulled out a Polaroid of the party, where he is fucking the young blonde boy on the table. Legs in the air. “History repeat itself I guess. Ain’t that funny?“ I try to let out a chuckle to laugh at his joke. And I’m surprised with how casual he is about this. I know he’s a free spirit, but is his dick pressed up against his nephews ass really not that big of a deal? “Let’s get you cleaned up shall we?“ He pulls his dick aside, leaving a trail on my opening. He wipes my butt with the rag and tosses it aside. “All right, let’s go dry those clothes.“ Uncle Chester got up off the bed. My heart was racing a little at the strange phallic contact that I wasn’t totally sure how to feel about. “Hey, uncle Chester? Was that really OK, you know, your dick poking me down there?“ “Oh, don’t be silly. It was just a little bump. You don’t freak out when shaking a man’s hand, and that hand most likely jacked off that morning. Besides most guys in locker rooms do far nastier jokes on each other. Nothing wrong with the occasional bump.“ “He he, I guess.“ I guess that made sense? I mean sorta. Either way it did put my mind at ease a little. But I was curious about something else. “Hey, uncle Chester.“ “Yes?“ “That blonde boy at the party in the photo. Was that his first time there?” “Yes, it was. And yes, after I was done with him, I gave him to Gus to deposit his obligatory cum load.“ “Whatever happened to that guy?“ “After Gus got to him? That boy passed away about four or five years later. It was a time before meds after all.”

Part III “Do you like the way it’s making you feel extra slutty?” Alex continues to growl into my ear. I have to admit to myself that I have never felt so hungry for cock and I’ve barely had any. I pull off the cock I’m sucking “Yes, okay, I like it” “I knew it, now take a proper hit off the pipe” and a glass pipe is stuck between my lips. I know I shouldn’t, I’ve avoided this for so long, but here I am actually sucking in as the bulb is filled with smoke. I cough a bit and Alex encourage “Take another deep hit” and I do. I’m really fucking high in a way I have never really been before. My regrets about this are fading into the mist of my new voracious hunger. And I just ling on the cock inches from my face, really sucking it up and down, working my tongue as I’ve learned. “Oh fuck you cocksucker eat that fucking cock” It’s a really hard and solid 9 incher with a deliciously flared head I can feel on my tongue. My favorite kind. I’m giving this man the maximum effort. I feel fingers at my hole. Lubed up fingers and their feeling around the outside of my hole and then going in. It works it’s way in and is quickly followed by a second and a third while the man at my face has started to thrust his full length into my throat while I’m jacking two cocks. “Get the shard” I hear Luis bark” and in moments a different finger is going in deep but fuck this burns. I pull off the cock in my mouth “Ow that burns” “Shut up slut, it’ll take a second” and soon it does and replaced by a hunger to be fucked I can’t really describe well. It’s like my hole is screaming to be filled, to be fucked, to be raped and used. “Get him on the bed” and I’m being hoisted up and just tossed like a rag onto the bed belly down. “Get up on all fours whore” I hear and I do it as fast as I can, the sooner I am getting fucked the sooner this unbelievable thirst and hunger I’m experiencing will be quenched. A couple of the men get up on the bed and grab my head and one shoves another cock into my throat, this one even bigger than the last one. I also hear a knock on the door and more guys being let in “Yeah the hole is here, and our boy has just realized that he’s got a night of servicing everyone we throw at him ahead of him” I’m looking up and I see this amazing black guy I’ve noticed on the street before, about 50 or so, tall, handsome and he is sporting a cock that is for the ages, stroking it to full hardness. Just as a I notice him I feel a cock being forced into my ass. It’s nice and thick, and it’s not wasting anytime. “Alex said you’re experienced so I’m not spending time warming you up you fucking whore” and the cock is rammed full length into me and he begins to pummel me. “I’m going to cum” the man fucking my throat says and pulls off so just the tip of his cock is in my mouth. “Open that mouth and show all these men how much you love cum” And I open wide, sticking out my cum as he shoots a thick load onto it, my mustache, my nose and across my face. “Yeah you fucking cocksucker, you need to look like the cumslut whore you are” “Yeah paint that face” someone else encourages.

After graduating high school I was stressed about what colleges to go to. I settled on a modest place that hopefully wouldn’t put me too far in debt. College life was exciting but in the moment it felt a little overwhelming. So I decided to take a gap year and backpack across the states and see as much as I could. The various places I went to were fun. I met some interesting people and saw some landmarks. It was a couple weeks into my road-trip and expenses were getting tighter. I was in Oceanside Southern California and on my last day in a cheep motel, contemplating what I would do for lodgings in the future. It was then I remembered I had an uncle living in San Diego. I think I remember him slightly from when I was really little. Vague memories of him babysitting me on hot summer days, sitting on his lap, cuddling up while watching TV. My family didn’t talk about him much. He and my dad had some falling out many years ago. I don’t have all the details but I think it had something to do with him being gay. I was gay as well and not out to my parents, so it would be nice to connect with someone in the family that I could relate to. I didn’t have his contact information so I looked him up in the yellow pages. Not an actual phonebook but the website. I found him easily enough, uncle Chester still in San Diego. I gave him a call. He was excited to hear from me and about my future plans. When I told him I was back packing in Cali just a couple hours away he was quick to offer me a place to stay while I was traveling. I was glad he offered. I didn’t want to come off as the nephew that calls up just because he needs a place to crash. But since he and my dad still weren’t on the best of terms, he asked me to not mention to my parents that I was gonna stay over. Which was perfectly fine by me since i would be able to play catch-up with him without dad trying to get the last word in constantly. I arrived at the address he gave me. It was a run down part of town. A lot of the houses had bars on the windows. All the lawns were gravel and cacti planted. A few palm trees here and there that had seen better days. I walked up to the door lugging my travel backpack with me. It would be great to get some laundry done if he’ll let me. I don’t have many clean clothes left. I knocked on the door and waited for a moment. Then the door opened and short older man answered. He was bald and thin. He sorta resembled my dad a little bit but he was older by about 15 years and looked like life had worn him down. I immediately noticed he was under dressed. He was in a short thin robe he hadn’t bothered tying up and underwear that I saw out of my peripheral. I kept eye contact and asked. “Uncle Chester?” His face lit up and was excited to see me. “William! It’s been ages! My look how big you’ve gotten!” He ushered me inside. His place was modest. A small one bedroom house the front door lead us to the living room that had a tv, a coffee table, and a dirty old couch. Uncle Chester immediately pulled me in for a tight hug. “It’s good to see you to uncle Chester.” I dropped my bag and returned his hug. “It’s been what? 12 years? 13? Oh that doesn’t matter, my little nephew is here and he’s not so little anymore.” Chester broke from the hug and grabbed my arms, feeling my muscles. “Oh, you’ve definitely developed into quite the man now. I bet you’re popular with the ladies.” “Thanks Uncle. I has been a long time. Thanks for letting me stay here a couple days.” He was still rubbing my arms a little, admiring how much I’ve changed. “Nonsense, you can stay as long as you like. Hell, stay the whole summer if you feel like it. My home is always open to you. How about a drink?” Before I could respond he was already off to the kitchen preparing something. “Thanks, uncle Chester. It pretty hot down here.” I sat on the couch and placed my bag by my feet. “Please just Chester. You don’t have to be so formal with me. You’ll quickly discover things around here are very loose and relaxed. Do you like gin and tonic?” “Oh, um I’ve had a few beers before but I haven’t tried gin.” “That won’t do, I see I’ll need to educate you on class while you’re here.” Chester returned with two beverages in hand. I was sitting mid level rummaging through my bag when I saw it. Holy shit what the fuck was that? Chester was standing in front of me and my eye-line naturally fell to what was between his legs. He wasn’t just wearing underwear, it was a thong, and the crotch area was large and left nothing to the imagination, I could see the contour of his head, even some of the veins on his shaft. Damn, I know I’m in his house but this was way more casual than I was expecting. I remembered how warm it was out side and it wasn’t much better in the house, so I guess his attire made sense. My glance at his package was only a split second and I quickly looked up at him, putting away the image of down below. “Thanks unc- uh Chester.” I took the drink from him. He was leaning against the couch and crossed his legs. His bulge becoming more prominent. “So tell me how you’ve been. High school, plans for college, career stuff, relationship status, I want to know it all.”

This is the first time I've posted in this section but I've wanted to tell this story for a long time. I've fucked bareback for many years now and have done so at various times in my life even when the safe sex message was really strong and it seemed like condoms were everywhere. I can honestly say I've never actively chased though. I enjoyed fucking and being fucked without a condom and of course I knew that some of the guys who fucked me and deposited their seed in me must be positive - but I didn't ever want to know. It didn't turn me on to know that I was taking a positive load or a negative load - what turned me on was not knowing. When I went home with a load of cum in my arse it was the knowledge that I might have been infected that turned me on the most. I've always been viewed as someone who is considered and measured and someone who makes sound judgements - both at work and in my personal life. When it comes to sex I totally get off on taking risks and always have. This happened a number of years ago when I had travelled up to Scotland to attend a friend's civil partnership ceremony, The ceremony was taking place in a country hotel just outside Glasgow and we were all staying over at the hotel. It was an amazing venue and I was looking forward to seeing all my friends and to enjoying the day. I was also very horny - I had been working hard for a while and had not had much time for play. I have always found weddings and civil partnerships good opportunities to hook up and I was hoping that I would be lucky this time. Although I am more of a top than a bottom, there are times when I just want to be fucked and fucked hard and this was one of them. I knew that only a good, hard bareback fuck would satisfy me. I met up with some of my friends and we had a few drinks before the ceremony. After the ceremony we all had a few more drinks and I was beginning to really enjoy myself. We had some time before the meal and as my eye began to wander round the room I noticed a good looking black guy standing with a group near the bar. He had a really fit body and when I went up to the bar to get some more drinks I couldn't help noticing that he had an even fitter arse. Just then he looked my way and smiled and I quickly looked away. I was fairly sure that he knew I had been checking out his arse and I got the impression that he didn't mind. After the meal I went to the toilet and when I went in there he was standing at the urinal taking a piss. He was standing back from the urinal and checking his phone with one hand while holding what looked like a massive cock in his other hand. He grinned at me as I took my place next to him and began to take a much needed piss. I couldn't help looking at his cock and he was not making any effort to hide it. When we had both finished and washed out hands at the sink he grinned at me. I grinned back and we both left the toilet. As we got outside he introduced himself and asked me if I fancied getting a drink. I had the feeling it was game on..... His name was Darren and as we chatted I found him really easy to get on with and found we had a lot in common. After a while our conversation became a bit more suggestive and then quite explicit and I was getting more and more turned on. He asked me if I was staying over and I said I was. He grinned and then to my disappointment he said it was a pity he wasn't staying over too. It turned out that he had to be back in London for work early the next morning and was flying back down on the last flight of the evening. I was really gutted but then he checked his watch and said we have at least an hour before the evening guests arrive - why don't we spend it having some fun. He had told me he had a partner but he had also made it clear that he was up for it and I had made it equally clear that I wanted him to fuck me. I finished my drink and motioned him to follow me. "Wait." he said. "There's something I have to tell you." I looked at him. "I don't like using condoms." he said. I grinned. "That's ok," I said "Neither do I." He was looking more serious now. "There's something else," he said. "I'm HIV positive." "Oh," I said "And I'm not on any meds." "Oh" I said again. "So you'd be taking a pretty big risk." He looked at me. I had been in this situation before and I knew that I could easily make an excuse and not take this any further but I knew I didn't want to do that. In fact I was even more turned on and I felt like I was going to cum in my pants at the thought of Darren fucking me and and pumping a big load of toxic cum into me. "I don't care." I said He asked me if I was sure and I nodded. I was sure. He grinned and seconds later we were making our way to the lift. The lift was empty and as soon as the doors closed he pulled me towards him and kissed me. I could feel his big cock pressing against me and it was all I could do to stop myself pulling my pants down letting him fuck me right there in the lift. Soon we were in my room and he was standing in front of me. I unzipped his smart trousers and pulled them down along with his smart designer underpants. His cocks was not yet fully hard but already I could see that it was massive. I took it into my mouth and he sighed as I began to suck his cock. I sucked him for a while and them moved down to lick his big balls. Soon we were both naked on the bed and I was down sucking his cock again. I motioned to him to turn over so that I could lick his arse and he knelt up on the bed for me. I pulled his cheeks apart and pushed my tongue up his hairy arse. I licked him a while and then took his cock into my mouth again. I reached into the pouch of my holdall and took out some lube. "Fuck me!" I said. I knelt up on the bed - lubed and ready for him. I felt the head of his big cock pushing against my hole. " Are you sure you want this?" he asked as he pushed his cock slowly but surely up my arse. "Fuck yeah" I moaned "Do it!" He pushed his cock right up me, gave me a moment to get used to it, and the began to fuck. I was so turned on it was hard to stop myself from cumming as Darren began to fuck me. I can honestly say it was one of the best fucks I had ever had - I had rarely had such a big cock up me and I moaned for him to fuck me harder. He was fucking me hard and fast now and just as I was thinking it couldn't get any better he pulled out and motioned to me to get on my back. I l lay down on my back and raised my legs in the air as he pushed his big cock back up me and began to fuck again. I was urging him on now, moaning for him to fuck me and load me up and I knew he was getting close. As he fucked me I played with his big balls, knowing that they were full of toxic cum and that any minute now he was going to shoot it right into me. I thought back over all the years I had practised safe sex, using condoms on every occasion and never taking any chances. I thought back to how strictly I had been brought up and wondered what my friends who were so concerned about safe sex would say if they could see me on my back with my legs in the air begging for a positive load...... He was getting closer now - his breathing was getting heavier and he was fucking me even harder. "I'm close....." he panted, "Do you want it?" "Fuck yeah," I moaned "Do it....fucking do it" "I'm going to cum in your arse," he moaned "I'm going to do it.......I'm going to fucking poz you!" "Do it!" I moaned again "Fucking do it....Poz me......Knock me up!" I felt his toxic cum pumping into me and at the same moment I shot a massive load of cum all over myself. It felt like neither of us was ever going to stop cumming. When he had pulled out I took his cock into my mouth and licked it clean. I wanted every bit of cum he had to offer. I laid on the bed as Darren got up and as I heard him noisily taking a piss in the toilet I reflected on what I had just done. I knew I had wanted it and I knew I couldn't rule out doing something like this again. I had another drink with Darren and then I joined my friends for the evening. I wondered what they would think if they knew I had a big load of toxic cum in my arse. The thought kept me turned on all evening and after a while I excused myself and went to the toilet. I went into a cubicle and pulled my trousers and pants down. Even though I had cum heavily just a couple of hours before, I wanked myself off to another shattering climax, turned on by the feeling of a big toxic load deep in my arse. I had crossed another line.

Went to an underwear party at a local club here in Toronto last night. There's a darkroom portion to the venue and after an hour of dancing with my friends, I slipped away in search of dick. I found a free corner of the darkroom, lubed up my hole and pointed my ass out to the centre of the room. Spent the next 45 minutes taking a bunch of anonymous dick; it's such a thrill knowing that my friends or acquaintances could be shoving their raw dicks in me and I'd never know. My dick also gets rock hard thinking about some of the ugly troll types at the party that are probably using my hole and the possibility that someone might see what a zero standards kinda slut I am.

As I drove to Mike’s house my mind was replaying our text message conversations ending with the most recent. We had met on a hookup site. It started as a bit of interest. I was 27 and getting married in 4 months to Maria, a nice girl outwardly but a bit of a devil between the sheets. She made it clear that she loved anal - possibly more than routine pussy sex and things were great between us. But I had an itch to scratch. I knew I liked cock as well and had had a brief fling with a guy before I had got engaged to Maria. That itch was still there. I wanted to suck another cock and take a bare cock in my arse one last time before I got hitched. I met Mike on the anonymous chat room and we seemed to click. He was mid forties , and from his pics , solidly built with a nice thick cock. I had explained over the five or six weeks we had been messaging I wanted a bareback fling with a guy and he said he was bareback only so that would work. I did my research and knew poz guys barebacked but that U=U. I didn’t want to pick up anything that might embarrass me. Mike admitted early on that he was undetectable and I said I was fine with that as I wasn’t taking prep - that would require too much explanation . It had come out in my fantasies and later in my texts to Mike that the fact he was poz and undetectable was a turn on for me, as was the fact I was neg and unprotected for him. We had set up the date, I would drive to his - there was an open offer to stay the night ‘bring your toothbrush if you want to stay over’ he had said - and Maria was on her hen weekend with her girlfriends. I knew she wouldn’t be disturbing me and I could finally scratch that itch ….. I knocked on the door and Mike let me in. ‘ Hi Nathan, come in, nice to meet at last’ Mike pulled me into him and kissed me, forcing his tongue into my mouth. I let myself respond, immediately getting hard. I noticed Mike just had a bathrobe on, and could feel his cock stiffen too. ‘ come sit down , I just had some porn on the tv. I sat down looking at the big flat screen. There was a guy in a harness sucking one guys cock whilst being barebacked by another. I sat next to Mike as his robe opened. His cock sprang forward, a full 7 ins and thick, bigger than mine. ‘ you like?’ He asked. ‘Yes definitely ‘ I responded, grasping his cock and slowly wanking him. I saw his tattoo that he has on his abdomen, recognising it from the pics we had exchanged. It was a scorpion, but it was slightly different to how it had been, there was now a red tip to the tail sting. ‘you like my updated tatt?’ He asked ‘I did it especially for you’. I nodded, and kissed it as I leaned over to suck on mikes hard cock. I could taste his precum. I could feel Mike pulling up my t shirt and broke off from sucking his cock to quickly shrug off my jeans and boxers and t shirt. I settled down ion my knees in front of Mike and put his cock in my mouth again. ‘Good boy, we’ll scratch that itch tonight. Are you staying? ‘ I had already made up my mind. I nodded. ‘Toothbrush? ‘ I nodded again and saw Mike reach to my jeans and fish it out. ‘ I’ve a little admission to make Nathan, one I think you will enjoy. You know I said just to put a bit of spice in our fuck tonight, that I came off my meds three days ago , though it would still be safe?’ I nodded, Mike had asked me if I wanted him too just for a little buzz - he got out of me that i thought the fact he was poz was a turn on - ‘well in actual fact I knew early on that me being poz turned you on - so I’ve actually been off my meds for the six weeks we have been chatting. So I’m not undetectable anymore! ‘ My heart pounded, I knew I had to be careful but my cock stiffened at hearing Mike was no longer safe. ‘ Stand’ he ordered. ‘You’re hard, boy, I know you’re turned on but you don’t have to take my cock if you don’t want and I won’t cum in you if you don’t want- we don’t want you going back to your girlfriend all pozzed up like a faggot do we?’ I nodded again. ‘ok sit’ I sat down and Mike eased me forward before lifting my legs. ‘Close your eyes, just enjoy this bit’ I could feel his breath as he started to rim my hole. I had never been eaten out like this and could feel Mike’s tongue invade my hole. I kept my eyes shut to enjoy the sensations. I felt something cold ‘ just a bit of lube …in case….’ Mike whispered. I then felt something else. ‘Do you like that?’ I nodded again, presuming it was a slim sex toy in my bum. ‘ your toothbrush was the closest thing I could find, sorry’ . I thought that was a kink of Mike’s hence the instruction. mike adjusted his position and I could feel his cock at the entrance to my hole. I was conflicted, I was desperate for him to continue the pleasure and slide in, but he was poz. ‘Please’ I whispered. ‘Please stop?’ Mike asked. ‘No please put your cock in me I want it’ I whispered. In my mind I would ask him to pull out before he came. I didn’t want to be pozzed. mike adjusted and slid in to my well lubed hole and started building a rhythm. It felt like heaven. ‘I will pull out if you ask, cos if I cum in you you are likely to become poz, but you have to ask me to’ ‘ok ‘ I nodded, just feeling the pleasure. ‘ tell me when you’re nearly cumming’ I gave myself to feeling his cock pounding my hole. ‘Nearly there boy’ . The words swirled round the room but my itch needed to be fully scratched. ‘Please ….. stay in, cum in me, pleeese,’ I whispered. I needed to feel his cum in me. ‘ definitely…. Uuuhhh! ‘ Mike growled as he came hard in me. ‘ I knew you would want that’ Mike said as we has a post fuck cuddle. I could feel his load seeping out. My mind was still foggy. I needed to think what to do next ……. to be continued

