Leaderboard

I didn't mean to do it. I just couldn't help myself. There are times I get overcome by my own lust, and I just get carried away. I was turned on when we finally met, he was my ideal of a "son" to my "dad". Though a little older than what you might conceive of as my son, he was nonetheless my ideal of what I want in a boy. And add to that the fact that he was in total leather, matching my outfit, it was just a match. We had chatted so much about this first meeting. We each knew what turned the other on. He liked my cigars and I liked his boyish good looks and attitude. And when we met and then kissed, it was that sort of 'dream come true' event. That first kiss seemed to last forever. Not only were our tongues exploring each other's mouths, our hands were exploring each other's bodies. And shortly he had my stiff, dripping cock out of my jeans, and fell to his knees to give me one of those blowjobs you dream about. I was still smoking my cigar, and the smoke was about to fill the motel room, I was smoking so hard while he hit all the hot spots. When he rose up and kissed me again, tasting my cigar spit and me tasting that great cock /pre-cum taste on his lips, I was just too turned on. I had his belt loose and his jeans around his ankles before he knew what happened. And even though we were lip locked, I could still get his cock out of his jockstrap and feel the pre-cum on the tip of his cock. I rubbed it the length of his rock hard cock, and slipped my cock between his legs. I guess it was the way he opened his legs to let my cock in that so excited me. I could tell he wanted it then, even though he had told me he was still HIV negative and didn't want any raw sex with a poz guy like me. I had my hands up under his shirt working his nips and was kissing and licking his face till he was just a puppy in my paws. I gently moved him around, kissing his neck and massaging his ass cheeks, until I was behind him, nibbling his earlobes. That was when my stiff meat found his ass crack and set course for his asshole. I was pushing hard against him, trying to get my tongue in his ear, when he sort of fell against the wall and then braced himself against it with both hands, intending to turn back around, but by then I had a nip in each hand, having thrown down my dead cigar, and he was moving in response, enjoying it too much to protest. And my cockhead had found his puckered rosebud of an asshole, one of those that seems to have an arrow tattooed above it, saying "FUCK HERE". And I had him by the arms, holding him tight as I kissed and bit his neck. "Oh, Daddy!" he kept saying, over and over, as if he was trying to persuade himself not to resist. When I pushed and began to feel my cockhead penetrate, he stiffened. "Daddy, don't make me do this, please," he pleaded, and he turned his head slightly towards me. I reached around and kissed him. "It's gonna be OK, son, just relax," I said, and I made a hip thrust that popped him open. I love that feel on my cockhead, when you first pop a boy open like that. There is no feel like it in the world, tight and hot, and then so warm and wet and wonderful. I just couldn't help myself. Hugging him tightly, kissing all over his neck, so he didn't notice so much that I was impaling him on my cock. By the time I think he knew what was happening, he was fucked. I had my cock almost all the way up his ass. And he was loving it. I could tell he was trying to fight the urge, but wanting it so bad. All the time I was kissing him, I kept telling him it was fine, he was all right, this will be great, just relax and enjoy it, son, give yourself to your dad. Then suddenly he gave a kind of shudder, and bucked hard back against me. "Oh, Daddy, take me, take my ass, give me your cum!" "That's it son, enjoy this fuck, feel your Daddy's hard cock up your ass, love that stiff meat so deep inside you!" He was with me then, meeting every thrust. When I'd hit bottom he'd grab me hard and tight, as much fucking my dick with his ass as I was fucking his hole with my rod. "Make me your Boy, Daddy, fuck your Boy, show me how much you want me Daddy!" I was in the heavy strokes now, fucking his ass hard. My juices were flowing. When I get a hot ass like this, the first fuck is hot and heavy and doesn't take too long, so I knew I was getting close. "Where do you want Daddy's load, boy?" I asked, as I held him tight and humped him hard. "Give me your load, Daddy, make me your Boy, plant that load UP MY ASS!" He was bucking hard, and if I had really wanted to pull out, it would have been difficult, as he was in pace with me so well. "Oh, God, Son, I can't help it, here it is, take it boy, take Daddy's hot cum up your ass." "Daddy, show me how much you love me, fuck me, fuck my ass, give me your juice, Daddy, FUCK ME HARD!" I lit into him hard then, I could feel the cum move from my balls up the length of my shaft and begin to spurt out deep inside him. And I think he must've felt something, even though I know you have to learn to feel it when a guy cums up your ass. There was just something about the way he moved, like he was suckin’ the cum up deep inside himself. We both hit the spot at the same time. "OH GOD!" we both shouted in unison. "Here it is boy, here's Daddy's cream, take Daddy's load, you're MY BOY now!" "Hit me hard, Daddy, show me how much you love me, pound that cum in my hot hole - fuck me Daddy - FUCK MY ASS, DADDY!" I held him tight and shot my final spurts as deep inside as I could, knowing I was tying him to me in a way no man ever had before. I was converting him to my son in more ways than one. I was making him my BOY in a truly positive manner. His ass drew up so tight on my shaft, I thought sure he must be spurting his load. His ass was suckin’ the cum up deep, and he began to flex under me, I could feel his whole body moving, as if he was absorbing the sex and distributing it throughout his body. We held that position a long time. Sweat was dripping down my nose, and he was sweaty feeling as I ran my hands over his chest and caressed his nips. I still had all my clothes on, my fucking cock out of my pants, but otherwise still as I had walked into the room. His pants were around his ankles, but he still had on the jockstrap, shirt, vest and leather jacket. We both were soaked under all that clothing. But neither moved, we were still in that great Dad/Son connection, feeling the cum that bound us together. Eventually he stopped vibrating, coming back to reality, realizing what had happened. He sort of slumped at that point, I thought he might be crying, so I pulled out and turned him around and kissed him. He was crying, or at least he had tears in his eyes, so I kissed the tears away, and he began to respond. When I put my hand down to his crotch, I discovered a jock hanging heavy with cum. So I pulled off him, bent down and sucked the cum out of his jock, and pulled his limp, gooey cock out and sucked it clean. He was breathing very heavily now, I think partly shock and partly so turned on. Standing up, I led him to the bed and made him sit on it, so I could sit beside him. We kissed again - another long lover's kiss, and soon tongues and hands were exploring. Clothes began to fall off us, some being taken off by the other, some shucked off by the wearer, but our pants were trapped by our boots. We had reached that point again, too quickly. The pants just had to stay on, we were at fuck number two. I got him into doggie position and stuck my cock back up his ass. It was much easier this time, just made him take a sudden inhale when I slid home. We urged each other on again, and soon he had a second cumshot up his ass. Damn hot boy, he wanted sex as much as I did. We seemed to be a pair, destined to be together. After I added that second load, I just held him close and told him how much I loved him, and he did the same. When my cock went flat and fell out of his ass, he rolled over and I got on top of him so we could kiss and cuddle again. We took time to get the boots off, finally got our pants off and were naked, just kissing and rolling all over the bed, the way lovers do. We came up for air and took a smoke break. Gave me a chance to really look at him, as I hadn't really seen him naked before, even though I'd planted two loads up his ass. And he did the same. I was surprised to see how he blushed when he noticed how I was admiring his boyish body. He had kept himself in great shape, and I had enjoyed it. The smoke break over, we resumed the kissing, this time being able to be face to face for the first time, really. I didn't intend to fuck him again, and frankly I generally don’t come three times in rapid succession, but this was beyond mere sex. This was infatuation. My cock just knew the way to his ass so well by this time. When I got on top and was kissing him, my cock was tumescent and, finding his hole, entered easily. He spread wide, put his legs firmly around my hips and put his heels in my ass. Then he pushed hard, making my cock really hit the good spots. Every time I made a stroke that didn't please him, he'd almost kick my cock up his ass. I couldn't complain, I had my tongue far down his throat. And when I felt the cum moving yet a third time, I got his legs up on my shoulder, shoved a pillow under his ass and began those prying deep strokes, where you aim for the boy's prostate and fuck him hard. "Oh God, Daddy, I love it when you fuck me like that, do it again, harder, deeper, come on man, put your seal on me, give me the third load, make me your boy forever!" I got my arms up under his shoulders, pulled him into my fuck strokes and kissed him hard as I fucked my cum into his hot ass, so warm and wet and wild, filled to overflowing with my loads. I wanted to fuck him so hard the cum would flow out his hole and soak the bed. I wanted to fuck him so bad he could taste my cum from the inside out. I wanted to plant my loads so deep he'd shit my cum for a week. Didn't take long. Spurts of ‘Daddy Cream’ joined the loads already there. My fuck piston planted it's third load, the cum pooling around my balls, running down his crack. I pinned him down, legs against his chest, as I pounded the last strokes home, trying to get my cum as deep inside him as I could. And he rose up against me on every stroke, making sure he got that jizz as deep inside as possible. When I was drained, I slammed a fuck stroke hard and held it, and he looked up at me with tears in his eyes again, and we kissed. Then I felt his cock move between us, that steady pulse of a cock shooting cum, a feeling I love. If I don't see or feel a boy cum when I fuck him, I'm not fucking him right, and I had fucked this boy right. His cock spurted a heavy load between us, and his cum between and us and mine up his ass were binding us together in many, many ways. We kissed for a long time. Took us a long time to come down off that fuck plateau, where you want to stay as long as you can. When I fell out of his ass, I let his legs down and sucked his limp cock into my mouth and sucked out all the strings of his cum I could get. Then I licked his hole and crotch clean, keeping some of the cum in my mouth, so we could share it when we kissed. And as I did that, he moved around so he could reach my cock, and sucked it clean. When we kissed, I could taste his ass, his cum and my cum, all mixed together, one wonderful taste, a taste every dad wants from his boy. We fell asleep like that. When we woke the next morning, we were a mess, and the bed was a mess. There was cum everywhere, encrusted on our cocks and torsos. Time for a piss and a shower. Then we had a smoke and got to examine each other by the light of day. Sometimes that's when it all falls apart, when you come to in the morning and discover that the guy you thought was so great the night before is not nearly as attractive. But there was no change this morning, I still thought he was the best thing I'd ever had, and he allowed as how I was his Dad. We went to breakfast, and it was as if I was meeting him for the first time. We sat there and smoked and drank our coffee, and talked about all the things lovers talk about. The waitress finally asked us if we were going to order lunch, and we realized what time it was. We excused ourselves, left a large tip for having had such good service for such a long time, and went back to the motel room. By the time we'd each had a piss, we were on the bed again, and the maid's knock interrupted our first fuck of the day. I shouted that we were still in the room, and she went away, and I planted my load. This was a lover's fuck, that long, slow, gentle fuck of two men deeply in love. There was no hard thrusting, no pounding of a load deep. He was still moist from the fucks last night, and I wasn't really up to a hot and heavy fuck, but we needed to have sex again, to see if it was still there, and it was. That wasn't our last fuck, not by a long shot, but those four were the ones that we always remember and talk about. Few men are as fortunate as I. To find a guy like this that fits me so well. I can only hope that he continues to feel the same about me.

After spending an extended time away from the hookup sites and apps, I recently found myself hungrier than ever for the feeling of a hard raw cock in my ass. I reactivated some lapsed memberships, including my subscription to BBRT. Scrolling through the guys in my area, I came across an interesting one: versatile top, my age or a bit older, kinky and nasty like me (for example, we had both listed "ws" as a kink). There were a lot more "ask me" responses than I would typically be interested in, but I had a sense that he and I had chatted before, long ago, and that his status used to read "positive." So of course, I had to reach out. I introduced myself, explained that I, too, was looking for some non-vanilla fun, and made a point to tell him that I didn't care about his status. We chatted back and forth for a while. He shared his cock pic - about 6" cut, nice and thick - and before long we had agreed that I would drive to his place, about 10 miles away. I was already all-in when he messaged me the clincher: "Would you be open to a couple of my top friends joining?" Would I?!?! While I have always enjoyed playing one on one with a guy, once that first cock gets in my hole I never want the sensation to stop, so I have always been partial to servicing groups of tops. "I'd love that," was my emphatic reply. A half-hour later I was parked in front of his house. It was a cul-de-sac neighborhood, with trees and cars lining the street. There were three cars already in his driveway. Seeing this, I felt the first trace of nervousness creep in to join the horniness and excitement I had been feeling since chatting with him. I took a few hits from my brown bottle to relax before exiting my car, putting the bottle in my pocket as I did. I don't remember walking to his door, but suddenly I was standing in front of hit and ringing the doorbell. It was answered by a slender guy in his mid-60s. He was naked, unabashedly showing off his taut stomach and a 0-gauge piercing at the tip of his long, slender cock. "Your guest is here," he said to someone inside, and a moment later the homeowner - the guy I had been chatting with online - appeared. He, too, was naked. He looked older than I had expected and was built like the first guy, but his flaccid cock was slightly shorter and lacked the piercing of the other's. "Come on in," he said, waving me inside. The door opened directly into the living room. It was a typical room with a TV, a couch and an easy chair, but in the corner a sling had been hung from heavy-duty eye hooks that were screwed into the ceiling. The coffee table had been moved from the center of the room and in its place sat a small, inflatable kiddie pool. As I looked around the room I saw there were two more guys, presumably also the host's friends. One looked like he was close to my own age, with more of a 'dad bod' that was covered in light-colored hair. The other was younger and more muscular. The thick piece of meat hanging between his legs had to be eight inches soft. I wondered in passing if he was a grower or a shower. The four men surrounded me and began to pull at my clothes. In no time I was naked, and they guided me into the kiddie pool, pushing me down to my knees. They had placed a folded towel on the hard wood floor under the center of the pool to provide cushion for my knees. Once I was kneeling, someone behind me placed a blindfold over my eyes and tied it tight. Then my arms were pulled behind my back, and I felt the cold touch of metal on my wrists as a set of handcuffs clicked shut around them. Another pair of cuffs was then locked around my ankles. I'll be the first to admit that I'm not big on bondage, though I've been a blindfolded cum dump on many an occasion. As they shackled my arms and legs I had to fight a feeling of panic that began to rise within me. It helped that the next thing they did was to hold an open brown bottle beneath each nostril. I took several deep breaths and felt some of the panic subside as my head began to swim. No one spoke. The only sound was that of a car passing by on the street outside. Then the plastic pool bottom made a crinkling sound and I knew someone had stepped in front of me. I felt my muscles tense as I waited for something to happen. After a moment of suspense, I suddenly felt a strong stream of warm liquid splash against my chest and run down my stomach, trickling over my balls before dripping into the pool. Then a second stream hit the back of my neck, running down my back and my ass crack. Still no one spoke as a salty, ammonia-like scent filled the air. They were using me as a piss mop! My cock stiffened a little at the realization. The first stream petered out and soon was replaced by a third. He picked up where the first had left off, but I felt him working the stream upward. I tilted my head back in an instinctive move to get my face away from it, but all that did was delay the inevitable. He worked up my neck before the golden stream splashed onto my face. I pursed my lips and closed my eyes under the blindfold. It was everywhere - in my nostrils, in my hair, even trickling into my ears. The piss fell like rain into the pool as they used my body as a urinal. The second and third guys finished, leaving me soaked and, now that the piss had cooled to room temperature, a bit chilled. I stayed there on my knees, droplets running down my body and dripping into the puddle that had formed around my knees. I was sure that the fourth guy would soon take his turn, and I was right. He stepped into the pool in front of me, his feet making slight splashing noises as he did so. I felt a pair of hands on my head and then his cock pressed against my lips. Instinctively, I opened my mouth. He slid his cock inside and began to empty his bladder down my throat. My mouth filled with the warmth and salt of his piss. I began to gulp greedily, careful not to waste a drop. "That's it," he said, the sneer on his face audible in his voice. "Swallow that charged piss, pig." I kept swallowing until at last the stream died away and he took his cock out of my mouth. I heard the host's voice say, "Let's get him in the sling." Two pairs of arms helped me to my feet. The shackles on my ankles had a slightly longer chain, and I was barely able to step over the lip of the pool and hobble across the floor. I was still wet and cold, but that was obviously of no concern to them. They spun me around and helped me get seated in the sling. My hands were freed momentarily so they could lift my arms over my head. My wrists were manacled to the suspension chains. Then the same was done to my feet. Soon I was helpless on my back, my hands and feet tied above me. The brown bottles were placed under my nose again, and I took a few more deep breaths as I felt someone smear lube on the outside of my hole, then two fingers penetrated me to coat my insides. They worked around in circles inside me, loosening my sphincter for the assault that was to come. Then the fingers were removed and I felt the tip of someone's cock pressing on my hole. There was a momentary flash of cold, and I realized that it was the guy with the piercing who was going first. I felt a sting as he pushed his way inside. He was going to tear me up before the other guys took their turns. He started slowly, the PA dragging up and down inside my rectum. It felt like a hot poker and I squirmed and moaned involuntarily. I had been fucked by a PA before, but this felt different. The pain was much greater than I would have expected. "I think he likes it," said the sneering voice as the pace quickened. I smelled the brown bottles under my nostrils again and breathed heavily, trying to relax away the pain. It worked, but only slightly. Before long I heard the voice announce, "Here it comes! Take my load, slut." With that, the cock inside me began to spasm, pumping the contents of his balls into my now torn-up hole. I felt one more jab of pain as he pulled out. I felt some of his cum dripping out of the gape he left behind. "Mmmm, nice and pink," said the host. "You tore him up good." Another cock positioned itself at my hole, and once again the brown bottles appeared under my nose. My ass burned as it slid in and out, causing me to squirm and moan some more. Before long it, too, was spitting its load deep into my guts. Then it was the third guy's turn. He must have been especially turned on, as it only took a few pumps before he added his DNA to the others'. Finally it was the fourth guy's turn. As he entered my hole I felt an explosion of pain, as though I was bring physically split in half. I tried to stifle a scream as I rocked my body, trying to pull away. "I don't think he likes your monster cock," said the sneering voice. "You'd think with three loads already in him he'd be ready for it." The brown bottles made a final appearance under my nose, and as I inhaled the top grabbed my thighs and rammed the entire length of his cock inside me. I moaned - loudly - in pain as he bottomed out in my hole. As the poppers took effect he began to pound me, gripping my thighs tightly to keep me from pulling away. My hands grasped the suspension chains and squeezed tight as I did my best to withstand this latest assault. He drilled me for what seemed like an eternity before he at last announced that he was going to cum. I am convinced that had I met that fourth guy one on one, I would have had no problem taking that massive cock - with lots of lube and hits from my brown bottle, of course. Ordinarily I would want him to stay inside me after he came, in the hopes that he could go again. But with the damage done to my insides by the first, pierced top, all I wanted in that moment was for him to pull out. And as the spasms subsided and my guts absorbed their fourth load of DNA that evening, he finally did just that. I heard a splat on the floor beneath me as all the cum that had been dumped inside me spilled out of my gaping hole. I hung there in the sling, panting like a dog, totally and utterly exhausted from my experience. After a few minutes my wrists and ankles were released. Two men helped me to my feet, then guided me back onto my knees on the cold hardwood floor. What were they doing to me now? One by one, each cock that had been in my ass entered my mouth. The first was the one with the PA, the one that had destroyed my hole. As I cleaned his cock I could taste ass and cum but also blood, and of course metal. My tongue found the piercing and discovered that it was not a 0-gauge loop as I first thought. Instead it was cast in the shape of a "C", with a barbed hook on one end and a smooth round ball on the other. That explained the extra pain I had felt when he fucked me. I finished cleaning cum and ass and blood from the other cocks, then was helped to my feet and the blindfold removed. The lights had been turned down but they still caused me to squint as my eyes adjusted. The host motioned to the easy chair, where my clothes had been neatly folded and placed sometime during the evening. "Go ahead and get dressed," the host said. "It was great to meet you." I stammered some kind of response through the mental fog I was in, then got dressed and left. My ass hurt, and sitting in the car made it worse, so I drove home as quickly as I could. Reaching my apartment, I showered and lay down on the couch, where I promptly fell asleep. I slept soundly and didn't wake up until the next morning. As I sat up I felt a momentary sting of pain that settled into a dull throb once I was upright. Pulling out my phone, I opened BBRT and found a new message in my inbox. "Welcome to the brotherhood." It's been three weeks and with all the viruses going around - COVID, RSV, flu, the cold - I can't be certain, but I'm pretty sure that I'm in the midst of the fuck flu. After giving my hole a week to recover, I went back for Round 2, though this time the guy with the pierced cock wasn't there and I swallowed everyone's piss. Round 3 was just me and the super-hung guy, who turned out to be 8 inches soft and 11 hard - and I took every last inch without issue once my hole had healed. These guys are quickly turning into regular playmates, and while I won't ever get tested to find out for sure, they’ll always be the men who converted me.

