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I opened my mouth and tasted a mix of piss sweat and metal as Andrew slide his head into my mouth. He put his hands around the back of my head and slowly pushed. I could barely hold back the urge to throw up as his cock made its was down my throat. “You like taking my cock slut” Andrew asked to which I vigorously nodded, I still had no idea what was going through my head but knew that I needed this cock. As I got about half his cock into my mouth I felt like I couldn’t take anymore. Andrew noticed and pulled out slightly so that I could breathe again. “Inhale this it’ll help you swallow my entire cock, and your gonna swallow my entire cock faggot” he said as he pulled out a wash cloth that he sprayed with some van before shoving it under my nose. I felt hot and slightly light headed when Andrew forced his entire cock down my throat. I could feel his piercing cutting up my throat as he fucked it but I only wanted more. After a few minutes he pulled out and asked “ how did you like that faggot” I could only moan in response “Of course you loved it cmon I’m about to break your hole in” he said as he pulled me to my feet and threw me onto the bed. He went to the side table and pulled out a small baggie and some metal pieces before crouching by my ass. I saw that the metal pieces were actually piercings. A giant thick horseshoe septum piercing as well as two spiked lip piercings “ you want me in your hole faggot” he asked as he rubbed a finger around the edge of my virgin hole before suddenly pushing in “Yes daddy” I moaned out as he began finger fucking me. I felt him scraping up my hole. After a minute he put 4 fingers in and pulled me open before dumping the contents of the bag into me. I felt a burning sensation followed by a rush emanating from my hole “Please I need your cock daddy” i screamed. “But what about your wife” he asked as he rubbed his pierced head around my desperate hole “I don’t care I just want your cock” “What about your son” “Fuck him all I want is your cock” “What about god” “Fuck god I need you in me” “What about the hiv that I’m gonna infect you with” “Give me your hiv dick daddy please” I begged without even thinking as he slammed hard into my unlubed hole. His PA tore my hole apart and yet I couldn’t stop moaning all the pain felt so good. Daddy saw how I was reacting and slapped me in the face to which I just moaned and grabbed at my dick. “Your not touching that fucking pathetic cock faggot” he said as he punched my balls full force. The pain was enough to make me shot my load then and there. After a few minutes Andrew bent down and whispered in my ear. “Say hi to your wife” as he pointed to a camera on the side of the room. I should’ve cared but instead I just moaned “cum in me daddy” as he shot his toxic load into me. Andrew bred me five more times that night before sending the video to my wife. I stayed at his place being constantly bred or working out until I tested positive. After that he told me that he was going back to New York and that I could come with him if I wanted. Of course I accepted and over the years he molded me into the perfect slave for him. He put me on a strict workout regimen and diet as well as ensuring my ass was well trained by the hundreds of men he lent me out to. A few weeks ago when I found out that my son would be coming to stay with us I begged master to show him how great it is to be gay and we came up with a plan to make him into master’s slave as well.

Hi guys, here's the next chapter... I plan to post one every weekend from here on out. Enjoy! VII. The Sacrament The Chapter was still rejoicing at the addition of an eager new Convert to their ranks. Now was the time for the special sharing that the newest Brother could bestow only in the springtime of his Gift. The haunting notes of the Initiation Hymn rang through the subterranean Chapter Hall, its ancient stone lightly trembling to the deep baritone thrum. Torches were lit in their iron rings with a spattering flare, casting a dim glow into the farthest recess of the crypt, where a hidden stairway spiraled to even lower Depths. As prescribed by the Ritual, the Brothers filed into the back of the sanctuary, forming an orderly semicircle on either side. To one side of the altar the newest Brother, his unhooded robe now bound with the crimson cord of a Novice, sat with the easy confidence bestowed by full manhood, upon an ornately carved chair of dark wood, padded in red velvet, with the Fraternal crest emblazoned on its back. To call it a throne would be unseemly, but with its restrained, masculine dignity it was without question a seat of honor. The young man’s radiant glow and gentle, indulgent smile betrayed a modest but well-earned pride. The Liturgy was familiar to the Novice, who had undergone a similar Initiation ceremony just weeks before. But there was one important difference. Rather than a mass anointment of semen injected by the gathered Brotherhood into a fertile and receptive hole, on this High Holy Night the recent Convert was to administer the Sacrament alone, drawing on the unique and beautiful power of his newly poz Cock, a brilliant but short-lived potency with a viral – or shall we say virile – load in the miraculous millions. A power granted by the Dark One with the commandment to deploy it, broadly but wisely, to bestow the Gift of Conversion on a few fortunate men. A dank, mysterious breeze wafted from unseen passageways as uneven footsteps tripped their way down the stone stairwell. The entry was less orderly than before, for the man being escorted was putting up a vigorous fight. Even beneath the loose-fitting robe his powerful build was unmistakable, and the two Guards, at the peak of fitness themselves, struggled to subdue him. In the scuffle the garment’s hood was wrenched off, revealing the wide, angular face of a man of some fifty years, with close-cropped silver hair and thick stubble. A fiery rage flashed in the man’s blue-gray eyes and his broad, muscled shoulders heaved and twisted as he battled his captors. As he thrashed, the neck of his robe fell open, unveiling a massive chest with thick nipples that stood defiantly erect through a forest of silver hair. The rough rope binding the cloak at the waist slipped open as it was pulled to and fro, allowing the sides of the robe to drape open gracefully, like stage curtains. The opening had barely widened a few inches when the man’s cock, powered by its own angry arousal, sprang forth – lifting along with it a ruddy scrotum easily the size of two fists, buried in a nest of silvery hair like steel wool. The massive orbs within the sac jostled and bounced as the man continued to exert all his force in an effort to break free. A shock of recognition swept the gathered Brothers – though their hood-shrouded faces kept their composure and the chant continued unabated, slowly gathering force. The Novice in his chair of honor felt an uneasy jolt course through his body. For the new arrival was no ordinary Recruit. He was an infamous foe of the Brotherhood: the pastor of a local megachurch, a potent political force in the conservative community. This “reverend” hosted religious broadcasts along with his shrewish, heavily made-up wife, where they raged ceaselessly against the evils of sexual sin. Nothing seemed to arouse his anger more than the spread of HIV, and he would spit violently as he cast his contempt on “filthy, AIDS-ridden homosexuals.” As he became aware of his surroundings a hint of fear tinged the anger in his eyes and his struggle ebbed slightly. He pulled himself to his full height, fixing a prideful but chastened glare at the altar before him. The eerie chant rose again in volume and tempo, as the High Priest emerged from the gloom. “Are you [citing his name]?” the Priest intoned in a resounding baritone. “I am,” the man replied, summoning his own imposing, masculine timbre, with just a hint of uncertainty. “Do you know why you stand before us?” “I have been brought here by force, against my will.” “You stand at trial as an enemy of our Brotherhood,” the Priest declared. “Tonight you are to be transformed. We give you a choice. You may accept with gratitude the Gift we offer, along with our forgiveness – or you may fight it and be marked as an outcast, both among our ranks and in those of your own hateful sect. Either way, you will receive forever in your body the Sacrament of our Faith, that which you have long reviled and blasphemed.” “Fuck you, you filthy f*****t,” the man snarled, straining anew at his bonds. The Guards tightened their grips, easily overcoming his now flagging resistance. The Priest remained calm. “You still have time to repent. We are men of grace and justice, and we extend the hand of welcome to those who gladly receive what we offer. Think carefully. A wise choice on your part will grant you entry to a Fellowship of Men far more powerful than the impotent religion which you now profess.” “Fuck you,” the prisoner repeated, this time with a noticeable shade less conviction. “Very well,” the Priest nodded. “Your resolve will be tested.” He glanced at the Guards, who turned the man roughly, forcing him to face the congregation. At this point a group of four Brothers, their faces cloaked like the others, their voices still chanting in mystical unison, broke from the ranks and strode in single file toward the altar, arraying themselves closely around the struggling captive. Even the thick robes could scarcely conceal their supple, athletic bodies. One by one the four men unfastened and cast off their garments, revealing breathtaking torsos, taut abdomens, hard-trained arms and trunk-like legs. These magnificent young men, all of them on the cusp of twenty, were the flower of the Brotherhood’s youth, each boy beguilingly beautiful in his own way. One was a golden blond with the first fresh bloom of auburn beard, a few tentative strands of hair adorning his broad, smooth chest. Another had mahogany skin, pitch-dark hair, and almond-shaped eyes set in a perfect, unwrinkled brow. The third was sculpted of priceless ebony, with chocolate hair tightly surrounding his massive skull and carpeting godlike genitals. The fourth, a sinewy redhead, was clad in pale, marble-like skin sketched with light blue veins and lightly sprinkled with freckles. A light tuft of ginger pubic hair topped his gently dangling uncut cock, more modest in size than the others but with a perfectly proportioned beauty. The young Brothers sparkled with an endearing boyishness, but moved with the earnest, meaningful manner of men about their work. The foursome laid their hands upon the trembling man, who gave a startled gasp and shuddered momentarily in the Guards’ tight grasp. The young men’s tender ministrations seemed to melt his resistance and he relaxed slightly, only tensing as each boy’s fingers caressed his most sensitive parts - grazing a nipple, gliding down his shivering back, gently cupping his prodigious balls, then stroking his still-stiffening member, which responded of its own accord, straining and twitching toward the vaulted ceiling. Soft lips and moist tongues explored every crevice of his quivering body. The man heaved a sigh, loosening his tension imperceptibly. As the blond boy slid into a kneeling position and brought full young lips toward the man’s pulsing cockhead, the prisoner seemed to resign himself to his fate, throwing his head back as he accepted the pleasure that was forcefully bestowed upon him. The strange words of the ancient chant rose and enveloped him, and the wide eyes of the Novice, still patiently waiting to perform his duty, glowed with intensity as he cast his gaze upon the scene. The captive’s ten-inch cock glided easily down the young blond’s practiced throat, and the other lads added their own stimulation – the black boy stretching his lips to envelop the massive balls, the redhead licking the lightly haired shaft and sharing its glistening head with his blond Brother in a tender kiss. Then the mahogany-skinned youth rose to his feet and turned to the congregation, backing toward the altar and presenting the smooth copper globes of his backside to the captive. He reached behind himself and stretched his buttocks from either side, revealing a taut, puckered hole that glistened with the spit with which his fellows had anointed him in pre-ceremonial preparations. The prisoner tensed anew, a look of terror in his eyes, but retained his stance as the boy backed himself onto the hard cock – which, with a will of its own, throbbed greedily as it slid in. All pretense of resistance was dropped as the man slipped his arms from the Guards’ now loose grasp and clenched the boy’s chest, tightly squeezing him as he pounded his loins hungrily, deep into the welcoming hole. Grunts and growls emerged from his grimacing lips and he shook, seemingly seized with an electrical force beyond his control. A sudden, final spasm exploded from his groin, his face contorted in simultaneous shock and ecstasy, and he emitted a guttural cry that echoed through the vaulted arches. His arms wrapped even more tightly around the brown-skinned boy and, despite himself, he grasped the young man’s face, turned it toward him, and kissed him passionately. Suddenly the captive seemed to come to his senses and pushed the boy away, his slick, semi-hard cock bouncing as it was roughly yanked from the tight young hole. The man staggered backwards, stumbling against the altar, and grasped his head in his hands. “What are you– get the fuck– I didn’t want–” he stammered weakly. The Priest stepped out of the shadows where he had been discreetly watching and addressed the man, as the four boys stood at attention, their own turgid cocks pulsing from their exertions. Abruptly the congregation interrupted its insistent chant, the dark notes reverberating for many minutes until they faded into stony silence. The captive’s heaving shoulders sagged, and a look of resignation came over his sweating face. “You know what you are, friend. Your body betrays you,” the Priest said gently. “You stand at a crossroads. Ahead of you could lie an endless bounty of the pleasure you have just tasted. If you cast your lot with our Order, you will claim the manly embrace of a community of lovers. We are truer to our Faith and more steadfastly loyal to our fellows than the brittle hypocrites who profess to be your disciples. Do you not wish to be one of us?” The man held a long, dejected gaze at the flagstone floor, seemingly lost in thought, while the gathered Brothers maintained silence. Finally, summoning a scrap of courage, he whispered, “What must I do?” “You shall be anointed this night with a life force that you will bear within your body forever. The entire Brotherhood will witness as your false manhood is stripped from you and you are laid bare as the naked and vulnerable boy that you have always been. “Once the Gift has been received within you, your past transgressions will be burned away in a fiery fever. I will not lie – it will be an ordeal, but one from which you will emerge a new and purified Man, the bearer of enormous power and privilege, but also of lifelong responsibility. You must promise to share our precious Gift with generations to come, as Scripture dictates. If you remain devoted to the oath of our Order, the Brothers will stand by your side unto death, and beyond.” The Priest held his words for the few moments it took his voice to echo and fade through the halls, then intoned, “Will you so solemnly swear?” The man stood transfixed for many minutes, daring not to look up from the floor. Finally he nodded, barely perceptibly. The Priest, raising his arms, repeated with greater force, “Will you so solemnly swear?” After one more moment of hesitation, the man drew a deep breath. “I will.” The Novice gasped lightly and shifted in his chair, adjusting the drapes of his robe modestly across his stirring lap. The Priest lowered his arms and clasped his hands before him. In spite of his solemn dignity, a light smile crept onto his lips. “Let us prepare the Service.”

