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Quick hookup with a 23 yr that hit me up on the apps, I was in between meetings so I met him at his place, waited for me naked when he opened the door for me, stunning swimmer body, great cock, 8" and nicely thick! Yummy! we started kissing as he was undressing me, he was a passionate kisser as he was undressing me, touching my body everywhere until reaching my hole which was moist from the morning loads I took and puffy from all it took yesterday. He just looked at me and grinned. I dropped to my knees, took his cock in my mouth as he started fucking my face and I held his ass firm getting him to shove it all the way till my nose was buried in his soft blond pubes. The he pulled out, lifted me back up and we went to the living room, he sat on the sofa and I continued sucking him and licking his balls, making my way to his hole till I got the signal to continue when he lifted his legs and presented a beautiful pink tight hole. i went to work and rimmed him like it was my last meal on earth and he was moaning so hard as I was tongue fucking him deep. Fuck he tasted so good! That got me super horny so I just climbed on top of him and sat on his rock hard cock, no lube, just little spit and my wet hole took him all the way to the root in one move. We were both groaning and that move switched on his primal side and he started fucking me hard! Pumping my hole in and out as I was matching his pace riding him. it was such a good fuck and he was hitting all the right spots till he got me to cum handsfree, causing my hole to tighten and milk him till he shot a HUGE load in me! we were both panting and kissing as I felt his cock go down and flopped out of my sloppy hole so I started licking my cum from his body and cleaning his cock from the cum residue he left in me and the loads I had in me mixed with my ass juices. I was still horny so I went back to his hole and rimmed him some more cause he was tasting so good and fresh and was opening up so nicely for my tongue so I went for it and added a finger, then two and he was still moaning. I decided to take my chance and got up to kiss him and lined my cock on his hole and started poking, he was moaning into my mouth and held my back so I took it as a sign and started pushing in, slowly till my big cockhead was in him. He gasped a bit and I gave him some time to adjust till he started signaling me push further in, I rocked my cock gently in and out till I had my 8" in him all the way, he was moaning and shaking with the pleasure and I started to pick up my pace. Soon after I was fully fucking him hard, and he was begging me to breed him as he held my ass and played with my hole till I was getting close and pumped my load in him and collapsed on top of him as we were making out. we were both covered in sweat and having that amazing post orgasmic feeling for a while till we had to get up and have a quick shower together. That was fun and now I can continue my meetings for the day and perhaps hunt for more loads. Oink!

I 😍 to rim and I'm very good at it! As a general rule, I won't fuck anything I haven't eaten first, so if I won't eat it, I definitely won't fuck it... If the hole already has loads in it when I rim, all that much better! And if the bottom likes, I'm happy to snowball/share the loads I felch out.

Moderator's Note: This post contains a brief dream sequence where chem sex occurs. It is not presented in an erotic or positive light. If this is troubling for you, you might want to skip over it. Ezekiel hovered in the air just a presence for once not behind Zeke’s eyes. He was too pissed off at Zeke to inhabit his mind just now, He was pissed off at Tommy too. He had watched as a fight that had happened because their cleaning lady was on vacation and neither one of these spoiled brats was willing to do the dishes, Every relationship, no matter how much love there was there, had little frictions that were usually suppressed in the name of getting along. Tommy and Zeke were both to mature to let the little things bother them most of the time but this time they both had other unrelated things bugging them and it had blown up into something totally out of control/ With Tommy it was the confusing logistics of setting up his video channel and defining exactly what he wanted to do with it With Zeke it was an investment opportunity that looked great on paper but left a bad taste in his mouth for some reason. Something about it disturbed Zeke They had wrangled all evening and Tommy had resentfully said “I wonder what it would be like if I never met you. Maybe I would be with a man who could swallow his pride and do the dishes just once in his macho life” as he scrubbed a pot “Maybe” Zeke had grunted as he went over that investment proposal again sourly Neither of them could actually imagine life without the other but that didn’t stop the spiteful words They had gone to bed angry and Tommy had made a line of pillows between them “You stay over there” he said petulantly “Fine!” Zeke said and they lay for almost an hour backs to the pillows staring into the darkness before they finally fell asleep. The thought of one of them sleeping on the couch never even occurring to them. They had never slept apart a single night. except when Zeke had been in the hospital after the Cal incident, since that first night Once they were both asleep their bodies took over and the pillows were flung across the room by sleeping hands and they rolled together. Zeke’s arms closed around Tommy and Tommy clung to Zeke his head nuzzled into Zeke’s chest “It’s like a key in a lock” Ezekiel thought. These two had no idea how important it was they be together. The entire world would have suffered if they had never met and them being together till the end would prevent so many catastrophes, just by the moderating effects they had on each other, that this fight had Ezekiel's undivided attention. He was fairly certain they would wake up in each other's arms as they had almost every morning for over three years and the fight would be forgotten but why take chances? He sent them both a dream of what they would be without the other after all it had been he who had caused them to meet in the first place. ********************************************************************** Tommy walked wide eyed through the bathhouse. He was 18 and this was his first time in the city let alone a gay bathhouse. His head was turned the wrong way and thus he did not see the flash as a man lit a candle in his room so it didn’t make him slow down just a fraction and that changed his life He rounded a corner and ran right into a smooth muscled chest in a harness attached to the most handsome man Tommy had ever seen “Well hello there cutie” The man said “I’m Ryan and what would your name be?” he said putting an arm to the wall and blocking his path. Tommy didn’t notice the odd scars on the man’s muscled arms “I’m Tommy, nice to meet you Ryan” he said a bit shyly “That’s a cute name, why don’t you come back to my room with me and we can have some fun?” Ryan said as he groped a huge bulge in his leather pants “I may just decide you need to be mine Tommy boy” Tommy nodded wordlessly and he followed Ryan passively right past the door to the back room Zeke sat on his throne barley registering the boy with light brown hair as he walked past the door. Soon another boy. This one blond came in to be snared in Zeke’s gaze. The boy approached timidly “Hi, my name is…” he started “I don’t need to know your name. Get on your knees and suck me. Get my cock ready to go up your ass and infest you with my HIV” The boy looked startled but Zeke barked “Do it! Now!” and the boy sank to hi knees taking the cock that was going to poz him in his mouth submissively “He’s a fairly good cock sucker” Zeke thought as he let the boy suck him to full hardness then he pushed him against the wall ramming his toxic cock up the ass covered in fuzzt blond hair and made short work of infecting him. This one didn’t matter. None of them did. Zeke would never know what he had missed because a momentary distraction didn’t happen. He would spend more and more of his nights here and his stain of HIV would spread far and wide as man after man fell to him accepting his poison seed. It never even crossed Zeke’s mind just how barren and empty his life was lost in this darkness. This was just where he belonged In Ryan’s room Tommy allowed him wrists to be strapped to a X shaped bondage device and thus could not resist when Rian forced a gag into his mouth. He watched as Rian prepared two needles and wrapped a belt around his arm synching it tight and slipping the needle into one of Tommy’s veins He released the belt and shot himself up as Tommy’s mind reeled as the drug hit it. Rian lifted his legs, his wrists still secured and slammed his nine inch cock up his ass. It hurt for a second and then the high washed the pain away as Ryan told him “Yeah little Tommy is going to be one of my Boys. That sweet face and gorgeous ass will bring them in like bees to honey. You are going to be my good little whore aren’t you Tommy Boy?” Tommy was to far gone to respond lost in the high and the feeling of Ryan inside if him. He would wake up the next morning in Ryan’s bed and over the next few days of drug fueled sex he would become hopelessly addicted agreeing to degradation after degradation to get his fix finally descending to the level of a street whore after Ryan got tired of him and replaced him with a fresher face He lived that way for over a year till Mark found him in a drug house. Threw him over his shoulder and drug his ass home Tommy woke up in his childhood bedroom and for a second thought it had all been a dream then the withdrawal pains hit. Mark walked in along with his cousin Jeff and man they introduced as Mike “But you are dead!” Tommy said sure this had to be a drug induced dream “We will get to that later little brother” Mark said ‘There is an ambulance coming” Jeff said “We are putting you in the best rehab in the country and you will stay there until you kick this habit of yours” and that’s exactly what they did The next month was a blur in Tommy’s mind, Mercifully so. The next six months were painful but bearable. Tommy would feel the cravings for the rest of his life but he would never touch the stuff again. The month after Tommy came home his cousin Dale was killed by a police sniper as he helf several people hostage in a shopping mall. He was the only fatality thank god While visiting him in the rehab Mark had told him his story. The real one and after Farid was arrested trying to slip into the country he could finally start his recovery Both Mark and Tommy blamed what their lives had become on gay people. They started a political movement and their stories helped set the country back socially by 75 years as conservatism took over. The even turned on Jeff and his husband Mike eventually Unable to find happiness with a woman and unwilling to find it with a man Tommy died alone and bitter some fifteen years later from various things caused by his drug addiction, never knowing what a distraction that didn’t happen had cost him It was Zeke who destroyed the world though The very investment proposal he was looking at when he refused to wash the dishes in this timeline didn't give him a moment’s pause A small one man pharmaceutical operation was saying they had discovered an anti=aging drug that really worked, the problem being that it was mildly addictive Having no moral compass other than his own pleasure and enrichment Zeke backed the company and within a few years the drug hit the market. Mildly addictive turned out to be an understatement though. Ze-Corb bought up politicians by the score and any investigations into just how addictive the drug was were quashed Zeke was not around to see it though. His addiction to pozing men made him delay going on meds far longer than he should have and there was no Tommy to cause a reunion with Mike and thus he was never infected with the Angel Strain of HIV through Tommy catching it from his cousin Jeff. By the time he was hospitalized it was to late. He died alone and no one mourned his passing The drug did help with aging and soon it was almost universally taken around the world by anyone over 18 about twelve years after t came out the “monsters” started to appear. Children born from parents on the drug went feral when they hit puberty. Because the investigations were still being stopped it took more than a decade to connect the drug to the “monsters" within fifty years the world reverted to the stone age and as the last few true humans were hunted down. Human domination of the planet came to an end. The “monsters” were unable to produce offspring and the last of them died off quickly *********************************************************************** Tommy and Zeke woke up together in each other’s arms. It was about 4 am and both were shaken, Tommy was even crying softly “What’s wrong Baby Boy?” Zeke said, always the protector even though he was just as disturbed "It was just a bad dream about what my life might have been without you. It was terrible. I was so lonely, so cold without you” Tommy said clinging to Zeke tighter “I never want to be without you. Never!” Zeke was startled “I dreamed the same thing” He said “My entire life was pozzing guys and making money. There was no love, no joy, I died alone and no one noticed. I was nothing without you. Noting anyone cared about anyway” “I love you so much Zeke” Tommy said “I love you too, My Tommy. More than you can know” Zeke replied “Enough to do the dishes for the rest of the week?” Tommy asked slyly Zeke laughed and kissed Tommy’s forehead “You will never have to was another dish while I am around. I swear!” Zeke promised and they drifted back to sleep The next morning they had only vague recollections of their dreams. More feelings than actual memory \ Zeke sat still brooding over the investment proposal “What is in that folder Zeke? You have been frowning at it for over a day now” Tommy said “An investment proposal that bugs me for some reason” Zeke replied “Do we need to do it for some reason?” he asked “No, it’s just an opportunity, we don't need it” Zeke said “Give me that then!” Tommy said yanking the folder out of Zeke’s hands He walked over to the office area and fed the proposal, folder and all, through the shredder and saved the world ************************************************************************************** Amazing how one moment can change lives huh? Let me know what you think! Scanbu

He teased the outside of my hole and slowly worked a little in past the sphincter. "Oh damn you are so tight. No one been up there?", he asked "No. One. Only a fingered to small toys", i mumured as i sucked his cock His cock was leaking so much precum and it tasted good. I wanted more. He kept fingering my hole, teasing it. It felt good but i wanted to taste his cum. I kept sucking him and massaging his balls. I reached under his balls and got to his hole and stuck a finger in. "Ohhh", he moaned and jumped up a bit. I think i took him by surprise but he seemed to like it. I didnt get too far in maybe just past my knuckle. He also kept fingering my ass just getting in slightly due to the angle of our bodies. After another minute of sucking, massaging his balls and fingering his hole he let out a loud moan. "Ohhhhhh here it cums", Bart moaned He came in my mouth, huge spurt after spurt. I kept as much as i could in my mouth to taste it then had to swallow. He shot 7 ore more times. I kept on his cock and his balls and fingering his hole. His cock hard and it was still leaking cum. I finally swallowed the last of his load and slowly pulled off his cock and teased his head and pulled out my finger. He wiggled a little from the sensitivity but also plopped out another spurt of cum. I quickly licked it up. He looked at me and smiled and spent and kissed me out tongues swirling.

I stared at them in disbelief “You can’t be serious” I said though the idea already had me half hard. “We can be and we are” Cal said “We don’t think you realize the potential of your own idea. The reason the R Party is so successful getting people to hate people with HIV is because they ‘Other’ them” “It’s not us good wholesome people who have this disease it’s those other people, why should we help them?” he continued making air quotes “What if we can change that?” Sal asked “What if we can spread it so far in the R party that they have to support AIDS research because they have to save themselves? I know you want to go after the hidden gays in the party but when they fall the Party will just out them and “Other” them right along with the rest of us. We don't need to get the gat ones. We need to get the straight ones!" “How would we do that?” I asked rock hard now “You have never been a part of the Party or seen the PARTIES they throw. You have never seen so many people stoned out of their minds so badly you could fuck them and they would not even know the next day. Three poz boys could infect hundreds in just a few years and anyone who does remember will keep quiet because you know how folks in the R party like to blame the victim” “You working on Dad’s campaign and being your father’s son will get your foot in the door. You being young and rich will do the rest, You will get invited to every party in the state just so they can see if they can rip you off and siphon some of that money away. We already get invited for pretty much the same reason” Cal continued “They invite you to try to get your Dad’s money?” I asked confused “It’s not Dad’s money” they said in unison “It’s ours” “Our grandfather did pretty much the same thing yours did” Cal said “Dad has to be very careful about using our money it has to be well invested and it has to make good returns. He invested some in his own company and he has had to take out loans to make sure that money earns us enough to justify it otherwise there will be an investigation. He’s actually breaking the rules and the lawyer who is supposed to be protecting us slipped up and let him. Dad doesn’t know we know any of this but he’s nice to us just in case we ever find out. That's why we get away with so much. We could shut him down and maybe even put him in jail if we wanted” “How did you find out?: I asked “When we turned 18 we were contacted by a second lawyer Grandpa had retained without telling Dad to make sure that we found out everything incase Dad got to the first lawyer which he did. He helped us confront the first lawyer who fessed up but claims it was a mistake. The good thing is Dad only had access to about 10% of our money so even if he looses it all it won’t hurt that much” they explained “So basically you could destroy your Dad at any time?” I asked Sal looked pained “We would rather not openly do it ourselves so you are doing us a favor with your current plan” he said I nodded “Amy way.” Sal said “We know the party scene. We know who would be most effective to infect and we know what their distractions of choice are. Like we said we want in, The thought of giving those pompous, self righteous bastards what they deserve along with breeding some fine straight boy asses is just too good to resist” “So when do you want us to infect you?” I asked “Is tonight to soon?” Cal asked They followed us home and soon we were all naked in my king sized bed The twins had smooth bodies and… well… twin sized eight inch cocks so alike you could not tell them apart Sal took off his glasses which was the only way I knew which was which “I want to watch John fuck you each first I said and with their permission I set up the camera John was still very thin and obviously sick though he looked leaps and bounds better than four months ago. It was so hot to watch these two beautiful blond boys service him one sucking his cock and the other sucking those huge virus producing balls of his as he moaned “Worship that AIDS cock boys suck those balls that are full of virus to infect your pretty neg holes” He laid one f the twins on his back and slid on top of him while the other got on the bed on hands and knees and John’s bony fingers rammed up his ass twisting and tearing his hole as he made out with his brother rubbing their cocks together After about 10 minutes of rough fingering now with four fingers in and twisting the twins switched places this time John raised the legs to his shoulders and sank that death stick directly into the abused hole while he give his brother the same finger treatment John began to slide in and out of the twin beneath him fucking with a steady motion and I watched whichever twin it was as his face took on a look of pure bliss. “John just might be the best top in the world” I thought “Im a lucky boy” “It’s time Boy” John said “Time for my nasty charged cum to change your life. Cum for me as you accept my gift of HIV” the twin groaned and shot without touching himself, the spasming of his hole sending John over the edge, making his cock twitch and spew virus and cum deep inside the willing vessel They lay kissing as they both caught their breath and then John pulled out, still rock hard and mouthed the other twin from behind taking his raw hole in one stroke as I took his place between the first twins legs slamming my ten inches of highly infectious meat in balls deep. I heard John whispering his evil words in his new victims ear as we both slid in and out of perfectly alike asses “I just gave your brother my HIV boy and now it’s your turn. My big death shaft feels so good in your pretty neg boy hole’ I’m going to take that from you, that negative status just like I took it from your brother. You will both be mine for the rest of your lives because it will be my virus raging through your veins. You were both born for no other purpose than to be living testaments to the power of my virus and my cock and I’m giving that virus to you NOW!” he growled That may be the only time in history four orgasms happen at the exact same instant in the same bed as We both bred our twins and our twins shot maybe their last truly neg loads. John and I switched places though he and the first twin just made out as I made quick work of adding my highly toxic load to his brother then we all collapsed and fell asleep walking in a tangled mass of arms and legs about noon. We fucked for the next couple days and I got some nice tapes of the twins fucking each other. All and all It was one of the best weekends of my life The twins were regular visitors and fuck buddies from then on even after they tested poz three months later and remain out best friends to this day. Dad’s story hit the papers right on time and he lost the primary in a landslide which started a long decline for him. The last I heard he was living in a trailer park down in Florida on welfare and using every public service available. He was lucky the R Party quashed the investigations into his dealings as County Commissioner but they couldn’t stop Jose and his three fellow former house staff members from taking most of dad's money and his gated community house in the sexual harassment settlement. They chose to live there much to the discomfort of the neighbors who had had no problem with them living there as servants but had big problems with them living there as neighbors. People are so funny aren’t they? I had taken a restraining order out against dad the week after I infected him and whenever I get mail from him I burn it without reading it. The L party did not have a primary because they only had one candidate. A woman named Phyllis Cornwall who had been Mayor of the large city in our county for twelve years before voluntarily tern limiting herself and helping her hand picked successor win her spot. 65% of the people in the county lived in the city and she was popular there. She stood a fair chance of winning all on her own She had also been a frequent visitor to the house and my Grandfather I always called her Auntie Phyllis Al Kelper managed his own downfall through inattention with a little help from me. He had a closed door presentation looking for investments in his development company but one of the potential “Investors” was Mr. Guthrie's investigative reporter friend I slipped in by “accident”. Oops! All the others were hard core R Party members sitting closer to the front with avid interest There was a vibrant smaller “town” north of the city called Bakers Valley . It was actually an unincorporated area that had grown around a large 1950s development and was 90% minority. It had the lowest crime rate of any area of the county but you would never know that from the R Party rhetoric Al stood up front blinded by the light of the slide projector so he didn’t see me slip my friend in with a camera crew as they set up in the back of the room and I took my seat up front/ Al never saw me move. “This is Baker’s Valley, you all know it” Al said and there were a few grunts and even a racial slur or two. “I have a friend up in the Transportation Department who is handling the coming Interstate Bypass. They had two potential routes and another slide came up showing one route through the center of Baker’s Valley and another just to the west with an exit there which would raise the property values tremendously nearby “Now, Transportation chose the route to the West” and there were many murmurs of disappointment “BUT my friend in going to “accidentally” send the wrong plan and not discover the "mistake" till we have time to buy up all the houses in Baker’s Valley using “Expropriation” They won’t have a choice but to sell! Of course we will give them fair market value for their homes” He said with a wink and there were several snickers from around the room. "Then once the county has them all the “mistake” will be discovered and my development company and it’s investors can buy the land from the county at a bargain price! We can tear down the houses and build a new gated community and shopping areas! We get rid of the sp**ks and ni***rs , break up that voting block and make a fortune in the process!" I heard he door shut quietly as the reporter and the camera crew left and smiled, Several “Investors” were so excited they wrote Al’s company checks on the spot. The lucky ones didn’t. Four days later all three local network stations ran a news special all playing the entirety of Al Kelper's presentation in place of the six o'clock news The lucky ones who had not written checks were all interviewed for TV and it was funny watching them all lie and say how shocked they had been by this dubious plan however none of them could answer that one question “If you were so shocked why didn’t you go to the police?” There was one exception. After the presentation and noting in my mind who had written checks I quietly told Al I could no longer work for his campaign because my Uncle John was sick. He said he understood. I drove directly to the local police station and when they heard my story they called in the F.B.I. so I was covered. I didn’t mention the news crew though. How was I to know? As I said the lucky ones didn’t write checks. They just had their political and work careers destroyed. The ones who did write checks were all arrested along with Al and most are still in prison A few days later I git a call from Auntie Phyllis “It’s always an easy win when you run unopposed” She said “You are welcome: I said The R Party has still not recovered in my county almost thirty years later, No on here trusts them. I wonder why The twins said the would miss their father when he got arrested but we celebrated anyway because that same day they bot got their positive test results. We spent another weekend in a free for all “Fuck a Twin” frenzy and plotted our next moves ************************************************************************************** Next Chapter: So many men so little time Let me know what you think! Scanbu