Hello everyone! It's another horny bottom (surprise, surprise) lol. I have been observing the forums for a while and have finally figured out - with lots of help from many of you for being so open and willing to share your personal experiences, fetishes, etc. HOW I wanted to put myself out there and what I want. I am in an open committed gay relationship. As my profile describes, my husband is a cuck and despite his non-existent libido he knows I am most happy when I get to help a nice hard cock realize his animal need to seed and breed. He just isn't always horny or interested to watch or participate but he enjoys it when I bring him back an ass full of cum. It's why he nick named me his sexy CUMtainer. I like the ANON part because as these forums have well described it focuses the activity on the desire of one man to seed and my desire to receive his seed. Especially if he wants to give it to me - I want to receive it. It is that simple. I love a horny man who needs to mount and rut. Having said that, I do not consider myself a cumdump - please understand the nuance. I get the fetishisization of it but in real terms I love myself more than that and I don't consider myself a dumster of anykind. On that note, I am not interested in bug chasers or getting and sharing any STIs. Ignorance is not going to help reduce STIs. We all have more fun BBing without STIs so PLEASE Please all I ask is that you get tested (even though its a terrible process) and deal with the results. If you need to bury your hard cock in my ass, please message me. If you want to make porn, please message me. I don't care how old you are or what you look like (or how hung you are) as long as you are able to get an erection and can penetrate me to breed me.

Been horny as fuck lately, but due to company travel suspension I haven't had any opportunities. Have a regular guy when I travel that has fucked me probably 20 times anon ass up face down and I have only seen a dick pic of him. He's 18, mix, slender guy according to his profile. Usually likes to fuck me after I have taken a couple loads. I messaged him a couple days ago that I was travelling and we planned for him whore me out last night starting at 6pm. Got to the Days Inn, prepped and messaged him on Grindr that I was ready. He said the first guy would be there around 6:25 and three others were on the way. Got in position ass up face down, blindfold on and door propped open. In all I took 8 loads including one from the guy that was whoring me out. Never saw any pics of the guys before they arrived and didn't see them when they were in the room. He messaged afterwards and said that I felt so good with all that cum in me. He was load #5. Later he messaged and said guy number 8 was on the way a bbc. Damn the guy must have been 9", but felt great! I messaged to see if any others were coming and he said that was all. I replied that that was enough for the night. First time I had been fucked in 2 months. Ready to get whored out again though.

NOTE: this is a work of fiction. Nothing depicted in the story is true to life. It’s a sexy scenario I jerk myself off to frequently, though 😉 Derek’s Perspective: Derek was definitely hornier than usual. He woke up fighting an especially rigid morning wood, which proved a problem when he got up to piss. He leaned over the toilet until he was at a nearly 90 degree angle in an attempt to maneuver his rigid seven inches towards the bowl. He succeeded for the most part, but it was an awkward position and he still had to clean up a couple misfires. Dressing slowly, he tucked his still semi-hard dick into a pair of briefs and attempted to get the day started. As time went by, however, the overwhelming desire to fool around with a guy began to consume his every thought. He couldn’t get any work done. He just kept finding himself back on Grindr, Scruff and Sniffies staring at the photos of torsos and the awkwardly smiling array of men in his area. He couldn’t help it- his dick was pretty much permanently at half-mast and his hole kept clenching in hopes that his brain would get fed up and finally put effort into finding a good hookup. None of his normal fuck buddies were available, sadly. He knew Adam was out of town on business and Mauricio was on one of those gay cruises - so if he were to play it would have to be someone new. This limited what he was willing to do (he didn’t fuck on first meetups to lower risk) but he still had plenty of options to satisfy the dick-lust he found himself consumed by. Derek had an array of types. Tall, short, muscular, heavy-set, young, old... as long as they had well-maintained body hair and at least two pieces of the Holy Trinity (a great ass, a great cock and/or a great face) he was satisfied. It generally came down to chemistry anyways. Nothing beat a guy who knew how to slowly bend him over, bury their face in his ass and open him up until he was begging to be filled… “Fuck it” he finally exclaimed, realizing he was sitting at his home office desk stroking himself to the memories of previous fucks and getting nothing done. He opened the chat tab and perused the messages recently sent to him on Grindr. He had to get off and this was a horniness that wouldn’t be satisfied with rubbing one out. He needed to swallow a good load before he could finally get some fucking work done. After quickly perusing the recently-received messages, one in particular caught his eye: the profile was the torso of a man in his late thirties who clearly took care of himself. Large, defined pecks with dark brown chest hair that accented the definition, trailing down to hug the edges of his softly defined abs and blending seamlessly into a happy trail that traveled outside the cropping of the picture. The profile read “Great Fuck To Remember” - a cocky proposition that had his dick twitching, even if he smirked at the potential irony. His ethnicity read “Middle Eastern” which gave it another twitch. His description dove into a laundry list of sexual positions he loved to perform. It was shockingly thorough. Normally Derek wouldn’t bother with headless torso profiles (no matter how fucking sexy) but the first four messages were photos so he clicked into the chat. His eyes widened at what he saw. The first picture was a sexy face with short dark hair, deep brown eyes, thick brows, full lips and a well-manicured, salt-and-pepper beard that accented a strong jaw. Those lips were curled up into a mischievous grin that made his hole pucker. The second, third and fourth pics showed him one of the most beautiful cocks he’d ever seen from various angles. The guy looked to be around 7.5 inches, decently thick with shockingly big, shaved balls. He was clearly uncut, though the foreskin fully pulled back when it was as hard as these photos depicted. The head was perfectly proportioned and slightly darker than the warm melanin of the shaft. It was possibly the most delicious-looking dick he’d seen in a while. He had shown Derek the requisite two of the three Trinities. He was sold. “Wats up?” Was the only text, a typical opening line. “Horny as fuck here at home alone, can’t concentrate,” Derek typed out, hoping the guy would pick up on ‘home alone.’ “Perhaps I cn help. Any pics u like to share with me, sexy?” he replied. Derek unlocked his secret album for him (around five photos showing off his pale, decently muscular body, hard cock and his bubble butt). He was especially proud of his ass and legs. He loved when his butt was worshipped so he worked VERY hard to make sure it was good enough to be. Squats, deadlifts, lunges, hip thrusts, step ups- you name it, he did it all in pursuit of an irresistible ass. The sight of it generally clinched the deal with most potential hookups. After a few agonizing moments the guy finally responded with “fucking hot. What u into?” “I love having my ass played with, worshipped, eaten, teased. I don’t tend to fuck when I first meet someone, but also LOVE to suck dick until it is blowing down my throat” Derek copy-pasted his reply from his go-to response he has previously prepared for this common question. “Hot. I give rlly good ass massages and love to eat a tasty hole. Ass worship is my favorite thing.” “Yeah?” “Also love feeling my head against a tight hole.” “Fuck that’s hot.” Derek’s dick was leaking at this point. “I prefer to slide in, but happy to respect whatever rules u got.” This guy was hitting all his buttons. “Yeah, sorry. Wish I could but gotta be safe.” “I get it ;-)” “Fuck yeah- when r u available? Where u located?” A few moments later Derek got an image of a map that showed the guy to be only a few blocks away. “I’m down 4 now. That work? U host? Traveling w/ friends so can’t host” Direct. EXACTLY what Derek needed and hoped to hear. “Yeah. I can host” Derek then sent him his address and apartment number. “Gimme ten. Malik here, btw” That was all Derek needed to see. He jumped from his desk and quickly got to work. He was not planning to get fucked, obviously. . . but just in case he grabbed a couple condoms from his drawer and douched to make sure everything was clean. He was practiced in fast-prep (since hookups were unpredictable) and in about eight minutes he was showered, dried off, in a jock and ready for Malik’s arrival. He then sat on his couch, staring at his sleeping phone for the next five minutes or so. His cock was straining against the fabric of the jockstrap, his heart racing with anticipation. After a bit longer he heard the buzz from the front door, dashed to the wall and pressed the “entrance” button on his com. Since he was only on the second floor of his building the knock came within moments. Derek steeled himself for potential disappointment and opened the door. Malik stood there in a white tank top and loose-fitting gym shorts, their light fabric making it clear he didn’t bother with underwear. Derek was relieved to see the photos appeared fairly accurate and recent. His face was as handsome as his picture, if slightly older in the harsh lighting of the hallway, and his body was also somewhat softer, but that only seemed to enhance things. He was carrying a small gym bag strapped over his right shoulder. He gestured for Malik to come in and he obliged, waiting until Derek closed the door before looking him up and down and smiling, placing the bag on a chair to the side of the door. “Your pictures don’t do you justice” he murmured in a deep, slightly coarse voice. “Turn around for me and let me take a look at what I’m working with.” Derek obliged, spinning around slowly, his back slightly arched to give Malik the best possible view of his ass. He was rewarded with a deep “mmmmmmm” and felt Malik’s warm hands caress and then squeeze his cheeks, pulling them apart and letting go so they would bounce back together with a tight jiggle. “Fuck” he said, grabbing Derek’s shoulders to turn him back around and pull him forcefully into a deep open-mouth kiss that made his dick throb. They stood there for the next few minutes making out furiously while exploring each other’s bodies. Derek fumbled with Malik’s tank top, eventually getting it over his head before being pulled into another tight bear hug, Malik’s soft chest hair and flexing pecs grinding into his own while he explored Derek’s mouth with his tongue. He felt Malik’s dick, now rock-hard, grinding into his own beneath his workout shorts. His hands squeezed Darek’s ass and eventually found their way to his pulsing hole, gently rubbing it in small circles with his middle finger. After a minute or two of this Malik ran his hands up Derek’s back until they reached his shoulders and began pushing him to his knees. At this point Malik’s dick was creating a full-on tent in his gym shorts, begging to be released. Derek was only too eager to oblige. He took his hands and glided them up Malik’s hairy, muscular thighs until he reached the elastic waistband and tugged them slowly down in an almost reverential way. Like he was unwrapping a present. Once it reached his mid-thigh Malik’s dick finally broke free of the shorts and bounced up, slapping against his pubes with a satisfying “pap.” It then stood at full attention, the head glistening with pre-cum, staring Derek in the eye. His balls were tight and large, shifting slightly to the temperature change. He felt the heat radiating from that beautiful cock and balls inches from his face. Tugging the shorts the rest of the way off so Malik could spread his legs more, Derek took a firm hold of the shaft with one of his hands, squeezing it gently and jerking it slowly. A deep moan escaped from Malik. Derek took his other hand and cupped his balls, feeling their weight and wanting desperately to somehow fit it all inside his mouth. Impossible, but definitely something to aspire to. He then moved forward, aided by Malik pulling him closer, and let the perfect head slide into his mouth. It tasted delicious and the smell of Malik’s natural scent mixed with a subtle cologne was intoxicating. He was in heaven. Derek flicked the head with his tongue before slowly lowering his mouth further and further down the thick shaft. Closing his eyes he felt it hit the back of his throat and try to push further, sliding in a bit more before he was rewarded with his nose hitting the base and burying itself in Malik’s manscaped pubes. “Fuck yeah, boy.” Malik said a bit more loudly, his hands moving from Derek’s shoulders to the back of his head. He was held there, with Malik flexing his hips until he needed to breathe, causing him to gag slightly. This made him to pull back long enough to take a deep breath before starting to suck the cock in earnest. Thick bands of saliva collected at the base of the shaft and rolled down his balls as Malik’s hips thrust to meet the rhythm of Derek’s face-fucking. He could feel those balls tightening in his hand and the head beginning to expand… …but as quickly as it started, it stopped. Malik had pulled away, grinning at Derek who looked a bit shocked and desperate to have that cock back down his throat. “You feel so fucking good, but we don’t want to end this too quickly. I still have a job to do,” he murmured. “Fuck” Derek replied, finding himself with a temporarily reduced vocabulary. It began and ended with ‘fuck.’ He thoughtlessly wiped away the spit that was coating his scruff. “You said you wanted an ass massage, yeah?” He flashed the same devilish smile that he had captured in the first picture he sent Derek. He walked back over to his gym bag, picked it up, and stood there waiting. All Derek could do was nod, stand up, take Malik’s hand and lead him into his bedroom. Malik’s Perspective: Malik scanned the room they entered, noticing how Derek had prepared things for them. The curtains were pulled, the bed hastily made and covered in a striped beach towel. He also caught sight of the condoms sitting on the bed-stand and smirked. ‘Didn’t want to fuck, my ass’ he thought to himself. He had come here confident he could change this guy’s mind and was encouraged to see them- even if he had zero intention to use them. One way or another he was going to get inside that hole. Raw. All that remained was how to go about doing it… “I brought some massage oil and toys to relax you” he said, dropping his gym bag on the bed and unzipping it. He pulled out a large bottle of massage oil, a realistic glass dildo, some poppers and a blindfold. Derek’s handsome face faltered slightly at the blindfold, so Malik instinctively put it back in his bag. ‘Damn’ he thought, ‘this will be a bit more of a challenge.’ “How do you want me?” Derek said, standing next to the bed. Malik came up to him and kissed him passionately again. This guy had a perfect mouth and was an excellent kisser. “Lie down on the bed ass up, babe” he whispered in Derek’s ear while gripping Derek’s neck. Derek obliged, disengaging from their embrace and crawling into position. Removing his jockstrap altogether Derek grabbed onto a pillow to hug and rest his head on, causing him to arch slightly and accentuate the musculature of his back. Malik was salivating. Derek spread his legs and thrust his hips forward so his dick was now bent and pointing down past his balls. Without saying another word Malik crawled on top of Derek, grabbing the bottle of oil and dripping a liberal amount of it across his lower back, perky cheeks and legs. Straddling one of his thighs, Malik slowly began to expertly massage the oil into his skin. His hands were large with thick fingers that worked really well for a task like this. Derek seemed to appreciate the effort, moaning gently into his pillow and grinding his hips a bit under Malik’s weight. This went on for about ten minutes, both of them getting hornier with each passing moment, Malik’s twitching dick pressing firmly against Derek’s left thigh, grinding gently. Malik paused to apply more of the scentless oil, this time also coating his own throbbing dick with it and jerking himself briefly before going back to firmly massaging Derek’s delicious ass. He ran his hands across the cheeks, spreading them wide to reveal the perfect, inviting pink hole before pressing them together, bending down to bring his face inches away from it. He took in a deep breath, reveling in Derek’s freshly-washed natural scent. Malik then pulled the cheeks out again, revealing the hole, and gently blew air over the surface of the pucker. Derek shuddered, his ass jiggling slightly at the movement. It was fucking perfect. Malik wanted this ass. He needed to feel his cock sliding inside… but knew this guy was likely someone who needed persuasion and a little white lie or two. That and a heaping pile of obfuscation. At this point, however, he buried his face in Derek’s ass. His tongue was decently long and wide, and he worked it expertly over Derek’s hole. He ate Derek’s ass like it was his last meal, his soft beard rubbing against Derek’s skin, making him moan loudly. “Fuuuuuuuuuuck” Derek said again, thrusting his hips back to meet Malik’s tongue. Malik moved to lick Derek’s balls, traveling up his taint to his hole, then past his crack before biting each cheek. He couldn’t help it, it was just so fucking tasty. Derek cried out in a bit of surprise at the bites but didn’t stop grinding his hips back at Malik. Instead his legs continued spreading further and further apart to give Malik better access. He was also inching his legs up and arching his back more and more until he was fully on his knees with his head buried in his pillow, moaning at the oral assault on his hole. Ass up and spread wide, dick swinging, Malik’s face buried. Malik was right- this guy was begging for it. Even if he claimed he didn’t want it. Eventually, after what felt like an eternity, Malik moved back and reached for the dildo. This is where things could get tricky, but hopefully Derek was so dickmatized that it would go off without a hitch… “I know you don’t want to fuck, but would it be alright to massage your hole with toys?” Malik asked Derek, who was still ass-up and breathing heavily. “Is the toy sanitary?” He said, a bit muffled by the pillow. It would have been funny if the sight of him wasn’t so fucking hot. “I boil all my toys for just that reason, babe. I take care of my boys,” Malik replied smoothly. He wasn’t lying- that was important shit to get right. A pause. “Okay, but remember, no fucking.” Derek said, and wiggled his hips in an approving motion. Malik grabbed the oil and coated the dildo (and his own cock again). He then went to Derek and offered him the poppers “this will help you relax and will make it feel even better.” Derek was clearly used to poppers because he immediately took two large snorts of the stuff. Malik’s brand was particularly strong and its effects seemed to hit him immediately. He placed the bottle right next to his face hoping to encourage him to use more later down the line. Malik then moved and positioned himself behind Derek, licking his hole one last time before placing the head of his dick, and not the dildo, at the pucker. He wanted to feel that hole before bringing the toy into play as well as establish some trust, an important component for what was to come next... He began to apply gentle bursts of pressure and murmured “Just teasing your hole with my cock a moment before I massage it with the dildo.” Derek nodded in approval. “Remember, just don’t go in.” Was his only reply. “You have nothing to worry about” Malik replied, resuming his gentle prodding. The oil from the massage and Malik’s spit made Derek’s ass very slick. The poppers made Derek’s ass relax. The liberal amounts of oil he had slathered on his dick aided the wetness. It all meant that within moments Malik’s head was past the first ring and moving its way inside. It took every ounce of effort to not simply thrust in- but that would break the trust and likely end in an unsatisfying, quick retreat. He wanted to be balls deep in this glorious ass, he just had to be patient. Derek was still clearly aware of what was happening and paying VERY close attention. “You aren’t in me are you?” His muffled voice asked from the pillow. “No babe. My head is just kissing your hole. It feels so fucking good.” He eased back slightly to make sure this was true. “Fuck yeah it does. Ugh, I love feeling a dick pressing against my hole. Just don’t go in.” At this point his head was fully inside, but he was purposefully respecting Derek’s directions and not going any deeper. “I promise babe. It won’t go in. We’re just teasing before I get the toy.” Derek moaned happily in response. After a bit more of this Malik decided to move on to the next part of his plan, sliding the tip of his dick out of Derek’s ass (which elicited a disappointed moan from Derek). He then moved the slicked-up dildo into position, waiting until Derek took another hit of poppers before beginning to apply pressure. He worked slowly, using one hand to spread Derek’s cheeks apart and the other to continue prodding the dildo until it popped past the first ring. Derek let out a small gasp and then moaned deeply, the poppers clearly reaching his pleasure center and the dildo stretching the hole gently. It wasn’t massive, but WAS the exact same girth and length as Malik’s own dick…which was definitely not a coincidence. He actually had it modeled after his own cock. Fucking expensive, but worth every penny… He noticed Derek slowly starting to jerk himself with one hand and sliding his other past his balls to feel the dildo as it was sliding into his hole. Malik smiled, letting Derek fully establish his use of the toy. After letting him explore the area for a bit, however, Malik needed to make sure this wouldn’t keep happening. Pausing with the dildo about halfway into Derek’s eager ass, Malik reached down, took Derek’s hands and gently pulled them away from the area. “I’m supposed to be the one making you feel good. That cock is mine to stroke. Understand?” He said gruffly, seductively. “Mmmmmm.” Derek moaned in the affirmative, nodding his head into his pillow, his eyes shut in ecstasy. He shifted his hands and hugged the pillow. Derek seemed to be in his own world, concentrating solely on the feeling of his ass being filled. The world could have gone to hell around him and he wouldn’t have noticed. Or would have chosen not to… ‘Let’s see if that works’ Malik thought as he resumed slowly prodding Derek’s ass with the dildo, pulling it out completely, letting the hole gape momentarily before pushing it gently back in. He made sure to keep up this pattern- fucking the dildo into Derek’s ass a few strokes before removing it completely, applying more oil, and driving it back in. Derek was clearly in heaven and cried out a little every time it re-entered, each time a bit harder. Malik would periodically use his free hand to slowly jerk Derek’s dick, helping Derek to more fully lose himself in the pleasure. Eventually, after about five or six repetitions of this pattern he made his move. After pushing the dildo down to the fake balls, he pulled it out completely, lined up his own eagerly throbbing cock and slid it three quarters of the way in before holding it there a beat. When Derek continued moaning and made zero signs of noticing the difference, he slowly began to thrust in and out, all the while paying close attention not to go deep enough to brush his pubes against Derek’s cheeks. He was in heaven, and Derek seemed completely unaware of the change in materials sliding into his hole. Malik’s dildo warmed up when it was used (due to the person’s body heat) so the temperature of the dildo and his dick were nearly identical. The ass was slick, his cock doused in oil. It slid in as velvety-smooth as the imitation had. Even with the poppers and the dildo Derek’s ass felt tight wrapped around Malik’s dick. Every time he would thrust he felt Derek squeeze his muscles and it began to cause Malik’s eyes to roll back into his head. He thrust a few more times, removed his dick, hovered over the dilating hole, and then slid back in with an inaudible sigh. “How is that toy working for you, babe?” He knew under normal, non-poppered circumstances there was enough difference between his own dick and the dildo that a guy would notice- but once they get into the trance he’s found that they kind of lose themselves in the sensation and keep going with what they’re told is happening. We all believe what we want to believe, and Derek wanted to believe that Malik was pleasuring him with a toy. “It feels so fucking GOOD. Thank you thank you thank you….” He continued to repeat “thank you” into the pillow every time Malik pushed his dick nearly to the hilt, his balls getting dangerously close to slapping into Derek’s taint. “You like that toy in you? Giving you the massage you need?” Malik growled, pulling out all the way before thrusting back in again. He had one hand still holding the dildo and the other pressed firmly against Derek’s cheek to keep him from pushing back too hard and giving the game away. In response Derek began to move his hand out from under the pillow and reach back. Malik barely noticed in time but was able to remove his rock-hard cock and replace it with the still-hot dildo right as Derek’s fingers closed around the shaft. Malik could see Derek smiling in satisfaction and Malik responded in kind - even if for slightly different reasons… “Don’t get distracted, babe. Let me take care of you.” He admonished Derek, grabbing his wrist and gently pulling it away. “This is my hole right now.” Another moan and the hand went back under the pillow. As soon as the coast was clear Malik fucked the dildo slowly a couple more times before removing it again and deftly sliding his own eager cock back in. He loved watching the shaft going in and out of this perfect hole- the dark skin of his shaft contrasting beautifully against the lighter skin of Derek’s ass. This is exactly where his dick needed to be. It’s where Derek wanted it to be. Malik was merely making sure he got what he wanted- regardless of what his “rules” were. He continued to thrust for a while, slapping his ass periodically and reveling in the resulting jiggle, his shaft blissfully deep inside Derek’s hole. It was such an amazing sight he got distracted enough to accidentally thrust so deep that his balls gently grazed Derek’s taint. Knowing the potential for disaster he quickly moved his available hand down and grazed it again with his thumb, massaging the area for a bit to quash any potential for Derek to become suspicious. Derek wiggled his hips in response, moaning a bit louder. Malik probably shouldn’t have worried, though. Derek’s trance was complete, his understanding of what Malik was doing so firm in his mind that it didn’t matter what was actually happening. He was being impaled by an amazingly realistic dildo. That was Derek’s reality - even as Malik’s raw cock assaulted his hole instead. “I want to make you feel so good. I want this toy to massage your hole until you cum” he growled, feeling Derek’s sphincter once again clamp unknowingly around Malik’s cock. It was too fucking hot. The view of Dereks perfect ass in the air, his dick sliding into Derek’s hole until just before the root. The moans muffled by the pillow. He could feel his balls starting to tighten and the ecstasy of the successful deception taking over his ability to control his orgasm. He began to thrust harder, placing his free hand on Derek’s ass, wrapped around the shaft to make sure his hips won’t make contact. This only caused Derek to moan louder, sending Malik further over the point of no return. And then he came. The feeling was so overpowering that he almost lost his composure- it took everything he had not to simply thrust until his hips were smashing against Derek’s oblivious ass. He could feel his cock spasming inside Derek’s unwitting hole, coating his insides with jets of his cum. Malik was a heavy cummer, with rope after rope blasting into Derek as he did everything in his power to not cry out. He kept thrusting at the same pace to hide the spasms of his cock, letting Derek’s hole milk every last drop out of him before finally sliding out and replacing his now deflating cock with the dildo, cum dripping out the sides and leaking down Derek’s heavily oiled taint. They were both panting heavily at this point and Derek’s cries were reaching a fever pitch. Malik kept sliding the dildo into Derek’s ass even as he was coming down from his orgasm, watching with satisfaction as cum kept leaking out of the unknowing hole. It was so hot he was completely hard again in record time. He imitated the movements and pace of his actual fucking, thrusting his hips with each plunge of the toy so the bed would move identically to when he was inside Derek. “Fuck babe, you have the best ass I’ve ever seen. You take this dildo so well.” “Fuuuuuuuuuck” Derek said, repeating the word with every thrust as Malik started to jerk Derek’s dick with his other hand. I want to make you blow, babe” he said- which was clearly quickly approaching. “I’m . . . I’m . . . I’m s-s-s-so clooseeeee” Derek cried, his body beginning to shake. “FUCK YEAH BOY- CUM FOR ME!” He ordered loudly, pushing the dildo in to the base. He then let go of it, leaving it buried deep as he flipped onto his back with his head positioned beneath Derek’s dick. He quickly clamped his lips onto the head while stroking the shaft rapidly. It was an awkward maneuver but Malik had perfected it with practice. He really fucking knew what he was doing. This is what he was made for. Derek could have woken the dead with his orgasm- and its volume was clearly a match for Malik’s. He was swallowing multiple gulps of salty cum as it continued to spurt from Derek’s throbbing, angry erection. Malik had begun jerking himself while waiting for Derek to blow and was able to actually cum a second time in less than twenty minutes- something he rarely had the pleasure of accomplishing. The load wasn’t nearly as large- only a few small ropes blasting onto his stomach, Derek’s ass and the towel- but it was intense all the same. This fuck was everything he had hoped for when he first saw Derek’s handsome, smiling face on the apps. Derek’s ass secretly plundered, used under the guise of toy play. His beautiful body given as much pleasure as he could without fully fucking him to the absolute root- something be hoped to do before he left town. Malik squeezed the last drops of cum out, took a deep breath through his nose and removed Derek’s slowly deflating cock. He rolled back around and got to his knees on the bed, rubbing his furry belly absent-mindedly as he surveyed Derek’s body, limply spent, ass in the air with the dildo still buried deep. He then took the edge of the towel and wiped Derek’s ass down. “Fuuuuuuck that was amazing.” Derek whispered into the pillow as Malik slowly began removing the glass toy from its warm sheath. “It was perfect” Malik replied, as he moved from the bed and began collecting his things, wiping down the dildo and placing it back into his gym bag. “But imagine how much better it will be when you get to feel the real thing.” Derek finally shifted out of his position, rolling over until he was sitting up on the messy towel staring at Malik. “Well the next time won’t be a first hookup- so that’s definitely something I’d be down for. You have such an amazing dick. How long are you in town?” “Another week” Malik replied. “I work from home most days so let me know when you’re available again and we will make it happen” Derek said, watching with a hint of sadness as Malik put his gym shorts back on to cover his delicious cock and furry, plump ass. “It’s a date, then.” “Oh yeah, one thing,though. While I *am* on prep and take Doxypep after hookups I do still require condoms for fucking- you good with that?” Malik grinned at him “of course! For you, babe? Anything. I’m also on Prep and Doxy- but you can never be too careful.” Derek eased out of the bed, his legs clearly shaky from holding that position for so long. He walked up to Malik and kissed him deep and long again, making Malik’s cock twitch. He wrapped his arms around Derek and helped support him while his legs gained some of their strength back. “Perfect. I can’t wait.” Derek said, smiling a beautiful smile. “Back at you” Malik whispered, already thinking ahead to how he will work around the condoms. He then pulled his tank over his head, put on his shoes, gave Derek’s ass one last squeeze and made his way back to his friends at the AirBnB, turned on by the knowledge that his cum was coating the inside of Derek’s ass. Derek’s Perspective: As he watched the stunning Middle Eastern Sex God leave his place Derek finally felt sated. Warm. Spent. His mind was clear and he was finally able to get some actual work done. ‘However’ he thought to himself, ‘I probably should shower first…” He quickly dropped the oil-and-cum-covered towel into the laundry hamper and turned on the water. As he was sitting on the toilet waiting for it to heat up he felt pressure in his ass. He decided to push a bit and felt a lot of liquid fall into the bowl. ‘No wonder it felt so good,’ he said to himself. ‘The guy probably used half that bottle of oil!’ He then thoughtlessly reached back and flushed the toilet before getting up and stepping into the shower, fantasizing about what would hopefully happen later that week… End Part 1.