It all began so innocently. Well, maybe not *innocently*, but I certainly wasn't expecting things to go in the direction they did! I've always had 2 Twitter accounts. The first is a 'vanilla' one where I follow friends and celebrities, and occasionally post about things that are going on in my life. Then there's the second one, the one that I use when I'm horny and want to see naked guys fucking and sucking. I also make it very clear that I want to meet guys in-person for no-strings fun. Hell, I've even posted a bit of content myself, including a 90-second video that a top once took as he plowed my hole with his raw cock and then dumped a load inside me. A year or so ago, as I was perusing the accounts that followed one of the guys I follow, I came across a bug chaser's profile. Curious, I clicked on it, and the sights that greeted my eyes made me instantly hard: big cocks emblazoned with the biohazard symbol plowing and pozzing twinks and daddies alike. I checked out his followers and the people he was following, and soon found myself down a deep rabbit hole of poz guys and chasers. And almost every time I encountered a new profile, I found myself clicking the 'follow' button. Now, my non-vanilla feed is filled with every kind of poz content you can imagine. It's an incredible turn-on to watch guys surrendering to the power of a toxic load. I've beaten off countless times, imagining one of those bottoms was me. But alas, the area where I live is, as best as I can tell, a desert when it comes to unmedicated poz guys. Most of the poz guys are either in the big cities like New York or Chicago, or else they're overseas. Every time I find someone local-ish, whether on Twitter or BBRT or elsewhere, he lists his status as undetectable. Always undetectable. That is, until one day last week. A profile began to follow me and when I checked him out, it appeared that he *might* be local. He followed several other accounts in my area, and they in turn followed him. What's more, he made it very plain that he was HIV positive and proud to be so. Needless to say, I sent him a message, and to my great surprise, I discovered that not only are we in the same state, he lives 2 towns away from me! I didn't hesitate to express my interest and ask if he wanted to meet, and he readily agreed. When I asked if he was willing to poz me, his only response was, "Of course." Holy fuck! So, Thursday after work I found myself at my favorite cum dump motel, getting a room not to wait ass-up for random anonymous tops, but to begin my journey to joining the poz brotherhood. I got naked and cleaned out, slathering my hole with lube as I fervently hoped I wouldn't be ghosted at the last minute. Much to my relief he messaged to say that he had just parked. And, he had a surprise for me. Oh my, what a surprise! I opened the door to not one, but two guys! My new friend introduced himself before introducing the 'Plus 1' he had brought: the man who had gifted him last year! "You'll take my load second," my friend said (we still haven't exchanged names). "Dad here will be the first to infect you." My cock got instantly hard. Seeing this, Dad simply said, "You won't be needing that today." He began peeling off his clothes the moment the door shut behind them. What sprang from his pants as he lowered them took my breath away. His cock, soft, was close to seven inches and punctuated by a 0-gauge PA ring! I had only been fucked by a pierced cock once before, and while I loved it, I couldn't help but feel some trepidation at the prospect of taking on such a thick piece of steel - especially when it was attached to a big piece of meat! My friend stripped as well, revealing a smaller cock, about six inches long and already hard. He sat in a chair in the corner of the room as I dropped to my knees and took Dad's cock into my mouth. I savored his musk mixed with the not-unpleasant taste of the metal ring. It clicked against my teeth as I dutifully worked his cock until it was rock-hard. The entire time, my eyes fixated on the small biohazard tattoo just below his navel. In some ways it almost felt like an out-of-body experience. After this, my life would never be the same. At last Dad was ready and ordered me onto the bed. He wanted me on my back, with my ass at the edge of the mattress. Propping my legs on either side of his smooth, muscular chest, I felt the tip of his cock find my hole and the pressure as he pushed his way inside. I gritted my teeth in pain as that big PA popped inside me, but after that it was nothing but pleasure as I felt his thickness filling me. We stayed like that for a moment as he allowed me to acclimate, then began to slowly move his hips back and forth, sliding his cock in and out, over and over. I moaned loudly in pleasure and he took his cue. Grabbing my thighs and pressing them against his abdomen, he began ruthlessly pounding me. It felt amazing! I was in such a trance that I was only vaguely aware that I was gripping onto the bedsheets for all I was worth, and that my friend had pulled out a camera and was recording the moment for posterity. Dad hit my prostate several times, prompting a stream of precum to flow from my cock and down my balls to further ease his assault on my hole. His belly and my thighs met over and over, a loud smack! echoing throughout the room each time they did. Alas, all good things must come to an end. After a few minutes he looked me in the eyes. "You want this poz load?" he asked me. His face was twisted into a grin that I can only describe as malicious. "Give it to me," I panted. With that, he let out an animalistic howl as he stopped moving and I felt his cock dancing inside me. I squeezed tight around him to milk him of every drop. "Fuck yeah!" he said as he slowly eased his cock out of my hole. "Squeeze tight, I don't want you to lose a single drop." Squeeze tight I did, though I spied some blood on his cock as he pulled away. His piercing had done its job. "Here, Daddy," said my friend. "I want to taste it." He took Dad's cock in his mouth, sucking him clean. "Your turn, Junior," Dad said to him. "He's primed for another injection." My friend needed no further prompting. He grabbed my legs and pulled them against his chest. He held them there as he worked his hips from side to side, guiding himself inside me without using his hands. I felt his hard cock bump against first one cheek, then the other, before finding the warm, wet hole it was seeking. He slid in effortlessly, my gape combined with Dad's load and my precum and blood easing his entry. "Your second poz load of the day," Dad said approvingly. He had settled into the chair my friend had vacated. "You'll be incubating my poz babies before the day is over." His words barely registered. Junior's cock was just the right length and it bumped my prostate with every thrust. I felt the closest to cumming that I ever have while being fucked. "Mmmm, my turn to cum!" said Junior. I squeezed my hole around his shaft and felt the telltale pulses as he unloaded inside me too. He stayed still for a moment after his orgasm subsided, his cock still inside me, then sighed in pleasure before slowly pulling out. "Keep it tight," Dad warned. I did as I was told. This time, it was my turn to clean off the cock that had just pozzed me. I got on my knees, back against the bed, and took Junior in my mouth. As with Dad's cock before, I could taste metal, but this time I knew it was my own blood and not the metal of Dad's PA. I remained on my knees as they dressed, staring at nothing in disbelief. Had I really just allowed myself to take two poz loads? "Look," said Dad, "he has that same spaced-out look you had after I pozzed you." Junior laughed. "That moment of, 'what have I done?' It'll pass." "Yes, it will," Dad replied. "And he'll be begging for a repeat in no time." They left together, and the sound of the door shutting behind them broke my trance. Mindlessly I got dressed myself and turned in the room key before driving home. My underwear was soaked by the time I got there, but I didn't care. I flopped on my bed and fell fast asleep, not waking until the early hours of Friday morning. I decided in that moment that I was in no mental state to go to work, and sent my manager an email saying that I was going to take a sick day. After pressing 'Send', I logged back onto Twitter. There, front and center on Junior's page, was the video of my pozzing with the caption, "Welcome to the brotherhood." I watched the entire length to make sure that my face could not be seen. He had done an admirable job of angling the camera the entire time, and by the end I found my cock was rock hard. Despite it being three in the morning, I jacked off on the spot. Then I noticed that I had a new message. It was Junior: "Welcome to the brotherhood. Meet us at the same place, Sunday morning at 9 for Round 2." I didn't even need to think as I typed out my response. "I'll be there." And with that, I crawled into bed and slept the most soundly I have slept in years.

my first load ever, licked it clean after

Back to the boy When I walked in the front door of the house I was hoping my dad was not back. Wearing only a pink thong with cum dripping out the sides of my but plug would be hard to explain. To my shock not only was my father in the house, he was standing in front of the door wearing only a leather harness, boots, and a leather jockstrap that had the codpiece removed and the thick metal chain locked around his neck. I was in awe at his body. He was covered in hair and tattoos with his harness perfectly framing his huge pecs and nipples which were pierced with large thick crescent rings. His cock was in a small metal cage the had a lock going through the head of his penis. He casually asked “hi son how was your hookup?” As if it were a normal question. “Umm pretty good I guess” I responded “I’d say it looks like it” he said as he came up pushing his body against mine and reaching his fingers around to my hole. He brought the cum covered fingers to his mouth and sucked on them. “Hmm delicious, were you doing t son” he asked “Uh maybe” I responded still unsure of what to do “How’d you like it, me personally I love it, turns me into a total cumslut. Even more than normal” he said chuckling as he put his hand on the small of my back and guided me into the living room. “Looks like you’re going to need a bigger plug to keep that load in son” he said pushing on my loose plug. “I thought I might have some old ones that would fit you but for now let’s get that load deep in you” he bent over the chest in front of the couch and I saw a massive plug in his hole. He pulled out two dildos. One maybe 20 inches long and thick and another about ten inches and a little less thick. He stuck them to the top of the chest and pulled out a pipe from a side table drawer. “You ever smoked before son” he asked to which I shook my head “It’s not that hard but I’ll shotgun your first few hits” he said as he held a lighter under the pipe till white clouds began to form. He inhaled them then came up to me and pushed his mouth to mine his thick beard scratching my face as his fat tongue invaded my mouth. He pushed the smoke into my lungs as we made out. “You like making out with your old man huh” he said as he pulled away. We repeated this until the pipe was empty making out longer and longer each time. “Alright now let’s get these loads deep in us” he said pulling out his massive butt plug and setting it down. He then lined the massive 20in dildo up with his hole and sat down taking almost the entire length in one go. “ cmon son it feels amazing” he moaned out “ just take it with all the meth you’ve done it’ll be easy” I pulled out my buttplug and pulled my thong to the side. As I felt the tip of the dildo on my hole a shock went through me and I pushed down. It felt amazing stretching me out. “Atta boy” my dad said while he rode his own dildo and turned on the tv. More porn came on but this time it was only two men. One huge god of a man and another smaller one that I realized was my father. “This here is the video of me losing my virginity son” he moaned out “ it was the start of my life” I was transfixed on the screen watching the human god fuck my dad. Waves of pleasure flowed through me but I soon realized I couldn’t take more then about seven inches “Looks like you reached your second hole son” my dad said between panted breaths. “I want more” I moaned out. “Oh I know sweetheart don’t worry daddy will help you” he said standing up in front of me his locked cock in my face. I licked out getting a drop of his precum on my tongue. He put his hands on my shoulders before pushing me down hard. I felt a jolt of pleasure as my ass hit the chest and I knew I took the dildo balls deep. As it broke through my second hole I shot a giant load into the front of my thong “Good job son” my dad said as he bent down to kiss me “Now you can’t stop now you gotta make sure none of the cum you got will slip out. Sluts like us can never waste a real man’s cum” dad said as he remounted his own dildo and continued to ride. After about 30 minutes he shot his load and it dribbled out of his cage. “Alright son I think that’s enough for tonight let’s get you to bed” he said as he pulled me off the dildo and walked me to my room. As he laid me in my bed he took my thong off and sucked my cum off it. “ I’ll be taking this now good night son” he said with a kiss to my forehead.

My body flinched as I felt the sharpness of his pointed finger nail scratching and scraping my ass lining. I moaned and whimpered at the pain as his finger dug deeper tearing me with every movement. After all his profile stated he guaranteed conversion no questions asked. It all started a couple of hours earlier, I had smoked a joint then gorged myself on pasta as the munchies kicked in. Still buzzing and very rampant I went on to the search for a fuck on line. Desperately needing to get laid, but there was very few guys nearby and I was ready to give up when all of a sudden he flashed up as 1 mile away. His picture showed a long dangly cock with low hangers, guessing it must have been around eight inches with a big head that the foreskin rolled back neatly over. His body looked ravaged and skinny, his information showed he was a 50 year old five foot ten inches top poz guy who enjoys bareback sex and looking for slutty twinks to knock up. At 19 years old I found the whole thing quite disturbing but fascinating, nasty but tasty, disgusting but desirable, my head was still buzzing and the mixed feelings drove me replying. I typed slowly but carefully... 19 year old bottom, five feet eight inches, trim build and in need of a good fucking. So here we are, me sat on his bed smoking a joint with him as he strips naked, I couldn't help but notice the biohazard tattoo framing his left nipple. He moved towards me and started undressing me, I relaxed as the joint started to hit and the familiar buzz feeling shrouded my senses. Asking if I was neg my head nodded and he smirked telling me he needs a young neg twink to carry his legacy and I would do perfectly to knock up. My cock hardened as he put his arms around me and moved in to kiss me. I responded like a trooper devouring his mouth an tongue with the eagerness to move things along. He stroked my back as I felt a sharp scratching from my neck tracing all the way down my spine, my body wriggled to move away but he laughed and told me if I felt that nail scratch down my back wait until it rips your ass lining preparing you to receive my toxic seed and make you mine. I found myself trying to swallow his tongue as he kissed me harder and slowly edging me backwards until I fell on to the bed. His legs moved under mine pushing them up and exposing my hole, his hand slowly working down my body, passing my cock and balls he scratched at the ring of my hole. Slightly tickling me my legs moved further up and I let out a cry of pain as he jabbed his finger into my hole. I grabbed his arm to stop him but he gave a sharp twist of his wrist as searing pain erupted in my arse as he tore away at my ass lining opening up wounds that would provide easy access for his virus. I moaned and whimpered as the pain continued from his relentless scratching and scraping. He pulled his finger out and I could see it was coated in my blood as he sucked and licked his finger clean. He moved in closer and positioned his legs so that mine were hooked up around him. The fog was starting to clear and I realised what I was doing, he leaned over me a lit up the joint clamped his mouth over mine, he pinched my nose shut and forced me to breath in drug that would ease my conversion. He held me like this for nearly a minute and when he released me I was floating and in my own world. I groaned loudly as he pushed the head of his cock in to my ass, the blood was causing friction which he continued to push past. The pain was excruciating and I pushed with my hands against his breasts, quickly my hands were pushed over my head and held in position as he pushed the last few inches deep in to my ass followed by several hard thrusts. My head rolled from side to side and my back arched in pain and pleasure. Slow deep thrusts were erupting from his hips, every forward thrust was followed by his balls slapping against my ass. He told me I was probably already converted by his pre cum alone he he continued slowly fucking me. The pain was almost gone as my ass was now lubed by his pre cum. His legs moved closer to me as he lodged his cock deep up to his balls, his hips providing all the momentum he needed. I could feel his balls hitting me in quick succession, he let out a moan as he continued on his legacy quest. He stared directly in to my eyes smiling as he continued, each thrust was met with gasping and begging for him to fuck me harder. Sweat dripped from his chest on to mine and I felt his hands tighten their grip on my arms, still looking deeply in to my eyes he let out a load long grunt "Fuck boy, I'm gonna fucking own you.". He jolted forward pushing his hips harder against me, I cried out as I felt his cock stiffen even more and his ball sacked contracted up. A second hard jolt as I felt a warm stream of his toxic seed flooding my torn ass. I felt a stinging sensation as the wounds inflicted were deep enough to trap his seed. I struggled to free myself but his grip was held tight, never loosing eye contact he jolted forward again as another stream of seed erupted in to my ass. I was panting through excitement as another jolt pushed me up the bed and he collapsed on top of me breathing hard. It took several minutes for both of us to calm down, his cock slipped out of my now well lubricated ass, he rolled on to his back as I caught a glimpse of his blood streaked cock. I got up off the bed and dressed myself and left his apartment. By the time I got home there was a message from him "Part of me is part of you forever.".

I sat in awe as my father walked up to master and began to kiss him. Master reached around during the kiss and finger fucked my dads hairy hole til he was moaning like a whore. After a minute master pushed him off and looked down at me. “Open your mouth slut it was a long drive and I need to piss.” He said removing his codpiece to expose a massive cock with a spiked PA and ampallang. His cock had to be seven inches soft. He began to piss in the direction of my mouth but most of it was spraying all over so I tried to move up to take his head into my mouth. “I didn’t say you could suck my cock faggot” he screamed kicking me to the ground as he continued to piss on me. “Lick it up” he yelled as I began to lick his piss from the floor. As I was doing so I heard sucking behind me and saw master throatfucking my father. After a few minutes master pulled out. “Please master he can wait I need you in me so badly it’s been too long since I’ve had your seed” my father begged. Master spit in his face before turning to me. I knew what was coming and presented my ass to him. His cock was now fully hard and nearing 12 inches. “Tell me what you want faggot” he said “Your cock master” I begged as I felt his hands around my waist “What kind of cock” he asked “Your poz cock master I want your poz cock” I begged as I felt his head on my hole “And what do you want my poz cock to do slut” “Get me pregnant with your strain and make me yours master” I screamed out as master plunged into my in one hard push. I felt my guts being torn apart and could do nothing about it. He was destroying my hole and I had no drugs to lessen the pain. “Oh I forgot to give u a bump” master said with a laugh “oh well I’ll just give u double before your next load how does that sound faggot” he said into my ear He continued to tear apart my hole for what felt like hours until he leaned down and asked me. “Do you want to be mine for the rest of your life” “Yes master” I cried out through the pain “Good boy” he moaned into my ear before fully pulling out the. Slamming back in and blowing his load inside my inner hole.

