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Rick was a 24 year old top. He liked to fuck guys his own age. Very much into himself. He would tease older men with the promise that he would bottom bareback for them. Letting them text their fantasies on Grindr. Even trading nude pics. One guy in particular an older man named Gus, at age 56 was diagnosed with HIV. And put on meds to help make him undetectable. However the meds didn’t work on this particular HIV variant. Gus wanted to be able to fuck but didn’t want to let anyone know he was positive. Rick would flirt with Gus. Promising him he could shoot his loads deep into his ass. Gus grew frustrated with Rick. When he kept avoiding hooking up. That would change. One Sunday night Gus and Rick were at a bar. Gus spotted him. And went over to say hi. Rick recognized Gus. And they engaged in small talk. Gus even brought Rick a drink. Unknown to Rick. Gus put a roofie into it. Gus got Rick out of the bar and into his car. Taking him to his house.Gus put Rick on the couch and undressed him. Then he undressed himself. Gus rubbed Rick’s ass cheeks. Kissed him on the neck. Gus also played with his and Rick’s cocks. He fingered Rick’s ass. Getting a moan from him. Gus lubed up his dick and Rick’s ass. Rick was slowly awakening up due to the thrusting of Gus’s dick inside his ass. “Wait” Rick said softly. “I’ve waited long enough and I’m going to see that you keep your promise to me.” Gus got more aggressive with fucking Rick. Who was too weak to fight him off. Gus flipped Rick around to fuck him missionary. He wanted to see Rick’s face when he came inside the young man. “Ahhhh” Gus grunted. “I’m cumming inside of you!” “Take my hiv loads, you teasing bitch!” Rick pleaded. “Please no!” But it was too late. Rick had Gus’s loads inside him. And Gus put a butt plug into Rick’s ass to be sure his loads stay inside him. “I’ll have you arrested for assault.” Rick said. Gus without a word got his phone and showing him Rick’s text that he could fuck him raw. Rick knew then he would have no case. And Gus fucked him one more time and secretly recorded the second fuck. As evidence in case Rick decided to arrest him.

The pleaser

"The New Barber Part 2" I could hear a voice like it was in my head... distant and yet getting clearer as I focused back on the room. "You okay buddy" asked the man standing over me. Apparently I had dropped off the planet, he thought I was just very relaxed and carried on...he explained he sometimes has that effect on guys. As he leaned in there was a distinct odour, sort of rubbery and then I noticed under his shirt the black shiny material against his skin. I fidgeted trying to find my feet... but I was restricted somehow, the fucker had strapped me to the chair. As I started to struggle he stood back and grinning began to explain how my future visits to the Barber was going to play out. "You were very good in the chair" he explained I didn't know what he meant...then he guided my attention to a screen across the salon. A video started to play with this guy in a barbershop...my mind finally accepting what was playing out in front of me. "I gave you a little something to relax, and boy did you relax" As the video played I could see my limp body being hauled about, my legs being hoisted up and the Barber going to work on my body...my mouth went dry. "What the FUCK" "Sssshhhh he whispered, the good bit is coming up" At the side of the screen were all these names... the fucker was live-streaming his little performance. As I started to thrash around he turned grinning at my feeble attempt to escape. "In the time you were.... shall we say, relaxed. I got to work on some administration matters" "What the fuck does that mean you cunt " "It means you will come back to see me once a month" "LIKE FUCK I WILL" I yelled at him, my breathing now heavy with anger, panic and the sense that this wasn't over yet. "The reason you will be back is because I have cloned your phone, your contacts and even your bank details, you are quite careless having so much information in your phone" I felt sick....who was this cunt, and what fucking chance did I have of getting out of this. "Now, I'm going to let you up... but I have a live link to a mutual friend who has been given the instructions should anything occur in a negative manner towards me, the video will be released to your contacts" "There will be no safe place for you to hide your most excellent performance " "As you can see in the video, you took a pierced cock like a pro and even moaned like a whore when I pounded your tight little cherry " Words left me... I was beyond the ability to speak, understand any of this... yes I was gay, but few knew...who the fuck was this mutual friend??? As he unbuckled my restraints, he turned and handed me a glass of water..."Like fuck am I drinking that" I spat. "It's water... you are going to have to trust me" he growled "You don't really have a lot of options... do you?"

I'm very verbal when I've got a cock inside me. I've got a foul mouth and I expect the top to have one too. By being verbal I want him to know how much pleasure he is giving me. Likewise, as he fucks me I want him to tell me exactly what he is experiencing in the filthiest terms possible. Then, when he about to explode and ready to fill me with his seed I want to sense the build-up in the loudest way so that I can do everything in my power to make his orgasm as powerful as possible.

Had the house to myself last Monday night. I had been watching porn and sniffing from my brown bottle all afternoon while 'working from home', not to mention chatting with a bbc top on BBRT, so by the time I shut off my laptop I was ready for some loads. Unfortunately my BBRT top went quiet, saying he had to run some errands, so I decided to post on the apps and see what other trouble I could find. The first response I got on Grindr was from a 22-year old who recognized my pics. He informed me early in the conversation that he bred me at my last few gang bangs in late 2022 and early 2023. His dick pic sealed the deal and I invited him over. While I was waiting for him to arrive, my friend from two Mondays before (I call him the hole stretcher - see And Now My Hole Is Really Sore) messaged to say he was free and wanted another turn in my guts. I told him that I was waiting for someone who wanted to be alone with me, and his response was, "That's cool, I'll park at the plaza down the street and wait. Let me know when he leaves." Hot damn! I got a message from the 22 year old saying he was a few minutes away, so I unlocked the door, undressed and lubed my hole, then laid down on my stomach on the floor as he had requested. I took a big hit from my brown bottle as the door opened. I heard him kick off his shoes, then the rustle of fabric as he undressed. I felt his hands on my ankles as he pushed my legs together, then knelt down and straddled me. He leaned forward and supported himself with his left hand as his right guided his cock to my hole. Feeling my pucker open for the tip, he pushed forward gently before placing his right hand on the floor to stabilize himself. I could feel his warm belly brush against the small of my back as he shifted his weight forward and his cock slid balls-deep. He let out a sigh, loud enough that I could hear it over my own moan of pleasure as he filled me up, and then began to move his hips rhythmically. With each thrust he almost fully withdrew his cock before gently sliding it back inside me, savoring my velvet grip. After a few minutes of this he picked up the pace, and I knew he wouldn't last much longer. I started to encourage him, begging for his load in my hole, telling him that I wanted him to breed me like a slut. And in no time at all, that's exactly what he did. His cock jumped and pulsed as he pumped his load deep. At last, spent, he stood up. Being the good slut that I am, I spun around quickly and took his cock in my hand, guiding it to my mouth so I could savor the mixture of my ass and his cum. As I did so, I felt some of his kids slip out of me and down the back of my thigh. As he dressed, I grabbed my phone to message the hole stretcher who was waiting down the street, only to find a message from the BBRT bbc top asking for my address. I told hole stretcher to come over and then sent it to him while I waited, asking him to give me a half hour. "No problem," came his reply. Not five minutes after the first guy left, the door opened and in walked the hole stretcher. I was waiting on all fours, my freshly-fucked hole greeting him as he entered. In no time the tip of his cock parted my sphincter, followed by that thick knot just below it. I inhaled deeply from my brown bottle and forced myself to relax, and was excited to find that those actions, coupled with the previous stretching and a liberal coating of cum on my insides, let him slide right in. He met resistance at my second hole, stopped and waited patiently until, like magic, I felt it open and welcome him in. He let out a moan at the same time I did. It felt amazing, and I was so turned on that I soon found myself pushing backward to meet each thrust, impaling myself as deeply as I could. It was something I've never been able to do with him before! He grabbed my hips and pushed balls-deep over and over until, with a gasp, he added his load to the mess inside me. I was even more eager to clean off his cock with my mouth, and the combination of two loads and my hole did not disappoint! I thought I might have tasted a hint of blood, too, but shrugged it off. After all, what's a cum dump good for besides taking every load he's offered? The hole stretcher dressed and left, and I went back to my phone. The guy from BBRT was getting close, and as I eagerly waited I clenched my sphincter muscles to keep the remaining cum inside. After less than ten minutes, which felt like forever, he came through the door and stepped right around to stand in front of me. He was wearing grey sweats and as I looked up, he had already lowered them to expose his cock. I instinctively knew what he wanted and got up on my knees - careful to keep the back door locked to prevent the kids from escaping - and sucked him until he was hard as a rock. This was the only cock of the evening that I had seen, and it was a solid seven girthy inches. I slid that cock deep down my throat, gagging and coughing up thick strands of saliva that would ease his entry when I was time to bend over. And the time to bend over came quickly. He muttered the words, "I don't want to bust yet," and took his cock out of my mouth. I spun around and presented my ass to him, and I heard him get down on his knees behind me. His knees pushed my legs apart as he moved in closer. I felt the tip of his cock against my hole, and then he was sliding in. He didn't stop, just slid all the way to the hilt without stopping. He pushed me forward, forcing me onto the floor on my stomach, and began hammering. That big, thick cock pounded me over and over again as his breath tickled the back of my neck. One last hit from the brown bottle, and I was in heaven. He must have lasted nearly fifteen minutes, and when I finally heard him gasp and his cock begin to dance inside my hole, I was actually disappointed that it was over. As with the others, I dutifully cleaned him off with my mouth and sent him on his way. I spent the rest of the evening sitting in the wet spot of cum that kept leaking out of my hole and into my underwear, Sadly, the stars had aligned just for that night, and for the rest of the week I struggled to find anyone who was interested in hooking up. I have the house to myself again this weekend, though, and I fully intend on taking advantage - by taking as many loads as I can.

Chapter 5 – Washing up Jake held the boy as the boy started to shiver. Ethan tried to make sense of the gravity of knowing that he had just had sex with a man. No, he was fucked by a man. No, he was hard and shot the biggest load of the week, while he was being fucked by a man. Was he gay now? His body was in shock. He was a cummy mess. He was happy that he didn’t have anything in his ass anymore but felt so empty without one. J: You did great boy. Cherry poppin’ videos are always the hardest for new talent. And your creamy twink body is going to be very popular. Oh dear, you look like a sweaty dirty whore. Can’t have you looking like this all night. It might scare my guests. I tell you what, how about you go take a shower and come back so we can talk. Jake yells out for someone to come into the room. A latino guy just the same body type and height of Ethan walks in the room. This new guy has more muscle on him than Ethan. Not a twink, more of a twunk in his mid 20's. Not quite innocent looking. He’s dressed in a t-shirt and gym shorts. J: Thanks for coming in here Miguel. This is our new friend Ethan. He is a bit sweaty from his first breakthrough performance. Would you be so kind as to help him to the shower and bring him back here? Miguel smirked and turned to Ethan. M: Hey friend, nice to meet you. I’m Miguel and I live here with the boss man. Let me help you out of this scene. Jake disappears from view. Miguel reaches out and unties Ethan’s legs and helps him stand up. They hobble over to a nice bathroom. They look over and see a nice big walk-in shower. Miguel leans Ethan against the wall while he walks in the shower and turns the nob on. The shower shoots on and gets Miguel a big wet. He walks back over the Ethan. Ethan is still floating high. He barely registers Miguel stripping his shirt and dropping his shorts. Miguel is kinda stripping in slow motion. He knows the shower room w loaded with a few cams. He knows the water temperature is regulated to lukewarm and just in case, all the glass of the shower was antifogged. E: Looks like we both need a shower. Haha. Ethan is looking Miguel up and down. Ethan was used to seeing a guy here or there naked in the gym showers and lockerroom but this was different. He was transfixed on this new guy’s body like he had never seen a man naked before. He stared at his chest, his pecks, his quarter sized nipples that looked especially pointy. He followed the chest down to the navel, and further down to his neatly trimmed hairs. This made Ethan reach down to his own area below and felt himself above his dick. Smooth. Smooth because he was a boy and this guy in front of him was obviously a man. Ethan became transfixed on Miguels dick. And just like it knew of his gaze, Miguel’s dick begins to grow and fill out. Miguel smirked and asked the boy if he liked what he was seeing. The boy took to his new position like he was born to it. He walked over to Miguel and reached out for his growing dick. M: Go ahead you know you want to boy. Start acting like the slut you were meant to be. Ethan licked his lips and dropped to his knees. He grabbed the dick with his left hand and leaned forward. His mouth engulfed the brown dick. Halfway at first but it didn’t take long before he was playing with the balls with the right hand. M: oh, fuck yeah, you love my cock in your mouth. Don’t you boy. Relax your throat baby boy. Miguel reached down with his hands and grabbed Ethan by his head. He says to the boy to cover his teeth and begins to fuck his mouth. Not hard and fast but a gentle rhythm. He looks down and the boy and pulls his dick out. M: you have to be careful with those teeth. Close your eyes. **Slap** The boy was not prepared for the hand to his face. Ethan covers the slapped surface with his own hand. E: What did I do? Did I do it wrong? M: No sweet thing. That was just to show you what happens when you graze a dick with your teeth. Better to learn now. Oh and if you bite down on a dick, you will probably have those pretty teeth of yours pulled or punched out. No body wants that right? Like I said, good to learn now. I’m sorry to hurt you. You are so innocent looking. I’ll tell you what, you deserve an apology. Miguel sits on the closed toilet seat reaches under the vanity of the sink and pulls out a loaded pipe. He takes a hit and blows it out. M: Come sit on my lap. I’m gonna shotgun you. Do you know what that is? Yes? Good. Ethan is taking orders like a pro and sits on Miguel’s lap with one of his legs going across Miguels. Ethan feels Miguel’s dick against his thigh. Miguel takes a big hit and then locks lips with Ethan. Blows out. Miguel hits then Ethan blows out. After the third shotgun, Miguel pushes his 2 fingers in Ethan’s mouth, coating his digits with saliva. He reaches between the boy’s legs and pushes the slobbery fingers in the boys new fuck hole. Ethan moans and starts to rock a big on the invading fingers. M: Good little whore. Now get in that shower and lather your body up. Clean yourself up and make yourself like new. Well, as new as you can. I’ll join you in a minute. Ethan got up and walked right into the spraying water. He reached for the bar of soap and did as he was told. He washed up. He was just about done when Miguel walked up behind him and pushes him against the wall. M: Put your hands against the wall and stand with your ass out a bit. Good now spread them legs. A little more. Good. Now beg for it. Beg for my big brown dick, for my sticky white cum, beg for me to impregnate you like the whore you are. E: Fuck me! Fuck me please! I need that big latino cock in my fuckhole. Fill me with your babies! I need it! Miguel got closer to his prey. His dick curved up a bit so it should be no problem at this angle. He smired some lube on his head and looked down at his 7.5 cut snake as it rested at the entrance to this deliciously creamy round ass attached to this boy begging for it. He slowly pushes in and continues until he bottoms out against the boy’s skin. E: oh yes, I love this feeling of feeling full. Mmm, yeah fill me with your babies. Miguel uses his legs to push the boy’s legs apart further; getting him in the optimal position. He then reaches down to the boy’s ear. M: Do you want me to breed you like I bred your girlfriend? Yeah, that’s right, while you were making your video, she was making hers. I’m gonna fuck you harder than I fucked her. You are so much tighter than that loose bitch. And with that, Miguel power fucked the boy in the shower. Moans and occasional “please slow down” and “it hurts a bit” would be uttered. But Miguel did not care. He fucked him for 20 straight minutes. When he was done, he pulled out and rised himself and the boy off. He wrapped a towel around the boy and said great job on his second video of the day. All cleaned up, Miguel walked Ethan over to the sling room but set him down on the bed instead. He said to wait here for further instructions. Miguel pointed out there was porn playing on the screen in front of them. He told him he could watch and play with himself but no cumming was allowed without permission. Ethan was mesmorized by the video on the screen. It was a video just like he had made earlier. Only this time, it was a just legal aged black boy that was passed out and being stripped and then placed in the sling. Ethan was half hard watching the vid but dared not touch himself. Not yet.