this is a cunt that needs filling... .

This gorgeous man seemed to be my perfect partner. Gentle sexually progressive and wanted me to poz him. While we were in our afterglow he asked me if we could have some group sex sessions. I told him it might take some time to have the company arrange. He said he wanted to go into town for an anonymous hookup. i told him that was dangerous and he would not be able to control the results. He could be hurt raped or worse. I could not talk him out of it. An hour later after some Grindr requests for a 3 way with a Poz bottom was arranged. He hosted only. I was a bit scared but off we went. Surprisingly our destination was a very nice affluent house. We were greeted at the door by a gorgeous 50ish 6 foot fit hunk!! we were invited in, drinks were mixed and we sat down to discuss our desires. Jim our host said he was Poz and versatile. He loved posing willing guys. He knew my client only topped but he wanted to see if he could seduce him to take his huge pierced cock. No forcing. I said no nit I was interrupted by my. Client saying OK!! We stripped and I stood aside to watch and protect. Jim was amazing, gentle and amazingly erotic, kissing teasing stimulating. After an hour with my cock raging and dripping watching the most erotic foreplay Jim stated rimming and my Client began begging for more. Fingers entered 1,2,3 then 4. My client begging to be fucked and pozzed!! I couldn’t believe it. A confirmed top begging for raw poz cock. I was so stimulated I show my load hands free just watching!! The pierced cock started entering him while he kept begging for more. Slow steady strokes started then Jim stopped. He pulled out laid on the end of the bed with his legs dangling an ORDERED my client to sit on his cock. He complied immediately. My cock was still hard after I shot my load. I was so full of desire. Then Jim as his cock was in my clients virgin ass ORDERED me to come over and to double penetrate this virgin cunt!! My client screamed at me to fuck him. I came up and stuck a finger up his ass. Surprisingly it slid in easily. Mt pierced cock pushed in and slowly my PA and my head popped in. Over 10 min I got my cock all the way in and then experienced the most amazing fuck session of my life. My client was in an amazing state of erotic pleasure. We all screamed as we simultaneously climaxed. After several minutes to recover Cumall over us tinged with blood I said that was amazing my client was just moaning in pleasute, Jim said “ We are just getting started!!”

Fucking in a position where I get maximum penetration, cumming in the bottom as deep as possible -pulling him on to me when I cum

Biden has always used old school diplomacy-quietly urging Netanyahu to stop. Fort Bend County, Texas was the first Democratic Party org in the nation to pass a ceasefire resolution, and the Texas Democratic Party followed suit. Now, we're seeing more and more county and state Dem parties call for ceasefire, which is EXACTLY what Biden needs. It shows the Dem Party at large sees ceasefire as the only viable path forward. However, Netanyahu is-and always has been-an authoritarian. Hopefully the criminal investigation working its way through Israeli courts will result in him being removed. I hold some hope for this, as the judiciary and population at large wants a ceasefire. Netanyahu is another Trump, and he has a whole group of his own magats. All I know is this: the soul of our country is at stake. The choice on the ballot this November isn't Trump or Biden, it's Christofascist theocracy or democracy-and if the former wins out...many of us won't see 2030.

I've done it a few times successfully, but mostly NOT successful. The bottom has to be really loosened up, and both tops have to be pretty big AND very hard. The best position I found was both tops laying on their backs ass to ass with both cocks gripped into one big fat dick and the bottom slides himself down. This takes a bottom who won't clench up too much while squatting. The tops are then both fully impaled in the bottom and can start thrusting. I've cum this way as top kinda fast cuz it does feel pretty awesome and was hot to watch the bottom. I have also made it work where the other top was on his back on the side of the bed with knees bent and feet on the floor, bottom slides down facing him (ass to me), bends down like kissing him (he's still squatting down so his legs and feet are in front of him). This way 6 legs and feet are not all trying to be in the same place at the same time. Then I can slide in from behind without having to find space between all the legs to get close enough to his hole. It's great when it works!!

One of the things i despise about politics in general is pandering for power. Very few elected on either side of the divide are immune, more often than not it seems their compass and tiller follow the wind that fills their sails. People from either 'side' can come up with plethora examples where an elected official does not represent them, even if they voted for them. i sure can. Politics, and people, are not simply blue or red. i really do believe that most politics come down to voting for the person who at least leans towards some of ones individual ideals, and/or against ideals one may find unacceptable, or even reprehensible. i'm not voting for Joe Biden (i think the democratic party could offer better), i am voting against Donald Trump. i wish things were more simple, clear cut. They are not. Since BZ is a largely gay forum below is an offering of evidence substantiating how Biden came out in favor of gay rights... and also notes how he apparently, priorly, opposed them. Biden's length of time in office covers a time span where homosexuality went from being listed as a psychological disorder by the APA in 1973. It's noteworthy that our national (political) legal system took another 30 years to decriminalize homosexuality through a supreme court decision Lawrence vs Texas. It took almost 40 years for that to translate into equal rights. One could argue that Biden was a hypocrite, or one could argue that Biden changed along with society... that he actually was a representative of gay people in this respect. i lean towards the latter. But either way, i have rights today that i didn't have, and he supported those rights at the highest level. "Few living Americans have spent as much time under the cameras of political talk shows as Joe Biden, but no pre-presidential broadcast appearance of his is as memorable as one visit to NBC’s “Meet the Press” ten years ago this week. Biden was asked by anchor David Gregory on May 4, 2012, whether he had rethought his longstanding opposition to same-sex marriage. “I am absolutely comfortable with the fact that men marrying men, women marrying women, and heterosexual men and women marrying another are entitled to the same exact rights, all the civil rights, all the civil liberties,” Biden responded. “Who do you love? And will you be loyal to the person you love? And that’s what people are finding out is what all marriages, at their root, are about, whether they’re marriages of lesbians or gay men or heterosexuals.” The world took notice in a way it rarely does when a vice president speaks. Biden told Gregory he was not setting new White House policy, but regardless, what he said appeared to undermine his assertion in a 2008 vice presidential debate that “Barack Obama nor I support redefining from a civil side what constitutes marriage.” Now as the two men sought reelection, Biden had placed the ticket in a vise with no appealing escape. Obama could force Biden to back down from heartfelt comments made on national television. He could embrace the position his running mate had intrepidly staked out first on his own, at the risk of appearing he was following rather than leading. Or he could acknowledge that he was at peace with the idea of his governing partner being to the left of him on the era’s most fraught social issue." [think before following links] https://www.politico.com/news/magazine/2022/05/06/joe-biden-gay-marriage-00030367

Chapter 1 – Outdoors Is Great My buddy Brian and I have played together a lot. Sometimes, it’s just the two of us, and other times, more guys come over. We’re both ass focused and like to use tongues, fingers, toys, and fists on each other’s holes. Both of us can handle a lot of play. In addition, we enjoy partying when we play. Brian is 52. He’s about 5’7”, 190 pounds, with a stocky body. Short brown hair, and hazel eyes. He’s got hair in all the right places, which for me means a hairy chest, arms, legs, and (most importantly) ass. I’m 48, 6’1”, 200 pounds with brown hair and eyes. I have a full beard and a moderately hairy body. We both have playrooms in our houses, but Brian’s place is more scheduled and on lots of land. His playroom is in a separate building, while mine is in one of my bedrooms. The plan for the weekend was that I’d come over to Brian’s place on Friday and stay until Sunday. That gives us time to play, relax for a while, and play some more. Usually, this means there is very little sleep over the weekend, and returning to work on Monday can be tough. But it’s definitely worth it. I got to Brian’s place around 6. It was summer in the mountains, so the sun was still shining, and the temperature was pleasant. Knowing how private the place is, I undressed in the car and grabbed just a few essentials, like my phone, poppers, some T, and a chest harness. Brian likes me to wear a harness when I’m in the sling so that he can drag me further down on a toy or his arm. I knew there wouldn’t be any need for clothes for the rest of the weekend. I did keep my shoes on. We usually play in the studio space that he has. It’s nice that it’s separate from the house but has a bathroom and a small kitchen area with a fridge for drinks. In the winter, it’s heated by a wood stove. There’s a big TV for porn, and it’s got good WiFi. For new guys who come over, there’s a path that leads from the driveway to the studio, so it’s easy for them to find as well. I headed that way. When I got to the porch, a note was taped there saying, “Head down to the creek.” I knew the way, and we often hung out there on nice days since it was a great place to party and relax. We’d jump in the water on really hot days to cool off. I walked down that way and saw Brian sitting in one of the Adirondack chairs he has down there. Then I noticed that he had also brought the sling out, hanging from a big branch on one of the nearby trees. This could be interesting. Of course, Brian was naked, too. Seeing his cock hard and glistening let me know that he had been playing with it. It also made mine plump up even more than it already was. Even though we are both all about ass, it’s sexy to see a guy naked and hard in the woods. We hugged and gave each other a kiss. He had a nice setup here with the sling. There was a table nearby with lube and poppers, and he had a plastic bin with some of his toys in it. There was a stool at the foot of the sling, and a blanket was spread underneath it all. It looked as comfortable a place to get your ass worked over as any indoor space. Tonight, we started out blowing clouds. We smoked a lot since we knew this was just the start of the weekend. While we were smoking, we were fondling each other, with a big focus on our asses. Brian’s hairy ass is such a turn-on for me. There’s something about playing with a guy with a hairy ass and hole that amps up the excitement for me. Seeing all that hair matted down with spit and lube and watching a toy or a fist dragged through the hair around a guy’s hole unleashes something primal in me. We headed over to the sling, and I told Brian that I wanted to work over his ass. He got in the sling, and I helped him get his feet situated in the stirrups. Then, he heaved his ass a little further down in the sling so that it was spread open for me. I love seeing a guy like this. His ass was presented for my pleasure, and I was ready to pleasure it. I started with some rimming and fingering. While I knew he had prepped for me, his hole had a great, musky smell from being outdoors and doing all the setup for tonight. The smell makes me crazy, and I just drove my tongue into his hole. He responded by reaching down to spread his ass open even more, giving me great access to his hole. When I’m eating ass, it’s more like I’m making out with it. There will be licks, pokes, sucking, tongue swirling, and more. Brian’s hole was responding well to my efforts and was opening nicely. He reached over for the poppers and offered them to me first. I took one hit, and then he started inhaling from the bottle. Brian knew that offering me poppers while I ate his ass would turn me into an ass pig, and I was determined to make his hole feel all the pleasure that I could. Sucking, light nibbling, and driving my tongue deep into his ass made him moan and squirm. I looked in the bin with the toys and pulled out one of his favorites. He’s a fan of Topped Toys, and I was going to start him on Artemis. This toy is more realistic than some of the others and provides a good stretch. I pushed some Slam Dunk into and around his hole before lubing up the toy. Then, I shoved it in his ass all the way to the base. We’ve played together enough that I know what he can take, and Brian’s ass happily swallowed the toy. We got into a nice sling motion as I fucked him with the dildo. It was hot to see his hairy hole expanding around the toy. After I fucked him for a while with Artemis, he wanted to get me in the sling. I grabbed a Gape Keeper from the toybox and shoved it in his ass to keep it plugged and happy while he worked on my ass. Once he was plugged, I helped him out of the sling and climbed in. My bag was over by the chairs, so I didn’t have the harness on yet. Brian likes to start with a toy when he’s working my ass. He grabbed Erebus, which he knows is one of my favorites. It has a nice easy entry head but then widens out with some ribbing that feels great inside. He lubed up my ass and the toy, then waited while I did some poppers before he inserted. Once he knew that I was ready, he slid the head of the dildo into my ass. He worked it around a little bit, inserting it further and further. “Someone’s ass is hungry tonight,” he said. Damn right it was. He had the toy in to the base in no time and started twisting it around and moving it back and forth inside me. I love the feeling of being massaged internally by a toy like this, but a fist feels even better. Brian knew that and was ready with his greased paw when he pulled the toy out. First, he put four fingers into my ass and spread them out while rotating around. This opened my hole for the wider part of his hand. He got me well-prepared and then shoved his fist in. The feeling when his knuckles pass through my hole is amazing, and I shuddered in delight. He pulled back to give me the stretch that he knows I enjoy. With the widest part of his hand stretching me open, he twisted and thrust, sending waves of pleasure through my body. He said, “Let’s take it slow tonight and go smoke some more. I want to use your ass all weekend long.” That was OK by me, so I prepared to get out of the sling. But Brian wanted me to be plugged too, so he grabbed a Lotus plug that he used to fill my ass. Then, we walked over to the chairs and sat down to blow some more clouds. The babbling of the creek, plus the sounds of nature all around was relaxing, and we sat and smoked and chatted for a while. We noticed it had gotten dark, so we lit a few lanterns and carried them back to the sling. I also put on my harness so he could drag me around by it.