When I woke up I had a strange feeling of fullness. I felt my ass hole and realized that there was now a larger plug in it. I also noticed that my cock was now caged as well just like my dads. As I got out of bed to go to the bathroom I saw that the shower wouldn’t turn on. I decided to just get dressed only to find all of my clothes gone. I decided that after last night clothes weren’t really necessary and walked down to the kitchen naked. I saw my dad standing there nude as well wearing only the chain around his neck and his cage. “Good morning son” he said as he walked up and stuck his tongue into my mouth. I desperately sucked on his mouth until he pulled away. “How’d you like your cage” he said as he grabbed and shook my locked cock. “Looks like it fits right” “It feels nice” I said “Good do you want some breakfast” he said sliding a plate towards me. He also placed a glass half full with a clear liquid. “Now that I know your a druggie whore I don’t need to hide it in your food and water anymore, that’s GHB it’s why you’ve been extra slutty since you got here, drink up” daddy said. I should’ve been shocked but instead I just obediently drank down the foul tasting liquid. “Do you have any plans today son” daddy asked “None yet” I said feeling slightly dizzy from the drug “Good your step father gets home today and he wants to convert you as soon as possible so we’ll spend the day getting you ready.” “What do you mean convert me” I asked as dad led me to a door I’d never been through. “He’s going to give you HIV just like he did me” he said casually I stopped dead in my tracks “ you have hiv” I asked in shock “Yes of course I do, I’m a bottom slave just like you’ll be” he said “ it’s how master marks us as his.” He pushed me forward “But hiv is bad” I said “You’re a bottom slut aren’t you son” he said looking down into my eyes “I guess” “And last night you took some strangers load without any thought of protection” “Yeah” I said nervously “See sluts like us are bound to get hiv so you just have to ask would you rather get it from some stranger or from your family.” He said “My family I guess” “Exactly now you understand” he said happily as he continued to lead me into the basement. “Now we’ll spend the rest of the day getting you just how master likes, he’s really looking forward to meeting you.” Dad said “I’ve already been slipping you drugs to weaken your immune system so his seed will take easier now it’s just cosmetics we need to change” he said as we came into the basement. It was a large red and black room with several benches and what looked like hammocks. I saw at one end of the room was a man in a full leather bodysuit chained to a bench with two fucking machines going at his mouth and hole. “Who’s that” I asked “Oh just one of master’s pay pigs, some pathetic faggot who pays master to leave him chained up and humiliated.” Dad said with a hint of bitterness “Oh ok” I said as dad led me into a large bathroom. It had a large walk-in shower with three head and hoses, there were several cupboards but no toilets which I thought was weird. My dad leaned over into one of the cupboards and pulled out what looked like a lotion bottle. “Alright son this is the only part I can’t help you with, this is nair” he said “ master likes his slaves hairy but since your not his slave yet you need to be hairless, don’t worry it’s only temporary and once you test positive we’ll get you on steroids and your hair will grow back like crazy” he handed me the bottle and motioned me to the shower. I rubbed the nair all over and waited as it began to tingle. “Alright son that should be long enough rinse off now” my dad said as I turned on the shower heads. Once I was rinsed off my dad got into the with me and turned me around inspecting me for hair. “Good job son, you're totally hairless.” He said as he ripped my butt plug out of me to which I moaned in response. “Now normally master likes his sex dirty but so that his seed takes better we’ll need to clean you out” dad said as he picked up a hose and bent me over. He slowly inserted the hose into me before I felt the water begin to fill me. “Hold onto it son I’ll let you know when to release” he said as he pushed the hose deeper into me past my second hole. I could feel my stomach expanding and felt like I was about to pop when dad pulled the hose out and told me to release. After a few more times the water came out clear and daddy declared me clean. “Good job son now it’s time for the finishing touches.” He said as he reached into the cupboards and pulled out two bags that looked like IVs “ now master love bottoms with big balls and we love to make master happy don’t we son” I nodded obediently “Good now come over here” he said as he connected a needle to one of the bags “This is gonna hurt a bit but don’t worry it’s definitely worth it.” He said as he grabbed my balls and inserted the needle in. It hurt like hell but then had a strange feeling as the cold liquid began to flow in. Dad inserted a needle into his sack as well before explaining “ this is saline, it’s perfectly healthy and will go away in a few days.” He then pulled out some small suction cups and placed the on my nipples. “These will get your nipples nice and puffy” We wait for a while as I watched our sacks slowly inflated till they were pulled completely tight. “Good looks like we’re full, and just in time master should be home soon.” Dad said as he led me back upstairs. My giant balls made walking feel weird. Once we got to the door my father handed me a white lace thong that did little to cover my massive balls and told me to sit and wait. About an hour later the door opened and a god of a man walked inside. He was 6’6 at least and was dressed in tight chaps and a leather codpiece with large military boots. He wore only a leather vest that showed off his massive hairy and tattooed chest. His pecs were massive, even bigger than my fathers with bigger piercings to match. He had a giant septum piercing above his thick beard. His head was fully shave and shining. “It’s good to meet you son, you ready for the start of your new life.” Master said

People forget that sexual monogamy in a relationship is a made up church construct that has no basis in reality. This was done by the church as a means of control, tying the idea of being sexually faithful to the holy sacrament of marriage. Without this concept, there is no "cheating" in a relationship because sex isn't a part of the conversation. WHat religion essentially created is a relationship based on Jealousy of the Other, and not Love as it claims. Scientific research has demonstrated mamaals are not sexually monogamous, even paired ones. My husband and I are open. Sex is sport to us. It's what horny males do because we're horny males. The fact is, who I have sex with has no bearing on how much I love my partner, BUT the churhc has marketed sex and love are synonymous for so long, people accept it without question. Because we don't do sexual monogamy, there is no cloud of jealousy having over the relationship. When one of us goes someplace there's no nagging "is he seeing someone else behind my back?", "did he have sex with a guy on hos way home?" to it. We have no jealousy and can talk about our hookups like we talk about anything else. Having the monogamy thing a non-issue, lets us focus on each other and our relationship and emotional commitment to each other. It's a far healthier state of mind to live in. Many gays want to copy the hetrosexual relationship structure created by the church because that's al they know. However, there's a reason the divorce rate runs so high among the hetersexuals where "cheating" is involved: it's not normal and it's not natural. Further, the whole finding and loving "the one" thing the church and every rom-com known to man has pushed is mad eup as well. There's nothing that says you can't equally love more than one person and all have a relationship together. If my partner brought in another guy he really cared for and wanted to expand our relationship, I would welcome him with open arms (and legs00I'm a slut, what can I say?). So, don't limit yourself by trying to adhere to a structure the heterosexuals have already demonstrated doesn't really work. THatn's not to say it can't work for some people, but they are a minority. Hope this helps.

So, from the OP, I am reading between the lines that the bartender in question is a racist, and does the tip up on racial groups he wants to feel superior to. FUCK HIM !! As a gay man, he should be overly sensitive to what discrimination is like, to practice it upon another gay man is shit, but also a reflection of his character. You absolutely should approach the bar OWNER, and lay it out to him that you are not happy being treated like that in a business that is for the gay community and supposedly a safe place. Based then on the owners reaction, you can accept his reply, whatever it may be, and have to keep avoiding the bar on days that douche is working ( but why should you have to??) if he does nothing. If he fires the guy, then you can go whenever you want, but is this guy like the alpha bartender- or do the other guys hate him? If he was the alpha, I would stick to bottled beers for a while, and avoid the chance of half pour shots when buying a cocktail. And if they all hated the guy ( he likely was not just a douche to certain customers; but to his co-workers as well) you might be the hero of the month, with some even showing their appreciation with a free drink or an after the bar closes hook up lol But no matter- let the owner know. If they call you the problem, then do you really want to support that business? If it means not going back to that bar, so be it. But spread the word to friends and fucks you know about what the deal is in that bar-

Fellow American here. Normal tip is 18-20%, possibly slightly more at a bar if it's only 1 or 2 drinks (because the amounts are small). If the bartender were to, er, "adjust" the price of the drinks arbitrarily? Sudden EVAPORATION of the tip. Seriously. Alcohol is ALREADY an enormous markup item with a GIANT profit margin. Most restaurants make their real money on the bar tab. This is common knowledge. Bartender dude is apparently not only an asshole but a stupid one (or at least arrogant enough to believe that everyone else is completely ignorant).

It was Good Friday so the guys were coming to our house instead of our regular coffee shop. I was desperately hoping Stew would be joining us this week. He normally works so can't join us mid afternoon. His husband rarely misses. Although his husband is much older and very pot bellied Stew is a Greek God . He works out 7 days a week. He's tall, slim, beautifully muscled, has very artistic tattoos of his former cats on his shoulders and the crest for 'Queen' on his back. Freddy Mercury is his idol. Stew has silky long white hair, usually in a bun and a closely cropped white beard framing his handsome smiling face. He's a sweetheart and the only thing average about him is his 6 inch cock. That said, he gives an above average fuck. The first time we hooked up Stew and his husband had me over to their place. They are Portuguese and Brazilian so any visit starts with good booze and something to eat. These formalities for hospitality out of the way we went up to their bedroom. It was pretty clear they didn't entertain like this often as they fussed and argued about what the neighbors might see and how many blinds to close. That settled we began to make out and help each other out of our clothes. Soon we were all naked and sucking each other hard. Stew and I had been 69ing when I swung around and straddled his torso so we could share some great pre cum passionate kisses. I began to realize the husband was standing beside the bed. I looked back to see he was manhandling Stew erection. In fact guiding it to my ass. I pushed back as the husband guided the raw cock into my hole. I was both delighted and amazed as nothing had been talked about ahead of time. In the back of my mind I had been stewing about when the best time to declare my 'raw is law' stance to sex. I hadn't needed to worry. I was now riding this Greek God in front of his husband bareback! I was extatic! The fuck didn't last long because Stew was soon unloading deep in my ass as I spontaneously orgasmed and sprayed cum on Stew’s strong chest, jaw, and the headboard of the bed. Stew then watched as I bent over the side of the bed to take his husband's raw cock and breeding. The only other time I got to play with them together was at a naked dance in a nearby city. They had taken me along with them. One of the organizers, a handsome mid-thirty’s cub clad in a jock strap and leather harness had come over to welcome me as a new comer. After a passionate deep tounge kiss I had bent over, released, and sucked his 8 hard inches down my throat. One of his fingers quickly found and entered my prelubed hole. I soon stood, turned and offered my ass to his magnificent cock. By this point Stew pulled me into an embrace and deep kiss. We were still kissing when the host fired his load deep into my ass. Stew quickly moved in behind me and soon I was receiving another breeding in the middle of the dance floor. My exhibitionist soul was in heaven. Two of the sexiest guys present had just used and bred me on the dance floor for all to see. I moved to the side and sucked down my next load from a cute young enthusiastic guy. As I moved away from that encounter Stew’s husband danced up behind me, worked his raw cock into my sloppy hole and was soon adding his DNA to the soup in my anal cavity. Beyond that Stew would come out on the bay with me in the boat. We'd fuck out in the sun. Eventually he'd breed me and we'd skinny dip to cool off and clean up. As two couples we frequently socialized. Being in close proximity to Stew made me hornier every time. Especially when we couldn't do what we most enjoy to do with each other. We had chatted a few times after some of these frustrating experiences and both agreed we needed to find a way to sneak off and fuck. Maybe this Good Friday would be our chance. You may wonder why I'm calling this cheating as my hubby and I have an open relationship. In fact I'm pretty sure my man knows I have sex with Stew. We are 'don't ask don't tell' but he's not stupid, he knows. Further, I had had the odd guy into our house to fuck and breed me in our bed. Just never when he was in town. Again no rules had been laid down, I just didn't want to rub hubby's face in my dalliances. But I couldn’t stand it any longer. If Stew was coming I knew I wanted anted, no needed, to have sex with him. I really didn't have time to clean out; besides, why go to all that bother, get my hopes up, and then not have him show. At the designated time the first of our guests appeared and I busied myself preparing drinks and appies. More guests arrived and I lost myself in the socializing and party and found I'd given up hope of Stew and partner coming. Then I noticed their car pull up. As I saw this beautiful man step out of their car I got rock hard instantly. I made sure I was at the door to greet them with warm hugs and kisses. Stew’s husband had food to add to our offerings and headed to the kitchen after I took his coat. I knew my hubby was in the kitchen and they would be tied up together for a while organizing food to serve. The rest of our guests were happily ensconced in chatter. This was my chance. When I was sure no one was looking I took Stew by the hand and led him down the stairs. I pulled him into our downstairs onsuit bathroom, closed the door, embraced him and planted a huge kiss on his lips. When we broke the kiss he was grinning like a Cheshire cat. He was already loosening his belt and opening his fly. I whispered; " We have to be quick. " and I started to crouch planning to suck him off. He caught me by the arm and with his thick Brazilian accent and broken English said, "No, I fuck you. " "But I'm not sure I'm clean" I whispered back. "You not want me fuck you?" "Of course I do." "Then I fuck you, shhhhh" He hushed me. I leaned over the sink vanity and grabbed Vaseline out of the medicine cabinet. He greased my hole and his pole. He wasted no time in breaching my entrance and I involuntarily gasped and groaned quite loudly. One of his hands moved to cover my mouth. His mouth moved in to my ear and my skin crawled as he hushed me, "shhhhh". Then it was as if to contradict himself he began slapping into my ass with full fuck force. I wasn't sure his hand could muffle my moans and gasps enough. I soon lost the desire to care. My sex God's raw cock was right where I needed it. Through the mirror I could see his beautiful face nibbling at my neck and ear. I thought, 'God, how did I get so lucky?' He stopped pounding just for a moment to pull off his shirt and release the knot of his hair. I couldn't take my eyes off his powerful tattooed shoulders and beautiful long swaying locks. His smiling eyes met mine through the mirror and held me. "I love you. " He mouthed. "I love fuck you." "Oh yeah, fuckin breed me!" I was totally out of control. Five more pounding slaps and he was roaring with laughter as he flooded my guts. I quickly spun and dropped to aggressively clean his cock with my mouth. My ass juices and his cum tasted like the sweetest nectar. He practically screamed pushing my head away, "No, too much, stop." It was my turn to hush as I pointed upstairs. "Shhhhhh". When we started to regroup and pull our clothes back up and on we realized he had accidentally tossed his shirt in the toilet in the heat of the moment. He gingerly held the dripping mess over the toilet bowl. I took it from him and placed it in the sink. I then led him to my closet and pulled out my white flowery see through shirt. I knew it would show off his sexy body and gorgeous tattoos. He kept smiling and pulled it on. He reached to align a button with a hole and then shook his head leaving the shirt open so it framed his washboard abbs. He grabbed my ratiest torn jeans and my mesh vest and insisted I change into them. I asked if he was crazy. He just grinned impishly and said "Yeah ". The jeans were my favorite. They were covered in frade material and rips including around the back and over the front pockets. They were definitely not presentable to wear in public. But they made me feel so exposed and sexy. I followed Stew’s lead and didn't button the vest. At the bottom of the stairs he ran his hand through the thick hair on my chest. "I like!" He crooned. We shared a passionate kiss and then made our way up to return to the party. Some people seemed to barely notice we had been away. His husband seductively approached me as he emerged from the kitchen . He kissed me on the lips, hugged me, and slid a hand down to cup my ass cheek. One of his fingers found a hole in the denim and easily snaked it's way over and into my wet hole. He pulled it out and presented it to my lips. I licked it off and quietly said. "The best!" We shared another kiss and I moved to the couch to sit beside Stew. Stew’s finger found the frayed hole beside my fly, snaked inside and stroked my growing hard on. My husband came into the room and pretended not to see. Everyone seemed to be in a great mood and the laughing and banter carried on for the next while seemly oblivious of Stew’s finger messaging my cock through my frade jeans. Then a friend leaned into my ear and whispered. "You and I could slip down and I could give more than a finger to your needy cock, slut. " This didn't desuade Stew one bit as he grabbed hold of my raging hard on and moved up to kiss my friend all in one motion. I was now afraid I was going to ejaculate there and then in the middle of our house party. I excused myself and made my way towards the basement stairs. As I fled I noticed the hole beside the fly of my jeans had ripped larger and the shiny head of my erection was poking out. Stew’s husband was behind me and followed me down the stairs and directly into our bedroom. He was quickly embracing me from behind. " My turn, my sweet " he cruned with his sexy Portuguese accent. I just dropped my pants and bent over the edge of the bed. He slid his raw cock into me and I could feel his big hairy belly resting on my back. Like the first time it only took a few pumps before he was unloading deep into my gut. I tossed my ripped jeans aside and pulled on a pair of baggy shorts. We went back up to join the party but people were grabbing their coats and heading out. My husband was being the perfect host helping people on with their coats and hugging them as they headed out to the street. One of our sexiest bear friends emerged from the upstairs bathroom at this point. He beelined directly to me, leaned into my ear and said. "I've always wanted to sneak you down there. Let's go." His cock was out before we got to the bedroom. "So, how do you want this, 'cause I know you want this. " He said with great confidence. When I turned my back to him he saw the wet spot on the ass of my shorts. "Oh, okay!" with surprise in his voice, "I've wanted to breed your ass for a long time. Guess it's my lucky day. " I was bent over the bed and he was railing my slutty ass in no time. His coke can thick 9 inches were ripping me appart and giving too much pleasure for me to even think to stifle my cries of pain and delight. Soon I was on my back and his hairy sweaty body was driving into me missionary. With horror I saw my husband enter the bedroom and sit on the bed beside me. Very calmly he said, "Don't mind me boys. I'm just here to watch." Our bear friend spoke next with a bit of a gasp in his increasingly laboured breathing, "You sure. " "Bareback eh? I always knew he was a slut. I suspected this but now I know. Breed my husband for me, it appears he can't get enough. " His words weren't out of his mouth and the bear was pumping my cum filled gut to overflowing. When our bear friend had showered and left we heated up some leftovers for dinner. I finally screwed up my courage to speak, "I'm sorry you saw that. I've tried to be discreet. " "Hell, no need to apologize. I've told you it doesn't bother me to know you are out having sex with guys. I suspected it but now I know you play bareback. Just with guys you know? Or ...?" "Or? Yeah, anybody. Anybody that wants my ass gets it raw. God, I love cum in my ass. " "Apparently. Do you check that they are safe?" Apologetically I responded; "Sorry. I never bother. I'm already poz and undetectable. And I just need their cum." "Well I don't like it; but, it's your body. And since we don't have sex. I'm safe. Did Stew and his husband also breed you this afternoon? I saw you took them downstairs. " "I thought we were don't ask don't tell. " I queried. "I'm not mad. Just curious. " "In that case, yeah. They both bred me." "Good. I like those guys. I was pretty sure what you and Stew get up to on the boat. I'm surprised you let his husband fuck you, but good for you. Good for him. Was it fun to sneak off? You know we could all hear you. " "Fuck, sorry. " "Was it fun?" I was blushing; "Yeah, it was fuckin awesome." "Good. Now do you want dessert, or do you need more cum in your ass?" "Fuuccckkk. Always more cum." "It's a nice evening. I'll do the dishes. Isn't there a cruising woods near here? I'm sure they will be interested in your prelubed hole. Go on, get out of here. " "Are you sure?" I asked skeptically. "No, so you better get going before I change my mind. " He smiled. I went to the woods. It was getting dark. There were lots of guys around. I found a good solid tree, stripped , leaned against the tree and offered my ass to any and all takers. I lost track of the number of raw cocks that probed my hairy dripping hole and soon there was a steady stream of strangers cum running down the back of my legs. About two a.m. I found my way home. Hubby had gone to bed. There was a light on in the kitchen. The medicated shampoo bottle was on the counter with a note. "Use this, with all your hair you might have picked up crabs and I don't want those again. Then get your naked body into bed with me. " I was exhausted but did as instructed I tried not to wake him as I crawled in and curled up on my side of the bed. He moved over and spooned me with his naked body. Sleepily he asked, "Did you have fun?" One of his fingers had found my hole, intruded and was then offered to my mouth. This was the most sexual we had been with each other in years!