As we walked to Clint’s car I contemplated why I was doing this. I wasn’t gay, I loved women. But in truth none of them really loved me, my cock had always been too small to even penetrate most girls. When Clint had tongue fucked my ass it felt so good that I had to go with him and see what he would do. As we got into the car Clint leaned into his back seat and grabbed Gatorade bottle. “This’ll taste like shit but just keep drinking it, it’ll make cunting you a lot easier.” I just nodded and began gulping down the vile liquid quickly realizing it wasn’t Gatorade. Clint began driving and once we were on the road pulled his sweatpants down revealing his massive cock. He nodded down to it while I stared. After a second he grabbed the back of my head and slammed it onto his 9 inch, beer can thick cock. “First lesson faggot, when an alpha male like me presents his cock to you, you get it in one of your hole asap, do you understand faggot” he screamed as he thrusted into my tight throat. I was trying my hardest not to throw up, when everything began feeling lighter am I felt my throat loosen up. Not only did my throat loosen but I began to enjoy having my throat fucked. After fucking my throat for 20ish minutes we pulled up to Clint’s house. “Take your clothes off, they aren’t coming in the house” he said, surprisingly I complied without even thinking about it even though I had always hated being naked. As I followed Clint to his door I began to realize that I was butt naked for the entire neighborhood to see, and I didn’t care. Once inside Clint showed me to the couch and put a pipe and lighter in my hand. “You’ve smoked weed before right” he asked and I nodded in response “ good it’s kinda like that breath out fill your lungs with the smoke then hold it, now finish that pipe while I go get some things ready.” As I began smoking the mystery drug I felt a rush of energy and a burning sensation through my body. I began to rub my cock after I finished the pipe but as I got close to cuming I felt a hard kick in my side and fell the the ground. “Your never touching that tiny fag cock again boy!” Clint screamed as he grabbed me by the hair “you’re my faggot now, I’ve spent over a year making you into the perfect muscle cuck for me and you’re gonna do what I fucking say” he screamed as he locked a small chain around my neck He then put something over my cock and locked it “there now you won’t be tempted into thinking you’re a man” “Now before your mind is totally gone im going to ask you something and if you say no you can leave right now ok” I nodded as I rubbed up against his leg loving the pressure on my locked cock. “ I have hiv and if I fuck you your going to get it too, once I cum in you your mine for the rest of your life not just in the sense of carrying my disease, but I will actually own you, you’ll spend the rest of your life kept high and full of my cum never making another decision again. “Do you want that boy” “Yes sir please I need you to use my ass again I need it please please please I’ll be your slave and let you do whatever you want I just need my hole filled now” “Atta boy” Clint said

It had been a long time since I went to a barber... I was fussy and if I didn't click with the guy, it was never going to happen. A mate of mine told me about a guy he knew that had a chair in his own house... I wasn't impressed, but he assured me that he had a great reputation. I wasn't sure, still a bit gun-shy from previous experiences. I let it slide and forgot about it until I caught sight of my reflection in the bathroom... something had to give. After a couple of weeks I decided to let my mate arrange a meeting with this guy. After a bit of back and forth the day finally came to sit in this guy's chair, my mate told me not to judge a book by it's cover... I brushed it off but still thought it was a weird thing to say. I arrived at an ordinary looking house and even before I reached for the doorbell this tattooed, bearded guy appeared in the open doorway. He was pleasant enough, but I couldn't shake this feeling... maybe it was the past experiences that were causing ripples. We shook hands and I entered the house, I found it a bit weird that I heard the door lock behind me... I glanced back but the guy smiled and encouraged me into his salon. Pleasantries were exchanged and I began to unload, telling the guy all about my past experiences with dodgy barbers...he could see how uptight and placed a reassuring hand on my shoulder, as he threw the cover round me to start cutting my beard I noticed the heavy rubber of the cover... and it was tight around my neck, I commented on the cover and the guy just grinned. He asked if I would like a beer or something else to drink... I started to like this guy and thought... yeah why not! As I sat gulping my beer down, he groomed his way round my beard, fuck I was starting to relax...I was happy to sit there all day...at one point he leaned in and growled that he had time to do a good job on me, without thinking I accepted another beer, this was great as I started to lean back into the chair almost feeling drowsy...

Chapter 1 – She Set It All Up Ethan sat on the couch nervous. His girlfriend had brought him to her "special friend" that made amateur porn. She had convinced Ethan to come make a porn video. He knew her special friend was code for dealer and Ethan was ready to start hanging in the clouds with his girl. Jake, the special friend walked up to Ethan. J: Hey man, I heard your girl wants you to be in one of our little videos? E: Hell yeah, been thinking about it all week. Anna said not to worry, that you'd help us out with some favors to calm the nerves. J: Oh yes, it's all part of the deal. You're gonna love my shit. Here try it out. Jake pulls out a prepacked pipe and lighter and hands them to Ethan. J: Go ahead and finish that off and I’ll go find Anna. Ethan lit up the pipe and started to blow his own cloud city. Hit after hit. He was never one to keep a slow steady pace with his T. He was feeling good. He felt like he was the luckiest man alive. He had just turned 18 and thought he was the shit right now. He was getting high for free, was gonna be able to fuck his girlfriend, and get paid. Anna had really sold him on the idea. He took another huge hit and thought to himself the huge bowl was neverending. J: Hey Ethan, Anna is gonna be a bit. She is in the girls room getting herself ready. Here, you must be thirsty. Jake hands Ethan a bottle of Gatorade and he proceeds to gulp about half the bottle. Jake gestures to Ethan to hand over the pipe. Jakes refills the pipe with a huge shard and takes 2 hits before passing it back to Ethan. He starts hitting the pipe again. Ethan loved the chemical taste of the shit this guy was packing with. Ethan couldn’t help himself and just hit and hit until the bowl was finished. J: Ethan, I feel awkward asking this, you know, dude to dude. But did you two follow all the instructions Anna gave you? Even the weird ones? E: Yeah, even the weird one. Anna said she didn’t wanna do any butt stuff and would only due it if I cleaned out too. Something about knowing how it feels. 2 enemas later and we agreed anal was back on the table. Plus she said we should be really clean incase you wanted any close ups from behind. I don’t know why you’d have to get that close to my ass but Anna says its for the close up shots. Ethan smiles up at Jake and shows off his glazed over grey eyes. Jake tells himself he is almost ready and smiles back at Ethan. J: Good, yes that is an awkward one but really important. Oh and I have these for you for inspiration. Nothing worse than a dead dick in front of the camera. Jake hands Ethan some pills. Some he recognizes and some he does not. Ethan downs them without giving it a second thought. J: It gets pretty hot in here sometimes. Please make yourself comfortable while we wait. Take your shirt off and get comfy. Enjoy the vibe of my place. We can always film the beginning sequence later. Ethan zones in enough to realize there is a girl, maybe 2, moaning from the other room. He kicks off his shoes and removes his button up shirt and throws them on the side of the couch. Sitting back down on the couch, he starts rubbing his growing dick. Jake disappears again and Ethan is left alone and chugs down the rest of his (g) drink. He slowly sinks into the couch and starts to space out. He hears to moaning in the background and is now rubbing the full length of his dick in his jeans. His vision goes dimmer and dimmer. He barely makes out a figure coming up to him and pulling his tank shirt over his head before he blacks out. Chapter 2 – Passed out prize Anna pokes her head in the play room and sees Jake already has Ethan in his swing. Anna thought, just on time like always. She walks over and asks if he needed help with the cameras but Jake says everything is already set up and rolling. She helps Jake pull Ethans jeans off. There Ethan just laid there in nothing but his boxers. A: Should I do the honors? J: Oh no, I got this. Jake uses his fingers to open the gap in Ethan’s boxers and rips them apart at the inseam. As he bunches up the rags of underwear, he looks down at his naked twink prize. Everything about the boy was making his dick grow. Jake hands Anna her a roll of bills and a sizable baggie filled with T. J: Ok girl, go ahead and get spun and fuck your real man in the other room. The boy is mine. Anna leaves the room and Jake disrobes revealing his toned body and his 8 inch fuck stick standing straight out. He spends some time to transform his passed out would-be man into the fuck boy he would become. He took a razor and shaved off what little body hair Ethan had at 18 years. Shaved away was the dusting of hair on his legs, underarms, the light patch on his chest between his nipples, his laughable happy trail, and small bush around Ethan’s hard dick. He admires his work, his smooth fuck boy with white as snow body with no tan lines. It was like the boy never played in the sun. Jake licked his lips in anticipation. He zeroed in Ethan’s foreskin and reached down to rub it, just at the tip. He jerked Ethan off a few strokes to get him firm. Jake pulled out a ruler and measured the play thing. The fuck boy was packing a thick 5.5 inch uncut dick. He was so hard that his dick was straight up reaching for his belly button. Already he had a small wet spot where his tip pressed against his tummy. His precum glistened in the light. Jake looked down at his fuck boy and thought he looked like a little angel. He chuckled knowing he’d be a little whore demon soon enough. He just needed to help wake the fuck boy up. Jake brabbed Ethan’s legs and places them in the stirrups properly and then the arms tied to the swing. He moved between Ethan’s legs grabbed a cam and showed a close up of his virgin hole. So relaxed, so unattended. Jake licked his finger and put it against his opening. Rotating motion from his finger helped the opening pucker then relax. Unable to take it any longer, Jake held the cam as he inched his face closer to the rose bud. He sticks out his tongue and licks the forbidden hole. It quivers and then relaxes, the tongue slides in a bit. Repeat, slides in further, until finally he is eating Ethan out. The hole is relaxed a bit now. Jake grabs his special lube prespiked with T. Not wanting to get ahead of himself, Jake puts some of the lube on the fuck hole and pushes it in with his pinky. Ethan lets out a meek sound. He opens a baggie and picks a small shard and places it against his hole and pushed in with the lubed pinky. More meeks sounds Jake leaves his pinky in and can feel Ethan’s body squeazing slightly. Once it stops, he pulls his pinky out and wipes it on his snow white ass cheek. Jake pulls out a selection of dildos and picks the thinnest one. It’s about the thickness of a regular sharpy. He replaces it with another thin dildo, this one the size of a thick sharpy marker. He works the boy hole open until the dildo he is using is the size Ethan’s own dick; leaving it in his ass for now. Ethan was starting to show sign of slight movement and waking. Jake stands goes to Ethan’s side. He kneels down and kisses the boy lightly; flicking the lips with his tongue. The breathing gets heavier. Jake grabs Ethan by the hair and whispers in his ear J: Come on. Wake up fuck boy. Your future awaits you. Jake releases Ethan’s hair and goes down to suck on Ethans dime sized nipple. He moves on to the further nipple and lightly nibbles on it while reaching down to the boy’s leaking head. With some on his thumb, he steps back and rubs the precum on Ethan’s lips and then kisses him again. Again, reaching between the boys legs, this time he lightly plays with his balls and continuous to make out. Chapter 3 – Wakey Wakey Ethan is starting to come to. He is instinctually starting to kiss back. Ethan is coming to but the more he comes to, the more his head is spinning. He is on sensory overload and horny as hell. Nothing is making sense why is he laying down? Well, kinda laying own but not quite. Why can he feel a breeze on his chest? Before Ethan can come out of his fog, Jake pulls out a loaded pipe and torch and holds it up to Ethan’s mouth and instructs him to breath in the clouds while he holds it for him. Ethan just breaths in and blows out clouds. Breaths in and blows out clouds. Soon a whole bowl is torched and it was the good shit. Ethan is in heaven. The chem taste was driving his mouth wild and he clatters his teeth. J: Nothing but the good stuff for my star of the night. Ethan tries to look around him and focus but his eyes are finding it hard to focus. E: Where is Anna? I don’t see her here. J: Oh she was here. She left us because you couldn’t get it up. She was quite distraught. But that’s okay. We agreed to go with plan B. Jake once again bends down to a dime sized nipple and flicks it with his tongue and then engulfs it in his mouth. Ethan moans and closes his eyes. When he opens them he starts to gain a bit of focus. E: What the fuck is going on here? Ethan tries to move his arms but finds they are tied to the sling. He tries to move his left leg and then his right. Both tied to the sling. J: We had to go with a different plan since you couldn’t get it up for the girl. But that’s okay, you seem to really like plan B. Jake touches the boys belly button and slowly runs his finger from belly button to where his pubes used to be, along this hard shaft and finally his balls and taint. He then pulls the dildo that had been in his ass out a bit and then pushes it in. Ethan yelps with the realization that he had something up his ass, feeling it for the first time. The boy tries to break free of his sling but to no avail. E: please stop! Please take it out! I’m not gay! I’m not gay! J: Yeah, me neither. I just like to have a little fun sometimes. And it looks like you do too. Jake reaches down and squeezes the boys hard dick. He releases it and it smacks below his belly button. This confuses Ethan. Why was he hard? Why was he naked? Why was he missing his pubes and other body hair? Before the boy could vocalize any questions out loud, Jake goes down to the boys dick and takes it all the way in his mouth. The boy is in shock. He was sure he wanted out of this situation but he was making his dick feel soooo good. A man. A man was making him feel good. It's at this time that Ethan hears moans coming from the walls. They were there before but he couldn’t make out what they were until now. E: What…? Who …? That is all he can get out before Jake interrupts. J: On that is your girlfriend. She is getting with a bulldozer right now. Since you weren’t man enough to bone her. Not man enough…but that’s okay, you are boy bitch enough for me. That’s why you are so smooth. You’re not worthy of looking like a man naked. And that hard little dick is proof that you are just a boy. Ethan looked down at his tied up body. He was smoothed out like before puberty. He was right, Ethan said to himself that he was a boy. J: That’s okay fuck boy, I can get you to out moan that bitch. He kneels down between the boys legs and pulls out the dildo. Ethan sighs as it pops out. The man steps up and starts to eat his boy hole. Ethan throws his head back and lets out a loud bitch moan. He eats the boy hole for what feels like forever until Jake stops and says “break time”. Jake leaves the room and brings back a bottle of water and assists his captive to drink from the bottle. Jake goes and reloads the pipe and takes a big hit and then another. He walks up to the boy and offers. Like a good chem whore, the boy says yes without thinking. Jake pulls out the torch again and lights the bowl for the boy. The biggest cloud of the night so far escapes the boys lungs. He is urged to take another by Jake and another the same size blows out. J: Okay this time take the hit and hold it. Blow it out when I say, okay? Jake lights it and the boy breaths it in. Jake walks up to the boys head and lines his dick up with his mouth. J: Open up and blow that on me. Do it fag! The boys obeys and as soon as he opens his mouth, the man pushes half his dick in his mouth, blowing the smoke on the man’s dick. J: Again! The boy obeys and takes the hit and then takes the dick in his mouth and blows out. Jake reaches down and jerks the boys off while he is blowing the cloud out. The boy is lost in the good feeling and closes his mouth around the dick. He starts his first blowjob. Jake is able to work most but not all of his 8 inches in the boys mouth. He fucks that and slobber is going all over the boys mouth and face. J: See, you’re a natural cock sucker. Now, lets see if you like it up your ass. Jake goes back between the boys legs. He lubes up the same dildo and pushes it back in his ass. E: Noooo, not that. Please stop! I’m not gay! It’s too big! J: (Laughs obnoxiously) Are you fucking serious? That thing is the size of your tiny cock. That thing couldn’t get any girl off. Lucky for you, you are a boy. And boys have a special button in their ass that they love to get rubbed against. Lucky for you, your tiny dick will still reach your button. We just need to help it out. It will be the best orgasm you have ever had. You want that right? I can help you with that if you stop being a fucking bitch and let me work. E: I… want…so horny. … I’m not gay. Please … cum… J: That’s all I needed to hear. Chapter 4 – A Better Idea The man pulls out the dildo from the boy’s ass and dips it in a baggy of crushed T powder. He lubes up the hole with his finger and then pushes the dildo back in. Ethan’s ass is warm and he doesn’t know what to do. He begins to worry but is calmed by his new Man rubbing his balls. J: See, that feels better now, right? E: Yeah, not that bad. The boy starts to moan as his captor pushes and pulls the dildo in and out. When he thinks he is used to it, he replaces the toy with a slightly bigger toy. Again with the dust and again with the light burning. Again with the moaning. Finally the moment the Man was working the boy up to. He pulls out the toy with a pop. The boy moans disappointedly. J: Don’t worry. I’m just gonna refill the pipe. Oh wait, I have a better idea. Just for you baby. Jake grabs something and stands between the boy’s legs. He pulls out a good sized shard (0.4g or 0.5g) from his bag and pushes it in the boy with his finger. It gets pushed as far in with his finger as he could get before the boys clenched down on the finger. J: Don’t be suck a tease. You can take this. He waves his hard cock around just too low for the boy to see. Jake laughs to himself as he steps up and lines his dick up with the boy hole. He spits down 3 times and lubes his head and shaft. J: Okay, I’m gonna use the toy again to push the stuff further in. Look at me. Look into my eyes. The boy looked back with glazed over eyes. They were like mirrors that he saw himself in. Jake smiled as his dick touched the hole. The boy still had no idea.The man waited for the boy to stop clenching and relax. The second he felt the hole relax, he pushed himself into the virgin hole. The boy screamed and bucked. The boy felt like his ass was on fire and he was being impaled on a pike. The Man just grabbed his boy by the hips and pulled him onto his dick until all 8 inches slide in. He was balls deep in the boy. The once virgin boy. The had already placed his ripped boxers along the sling and reached for them. He shoved them into the boys mouth. J: You feel that? Stop crying and answer me. Can you feel that whole thing in you boy? Ethan mumbled with the boxers in his mouth. Tears running down his cheeks. He nodded his head. J: You like that dick in you huh boy? That real man dick. Ethan just stared, not getting what he was saying. Until a moment of clarity. He had said dick, not toy. The boy’s eyes grew wider (as if that were possible) and bulged. He mumbled incoherently and nodded his head from side to side. His eyes pleaded with his captor but they were met with a bellowing laugh. Jake pulled his dick almost entirely out and then slammed it back into the smooth twink. He did this 3 times before slowing down and giving the poor boy the slow fuck he needed for his first time. In no time at all, the fuck boy was moaning just as loud as his forgotten girlfriend in the background. Everytime Jakes big dick ran against his special button, the boy’s dick would bounce up and down. The boy was allowed to spit out his saliva drenched undies and was having his mouth tongued down while getting plowed. The man pulled out and walked around to the other side of the boy. He released the arm restraints and the boy immediately started to orally serve his host. The Man grew impatient and walked back around to the boy’s hole and started slow fucking him again. With his arms free now, the boy was able to jerk off during this ecstasy and shot his load. It landed on his face and lips. He instinctually licked up all he could from his lips and hand. This was what the Man was waiting for. With the first shot fired, he goes back to piston fucking the boy. After a few minutes, the boy says he has to cum again. They look down at the boys soft dick and watch as cum drizzles from his foreskin. A puddle of cum layed where his pubes used to be.The Man keeps power driving his meat for another minute before slamming his balls into the boy and shooting ropes of cum inside his ass. The man points out the cams around the boy. They look right into one. The boy tears up with the realization of what he just did. J: See, the cams love you. My new fuck boy. Jake slaps the boys creamy white ass and laughs obnoxiously again. J: If you think that was fun, Just wait for your first slam.

Went last week on a Thursday, I got a tv room but had it turned off along with the lights. It made the room nice and dark when the door was closed. I took my position of face down ass up with the lights out and door open for free use. Only took about 10 minutes before a nice bbc came in and closed the door. He used my ass for about 20 minutes then gave me load number one and left. I took a walk then assumed the position again. A few minutes later the same bbc cam back for round two. Another 20 minute pounding and he gave me load 2 and left. He said he needed a break… he left and left the door open. Almost immediately, before I knew it I felt another top slap my ass with his dick. Then in it went. He didn’t even close the door. He continued to use my ass for about 30 minutes before pumping his load in me. I took a little break, when I heard somebody said “show me that pussy” it was the bbc from load 1 & 2, he did the normal and gave me a 3rd load.