I got off the plane nervous as hell. Not only was I a month and a half away from starting college in a city I’d never been to before, but I was also about to see my father for the first time in years. When I was 10 my parents divorced, more accurately my dad completely disappeared one day leaving only divorce papers. My mom never really talked about it but I think she had known it was coming and was fully willing. She never talked bad about my father to me but I had overheard her and her friends call him a faggot before and alude to him being gay. When I had been accepted to NYU I hadn’t really thought much of it. My mom had forced me to apply because of some vague connection my father had that could make it really cheap. Little did I know cheap meant a full ride, which was great because my stepdad had refused to let my mom spend any money on my college. That’s why I was meeting my dad again, the full ride didn’t include housing so I had to live with him. My mom had apparently still had a number of his and gave it to me to call. When I had my dad had been really excited to have me stay with him, acting as if we hadn’t not talked in nearly a decade. I had decided it would be good to move in a bit early so that I had time to adjust before classes started. As I walked towards baggage claim I saw a large bulky man, a few inches shorter than I was, which was most people since I was 6’2. He was incredibly thick with muscle wearing tight black jeans a black tank top and a leather jacket. He had a thick beard and a shaved head. The man walk up to me and hugged me “How are you son” he boomed “it feels like forever since I’ve last seen you” I realized that it’s man was my father, his face did look similar I just hadn’t seen it past the beard. The dad I had know was your average clean cut family man. “That’s because it has been” I mumbled “I guess it has” my dad chuckled “ well I already got your bag so let’s head to the Uber I got waiting” he said putting his arm around me as he lead me out. It was a long drive but on the way my dad began explaining where I would be living. “Well I don’t actually own the house, it’s my husbands, but with the prenup our assets are still separate” my dad explained to my shock. So my mom hadn’t been lying when she called him a faggot. “He’s out on business right now but should be home in a week or two I’m sure you’ll love him” “Hmm I bet” I said half heartedly. I didn’t know what I had expected but it wasn’t that my dad had abandoned his family to go be gay in New York. We soon pulled up in front of a large brownstone. “Nice place” I mumbled as we got out of the car. “Thanks I’m sure you’ll love it” my dad said as we walked inside. Once inside he took off his jacket, revealing that not only was he now totally covered in hair, but he was also covered in tattoos. He showed me up to the guest room where he left me to unpack. As I began unpacking I noticed that the last guest hadn’t taken everything with them, in one of the dresser drawers was a tiny pink thong. Too scared to touch it I just left it be. I noticed some other things had been forgotten too, a small brown vial and a small black pouch. I looked at the vial but the label had clearly been ripped off. I tried to smell it and was hit with a strong chemical odor that made me feel light headed. It smelt kinda good in a weird way like sharpies and as I kept sniffing it I felt myself warm up a little a get kinda horny. I ran up and locked the door before I striped naked and began stroking my cock while sniffing the vial. I began to wonder what was in the pouch and when I opened it I saw a small metal teardrop with a gem sticking out a rod from the thick part. It was cover in something, I tried smelling it but the chemical smell was stuck in my nose so instead I licked it. It tasted amazing and I soon popped the entire thing in my mouth, sucking it like a ring pop. Soon after I started sucking it I felt something in my ass, almost like an itch from the inside. I reached down with one finger to feel and was shocked when it slipped straight into my asshole. As I pulled it out a ripple ran through my body that felt amazing. I had the urge for something more substantial than a finger and remembered the metal thing in my mouth. As I huffed th vial I took the metal teardrop towards my asshole. As I pushed it against my ring I felt ripples of pleasure until all at once it popped in sending a shockwave through me that made me cum immediately.

There I was, an 18 year old boy looking at poz guys on BBRT. One guy messaged me asking me if I wanted to play. Told him it was my first and just wanted to kiss. He said sure and went over to his place. Nervous and anxiety level was over 9000. I got there and we started to kiss. He suggested we both get naked and I did. He sucked my dixk and asked if I can do the same. I sucked my 1st poz dick. He then told me to lie on my belly. He started to eat my ass which had me in another world. Then he put lube in my ass and on his dick. I told him I wasn’t ready for that. He said he just wanted to put the tip in to see how it feels. Yea that’s cool, just the tip. All of a sudden he puts his weight on my back and goes in his dick. I put my face in the pillow trying to get through the pain. He goes close to my ear and tells me I’m his little poz boy now and start’s pumping his load in me. I get up, take my clothes and leave. Outside of his building l find a dark corner and sit down and try to get myself together. After sitting for a half n hour, he comes downstairs and happens to see me in the dark corner. He rubs my face, tells me he loves me, takes my clothes off, turns me around, and shoves his poz cock back in my ass and ends up breeding me the rest of the night.

But not just with one cock. I'm thinking 17 will do me for this evening...

Hi there

You just gotta practice buddy. It takes experience to deep throat a big cock. When I first met my boy, Drew he was inexperienced in all areas of sex with men. I enjoy having my cock sucked so cocksucking was one of the first things I taught him. Firstly I made sure his nasal airways were open and he could breathe freely through his nose. After all he wasn’t gunna be breathing through his mouth when it’s full of my cock. Then I put as much of my cock in his mouth as he could manage without gagging - just under half my shaft. I really wanted to grind my balls on his chin but he wasn’t ready for that. I decided to train him to swallow my sperm before taking all my cock. So for the next week or so I’d only fuck his mouth with half my shaft but always cum in his mouth.When he was used to swallowing my load I progressed to depth training. I made him lie on my bed on his back with his head held back, hanging over the edge. This position puts his mouth and throat in a straight line so my cock is not hitting the back of his throat - instead it slides straight down. I was soon able to go balls deep in his mouth - still slowly so I didn’t make him gag excessively. I fucked his mouth like this for several sessions until he got used to me shooting my load in his mouth. Now thanks to my training I can fuck Drew’s mouth and throat in any position and as hard as I like and every time he gratefully takes my load.

Just when I think I have exhausted the hottest stories on this site, I stumble on a real winner like this one. Sammy's tale of being re-cunted is rare among the more typical stories about young pigs being corrupted. His conflict is compelling, but he cannot resist the urge to have his cunt filled after too long and resuming his proper role. An exceptionally well-written story.

1990 After college, I had no clear plan except to move to a large city, live on my own and figure my life out. The apartment building I could afford to live in was obviously not luxurious. It was an old hotel built in the 1920's and it had its charms, but it was also kind of a dump. I didn't mind because I knew I wouldn't be living there permanently. I was going to be a great journalist or novelist or something that would make me rich and famous. That was the attitude of so many kids in their early 20's back then. And then you learn that the world is a harsh place and everybody's daily horoscope should always read "You will be disappointed today". But, back then I was happy and embracing life. I liked living in this sad, beautiful building. Rent was cheap and I had some interesting neighbors. Poor people are usually more interesting than 'comfortable' people. For example: There was a girl named Rissa down the hall who was a local stripper. She was a mixture of all kinds of races, and also chubby. And even though she wore 'librarian glasses' and carried some extra poundage, she radiated sensuality and I loved just looking at her while she talked. For a while, she mistook my interest as a desire to fuck her, but I told her right away that I was gay even though I had no gay experience at the time. We still hung out when she wasn't stripping or "working". We got really stoned one night and she told me about the guys she dated just for money to pay bills. We talked free and loose and I mentioned how much I liked the tenants in this building. "Well, don't get too fond of everybody, baby. There are bad people here. There's even a rapist living on our side of the building". "Who?" "Some big, weird-ass-looking dude who tried to come on to me in the laundry room. I told him I had a gun in my hamper and he left. I actually went and bought a gun the next day. Want to see it?" "No. Keep it safe somewhere. How do you know he's actually a rapist?" "I heard it from some girls at the club...as well as a few women here. Right here. In this building!" "Yeah, but wouldn't he have been caught with that many accusers?" "Cute. You still think the police give a shit about this neighborhood. They don't....especially if you're 'working'. I'm not the only one here, ya know?" "Oh. Well, I'm glad you're armed." She gave me a kiss on the cheek before she had to get ready for the club, and sent me back to my place with a piece of apple pie and a joint. Is it weird that I was a little excited about all this new information? I was. I almost wanted to wander the halls and see if I could see the famous rapist, but it was late and I just went to bed. It wasn't an easy sleep, though -- the guy next door was moving out. I wouldn't miss him. He was a delicate ballet blonde that walked on his tiptoes and never said a word to anybody. Plus he played Pet Shop Boys way too loud. His place didn't stay empty too long. Maintenance moved in and started fumigating, painting and vacuuming right away. And it was quiet for a few days until I heard the noises of a new tenant moving in. He must have plugged his TV in first because I heard those ESPN jerks blabbing through my wall almost immediately. It was 8 in the morning, for chrissakes. I tried covering my head with a pillow, but then there was an urgent knock on my door. Rissa. She was still in what I'm assuming she slept in and quickly closed the door behind her. "He's here!" "Who? David Cassidy?" (I was still half asleep). "No. That creepy rapist is right on our floor now. I need to move". "You've got a gun. He's not going to mess with you. And he isn't going to try anything with a guy. Please don't move". "Well, I'm going to get a big dog then". "I'll walk him for you". A few days passed with no incident. And I found my myself getting more interested in my new neighbor. I'd sit silently against the wall and listen to his TV and stereo. I wanted information...or something. A clue. I could hear him when he ran the shower and I could hear his phone conversations. I was becoming obsessed with the heterosexual rapist. Maybe it was all the straight porn I'd seen in the past -- the kind when the guys would basically attack women and force them into sex. Their dicks seemed to just want a hole to fill with seed. Was my neighbor like that? Rissa left for a weekend with her latest "male friend". And I took the opportunity to go introduce myself to my new neighbor. I took a six-pack of Busch Light (which was the only brand I could afford back then). Why was I doing this? I knocked on his door and listened to the TV being turned down and some heavy footsteps come to the door. Shit shit shit. The door swung open and there he was. He was so tall...6'4"? And had a lot of almost-beard going on all over the lower part of his face. And that face! He was definitely ugly. Half of his chin looked caved in my an invisible fist and his eyes were tiny and close together. "Yes?" "Hi. I'm your neighbor. I just wanted to welcome you to our floor". He flashed a smile of pretty gross teeth and then let me in. I handed him the six-pack. "Thanks! I don't drink beer, but I can offer you something stronger." His place was neat and tidy except for an enormous dirty sock in the middle of the floor. I was on auto-pilot as I plopped down on his nice couch. He was mixing drinks in the kitchen and I stared at the big TV that was showing dome sort of motorbike race in the mud. He returned, handed me a glass and sat down next to me. "Here. I'll mute it so we can talk." His body next to mine gave me little electrical impulses. "You like your new place?" "Oh yeah. It's bigger and I've always liked change. That chick across from me hates my ass though." I took a deep gulp of the drink he handed me. Vodka and Sprite? "She thinks you're a rapist". I can't believe I just blurted that out. "Oh", He paused. "Well, stories get spread I suppose." "Any of those stories true?" "Why? You a cop or something?" "No. Not at all. I just think it's kind of fascinating". "Remember about five years ago -- when they were investigating the 'West Forest Rapist'? And they had police sketches in the newspaper?" "No. I wasn't living here then." "Well that artist was a retard because his sketch didn't look anything like me. I must have knocked up about nine single ladies back then. That was goal. I wanted to impregnate them with my bare dick and then lo around the city for kids that looked like me. But then the police moved in and I moved on to the strip clubs. I bare-fucked so many of those whores. I know most of 'em are fixed or on birth control, but my sperm are pretty powerful. I got at least three kids by strippers by now. Then when I wasn't welcome in the clubs anymore, I started fucking prostitutes on Caleo Street. That was way cheaper, but I got so many diseases there....including AIDS. Now I'm just figuring out what do next." I nodded and finished my drink. "Ever raped a man?", I asked. "Just once. It was in prison, but he looked almost exactly like a woman. Why do you ask?" What the hell was I thinking? "Because I wouldn't mind being raped by you now". "Not now". "OK" "Go home and shave all around your ass and crotch, Hell -- shave your whole body if you can. When you're done, go to bed with your door unlocked. Just be patient. I had almost no body hair, but I shaved what little I could find. I dried off with a fresh towel and fell into bed. Did he say "AIDS"?? I didn't have time to think about it because my front door creaked open. And then a huge hand was around my mouth and a big, bare dick was being pressed in between my butt cheeks. I'd asked for this in a way. What I didn't ask for was the incredible sting of his cock head pushing into my hole. I tried yelling 'no', but my lips were covered. I tried to squirm away, but he was just too large. This is the reality of rape, I thought. It's not sexy. It's violent and it hurts. I was so miserable as he shoved that dirty weapon in deeper...and then deeper. Good Lord -- how much more of that dick could there be??? But it kept driving in and I was aware of what he was saying: "You gonna have my baby, Bitch". and "You Fucking Slut!" I was helplessly surviving this. I had a brief fantasy of Rissa barging in with her gun and shooting him. In the head. And then he sped up his pace. He took his giant hand from my mouth and started using it to pull my hair as he climaxed. He drug it out dramatically, huffing and groaning and saying "shit". The he rushed out -- which is what I guess rapists are used to doing. I'd bled all over my clean bed and wondered if I'd have to get a new mattress. A few days later, The Rapist and I watched a movie together at his place. We ended up having sex again. And again. For the next two months. And then he was gone. Evicted I guess because they hauled all his stuff out to the curb. But he left me with one of his possessions...his HIV. Like I said --- the world is a harsh place.

Chapter 4 – Lance Gets a Turn Chapters 1 through 3 tell about the start of a weekend with my friend Brian. We started out playing with his sling hung in a tree by the creek. Lance, another friend of ours, joined us there. There has been partying, toys, rimming, and fisting. Lance is now in the sling, Brian is ready to work over his ass, and I’m watching while bouncing on a toy. Brian lubed up his hands and Lance’s ass. He started to work over Lance’s hole when Lance said, “Just stick it in already.” It looks like we had another hungry hole to satisfy. Brian shoved his hand into Lance and went in deep. Lance had been opened up with the toy and fist play earlier, and he groaned as he had an assgasm, spewing cum out of his cock. I leaped up to clean up his stomach and bush, then moved up to snowball some of his cum with him. Lance reached back and felt the toy still embedded in my ass. He twisted it around a bit, and it started to slide out. As long as I was up, I thought I’d help us all along, so I let the toy slide all the way out and went over and found the pipe and torch. First, I shotgunned with Lance, then shared some with Brian. I went back and forth a few times to get them both really spun. Of course, I was taking in a lot myself and was feeling great. I returned to the foot of the sling, added some lube to the Mordax, and sunk my ass down on it. In this position, I could move the toy around inside me and bounce up and down on it. All the while, I was watching Brian fist Lance. I reached over and rubbed my fingers over Lance’s stretched-out hole and would sometimes poke a finger or two in alongside Brian’s arm. Lance reached over and picked up the poppers. First, he stuck them under Brian’s nose. Brian took a few good hits, and then Lance moved them to me. I took a few hits before Lance started to inhale them. Now, we were all surfing the poppers wave. Lance started to ride Brian’s arm while I began to really bounce on the toy in my ass. This one is pretty heavy, so it mostly stayed put, but I did use my feet to anchor it to the floor to make sure that my ass was getting the best ride possible. While we were all poppered up, Lance had another orgasm. Seeing the glint of more cum on his stomach, I again went up to lick it off his hairy stomach and bush. This time, there was also some piss in the mix. Because of all the T that he had ingested, it was more bitter than usual, but the mix had a great flavor. Brian extracted his hand from Lance’s ass. It exited with an audible pop, but then Lance pushed out his rosebud. It was so hot seeing the red flesh emerging from his hole, and Brian bent down to give it a few licks. Lance sucked it back in and waited for what came next. Brian had grabbed Artemis and was preparing to enter Lance’s hole with it. This toy is realistic in design but is also really long. Lance’s ass was well prepared for the entry, but the full insertion might take some time. When Lance realized that he was getting a toy stuffed in his ass, he again grabbed the poppers and huffed deeply on them. Then, he started a back-and-forth motion in the sling, letting Brian sink the toy deeper with every forward movement. It didn’t take long before it was fully embedded in his hole. Brian was twisting the toy and doing some in-and-out movements with it. I reached over and spread Lance’s ass open even wider so that Brian could go as deep as he wanted, and we could watch Lance’s hairy hole expand around the dildo. His soft fur felt great on my hands, and his hairy hole was happily consuming the toy. Brian asked me to lube up and take over. Knowing that the Mordax would be too much while I was on the stool, I pulled it out of my ass. My hole was gaping, but we were now focused on Lance. Brian put the Lotus plug on the stool, so I was able to have something in my ass while I fisted Lance. Lance still had Artemis in his ass when I sat down. I played in his hole with it for a while, but I really wanted to get my fists back in there. The toy came out, and I set it aside. Then, I placed my fisted hand at Lance’s entry and pushed in. There was almost no resistance this time since his hole was stretched and relaxed. He sucked my arm in deep, and I was at his second hole quickly. Using my fingers, I teased his inner hole open and moved my fingers through. Lance’s body shook with the sensation, and his cock again pumped out some cum. Brian licked up the latest load from Lance’s hairy belly. Before crouching down on the floor near the stool, Brian grabbed Artemis, which was still warm from being inside Zach. He grinned at me as he sat down on the toy and started bouncing on it. He and I got into a rhythm where he would rise up on the toy as I pulled my fist back on Lance, and then, when he would sink down on it, I would slide deeper into Lance. It was hot to coordinate our timing, knowing that both guys were feeling great sensations. Lance was oblivious to this play, but Brian and I had some fun. Lance snorted some poppers and said, “Fist me deep.” This time, I worked all of my fingers into his colon and massaged around in there. Lance was bucking around on the sling, but no cum came out of his cock. Maybe he had shot too much already, and his body needed to replenish. When he came down from the poppers, I slowly withdrew my hand from his ass. His lips were all puffy, so I stroked and massaged them. We didn’t want to lose this gape, so Brian handed me the Gape Keeper he had been using. I plugged Lance with that and helped him out of the sling.

