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"Guess who's downstairs?" I said. "Cousin Martin. He has a message for you, apparently." The old man ignored me, sliding happily in and out of Peter's arsehole and obviously set on working to a climax. Peter gave a low moan of pleasure and sagged over the sofa. "Be there in a minute!" He gasped, licking his lips with pleasure. I grinned and left them to it. Downstairs was getting busier. The doorbell rang, but there was no sign of Bill. I let the customer in, gave him a key then went into the sitting room. As I expected, Bill was there with Martin. The lad was lying back on an old sofa with his trousers and underpants around his ankles. Bill was kneeling between his legs fondling his small dick which was stiff and wet. Martin's face was flushed and sweaty , and he was inhaling a bottle of poppers like it was nectar. "Ahh, there you are." Said Bill. "Martin here is just relaxing, aren't you Martin?" There was just a groan in reply and I realised the poor thing was flying on poppers and out of it. Bill gave me an evil grin. "I think it might be nice to show Martin around as Peter is busy, shall we?" I helped the lad off with his tee shirt. Bill helped him to his feet and he stumbled out of his trousers and pants. His body was smooth and rather rubbery with a floppy belly over his tiny cock with its fuzz of ginger hair. He smiled vaguely at me and his face and chest were flushed red from the poppers. "This way, Martin." Said Bill "Come and see our nice basement." I could tell Bill was really excited. His cock was stiff and drooling as we took Martin by the arms and guided him over to the basement steps. Bill grabbed a torch and we wet down. It was hot, smelly and pitch black, but we could sense other bodies in the space around us. Bill flicked on the torch and we saw there were at least half a dozen men. They were real denizens, older, pozzed and depraved. An old man was bent over the couch in the corner being fucked by another man with sagging buttocks and veiny legs. "Oh my!" Martin's eyes went wide and his expression was a comical mixture of surprise, horror and curiosity. Gently, Bill held the bottle to his nose and Martin sagged against me as the poppers did their work. The men weren't bothered about the torchlight. Several turned to look at us, and I saw them nudge each other and indicate Martin's body. From somewhere, Bill produced a tube of lube. He smeared a dollop on his finger and began to rub it between Martin's ample buttocks. "Wha... what are you doing?" He slurred as I parted his buttocks so Bill could lube him up. "Just a little lube, Martin. Doesn't that feel nice? His finger was flicking in and out and Martin groaned in surprise. "oooh!" He said " Feels good!" Bill raised an eye and indicated the couch. "I think it's time we got Martin here pregnant, don't you? He whispered. I nodded in agreement. We eased him forward and the little group of trolls parted to let us to the couch. Gently, Bill pushed Martin face down so he was bent over the slimey plastic. He told him to rest his head on his arms, gave him more poppers and stroked his head. "Who wants to be first?" He said. Beside us, the man fucking the other troll stopped and pulled out his cock. He was probably in his fifties, but looked older with a pot belly and spindly legs. A faded biohazard tattoo adorned his belly. He grasped his cock in his veiny fist. It was drooling cum and slick with lube. "Don't mind if I do!" He grinned. He got behing the upraised bottom, positioned his cock and began to push it into Martin's arse. "Oww!" He cried and began to struggle. Bill held his shoulders down as I opened the bottle and put the poppers under his nose "Easy! " Said Bill. " Just relax and let him fuck you" He stroked Martin's head. The poppers took effect and I heard Martin gasp as his body relaxed. The man grunted with satisfaction, pushed forward and sank his cock into the young body. He began to thrust gently in and out. Martin's gasps of pain turned to sobs of pleasure as he lay there being sodomised for the first time. The man's thrusts became more urgent and he announced he was going to come. "You poz, I take it?" Said Bill. "Oh yeah, gasped the man. "Really toxic" Martin heard the exchange and said "N..noo...wait" but he made no move to get up as the other trolls clustered round and stroked his body. The man gave a great grunt of release and thrust hard into Martin, his sagging buttocks quivering as he spurted. "There, there Martin." Said Bill as he bent and kissed his cheek. " It's in you now, Why not be a good little pig and let these other gentlemen have their turn?" With that we left him there as a second man got into position... "

Simon didn’t meet strange men on Sniffies all the time, but he found himself ass up in a strange bed, sniffing some poppers, waiting for his anonymous host to come slinking out of the adjacent room with only his footsteps as an announcement. The not too unfamiliar smell of the nitrate, mingled with something else, something not quite determinable as his host fingered his hole with something wet and slimy. The host gingerly placed an unrolled condom just next to Simon‘s face as he plunged his erect cock, deep into Simon’s ass. Simon clenched with apprehension. He asked his host to play safe and yet there was the condom next to his face. His host grunted, chortled and then moaned with malign pleasure at the tightness and at Simon’s apprehension and surprise. Simon struggled to back off the man, but his host held his hips tight with his giant hands. “Don’t buck. This will be over soon”, the man spat, thrusting deeper and with force. Simmons sighed, relented and complied, knowing he had some extra Truvada in his nightstand at home. True to his word, the host shuddered, moaned, pulled out of Simon and left him leaking on the bed. The smell of semen engulfed the room. Simon hadn’t finished yet but quickly shot his load onto the bedsheet next to the condom. That’s when he noticed it. The condom had been full and leaking semen. It was the smell he hadn’t quite been able to discern until that moment. As he drove home, Simon remembered he didn’t have any Truvada left. He smiled.