I’ve always had a submissive side, sexually. I’ve been tied up a few times, gotten spanked, but I wanted more. So, I went to a leather bar, hoping to find a dom guy who’d show me the ropes… and the sling, the handcuffs, the paddle… I had been there about half an hour when I saw him. Bearded, muscular, leather pants and vest, like a Tom of Finland drawing come to life. My cock was tingling. I walked up to him and said “Hi”. He didn’t even look at me, just grunted and growled, “You can do better.” ”Hello, sir.” “What do you want?” I gulped and thought for a second that seemed like forever. “To serve.” ”There’s a Denny’s down the street with a Help Wanted sign. Why don’t you get out of my sight and go there?” “I want to serve you, sir.” He finally turned to look at me. It was clear he was unimpressed. “What makes you think a fat little faggot like you is capable of serving a man like me?” ”Nothing sir.” ”Why do you think you deserve to even be in my presence?” ”I don’t sir.” ”You’re Goddamn right you don’t. You’re lucky, though. I just dismissed my last slave. I caught the little queer looking at Grindr. He had the nerve to even consider being with another man without my orders. I just kicked his lousy ass out. I should have paddled him, but he would have enjoyed it. Do you want to try to replace him?” ”Please, sir.” ”You’ll be expected to be my sexual slave. You will serve my every whim. And I have friends you’ll serve too..” I felt butterflies in my stomach. Was I ready? ”Are you fucking hesitating?” ”No, sir! I want to serve you! I want to be your slave!” “That’s better. Have you ever parTied?’ “Yes sir. A little sir” I had hoped that would be part of it. I’m sure he could tell I wanted to get high with him. ”Did it make you willing to do things you had never done before?” ”Yes sir.” “Tina is good for making a slave more willing. Are you going to earn it? Good slaves get rewarded.” ”Yes, sir.” “Good.” He wrote down an address on a bar napkin. “Be there in two hours, ready to serve.” More to cum

*based on my true story. Very early on I realised that I was a top with a dominant streak in bed, and sexually I wanted a total bottom fag boy, but I'm complicated, I like small lean boyish bodies, but not necessarily young, it's about attitude and I love body hair... When the trope is young hairless twink, add to that that I like slutty subby fag in the bedroom, and sweet average guy in the streets... And you're beginning to to see why I was still single at 45, the right mix of sexual chemistry, love and partnership just didn't seem to exist. Recently I'd come to terms with being single and was loving it, slowly building a group of regular sexy bottom boys who'd come around get puffed up, role play and spend the weekend getting fucked and bred by their daddy, and I loved it. The regulars would start to play out our fantasies and talk more openly about different role plays etc. One in particular a hot lean island boy, Patrick, older, but great bod and attitude, would get deeply into the idea of me owning him, and wanting to make his daddy happy, in between sessions there would be silence for weeks or even months, but when together it always started with puff, then ultimately intense hot sex and exploring fantasies. As we talked about different scenarios, public, parks, toilet hook ups etc I confessed I had a huge fantasy to have two bottom boys at once, one tucked under each arm, cuddled up on the bed each vying for my attention, my cock and who would be the lucky one to take my load. I thought nothing of it until one Friday afternoon when a text came in from him asking if I could get some puff and if I would like him to bring over his bottom friend and a verse guy for a foursome. I quickly said yes and arranged a time, meanwhile just because I was excited of course my normal supply of gear dried up, so had to search out more, thankfully I finally found some just after dark, but was still walking home from the pick up when the boy texted saying he was parking outside my apartment building. Stepping up, I quickly got to the car park and saw my boy paying for parking and went up to say hello, he smiled warmly, I hugged him being sure he could feel my significant package pressed against him, and quietly confirmed I had the supplies. We then turned and he introduced me to his friend, Dean, my cock twitched as I checked out this gorgeous young looking otter boy, I hugged him the same way and asked... Where the other guy was? Patrick said he was sorry but he had flaked, I said I wasn't worried but I did hope Dean was the other bottom, not the verse guy. Dean smiled and confirmed he was the bottom. We headed into the building, once in the lift with it's better lighting, I was busy checking out this sexy otter boy and he was checking me, and that was when he said it for the first time, "oh hi daddy" he said in obvious lust, having now been clearly able to see what I look like. At 45 I'd recently been working hard on myself, had lost weight, muscled up a bit and was looking pretty good for and older bearish white guy if I do say so myself. At 6'2" I was finally in a place of being confident and comfortable in my looks, as well as proud of my well kept salt and pepper beard, I also proudly wore tighter jeans that cupped and displayed my significant buldge prominently, because I loved catching guys checking it out as I walked down the street. Conscious not to alienate anyone I turned my attention to Patrick, complimenting him, cupping his bubble butt and asking "You boys ready to service daddy?" all the while silently being extremely excited to play with the new boy. The seconds felt like hours as the lift came to my floor and we headed down the hall to my apartment. Once inside I got the boys a beer each, playing up how daddy was letting his sons try it for the first time, then as they put they're stuff down and got situated, I sat on the couch, pulled out my pipe and loaded it up, taking the first decent hit, and asking them to join me. Patrick was fluffing around with his own pipe and gear, so it was Dean who eagerly joined me first, to my surprise, without hesitation he sat straight on my lap, straddling and facing me. "Hi Daddy" he whispered sexily as he gave me a first little kiss. I asked if he would like to try Daddies 'naughty' pipe, and made him promise never to tell mummy, as the role play kicked off. He agreed and I explained the best way to start out was to shot gun, I took a big lung full, went in close and blew the clouds into his mouth, transitioning into a passionate kiss as we passed it back and fourth. I then let him have one directly, being careful to explain it like it was the first time for my young son, and he proceeded to shotgun it back to me, his hands begining to explore my muscular chest as we made out. Coming up for air, I was keeping an eye on Patrick, who was still fluffing around, I've seen threesomes go wrong when two parties had better chemistry and accidentally left out the third, and I wanted my fantasy to come true, so was going to be sure Patrick was included. "Daddy, I feel so relaxed now" Dean said leaning into his role, "Daddy, do you like me rubbing your chest? Can I rub the rest of your body?" he asked sweetly, and I confirmed it was OK. Dean's hands explored all over me, and he complimented my body as my hands explored him, his back and settled on massaging his bubble butt. He hesitated before touching my packaged and looked at me as if to ask permission, which turned me on massively, and I confirmed it was OK for my son to be curious. When his hand touched my now rock hard 9" thick uncut rod bulging in my tight jeans he let out a moan so sexy in surprise and delight... He would later explain it was because he was worried I might have used a sock to stuff my buldge and when he confirmed it was real he was so thrilled. Patrick finally joined us and I moved Dean so each one was on either side of me. We sparked up our respective pipes and all began making out and shotgunning to each other, I was careful to insure both boys had equal attention, though already I was secretly favouring Dean. Soon enough the boys had my cock out and were taking turns stroking it, then sucking on it, at every stage there was something electric about Dean that had me starting to wish it was just he and I, one on one, but I wanted to see out my two boy fantasy, so kept intentionally keeping the balance. When it was finally clear that the next step was to fuck I decided to ask the boys who should get to ride my raw cock first. Dean confirmed it should be Patrick, because apparently in a previous threesome Patrick had missed out when the top focused on Dean and left him out. I moved us to the bed that I'd set up in the living room and lay back instructing Patrick to straddle facing me and sit on me while Dean got between my legs and closely watched as my lubed fat cock penetrated his tight hole. Like always, and like I loved about Patrick, he struggled to take my tool, but followed his daddies instructions not to pull off, to relax, and to take a little more, and keep repeating until I was all the way balls deep. At that moment I heard a sigh of lust as Dean exclaimed "wow" once Patrick sank fully onto my rod. Puffing another lung full Patrick then lent down and we made out, shot gunning as I began to thrust up into him, causing him to moan with involuntary pleasure. Before long he was riding and grinding loving my tool in his boy pussy, but managing to control himself enough to come to a stop, pulling off and saying it was Dean's turn. Instructing the boys to switch positions so Patrick could watch the penetration this time, Dean was soon in my lap, reaching back, taking my cock and lining it up with his hole, unlike his 'brother' who had left it up to me to line myself up, Dean left nothing to chance wanting me to know how much he wanted me in him. As he sat back and we became one for the first time, I again noticed the electricity, something was different, somehow he was tighter, yet more receptive, somehow even as he struggled to take my significant thickness I could tell there was no hesitation, he needed me in him, and with the last two inches still to go and Dean seemingly unable to take more, I couldn't control my animal side and I angrily, passionately and roughly thrust up, forcing the rest balls deep. Dean yelped in happy extacy and pain, Patrick may have moaned, but I can't remember, he was tuned out in this moment of taking my boy fully for the first time, and with overwhelming desire to thrust into him and own him, he rode like a champion as I bucked into him lustfully, dreaming of breeding him. I took control then, and swapped back to Patrick, being sure not to let my connection to Dean overshadow the threesome of my fantasy, I was soon trying each boy in every position and was making the plan to first cum inside Patrick to be sure he felt equal. As I was about to finish a round inside Dean and move back to Patrick with the intent of seeding his hot brown bubble butt, Patrick, with a noticeable look on his face announced he had lost the mojo of the moment and said he wanted to go home. I pulled out, sitting back up, instantly worried that both boys would leave and secretly relieved as I had a growing desire to inseminate Dean. Patrick asked Dean if he wanted to go too, and I felt an insane fear that he had not felt our connection, but he looked at me with lustfull eyes asking if he could stay. I was thrilled, saying he could stay all night if he wanted and asking if he had a way home in the morning, offering my services to give him a ride if needs be. As Patrick packed up and left it was clear that despite my best intentions he had become jealous, sensing my preference for Dean, and he left, looking a little dejected, which I was sorry for, but didn't really care because now I had the object of my true desire to myself. Within minutes I had moved Dean to my actual bedroom, somewhere I didn't take hook ups, and I had him on his back, his hot little hairy otter boy body writhing in pleasure as my fat raw cock stretched his hole, his legs on my shoulders and I passionately kissed more clouds into him. My body kept him from playing with his totally ignored tiny little cock, but that didn't matter, Dean was all about the pleasure he got from my cock penetrating him, he was a total bottom for me and wanted for nothing more. His eyes rolled back as his body shuddered when I asked if he wanted me to breed him, "yes sir, yes please, please inseminate me, make me yours" he pleaded with begging eyes staring into mine, and it was enough to send me over the edge, the animal taking control, almost violently forcing myself deeper than ever before, pinning him down, angrily, primaly and with no escape for him, I began to unleash the biggest load of my life, rope after rope shot deep inside, letting out loud nasty growls as my body spasmed, continuing to shoot and pulse longer than I ever remember before, "take it all boy, good bitch, take daddies seed, squeeze tight, don't let it leak, show respect, hold it in you, yeah, feel it, does that feel good?" Only then as I asked that question did I look into his eyes seeing that his body too was spasming and the best he could manage was to nodd affirmatively as his little cock shot a load between us. Finally as we each began to regain composure Dean wrapped his legs around me, physically holding as he begged me not to pull out, blissfully pleading about how much he loved my cock in him and how it had never felt that way before. My head desired to keep going, but the shear intensity of the orgasm had temporarily drained everything from me, it was like my body had decided that this wasn't just a fuck, it was a transfer of my essence to this worthy receptical and now I needed to know how he felt. "I'm going to pull out boy, I need a rest after that amazing orgasm, you squeeze tight, don't let my seed leak out, show it respect". He gladly did as he was told, somehow what I said seemed to make total sense to him and be completely natural, then as I lay back to catch my breath he, without prompt, went straight down to suck my cock clean saying "can't waste any of my daddies precious seed". I was thrilled, this boy somehow naturally knows my rules and kinks, there are only two acceptable places for my load, up his ass and down his throat, pulling out should be considered a punishment, and he should gladly carry my seed in him publicly, seeming normal in the street, but my seed reminding him he is my toy and that making him smile and be proud. Once clean he snuggled into my side, instinctively knowing to stay lower, tucked under my arm, slowly stroking my cock, resting his head on my chest quietly as we recovered and finally breaking the silence with "Daddy, that was mind blowing, did you enjoy it too?" I snuggled back kissing his head, stroking his body, and confirming that yes it was possibly the biggest load I've ever shot in a boy and that I loved every second of it. I confirmed he was OK with how rough it got in the end and he answered how much he liked it, that infact I could go harder, choking and spanking or even bondage if I liked. He then told me that he had never in his life cum from being fucked alone before, he had always had to jerk off, that I had made something happen that he thought was a myth. We continued to chat about our sexual kinks and desires, discovering in every way we were like positive and negative, yin and yang for our desires, until after a moments silence he asked me, "what are you looking for Daddy? Just a hook up, a regular fun time, or a boy to own"? I confirmed I was open to it all but my true desire was to find a boy to own, who in streets and in front of family is my sweet sexy boyfriend that I might even marry one day, but who in private was my sex toy faggot play thing, that kissed my mother hello with lips that only moments before had been sucking my cock and swallowing my load, a boy who went to work with my fesh load held deep in his hole and he clenched to hold it in as he went about his duties, a boy who would be over the moon to find a little pottle of my semen included in his lunch box, who would worship my cock like his God, and would get his pleasure not from his own little cock, but from mine penetrating his horny boy hole, and receiving my seed. A boy whose biggest problem would be that he loves me fucking him and doesn't want me to stop, but he also physically craves my semen in him. A boy who would only play with other men if he had my permission and I was there, who would then reconfirm his preference for me over the other top by disrespecting his semen and pushing it out or spitting it out... Who considered condoms heresy, only there for him to beg permission to remove, or to damage so they would definitely break inside. As I spoke he cuddled in, moaning, loving it and soon after I finished he said "how do you know me so well? None of that seems like rules, it seems natural and perfect... Do you think I could apply to be your boy? What would I need to do?" "if you want to give yourself fully to me, the first step is to take my load in your ass, hold it there without spilling, then on the same night suck my cock until I cum in your mouth and hold as much in your mouth as you can, swallowing a little if you must, then showing me and waiting on instructions... But be warned it is hard to make me cum through head alone, you'd need to work very hard and no boy has succeeded without me having to jack off. If you pass that test there is more, but we can talk if you get that far". "would you like me to be your boy sir?" he asked, needing the reassurance of his possible alpha daddy. "Fuck yes!" I confirmed emphatically, "so far you are my dream boy, physically and emotionally". With that a look of determination came across his face and before I knew it, my hands where above my head, and he was between my legs sucking my still hard cock like his life depended on it. It wasn't easy, he required some encouragement and instruction, and I had to hold my hands above my head physically in order to stop from the edging he was giving me making me take over. I wanted this boy to succeed like no other, I wasn't going to take control and ruin his chances. And to his credit he kept going, changing positions, trying different rhythms and styles, deep throating, gagging, changing angles, until about an hour in he found the magical rhythm angle and depth, and he redoubled his efforts sucking like a starving child working for a life saving meal, and I was moaning louder and louder, my neighbours must have heard, and then to my massive relief and happy surprise I did what I rarely ever have done before, I shot my load, purely due to the lips, mouth and tongue that currently worked my rod. Dean took it all in his mouth, I felt him take a couple of swallows but no semen leaked from his lips, even as I shot another massive load, one that frankly surprised even me, how could there be this much in my balls after the load I shot in his ass not long ago? Once finally done and I regained my composure I usher Dean up, and told him to open his mouth and show me my seed, there it was coating his tongue. "now close your mouth and swirl it around, make sure you fully taste and enjoy it all" he moaned showing genuine enjoyment as he did as he was told until I instructed him to swallow. "did that taste good?" I asked already knowing the answer but wanting to hear it. "Yes Daddy, it was delicious. Daddy can I tell you something? You might think badly of me, but I've sucked and swallowed lots of cocks and cum in my life, and I'm not bullshitting when I say, yours tastes the best feels the best, and your cum might be my new favourite food" he blushed a little. "You know what boy, daddies had lots of experience too, and I'm already forgetting them because you are so much better. If you're telling the truth to me then you are my dream boy and love". Dean snuggled in, confirming that yes it was the truth, going to some detail about how good my seed was, about how he can feel it in his tummy and his ass still, how it seems like it is taking over his body now and almost chemically owning him. I confirmed that was my intent, and after making out a little more, I picked up the pipe again, as I breathed in the clouds I realised, not once had my boy left my cock unattended, I'd never had to remind him, to stroke it or suck it, he naturally knew he should be of service to it, and I leant in, shotgunning and making out deeply with him. "I'm glad you stayed and don't have to rush away" I confirmed in between puffs and kisses, "you've got me rock hard again... Can that sweet boy hole take some more pounding?" "yes daddy, please, is this part of becoming your boy daddy?" "no son, this is purely for lust and passion, I'll tell you about next steps after". And before I knew it I was balls deep raw in his hot tight hole again, again it both resisted and hurt but somehow was also accepting and welcoming, as I got balls deep I noticed any plain was also gone and replaced with pleasure as soon as I bottomed out. Something he later said that was also unique to me. This time we fucked in a more loving passionate and connected way, near the end it got rougher as I bred him, which he loved, but the fuck itself was long, deep and focused on being as one, as intensely as possible. As he sucked me clean, my third load now settling deep in his sweet boy pussy, I found myself hoping this was real and not just another hot hook up forgotten in the new day... And to my surprise my boy was thinking the same way. "it's morning daddy, I have to go home soon, but I mean it sir, I want to be yours, see where this goes and devote myself to you, my mouth and ass already desire more of your cock and seed. What do i do next to be your property?" With that I explained that he should go home, live his life for a week, be a slut, get as much cock and cum as he can, and I will get as much ass as I can, then in the cold sober light of Friday, if we still want each other I will invite you back for a night making love without puff to be sure this is not just a drug fantasy. And if all of that goes well, then you will be my boy. I explained, this was a test to be sure our connection was special, that no other man could satisfy him like me and no other boy could satisfy me. I told him I hate games, I like honesty, and to please stay in touch, communicate lots about everything during the week, even if it is not what we hope, I would rather not be left wondering. He agreed, and after I offered him a shower but he said he didn't want to wash my smell off him, we got ready and I drove him home, now knowing where my toy lived. The following week went by quickly, my boy delighting me by keeping in constant touch on whatsapp, both of us expressing our desire for more of the other, then going off with other people to see if it saciated the desire... And it never did, took the edge off a little for a short time yes, like a drug addict getting an inferior substitute, but the cravings continued until 6pm Friday night, I stood outside my apartment building, a huge smile across my face as I got instantly hard seeing my boy walking up the street returning to me, rushing, with no patience left as he waited to cross the busy street and fall into my arms for a deep close passionate kiss and cuddle. The drivers looking at us melted away as I rushed him inside, and quickly desperately got naked and got inside him again. Making passionate connecting love, drug free, all evening and again when we woke in the morning. He blew off his plans for the weekend and coming week, and we have been together ever since... Puffing, role playing, living out fantasies. But it would take a year before I would reveal my last secret to him, we'd said we were on prep, but not discussed status, and my connection with him had been so intense and so overwhelming straight away, that l had kept from him that I am HIV positive, undetectable. But how he found that out is a whole other story... Tbc?