My husband and I have been together 23 years in an open relationship. We met while cheating on our current partners. In the end we both acknowledge that it was miserable cheating and lying so we decided for us it was best to have an open relationship. Somehow, by being open the jealously faded away. We pretty much have a don't ask but do Tell! My husband is a bit of a voyeur and loves to watch me fuck other guys. Or at least hear the details afterwards. We also found this really helpful because my husband is so into his career that I was often alone on the weekends. He encouraged me to go fuck around to help my mood. It really helped. I got laid. He got to work (his passion) and he got a story later. About 12 years ago a young guy came over and I was fucking upstairs while my husband was cooking dinner and we fed the boy and he stayed. Now we're in a triad. It's been the best thing ever. The two of them do things together (both sexually and in general) and I do separate hobbies with the boy. And I am really surprised that there hasn't been jealously. The boy and I attend a regular monthly sex party together. He gets to watch me fuck other guys. I look to the other part of the dungeon and he is seated in a rim chair getting eaten out having a great time. So it all works. The other thing about the open relationship that has been a real positive for us is that we are each allowed to express our own sexual interests without shame. The type of guys my husband and our boy like are sometimes different. We each enjoy some different fetishes. While we will sometimes all partake in the same fetish it allows each of us to explore deeper on our own again without judgement or shame. Sometimes even at the same sex group event. Another memory just came back was one time we were visiting a friend in another state. My husband said he would really like the opportunity to make love with our host. He asked in advance and said it was something he really wanted to do. So the 3 of us had sex and then I moved to sleep in the guest room. In a little while I heard through the wall that they were fucking again. In the morning they said they had a great mutual time. Both my husband I have come to realize that we can have open sex and feelings for other guys but still be committed to each other. We never schedule a time to have sex with others that would take time when we could be together. We still maintain our long term goals together, we still share financial goals together, etc. Works well for us.

Mike woke up the next morning with his head splitting making his way to the bathroom then the kitchen needing coffee. As he sipped his first cup he heard a muted “ding” from the headphones on his desk and went to check it out. Plopping down in his chair he caught sight of his own profile groaning as he read what had seemed so sensible last night. He was about to delete the entire thing when another ding made him look up. He had 97 messages in his inbox. Groaning again he opened it and scanned them. Almost every one started with “I’m not this but…” listing the criteria they didn’t match but wanting to try anyway. Towards the bottom he saw one saying “I’m 19, a virgin and you look and sound perfect!” Snorting Mike opened the profile of the sender. One picture of a very nice body taken in a hotel bathroom mirror the flash blanking out the face but a nice rounded ass peaking above the counter Stats 5 foot 8 19 years old brown/brown neg and that was it. Just for fun Mike replied “Nice but how do I know that is really you?” then deleted all the messages and set his profile to private to hide it. Before he could stand up a reply came back “Oh wow! You replied! I’m at the pool. Let me get back to my room and I will send you more pictures!” and after a quick trip back to the kitchen for more coffee and some toast he sat back down to the site’s app flashing “Video call incoming." Making sure his camera was off he hit Open call. The window popped up showing a young man sitting on the edge of a bed from the neck down “hey there, I’m Mike” he said to let him know he was watching “Hey! I’m Jeff!” the reply came then he stood up, turned and lowered the back of his shorts a few inches, teasing that ass. “See it is me. Now, how do I know it’s really you? Fair is fair.” Laughing Mike turned on his camera also not showing his face but showing his chest with the same tattoos then standing to grip his cock through his shorts letting the fabric bulge around his cock “Yep it’s you” He heard Jeff giggle as he sat back down. “Your profile is the hottest thing I have ever seen” Jeff said, sitting back on the bed. Mike flushed “I was drunk when I wrote that I got dumped yesterday and I was not in my right mind” “What Idiot would dump you?” Jeff shot back “But you must want those things on some level if you wrote them I would marry you today” “Probably on some level and you are a sweet kid” Mike agreed The conversation went on all day Mike telling about his tattoo business and life even a little about his Ex. Jeff saying he was a virgin but since he could find porn he had been drawn to stories of BD/SM in various forms. How he had never thought about being pozzed but the idea was making him hard as a rock. How he had promised his parents he would not have sex till he was married that last part said with a bit of an ironic smirk in his voice “You live in Las Vegas don’t you? I’s on your profile” “Yeah” Mike said. “I’m actually going to be there tomorrow for a month or so” “Cool, I will be working tomorrow” They talked about movies and music Jeff asking his opinion on various celebrities “What do you think of Billy Clay”? Jeff asked “I would fuck him till he couldn’t stand up then fuck him again, then again” Mike laughed Billy Clay was a pop star who had gone from posting on Youtube to having 4 number one hits before he was 18. Now he was working on an album and had filmed a movie set to be released during the holidays. He was gorgeous. Jeff mentioned a few more celebrities then said he had a flight to catch in the morning. They exchanged numbers and logged out.

Pt 2 Colton then moved off my penetrating probing tongue, and said go wash up Jonas, I will see if I can contact some of my hung mates and spice things up a bit. On your way to the shower grab a bottle of water and gulp it down, we need to stay hydrated. I didn’t hesitate and replied ‘cool’ as I headed to the bathroom. I gulped down the chilled water in seconds. This hook up was just getting better and better! I stood under the jets of hot water and just soaked up the pleasure that each little stream was giving my drug sensitised pores… I washed myself from head to toe, lathering up with the Nivea men’s body wash in the shower recess. I thoroughly rinsed off, and removed the shower rose and used the hose to fully rinse out…then some of the lube off the shelf and a conveniently placed long toy to fuck myself for a bit, then douched again for good measure. I once again stood under the jets of hot water and gave myself a really good rinse. I was squeaky clean all over, and the heat of the shower was making my veins pop out nicely. Just looking at my nice plump veins made my soft cock stir and my hole twitch involuntarily. The expectation of another slam entering my primed-up veins was getting me excited and curious as to what Colton had planned next. I towelled myself dry with the thick plush towel supplied, and loved the sensation on my skin. I was so wired that every pore on my body was lustfully excited just with the mere touch of the soft towel. Once I was fully dry, I left the towel in the bathroom area and walked back into the playroom. I grabbed and then quickly gulped down another bottle of water on my way into the playroom. Colton was nowhere to be seen. On the wall in the playroom there was a whiteboard, and he had written instructions to me on the board. It said to go over to the sling. Next to the sling is a stand with several items on it. Take the blue Viagra pill, the other pill which is MDMA, and swallow them with the drink set out for you in the glass which also contains G. Then grab the blindfold and get into the sling. Lay back and place your feet into the sling stirrups, and then attach the blindfold. I will be there momentarily. I followed all the instructions on the board to the letter. As I completed the last task of attaching the blindfold, I could hear voices approaching. The G was so good it was already starting to kick in. I began slightly squirming around in the sling, and heard Colton close now, saying see, I told you he is a pig, ripe for us to own. I heard at least two other voices chime in and say right on, and cool man… As I was going into a G haze, I felt my cock starting to grow and could hear their voices in the background. The sounded almost muffled, but I could hear every word like it was in slow motion. Colton was saying you boys slam up, and I will give Jonas here another decent hit. He took a slam first, then I gave him a .3 booty bump which I inserted on the end of a toy... getting it deep inside the slut. I’ll hit him with another .3 but in a slam. I will drop the head of the sling down a bit so you boys can have at him each end, while I film this onto livestream, cool? Both the guys said ‘Cool’ back in unison. Colton said BTW boys, yours are both .3’s, I know you are such horned up tops and I love the way you both get rock hard on a big hit. Jonas is going to get the fucking of his life…oh yeah, there’s also some nice fresh strong poppers in the inhaler mask for him if you want to tweak him up some more just hold the mask over his face whenever you want, and there’s some on a stand each side for you guys next to the bottles of lube… shall we begin the owning of this amazing slut hole?

I (54) have an open relationship with my boy, Drew (23). Our relationship is purely physical. We’re both horny 24/7. We don’t get jealous. If I come home to find another Daddy nutting in Drew’s ass I watch until he’s shot his load then I fuck my load up Drew’s wet hole. Same goes if I’m fucking one of Drew’s mates, he will join in. We share a bed and yeah, I breed him most days but we also group fuck at least once a week. I love watching other men breed Drew's ass.