Part 3 Saturday night was the full team meeting with a campfire, jokes, stories, and confessions. The evening passed quickly and coach broke out a cooler full of near beer. Low alcohol content and sudsy head. The guys continued to laugh and joke until coach said hit the hay. The bunk room was wide open with no separation from one bunk to another. Between bunks was passing space. Rule was guys slept head to toe on the bunks. Looking across the space didn't show faces only feet of neighboring bunk. It was a warm night. Tom said he needed a shower as he always wore a fur coat. He took off for the communal showers with soap, shampoo, and towels. When he got to shower he had all he could do to not rub one out. His dick pointed up at the stars and stayed hard even under cold water. It would be a long night, maybe he could get with Jan late Sunday night. It was his only hope. He had sworn, along with the other guys, not to jack off. While the water was running cold, he saw coach come in with his towels and soap. Coach had shower shoes. Tom stood there trying to cover his tool. Coach only said, "Hard up, Tom?" Then he moved to a shower head two down from Tom. Tom switched the water back to hot, stepped out, and toweled dry. He ran his fingers thru his head hair and headed to his cot. Sleep would allude him. Coach was up before the rest. He had brewed coffee and was waiting for the 7am wake up for the others. Tom who had not really slept got out of bunk. He saw coach who said, "Coffee, Tom." Tom never drank coffee but said, "I never tried it, but I guess I will." Coach asked,"Milk, sugar, or both." Tom asked how coach drank his, he answered with a sweetener, no milk. Tom tried the same. Odd, the sweetener was a blue tablet. Coach dropped it in and stirred to dissolve it. Tom wasn't sure he liked coffee after the first taste but drank it down. About this time team heard the blast for wake up. They rose and began to prep for another day of camp. PT is what coach, a former Marine, called it. They worked up a sweat, went to breakfast, and began another day of games and water sports. In one of the down times, Tom went to coach and said, "Coach, I have a problem." Coach replied, "Tom, it shows. That dick is ever ready." Tom said, "Yes, sir. And now it is leaking. What can I do?" Coach said go for a swim in the cold lake. Tom had tried cold shower, shrugged and headed for the lake. Guys were playing water polo. One of them said, "We get Tom on our team, he has a built in polo stick" Tom reddened but laughed with the crowd. By night, Tom was totally miserable. He went to coach again and coach said, "I don't approve of drugs, but you have to get some sleep. I'll give you my herbal sleep tablet. Come down to my room when the guys are asleep. i don't want them to see me give it to you." Tom thanked coach and headed to bunk. When all was quiet with just a few snores, Tom stealthily moved out to Coach's door. It was ajar. Tom whispered, "Coach." Coach's yeah, come in bud was same as at coach's office. Tom opened the door to the dimlly lit room. There was a second cot. Coach said, "If you take this, I will have to watch you for 45 min to see how it works on you. Tom said, "Please, SIR, I have to have some relief. from this dick." He handed Tom the capsule. Tom took it, Coach said, "lie down." More to come, Will Tom?