“You really fucked up Dylan!” he yelled. “I know” I said, looking down at the floor. “I’m sorry.” “Sorry isn’t gonna cut it!” he bellowed, glaring at me. I couldn’t think of anything else to say other than another apology, so I just stayed silent. “You know” he said, a little more calmly, “if this was any other outfit you would be getting whacked right now.” I nodded, fighting against the urge to let my eyes well up. “You’ve cost me a lot of dough” he continued, “and there’s going to have to be consequences.” “I know” I mumbled. “So I’ll give you two choices” he said. “The first, I can take back everything I’ve given you as payment for your mess. The house, the car, the bling, everything.” I stayed silent. “You will then need to work to cover the rest of your debt to me, before I let you go.” I nodded. “I think you know what the second option is” he said. “So which is it going to be?” “I, er…” I started mumbling. “I can’t hear you!” he bellowed. I looked up at him, and took a deep breath. “Two” I said. “Option two.” “Thought so” he said, with an evil smile crossing his face. “You sure you wouldn’t rather just go back to living in the Y?” “Option two” I said again, maintaining eye contact with him, trying to make myself look confident despite the knots my stomach was twisting itself in. “OK” he said, “your choice. Go home then and I’ll send more instructions later.” I turned and left his office, making my way out to my car. I got in, gripped the steering wheel, and then started to cry uncontrollably. This was it. I had made my choice, to keep all the trappings of this life that I had worked for, but pay for them with my body. I sort of knew it might come to this some day, given the number of fuck-ups I had somehow got away with before, but actually facing what was to happen to me for real was overwhelming. —— Two hours later, while I was out on the deck nervously smoking a cigarette, my phone buzzed a few times as a series of messages arrived from Frank. I took two more deep draws of the cigarette to steel my nerves, stubbed it out, and then opened up my phone. I read the instructions a few times, before shutting off my phone and turning my head up to look at the few wispy clouds overhead. I stood like that for a while, and then got myself together and went inside to prepare. —— An hour after that I opened the heavy door of the warehouse Frank had sent me to, stepped inside and then let it slam behind me. I stared into the building for a moment, and then started walking further inside. There didn’t seem to be anyone about, but when I rounded a corner I came face to face with him. I stopped in my tracks. “You Dylan?” he asked. “Yes sir” I said, with a tremor in my voice. “You know why you’re here?” he said. “Yes sir” I repeated. “OK then” he said, before turning round and walking off. I nervously followed, and we headed into another section of the warehouse. Round another corner we came upon a second man. “This is Dylan” the first man said. The second man looked me up and down. “Boy” he growled, “you’re lucky Frank owes us. From what I hear you should be at the bottom of the lagoon by now.” “Yes sir” I said, looking down. “Well, let’s get this done” he said. They both walked through a doorway, and I followed them into what turned out to be a large internal room with no windows. There was some dim light from a weak overhead lamp, which was enough for me to see the contents of the room. In the centre was a frame holding a leather sling, and either side of that were a padded leather bench and a mattress. Round the walls of the room were shelves filled with various dildos and buttplugs. “Frank been fucking you?” the second man asked. “Yes sir” I quietly replied. “Anyone else?” “Men paid me before I met Frank” I said. “Condoms?” the first man asked. “Sometimes” I replied, the memories of my days as a rent boy flooding back to me. “You gay?” the first man asked. “Bi” I replied. “Openly?” “No sir” I mumbled. The truth was, in my world most guys running jobs had at some point been turning tricks to make ends meet, and particularly as one of Frank’s boys you had to endure his ‘tests of loyalty’ every now and then. But to actually enjoy being with men was crazily still [banned word], and I had never told a soul before this moment that I was that way inclined. “Well” he said with a grin, “you can forget women. Once we’re done with you here, you’ll be working for us as well as Frank, you understand?” “Yes sir” I replied. “Men will be paying, but you won’t be seeing a penny of it” he said. “Just like your friend Leroy.” Leroy. He was the reason I knew what option two was. After that sale had gone badly and he’d only just managed to escape from the cops, he had disappeared for a while before returning with new tattoos and a lot less spare time. He also seemed to walk and sit funny some days, but never told me what was going on. When Pascal had got drunk and told me all about two men to whom Frank owed a debt, and these men just happened to run some kind of specialist escort service, I had come to the conclusion that Leroy had been sold into that outfit as his punishment. I confronted him about it, and while he initially denied it, over time he did let slip a few things that confirmed it for me. A few minutes on Google to see what his tattoos meant had filled in the rest of the blanks for me. Now I was standing here about to have the same thing happen to me. “Yes sir” I replied. “Get naked” the first man said. When I hesitated, he followed up with a stern “Now!” I pulled off my shoes and then quickly stripped down, so that I was just wearing my chains. “Get on the bench” the second man said, nodding towards the padded leather piece next to the sling. I walked over to the bench, and after briefly examining its strange shape, I got onto it on all fours as that looked like what it was designed for. A moment later the two men were next to me, attaching leather cuffs to my wrists and ankles which they then secured to the bench. The first man then opened a small bottle of poppers and put it under my nose, while the second disappeared from my view. Just as I inhaled from the bottle, the second man jammed his fingers into my hole which caused me to yelp. He roughly thrust them into me a couple of times, and then pulled them out only to replace them with his cock a second later. I couldn’t even get any sound to come out of my gaping mouth as he buried himself to the hilt in one rough thrust, such was the pain of the intrusion despite me opening myself up at home before I had set out. I mean, my hole had seen plenty of action over the last couple of years, but I had never been taken like this straight off the bat. He brutally fucked me for only a few minutes, and then slammed into me and unloaded. He yanked himself out, but I had no time to recover as the other man went round and quickly inserted his own dick. This too was a brutal reaming, followed by the second load being dumped in me. I was left strapped to the bench while they both lit up cigarettes, which they smoked without either of them saying a word. When they were done, I heard some moving of items on a nearby shelf, followed immediately by the stinging whack of a paddle on my buttocks. I yelped, and then was hit again. This carried on until I stopped yelping, taking each whack through gritted teeth. “You understand it now boy” the second man said. “Take whatever is given without protest.” “Yes sir” I whispered. One of their cocks was then thrust back into me, beginning my third pounding. The fourth followed shortly after, by which time my cum-filled hole was aching like a motherfucker. When I had taken that load, a big buttplug was pushed into me and the men left the room. I had no choice but to just remain there, strapped to the bench while their toxic cum festered inside me. A while later the men returned, paddled me a little more to make sure I took it silently, and then removed the plug to fuck loads five and six into me. I did indeed endure all without a sound, gritting and grinding my teeth as I suffered the relentless assault on my rear end. When they were done, the plug was rammed back into me and then they undid the cuffs to let me up. “Good boy” said the bigger man. “We’ll let you rest up on that mattress for a couple of hours until the guests get here.” “Thank you sir” I mumbled. They marched out of the room and pulled a metal sliding door over. I hobbled to the mattress, where there was a bottle of water, a packet of cigarettes and a thin blanket waiting for me. I gulped down half of the water, and then lit up a cigarette that I smoked while stretching my legs out. After stubbing out the butt on the floor, I lay down on the mattress on my side, curling up a bit as I pulled the blanket over me attempting to get comfortable with the huge plug stretching me out. I reached up and gripped onto my chain, needing something to hold onto for comfort as the full reality of my situation hit me. I was locked in a room in a warehouse, my innards were coated with six loads of toxic cum, and more men were on the way to use me. Not only did I have a lot more in store today, but I couldn’t help but wonder if this was how my life would now be. I eventually drifted off to sleep, awaking when the heavy metal door was loudly slid open. “Round two boy” said one of the men. “In the sling, now.” —— It’s been twelve months since my fuck-up, and I have adjusted to my new life. I spend less time on Frank’s projects these days, though he still has me involved in some of his dealings when he needs an extra body. Most of my time is instead spent serving the clients I am sent to, for whatever they require. Usually it’s my mouth or hole, but some want to submit to me and take what I have to give as a top. I know at least two have been seeking conversion, but I don’t know whether I have actually pozzed anyone myself yet. Life is definitely different, but I am actually more relaxed as I have fewer chances to make a mess of Frank’s business dealings. I’ve come to like and even be proud of my tattoos and what they symbolise, though they do cause some people to cross the street to avoid me. I chose option two, I chose this life, and I have no regrets.

So had a pretty fantastic start to the new year! I am in Gran Canaria with my bf and he’s been coming to increasingly enjoy my appetite for dick and loads so we had an agreement that on Jan 1st he would be first and last and then I could be a slut for whoever I wanted in between. Since we were going to the beach my load taking was restricted to after 6:30pm so I didn’t have any expectations. I had been trolling the apps a bit, so had already arranged the first hookup with a bear top couple around 6:30. My bf gave me a farewell fuck and bred me deep. Then I Went over to the bear couples place and they stuffed me good and gave me 2 loads. There is Another couple from the UK that I had hooked up with on my last trip to GC. Turns out they are in town too and would love to hook up again. We had an amazing 3some. I had to work hard and rode them both for about 20 minutes and milked their dicks. They have such amazing cocks that I came so hard many times over. 2 huge loads added to my ass and cum all over their bed from my sloppy ass 😂😈💦🐽 I had told a guy about these plans of mine and he was horny AF to fuck my loaded hole. He came over for a nice 6th one. Another guy who I’ve chatted with before and thought was a flake had been texting me. He came over and felched my hole and kissed me with some of the loads. Has a huge dick and came twice during a nice 30 min session. Sloppy sounds all the fuck very hot. 7+8 🐽💦 A guy from Grindr that I also had chatted with before and suddenly now was the perfect chance. He asked to use a condom and I said no then he said “ok” and fucked me bare and his cock was frothing in loads until he dumped his own 😂🐽💦 Another quick one from Grindr some roadbiker who wanted to dump a load cause he wasn’t going out. 10. Some hours had had passed at this point so then now that the steady stream of fucks had passed I went with the bf to the sex bar Factory. Hole loaded AF dropped a glob of cum on the floor of the sex club, my ass reeked of it in a very hot way. Found a guy next to the wall, seduced him for a nice fuck, huge but comfortable cock. Amazing hot breeding. 11. A couple of guys then fucked me that I think were on viagra so they couldn’t cum, but pleasant sloppy fucks. Last fuck then in the booth, a guy came loudly in My ass. 12. It was kinda late at this point and we had morning plans so my bf fucked me for 20 minutes roughly and bred me deep at the end for the last load of the night. 13. Would have loved to get in the sling to get felched and fucked more but sometimes you gotta compromise 😈😁💦.

I had a great Saturday and want to share that with you. Actually I’d like to share a lot more with you. But since I don’t know where you are or how to get to you, I’ll settle for telling you this. I was a closet college boy who dreamt about getting fucked all the time. When I left my daytime classmates, I’d often put on my porn tapes and jack off all night. It was such a turn-on to see guys fuck bareback. I’d always rent the older tapes where no one ever used condoms. I graduated to hanging out at the bookstore, fantasized about getting fucked like the guys in my videos, but never actually had the courage to do anything. Finally, I met this guy on-line who was a year ahead of me at school. We got to talking on the phone about all the nasty sex I wanted and he’d already had. One thing led to another and before long my new phone friend was telling me about guys getting fucked raw and taking POZ loads. That made me shoot all over, and I wanted to experience my first fuck more than ever. I finally took the big step and invited him over. I was so nervous when he showed up at my door. We started necking, and his hand zeroed in on my crotch. He soon had my zipper open, and my oozing cock down his throat. I could stand it no longer and blurted out what I really wanted—to be fucked bareback. Turned out he was a bottom, but said that, since it was my first time and I needed it so badly, he’d oblige. As we undressed he pulled a bottle of poppers from his pocket and fed them to me—repeatedly, throughout the rest of the evening. As he entered me, he made filthy accusations of things I’d never been accused of before. My senses were overwhelmed by his hard body covering me, the scent of the poppers, his filthy whispers, and his hard dick entering my virgin ass. He worked slowly at first. My hole was stretched wider than it had ever been before. Even though it was my first time, it didn’t hurt, thanks to the poppers; though I suspected I must have been bleeding. The sound of his precum slurping in my hole, combined with the intensification of the poppers, and his purulent whisperings reached a crescendo in my ears, as my other physical senses were totally consumed by his raw dick plunging in and out of my ass. His picked up the tempo and began to moan loudly, whispering that he was going to give me exactly what I deserved. I’d closed my eyes to absorb all pleasures of my first fuck, when he said, “Open your eyes!” “What?” “I said. “Open your eyes, bitch!” His face was almost touching mine, and he was staring directly into my eyes as I was into his. His countenance had taken on this lascivious expression, and I wasn’t even sure I recognized the guy who was fucking me—a perception I was bound to experience again and again in years to come. You want my dirty seed, whore?” "Yes, Sir," I pleaded. “Shoot in me now. Give me your hot cum, pleeease!” His tongue, laden with spit and slime, forced its way down my throat. “TAKE MY HOT POZ LOAD--NOW!" I almost blacked out. My dick spurted everywhere. I knew my hole had been ripped apart like I never thought it could be. Involuntarily my ass muscles clamped down around his cock, to absorb every drop of his seed. I never felt so fulfilled in my life. As we dressed, I asked indifferently why he hadn’t told me earlier he was POZ. He said he knew I wanted it; that he wanted to be the guy to GIFT me; and that he wanted to make it as easy as possible on me, and not tell me till it was TOO LATE. I kissed him. For several months we continued to see each other almost weekly. He never fucked me again, but I began to top him--and others. He introduced me to several of his poz friends, and we did a number of 3-ways together. After one such meating, as we lay cuddling, he suggested it might be time to get tested. I did, and you know the result. I’ve become a regular patron at the bookstore, where it’s all so anonymous, and the subject of status never cums up--just a lot of needy holes, married and single, waiting to be filled with poison jizz. It started at the bookstore. I go there a lot. Unlike many places, the management is quite friendly, and welcomes the trade. And I love the cummy, sweaty smell of the booths. I spent the afternoon there sucking guys off and taking loads up my ass. When I get horny I’ll do anything for sex. And I don’t need an ACTUAL GUY around, either. Just HIS SEED. I licked 2 or 3 loads off the wall, 1 off the floor. If you think that’s gross, you’re right. All I can say is: don’t knock it till you try it. You might like it. Gives you satisfaction every time. Nobody has to know. Nobody. Wait till this straight, who wouldn’t give you the time of day, leaves his booth. If he heads out the door, chances are he just shot his wad watching some stupid pussy flick. You may find it rolling down the TV screen. You get the last laugh. He’d shit if he knew a fag got his cum. Yeah, I’m a real pig. More than most, I suspect. After a while pigging out really grows on you. I got so much cum I began to feel sick. So I went next door to McDonalds to grab a bite to eat. After some meat (the other kind) and fries and a coke, I was ready for action again and walked back to the bookstore. Unfortunately, the place was deserted. The straights had headed home to their wives—after shooting their loads down a guy’s throat or up some faggot’s ass (like me, for instance). I was about to take off. when in walks this buddy of mine. We talked about the evening, and headed for the baths. On the way we made a bet about who could get the most cum. The loser to get screwed by whomever the winner wanted. So it was a win-win proposition. He won. With 7 loads up his ass and 13 down his throat. I managed 11 and 6. I felched a few times but that didn’t count, so he got more loads. We got into some threesomes and got laid by the same 4 guys. I got some nice loads from my fellow pigs. And this hot daddy just about ripped my cunt open with his huge dick. He showed me no mercy. The last guy to screw me asked what kind of lube I was using. When I told him it was all cum, he shot his jizz in a matter of seconds. He went down on my ass, and I asked him to please share it with me We kissed and kissed, and he kept going down between my legs for more. I didn't get home till 5 am, and sat down on the can and let the remaining cum drip into my hand. I came up with 2 palms full. I licked ‘em clean. I was still feeling horny, so I jacked off, swallowed my jizz, and hit the sack. No, I’m really not a pig. Just another red-blooded American male.

I do it because condoms don't compare, the feeling of a hot raw hole wrapped around my bare cock, skin on skin, just drives me crazy. it bliss my brain out like stupid to be balls deep bareback, and I'm hooked on that feeling

This seems to be a recurring theme in this thread. May I know exactly what the problem is and why it annoys you? Serious question. I don't intend to troll nor be disrespectful of your viewpoint. In fact, when I was younger, in my early 20s, I had the same opinion of white men fetishizing BBC. Now I don't. Also, as a black man, would there be a problem if I fetishized let's say Asian men? Or is this type of behavior only inappropriate for white men? Lastly, I almost always include the race/ethnic background when sharing detailed sexual encounters with others. I find it normal among gay men, especially for those of us who have been with multiple men from various cultural backgrounds. Its kinda like sharing stamps in our whore filled passport books.

Wow...thank you so much for such kind words. I honestly am blown away by such wonderful feedback ive received. I went back to the gym last week and saw M and S. We didn't talk much, people were around. But S kept giving me his little half smiles and M found ways to touch my shoulders and lower back. So i think things are going to be fine. 😊

Part 3 It only took me a short moment to regain consciousness. First thing I noticed was my throat was sore and my stomach felt queazy from the multiple huge loads of Vince’s special brand of cum in it. Then I noticed I wasn’t in the living room but I was in Vince’s bed. He must have carried me here when I was out. “Hey you didn’t die! That’s good news for me. I would have had to work hard to dump a load in your ass before you got cold, he he he.” Vince was there playing with my ass. He had a couple fingers in me that he replaced with his tongue. As good as it felt I turned over and faced him, which incidentally landed my legs around his waist and his semi hard cock touch my ass. “How long was I out?” My voice was scratchy as I asked rubbing my throat. “Less then a minute. I figured you’d like to be more comfy.” His arms wrapped around my legs. His hands rubbing my ass. He moved his hips forward and his shaft ground against my crack. “Vince, my ass is sore, my throat is sore. My stomach hurts. I can’t handle anymore messing around.” “You said you’d suck my cock anytime.” “You can’t possibly go another round so soon.” “He he, yeah you’re right. I’ll need a while before I’m ready to go again. A younger version of me would be more energetic and I’d be hips deep in your ass about now.” He continued his humping. Miming out the motions of ass fucking. His dick was only half erect which was impressive enough given his two orgasms earlier. He grabbed his dick and was aiming it towards my hole, trying to push it in. “Vince I thought you weren’t going to fuck me?” “I’m not, I just need to take a piss.” He forced his half hard cock in my ass which gave little resistance. “Again? I don’t want piss up my ass.” “Oh then would you like to drink it?” “Ew no. No water sports.” “I won’t ask for another blow job today if you let me piss in your ass from now on. You’re throat could use a rest.” “Ugh fine make it quick.” I was still horse and rubbing my throat. It hurt to talk and if I could give my mouth a break for a while then I’m fine with taking a little piss where I can’t actually taste it. As soon as I gave to go ahead, I felt a hot spreading sensation in my ass. He was already relieving himself inside me. “Ahhh, that’s a good toilet boy. Oh how I wanted you like this the moment I saw you. Yeah that’s a thirsty ass. Oof drink me up toilet boy.” “That nickname better not stick. God, how much do you have in you?” I was feeling my guts bloat as Vince continued to stream. I hadn’t even noticed that he was all the way inside me. But that didn’t count for much given how he was only half soft. “You’re all they way inside me this time.” “Ah, yeah. It’s easier this way. But you better hope I don’t get a full hard on like this, or it’ll get full on hard at full length. Oh, there we go. All finished. How do you feel?” “Like I’m going to burst. I should go to the bathroom.” Vince kept me glued to his cock. “Not yet. We don’t want to blast it all over the sheets now. Just let it spread deeper in you. Trust me, I’m very experienced with this. The more you wait the more my piss will work it’s way up and you’ll feel a little less bloated.” I laid back and waited for his piss to spread deeper in me. While I waited I considered my situation. This was the fifth time I’ve had his cock in me now? I lost track. But I’m here in his room with it up in me again. Somehow how he keeps getting me to do these things. But to be fair it’s not entirely his fault. My curiosity and minor enjoyment of some of the things he does has also been a factor. At first I thought it was all him but more and more I’m starting to get into more kink myself. I learned I liked having my feet played with. And if I try to think about it with an open mind, sure, a cock pissing in my ass is kinda hot too. Weird, last week I was a totally vanilla guy and now I’m doing raunch with a dirty poz fucker. If any of these kinks stuck I should definitely try them about with other guys. Ouch what’s that? “Ooh seems like I’m getting a little harder, ooh he he he. What will happen to your ass if I get to full mast?” “Ow can you pull out now?” “Why? Let’s see where this goes.” He was now fucking my ass again. This time filled with piss and his hips firmly pressed against my ass. His dick was getting harder and it was bulldozing it’s way in me. It was hurting the more he kept it in. “Ah, no more. I need up, seriously.” “Okay, such a serious boy.” He stopped fucking and slowly pulled his cock out. I managed to clench up but a little piss still got out. “Oops, we’ll I guess that was bound to happen. Oh well it’s only a little.” I slowly got up and left Vince’s room. I got rid of whatever I could from the piss fucking and brushed my teeth. I looked for any pepto but we were out. I could barely recognize my reflection. I was turning into a kinkster wither I wanted to or not. And my roommate was the corrupter. For the rest of the day I managed to go unmolested. Minus a few minor incidences. Vince regained his need to cum and was looking for hookups. I enjoyed my day while he was out. I managed to get a few assignments finished since I didn’t have the distractions. My throat was still a little sore but my stomach not longer hurt. I guess Vince’s cum can do a number on you in more ways then one. Can you get food poisoning from cum? After I felt like I was productive enough I went out myself. I needed time away from the flat and unwind. I went to a local gay bar that was close by. I just wanted a couple drinks, and exchange glances with handsome strangers. I definitely wasn’t in the mood to hook up but the attention would be welcomed. I sat at the bar and ordered a whisky cola. After a few refreshing sips I surveyed the place. A few faces I recognized, some new ones, some creepy ones, some cute ones. There weren’t many there tonight, probably because it was still early. One drink turned into four. I was getting a comfortable buzz on. Not crazy drunk but I was definitely feeling it. I had chatted with a couple guys casually until they had to go meet up with friends. I had an invite to join a group for bar hopping but I had class in the morning and wasn’t up for it. When the semester is over I’ll be able to take a little brake from the crazy scheduling. At some point I needed to take a leak so I wandered to the bathroom. I was wobbling a bit. The booze was probably effecting me a little more then I thought. The bathroom was way in the back and had one of those weird layouts. An L shaped room with urinals around the counter of the stalls. I think it was pretty popular for cruising, not that I’d have any experience with that. I wandered all the way around at the end of the urinals to the only one that looked the least dirty. As I was doing my business someone else came in. He went to the urinal right next to me. Of course he chose that one. Of all the urinals he could have picked he picked the one next to me and we were both at the far end of the room. “Hey there. Nice cock.” Yup, he was cruising. He was a tall 40 something fat guy with greasy messy dark hair and thinning on top. He had baggy worn through clothing and sandals. He had harsh rough facial features and a nasally voice. He wouldn’t classify as a bear, more like a weirdo living in his mothers basement. The type of guy I’d normally avoid. He wasn’t pissing. I glanced down at his dick and he was stroking a fat 5 inch cock with a large cock head, his balls were big but his bush was unkempt. The alcohol was throwing me off guard because I wasn’t subtle enough at the glance. He caught me staring. “You can suck it if you like.” He turned towards me and stepped closer holding his dick up. He had BO. I could tell but the way he talked and carried himself, he wasn’t all there. I said nothing and finished shaking my last few drops. But before I could put my dick away he put a hand on my butt. “You’re Vince’s boy right?” “What? How…” That got my attention. How did this guy know Vince and how did he know we knew eachother? But I wasn’t anyones ‘boy’. The harsh looking guy looked over his shoulder as if to make sure no one was around then went behind me and pulled my pants down. He bent me over the urinal and I was having trouble keeping my balance. Woah what’s happening right now? He’s not actually going to fuck me is he? “I just gotta do this real quick.” He spat on his cock and was jabbing against my hole. His head was digging into me and he put his hands on my hips and slammed forward penetrating me all the way. “Ow what the hell?!” He was fucking me desperately. He was clumsy and rough. I was able to take his length easy enough but the girth was challenging. “Oh yes! Hot ass!” His slamming was relentless. His big belly rested on my ass and it felt like I was getting absorbed into him. My face was almost against the wall. He was too big to get away from and he was enjoying my ass like a starving dog. “Dude pull it out.” I grunted softly. I didn’t want to be too loud because I was terrified of what anyone would think if they saw this. I wasn’t even sure he heard me. “I haven’t fucked a delicious boy like you before. Oh fuck I’m gonna cum! Sorry! I have to cum in you! You don’t mind! You’re a dirty cum pig! ARGHH!” He slammed into me several times as he unloaded into me. His cock throbbed as it gushed. Shit what did he just say? Fuck no, this guy needs to get the hell off me. He kept thrusting in me a few times as he finished up. I wanted him out as soon as possible but he just held me in place. Then I heard him sigh. “Ahhhh…” my ass felt a familiar hot spreading. ‘Damn it, am I getting pissed in again?!’. He was definitely pissing inside me. I could feel it spreading deep but luckily it wasn’t a huge amount. The creep eventually pulled out of me. A small stream of yellow squirted out my ass and dripped on the floor. He let go of me and I fell to the floor. As I looked up at him he stared down at me. “You should come home with me. I have plans for a handsome juicy boy like you.” The sketchy guy took off a sandal and held a foot in front of my face. It was massive and plump like a size 14 and dirty on bottom. ‘Hu? What is he doing?’ He brought it down and smeared his foot sweat on my face. I was grabbing his leg and trying to get him away but i couldn’t stop his large foot. It was moist and rank. This guy was trying to get as much kink mileage as he could. Then he shoved his toes in my mouth. I protested but nothing else I was doing worked so I figured it would be best to do what he wanted so he’d leave. I reluctantly sucked his toes the same way Vince sucked mine. The taste was almost like Vince’s cum, salty and foul, but a bit cheesy. I was hating it, but after a minute of licking his foot clean my dick was starting to get hard. ‘Oh fuck! I’m not getting into this am I?’ I tried to fight back my boner but there was something about the softness of the bottoms of his feet that felt, cushy? Soft? Something like that. I couldn’t really describe it. It was…nice? “Nice, boner there.” He moved his foot from my face down to my cock and rubbed it. He put his hands in the wall to support himself while he was jacking me with his foot. It felt good and I was leaking pre so his foot job was getting slippery. It was so embarrassing. I was getting turned on by it. Not from him but from what he was doing. I couldn’t help but grab it and move my hips so I could hump it in rhythm to his movements. He stopped moving his foot and let me fuck his sole at my own pace. His meaty toes caressing my head. It didn’t take me long to work up to a cum shot. I blasted my load all over his foot and between his toes. My heart was beating fast and the creepy guy kept looking around. He turned around and for a second I thought he was going to leave but he walked backwards towards me and pulled his pants down revealing his fat lumpy pockmarked ass. He spread his cheeks and exposed a dark hairy gaping ass hole. It was large and moist and it was coming right toward me. “I’ve always wanted to do this.” I threw my hands up and pushed them against his huge ass but he buried my face in it regardless. My resisting stopped his slimy pulsing hole from kissing my lips but just ever so slightly. He stank and I didn’t want to rim him. But my arm strength was failing me. He let go of his cheeks which engulfed my head ear to ear. His drooling doughnut hole puckered towards me like a hungry beast ready to devour prey wandering into it’s cave. Oh shit I’m about to eat the ass of this gross basement troll. “Come on, stick that tongue out. Shove it in my hole. Lick me clean.” Luckily someone else came in the bathroom, but straight into a stall by the entrance. That made the chubby stranger jump a bit and remember we weren’t in a perminantly private place. He pulled his ass away and stood up. Thank goodness, I thought I was going to get swallowed whole by that bottomless cavern. “Here, you can have this back.” He handed me my phone. When did he get that? When he fucked me? “Why did you have this?” “I have your number now. I have a bigger apatite then this. I’ll see you around.” He hurried out of there leaving me alone. I looked through my messages. He shot videos of himself fucking me and giving him foot service. It looked like he sent himself the videos too. Also my number and home address were sent to him. Great now I’m gonna get stalked by the living definition of a stalker. I’ll need to get tested soon because that pig shot in me too. I stood up and I was still wobbly. I didn’t bother with getting his piss out of me, I just wanted to leave as soon as possible. So I made my way home. When I got home I struggled with the keys for a bit but managed to get the door open. I wanted a damn shower after what I don’t even want to think about happened. I was tired and dizzy with too much to drink. I leaned up against the couch and stripped my clothes off. I was going to head to the shower but I ended up falling asleep right there.