Hello son. Time for your breeding 👹

I’ve been DP’d successfully a couple of times but usually it doesn’t work. Really, it’s because one or both tops can’t stay hard enough to make it work. It’s hot though and hot to watch. Both successful times it was a top on his back, I sit on hm and the other top enters from behind. Deanna try other positions though. Also, length doesn’t matter as much as girth in how difficult it is to take, naturally. The tops will never be able to go balls deep. Just practice with thicker toys m, use lots of lube, and poppers and you’ll be able to take most.

I'm kind of paranoid about hooking up at a motel, not knowing how safe it is to do so. At a hotel, you're stuck with only one guy, where it might work out okay, or it might not. That leaves sex clubs / saunas where you have large groups of men from which to choose, plus the probability of taking not just one cock fucking you, but potentially dozens !

Chapter 3 – We Move Indoors for Serious Play Chapters 1 and 2 describe an evening with my buddy, Brian. I had gotten to his place, and we partied, rimmed, played with some toys, and fisted each other. We were outside by the creek but have now moved the party indoors. Lance joined us, and I just finished his first fisting of the night. The sling was hung from the ceiling rafters in the studio, and all the poppers, lube, and toys were placed within reach. We’ve all played frequently in this space and knew where things went. We left the door and windows open to get a breeze and to continue hearing the outdoor sounds. The lights were low, and we had some music playing instead of going with porn on the TV. We spent some time talking and blowing clouds. Lance tugged on my harness and said, “Man, I wish I had mine with me.” Luckily, Brian had a few there so both he and Lance chose one to wear. Now, we were all naked except for the leather harnesses on our chests. Brian’s had an attached cock ring which would help him stay hard. Once we had enough T, Lance grabbed my harness and dragged me to the sling. “Now it’s my turn to work over your ass”, he said. Happy to submit, I got myself settled in the sling. The room was dark enough that it was tough to see much detail around me, but I trusted these guys and knew that I could take whatever they gave me. Brian was lubing up a toy while Lance was greasing up my ass. His fingers were delivering Slam Dunk inside my ass and then spreading it around. Brian often has a “special” tub of lube that is laced with T, and the burning in my ass told me that this was the lube Lance was using. I was about to be seriously spun! While he was lubing my ass, he was, of course, playing around in it too. He’d shove all his fingers in my hole and rotate them around, rubbing my ass and taint with his thumb. Then, more lube and more T would be applied. He stuck his whole hand in a few times, but I knew this was just a prelude to what was to come. Brian handed Lance the toy. I couldn’t tell which one it was, but it looked pretty thick. Brian has a great collection and sometimes has multiple sizes of the same toy. Sometimes, it’s because he outgrew a smaller size and moved to something bigger; sometimes, he needed to get a start with something smaller. This looked like one of the larger toys in his arsenal. Lance didn’t take long to get the toy inside me. Whatever it was, it had a nice head for entry and then got thicker as it went down. There were some great ridges all over it to add to the sensations as it moved into my ass. Lance shoved it in steadily, and I soon felt the base making contact with my hole. For a while, Lance just held the toy in place. Between the T that we smoked and what was delivered via the laced lube, my ass was receptive to whatever he wanted to do. These guys know that my ass can take a lot, and when you get me really spun, it can do amazing things. I had the impression that tonight was going to be a special night and was looking forward to what came next. Now, Lance started to move the toy around. It was long and had gone in deep, but, for now, he was focusing on lateral movement. He was twisting it around inside me and using the base to move it from side to side, too. He knew what he was doing, and I was enjoying his efforts. When he’d move the base of the toy, it would reposition the head inside my ass, shifting the focus around my innermost walls. Lance started to pull the toy out of my hole and then slammed it back in. He was moving on to fucking my ass with the dildo. The ridges felt good as they traversed my ass, and I decided that poppers would add to the sensations. I reached for them and took a few hits, holding the last one as long as I could. Once they hit, my ass went crazy. I know that it opened some more, but the feelings as Lance pounded my ass with the toy were outrageous. He’d pull it almost all the way out, then shove it in so that I would feel the base contact my hole. It was amazing. He grabbed my harness and used it to pull my ass further down on the toy too. It’s great to have him work over my hole like this. Then, Lance extracted the toy from my ass. Immediately, I felt his hand at my hole. He was also going to enter me with a fist. In my excitement, I slid forward on the sling and took about half of his fist inside me. It took only a small push from his to get his full fist inside me. He knew how hungry my ass was and just kept pushing his fist deeper and deeper. He extended his fingers when he encountered resistance and used them to tease through my canal. He knew that once he got in deep enough, he’d encounter a bigger area he could explore however he wanted. He maneuvered his hand through all the angles of my ass and found my second hole. The chamber he sought was just on the other side. He used his fingers to work my inner hole open and then slid all his fingers through. Once again, amazing sensations exploded in my body. I shuddered and pumped out a load of cum from my shrunken T dick. Since neither of them could see this (where the hell was Brian?), I used my fingers to bring my load to my mouth. My cum was slightly bitter from all the T, but it still tasted great. I felt Lance pull all the way out, and then another hand was at my hole. This one was not as warm as Lance’s since he had been inside me. I pulsed my ass around the hand, inviting it in, and it slid easily into me. This felt like Brian’s hand. Now, it was his turn to work my ass over. Brian was kneeling in front of me, with his face close to my hole, watching as more and more of his arm entered my ass. I heard Lance say, “Lean forward a little bit,” and was confused until I realized that he was talking to Brian and not to me. It sounded like Lance was going to do something to Brian’s hole, which was now exposed as he knelt. Brian grunted as whatever it was entered him, and then I saw him slowly sink down. Lance must have a dildo for Brian to ride while he was fisting me. During the time that he was getting penetrated, Brian had slowed his activity in my ass. I was clenching and releasing around his fist and using my ass muscles to pull him in further. Once he was settled on the toy, he returned his attention to his hand and realized that I had pulled him further in. “Fucking pig hole,” he said to me. I smiled in agreement. I wanted him to ruin my ass, so I grabbed the poppers and placed the opened bottle under Brian’s nose. I heard him take a sniff, so I moved to the other side, and he took a deeper hit. I then did the same, taking a long hit that I held while I recapped the bottle. Now, we were both riding a poppers high. Brian was moving his hand in and out of my ass, which I had reached back to stretch open for him. His hand would come out, only to be reinserted immediately. Meanwhile, he was bouncing on whatever toy Lance had placed at his hole. As the poppers wore off, we slowed down our movements. I heard Brian sigh as I saw him sink further down on the toy. He was slowly fisting my ass now, but it still felt great. I knew that he was getting more focused on his own ass, so I suggested that we swap places in the sling. Brian held the toy in his ass as he rose from the floor. I got out of the sling, and he got in, still with the toy embedded in his ass. It seems that his ass was hungry too. As I went to sit down, I found that Lance had placed the Lotus butt plug on the stool for me to sit on. I sank down on it and felt it lock in place in my hole. I reached for the toy in Brian’s ass and started to play with it in his hole. I didn’t know what toy it was, but I knew Brian enjoyed it. It had balls at the base, and I discovered that it was the Erebus that I had been riding outside. I used it to probe Brian’s hole, but I really wanted to fist him. So, I pulled the toy out about halfway and then let go of it. This shifted the toy so that it was rubbing at the top of Brian’s ass, where it would slide over his prostate. Gravity took over, and the toy slowly slid out of his hole. I caught it before it hit the floor and put it aside while I placed my left hand at his hole. Brian didn’t need any more prep to take my hand. I easily slid it into his gaping hole. I paused at the entrance so that he could feel the width of my hand, and he moved in the sling to swallow the rest of my hand into his deepest recesses. Brian has a great hole with a tight opening that quickly opens up to a wider canal. A bend to the right lets you into his colon and that is where I was heading now. Brian sensed my plan and reached down to spread his ass open more for me. I was poking at his inner hole and got a few fingers through. Once he knew I was in his innermost spaces, he let go of his ass and picked up the poppers. A few sniffs and he was ready for whatever I wanted to deliver to him. I drove my fingers in and out of his inner chamber, making the opening expand even more. Eventually, I had all of my fingers massaging his colon, which made him moan and writhe around in pleasure. His cock pumped out some cum, and I saw Lance lean down to suck it up. It looked like Brian had been sucking Lance’s cock while getting fisted. Knowing him, he was probably also playing with Lance’s hole too. The time had come for Lance to be in the sling, so Brian got out after I put the Gape Keeper back in his ass, and Lance got in. I gave the stool over to Brian and was reminded of the Lotus plug in my ass when I stood up. But now, it was Brian’s turn to work over Lance. I crouched down on the floor next to the stool to watch Brian’s work and saw that Brian’s largest Mordax toy was laying there. That must have been what was in my ass earlier, so I took out the plug and slid the longer and thicker Mordax into my hole to enjoy while I watched.

Chapter 2 – The Darkness Brings a New Guy Chapter 1 tells about an evening with Brian. We’re at his house, out by the creek, with his sling hanging in a nearby tree. We’re spun and have both had various things in our asses. We’re heading back to the sling after blowing some clouds. We set the lanterns on the ground and hung two in a tree. The whole scene was great, with the soft light from the lanterns and the sound of the creek. We didn’t need to see each other; we only needed enough light to find toys, lube, and poppers. I got in the sling and laid back. The darkness was nice since it was almost like being blindfolded. I knew that Brian would make me feel good with whatever he did to my ass, so it was easy to just relax and enjoy the ride. He slid the plug that was in my ass out and then put Erebus back in. He fucked me with that for a bit to get my hole to open up again. This toy feels great inside since the ribs really rub all over my insides. He was twisting it as he moved it in and out, providing me with a full internal ass massage. But we knew that this wasn’t the end goal. Brian had more planned for my ass. He slid the dildo out and pushed his fisted hand against my hole. I moved forward a bit in the sling and felt his fist enter my ass. We like the stretch that comes from a fist entry, and Brian is very good at working his hand around to let me feel it all over. He spent a lot of time with the widest part of his fist opening me up. It felt great for me, and I reached for the poppers to add some more craziness to the ride. When he knew that the poppers had taken effect, he started on a twisting in and out motion with his fist. Brian switched over to his larger hand and entered me with that fist. Even the small difference in size was noticeable and added to the stretch. He’s really good at working me over, making sure there’s always enough lube so my hole doesn’t tire out too soon. While he was fisting me, I heard someone coming down the path. Brian heard it, too, and said, “That must be Lance”. We’ve played with Lance before, and it was great to find out he was joining us. He’s taller than me and has big hands. His body is covered in a soft fur, and he has a nice cock. Lance is in great shape, with a nice firm bubble butt. He has light brown hair and a full beard that feels great when he’s eating ass. Lance brought the pipe and torch with him and melted some crystals when he got to the sling. He blew a few solo clouds, then shared some with each of us. His beard is also nice when you make out with him or shotgun some T. Once he was spun and we were topped off, he started to lube up his hands. “Let me get into this ass,” he said. Brian got up, and Lance sat down on the stool. “You’ve opened him well,” he commented as his hand went into my ass. Lance’s hands are noticeably larger than Brian’s, and my ass definitely noticed the difference. He went in deep on his first thrust and prodded my insides with his long fingers, all while thrusting and twisting his hand. It felt really good. Lance fisted me for a while and had me really opened up. I knew that my hole would be gaping when he removed his hand, but we could fill that up with a butt plug. Brian lubed up the Lotus plug to shove in when Lance’s hand left my ass. Lance removed his hand, and Brian pushed in the Lotus, locking it in place in my hole. I love the feeling of fullness that this plug provides, and it’s fun to move it around while I’m sitting down while wearing it. I got out of the sling, and Lance got in. Even though I couldn’t see his ass, I could picture it in my mind. Nicely furred, with a dense mat around his hole. His hole is responsive to touch, and he has frequent assgasms while getting rimmed or fisted. Once Lance was in place, I rubbed my face and mouth all over his furry ass. His body hair is very soft and light in color, but there is a lot of it. It’s always alluring to see it get darker as it gets soaked in lube. His hole was pulsing in anticipation of the pleasure we would bring to it, and he almost grabbed my tongue when I was licking it. Lance has great control over his hole and was clenching my tongue when I started to penetrate it. Rimming was a prelude to what was to come. Brian was lubing up a toy for me to use on Lance, and when he handed it to me, I saw that it was Pegasus. It’s a girthy toy with a big head. Having ridden it before, I know that it feels amazing going in and then traveling through your ass. The head hits all the right places as it gets buried in your ass. Lance was going to love this! With the darkness, Lance didn’t have a clue what toy was going to be shoved up his ass. I rubbed the toy up and down his asscrack, teasing his hole. Then, I put the head at his entrance and started to push. This toy needs some force to get the head in, but the rest of the entry is easy. It’s a long one, so he’d feel it deep inside him. Once it was most of the way in, I saw Lance reach for the poppers. When he’s done poppers, he likes to work the toy or fist himself, so I knew that my role was to be a firm delivery mechanism for the dildo. I stood up to better stabilize myself in preparation for his movements. When the poppers hit, Lance started to rock back and forth on the dildo. Brian’s sling has springs on the straps that allow you to add some bouncing into the mix, and Lance was using that, too. He was riding the Pegasus like a pro, taking it deep before sliding it almost all the way out of his ass. It had to feel great for him. After the poppers wore off, he growled, “Fist me.” Happy to oblige, I pulled the toy out of his ass and made a fist with my left hand. I placed it at the entrance to his ass and pushed forward. He rocked forward on the sling, and my hand popped into him. He squirmed a bit as he realized I went in with a fist, but I knew he could take it. First, I went in deep, letting him feel my knuckles grazing his inner walls. I twisted and pushed, getting up to his second hole. Then, I flexed out my fingers, just wanting to tease his inner hole now. Next, I pulled my hand back into a fist and started to move out of his ass. I pulled all the way out, reentered, then rested at maximum stretch for him. This way, I could stretch his hole open for bigger things to come. I twisted my hand around inside him with small back-and-forth movements. Lance loves playing with width, and I’ve seen him take some truly huge toys in his ass. My work now was preparing him for the big toys or a double fist. I really worked over his hole until he called for a rest. At this point, we decided to move the party indoors. While being outside was alluring due to the darkness and nature sounds all around us, we could go into the studio and have access to more stable surfaces and a little more comfort. Getting the sling down was a bit of a challenge in the dark, but we got it done. It took a few trips to transport everything to the studio and set up again, but we made it happen. Then, we rewarded ourselves with some refreshments and more T.

Lucking bottom pig getting used like this - Oink! [think before following links] https://barebackbastards.com/24576/banging-a-new-bottom/

You agreed to those terms of service 1) every time you accessed the site from a new device (and when your cookies were deleted or expired), and 2) when you registered for the site. The fact that you repeatedly agreed to things without reading them is not our fault. Most people find this site through Google, and the fact that you can view most of the posts without logging in means we don't hide the fact that most posts on this site are public. Your failure to see the obvious is not our fault. The data protection act doesn't work the way you seem to think it does. We have no business presence in the UK, hence we do far more than is legally required.

I’m a bottom but I’ve … been grooming other bottoms to the path of cumwhore. Especially cheating husbands and boyfriends. I got one guy to have him Assup taking any load. I told guys he was cheating on his girlfriend and want anon cum to drip from his ass into his girl’s pussy while he fuck her. I got 9 guys to fucked him raw and bread him deep. They all wanted to contribute their seed to his girlfriend lol Some of them were bbcs that really rip his pussy up. He started to tap out but a few sniffs of the brown bottle relax him enough. I’m sure his girlfriend got some of those anon seed in her pussy. He said he was coating his dick with anon seed while pushing it out of his ass and onto his dick. Said he never felt her pussy so wet and want to try it again.

After I finished masturbating I feel straight to sleep exhausted from my flight. I woke up at what must have been the middle of the night. As I went downstairs I heard moaning coming from the living room. As I leaned my head in I saw the tv playing gay porn. Not just any gay porn either but really intense grimy stuff. Men were getting fisted, some had their cocks locked up, others were smoking or injecting things. On the couch sat my dad with his back turned to me. He was holding a cigar with one hand and stroking his cock with the other. As I watched I realized my cock was getting hard and I had the overwhelming urge to stroke it. I snuck back up to my room and tried pulling up some porn on my phone. To my surprise it seemed like all the straight porn had been banned so I resorted to watching gay porn. I soon realized the thing inside my ass was a butt plug. I kept pushing on it when I stroked sending waves through me. I eventually shoot another load to a video of a hairless man getting fucked by a big hairy one. When I woke up in the morning I was sweaty and covered in my cum. I went straight for the shower. It was in a shared bathroom between me and my dads room. As I got into the shower I noticed there was a weird tube attached to the wall, after looking at it a bit I realized it was a fleshlight. I purposefully ignored it wondering just how many sex toys were in this house. After my shower I got dressed and went downstairs where a bowl of oatmeal was waiting for me. “Made you some breakfast son” my dad said “it’s my husband’s special recipe, everything a boy needs” he was wearing another wife beater and jeans that were tight on his broad frame. “Uh thanks dad” I said as I began eating. It had a strange taste but not wanting to be rude I finished the bowl quickly. I got up to get a glass of water from the sink when my dad stopped me. “Not so fast son, our waters under advisory so no tap water. I’ll go get some more bottles today but there some in the closet” he said pointing at a closet across the kitchen. The water bottles were on the bottom shelf and looked like they might have been opened but I guzzled it down anyway. It tasted strange but I just attributed it to the oatmeal still stuck in my mouth. I went to sit on the couch feeling lightheaded and fuzzy. My dad walked up and said something I wasn’t paying attention to before leaving the house. After he left I turned on the tv wanting to watch something. However when I turned it on it started playing strange porn. I felt thirsty and grabbed another water bottle to drink as I tried to change the channel. The porn showed small hairless men getting fucked by big bears while wearing lingerie. It then switched to hairy men fucking each other. As I stroked my cock mindlessly to the porn I realized something, the one thing all the men getting fucked had in common was that their cocks were completely limp. I then felt that my cock was not only limp but maybe even smaller than normal. I gave up on my cock and began fucking my hole with the butt plug id left in me. I was bent over the coffee table watching the hypnotic video as I felt the pressure of an orgasm build up and explode out of me. The coffee table was now covered in cum and I knew I needed to clean it. The only way I could think to was to begin licking it up. My tounge ran across my slightly sweet cum before it ran into something crusty and bitter. I licked a bit more as the image of my father fisting his cock infront of the coffee table came to mind. The bitter crust was my father’s, but with my head spinning and the strange video filling my mind I didn’t care and kept licking the table clean.