I didn't respond and he didn't contact me for a week. Then he shared this sad tale. "Oh daddy. I need you here so badly. After my slimey boyfriend gave my ass to so many strangers I confessed I had not been taking my PreP. I told him I didn't want him getting me knocked up. He was furious! He threw a few of my clothes in a bag and tossed me out onto the street. I had nowhere else to go. I have no friends and my family abandoned me years ago. I went to a run down motel nearby and cried the whole weekend away. I couldn't eat, I couldn't sleep, I just stayed curled up in bed and cried. Well I did squirl through Scruff from time to time. But I didn't want to cheat on that ass hole with anyone but you. A couple guys tried to hit on me, I was tempted, but in the end I kept chickening out. I need only your toxic babies in my ass! By Monday I was exhausted and crawled home with my tail between my legs. I begged him to take me back. I promised I'd take my PreP. I know, I'm pathetic! But he did take me back. I need you to come save me, set me free with your gift, claim me as your son slave. Please daddy, please!" I figured he was beyond reasoning with and didn't respond. We were having unseasonably warm weather so I checked out a nearby cruising woods. At first there weren't even any other cars around but I decided to get in a little walk if nothing else. Without leaves there was very little privacy. If I did come upon some action we'd have a hard time finding any privacy. I love the risk of outdoor sex, but there is a difference between risk and outright stupidity. I had spent a bit of time sitting on a bench and scrolling through hookup sites and was about to leave. Then I saw him entering the trails. The closer he got the more enticing I found him. He looked to be in his late twenties. 5' 10", solid frame, neither gym bunny fit nor overly heavy, just the build that gets my attention. His soft blonde hair was well trimmed as was his beard. As he approached my bench I assumed he would pass by an older guy like me. I said hello anyway and he responded with a pleasant hello back. This is when I saw his warm brown eyes, pleasant smile and captivating dimpled chin. The chest hair spilling out the open neck of his shirt had me in instant lust. His voice was soft and warm; "Not much protective cover if someone was looking to get into some nasty play." He'd started rubbing his crotch. "Well I'm nothing if not inventive. Shall we look for some shelter?" I responded. "Show me the way, daddy. " It didn't take me long to find a little hollow. Our bodies melted into a warm hug and a passionate kiss. I was soon on my knees meeting his semi erection which he had just released from his Comando jeans. It quickly began to warm and harden in my mouth. He moaned as I swallowed the now 7 hard inches to the hilt. His hands moved to the back of my head and held his cock pressing on my tonsils. His tool wasn't too thick to breathe around. This oral dance soon transformed into a steady face fuck. I had moved to a standing bent over position and managed to open my jeans and slide them down to expose my bare ass framed by my jock strap. His breathing was getting heavy as he wet a finger and found my hole. "Turn around daddy. I've got something bigger than this finger for you." I moved and bent, leaning against the closest tree. He spit on my hole, then on his cock and was soon carefully working his raw tool into me. I moaned and kept breathing deeply. "Daddy is so fuckin bad isn't he. Taking this strangers cock bareback. You don't even know my name. I bet this slut daddy never uses protection. Never asks questions. Am I right you silver fox daddy?" "Absofuckinlutely right young man. Fuck me hard." So he laid on a pounding so hard I saw stars. I could tell he was very close and without a word he started to convulse and growel as he filled me with his seed. He stayed inside hugging me for sometime as I milked every last drop out of him with my ass cheeks. When he pulled out he crouched down and fetched part of his load out of my ass. His beard scratched around my hole and was cummy as he moved in for a kiss. We were soon sloshing my ass juices and his cum back and forth between our mouths. That was until almost in complete synchronicity we both swallowed. "Damn daddy, I was hoping you'd use that for lube to return the fuck favour. " "Sorry son, didn't bring a little blue pill." "Then it'll have to be next time old man." We chatted freely as we made our way back to our cars. The last thing we shared was a plan to meet here same day, same time the next week. He told me his name is Jeff. I don't know what motivated me but I decided to share this hot encounter with the young guy out west on Scruff. I guess I wanted him to understand I'm a bottom, not a breeding gifter. "Fuck daddy, that was so hot. In my minds eye I was so jealous watching that young buck breeding you. I want it to be you breeding me! I've been taking my PreP and daddy rewards me by taking me to the woods from time to time. Every time another stranger unloads in me I fantasize I'm not on PreP and it's your toxic seed filling and gifting me. Please get off your meds so you're ready to gift and claim me when you come back." I wrote back; "I'm so turned on hearing you are getting loaded by lots of strangers and fantasizing it's me knocking you up. Why don't you stop taking PreP without telling your boyfriend. Then you'll be all the more excited as those strangers load you. " He shot back; "Oh yes daddy, I won't tell my lame boyfriend and stop PreP if I know you will be here soon with a toxic load for me. Promise me you 'll soon be here and highly viral. Promise me please." I don't know what got into me, I lied and promised him. "Great. Thank you daddy. I just flushed my PreP pills and replaced them with sugar pills. My stupid ass boyfriend will never know. Get here quickly before he farms my ass out to more strangers." Once again I ignored him. Jeff messaged me before our next meet up. "Is it okay if I bring along a friend? He's got a great cock. " "Sure, bring him along ." They arrived right on time. Jeff's friend was a rough looking dude. 6' 3" long straight black hair in a pony tail. This left the tattoo on his neck quite visible as were the tattoos on his fingers and back of his hands. Jeff moved right in for a hug and a kiss. His friend moved in behind me nice and tight and nibbled on my ear. I didn't know whose hands were loosening my belt, opening and sliding down my jeans, but it had to be Jeff's friend's cock that was snaking into my rear door. I hadn't seen it but it had to be huge as I struggled to keep from screaming. Jeff's kisses helped to distract me a bit. As soon as the monster cock bottomed out in me the piston fuck began. Jeff and I took turns sucking each other's cocks as the relentless brutalization continued. We'd just switched back to Jeff's talented mouth on my hard 8 inches. I'd taken the blue pill as I drove to the woods. I felt Jeff's friends teeth sink into my shoulder and knew he was blasting away inside me. I couldn't hold off any longer and shot surg after surg down Jeff's throat. As Jeff's friend softened and fell out of me he informed me it was time I clean his cock. I obediently turned, knelt, and was face to face with his eight inch flaccid uncut member. Above this cock was a soup can lid sized biohazard tattoo. The cum in my ass suddenly felt radioactive and I was slurping that cock clean faster than ... well very quickly. That's when we heard the dog bark and it and a woman were approaching quickly. We hastily covered ourselves and headed for the parking lot. When out of ear shot of the woman I asked Jeff's friend if the tattoo was a real warning. He assured me it absolutely was. He'd been converted two years earlier and hadn't taken any meds. His viral load grew in potency by the week. He wondered if I was concerned. "Fuck no, the opposite. " I replied Jeff, "So you're chasing daddy?" "No been poz and undetectable for many years. I just love knowing there's a charged load I'm carrying around. " Jeff, "So you won't gift me?" The friend, "Yeah pops, he won't take the gift from me. But he sure would from a sexy silver fox like you." "Drop your meds daddy. Fuck me 'til I'm carrying your toxic DNA. " How had I suddenly become a poz gifting magnet for such sexy young cubs. Jeff's pleading puppy dog eyes were almost too much to resist. Maybe I could consider a meds holiday.

I used to know a guy, a real pig, who was very into all sorts of piss play and in particular piss fucking. After a night of breeding and seeding, I would wake up in the morning feeling his hard dick sliding into my sloppy hole. Shortly after, my guts would be flooded by a warm wet stream of early morning piss. It was an amazing sensation.

I'm actually fucking @tonycruz right now - I'm trying to see if I can get him up for doing a live stream on justforfans...

After what might’ve been the best pump of my life I went to the water fountain with Clint when I realized it was 530. “ holy fuck we’ve been here for five and a half hours” I said “Yeah I didn’t stop you because you were doing great and I figured time wasn’t an issue” Clint replied “Fuck it is tonight I have a date at 6” “Damn do you have time to go home and shower you are drenched in sweat after all” “No its ten minutes away but my house is twenty” “Well looks like you’ll have to shower here with the real men, Timmy boy” Clint teased. I had never used the gym showers because I was always nervous about my small cock being seen. Clint had been poking fun at me for going home to shower for months now. “ I guess I have no choice” I replied dejected “No you do not, now follow my lead” Clint made his way into the locker room and I followed. I had always hated locker rooms since I middle school when I started noticing everyone else’s cock got bigger but mine stayed the same. Once we got to the lockers Clint began striping, saying “C’mon strip you ain’t gonna shower with your clothes on” I began to tentatively take my clothes off as I looked over a Clint’s large tattooed frame. He was wearing only a jock strap that seemed to be filled to the brim. When he took that off his 7 inches soft cock and massive balls fell out. I felt blood rush to my cock as I took of my briefs revealing my tiny cock. “Atta boy now lets hit the shower” Clint said as he wrapped his muscled arm around me, pulling me towards his smelly pit. As we entered the shower room I saw there were no stalls only a row of shower heads along the wall with small racks of soap. I took a shower head by the end and Clint took the one right to my right. As we began lathering I could not take my eyes off Clint’s massive cock. “ you wanna suck it faggot” Clint asked shocking me “Huh” “ I said do you want to suck my cock faggot, you’ve been staring at it since I took my jock off” “ uh I don’t-“ “Uh uh, shut the fuck up and get on your knees before I force you down” Clint said putting his massive bear claw on my shoulder and pressing me to my knees. Once on my knees I could smell the reek of his bush which instinctively made me breathe out of my mouth, which was clearly a mistake as Clint stuck his cock in my open mouth. “Now Timmy be a good boy and don’t bite, if you do I’ll have to break your fucking jaw and ruin that pretty face” he said as he spit straight into my eye. He pushed me toward the wall then began violently piston fucking my throat. I thought he was gonna break my skull open but he just kept pounding. “Oh yeah boy I’m gonna cum, you want me to fill you up don’t you, you don’t want me wasting my potent seed, you want it in your guts I can tell” he said before bottoming out and shooting a load straight down my throat. As he stood there he pulled out slightly before saying “Oh looks like I gotta piss, you’ll be god and drink it won’t you Timmy” he looked down at me shaking my head before I felt his warm acidic stream in my mouth “Swallow it all faggot, you don’t want to disappoint me” he said and I was surprised to agree and swallowed his huge flow down “Ah now how’d you like that Tim” he said pulling me up as I stared shell shocked “Hmm looks like you need a little something yourself” “Are you gonna suck me” I asked “HA that tiny thing, no fucking way” he said slapping my tiny balls almost forcing me to the ground “ face the wall now” Clint bent down behind me as I felt his hand begin to spread my cheeks. Before I knew what was happening his tongue was in my hole. It felt electric and I began moaning like a porn actress. I had never felt anything this good as he kept driving his tongue into me. After less than a minute the most intense orgasm came over me and I shot my load onto the wall before falling into it. “Tasty, I always love eating a virgin hole” Clint said standing “ you ok bud we should probably get going we’ve been in here a while” he said helping me up As we got dressed Clint looked at me and said “so you’re coming home with me right tim” “I’d love to” I replied eagerly

Since you said dick here's mine.

I picked up the pace, my PA and, indeed, whole bulbous cock head now breaching his inner ring on each thrust. Something in there was catching on my PA, driving me crazy with the feeling but also from the thought of what I was doing to him. My bicep snaked it's way around his slender neck, flexing as I revelled in my own power. "Gonna knock you up kid", I growled in his ear. His struggles were a delight. The little body squirming ineffectively under me. "no! no, you said you'd pull out" I humped down on him harder. My body beating the struggle from him. "nah, you said that". I squeezed harder as my balls began to evacuate my potent seed into his receptive guts. A big load, owing to lack of action during these strange, locked-down times which was now been forced into his body. He'd stopped struggling and I think his little cock had climaxed at some point. I lay there, holding him in place, willing my babies to feed off him, knowing he'd be trying to dump them as soon as I let him. ,,,,, Later, after he'd gone, I wondered whether he'd find his way to an STD clinic or GP or whether lockdown would increase my chances of converting him. Who knew? I went back to my weights putting my energy into keeping my big body toned and strong. I needed it for my work as a trainer and builder (furloughed from both for now) and also to snare the kind of hot twinks that I love though they were thin on the ground since the Covid-19 lockdown belatedly hit this great city. A little more about me: outside of the bedroom I'm in no way aggressive. I'm single, and easy going. I help out with youth groups and look after my neighbours in the small apartment block in which I live in central London. I play rugby, wrestle and swim for fun where my 6'2'' 240lb frame helps or hinders (depending on which I am doing). ..... Out on my little balcony later that afternoon, I heard my upstairs neighbour knocking around. "Jake, how you keeping?" I shouted up at him. "Yeh, ok, I guess, bored as heck though man. Not seen anyone in about a week". "Really? What about your folks?" "They are isolating, got symptoms and they can't risk giving it to me." "Oh, yeah, course. Sorry to hear that". Jake was in his late teens, maybe early 20s. A fragile kid though, immune system issues. The apartment was bought for him and I'd never known him go out to work since he had moved in a year ago. he never went out much at all, to be honest. "Anything I can do to help?" "Been hoping you would say that...actually I've been looking out for you, everyone else seems to have left the city!". There were six apartments in total in our little block and they were indeed unusually quiet. "What can I do for you?" "Would you be able to get me some supplies? I'm out of bread, milk and pizza, and I need my meds picking up from the chemist before the bank holiday". "Sure thing. I was going to the shop before the Easter break anyway. I'll come up and get your list now" Up one flight of stairs and Jake was waiting, door open, list in hand. At 5'5'' he probably didn't weigh 100lbs wet through. A cute little face under dirty blond hair but not really my type, at least I'd never thought of him that way. "The chemist shuts at 6pm. I'm so glad you can get this for me" he said, handing over a prescription and a short shopping list. His eyes seemed to linger on my groin, not unusual for me when I'm in my running shorts which ride fairly high but I brushed it off and headed out on my errands. ..... I spent a while in the supermarket at one point almost picking up a hot young soccer player but his straight mates got too close and he scarpered but with my phone number shoved in his shorts. I was still horny at the checkout when I remembered the chemist. "Fuck! They'd be long closed by now". I checked anyway but they'd locked up for the break so I made my way back to Jake. He invited me in but asked me to sit at the other end of the sofa and I explained what had happened. The meds really seemed to throw him, so I offered to do my best to get him some over the weekend and to be on call 24/7 in case something happened and he seemed to calm down. I gave him a beer from my shopping bag which initially he refused as he'd not supposed to drink and we watched some TV together. WWE wrestling seemed to be his favourite so we watched that together. I began to tell him how wrestling really worked, both pro and freestyle and he was clearly psyched that I actually did this sport which he loved to watch for fun. "Have you been on TV?" "No man, but there's a few vids of me wrestling kicking about on Youtube and the like". In the end, I could only find one video on a non-porn site but we watched it with Jake eagerly questioning me. About then my phone bleeped: Soccer boy from the supermarket. He wanted to play. I made my excuses with Jake, made sure he had my number and promised to check in on him first thing tomorrow. ..... Not five minutes later I was buzzing soccer-boy up to my door. I had him strip to his briefs in my bedroom, admiring his toned body and little cock bulge. Then he undressed me, pulling my running singlet over my head and easing my running shorts down over my thighs. His eyes caught on my biohaz tat, lurking above my cock and lit up at the sight of my heavy PA and hardening cock. I let him lick for a minute or two before shoving my length down his throat after laying him on his back on my bed. I love mounting a twinks head and throat like this but I was really craving his shapely little arse so after five minutes I had him come up for air and flipped him onto his front, exposing that peachy, wrinkled hole. My fingers slipped inside, telling me he was no novice though he was still very tight and I slapped his pucker with my PA several times, teasing him and dripping my pre over him. With that it was time to push forward and open him up... "Wait! You need to rubber up!" he was handing me a jonny that had been in his shorts. "Really?" Not been one of my usual online hookups, we hadn't discussed this. "Just the tip...to get you open". I pushed harder, the edge of my PA disappearing in him but his hole resisting me hard. "No man. I've seen your tat. I'm not on prep". My cock swelled at this news. "No condom, no fuck". I smiled. "ok, ok", grabbing the rubber off him and rolling it over half my shaft, it was tight as fuck. A quick wad of spit, for my benefit, and I was plunging into his mostly dry hole. Between his legs, pushing them wide apart while I worked my full length in. "fuck....fuck...fuck, you are hurting me" he whimpered, getting louder. I thought of Jake upstairs, not wanting to alarm my little buddy and pulled out of my new fuck toy. "got any lube man?" he asked, taking in my still rubbered cock. "nothing proper" I lied "but we could try this". I reached for the vaseline. "Sure, ok". I got him to lie on his back and push open his hole as i put a few thick gloops inside him before wiping my fingers clean on his chest and placing my cock in his entrance. Sliding back in, I could see he was in relative heaven and in no time I was balls deep. His little hands were grasping around my cock base, amazed at how wide I was but checking for the precious, life saving condom. I did him a 'favour' and pulled out, stretching the rubber so that it went right down to the base and he kept it pinned there as I plunged back in, now reassured it wasn't unrolling inside him. His own stretching and the vaseline made it inevitable and with one hard thrust i felt the rubber break. "mmmm....I'm through your inner cunt now", I reassured him, placing my musky armpit over his cute face to give him too much to think about as I could feel my beast literally shredding his velvety insides. I held on as long as I could, listening to him moan, thinking of Jake upstairs but now not because of the disturbance but because of his cute skinny body. It was all too much and my cock began to flex, depositing my dirty seed so deep inside this fertile twink that I knew he wouldn't feel it or be able to push it out in a hurry. With that, I ripped my cock out of him and pulled off the shreds of rubber from it before sitting astride his chest, pinning him to the bed as he tonged my cock and balls clean of his own ass juices while he jerked his cock juices up my back unaware of my DNA seeping into him

My biggest fantasy is to let someone piss inside my hole, but I never seem to find guys who are up for it or someone who's still down after they cum in my hole. do you guys get lucky with this? How does it feel?