Our status, our state This is not the story yet, I need to explain the background so that I can start chapters without many boring setups. *** CONTEXT *** From dystopia to positive (pun intended) world. The story is set in 2050 after 20 years United Nations had realized the "Zero HIV infections 2030 goal" has miserably failed, together with all HIV vaccine trials and attempts of eradication. European Union has become a unique state with a single president in 2028 after a devastating war, new USE - United State of Europe's president was a very liberal politician who believed in human rights, awareness and protections but HIV cases did not stop growing because of a meds/prep resistant strain and people are fed up of all this mess. President attempts to calm population's unsatisfaction down and tries to plan mass sex education programs for young and adults, but he's unaware about the conspiracy behind the virus: his direct opponent was an old, retired, gay scientist who survived AIDS emergency in 80s as a long-term non-progressor, he didn't need meds and rather than helping science for humanity's good, he's created a lethal HIV strain to be used for military purpose. But having survived the real war, he's changed his mind. There's another way to eliminate HIV/AIDS trouble from Europe and the world, isolating HIV-positive people in a town built for them in a desert island and banning sexual freedom from the rest of the state. Campaign is a success and 2029 is the year where human rights are canceled by new president voted by people in place of the liberal one. The damage is done in a few months: HIV-positive can do whatever in their town (Bugdom) but it's strictly forbidden to cross the gate! Only way to contact negative folks is Internet in game or social network or ordinary mail and instant messengers, but everything is controlled from the neg world's side and if a neg is caught talking about sex with another neg or worse with a poz, they'll be locked into a cage in Bugdom where a neg has no basic human rights at all, unless a poz person decides to take them under their wing for pity or sex hunger. The gifter is the only one who can establish if and when the neg is worthy of becoming a true Bugdom citizen, meanwhile a negative person in the town can only be a slave with no say. In all these conflict there's a third (unlistened) opinion: HIV's. The old scientist is completely unaware that Bugdom's HIV has acquired capability of thinking, reasoning, feeling AND TALKING because it has mutated through years and perfectly knows what has been previous decades' human sex freedom and it (he) wants humans to have it back. Story begins with a 18-years-old boy who was born neg in 2032, from a poz couple. President's statement is that neg children born in Bugdom must grow up away from poz parents and be raised by the State, but the teen's father doesn't agree at all! Author's note: yes, I'm inspired by some social and political events of the real world but no intention to promote or discourage anything; this year has elections both in Europe and in US and, I hope, everyone of us is responsible of what they does. Politically and sexually. Literary exaggerations and parodies aren't forbidden after all, this is a sex and entertainment web site and my story is for this purpose only. First chapter currently in draft.

Jockstrap Party My boy and I have been having a lot of fun lately, very little of it safer fun. We hooked up with another couple a few weeks ago and had a blast playing raw. Jim and Dan are both a bit older than us, and both very vers. Jim has a sexy hairy chest and Dan is almost entirely hairless. Both of the guys fucked my boy raw and left big juicy loads in his ass. I was rawfucking Dan’s hairless hole at the same time as he bred my boy. They cradled my boy while I plowed their loads deeper into his hole before adding my own. We made a point to let the guys know we wanted to play together again. They invited us to a jockstrap party at a big warehouse bar on the outskirts of town. We went to work that morning, both me and my boy wearing sexy jockstraps under our slacks and dress shirts. The four of us met for a few courage drinks before heading to the warehouse. We stripped down to our jocks and shoes and checked our clothes before going into the main bar area. We had heard that things could get steamy there, and were more comfortable playing raw with friends than with strangers, so we tucked some single use lube packets into our socks and a few condoms. Dan said that might be a good idea as some of these guys were POZ and sometimes fucking happened at this kind of party. There must have been a hundred men there, some sweaty and rank, some squeaky clean. Jim and Dan knew a couple of the guys there and introduced us to some of their buddies. I assumed that they had all fucked around. They were nice, shook hands, groped crotches and butts, but were generally non-threatening. Jim went to the bar and brought back a stack of solo cups and a pitcher of beer. Dan pointed out a guy on the edge of their group named Sean. He told me he was a really hot top but to play safely with him… I assumed that meant he had some kind of bug or kink… Jim spilled some beer on my jock’s pouch while pouring me a cup. Of course, Sean made a bee line to me, knelt down and licked the beer, of course making my cock grow and stretch out the front of my jockstrap. Sean is pretty tall and beefy with a broad chest and massive nipples. He had on tall boots and a leather harness. He growled at me and smiled as he stood up thanking me for the free sip. As we stood drinking and chatting, Sean kept rubbing his crotch. I knew he must have had a big dick as his pouch kept filling more and more. Dan and Jim ran off to hang out with some friends on a private VIP roof deck, where I knew there would likely be some fucking action. We promised we’d head up soon. Sean leaned in and grasped me and my boy’s bare buttcheeks. He said into our ears, ‘Finally, I’ve got you guys alone!’ I laughed as we were hardly alone, there were at least fifty guys standing around. I knew he was flirting pretty heavily, but I figured we were safe in public. Plus, if we wanted to fool around, I remembered the condoms in my socks and thought how glad I was to have come prepared. I felt Sean’s hand getting closer to my crack, and I sort of whimpered, I guess. He grinned at me, then at my boy. He brought his hand to my boy’s mouth and inserted two fingers. My boy groaned and suckled them. This guy was clearly seducing both of us. Once his fingers were good and wet, Sean brought his hand back to my ass and started gently playing with my hole, sinking just his fingertips in, lubed with my boy’s spit. I must have thrown my head back, savoring the sensation of this stranger’s fingers teasing my hole, and closed my eyes. Before I could open them, Sean inserted his finger into my mouth. I sucked hard and he slipped two more fingers in all the way to his thumb. I thought I was going to puke, and gagged as he pulled his hand away. I knew it was going to go directly to my boy’s ass, and that I’d helped prepare my boy’s hole for whatever was about to happen. We stood face-to-face for a bit Sean he was really playing with our asses. He might have had two fingers in me a few knuckles deep. The way my boy was bucking, I knew he was deeper in his hole. My boy is much more of a bottom than me, and much looser, so it was all sort of going fine. Sean released his grasp on my ass and situated himself behind my boy, with my boy facing me. My boy was practically panting and shoved his tongue down my throat. He grasped my jaw with both hands and leaned into me. With his face in mine, I couldn’t see with my eyes what Sean was doing, so I let me hands wander. I put my hands around my boy’s slim waist and felt him grooving. He was driving his crotch into mine, but also his ass into Sean’s crotch. I slipped my hand into Sean’s jockstrap and felt a hefty drooling cock with a thick cold metal cockring at its base. My boy kept moaning as he felt that fabric-clad shaft grinding into his buttcrack. I pulled away from my boy. I tried to whisper into his ear that he was about to get fucked. With the booming music in the bar, I had to repeat myself, ‘If you don’t want to get fucked right here on the dancefloor, you should pull off!’ He might have misheard me and he just nodded. Then he shouted back into my year, ‘YES! Pull it out!’ I realized he thought I was asking if he wanted Sean’s raw dick as his hole. I chuckled knowing that he was hungry for to get fucked like a slut in the middle of the bar. My boy’s eyes pleaded, so I freed Sean’s dick from his jockstrap. I jerked his massive thick tool a few times smearing his precum all over his shaft. Sean kept grooving, but had contorted my boy so he was sort of squating with his ass stuck out for better access. I’m not naïve and my boy wasn’t acting like he wanted Sean to stop. I raised my ankle up and got out a condom and some lube from my sock. With my boy leaning against me for support, I tore open the condom wrapper and tried to lower it on to Sean’s throbbing cock head. He was shimmying around so I couldn’t quite land it. He lurched forward and the condom fell out of my hand and onto the floor. He lurched forward again a few times as I got another condom out and unwrapped. My boy was pushing back against Sean, groaning deeply, as I was busy trying to get a condom on Sean. When my hands were where I thought his dick was, I realized it was too late for a condom. Sean had slid his bare cock all the way into my boy’s ass. I told my boy, ‘He’s in you raw. Is that ok?’ My boy nodded and wrapped his arms around my head, kissing me hard. He clenched his eyes shut and let Sean use his ass. I felt someone tap my shoulder. It was Dan back from whatever mischief they’d gotten into upstairs. I leaned back so he could say something in my ear. ‘Good thing you brought those condoms. Sean usually only fucks raw… and he shoots toxic loads.’ He pointed to the wrapper on the floor. I just nodded, knowing that Sean was about to breed my boy. Sean started grunting and plowing my boy’s ass faster and harder. My poor boy nearly lost his balance. Dan helped support my boy as Sean moaned, spewing his toxic spunk into my boy’s ass. Sean pulled back, his cock falling out of my boy’s guts with a wet plop. Dan realized that he wasn’t wearing a condom and moaned as he dropped to his knees. He grabbed Sean’s cock and swallowed it all the way. Jim showed back up and saw my boy leaning on my and his boyfriend blowing Sean. I spread my boy’s cheeks and Jim saw how opened and wet it was. He shrugged and also knelt, tonguing the POZ seed off and out of my boy’s ass. There must have been ten guys in a tight circle around us. A few guys were jerking their cocks and one stepped up to me asking, ‘Your boy takes loads? Can I breed him next?’ I nodded and my boy opened his eyes grinning. He said to me, ‘It’s going to be a long night…’

Went to the River Street Club for the first time in over a year. Arrived just before noon. Went right to the steam room, bent over and took 4 old guys. First one had a huge load. That was good lube for the rest. Also had fun with a vers btm who tweaked my nips good while an old guy enjoyed my ass. Vers guy also got into me, but did not want to cum yet.

Close to lunchtime I was on Sniffies seeing if anyone was looking for a lunchtime quickie and got a message from a cute 18 y/o blonde Anglo kid. His picture had me worried as he looked younger, but he said he had an ID to prove he was 18 and he'd just had his birthday before Christmas. The Frisco ISD starts back up tomorrow and he's in high school and as much as I love fucking and getting fucked by high school boys I wasn't about to pass this up. Hotter still his profile was bareback only so I knew he'd be down to take my load and pretty much made it clear he wanted it. I suggested using the locker room in the gym in our building as there's few people here and he was down for that or car play. I gave him the address and told him to text when he got here and he did. I scrambled down to the gym and sure enough, he looked like his picture and he gave me his driver's license, and so I knew his name (Aaron) and introduced myself and led him into the locker room. I checked around and there was no one else in the locker room and as soon as I told him he was on me kissing me, starting to undo my shirt and his. I like how aggressive the kid is and he has his tongue down my throat and is telling me how bad he wants me to fuck him and how bad he wants my loads. I asked him if he wanted to fuck in the shower or in the bathroom stall and he said the stall, smirking at me. I grabbed a towel to clean up after and we went into the stall where we resumed kissing and undressing each other. We weren't at it long before he said he should fuck me first as he was really excited and close to cumming. I asked if he wanted me to suck him first and he laughed saying he was ready to fuck me. I was taking in his hot smooth pale body and his nice long uncut dick, which sadly didn't have much girth. I turned my ass to him and could hear and feel his spit hit my ass and his cock and he slowly worked both into my ass. My ass didn't offer up much resistance as I'd been fucked at the gym this morning before work. His dick entered me easily and soon his was stroking to his heart's content as I told him how good his cock felt in me and how bad I wanted his cum as he tweaked my nipples and kissed and bit the back of my neck. It didn't take long for him to go full throttle and start pounding my ass hard and blasting a huge load I could feel inside me as he let out a loud series of fucks. He apologized saying he was really worked up and cums really quick when he's like that, but that he had another load for me, asking me if I wanted it in my ass or down my throat. I told him not to pull out and that I wanted it in my ass, and how bad I wanted it. He was pulling almost all the way out and slamming all the way in with long hard strokes groaning as he did. As he did I could feel his cum leaking out my ass and dribbling down onto my balls and legs. I loved that he was churning the load already in me deeper inside my guts and adding his own. I could feel his body tense and his breath change, letting out a loud groan and knew he'd cum in me again. He slid out of me and tried to catch his breath and I turned around to kiss him and tell him how hot it was. I was stroking my cock and told him it was his turn and he took his place up against the wall. I did Aaron just as he did me, spit and stick and his ass also offered up no resistance. It was clear he'd been fucked recently and I'm sure if I dropped down to eat his ass I'd get a taste of that guy's load. If he's willing to hook up with a total stranger in a locker room to fuck then clearly he's a slut and probably fucks around a lot. He was groaning a lot, saying how thick my cock was and how good it felt in him, along with how bad he wanted my cum. I decided to push it and for him to tell me how bad he wants it and that he probably gets fucked a lot and he admitted he did. I pushed it asking him how often he gets it and he said he tried to get fucked every day. I asked him if he'd already been fucked today and he said he had. I pumped him for details and it was a guy off Sniffies who came to his house and bred him raw. I loved that he was hooking up with random guys and letting them breed him raw and knew he'd probably be back on Sniffies after this to get more loads. I asked him that and he admitted he was going to. I was so turned on I blasted a massive load inside him that had him begging me not to pull out and stay inside him. I laughed and told him "not a chance" as I kept stroking. I loved that he was so open about being a slut and really wanted to pump another load inside him and so I asked him if he has any regular buds and he admitted he does, but its easier to hook up with random guys. A slut after my own heart as that's what I do, and I laughed and told him that. He admitted he liked how I fucked him and he'd be up to taking my cock again as I kept stroking. I told him I liked it that he already had a load in his ass and he laughed and asked if I'd had one in me too. I said I had and had gotten fucked this morning at the gym. "You know the guy" he asked and I admitted, no, not really. "You just wanted the load didn't you?" I admitted I did and found myself at a new level of horny. I asked him if he liked that I already had a load in me and he admitted he did. I was stroking longer and harder inside him now and close to cumming and told him how bad I wanted to add my cum to the other guy's cum in his ass, which had him moaning and begging for that, telling me to fuck his ass like the slut he is. I called him a slut and said he should take more loads and have me come and fuck him once I'm off work and have him pump his slutty cum inside me too. I let out a load groan and blasted more seed in his slutty cummy hole. I slid out of his ass and he turned around to kiss me, but not before I could see my seed and the seed from the other guy trickling down out of his ass. I asked him if he wanted to shower and he said he was OK and needed to get going, wiping himself off with the towel I'd brought and dressing. I grabbed my clothes to head to the shower and kissed him some more and he asked if I'd be ready to go again later this afternoon. I said I would and he asked me to text him when I left work. He headed out of the locker room and I hit the showers, amazed that I had found a slutty little teen boy but was bummed realizing school starts for the semester and my only will be to hookup in the evenings after work.

My hole in need of seeding

I drew all the art

You could have an ordinary, everyday infection that lowered your CD4.....Re-infection is very rare

@Jaygusher can i ask who makes the art? They’re so fucking hot!

Yes, I also believe this is true. My experience is that both Bisexuals and fully gay men have a higher sex drive than straight men.

Thanks, TakinGDeePanal. I'm very much enjoying all of the attention and action that my cock and I continue to get!

Just looking at your Albums. You do yourself a great disservice by downplaying your attributes. From where I'm sitting, your cock is pretty much perfect.

Went to a bathhouse a week ago and somehow wasn't feeling the crowd. So I decided to stay a bit at the bar and drank a few beers over roughly two hours to see if things turned out for the better. After I didn't see anything interesting I figured I'd visit the cinema room to masturbate before leaving. Arriving there I noticed that there were four people already on the benches on the side. A mat in the middle was still empty so I grabbed some lube and a few tissues, leaned back, and went to town. Somehow I still wasn't fully in the mood, however, a bit later an older man approached me and asked me if I was interested in bottoming for him. I declined and he asked if he could watch to which I agreed. The mat isn't as spacious as you would imagine a bed, so I lean against a wall with my legs dangling down towards the ground, while the guy sits next to me. It seems that the alcohol is taking a toll on me because I struggle to reach an orgasm. He seems to take notice and starts to gently stroke my legs, neck and eventually taint, working his way down to my hole. Now, even though the place is nicely cushioned, after a while the position gets uncomfortable, so I decided to lift my legs onto the mattress, effectively spreading my legs (one over his legs) so that the room has a good view of my entire bottom. The guy seemingly takes this as a hint and focuses his massage entirely around my hole, slowly prodding it. I tell him that fingering me is okay and so he proceeds. Since, he has been so gentle I instruct him a bit until he finds the right spot and ask him to put his hand lightly on my neck, not choking me, but adding a nice pressure that I like. Still fighting with being insensitive due to the alcohol I tell him that it is okay to use more than one finger. He says that he'd need some lube for that and gets up to fetch some from a dispenser. Oddly, I noticed that the was wearing a condom all the time. It doesn't fit perfectly anymore, as I imagine he must have lost his erection in between, explaining the empty front part. After returning he rotated me slightly so that I had more space and only leaned with my head slightly on a wall. This puts me up for display for the others in the room even more, which I like. He then proceeds to lube me up slowly, before stretching me with two of his fingers while holding his hand on my neck again, while becoming rougher. I don't recall exactly how the last exchange came to be, but he somehow noticed that I was getting close and asked me if I'm about to cum. When I told him that I was about to shoot in a second he removed his fingers and spread me by pulling up my left leg over his shoulder and leaned into me, effectively choking me while I reached an orgasm. This surprised me, so I put my hands on his arm which was gripping my neck. He used this moment of my confusion by jamming his cock into me, while I started to shoot, and began fucking me. After a few moments, I withdrew from his grip and position, and he got up and left. Looking back I felt weird about this encounter as he had overstepped a boundary. But now that some time has passed I notice that I still fantasize about this night. The idea of some people watching me orgasm helplessly while struggling against a choke somehow became a turn on and I think maybe power dynamics might be a fetish for me.

Filled with loads

I only had one experience before I was 18. I was too scared getting outed back then, but was also desperate to try cock! I waited across the road from a gay pub until a hot bloke I guess in his late 30's came out. He was wearing tight jeans and white tee, and I started to follow him up the road but from the other side. Eventually he became aware that I was following him and after a while stopped and spoke to me. After deciding I was a desperate cock hungry twink (or chicken as we were called in those days), and not an axe murderer he asked me back to his place which wasn't far away. I was a bit freaked out when we got there as he lead me into his living room which had a sofa with a large crucifix hanging on the wall above it. Anyway I soon dismissed that, got on my knees as told and sucked him off until he came in my mouth. I then went on my way home so pleased with myself that I had finally tasted a man. A week later I was in a store in town shopping when I spotted this guy, but this time instead of the tight jeans and tee he was wearing a black cassock and dog collar! I've never shifted so fast in my life and got out of there quick!!! I also saw in the local paper a few days later that he was a new priest in town. Lol - I should have gone back for seconds - it was a nice cock and thick tasty load. Memories eh?

Fuck yes! I’ve never PNP’d and so ready to give it a try in the right scene!