Mom died when I was little and I barely remember her. Just vague memories that come up when I smell a certain perfume they still sell at the higher end stores. Dad mourned for an appropriate time then used “widowed father for family values” sympathy vote to win his first election running for county commissioner. I still have nightmares about the first time I was trotted at barely seven years old out in front of all those cameras to stutter through the little speech Dad had made me say over and over saying “This is important kid. If you get it right I just may win!” putting all that pressure on my tiny little shoulders “Vote for my Daddy Billy so he can protect kids like me from the bad people who want to hurt us” still haunts my dreams to this day Dad always called me “Kid” or “Kiddo” because he hated the name my mom had given me which was Eliot (Everyone but dad calls me El) and hated the man she had named me for, her father, even more because he never approved of their marriage saying my dad was a huckster who would sell out his own mother which turned out to be a fair statement when Dad got his mother to sign a Power of Attorney when she was diagnosed with cancer and sold he house and all her possessions while she was in the hospital for treatments. He planned to hide the money and skip out on all the medical bills Then Grandma made a full recovery but somehow Dad got her declared incompetent though every doctor testified she had her full faculties and forced her into the cheapest nursing home he could find. Her revenge was living long enough to eat up every dime he had gotten from the sale. She died the day the last check cleared leaving eight cents in the account. I loved Grandma but she was a spiteful old lady. Who can blame her though? Till the very end ever time dad was in an election she would call the local newspaper and then give an interview saying “If you vote for my son you are a fool and you deserve what you get!” Like I said I loved Grandma. My Grandpa (mom’s dad) was great too! He had an awesome name and basically raised me because my father was to busy taking bribes and making backroom deals to take care of his son. The only time I saw him was when he wanted to trot me out for the cameras at election time and that stopped when at 14. He had me learn another speech but when he introduced me and I stood in front og the camera, on live television turned to him and said “Who are you Mr.? You kind of look like my father but I’m not sure since I never see him and I live with my Grandpa and Uncle John. From what they tell me he doesn't even help support me financially” Then I looked at the camera and said “So much for Family Values Huh?” Grandpa also pissed off my Dad by remembering to change his will when mom died leaving everything to me and hiring the best lawyer in the state when his health started to fail to make sure my Dad never got his hands on a dime of it, After Grandpa passed the lawyer and Uncle John looked after me “Uncle John” was not actually related to me, He was Grandpa’s stepson from his 2nd marriage his mom who I called Mary at her insistence passed a couple years before Grandpa. She was kind of stuck up but kind to me. Uncle John and I shared a secret. We were both gay. He was the first person I came out to when I was twelve and he was the most wonderful supportive uncle he could be, He didn’t tell me was gay till I was 16 saying he didn’t want to confuse me while my hormones were out of control, I had always loved and lusted after him so it was probably for the best. When I was young John was the most handsome man I had ever seen, he was Brad Pitt and Leonardo DiCaprio rolled into one with a little old school Tom Selleck thrown into the mix for good measure. He always wore the coolest clothes and seeing him in his bathing suit awakened my first truly sexual fantasies but I will fight anyone who suggests he was anything other than a 100% proper adult when it came to me. Much to my frustration. By the time I was almost 18 things had started to change, He was still handsome but he was thinner and seemed to be sick more often. It was 1995 and the AIDS epidemic was raging. They even had a man com to my high school right as I was about to graduate to talk to us about the importance of safe sex and not sharing needles (I didn’t get that 2nd part at the time). My Dad had been against it I recall. I was on the student council so I met him personally. Just before he shook my had a little beeper went off in his pocket and he took out a prescription bottle with the name “Retrovir” (better known as AZT I learned later. Popped a pill and stepped to a nearby water fountain to help it go down, as he returned to me I noticed a janitor rushing to spray the water fountain with something that smelled like bleach and wipe it down with gloved hands. “Hey, my uncle John takes those vitamins!” I said He tried to hide it but the look of surprised sympathy gave it all away and I knew. Uncle John had HIV. When I asked him why he had not told me he said he didn’t want to worry me and he was almost done. He wanted to get me to 18 when my inheritance would kick in and then he could go The party my Dad belonged to, The R Party, maintained that people with HIV were all perverted degenerates who were being punished by God. Even the little kids with blood disorders and caught it deserved it somehow according to them. A plan started to form in my mind. One every bit as evil as anything my money grubbing Dad could come up with. Over the next weeks the parts came together more and more. I talked to my friend Diana who was the prettiest lesbian you ever met and we started being seen together I took her and her “best friend” Vicky to the prom and we spread rumors about a drunken 3some in a hotel room afterwards. I was going to be quite well off when I turned 18 and the plan was to be seen together for a couple months more then a quick trip to Las Vegas and we would be married. Vicky would move in as her “personal assistant” and I would live with Uncle John (He was unaware of that part of the plan for now) it would be the perfect cover for all of us. That lawyer Grandpa had Diana sign some papers when she turned 18 to protect my assets and she had no problem with that, Uncle John had been getting even thinner and he was more and more depressed. He told me many of his friends had died and the ones who had managed to stay HIV negative stayed away from him. He was lonely and had no release other than his hand. “I used to be the hottest Top Man in the city. I would fuck three and four pretty boys a night but I think it was the one time I shot up that got me" We were sitting by the pool and the bulge in his swimsuit looked even bigger against his thin frame as he talked about his glory days Finally the big day arrived and 10 minutes after midnight on my 18th birthday I pushed John’s door open, He had his eyes closed and didn’t hear me. He was in bed stroking his huge cock, 9 ½ inches I would later measure, and moaning “El oh my beautiful El I want to be in you so badly, to make you mine. Oh I love you my El, you are so beautiful” Maybe I should pause a moment to describe myself at 18, You have to realize that though my dad was a scumbag he was exceptionally good looking with classic Greek features a hairy chest and piercing green eyes. Pair that with my mothers deep auburn hair and full sensuous lips, a thick 10 inch cock I never did learn which side of the family gave me and my athletic state champion quarterback 6 foot 2 body and I java to admit I was a little more than handsome but back to our story I watched John for a couple minutes with his eyes closed stroking and moaning my name then I quietly knelt next to his bed bent over running my tongue around the head of his cock and then opened wide and took it in my mouth His eyes flew open “El! What the hell are you doing? That’s dangerous!” “We are going to things that are a lot more dangerous tonight John” I told him firmly “What are you talking about?” he asked covering himself with a pillow “You are going to become my life partner for as long as we have together and you are going to make love to me all night to consummate our union. After what I just heard I know you love and want me and I have loved you since I was about twelve” I said looking into his eyes He looked conflicted, struggling with himself so much he actually started shaking a little and finally looked at me with tears in his eyes “Yes I love you and I want you but dammit I will be lucky if I have six months left. I can’t do that to you! Besides you should have someone as young and as handsome as you are. Just look at me” And he threw the pillow aside His body was thin but not what you would call wasting quite yet. His tall frame equal in height to mine exaggerated the thinness. His now only slightly aroused cock lay across his balls and they definitely did not look thin in fact they seemed to pulse with a light all their own and make me want it in me even more “You are the most beautiful man I have ever seen and never more so than now. I love you and I want, no I NEED you inside of me” I said hotly “I can’t be inside of you, I don’t even have a condom!” he protested but he was weakening I could tell “All the better because I never want you to wear a condom or pull out when you fuck me” I said calmly He sighed “El I am one step away from full blown AIDS and love won’t protect you from it. I’m sorry but it's true” “I know what you have and I don’t want to be protected from it. I want you to infect me as a sign of our love and for another reason” and I explained my full plan to him He looked at me with awe and pride and an evil glint in his eyes “You are a diabolical, twisted, sick fuck and I love you for it” then he thought about it for a few minutes and finally said “Ok I’m in” “No you aren't but you will be soon” I joked "OK repeat after me" and I took his hand in mine “I pledge my life to you for as long as we share this earth together, I will be faithful to you in my heart though I am free to share my gift with others, Our enemies will fall before us and get what they so richly deserve, This I promise to my one true love” and John repeated each line starling into my eyes He pulled me to him his thin strong arms wrapping around my youthful body practically glowing with health and potential for a long life. I was sacrificing that to our love and his virus voluntarily and we kissed with an urgent passion as the the desire to breed took us both He rolled on top of me then rolled me onto my stomach and used his knees to push my legs apart. “You are MINR! This ass is MINE! Do what you want with your cock but for as long as we both live no one touches this ass but me! I love you too much to share this ass!” He groaned, his dripping toxic cock head rubbing up and down my crack seeking it’s new home, finding it and sinking in I bit my lip to keep from yelping as he roughly took my virginity, to caught up in passion and emotion to be gentle. Within a minute I felt his huge virus filled balls flop against mine as I ground ten rock hard inches into the sheets beneath me then he pulled out and slid back in and I moaned as this felt better than I ever imagined it could. John was a consummate top man. Years of experience pleasing bottoms came into play as he moved in and out of me plowing my virgin inner walls and getting them ready to be inseminated by his fertile virus, running his thin fingers over my well fleshed muscular body only of legal age for less than an hour and now to be offers up o our lust and his disease His thrust became frenzied and his cock battered my insides as my balls tightened and finally we found that release together me soaking his sheets and he firing wads if cum and HIV into me and sealing my fate We lay together my head on his chest and his fingers in my hair “Now you are marked as mine forever, Even when I pass part of me will live on in you” “I’m the luckiest man in the world” I replied We made love twice more that night and he lasted longer each time. I think if we timed it he was in me about 3 hours that night. That was a record we broke many times. The very next afternoon John got a call from his Doctor about a clinical trial for a new class of HIV treatment drugs. John agreed to participate and had one of the best results in the study. Over the next couple years with healthy living, lots of physical activities he gradually recovered becoming the man I remembered again and on his 30th birthday he got the news that his HIV viral load was undetectable I on the other had was very toxic and a couple years into my plan. I will tell you how it started when next we meet ********************************************************************* I hope you enjoyed the beginning of my new story. Let me know I am going to let “Somebody to be mine forever” rest for a while but I’m sure Jeff. Mike and Family will continue to make cameo appearances in “Zeke’s Tales” which will continue Scanbu

The parties I got invited to were eye opening to me. When you hear R Party members out there condemning this behavior or that they mean YOU can’t do them. They can and do do whatever they want. I saw every drug you can get legally and illegally, underage drinking and if some of those girls sitting on the old men’s laps were of legal age I will eat my hat The undisputed king of the party scene among the party scene was Billy Bradwell or BB as everyone called him. “You sure it’s his name it stands for and not Bubble Butt?” I asked as we watched him playing volley ball on the beach The twins laughed from either side of me as we watched the game from lounges on the side BB wore tight shorts and no shirt. There did not appear to be much in the front of the shorts but with an ass like that who cared?. His hair and chest fur were golden and to me he looked like the God of sex. Well at least until he opened his mouth. BB spoke with an exaggerated southern accent about his proud Confederate heritage, his contempt for minorities, openly using racial slurs, and his sexist views. I was not sure of he considered women or minorities to be human to be honest “Someone needs to stick a cock in his mouth and shut him up” Sal growled as BB droned on spewing his hate. In a way it was sad to see so beautiful a man corrupted and ruined at such a young age The worst thing was that everyone seemed to hang on his words. Especially the women “He’s much more vocal and brash when you are around El” Cal noted with a smirk “You would think he felt threatened or something BB had a problem he had never encountered before, Me. With my darker good looks and paler complexion I was the opposite of him. In a different universe we would have made a jaw dropping couple, the perfect counterpoint that just magnified each other’s masculine beauty but that universe didn’t exist though a small corner of my heart wished it could. I had my John though and I was happy Anyway… I was a problem because I was just as good looking and even richer but my money was mine and not Daddy’s. I was also a problem because he could not get a reaction from me. He would make one of his statements of hate and end it with “Don’t you think so El” and I would smile and shrug noncommittally then walk away. I was fluent and articulate about any other subject so people knew I was not stupid, The twins had warned me “He controls people by being so over the top then getting them to say they agree with him to be part of the group. One of his minions” and so I never agreed with him or disagreed either. I just shrugged Soon I had imitators and the less hateful and more intelligent among our peers began to separate from BB much to his irritation My contemplation was interrupted bt BB standing in front of us blocking the sun “Hey, my dad is out of town and I got my hands on some “Blue Marbles ". Some friends and I are going to get together at my house and try them tonight, want to come?” Blue Marbles was the name of the latest designer drug to hit the scene and you had to be careful because just a bit too much caused the euphoric high to push you into hours of immobile sleep followed by a terrible headache the next morning, or so I had been told. John. the Twins and I did not do any type of drugs “Sure” I said “Why not?” I guess BB was going to try being my friend, to pull me into his sphere of influence now. Whatever. It might give the three of us an opportunity to spread our seed and if not it would be amusing ti watch BB and his friends stoned out of their minds We got to the party about half an hour late deliberately and were led out behind the house where six of BB’s other friends, the ones most under his influence either out of stupidity or genuine agreement with his views, lay on mats around a bonfire with silly looks on their faces Only BB had waited for us. “There is the keg and here is your blue marble” he said, handing us each a small round blue pill. “I’m going to lay on my bed for this” He said popping his pill and washing it down with some beer then heading through a nearby glass double door to lay on a large bed we could see in the room. Soon his face took on a euphoric look and he totally relaxed A plan came to me and I quietly sketched it in to the twins/ We went to the keg and each filled a pitcher with beer dropping out pill in and watching it dissolve then we went to each stoned boy and poured them a cup encouraging them to drink up. Soon they all drifted off to sleep. I poured one last cup for BB and we emptied the rest onto the ground, “These are some of the worst goons in the state” Cal said as he toed a sleeping man at his feet “Our natural prey” Sal agreed and the both picked a victim, rolled him onto his stomach and slowly pulled his shorts down to reveal unprotected straight boy asses as I made my way to BB’s bed A glance back showed each twin sliding into those unwitting R Party asses roughly BB was surprisingly lucid though he still had that dreamy look on his face “Hey El” he said as I walked in and handed him the beer and he thanked me. A groan of pleasure from one of the twins made me look out the door and when I looked back the cup was empty I watched BB slowly drift off laying next to him as his eyes closed. Oddly as his body relaxed his arm flipped around me and pulled me close like I was a favorite teddy bear/ I looked into his beautiful face, so innocent in sleep you would never believe the vile hatred those slightly parted lips spewed when he was awake I kissed those lips and pretended this was the real BB as I rolled on top of him and made out with him wishing he could respond, that he would respond if he knew what was happening. I pulled off his shorts and discovered that BB was a grower not a shower as a healthy, beer can thick 6 ½ inches greeted me. I lifted his legs to my chest and slowly slid into that gorgeous fuzzy blond ass with a groan and more ease than I expected, “The drug must really relax you” I thought as my ten inches bottomed out , BB’s big low hangers almost touching the shaft as I pulled out. I kissed his open mouth again tasting him as I pushed my tongue in For the next two hours I lived in that universe that did not exist. I made love to the man BB could have been instead of brutally fucking the bastard he was. I came in him four tines filling him with my high viral load seed and in that other universe he wanted it as much as he wanted me. I cleaned BB up and pulled his shorts back on then kissed him on the forehead and walked back out to join the twins “Nice of you to join us” Cal said sarcastically “We could have used some help here and we both wanted a crack at BB” Somehow I knew I would not have let that happen, Tonight BB had been mine and only mine All six guys out here showed signs of having been fucked as they lay with legs spread and moist looking holes and I knew they all had one twin or the others virus invading their blood “It looks like you two had your own entertainments, now give me a hand” I said bending down The three of us cleaned them all up and got them back into their shorts then we each lay on an empty mat and drifted off to sleep waking with the others and faking headaches to match theirs Two days later back at the beach BB went on and on about his party telling all sorts of lies about the silly things we had all done including the twins and I in the antics, which was fine with us as it added to our cover “El was the best of all!” He gloated “He kept trying to walk and falling flat on his face, didn’t you El?” I just smiled and shrugged noncommittally like always as BB made up more outrageous lies about what I had supposedly done while high A couple days later I was home alone. John was having tests run for the drug trial and the house staff had the day off when I heard the doorbell To my surprise it was BB. I invited him in and took him to the living room where we sat on the couch “So what’s up BB? If it’s about those lies about me at the party I really don’t care” I said He looked at the floor and said “It’s not that at all… I just… El…” in a frightened. nervous voice then he looked me right in the eyes and I saw tears brimming in his “Eliot I think I love you” he said quietly but distinctly I literally fell off the couch in surprise and he helped me back up not letting goof my hand as we sat back down “I saw what you and the twins did to the beer and the others. I even saw the twins start to fuck them. I guess I have a higher tolerance than most. I have been doing various drugs for a couple years now so it didn’t hit me as hard, When you looked away I dumped the beer into a bowl of chips on the floor. At first I was going to jump up and kick your ass as soon as you touched me but as you lay next to me I could not help putting my arm around you… and then you kissed me” that last part was said with a hint of wonder in his words and no trace of that southern drawl “I realized as soon as our lips touched that the reason I have been trying to pull you in and control you was that I didn't want to deal with how attractive you were to me and I figured once you were just another hanger on I would lose interest but you always just smiled and shrugged and every time I wanted you more” He explained a bit shame faced “Eventually I was spouting all that trash just to get you to acknowledge me but you just smiled and shrugged” He said a bit hotly “I just wanted to pay attention to me!” “You went about it the wrong way then” I said unable to keep the coldness out of my voice “and on some level you must believe all that shit or it would not flow so easily out of that trash mouth of yours. I could have been your best friend if didn’t think you were just saying what you really think” “Come on El, no one with half a brain believes that shit. It’s just what we say when we are all together to keep those who don’t have half a brain, like those six who were at my party, in line. You convince them that no matter how bad their life is that they can always kick down at others to make themselves feel better. It makes them blame the people they are kicking down at for their problems rather than looking up at what the R Party is really doing” he said Then he seemed to actually hear his own words “I sound just like my Dad and I promised myself when I was younger I would never sound like him. Fuck, It’s just so easy to give in and go along. It makes life so much easier. I ended up in a military school for four years because my Dad heard me say John Travolta was cute once when I was 12. They kind of beat that kind of talk into you” “Anyway” He pushed on “ You kissed me and you were so tender and loving that I didn’t even think of resisting. I just totally gave in to you and let you do what you wanted. I was a virgin that way and it didn’t even hurt even though you are far from small. I peeked a few times while you were in me. You had your eyes closed like you were in a different world” “I was pretending we were lovers and that you wanted this as much as I did” I admitted wistfully “I did” BB whispered. He cleared his throat and in a soft voice continued “I saw your face, so handsome, so beautiful and I realized that I loved you. I almost reached out and touched that face but fear of rejection stopped me. You had gone to a great deal of trouble to get in me without me knowing so I figured you had other motives” It was my turn to blush “I was infecting you with HIV like the twins did your friends” I admitted “Friends” he snorted “Those guys are thugs. They are the stupidest morons in the state” Then what I had said sank in and he asked “Why?” in a hurt, shocked voice I sketched in the plan for him “It makes perfect sense in an evil twisted way” he said reflectively “to be perfectly honest it’s truly what guys like the six the twins dealt with deserve and I guess I did too or at least I sure behaved like I did. I also know there are effective treatments on the horizon because my dad is obsessed with killing the funding for the research into it specifically because it is effective he would prefer that gays just keep dying and taking their L Party votes to the grave with them" he said "Did you know that’s why the R Party hates for gays to have any representation in media, movies or TV? They don’t want gay kids to know there are others out there, The R Party literally hopes they kill themselves, because they feel so different and isolated, before they turn 18 and start voting L Party and gays being seen ruins that in part. They say they are protecting children but they are really hoping some children remove themselves before voting age. The church does it for the same reason” I kind of knew all this but I had never heard it put in such stark terms. I heard the front door open and close and someone walking towards the living room “With how I was acting I honestly can’t blame you” He said still holding my hand “I still love you just as much” he continued as John walked in John froze and a look of acceptance and pain crossed his face I was holding him in less than a second “No, no...” I said, holding his face abd looking directly into his eyes “I love you! I am committed to you! I meant every word of my vows to you! I LOVE YOU JOHN!” BB sat on the couch his hand over his mouth “Oh my god I didn’t realize! I’m so sorry! I will go” and he started to rise “Sit your ass down and shut up!” I sad then more softly “Come sit with us John we all need to talk” I had told John about my time with BB including my sadness at would he could have been and John looked haunted as he sank to the couch “He’s so beautiful and he’s your own age. You even told me you had feelings for the man he could have been and it looks like that could have been really is” John said in a hurt voice “And you think he is more attractive than you?” I scoffed. John had been in the trial for almost a year now and every sign of illness had been erased. He had been incredibly handsome before he was sick and now he was back to being gorgeous but it was a man who at just 32 years old was in the prime of his masculinity. You could almost feel his dominant, confident aura as he stalked through the world, I would be a fool to let that go “I have loved you since I was twelve and through sickness and health I stuck with you, Now that you are back full strength do you think I’m letting you go?” I said firmly “But you have feelings for him too?: John said “I do” I admitted “and I would like to explore them but you will always come first in my life” Then I looked at BB “I can’t say I love you. Not yet anyway. Maybe someday, but I have to admit there is something there. But if I ever even think for a second you are trying to come between John and I I will toss you aside like yesterday's trash. More important than that though. If you and John can not come to love each other too I will pick him and you will be gone. Understand?” I demanded and he nodded Then I looked at John “All this is predicated on you allowing it, If you say no right now then I'm sorry BB, I won’t risk my relationship with John, not for anything” I said and I meant it John and BB looked at each other and sparks flew between them but was it jealousy or attraction? John moved from the couch and sat in a large comfortable black leather chair then he looked at BB with a stern gaze patting his leg and commanding “Come here Boy". In less than 10 seconds BB sat on his leg and the two were kissing passionately, Johns hand gripping that wavy golden hair holding BB’s lips to his ************************************************************************* Next Chapter: BB gets banged from both ends Let me know what you think! Scanbu