Since I learned how to create a gallery. I can show off some of the alternative illustrations. The animated gif is still fairly low rez, but it gets the image across.

I was castrated yesterday 29/1/24 And gladly so next my penis temoved

As a cumdump I do not worry about if one of the guys fucking me will get hiv. We are all adults. If you are fucking raw and you are negative you should know there’s always that risk. I get fucked raw by random guys and I’m not responsible for their protection. You must know the risk. If not do not participate in cumdumps.

I’ve become obsessed with pussylips. I think it’s because the most sensitive part of my cock is the base, unlike many other tops who have the head as their most sensitive part. I am obsessed with pussylips. Other than breeding, finding pussyboys with nice lips has become my go-to fetish. I love to rub a nice set of pussylips with my thumb while my cock is sliding in and out.

I snuck out of my bedroom and out of the house arriving at Ahmed’s nondescript house just before 9pm. I knocked on the door and heard him call out ‘doors open slut, come on in’. As I pushed the door open and walked down the hallway I could hear two voices coming from the living room. As I rounded the corner an incredible sight greeted me. Ahmed massive muscular body was sprawled naked on the couch, a barely legal looking teen was between his legs wearing only a pair of bikini briefs. His tongue cautiously licking at Ahmed’s massive balls with a grimace on his face. ‘Come in Ben, this homeless fuck is just earning his dinner’ Ahmed called out. I looked at the 18 year old teen closer. He appeared to be a typical tatted skater boy who was down on his luck. The teen looked at me and tried to avoid my eyes. “If you’re busy, I can come back later” I stammered. “Don’t be stupid fag, we can talk whilst he services me” he replied. Ahmed turned to face the skater boy. “Make sure you get it covered in spit, you aren’t getting any lube when this goes up your arse”. “Please don’t make me do this in front of him” the skater pleaded. “Shut the fuck up and get on my cock”. I watched transfixed as the skater lowered his briefs, shyly trying to hide his growing cock. He went to straddle the muscular Arab on the couch. “FACE HIM!” Ahmed bellowed. The skater whimpered but did as he was told and turned to face me. “Lift your balls and give him a show” Ahmed ordered. I watched as the skater lifted his cock and balls to show me the thick brown Arab cobra line up with his tight teen hole. “Fuck yourself on it” Ahmed ordered. The teen took a deep breath and started to slide down the thick baseball bat sized cock. Tears started to stream down his face, from the pain or the humiliation I will never know. It took him about 3 mins to work his tight hole down to Ahmed’s balls. The teens stomach was distended showing the mammoth 11”cock deep inside him. After another minute of so he started to lift and lower himself on the baton, fucking himself on the thick Arab pole. Ahmed for all this display sat calmly on the couch, whilst the red faced teen did all the work trying to get Ahmed to climax so he could be done and get out of there. Ahmed turned back to me “I want to speak to you about your brother, I have seen him around school and want to get to know him better”. “My brother?” “Yes, I want to fuck him and you’re going to help me” he replied. I couldn’t believe Ahmed was interested in Jake. Jake was my younger brother, having only just turned 18. But Jake had been born deaf and mute. Despite these handicaps he had excelled at school and was on the swim team. This had given him an incredible body and a perky ass. “Please leave him out of this” I pleaded. “If you don’t help me, I’ll out you as the Poz slut you are too the whole school” I slumped, knowing that I didn’t have a way out of this. At this moment, Ahmed grabbed the hips of the teen riding his cock and slammed him all the way down to his balls. I watched as Ahmed’s balls tensed up and began to pump load of hot Arab cum into the obscenely stretched skater boys ass. “Noooo!!” The teen shouted when he realised that thick loads of cum were being pumped into his fertile body “You promised you wouldn’t cum in me!”. “I lied” Ahmed replied as he shoved the still shocked teen off his cock and on the floor. The shell shocked teen was still shaking on the floor when Ahmed got up, threw $20 at him and a bunch of tissues. “Get yourself something to eat slut, and wipe up your bleeding hole before you stain my carpet. Now get the fuck out of my house”. The sniffling teen tried to plug his ruined hole with the tissues and mop up the torrent of thick cum dripping down his leg. As he shuffled to the door Ahmed went to show him out. “I hope you are on PrEP bitch, otherwise my Poz babies are going to be with you for life” Ahmed gloated. I saw the teens eyes go wide, as the door slammed in his face. Ahmed turned to me. “This time next week, I’m going to be balls deep in your brother”.

Rearthmtms, I was a little surprised to read your remarks, but reviewed the story to see if I over-looked numerous errors. I would agree the story is not as well written as many, but bear in mind, I didn't write the story, and we have no idea who did. The writer may have specifically been striving to emulate the subjective style of J. D. Salinger rather than the sophistication of Hawthorne. I suppose the writer may also simply possess 'a middle school education' and this is the best he could write. Don't know, don't really care. I transcribed this story (and indeed all of them) from another dying site on the 'net, limiting my edits to the most egregious errors. Sorry you didn't like it, but for that matter I didn't like J. D. Salinger, and when I reached my tolerance threshold I simply put down Catcher in the Rye and went back to Hawthorne and Melville.