Nick and Dane kept up an impressive regime of breeding me for the next two weeks, during which time I also got to spend some time meeting everyone else who lived in the mansion and the outhouses. It was all a bit overwhelming, but the longer I spent there the more I realised it was exactly where I needed to be. I didn’t really know what that actually meant, as while I hoped Bill and Hank would agree to me moving in, I couldn’t believe that they would just take in a freeloader without having him do something. “They’ll find a place for you” was all Nick ever said when I raised it with him. What I did find odd is that my only interaction with the owners up to that point had been when they first found Nick using me in the trees. I had caught glimpses of them here and there when I was outside enjoying the pool, but I had yet to actually speak to either one of them. Nick just shrugged this off too when I mentioned it to him. “They’ll come and find you at some point” he said, “in their own time.” What I suspected it meant is that they were trusting Nick to really test out whether I could stay the course, take everything he and Dane had to give, and eventually get myself pozzed. Fortunately my resolve on that only got stronger with each passing day, with a growing impatience in me that it hadn’t happened yet. Anyway, two weeks to the day since I had first followed Nick into the trees, I was lounging on the bed in his and Dane’s outhouse, flicking between YouTube videos while I waited for them to get back from an errand they had been sent on. When the outhouse door opened I assumed it would be one of them, but when I looked up I saw Bill standing in the doorway staring at me. I jolted up and off the bed. “Hello” he said, giving a hint of a smile while he looked me up and down. “Hello” I replied, before adding “sir.” “We haven’t had a chance to talk yet” he said. “No sir” I responded. “Has Nick been taking good care of you?” he asked. “Yes sir” I said, “this has been the best two weeks of my life.” “And you want to keep it going” he stated. “Yes sir” I said. “Well” he sighed, “Nick speaks very highly of you, and told me he thinks you’re ready.” “Ready sir?” I asked. “For the talk” he replied. He turned and walked out, and I knew I was supposed to follow so I hastily put on my flip-flops and went after him. He was heading into the trees along the path I had first arrived here on, and I hurried after him until I was a couple of paces behind. We then walked in silence along the path, before taking a turn and heading into a thicker part of the forest. As we did so, I glanced along the path we were turning off and saw a guy I thought might be called Marc just standing there looking at me. I briefly paused to look back at him, before he gave me what felt like a knowing smile and a wink. I blinked back at him, and then hurried on after Nick. The sound of the sea got progressively louder, and then we emerged onto a small section of pristine beach between two rocky outcrops, with not another soul around. Nick turned right and walked along the edge of the sand for a few paces until he reached a wooden bench that had been placed there facing the sea. He sat down on one end of it, and then looked back at me while in a way that told me I was also supposed to take a seat. We sat in silence for a while, just looking out at the waves while my nerves started to go. I just knew that my future here was going to depend on whatever happened during the next few minutes. Bill eventually pulled a packet of cigarettes out a pouch on his harness, then offered me one. He lit them both up, and then briefly fixed his gaze on me. “So what’s your story” he eventually asked. “Why are you here?” I gulped, and then as he looked at me in anticipation of a response, I took a deep draw of the cigarette to gather myself. I then started at the beginning, telling him about my life, my desires, my wedding, and my epiphany two weeks earlier when Nick entered my world. He listened intently, but I could not get much of a sense of anything from his facial expressions. “That’s quite a common story you know”, he said when I had finished. “Many a boy who has passed through here has had a similar tale to tell.” “Well, maybe you all just have a way of freeing men like me in a way nothing else can” I said, which got a warm smile from him. “So you’re a mechanic” he said. “Yes” I replied. “I love working with cars, on engines, on anything really.” “You sound like a useful person to have around” he said, causing my stomach to jump a little in excitement. “I like to work” I said. “I mean, I’ve enjoyed the last two weeks, but I am starting to get a bit restless.” He laughed at that. “Will have to have a word with young Nickyboy” he said. “He cannot possibly be fucking you enough if you’ve got time to get restless!” “They’ve been fucking me plenty” I said with a smile. “But I do want to do something useful.” He gave me a warm smile, and then reached over and patted my back. “Relax boy” he said. “This isn’t an interview. You’re already in.” “Oh” I said, a bit taken aback. “You may not know this, but Nick is like a son to me” he said. “He’s the smartest of them all, and a good man. When he tells me a boy belongs here, his word is enough.” I didn’t know what to say, and just sat there staring at the ground. Suddenly it was all very real. I would be staying. “He’s not the only one who wants you here” Bill continued, causing me to look up at him. “Greg?” I asked, after a pause. “He likes you” Bill said. “It’s been too long since I saw that sparkle in his eye.” “I like him too” I said. “I mean, I’m new to all this, but I do like him too.” “I’m glad to hear it” he said. “Just don’t rush into anything, OK? He’s got a big heart under all the shits and giggles, and I don’t want to see it broken again.” I nodded, realising my sense of Greg being a gentler, more vulnerable guy than he presented had been correct. “Anyway” Bill said, “Nick and Dane will no doubt have you joining the ranks soon enough, and then you can decide how much ink you want.” “I can’t wait” I said, my dick gardening at the thought of getting a big biohazard symbol on me somewhere. “Good lad” Bill said. “So how about we sort out the rest of it?” “The rest?” I asked. “Follow me” he said, giving me a wink. He stood up off the bench and went back the way we had come, so I hurriedly followed him again. We headed back to the mansion, then went round the side and got into a golf buggy. Bill then drove us down a track that led out of the trees and onto a dusty track, which he followed until we rounded a corner and another huge mansion came into view. Just as we approached the gate a stunning black car that looked to be custom-made pulled up from the other direction, so Bill stopped the buggy and waited. The car door opened and an absolute hunk got out and came round to speak to us. “Bill” he said, “good to see you.” “Rico” Bill said, “you’ve been working out.” “Gotta do what the man wants, right?” Rico said, smiling and just slightly flexing. “Is he home?” Bill asked. “Come on up” said Rico. He got back in the car and slowly drove in through the gates and up the driveway, with Bill and I following in the buggy. Rico took the car off to the side to a garage, but Bill drove the buggy up to near the front door where we climbed out. Just as we were approaching the main door, it opened and another older man came out. “Bill” he said, “what have you brought me today?” “Just one for decorating” said Bill, with a slightly stern tone. “He’s Nick’s.” “But of course” said the other man. He came towards me, and then looked me up and down. “No ink yet” he said. “Yet to convert” said Bill, which caused the other man to turn towards him with a surprised look on his face. “Yet you’ve already brought him here?” “He’s staying” said Bill, quite firmly. They looked at each other for a brief moment, before the other man turned back to me. He approached a bit closer, and the brought his hand up to touch my chain. He lifted it as though to feel the weight, and then let it drop back onto my chest. “Not a bad piece” he said, “but from the looks of this one we’re going to need to go a lot bigger.” He reached up and stroked his chin while continuing to look at me, and then suddenly twirled around the marched back into the house. “That’s Conrad” Bill said, after a moment. When I didn’t say anything in response, he continued after a pause. “Designer to the stars, but his passion is putting silver on hot men.“ Then it clicked: the ‘look’ that all the men at the house had was thanks to Conrad. “Who is Rico?” I asked. “His current plaything” Bill replied, as we started to walk towards the house. “Though he’s stuck around far longer than any I have known.” “So they’re poz too?” I asked, stating the obvious given their tattoos. “Conrad and I got turned at the same time” Bill said. “Same party, probably the same guy.” “Wow” I said. “Sounds like some party.” “It was” said Bill, chuckling. “Some day I might even tell you the names of a few of the other guests. You’d be shocked.” With that, we headed down a set of stairs into the basement, where Conrad was already at work pulling supplies out of drawers and barking orders in Spanish at two men who were sat in an adjacent studio. Bill motioned for me to take a seat on an armchair while he sat on another, and then we waited. For a good couple of hours Conrad had repeatedly come in and out of the space where Bill and I were sat talking, getting me to stand up so he could look all around my body, and fire off the occasional question about my gym aspirations, haircut thoughts, and what I was thinking of for tattoos when the time came. After that we were ushered out, and Bill told me we now needed to leave him in peace for a few days to work. He drove me back to the house, and as Nick and Dane had returned from their errand I dutifully went back upstairs to their bedroom for another double-fucking. Dane in particular had coached and encouraged me through getting used to it, and while Nick’s piercing still did a number on me every time they both squeezed themselves into my hole, I did start to kind of enjoy it. However, I very much preferred having just one of them in me at a time, as the connection was just so much more intense. Before Conrad could finish whatever he was working on, the flu finally hit me. I had got up and attempted to do something downstairs in my delirious state, but had passed out on a chair in a hallway. I was completely out of it for a couple of days, and when I did eventually come back to earth I found myself in a different bedroom. I initially assumed it was a guest room, until I noticed a wardrobe door slightly open showing it had clothes in it. Looking around I could also see some personal touches here and there, albeit no photos or anything. However, when Greg came into the room a little while after I had woken, it did not actually surprise me to find out I was in his bed. He checked in on me numerous times throughout that day as I remained in bed to fully recover, and then late at night once his duties at the bar were over he came back in just after I had woken from a sleep. He started bedding down on the floor, but I motioned for him to get into the bed with me. He beamed at me, and then climbed in beside me, put his arm around me, and we dozed off together. The next day I felt much more like myself, and was also starving hungry. Max and Kenji cooked me an enormous breakfast, and Greg noted to me that a guy’s first meal after the flu was ‘a free one’ that required no sacrificial offering of a juicy hole to the chefs later on. Once I had eaten my fill with Greg keeping me company, we went outside so I could enjoy my first cigarette in a while. After smoking a second one, Greg then told me to follow him. I duly did, and we ended up going down a set of stairs behind a door I had not seen before into a basement I did not know the house had. There waiting for me were Bill, Hank, Dane and Nick, all sat in chairs round a giant red, black and silver biohazard symbol painted on the floor. “Welcome back” said Bill, giving me a warm smile as he stood up. “You got quite an easy ride compared to some” said Hank, reaching out to shake my hand. “But good to see you on your feet again.” “Thanks” I said. “I feel much better now.” “Anyway” said Bill, “it’s time to properly welcome you in.” By this point all four men were standing, and Greg put a hand on my lower back to encourage me to move forward and stand on the symbol. “We have a little tradition here” said Hank. “When a man brings someone new into our little family” Bill continued, “he gets to adorn his new poz son with whatever Conrad has created.” At this point Nick and Dane approached me, with Dane holding several fairly flat leather boxes. I stared at the boxes, and then at Nick. He had the warmest expression on his face, and then he reached out and pulled me into a long-lasting hug. “Thank you” I whispered to him, the emotion of this finally happening causing my eyes to well up a little. “I’m so proud of you” he whispered back. When we eventually let go of one another, I made eye contact with Dane and mouthed a thank you to him that got a smile and a wink in return. Nick then opened the first box, and my mouth dropped open. EPILOGUE It’s been five years since that fateful day that I followed Nick off the beach. Every year on the anniversary I go down and just spend a bit of time around the spot where Hannah and I had pitched our umbrella, and this year is no exception. I take this annual opportunity to just think about where things were going for me, what might have been if I had not had the guts to stand up and walk into those trees, and what kind of a shell of a man I might have ended up. Of course, I do also think about what I have lost, the friends and family I have little to no contact with anymore, and of course the awful thing I did to Hannah by maintaining the charade for so long. Those thoughts do eventually pass, and for one simple reason: my life is incredible. Curling up with Greg every night in bed never gets old, and it seems like we fall further for each other every morning when we wake up together. The crazy energy he has with other people is just so perfectly balanced by the gentleness, vulnerability and loving nature that only I get to see, and I love each and every day with him. Of course, all relationships in this place are open, and we both enjoy a lot of sex with our fellow residents and visiting tourists. Outside of our bedroom I am basically a bottom, and every night’s lovemaking with Greg starts with him cleaning out the loads I have collected that day. With Greg I am more versatile, and only ever really show the top side of myself with anyone else when he and I are playing together. Of course, on plenty of occasions of playing together with others we both end up bent over taking a pounding, and there is now almost an expectation that Greg and I will jointly thank Max and Kenji for their food for at least one of each day’s ‘shifts’ in their room. A few more men have joined our ‘family’, and a couple have also moved on to pastures new. Greg and I have not brought anyone in, but have talked about possibly doing that some day if we happen upon a tourist who seems like they might fit in. For the most part the visitors that I play with know full well what they’re getting into thanks to the tattoo on my back, and I suspect most of them are on PrEP anyway. As for Greg, he actually prefers sex with fellow residents, leaving it to the likes of Dimitri and Anton to engage in rampant pozzing of men who thought they were just going to the beach for a tan. Then there’s Nick. What can I say about that divine god of the beach? He occupies a place in my heart and in my life that no-one else ever could or will. I love him, and I think he loves me, but it is in a very different way to how we feel about our partners. There was just something about the connection we made over those two weeks that now seems like it can’t be touched, that it can’t be broken, or perhaps you could say with an ironic twist that it can’t be tainted. In the five years I have been here he has not brought any other guys in to the fold, which Bill drunkenly told me one night is because he doesn’t think it would ever be the same for him again after me. Fortunately this bond we have between us has not caused me any issues with Dane, who has become one of my best friends in the house. He and Greg both know that Nick and I just need some time together occasionally. Speaking of which, it’s time to head off for the second part of this special day. Most guys in the house have a yearly ceremonial rutting with their pozzer on the anniversary of when they got their results, but Nick and I have always done it to mark the day we first met. Even without turning round, I can already sense that he’s at the treeline waiting for me, so I’m going to sign off now. Thanks for joining me on this journey, and I hope you all have a charmed day. Yours pozzingly, Joe

The meeting of Will and uncle Chester bonus: Chester’s dangerous tool

Part II I started sucking the closest cock to me, a nice solid 8 incher, uncut, nice veins running up the side. Stuck my tongue inside the foreskin and worked around the head, pulling the foreskin back and giving it some good flicks before putting it deeper in my mouth. “Oh yeah, this slut knows how to suck some dick” it’s owner said as hands grabbed the side of my head and the cock was pushed a bit deeper, pushing into my throat. “give him some poppers” someone else says My head is pulled off the cock and a bottle is placed under one nostril. I know what to do, I love poppers, and in combination with the edibles that are really kicking in, my head is swimming and I just want cock, I’m craving cock. I plunge back onto the cock. “Oh fuck yeah, here we go cocksucker” and he starts to fuck into my throat, gently at first and then gradually building up some speed. I kind of notice that I’m hearing some lighters and smelling a kind of acrid smell in the air, and my face is pulled off the cock I am in total lust with. “Here bitch” it’s Luis and he blows some smoke into my face, and then seals his mouth over mine and basically forces it into my lungs. “Oh fuck, no is that meth?” I’m thinking, and I’m really getting more and more hungry for that cock to be back in my throat. It's basically rammed back into my mouth and the owner is going to town on me and I am in cocksucker heaven. He lets me up to work on the head and it’s like I’ve been starved fir weeks and getting my first sweet taste of the most delicious suckable treat of my life, I am moaning and the throat slime is running down my chin. He pulls out and I’m presented with another cock, this one a modest average 6 incher, but very thick, and I start treating it like it’s the last cock I’ll ever suck. I’m soon working my way from cock to cock as they nudge my cheeks, and reach out my hands and work cocks and then turn to them. I am in heat. “See I knew he’d like it” a familiar voice is saying, I pull off and look at where it’s coming from and it’s my friend Alex, whose is always telling me about how much he loves doing meth and how horny and hot it makes him. “Yeah you judgmental little whore, I knew if you got some meth you would be transformed” I’m sucking another cock and he gets up to my ear “I’ve wanted to get you spun up and used for awhile so you would get off my back and realize how much fun this is. I was with Luis when you sent your invite request in, and we hatched a little plot. I’m going to give you a nice shard up that slut ass and we’re all taking turns on you. Everyone here knows the drill. The invite did say this was for "no cock and no load refused" attitude, and fucker, you are not going to refuse a single cock here, or those still coming. We posted a different ad that we're spinning out a newbie who needs to be turned out into a chem whore, and there was a lot of interest”

I'm going to disagree (politely, I hope) with @BlackDude and @topblkmale, with the understanding that as a white guy, my own experience with such programs is mostly lacking. If we truly had a color-blind (and sex-blind) society, a la Star Trek's Next Generation era (TOS was sadly lacking on the sex-blind front), then sure, DEI would be essentially useless or superfluous. But we don't. Broadly speaking, we tend to respond differently to (and deal differently with) people who are "like" us - whether it's racially, genderwise, or sexual-orientationwise - than those who are not. It may be subtle or not subtle, but it's often there, and worst, when it's subtle, we're often unaware of it. And those different responses can make the difference between a hiring "yes" or "no", between being admitted to a program and not being admitted, and so on. We can talk till we're blue in the face about merit and "let the best person win", but the reality is that "best person" is a nebulous concept at best. Two candidates for a job, program or whatever are highly unlikely to be identical except for a couple of selected measurements (where it would be easy to pick the "best" one). Rather, it's more likely that A has three years of experience in exactly this particular job or program, while B has only 18 months of that experience but has four years in addition in a leadership role in a related field. In other words, the very act of picking which qualifications merit what kind of assessment for "best" is itself subject to personal biases - what do you value more? And once you get into "what do you value more?", the inherent bias to look for "others like us" frequently kicks in without recognizing it. An assertive white guy, for instance, might well be ranked highly because he's considered a "go getter", while a woman displaying very similar personality traits can be thought of as "too aggressive" and a similar black guy might be considered "too militant". Even if all of that is dealt with, somehow, there's still the inherent bias for, say, people from a similar educational background, or who had internships (frequently doled out to the kids of higher-ups in a given firm) with the kind of people we identify with. All of which is to say that "meritocracy" - let the best person win - is a mirage, for the most part. The primary beneficiaries of that mirage are (unsurprisingly) straight white males, often Christian ones, because those are the people who have the power and that power flows down through the people they hire, who are (again) the beneficiaries of that mirage of merit. As long as that mirage exists, there's a place for DEI, if nothing else but to remind us to look more carefully at all the options out there (which is, after all, the original meaning of "affirmative action" - to affirmatively seek out qualified candidates who aren't like us, because they are likely to get passed over even when they're as qualified or more so than others).