This is an extraordinarily prejudicial statement. If you are going to make this sort of assertion, it really needs to be backed up with actual facts. As it is, it comes out as racism plain and simple.

I have had a few police encounters concerning gay sex over the years. I seem to have an instinct about cops that has kept me out of trouble several times. Once I went into a rest stop bathroom to piss and there was a guy standing at the urinals. He was just hanging there and that usually means they are looking for some action. Something about him seemed off. He reeked of cop. He stared at my dick while I was pissing so I stuffed my stuff back into my trousers and asked him "what are you looking at faggot?" He got all nervous acting and pulled out a badge and mumbled something about being on the job and apologized about offending me. Another time I was parked at a local cruising area and a cop pulled up and demanded ID. I politely refused to identify myself so he wrote down my vehicle plate number and ran it on his computer and then informed me that this was a cruising area for "homos." He was a deputy for the sheriffs dept. and had his name on his uniform so I wrote it down. He wasn't an asshole about it, he came across as a cop who really didn't want to be be there. A month or so later I was at the same place and the only guy there was another top. So we started bullshitting about our adventures and he mentioned that he had ran a Craigslist add looking for bottoms and said he hooked up with a guy who was a deputy sheriff. He said the guy was a hot fuck. That piqued my interest so I ask him the cop's name. It was the same cop that I had encountered while he was on duty. A month or so later I was at the county fair with my wife. The sheriffs department had a booth set up there and we checked it out. The cop I had encountered was there. Damn he was sexy and my dick started getting hard. I blatantly reached down and rearranged my cock so it was obvious I was getting hard. Then I looked down at his bulge and then met his eyes and winked. He winked back. We never hooked up but that bit of mutual flirting was hot as hell and made even more so by my clueless wife being there.

Choosing the Right Bathing Suit to Trap a Big Black Bear Wesley Hughes McCall III looked at himself in the mirror and frowned. This wasn’t the one, he thought. This one didn’t send the message he wanted to send. It just looked like a bathing suit. No, Wes wanted something special. Wes wanted something that said “I want you to fuck me and spit in my mouth.” Wes knew he had a decent body. He’d been slight as a child, but years in the pool and hours and hours of diving practice had left him with a hard, defined torso and six pack, and, although he wished his chest were bigger, he had an ass he knew, objectively, was really good. Jamal loved his ass. Said it was better than most girls. Wes sighed. Most people thought Jamal was his best friend. His dad loved it that his son was best friends with the star quarterback, a scholarship student to boot, at Hillside Prep. His dad worked pictures of Wes and Jamal into his campaign literature. Dad thought it gave him cover as he voted over and over again in the Georgia senate to keep black people from voting, and to stop the evils of teaching that Southen white people had actually been fighting to preserve slavery in the Civil War. But what daddy would have been horrified to know was that Jamal and Wes weren’t friends. No, Wes was Jamal’s cock whore. Wes loved to spend hours sucking on Jamal’s 7.5 inch thick pole before Jamal fucked his brains out. But there were two things Wes found unsatisfying about Jamal. The first was Jamal wasn’t here and wouldn’t be in Atlanta for some time. He was in Los Angeles training for his first football season at USC. The second thing was that Jamal was young. And Jamal couldn’t rev up Wes anywhere near to what a 50-year-old grinder hookup could. And even then, Wes knew he had a thing for black and brown men. While an older white redneck could satisfy, nothing, and I mean nothing, made his little asshole pulse with desire like a big black daddy. Wes tried on the white one. Oh this was better. This one was a smaller size. The white nearly translucent, and it was smaller in the rear. The back hugged the dimples of his ass, letting the bigger bubble peek out. If this didn’t interest the man downstairs, then his cause was lost. It would prove that the man of his deepest fantasies, the man people called Big Ed was straight. God, Wes hoped he was wrong. He’d first met Big Ed at Grandma Claire’s house. Big Ed was really Edward Belley, one of the owners of Belley-McGrath Restorations. Grandma McCall had hired Ed to restore Grandpa’s 1957 Mercedes Gulfwing. It had been his favorite car and Wes thought it was cool as hell. Wes and been there when Ed had delivered it to his grandmother’s house. The car was immaculate, and Grandma teared up when she saw how perfectly they had restored the leather. “Golly,” she smiled, “This brings back good memories.” But Wes barely noticed the car because Edward Belley was breathtaking. Ed stood 6’ 5” at least, his black skin was very dark, and he was hairy—his forearms were covered in fur and chest hair peeked out from the top button of the expensive dress shirt he wore open at the throat with sleeves rolled up. His chest was massive, his shoulder broader than two and a half of Wes, and his hard daddy belly hung sexily over the alligator skin belt he wore. As Wes’s eyes traveled down, he almost gasped aloud. As the big man stretched up to show his grandma how smooth the wing doors closed after restoration. Wes caught sight of a cock from his deepest fantasies. Even soft, Wes knew, Big Ed had a massive snake. And right now Big Ed was downstairs, at his own house, restoring his dad’s 1970 Mercedes Benz 280 SL. And Wes was alone in the house and would be alone for a week. His parents and sister and brother were at the beach. Wes had stayed behind, ostensibly to go to diving practice. That was a lie, though. Wesley McCall stayed at home in Atlanta to trap himself a big black daddy bear. If Wes had been aware, he would have been less worried about the perfect outfit. Because Big Ed had chosen to restore the Benz in the McCall garage for a reason: little Wesley McCall. He’d been blown away when Claire Hayes McCall—one of the classiest steel magnolias Ed had ever encountered in his decades of dealing with rich Southerners—introduced him to her grandson Wes, his hot compact body and tight abs rippling under the perfect navy polo Wes was wearing. And when the boy had turned his back to check out the restoration of the back quarter panel, Ed nearly creamed his pants at the sight of the kids perfect divers ass in his tight khakis. And he’d seen Wes staring at his crotch more than once that day. And so he’d made up a bullshit story about upgrades at their facility in Alabama and brought a truck full of supplies to Atlanta to do Senator McCalls car. Big Ed heard the screen door of the house open and looked out the back of the garage. The McCalls had an eight-car garage set at an angle, with regular garage doors facing the winding drive and then big sliding glass doors facing the backyard and pool. These were show doors—so guests could admire the Senators collection of vintage and luxury cars. Wes came out of the house wearing a -tiny- white Speedo, a pair of sunglasses, and carrying a bottle of sunscreen. The kid glanced at the garage and then chose a chair by the pool that gave Ed a full on view. Slowly—and obviously—the kid put on the sun cream. While it looked a little cheesy—like something from a 1980s Falcon porn flick—when the kid started very slowly working the sunscreen into his back hamstrings and up into the bits of his pert ass that hung out of the speedo, Ed got rock hard. Ed pretended to ignore the kid. He knew the rest of the Senator’s family were gone for the week. And while he knew the kid claimed he stayed behind to work on his diving, the fact that the kid was putting on a sexy show in the backyard of his own house, in a pool chair obviously chosen so Ed could see everything the kids did,meant that Ed was going to be fucking that ass soon enough. And Ed knew about white boys who craved black daddy cock: if you made them wait, their little boy pussies got hotter and hotter until their desire was almost uncontrollable. And Ed liked pussies governed by uncontrollable desire, because those boys were ready to be corrupted. As the day wore one, the kid swam a bit, turning the swimsuit almost translucent. Wes lay on his stomach then, and Ed caught him pulling the sides of the suit up to show more of his ass. The kid was playing dance music now. And although he knew the kid wouldn’t do it—he was a fucking McCall and too classy for that—if the kid started dancing Ed was going to rip that suit off him and rape him right there outdoors by the pool. At around 3:30 in the afternoon, Ed decided it was his turn to play the game. He stripped off his shirt and made sure his semi was clearly visible in his jeans. He popped open a beer and stood by the open back sliding door of the bay closest to the pool. Ed smiled across at the pool and said, “How ya doing? It’s Wes, right?” Wes opened his eyes and sat up and smiled, and as he did so his little 6 inch cock sprang up rock hard at the sight of Ed’s bare chest. He closed his legs, and tried to act like nothing was happening and said, “Hey, nice day, huh?” “Yea, I’m Wesley and you’re Ed, right?” Wes continued, “You did the restoration of my grandma’s cool car.” Ed walked over and stood by the boy’s chair, towering over him. Wes looked up and smiled. “Where you doing a little show for me, with that sun cream,boy?” Ed demanded. “Yes sir, I was,” Wes said slightly sheepishly. “Why were you doing that?” Ed said. Wes smiled and looked him directly in the eye and said, “Because I was trying to get you to fuck me, sir.” Ed grabbed the kids hand and put it on his cock, suddenly rock hard. “Think you can take my big monster, Wes?” Ed said. “I’ve taken some pretty big dicks, but yours is huge,” Wesley said. Ed said, “You been on Grinder already?” “A few times, yes,” Wes admitted, “But Jamal used to fuck me a couple times a month.” “Jamal??” Ed laughed, “You got a thing for black dick, huh? Who’s Jamal?” “He was the quarterback of our school team,” Wes continued, “Our parents think we were close friends—and it started out that way Sophomore year, but by Junior year I was sucking him off and then that next Summer he started fucking me.” “So your family’s gone all week? Grandma coming over?” Ed asked, “Any friends coming over?” “Granny’s in San Francisco, everyone else is out of town,” Wesley said, with a big grin, “It’s almost like I planned it.” “So if I took you in that house right now we could stay naked for a whole week and no one would know?” Ed said. “Don’t you need to work on dad’s car?” Wes asked. “There’s no way I can finish your dad’s car here, it needs to be at my garage at home,” Ed said. “But your garage is being worked on?” Wes asked. “Nah, I just told your dad that,” Ed said, reaching down and giving Wesley a passionate kiss, “It’s almost like I planned it.” Ed reach into his pocket and pulled out a little baggy, “Ever done Tina?” “No, isn’t that meth?” Wes asked. “Yea, gays use it as a party drug. Makes little boypussies like you supercharged,” Ed smiled, “I know you think you’re horny now, but this will take you to another level. Your parents go security cameras out here?” “Turned ‘em off this morning,” Wesley smiled. “Excellent, turned around and bend over,” Ed said. Wesley turned around and put his hands on his knees. Ed grasped the boys perfectly ass, then slide the suit down below his cheeks. Ed spread them, getting his first look at the boys perfect pink hole. He kneeled and started rimming the boy, making Wesley moan with pleasure. He then reached with his long middle finger and stuck it deep in the bag coating it with way more Tina than he would normally give a first timer. “This will burn for a second, but soon you will feel great,” Ed warned, already sliding the finger into the boy to the root. The boy gasped and gave a little cry, “Oh, fuck.” Ed waited until the unmistakable signs were visible, and he started fingering the boy, relishing the boys velvet hole. “Oh god, that feels good sir.” Ed stood the boy up and kissed him, toying with the perfect little ass. “This is just the beginning. Get on your knees with your hands behind your back and wait here,” Ed commanded, “I am going to get my bag out of the truck, and then we are going to go inside the guesthouse and I am going to show you what real men do with pussy boys like you.” So Ed went and fetched his two big duffles full of sex toys, restraints, and party supplies. He smiled broadly when he saw the boy on his knees as directed. He stood in front of Wes, and pressed the boy’s face into his cock, straining against his tight jeans. “You wanna serve this cock, boy?” Ed asked, “Because once you’ve had Daddy Ed’s cock, you will never be the same.” “Yes, sir,” Wes said, “It’s all I’ve thought about since I met you at Grannies.” Ed reached into his bag and pulled out a moderately-sized chastity device. “Do you know what this is, Wes?” “I’ve seen it in movies, sir,” Wes said, “It’s a chastity device although some call it a boyclit lock.” Ed laughed, “That’s right, sweet boy, Daddy Ed is going to lock up your boyclit. That will leave only on your mouth hole and your pretty pink boyhole. You will learn to only feel pleasure from your holes.” Ed reached down and affixed the chastity device over the boys little cock, leaving his balls free for Ed to squeeze and hurt. Ed led the boy into into the big guesthouse where Ed was staying. He guided the boy up to his room. Ed had Wes finish undressing him, and the boy spent a while smelling and tasting Ed’s armpits and furry chest—something he did without prompting. The boy grew starry-eyed at his first look at Ed’s uncut, 13-inch beer-bottle-thick cock. “I will teach you to deepthroat it, boy,” Ed promised. Wesley sighed and kissed the big cock, slobbering over the head, thrilling at the taste of copious precum the big bear produced. “Get on all fours in the bathroom,” Ed ordered, “facing the back wall. Then put your chest on the floor, close your eyes, and reach back along your sides and spread your hole. It’s time to clean you out.” “I am already clean for you sir,” Wesley said, “Please, sir, I need your cock.” Ed slapped the boy so hard Wes saw stars, “Never back talk me, always obey.” Wes nodded, “Yes, sir, sorry sir.” As the boy got into position, Ed reached into one of his bags and pulled out a large enema bag, a smallish plug, a small bottle of lube, some poppers, and a 5-liter bottle full of chempiss—it was several party weekends worth of piss he and his partners Tom and Julio had collected special for this trip. He walked into the bathroom, pleased to see the kids eyes were closed as he had ordered, and pulled the lid off. A powerful piss smell arose as he filled the 2.5 liter enema bag and closed the bottle back up. Lubing up the hose, he place it gently in the boy’s hole. “Use your ass to suck on the hose,” Ed commanded, “And tell me when it hurts.” Ed threaded about 5 inches in and the boy grunted. “Hurts, sir.” “Push out,” Ed commanded, and Ed gently pushed the hose through the boys second hole. The boy groaned but took several more inches. Ed pushed just a bit more and stopped and released the line, the boy wiggled and moaned. Ed doubted Wes had ever gotten an enema in his second hole before. The boy started moaning again, and Ed gave him the poppers. “Do you know how to use these?” Ed asked. “I’ve seen them in movie,” Wes replied. “Hold them under your nose and sniff,” Ed commanded. As they kicked in the boy was able to take a bit more and then Ed slid the line out to fill the boys rectum. The boy took most of the liquid before it became a struggle, Ed had him puff away on the poppers. When the boy had taken it all Ed slid in the plug. The boy soon began to feel the potent Tina, and started moaning. This gave Ed the signal to tease his hole with the plug. Jamal must have had a thick one, Ed thought, because the boy took two of his big fingers around the plug fairly easily. He had the boy stand up, a little bow-legged, and made him stand for a minute, then pulled the plug out and expel the liquid. He saved the rest of the chempiss for sometime later when little Wesley got tired. Ed then brought the boy into the shower and then Wes enthusiastically began bathing the big bear, the Tina and his own deep-seated fantasies making him stroke the big man’s body lustily. “Please sir, my hole is so hungry,” Wesley pleaded. “Please what, boy?” Ed asked. “Please fuck me, sir,” Wes whined. “I think you need a little bit more opening before I sink my big tool into your baby boy pussy.” When Wes nodded but made a little whine, Ed yanked Wes up on his toes, yanking him by his balls, the metal cage digging into his flesh, and spanked him hard, Ed’s hand big enough to hit both buttocks hard. He spanked and spanked, delighting in the way the boy whinnied like a horse and gave little cries. When the boy’s cheeks were bright, bright red he stopped. He noticed a steady stream of precum running out of the boy’s clitlock, and Ed smiled, “What did I say about no back talk?” Ed played with the boys ass for a little over an hour. Gently fucking him with several small dildos, some beaded. He really did want the boys big stretch to be most his own huge cock, but he wanted to build the boys hunger. He also just enjoyed using toys on the boy—there was something so sexy about a boy getting his butthole played with, especially a boy like Wes who was already well into understanding that his boyhole was a pussy hole. Ed slipped the head of his well-lubed cock in Wesley’s pink pussy. Wes moaned, and arched his back. “I was going to tease you open to make it easier,” Ed said, “But you just can’t stop talking back.” With that he pressed hard, and went into the boy about three inchs. Wesley groaned, and stifled a little cry. Ed stayed perfectly still, let his cock relax slightly, and released a little stream of piss. After a second the boy moaned and Ed felt the velvet tunnel, virgin to anything the size of his tool, open slightly. Suddenly hard as a rock again thinking about what he was going to do next, Ed grabbed the boys waist firmly and speared in to boys quim about three more inches, straining against the boys second hole, the boy’s rectum straining to find a place to put all of that hard black cock. The boy’s mouth opened and this time he did scream, his body completely rigid. “I can make it hurt like this every time,” Ed promised, his voice low with menace, “Or you can keep that pretty mouth shut and do what daddy says the minute daddy speaks.” Ed, famous for his bladder control when hard, now filled the boy with a small pool of potent chempiss. Ed moved his cock slightly, trying to coax piss into that second ring. Ed stayed perfectly still, the boy panting, his ass struggling, and then the big booty bump from earlier connected with the big chempiss enema and the little pool of fresh chempiss, and the boy pushed back. “Push out around my cock, baby,” Ed ordered. As Wesley did he unwittingly welcomed the chempiss into his second hole, and so welcomed a lifetime of pussyfication at the altar of Ed’s cock. Ed waited until the chempiss spasmed deeper into the boy. Ed could feel the conflicts in the boys hole, as the chems sent messages the body couldn’t interpret. He pressed onward, seeking the inner gate. He was being cruel but the boy had asked for it. Finding the entrance, he commanded the boy to push back again. And Ed slid into the boys second hole. He waited, as the boy bucked and panted beneath him, for the boys hole to reconfigure and allow Ed’s huge tool to straighten it. He was in a good 8 inchs by now. Wes was having trouble, but it was clear Jamal had had a pretty decent cock, because most boys would be begging for him to get off. But Wesley, clearly, wanted the cock. Ed was very big, though ,and Ed could see the conflict between hunger and pain on the boy’s face. He decided to go slow, there would be plenty of time to hurt the boy over the week, to show Wes his true nature. He very very slowly began to fuck the boy, the piss sliding around and adding extra lube. After a few minutes, Wes began to make little sounds of pleasure between moans of pain. Ed slow fucked him for a while,getting his hole used to the big cock. Ed climbed up on the bed, pushing the boy down flat on the bed and pushed his cock in all the way. The boy was clawing at the air, crying out, but there was no way he could do anything against the huge black bear’s brutal assault. Ed could feel Wes’s hole throb and struggle, and then suddenly, after a few minutes of relentless fucking, Ed battered the boys inner space open. “There, boy, feel that?” Ed said, his voice thick with please, “There deep inside, that’s where daddy belongs.” Acting on instinct to protect his body from pain, Wes was grabbing at the sheets, trying to get away. Ed grabbed the boys hips and kept grinding. The boy crying “oohh, ohh, ohh.” Ed knew that for this fuck and the next several the boy would never get used to his big cock. Hell, he hoped the boy never did—his tight hole was amazing. Ed fucked the boy deep, keeping Wes flat on the bed for a while until he felt the boy’s hole loosen. Ed picked the boy up—loving that the little body was so easy for him to control—and had the boy stand with his arms on the back of a little chair. And now Ed really went to town, pile driving his cock up into the boy, each deep thrust driving his cock all the way up deep inside Wes’s hot insides. Soon both Ed and Wes were dripping with sweat. And then Ed saw the change. The boy didn’t stop crying out “oh” every time he was penetrated to his core, but he did start to make little moans of pleasure. Ed picked Wes up and threw him on his back on the bed. He squirted the boys hole with lube and handed him the poppers. “I am going to keep fucking, and I am going to need to fuck you harder,” Ed said, “So sniff on those and it will open your little boy hole up.” Ed then fucked the boy for over an hour, bending the boy into every position: the boy on his back, Ed slamming his huge cock—swollen to the point of bursting—into the boy, jack-hammer fucking him. Wes on his hands and knees, doggy-style. Wes up in the the air, Big Ed holding him like a sex toy as he rammed Wes’s boypussy over and over. The poppers helped Wes to take the punishing fuck, but every time Ed pulled out and slammed his cock all the way home, doing this over and over again, Wes cried out. Wes soon learned to use the poppers, and got into the fuck, and spent the last half hour begging to have his boypussy destroyed. After Ed came—one of the most earth-shatteringly amazing orgasms of his life, his seed spilling for what felt like 10 minutes into the twink—he fingered the boy, delivering a small bump of Tina, and then swiftly slammed a medium sized plug into the boy. Wes cried out and grabbed with his hands at his tender hole, but then he just lay panting. “Boy cunts always clean Daddy’s cock after they are fucked,” Wes said “Want to make sure all of daddy’s precious seed is inside you.” Ed taught Wes to clean his cock all over, to make love to Ed’s tender cock head inside the long foreskin. He taught him to keep his blue eyes trained on Daddy as he did so. Ed so wanted to see the kid drink his first load of piss, but thought that might be pushing it this early. He needed little Wes a little bit more fucked up for that. He laid Wes out on the bed, smiling to see the new bump of Tina was already having its intended effect of making Wes’s boypussy hungry again. Ed stepped into the bathroom and added his fresh load of piss to the bottle that he or one of his partners would use later to ramp the boy up for some hard use. Ed and Wes rested on the bed. The boy snuggled in tight to the bigger man. “You like the way Daddy fucks you?” Ed asked. “So big, sir, so deep,” Wes said, then he said, “But I need it again, daddy, need to be stretched.” “Don’t worry, boy” Ed said, idly scratching the boys blonde hair, “ Daddy’s going to fuck and fuck and stretch your boy hole. I’m gonna teach you everything you need to know to please a man.” Ed made Wes tell him every fantasy he’d ever had. He made Wes show him the search history on his phone and describe every type of porn he’d looked at. Most of it was older/younger with lots of daddy/son, but after prodding he finally admitted he’d watch much rougher stuff. He made Wes show him every movies in his Xhamster favorites, and Ed noticed there was plenty of piss and spanking and everal videos where twinks got fisted. Ed and Wes watched the movies on Wes’s favorites list, and Wes started to get really horny. Ed toyed with the boys hole, gently fucking him with the plug, then tossing the plug aside, he began using his big fingers. “Please fuck me, daddy,” Wes pleaded, “I need you inside me.” So Ed made love to the boy, slowly entering him and gently fucking, kissing him passionately. Wes enjoyed this, kissing back, gazing deeply into Ed’s eyes as the big cock began to slowly move around. Ed taught him how to squeeze and push out, to milk and pleasure daddy’s cock, the passion building until both the big bear and the younger twink were thrusting—Ed driving in, to penetrate deep, and Wes pushing his narrow hips back to welcome the thick beast. Ed began changing the angles of his fuck, breaking new ground, as Wes began grunting with each hard thrust but his eyes never left the bears big face, pleading for the fuck. At one point, Wes experienced his first locked orgasm, his seed dribbling down, Ed laughed and said, “I told you your boypussy could give you more pleasure than your little boy cock.” The little orgasm made Wesley increasingly cunted boyhole spasm and grasp around Ed’s big cock and Ed suddenly exploded into another big orgasm. Ed plugged the boy and lay back down to relax, Wes immediately honing in and without prompting began to lovingingly clean and worship the man’s relaxed but still huge tool. After they rested, Ed had the boy kneel. Ed used handcuffs to pull Wes’s wrist together behind his back, loving how the position made the boy’s little square defined pics stand out. He had the boy suck him, and then gently taight him to take a facefuck. The boy tried hard but struggled, coughing, as fluid poured out of his mouth. Ed relented and gave the boy some hits of poppers, and then thrilled as the boy’s throat opened. Ed forced him down repeatedly on his big cock, being intentionally cruel, wanting to get the boy used to being a cock slave. Ed slipped a collar around the boys neck and snapped a leash on, laughing as he saw the now steady stream of precome leaking from the boy’s locked clit. He led Wes into the bathroom, enjoying how he struggled to crawl on two knees. He then picked the boy up and placed him in the shower facing forward. Ed said, “Time to make your fantasy a reality,” and slipped his cock into the boys throat. “Seal your lips, and don’t swallow until i give you permission.” He then gave Wes his first mouthful of piss. Ed fed the boy mouthfuls of piss. Wes struggled every time he swallowed and gagged a bit, piss running down his shoulders and perfect little biceps. Ed was relentless, making Wes gargle with the piss,his face alternating between loving the submission demanded and disgust at the flavor. Finally Ed just stuck his cock down the boys throat and let the piss flow. Wes struggled but Ed kept his face in place with an iron grip. “Don’t worry boy, plenty of time for more practice later.” Ed pulled his cock out and pissed all over the boy, wetting his hair and body. He then gave the boy a final mouthful, making him hold it in his mouth for several minutes before letting him swallow. Ed told Wes to rest his ass on the back of his legs and left the boy on the shower covered in piss with pools of piss around him and the taste of Big Ed’s piss on his tongue, his head bowed as directed. Ed closed the door, making sure the piss smell would permeate the room and lay down on the bed.