— Chris (dad) flashback I had always been a good Christian man, I waited till marriage, treated my son and wife well and made sure to go to church every day. That’s where I met Andrew. Andrew was a huge man, probably around 6’2 with a well muscled body, not of a body builder but more like someone who had done a lot of physical labor. He had his ears pierced and what looked like the holes for septum and lip piercings as well. He had tattoos on his hands and neck which lead me to assume that he had them all over his body. His type weren’t unheard of at the church, convicts who had found the lord in prison or the like. I was not given any details, but my priest asked me to help him adjust to the church and community. We first met over lunch where he told me that he was from New York. At some point we got onto the topic of his muscles. He offered to show me the ropes at the gym because I was on the scrawny side. When I saw him at the gym the next morning I was struck. He was wearing only a tight white tank top and running shorts. His body was covered in hair and tattoos and I could see his huge bulge. “Hey there chris you alright buddy” he asked “Yeah fine” I said shaking myself “Well let’s get to work then” he said slapping my ass as we walked inside the gym. Two hours later I was exhausted. “Wow I didn’t know I could be so tired” I said “Yeah I like to get nice and sore before work every morning” Andrew responded We were making our way over to the locker room when I saw that they were closed with an out of order sign. “Damn guess I’m gonna have to shower at home” Andrew said “Shit I don’t have time to go home and shower before work” I added “You’re welcome to come shower at mine Chris” Andrew responded “That would be great” As I walked into Andrew’s apartment I realized it was a lot nicer than I thought. I guess I had assumed he would live somewhere trashy but his apartment looked newly made and decorated. “Fuck” Andrew groaned taking off his sweaty tank top. “ I’ve only got one shower so I hope you don’t mind doubling up, don’t worry it’s plenty big” “Oh ok” I said as he pulled off his shorts revealing an overfull dirty jockstrap. “I’m gonna grab some water you go get it started, it’s just through the bedroom” Andrew said as he walked to the fridge I went through his bedroom into the bathroom and was surprised to find a full walk in shower with several shower heads and attachments. I nervously striped as I thought about all the other times I’d been naked with other guys. It had never phased me before, why now. After I pulled the last of my clothes off I was reminded why I was nervous as Andrew came into the bathroom. I realized that both of his nipples were pierced with large thick crescents. He smirked at me as he pulled off his jockstrap revealing a 7 inch flaccid cock with a giant piercing. It was resting on equally huge balls that swung as he walked. “You like what you see Chris” Andrew said as he grabbed my rock hard 7 inch cock “ha look you hard is the same as me soft, though I’m still thicker” “Um no im not gay” I stuttered out “Sure you aren’t” Andrew said as he bent down invading my mouth with his tongue. At the same time he slid one of his fingers into my asshole. I had never felt like this and began moaning into Andrew’s mouth as he pulled away. “Get in the shower now whore” he ordered to which I mindlessly followed “Bend over” he said as he pushed me down so my head was against the wall of the shower. “Now I’m going to clean you out, hold until I tell you to let go” Andrew said as he inserted something I couldn’t see into my hole. I felt a sudden pressure and fullness as my stomach began to fill. Andrew pulled the nozzle out of me and began pushing on my hairy gut. As he pushed I couldn’t help myself and let go releasing all the water. “I didn’t say let go faggot!” He screamed as he grabbed my balls and squeezed hard. I was hit with a shocking pain but all I could do was moan. “ oh do you like that slut” Andrew said as he guided me out of the shower. Once we were out he pushed me to my knees where I was met face to face with his massive cock. It had grown to about 9 inches and still was only semi hard. “I think you know what to do," he said as his piercing touched my lips.

Mike was angry, Mike was hurt, Mike was very very drunk. He wanted to lash out. He wanted to be the one using somebody. He wanted someone in his bed who was HIS. Mike had arrived home from a tattoo trade show earlier that day to find his lover of the last five years had left him going back home to his parents, his church and his miserable closeted life. Now he sat in front of his computer on that bareback site updating and rewriting. He had kept the profile all those years, occasionally checking it for amusement to see if anyone had “pinged” him but never replying. It had been his Ex who had cheated getting charged up and passing it on to Mike one of the rare times he had topped Mike. They had gotten through it and Mike had forgiven him even coming to be turned on by his status and now a year later the little slut was gone. Mike updated his pictures showing off his physique and that picture his Ex had loved of his hardening cock struggling to escape a leather thong leaving no doubt to the size and girth of his member then he read the text: Me 31 years old 6 foot 3 inches tall 219 lbs. POZ unmedicated - Toxic 10 ½ inches pierced and cut Semi hairy Single You Under 25 over 18 5 foot 9 or shorter In shape great ass a must NEG Cock size unimportant Smooth Single Giving the right man the opportunity to be bent over at least once a day for the rest of his life and have my cock shoved into him. A submissive nature is a must. To qualify you must agree to always let me cum inside you and to submit to sex when it is demanded of you after a discussion of limits and rules. Oh yeah and you have to marry me before any of this. Satisfied Mike hit the “Save Changes” button, the anger, hurt and alcohol conspiring to make this seem like a good idea then he stumbled off to bed to sleep and forget for a while leaving the computer on as message dings started rolling in. *************************** Hey guys this is my first attempt at a story here let me know if you want more

Hot quick stop. I parked up, a block away from this spot, where I see taxi drivers parked up at night. There is a small park at the bottom of a cliff, with big trees and a creek, not much lighting. While crossing the road, I saw a built, bald guy in the shadows. He walked to the back of the park, behind hedge. I walked up the rough gravel track that leads to the hedge. The track also goes up the back of the creek, along the bottom of the cliff. It’s a cool night, good for hoodies and track pants. I walked around the hedge, I see the guy is taking a piss, I guess he is just a taxi driver taking a piss on his dinner break. He is well built, and I don’t want to make a move, just in case he is just a taxi driver. This guy, you would never start anything with him. I walked past him and up the track, pause for a minute and walk back, waiting for him to finish his piss and walk away. When I walk back, he’s still standing in the same place, but turned around with his cock out, just standing there, in the, “it’s not going to suck itself” pose. I walk over and he starts stroking his semi. He reaches out and feels for my cock in my track pants. I pull down the front of my trackies, and flop my almost fully hard cock out. We shamelessly stroke each other's cocks and rub them to fully hard. He gets down on his knees and goes to town on my cock for a minute, I did not pick him for a cock sucker. I get him to stand up and I return the favour. His cock gets my head spinning. His cock is a decent size and matches his rugby player build. I pull his trackies down around his knees so I can rub his muscle-ass with both hands while he face fucks me. He pulls me up and turns around. I rub my cock up and down his crack. He adjusts his position to give me full access. I grab my tube of lube out and treat my cock and his crack. In no time, I am fully in and he is reaching back to pull my hips in deep. We fuck frantically for a minute, we are trying to get a good position on the uneven ground and get a good pace. He is a couple inches taller and 30 pounds bigger than me. He is a real rugby stud. I push his hoodie up his back, his pants are down to his ankles. I do the same for me, unzipping my hoodie, I fucken love full skin to skin contact. He is jerking himself hard. He just wants as much as he can get, as fast as possible. I bear hug him, and hold him close. I whisper in his ear, do you want my cum in you? I don’t know what he says, but he pulls my hips in deep. We keep fucking for another couple of minutes, It’s too cold to sweat, but we are going hard. I can tell he is getting close, he is jerking while I fuck him. My greedy cock is in him and my hands are exploring all his skin and muscles. I get close to blowing, my breathing is getting short, he knows I am getting close. I growl “fuck yeah”, in his ear, he holds my hips in, to get my cock as deep as it can get. I blast my load into him. He holds me in for a minute with one of his strong hands, holding me in while he’s shooting his own load. My cock feels great and I am high on rugby player testosterone. We pull our pants up, and get our clothes together. We walk back around from behind the hedge. I let him go ahead of me. I get a better view of him, he is a well build stud. We walk past some other dude on the park bench - he knows what’s up in the park. I feel fucking great. I walk back to my truck and start driving home. A block later, I see my rugby guy under the full street lights.

Yesterday, I got up, but knew it was a day to get bred. Did laundry, cleaned out and jumped online. First was a bearidh buddy in town visiting his niece, took his nice 7 incher and he pounded me for about 15 minutes before the creamy reward. Second was a married bi-latino with a wife that rarely puts out, was happy to let him pump and go. Third was another big uncut latino, that used the other two as lube. May repeat it again today.

I think human race has a serious problem: the desire to trap each other in pre-defined models without considering that a model is a starting point, not a goal to achieve. Like when you create a new blog or document in a computer; you have several layout to start from, but no one prevents you from changing the layout completely and use the main model just as a basic inspiration. A guy here has centered the point: "you must have common interests beyond sex" and I thank him for this statement. It could be obvious, but it isn't that much. That's why I have accepted to be psychologically abused for years: I concentrated most on sex and on that "rescue" attitude I have, rather than developing a really healthy relationship with him. After what happened with my so-called "monogamous" relationship with the cheater who pozzed me, I resigned to the models again: "monogamous is hetero love, gay love is open". I would lie if I tell you it wasn't good sex then; in pre-pandemic times my ex and I had great sex with some regulars, I enjoyed it; no questions asked and no condoms, him on Prep, me Undet, fuck it. Then our mutual poz fetish revelation came, several issues -including pandemic- and all events made me realize I've lived with a fuckbuddy, not with a boyfriend. A fuckbuddy I was rescuing from a miserable life. And now? With my current partner we are closed, but aren't at the same time. I mean, we haven't had sex with others, at least not arriving to anal penetration, but we have not promised to be sexually faithful to each other. Only promise has been, "if you get the chance go for it but be careful" - especially me to him, as I don't want him to get pozzed. And not by strangers. For the rest, we have our occasional on line flirts, dirty messages here and there but no interest to go for it in real, at the moment.

I realise that I haven't addressed the OP. I wouldn't tip, either, in this case.

Because of the 70 who signed up on BBRT: 20 Have a sick pet that needs to be taken to the vet urgently 12 Have an elderly relative that needs help 15 Have a sudden cold / food poisoning/ tummy bug / other illness 10 Had a flat battery on their phone and left their charger at home 7 Had a water leak or other domestic emergency 3 Partied too much and now can't get hard 2 Turned up but fancy the guy in the room up the corridor more. 1 Guy who's only up for proving he's more of a bottom than you are. (Maybe I'm just too jaded and cynical for this anymore 😜)

Part 2 “Fuck fuck fuck” I was screaming, I was in pure pleasure! The man fucking me started speaking and I could hear that is was master “oh fuck yeah, you like that your little pig? You like being slammed and used your little pig boy? Fuck I’m gonna cum in you boy, you like that?” all I could say was “fuck, uh fuck yes” over and over. I don’t know how long master fucked me and calling me all dirty names. Slut, pig, meth whore, slaveboy… then I hear him “oh fuck, here it comes!! Take it boy, take my fucking in your little pig ass” And then he came, I could feel his 23cm cock cum all the way up my ass. After he cummed he stays in my ass and pulled the mask of me. It took me a second to get use to the light. Then I saw master looking down at me, and laughing. He spit in my face and said “oh fuck boy, I have wanted to slam you since the first time you were here. I have some big fucking plans for you this weekend boy, I have some friends coming over later and they are going to have some fun with you!” And then he laughed agin. (More to come, I don’t have more time to right today sadly)

I made my way up the stairs and was met with a tall and somewhat scrawny man in his 50s. He was wearing only basketball shorts through which I could see the outline of his cock. “I knew you’d come slut” he said as he opened the door I just stared back unsure of how to respond. “Well get that fat ass in here cunt” he yelled pulling me inside. “Strip now” he commanded once the door was closed. I began taking off my clothes but he stopped me when I got to my thong. “Leave that on” he said as he began fondeling my cock. After a minute I was still totally soft and he look at me quizzically before saying “ you’re fucking high aren’t you you little druggie whore” I shook my head no mumbling that I’ve never done drugs “It doesn’t matter what you say I can tell when a boy is high, oh well I hope whatever your on works well with t or else you’re in for a bad time” “What’s t” I asked “Don’t worry it’s just gonna make sex ten times better” he said as he guided me to the couch where he sat down, pulling off his shorts, revealing his cock. It was like I was in a trance, the second i saw his cock I instantly gobbled it up. Push myself hard on it even as my gag reflex resisted. “Fuck you’re a horny slut” the man said as he pulled my plug out and began to finger my hole. After a minute I felt a burning sensation followed by a feeling of emptiness. “Please fuck me” I begged the man who’s name I didn’t even know. “Fine faggot” he said as he got up, shoving me onto the back of the couch. I felt his cock that was now wet with my saliva running between my cheeks. He lined his head up to my tight hole and began to slowly push himself in. I had never felt like this before, it felt like a strange pressure at first but soon it began to feel amazing as his cock pressed up against my prostate. He soon bottomed out before quickly pulling all the way out and slamming back in. As he did so my mind went blank while he jackhammered his cock into my hole slamming into my cum button. I felt the pleasure course through me. He soon started to slow down before leaning forward and asking me “where do you want my load boy” “Inside me daddy please fill me up I need your dirty cum” I had no idea where that came from before remembering that was what one of the bottoms in my dads videos asked for. “That’s a good whore I’ll get you nice and full” he moaned before thrusting in hard. I felt his cock twitch, but I had expected to feel his cum more than I did. As he pulled out he pushed the butt plug in before pointing to the door. “Out faggot” he said commandingly.as I tried to gather my clothes he shook his head saying “walk home in just the thong like the slut you are” I was scared walking down the road in just a thong but also kind of aroused. It was dark enough where I wasn’t in plain view but the few people I crossed on th sidewalk stared in what I thought was awe or horror.

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

Hey bbrothers, I've recently been intrigued by the MPreg thing and would love to explore more. Was thinking about starting a telegram group, let me know if there's any interest. Or, if there's already a good one - please pass it along. I'm [think before following links] [think before following links] https://t.me/talljjnyc on there