Part 4 I didn’t get good sleep. I woke up sometime later in the night. I was face down on the couch with my knees on the floor. I was groggy and my ass was still sore, thanks to the bathroom guy. Ah shit speaking of which, I was still filled with his piss and cum. “Look who’s awake. Have a fun time out?” Vince was on the couch next to me, he had a hand on my back rubbing me. “It was fine. I think I had too much to drink.” Vince got up and started playing with my ass. Sticking his fingers in me. “I’ll bet you did. A little birdie told me you had some interesting fun at the urinals.” He was slowly finger fucking me. I was too tired to resist and I was still a bit intoxicated from earlier. “You know about that? Did you tell that guy about me?” He pulled his fingers out and sucked on them, then shoved them back in. “I tell all my friends about the boys I fuck. Gotta admit, I was shocked when Harold told me about what all you did. No one hooks up with Harold. He’s definitely an acquired taste and a bit touched in the head. I didn’t know you were so turned on by his type. Shame on you Mark. You let him breed you before me? That’s not fair.” Vince pulled his fingers out and replaced them with his cock. He slid two thirds of the length in me and started pumping his meat in my ass. “Mmm… that guy wasn’t my type. He forced himself on me.” “He said you grabbed his dick at the urinals and forced it in your ass. I heard you moaned and begged for his cum. He said you also insisted on licking his feet. Dirty boy. You must be a secret kink whore when I’m not around. You didn’t have to force him though. You’re exactly his type.” He was picking up the pace. His fucking was more intense as he was getting into it. What the hell was that Harold guy saying about me? That’s not what happened! He crawled all over me! Oh god Vince’s cock was feeling really good. But it was still worn out from earlier. “Vince, my ass has already been fucked today, can you.. oh… can you please give me a break?” Vince was fucking me faster. His breathing was heavy. “Oof! Once I shoot this load off I’ll let you rest. Oh yeah! You need to take me cum. You owe me.” “Uh, no Vince, you can’t cum in me.” “Just a moment. I’ll pull out in a moment.” His cock was drilling deep. I don’t think all of it was inside me but it felt like most of it was. It was driving me crazy and it was feeling good. I gritted my teeth and endured his assault, waiting for him to take it out of me. “Oh fuck! Oh fuck mark!” Vince’s thrusting was slamming into me with such force it felt like I was splitting in two and I couldn’t think straight. My poor guts were being terrorized by his fleshy broom handle. *slam slam slam slam “AAAAGH!!!” Vince’s hips slammed forward and I felt his hips smack up against my ass. ‘Oh fuck he’s fully inside me!’ My insides felts like they were on the brink of being ruptured. In that moments I could feel every thing. The pulsing of his cock, the jet streams of his thick gelatinous cum blasting out and crawling it’s way up in my intestines. His balls pressing up against me were twitching too and I could feel the all the motions of his -Mmm- the cum leaving his balls, traveling down his long shaft and firing into my tenderized guts like a water jet. “Ugh.. no…” is all I could say as Vince collapsed on top of me. His cock slowly, periodically fucking it’s load deeper. “Woo, about time I filled you with my poz cum. It was only a matter of time.” “Vince, why would you do that?“ He came in me! Vince actually came in me! Oh god no, I need to get it out. I need to do something. I can’t let this stuff set in. He got up and pulled his long dick out of me. It was coated in a yellow white cum gloss. “You were nude on display. You were asking for it. Besides you let Harold fuck you. He may not be poz but it certainly takes a deep depravity to let him anywhere near you.” He slapped my ass and stood up. “Okay who wants next?” Next? Who was he talking too? Then I felt a new pair of hands on my ass. Vince was on the other side of the couch, watching. Someone else was here? I looked over my shoulder and saw some middle aged guy with a pot belly behind me as he slammed his cock in my ass. “Ow shit! Vince what’s going on?” “I brought a couple friends over for a group fuck but when we got here you were all naked and ready to go. So everyone thought it was best to make you the center of attention.” The middle aged guy was all ready getting to work on my ass. Fucking me sloppy. He was big but not freakishly big like Vince so it was actually enjoyable to a degree. “Ah, I need to leave. I…” I could barely speak. My ass felt good from the smaller dick going to town, plowing away. “Not yet boy. You’re gonna take my cum. Your ass is so used and messed up, but I’m fine with it.” The guy liked to talk while he fucked me. “Yeah, how much dick have you taken today? You’re a dirty slut and you love it.” I didn’t like the talk but I did like his technique. He was hitting all the right spots. But as much as I was liking it, I still needed to find a way to clean my self out. It’s not too late to- “AAH fuck! Yeah” The guy reached his finish line and I felt him shoot his load up in me as well. Fuck, another anonymous load in me. “Now can I go?” “Not yet. You have one more guest to take care of.” Vince pointed to a bear walking towards me. “Mr. Lopez?!” What the actual fuck?! It was my English teacher! What the fuck was he doing here?! “Hi there Mark, I knew Vince since before you started class. I always kept my distance but I guess there’s no point in that now. This should be fun. And no, I’m not excusing your paper if it comes in late.” Mr. Lopez got behind me and grabbed my legs. He flipped me over so I was facing him. He stuck his cock in my face which was nice and thick and around 6 or 7 inches. He was slapping my face with it. “You’re going to be a good student and suck your teachers cock.” I can’t believe this was happening. How has Vince managed to infiltrate so many aspects of my life? I can’t go to the bars or school without running into someone within his circle. Mr. Lopez’s cock was pointed at my mouth. The other guys were standing around me. I felt like I had no choice. I opened my mouth and let my teacher fuck my face. “That’s a good student. A for effort.” I worked my mouth on him while he slid it in and out. Vince had my phone and was filming me. “This will make a nice home video.” I continued to suck my teachers cock. It taste salty and I liked it. I was crossing so many lines today, but at this point I felt too far gone. I threw out my reservations and just enjoyed the cock in my mouth. Mr. Lopez had a bearish belly but he was decently muscular too. I never thought of him sexually before but in this situation he was kinda hot. He fucked my mouth faster and he seemed to get pretty close. “Why don’t you shoot it up his ass? Add to the collection.” The middle aged guy suggested. “Nah, he has Vince’s nasty load up there. I don’t want that in my dick. I don’t plan on catching the bug. This kid is damaged goods now so I’ll shoot my last load in his mouth this time.” This time? What did he mean by that? “Oops, looks like Mr. Lopez spoiled the surprise. Yeah Mark, we couldn’t wait for you to wake up when we got here so we all took turns fucking your ass. Some of us went twice.” Vince laughed like it was some big joke to him. How many loads were in me? I can’t keep track anymore. Fuck it, I don’t care. I put my hands on Mr. Lopez’s ass and rubbed it as I sucked him. “Ooh yeah, the kid is getting into it. It’ll be interesting keeping him after class. Oh fuck here it comes.” He fucked my mouth and hit the back of my throat as he grunted and came in me. I swallowed in sync with his jets. “Ahh nice. Yeah I’m spent now.” Mr. Lopez seemed satisfied, and with the last of them finishing off inside me perhaps I could find and opportunity to get away. “ -This made me think of you dad.- aaaand send.” Vince was doing something with my phone. “There we go Mark, just sent a video of you sucking off your teacher to your father. That will make for an interesting dinner table discussion.” He what?! Vince put my phone on the kitchen counter away from the main action. Immediately I could hear the vibration of an incoming call. There was no way I was going to answer that. What the hell would I say? ‘Sorry dad a guy from a gay party sent that as a joke?’ Oh… Well yeah, I guess I could say that. But still that’s going to make for one hell of an awkward conversation. The phone call stopped and a flurry of texts vibrated in. Oh boy. I don’t want to deal with that. “Well this was fun Vince but I’m exausted.” One of the guys said. “Yeah, the kid is too gross at this point for me to have anymore interest.” Another said. “Alright boys, thanks for stopping by. I’ll make sure Mark gets properly ruined through the night.” Vince and the others got dressed and headed out. He sent them on their way and I was once again left alone with him. Vince got down to my level and grabbed my chin. “So Mark, how’s it feel to be a used poz slut?” He looked at me with a devilish grin. He seemed proud of himself. “I need to go to the bathroom.” I moved his hand away and sorely walked to the bathroom and shut the door. My heart was beating fast and I felt a wave of anxiety over me. Oh god, why did things have to end up like this? I tried my best to evacuate everything the men put in me. The cum, the piss. There was so much of it. Nothing else in my guts contained anything else but white and yellow. This is my life now? Being a dirty kink slut? Sure, some of it I do like. Hell a lot of it was actually really hot. But I didn’t think I would downfall so far so fast. After I finally got a shower in and some heavy douching, I spent a long time in the bathroom. Not because I had anything left to do there. But because I was lost in thought. I figured I might do pep tomorrow but wouldn’t Vince just fuck the hell out of me again and again till it stuck? I didn’t know what to do. What I did want was to go to bed. I got out of the bathroom and was heading to my bedroom in the nude when Vince got my attention. “Oh Mark finally. Your boyfriend is here. He’s waiting in your room.” “Boyfriend?” I don’t have a boyfriend. What was he talking about? I walked to my bedroom door and slowly opened it. “Have fun you two. Don’t worry, I’m pretty much done with you now Mark. I’ll let you to have plenty of quality time together, he he.” In the bedroom. Laying in my bed was the creepy guy from the bar, Harold. He was naked and playing with his cock. “Mmm nice to see you again. Come here.” “Dude what are you doing here?!” He actually came to my place? Oh jeeze I can’t handle this right now. I walked over to grab his arm and guide him out but as soon as I got close he grabbed me and pulled me on the bed, and rolled on top of me. “Mmm sweet boy.” He grabbed my face and kissed me deep, shoving his tongue in my mouth. His saliva taste like cock or balls or something salty and musky. His lips were thick, sucking my face. Fuck his tongue was freakishly huge and slimy! He was reaching it all the way in my mouth. It danced around like a swirling eel. I pushed against him but he was sweaty and too heavy to moved. He broke the kiss and let me up for air. Spit stringing between our mouths. I coughed as I gasped. “I don’t know what you told Vince but this isn’t okay. You can’t just show up here.” He was shifting his weight on me. He moved up to sit on my chest. It was hard to breath. “We need to finish what we started.” Harold stood out on the bead and turned around. I saw the familiar sight of his big ass being spread open as he brought it down on me. “Dude wait!” I put my hands up like last time but it was harder to hold him back. My face went in his ass again and his sweaty moist pucker was reaching for my mouth. It was getting closer and I could feel his juices drip down on my lips. “Mmm don’t fight it. Kiss it. Let it know you love it.” My arms were getting weak fast. I couldn’t get out from under him and he was determined to plant his asshole on my mouth. I was tired and broken from the events of today. There was no escaping it. So I decided to give in. I let go of his ass and let him have his way. I figured I might as well rim him since I’ve already been sullied by so many others in so many ways. His hole pressed against mine and it felt like it was making out with me. I opened up and stuck my tongue inside him. His ass taste salty and sweaty, it was a strong taste but I managed to handle it. I swirled my tongue in him and his hole opened and closed with a strong suction as if it was trying to suck my tongue inside him. “Awww, that’s where you belong. Lick me deep. Enjoy your dinner.” I got used to the taste of his ass after a while. I was able to notice his asshole was fairly juicy and smooth. After the initial shock it turned out to not be that bad. He moved around a bit so I could breathe through my nose here and there but he kept his ass planted on my mouth, grinding down and moaning as I worked my way inside him. I must have licked his ass for long time. My jaw was tired and my tongue was worn out. I had to think of something to give my mouth a rest so I reached between his legs and jacked his cock. It was hard and covered in pre. He got the hint and got up off of me. But he got between my legs and leaned over to lick my mouth and face. He wanted to taste himself on me. He stuck his tongue back in my mouth and made out with me more. I didn’t know what to do with my hands so I put them on his shoulders. He put his hands on my hips and pulled me tighter against him. He grabbed my legs and spread them. I could tell he was going to try and fuck me again so I rolled over off the bed and went to the door and opened it. “Okay that’s it. Time to go.” I told him. He was on his back laying in bed looking at me. “Don’t you want these?” “Want what?” He wiggled his toes and I noticed the bottoms of his feet pointing at me. Big, plump, slightly dirty. I wanted him gone but as soon as I saw his feet I had a carnal urge welling up that my head I was fighting against. My cock got hard. My mouth salivated. I didn’t know why I was so transfixed on them. I looked back at the door and back at his feet, struggling with what to do. Fuck it. I dropped to my knees and buried my face between his huge stompers. They covered my whole face and were hot and sweaty with a strong smell. So many people were having their way with me that I wanted to have my way with something. And apparently this has rapid fire become a huge kink for me. I would never say this out loud but this was heaven. The large soft soles, the round toes, the taste, the smell, the subjugation, I fucking loved it. Damn it, I’m a foot sub, I can accept that. I just want to feel them, taste them, rub them on my face. I ran my tongue up and down his soles, savoring their flavor and kissing the heels. I work my way all over the area before moving up to the toes and kissed them then sucked on each one. I tried to shove his foot in my mouth as deep as I could. His other foot caressed my face while I worked it in. I could feel my cock licking pre as I was getting lost in the moment of the foot worship. It was the most erotic thing I’ve ever done. At least to me it was. I was rock hard and throbbing but I still held the feet to my face pressing them in. I felt like I was smothering myself in them. I could feel myself building up. As I licked and rubbed all over them, I was turned on to level I never had been before. Just when I felt like it couldn’t get anymore hot. My cock shot it’s wad hard. I came hands free for the first time and it was all because of the huge erotic feet in my face. I came up from them and looked at them. They were clean and glistening from my slobber all over them. The guy they belong to looked pleased with my work. I was a little lightheaded. I must have really gone into it hard. I looked at my clock. I was at it for 45 minutes? Wow that’s longer then I thought. Harold sat up and his cock was pointing straight at me. I guess he wanted me to suck it. I might as well. It wouldn’t be the worst thing I’ve done with him. I opened my mouth and he shoved it in. It had a strong flavor but his ass and feet were stronger so this wasn’t so bad. I worked my mouth up and down on his shaft for a moment but Harold put his hands on the back of my head and pressed me into him. “Time to drink my piss.” He’s going to piss in my mouth?! As soon as he said that his cock erupted a hot flow of tangy piss in my mouth. I wasn’t ready for it and it burst out from my lips and rand down my chin a little. I didn’t want him pissing all over my room so I clamped my lips around his shaft and gulped down as fast as I could. It was my first time drinking piss from a guy, and I was struggling to swallow it all. My stomach was getting full and I needed air. His stream slowed and I was finally getting to the end of it. I sucked out the last few drops and pulled away to catch my breath. “Fuck I can’t believe I did that.” “I knew you’d love my piss. You’ll love everything I have to give you. Get on the bed and spread you ass for me. I wanna fuck.” He grabbed me and pulled me on the bed. I was on my back and Harold spread my legs and got between them. His cock was pointed at my ass and he was getting ready to shove it in. The large cock head pressed against my hole and his arms held my legs apart. “Not this again. Haven’t you had enough?” He jammed it in me and started fucking me like how he did in the bar. Rough and ravenous. It wasn’t the best form but the girth of his cock still stretched my ass wide and I was struggling to manage it even though I had been used by so many guys tonight as is. He was thicker then the rest. He let his body down and fucked me missionary. Wrapping his arms around my torso and shoving his huge tongue in my mouth as he fucked me. He was so big, my body felt like it was disappearing under him. Then I heard the door open. Vince came in the room. He was hard again and was doing something I couldn’t see. “Aw what a lovely couple. Don’t mind me love birds I was just bringing in some things.” Harold looked over to him, his thrusting in my ass never stopped. “Shove that cock in my ass. I want to shit your cum out in this boys mouth.” “No thanks Harold. I may have no standards. But even I wouldn’t go anywhere near your ass.” “He loved eating it earlier. Slurped me all up like a good boy.” “Ew really? Wow I really misjudged you Mark. You’re a braver man then I.” I couldn’t speak to defend myself. Harold’s fucking was so hard that I couldn’t form words. The two of them were having a casual conversation while I was getting jackhammered by Harold’s short fat cock. At some point Harold convinced Vince to let him suck his cock. He was sucking Vince while he fucked me. Vince got on the bed and his balls were slapping me in the face while he fucked Harold’s mouth. This was a threesome I never thought I would be a part of. But admittedly Harold’s fucking was feeling pretty good once my ass was used to his girthy cock. I tried to make the most out of the situation and I opened my mouth to suck on his balls. I got one of his massive plumb balls in my mouth and was gently sucking it. That did it for him. I felt his balls tremble in my mouth as Vince let out a grunt. He shot what I am sure was a huge load of thick cum in Harold’s mouth. He finished up and got up off the bed. His cock dribbling post cum on my forehead. Harold looked at me with his lips closed and his cheeks puffed. He hadn’t swallowed the cum and his mouth was full. He brought his face down on me again and pressed his thick juicy lips against mine and spat Vince’s cum in my mouth. He used his big tongue to push it all to the back of my throat, forcing me to swallow it all. Vince stood in the corner of the room watching Harold on top of me drilling away. Casually playing with his cock. He had my phone in his hand filming us. “Oh yeah. Here it comes. Im gonna shoot my sperm in you!” “Woo, shoot it Harold. Seed that slut.” Vince cheered. Harold kept holding me tight as his face contorted, working up to his orgasm. I didn’t bother with stopping him. His cock felt good and I figured I was already damaged goods so what was one more load? “Aargh!! Ahh!” Harold slammed into me and unloaded his balls. I felt him pulse several times. My sore tenderized ass could feel every spurt inject into me. He awkwardly looked me in the eye with every burst of cum. He wanted to see the look on my face as he emptied himself in my ass. When he was done he laid on top of me, his cock slipped out and I could feel his cum licking out of me. We laid there for a while covered in sweat and sex fluids. Despite it being Harold, the molesting creep from the bathroom, I managed to enjoy it. “Everything look in order Harold?” “Yeah that’s all of it. Thanks.“ I looked over and I saw two large suitcases in my room. What were those for? When did they get here? Harold got up and unzipped one of them. He pulled out some clothes and was arranging them in my dresser. “What are you doing?“ “Oh did I forget to mention Mark? Harold here is so smitten with you that I decided to let him move in with us. He will be sleeping with you in your room naturally.“ I got out of bed but I was too sore to stand up. I was on my hands and knees. “What? He can’t sleep in my room.“ Harold walked over to me and stepped on me. Pinning me to the ground. He moved his foot up to my face and was rubbing me with it. An erotic wave of carnal desire for his big beautiful foot washed over me again and I immediately got hard. “Be honest boy. Do you love my feet?” I didn’t want to answer but the horny side of my brain took over. “Yes.“ “Do you want to taste these feet every day?“ “Yes.“ “Then I will be staying here with you from now on. Hey Vince. Do you want one last go at his ass? He’s my property now but I will let you blow one last load in him.“ “Eh, fine. Might as well…” Vince got behind me and pointed his cock at my ass. He pushed in with little resistance and slid all the way down to the base. He got every inch in me in one go. It didn’t hurt so bad, I was getting used to it. I was getting used to a lot of things. He kept himself firmly planted in me as he watched me lick Harold’s feet. I was moaning as I stuck my tongue between his toes. “Mmmh, go ahead Vince. Fuck me. I don’t care. Demolish me with your fantastic horse cock.“ Instead of fucking me. Vince pulled his cock out. “Uh, nah. I’m good. I already shot plenty in him today. He’s clearly your toy now Harold. He’s no fun anymore.” I was only half paying attention to what he was saying. The foot domination was blanking out my mind. In that state I didn’t care about anything. All I wanted to do was be beneath them. And if Harold was going to live with me then so be it. If he wanted to tell people I was his boyfriend, fine whatever. I’ll lick his feet every day. I’ll let him fuck me, piss inside me, drink his piss, eat his ass. Anything he wants. I just want to be a foot slut for him. I will do anything for these feet.

Mark’s POV in the bathroom as a sweaty sloppy ass comes down on him. Sorry but I love drawing this guy

Christopher was really flying now. I positioned him on all fours so I could fuck him like a dog. He was loving every minute and every inch of my cock. We spent the rest of that day and well into the night with my cock inside him and my cum building up deep in his guts. With my bugs already flowing through his veins there was no doubt he was sure to be my poz son. As the sun began to peak through the blinds, Christopher began to come down from his high. I needed to get my ass ready and head to the office. We Christopher got in the shower with me and washed me down as the water hit us. I left him in my bed watching TV as I headed to work. The day dragged a bit as I was recovering from my party weekend. I kept thinking about the hot young boy I had waiting for me at home. My day was finally done and I arrived home to find my home well cleaned. Christopher was waiting for me with a nice meal cooking. He was wearing a pair of basketball shorts that accentuated is slim frame very well. He came over and greeted me with a kiss. He asked me how my day was and if I wanted a drink before dinner and brought me a rum and coke. I sat down and he removed my shoes as I enjoyed my drink. He told me that dinner would be ready in about a half an hour. That was just enough time for me to see if this boys mouth was a hot as his ass. He got between my legs, loosened my belt and pulled my thickening cock from its confines. He licked the hardening shaft as I ran my fingers through his long hair. He opened his mouth and engulfed my hard prick. This boy was damn good at sucking cock. He kept up a good rhythm and had no difficulty working my tool into his throat. I didn’t last that long with his mouth and throat working my cock. Before I knew it he was swallowing my load. He served dinner and cleaned up right after we were done. We cuddled up on the couch to watch TV. He placed his head right in my lap. I couldn’t resist and soon had my cock in his mouth. Before he knew it he was taking my cock inside his ass again followed by my poz seed. We fell asleep with my cock inside Christopher. He loved being my boy and I was loving being his dad.

Following the Cheating Boyfriend Lately, my boyfriend has been working late. In the past when he would work late, he would come home tired and grumpy, just worn out from a long day's work. But, in the past few weeks, when he's been out late, at work, he's come home horny and ready to jump into bed. Being the good boyfriend, I nearly always rim his tight hole to get it ready for my dick. A few nights ago, I got his ass in the air and went to town, working my tongue over his hole, and I thought it seemed looser than usual. I could stick my whole tongue in right away. My boyfriend groaned in approval, so I figured nothing was out of the ordinary. But then, when I stuck my tongue in again, I was sure I could taste the tartness of cum. We hadn't fucked in a few days, so I knew it couldn't have been mine. Perhaps I should have said something, but instead, I went to working a few fingers in, prying him open, and sure enough gobs of cum trickled out. I was so hard at the thought of eating someone else's cum out of his hole, I stuck my dick in, all the way in one thrust, using someone else's jizz as lube! Usually, my my boyfriend goes soft when I fuck him, but this time he was rock hard! I jerked him as I screwed his hole and I shot a massive wad all over his heaving chest. I managed to hold off a few seconds more and shot my load up his ass, adding my cum to whoever else's was already there. I licked him his cum and fingered his sloppy hole a bit, kissing him and pushing his wad into his mouth. He rolled over and fell asleep right away. I laid there for what seemed like an eternity, knowing something was up, and that someone else had fucked my boyfriend. Not just fucked him, but fucked him raw. Not just fucked him raw, but came in his unprotected bare hole. My boyfriend and I had fucked bare since we decided to be exclusive a few months before, but I guess all bets were off now. Strangely, I wasn't angry, I just wanted to be part of the decision for him, and maybe me too, to take cum from other guys. I decided to try to find out what was up the next time he told me he had to “work late.” I didn't have to wait long to put my plan into action. Just three days later, my boyfriend sent me a text message saying, 'LOOKS LIKE ANOTHER LONG NITE. C U AT HOME L8R.' I knew he usually got off work around 6, so I headed to his office at 5:45 or so, and snuck in to see him working at his desk. I noticed he kept watching the clock like he was nervous, or in a hurry or something. At the stroke of 6, he leapt him, pulled on his coat and headed for the door. I ducked behind a plant in the lobby, and followed him out. He walked quickly to the corner and ran down the steps to the subway. I had to run to catch up. Luckily, I managed to hop into the car just before the doors closed, and hid behind a tall guy. A few stops later, my boyfriend hopped off the train, and I followed. Up on the street, he made a few turns and ducked into a gay adult bookstore. There was a neon sign in the window saying “BUDDY BASEMENT.” I looked around the shop and didn't see him, so I went to the desk and asked the Attendant, a skinny guy with a pierced nose and some raunchy tattoos on his arms, “Did a cute guy about 6'-0”, with a motorcycle jacket just go to the basement?” He answered with a smirk, “Oh, him, yeah. Better hurry after him if you don't want sloppy seconds, er, thirds, or fourths! He's real popular around here.” My jaw dropped, but I paid the admission and headed down as my cock started getting hard. There was a dim musty locker room where a few guys were fooling around. Some were in their underwear, or jockstraps, but most were wrapped in a towel or naked. I shucked off my clothes, except for my jockstrap, and went out into the hall to see if I could find my boy. I wasn't sure what I would do when I did find him, but I knew it would be fun. The thought of walking in on him taking some stranger's raw load got me so hard. I peeked into a few cubicles and saw some nasty raw action, but no sign of my boy. I lingered a bit watching one cute skinny blond boy sit on two raw dicks in one room. Just then, I felt a hand caress my exposed cheeks. “Haven't seen you around here before,” said a sultry voice. I turned, half expecting it to be my boy, but it wasn't. It was a hot as hell hunk, late 20s, tall, blond spiky hair, ripped gym body, naked except for a small towel over his crotch. I could tell my the lump down there that he was well hung. “Wanna play?” he asked. “Fuck yeah.” I figured a little distraction wouldn't hurt things, and maybe some bareback sex would even the playing field a bit. Right there in the hall, I knelt down and pulled his towel off, revealing a think eight inch uncut cock. I swallowed it all in one gulp. He moaned, grabbing the back of my head and forced my mouth all the way down onto his cock. “You take raw loads, man?” “Well, I'm new at this, but I might if it was clean.” “Oh yeah. I'm clean. Took a shower before heading over.” I laughed at his corny joke as he stood me up and led me into a room. He didn't close the door, but kept it open a crack. I figured this stud must like an audience. “Get me wet, dude.” I lay down on my back on the bed, and he pulled my head off of the edge of the mattress. He started shoving his cock down my throat. I slobbered all over it, choking and gagging a bit. Just then, I heard the door creak and felt a hand on my ass. My top pulled my knees to my check, exposing my ass for the new stranger. I felt a tongue probing my hole, followed my a finger or two. “Is he primed and ready?” my top asked. “Ummmmmmmm...” was the only reply. My top pulled out of my throat and flipped me over so I was facing the wall. I guided his bare dick into my ass. He was slow at first, but picked up once I was accustomed to his girth. After a few thrusts, I could feel him bottoming out deep in my gut. I was moaning, almost whimpering as he fucked me. I knew I was going to take his cum now whether I wanted to or not. As he picked him his pace he grunted into my ear, “You gonna be a good boy and take my seed?” “Yeah.” “You gonna let me give you my babies?” “Fuck yeah.” “You gonna let me POZ THAT ASS!?!?!” What? I thought he said he was clean! He thrust forward, shooting his poisoned jizz as deep into my raw hole as it could go. I could feel one, two, three, four, then five spurts. I came without even touching my dick, shooting my wad all over the filthy bedspread beneath me. It was then that I heard a familiar voice. “So, you've met Andy.” I turned my head to see my boyfriend standing there, naked and hard. I was speechless. I'd just done what he had done, cheated and taken a raw load! But the load simmering in my gut was POZ! I could only imagine what he must have been thinking. “Don't worry about it. Andy started giving me his death seed when I discovered this place a few weeks ago.” So, my boyfriend had been taking POZ loads too! He leaned forward and kissed me hard on the mouth, rubbing his stubble into my face. When he pulled away, Andy was gone, but I knew it wouldn't be the last time he fucked me.