My company had recently won an important contract in Mexico, and as the only analyst who spoke Spanish (thanks to my mother being from Seville), I had been sent to oversee the setup of the new operation. My partner was not best pleased that I was going to be gone for eight weeks, but the large bonus I was to receive was certainly going to help with filling up the pot we were setting aside for trying to have kids through a surrogate in the future, so we both knew that I had to accept. As such, after a comfortable flight over in business class, I was now set up in an aparthotel that would act as my base for the trip. The first few days were hectic, but as things calmed down and the new operation found its feet, I could afford to take a bit of a step back. This gave me the opportunity to see a bit of the city and its surroundings, while also hunting for gifts to take back to appease my partner for the prolonged absence. Top of my personal to-do list was a trip out to see some lesser-known pyramids, which I had heard were much less touristy than Teotihuacán and could be visited round the clock. I decided a couple of nights in a nearby basic hotel would be sensible as I was keen to see both sunrise and sunset at the archeological site, so I made a plan to head out there after finishing a bit early on the Friday and then come back to the city on the Sunday. Sure enough, pre-dawn on the Saturday my alarm went off, and after splashing some water on my face, filling my thermos with coffee from the room and donning some clothes, I headed out into the darkness. I had rented a bike to explore the site myself, so with the headlight on bright, I rode off up the semi-paved track away from the hotel. Little was I to know I would not actually get to watch the sunrise as planned. I managed to find my way to the site, although I could not yet make out any actual pyramids in the darkness. I chained up the bike, grabbed my flashlight and then set off up the path leading from the entrance gate. I figured I would find somewhere to sit and drink some coffee while I waited for there to be enough light in the sky to help me work out where to position myself for the actual sunrise. Eventually I found a sort of shelter, the purpose of which was not clear to me in the gloom, but it had a bench in it that I could sit down on to wait. However, as soon as I did so I felt a wave of tiredness come over me, and having got to the site quicker than expected, I decided I could risk leaning against the back and side of the shelter to rest my eyes for a bit. I set an alarm on my phone for half an hour, closed my eyes, and soon drifted off. I was not woken by my alarm, but rather by the sudden jolt of being pulled forward off the bench. It was still fairly dark but I could just make out that there were several figures there, and I knew immediately I was in trouble. At least two men were hauling me out of the shelter by my arms, and of course I shouted and tried to resist once my fight-or-flight response kicked in. At this point my arms were pulled behind me while a bandana or something was pulled around my mouth. Despite my best efforts my assailants quickly had me muted, my arms tied behind me, and then they pushed me to the ground and did the same to my ankles. I was then lifted up by several men and carried away from the shelter, heading for godknowswhere. At this point I was sure I was being kidnapped. After being carried in the dark for a few moments, I was placed down on my front on a flat-topped rock. Before I could squirm or do anything to try to free myself, I was held firmly in place while the men untied my ankles, spread them, and then re-secured them apart to something before ripping open the back of my shorts and underwear. The rope tying my wrists together was also secured down to something, so that I was prone over the rock. Then, almost immediately, I felt a hard pressure at my anus, and started to scream out as much as I could over the gag as I was penetrated. Maybe these men were indeed kidnapping me, but I was to be used first, that was for sure. The initial entry was excruciating, especially as I rarely bottomed for my partner, but eventually whichever of the men it was had buried himself in me fully. He then started a rough pounding of my hole, my gagged screams seemingly not bothering any of them. The first guy fucked me brutally for a while, then roared out and jammed himself into me fully. I knew I was being bred. He then pulled out and was replaced by another, and the whole ordeal began again. They all took at least one turn, my screams seeming to fade into submission in time with the sun rising and light bathing the ruins around us. Not that I got to see much of that, as any time I looked up to try to see who was doing this to me I was struck in the face by one of the men. When they all seemed to be done, a blindfold was tied around my eyes, my ankles were released but then rapidly secured back together, and then I was roughly pulled up off the rock and up into the air again. I was carried to somewhere for a few minutes, and then heard what sounded like a metal door being opened. Moments later I was dropped down onto a hard surface on my back, my wrists were untied from each other, pulled apart and secured somehow. My ankles got the same treatment, and then I heard all the men leaving and the door being closed again. I had no choice but to lie there on my back, unable to see a thing, trussed up like godknowswhat, my mouth still gagged, my used and sore hole continuing to leak, and wonder what was in store for me. Over the course of however many hours it was, men seemed to take turns to visit the increasingly hot room I was in, all of them unceremoniously ramming into my hole and fucking another load into me. What was really surprising was that I realised I was getting just a little bit excited each time I heard the door open as someone else arrived, which was crazy given the peril I was in and the reality of what was happening to me. But yes, truth be told, I was starting to want there to be someone there fucking me rather than being left alone. Another change of location came later, when a number of men seemed to come into the room together and begin working together to release me from whatever I was tied to, re-secure my wrists and ankles together, and then lift me up and carry me out. Once again I was manually carried for some time, until we reached whatever the chosen venue was now for all this to continue. I had no fight left in me, so when I was put down on my feet I dutifully allowed my ankles to be separated and secured apart to something, before I was bent forward over what felt like a rock. I propped myself up on my elbows, and this perhaps gave them an indication that they had broken me as a moment later my gag and blindfold were taken off. I blinked and got my eyes used to the light, taking in that we were back in the trees around the ruins, but I did not look around at the men. I stared straight ahead of me, just waiting. A cock was pressed back into me, and I gave a slight moan as, despite the use and abuse I had experienced and how sore my hole was by this point, there was still a definite sense of what I can only call relief at being filled again. I took the fuck without complaint, and actually squeezed around his cock as he slammed in a final time and unloaded in me. I did the same as all the other men followed suit, never once turning my head to see who these guys were. Somewhere in the corner of my mind, voices were screaming at me to try to stop this, to try to remember that I’m partnered up and planning to have a family, and that this was a repeated act of violence being perpetrated on me, but by this point a deeper, perhaps long-repressed version of me had emerged. I had gone into something of a trance I suppose, but was broken out of that when one of the men suddenly appeared next to me, also bent over the rock. I turned to look at him as I was being fucked, noticing he couldn’t have been more than 25, and watched as he grimaced through his own penetration. He did not utter a sound throughout though, and when the man behind him slammed in a final time and then withdrew, the younger guy just stood up and disappeared out of my field of view. A moment later a stocky older man with a bushy moustache took his place and was also fucked by one of the others, all while the rest of them continued to use me. The light faded as my gangbang continued, with several of the men having also taken a turn bent over on the rock next to me. I concluded this must be a gang or something, but did not know if they all got fucked or if there was some kind of hierarchy within the group. I found myself wondering how many other men had experienced what I was going through, and whether it was just tourists they targeted. I also didn’t know whether I was still going to be kidnapped and held for ransom, but I was starting to think that maybe that wasn’t going to be the case. Perhaps they would finally expend their sexual energies, and then dispose of me to become just the latest in a long list of Westerners who had disappeared without trace, or maybe I was going to be set free after all this. I got my answer long after it had got dark, when the blindfold was suddenly put back on me and I was re-gagged while the last of them finished off inside me. I was then hauled off the rock and quickly re-tied at the wrists and ankles, before being lifted up by several hands and carried off. It seemed like ages, but eventually I was unceremoniously dumped on the ground. I felt the restraints at my wrists being loosened, and then the sound of all the men running away. When it had gone quiet I managed to get my blindfold off with my still-tied hands, realising I was back at the shelter where this had all started. There was some dim light from a nearby lamp, so I could just about make out what I was doing as I wiggled my hands and used my teeth to finally get one wrist free, making it possible to get the gag out of my mouth and then untie the rest of the binds. I was free, and the men were long gone. The bike was still there at the end of the path, and miraculously the torn shorts I was wearing still had everything I had set out with in the pockets, so I was able unchain the bike to cycle back. I had to do the whole thing standing up on the peddles as I was too sore to sit on the saddle, and closer to my hotel I wore out and got off to walk the bike the rest of the way. When I got back, the old man at the reception desk nodded to me as I staggered in, and I detected a smirk as I glanced back at him before starting the climb up the stairs. Did he know? Had he been part of this somehow? Was he possibly even one of the gang that had spent the day fucking me? Or was he just amused by the state I was in? I managed a shower, gently probing around my gaping, abused hole a bit to feel the damage, before collapsing into the bed and passing out. I had feverish dreams all night, waking in a sweat more than once, and was therefore very slow to get going the next morning. An older lady was at the reception when I checked out, but once again I just had a sense that she knew something. What had I got into by coming here? It was a relief when I got back to the city and returned the car to the hire place around the corner from my aparthotel. I slept a little more soundly in my temporary home, and the next day started the process of trying to act normally as I got back on with work. However, as the days of that week went on, a nagging desire got stronger and stronger. I couldn’t deny it as hard as I tried: I wanted to be fucked again, and I wanted it to be anonymous and raw. All it took was a couple of beers with colleagues after work on the Friday, and my inhibitions had been sufficiently lowered to do something about my predicament. That night, and for so many more during my remaining time in Mexico, I was to be found bent over in a cruise club taking whatever came my way. Three days after I got home, I woke up with a fever. My partner tended to me through the delirium that followed, and sat by my side in the doctor’s office a week later as I was given the news that I had tested positive. He saved his rage until we were back home, refusing to believe that any version of what I told him was true. He was acting out of fury as he threw accusations my way, and yet everything he was saying did actually now ring true in some way. I had been subjected to what was undoubtedly a prolonged sexual assault, and yet it had awoken something in me that I knew I could not suppress again. I felt strangely liberated, even as my partner’s vitriol went from strength to strength, and found myself zoning out and starting to wonder if my pozzing had been at the hands of the gang or one of the many anonymous hook-ups in the clubs of Mexico City. Jump forward to today, and my career has actually advanced significantly since the success of the Mexican operation’s commencement. My partner of course kicked me out, and in his anger and betrayal he made sure our friends and families knew the truth about me. That set forth something of a mass desertion by people I thought I had been close to, but now that I am without the same social responsibilities to occupy most of my weekends and evenings, I am free to live my new life. That life involves cock. Any cock. All cocks. There isn’t one I won’t ride, and no load I won’t take. Hook-ups at home or a guy’s place, clubs, saunas, public toilets, alleyways, parks, beaches… Anywhere, anytime, you can find me and my biohazard tramp stamp swallowing up as many loads as possible. I’m 45, apparently handsome, in the best shape of my life, and a proud poz cumdump. But what excites me most is that I’m being sent back to Mexico to oversee the rollout of our latest system upgrade in the office there. I’ve already secured some time off during my stay, and I know just where I’ll be aiming to spend it…

I find it hard to imagine fucking a hole that I haven't had my mouth on--with my tongue as deep as possible...