I sat in the office of the R Party state leader with BB and the twins. The man sat pompously behind his desk and eyed the four if us. His lips smacked when he talked, It was disgusting “I would like to commend the four of you. Your public stand against substance abuse and under age drinking is an inspiration to all of us. It also makes you and other young R Party members like you uniquely qualified to perform a task that needs doing” he said grossly “Every four years we hold out national convention and every time we do the idiots the states send as representatives cause issues. They get drunk and go carousing in the streets or they pass out in the convention center. That always makes it into the press and it’s a bad look. We have enough men who will stay sober enough to control the carousers this year but we need strong young men committed to sobriety to handle the ones who pass out” he continued almost slobbering “This year the convention is in Washington DC. There are five main hotels attached to the convention center. Each attendee will have the name of his hotel and his room number on his badge. What we want you four and several more similar young men from around the country to do is simply round up the inebriated fools and dump them back in their hotel rooms. It’s simple and the Party will owe you” He finished and wiped his mouth I looked at BB and the twins who looked like Christmas had come early and said “Just let me make sure I heard you right, You want us to take a bunch of guys who are passed out drunk back to their hotel rooms and leave them there?” “Exactly. We will pay your way there and even pay you a tidy sum to help us keep these “Billy Bobs” from making the Party look bad again this year” “We’ll do it” all four of us said together So here we were on the convention floor after the business of the day had concluded and the booze had started flowing waiting for out first victims to pass out, It didn’t take to long. Some of these guys were barely 18 and no one was checking IDs. The first of the lightweights were three sheets to the wind in an hour and passed out in two, I helped a guy I had heard earlier going on about “White rights” earlier. He was kind of cute with brown hair and a nice body. His eyes were shut as I manhandled him back to his hotel and tossed him face down on the bed. I puled his pants down around his ankles and exposing a really pretty and totally defenseless ass, I unzipped and crawled on top of him forcing his legs apart with my kneed as I popped his cherry without mercy. He barely stirred as I quickly fucked him with ten inches of toxic viral cock breeding “Mr. Wight Rights” with my HIV filled cum, Damn that felt good. I pulled some baby wipes from my pocket and clean him up. Pulling his pants back up then using a black marker to put a tiny plus in the corner of his badge so the others would know he had already been serviced. I was whistling as I walked back to the convention center Next I helped a state senator back to his room by tossing him over my shoulder and carrying him, He was a little guy with a very trim tight body who could not handle his booze I guess. He never woke up as I dropped him on his bed on his back, pulled off his shoes then his pants and bred him like a girl. His legs flopped next to my face as I pounded him tearing up his tight little hole up depositing a load of charged seed deep in his guts before tugging his boxers back on and adding the plus to his badge This went on all night and my cock was sore as I fell into bed. Breeding seven different guys over five hours will do that to you and this was just the first night of five. BB was just as exhausted. As he curled up and laid his head on my chest he told me he got six himself I kissed him on the top of the head and pulled him closer to me, so proud of him “We got thirteen all told one of the twins said from the other bed in a sleepy voice and we all happily drifted off as 26 R Party “Billy Bobs” had our virus invading their blood The other nights we had similar luck and all told we pozzed over 100 different men over five days The best for me was on the third day. I found The Reverend Alister Moonwall passed out in a bathroom stall. He was the leader of “The Moral Mob” a group of fanatics who used bully tactics to intimidate minorities and gays, often times raiding gay bars and beating the occupants senseless. Somehow the police never fund those responsible Before I helped him I pulled out a mini camera and snapped a few shots of him passed out next to the toilet then with BB’s help I got pictures of him “sucking” my cock through a glory hole. Then I got him up and to his room. Just for fun I placed the hotel room bible on his chest as I bred him like a bitch and deposited a nice gift from god in him I gave the pictures to my investigative reporter friend and we waited. After about five months he started a new initiative condemning gays and saying we were all going to fie of AIDS, The next day the headline read “Anti Gay Preacher Caught Performing Oral Sex On Other Men In Public Restroom! Rumors Say He Has HIV! He denied that the picture was of him and immediately got a HIV test which came back positive. His entire life was basically destroyed… Oh well We had a little party the next day and waited for the next opportunity to stick it to the R Party. Literally *************************************************************************************** Let me know what you think! Scanbu