Part I. I don’t think I’m naïve, but how could I have been so stupid? I have avoided doing meth for decades now, and I have found that I can be piggy and a pretty no holds barred slut without it. But then one night last week I logged onto BBRT and looked at the party page. A hot Latin guy was having a party at a motel “Do you have a no cock, no hole, no load refused attitude? Then this party is for you”, the 20 or so other guests were a nice diverse range of men mostly in their 30s-50s, various body types (good since I’m just working with an average body these days myself) and among them only one other person who identified as “bottom”. Everyone else was either vers or top. Um sign me up! This was my kind of crowd. I sent a request and had an “invite” with the location information in short order. As the hour approached, I cleaned out, had an edible to make the evening a little more relaxed, took a shower and made sure my hole was squeaky clean and headed out. When I arrived at the motel room the Latin guy, Luis opened the door “Oh, you’re hotter than your photos” he says to me. “Thanks”, way to make me feel confident and at ease. A great group sex host! “Get in here and strip down in the bathroom, there are bags and a marker for your clothes and either get naked or wear a jock. I know you’re a bottom so you’re probably not going to be using your cock much tonight, so a jock would be hot, something to grab onto” He was really making me feel totally welcome as a pretty much exclusive bottom. I stepped into the entry hallway and slipped into the bathroom to get undressed. Two other men were in there already, a tall 40 something blonde who was just sticking his kind of massive cock into a cock ring and another Latin guy about my height but with really broad shoulders, a big chest and big juicy nipples. “Hey there sexy” the blonde said, “I love silver headed daddies, I’ll be looking for you out there’ as he slipped out of the room. I already came wearing my jock so I just pulled off my jeans, socks, shoes and tshirt while the Latin guy kind of stared at me like I was dinner. “Hey, I’m Jose, I think I saw you at Folsom sucking a big fat cock in the middle of the street” Busted, I just can’t resist when one is offered up, even if it is in front of a crowd of people with cell phones – it had been a small miracle that I had only seen a photo and no video of that moment online after the fair, “I remember you took that cock like a champ, he was fucking your face good” I blushed “Thanks, my mother always said to share my talents” and laughed a little. “Well you little slut, I’ll be looking for you out there, and I’ll feed you good” I was getting a little light headed at how happy this was making me. Now I in my jock and left the bathroom and wandered out into the party. It was a pretty big room, really actually a suite with a big central room with two queen sized beds a sofa, a table with 4 chairs, all in classic basic “motel chic” and pretty dated. A modern flat screen was playing a hot porn I had bever seen with an orgy of mixed men, all bareback, pretty rough with a bit of a piggy mood. The atmosphere of the video was carried into the room itself. At this point there were only about 8 guys, but they were all naked except for cockrings, one guy in a jock and a tall older guy, very muscley with graying hair and a mustached in leather chaps with what must have been a solid 8 inches hanging between his legs – not hard. They were all kind of chatting, having drinks and smoking joints, and a couple were playing with each others cocks, but nothing serious as far as play going down yet. I can be a bit shy when I don’t know anyone so I went over to the bar set up to get a drink. There was a guy there, a lean swimmer type build in his mid 50’s, with a big meaty looking uncut cock hangin between his legs (shit is anyone here even hung just average I wonder) mixing a drink in a solo cup. “Hi, I’m David, Luis’ partner, welcome to the party” “I’m Dale” I said shaking his hand. “Here, I just made this cocktail, why don’t you take it, you look a little nervous, this will help you relax” I take the drink and basically chug it. It wasn’t quite what I expected, not really alcohol. “Just some g and juice” he says” it’ll help you for the party” he leans over and whispers into my ear, his mustache tickling my ear. “You’re a sexy man, I read your profile you slut and I can’t wait to get you on your knees”. Oh my God, my head is already swimming a bit from the edible, and now this hot man’s words are melting me. “I can’t myself” I reply, trying to sound a tone or so more butch than I really am. Right about then about three new guys arrive and one of them, a cute early 40’s looking jock type very loudly says “Why the fuck isn’t anyone sucking dick yet”? Jose speaks up “Dale over there was internet famous choking on dick at Folsom this year, someone get that bitch on his knees” He’s coming off way more demanding , forceful and even a bit mean, not like the kind of nice guy I met in the bathroom. “Bring the slut the center of the room” another guy says as two guys basically grab my arms, twsting them behind my back a bit and steer me to the center of the room. A black guy laughs at me “Oh shit look at the skuts face, I can’t tell if that’s fear or the beginnings of rapture. I saw that vide and he was fully getting his face fucked” maybe there was a video. How had I missed that? I’m pushed down on my knees and 5 or so of the guys start to crowd in around me stroking increasingly growing cocks. “Here you go bitch, suck this for me, let’s get this party started” a gruff voice on a big burly type says and he basically shoves a fat cock in front of my mouth. These guys have no idea how much all this slut talk and abuse is turning me on, or maybe they do….