Rimming is a must for me...Nothing sexier than a hairy hole winking at me, begging for my tongue. As I'm rimming, I will go back and forth between the hole and the mouth. Ass to mouth is so erotic. I rarely use lube so I'll spend a long time eating a man out, relaxing his hole but especially getting a lot of my saliva in there. Once we are fucking I will frequently pull out, get my tongue in there again making sure he is continuously wet, then kiss again sharing with the bottom so he can taste what I'm tasting. Once I cum , if I'm really turned on I'll felch what I just shot and snowball by seed with the bottom. No cleanup. Sperm is where it should be...inside the man and no cleanup of lube

I love to rim although I am a little bit picky about it. I think I am good at it. At least that is what bottoms tell me. Maybe they might be lying about it but I don't think so. I like rimming almost as much as I love fucking male ass. Strangely enough while I enjoy eating female pussy I have never rimmed a lady's ass. Maybe I should try it just to see how they react. When it comes to guys I absolutely love making out with a hot ass before I fuck it. If there is a load or three in said ass already it is a bonus. My tongue slips right in and there is nothing in the world better than the taste of cum and ass together. Just typing this has my dick rock hard. I really need a piece of ass, the wife (in name only) is gone for a while so I am on the hunt starting tomorrow.

Sao Paulo - porn movie theater. I have seen two guys, very emaciated taking loads from guys after guys without condom

you know what my suggestion would be... So... 🦠☣️

kinda difficult to reconcile the proud pig status with stealthing - if one is proud of a poz status, why not just be open about it.

Yes, but I won't stealth

I've done 18 in eight hours. I suppose that number ranks me somewhere at the "bottom" of the list but it was fun. Ah, if only I could go back to that day. Mid-afternoon, guys on their lunch breaks, guys just getting "off" from work at 5pm, plus the ever attentive staff at that bathhouse in Fort Lauderdale. One guy was actually sweeping the floor when he happened to see a rather "relaxed" Ellentonboy with his door open.......those were the days. He took his break early, just to spend some time with me. Funny the brush used to sweep the floors was propped up against the door after he shot his load.....almost a sign of true dedication from an employee, he never abandoned his equipment or duties.

Once I became poz in 2016 I became a total bottom cumslut! One night after partying at the gay club and taking 4 loads there in the darkroom I went to the sex club across the street. I stripped down to just a jockstrap and climbed up on the fuck horse. With my cunt already filled with 4 loads, guy after guy started taking turns on my ass. Over a 2 hour period I ended up taking 20 loads in my sloppy slut hole! So 24 loads total which is still my record today.

Had a free evening so texted if he was up for a second round and bingo, he was ready! Popped up and had a quick repeat of our lunch session, this time a bit longer session and we both dumped 2 loads and I left satisfied. it's fun to find good chemistry with hookups!

To all the tops out there, if you rim me good for 10 minutes my hole is yours to fuck or do anything you want to anyway you want to do it. I also love to make out with a really nice hole. I think of it as practicing my french kissing.

Let’s see if I remember the one that started it all… Cruising a well-known scenic overlook near my home on I-91 in VT. 2 other guys in 2 cars, each sitting on his own car looking at the night sky with our dicks in our hands. Out of nowhere state trooper (state cops are in much better shape than the local police) pulls up, blocks our exit, shines his lights on us. Takes us one at a time to sit in his front seat while he writes loitering tickets. I’m the last and he asks me about my NH State Legislature plates (my mom’s car) and I act all contrite, just visiting family, rarely ever visit, etc. He ends up chatting me up about random shit until he lets me go with a warning. He gets out of his car with me, stands in front of his car, headlights on, back to the light and proceeds to whip his dick out and piss a long time. I’m standing 5 feet away to his left so his dick is hidden in shadow but his piss stream is catching the bright light, looking like neon. He shakes it off and turns towards me before stuffing it back into his fly. Doesn’t zip up before he gets back in his car. Leaves me standing there, mouth hanging open, probably drooling, frozen in place. He drives away and I’m left contemplating whether I should suck up his piss puddle from the hard gravel. (I ended up wetting my fingers and smelling and tasting them)

To the O.P.s'. question: I think we social/cultural "outcasts" need to be sure to be inclusive of everyone in the bathhouses (or any other queer sexual venues). I wouldn't want to fuck one, but I surely would talk to them, do what I can to embrace their presence. I know I'm an oddity, but - I've never cared much for women in general, and certainly not sexually. If we want/believe in "inclusiveness" (meaning we plain old regular gay guys), then we need to express inclusiveness in our own behavior, and to all our brothers (and sisters) at the very least.

I started young in the early nineties and rarely ever had a condom in me. I was basically completely bb and playing with much older guys. By the time I graduated high school (1999) I had already had a bunch of STIs but never contracted HIV. I even was having sex for money my senior year and the summer following. So I survived the 90’s as a raw bottom.

I have been fucked bareback since i first started 50+ years ago. The number of condoms that have seen the inside of me i could probably count on my hands. At most hands and a couple of toes. I have been fucked by poz guys but it never took. Why i am still negative, i have no idea.

Matt was dreaming, a pound sensation happening over and over again. He could feel his cock swell and harden in his dream-like state. He fantasized about taking raw cock. He imagined his teammates like Bryan, a soccer stud and football god, holding him down, forcing him to take his cock. He picture Diego, a hot latino buddy of his with a lean body and tan skin, shoving his cock into his mouth, forcing Matt to gag on his uncut latino dick. This dream was making Matt's cock swell. Next his teammates morphed into different versions of themselves. Bryan had pierced nipples and a pierced cock, sporting a big scorpion tattoo on the side of his abdomen, sweet dripping down his abs as he forced Matt to take his cock balls deep. Matt knew he was fantasizing about Bryan being poz, a leather cockring around his 7 inch cock. Likewise, Diego sported a big biohazard tat just above his cock and below his hairless, perfect abs. He looked gaunt and leaner than Matt had remembered. Fuck this was a hot dream, Matt thought. Feeling Bryan forcing his poz cock into his tight hole as Diego shoved his cock down his willing throat. Slowly the fucking became more intense, Matt feeling the momentum ripple through his whole body, like he was quickly swinging back and forth, almost like a hammock. He felt a pinch on his nipple, causing Matt to slightly open his eyes, seeing darkness. Slowly the sound of moaning flooded into his consciousness. It sounded like a group of men all fucking, sucking, gagging on cock. A thick black cock appeared before his eyes, slowly forcing its way into his mouth. Reflexively, Matt opened his mouth, allowing the 9 inch cock to enter his mouth and slide down his throat. His concentration on the black cock was broken by his body being slammed forward, forcing him to bob up and down on the cock. Opening his eyes wider, he was eye level with the torsos of at least five guys. Confused, in a moment of panic, he choked on the cock in his throat and tried to lift his head. "Well, looks like Matt is finally wake," Matt heard Trent's familiar voice say. A few men laughed. Matt, the evening rushing back to him, slowly realized who he was with. "Most everyone showed up why you were passed out on G, fag. These are my poz breeding brothers." Matt, eyes adjusting to the darkness, made out that there was at least 8 or 9 guys in the room with him. A muscular latino with a big cock and an emaciated look continued pounding Matt's hole without interruption. Matt couldn't help but think that this guy must be in the late stages of AIDS. His cheeks were prominent on his wasted face, without an ounce of fat on his body. Seeing that, knowing that his poz load may well be lethal caused Matt's hole to tighten up on his cock, hoping to squeeze out the toxic cum he was quickly becoming addicted to. "You passed out from a little to much G, baby," Trent continued, "so we carried you over to a sling room, getting you positioned for everyone to fuck you. You must have taken at least a dozen toxic loads by now." Matt could feel his hole, the soreness now coming to his attention, as the latino guy came in him and an older daddy taking his place within seconds. He felt the older man pulling on his jockstrap. Matt wonder when they had slipped that back on him. He could still feel the cockring he had on early squeezing his limp T dick. He began moaning louder as the daddy fucking him began to thrust faster and faster, the pain in Matt's hole increasing with the onslaught. He felt someone place a bottle in his hand, knowing it was poppers. He held it up to his nose, inhaling deeply, feeling his hole respond by sucking in the cock that was fucking him. "Hit it again," Trent commanded. Matt inhaled, his hole feeling nice and loose, his face flushed. "Again," Trent said. Matt inhaled strongly again. His head beginning to swim from the lack of air and the effects of the poppers. "Again," and Matt dutifully obeyed, his breaths becoming swallower and faster as he attempted to get some air. "Keep going," Trent commanded again, Matt's head rushing and his hands shaking. Someone took the bottle before he spilt it, with Matt barely noticing. He didn't even feel the extra few fingers that had invaded his hole along side the older daddies cock. God, Matt thought, he had never felt so loose before. The older man pulled his cock out after a few more minutes of fucking him, presumably having blasted his DNA all over over Matt's guts. He walked over to Matt's head, forcing him to suck the cum covered cock clean. Matt tasted it, the cum covered cock, a mixture of all the toxic loads that had been dumped in him. He could feel the warmth of the cock, hot from having been buried in his rectum just seconds ago. He even taste a hint of blood, mixed with another flavor. "Fuck," the older man moaned, "this slut loves ass-to-mouth. How does your boypussy taste?," he asked. Matt moaned a muffled yes the best he could, the cock hitting the back of his throat, Matt trying his best to suppress his gag reflex. He noticed his hole was empty and he desperately wanted a cock to fill it. His wish was fulfilled a second later by a random black guy he hadn't seen before. "Fuck," Matt thought, "his cock is fucking thick." It was hurting Matt as much as it felt good, but he was so desperate to get fucked, he wasn't going to say a word. Out of the corner of his eyes he noticed Trent, a small camcorder in hand, filming Matt's corruption on camera. Dan seemed to be filming something similar on his phone. Trent saw Matt looking. "You ready to be a pornstar boy?" "MMhhmmm" Matt moaned, cock in his mouth. The thought of being exposed online got him so hard, his hole tighten around the cock in his hole. Trent got close in with the camera. The cock in Matt's mouth taken out. Trent leaned in, focusing the camera on Matt's face. "You ready for another toxic load faggot?" "Yes sir," Matt replied in a moaning, whiney voice the jock stud would have never have sounded like only 24 hours ago. "Are you ready to take another HIV+ load in your hole?" "Yes sir, please. I want more poz cum." "How old are you boy?" Trent asked for the camera. "18" "And your still in high school?" "Yes sir. Jefferson high school." "What's your name?" "Matt. Matt... Pierson." Matt couldn't believe he was admitting this on cam but it made him hornier and hornier. The meth was making him lose all his inhibitions. His limp tina cock was calling the shots now, and it was telling Matt to expose himself as the AIDs whore he was. "Say hi to your mom and dad," Trent prompted, a sinister smile on his face. He zoomed in on Matt's face. "Hi mom and dad," Matt said smiling meekly at the camera, slightly ashamed but mostly aroused. "Do you know who is fucking how?" Trent asked him. "No sir, I've never met any of these men before." "And what are they wearing for protection?" "Nothing, it's all bareback." "And you wanted that?" Trent questioned him again. "Yes sir." "And you know what we all have?" "Everyone is poz sir. They have HIV+ and I've been taking their loads all night." "That's right faggot. You've been turned into a hole, a cumdump taking loads from complete strangers, poz strangers." Trent panned the camera over to Matt's hole, to get a perspective of Matt taking raw cock. He watched the cock slide in and out of Matt's hole. The hole remained gaping open, it's edges red and puffy from being fucked for hours. Cum dripped out of his open hole, cum making the bands of his jockstrap wet. A pool of cum and lubed pooling in the low point of the sling.Trent kept Matt's face in frame the entire time. Trent asked Matt, "And who do you want to become poz from your school? Who do you want to fuck you?" Without thinking, Matt responded, "Diego, Bryan, Chris, Louis, my soccer teammates." "And what has turned you into a cumdump whore? What drug?" "I've slammed crystal meth, tina, all night." Dan, ready for the prompt, got the gear ready, going over to Matt and tying off his arm. Holding the point up to the camera. Trent, finding the perfect angle, continued filming. On camera, you saw the point go into Matt's arm, the scarlet color of his blood when the plunger was pulled back. Slowly, Dan pushed the plunger in, Matt's face becaming red. Matt coughed, the rush pervading his body for the third time in a day. "How does it feel?" Trent asked. "I feel like a fucking god! I feel so good. I want to get fucked hard, by more poz cock." His eyes went wide, guys switched positions, another cock feeling his hole. Trent handed the cam to Dan and started preparing for their next activity. Guys continued to come and leave, the crowd a little less then earlier, when Matt was just waking up from his G overdose. Trent pulled a rag out of his bag, spraying Maximum Impact on it. He knew Matt could tolerate a heavy dose. Going over to Matt, he managed to tie it around his head, knowing it would force him to inhale through the cloth. Matt, letting Trent control him, accepted the cloth without question. He could smell the chemical scent of it, quickly feeling its affects. He felt like his surroundings were becoming mute, a sensation of being underwater. He could feel Trent fingering his hole, sticking in all for fingers with no resistance. Trent tuck in his thumb, slowly working it in. Slowly moving it in and out, his knuckles making a bit of forward progress each time. He could hear Matt moaning in pain, knowing that each breath was taking him more and more out of it. Fast enough, he felt Matt's hole give way, his hand becoming sucked in up to the wrist, feeling Matt surrounding his hand with his hole. "God," Trent thought, "my fag is perfect. I'm going to love training him over the next couple of months." Dan continued filming, catching ever second of Matt's descent into depravity, his complete loss of innocence. Trent could't help but smile, thinking about what a hot video this evening would make. Knowing that it would be the tool to form Matt into the poz cumdump he was meant to be. Trent continued working his hand out, feeling the hole push him out. Again, he started pushing in, feeling the hole grasping his hand. Matt, head spinning and feeling lightheaded, felt Trent's hand invading his hole. It felt so intense, feeling him up each time he entered, the pain worth every second of that wonderful feeling. How could it fill so fantastic to have a hand in him? He could feel it pressing on his bladder, his prostate. Trent was going faster, stretching his hole, lube and toxic cum plopping out with each withdrawal of Trent's hand. Suddenly, Matt felt Trent hitting this spot, stimulating a spot in Matt that made his dick go wild. Before he realized it, Matt noticed that he had pissed him, drenching his jock in the few places left that hadn't been drenched by cum or sweat. It was the last thing he distinctly remembered from the rest of the evening, fists still forcing their way in and out of his hole, cocks entering his mouth and hole, random men dumping their poz seed in him. Trent smiled, happy to see his faggot totally blissed out, taking fists and cocks without resistance. In one evening he had transformed a neg stud boy into a filthy faggot full of dirty toxic seed. He knew that when Matt woke up the next day that he'd be conflicted, still not totally convinced of what he had done. Trent knew that the crash from his high would also leave him feeling weak and vulnerable. Trent knew he would have to coach him through it the first time, taking care of him, making sure he didn't run off to his parents or the emergency room, desperately hoping PEP could still save him. After a few more hours, Trent and Dan helped Matt down from his sling, helping him walk back through the building, out a back exit and to the car. Matt was still in just his jock, cum, sweat, and piss covering his body. Dan and Trent had changed already, looking like the clean cut guys they held themselves out to the world to be. They chatted, talking about meeting up the next day. While Matt was sleeping off his crash, he and Dan would edit the footage they had taken tonight, getting it ready to put online. Trent smirked, so happy to have the footage he had taken tonight. He knew it would be the ace in the hole he needed to convince Matt to accept his new lot in life as a cum dump poz whore. Dan helped load Matt in the car, laying him down in the back and then taking off. Trent got in the in the car, picking up his phone. He saw Dan had been sending him messages with pictures of Matt taking cock, slamming, and being used as a poz cumdump. Smiling, he pick up Matt's phone, sending some of his favorites to it. He began flipping through the contacts, eventually coming across a Bryan, Chris, Louis and a Diego. Creating a group text, Trent selected some of his favorite photos to send to the studs Matt had lusted for earlier. Trent had no idea how this would play out for Matt, but he was getting off on the prospect of outing Matt to his teammates. Hitting send, Trent put down the phone, started his car, and headed for home with his new fag passed out in the bag, leaking toxic cum from his hole and freshly outed to his teammates.