I’m Jason, a gay 21yr old twink. 180cm, 75kg, shaggy blonde hair and completely free of facial hair, smooth body except for a triangle of pubic hair, a snail trail up to my navel and armpit hair. I’m cut, around 9” long when hard, and 6” around the hard shaft. I’ve found the little blue pill increases that rock hard size by ½ an inch on both counts. I love my cock being played with while I bottom. Whether its hard, semi hard or soft, still feels fucking amazing…I prefer to bottom. But I have been known to top. I had long had a fascination with gay pnp and had been reading stories and watching videos since I was about 16 years old. I was a virgin until I was 18, and by then, even though a virgin I was already pretty sure of what I wanted sexually. My preference was for other hung twinks, and also jocks. But I was open to all, except for guys who don’t know what ‘good personal hygiene’ means! To me, the only thing that should taste like cheese, is…. cheese! I began my sexual encounters using gay hook up sites, such as BBRT and Squirt, NKP, Grindr, Scruff etc. I soon realised that I wasn’t your average twink, as most of the ones I hooked up with ended up being airheads. But the odd one was like me, focused on great sex and wanting to push limits. Jocks were quite a bit better, but I began to find that the bears and daddies were like gold. I am not stupid, and quickly realised that a lot of these older bear/daddy types were willing to do pretty much whatever with a hot young guy who was serious about having long wild sex sessions. Of course, that meant that some of my wildest fantasies could be achieved with these guys. And of course, I also had by now, several twink and jock type fuck buddies who were not flakes so I was in a good place. I was particularly horny this particular night and was keen to get wild. I had not yet experienced pnp sex but knew deep inside that I wasn’t interested in puffing as much as getting straight to the point. Yup, a slam and getting totally wild. I wanted a long wild session with like-minded guys. Guys who where addicted to owning a slutty hole for many hours, even days. Because this had been the object of my fantasies since watching and searching out everything about gay pnp, I was primed. I decided, right then and there, that this did not have to happen tonight. If it did, that would be like some kind of miracle. I had already worked out that most hookups don’t happen as planned, and that a lot of guys on these hook up sites would talk for hours then when you put the hard word on them to actually hook up, all of a sudden it was now too late as they have work in the morning…or. the budgie is sick, or I have to feed the goldfish…WTF, you know what I mean, weak lame ass excuses! So I’m thinking, I want to set the stage for my ultimate hook up, or at least one of my many fantasies, can play out at least close to, if not BETTER than the actual movie playing in my mind. I’m thinking group, sling, toys, hung tops, fist…and then that little voice kicks in, “Hey buddy, you have only been fucked a few times! What makes you think you can progress from that to being gang fucked, toyed and even fisted’? Straight away the other little evil cheeky voice kicks in and says ‘A BIG FAT TINA SLAM- that’s what!” And the first voice meekly replies, Oh…yup, fair comment…” and that voice retires for the weekend! So how do I start? I think for a few seconds, then think, OF COURSE, a ‘Quick-Connect ad on BBRT!’ I get straight on it. I am sitting at my gaming desk, stark naked with a raging hard-on, slowly jerking my cock every now and again as I focus on placing an ad. I know I have to word the ad carefully, as no mention of drugs is allowed. I begin to type. “Inexperienced hung bottom verse twink, can host or travel, seeking top verse guys to help me go from mild to wild in seconds. Seeking a long session with hung top verse guys who are open to anything, so long as the chemistry is right…DM me if keen” . I was oozing precum as I typed. I read then re-read what I had written, my cock twitched and more precum oozed out of my piss/cum slit. This was it, now or never. I clicked submit before I could change my mind. I suddenly thought, if anyone replies, I am not really ready! I quickly got up and went to the bathroom and got the douche hose running so the water was warm and reasonably fast. I inserted it in to my already hungry hole and felt the pleasure of my hole filling with water, and the pressure As bead of cum oozed out of my cock as I squatted in the shower recess. I felt so full and pushed out, evacuating my bowels of the influx of water as well as the rest of the contents, feeling so horny as I washed it all away. I repeated the process about 5 times over, till everything was crystal clear, then got out and dried off. I went back to my room and looked at the screen on my PC. There were 20 new messages! I rubbed some lube on my hungry hole, and pushed my fingering. Then I grabbed a medium sized butt plug and inserted it. It went straight in. I then sat down to read the messages which had come through as I was douching. I opened the email tab. At a quick glance, 7 were from the same profile. The profile name was ‘IDAREYOU’, which made me leak more precum and my hole clench around the butt plug and then involuntarily relax. I opened the first email from him. It read…’I specialize in transforming bottom verse sluts into total sluts in heat, not just willing, but begging to be fucked and used. No mild, all wild. Intense but sane long sessions.’ Straight away I checked his profile. He was a 57 year old bear type, with a huge cut thick cock. His face was clean-shaven, as were his balls. He was 173cm, 90kg and quite hairy. And his face was hot, kind of a chiselled ex-surfer kind of look. And one pic he had his tongue out, provocatively indicating he was not afraid to eat ass. At this point cum just began oozing out of my cock. It had never been this hard and throbbing ever before. And usually after I cum, its all over. But this just made me even more horny. It was about 7pm, so the night was still very young and I was by no means tired. In fact, I was now hornier for some real heavy wild play than I had ever been. I then opened his next email. “Best you come here boy. I have a dungeon specially for wild play”…that’s all it said. Even more cum oozed out of my solid cock! I could hardly contain myself. This sounded exactly like what I was looking for. I opened the next email. “I am only interested in slamming and long wild fun”… well, you can guess what happened. It seemed like there was a tap on my cock that was stuck in the on position, cum flowing freely. So now the fourth message. “I only fuck bareback.” This produced more cum. So now to his 5th email. “Sorry slut. I meant WE only fuck bareback”… Email number 6. “You need to be prepared to have your hole totally and completely owned’” Well, I didn’t really fully comprehend what that meant, but I knew I desired everything so far that he had said, and in my mind, also accepted what he was wanting to do. Then I opened his 7th email. “OK you little twink slut. Get this. There are 6 of us here partying, all tops and top verse. We would love to be the ones to give you your first slam (of several, BOY) and we are willing to do so as a gift to you from us. But you need to respond within the next 10 minutes.” I looked at the message and saw it was sent 9 minutes ago as I was I in the shower! I quickly replied with a “Yes please!”, and clicked send. I then sent a better response. “Hello Sir, sorry I was in the I shower. You sound amazing. Everything you mentioned is exactly what I have been looking for. Is your offer still open, and if so where are you?” I hit send, then hit email, sent, and saw he had read it instantly. I waited a few seconds and there was a reply. Ok boy, well done. I was beginning to think you were one of those twinks who is all talk and had probably jerked off just from talking about it and it was all over. I’m at 110 Riley on the Westside. Can you get here? I gasped! He was literally 3 doors down from me! I quickly replied. Sir, my name is Jason, what is yours? And I can literally be there in 2 minutes. So is it cool if I come over, and will you really slam me and own my hole with your mates? I’m quickly pulling out the butt plug and checking where my clothes are. Ping. He replies. Hey Jason, I’m Chad. Yes you little slut, you will be slammed, and your hole will be well and truly owned…and much more. Come now boy, I will be waiting at the door. The outside front porch light is on. I quickly replied. I will be there in one minute Sir. I threw on my baseball shorts and a Tee, grabbed my keys and headed out the door. I shut the door behind me and my heart was racing in my chest. It was a warm night, and I walked out to the sidewalk and turned left, and could see the light on out front 3 doors down. It was the old Parker place, but old Mr Parker passed and the place sold up about a week before. I walked down, walked in the gate and up the 3 stairs and knocked on the door. The door opened just enough for me to go inside. Chad said come in boy. I slid sideways inside, and the door was closed behind me. The entryway was dimly lit, with a dull red light globe. I could hear muffled moaning sounds, of porn playing. I turned and saw Chad, his cock was jutting out in front of him. He was hotter than his pics, and he said take off all your clothes and follow me boy! I wasted no time, stripped naked and followed him down a hallway to a doorway leading to the basement. This was where the moaning noises were coming from. He ushered me down the stairs, and unfolding before me was a large fully mirrored room…including the ceiling. There was a sex sling and a fisting bench, and a couple of large beds. Two huge flat screen tv’s were playing gay group bareback porn. But more breathtaking were the 5 other guys there. W twink/jock types, and 3 stocky to solid beefy bear types. What I couldn’t believe was the meat they were all packing! They were all hard, and not one of them was under 8 inches. Chad introduced me to the guys…Mike, Pete, David, Brad and Chris. Chris was packing a solid 10 inch curved 6.5 inch thick weapon, and I think I literally drooled. Chad then said we are not going to waste any time boy. We are all keen as fuck to wreck your boy hole and completely own you for hours. So put your clothes here, and then go and lay back in the sling. I will get a slam ready for you. So is this your first.? I said Yes Sir. In my head, all I could think about was the story I had recently read online. It was about a guy’s first gay pnp gangbang, by author ‘Ben Dover’ and also one about a huge toy initiation. Not that I am encouraging you to do an online search so you will see what I mean…although that many chems they give the dude who is getting his first gangbang in that series is somewhat far-fetched but HOT AS FUCK…anyways I digress, back to the hot as fuck real-time situation happing with Chad and his mates…. He smiled, great. You are going to start with a .25, a quarter of a gram. Chris, tell him what to expect. By this time I was laying back in the sling. Chris and the rest of the guys came over. As Chris started talking, the other guys were putting my ankles in the leather stirrups and caressing my body. Chris said you will feel a bit of a sharp prick like when you get a blood test, then see some blood in the syringe. Then as soon as Chad slams you, he will pull the syringe out and I will give you a tissue which you will press on the site and raise your arm, this helps stop it bleeding and reduce bruising. Next you will suddenly feel you need to cough. And just go with it , try to relax and then you will feel a wave of pleasure…after that, don’t worry. We will take things from there and make this the best night of your life. Don’t try to struggle, just do the opposite and relax because you are ours now boy. Also I will hold bottle to your nose, it is poppers. Just take a big sniff in each nostril and hold it till I tell you to breathe out. Ok boy Yes Sir. Chad made his way over with the syringe. A elastic band was put around my upper arm, and my inner elbow was wiped with an alcohol swab. Hold still boy, Chad said. He slid the needle in as I watched, and he drew the plunger back and I saw my blood enter the barrel of the syringe. Are you ready boy? I replied Yes Sir. He pressed the plunger in and then removed the needle. Chris gave me a tissue to press against the site, and I raised my arm. Shall I continue?

Kyle was an 18 year old high school senior. Excelled at sports. Aced most of his classes. Except one. That was his history class. His teacher Mr. Caine secretly lusted after Kyle. Caine was a tall hairy guy. He was also a well respected teacher. With Kyle on the verge of flunking, Kyle talked to his parents and girlfriend who convinced him to talk to Caine about making up some assignments. Since he had sometime before graduation. “Kyle. I’m not sure if there’s enough time for you to make up the class.” “Please Mr. Caine.” “I’ll do anything you say.” “Anything?” Caine raised his eyebrow. “Yessir”. “I need to pass so I can graduate.” Caine got up walked over to Kyle unzipped his pants and pulled them down. “Suck my hard cock Kyle.” “Sir, I’m not gay.” “You’re not going to pass my class either.” “If you don’t do as I say.” Kyle knew he had no choice. He took in Caine’s big thick cock and started sucking him. Caine got undressed and ordered Kyle to get undressed. Both completely naked. Caine positioned the young man on a chair leaning him against the wall. Caine slowly slid his dick into the young man’s virgin tight hole. Kyle screamed with an unlubed dick went in. Caine didn’t care. He was rough fucking the young man. For Kyle what felt like hours was almost over. Caine felt his dick pulsate in Kyle’s ass. Shooting several loads into him. Caine grunted. Pulled out. Kyle fell to the floor. Caine got dressed. Smiled at him. “You passed my class.” Then walked out. Before Kyle could pull himself together. The overweight 53 year old custodian came in. Saw a naked Kyle with loads coming out of his ass. Decided to fuck him too. Before Kyle could do anything the old man was inside of him shooting off his loads……unfortunately for Kyle the custodian threatened to tell his girlfriend. Unless he continues to have sex with him and a few of his friends.

Great profile name mate.

I don’t really know the specifics or how this feels for you but my gut feeling from reading this is the following: 🚩🚩🚩🚩🚩🚩🚩🚩🚩🚩🚩

I've been in an open relationship for over 8 years and it works great for us! Allows me to be a whore and let him fuck who he wants! No jealousy just good fun!

This one should go into "chemsex fiction" I think; I suppose moderators are going to move it in the right section

In my experience, understanding how and why open relationships can work and might even be essential for some people is something that is more likely to happen the more life you live. Changes in needs and desires, illness, incapacity, etc. aren't things anyone plans on, but they do happen. Once it does, how do you move forward with someone you love? You find a way, and open relationships are one strategy. I prefer to give people the space to decide what works for them and not judge them once they do.

When I use to hit the bars, it was the same ones and the group I was with had a rep of tipping really good. As a result they worked to make sure if it was mixed drinks or shots they were strong or very full. I remember on one of my birthdays the bartenders found out it was my BD, when someone ordered a shot it was a triple, to say the least I was wasted in a short time. I use to reff soccer games and was flush with cash on the weekends and I usually only got one beer each night and left a huge tip, even if I bought others drinks, including the bartender, the tips were sometimes 200% +. Not sure about now or where, but the bartenders lived on the tips more than the pay from the owners. There isn't any real reason that a bartender should do what you say, in that case not leaving a tip would be ok, in my opinion. A bartender or anyone that pulls that stuff needs to find another way of life

I always adopt a “when in Rome” attitude while I’m in the States. I probably err on the side of caution and tip a bit too generously, to be honest. 😂

The human condition seems that singles want a relationship then those attached want to play the field. I would say it's so difficult to find a partner that you should respect the relationship. I hate cheating. But I am happy if open-ness is discussed and agreed. Or even 3ways, cruising, saunas etc 😎

Ahhhhhh, so you are a POZ TOP! Fuck yea, brother!

I have an open relationship but I’m the pig in the relationship. He doesn’t mind it and loves to fuck my wet hole but also he’s super jealous so it’s difficult. an intermediate solution is for me to take sex trips a few times a year and then it can be a bit “don’t ask don’t tell”. we also go together to darkrooms and sex clubs and I try to encourage him to fuck others but he mostly just gets sucked and likes to fuck my hole full of cum.