As I reached the top step and turned towards my top floor condo, a paper on my neighbors’ door caught my eye. I smiled as I read the eviction notice. For the past 18 plus months, the couple in condo 314 had made enemies of every tenant on the floor, not to mention anyone who met them in the laundry room, mail room or had the distinct bad luck of living below them. So it was no great shock that in the 36 hours I had been out of town on business, they had been booted for noise, delayed payment, suspicious activity, and about a dozen other violations of the co-op agreement. It wasn’t until a few days later, while I was collecting a package, that I discovered that management had reached the end of their patience when a maintenance man witnessed the female in the couple, brandishing a knife, chasing the half-naked male across the lawn in front of the rental office. It puzzled me as to why this tussle was different from the similar arguments I’d seen a handful of times, when they explained that the half-naked male was naked on his bottom half. My laughter continued all the way back to my stairway, only stopped by the image of a sweaty shirtless 6 foot tall teen hunk coming down and walking off towards a moving van. Taking the steps two at a time, I managed to position myself in a chair at the perfect angle out my living room window to watch as the shirtless guy and some equally hunky buds made their way to and from the truck, over and over again. Upon review, I could tell the first guy I’d witnessed was closer to 25 than 18, but only when his chest hair caught some sunlight, revealing a tattoo of a crucifix on his right pectoral. His small beer gut also hinted towards adulthood, as it was probably acquired from one too many frat parties, or perhaps a habit of drinking everyday after the whistle blew at some blue collar job. Otherwise his youthful smile, round cheeks and tight bubble butt would have had me convinced he was a freshman at the university up the road. Tempting as it was to offer a hand, a glass of lemonade or a ride on my 9 inches of thick circumcised cock meat, I knew I was better to watch from the shadows and collect jerk material for later. No reason I couldn’t enjoy a bowl though, as long as I didn’t light the torch where it would reveal my voyeuristic perch. Once the bowl was finished, the Tina kicked in, and I was aching to find some hot young ass to spew full of some chemmed-up seed, driving me to leave the window and move to my computer screen. The timing was probably perfect anyway, as the sun was setting quickly and I could hear the moving truck driving away no more than 15 minutes later. Less than an hour after that, I found a 19 year old bio major sucking white smoke from the business end of my pipe, while taking all nine inches into his sweet smooth ass. It was easy to get the curious college boys to come over once they saw the photos of my 6’3” tall frame, 46” chest, 15” arms, 32” waist and previously mentioned dick. This naive twink had originally begged me to go slow, use a condom, let him suck me off instead, yadda yadda yadda; but I just kept loading more shards into the pipe and stuffing more laced lube in his pooper until he was too fucked up to say anything other than “Fuck me! Faster! Harder!” I did as he commanded, blowing not one, not two, but three heavy loads into his innocent hole before kicking his ass to the curb a few hours after his arrival. His wide eyes kept looking into mine as I threw him his clothes, slid on some basketball shorts and told him to get the fuck out, shocked that I had so quickly transformed from a passionate cum-dispensing power top to cool-headed unconcerned asshole. I watched from my doorway as his head slid down the stairwell and out of sight, looking up just in time to see my new neighbor open the door and pull the same move on some equally innocent blonde bimbo. She ran down the steps in tears when she realized someone was watching her walk of shame. I had to admire my new neighbor’s nonchalant attitude towards her used pussy and I wondered briefly if she was running fast enough to pass my own discarded boy-toy. My neighbor might have had the same thought as he smiled too, making us both laugh, and step into the hall to introduce ourselves. “Hey man, nice to meet ya, I’m Pete.” I was elated that he was in fact, the same young stud I had first spotted downstairs, and he looked just as good the second time around, if not better. He smelled of axe body spray, cum, and lube; and was covered in a fine sheen of sweat as well as brown fuzzy hair on his head, chest and legs. Bright green eyes, a straight nose and boyish smile made him look like a 15-year-old from the neck up, but his work-built chest and arms, the black and red crucifix tattoo and a packed pair of white CK boxer-briefs made him all man from the neck down. My gaze lingered a second too long on the spot of precum forming at the head of his semi-hard dick, causing him to retreat into his apartment for a pair of shorts, inviting me to join him. He didn’t close the door to his bedroom as he stripped away the white fabric, connected to his dick by a string of semen. I had to tuck my own re-hardening cock into the waist of my jockstrap when he bent over to put on a pair of board shorts with nothing under them, granting me a glimpse of his tight fuzzy hole. As he turned to come back into the living room, I pretending to be checking out his balcony view before plopping unceremoniously on his couch. Another smile crossed my face when I realized the pillow I’d sat next to was hiding a pipe like my own, as well as a sack of goodies. His face went pale when he turned to sit too and noticed my discovery, and my raised eyebrow. The perverted asshole in me knew from the look of fear on his face that I could have blackmailed him into all sorts of dirty deeds at that moment, but I laughed, grabbed the lighter, and torched the bowl, taking a HUGE hit. He exhaled at the same time I did, relieved that he was not going to get evicted or have the cops called on him. “I wondered if you were a partier, especially when I heard you going to town on some pussy for hours. That’s why I called Sheila. My dick was so hard hearing your bitch scream I decided to torch up with my fuck buddy and see if I could compete!” He took a hit as big as mine, but coughed as it came out, obviously new to partying, but hoping to seem as cool as me. “Hate to burst your bubble Pete, but my pussy was a dude. Sweet little 19 year old fuck who thought he was coming over for romance and cuddling, before I raped him, that is,” I took another hit, while Peter went from wide-eyed to laughing. “Shit dude! That is fucking hilarious! Sheila, that blonde piece of trash with the cum running down her legs, was expecting the same thing, but I told her after my second load,” He bragged. “‘I smoked you out, and filled you up, what more do you want,’ and you should have seen how she pouted and bitched on her way out of here!” “I could tell dude! And if you’d been out two minutes earlier, you would have seen what’s-his-name leaking THREE of my loads while doing the same walk of shame,” both of us laughed at our shared experience of using a high bitch on a Saturday night. We passed the pipe around for a few hours and chatted about a bunch of shit, before he decided to call it a night, and I decided to call another unsuspecting jizz bag I’d met at a club. As I used the laced lube to pound a load into a medical student who was too high and mighty to smoke my favors, I thought about Peter, and wondered if he could hear the squeals coming from the blond gym bunny I was breeding. I only came out of my fantasy of Pete joining us and eventually becoming my steady cum-dumpster, when the drugged pre-med gym boy asked me to pull out before coming. Just for that I made sure to rape him especially hard when I pumped his ass full for the second time. His pupils were the size of his anus when I shoved him into the hallway, and I swear I heard my new neighbor chuckle when pre-med asked if we could do it again. For the next three months, life went on, with me splitting days at the office and the gym, and Pete splitting them between classes to get his business grad degree and working as a stock boy for best buy. We both lived for the weekends when almost every Saturday night we sat on his or my couch, rehashing our last twelve hours of fucking. Thank God Pete had grown up with a gay uncle and seemed totally unfazed by my talk of using the local college boys, and didn’t seem to mind that I got hard whenever he told me about his latest co-ed conquest. This also gave me a chance to find out all about him, discovering his background growing up with a single mother, working construction at 14 to make cash to buy a car and save up for school, putting himself through undergrad, and eventually discovering the joys of partying when he started dating a girl who dealt. It wasn’t until one night in fall that things began to change. Pete had been laid-off by the box store for a failed UA, which meant no money for drugs once his school bills, rent and expenses were paid. I was happy to provide a random bowl to the boy now and then, but we both realized he was too comfortable when he walked in on my dick balls deep in some ass. I would have been more upset but the interruption turned on the football stud I was fucking, causing his ass to tighten. My load shot in him right as Pete’s jaw dropped. Normally you’d think a straight guy would run for the hills, but football boy lit up the pipe and motioned for Pete to take a hit, which seemed to be all the invitation he needed to stick around and smoke. I knew some of Pete’s regular pussy had dried up when he could no longer afford Tina, but it had never occurred to me he might be so hard up as to try some dude ass. Sadly, I think the football stud was too butch, so Pete only stayed to smoke the rest of the bowl, before I went back to the ass at hand, and he went back to his apartment. The rest of my fuck session, the wheels were turning in my head, wondering how I could turn all these factors to my advantage. Once I kicked the linebacker out, Pete came over and apologized profusely, at which point I made it clear that I was not a dealer, and would no longer be loading bowls for him. I waited until he looked defeated before pretending to take pity on him by saying he could always still join me for a bowl when I was loading it for a hook-up. Sure enough, my plan worked like a charm. Although all the boys I hooked up with were muscular, I knew I’d need to find a smooth one, who was more on the swimmer’s build side if I was going to keep Pete from running away as soon as the pants came off. The next weekend I invited over a slightly effeminate teenager I’d met when he and some high school friends finished swimming at my gym’s pool When he arrived, I warned him that my “hot, straight neighbor” might be joining us for some partying before he got fucked. He said that was fine, since he wasn’t even sure he was in the mood to get fucked (yeah right), and was only looking to try partying. As soon as the smooth sweet boy crossed my threshold around lunchtime, Pete was knockin’ at my door. He seemed nervous with my young guest eyeing him, until the first hit crossed his lips, becoming loose and happy. Before the first bowl was through, the prudish teen was sliding his hand down my shorts and whispering how badly he needed to see my monster dick. I loaded fat bowl number two and asked Pete if he minded us getting started. His mouth wanted to say for us to stop, but the pipe in my hands made him say “no problem.” Pete tried to keep his eyes on the bi-bareback porn on my 55” plasma, and away from the slowly undressing teen boy only three feet away, but it was no use. I could tell he was enthralled when the boy slid off his jeans and briefs, uncovering a peaches and cream colored butt. I made sure to keep the boys ass facing Pete as he sank to his knees and unzipped my shorts. Usually nothing can distract me from the first moment a new boy takes my cock into his mouth, but instead I watched Pete’s shock while the teenager popped out my beast. I tried to be discrete while I watched Pete’s reaction to me getting an inexperienced blow/hand job, but his eyes were so locked into my big throbbing cock that fire works could have been going off and he’d never have noticed. I cleared my throat, making him jump, before my eyes motioned to the pipe he’d been holding, and not smoking ever since my cock appeared. He took a hit before shakily handing me the pipe. I shot gunned into the boy’s mouth before pushing his head back down onto my cock, and then slid my other hand down his back and worked a spit-covered digit three knuckles deep up his hole. He tried to cough up my cock and wriggle away from my second finger, but I just pushed his head down further. Pete’s hand was now down his pants, stroking what seemed to be a good seven or eight inch cock, as far as his carpenter’s jeans would reveal. Reaching to the side table, I grabbed my laced lube and slathered some over my fingers before returning to the teenage hole. It must have burned when the mix of tina, lube and my three fingers pierced his hole, but he stopped complaining once the stuff kicked in. I was in hog heaven, with a blond twink swallowing most of my prick, backing his ass up, trying to swallow my hand, while Pete seemed a second away from whipping out his cock and beating it right there. I needed to push him over the edge, so I got his attention and told him to load another bowl. While he grabbed my sack and loaded bowl number three, I pulled blondie to standing, kicked his legs apart and had him straddle my waist. He thought it was time to make out, but no way was I going to miss the show across the coffee table. I pulled the boys head to the side and chewed on his neck, while I lined my cock up to his hole. Pete took a gigantic hit and almost choked to death exhaling it, but never closed his eyes as my cock forced its way into the hole perched above it. The teen cried out and tried to back off of it, but I reached out and grabbed the pipe from Pete’s hand just in time to pass it to the boy, distracting him. Pete muttered something that sounded like “fuck yeah,” as the boy took a big hit and shot gunned it to me. Once the boy set down the pipe, I gripped both of his small hands behind his back in my right hand, grabbed him by the neck with my left and punched most of my cock into his ass. I covered his mouth with mine just in time to catch his scream, which was the deciding moment for Peter. In a flash, Pete’s jeans and boxer briefs were at his knees and his right hand began to pound away at a respectable 7 and a half inch cock. I pounded the teen’s ass in rhythm with Pete, as I took in the awesome sight. Shining with sweat like the rest of him, his hard on was not too thick, cut, with a slight bend in it, topped by a perfect fat head, surrounded by trimmed pubes, except for his big sagging balls, which he had shaved smooth. Pity, I thought, once I seduced and trained him, I’d make sure he didn’t trim so I’d have something to tug on when he is bad. I thought I could have been eternally satisfied just from this glancing moment of masturbation, until he hocked a loogey into his other hand, slicked it around his middle finger, and sank it up his hole, pounding it in and out in sync with me. I locked eyes with him briefly, and mouthed “one more finger,” and like a good hypnotized slave, he added another. His face tensed up and I worried momentarily that I’d pushed too far, too fast, until I recognized that face, and glanced down just in time to see a week’s worth of cum start shooting all over his chest, neck, chin and even a drop on his lips. His fingers popped from his hole making a squish sound, while his lungs worked over time to recover from his massive release. With sweat dripping from his brown hair all the way down his pecs and mingling with his cum load, he looked exactly as I’d pictured him, only real. One drop of sweat from his nose hit his lip next to the cum, and, without thinking, his tongue snaked out and lapped up both. Upon seeing him unknowingly swallow his sperm, my balls jumped, and I pushed the teen all the way down on my dick, having briefly forgot that he was not as slutty as the football stud or some of my other regulars. He cried out loudly as he hopped off my cock, turning around and revealing his hard on to Peter. As if the spell had been broken, Peter’s eyes focused on the boy’s 5 inch almost hairless penis and revealed panic. The teenager began to bitch about it hurting and needing a break as he took a hit and smiled at Peter, who was already dressed and using the boy’s tee shirt to wipe off his cum. Stammering about homework, Peter took one last horrified look before tossing the shirt back in the room and making his escape. “That was weird, where’d he have to go?” The twink’s question made me furious, mostly because I somehow blamed him for scaring Pete away. I threw the boy over my shoulder and carried him into my bedroom, tossing him on the bed. I told him to shut his eyes, and like a fool he did so, just long enough for me to handcuff him to the headboard. I fucked his hole for four hours, all while envisioning Pete’s cum shot. I’ve never used a new hole the way I used his that afternoon, but I didn’t regret a moment of it, even when he screamed so loud I had to back hand him or when he left in tears. (He called me two days later to see if I’d do it again, so I’m pretty sure he didn’t regret it either.) I was about to jump in the shower, when I heard a knock at my door. Oh great, I thought, blondie is back to cry some more. Nothing ever surprised me more or made me happier than finding a shirtless, smiling Pete. Part 2 “So is the blond bitch gone?” Pete said, walking past me into the living room, picking up my pipe and taking a hit. “Yeah, just kicked his ass out. Figured five loads was enough in one teenager today.” I snatched up my sack and offered to load a fresh bowl. “Five? Nice! Sorry I couldn’t stick around, just had to peace-out after that.” Pete said, watching me start the fresh bowl, and licking his lips, reminding me of the cum he’d eaten off of them earlier. “No worries, just figured you freaked getting off while I fucked a dude and you fingered yourself” I tried to gauge from his smoke intake whether or not this would send him back into the awkward guilty phase he’d been in earlier, but his smooth exhale revealed nothing. “Nah man, I’ve had plenty of fingers up my ass before.” This time I coughed, choking more on his words than my smoke. “HA! I figured that’d blow your mind man. I never told you cause I figured you’d try and pull some gay shit on me, but I’ve been fingering my ass since a friend showed me a book that mentioned it when I was 14, man! And you know there is nothing better than having some bitch fiddling with your hole when you cum in her twat…or, well I guess you don’t know. But seriously, I just got weirded out cause I forgot you were fucking a dude till right that second. I’m expecting him to turn around with tits and twat, and instead I get abs and cock, it threw me.” I laughed, and suddenly all was right in the world again. Pete began coming over whenever I had company, unless the guy wasn’t into partying or something, in which case I’d tell him I was busy and he’d wait for the dude to leave. Mostly, he’d smoke a bowl, and leave as the action got started or just ignore it until we moved to the bedroom and he’d disappear across the hall. Sometimes, if the guy was feminine enough or could really suck and ride my cock, Pete would stick around, although it took months for him to get comfortable enough to start jerking in front of me again. One Friday night a top buddy of mine and I went club hopping and brought back a sweet young freshman. Smooth from his eyebrows down for swim team, and only about 5’5”, he was begging to lose his innocence with his black curly hair, full lips, and crystal blue eyes. He kept the hair in a masculine style, and dressed very manly, but it did little to hide how pretty he was. Once we got him back, my buddy admitted to slipping some g in the boy’s drink, which explained why he had gone from uptight and against everything to care-free, and into anything. Soon enough he was stripped down, and putting on a thong with the superman logo on the crotch that he found in my underwear drawer. We immediately called him Superboy, which made him giggle and start in on some story, so we kept his mouth busy with the pipe and our cocks. Usually Pete was out trolling for tail on Fridays, but around 30 mins after we got home, I received a text from him, asking if he could stop by and smoke. I figured this wouldn’t be his scene, until I looked up and realized that, in his thong, superboy looked very fem, especially with my cock in his mouth, purring around my cock as my buddy ate his pink hairless hole. I texted okay. Two minutes later, after a slight pause when he realized I wasn’t alone, Peter was perched in an arm chair, hands in his ball shorts, growing a sizable puddle of precum and sucking at the pipe. My buddy tried to get him to join us when Superboy went to use the bathroom, at which point Pete explained he was only there to look, not touch. My buddy laughed and asked him if he wanted any G then. Pete looked stumped till I explained what it was. He probably would have answered no, but my buddy knew Pete’s type, and mentioned that the three of us has had double what we’d give him. Truthfully, between Superboy, my buddy and me, we had taken double the amount Peter would get, we just didn’t specify that most of it had been unknowingly taken by Superboy. Pete, true to form, replied "Okay, I'm sure I can handle a small dose." Superboy got back just in time to see Pete make a face as he swallowed a cap full of G. At this point I’d had enough of prepping Superboy’s ass, and decided it was ready for dick. Without removing his super thong, I pulled him into my lap, pushed aside the thong strap and shoved my lubed fingers into his hole. Luckily his mouth was full of my buddy, so he couldn’t scream if he wanted to. Working quickly from two to three to four digits, I whipped them all out, before replacing them with about eight inches of my cock. Superboy flailed and tried to escape, but my buddy would have none of it, holding his arms while I began to thrust up and down, in and out of the hairless pink hole. From Pete’s angle in the arm chair, I was sure it looked exactly the same as if two 30 year old straight guys were pounding a short-haired high school girl. The illusion was further perfected by Superboy’s nipples pointing straight out from our twists and pulls, not to mention the fact his small pecs could be interchangeable with a young girl’s breasts. I wondered if I could get Pete to join in if I’d had a bra or a wig on super boy, but was surprised to glance over and find Pete fully nude, fingers in his ass, pounding away on his dick. My buddy had his back to Pete, which was probably the only thing saving Pete’s ass from getting raped. This didn’t stop Superboy’s ass from a raping though, as I was now standing upright, pounding away at his hole, all the way in and out each time. My buddy couldn’t stand it, and decided to pull Superboy off his cock just long enough to flip him around. My moan of disappointment was matched only by Superboy’s whimper, until my buddy shoved his extremely fat 7 inch dick into his hole. Superboy babbled something unintelligible just long enough for me to tell him to shut up before I had my cock deep in his unwilling throat. My eyes dared not linger on Pete, since I didn’t know if I should draw any attention to his frantic, passionate hand job, but I could see enough to know he seemed frustrated that he hadn’t shot yet. He once told me he couldn’t cum when he’d tried weed and tina together, and I figured the gina/tina combo was having the same effect. This didn’t stop his dick from pouring buckets of precum out over his fist, to the point where he was scooping it up in his other hand and using it as anal lube, which gave my balls a tingle. Now the main reason I didn’t often join my buddy in threesomes was his stamina. When I party, I like to fuck for hours, sometimes even a whole day. He was more the type to get the hottest ass he could, and fuck it savagely till he dropped his load, then bail. And that’s precisely what happened. Instead of watching for warning signs and suggesting he pull out or take a break, I was trying to discreetly watch Pete while choking Superboy till he was red in the face. So when I heard my buddy yell ‘I’m gonna fuckin cum!’ I knew I was too late. Superboy pulled away just long enough to try mumble something. “Don’t in me, no cum, Don’t cum in me!” Too late I thought as my buddy’s fingers gripped tightly into Superboy’s hips. He was balls deep shooting a thick juicy load where no man had shot before. Superboy whimpered but I shoved him back on my cock as my buddy finished cumming and slowly pulled out. Pete was suddenly aware of how naked he was, and pulled his underwear up over his leaking dick. I groaned a little when I saw that unlike his usual CK boxer briefs, he was wearing a pair of silky tighty-whiteys. The material bulged conspicuously around his hard on, but didn’t let his precum seep through as I expected. “Well boys, I’ve lubed him up for you, so get some man hole while the getting’s good.” My buddy slid on his jacket as the final layer of clothing, picked up some Tina from the table, and pushed it deep into Superboy’s ass. He reached down to get the G, before noticing Pete, who still couldn’t keep his hands off of his brief-encased stiffy. “I’m gonna leave the Gina for you boys, just in case.” He winked at me as he said this, and headed out the door. I released Superboy from my dick finally, which allowed him to slip his button down shirt over his exposed shoulders, buttoning a single button near his pectoral muscles and was surprised that he still seemed eager to keep going. “Lets smoke another bowl, but can we do it in the bedroom? It’s not comfortable getting fucked standing up.” He smiled and grabbed my dick. Pete looked worried, since the bedroom was usually his cue to leave. “You’re welcome to join us for some more,” I said, indicating the pipe and baggy I was collecting for the journey. “I dunno, if you guys want your privacy-” Pete stood nervously, while still palming his hard on. “Not even a little bit man,” Superboy knelt and began dividing the remaining Tina on the coffee table into two lines. “I’m down for whatever, whoever, whemever, I mean whenever. Fuck this stuff has my head flying.” “You guys finish those lines and I’ll get us some drinks and we’ll all meet in the bedroom.” I walked into the kitchen with the Gina, Tina, pipe and torch, quickly mixing some rum and cokes, both Pete’s and Superboy’s with a little extra Gina. I looked out into the living room as I balanced all the goodies and drinks on a tray, and witnessed Superboy refusing to move to let Pete do his line. “if you want this line, you’ll have to come get it.” Pete moved in behind Superboy, laying his full front, woody and all, against Superboy’s ass and back. I heard Pete’s loud sniff, but watched as he continued to press his weight against the tight smooth buns below him. “I’m straight dude,” Pete said, almost too quietly for me to overhear. “That’s cool, just think of me as your high-school sweat heart until I’m done with this bump.” Superboy sniffed his line, while pulling one of Pete’s hands around him, under his shirt and onto his girlish nipple. They both swayed slightly as Superboy finished the line and leaned back till they were upright and moaning quietly. Pete’s other hand dropped between them and I wondered where it was headed until I heard Superboy’s moans. “Uhhhh, yeah, finger my pussy.” Superboy and Pete held that position for a minute, making my dick throb and produce a nice thick drop of semen, which I caught in Pete’s glass before it could sag to the counter. Superboy’s hands were now working their way behind him, probably all over Pete’s cock. Finally I coughed and walked with the tray and goodies into the bedroom. As if they’d been caught robbing a bank, both boys shot to standing and began to walk in behind me, although Pete’s hand remained between Superboy’s cheeks. “Pete, can you grab the torch from in there when you come,” I said, causing Pete to finally pull out his cummy finger, and turn around, searching for a torch he wouldn’t find. Superboy joined me in the bedroom, and, as planned, I took this moment to push my plans further. “You are so fucking sexy, you are making me so hard, and I really want to see my friend Pete fuck you, would you like that?” I whispered into his ear while undoing his shirt button, and tying the shirt tales into a loose knot. This gave a hint of shadow on Superboy’s chest, which looked more and more like ladies cleavage, especially with his hard nips poking out under the material. "Fuck yes," he replied, "but he said he was straight,” whispered Superboy as I ran my fingers through his curls, making a few ringlets fall over his brow. “Don’t worry about that, just make sure you don’t hold back on screams and moans when I’m fucking you. And if you get the chance, suck his dick, but don’t let him cum, okay?” He nodded okay and climbed onto the big bed, taking the pipe and hitting it. “Oh here it is Pete, never mind.” I shouted to him, while putting in a bi porn on the 48” tv in my room, one which featured two bigger dudes fucking a slim, smooth teenage girl who looked similar to Superboy (except for Superboy’s thong-covered Tina dick). Pete came in right as the film started, stroking his cock through his tight briefs. I handed Pete the pipe and his drink, and then slid onto the bed between Superboy’s legs. I began kissing his sweet chest and pulled the shirt aside just enough to suck on one nipple. Superboy moaned, ignoring the pipe Pete was trying to hand to him. I grabbed it instead and shot gunned a huge hit to Superboy. “Why do you do that?” I looked at Peter when he asked the question? He was sitting on the bed next to me and Superboy, stroking his hard on and fingering his tight hole. I shoved a few fingers in Superboy’s ass and handed him the pipe while I answered. “It is like getting a second hit. You inhale what the other person exhales and get twice as high.” Peter looked skeptical. “If you wanna try it and see, take a shot gun from Superboy here.” Superboy was about to light up, giggled at his nickname, and smiled at Pete. Pete, looking conflicted, downed most of his rum and coke (and g) and nodded in agreement. He leaned down to Superboy’s soft lips and took the shot gun. His lips floated a half inch from Superboy’s, until I “accidentally” pushed his head down so they kissed while it happened. Pete didn’t stop kissing Superboy as he re-exhaled the smoked from his nose. Meanwhile, I had slipped Superboy’s legs over my shoulders, and began to fuck his ass. I pulled Superboy to the end of the bed with my dick still in his ass, breaking his kiss with Pete. Flipping Superboy on this stomach, with my dick still in him, I began fucking him harder while taking a big hit. To my shock, Pete sat up, finished his drink, and leaned in to shot gun with me. This time, he went in fully and our lips met as I exhaled into his sucking mouth. He exhaled back into mine while I held his head close and continued to make out with him. At this angle, Pete’s dick was close enough to Superboy’s mouth, that he easily began to suck his dick. Pete moaned as we continued to kiss, and I played with his nipples and chest hair while I fucked Superboy’s ass. Pete reached behind himself and began to finger his hole with three fingers, which gave Superboy an idea. He grabbed my hand that was on Pete’s chest, put it on Pete’s cock, and then slid his head beneath Pete’s open legs and began rimming and fingering his hole, all of which I could see in the dresser mirror behind them. This was far too hot for me, and suddenly I could feel my load surging into my urethra and out into Superboy’s ass. “Fuck I’m cumming inside him,” I said, pulling away from the kiss. Pete’s eyes widened as he looked down and grabbed my balls, feeling them pulse into Superboy’s ass. His hand on my nether regions made me cum even harder, and I pulled him back into a kiss as I stroked his cock. Finally his squeezing and Superboy’s ass was too much, so I pulled out and excused my self into the bathroom. Splashing cold water on my face, I could hear rearranging in the bedroom and I was afraid Pete might be trying to leave. I peeked-out the door and smirked as I saw Superboy forcing Pete onto his back, straddling his hard cock, and sinking it into his hole. “No, I’m straight man, we can’t do…” He trailed off, the G obviously impairing his thought process. His hips involuntarily began thrusting up into Superboy, and I walked out to join them. Pete was so high he barely noticed me taking a few big hits off the pipe in a row and shot gunning them into his mouth. He repeatedly sucked on my tongue and made out with me after each hit, becoming more and more open to my ministrations. I moved down between his legs and inserted a large crystal as far up his ass as my fingers could go, happy to see that his butt was thoroughly cleaned out, probably from his Friday night ritual of fuck prep, in case some girl fingered him. I worked my thick fingers into his hole while Superboy worked his ass up and down over the hard on. The frustration was beginning to show on Pete’s face when four of my fingers were inside him and he was still no closer to cumming. Time for the pièce de résistance in my brilliant plan. Earlier in the evening Superboy said he had an early swim practice the next morning and absolutely had to leave by 3:00 A.M. I pulled out of Pete’s ass and walked into the living room and began to collect Superboy’s clothes into a neat pile by the bathroom door, while writing a text. Returning to the bedroom, I pulled my strategically placed briefs off my clock radio, revealing that it was almost 4:00. “Hey boy, didn’t you need to leave by 4:00?” I reminded Superboy while taking a big hit and shot-gunning it into Pete’s mouth. “Fuck it. I’ll sleep when I’m dead.” Reluctantly I pulled away from Pete’s sweet lips. The little shit was going to ruin my plan. “Are you sure? I texted my buddy and he said he’d be happy to come back and give you a ride to the dorms, he lives only a few minutes away, so he should be here any minute.” The idea he might get a free ride seemed to pause his drug-filled mind. Right on time my doorbell rang, and sure enough, it was my buddy. Just like I figured, he’d had enough time away to get hard again, and seeing Pete fuck Superboy had him naked in no time. Superboy screamed a little as my buddy’s cock slid in to Superboy’s ass next to Pete’s cock, but it only took a moment for him to get used to it before he begged for more. I knew he’d be sore and ripped apart tomorrow, but if anything that only made me happier, especially seeing how hard his previously tiny cock had gotten. I focused all my attention on my buddy for the next five minutes, rimming his hole and pinching his nips. Finally he grunted and began to shoot into Superboy again, fucking him so hard he fell forward, and Pete’s cock slipped out into the cool air. Superboy kissed Pete and jerked his own cock, before spewing a small load onto Pete’s belly, which hardly fazed Peter. My buddy, as habit would predict, was ready to go. It was a good thing Superboy’s clothes were neatly stacked, otherwise he wouldn’t have been dressed in time to get the ride I promised. Before Pete could even sit up, Superboy and my Buddy were gone, supposedly to drop him off, but more likely ending up with Superboy chained to my buddy’s headboard for another load. Pete groggily sat up and sucked at the pipe I was lighting for him, eagerly exhaling into my mouth before kissing me deeply. “Damn man, I rurly wunted to cum in thet cunt, but my dick wudn’t shooooot.” Pete was the perfect mix of high and g-drunk, stroking his cock and fingering his hole as best he could in that state. “Well I might be able to get you off if you’ll let me try something Pete.” I said, before taking another hit and shot gunning it into his mouth. He wrapped an arm around my neck causing our chests to rub together. Giving in, I rolled around with him on the bed for a few moments, before repeating my offer. “Hmmm? Zure, goferit.” Pete said before kissing me again. He seemed to be really into making out now. He’d told me once it was his favorite thing to do when he was drunk and about to fuck some girl, and although I usually didn’t enjoy it very much, I was hard as a rock knowing I was one of two guys who had kissed him, and would be the first to make him cum while doing it. He whined a little as I pushed him back onto the bed, and spread his legs. I easily worked four fingers into his hole, and every time I pressed one against his prostate, it elicited a moan and some precum, which I used to lube my cock. Neither his dick or mine had ever been as large as they were now, at least to my knowledge, so I prayed I wouldn’t have to work too hard to force my fat dick inside him. Luckily, the booty bump I’d given him, combined with his g-state worked like a charm. “Oh fuck.” Was all he could mutter while I slid my entire cock, inch by inch, into his tiny hole, his knees bent over my forearms. His eyes were screwed shut, but he didn’t seem to be in any pain that I could see. His cock throbbed and leaked more precum than before, and I only paused for a quick hit and shot gun before beginning my assault. He clawed at my shoulders and made out with me like a starving whore while I worked my way from sweet gentle love making to hardcore ass breeding. I wouldn’t allow his hands near his cock, since I could feel his prostate pulsing with each thrust. Sweat began to pour off of me in buckets as I pounded away, covering us both in a sweet smelling sheen. “Open your eyes Peter, and look at the cum dump you’ve become.” I sat up, hooked Pete’s ankles over my shoulders and began my nastiest, rough fuck while Pete’s eyes locked onto my root disappearing under his balls with each stroke. He looked away, presumably in shock or disgust, only to catch a better view in the dresser mirror. “Oh fuck, yer all thuh way in.” He slurred, reaching up and jacking his dick. I glanced up and witnessed the same thing, and knew it would only take a moment for my balls to empty. Silently, I prayed I’d get him off too, but honestly, I was getting mine in the ass I’d coveted for months, so what did I care? So I sped up, and lifted my self further onto him , so he was now bent in half, getting fucked deeper than almost any boy in the bed before him, and jerking his cock only a few inches from his own mouth. “Oh shit, Erm Comma!” His indiscernible moaning meant little to me, until I felt his hole spasm, and looked down in time to catch one, two, three…in total eight streams of white jizz paint his pecs, neck, chin, lips and tongue. This started my own orgasm and I barely remained conscious while pumping my biggest (at least it felt like my biggest) load ever into his previously virgin hole. I collapsed next to him, with his legs splayed awkwardly, one under me, the other on my legs. Smiling, Peter licked the cum from his lips, and I quickly scooped more up, rubbing it on my own face. He leaned in and we made out some more, while I made him suck up every drop of cum he’d spilled. “Derit agen.” He said, half asleep a few minutes after we’d stopped kissing, now spooned with my hard on against his ass. “Excuse me jizzrag, did you say something?” I said, while jerking his dick back to hardness. His eyes lazily opened, he grabbed my cock, and sloppily tried to insert it back into his hole. “Do it Uhgen. Pleeeeeez.” Aha, do it again please. I smirked, lined up my dick with his hole and forced it back in. He whimpered and tried to roll out from under me, possibly regretting this request, but I was going to “derit agen” now, one way or another. I rolled on top of him and used his hole some more, first doggie style, then on his stomach, and finally with him bent over the side of the bed. I came twice more inside him before rolling him on to the bed and discovering a small jizz slick where he’d cum from rubbing against the bedspread while I pounded his pussy. I made him lick it up, and upon seeing his ass in the air and tongue slurping up his load, I couldn’t help fucking him full of a fourth final load as the sun rose outside my window. I smoked another bowl with him while trying to understand what he was mumbling about. “Thet wuz duh best fuck ever bruh.” He was sober enough now to stand and slide his briefs back on, before stumbling out to the living room to find the rest of his clothes. “Best ever huh? You think you want to try it again?” I said, shot gunning more smoke into his mouth. Now he pulled away once the smoke had cleared from his mouth, telling me he was aware enough to avoid kissing. “Yez, I wanna cum in that lul smooth super guy necks time ok?” He was fully dressed now, and taking a hit. I turned his mouth towards me for a shot gun, but he turned away and exhaled. The spell was broken. “I needs to get sum sleep, k? See ya lates.” He stumbled across the hall into his apartment, which he’s apparently left unlocked for the whole time. I was too wired to sleep, so instead I went into my bedroom and pulled a remote from behind the headboard. A few buttons pushed, and suddenly I was watching the view from my hidden camera, beginning when Superboy came into the bedroom. I laid back and began to jerk, loaded another bowl, and puffed while chatting with some cum-sluts online until I passed out around 9am. Chapter 3 I woke up around 1pm, blinded by the sunlight coming in my bathroom window. I got up and took a piss, showered and ate some food before I realized my tv was on and still showing the fucking from the night before. So it really had happened, I thought, when I watched as I fucked Pete’s ass for the fourth time before he got dressed and left. I rewound until right before the first time I entered his hole, and zoomed in on his hole. Thank god I’d fucked him at the angle I did that first time, because I had an almost perfect shot of his tight ass as I slid inside him. My cock jumped and some precum shot out into my jockstrap under my shorts. Suddenly it occurred to me that this video might be the only thing I’d have left of my friendship with Pete, and that was okay. I knew I’d seeded his ass and there’d be no way he could forget it with how much cum he’d be leaking today. Plus, if he decided to cry rape, I’d show him the video where he asked for it numerous times and smoked illegal substances, and I’d be off scott free. Still, the semi-decent human being inside me made wonder if he’d be okay, so I went across the hall to check. I knocked lightly, in case he was asleep, but the still unlocked door swung open slightly. Good sign he’s still passed out or unaware of what happened, I thought, until I heard moaning coming from his bedroom. Quietly I walked to his bedroom door, and peered inside. My dick jumped again when I saw Pete laying on his mattress on the floor, jerking his dick as hard as he could, with something resembling a cucumber going in and out of his ass. Another dick jump occurred when I looked at his laptop screen and saw the video he was watching: a young guy, much like Pete, balls deep in a tranny, while a 30-something body builder, somewhat like me, was balls deep in the young guy. Right as the body builder pulled out and shot on the young guys hole, before shoving his cock back in, Pete started to moan and use both hands to pound away at his dick. Nothing happened, to my disappointment, and Pete’s too. “FUCK, FUCK, FUCK, why can’t I fucking cum now?!?!?” He tossed the laptop on to the bed next to him and stormed across the room to his desk chair, sitting down and forcing the cucumber all the way in. He continued to pound his pud and moan for a few more minutes before his moans turned into words. “Damn it fuck my pussy-ass you son of a bitch, cum up my cunt so I can cum.” I had heard enough. Tip-toeing back to the front door, I knocked loudly before banging it open. “Hello, Pete? It’s me man, you left your door open.” I loudly walked towards his bedroom, as I heard him scramble to catch the door before I got there. “Pete? You okay man?” “Don’t come in here man! I’m, uh, I’m not dressed.” The door slammed and a lock clicked into place. I smiled and sat down, imagining him sliding the cucumber out and hiding it, along with his laptop, hunting for shorts, sweating bullets that I was this close to catching him begging for me or some imaginary faggot to breed his hole. He emerged a few minutes later to find me shirtless, smoking a fresh bowl and watching his TV. “Sup Pete? Thought you might need a bowl after all the shit that went down last night?” I smiled and handed him the bowl, which he reluctantly took. I was obvious in checking out his stiff dick through his shorts, before winking at him. He blushed and took a huge rip off the pipe. “About last night –” He inhaled again, but I moved in quickly and forced him to shot gun it into my mouth, while I palmed his dick. He froze, moaning, and puffing back into my mouth before coming to his senses and pushing me off. “Stop it dude! I wanted to tell you, last night was a mistake man. I don’t know what I was thinking, but it can’t happen again, you get me?” “That’s bullshit and you know it Pete,” I said while sliding my hand up his shorts and teasing his asshole with my finger. “You enjoyed that shit as much as anyone else there, hell you begged for me to fuck you more. So be a fucking man and at least admit you wanted it. Otherwise your slutty ass can find a new sugar daddy to support your partying.” He sat, silent and stunned while I continued to finger his hole. I held the pipe out with my other hand, offering him the opportunity to admit he wanted more of the Tina and my cock without needing to say it. Torn, he closed his eyes and reached out. Smiling, I handed him the bowl, and slid off his shorts while he took another hit. So almost nine months after we first met, bonding over our shared experiences of filling slutty holes with our cum loads, here we were. Me, reaffirmed as the best fucker in the building. Him, torn down and transformed into a cum-loving cunt, happiest when getting high and used as a cum dumpster. The rest of that day I spent using his holes all over that apartment, and by nightfall, he was finally learning how to deep-throat and take my cock balls deep without complaining. He avoided me for a couple weeks while his hole healed up, but soon enough he was spending every other night bouncing on my rod. Eventually I began letting him join me in fucking some of my regulars and even showed him how to pick up dudes in bars and online. He’d invite over some of his exes or some bitch from work or school, and fuck her till she was sore, but I had him trained well, so he’d only cum with me inside him. Once the year was up, he cancelled his lease and moved into my second bedroom, only spending time in there to study, change clothes, and sleep one off. The rest of the time we were in my room, building our reputation as the hottest top couple in the area. Every time some new college boy comes over, we use him till he needs crutches, kick him to the curb, and spend the rest of the night with my cock in his ass. I might grow tired of him at some point, but he recently introduced me to our new neighbor, a law student who’s fiancé lives across the country and doesn’t know how much he’s begun to enjoy partying and watching porn with the dudes across the hall. Tonight he’ll be joining us and Superboy for some Tina, porn and drinks. Pete told him to clean up and out in case we find some bitch to fuck who likes to eat ass. Lawyer boy loves that idea. I hope he loves getting bred too…