Just wow. following the previous 2 encounters with Rob & Dean, they planned a third. We made the plans to meet and they made the details very vague, replying to my questions only with "don't worry how many arrives, prepare for a night of fun" so I did just that, around lunch I started prepping myself with saltwater cleanse and got my hole squeaky clean for anything it might be getting, and since my partner said he couldn't join us due to work, I got a load from him to pre-lube my hole, got an Uber and arrived to their place around 5pm. My only instructions were to arrive, let myself in, strip, get on my knees and were a blindfold that they prepared for me, then someone will come and take me to the play area. So I did just that, I entered and was alone, stripped, on my knees, put on the blindfold and waited till I heard footsteps coming towards me, no words were spoken and I was just lifted by 2 men and was carried downstairs, i started hearing voices, men talking and cheering as I was brought to the room till I was placed on a sling, had my hand and legs tied and then I heard Rob announce: "this slut is here for us to use, he can take it all so have fun". my cock shot up and I was almost shivering from the excitement, not knowing how many men are going to use me or how lol. they suddenly all went silence and I heard them getting closer till I felt the warmth of bodies standing next to me. then I felt hand all over me, face, body, cock, ass, I was touched everywhere, like I was being explored till someone strayed probing my hole with fingers, feeling the wetness inside me and asked "how many loads you got slut?" I answered that just the 1 and in desperate need for more! "don't worry, you'll have a cunt full of loads you'll be leaking for a week after we're done with you!" then it began, poppers were placed in my nose and I inhaled about 10 huffs they gave me before it was taken and a cock was shoved in my mouth while another was pushing in my hole, first it was just a tease to with the cockhead but then it went all the way till I felt the pubes on my skin. Game on! This started the rough fucking my hole while I was sucking all the cock I was given, till the guy fucking me announced he was going to load me and I felt him buried deep in me and shooting a super hot load in me. then, it was blur, one by one I was fucked by all the men there, I loss count but each and every one of them fucked hard, had nice cocks ranging from normal to enormous till I felt a familiar cock and heard my partner saying "you didn't think I'd miss an opportunity to see you getting used by over 20 men?" Wow! Knowing how many men are there and having my partner there with me got me into overdrive and I just begged them to use me hard! My partner kept plowing me and showing the rest how hard I can take his 11" thick monster before he shot his load and then he was replaced by Rob's 11" equal that was fucking my hole just as hard. 20 something loads later they were done with round 1 and was taken off the sling to a mattress, where I was instructed to sit on an cock that was laying there and I began riding him with my sloppy cummy hole, it felt amazing and soon after I felt a second cock pushing into my hole and so a double penetration session began, fucked by 2 at a time by all of them, changing all sort of combinations while sucking the cocks to clean, tasting the cum and my ass juices till Dean was giving me his cock, asked if I was thirsty and I knew exactly what he mean, I nodded yes and immediately started feeling a warm stream of piss in my mouth, while I was still being fuck hard! It was a bit hard not to spill a drop but I managed and then quickly replaced by another giving me another piss load! I was in piggy heaven!!! When they all finished fucking my hole like that and coming a second load in my gaping hole I was laid on my back on the mattress with my legs up and then I felt someone starting to piss on my hole before shoving it in me continuing to fill me with piss before he started fucking me hard while I felt piss started to drench me from the men standing next to us, pissing all over me. when the guys pulled out from my hole it was replaced by a hand that slid right in, my hole was already so opened and slick with more than 40 loads + piss load that I just felt it all sloshing in me while the fist was playing with it. poppers were placed in my nose again and a fist session began, I was drenched in piss, smelling like cum and sweat and I was loving it, the energy in the room was mesmerizing and I couldn't stop. it went on for a while and I was fisted, fucked and loaded more and more by all the men there, from time to time I heard my partner commenting on what a good slut I am, Rob and Dean the hosts that kept edging me on to take all the men that they invited, calling me a cumdump whore that will take any cock all I could do is moan like a bitch around the cock that was filling my mouth to clean. this entire session went on for hours and hours, I was fucked in any position, back on the sling, spit roasted on all 4, on a fuck bench, even in the air as I was held by a bull of a man with a beautiful cock, must've been 10" and then another was pushing in, they were double fucking me like I was just a piece of meat and I was loving it! then they began to leave, after dumping their load in me I could hear them saying goodbye to the hosts, thanking my partner all while disregarding me which only turned me on even more. Suddenly the blindfold was taken off and I saw my partner, rob and dean standing next to me smiling and still hard and telling me I took total of 31 men tonight, 102 loads that was marked on a board after every load that was dumped in my cunt, no to mention the 3 loads that I shot handsfree while I was pounded by all the men. heaven! they wanted one last load so I was placed in the sling, my hole was just leaking cum and basically a completed mess as they fucked me hard and fast, dumping their loads in me, then giving it to me to clean and when they were done, I was plugged by a huge plug to keep it all in, I could feel the cum sloshing in me as I stood up and we went to take a quick shower all of us together. I just put on my jock and kissed them all goodbye, thanking them for a wonderful time as my partner walked me to our car and we drove home, that was when I looked at the clock and it was 6am! I was being used for 12 hours straight and it was just fucking amazing. when we got home we went straight up to our bedroom, I stripped and crashed on the bed with my partner telling me how proud he is of me taking it all, seeing how happy I was during the session. We kissed and I just fell asleep in his arms, I was exhausted. a happy piggy, cum filled, ruined hole. To sum it all up: 31 men 105 loads Till next time 😉

Posting from this guys kitchen in between round 2, but the last 3 months ive been absolutely addicted to breeding this server who lives in my apartment complex. 6' tall, lanky awkward redhead with an uncut cock and a little bubblegum pink hole I can't keep my dick out of. He moved in with his bf of 3 years whos a 2/10 and works night shifts at a hotel lobby. Initially it was just a lot of teasing, then handjobs and blowjobs. Every night we'd curl upon his couch and suck each other dry for a few weeks. Eventually I laid him back and ate him. Probably the best ass ive ever eaten I think. Getting him to fuck was annoying and took forever but I made it happen. I even got him to bareback, just promised I'd cum outside. (Still worth it) the first time was amazing. So tight, so wetp. I spent 2-3 days glazing his ass with my semen Eventually he said we had to quit and kept bringing up his boyfriend, "we shouldn't bareback", etc... Still got him legs up a few more nights after that taking my dick like I wanted, but by the weeks end he made more excuses and finally said he didn't have any lube so I asked to use his bathroom and couldn't find any. I did manage to find a small thing of Vaseline though, and convinced him to at least jerk off with me one last time He didnt really want to, but eventually I got a few fingers in him and asked if I could just put the head in one last time. Push push push and pretty soon i had my cock back deep in his guts like usual. Since I thought it was the last time I tried breeding him without giving it away but he could feel the load. Wasnt really upset though since we both basically came at the same time and I told him his ass was " just this last time" Now its not even a question and we fuck almost every other night. I got him to admit he likes how it feels when a guy cums inside, so now he just lays back or on his side and let's me pump it in him. Usually we just lay in bed and play some animal crossing until he sees I'm getting hard again. Then he just pumps my dick a few times and lifts his hips a little so I can breed him all over again. Idk if his bf can tell but I'm kind of stretching him into a pussy too. He gapes WIDE after the first load and I can usually see it inside him every time. Theres no more convincing or anything now, and some nights he lubes me hard and rides me himself. Fun.

I am a Paramedic, and have always been turned on by other guys, even though a lot of females flirt with me, especially the hospital nurses. I must be reserved especially when in the fire house with the other guys, which most act they are homophobic. At least the bunk room is split, so the EMS personnel won't disturb the firefighters due to the number of calls we receive in a 24 hour shift. We got a call for a medical transport of an HIV patient to the DC Hospital NIH (National Institute of Health). This was a medical transfer from a regular nursing home, to this specialized facility due the fact the patient, was actually an AIDS patient and apparently not responding to medical therapy and this was going to be a last chance effort to get him stabilized. No one wanted to ride in the patient compartment with the patient, scared the close proximity would be contagious. I took this opportunity to get an education. Of course precautions were in place, both myself and the patient had masks on, and I was gloved up as well. The patient was to have EKG monitored during the trip along with an IV drip. The ride was going to be approximately 1 1/2 hour due to the heavy traffic during a rush hour commute. Once the trip began, my patient, which I will call Ken, was very talkative, and soon I had him comfortable and relaxed. He told me he had developed AIDS about 10 months prior, and was in a long care nursing home for treatment, but knew he was on the terminal list. During our ride, I confided in him that I was gay but not out of the closet, and needed to be discreet. He said he had not had a lover in over a year, but never regretted being gay, and his only release was when he could jack off. I told him that he was a cute guy and I could see how he probably didn't have trouble getting a lover when he was in his prime. He reached out from under his blanket which covered him in the cot, to pat my leg and thank me. I reached out to take and hold his hand when he did this to give him some comfort. He commented about the all the precautionary steps taken to keep him isolated, but it did make him feel like the plague victim. I then removed my glove to hold his hand and removed his gloved hand as well, so we could be skin to skin. I had been reading stories on BreedingZone and they always turned me on. I knew i was negative, but gay, and still horny. He said it gave him a little rush that I removed my gloves to touch him, and he thanked me and said it actually made his cock stir. The Medic Unit was an enclosed compartment, with only an intercom connecting the driver with the patient area, and the windows were treated dark so you no one could see in from the street. WHen he told me he had gotten excited, I lifted the blanket to check him out and to see if he had an erection. Of course when I did this, it excited him even more and he began to get hard. I reached out with my bare hand and took hold of his growing cock. He said it had been such a long time since anyone had touched him. I gave him a compliment of his size and girth as his cock grew. Our talk was just about at whisper level since we didn't want the driver to hear us. I told him it turned me on too to have his cock grow in my hand, which was about 9 inches and the width of a cardboard tube on a paper towel roll. He and I had our eyes locked together as I slowly stroked his cock..and he told me he would not last long if I kept that up. We both had pulled down our masks so we could see each other more clearly. He asked if i was scared I would catch his AIDS, and I told him not to worry, I can make my own decisions. He told me he was extremely turned on by me and my tender care. I guided his hand up my leg so he could touch my cock and see how hard I was . I knew we had at least and hour more of our transport, so I open my pants and let them slide down to my ankles and let him stroke my cock. (I figured it was only fair since I had his hard cock in my hands as well) I figured, when a person is on death row in a prison, they give him a last meal, so here my patient was basically on death row in a hospital setting, and going to his final place to die, so why not give him some final release. My precum was flowing, and he would put his fingers to his mouth and lick it off, telling me how sweet it tasted. When he took the next scoop of my precum in his fingers, and began to raise them to his lips, I stopped his arm and directed his fingers into my mouth and sucked them clean. His cock jumped and precum began flowing out of his cock. With his two fingers in my mouth, and our eyes locked to each other, he hooked his fingers behind my teeth and began to pull me closer to his face. WHen he removed his fingers, I kept moving closer and I kissed his lips, and our mouths opened and we frenched kissed for about a 3 minute continuous passionate kiss. When we broke our kis, I remained close to his face as he whispered to me..."Oh fuck !" my hand had not left his hard cock as I stroked it...and I leaned down and put his hard cock into my mouth and began to suck him. He began moaning, and his had reached from my cock to my ass cheeks and began rubbing and touching my hole. I was so turned on by this, I wanted more, much more. He was now very hard and his precum walk flowing like a slow leak of a water pipe. I grabbed his hard that was on my ass, and moved his hand so he could touch his precum that was a steady flow from his cock, then when his fingers were covered, I moved his hand and wet fingers back to my ass which he proceeded to push into my tight ass. Again, he moaned.."Oh fuck" and I looked him in the eyes and told him I am game for it. Since we were in a back up, and traffic was moving in a crawl, I unhooked his seat belts and turned my ass around and backed up to him, and he turned onto his side so his cock was pointing to my ass. As soon as i felt the tip of his cock touch my ass, it was like fireworks. I arched my ass back as I felt his lubed up cock begin to enter my ass. He grabbed my hips and pulled me back onto him as his cock slid up into my ass to his balls. We sat still for a bit, and I moaned for him to fuck me. I squeezed my ass cheek muscles and he said he better pull out, because he was going to cum soon. I told him to put it in me and to poz me up....next thing I felt was his cock twitching in me, and about 12-15 huge squirts of his toxic seed was shooting deep into my ass. We stayed still for a about 4 minutes, with him still inside of me, since our traffic jam ham come to a complete stop, I didn't want the extra movement to raise suspicion with my partner that something was going on. I turned my face to look back at him, and he whispered "thank you". I told him it my pleasure too...then we began to make out again for what seemed to be about along 15 minutes, and until traffic began to move again. When I pulled off of his cock, most of his load remained up in my ass, but a glob did fall onto his leg. I leaned over and sucked it up. I pulled up my pants and readjusted myself...and knelt on the floor to be closer to Ken...and we began to make out again for the trip. Before we arrived at the hospital, I gave him another blow job and he came in my mouth in which I swallowed. When we dropped him off and took him up to his room, I purposely left the clipboard on his night stand as we moved him over to his permanent bed. When my partner returned to out unit, I commented I left the clipboard, and needed to run back up and get it. The nurse was just coming out of his room when I got there, so when I went inside, I went over to his bedside and asked him to meet me in the bathroom. I helped him and guided his IV pole, as we entered the restroom. I moved his robe out of the way as I dropped my pants and asked him to fuck me again. He got rock hard again and with his precum dripping again, and the huge cum load he put up in me already, I was pretty lubed up to take him again. I leaned over the sink as he fucked me deep and hard...the noise of the squishy cum in my ass was a turn on for us both. HE moaned he was going to cum again so i asked where he would want to put it? He moaned back in me again to breed me with his DNA....I moaned back, "Yes, give me it". Ken had passed away a week later after I visited him one more time, he was too weak to go to the restroom, but we made out and I gave him one more blow job and swallowed his cum. Even after that, I still did not convert poz. So, now I am still turned on to play with poz guys any chance I get.

Matt quickly changed in the locker room having just finished practicing for the day. He had played soccer since before he could remember, and it had made his body into something incredible. He was toned and muscular from spending his mornings lifting at the gym but leaner than most of his buddies who played football due to all the running he did in practice. Matt loved looking at himself in the mirror, taking shirtless pics of himself. He'd due a set of pushups and then some crunches right before to highlight his chest and abs. He loved how he looked in those pictures. He put a bunch of them online, though all with his head cropped out. He'd put his pics on reddit or on an anonymous tumblr page he had made. He loved seeing the responses. Guys begging for more, asking him for nude pics and for him to show his face. He had responded to a couple of request with some headless nude pics, his cock sticking straight up against his abs. He even posted one of himself in his underwear, with his face showing. It didn't take long before he saw his pic on every other twink or jock-themed tumblr page. At first it freaked him out to be exposed like that, but after a few weeks he realized that either no one from his high school was likely to see it. He got in his car and began his drive home. The route was so familiar to him that he barely needed to focus on it. As usual, Matt started fantasizing. He had known he was gay for years, and had come to embrace it. As soon as he turned 18 he had explored grindr and scruff. Luckily for him, Matt lived right outside of Houston, so it was easy for him to drive into the city for a day where plenty of guys were available. This was a nice setup. It allowed Matt to disappear into the city to find guys to mess around with. It would have been more convenient to just search for guys near his hometown, but Matt wanted to remain discreet about being gay, at least until he went to college the next year. He and some of his buddies on the soccer team had, of course, jerked off in the same room together from time to time, but they all identified as straight. They always watched straight porn. Little did the know that Matt was usually getting of to watching them jerk and not whatever was playing on the computer. Matt pulled into his driveway. As usual, the house was empty. Matt was the youngest of four kids and his sisters and brother were all in college or had jobs. This left him and his parents, who were typically gone on work trips or vacation. Matt enter the house and went up to his room. He got undressed and stepped into the shower. It felt so good to get clean after practice. In addition to being done for the day, it was Friday and Monday was a holiday. This meant no school or practice for three whole days. Matt had already decided what he was going to do this weekend. He had blown off plans with a few of his soccer buddies and lied to Megan, who was always trying to flirt with him, about being out of town for the weekend. Instead of hanging out with friends, he was going to hookup at as much as possible this weekend. And, he was even more excited about the new site he was using. Stepping out of the shower, Matt toweled himself off and looked into the mirror. He could see that his dark blond hair was beginning to get lighter in color from spending so much time outside at practice under the summer sun. That, along with his blue eyes and lean, muscular body made him really popular with the girls at school. Matt definitely like all the attention that brought him. He grabbed his phone and took a few pictures of himself. A few with the towel around his waist, then a few more without the towel. He walked over to his dresser and pulled out a jockstrap. It was a dark blue and white Addicted brand jockstrap that he had order online with a few others. He told his dad he needed them for working out, and his dad even lent him his card to make the purchase. Matt laughed thinking what if his dad really knew what he was using them for. He took a few more pictures in the mirror and finally thought he had enough for his profile. Matt grabbed his laptop and upload the pics from his phone. He was hands were shaking with excitement as he logged on to his new site, bbrt. He put his new pics on his profile, replacing the stand-in he had placed earlier when making the account. Matt was excited about using bbrt. For the past half year using grindr, he had met a lot of hot guys and had some fun times. Always responsible and always with condoms. But he had started noticing that the porn that turned him on the most was bareback. In fact, Matt had noticed that he couldn't get off to porn with condoms. It just came to seem unnatural, artificial and boring. At first, Matt felt guilty, especially after nutting. He knew that bareback was risky. But he figured that it was only porn, right? So as long as he was safe in real life all was good. But he noticed that the initial thrill of hooking up was wearing off as well. It was still fun, but it didn't compare to the first time he had driven into the city and met a sexy college student to fuck for the first time. It wasn't until two months ago that he realized what was missing. He was fucking a guy in his apartment somewhere near 410 when the condom broke. Matt, realizing this, told his fuckbudd, pulled out, and reached for a new condom. But the guy told him to keep fucking him raw. Hearing that sent Matt into overdrive. Fucking bareback, the feeling of his cock raw in a strangers ass, Matt could barely hold back. He lasted for only a few more minutes before blowing his load. From then on, Matt had been exclusively fantasizing about bareback sex. At first the idea steel made him feel anxious. However, he stumbled upon a few site where guys talked openly about fucking bareback and how it was possible to minimize risk. Only fucking with someone you know and trust, monogamy, get tested, prep, etc. This help Matt get past some of his fear. So, he had signed up on bbrt, looking for guys who were neg and on prep. Matt figured if they were on prep, they were protected, meaning so was he. Once that idea took hold, Matt was ready to fuck bareback. He especially wanted to get fucked bareback. Daily practice with a dildo while watching porn had really turned him onto getting fucked. Matt started scrolling through the site, looking for guys. He noticed a lot of sexy daddy types. Something about them got Matt boned. One, who must have been in his fifties, had pierced nipples and a pierced cock. The image of getting fucked by him in his parents bed flashed through his mind and got Matt really fucking horny. He came across some other guys, with a surprising amount of guys in their twenties. Matt didn't think bb had become so widespread. He sent off a few messages before closing his laptop and going downstairs for something to eat. Matt returned around an hour later to find half a dozen messages in his inbox. One guy, TrenT26raw, looked promising. He looked like he could be 30, with dark brown hair and brown eyes. A very clean cut look, with short hair. Profile stating he was "neg + prep." He had a nice variety of photos, one full nude, some of him shirtless, a few fully clothed ones with him and some friends at a bar. He had a couple of tats, one on his arm and another on his chest. He seemed really easy going and laid back. They exchanged numbers and sent a few more pics. Matt sent him some full body ones of himself, naked and in his jock, face smiling at the camera. He sent Matt a few. They started making plans. He could host and was free tonight, which was perfect. Matt quickly hoped in the shower, getting his hole ready. He was shaking from excitement. He decide to wear just a tank, soccer shorts and my jockstrap. He put on some kicks, and was on the road within 10 minutes. On the way over, Matt stopped by an adult bookstore to buy a bottle of poppers, knowing it would help loosen him up. 30 minutes later Matt was at the door, knocking. The door opened up and Matt walked inside.