Zeke watched the boy trying to concentrate with amusement. He was a cute thing, a couple years younger than Tommy with a slim build, pale skin, freckles and white cap on top of a mop of red air that made him look like a matchstick. He had taken one look at Zeke when he had arrived with the florist to help set up for the wedding, blushed as his eyes darted to the bulge in Zeke’s pants and been a total wreck ever since Zeke perversely found every excuse to be near the blushing young man he could. “Stop that and let the poor boy work” Tommy said as Zeke inspected a painting of some cows in the ballroom and absently adjusted his large bulge ten feet away from his admirer The boy saw Tommy and blushed even more. At 22 Tommy was a testament to young virile masculinity. He had filled out in their four years together and brown fur now lightly covered his torso and chest peeking from under the tank top he wore. The bulge in his pants was substantial and Zeke swore that Tommy’s balls and shaft were heftier than when they met Tommy dragged Zeke from the room as the boy almost dropped a large floral arrangement “He may as well be screaming I’m a virgin and I want you two to change that! ” Tommy chuckled as they walked away “And I have every intention of doing just that” Zeke said with an evil smile “Just wait till after the wedding” Tommy said “If you mess up the flowers Jason and Alex will pull your chest hairs out one at a time while Mark and Jet hold you down and I won’t raise a finger to stop them. Well maybe I will. I’m not sure I could get to sleep without your chest hair tickling my nose” The wedding went off without a hitch. There wasn’t even a “straight” cousin to come out of the closet and propose to another man to interrupt the reception like at Tommy and Zeke’s wedding. Jeff did check just to make sure before he and Mike sung “Heartsong” as the two couples had their first dance though The next day the carrot top buy returned alone to disassemble everything but found that the household staff had expertly done it for him and all he had to do was load it in the van Zeke and Tommy just happened to ambled by as he finished “I guess you have the morning off since they saved you so much work” Tommy said “I guess so, Oh! My name is Red” he boy said still blushing but holding out his hand “Descriptive” Tommy said “Mom says it was either ‘Red’ or ‘Seven hours of trying to push a watermelon through a straw’ so I am happy with Red” he replied “I like your mom already” Tommy laughed "Yeah" Red said and he looked a little upset "Mom is always making up funny stories to explain what she does or didn't do. Most of them are true" then he seemed to brighten “Since you have all this free time, why don't you come with us? We can have some fun and show you a thing or two” Zeke said in his sexy, sultry “hunting neg boys” voice “What kind of fun?” Red asked though the tent in the front of his pants showed he had some suspicions With his typical bluntness that never failed Zeke said “I thought we could take you to our dungeon, tie you down and spend the morning breeding you and infecting you with HIV” Red looked shocked and said “I have never even been fucked or tied up. Let alone bred and infected” “In a couple of hours none of those things will be true anymore” Zeke said guiding the redhead through the door and towards their bedroom Tommy always marveled at how men just accepted that they were going to spend the rest of their lives with HIV when Zeke announced it. Of course Tommy had been one of those men four years ago. The only difference between him and the others was that they had fallen in love at the same time. It took a while to admit it. though They took Red to the dungeon attached to their room and together they stripped him then had him stand so they could admire him. He was tall and lean. His height made him seem skinnier than he actually was in fact he was almost the same height and build as Zeke, just softer not as muscularly developed as years of dancing with Tommy and even before had made the older man His cock was thick and veiny under it’s neat bush of ginger pubes and his balls were large and hung low Except for his pubes he was smooth and hairless even under his arms but body hair would have hidden that perfect skin, cream colored with freckles that looked like a great artist had placed each one perfectly to enhance his over all beauty. His features were perfectly even with ice blue eyes that seemed to sparkle and his full lipped mouth. Lips the color of rose petals, turned unconsciously sultry when he smiled his lopsided smile "He’s perfect" Zeke thought felling a connection to this young man, a familiarity that went beyond the normal attraction he had for pretty neg boys. Tommy felt more than the normal attraction for Red too. There was something in the way he moved, the way he stood and that smile that resonated in his mind and soul. Sort of like what he had first felt for Jason