An Accusation The day after Jeffrey fucked Matt is much like any other day. Matt gets up, goes for a run, and goes to work. Matt is really conflicted all day. Matt knows it was risky to let Jeffrey fuck him bareback and cum in his ass. Matt also knows how turned on he was when he let the other bottom cum inside him. Matt has been horny all day thinking about Jeffrey fucking him and breeding him. Matt looks over at his computer desk and remembers thinking that he should have made Jeffrey wear a condom. He knew Jeffrey hadn’t been tested in almost a year, but Matt gave it up bareback anyway. Matt feels his ass and strokes his cock as he remembers how it felt taking Jeffrey’s bare cock as it slipped in his ass. Matt knows he should be more careful, but it turns him on to get fucked bareback. Matt wonders if he should go get tested soon. He knows letting another bareback bottom cum inside him could mean he was exposed to HIV or other STIs. Matt keeps stroking his hard cock and slips a finger in his ass. He is jerking off wondering if he will let the next guy fuck him bareback too. Matt is thinking about who the next guy might be – Paul, a college boy, a friend, a guy from the bar, a guy in the park, a guy he meets online. It could be anyone. FUCK! Matt cums. He pulls his fingers from his ass, releases his cock, and hops in the shower to clean off. In the shower, Matt is feeling anxious – why was he so turned on by Jeffrey fucking him bareback? Why was he so ready to let other men fucking him without condoms? – he knows how risky it is. Then he thinks about how much better it feels when the cock is in him skin on skin; how much smoother the fuck is. He is getting hard again thinking about it. The buzzer rings! Matt curses. He is in the shower, wet with a hardon. He thinks, maybe its one of the college boys he’s been letting fuck his ass. Excited, Matt hops out of the shower, wraps a towel around his waist and pads carefully to the buzzer. The buzzer goes off again before Matt can reach it. He is jarred by the noise and answers before drying off completely. He is surprised. It is the police asking for him by name and asking to be let in. Matt is surprised and his mind floods with possibilities – is his family ok, did he do anything wrong, and his heart beats faster as his stomach drops. There is a serious knock on his door. Matt, still in only a towel, dripping wet, answers the door. There are two policemen – a younger man and a slightly older man both in police uniforms. Matt says hello but before he can say anything else the younger policeman interrupts him. He asks for Matt by name and Matt says it is him. The younger officer says they received complaints of illegal activities on the premises. Matt is stunned. Before he can ask which activities, the younger officer continues. Matt listens as the policeman says they received many complaints about Matt receiving guests at all hours of the night, doors slamming, buzzers, drunk and high people in the hallways and calling his name from outside, and other noise complaints from Matt’s apartment. All these complains lead the police to believe that Matt is dealing drugs. The policeman says that dealing drugs is illegal and there are serious consequences for this illegal activity. Matt is stunned into silence. The officers can see Matt’s surprise. Matt stammers, almost chokes out, a response that it is not true. Matt insists as best he can that it isn’t true – he doesn’t deal drugs. He doesn’t do anything of the kind. The younger officer looks angrier as Matt keeps talking. The older officer says, if Matt consents to have his apartment searched right now, that this can all be put to rest. Matt knows this sounds wrong – letting the police in his apartment - and that he shouldn’t do it; but he feels stunned. Matt’s mind also races – could there be anything in the apartment that can get him in trouble. Matt is a clean freak so he knows he hasn’t found anything since one of the college boys left a baggie of weed a few weeks ago that Matt gave to Paul. Matt remembers to ask for something, but he is so nervous he can’t remember what it is. Matt says, don’t you need a piece of paper or something to search the place? The senior officer smiles and says, we would need a warrant to search your apartment but only if you refuse a voluntary search. We can quickly set this business of illegal drugs aside if you agree to a let us do a search. Matt anxiously agrees. The older policeman uses his radio to call in saying Matt has agreed to a voluntary search. He looks at Matt and says, “Thank you for agreeing to this search. Let’s put this matter to rest.” Matt nods his head and steps aside. The senior officer goes over to Matt’s desk and searches his desk drawers, feels under the drawers, looks around the desk and in a few bags. The younger officer goes to Matt’s closet and searches every pocket, shoe, bag and box; searches the bed, under it, and in each item under the bed. The senior officer is now sitting in Matt’s desk chair watching his partner search. The senior officer is watching Matt too. Matt is still damp and in his towel. The senior officer feels certain that there are no drugs in this place. He knew pretty much as soon as he saw the anxious, clean cut twink shaking as he answered the door that there were no drugs here. The younger officer is thorough. If there are drugs here, he will find them. He is in the kitchen now, searching every box of food. The senior officer thinks this will take another 10 minutes or so because it is not easy to conceal much in cheap studios like this one. The senior officer has been stationed at this precinct twice in his career – once at the beginning of his career and after 5 years in a rougher part of the city he is glad to be back. He remembers when these buildings were a dump, but the gays moved in and turned the neighborhood around. “The gays,” how funny the senior officer thinks the term is since it applies to him. The senior officer is a good looking man in edging 40. His hairline is receding, he has a pleasant and athletic face, and a body of a man who continues to work out. The officer tried dating men his own age, but it is isn’t easy with so many men in his age group dying in the last decade or so. HIV has ravaged the community. Luckily for this officer, there is a new batch of gay boys in the neighborhood willing to give it up for a 9 inch cock. He loves how they squirm. The older officer is thinking of this as he reopens one of Matt’s desk drawers – he sees the lube on top, a couple toys, and underneath the lube and toys are variety of condoms. Out of instinct, he re-checks the trash can which has some papers and other items in it but no condom wrappers. The officer smiles. Almost every bottom the officer has fucked in the last 10 years has asked him to wear a condom. Recently though, a few of the young ones are less careful. He’s been able to dump his load in a few horny college boys in the last two years. The officer’s dick starts to plump as he remembers how good it feels to have a young ass wrapped on his cock without a barrier between them. The officer looks at Matt carefully again and thinks he has figured out Matt’s late night popularity. Matt looks scared and the officer thinks that while Matt isn’t stupid; he’s not exactly street smart either. He is sexy though – tight runners body, fresh haircut, clean shaved face, and the towel he is wearing doesn’t hide his tight, high ass. The officer is woken from his gaze by his partner saying that he is done searching the apartment. The officers stand together and thank Matt for his cooperation. The senior officer says, “Matt, thank you for letting us search the apartment. We did not find any drugs. However, can you explain all the late night activity to me?” Matt is anxious again, but he asks when the complaints happened. The younger officer pulls a notepad, flips a few flimsy pages and says, “The complaints began January and picked up in March and April.” At this point senior officer puts a hand up and says, “I have been doing this work for decades. This is a lively neighborhood. There are a dozen bars just a couple blocks away. This many and the variety of the complaints are not just a fun loving, young man enjoying life. What is going on in this apartment?” Matt bites his lip and rubs his sweaty hands on his legs. He decides a little bit of truth can’t hurt. “I’ve been exploring my freedom a bit too much I guess. I come from a conservative hometown and this community….well….uh…it’s given me a freedom. And….um…..I’ve met a lot of good guys.” Matt pauses. He looks at the officers, sees the older man looking back at him and there is a flicker of understanding on his face. Seeing that understanding on his face Matt continues, “And I have had guys back to my apartment to have sex. I hadn’t realized how noisy we were downstairs or in the hallways. I apologize for the noise in the public areas. I guess I also hadn’t realized how often it was happening. It doesn’t feel that often when you are doing it.” The officers look at each other, step back, and the senior officer says something to the junior officer. The younger officer nods and turns to Matt saying, “Thank you for letting us do the search.” The younger officer turns and leaves the apartment. The remaining officer asks Matt to sit down. The policeman sits back down at Matt’s desk. Matt sits on the bed facing Mr. Donald. Matt is nervous and wonders why the policeman is still in his apartment. He starts explaining more about the noise. The officer is almost going to let the nervous twink keep babbling, but he has heard enough. The sexy boy is just having a slut phase. However, the officer can’t help himself. He wants to let the sexy twink squirm a bit and wants to test his hunch about Matt. He opens the desk drawer with the condoms, toys, and lube and says, “Matt for a guy having sex with a lot of guys, your story isn’t adding up. The most recent noise complaints were from last night. I see lube, unopened condoms, and toys here; but I don’t see any used condoms in the garbage. Even if you flushed the condoms, there would be opened condom wrappers in the garbage can. If your story was true, wouldn’t there be at least a few open condom wrappers around?” Matt blushes deep red. He is so embarrassed. He looks down at his hands and says, “Not if we didn’t use condoms. That’s why there aren’t any open condom wrappers in the garbage.” Matt doesn’t see the officer’s smile. The officer now tests the hunch that Matt is a bottom boy. While feigning concern, he asks, “Matt are you telling me that you let men fuck you bareback?” Matt says, “Yes.” The officer’s cock plumps almost all the way hearing the shy affirmative response. The officer moves from the desk chair and sits next to Matt on the bed. He says, “Matt, I’m going to say a few things to you. I’ve been around a long time. As a top, I totally understand. It feels so much better when a bottom lets me slip in him bareback. I just haven’t done it very often because so many people have gotten sick.” Matt feels the officer’s arm on his bare shoulder and hears the non-judgmental honest words. Still embarrassed Matt offers, “I was always so careful, but then one night I went home with a guy, and it just slipped in bareback. We should have stopped and used a condom, but I was drunk, and it felt so amazing that I told the guy to keep fucking me. I tried for a while to use condoms, but it just feels so much better bareback that it’s hard to resist.” Matt is getting really turned on telling the story. The officer rubs Matt’s shoulder as he listens to him. He says, “You know it isn’t safe for you right? As the bottom it is riskier for you to get fucked bareback than it is for the top fucking you bareback. Are you doing this with one man or with a few?” Matt sheepishly looks at the policeman, who is looking at him with genuine concern and Matt responds, “I have done it with a few guys. But I try to only take it bareback from guys who show me their test results.” The officer rubs Matt’s bare shoulders and says, “You’re right Matt. It is hard to resist. I like it when a bottom lets his inhibitions go and gives in to a bareback fuck. I get so turned on when that happens. Too bad more bottoms aren’t like you.” Matt looks at the policeman and sees the understanding, but also sees something else – a hunger. He knows that look. This officer wants him. Matt spreads his legs a bit and says, “Is it slutty of me to let guys fuck me bareback?” The officer sees the twink is now in heat, he slides his hand up Matt’s thigh and leans in to kiss him. Matt kisses the man back and feels his body under the uniform shirt. Matt feels himself laying back on the bed and the other man on top of him as they make out. The officer rubs his 9” cock on Matt’s bulge. He looks down at the twink and Matt unwraps the towel. The policeman gets up, starts taking off his shirt and says, “We gotta be quick.” Matt strokes his hard cock as he lays naked on his bed. He grabs the lube from the drawer, leaving the condoms still unopened and unused. Matt hands officer the lube and sits back on the bed. The officer applies the lube to his 9” cock. Matt sees how big it is and can’t wait to have that cock inside him. The officer pushes Matt back on the bed and lifts his legs. Matt watches as the big cock lines up to his ass. His new top expertly dribbles more lube on Matt’s hole. Matt wonders when the policeman was last tested. He has been so good about asking guys – until last night. But as the cock slides inside Matt’s ass; he forgets all about his question. Matt moans and adjusts as the cock invades his unprotected ass. The policeman comes in for a kiss and asks, “Do you let guys cum in your ass?” Matt’s ass is spreading for this man’s cock. Matt knows almost nothing about this man. Matt admits, “Yes, I love when men cum in me.” The policeman kisses Matt aggressively and starts sliding his cock back out. “Oh fuck that feels good,” Matt says as the cock slides back in his ass. Matt is loving how this cock is opening him up. He is moaning as the policeman rests his cock in Matt’s ass. Matt feels the cock pull out and slide back in. It feels so good bareback. The officer can’t resist playing with the twink’s mind and he says, “You don’t know me. You should really be asking me to wear one of the condoms in your drawer.” Matt keeps moaning and says, “I don’t want to use a condom.” The officer says, “Good bottom boy” and starts picking up the pace of his fuck. He says, “You ass feels so good. I am going to breed you soon.” Matt says, “Fuck yeah.” The policeman picks up the pace of the fuck some more, knowing he needs to hurry. This twink could be his son and he’s giving up his ass bareback; practically begging for it bareback. The officer smiles again at Matt and says, “Beg for my load.” Matt looks up at the man he just met less than an hour ago and says, “Breed me. Cum in my ass. I want your load. Please cum in me.” The policeman grabs Matt’s body, holds on tight and his cock explodes inside Matt’s unprotected ass. After a minute to catch his breath, the officer pulls his cock out of Matt’s ass. He slaps Matt’s ass and goes to the bathroom to clean up. When he comes out, Matt is still naked stroking his cock lightly. The officer gets dressed and says, “You can get fucked all you want. Take as much cum as you want. Just be discreet and not so noisy.” Matt says, “You have a great cock. I hope we can fuck again.” The policeman smiles at Matt and says, “You are a sexy slut. I bet if I got hard again right now, you’d ride my cock and milk another load out of me.” Matt gets off the bed and says, “Yup.” He rubs the man’s cock through his pants. The officer gently removes Matt’s hand and says, “Naughty twink.” He kisses Matt and says, “I have to go.” The police officer leaves Matt’s apartment. Matt realizes that he never asked the police officer whether he was positive or negative. Matt has always asked men that question before. Matt is stroking his hard cock thinking about the unknown load in his unprotected ass. As he does, his phone rings and it is one of his friends calling about the police car outside his apartment. Matt tells him about the search and drug dealing accusation. As Matt absentmindedly rubs his fingers on his freshly fucked ass, he tells his friend it was just a big misunderstanding and he worked it out with the police.

sorry for the delay, been super busy with midterms hope y’all enjoy — A few hours later we had just had dinner and I had an intense craving for more cum. I tried to beat my dick so I could eat my own load, but my cock was totally soft and wouldn’t get hard. I then remembered the flesh light in the shower. The bathroom was empty and I went into the shower praying that my father had left a load in it. Getting on my knees I grab the flesh light and held it to my mouth. As I lifted it up the bitter taste of seman hit my tongue. I licked it up viciously trying to get every last drop. Once the flesh light was empty i grabbed the half finished bottle of water I had from dinner, as I drank it I reminded myself to ask dad if he could get new water since all the bottles in the closet had tasted strange. I half thought they were moldy because I always felt weird after drinking them. After finishing the water I was going to change into some pjs but as I opened the drawer the pink thong caught my eyes. I looked at it for a second before getting the sudden urge to put it on. As I slid the thin thong on I felt the string press between my cheeks. The front pouch just covered my flacid cock and balls. I walked to the mirror and began admiring how good my ass looked in the thong. Just then the door opens and my after walks in wearing only a pair of jeans. I can see not only the numerous tattoos covering his hairy body but also his massive nipples rings sticking out of his puffed up nipples. The only thing he had on his upper body was a thick industrial chain around his neck with a large lock on it. “Hey son I’m gonna be heading out to meet some friends. I'll be back in a few hours” he said as I stood mortified. “Oh looks like you found your step dads welcome gift you how’d you like it” he said as he walked up to me pressing his bare chest into me and grabbing my one of my ass Cheeks with his huge rough hand. “Um it’s alright I guess” I mumbled out in horror. “I’d say it’s more than alright on you son” he said with a smirk as he pushed on my buttplug. “I’ll see you in a few hours, don’t have too many guys over while I’m gone” he said with a chuckle. I just stood there for a while mind racing. My dad thought I was some kind of sissy that wears thongs and butt plugs. Hell I am a sissy wearing a thong and a buttplug, but strangely that didn’t bother me, in fact it turned me on. My dad had thought that I was dressing up to get fucked, my ass definitely looked good enough to be. I began mindless playing with the plug again. I couldn’t really be thinking of getting fucked, a few days ago I thought I was completely straight. But when I looked down and saw the stream of precum flowing through my flacid cock and thong I knew I needed to get fucked. I had heard that Grindr was the gay tinder and so I decided to at least check and see who was on there. I took some pictures of myself in the mirror and made my profile. As soon as my profile was set up messages came rolling in from tons of pictureless accounts. I ignored them and tried to find someone I thought was attractive. I soon settled on a large hairy man who claimed to be 6’5. I messaged him and while waiting for a response browsed through the messages I’d already received. Most were bland and basic, one word texts or people begging to suck my cock. One of the messages was different though, it said “I can tell you’re craving cock you stupid whore” Though in all honesty what drew me in more was the picture of a massive 6 in cock with it. “ I think I might be” I responded “Then come get some” and with that he sent his address. Without thinking I threw on a pair of shorts and a shirt and walked out the house. He was only 5 blocks away so it was a short walk over. As I rung the doorbell I realized I had no clue what this guy looked like. But I put the worry out of my mind as I was buzzed in with a deep voice saying “Third floor 2nd door faggot”

Peto Coast or Cato or whatever name he is using is an insipid thug. That's my recollection of the situation. No regard for security at an individual's home. No concern that his BLUE HAIR and leather jacket in 90F heat might be an indicator that he was there for more than a friendly visit well after midnight. I didn't hire him, I found him mean spirited with his eye on the clock. He's think nothing of picking up things in your home and looking at them, picking up your cell phone, adjusting your computer, etc. etc. My friend was swooning, and at $X dollars an hour, you can have him. RUDE WOULD BE AN UNDERSTATEMENT. I have heard other "nick names" for him (try texting with him on the phone, that's a treat!) like "Crazy Dutch Guy", but I have been around several people in that "profession" or "occupation" and as far as "customer service" in concerned, he's at the bottom of the list (no pun intended, yes he is a big top). I really don't care, I can find guys like that for free whose cocks are just as big. Was I impressed just being in the same condo with him - no. He didn't have to touch me to know that my skin would crawl.

Absolutely had my first load shot inside me at 14 & have been taking loads ever since.