I used to regularly see a Dom Top who had said before that he'd love to see me getting railed by a friend of his at the gym. One of the things he did was as soon as I got to his place was make me kneel in front of him and said if I submit to him to open my mouth. The first few times it was followed by his dick in my mouth but a later he would push a pill into my mouth and tell me to swallow. I never did feel and effects and he never said what it was except for the last time we met just before he moved to Europe for work it was different. At that meet the beginning was the same; come inside, kneel, submit and swallow the pill but the next thing I remember is waking up hours later. He never said what we did but I have a feeling his friend may have come over.

Agreed. I didn't reference that shameful behavior at all. Was just asking about the "advertising" component.

I love stories that fucks men in more than one way. Especially hypocritical, self righteous cunts like the protagonists father. Keep up the great work 👍

Depends what the day looks like

I'm picky as well about who I rim and I don't do it very often. When I'm being rimmed, I know for sure how clean I am. There may be a load or two there but that's it. When it comes to rimming, just like fucking, some guys are more talented than others. Still, knowing I'm about to have my cakes clapped and get some cream filling, I appreciate any rimming effort.

I got 11 loads (6 oral, 5 in my ass) during a... I think 3-ish hour visit to Steamworks once? Definitely an anomaly. I think I just happened to be one if if not the only bottom there, because I didn't see or hear anyone else fucking, and the cocks just kept on coming.

I often share my boy, Drew’s ass with other men but regularly with my mates Hamish and Steve. Most weekends we open up his hole and pump our loads deep up his ass. I love to feel my buddies freshly shot loads on my cock while I‘m fucking and seeding Drew.

Never shared a story before, but had a hot hookup with a 34 married guy today that I felt like writing down 😛 He hit me up on an app, saying he likes playing together in a shower, sucking cock and getting rimmed and if I'm gentle I can fuck him too (his profile said "safe only"). He even sent a face pic and was actually my type, other than that just some pics of his cock and body, which looked pretty good too. I was feeling very horny even though I just jerked off a load not long ago, so I told him to drop by. He turned out to be a cute short guy with the most amazing bubble butt - I knew I had to get inside that. We got into the shower, he started slowly playing with my cock while I grabbed his ass and gently started working his hole with my finger. He immediately started bending over a bit to give me better access and moaned slightly, causing my cock to just get rock hard. I told him to get on his knees and he sucked me off for a bit with water flowing down our bodies. Finally, I told him to get up and dry off so we can move to the bedroom where I need to taste that ass. The slut immediately got on all fours on the bed and spread his sexy cheeks, giving perfect access for my tongue - it was obvious he had experience and loved getting rimmed. He was quite tight though, so I had to work a bit to get my toungue deeper, but soon enough I had him moaning like a whore and grinding that ass against my face. At this point, I got up, started slapping my cock on his hole and asked "Do you want me to put it in? I have condoms ready", to which he responded "No, just stick it in me" (what a surprise, lol). I grabbed some lube and he was soon backing up on my hard rod. I went slowly at first, since he said he wanted gentle, but I soon saw that he got used to it pretty quick and was picking up the pace himself. That made me even hornier, as married guys often talk how they love getting fucked but then can barely take a cock at a slow pace when it comes to it. He would sometimes slow down a bit to catch a breath, but I could see the whore knew how to take a cock. After a bit I felt I'm getting close and asked "Do you want my load in you?", him "I never had cum in my ass before... (wasn't sure if to believe him at this point, haha) but go ahead". I picked up my pace and was soon breeding his married ass with a hefty load. In the meantime his phone was ringing in the background, which he said after was his kid calling, lol. We went to take a quick shower again, where I played with his hole a bit more, which made him blow his load. He dressed up and said he hopes we could repeat that. He's not local, but I do hope he'll be in the area more often, as I would love to fill that hot ass up with my cum as often as possible.

I’m not very aggressive, so I need for other guys to initiate things. Usually things start off with some guy having me suck them, but I always position myself so my ass is up and exposed to everyone else around for easy access. I have never had a time when someone didn’t come along and slide their dick into me.

Two days after I had planted the seeds of my father’s downfall, literally planted with my cock in his ass, I sat talking to John who had put on 15 pounds since the start of his drug trial and looked healthier than he had in years. “I want to continue my plan but I when I find gays like my dad betraying people just like themselves for power and wealth I am going to do my best to destroy them as thoroughly as I'm destroying my dad. I just can’t forgive that” “A lot of them have to hide who they are. Even you are hiding who you are” John said trying to mollify me “I am only doing that to bring them down” I said “I’m not actively working to make the lives of every gay person worse” He could not argue with that I went into Grandpa's office, my office now I guess and called Brad Guthrie, Grandpa’s best friend and the state leader of the L Party since Grandpa retired from politics fifteen years ago. He picked up immediately “So is this John or little Eliot? The caller ID says Eliot Jordan but he’s been dead for two years now” came the voice from the receiver “It’s Eliot Mr. Guthrie” I said “Though I’m not so little any more. I’m 18 now” “Oh God” He said “Is it about John? I know he’s been sick and I know why” Mr. Guthrie said in a frightened tone. Mr. Guthrie always knew everything about everybody and besides, he and John were close “No, no! He’s fine! More than fine actually!” I said telling him about the drug trial and John’s rapid improvement “Oh thank God!” Mr. Guthrie said and I could hear the genuine emotion in his voice. “Mr. Guthrie, John and I are together now, we are lovers” I said “it happened for the first time on my 18the birthday so there was nothing illegal on John’s part! Please don’t ever think that!” I didn’t hear recriminations or accusations all he said was “If it makes you both happy then I am glad but why are you telling me this?” “Because soon you are going to hear that I joined the R Party and that I’m working on the campaign of my Dad’s Primary opponent and I want you to believe me when I tell you why” Mr. Guthrie was a political genius and he said “You are doing it because Al Kelper would be far easier for the L Party to defeat than your dad would. You are also letting me know so we can put up a serious fight this time. You working against your father publicly within the R Party might just sway things enough. It would be better if we had something concrete on your dad though” “Like pictures of him sucking four different brown skinned cocks?” I blurted out shocked that he figured out that part of my plan that quickly There was silence on the other end of the line and then “You are not serious! Billy Mathas is gay? And with Hispanic men? It’s just not possible!” “I have the pictures and I personally talked to the men” I said keeping the rest of it to myself “I’m going to have an investigative reporter friend contact you. We can time this to come out a week before the primary… of course you and I never discussed this and this phone call never happened, right?” At this point I want to take a step back and say that in our state and particularly our county if you looked at the methods of the R Party and the L Party you probably could not have told them apart. It was what they did once they won that made all the difference. Enough said “What phone call?” I said “Keep me posted El” Mr. Guthrie said and hung up That afternoon I drove to Al Kelper’s campaign headquarters that doubled as his development company's office. I went in the front door and lets just say it was not a beehive of activity. There was no one there. Through an open door I could hear someone moving around so I poked my head through. Al Kelper himself sat going over some papers he looked up and I thought I saw surprise on his face Al Kelper was a man about 40ish, jock type still in shape, blond hair, green eyes nice even features “Hi Mr Kelper I’m…” I started “Oh I know who you are. There is only one person you could be looking so much like your father but with your mother’s hair. You are Eliot Mathas. It’s nice to meet you Eliot “ He said and stood holding out his hand his eyes roaming up and down me and seeming to linger on my crotch I shook the proffered hand and then sat as he indicated a chair and sat back behind his desk “What can I do for you Eliot?” He asked “Well Mr Kelper, as you may know I inherited a lot of money from my Grandfather so I will never have to work. I have decided to dedicate my life to public service and I would like to start by working on your campaign” I said trying to sound a bit nervous He laughed “Billy Mathat’s son working on my campaign. Won’t that get them talking? Oh and call me Al. I always heard you two didn’t get along but this goes above and beyond” “Yeah I pretty much hate the scumbag” I said “I worked for him in the County offices for years and scumbag about covers it. I mean we all make deals that may not be on the up ad up but he doesn’t even try to hide it anymore. People are going to figure out what is really going on!” Al said confirming he was just as big a scumbag he was just more subtle “So can I help out?’ I asked Al looked at me for a minute then rose and went out the door. I could hear him locking the front door and lowering the shades then he came back and sat on the corner of his desk just a few feet from me “I can think of a lot of ways you can help me Eliot” he said and looked directly at my crotch “It looks like your hair isn’t the biggest difference between you two” Was everyone in the R Party secretly gay? Sighing to myself I smiled and stood unzipping my pants and pulling my cock out “You mean this?” I asked and he nodded his eyes locked on my “fresh” young meat “Get on your knees and suck it Al” I said firmly He dropped to his knees with a “Yes Sir!” and dived onto my cock sucking like a starving man. He was good I will admit he had me rock hard in less than a minute then kept me on the edge for so long that when I finally came I saw stars He stood and without me even telling him too he dropped his pants and bent over his desk, The nice thing about R Party guys is they have never even heard of safe sex so I just bent my knees a little and rammed in balls deep. He loved it. I fucked him for over an hour breeding him three times. I made him suck my cock clean then we straightened up the office. When we got back out to the front door and he pulled up the shade two faces looking like younger versions of Al stood there peering in. As Al opened the door one said “You only close up for one reason during the day so we didn’t bother knocking. This one looks worth it. How much did he cost you?” Al flushed but tried to cover “This is Eliot Mathas, Billy Mathas’ son. Eliot these are my twins Calvin and Salvador” “Cal and Sal” They said together “Nice to meet you” I said shaking hands “How much should I have charged him?” I asked with a wicked grin “That depends on who fucked who” Cal said. “I fucked him: I said watching Al turn so red he looked like a blond strawberry $200 at the minimum then probably more” the Sal quipped “Can we not talk about his on the sidewalk?" Al hissed and we all troupe back into the office I liked the twins and from the eyerolls they gave their dad when he said something particularly regressive and a few not so R Party phrases they dripped I got the feeling we might be of similar minds. They had a better relationship with their dad than I did obviously but they did not miss a chance to needle him. He didn’t like it but he never complained. Something was odd here but I had to get home. I had a date with John! The old theater down town. The one that hadn’t been redecorated since Art Deco was in style was screening “The Adventures of Priscilla, Queen of the Desert” and we both wanted to see it. It had come out in Australia last year and was just making it’s way to independent theaters in the States now. The lights dimmed and the curtain [pulled back to reveal the white screen hanging above the stage. The movie started and the story of three drag queens played out and I had a huge boy crush on Adam by the end. It was the first time John and I had been out as a couple. The first time he had been healthy enough. We held hands in the dark and even gave a quick kiss to each other as the movie progressed. He nudged me and pointed out another gay couple doing the same in front of us and I smiled. As the movie came to an end we made our way toward the exit and the couple in front of us went the same way. When we stepped into the isle they turned and we came face to face with Cal and Sal After a moment of shock Sal said “There is an all night diner across the street why don’t we go talk?” The diner was attached to the bus station and was done in the same style as the theater. We took the big corner booth and I introduced my “Uncle John" “Oh we know John” Cal said “He used to date our uncle Greg though we were not supposed to know they were dating” “How is Greg?” John asked “He’s great! He’s on that new drug trial and it’s a miracle! I thought he would have passed by now but he just keeps getting better and better!!” Sal said happily “So is John!” I said excitedly “I thought the same about him. Thank God I have not lost him!” And I grabbed his hand and brought it to my lips kissing his palm, then blushed realizing I had revealed to much “Uncle John huh?” Cal said “You were in that theater kissing your twin brother” I shot back “I don’t think you have much room to talk. Besides, John is not blood related! He just raised me! Oh! That sounded so wrong!” All four of us laughed. I looked at John and he nodded and I knew he trusted these two. We needed friends to keep us sane. So I opened up to them trusting my gut. I told them everything over pancakes and milkshakes. I told them my plan and how far I had gone to make sure I could make it stick. I told them what I had done to my dad and then what I had done to theirs To my surprise they didn’t even blink “If he hasn't caught it already from some call boy he would have sooner or later” Cal said. “One of the things he wants to run on is cutting funding for the drug study that is keeping our uncles alive despite knowing it would kill his own brother. Don't worry. It’s an empty threat because the funding is federal but still. If you want some advice. If you are going to continue fucking our dad to further your plan insist on playing safe from now on. You don’t know what you might catch from him” Then they excused themselves and went to the bathroom together coming back a couple minutes later one sitting next to me and the other scooting aground to sit next to John They each leaned closer to us kissing us gently, then Call said “We want to help and we want you to infect us so we can REALLY help" *************************************************** Next Chapter: A Double Infection Injection Let me know what you think! Scanbu

Absolutely ffantastic story, I’ve read it several times over the years and it still has an amazing effect. So glad that you are continuing to show us how sick and twisted Colt and Austin are. Looking forward to reading more chapters, thank you.

[think before following links] https://truckersucker.com/uploads/videos/thumb/10792/218661528a66e638e18ca1996df3c1e8.mp4 Austin Wolf is one the hottest porn stars in the industry, He always breeds. He bred this boy twice in one session! Fucking Hot!