*****WRITER'S NOTE: This story contains bits of cross-dressing/sissy hypno stuff. I know not everyone enjoys that sort of stuff, but its one of my kinks, and it comes out a bit here. Other than that, enjoy! If you want to see more of this tale, let me know, since I have a lot more scenes I wish to write to add to it. Also note that as this progresses, I took the wrote of 'unreliable narrator' , so as my character progresses through what you'll see happens, just note that I'm writing as he understands it. Hopefully its creative and you like the style. ***** "Bottom seeking top for fun tonight. Newish to the scene, but willing to learn and enjoy male on male fun. 6'3" 180lbs geeky build, white, 35yo, 7" if that matters. Have no hangups on race or age, though I tend to like older tops. HMU." This was the ad that I posted, on a very boring afternoon. I was horny, having split from my wife nearly a year ago. I had fantasies about sex with men, and watched a lot of porn and really got into it. I felt more at ease wanting to get fucked, even playing with toys. As much as I enjoyed fucking girls, I just didn't find fucking another guy all that interesting. But seeing a cock sliding in an ass, wishing it was me, really got my horniness up. But other than some fooling around in high school with a guy at work, I never messed with guys. I was on a4a and a couple of other sites and apps. I cruised through profiles, as I waited for someone to respond to my ad or even my various hints of attraction. After a half-hour, I got a few replies. I checked the messages and then looked at the profiles. One interested me. A black guy (which was a fantasy all to itself), in his 40s, who said he was all top, loved white bottom bois, and could host. His message was brief, just wanting to know if I might be interested and to know a bit more about me. His pics were hot, with him being bald with a little bit of a goatee. Not a lot of body hair. And what looked like a sizable 8" or more cock. My horniess got to me and I responded back, explaining "I hadn't been with a guy in ages, and that was just some mutual jerking off and sucking the guys cock. I was bi-curious, just because I had been with plenty of girls and had been married, though now divorced. I had been fantasizing about being with another man, and had been watching lots of gay porn. I saw myself as being the bottom, and wanted to try doing that with someone, especially if they could teach me the ropes. I was pretty open-minded to a lot of stuff sexually, and that I was used to playing with toys on myself. But really wanted to feel the real thing, though safety first. I'm Keith btw." A few minutes later, he responded. "CeeCee. Not sure if you like black men or not, but as your profile and ad said, you have no hangups. I really like white bottoms, and love to teach them how to enjoy sex with men, especially black men. I hope you really don't have racial hangups, cause you're cute and I can see having a lot of fun with you. I can host at my house, got toys, lube, all sorts of porn, both gay, straight, whatever. I'll teach you everything you want to learn and probably some stuff you never thought about. Just want you to have an open mind." My dick got hard reading that. I wasn't sure what all he meant, but it was exciting me. I replied back. "Definitely interested. I just need an address and a phone number. I'll start to get dressed and such." A minute later, I got his response of his address and phone number. I popped it in my phone and sent CeeCee a message. I asked if needed me to bring anything, besides my toys, lubes, condoms, and poppers. He said that was fine if I wanted, but he had everything we'd need at his place. Just to come on over. He was excited to meet me, and hoped I was too. I told him that I was, as I was rock hard and really wanting to play. He just sent back a smiley face. It took me about 30 minutes to get to his place. He had messaged me a few minutes before I got there to park on the street outside his house. His house was just a regular run of the mill house in the suburbs, with not too many neighbors, lots of trees and such blocking views from what I could tell. I quickly got out and walked up to the door. I nervously knocked and then waited. I heard him unlock the door and open it. And there he was. He was just slightly shorter than me, but very much as his profile and stats said. And was very handsome. He had just a tank top and a pair of basketball shorts on. I could slighly see his bulge through them. He greeted me with a handshake. "Keith?" "Yep, CeeCee?" I stupidly reply, shaking his hand. He ushered me into his living room, closing and locking the door behind me. "Wow, you really are cute. Yeah, gonna have some fun with for sure." CeeCee said, eyeing me up. I slightly blushed, not really used to being called cute, but this was a whole new experience for me. "Come, let's go to my bedroom, get comfortable, talk a bit, and see what happens." "Sure." I meekly said, as he directed me through his house. Down a short hallway past a bathroom, was his master bedroom. He had a large king sized bed, with the covers off it, along with a mountain it seemed of pillows. A large 50" TV was mounted across from it with some interracial gay porn playing on it. I saw bottles of lube, poppers, and toys out on a dresser by the bed. "Sit." I put my bag down near the bed, and then got on the bed. He slid in next to me, and put his hand on mine. "So, let me get this straight. You've never really been with another man, and you want to bottom? You're bi, bi-curious, been with girls, been married, now divorced?" "Yep, divorced. Been alone and well horny for almost a year now. Started watching porn to past the time, slowly going from straight to gay, and just wanted to finally experience it." "Well hopefully you'll experience a lot today. So let's just go over some stuff. I want to figure out what your limits are and to know what all you want to get into. I mean, we don't have to do anything you don't, but I'm very willing to teach you." "Sure, what do you want to know?" "Kissing, making out?" "Yes." "Sucking? Getting sucked?" "Both, though I'll be honest, its been a while since I did any sucking, and well my toys don't look as thick as yours." "No worries. Rimming, eat ass?" "I'm game to have it done to me, and I used to love doing it to several girls that let me." "Well you said you want to try bottoming, and that you don't really want to top, which works for me, I don't ever bottom to guys." "I love using my toys of myself, so wouldn't mind feeling the real thing. THough condoms." He kinda smirked a bit at the condom comment. "If you want me to use condoms, I will, but I prefer the real thing. I'm sure you barebacked plenty of girls, including your ex-wife. Trust me, its like that with guys too, even for bottoms." "Well you know, just worried about catching stuff, HIV and what not. I mean I saw on your profile that you were negative, so I trust you." He smiled a bit. "Yes, I'm negative. But just know if you're gonna put up ads and such online, you'll find not everyone tells the truth, and if you're gonna bottom, you'll run the risk regardless." "True." "Okay...let's see. How about dominant, submissive stuff? Think I could be like your master, you my little submissive fucktoy?" I kinda got hard with that last comment. It had been one of my fantasies, especially just thinking and believing that's how bottoms should be. "Yes. I'd like to try that. Though just don't be like overly mean. I hate those aggressive types that just hurt their slaves if they disobey. I want to obey you and serve you, so maybe like an even hand?" He chuckled just a bit. "Gotcha, gotcha. Cool. What about being tied up or restrained?" "SUre, I guess. I did a bit of that with my ex, kind was hot. So yeah maybe see what it's like the other way around." "I guess you're fine with any type of porn, so don't really need to go into there." "Yeah. I guess my only real limits I can think of is no scat, cause ew, maybe cbt, cause ouch, and maybe not leaving marks?" "That I can agree with. I'm glad to see you have an open mind, and well there's always lots of thing people don't think about doing sexually right away. I'll always ask, and if you don't want to try stuff, I won't force you." "Works for me." CeeCee got up from the bed. "Come, why don't you take a shower and get cleaned out, and then we'll have some fun. You do know how to clean out right?" "Yeah, I've done that before with kits and such." He ushered me into the bathroom. He got a towel out of the closet, pulled out a shaverazor and pointed to the soap in the tub. Attached to his showerhead was a long metallic hose. "Okay, cool. Well this is a showershot. It'll really clean you out, but be careful with it. Just turn the water pressure low using that nozzle, and also cool the water down, don't want it too hot. So do you mind shaving your cock, balls, and ass? I like my pretty bois to be smooth." I laughed. "I actually tend to shave it anyways, but couldn't hurt to make sure it's fully done." He laughed with it too. "Good, good. Oh yeah, lots of fun we're gonna have. Okay Keith, take all the time you need, and make sure you clean up afterwards for me, okay?" "Will do." I started to strip as he went to the door. As I got fully naked, I saw him checking me out with a grin on his face, before he shut the door. It took a bit to get used to the showershot, and once it was done and I felt I was cleaned out, I shaved as CeeCee instructed. He had a bigger tub and shower than I did, so I was able to reach a lot of places better. I then finished my shower, dried off, and made sure the tub was cleaned. I saw he had some mouthwash, so I did a quick swig. I was definitely horny to try kissing a guy. I put my clothes back on and went to his bedroom. He was laying on his bed, propped up by the mountain of pillows. He had taken off his tank top, and was showing a very smooth chest. He had also taken off his short and was wearing a very constraining pair of briefs. The outline of his cock was very visible, and definitely made me drool a bit just thinking about what I was about to start playing with. He smiled as he saw me enter. "Feel better?" He pointed to my bag. "Go ahead and strip down. If you want to be naked, you can. Up to you?" I blushed a bit, but did as asked. I made it a point to bend over as I pulled off my boxers. He could hear him slightly whistle, and it made me smile. I then crawled into bed next to him, feeling slightly nervous but excited. CeeCee put his hand on my hand. "So, let's just be clear on things. I think you're very cute and I definitely want to have some fun with you. I love that you want to be submissive, as I love dominating white bois. And the fact that you are inexperienced is icing on the cake. Cause I have such wonders to introduce you to. First, no means no if I ask you twice, got it? Second, if you're going to be my sub, are you willing to do whatever I ask or order of you, barring saying no if I ask twice?" I leaned a bit back, thought about it, and then agreed. "I'm fine with that. I feel that's my place, to be a submissive bottom boi for a hot dominant top. I'm willing to do what you want, and if I'm not comfortable, I'll say it." CeeCee smiled. "I just want to be clear about things. I have a lot to show you, and I hope you'll agree to trying everything we do today, and hopefully tomorrow. Got any plans?" I was a bit confused, since I figured this was just sex, which might be a few hours. But I didn't have anything planned for the next few days, since I was off from work. "I'm game. Sir? Master?" He chuckled. "Sir is fine. Alright, then one last thing. Ever done any type of drug?" I was taken back a bit. I hadn't even thought of stuff like that. I barely drank alcohol, and mostly just vaped cigs. Hell I hadn't done pot since high school, with my first girlfriend. "You mean like pot? I haven't done that since high school, and while I haven't been drugged tested for work, they do have random ones, though again, never had one." "Well see, I love to do some stuff that really enhances sex. Really brings out the lust, the horniness, and makes you feel amazing. Can even really show you what your hiding from yourself. Who you truly might be, sexually. I know you mentioned poppers, which aren't really a drug. Basically the stuff I have, its like being on poppers constantly, though using them with this stuff can be really fun too." I was a bit curious now. I hadn't really had sex with anyone since my ex-wife and I split. And I was horny but nervous. But here this handsome man wanted to teach me new experiences, even enhance those experiences. I was a bit conflicted about work, but since I appeared straighlaced at work, doubtful I'd even be tagged for a random drug test. "Okay Sir, I'm willing to try. I mean if you think it'll make my first time more memorable, then yeah let's do it." He smiled at me, and then pulled me in for my first male-on-male kiss. It was a basic kiss, but still hit a button. "Okay boi, that's what I'm going to call you. I'll ask again, are you willing to try some drugs with me? I'll explain how they work, and I'll make sure you're handling them well." "Yes Sir, I want to try." Ceecee clapped his hands. "Ooh we're gonna have some fun for sure." He opened the drawer to his side table. He pulled out a small black leather bag, a small mirrored-top tray, and then sat it on his bed. He then got up, opened a drawer on another cabinet, and pulled out another bag, along with a couple of glass bongs. He then sat back on the bed, pushing his stuff in the middle. He opened up the smaller bag and pulled out a small bag which looked like it had some white crystals in it. He also pulled out some pills. "Okay boi, see that mini-fridge over there? Go get some of the Gaterades I have in it, along with some bottle water." I did as he asked, as he pulled out more stuff from his leather bad. I handed him the bottles, which he put on the side table. I sat back down, watching him in awe, though my heartbeat in nervousness. I even thought to myself, what am I getting myself into? "So obviously you know about weed. I got some good stuff here that will defininitely wake you feel horny as hell, and slightly mellow you out. I'll pack it in a bit." He grabbed a couple of pills. "This is Molly, or Xtasy, MDMA. I'm sure you've heard of it too. Pop these okay?" I nodded, popped them in my mouth, and took a swig from the gaterade. "In about 20-30 minutes, you'll start to feel them. You'll feel a small little rush, like little waves of horniness hitting you. Kind of like how poppers can hit you. Then it'll start getting a bit stronger, till you peak out, in which you'll probably be very very horny. Trust me, it's great. You'll love it." He smiled. "MMm...that does sound fun. How long does it last?" I could feel a slight tingle happening, but was probably just placebo effect. "Bout a few hours, though you'll peak hard for maybe an hour or two. If you like it, I'll give you another one to top it off." He held up the baggie with the white crystals in it. "This is Tina. I'm sure you know it by another name. But before you start to back away, just know you agreed to this. Tina can be addictive, but you control it, not it controls you, understand?" I had heard the name. Tina or meth. But he was right. I agreed, and nodded. "It's meth, I get it. So what does it do, besides keep you up for days." CeeCee laughed. "It can if you do a lot, if you don't take care of yourself. But I will watch how you react to it, and I'll watch how much we do. But as to what it does...it gives you a lot of energy, makes you feel invincible, and really opens you up. You think you're open-minded now? Tina busts the door down in your little dirty mind and lets out all those things holding back your true self. When we get through, you'll have a new appreciation for life, for sex, for who you are. And Tina's gonna show you the way." He took out a few crystals, and loaded up into a chamber on one of the glass bongs. "Now you can do Tina in a few ways. You can eat, which most just do for that extra energy kick. You can snort it, which gives you a quick high, but it can hurt your nose if you do it wrong or don't crush up the crystals enough. You can smoke it, which we're going to do. You can also do a booty bump, which is when you insert some in your ass. Burns slightly, takes a few minutes to melt, unless we melt it in some water and squirt it up there. But once it hits, you get a stronger effect. You'll get super horny real fast. And the other way is slamming. That's when you shoot it up. Depending on the dosage, you get a rush that is heaven, and you'll...well maybe one day you'll try it. But for now, we'll smoke and see how you like it." I was a bit scared, but was slowly coming around. I also could slightly feel something going on. "Sounds fun." "Oh it is boi, lots of fun." He opened up the bigger bag and pulled out a small bottle and a small needless syringe. "This is the last thing we're going to try. Its called G or GHB. Basically its like having some of the feelings that alcohol gives you with a good bit of horniness to it. It'll slightly ease down the edge that Tina will give you, but it'll also loosen you up as well. Since you're new to all this, I won't give you a lot. Just becareful in the future. Too much and you'll pass out, even stop breathing. And never do it with alcohol, it'll kill you." He pulled a bit into the syringe, checking the measurement. "It's got a slight bitter, almost soapy taste. So you'll want to chase it down with the gaterade. Open up." I leaned over, mouth open. He placed the syringe and slowly squirted in my mouth. He was right that it had an odd taste. I quickly did a swig of my drink. "Ewk, yeah that's got a weird taste. So when should I feel this?" He did a shot himself, and then took a sip of his drink. "Maybe 20 minutes or so. Bout the time the molly will kick in, give or take. You'll kinda feel a bit drunk, but definitely will feel a bit more relaxed. But once we do some tina and some of weed, you'll be in heaven period." I purred. "Mmmm...well let's keep going." I was starting to feel more horny, so the molly was starting to hit a bit. He put the bottle of G on the bedside table, along with the tray and bags. He took out a larger lighter, and clicked the flame to life. "So with smoking tina, we have to heat it up a bit. Now you can smoke it with a pipe, which I don't like to do. I prefer bongs or bubblrs. You get a smoother hit and the effect is much better. Now I'll do the first hit to show you how do it, and then I'll have you do a few hits, okay?" I nodded. "Now, when you're about to take a hit, I want you to push all the air out of your lungs, got it? Just breathe out. And then you'll put your lips on here, and then I want you to slowly inhale and don't stop until you feel like you can't inhale anymore. Then let it out quickly, don't try to hold it in. You'll kind of waste it, in a way. It's not like pot." He waved his torch around the bulb, and I could see the crystals making a puddle, little clouds starting to form. He pulled off, letting in cool, then back to heating it, as he took a bit. He then exhaled a cloud towards me. "Ready?" I emptied my lungs, reached to help hold the bong, and pressed my lips to the shaft. Slowly I inhaled, feeling the tina hitting my lungs. I kept going and going, and heard CeeCee say "Exhale." I let out a big cloud. And felt a small rush of energy, like my head was sparkling. "Good job. Again." Exhale, inhale. He pulled off, as I let out another big cloud. "Doing good boi, doing good. Sir is gonna bring out the slut in you tonight." He did a hit, longer than his first one. I watched in awe, as the horniness and energy kicked in. He then waved me to come closer, and he kissed me, opening my mouth to exhale. I inhaled and then let it out once he pulled away. "That's called shotgunning, which Im sure from smoking weed you've done." "Oh yeah. Whew. Oh I can definitely feel that. Like I'm tingly and horny, and just wow." My cock was starting to get hard, and I could slightly feel the waves coming on as well. "I think the molly is kicking in as well." "Good, good. Let me pack this weed real fast then." He pulled out a packer and a small bag of weed and started on that. I turned my attention towards the porn. My hands unconsciously feeling up my chest and nipples. I hadn't been this horny ever, even with doing heavy hits of poppers. My energy was through the roof, like I could run a million miles an hour. And I was really focused on the porn. Was a black guy with a very large cock pounding away at a white guy. My thoughts drifted to wanting to be that guy, and I whispered to myself 'soon, soon you'll be fucked by a big black cock." "And that's the other effect of Tina. You'll talk a bit, but its okay. Let it out. Nothing you say will weird me out, I love hearing guys on tina talk about fantasies, kinks, things they'll never really say out loud. That's the power of tina. Here, do another hit for me." CeeCee said, snapping me out of my thoughts. "Yes. sir. I want to do anything for you." I purred out. I could barely believe I said that, but I wanted it. I truly felt it. I crawled over to him, as he held the bong up. He lit the torch, and told me to hit it. Exhale, then the slow inhale. I wanted more, so I kept on a bit more, before pulling off to exhale out a large cloud. The lighter clicked again, so I did another hit. CeeCee smiled, and in my mind, he looked like a fucking onyx god. I felt more aware of his presence, his masculinity. He didn't even seem gay, like I couldn't picture him wanting to be with men. But here he was with me, this boi who wanted to experience sex with him. His chest was starting to sweat, his nipples hard which I wanted to play with. And his cock...I could see it hardening as it desperately tried to be contained. "That's what I'm talking about. You're going to be such a slut for me and you don't even know it." He put the tina bong down on the table, and picked up the bong for the weed. I started to touch his legs, the first time I actually made a move. I was horny and I was wanting him. I could feel the molly kicking in, as the waves were getting stronger and I was lost in various erotic thoughts. I started to kiss up his legs, which he spread his legs a bit for. I kissed and licked up his thigh, as I knelt in between his legs. I brushed my lips against his bulge, smelling his manly musk. I kissed and licked along the outline of his cock, and just wanted to free it so I could suck on it. I could tell he was getting hard, and he was going to be thick and large. I licked and sucked along the head, back down to his balls. "Yeah, that's my slut. You're getting there. All nice and pliable. I'll have you sucking my cock, my big black cock, and you'll be in white boi heaven. I'm gonna make you feel like the gurl you know you want to be." His words hit a button in my head, and I knew him to be right. I had watched popper videos that talked like this though it didn't quite do a lot to me. But now I was craving that. Yes, I wanted to be his gurl, his bitch. I wanted to worship this man, suck his cock, taste his cum, let him fuck me. Let him fuck me. Yes, let him fuck me, let me feel his cock inside me. Let him pound away at me. I want to feel him in me. Yes, I want to feel him breed me. My thoughts were all over the place about this. I wanted to be safe, but in my lust-driven mind, I didn't care. I wanted to be whatever this GOD wanted me to be. I wanted to be his. "Anything you want CeeCee, sir, master. I'll do anything you want. I am yours." My words came out slightly slurred, probably the g from what he was saying would happen. I pulled myself up a bit, though I kept one of my hands rubbing his cock, while the other was tweaking my own nipples. I was so fucking horny, just lost in thoughts of sex sex sex. "Oh I know slut, I know. And I'll have you doing a lot of things you probably didn't think about wanting to do, or fantasizing about. I'm gonna keep you high and horny and I'm going to turn you into a white fucktoy cumslut. I may even take you out and have you enjoy other men using you. Sound hot to you?" "OH fuck yeah sir, oh that sounds hot. You want me sucking other cocks, getting fucked. Fuck yeah, I want all the cocks. All the cocks fucking me. I want yours fucking me master." The words just rolled off my tongue. I knew them to be true, to be what I wanted. I was so fucking lost in horniess. CeeCee hit the bong, then held it, before pulling me into shotgun it. I held it for a bit, before letting it out. He then turned the bong to me, lit it, and I did a deep pull. I held it before having to cough. I could feel it hit really hard. He did another hit, then shotgunned me again. "One more my slut, one more." I hit it again, and held it longer, before letting it out. I rolled over to lay back a bit, as I felt the molly, tina, g, and weed hitting me hard. I was extremely horny, slightly drunk, very energetic but mellowed, and I just felt amazing all over. My hands were all over my body, my cock hard, my nipples electric. Every part of me just felt like I could just burst with everything going on with me. CeeCee put the bong down, chuckled, and he got up off the bed. He pulled out a tablet, pressed a few things on it, and then handed it to me. It was starting to play a video. He then handed me a bottle of poppers. "I'm going to go get a few things, so I want you to do a few heavy hits of those, then just watch the video till I get back." "Yes sir." I slurred out, as I set the tablet on the bed. I unscrewed the top, exhaled, put the bottle to my nose, and slowly inhaled for a good 10-12 seconds. Exhaled, then again. And again. I put the top back on as the poppers began to hit me. I focused on the video. It was one of those popper videos that dealt with the sissy lifestyle. Of basically being a girl for a guy. Dressing up, being sexy, being a slut, being used. Flashing words, technobeat music, while scenes of various sex acts accorded. Mostly white females and white guys sucking and getting fucked by black men. I focused hard on it, hitting the bottle as instructed. I was so lost with everything in my system. I didn't even realize that CeeCee had come back until the video ended, almost 15 minutes. My mind was gone. Replaced with this new personality. This white cumslut fucktoy who needed to be sexy and dress up and worship her man, be used by him and other men. "Slut, I need you to put these one." CeeCee surprised me, as he stood at the edge of the bed. My black GOD was back, and he was commanding his slut to do his bidding. He pointed to some panties and stockings he had put on the bed. I didn't hesitate, I knew I had to do this. It was even easy to put on, like I was born to know to do it. They were lacy and black, with a hole in the middle, obviously for fucking my fuckhole. I rolled the stockings up and attached them to the garter belt. "Now stand up and come before me." I quickly got off the bed, though slightly stumbled due to balance being off. I walked over to my black master, and clasps my hands behind my back, meekly but lustly looking at him. He looked me straight in the eyes, into my soul. "Yes, there's the slut Im wanting to make. I told you I would bring her out, and I'm going to help you experience everything. Im going to teach you how to please a man, how to worship him. You're going to be used tonight. You want that slut?" I was so horny. Everything was taking over, controlling me. I wanted this. I truly did. I wanted to be his slut, to worship him, to be used. Whatever he wanted. "Yes my master. I want it. I want you. I want everything you want to do to me. I am yours." "You didn't have much a choice now." He smiled, evily. He went over to his dresser and pulled out what looked like clamps. He then walked back and attached them to my very hard nipples. The pain was bearable, but it nearly made me cum. "Oh you like that huh? Yeah tina and molly tend to make bitches nipples sensative. These will do the trick for you. Plus you have those nice perky ones anyways." I still stood there, not moving, just lost in horny thoughts, even slight whispering some begging to do something. CeeCee leaned in close, caressing my check with one hand, as his other hand roamed my body. "You look damn sexy in those, especially with that little cute ass of yours. Your pics don't do you justice. But I'll handle that later. I know what you want and need to do now. You know what that is slut?" "Sir? I'm so fucking horny, I'll do anything. I want to please you, suck that big black cock of yours. I want to rim you if you want. Anything master, please." "That you will. Get those poppers, then come and kneel before me." He commanded. I quickly grabbed them from the bed, and knelt on the floor in front of him. He still had on his briefs, but they were barely containing his cock. "Take a hit, then another, and then beg for what you want. Like a proper slut." I hit the bottle 3 times, before putting it down. I looked up at him, picturing the most slutty girl look in my head. "Please my master, my god, may I please suck your cock? Let me worship this big black rod, please?" CeeCee smiled. "Yes my slut, worship this god's cock. Show me how a good gurl does it." He spread his legs slightly apart, as I reached up to feel it still encased. I kissed it, licked it, before reaching to pull it, It was thick, almost like a beer can, and nearly 9" long. The head was glorious, as I held the shaft in my hand. I leaned into lick it, as I pulled his briefs down, his rod slapping me in the face. I took hold of it and wet it with my lips and spit, before finally sucking it in. I was in lust, in love, with this cock. It was my world now. Suck it, lick it, worship it. I don't even know how long I was doing it. He held my head a few times, pushing me further down on it, while encouraging me to open my throat up. He somehow pushed me back against his bed and fucked my mouth. I licked and worshipped his balls. He even let me rim him which I loved doing, making him moan. We eventually switched to him on the bed on his back, with me laying in between his legs just drooling all over his cock. He encouraged me with words, belittled me, made me feel sexy and slutty all at the same time. I was his and he knew it. This was what I wanted, what I needed, who I truly am. After a bit, I could tell the drugs were starting to wear off a bit. He noticed, and asked me how I was doing. I told him I was good, great. He suggested a small break. Drink some water. Chill a bit. He switched the tablet to another video that he made me watch, though without doing any poppers. Same type, with a very hypnotic type feel to it. This was more catered towards getting fucked and used, and it really turned me on. He got off the bed and left the room, coming back a few minutes later with a couple of towels. He spread them on the bed, and told me to lay on top of one, on my back, but still to watch the video, and not pay attention to him. I obeyed like a good slut. As I laid there, I could feel him get between my legs. He start sucking my cock, while playing with my hole. I then felt his tongue, and he started to rim me. I moan in pleasure, not realizing just how much I would enjoy this. He told me to relax and just let him get me warmed up. He was going to rim me for a bit and then put in a toy start stretching me out a bit. He wanted my first feel of a real cock in me to not be too painful, considering his girth. He kept at it, occasionally finger me, and coaching me through letting him penetrate me. After a bit, I felt him slowly slide a toy in me. There was a slight burn to it, but I figured that was lube. He worked it in me for a few minutes, before switching to a slightly thicker one. I moaned as he pressed them into me, and I felt a sense of horniess coming back. He saw the reaction and told me he had slipped in some molly. He eventually left the last toy, a very thick plug, in me, before coming back to his side of the bed. "I think you're definitely enjoying yourself. How do you feel slut? Feel good? Feel good for your black god?" He smiled at me, as he picked up the weed bong. I was tweaking my nipples, staring up at him lustfully. "Very much master. I love this so much. I just want to feel this all the time, want to serve you, worship you. I want you cock in me so bad. THis toy is a bad tease." I could feel the molly hitting a bit faster, adding to what was already in my system. "Well we have some options. First though, we'll do a couple of good hits of this wonderful stuff here." He did a decent hit, and then shotgunned it with me. "Do a hit, hold it." I did as instructed, and held it a good long bit before finally having to let it out. Again he commanded, and I obeyed. "Now, we could smoke some more tina, get you pretty spun up. You'll be really horny, as you've seen." He sat the bong down, and reached into the leather pouch, pulling out two needles. "Or, we can really ramp this up. I told you about slamming, and I see that you really enjoy the tina. If we do this, you'll be under her spell for a while. You'll be so horny, especially if I time it just right as that molly I bumped you hits, that you'll be more than ready to get fucked by me. I will make you feel every bit that gurl that you know you want to be." I thought to the video he made me watch. The imagery was burning in my head. Be controlled. Let go my manhood. Be a gurl. Be used. Be fucked. Be bred. By black men. By all men. By master. I saw his cock, rock hard and solid, and I knew I had to give him my hole, his hole. There was no turning back. I was enthralled and wanted more. Needed more. "Please master, slam me. Take me, use me, whatever you want. I want this, need this." He grinned and then kissed me on the lips. "Like you had a choice my slut." The way he said it made my entire body tingle, with excitement and even more lust. "I already prepared these. So here's how it works. I'll tie you off, get your veins raised. Swab it, and I'll prick you. I'm sure you've had shots before. I only need you to tell me if it burns more than a second. Once I'm in, I'll draw it, make sure I get a register, and once that happens, I'll slowly push the slam into your vein. When it's all in, I'll pull out, pop off the tie. You'll put the swab on it, and then raise your arm above your head, got it?" I nodded. "Yes sir. And then what happens? How does it feel?" "Remember how after the first few hits of smoking tina, you got a ton of energy and got horny? Its like that but tens, hundreds time more intense. It'll start to rise, especially after you raise your arm up a bit. Everything will feel faster yet your more focused. ANd then when the rush hits, its bliss. You'll be overwhelmed with lust, you'll be begging for cock. You'll do anything I want to you because its pleasure and that's all you want. And well with the molly I bumped you, you're going to be in a whole other world." I was already feeling the molly kicking in, the waves of pleasure rolling over me. Now to know that I would be lost to even more of this, I knew I wanted to try it. And I knew it would lead me to getting fucked, which I desperately was craving at that point, especially with the thick plug he had in me. I stuck my arms out towards him. "Please slam me sir." "As you wish slut. No turning back anyways." He got up, went to his dresser, and pulled out a keyboard. He changed the porn on the big screen to straight interracial. He selected a long video of several black guys fucking a couple of very beautiful girls. I was enthralled, mesmerized. My brain wanted to be the girls working those big cocks. I also started to get up to start working his cock, but Ceecee stopped me before I could. "I know you're horny for my cock, but just you wait my fucktoy, just you wait." He had me sit up, and tied off my left arm. He turned on a lamp on his bedside table, and checked my arms for my veins. He had me make a fist a few times, and then felt up one he wanted to use. He took out a swab and handed it to me, and then used another one to clean the site. He then took one of the needles, popped off the top, squirted a bit to make sure no air was in it, and then looked at me. "Now once I slam you, and the rush hits, I know that you'll probably be a bit twacked out. I just want you to relax and let it take you. I'll be watching to make sure you're fine before I do mine. And once I do mine, I'm going to do everything I want to you, and you're going to love it. You're going to feel like one of those bitches up there, and that's all you need to be. Right slut?" "Yes my master. I'm just a slut that needs to be fucked and used." "Damn, I found a good one to turn." I really didn't understand what he meant, as the molly was getting stronger, and I was getting hornier. He pressed on my vein again, and then I felt the prick. I didn't even tense up, nor did I feel any burning, and he saw that I was fine, as he registered the hit. He started to push the tina into me, as he undid the clasp around my bicep. I felt him pull off, and I did as asked, placing the swab on the site, as I lifted my arm up. I coughed. My lungs felt a slight burn, and I coughed. I felt my energy spike up. My eyes started to slightly wiggle, as I watched the porn infront of me with heavy focus. Time felt like it was slow and yet I was aware of everything. I was speaking fuck fuck fuck, but it didn't even feel like it was coming from me. My entire body felt electric, and I could feel the toy in my ass, the clamps still on my nipples, and his fingers as he touched my chest. I looked into his eyes with lust and want, of obedience and submission. "That's it slut, ride the rush. Play with yourself, think about all that you want, and focus on the bitches on screen." I turned my gaze to the screen in front of me, transfixed. I watched as these huge black cocks just pounded into tiny white pussies, tits dangling and bouncing. I moaned that I wanted to get fucked, I wanted black cock in me, that I was a white bitch. My hands played with my cock that barely seemed to even be there. Every jerk felt electric all over, and I was just lost in the entire situation. I heard the snap of the clasp, and Master's moan as his rush hit him. He slid into the bed next to me, and pulled my lips to him. We started to make out, hands exploring. My hands went down his sides to his thighs, and finally on a very rock hard cock. His grabbed and kneaded my chest, pulling a bit on the clamps. That sent an amazing feeling of pleasure and pain through my entirety and I moaned in his mouth. I pulled off, looking at him like he was everything to me. I started to kiss down his neck, across his chiseled chest. I licked and sucked on his nipples, getting a moan out of him. I kissed further down, across his ab, as his thick dick twinged for me, precumming. I lapped it up, like it was the only thing I could drink from now on. I slowly moved my body around so that I was kneeling in between his legs, worshipping his cock, his balls. I licked and sucked, moaning like a true bitch in heat, as I took care of my Master. I seemed to have no problems getting it all the way in my throat, taking his nearly 9" beer-can thick cock all the way down without gagging. I looked at him for approval, and was met with equal lust. As I worked his cock, I could hear his words echoing in my ears. That he knew he had found the right white boy to turn into a black cock worshipping cumslut. That he would keep me high the next few days so that he could enjoy his new hole to pound out. THat he was going to call a few of his friends over later to tag team me. That I would never be the same after this and that today was the first day of my new life. I moaned as I heard all this, as I accepted this, as I wanted this. All I cared about was this cock in front of me, wanting to feel it inside of me. The begging for wanting to get fucked came gutterly from me, as I kept on working his rod. I was even absent-mindedly fucking the plug with my other hand. "Time for you to feel your Master's big black cock. Time for you to become a gurl for me." I heard him command. He pulled himself up off the bed to grab lube. He handed me a different bottle of poppers. He then started arranging the pillows in middle of the bed. "I need you to lay on top of these pillows, and then lean down, arching your back up, legs spread." I did as Master told me. I had a full view of the screen. He was changing the porn. THis time it was of just a black guy who looked some what like my Master, and a white guy, though he was wearing stockings and a garter like me. As the actors fooled around on screen, I noticed that the white guy actually had tits, and I was actually watching a black guy with a white shemale. I was really turned on suddenly by it. I felt Master climb back on the bed, getting behind me. He adjusted me a bit to match the slight differences in height. He then pulled out the plug, which left me feeling totally empty, which I moaned as he withdrew it. "Soon enough slut, soon enough..." I heard a bottle being opened, and then the slight cold of liquid being poured around my hole. Fingers pressed in a few times, more lube. He pulled himself a bit closer, slapping my ass with his cock, rubbing it up and down and teasing my hole. I was even slightly wiggling my hips in anticipation. "Slut, it's time. First, you're going to take several heavy hits of those poppers. You stop when I say to stop, and you hold that last inhale in. Then you're going to feel me press against your hole. your Master's hole." His thick head slapped across my hole, his bitch's hole, sending a buzz through my body. "Now start huffing bitch." I exhaled, pressed the bottle to my nose and inhale slowly for a good 10-15 seconds. Let it out, did the next nostril. Repeat. Repeat. Repeat. Repeat. On my eighth inhale, I heard him stay stop, as the first hits started to want to take hold. I knew from experience this was gonna fuck me up, but I was in a whole different situation. I felt that head press against my hole, and I started to exhale slowly, as my ass opened up. Master's cock pushed in slowly, expanding my ass a bit more than the toys he had used on me. He slid back and forth a bit, inching further and further with each thrust. My horniess was kicking in exponentially between the slam, the molly hitting it high points, and the heavy hits of these stronger poppers Master made me us. Master pressed further and further in, with each thurst of his black rod making me moan. "That's it baby, take that cock for Master. Oh yeah this ass is tight and so good. Master's going to teach you how to use it. So good.." Master moaned, his fucking starting to get faster. He held one hand on my hips as he thrust into me. I was only able to moan out incoherent words, my brain so melted by everything in me. Faster his pounding sped up, deeper into me. I held on dearly to the bed as his fucking got stronger. I was lost in time with how long this pounding Master gave me. "Fuck me...harder...more..." I could barely utter the words, but its what my body wanted. I wanted to feel his black god cock inside me, as deep as possible, as hard as possible. I wanted to be like the stupid white bitches in the videos, because I knew in my heart, that was my fate. Fuck toy. Cock slave. White bitch for black meat. "That's what Master likes to hear. You even sound like a bitch now, so sexy my little sissy." He slowed his fucking of me and leaned down, grabbing a bit of my hair to pull my head back. He turned my head towards him, and I could see the lust in his eyes. "Now I want you to hit that bottle hard. Heavy hits. Deep hits. I'll tell you when to stop, and when I do, put down the bottle, reach back with both hands, and grab your ass. I want you to spread your cheeks so Master can deep fuck you like the bitch you are." "Yes my Master..." I moaned out, my brain overjoyed. He let go of my hair, and I took hold of the poppers once more. Master's cock was still inside me, every so slowly fucking me. I heard the bottle of lube open, the icy wetness applied by his hand to my ass and his rod. Slight burning, but I could have cared less. One deep hit, almost 10 seconds. Another deep hit, 11 seconds. Another. I hit them hard and deep as Master ordered. I was starting to almost passout at 12 hits, when Master ordered me to stop. I held the last hit, as I put the bottle down. My brain was already feeling the first few hits, but now I was seeing stars. I exhaled as I reached back, grabbing my ass. I held on dearly as the lustful waves of the poppers hit. Master pulled all the way out, wiped his cock around the lube he had squirted down my crack, spat on his cock a couple of times, and thrust back in, all the way, even deeper as before. There was a very noticeable burning sensation, but I was so lost in the poppers and chems. Master pulled back almost all the way out, spat again, and thrust even harder. Every thrust seemed to push further and further into me, and was sending me into even more of a lustful state. It felt like he was hitting my very soul, my being, with the hard pounding he was giving me. My face was buried in the bed as I moaned from his assault on my ass. I felt Master grab my head, pulling it up so that I could watch the porn on his big screen. He growled intently as he fucked my ass like a piston. "WATCH THE VIDEO YOU STUPID WHITE CUNT! THAT'S GOING TO BE YOU SOON! I'M GOING TO TURN YOU INTO FUCKING TRANNY WHORE AND SELL YOU OUT LIKE SO MANY GURLS I'VE TURNT. WHAT DO YOU SAY, WHORE?" "THANK YOU MASTER! ANYTHING YOU WANT MASTER! USE ME! FUCK ME! BREED ME! I'M A WHORE!" "WHOSE'S WHORE?" "MASTER'S WHORE!" "YES YOU ARE..." Master continued to furiously fuck my whore ass. I was lost in everything, as more drugs hit my system. Time lost all meaning. I watched countless females get fucked, guys getting fucked, gurls like me getting fucked. I laid there staring wide-eyed, twacked out, sniffing poppers, as this ebony god, this beautiful fantastic tyrant, this amazing handsome Master, fucked the ever living hell out of my pussy. Occasionally he would pull out, make me suck his cock off with his cum from breeding me, and then flip me over on my back and fuck me more. He pulled on the clamps, he'd slap my face, he'd choke me. He made me cum by fucking me and hitting my prostate. He had me so enthralled, and I loved every minute of it. At some point, I seemed to have been so far gone between everything he gave me, that I passed out. I woke up to a nearly dark room, laying in bed. A collar was placed around my neck, and I had restainsts on my wrists, though I could still move my arms. Master was sitting in a chair, watching porn, though I could barely register what was going on the screen. I was feeling very sore for the most part, slightly groggy, with a massive headache. "There's my little gurl. I was a bit worried after a bit, but you seemed to do fine." He got up from the chair, came over to the bed, and laid down next to me. "I hope you had fun, though there's more to come." My mouth responded before my brain. "As you wish my master. I am yours." My brain screamed in shock that I would say that, but the rest of me knew my place. Master leaned in near my ear, whispering "Prove it." EVen as my brain tried to tell my body to stop, I leaned over, my hand grasping Master's thick rod, and I easily took it into my mouth. Moaning, as I worshipped it. Loved it. Needed it. As I tasted his precum, my mind started to sync with my body, and I knew my place. Cock slave. Cumslut. Whore. "That's it baby, that's it. Know your place. Yes...worship that cock. Be a good gurl, make Master cum." I did as told, as good gurl. The mantra of my fate echoing in my head. My mouth was his to enjoy, to use. I was his. My fate...sealed. It didn't take long before I felt his warm cum hitting the back of my throat. I eagerly drank it down, not even letting off his cock. Once he stopped squirting this nectar, I pulled my mouth off and then became to lick his rod clean. All while moaning as this pleasured me inside. I leaned back, and looked at him for approval and next command. "I am yours." The words echoed from my mouth. "Yes, yes you are." Master said, smiling at me. I was his.