So I have this problem. I want to be a massive cumdump, but as soon as I cum, I'm done and the game is over for me. Sometimes I just can't help myself. How do I prolong the experience. I don't mind cumming, I mean, who does, but I want to stay horny so I can keep sucking and being fucked. Any advice from the more experienced guys?

Met this guy while roller-blading in the park a while ago. He was cute, about 22 years old, newly gay, only been fucked once. We just started hanging out as friends and doing stuff. I wasn't looking for a relationship, and he was. He had those eyes for me that followed me everywhere I went, and watched my body move any chance he got. He was a really sweet kid, and we had a lot of fun, but nothing ever happened. We'd been hanging out for about 6 months, and he knew I was poz, and we'd discussed sex a lot. He knew I was into barebacking strictly, and all about my past. He wanted me anyway. He wanted me to be his boyfriend, but as I said, I wasn't looking for any sort of commitment, and I knew if I had sex with him, he'd only get more emotionally involved. I'd been experimenting with bondage, mostly being tied up for a few months, and had chatted with this guy online for a while about getting together. After taking all the safety measures of getting to know him, and trust him, we finally agreed to meet. We'd been talking for about 3 months online so far. He had someone he said who wanted to watch the scene we would do, but not be involved in it. He said the guy was young, cute, and curious to try it himself, and wanted to see how things went. I have never minded doing stuff in public or being watched, so I agreed. I got to the guy's house that Saturday night, and he immediately stripped and blindfolded me He then led me naked down to his basement, where he had a dungeon setup. I was already hard, and dripping as I was going down the stairs. He tied me to a St. Andrews cross, fully spread eagle, naked, tied at the wrists, ankles, and waist by soft nylon ropes. He did his things to me then, since this isn't really a bondage group, I won't get into all the details, but suffice it to say, my cock was tied, teased, and my body was in exquisite pain/pleasure for about 2 hours. I was begging to be allowed to cum at this point, and he knew it. He told me the guy had been watching the whole scene, and it made my already hard dick throb even more (there was a huge wet puddle of my pre-cum under me), and ooze out another thick glob of juice, as I felt it slowly drool out of my dick and slide down to the floor. He removed the blindfold then, and it took me about a minute for my eyes to readjust to seeing after 2 1/2 hours of being totally in the dark. There before me stood my bondage top, and a little behind him and against the wall, was "the kid." This was the kid I'd mentioned earlier, my little buddy. He'd been watching me the whole time. I was confused, and surprised, but not angry. The kid told me he had worked out a deal for the top guy, and had him talk to me online, so he could see me having fun finally. I laughed, and didn't really mind. He'd probably be even more focused on me now, but we hadn't had sex, and it was alright. They both kind of looked at each other, and the top said that I didn't realize the full extent of the deal. I was confused. The top stripped the kid naked before me, and began tying him up as well, only he was being tied face down, reverse hogtied, with his body bent over a padded structure, his legs open and spread and tied to the legs. Wow, I thought, I get to watch and get off too. That wasn't what the "deal" was though. All the time the kid was being tied, the top continued to keep me hard and on edge, so I was still bursting at the balls. Finally the kid was tied up, and spread open. The top then moved the kid and his structure directly in front of me, so that the kids ass lined up a few inches in front of my dick. Again, I was confused. The top explained that the deal was that the kid got to get fucked by me, which I would never agree to, and the top got to watch this beautiful, young kid, get fucked bare, and take a poz load in his neg ass. I almost lost my hardon. Now I was mad, and felt betrayed. I thought to myself, the kid doesn't realize what he's doing! He knew I was poz, and knew he shouldn't be doing this. At the same time, I was still hard, and the thought of fucking his beautiful, sweet ass, and blowing a charged load into him, changing him forever, made another huge glob of precum ooze out of my dick. I was then gagged, so I couldn't say anything or complain. I could hardly even move, I was tied so tight. Slowly the top moved the kid backwards towards my aching dick. My dickhead brushed across his tight little hold, and it became wet with more of the precum I was now almost flowing out of my dick. The kid had a lot more mobility than I did in movement, and he slowly started to back himself onto my throbbing dick. I tried to move or resist, but it was useless. The head popped in, without any lube other than my precum, and my head swam in confusion of fear for the kid, and the pleasure finally being supplied to my dick that had been denied through teasing for hours. The kid continued to back himself onto me, until he had about half of my dick in him, and stopped. Obviously it hurt him (remember, I was only the 2nd guy to be inside him). He kinda lost his nerve a bit from the pain I think, and just held still. The top seeing this grabbed for his balls, and pulled, causing the kid to back away from him and fully impale himself onto my entire dick. He kinda squealed in pain, because my dick at the base was pretty dry, and I kinda tore into him as he suddenly backed onto me. My dick was harder than it has ever been, as the top pushed the structure under the kid more towards me, pinning the kid against me and the table, so that he couldn't pull himself off my dick. There we were locked together, me inside him, neither of us able to move. At that moment, I was still so hard, and wanted to fuck, I just couldn't help myself. With what little mobility I had, I slowly started to fuck his ass, it felt so good and warm. I looked down at my dick, and there was a little blood on it, the kid had torn his ass being impaled on me. I knew we wouldn't be released until we were done, and strangely a part of me was incredibly turned on by the fact that I would probably be pozzing this kid. I thrust more, and felt more precum flowing out of my shaft and into him, lubing his ass more, and making it feel more wet. The top started to play with my balls, and nips again, and my thrusting grew more insistent. The kid was being really quiet, I wasn't sure if he was in pain, or scared, or what, but then I realized I didn't care. I wanted to fuck, I needed to cum, and I was turned on by blowing my cum into his little neg ass. I lost restraint, and let go, slowly pumping back and forth into him. Within two minutes, I couldn't hold back, since I had been on the edge for two hours, the top squeezed on my balls, and my dick grew even bigger, as I shuddered and started cumming into him. The thoughts going through my mind were of a savage sexual aggression, I wanted to fuck him, to cum in him and to blow poz cum into his neg ass, I was so turned on, as my dick spasmed and contracted, and I shot what felt like 10-12 thick spurts of cum into his ass. We held still for a while, and then were both untied. We left together, and didn't say a word at all. I drove the kid to my house, and we both went in, still not talking. Wordlessly, I took his hand and took him to the bedroom, and undressed us both. I began kissing him, licking him all over and bent him back onto the bed. I licked his hairless, smooth, tight little body, as he writhed around and moaned. I sucked his nips, licked his balls, and slowly took his dick into my mouth, and sucked slowly. He came almost instantly, and I let it flow from his dick into my mouth, and held it there. When he finished, I climbed up to him, and kissed him, sharing his sperm between our two mouths, kissing and licking his lips. He ate his own cum greedily, as I spread his legs open, and moved between them. Still wordlessly, I mounted his ass, and slid bare inside him. He moaned, and opened his legs more, his eyes filled with lust and passion. I slowly fucked him this time for a while, thinking the whole time, how I needed to breed his ass more, make sure the poz cum took hold of his body, and blew another load into him. He said he could feel as my dick was contracting in his ass, and then a really warm, wet feeling as my cum went into him. I fucked him all the rest of the weekend, continually inseminating his ass over and over. I couldn't get enough of it, and was more than turned on by pozzing a neg guy. It was a feeling that lasted, and I wanted to repeat with him and others more and more. The kid converted a few weeks later after getting sick. After a few difficult weeks of resorting out our relationship, we both settled comfortably into becoming fuck buddies, and started working together to tag other neg guys, but that's another story.

Hi everybody! I’ve written a lot of erotic fiction elsewhere, but this is my first story on Breeding Zone. I’m sure a similar setup has been done in the past, but I thought this would be a fun saga to write. The premise is the path of a virus making its way from person to person, claiming more and more victims (both willing and unwilling). Enjoy! Patient 1: Sam The summer of 1983 was off to a sweltering start. Sam had moved to San Francisco three years ago, but he couldn’t remember a hotter period in the city. He’d stayed inside as much as possible, glued to the small AC unit in the bedroom window of his tiny apartment. Of course, that awful flu from last week certainly hadn’t helped. He’d come down pretty suddenly with a raging fever and horrible muscle aches, confined to his room for almost two weeks. He could barely get out of bed, let alone out into that summer heat. Now that he was feeling better, he was looking forward to finally getting laid. It had been too long since he’d had sex. The last guy he’d fucked had been this totally hot flight attendant he’d met on a flight back to his hometown in Alabama. The guy was a total DILF: mid-30s, blonde hair, thick mustache like a caterpillar. The second Sam stepped on the plane he knew he was gonna fuck this guy. They were barely off the ground before the attendant slipped Sam a note asking him to meet him in the first-class lavatory. When he arrived, the guy already had his cock out of his pants and was stroking it. “Get on your knees,” he said. Sam complied, dropping to the ground and taking the man’s cock into his soft mouth. He sucked him hungrily, bringing the guy’s cock to full, beautiful hardness within seconds. “Bend over the sink.” The man pulled his pants down to the ground. His cock sprang out, wet and hard. Sam had only bottomed once or twice before, but this cock was too delicious to pass up. He unzipped his pants, releasing his throbbing cock from his briefs. He stroked it in his hand as he felt the head of the man’s cock rubbing up against his hole. Then it was pushing its way in, tearing up his insides as it sank deep inside. A little lube would have been nice, though Sam never used lube himself when he was the one doing the fucking. He preferred the natural, slick wetness of a man’s insides. The flight attendant fucked him roughly, grabbing his hips and thrusting him back against his cock. Precum dripped out of his cock, which bounced wildly with every thrust. “Such a tight hole,” the man said with a smirk. “You a virgin?” “Mmph… I’m a top… ugh…” moaned Sam. The man laughed, then picked up the pace, fucking him harder. “Sure you are.” Sam just moaned. The cock was rubbing up against something inside him, and as he stroked his cock, he could feel his orgasm just around the corner. But before he could shoot off, the man shoved his cock deep inside him and groaned. “Take that load… fuck yeah,” said the flight attendant as his cock pulsed inside Sam’s hole. He could feel every burst of the man’s seed as it worked its way deep inside his rectum. It was just what he needed to push him over the edge, spraying his own load over the bathroom mirror as he let out a cry. But that had been a month ago. He stayed with his parents in Alabama for the next couple of weeks, which left him no time (and very little options) for cruising. Then, the second he stepped foot back into the city, he’d been hit with that awful flu. Sam hadn’t gone this long without having sex since he’d lost his virginity at 18. He knew he was a bit of a late bloomer, but he’d wasted no time making up for it over the next three years. At 21, he was still in his sexual prime. He was tall and trim, with a body he’d worked hard for and a pretty sizable dick he’d been blessed with. He practically lived at the baths, spending his evenings after work pumping iron and cruising the sauna. He’d gotten off in more guys than he could count, getting his dick sucked and blowing a load in whichever naive bottom just moved to town. Now it was a Sunday morning, bright and hot as ever. He’d used up his sick pay calling out the last two weeks, so he knew he’d have to go back in tomorrow. Today was his last chance to get laid before the workweek. He pulled on a pair of white jockey Y-fronts and some cutoff jean shorts, his dark brown bush peeking out from the top. A lot of guys these days had started shaving, but he loved how manly he felt with a full, dark bush. There was something so hot about seeing a guy’s nose buried in his pubes. Since it was too hot to wear much more than that outside, he tucked a tank top into his back pocket and headed out the door. As soon as he stepped outside he felt the sun beating down on him. Sweat dripped down his chest, practically steaming off of his hot skin. For a moment he wondered if he was still slightly feverish. Perhaps he should stay home after all. But his cock was too busy leading the way, so he wiped his brow and set off in the direction of the baths, already dreaming of slipping into the cold pool. When he turned the corner, the sight of the man at the end of the block almost made him stop in his tracks. He was short and thick, a perfect mix of muscle and curves that Sam loved on the guys he fucked. Forget the skinny twinks–Sam was all about having something to grab onto while fucking. The guy wore a black tank top and baseball cap, which showed off his dark tan skin and beefy chest. As he got closer, Sam could see that he was probably Latino. He had a thin black mustache on his upper lip, and he was looking right at Sam with a gleam he recognized all too well. They slowed down as they passed each other, each turning their heads to check the other out. Sam got a look at the guy’s ass, which looked full and fuckable in a pair of black workout shorts. He locked eyes with the guy again, who smiled and beckoned him with a subtle nod. The chase was on. Sam turned on his heels, following the hot Latino man down the street. He was growing hard at the anticipation of sinking into that tight hole. He shoved his hand down his Y-fronts to adjust himself, then grinned as the man looked back and saw him. The guy kept walking for another couple of blocks before turning down a street lined with a row of apartments. After a minute, he stopped in front of a tall rust-colored building. Without looking at Sam, he walked up the stairs to the entrance and unlocked the door. For a second, Sam thought he’d disappeared inside without him, but as he made his way up the steps, he could see a hand holding the door open. He put his hand on the other man’s, feeling his soft, warm skin as he slipped inside the apartment and the door shut behind them. Without a word, he followed the guy up the stairs. The man’s ass was an inch away from his face, jiggling deliciously in those black shorts. He stuck his nose in close and breathed deeply, inhaling the man’s musk. He’d have his tongue deep in there in a minute, he was sure. The man stopped on the third floor in front of one of the apartment doors. He turned and smiled at Sam. “Dario,” he said. “Excuse me?” The guy laughed. “Dario. It’s my name.” He had a little bit of an accent that Sam found incredibly sexy. “Oh. I’m Sam.” Dario bit his lip. “Sam… would you like to come inside?” Would he ever! He put his thumb on Dario’s lip, pulling open that soft mouth. He slipped it inside to feel the wetness of Dario’s tongue. Dario closed his mouth around it, sucking on Sam’s thumb like it was an audition. “Fuck yeah,” he said. He grabbed the back of Dario’s head and pulled him in for a kiss. His tongue invaded Dario’s mouth, wrestling for dominance. His hands slid into Dario’s shorts and squeezed that thick, juicy ass. He could feel the heat rising in him, urging him to seed this bottom. But before his fingers could make their way into the holy land, Dario broke the kiss. “Follow me,” he said breathlessly. He opened the door and walked inside the apartment, leaving Sam to follow. The place was small but intimate. It looked like Dario lived alone–good. No interruptions, then. Dario stripped off his tank top. He was smooth all over, a thin layer of sweat covering his light brown skin. Sam reached forward and grazed his fingertips against Dario’s skin. He rubbed his thumbs over the man’s nipples. Dario shuddered and leaned his head back, exposing his neck for the taking. Sam leaned in and ran his lips against Dario’s ear. “What are you into?” he whispered. He was playing with Dario’s nipples, enjoying hearing the bottom boy moan. “Whatever you want,” whimpered Dario. He smiled. Right answer. He latched onto Dario’s neck, kissing and licking and biting him as his hands groped the man’s ass. He reached his fingers underneath Dario’s shorts to feel the rough band of a jockstrap. He pulled it back and let it smack against Dario’s ass, making the man moan again. Then he slid his fingers downward, prying apart those sweaty cheeks to find the sweet hole between them. Dario let out a whimper as Sam’s fingertip brushed against his hole. He gently rubbed the outside of it, feeling the smoothness. Smooth holes always made him rock hard. He stuck the tip of his finger inside and wiggled it deep. “Oh, fuck,” said Dario. Sam cut him off with a kiss. His tongue was rough, fighting its way inside the little Latino bottom. He needed to be inside him and he needed to be inside him now. “Bedroom,” he said gruffly. Dario grabbed his cock through his jean shorts, leading him through the living room to a smaller room at the back. The room was dark and hot, with blackout curtains cutting off the light. A fan was running at full blast, but it did little more than swirl the hot air around the room. “Sorry there’s no AC,” said Dario. “Get on the bed.” Sam pulled off his shorts and underwear, letting his dick spring free. Dario laid back against the bed, but when he reached to grab Sam’s dick, Sam grabbed his hands. “No touching,” he said. “You have rope? Handcuffs?” Dario reached into his bedside table and pulled out a pair of cuffs. “Perfect. Now turn around.” He took the cuffs from Dario, then watched as Dario lay flat on his stomach, arms outstretched. Good boy. He put the handcuffs on Dario’s left wrist, then looped it through the headboard before attaching it to his other wrist. He was leaking like mad, leaving a trail of precum on Dario’s lower back. He pulled off Dario’s shorts to reveal his smooth hole. The boy’s ass was so big it looked like the jockstrap could barely contain it. He grabbed his cheeks and pried them apart, mouth watering as he ran his tongue over that tight pucker. Dario was moaning like crazy now, writhing against the bed as he ate him out. He loved eating a boy’s pussy. They were like putty in your hands if you knew how to work your tongue in their hole. But his cock was hard and angry. It wanted in. He rubbed his cock against Dario’s hole and put his mouth against the bottom’s ear. “You want this dick inside you.” It wasn’t a question. “Yes,” whispered Dario. But just as he was about to shove it into that warm, wet slice of heaven, he heard the words that made his blood run cold. “There’s a condom in the drawer.” Sam growled. He had never used a condom in his life. He sure as hell wasn’t about to start now. “I don’t do condoms.” “But haven’t you heard?” Dario looked back at him, eyes wide. “Heard what?” “There’s that thing going around. A virus. My friend in New York was telling me about it. He gave me a pamphlet.” Dario nodded towards the nightstand. It held a small white pamphlet with black lettering that read How to Have Sex in an Epidemic: One Approach. “It says you could get it from getting fucked,” said Dario. Sam huffed. “Well, I don’t get fucked. I fuck. So you don’t have to worry about me, baby–I’m clean.” He rubbed his cock against Dario’s hole again, hoping to make the bottom forget about all this condom nonsense. “Mm.. oh fuck.. It’s not… look, man, I hate it too. But you gotta put one on, okay?” Sam sighed angrily. He was half tempted to just walk out of there, leave Dario handcuffed, and find some bottom at the baths who actually knew how to fuck the way God intended. But the boy looked so fucking hot there, handcuffed and helpless. And that hole had tasted so good… maybe it would be worth it, just this once. “Fine. Where are they?” Dario nodded his head to the nightstand drawer. Sam pulled out a roll of condoms, looking at them in disgust. What was he, a fucking hetero? All this condom talk was making his dick limp. He tore off one of the condoms and set it on the table. He climbed further up the bed, grabbed Dario’s head, and turned it to the side, then shoved his cock deep inside the guy’s mouth. He face fucked him for a minute, getting his dick nice and wet and back to full mast. Finally, when he felt hard as a rock, he ripped open the condom and rolled it down onto his cock. “There’s some lube-” “I don’t need lube,” said Sam. He spit on his hand and rubbed it around the edge of the condom. Then, in one fell swoop, he shoved his cock deep inside Dario’s asshole. “Oh, fuck! Dude, you gotta take it easy,” pleaded Dario. So, maybe he was punishing him a little. So what. He deserved it, what with all that condom bullshit. He pulled his dick out halfway, then rammed it back inside. “Oh! Oh, Jesus,” Dario whimpered. Sam rammed his cock in and out, in and out. He was dripping sweat from his forehead onto Dario’s back, running down that beautiful skin and pooling in the man’s lower back. He leaned down and kissed Dario, thrusting his cock deep inside him again and again. He could feel Dario whimpering in his mouth, no doubt struggling as Sam’s cock tore him up inside. But Sam had enough experience to know that soon enough Dario would be begging him for more. He grabbed the back of Dario’s head and shoved him face-first in the pillow, plowing the man’s hole with reckless abandon. “Take that cock you fucking faggot,” he moaned. Dario’s hole was unbelievably tight, but he couldn’t shake the feeling of how much better it would be raw. The condom felt tight around the head of his dick, making his cock feel less sensitive. He fucked him harder and faster, channeling his rage into his cock. The condom got tighter and tighter around the head of his cock until it was almost too much to bear. Then he felt it–that glorious pop. The condom had snapped. “Oh fuck…” he moaned. His cock felt like heaven inside Dario’s hole. Now there was nothing between the sensitive head and Dario’s warm, wet insides. There was nothing holding him back anymore. He pulled his cock out and thrust it back in, rubbing his cockhead across Dario’s wet fuck chute. “Ugh… Oh… That feels so good,” Dario moaned. “You like that? Like being fucked by a real man?” “Ugh.. yeah… the-the condom’s still on, right?” Sam rolled his eyes. “Of course it is.” “Uhh… are you sure?” He smacked Dario’s ass, making the flesh jiggle. “Don’t worry about it. Now squeeze your ass on my dick.” Dario put his face into the pillow and arched his back up, squeezing his tight hole around Sam’s dick. “Deeper,” he moaned. Sam smirked as he started fucking him again. These bottoms were so stupid. A little bit of dominance and they’ll do anything you say. He couldn’t wait to paint this boy’s insides with his nut, just like God intended. He was fucking him roughly again, lost in the animalistic heat of the moment. His skin felt like it was on fire, hotter than it had been when he was feverous just a few days ago. He slammed his hips against Dario’s cheeks, holding onto the jockstrap like a horse’s reigns as he fucked the shit out of this boy. “Ugh… oh slow down, that hurts…” He ignored him, picking up the pace as he felt his orgasm build. The only thing that mattered now was his own pleasure. He needed to spill his seed, to breed this boy and mark him as his own. He needed to plant his seed so deep inside of Dario that he would be a part of him forever. “Ugh… fuck… I’m coming!” He wrapped his arms around Dario’s chest, squeezing the boy tightly as he blew his load inside him. His cock was planted as far in as it could go, and he felt nothing but ecstasy as it filled the boy’s rectum with cum. He could feel his cock throbbing, pulsing with his heartbeat. He collapsed onto Dario’s back, his cock twitching as it released its last few dribbles of cum. He put his nose in Dario’s hair and breathed in the boy’s scent. It smelled clean and fresh, like a flower waiting to be defiled. Another job well done. “That was fucking hot,” said Dario, his back heaving as he breathed heavily. Sam pulled his cock out of Dario’s hole, relishing one last feel of the boy’s insides. There was a light pink froth on the outside of the condom, a beautiful mixture of cum and a little bit of blood that he sometimes saw when he pushed a bottom to his limits. When he pulled his cock all the way out, he could see the tip of the condom hanging precariously off. He laughed to himself. “What’s so funny?” Dario asked, turning his head to smile at him. Sam ripped off the condom and tossed it in the wastebasket by the bed. “Nothing. Let’s get you off.” He wasn’t a total douchebag, after all. Just because he cared more about his own pleasure than anyone else’s didn’t mean he didn’t like helping bottoms get off. He released Dario from the handcuffs, then turned the boy on his back and kissed him. His hand traced down Dario’s chest, squeezing his meaty pecs and pinching his dark brown nipples. He trailed down the smooth, sweaty skin of his pecs and stomach until his hand reached underneath Dario’s ass, where he slipped his fingers in the boy’s hole once more. “Ahh,” Dario hissed. “It’s a little sore.” Sam kissed his neck. “Cum for me, baby,” he whispered. Dario pulled his cock out of the jockstrap pouch, tugging on it as Sam fingered him deeply. He was working the cum deeper into the boy’s hole, careful to remove any trace of his stealthing. After all, what Dario didn’t know couldn’t hurt him. It wasn’t like there was a real chance of him catching anything anyway. Sam had been to the clinic just a couple of months ago and tested clean. What could he possibly have? “Ugh… oh god, yes,” Dario moaned. He was jerking his cock, his hole gripping Sam’s finger like a vice. Sam shoved his finger in as deep as it would go and wiggled it around. “Cum for me. Now!” Dario cried out as his cock began to spurt. The cum flew up and hit him on the chest, covering those beautiful brown nipples in sticky white seed. Sam kissed him, ravaging the boy’s prostate with his finger as he rode the orgasm. God, he loved breeding these boys more than anything but diddling them to completion was a reward all unto itself. He watched the cum spurting out of Dario’s cock less and less until it was just a dribble. “Wow,” Dario whispered once he’d finished cumming. “That was incredible.” Sam smirked. He pulled his finger out of Dario and sucked it clean. He loved the taste of a boy well fucked. Then he pulled on his jean shorts, stuffing the Y-fronts into his pocket. “Can I see you again?” asked Dario. He pulled on his shoes. “I’ll be at the baths if you’re ever up for another round.” It was certainly possible that they’d hook up again, but not very likely. Sam didn’t like to plow the same field too many times–there were so many other holes to conquer. Still, best to let him have a bit of hope. As he left Dario’s apartment, he felt a sudden burst of energy. Instead of heading home, he set off in the direction of the baths. He’d be ready to go again in minutes, of that he was sure. That month off sex had really shaken him. He needed this, a reminder that he was a man meant to breed. Now that he’d gotten off on his latest conquest, he knew there was a whole world out there just waiting to be conquered.