Part 23 Colt layed on top of me for a minute as his cock leaked the last of his big load into my wet guts. The rank smell of the dirty carpet filled my nostrils which in turn fucked with my head. The smell was sending little jolts to my dick. Colt finally stood up, and using his foot to push my head further into the nasty carpet said, "Don't move faggot!" I didn't move a muscle as I heard him rummage around for a moment before sitting on the bed next to me. I heard the unmistakable sound of a baggie being opened. Colt leaned down next to me and showed me what he had in his hand. It was a shard. And not just a shard, a huge fucking one! It had to be an inch long and fat too. "Ready to get fucked up, bitch?" He taunted me, as he looked into my eyes. Eyes that were pleading for the drug. "You want this piggy? Does daddy's nasty little meth whore want this? Tell me slut. Tell your Master what you want!" "I want it Sir! Please!" I begged him. "Give it to me Sir! I'm your dirty faggot meth whore, Sir! Please fuck me up!" Colt just smiled as he spread my ass cheeks apart and fingered my already sloppy hole a bit. I involuntarily moaned and arched my back, sticking my ass up a bit. "Oh yea whore. Daddy likes that." He purred. "Daddy likes seeing his bitch hungry for things in its pussy. Get on your knees. Keep your head down. And spread your ass open and really beg me, you stupid faggot!" I assumed the position and began pleading. "Please Sir." I whined like a bitch. "Please put it in me. I'm such a worthless faggot. Please get me fucked up. I'm your whore. I'm your property. I'll do anything you want me to Sir. Use me, degrade me, humiliate me. Just please give me that shard!" Colt just laughed his little evil laugh. "Oh don't worry faggot. I'll do anything I want to you regardless. Cause your just my personal fuck toy. You have no say in the matter. But I still love to hear you beg for it." I could feel something placed against my sphincter, and I knew it was the shard. I shivered a bit in anticipation. Then, I could feel Colt pushing it into me. "Hoo boy. That's one hungry pussy! It sucked that shard up like it was starving!" He laughed." I just let out a groan as I started feeling that burning inside my bowels. "Let's find out just how hungry it is!" Colt held down a plug by my face. It took a moment to focus on it as the burning in my guts made my eyes water. But when I did, I saw a toy I hadn't seen before. I whimpered slightly. Colt just laughed. "You like it whore? I bought it special for you." The reason I whimpered was because this was no ordinary butt plug. This one was shaped like a dog's cock. A big one. Almost as long as Colt's cock, but even thicker. And the scariest part was the huge balls that sat at the base. They had to be at least as big around as a fist. I whimpered again. "Don't worry slut. As soon as that meth kicks in your pussy will gobble this right down." He said as he slapped it against my face a few times. "Plus, this will help." He continued as he put a gas mask over my head. In a minute I heard the familiar sound of the torch being lit, followed a few seconds later by my mask filling up with a thick, white cloud. This was soon followed by more clouds, and between them and the booty bump kicking in, I didn't even notice when Colt started pushing the plug up against my hole. But I sure noticed when the flared head was forced past my anal ring and popped into me. I screamed into the mask and Colt laughed. "Oh yea bitch. I bet that hurts. I bet you feel like you're being ripped open. And I bet my whore wants more. Don't you whore?" "Oh yes Sir!" I moaned into the mask. "Give it to me Sir!" Colt began to fuck my ass with the big dog cock plug and I continued to moan like the slut I was. Then he paused for a moment. I felt the tube to the mask moving, then a moment later I was hit with poppers. Strong poppers. It must have been a new bottle. Colt must have stuck a soaked rag in the tube, because all I could breath were poppers. In moments I was flying as the assault on my ass continued. I was moaning and drooling as the drugs did their job, and very soon I felt the balls of the plug pushing against my hole. Colt reached down and wrapped a huge bicep around my neck, pulling me back into him. The other hand pushed on the plug. "Tell me you want it bitch. Tell me you want your methed up pussy plugged!" "Fuck yea!" I moaned, totally lost in being high and Colt's power. "Fuckin do it. Plug me up Sir! DO IT!" Colt just growled and pushed as hard as he could and the thing popped into me. I screamed again as jolts of pain and pleasure rocked my body. He just squeezed my neck with his arm and covered my mouth through the mask with his other. "That's it. That's a good boy. Ride the pain faggot. Embrace it. Know that pain is good. Pain makes me happy. Hurting you makes me happy." "Yes Sir." I moaned as I writhed against him, both my body and brain on fire. My ass kept trying to grind against the huge plug in a desperate attempt to bring some relief. But it only served to heighten my arousal. As evidenced by my rock hard cock. "Ah yes." Colt said as he stroked my hard cock. "My little piggy likes this. He likes it a lot. I knew buying that plug was a good idea. However, we really need to get moving. Now lay down on the bed!" I did as Colt grabbed the ice bucket. Scooping out a handful of ice, he grabbed my hard cock and balls. I yelped from the shock, but it had the desire effect and soon my hardon was gone. Colt wasted no time in getting it locked into the chastity device with the spikes on the inside and a urethral tube. Then he tossed me a white speedo. "Put this on and stand up!" I scrambled into the obviously too small speedo and stood up. I happened to be facing the mirror and got a good look at how obvious my chastity cage was. The white fabric was totally see through. Which I'm sure is what Colt planned. I just stood there as he took a sharpie and wrote on my back. When he finished, he wrote on my upper chest, 'CUMHOLE' with an arrow pointing up to my face. Under that he wrote 'I'M A FAG USE ME!'. He certainly wasn't being subtle. Then he stood behind me and showed me a heavy, link chain with a padlock on it. "Kiss it slave." He told me as he held it up to my lips. I kissed it. "Now beg me to put it on. Beg me to make you my slave forever." My cock pushed against its confines as I begged Colt, "Please Sir. Collar me. Make me your slave forever. I Love you so much Master. I will do anything for you." A wet spot appeared on my speedo as he pushed the padlock shut. "God you're beautiful." He purred as he licked my ear. "You're going to be a very popular whore these next few days. Let's hope your pussy doesn't fall apart." He grabbed some sunscreen and sprayed me all over. "Wouldn't want your pasty white skin getting all burned." He said before leaning into my ear. "Those aren't the kinds of marks I'm planning on leaving." I shuddered as he handed me the spray to do him. When I finished, he asked me, "Do you want to see what I wrote on your back? Not that it matters. I'll do what the fuck I want! I just thought it would give you more food for thought." He turned me around, and even though it was backwards, I could clearly see it read, 'Cumdump Available. 2 holes. Blue Flamingo Motel. Room 49. After 7 pm.' Then, across the top of my cheeks like a tramp stamp, 'CUMHOLE' with an arrow pointing down my crack. "I think that should get the point across." He laughed as he placed a bottle of poppers on a leather string around my neck. "And look how nice your red ass shows through." He said as he rubbed my still burning cheeks. And they sure did. The welts showed right through. Colt pulled on a black speedo and some flip flops, then looked at the beach stuff, then at me. "You don't expect me to fuckin carry that shit, do you slave?" "No Sir." I mumbled as I grabbed the stuff. "Just remember the rules. Now let's go." I opened the door and stood by it patiently, not daring to go first. Colt just smiled as people passed the open door and laughed at me. "Oops, almost forgot one last thing." He said, producing a leash. He clipped it onto my collar before laughing. "No, that's to easy. Doesn't make you suffer enough." He then grabbed the alligator clamps. I took a deep breath and gritted my teeth as he attached them to my little pink nips, the sharp teeth digging into my sensitive flesh. Then he attached the leash to the chain that connects them. "Let's go!" He ordered me as he gave them a hard yank. I gasped in pain. The walk through the motel was deeply humiliating, just as Colt wanted it. The taunts and jeers flew around us as he led his practically naked slave by his tits. But outside was even worse. There were lots more people around, some of them obviously shocked by what they were seeing. Let's face it, we were more fitting in a pride parade than spring break, but that didn't matter to Colt. He loved shocking people. And it wasn't just the people around that made it worse. My tender feet weren't used to hot pavement and I found myself stepping very gingerly. Add to that the huge plugged jammed in my hole, and I was walking pretty funny. I've never had to walk with something huge lodged in my ass, and I could feel it deep inside me with every step I took, crushing my prostate, pushing against my second internal ring, while the huge balls stretched and rubbed my colon just inside of my asshole. I had all kinds of mixed feelings from pain, to humiliation, to fucking horny as the meth did its job in my system. And Colt was relentless with the leash, giving it constant tugs, sending fire through my burning tits, causing me to constantly whimper in pain. We walked past a trio of guys, your typical frat boy types with their board shorts and bucket hats, pooka shells around their necks, and Colt gave an extra hard tug. I cried out which of course got their attention. They stopped and turned, all laughing at the pathetic fag. The were taunting me, as I just stood there taking their abuse. It wasn't until one of them got in my face and said, "What's the matter faggot? Why won't you answer us?" I looked him dead in the eyes and said, "I'm a faggot slave owned by Master Colt. I only obey his commands!" There was dead silence from the trio before they erupted in laughter again, adding more taunts. Several people also stopped to observe what was going on. It was then that Colt walked up behind me and said, "Kneel!" Without hesitation I dropped to my knees. The guys laughed harder, as did some of the other onlookers. "Holy shit. This is for real." One of the guys said. "He's really a faggot slave." I felt myself flush, partly from humiliation, but mostly from pride. "That's right." Said Colt. "This is my faggot slave. I own it, and it will do whatever I tell it to. I brought it here cause I know how horny spring breakers get, and I know how bitches can be, so I brought my personal fag here to be of service. He's got two holes holes that never refuse any cock. Now, we're heading to the beach, but if you need your cocks sucked right now, we can duck down this alley." "Well fuck." Said one of the guys. "I could use my nuts drained. Let's go." He started to walk down the alley when his friend piped up. "You gonna stick your dick in a fag? Are you fuckin queer?" "I ain't no fuckin queer! But I ain't stupid either. There's a free mouth pussy right here, and I'm gonna use it. I'm gonna bust my nut into this fag, and if you had half a brain you would too. Ain't no chick gonna touch you anyway." He laughed as he walked away. "He's right you know." Said Colt to the guys. "A mouth is a mouth, and this faggot will suck you better than any bitch can. Now, stand up slave." He ordered me, tugging on my tits. I did and was led down the alley after the first guy. As I got behind the dumpster and turned around, I noticed the other two guys slowly walking toward us. "Take those trunks off bitch!" Colt ordered me. "A cumdump should always be naked when servicing a superior man. I nervously removed them, but didn't disobey. "Now, hit the bottle!" I popped the top and took some deep hits as the guy fished his already half hard cock out of his shorts. Then I opened my mouth and he just shoved it in. He grabbed the back of my head and skull fucked me. He wasn't here to make love, he was here to use a faggot and bust his nut. He choked me as he battered my throat for about a minute before he buried himself in me. "Fuckin take my cum you dirty faggot." He growled as he pumped his fluid down my throat. "You fucking disgusting alley cocksucking bitch!" I glanced up to see Colt smiling down on me. The guy pulled his cock out of me, grabbed my speedos, and wiped his slimy cock all over them. "Get the fuck over here." He said to one of the other two guys. The next guy did the same thing. Dropped his shorts enough to pull out his cock before shoving it in my mouth. He jackhammered me just like the first guy. I wasn't giving them blow jobs as much as I was just a fleshy tube for them to use. Which was fine with me. My cock pushed against the spikes in the cage, telling me I was right where I belonged. When he started to cum, he shot two squirts down my throat before Colt pulled him out and made him shoot the rest on my face. He also wiped off on my speedo. I hit more poppers as the third guy approached. And I'm glad I did, as he was already at full mast. And it was the biggest of the three. I opened wide with my tongue sticking out and he laughed. "Look at the pathetic fag. It can't get enough cock!" He took a moment to slap my face with it a few times before he shoved it in. Again, this was no gentle suck. He raped my face. He lasted about as long as the other two and was soon squirting his hot college boy cum into my still high school mouth, before painting my face with the rest. It dripped down onto my chest as he wiped his slime on my speedo, joining the others. "Stop by tonight if you want more." Colt told the guys as they walked away. "Maybe try out its cunt too!" I looked up and saw another guy approaching us. This guy was not a horny college boy. This was an older man. A dirty looking older man. Probably homeless. "You want another cock faggot?" He asked me. "I'm a faggot slave owned by Master Colt. I only obey his commands!" "Of course it wants another cock." Chimed Colt as he grabbed his phone to record. "It's what it lives for. That's its purpose in life!" I hit the poppers as the man stood in front of me. I could smell him. B.O., piss and filth flooded my nostrils and I fought off gagging. I wasn't about to fail Colt. I opened wide and took this homeless man's dirty, smelly cock into me. My asshole pulsed around the plug as I degraded myself for my Master. "Oh yea, that's it." The man groaned. "Suck my cock you dirty little alley whore. You fucking nasty little cock pig." Colt dropped down next to me. "He's right." He said in my ear. "You're just a dirty, nasty little alley whore. Taking strangers cocks. You sick little faggot." He reached under me and started manipulating the plug in me. I moaned as he moved it around. "Now, stop sucking this nice man's cock for a moment and tell him what you are. Look him in the eyes and tell him." The man leaned down and took hold of my bottle. He removed it and took a couple big hits before holding it back under my nose. "Go ahead slave. Do what your Master says." I breathed deep as I looked into this dirty, disheveled old man's eyes. "I'm a whore Sir. I'm a disgusting faggot whore. I'm just two holes for men to use as they want." I kept taking hits as Colt tugged on the plug in my pussy. "I'm a fucking cumdump for any man. Any man who wants to use my pathetic holes can. Any man my Master tell me to service, I will. Anywhere, anytime." "You slut!" Colt growled as he gave a mighty pull on the plug and the huge fake dog knot popped out of me. I howled in pain, but was quickly muffled as the homeless guy shoved his hard cock down my throat, burying me face in his smelly crotch. I gagged as I choked on his cock and foul stench. "Now ride that cock bitch! Fuck yourself with it while you suck him off!" Even though my ass ached like a mother, I did as Colt told me, and started riding that huge cock up and down while I grunted and moaned and slathered my mouth all over the cock in front of me. I devoured cock in both my holes as Colt filmed it. "Look at that little pig!" I heard him say. "My bitch is nothing more than a degenerate piece of methed up alley trash, suckin homeless cock and riding a fake dog cock." His words only spurred me on. This is what I was. A dirty, lowdown piece of faggot alley trash. A few months ago I was a nice little Christian Texas boy. Played football, got good grades, went to church. Now here I was. Lower than I had ever been before. Drugged up and degrading myself in a public alley in Florida. Naked except for my locked up cage and my slave collar. And I loved it. I couldn't help myself. I wasn't told I could speak, but I was so gone in the moment I couldn't stop myself. I pulled the cock out of my mouth and looked directly into the camera. I took more hits of poppers until my eyes went glassy. "Hey everybody. My name is Austin Allen Collins and I'm an 18 year old senior at Cleburn High School." I began as I started riding the cock again as well as slurping on the homeless cock. "Or at least, I was. Now I'm a pathetic methed up piece of faggot alley trash. I'm a slave whore owned by Colton Sawyer Cooper. I'm his property to do with what he wants. And right now, this is what he wants. I just finished sucking off three college guys in this alley. Now I'm sucking this homeless cock. Because I was ordered to." I continued sucking on the cock as I talked. "Earlier today, I was raped by three other men in another alley. They fucked my pussy and all shot their loads deep in me. When I told my Master what happened, he fucked me even harder. Then he made me suck off a stranger who knocked on our door looking for the cumdump!" I moaned as I sucked the cock and pounded my hole, knowing every dirty moment was being recorded. And knowing I would have absolutely zero control over what happened to it. Colt reached into the bag and pulled out a case and opened it. He showed it to the homeless guy. "Want a hit old man?" The guys eyes lit up. "Oh fuck yea! I've been jonesing for some. Oh man. Thank you!" He said smiling, showing off his missing teeth. That probably should have disgusted me, but it had the opposite effect. I felt sluttier. "You sure it's safe right here?" Colt asked. "Fuck yea. No one cares. Especially during spring break. People see a homeless guy in an alley, they just keep walking. Cops don't care neither. Until they hear screams, they don't fuckin do a thing." As if to prove his point, the man sparked the torch and rolled the pipe right there. He took a big hit and blew out a huge cloud down onto me while while I sucked him and Colt recorded it. After two more hits, Colt told him to hand me the pipe. Now I was high as fuck already, but I knew why Colt was making me smoke it. For the camera. To degrade me further. So I gave him what he wanted. I looked seductively into the camera and took a big hit. "Hi mom. Hi dad. Hi everyone back in Cleburn, Texas." I said before blowing a big cloud. "This is Austin, your precious baby boy. Well look at me now. Look at me Bill and Doris Collins. Your son is nothing more than a sleazy alley meth fag. I got a big fake dog cock in my whore pussy. And a big smelly homeless cock to suck on." I took another big hit and sucked on the cock as I slowly blew it out of my nose. "Mmmmm...I love cock so much! I'm such a fucking cockwhore. I want cum and piss in my dirty, slutty fag holes!" The homeless man reached down and grabbed the leash and yanked on it. I squealed as he yanked my titties. I rode and sucked harder as he blew smoke down on me. "Oh fuck I need that pussy!" He growled. "Lay the fuck down faggot, and spread em!" I climbed off the plug and layed on my back on the dirty ground, spreading my legs wide, showing him my hungry pussy. The homeless guy wasted no time crawling between my legs. He had a nice sized cock, but I was so loose he just slid right in. "Oh yea, fuck me!" I begged. "Fuck my slutty methed up high school fag pussy!" I grabbed the plug and started sucking it, looking right into the camera. "Ooooohhhh." I moaned as I licked and sucked the plug. "This was just in my pussy, mommy and daddy, and now I'm sucking off all my nasty ass juice and cum off it. I'm such a dirty whore! Look at me getting fucked next to a dumpster like the trash I am!" The homeless guy grabbed a dirty rag from his pocket and poured some poppers on it. He covered my nose and as I opened my mouth for air, he shoved the plug in, slamming it down my throat. "Fuck yea, you stupid fag!" The homeless guy growled as he pummeled both my holes. "Take those fucking cocks you queer. Fucking choke on it!" As if I had a choice. The plug was huge and he was battering my throat with it. I was gagging and wretching as he forced it into me. "Oh man. Keep choking fag. Everytime you do, it's tightens up your sloppy cunt" I did keep wretching. I was spitting up mucus and cum, and my face was covered with the slop. I just kept on looking right into the camera. "I'm gonna cum, you worthless cunt!" The homeless guy shouted. "Do it! Cum in me!" I croaked through my battered throat. "Shoot your fuckin nasty homeless cum in me! Fill my nasty teenage pussy up!" The guy grunted and went ridged, his eyes rolling back into his head as his cock pulsed inside me, blessing me with his precious spunk. After he climbed off me, Colt got some nice shots of me on the ground, next to the dumpster, my face and chest covered in cum and puke, my pussy dripping a fresh load of anonymous cum. Then he told the homeless guy to shove the plug back in me. I squealed like a little bitch as the knot popped back into me. "Don't you think you should thank the nice man?" Colt asked me. I jumped into action getting back on my knees. I took his dirty, slimy cock back into my mouth and spoke as I cleaned it off. "Thank you Sir. Thank you for using me and giving me your cum!" The homeless guy just looked down on me and smiled. "I have one more thing for you fag." Then, he started pissing. I gulped down a few mouthfuls of his rank, nasty piss before he pulled out of my mouth and sprayed my face and body with the rest. I let it shower over me as I smiled into the camera. "Here, pig." Colt said as he tossed my speedo to me. "Wipe yourself off while I chat with our friend. They walked down the alley a bit while I tried to clean myself up. But a tiny speedo doesn't really clean up a lot. Colt returned to find me holding a sopping wet speedo and scum smeared all over my face and chest. He made me put on the speedo that now showed off even more through the wet fabric. Colt just looked at me and smiled. "God damn you look like a used up 2 bit whore." Then he leaned in, gave me a little kiss and whispered, "And you've never looked better babe."

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Last night when to sauna, was rather quiet, on the way walking to the dark room I saw this tall hairy big bellied daddy, our eyes met and I went up to him. And immediately kneel down to start sucking his cock, he stop me, then took me to a room. There he asked, condom? Said no, he smiled, kissed me passionately, then whispered to my ear, I fuck hard and rough no pull out . I just responded, daddy, fuck me however you want. He suddenly push me to the bed on my back, lift my leg and start pushing his already hard cock, not the longest but extremely thick. Lucky I put some lube on the way to the dark room , but it was still quite painful to start and he just pounding into rhythm, one hand on my neck ,starting to chock me. He was using to hand now chocking I was trying to hold on to his hand too , I can feel I was about to pass out , he loosened up then slap me soo hard . My ear are ringing I was up , he was pounding me spitting on my face then he chocked me again and up his pace, I felt I was cumming, and I did came hands free being while he’s pounding and chocking. I was in heaven! He came not long after, deep inside. Omg, it was one of the best fuck I had this year. After he was back being gentle giant, kiss me passionately, thanka me for a being a good hole. I told him he can breed me anytime he wants, so we swap numbers. I didn’t really had the high fuck after that. Got two more loads from some random. Then went home. But hoping that daddy will call me soon:)

2. I sat at home an hour, naked, my cock dripping, the butt plug still deep in my hole. I couldn’t focus. I kept rocking on my couch moving the butt plug around in my hole, feeling it stretch in different directions and pull at my well used ring. It felt good, but not as good as Sir’s cock had felt, and a little voice inside my head started to wonder if I could wait till Sir was done with work. Maybe Sir was right, maybe I did need fucked again right now. Some part of me still couldn’t really believe I was doing it, but I pulled up Scruff and started looking for someone who looked like he had a big cock and would use me like Sir had. I started to scroll, and looked anew at some of the guys who had said they weren’t into “just a blow job.” With my new need to be fucked a whole new set of guys were available to me. I had one in mind really from the start if I am honest. A 45 year old Daddy, a little on the heavier side, with hard furry pecs. He also sent me pictures of his monstrously thick cock. Every time he messaged me he said he wanted to pound my hole and I’d always put him off. But not today. I sent him a quick hello and scrolled through more guys while I waited. It didn’t take long for him to rely. “Hey! How are you today?” “I’m good. Kinda horny,” I lied. I was dying I was so horny. “Same. Although I’ve told you before I’m not into the blow job only scene.” “Well that’s good,” I replied, “'cause I want you to fuck me.” “Oh yeah? What changed your mind?” I thought for a long moment and then decided to answer truthfully, “I just too my first raw cock and honestly I’m horny as fuck for more.” “Fuck! How long ago?” “Like a few hours ago.” “Oh shit! His load still in you?” “Yeah. It's being held in by a butt plug.” “Fuck yes! You want me to add to that cummy hole?” “Yes Sir! Come over and breed me.” I sent him my address. “Be there in 15. Leave the plug in but be naked. I don’t have a lot of time today so I want that hole ready.” “I’m already naked. Come and get it,” was my response. He said nothing else, and my heart was pounding for the eleven minutes it took him to get to my place. I buzzed up the Daddy and then waited by the door for him, my hole clenched tight around the plug wedged in me. When he knocked I flung the door open, forgetting for a second that I was naked. “Good boy,” he said pushing inside. He closed the door behind him and pulled off his shirt. My cock dripped with anticipation as he kicked off his shoes and dropped his pants. He hadn’t bothered to wear underwear and his cock was already half hard. Without having to be told what to do I dropped to my knees and swallowed his thick mushroom head. His cock wasn’t as big as Sir’s but it was thick and I knew it would feel amazing slamming in and out of my wet hole. The Daddy was clearly only interested in having me suck him just long enough to get him completely hard, because as soon as his cock was at full attention he pushed me off and said “Bend over the couch kid.” I jumped up off my knees and rushed over to the couch in my living room. I knelt on the seats and bent over the back, exposing my plugged hole to him. “Fuck you weren’t kidding. That’s fucking hot boy. Be even hotter if that hard little prick of yours was locked up in a cage. Show everyone what a good bottom slut you are.” He started to pull on the plug, first tugging it back against my ring and then pushing it back inside. I groaned, and he laughed. “You love feeling this plug in your cunt boy?” “Yes,” I whimpered. “I bet you’ll love my cock even more then,” and suddenly he pulled the plug from my hole with a wet pop. I gasped, I felt cold air hit my hole and knew that I was gaping open from being stretched for so long. Then warm spit hit my hole followed by the unmistakable head of a cock. I pushed back against his cock, willing it inside of me. I was in no mood to be teased. I wanted that dick and I wanted it right now. The Daddy quickly obliged and grabbing my hips, slammed his cock all the way inside me. With a grunt he began to slam into me. A wet squishing sound seemed to echo around me as he drilled my wet hole. I knew this wasn’t going to be a long fuck. This man intended to rut my hole, this man who’s name I also did not know, was going to breed me. His right hand left my hip and entwined itself in my hair, pulling me up and forcing my back to arch deeper. He slammed harder and harder. Finally, with something like a roar he pushed my face down into the couch and rutted his cock balls deep in my ass, his seed pumping deep into my guts. He held me down until he was finished. He stayed there for a minute till his breath returned to normal. Then he withdrew, roughly shoving the plug back into my hole. I whimpered. “Stay just like that boy. I want to look at that well bred cunt as I leave.” I obeyed and stayed on the couch with my ass in the air until I heard the front door close. It was then that I noticed the puddle of precum on the couch from where my cock had dripped and quickly lapped it up. I was still so fucking horny.