Thats a great sloppy fuckhole 😈

Chapter 3. First discovery Bugdom, 2050 Boy's perspective "Do what I say or I'll lock you into the cage", this was what dad always told me whenever I protested for something; no idea whether or not "the cage" existed but latest couple years I started putting everything together: early in the morning I've always heard metal wheels moving from the forbidden room, just next to our balcony and, overall, a terrible smell came from there. "I'm just throwing rubbish away", mom explained although she never let me take a look at the bucket she was pulling. The stink made me assume they were animal body discards, so, where was the beast? Our house had no pets. "Sooner or later I'll discover", I promised myself, without ever having the chance to watch further. My 18th birthday morning wasn't different, except for my parents moving around the house fully naked! I had no longer need to secretly spy on them, their bodies on full display and I was the only to feel uncomfortable about my nudity. "Take your pill and then I'll shave you", my father commanded but my eyes were all for mom. She's always been a shy lady, very serious with no interest for appearance I could never guess she was tattooed! I grabbed my tea cup with a hand, the pill with the other but before swallowing it as I've done everyday, I asked what it was, no longer believing the story of vitamins I bought for my whole childhood. "You're an adult and have to know it all now. It's called Prep", mom replied ignoring dad's blaming gaze. "It's a pre-exposure treatment." "Exposure to radiations I guess", was my answer; I heard from dad about a devastating nuclear conflict years before I existed, and all I knew about radiations was they persisted for decades and were dangerous. Mom shook her head "no" but dad firmly talked in her place: "yeah, radioactive air and people. You must take this pill or your life is in danger! Trust your father! Or..." He opened a drawer from a cabinet next to him and extracted a set of keys, shaking them in front of my face. "The cage", I said again and he closed the keys in their place once again. He didn't take his gaze off me until I took my daily pill and, as soon as mom took her usual mysterious bucket from the balcony, I finally asked: "dad, you know what mom's tattoos mean?" "My little horny boy", he smiled. Every trace of anger faded away. "Good tastes you're developing. Sharon's breasts are..." "Scary", I interrupted him, "why scorpions? Two scorpions with a tail, stinger pointing down... Milk comes from that source, right?" "Toxic milk", he patted on my head while talking and I felt sorry for the first time. "Mom is a radiation victim I suppose, and she wants to witness it to the world"... He grinned mischievously to me, his lips too close to my ears; "now come little boy, I need to get you ready". Hand in hand, we reached the bathroom and my father locked the door. It was clear the room had been cleaned but it wasn't possible mom did such an accurate job, someone else might be there I had understood it and did not dare asking. Dad invited me to watch myself at the mirror: I was a young, tall, hairy man. Or at least I considered myself a man, inevitable to compare myself to dad. "Say goodbye to your fake manhood", he commanded; "this fur doesn't belong here." Without talking any more, his strong hot hands began massaging me and I suddenly began feeling the sensation I experienced during the night. "Oh", dad gasped, "I think we're going to have a proper goodbye!" To my surprise, he placed the electric razor over a shelf without even turning it on and knelt down in front of me. "It's time to explain you how this should work", he smiled taking my organ in hand. No one told me what it was meant for, I only knew some kinds of fluid came down from there and I wondered why the yellow had to be discarded while the white was precious. "Unlucky boy", he looked at me sadly; "I wish you could grow up in a better world without all these limits..." "I have limits", I almost cried; "and don't know why." "Me and mom are protons, boy, you're an electron! I can't tell you further at the moment." I stayed in silence for a while, hearing steps outside; mom was talking to someone... were they a boy, a girl, since when have we had servants? I pretended nothing and tried to focus on dad's hand, gripping my organ firmly. "I'd like to become a proton like you, if this overcomes limits", I talked nonchalantly while his face was coming closer and closer to mine. "Step by step, Eli. Being converted to proton is a huge responsibility and you're not ready yet." [to be continued]

Very well said @TaKinGDeePanal. Those four words just say it all... And on just one lone subject too! The following I am able to say from the last few years of learning (a whole lot of research) as a result of the veil being lifted as it were (seeing clearly for the first time ever in my half a century of life having been living in a fluoridated haze) and slowly peeling back the layers of hundreds of years (if not longer) of deceit. Still so much more to learn too. Legislation, Acts and Statutes (that use legalese language) require our “Consent” to have the Force of Law. Government is a creation of man. And a creation of man can never be above man! All Acts and Statutes are NOT law ---> They are only given the force of law if we the living Man/Woman consent. Legalese language is in line with Maritime/Admiralty Law which treats a living Man/Woman as a corporation even though we are clearly living men and women. When you see your ''given'' name all in CAPS and/or with a title (Mr for example) that is a corporation/your strawman (legal fiction) which is being addressed, not you the living Man/Woman. In simple term there is two of everyone, the living Man/Woman, and then their strawman come legal fiction (dead entity lost at sea) *birth certificate* Politics and Politicians come under the umbrella of Maritime/Admiralty Law which flies in the face of Common/Natural Law which is why humanity is where it is today... Divided and broken! Intentional? 🤔 Personally, I think so. As for DEI, never heard of that acronym until seeing this post yesterday (way too tired via sleep deprivation to give a response), and now seen it today on YouTube too. Need to look into it more. As for men and women being split up (segregated) into smaller groups based upon race, sex, sexuality, disability, it's all very divisive, isn't it - Labels I do not care for. We are who we are, no definition required. Maybe that has been the aim all this time, eh. Would make perfect sense considering we are not even governed anymore, are we, if we ever were, no, we are on a worldwide basis ruled instead by invisible unelected tyrants who hate our guts and who use puppets (politicians) to distract us with noise and chaos! We live in a voluntary slave based society via deception (Maritime/Admiralty Law) within a fictitious debt system (promissory note - pay the bearer on demand) - Give me Gold and Silver anytime over that worthless paper crap. There is a great talk on YouTube touching upon the Occult Art of Law - Truly fascinating. More than happy to share the link if anyone so desires to see it. Anarchy: ''the organization of society on the basis of voluntary cooperation, without political institutions or hierarchical government'' [ Google ] Time for humanity to UNITE!

and The sense I'm getting from your posts about this - and please, correct me if I'm wrong - is that the only people who should be helped by DEI programs are Black people. I'm not going to pretend that other discriminated-against groups faced the intensity of the discrimination that Black people have in this country. But the reason we have (or had, at any rate) DEI programs was to approach discrimination holistically: to help everyone that the traditional power structure (overwhelmingly straight, white, Anglo-European, male, Christian) had discriminated against. That includes not just Black people (who, again, definitely had it worst), but also women (including white women), LGBT people (including white ones), Hispanic/Latino/Asian people (including many who identify as white) and non-Christians (including white-identifying Jews, Muslims, and other faiths, as well as those of no faith at all). Diversity doesn't just mean a larger number of Blacks among Whites. It also means diversity of gender, diversity of ethnic origin, diversity of faith, diversity of sexual orientation, and so forth. Now, we can argue how much of a DEI program should be focused on, say, Muslim students vs. Black students, and (again) in a nation where the worst discrimination for centuries was faced by Black people (most descended from people who were forcibly brought here), perhaps that's where the biggest effort should be made. But that's a determination to be made by the institution with the DEI policy and program, taking into account the experiences of all they seek to help.

Juan once again found himself fucking Sara. After he finished. “I love Jane. “ “But her wanting to wait until we’re married is ridiculous.” “I know” Sara said sitting up still naked and playing with Juan’s cock. “Billy is the same way as Jane.” Billy was Sara’s boyfriend. His father. The pastor of the church in town. Billy at 5’11 blonde hair blue eyes. Was the boy next door. And was also Juan’s best friend. Sara, picks up her phone and sees a text from Billy. He’ll be over an a half an hour. Juan gets dress and leaves. A few days later. Kane is tutoring Juan. “You’re doing great Juan.” “You’re going to pass with flying colors and graduate.” “I also I put you in for a scholarship.” “Thank you sir.” Juan said. “I have a favor to ask of you.” Kane said. “I’m taking the boys camping next weekend.” Leaving Friday afternoon and coming home on Monday afternoon.” Would you stay with my wife.” “Mrs. Kane doesn’t like being alone.” “Yes. I’ll do it.” Juan said. The weekend came and Friday afternoon Kane and the kids had left before Juan arrived. Susan helped Juan with his math. They had dinner together and watched a horror movie that made Susan jumped. Not being able to sleep, Susan had some warm milk. Decided to check on Juan. Was startled to see him sleeping in just his underwear. “I’m sorry.” “I didn’t mean to wake you.” She said. “I couldn’t sleep.” “I shouldn’t have bothered you.” While not being able to take her eyes off his body and bulge. Juan of course noticed her staring at him. Decided that he would get her into bed. Saturday night came and Juan prepared dinner for them. Got a bottle of wine to make the seduction easier. They made small talk. She found herself touching and holding his hand. Susan reached in to kiss Juan on the cheek. But he moved that their lips would meet. Kissing her long and passionately. “Juan, this is wrong.” “You are in high school, getting ready to graduate.” “Susan” Juan said “Do you want me?” “I know I want you.” Juan started to rub her leg. Slowly sliding his hand underneath her dress. He lifted her dress then took off her panties. He studied her pussy. She trimmed her vagina. It was a tight one. Susan took off her dress. Wearing only just her bra. “Take it off.” “I want to see all of you.” Juan ordered. She stood up completely naked in front of a high school student. “Come here.” Juan said to her. She walked over to him. He took her hand and placed it on his dick. She unbutton his pants. He was hard. The tip of his dick was showing above his underwear. She pulled them off. He took off his shirt. “Suck my cock.” He told her. She went down on her knees and took his hard dick into her mouth. “Hnmmm” he said. Finally he lifted her up and kissed her hard. She led him into her bedroom. He sucked her breasts. Playing with her nipples. Then ate out her pussy. She moaned in pleasure. He then slowly put his finger inside her pussy. He then put three fingers in. Her once tight pussy was loose. Juan forgot the condoms. Due to the excitement of fucking a lonely housewife and being really intoxicated. She spread her legs. He slowly put the tip in. He then put it in slowly. Letting it sit for a moment. Then he started going in and out realizing he wasn’t wearing a condom. Susan said. “Please don’t cum in me.” “Sure” Juan said with a grin. “Fuck” Juan shouted in pleasure. Susan finally had what she had been wanting. An organism. Juan shouted. “Shit.” “I’m cumming!” Shooting his load deep into the very married woman. He kept his dick inside her for ten minutes after that. When he pulled out some of his cum was on her pussy. They continued having sex together throughout the night. What they didn’t expect was Kane coming home early and catching them in bed. ”Susan!” “Juan!” What the hell?” Kane shouted. “Susan how could you betray our wedding vows?” “Juan is an innocent young man.” Juan got up got dressed and left. Susan and Kane had it out. It took time. But Susan and Kane worked out their problems. Susan even gave birth to another baby boy. Which was Juan’s. In the end Kane couldn’t give Susan what she wanted. But Juan could. He would watch his wife with Juan have sex. Billy and Sara broke up. And Jane decided to live a sex free life. Juan knew the baby was his. But he decided that Susan and Kane should raise him. He would continue to fuck her which made all three of them happy

****3**** It woke up a couple of hours later in a soft, warm, comfortable bed. It took a few seconds for it to remember what it had submitted to and what had been done to it. A sharp pain soon reminded it. It remembered the intense pain as his testicles and scrotum were severed from his body. The sound of them landing in the metal tray. He could also feel the result of the assault on his arse. He put his hand down to his crutch where once his balls had lived. There was a thick padded dressing under his cock. Thankfully his cock was still attached to him. His hand moved to his arse. His hole felt still slightly open and he was able to insert two fingers without having to stretch his sphincter. It wondered if it would ever return to normal. The Master sat in his armchair. Now showered and fully clothed he was very happy with how the boy had submitted and the results of his emasculation. He hoped that his insemination of the boy would be successful. He couldn't see how it would not. He had procreated with at least three other men who were now permanently carrying his babies and they had all been fertilised on the first or second breeding. There was one other large procedure and a few small cosmetic changes that he would do to it but, they would have to wait until it had recovered fully from its castration. Over the next few weeks the Master took care of it. Giving it the occasional salt bath to help the healing process and cleaning and dressing the wound. He had access to a vet should there be any complications or infections of the site but luckily he was healing nicely. There had been a fare amount of swelling initially but this was to be expected and in just two weeks it was starting to look like there would be only a small scar. Of course he fucked it regularly. Initially he had to be careful not force its legs apart too much as he didn't want to tear the wound but he managed to fuck it quite adequately from behind with its legs almost closed. It loved being fucked by the Master. His hole longed to be filled with as much seed as he could get. Three weeks past and one morning it woke in a soaking wet bed. Every muscle in its body ached. His head and even his eyes were painful. It was convinced it had an infection from its castration. It told the Master how he felt and was a little surprised when the Master smiled. He checked its wound site and was happy to confirm that it was healing nicely and the was absolutely no sign of anything untoward. "You're converting boy, you have the fuck flu. Your body is trying to fight off the bug in my seed that is infiltrating and taking over your body. My seed will win and you will be pregnant. This is good. You are bound to me forever or at last for the rest of your life" At that particular moment the last thing on its mind was sex. It was the first thing on the Masters. The Master took of his shirt, shoes, trousers and underwear. His cock was fully erect and engorged with blood. He told it to turn over and unceremoniously mounted it from behind. He was rampant. The boy was pregnant with his seed, he had to fuck it. Its hole felt so good that morning. It felt tighter and was definitely hotter due to its fever. It felt wonderful on his hard cock. The boy had little arousal, he just wanted to be allowed to go back to sleep, but the Master was to have his way. He ravaged the boy, fucking him like it was the first time. It only took ten minutes before the pressure in him was so high he had to release. Sperm shot from his cock filling and coating its guts. Even the boy thought he could feel the explosion inside his so intense was the Masters ejeculation. The Master slipped his cock from its hole and lay on the bed beside it. It's hole throbbed and it could feel warm wet cum leaking from his hole. Sperm leaked over the dressing where once his balls had been and onto his cock which for the first time in three weeks seemed to come to life. It rolled over onto its back allowing its erection to stand vertically, bobbing as it stood. The Master saw it. "Relieve yourself boy, you deserve it" Even though physically drained from his ill health and fucking he reached down and grabbed his cock. It hadn't been stimulated for so long it felt fantastic. As he massaged his member, he wondered he would still produce any fluid as he no longer had balls that produce sperm. He didn't need to worry. Within just a few minutes he felt his climax approaching. Within seconds semen shot high in the air and landed back on his stomach. His prostate having released its juice. "You'd better clean that mess up boy, use your fingers and your mouth. The protein will be good for you. It did as it was told cleaning every last drop. When he was finished the Master told him to get some sleep and threw the bed covered over him. He slept the sleep of the dead for almost three days, only rousing to drink or use the bathroom. The fuck flu had hit him hard. It was two weeks before he felt well enough to leave his bed. The Master had cared for it well during that time. Feeding it, cleaning it and changing its dressings. Three months past and it was getting used to the Masters ways, requirements and constant need to fuck. The Master had a huge sexual appetite. Not that it wasn't grateful. It loved being the target of his desire. The wound had healed very nicely. There was a small lump and red area at the castration site but, that would reduce even more with time. Eventually it wouldn't be obvious that there had ever been anything there. It was ready for the next procedure. One morning it was lead down to the playroom. As the Master opened the door it saw another man. It was a little embarrassed as he was naked and no one other than the Master had seen that he was now a eunuch, an unmanned male. The Master commanded him to lay on the bench. The same bench that three months ago he had been laying face down on as a complete male. The man lifted it cock and looked at the wound. "Nice job, very neat" The Master smiled at the man and he smiled back. "So, ready for the next stage" said the man. "Yes as discussed" It was very nervous now, the only thing left was his cock. Was the man here to cut it off. He began shaking and tears filled his eyes. The man took a syringe from a black medical bag. He inverted it and squeezed the plunger in order to expel and residual air then injected its cock in a couple of places, then in the flesh around the cock. It didn't want to lose its cock. He still liked to touch it and occasionally the Master would allow him cum. The man took a pin from his bag and stuck it into its penis in several places to confirm that all feeling had been dulled. Then to its horror the man took scalpel from the same steel kidney bowl that a few months ago had held his dead, severed testicles. It could feel what was happening but there was no pain, only the dull sensation of the man cutting around the entire circumference of his penis at its head. He realised, with some relief, that he was being circumcised. However the man wasn't finished yet. He felt the man cutting around the circumference of his cock again, this time close to his body at the base. He then felt a tearing sensation as the man removed all the flesh from the base of his cock to its head. He then proceeded to stitch the flesh from both ends together, essentially his cock would just be the domed end and he would be unable to achieve an erection. The last thing he did was to make a deep incision and the base of his cock close to where the root of his cock entered his body. He did nothing more than stitch this incision with two stitches. The Master looked very pleased with the results. The whole procedure had taken less than an hour and now he had a eunuch slave with nothing more than a nub of penis, useless for nothing more than to pee out of, although he would be able to achieve orgasm with stimulation which would be very useful in controlling the boy. "Any problems, give me a shout but it should be fine. I'll leave you enough pain killers and three more shots to give it. I'll come and check that mare in a few days anyway. Should be able to take the caste off then" The boy realised that this man, who had just ruined him was a vet. The Master looked at it and smiled. "You are now complete boy. Your cock is like a clit and that last incision has destroyed your ability to get an erection, which is just as well as you no longer have enough skin to stretch over an erection" It had tears in its eyes. It had enjoyed its cock. "Don't fret boy, you'll still be able to cum when I let you, if I let you" It took several weeks for its cock to heal but, even the boy was pleased with the way he looked now. His crutch was smooth except for a small domed cock head that occupied a small space between his legs. He had lost all sensation of becoming erect but if anything, his cock head was even more sensitive than before. His master had let him stimulate himself to orgasm several times after fucking him and the pleasure was immense. Now it was happy, more than happy. It enjoyed serving its Master. He performed all the menial tasks required of him. All the household jobs that need to be done and when completed the Master would give his arse a good fucking or let him suck him to completion. One day, later that year, he was very surprised when the Master told him they were going out. The Master had a surprise for him. It would be the first time since he had arrived that he was allowed to leave the farm. They drove to a nearby town and visited a tattoo shop. It was tattooed on one arse cheek with a poz symbol and on the other with the words 'Property of Stan' ******Fin*****

Sorry to hear your news, @ErosWired A thought - Because you're a poster child for compliance, it might be worth discussing with your clinician going on a non-premixed combination to find a second (or third) antiviral that's easier on the kidneys but still works against your strain. Clearly the one in Juluca isn't it, but there are at least half a dozen NRTI and NNRTI drugs that could be combined with the same integrase inhibitor in Biktarvy. You'd just have to take two pills a day instead of one. I know clinicians are worried that more pills will cause people not to do that... but that seems unlikely in your case.

Context: POV of my experience breeding a cumdump in London. I had been eyeing his profile for a few weeks now, but had been too nervous to message him. After getting off to cumdump porn on twitter for a while, I worked up my courage to get the real experience. The beating of my heart drowned out the noise of the busy road outside his apartment building, as I waited to be let in. It was my first time doing something like this and I didn’t even know the guy’s name; all I had to go on was a single image taken of him on all fours: showing off a muscular back, leading down to his small waist, and finally a bubble jockstrapped ass. In his profile description, there was just one word - ‘Cumdump’. The buzzer sounded and I was let in. Irrationally, it felt as if the man in reception knew what I was there for and my face was heated. I walked quickly through the corridor to the elevator, whilst masking my anxiety with nonchalance. After reaching his floor, I again read over his instructions to find his flat - my cock was rock hard at this point. My breath paused briefly when I saw his door ajar… this was really about to happen. It was dark inside, with faint music playing. It smelled of sex. I found him on all fours in red lighting, in nothing but a jockstrap exactly like in his pictures. The sight of a muscular man, face down ass up, waiting to be fucked will forever be engraved in my mind. I got on my knees and gave his round globes a feel, taking my time to appreciate every inch and occasionally spreading his hole. With the tip of my right thumb I circled his wet hole teasingly before doing the same with my tongue. I then laid it flat on his hole - it tasted a mix of berry-flavored lube and cum - lapping at that soft, silky goodness. The next few minutes were spent alternating between tonguing his hole deep in and out and drawing letters, shapes, and symbols, I honestly couldn’t get enough. But I came for something else. The thing that had kept my cock straining against my jeans for the entirety of London to see on the journey to his place. My balls were churning like crazy - I needed to breed him. Pushing my cock into his pre-loaded hole was so easy since there was little resistance. The feeling of warmth and wetness was unmatched to any other guy I had fucked before and I knew I would become addicted to it. I slid my cock in and out with long-strokes, slow and deep, really just stretching him out as much as I could. That was my standard tempo, speeding up to a faster fucking every now and then; he would get especially verbal at the peak of fucking, begging for my load. I kept at this for about 45 minutes, with some small breaks in between. Fucking him in missionary was amazing - he wound his thick muscular legs around me as if to get my cock as deep as possible into his slutty hole. All the while his baseball cap stayed on, obscuring his anonymity. He was just a cumdump, a hole to be used and bred by the men of the city. I heard his door open as someone else came in. Initially I panicked, but he reassured me it was another cruiser coming to dump his load - my time was up. He laid flat on the ground, with me on top of him. The feel of his sweaty muscular back against my chest as I fucked him deep was glorious. In this position, his hole felt tighter than before, he was stimulating my cock so well. I sped up faster and faster until he was begging for my load in front of the new guest, who had already dropped his pants and began stroking his cock. Finally I came, shoving my cock as deep as possible inside him. With full control over his slutty hole, he did this thing where he clenched his cheeks to squeeze my dick, milking the cum from my dick. After a minute of my cock being jerked off by his ass, I slid out and saw his hole gape with my cum. It was the most beautiful thing I’d ever seen. I gave him a soft slap on his ass and said thank you, putting my jeans back on. He mumbled something unintelligible in response, probably because the other breeder had already started fucking him. I left with a smile on my face.

Yes he is big. It wasn’t really a challenge for him because my bf at the time was about his size and I could take him easily. I like to think I am a good bottom but I am not sure I am camera good. It’s probably for the best that it was not recorded.