I had been working out with Clint for a little over a year now. I started hitting the gym after my ex girlfriend cheated on me and I decided I needed to get fit. I met Clint after about 2 months and he took me under his wing. For the past year Clint has been helping me get super jacked. To help with that Clint convinced me to start steroids. “Cmon it’s only a shot and then you’ll get twice if not three times the results, plus it might put some hair on your chest” Clint had said with a chuckle as I was almost hairless compared to him being coated like a bear. While Clint was right about them increasing my gains, he was wrong about the hair. The only side effect was my balls shrinking, but my cock was already only two inches hard so it wasn’t a big deal. Today I met Clint in the parking lot like I normally do, wearing an oversized pump cover and 5in running shorts. Clint always wore a tight black wife beater that showed off his massive pecs and nipple piercings and sweatpants. “I’ve got a surprise for you today” Clint told me as I hoped in his passenger seat “I’m gonna share some of my special pre workout with you Timmy boy” I always hated when he called me that but he just shook my shoulder chuckling. I was excited though as I knew he had some special pre workout that he never shared. “Great I’d love that” I replied “I bet you will, so are you cut” Clint asked “Nah I’m bulking right now we talked about this a few weeks ago I thought” “No dumbass is your cock cut” he said slowly “ do you have foreskin” he over enunciated his words as I stared in confusion. “Uh no i got my foreskin” I said unsure and kind of uncomfortable “Good that makes this easier” he said pulling out a bag of powder “ don’t want you to accidentally shit yourself while squatting” he laughed as I just looked at him confused “We’ll come on then get your cock out” he said “Huh” “ don’t huh me I said get your cock out and I’ll show you how to do it, I’d do it with you but I did some on the way here” with that he grabbed the front of my shorts and underwear and pulled the down revealing my tiny soft cock as I turned red with embarrassment. “See nothing to be nervous about now pull down your foreskin or I’ll do it myself” I complied confused when Clint suddenly stuck his pinky in his mouth then dipped it in the powder, once it was coated he put it to the exposed head of my cock “Uh what are you” I began when Clint cut me off with “now pull the skin up” I followed his instructions and pulled it up over his finger. He suddenly pulled out and his pinky was clean. “Now jerk off” Clint commanded “What the fuck” I asked “Jerk off dumbass you gotta rub it so it absorbs or else you might as well have just licked it”he said “ don’t make me beat you off tim cause if I scratch your back you’d have to scratch mine” I began to nervously rub my cock withthree fingers as my hand was far too big. I was beet red with embarrassment as I rubbed my tiny cock next to the man I looked up to, but as I kept rubbing I started to feel a rush as my nervousness faded away and I started rubbing harder. Even though my cock was totally soft it felt amazing. I felt like I was on the edge when suddenly Clint slapped my hand away from my cock “if you wanna cum in my car you gotta earn it now come on let’s go”

Vietnamese boys( tops and bottoms) love ❤️ fucking with western guys . It's so easy to pick them up bro.. I once had a young muscle guy offered me to pnp with him at my hotel . He fucked me bareback all night and loaded my married cunt more than 3 times with his sperm load. All I had to do was paid for the party favours and smokes he brought over with him. Even though he was totally top but after getting wired and high, he let me bareback him for a long while. His poor asshole was stretched to the max in order to accept my white raw cock and of course I managed to dump my married cheating loads deep inside his wrecked cunt despite him made me promised not to seed him. I tend to be bottom pig when wired and high but the excitement of fucking top guy drives me mad and crazy when I corrupted him and literally got him lost his mind and control over my meaty horny cock . Best feelings and pleasures ever when I actually convince him to let me raw fucking his asshole after long fucking sessions. I have a huge fantasy of fucking " top guy's asshole " and determine to breed and seed him hoping that one day he would get pozzed unexpectedly by other big cocked vers bottoms. I also fucked few slutty Vietnamese whores who I met in the bars and night clubs when I feel hungry for real pussy. I fucked them bareback in both holes , for those girls who don't let me fuck them bareback, I will corrupt them with alcohol and offer money prizes for using their holes bare and get impregnated . For me being a Caucasian guy in Vietnam gives me the advantage of getting sex with both genders easily. I did have an extraordinary awesome experiences in Vietnam during my first 2 weeks to the country for work and holidays. I cant believe that I ended up partying and fucking with as many young guys and girls as I was lucky enough to have sex with, some even younger then my daughter and older then my biological father ( sadly he was no longer with us anymore) . I do miss him alots , especially his uncut cock and the times I was made to service his cock.

Yes, Yes! Bite marks on my shoulders and dig your fingernails into my chest.while groaning, grunting, then screaming a blistering hot load deep in my ass. Yes, please, breed me....oh, sorry, just got home from work and am kinda horny, can you tell? I need to get on sniffies quick

Was just informed that activist, writer and friend David Mixner passed away from Long Covid Complications this week, he will be sorely missed in LGBTQ politics as well as on this and other gay sites. Though we had known of each other for a number of years because of all the people we knew in common and all of the events and galas and such that he was key to organizing and that I appeared in, it took until a random hook-up 3 years ago to finally meet in person - and we had chatted on and off over the years it turned out on subjects both sexual and/or political, even philosophic on this and numerous other sites...Resquiet en Pace, David. Here's a link to his obit: honoring David Mixner obituary

I should have noted this too: the reason we call these kind of right-wing, US-sponsored dictatorships "banana republics" isn't because the governments are bananas; it's because the banana (and other fruit) companies, Dole and Chiquita, effectively ran the countries for decades with US support.

"asking if I could get some puff and if I would like him to bring over his bottom friend and a verse guy for a foursome. " - who would ever say no to that?

Fucking gorgeous

Never in my life had I taken a slam OR a dick so big. I started to realize I was being moved on this ebony God's pole by means I could not identify as myself. My legs were jelly at this point but being held up at the ankles by my new pimps shoulders. My body was almost ceremoniously being lifted and planted onto his mammoth shaft. And mammoth it was. I idly reached for my hole and could not fit my hand around it, and when I did that he laughed and said, "7 around, bitch." When I felt my hole it was being pulled out with every outward thrust and felt gooey and wet, warm and gelatinous as if it were from inside my body and then I saw it in the mirror, it wasn't my hole, it was a prolapsed hole, a wet pussy from inside. I'd been cunted and sissified as promised. When he saw the shock in my face, he came close to me and whispered, "Don't worry baby. Your new daddy gon treat you alright. You taken to my piece like a duck to water and ima make you my number 1 girl. All my bitches hole look like that when I'm through, or worse. You take care of me, and anybody I say, and I'll take care of you. Got it baby?" I shook my head in aggreeance and amazement. He turned me around and told me to watch and that's when I saw it. His meat was pushing my guts outward, I could literally see his enormity pounding a bulge outward of my body. He then began to pick up his cadence and tightened his thighs up. And with 10 heavy lunges inward, he planted his member balls deep, it felt like they were in there too, actually. And my insides caught fire again only this time it was a river of burning hot seed filling my bowels. The bulge in my gut began to bloat upwards and expand as he heaved and finally let his thin body lay on top of me to rest. Then he began his exit which I thought would be slow, but he ripped himself from me pulling my prolapse put with him and about a gallon of steaming Black man's babies. His lackeys quickly fed it back into my hole then held me upside down and said my job was to make sure I got pregnant with his nigger baby. I laughed knowing fully well I wasnt actually a female and that I couldn't conceive a child by a man. And then I saw it, on the back of pimp daddy's back. A dark tattoo, almost blending with his skin, a biohazard. I'd been sold and impregnated by a poz pimp daddy. While my first thoughts started to add up another associate slipped a needle into my arm and pushed in the plunger, and my whole body shook as my ears rang and my vision blurred. I apparently wasn't out of the woods yet tonight.

Mine. Hope guys like it?

Its hard getting an angle where i dont look so skinny

Nice! Breed me?

Even though my ass is the part of my body that gives me the most fun I do like my cock.

Off on a bit of a tangent here, but I have for as long as I can remember had a thing for Joey Stefano. Such a shame he died so young. Beautiful man.

I was out of town for this experience too. I was in another city just to visit a friend but the visit was over and I was in my car headed home when a fit 20 years younger than me otter (with abs) messages me on Grindr. This kind of event was just about as rare as the then president telling the truth, so I pulled over and parked and quickly messagedback. I get my second shock when he tells me that he wants to get high and roleplay father/son with me. That's a no brainer I thought. Of course! We plan to get a hotel room, so I turn back around and meet him there. He was going to be my son on the high school travelling baseball team and his team had just won the tournament they were playing. It was late, so we got a room for the night. We're chatting, getting ready for bed and my son asks if we could do something new like smoke a bowl and get high together? I've always been pretty conservative and had never done anything like that before. I really had no desire to, or did I think it was appropriate for an adult to do with his kid. I'm not sure exactly how it happened, but the next thing I know, my teenage son has me blowing clouds out of this weird looking water pipe thing. And go figure, it doesn't take long for me to realize that I liked it! lol I'm feeling new energy and starting to get warm when suddenly my son starts to kiss me. And take all our clothes off. He says we're gonna do some nekkid stuff too. It didn't take long for me to know that I liked this nekkid stuff too! He even blew one of those cloud thingies straight on my cock, if that don't beat all! And my teen boy did that just before he stuck his teen cock right in the old man's back door. Course we didn't have to worry about no rubbers or nothin'. Not like I was gonna get pregnant. lol Anyway, after we had played everything out, high from both drugs and what we did, it was nice to cuddle on the bed with clouds casually blowing by, stretching out this moment before you cant feel it it's stretched so thin. This sexy fine fit and freaky otter says to me: "By the way, I also have a twin brother." Wha?! 😃😃😃 "But he's straight" 😭😭😭 "But we still mess around with each other some times" 😈😈😈

Hi , thanks for the reminders.. just added a post about Folsom Berlin and my travel/ stay dates. Would be fun to meet other breedingzone bottoms and Tops to have fun with in my hotel or at the parties.