I have preferred boxers since high school especially playing sports. I have started to test the waters wearing a jock though everytime I slip one on, I immediately spring to attention.

Jason had been flicking through the second hand rubber pages looking for a bargain. The idea was to subtly get a wardrobe together on the quiet, especially as most of the shops had been closed due to the pandemic. He clicked on one seller, who seemed to have all manner of gear for sale. Having messaged the seller a few times, and realising that he lived a few stops away, he’d decided he’d go and pay him a visit himself. When Jason reached the address he was a bit nervous. He knew the seller had an online profile and had always marvelled at how hot the rubber looked on him. As he was let into the block, he made his way to the seller’s flat. He could smell the horny scent of rubber and leather from in the hallway, and his cock started to twitch. “Hi, you must be Jason” “Yes, you’re, um, PigTop yes?” “Hahaha. Yeah, for now you can call me Steve” As Jason ventured inside Steve’s flat, he was overwhelmed by the scent of the gear. He could see a sling set up in one badly lit room, and thought that Steve was obviously a keen pig. “You said I could try some bits on” “Sure mate, can I get you anything? Fancy a beer?” “Bit early for me, but fuck it – we’re all furloughed so it won’t matter” Steve smiled as he went into the kitchen, leaving Jason to take in the surroundings… “Wow, you really do have a lot of gear” “Yes, I do. I’d been running a series of online auctions to clear some of it. A lot of it belonged to my ex who is no longer with us” “Sorry to hear that. How did he go if I may ask” “Health issues mainly, which weren’t helpful when he picked up this bastard covid” “Oh shit. Sorry to hear that” “Well we’d been a couple up until last year, but he left me this place in his will so I thought I’d let my fantasies take over and enjoy the new freedom” “Gosh, sounds really hot. I’d love to be able to live like this” Steve handed Jason the beer, which he took a swig of. It wasn’t a taste he recognized but found it refreshing nonetheless. “Right. What sort of thing were you after? A full suit yeah?” “Yeah. Thought I’d take the plunge and just need to know how it fits and feels” “Well I have a few. Why don’t you strip off and we can see if anything fits” Jason took no time in undressing. A bit flushed and light-headed, he was soon standing naked surrounded by a room of rubber gear. Mostly black, but with bits of yellow, red and brown detail on each outfit. Like a kid in a sweetshop, he didn’t know where to begin and picked up a yellow rubber full suit. “Hehe. Piss pig, yes?” “Well, um, I don’t know. I like what it represents but never tried piss” “Oh Jason, you should. Nothing hornier than pissing on a guy and marking my territory” Jason just nervously smiled at that remark and begun to slide himself into the outfit. Feeling a bit dizzy as the horniness of the moment and his increasing drunkenness(?) How come he was drunk? Steve helped Jason into the suit and soon Jason was looking like a true piss pig. His hard on was now unmissable. “I can see you’re agreeing with the suit judging by your cock” “Um, yes. It’s very horny. I like it” “You ever been pissed on, boy?” Jason was taken aback, and this sudden change to being addressed to as ‘boy’ was starting to affect his mind. “Um, no. What’s it like?” With that, Steve dropped his tracksuit bottoms to reveal he’d been wearing black rubber leggings beneath him. Jason suddenly felt very horny. “I’ll give you a glimpse boy. Kneel” With that, a horny and confused Jason went to his knees and before he realised, Steve had fished his cock out and was aiming it at Jason’s face and let forth a stream in his direction. Jason felt as hard as ever as Steve pissed over him. This wasn’t how he usually behaved, but for some reason the horniness was overriding everything. As Steve finishing pissing, he bent down to Jason and kissed him. “There you go. Wasn’t so hard to turn you into a piss pig was it?” “Um, yeah. I guess not. That was hotter than I expected” “Thought you’d like it boy. What about checking out some more gear for me?” Jason was a little confused. He’d come here to buy some gear. Not a session. Especially not a session of new experiences. “Um, yeah. That was horny. I liked that” “Thought so, boy. Here let me suggest an outfit you might soon never want to take off” Jason smirked. He’d love to be in that situation. Living in gear seemed a hot prospect. Steve held up a black suit. “What about this one – I’m sure you’ll soon love it” Jason looked at the suit – it was black with a bit of yellow detailing. “Yeah, um, sure” Steve lubed up the suit and knelt down to help Jason into it. “You’ll soon feel part of something in this, boy” Again, Jason was finding all this too good to be true. Steve was a true pervert and a gentleman, and yet even when he’d pissed on Jason, it felt good to let this man take care of him. As he slid his arms into the suit and adjusted himself, Jason was feeling hornier than ever.# “Ah yes boy. That looks fantastic. A true pig. Let me show you how you look” Steve pulled out another mirror so Jason could see the whole of the suit. It was then when he noticed the biohazard symbol on the back. His cock instantly got firmer. “Oh yeah, that looks great boy. You were made for that” “Um, yeah. It’s very horny but I’m not sure wearing this out would be wise. I’m not poz. I don’t know if I should…” “Yeah but look how hard your cock is boy” This was true. Jason had never been harder. Something about wearing an outfit like this turned him on so much. Just as Jason was starting to think and feel dirtier thoughts, Steve removed his t-shirt to reveal a rubber vest. It too, had a biohazard symbol on it. It had the effect on Jason. Making him harder than ever. “Looks like boy has an interest in the biohazard symbol, eh?” Steve took Jason into the playroom so the pair of them could look at each other in better light, if anything. Steve had noticed Jason had finished his drink, which seeing as he’d slipped a pill in it, was good news – Jason, the boy was now his. “Oh my boy. You don’t know how horny you look in that suit. I want to jump you” “Thanks Steve. It’s true, I didn’t think I’d feel this horny” “Oh I can get you hornier, boy” And as he said that, Steve began to stroke Jason and the pair of them began to kiss again. Jason, somewhat amazed at his forwardness started to nuzzle at Steve’s body, nibbling his tits and – after Steve had passed him some poppers – was beginning to lick at and worship Steve’s biohazard symbol on his chest. “Good boy. I think it’s about time you learned what joy this suit can give you” Steve pushed an increasingly cooperative Jason towards the sling. Jason, for his part, pulled himself into the sling and got comfortable. “Ever been fucked, boy?” “A couple of times, but nothing special. Not in a sling anyway” “Well it’s turning into a day of firsts for you isn’t it?” Jason obliged and let himself get strapped in. Had he had his wits about him, he’d have got out of that sling and out of the flat sharpish. He’d been pissed on and was about to be fucked while wearing a biohazard symbol on his back. However the idea of it was turning him on far more than the hope of escape did. As Steve secured Jason into the sling, he stuck more poppers up Jason’s nose. Knowing full well he’d got him exactly where he wanted him. Jason was starting to feel hornier than ever. Bucking his arse and now seemingly hungry for whatever Steve had planned. He then felt the zip being undone at his arse. “yes boy, by pissing on you I’d staked my claim on you. Marked my property. Now I’m going to help you earn that suit properly” Jason was whirling in a state of horniness and wonder. Inside he knew that this wasn’t probably his wisest move, but he was in no state or position to change that now. Steve had started fingering an increasingly hungry Jason’s hole… “Nice and tight. Let’s sort that out” As Steve started to push his cock into Jason, he sensed a hesitation – the mix of trepidation and fear that he noticed in all his pigs. If anything, it was turning Steve on more. “Yes boy, let me in. Accept your reward. A gift, even” Jason was in ecstasy at this juncture. All reasonable thoughts and guards were abandoned now. He was getting rawfucked by a guy aka PigTop, and the pair of them were wearing poz rubber gear. He’d have run if he could, quite honestly. Steve worked his cock into Jason, striking up a rhythm almost. “That’s it boy. Enjoy this. Savour every moment. I think you’ll soon realise what you really came here for” Jason was all over the place. He didn’t want, or expect, this. “Please… No… I don’t want… oh God” “Relax boy. Boss knows what’s good for you. Boss is going to open your eyes and mind to a whole new world of pleasure. Tell me what you want” “I… I don’t want to… argh oh god this feels fantastic” “Hehehe. My poz precum is giving you the hunger you crave. Accept yourself. Accept your destiny” “Oh yeah. Oh God. Fuck. Yes. Fuck meeee” “Good boy. Let Boss recycle you into a dirty toxic rubberpig” “Fuck… yes… tox… Oh god…” “Tell me what you want boy” “I want… this. Steve. Help” “I’m afraid Steve can’t be reached at the moment, but your new boss TopPig is available. Boss knows what you want” “Yes… Boss… It’s true. I feel so good” “Good boy. Boss is going to help you become a true pig, boy. You need to beg your boss though” “Please… boss… don’t argh. God I feel so good.” Steve stopped briefly to administer more poppers to Jason. And felt his forthcoming pigboy’s arse muscles clench hard on his cock “Yes boy. That’s the spirit. Now, tell me what you want” “I want your cum, boss. Please. Feed me your cum” “Good boy, it’s toxic cum. It’s what you need. And soon it will take you over, boy” “yes Boss. Give me… toxic cum” “You’re on the road to becoming a pozpig, boy. I’m off meds and have a good hit rate of knocking up boys like you. Boys who need direction. Boys who need recycling into pozpigs” “Fuck yes Boss. Turn me into your pig, boss” “What sort of pig?” “A pozpig, boss. Give it to me” “As you asked so nicely…” Steve was breathing heavily and turned on, lasting a few moments until his toxic brew flooded Jason’s hole… “FUCK YEAH” “Oh fuck. Thank you Boss. Thank you” “Like that did you? I knew you would. Your cock has been straining against that codpiece. We’re all friends here now. How about I let that free for you?” Steve unsnapped the rubber codpiece and Jason’s cock sprung free and still as hard as ever. “What a tasty cock you have boy, why don’t you let boss help you milk out your last neg load as a reward” Before Jason could protest, Steve was seductively making a show of sucking Jason’s cock. Looking up to Jason in throes of ecstasy. He had done the job he’d planned to do. Just as his eyes met Jason’s, Jason erupted inside Steve’s mouth and Steve gobbled every drop. He then moved up to Jason’s face, and fed Jason’s neg load back to him via a long kiss. Pausing for a while afterwards, Jason was left lying in the sling. Acclimatising to his new predicament. Slightly panicking but also accepting what had occurred. Steve, or Boss, had tricked him good. But Boss had also opened his hole and mind and body to a new life. When Boss returned to the room, he began to unstrap Jason from the sling. Not before slipping a plug into Jason’s used hole to “allow the gift to do its work” As Jason got out of the sling, he knew that he’d turned a corner. The poz reprogramming began in earnest. He knew that he could quite possibly be poz now, and his cocked twitched at the thought. But also he was fearful. He was a mess of contradictions. He’d arrived to buy some gear and had now been pissed on, pozfucked and now plugged with a toxic load incubating inside him. “How do you feel pigboy?” “I’m horny but also nervous and well, wasn’t expecting this” “Haha, it’s understandable. I’ve seen many lads like you before. Mentally adjusting to their new desires and forthcoming predicament. If you want, I’ll knock £50 off the suit if you feel you want it. I must say it’s a horny, perfect fit on you” “Yeah, that’s cool. I think I might go for it. I mean, I’ve never felt so horny but also so wrong” “Only to be expected, boy. If you want, you can take it off and you can have a shower and flush yourself out if you’re nervous and you can get some pills to try and stop the inevitable, but I don’t think you really want that, do you boy?” “Um, no Boss. I… don’t” “Good boy. The suit is yours if you want it. You can leave here now with it and wank off about how horny and toxic you look. Or, I think I could probably tempt you into keeping it on a little longer and we can work more on your poz recruitment. I think you secretly want to become a pozbrother, don’t you boy?” Jason sensed that this could all be over and done with, but his new desires were beginning to overwhelm him. He walked over to his new Boss, knelt down and placed his cock into his mouth. After some sucking he pulled away and saw his Boss smiling. “Good boy. I knew you’d see sense. Let your Boss welcome you into the brotherhood”

I love this moment! Partly, because I really like the idea of Dalton getting slammed by one of his high school classmates, but also because I appreciate Tom telling him to "plunge some more meth into his veins." I appreciate the lack of euphemism. The word meth is used so seldom here that it actually has more power in those instances when it is used.

It's definitely *possible*. It's not highly likely, but there are a lot of factors that would be at play to determine the risk. If a top fucks you while he has any sort of cut, abrasion, or whatever on his cock, his risk is higher because of a more direct means for HIV to enter his system. If a top fucks you right after the unmedicated poz guys fucks you, he's at a higher risk than someone who fucks you hours later. It's certainly better for the non-poz tops if they don't fuck you at the same time as an unmedicated poz guy, but the odds of infection are still somewhat low - just not zero, and certainly not "negligible". One alternative might be to only let the poz guy(s) go last. Another thing to remember: you don't know what the status of any other top is. He can say he's on PrEP, he's UD, whatever, but you can't KNOW that for certain. That said, I think any top who barebacks in a bathhouse or sauna or whatever probably has to know the risks.

My well used hole oozing cum after getting used all night long by a nasty daddy top

Yes. She's wonderful, but I absolutely crave cum in both ends. I think this is true for a lot of men out there.

Love the granddad's

Disgusting young bug bucket looking for anyone to deposit rancid riddled fluids in my guts for absorption and infection