The director was very effusive about my engagement and hot sexiness in the next days blocking of sex scenes with the bear. I had no trouble kissing him passionately. Furthermore, I had to remind myself not to retrieve the bears substantial cock from his skin toned jock and take it in my mouth. He had sprung a boner which was so huge it almost spilled from the skimpy material. I couldn’t help but wonder how different it would taste from last nights escort. In a flash we were at opening night. The director called the cast into a huddle for our pre-show pep talk. He explained that he had a tradition of ‘changing up’ one part of the show for opening night. We had already changed venue a week before the show start. I couldn’t imagine what else he might have in mind. “I want my two leads to get rid of their jockstraps. The play starts with the two of you being attracted to each other and going right into bareback sex with the bear breeding his bottom. The show will be far more powerful if the audience doesn’t have to use their imaginations to get rid of the clothing. They need to see your cocks.” “But what if we get hard?” I protested. “You better fuckin get hard” the director answered back. “We want this to look believable.” The bear looked at me, slipped out of his jock and smiled. “The show must go on. Besides, I’ve been dying to see your cock other than in the pics from your last show.”, he said. Shortly the curtain opened and we made our way onto the stage from opposite sides dressed only in the birthday suites we were born in. There were already a half dozen other men on stage fondling, sucking and fucking each other. I was too distracted by my co-leads huge hard on standing at attention and pointing right at me to notice if the other’s were simulating or really having sex. As we had blocked the scene in rehearsals the bear and my eyes met. We moved toward each other as if there were powerfully attracted magnets in our bodies. When we met up centre stage the bear turned is hairy bum to the audience and I dropped to my knees in front of him. I’m tempted to say I forgot where I was, but truth is, rather than simulating a blow job I took his powerful erection deep into my throat. He decided, game on, grabbed my hair and lit into a relentless face fuck. By now the audience had caught on and they were cheering. The bear shifted his feet to half turn so the audience got a side on view of my oral ministrations. They roared encouragement and nearly ‘raise the roof’ off the theatre. My next move was to stand and passionately kiss the bear co-lead. Whistles and cheers, the audience was wild with animalistic passion. The bear moved into my ear and his words reverberated down my spine to the tip of my toes and made my exposed hard cock twitch. “You started this, we’re going to have to finish this with the same commitment to realness and excellence.” Words only I could hear. Suddenly, he pushed me down with my back resting on an ottoman , my legs in the air and my hairy ass exposed. This is where he deviated from the preshow blocking. He moved me and the ottoman side ways to give the audience a better view of our impending intercourse. His face soon met my hole and he was giving me a better rim job than the escort the night before. The audience was whistling and cheering and my exhibitionist was in full control, accept for one irksome detail , my brain was screaming ‘condom’. I irrationally asked him with a stage whisper loud enough for only him to hear over the crowd; “Do you have a condom?” “I’m starkers here man, of course I don’t have a condom.” “Then turn me back so we can fake it to get through this scene.” He snarled. “No fuckin, way man.” Spit on his hand and lubed my hole. Spit again and lubed his massive cock. With his raw nob at my vulnerable hole, again in stage whisper, he asked. “So are you going to stop this show, or must the show go on?” His eyes melted from angry to an irresistible warmth. “The show must go on, fuckin breed my ass.” Slowly but steadily his massive cock started to disappear into my ass. I was afraid the audience was ready to riot they were making so much noise, standing, jumping and cheering. When I was afraid I couldn’t handle more of his length and girth I told him he had to stop. He did for a moment as one of the other men handed me an open bottle of poppers. I filled both nostrils twice with long deep inhales. My head spun, my ass relaxed, and sucked the rest of him in balls deep. Nothing could stop my exhibitionist now. I shouted out my lines ad lib. I didn’t care what the script said, what he thought. “Damn right, you know what I need, fuck me raw” “Only way I play” he ad libed back. “Yah, daddy bear, fill my ass with your big bare cock.” “Oh yeah, you like my risky daddy bear pistol up your ass don’t you slut.” “Love your cock daddy, need your cum.” “You want daddy to breed you?” “Fuck yah, breed my ass daddy. Seed me up!” “Are you positive” “Yes, I’m positive, breed me now” “So you are positive, that’s HIV positive?” “... What? fuck no, I’m not poz … wait ….what … are you?” “A bit late now with my toxic dick and precum already deep inside you.” Suddenly it seemed I wasn’t in a play anymore, but in real life and overcome with fear. The audience was silent now, you could have heard a pin drop. “Fuck, no, then you better pull out …. Pull out now!” He didn’t. He leaned in and gave me the most passionate deep tongue kiss. I melted and forgot what we had just been talking about, forgot that we were in front of an audience. I moaned deeply and my hands instinctively grabbed his hairy ass and pulled his cock in even deeper. His voice reverberating through me again like a spartan sword claiming, demanding me to give over my life, my all. “I’m very close. Where am I going to cum?” “In me. Breed me. I need all your beautiful cum.” The words rushed from my lips, and this was no stage whisper. The bear bellowed and roared as his entire body tensed and I held him deep inside my ass. To be continued ….

I stopped buying any TIM videos. It's all turned to trash. I don't enjoy watching a bunch of limp-dicked meth addicts try to fuck each other. So sad, used to be some of the hottest porn out there, and now amateur porn is more exciting than their stuff.

Yeah, I get that. I feel the 'classics' are better, not overproduced

Raymond and Nelson chatted about this and that as they made their way. And just as Nelson had said, his place was just but a few blocks away. The complex was spacious and well-kept though appeared to have been in existence for at least two decades. Not knowing where he was going, Raymond stayed one step behind Nelson as they made their way across a parking lot and into a courtyard that sat at the center of 4 buildings that looked to hold 4 apartments each. Nelson cut diagonally through the courtyard, up a set of stone steps to a corner apartment, #14. The smell hit Raymond immediately, and he relaxed and felt more at ease. The smell was of an apartment that experienced regular smoke sessions. Where some places Raymond had been were often musty and stale, Nelson’s place smelled warm and welcoming. “Have a seat. You thirsty? I got beer, sweet tea, milk...” “I’ll have a beer, if that’s cool.” “It’s cool,” Nelson replied, once again flashing that smile to Raymond. As Raymond sat on the couch, he watched Nelson bend slightly into his fridge to grab his beer. His red shirt rode up the small of his back just a bit to reveal a smooth, somewhat tanned, lower back. Raymond had never been a fan of labels, especially when it came to sexual attraction. He understood their importance in certain situations but tried to avoid them if he could. But as he watched Nelson stand up and walk toward him, he felt that familiar warmth of horniness grow somewhere within. Raymond was by no means a virgin. Despite his sometimes-social awkwardness and dislike for crowds, he always found time to work out in one way or another. Over the past year he developed a fondness for boxing and made it a point to workout at his local boxing gym as often as he could, and he felt comfortable enough to run with his shirt off, showing the world his smooth, Spanish skin. Standing just over 6” with black hair and brown eyes, Raymond felt that if he were more social, he would be someone others might desire. But his awkwardness and inner thoughts always won out. While not a fan of hanging out with people in social situations, he found that hooking up here and there was enough to satisfy his sex drive. Since attending college he hooked up about once or twice a semester. He found that anything more than that required too much effort to be personable. He also had to find a balance between having randos over and keeping his personal space his. It was a fine line to walk, but he would gladly sacrifice sex if that meant strangers wouldn’t be in his apartment that often. Given his personality, Raymond found that hooking up with guys was much easier to navigate as it required very little effort in general. He didn’t consider himself gay, but sex with men, he realized, was more fun, more detached. “Here you go, weirdo.” “Thanks,” he said taking the can and opening it. “My name is Raymond, by the way.” “I know, wierdo,” he said and winked at Raymond. “What is happening,” Raymond thought. “This stuff only happens in porn, right?” he continued in his head. Nelson returned with his own beer in his left hand and a bong in the right. With his right leg, he moved his coffee table out of the way and stood directly in front of Raymond and handed the bong down to him. “Guests get the greens,” he said and produced a lighter from his front left pocket. Raymond grabbed the lighter and waited for Nelson to move, but he didn’t. He remained standing close over him, smiling while taking a swig of beer. “Cheers!” Raymond said as he lit the bong and took a heavy rip. Nelson was surprised that Raymond didn’t cough. Instead, he looked Nelson directly in the eyes and let the smoke envelop him. It was Raymond’s turn to wink. “This fucker,” Nelson thought. Raymond handed the bong up to Nelson and then the lighter. “No, you light it for me since you’re already down there.” Raymond flicked the lighter and watched the chamber fill with smoke. He looked up at Nelson, who gave a small nod and Raymond pulled the lighter away and watched his host expel the white plume. “This is some good shit,” Nelson said as he released the last of his hit. “For sure. Thanks again for the invite. And sorry for being awkward back at the café. I get caught up doing my own thing, I forget how to be normal sometimes.” “Normal sucks. Weird is where it’s at.” Raymond raised an eyebrow, and Nelson raised his beer. “Cheers, weirdo.” “Cheers!” Within minutes the bong was cashed and the duo sat, both contently stoned. “This is odd,” Raymond blurted out. Nelson, sitting in the recliner diagonal from Raymond, smiled his bright smile. “How so?” “I barely know you. We are here getting stoned and it feels, maybe, like there’s something between us.” “The only thing between us is space. Stand up.” Raymond hesitated. He looked over at Nelson as he sat. There was something slightly different in his eyes from when they were talking outside the café. Maybe this was how functional, sexual beings acted. He assumed Nelson was around his same age. Of course sex had to always be on his mind. It was always on Raymond’s mind, he just never acted on it as often as he would have liked. Raymond stood, not sure what to do with his hands, he put them in his pockets. His mind was racing now. He was excited and nervous, all rolled into one. But he was happy to be getting out of his comfort zone. His desire to be alone was something he valued and appreciated, but now, standing in front of this corn-fed hunk of a man, he realized how much he actually missed the spontaneity of life, something he rarely let himself experience. “Come here. Stand in front of me.” Nelson wasn’t commanding him, but Raymond was compelled to listen. He took a few steps forward and stood in front of his host. Their places switched from when he had arrived. Hands still in his pockets, Raymond looked around nervously, trying not to make eye contact. “You’re nervous.” “A bit.” “Why?” “I’m not used to this...situation.” “It’s just sex.” “Sex?” “C’mon man, you can’t be that dense. Why the fuck do you think I followed you out of the café?” “I...” “Jesus Christ. Fine. Here’s the deal, since it appears you’ve never had someone hit on you. I didn’t need the extra chair. I was trying to just talk to you. But since you’re a weirdo, you made that scenario difficult. Take off your shirt.” “Huh?” “I said. Take. Off. Your. Shirt.” Raymond hesitated for just a second, before pulling his hands out of his pockets and lifting his shirt off his defined frame. His arms fell to his side, but not knowing what to do with his hands, he began wringing his shirt in both hands. “Fuck,” was all Nelson could utter. Standing before him was the definition of sex appeal if you could ignore the awkwardness. Raymond’s naturally tanned Spanish skin highlighted his physique. Raymond wasn’t overly muscled, but perhaps a level or two passed toned. His shoulders and pecs had that perfect combination of being supple and tight. And as Nelson’s eyes traveled south, he admired flatness of the stomach that, when flexed, he knew would reveal a solid six pack. Raymond’s arms were perfectly worked out, defined with just enough bulk to make anyone swoon. Nelson looked closer without moving and noticed that there was very little body hair on Raymond. “Do you trust me?” Raymond laughed, “No. I barely know you.” Nelson laughed in return. “Fair enough. But you trust me enough to be alone with me, smoke with me and be half-way naked.” “Yeah, so?” “Then you can trust me. Go to the bathroom and get the shower running. I’ll be in to join you in a second.” Raymond lingered for a second but made his way down the hall. Nelson followed him with his eyes, taking in the sight. When Raymond entered the bathroom, Nelson reached for his phone and sent a text: “If you aren’t doing anything later, swing by my place in an hour. Make sure to knock loud.”

Starting at the begining when I first discovered dominating, barebacking, and breeding. For several years I had bad luck with sex, I knew I wasn’t a bttm early but no one could take my large dick. It turns out the size is less of an issue when you remove the rubber. So one night after the bar I was crashing on a friends couch, a mutual friend crashed on the floor. Part way through the night I was cold so I picked him up and put him on the couch with me to cuddle. I’m pretty sure i didn’t even wake him while doing so. I snuggled back and a while later I felt him rub his ass against me. I took it a step further and pulled his underwear down. I didn’t have condoms but I was so fucking horny I decided to tease his ass with my cock. I was surprised when my dick went in with a small shove, it had never been this easy to enter a guy with a condom on. He notice though. It definitely woke him up. I pumped a few times in and out and he moaned with pleasure. —Side note I’m lucky he’s bi, I had no idea what his orientation was at the time.— This is the first time I was ever able to put my whole cock inside a man and feel his ass stroke me with every thrust. I knew right away condoms were my enemy. I was still fucking him slow, savouring the new feeling and assuming that this was temporary that it could all stop if I wasn’t careful. Then he gave me an idea that hadn’t even crossed my mind. The first and only thing he said to me was a meek whisper “please don’t cum inside me without a condom on”. A switch went off an I went from being afraid he would stop me to being determined to take him. I told him “yes baby” and started pounding him deep and fast and in less than a minute I was shooting a huge load right up his ass and watched his face shoved into the pillow contort with pleasure fear and confusion. He asked why I came in him when he told him not to and I pretended that I misheard him, but I didn’t apologize. He said he’s glad I did, but not to do it again. Hahaha, i’ve bred this guy so many times since then. This night transformed me into a load giver. When I pick a guy to load he gets it deep every time, and I prefer a challenge.

When I lived in SF I was friends with a young black guy who had moved from Atlanta. He was a major slammer and had THE biggest dick I've seen in real life. He let me measure tt and it was a bit over 11", and between 2 1/2" and almost 3" thick. He liked me because he liked mature men; he also liked me because evidently most of the people he was with treated him badly and I treated him with respect.. He also liked me because from him telling me, many of his dates couldn't take It and I could:) When he slammed he would get as hard as steel. He could fuck all night and cum 2-3 times, HUGE loads. I'd been putting tina shards up my butt so I wouldn't cum, but it burned. One night he told me he was going to slam me. I told him that I trusted him to do a good job and to get me the proper dose, as I wasn't as experienced as he was. I got an amazing HUGE rush and it all went to my hole. He pounded me for hours with me screaming "FUCK ME< FUUVCK MEEE". He'd whisper in my ear "Who own dat puzzy, huh, whi' boy, who you Daddy". I'd squeeze it really tight then push back until it was full buried and say "You own my pussy. Yeah Daddy, ride that pussy , fuck me with that nigga dick".. He LOVED it! When I had to leave SF in April of 2009 as I was finishing packing he brought a friend over who was only a little bit smaller than e was. This time, they REALLY slammed me. I was totally incoherent and all I wanted was huge black dick. They took turns fucking me from 7PM that evening to 8am the next morning. They each came something like 4-5 times each. At one point during the whole thing I got up to pee and after I was done, when I turned around there was a huge lake of semen on the tile floor hat had leaked out of my abused hole. I was SO sor4 the next day but I also had an endorphin high the likes of which I've never had again