Yes indeed, I miss the public gloryholes.

Here’s me

I tested poz in early April of this year.

loosen up baby. the best thing about being a gloryhole slut is being ready to take any cock that comes through the hole and use your throat or your hole to drain the cum out of it. plus here’s the thing about gloryholes. they really teach a slut how little we actually care about what the guys look like or their age or race or ethnicity, height or weight or whatever. by reducing tops to just their cocks they make us realize that all we should care about as cumdumps is the cock and the cum. thats where I realized I was willing to suck off ANYONE or let ANYONE breed me, without even seeing them. plus as opposed to being a sexy blindfolded cumdumpster as I often am, having guys use me through gloryholes tells me they aren’t even into me or find me hot. they are literally just using faggots like us as human fleshlights and cumdumpsters. sucking off guys who think of you as dirty subhuman trash is fun! I love it. a boyfriend introduced me to it in high school and I have loved it ever since.

Does anyone actually wear a white hood in this event? I go to cumunion often in SF and haven't seen a condom in years.

Why would I not fuck the first time I went to a bathhouse? That's the purpose, right? I fucked in Philadelphia and Fort Lauderdale, as well as the old Club Baths in Tampa. By the time I got to the now defunct Rainbow I had certainly fucked at a bathhouse in Tampa.

Ah Man's Country. When I lived in Chicago, I was walking distance from there. VERY convenient when I was horny

5. Scorpion Jesse slinks down the stairs and hauls back a half-asleep Eros to the priest’s bedroom. Rubbing gunk out of his eyes, Eros stares at the priest’s thin, naked body slowly twirling. “Yeah he’s dead all right.” Suppressing a yawn, Tommy tiptoes in quietly closing the door behind him. He presents a large plate of sandwiches to Eros and Jesse. "I found these on the counter. They're a little stale but I think they're—" Eros nabs two roast beefs before Tommy even finishes, "—okay." “Mustard?” “Like I’d forget,” Tommy says, annoyed, as he hands over mustard packets from his pocket. Eros is not a morning person, especially after just two hours of sleep. “Coffee?” “How many fucking hands you think I have?” Tommy’s prickly as Eros on two hours of sleep. The corpse does a full three-sixty as he munches a tuna fish wedge. When the monk’s pumped member glides in front of him, he turns to Jesse, “He fuck you with that thing?” “Jesus, Tommy. That’s the first thing you think of?” says Jesse, snatching an egg salad triangle whose crusts are sliced off. He watches the monk continue to rotate. “But, yeah. He fucked me with that thing.” Eros gobbles one of his roast beefs in a few bites. He goes to the bed and picks up a piece of rope. “Bondage, huh? What a shock.” “So you woke up and he was just hanging there?” Tommy suspiciously asks. He’s finished his tuna, and now starts on a turkey and avocado. “First I took a piss.” Jesse looks at the door and quietly slides the bolt lock so no one barges in unexpected. “When I came back I saw him hanging there.” Eros and Tommy circle the body chewing. Tommy looks at Jesse puzzled. “If his arms and legs are duct taped, how’d he manage to climb on the chair and hang himself? He had to have help.” “I told you, he slammed me a second time and I don’t remember anything after that." "So maybe you helped him and don't remember." Eros suggests. “There’s things I’ve done that I didn’t remember till T told me the next day.” "I barely could stand up after the first slam. No way I’m propping up a monk all taped up and getting him up on a chair. Look at me. On a good day I couldn’t lift, what—,” he gauges the body. “Like one-thirty, one-forty pounds? I’m not like T.” Tommy flexes a bicep for Eros and wiggles his eyebrows. Eros frowns, considers the situation. After finishing his second roast beef he proposes an idea raising his index finger. “What if someone comes in, binds him, and strings him up while you’re passed out?” “Except, when I got up to pee, the door was bolted on the inside,” Jesse counters. “Shit, that does complicates things,” Eros concedes. He takes the remaining turkey and avocado, which make Tommy snarl. He puts it back and chooses a lone lobster roll. “That actor guy and the tall kid were in here...I think,” Jesse reflects. “I’m not sure when that happened. But I felt a little dick as some point fucking me. Just like T said. I bet it was him. And the kid bitched about not having a hard on, but he got it up and fucked me, too.” “So tell me everything.” Eros squirts mustard on his lobster roll. “All you can remember.” “Dude,” Tommy balks. “You have to put mustard on everything?” “It’s the good kind. I didn’t know it came in little packets.” “Listen!” Jesse hits Eros to get his attention. “I remember the priest giving me this Prince Albert.” He pulls down his underwear and flashes his jeweled P.A. Tommy’s chewing the turkey and avocado and lifts the empty plate. "Should I go down and get more?" "Nah, you'll risk someone seeing you before we figure out what to do." Eros looks down to the pool below. Still empty. The sky's clear but it's brisk. Leaves are gathering around the pool filter. “Yeah, so after he gives me the P.A., he slams me the first time, and we fuck for a really long time, then he spanked me some, and then we fist—punch fist, sixty-nine fist. I never been so far up someone’s ass, ever! It was crazy weird.” Tommy whistles. “So many things happened. I’m might be confusing the order but I think I was gagged and blindfolded when the actor and the kid came in. I don't know how long they were here but they left, I'm pretty sure. I remember hearing the priest lock the door and then it got really quiet. Then after he poured hot wax on me—," "God damn, Jesse!" Eros bursts out. "You gonna listen to me next time?" "Like I need you to lecture me!” Jesse crosses his arms, looks defiantly at Eros. “Look at you all judgy. Say, how’d you and Mac D.P.-ing the kid go? You give him any choice?” “Let’s say he learned to like it,” Tommy says, watching Eros grind his jaw. “Fuck last night.” Eros snaps. Ostensibly he checks out the pool again, but then suddenly he picks up the antique chair and slams it down hard on the carpet with a boom. Jesse gives him a dirty look, shushing him, but then he blinks, looking wildly around. “Wait.” He searches the monk’s satchel then scurries around the room. “Where’s his case?” “What are you looking for,” Tommy asks, his mouth full. “He had this little case with a hypo in it. It had a couple vials strapped inside.” He looks under the bed, in the empty chest of drawers, and then rummages in the closet. “When he saw I was coming round he got out this kit—I don’t see it here. He also got out some scary tools—I think he must’ve pierced my nipple when I blacked out. After that second slam, I don’t remember anything. But that case should still be around." “Maybe whoever hung him took it,” Eros suggests. “Listen. Bottom line, it won’t look good you drugged up and locked in a room with a dead guy. You’ll be the cop’s suspect numero uno. Good you came and got us so we can get ahead of this. T, before anyone gets up we should get the body out of here. Bury it in the forest or maybe out at the lighthouse. Hardly anyone goes out to the cape.” Tommy pauses, swallowing the rest of his sandwich before he holds up his hand, waving it in disagreement. “No, someone might eventually find it. We should take it out to sea and Davy Jones it.” “No,” Eros says pacing. "It might float back. Then they’ll see neck burns and that’ll lead to a bunch of questions.” “Okay,” Tommy's pacing now, too. “Between here and the dock there’s that swamp. We can take it there, and weight it down with rocks. Nobody’s going to go traipsing into the swamp." Eros enthusiastically bobs his head in agreement. "Okay. Then we take one of the kayaks, make it look like he took one out early—“ “Like,” Eros says, clapping him on the shoulder, “we put his sandals in it—“ “—and his rosary—“ “Genius! And his rosary in the kayak and turn it over on the beach like it floated back without him.” “Yeah. Or just let it float out to sea! It’ll look like he went out before anyone else got up.” They’re holding each other’s shoulders, nodding, electrified by their brilliance. “He's still high—right?—he tips over and accidently drowns. No body to be found, but the police would have reason to believe they'd eventually find one. Right? That’s if Mac even reports him missing.” “I’ll get the kayaks if you guys get the body,” Jesse says. But then he pauses. “Wait. Why wouldn’t Mac report him missing?” Tommy and Eros exchange a look. Tommy says, “Let’s say he’s got his reasons not to attract attention.” Jesse collapses on the leather divan, the corpse spinning above him. He laces his fingers and put them on his head staring up at it. “So, if he didn’t hang himself—all duct taped up like that—someone else did. And if someone else did and got the inside bolt to somehow lock, he’s gonna know Father Lucius didn’t drown. They’ll rat us out!” “Well,” Tommy says, reasoning with him, “if we assume he didn’t hang himself—and I agree that it's impossible he did it—then someone went to a lot of trouble to get you locked into a room with a dead guy. So whoever that was, the last thing he’s going to do is make waves. What’s he gonna say? Like 'I know there’s no body,” he says in a stupid guy voice, “but I know that the body we can’t find wasn’t drowned—it was hanged'?” Jesse cracks his first meager grin of the day. “No way! No one’s going to say that. That’d be stupid.” Tommy claps him on the shoulder, leaning in reassuringly. “And whoever it is, isn’t stupid. So: no body, no evidence, no problem!” While Tommy clips Jesse’s chin bringing out a bigger smile, Eros climbs up on the chair and cuts down the body. He and Tommy slip the monk’s robe back on him. Tommy give Jesse the rosary beads. Eros lifts the shoulders and Tommy takes the feet. Unlocking the bolt, Jesse makes sure no one’s in the hall, and Eros and Tommy take the body away. With the monk's sandals and rosary beads in hand, he sneaks down to the pool. Quietly lets himself out the side gate, takes a bright green kayak off the rack and, though it weighs a ton, lugs it to the beach. There’s white caps all the way to the horizon—fortunately the wind is at his back. He lays the kayak down in the wet sand, places the sandals and rosary beads in the hull, and pushes it out with the tide. It bounces for a while in the surf, spins directionless, but gradually the steady wind guides it from the shore. Soon it’s only a vibrant green dot bobbing under an indigo sky. Far down the beach, rocks surrounding the lighthouse spray white foam in the air from crashing waves. The storm has traveled inland for hours but the ocean remains angry. Seagulls squawking on the sand part before him as he wanders back to the shack. Jesse waits nervously inside for Eros and Tommy to return. Minutes turn to hours. Inside the compound he hears the beginning of activity at the pool. Cups clinks, a low murmur of tired voices just waking up. Laying on Tommy and Eros’ futon he curls into a small ball. Their smell is comforting. After a long, harrowing night followed by a frantic morning—one filled with more questions than answers—he drifts off like the green kayak, into a very dark, very troubled sea of sleep. * Mr. McPherson drives the golf cart down a rickety wooden walkway. He’s none-too-shabby, thinks Jaxton, taking in his broad, tan shoulders, muscular back, and neck thick as a linebacker. Certainly the first good thing on this stupid island getaway Eddie planned. They head, clackety-clack, to the compound. The passing maritime forest would be pretty if you were into nature. He prefers Tribeca. Eddie sits gabbing excitedly beside Mr. McPherson. Jaxton, tuning out the chit chat with earbuds firmly in place, is in the back seat with a creepy old priest named Father Lucius dressed like an honest-to-fuck monk. The monk keeps checking him out. He sees his sideways glances. Jaxton’s trying to ignore him by concentrating on his Nintendo Switch. The moment the priest lays one finger on him, he’s ready to punch the fucker in the face. They disembark in the oppressive heat and take a smaller walkway to the house. They pause at the entrance watching some young guy—in his underwear, for fuck sake!—park the cart. He’s cute but short. Jaxton prefers guys tall like himself—like the owner of the compound, e.g. The owner says something about everyone being casual at his place and pinches his tit, which Jaxton does not like one bit. He thinks the man’s attractive, but he’s not one for men he doesn’t know thinking they have access to his body just because he’s hot and they’re rich. (Well, Eddie notwithstanding. But then Eddie’s paying him a hell of a lot for a bogus “assistant” position and he knows never to pinch.) Jaxton hunches forward letting his blond dreadlocks fall over his face so no one sees he’s simmering. He blasts his iPhone to drown out the men talking. But before Mr. McPherson has a chance to open the front doors, the monk unexpectedly flashes his junk, which is pumped to a grotesque size Jaxton’s never seen in his life, and to which no one but him seems to think is completely revolting, not to mention inappropriate. Inside, it’s what he’s come to expect in modern beach houses—it isn’t grossly ostentatious, at least—a minimum of chrome and brass with lots of wood and glass. Mid-century modern furniture in the living room, an Eames lounge chair, the requisite pair of Wassily black strap chairs arranged around a Noguchi coffee table; a Jasper Johns and a Warhol in the dining room. In the airy foyer and leading up the staircase are pictures of Mr. McPherson with a hell of a lot of famous men, Eddie as a twenty-year-old shirtless stud among them. Dark mullet aside, Eddie was something back in the day. It’s sad, really. Jaxton stops and points at the photo. In it, Eddie, shirtless wearing a leather vest, has his arm draped around very pretty boy about the same age. “That thirst trap is you?” he asks, incredulous. Eddie nods and huffs with their luggage up the stairs. “Look at you, bossman.” Jaxton says, which only irritates Eddie. Eddie hates when he drops into his faux-Jamaican act. “Who was the blondie?” Jaxton pesters him up the stairs. “No one you ever heard of,” he wheezes, clomping his way to the room. Their bedroom is large and thankfully frigidly air conditioned. Eddie wants to go immediately to the pool but Jaxton grouses that he’d rather stay in and play his Switch in the A.C. Eddie states categorically he is not going to have his weekend ruined, and demands the game with an outstretched hand. Back in the city a move like that would have caused Jaxton to tell Eddie to shove it and leave, but here he’s stuck and feels like he’s going to have to be at least a little accommodating. He turns over the game, binds his dreadlocks up in a man-bun, and put on his knee-length swimming trunks. “You heard Mac,” Eddie says. “This place is for the uninhibited. Either you wear that dental floss thingy I bought you, or a speedo like mine or nothing. But you are not wearing those ridiculous trunks. You’re not hanging your surfer friends in Montauk.” “That’s a negative on the speedos, bossman. Too much weenie for the bikini. And the thong barely packs me in.” “Then it’s nothing.” “Fine,” Jaxton sneers, and slips off his swimming trunks. He trots down the stairs having no problem displaying his body, especially if it catches the head of the house’s eye. He finds a shady spot by the pool. With his earbuds in and his player turned up, he doesn’t hear the priest dive in the water. Eddie taps his shoulder, hands him a frozen margarita. A peace offering. Jaxton graciously accepts. Eddie wedges himself on the lounge next to his. Besides his own margarita, Eddie’s brought a full pitcher, which he sets on the ground in the shade. He’s in his speedo, which Jaxton finds tragic. A moment later Jaxton’s alarm is set off warning him the old priest is swimming up. He registers Eddie and the monk are talking about him, so he turns down the music a little to catch if any of what they’re saying is of interest. “He’s a mighty tall drink of water, isn’t he?” comments the priest, leering at Jaxton. The music goes right back up. Jaxton hates that phrase. It’s right up there with String Bean, Bean Pole, Bean Stalk—anything Bean-adjacent really. Though the music is too loud for him to actually hear it, he sees the priest ask him, “How’s the weather up there?” That’s another one that ticks him off. The best he can manage is a minor scoff. He checks for any texts from anyone, anyone—even the DJ he’s currently ghosting—but seeing no bars, sags into the chaise. With a thick bottom lip he nurses a sip of his margarita, but perks up instantly when Mr. McPherson comes out to join them. He’s awesomely naked, too. DILF, definitely, Jaxton muses. No tan lines on that boulder butt, and a cock swaying like an elephant trunk. With a cool sip of his drink he gifts the man a restrained two-finger wave. He takes one earbud out as a courtesy. “Hey,” he murmurs. Mr. McPherson acknowledges him with barely a hi—which straight away sets Jaxton off on offense while destroying his self-esteem at the same time, none of which he allows to register on his face. Mr. McPherson bounces on Eddie’s chaise and rumples his sparse hair. Eddie’s a kid again soaking up attention from someone powerful. Mr. McPherson says, “So if the storm holds off a little we can grill steaks.” He looks expectantly at the monk and then at Jaxton. “I trust I have men here that like to eat meat.” Jaxton pauses his music. If Mr. McPherson wants to be indifferent, he can be as serious as a morgue. “Actually, I’m vegan, Mr. McPherson.” Mac makes a theatrical grimace—turns to the actor, “I thought you said no food issues, Eddie.” Eddie slaps Jaxton’s ankle to get him to sit up. Jaxton reluctantly complies. “You eat meat. I’ve seen you eat a whole chicken.” “Dude, it was a free range guinea hen we had in California before the prelims. It made me sick all during the finals.” The priest emerges from the pool, his junk dripping like he’s taking a piss. He stands fists on hips at the end of Jaxton’s chaise. Jaxton scoots a little away from him, which causes Eddie to raise a cautionary eyebrow. “I’m sure I can find something in your pantry for our young giraffe, if you’ll allow me. Most of our monastery is vegetarian along with a few pescatarians.” Jaxton looks as if a turd is under his nose. Eddie looks puzzled. “Fish eaters, Mr. Gleason.” “Lobster,” Jaxton proposes. He’s being accommodating. “I do eat lobster.” Mac laughs, interjecting, “So you’re not that vegan.” Jaxton insists, “I’m totally vegan, bro." “Except for shellfish,” Father Lucius replies, also amused. He sits at the bottom of Jaxton’s chaise and runs a cold, wet palm over Jaxton thigh. “These have got to be the legs of a swimmer.” Eddie notices Jaxton is horrified by the monk’s touch. “A surfer. Also a competitive snowboarder, aren’t you, Jaxton.” Jaxton nods and hides his distain behind multiple sips of margarita. “He’s won prizes at Telluride and Sundance.” “Racing and freestyle,” he says, with a bit of blossoming pride seeing this interests Mr. McPherson. “And in May I just took first at the Rip Curl competition in San Clemente.” “Amazing.” The priest’s hand is higher up Jaxton’s thigh. “Father Lucius,” Mac trumpets, slapping Eddie on the shoulder as he’s rising to his feet. “How about you and I find our resident bro something he’d like to eat.” “I’d like nothing more.” Both men chuckle as they go into the house. Eddie scowls refilling his drink as Jaxton reinserts his earbud and tunes out the world. Somewhere during his playlist, Jaxton notices he’s cold. He looks up to see clouds gathering overhead. He’s had enough. Eddie’s finished the pitcher of margaritas, his head lolling to the side with a bit of drool in the corner—it’s sick to the point of being hysterical. In addition to having goosebumps, he finds he’s hungry. He wanders in the backdoor and discovers a naked Mr. McPherson fixing sandwiches at the kitchen counter. Jaxton cruises the man, making sure he knows his ass is being checked out. “Ah, I was just about to get you two. Grilling looks like we’ll have to put off till tomorrow. But I did find lobster salad. I made you some lobster rolls. Tell me mayo or gluten aren’t a problem.” “No way. Lobster rolls are dope.” Jaxton grabs one and hops on a stool at the counter. Mac finishes slicing brie for a series of sandwiches. “You know,” he says, without looking up, “you’re probably vegetarian not vegan, and not a strict one at that.” Mac picks up a hard roll roast beef, and joins Jaxton at the counter. “Maybe. These are lit, Mr. McPherson,” he says, finishing his first and takes up another. “Call me Mac.” They both savor their sandwiches, eyeing each other. “Where’s Father Lucius?” As if on cue, a rumble of thunder echoes in the distance, which causes Mac to croak a laugh. He points to the stairs. “The good Father is entertaining our young houseboy with card tricks, or something or other.” Jaxton’s eyes keep dropping down to Mr. McPherson’s hanging cock and back up to his large nipple rings. “I’ve thought about getting one of those,” he says, pointing to Mac’s piercing. “You’d look great with one.” “Sic. Only my left though. Is it true two rings means you flip?” Jaxton face is completely neutral. He slides the plate between them and starts working on another lobster roll. “I bet you think I’m an oinker.” “I’m all in when it comes to piggishness. Eat! You could use a pound or two.” He nudges the plate toward Jaxton. “And, yes, I most definitely flip. But I’m surprised you’re caught up in this whole left side, right side thing. That’s very old timey.” Mac reaches over and tweaks his right nipple. Jaxton elbows him away. “I prefer to top, but I’ll flip for the right guy.” He studies Mac’s reaction. Detects none. His brows furrows as he chews. Mac enjoys how seriously the boy takes himself. He’s lucky he gorgeous—stubble on his cleft chin, wispy hint of a mustache on his upper lip, long dark lashes, solemn brow, a slender face, with dazzlingly hazel eyes that turn on a dime: defiant, mischievous, dangerous, wounded, vengeful. What he would do with this boy over time. He could do without haystack of hair, though—but overall a perfectly lithe specimen of young manhood. Spirited, arrogant, entitled, unbroken. “Can I ask you something personal,” Mac says, opening his sandwich and picking off some roast beef. Jaxton looks at him with a raised eyebrow. “Do you and Eddie fuck?” Jaxton appears disappointed with the question. “Oh, that. No. Oral sometimes. Works out for the best.” Mac considers this a second, then takes a piece of the red meat and offers it to Jaxton. The young man doesn’t disappoint when he opens his mouth. Mac slips it in, fingers Jaxton’s bottom lip. Jaxton chews it down lustily. Mac picks off a smaller piece. “Try swallowing this without chewing.” Jaxton opens his maw and gulps it down. Mac emits his shark tooth smile, and slides off his stool. “You were drinking tequila?” He opens a cupboard and pulls out a bottle of Grand Patron. “A margarita,” Jaxton corrects him. His eyes flash as he recognizes the high-end tequila. “It should be illegal, don’t you think, to mix a two-hundred-fifty dollar tequila with corn syrup.” Mac brings out two shot glasses, fills them, and slides one across the counter. Jaxton throws it back as does Mac. Both slams down their glasses on the counter. “Oof!” Jaxton rasps. Mac fills them again. “You trying to get me drunk, Mr. McPherson?” “Do I need to?” They both down their shots and again hit their glasses on the counter. “Dude,” Jaxton rasps. “That is some fine hooch.” Two back-to-back shots and Jaxton feels warmth in his belly. He cracks his first smile since he’s been on the island. Mac sees he’s got a slight gap between his front teeth. He’s completely taken. “You think? Follow me,” says Mac, heading to the dining room. “Bring your glass.” In the dining room Mac takes a fat, unlabeled bottle off the bar cart. It only has a few inches of amber liquid in it. Jaxton notices something dark, maybe sketchy floats on the bottom. Mac pops out the wide cork and pours a shot for himself and refills the boy’s glass. “Mezcal de escorpion. This,” he swirls the bottle, “is muy, muy contraband. I dare you.” Mac sees the boy’s reluctance. “Pussy.” “Let me see that. Don’t pussy me, pops.” Jaxton takes the bottle, tilts it. “That a fuckin’ scorpion!” He’s incredulous. His façade of aloofness complete breaks down. “I make two shots my limit, but you gone and double dog dared me...Mac.” He spits out the man’s name and their eyes lock. He sips it, not taking his eyes off the man. With lips on fire, he’s challenged to down any more, but glaring at Mac he defiantly finishes it off. “Fuck me!” His eyes shine with a fiendish afterglow. “Gah!” he exclaims, violently shaking his head. “Right?” Mac concurs, downing his glass. Jaxton steadies himself with his bare butt on the edge of the dining room table. Mac pour himself one more and attempts to empty the bottle in Jaxton’s glass, but Jaxton puts his hand over it. “No-no-no-no, papi. I can’t.” “Sure you can. You win the prize.” Mac pushes his hand aside and empties the few last drops. There’s a plop. The small, black scorpion falls in his glass. “Dude,” he says with cloudy eyes. “You’re trying to poison me.” “The cartel I work with embalm the scorpion in mescaline. Not to be confused with mezcal. Bottled for a month, it neutralizes the poison and absorbs the narcotic. I promise you’ll get insight into how the universe truly works.” “Cartel, huh?” He suddenly very glad he came. “You’re lucky I’m as fuckin’ crazy as you are. Bring it.” With his two fingers, Mac plucks the scorpion from the glass, and dangles it in front of Jaxton’s mouth. Jaxton haltingly relaxes his jaw, battles second thoughts, and closes it. “Pussy,” Mac says flatly. Jaxton’s eyes blaze aggressively at him. Mac sees briefly the turbulence hidden beneath Jaxton’s cool surface. The tall lad reopens and Mac drops the scorpion in. Jaxton’s suddenly not sure about this, but two fingers go under his chin and Mac seals his mouth around the arachnid. “Now swallow.” Jaxton grimaces, displaying an agonized face. “Swallow. Don’t chew, just swallow.” Mac traces his finger down Jaxton’s throat, gently coaxing him. “You can do it.” His mouth and tongue burning, Jaxton struggles to keep his eyes from tearing wanting to spit the creature out. He fixes his gaze on Mac who’s sternly watching him. He feels the man’s dominance over his own instincts. He’s awestruck. Jaxton wants to submit to him, he desperately wants to please him, to cast himself off into those cruel blue eyes. He gulps the scorpion whole and begins to retch. “Don’t you puke! You keep it the fuck down.” Jaxton breathes rapidly through his nose. His eyes widen, then he collapses backward, sprawling out over the dining room table, his long legs hanging off the edge. He’s in shock at what he’s done and yet feels incredibly triumphant, victorious: more intense then riding the purest wave; his heart beating faster than the swiftest decent down an icy mountain. Mac examines the kid laid out like a human feast. He gives a squeeze to one of his nipples as a test and gets little reaction save a small grunt and a pulse from his dick. He runs his hand over the boy sandy blond bush, then takes his cock in his mouth and slathers his cock with saliva. Jacking the boy till his eight inches is standing at attention only takes a few stokes. Jaxton moans and grinds his hips in delicious revelry on the table. Jaxton’s head’s swimming. His eyes open, staring at a Warhol soup can, but his entire being is focused on his cock deeply engaged by Mac’s masterful technique. He’s being swallowed whole down an undulating, slick throat. One of the man’s hands glides through his pubes, over his abs, up to his tit. It’s pinched and Jaxton grabs it and moves it to his other nipple. Mac pinches that one twice as hard. Jaxton grabs the man’s ears and gently rocks his cock in and out his mouth. It’s a rare man that he can’t make gag. Mac flows with the motion and lets the kid have at his throat unimpeded, his tongue deliciously going along for the ride. Jaxton got his cock down his throat all the way to his pubes. Holding a guy here long enough always bring about a panicked gag reflex, but not this motherfucker. His long tongue even slithers out, tickling the underside of his heavy, prickly blond balls. It’s the softest, most thorough blow job of Jaxton’s life. And Jaxton’s going to enjoy skull fucking the man as long as he can. Mac lets him enjoy believing he’s the one in charge, skullfucking him by his ears. He can feel the increase of rhythm and the elevated breathing that’s a definite tell the boy’s about to blow. He releasesf his cock much to Jaxton’s disappointment. But he quickly jumps up on his dining room table and set his knees next to the kid’s ribs, feels for his hard meat and sticks it in his sloppy ass. It’s in before Jaxton has had time to mourn the loss of such expert fellatio. Mac slides his muscled ass back and forth adding an occasional gyration for spice. Jaxton’s aware what a good bottom the older man is, aware of how expertly he’s being milked. He’s on his back with a stud of a daddy taking proper care of his boy’s big bone. It’s a boy-daddy ‘ship he could get into. Up, down, round and round his long cock is stirred; stroked, pulled, slathered and slurped by a power bottom that knows exactly how to pleasure his cock in the way he’s entitled to be indulged. He grabs the man’s big swinging dick, one he’d love to get his lips around but he doesn’t have the dexterity. He settles for stroking it one hand and with his other hand gliding over the man’s muscular rock-hard ass, his six-pack abs, and his expansive chest pulling on those awesome door knockers. Visually and sensually he’s close to shooting, but again Mac frustrates him by climbing off before he can nut. “I’d say we’re ready for our next course,” Mac says. He climbs off the dining table and pulls a very drunk and slightly tripping Jaxton back toward his playroom. As they travel through the hallway, Jaxton feels the scorpion’s narcotic begin to wash over him in increasingly intense waves. They surprise Eddie swaying in the back door from the pool. Eddie and Jaxton happily recognize each other, both are happy drunks. Both rest their foreheads together in a gesture of familiar greeting. “You having a good time, kid?” Eddie asks him. “The best, Eddie.” Mac steers Eddie toward the stairs. “Eddie, go get your nose candy and summon Shaggy and Scooby to the playroom?” Eddie beams, elated, giggling in a sing-song to himself: Shaggy and Scooby, Shaggy and Scooby. He staggers upstairs for his stash that will get him through the night and into Tommy’s hot little ass. Mac puts his hand on Jaxton's shoulder so primed to perfection, so ready to be broken in. He observes Jaxton staring up at the light fixture. He’s waving his hand back and forth, observing sparks flying off his fingers, blurred trails following behind. "Come boy.” He guides Jaxton to the door. “This is when the fun begins."