but not quit the same. Red stood under their scrutiny so long he started to get nervous “Is there something wrong?” He asked “No, it’s just except for My Tommy I have never seen a more perfectly beautiful boy” Zeke said honestly and Tommy could only nod in agreement Zeke felt a need to be in this young man, to breed him, to make sure he carried his virus in his blood forever. The only person he had felt similarly on first meeting for at first was Tommy They strapped him dace down on the X shaped cross and for some reason Zeke picked up a leather switch and experimentally swatted the boy’s ass. A low moan came from Red’s lips so Zeke expertly gave a single blow to his back that would sting for a second then fade Red’s cock started to swell “Do you want me to stop?” Zeke asked There was a pause then Red said “No” “Have you been spanked or switched before?” Zeke asked “No, not even my parents ever aid a hand on me” he said Tommy watched the tender care with which Zeke hurt this boy. “This is how he is when he sends me into one of my pain trances” Tommy thought. He had never been able to watch Zeke’s face while he practiced his art like this and rather than being jealous he loved his Zeke even more Red’s cock was dripping by the time Zeke stopped There was an energy in the room Tommy and Zeke both felt. They looked into each other’s eyes and Tommy nodded knowing what Zeke was going to do and wanting it just as much “I’m going to fuck you now and I won’t pull out when I cum and neither will Tommy. From this day forward you will belong to us and our virus will bind you. None of this is up for discussion. This is just how it’s going to be. You are part of us we were missing and now that we have found you we will never let you go” Red nodded as if he had been expecting these words Zeke stepped up behind him and in one agonizingly slow thrust slid into Red’s virgin ass as easy he slid into Tommy’s though Red did gasp in pain and had to bite his lip to keep from cumming Zeke fucked him with a tenderness he never showed most of his victims. He kissed his creamy shoulder and pinched his nipples as he ground along that inner spot making the ginger boy moan. Zeke did his best to make Red’s first fuck as pleasurable as possible. To make it special. “here comes my seed, my toxic HIV cum to make you ours forever” he whispered as he came deep inside, painting those silky inner walls with virus tainted cum Zeke squeezed the man who’s life he had just changed forever then stepped back as Tommy slid in and made love to this perfect boy who had just burst so unexpectedly into their lives and hearts, This was stronger that what they had had with Jason and more permanent and they both knew it, Red was here to stay Tommy stroked Red’s cock as he slid in and out and they came together as Tommy added his tainted seed to Zeke's Zeke slipped a plug into Red’s ass then belted it in place before releasing him. They all dressed and Zeke led them to the seating area in front of the fireplace in their bedroom “That was much more than i expected” Red said “Did you mean all that because I sure hope you did” I have seen hot men before but I felt connected to each of you the moment I laid eyes on you” “Zeke never lies or breaks promises. The only time I have heard him say anything remotely like that was the night we met. He told me he was going to make me his and change my life, ti teach me to pleasure him while he hurt me. He offered me enslavement and HIV and he did all that and more” Tommy said Zeke reached over and took his hand “Did I ever tell you how overwhelmed I was by meeting you?” He asked Tommy. “I knew though I didn’t admit it to myself that you would change me even more than I changed you and it scared the hell out of me” “”No you never told me that and you didn't showed a hint of it at the time. I love you for admitting it now though” Tommy said smiling “Anyway he meant it and if I had been the one to say it to you I think I would have used almost the exact same words. You are part of us that was missing but we never knew and we have no intentions of losing you again" Tommy said ‘Do you still live with your parents?” Zeke asked “With my mom. Dad passed a few years ago” Red said “I have been looking for an apartment because I think mom wants to start dating and that would be hard with me around “You may as well move in here. You are going to end up here with us eventually so what drag it out” Tommy said “I could move this weekend” Red said and they all felt a tension ease as that was settled “I do need to get back to work and drop off the van” Red said “It’s my last day because I want a few weeks off before I start school in the city this fall. It’s taken me two years to save up enough” “What school are you going to attend?” Zeke asked Red gave the name of the school Tommy had graduated from just the year before and said “I’m a dancer and they are the best dance program” Tommy and Zeke just stared at each other for a moment then started to laugh As they walked Red back to his van they passed Zeke’s parents coming down the hall, They had been at the wedding yesterday and had imbibed a bit to much. Zeke had put them up in one of the spare bedrooms and they being