Three guys walked inside. The one at the front I recognized. Javier. Fuck. I told him everything. More than everything. He was mid 50s, short a little chubby but strong. "Hey man! We're here." He dropped his pants and started jerking his cock. The other two started to undress too. I recognized him. Javier. We'd had a deep conversation about my predicament and now I could remember handing him my key. I also remembered inviting him to fuck me without a condom. *Facepalm* "Listen Javi-" he interrupted me by sticking his dick in my mouth. His friends, a couple of mid thirties guys with way less charisma, came over and pulled down the comforter and my pajamas. As Javier pumped my mouth I felt my ass exposed. They spread my ass from behind and squirted lube into my asshole. 2 fingers followed up, getting everything wet and loose. One of the other guys flipped me over onto a pillow and slid his bare dick in me. Javier rubbed his cock against my cheek as his friend fucked my ass. "Oh fuck yeah this ass is tight," said javier's friend as he ejaculated in me. The other guy--Thomas, I figured out--penetrated me right away. He pumped my ass hard and soon shot his load in me too. By then I was crying. I felt used and awful that my first gay sex had been nonconsensual. To his credit, Javier talked to me and I recognized that I did want to experience raw anal sex with strangers. He flipped me over onto my back and spread my legs. Semen and lube dripped out of my ass and ran down my ass. He slid his thick 7 inches inside me. Javier started talking dirty, calling me a stupid cumslut. He slapped against me then buried his cock inside. I jerked my coc k with the ample lube and cum on me. I shot a huge load on my chest as he ground deeper into me. "Stay still. Let me finish." He pushed in deep. Fuck. I had no idea how many loads were in my asshole, but I knew I was sloppy.

So me and this guy, we've been sniffin around each others profiles on a4a for quite some time. He is a latin. My weakness. Although this one is ice cold, with, it seemed, no personality. Last time I attempted a hookup, i actually bailed on him because I couldn't get the boy to verbally dance with me online. He's very cut and dry. I told him I wasn't "feelin the love" and cancelled the fuck. You'd think that would've pissed him. Maybe this type of treatment is routine for him. Since he's not very amiable and most definitely a sub…..waits for the top to make the move. I was on a4a the other day, hot and bothered and lookin to seed. He sends me a brief note......"you want some pussy?" I respond, "hell yessss! my cock is very hungry for some pussy!" So and hour and a half later I am down at the Wilshire blvd side of Hancock Park, ringing his cell, standing outside a side gate of a very large mansion. One of those spreads from the 1920's, Norma Desmond-esque, brick, tudor, clad in vines. shady. monied. Dont get the wrong idea tho. This bloke rents a 1950's guest house on the grounds. He answers his phone, comes to the gate. I am very pleased with his looks. about 5'11". early forties. thin but works out. cropped hair. shaven face. full lips. He gives me the slightest of smiles. Barely one. probably all the man can muster. cold. I think to myself this is gonna be one dead fish to fuck. I follow him into the dim apartment. He disrobes. I watch. His ass is fine meat. My mouth swells with spit. I take off my clothes. He gets onto the single bed, ass facing me, framed in a black jock. That little pink eye is winking at me. It looks awfully hungry and Im going to feed it some lunch. Its smooth. He has no body hair. I slither down to my knees on the floor beside the mattress. To this alter of asspussy in front of me. I proceed to eat his butthole. Munch and tongue, spit on it, and suck that pretty pucker. I am moaning like a man eating his last meal. The boy says nothing. No movement either. cold and quiet. I ate that guys ass for twenty minutes, easy. My fat cock was swinging between my legs, bouncing with my heartbeat. drooling snot onto his dingy carpet. I continuously slapped his cheeks as I munched. I would pull back to look at my handywork. Hole all slicked up with spit, starting to gape loose from my attention, cheeks getting pink from my spanking. Still no word from him, and I was giving that pussy my best act! So I eventually sigh, and stand. Its time for fuckin! It occurs to me that this is the position he likes. His twin bed is placed against the wall. He is on his hands and knees facing the wall. I am now standing on the floor behind him, spitting gobs on my cock, slicking it up for initial entry. I start rubbing my cock head up and down his sphincter. I say "u want this chubby up in your cunt?" "oh yes please" is his answer. So I start to impale him. Damn he's tight. I pull out, add more saliva, push in again. Slowly I open up his shitter. eventually it recognizes that a cock is wanting inside. and it blossoms. It sucks me in and I sink into that warm hole to my pubes. Finally, he makes a noise for me. I nice little moan. I love moans. When I first start really screwing his hole its still tight. It feels like i have a foreskin because he's grabbing my dick skin when i pull out, literally sheathing me. And as u cut tops know. Its all about the long dickin……so i add more and more spit. I am damned and determined my cock is going to glide in this bitches cunt and sing a really nice song. In a little bit, he's loose enough to really fuck and my cock is pistoning in and out. I wrap the waist-strap of his jock around my left hand for leverage. I have my right hand on his beautifully sculpted shoulder. I am going to town in his pussyhole. I can feel his second sphincter licking my cock head when Im totally submerged in that hot velvety rectum. I am pulling all the way out now to my corona and slamming back in. Im getting tickled by his outside ring and his inside ring. Its like one of the best pieces of ass Ive had in ages because it fits so purrrfectly around my big dick. He is making sounds for me now. Little squeals, small moans. His hips are jiggling a bit. He likes my fuck! I can feel that orgasmic tingling begin. With me, it starts at my glans. And then my entire shaft swells with more blood and gets hard as steel. But, Suddenly my legs begin to uncontrollably shake. Like when you do squats at the gym and your muscles are giving out. I will them to stop! I say in my brain "just give me a few more strokes. Im about there!" My thighs won't cooperate. I stop the fuck. SHIT I say to the bottom, in a gruff, animal voice. One that I only have when Im in the throws of passion "GET UR ASS ON THE FLOOR NOW!" He moves like a little feral cat. Swiftly, hole gaping. Jumps off the mattress. Is on the floor, on hands and knees instantly. I mount him doggie again. Now with me on my knees so the pressure is off my thighs, Im back in business. I grab his ass. I am pumping my hips and, simultaneously, pulling him back onto me like a jack-off toy. And here cums the flood. My cock swells, the tingling is shooting from my dick head all the way into my groin. "I'm gonna cum bitch" I say. I drive all the way to the root. and wait. This how I do it. I wait. The contractions will start on their own. And they do. Pump Pump Pump Pump. squirt after squirt of gooey, seed is deposited into his gut. I let out a groan and collapse on his back, kissing his ear. He has been a good boy. He has done his duty. And I have done mine. After I collect my composure. I pull out of his used hole slowly. I get dressed, as does he. Not much talk. We are both just basking in the after-fuck endorphin rush. He walks me to the gate, and opens it with his remote. I turn, shake his hand and say "look me up sometime." "ok" he says. About two hours later. I text him this message "that was sum really good pussy!" He returns with "Oh yes! yours was some really good mouth and dick" So I guess he wasn't that cold. He's just quiet. But his cunt? It sure did a lot talkin to me……..!