late risers were just now pre[paring to head home. As the three men walked past Zeke’s parent’s eyes widened, they both looked shocked and upset looking at Red but Red walked past them without a smile and a nod "It's good to see you two. You should stop by and see mom when you get a chance" They saw Red to his van, both of them kissing him before he got in and drove off then they turned to see Zeke’s parents in the door looking even more upset and even a little sick “Ok” Zeke said as the dust from the van settled “What the hell has gotten into you two? You both have seen Tommy and I kiss other boys before” “Not that boy! Never that boy!” Zeke's dad said with some heat “Calm down Roger" Zeke’s mother said “There is no way he could have know” then she took Zeke’s hand in hers “You can’t kiss that boy because genetically he is your half brother Zeke” and everything fell apart and fell into place at the same time. They all sat by the pool and Tommy brought out some iced tea for them to drink As he poured them all a glass Zeke remembers that though his mom was usually a blond. when she let , wer hair grow out it was red and a shade of red that he had seen just today “Red’s parents were friends of ours, His father was Roger's best friend growing up. Your dad was his best man when he married April, Red's mother" She said stressing the word "mother" "They tried for several years to have a baby and then they found out that April was barren. She couldn't carry a baby or even produce a viable egg." She continued sadly "This was during the time you stopped speaking to us when you went to college. I offered an egg and to surrogate for them and Red was conceived with invitro fertilization. I carried him in my body for 9 months and then I gave him to April." she said proudly "We all stayed close until Red’s father passed. It took April a couple years to come out of her depression but lately we have been getting closer again." "Red knows April is not his biological mother but he doesn't know I am, we are just friends of his parents ” his mother said and Tommy could tell sh had been happy to give her friends a child to raise and nurture “Mom, dad, this will probably upset you but I have no intentions of staying away from Red brother or not and neither does Tommy. He is part of us. Part of our love and to stop seeing him would be like cutting an arm off now. It is not like we have to worry about messing up a kid with inbreeding. Also you have probably guessed how close I am to cousin John and cousin Mike for that matter though there is still some contention there. You would have to be blind not to see how close Tommy is to his cousin Jeff and to his brother. We will not stop seeing Red just to make you comfortable” Zeke said firmly and Tommy nodded his agreement The thought of never being with Red again made Tommy’s hear feel like lead in his chest “You are not being fair to Red, Son” His mother said “He has a right to make an informed decision” “You are right” Tommy said “but that is easy enough to fix” Zeke’s mother looked pained and his father looked angry “Red is an adult and he has a right to know everything since he already knows that April is not his biological mother” Zeke said “I just have no idea how to tell the man I just had sex with this morning that he is my little brother this evening” “We will figure it out Zeke, we have to” Tommy said gripping his hand *********************************************************************** I make this stuff up on the spot and it sometimes surprises me too Let me know what you think! Scanbu

Sal was happy, They were in Jeff’s home town staying at the Barrows estate and the reason Sal was happy was that this place was so much easier to secure than The Compound outside Las Vegas. Sal pulled out his phone to check for any reports then he looked at the tracking app that showed that each member of the security detail was where he or she was supposed to be. He pulled up the contact list for them and was going to call each to check in when his phone was snatched out of his hand “Stop that!” his husband John said as he took the phone and held it out reach. “Jeff is fine, your security team knows what they are doing and they don’t need you micro meaning them. RELAX” he said finally handing back the phone and glaring at him till he puit it back in his pocket It was an old argument and Sal knew John was right, He was obsessive about his work protecting Jeff and by extension the entire family “Sorry Dear” Sal said in mock submissive tones and they both laughed then John sat in his lap and snuggled as Sal once again marveled that this beautiful ginger man had chosen him. It made him happy for a totally different reason They were in town for the double wedding that was going to take place in a few days Brothers Jason and Alex were marrying the men they loved and Sal smiled at the thought “Not everyone wants to see you two cavorting like that” Came a rusty. resentful voice “DAD! STOP THAT!” came in stereo from both Alex and Jason Rick was a man in his early 50s. Muscular and fit with a touch of gray frosting the temples of his jet black hair. He had arrived the day before along with his best friend Carl to attend the wedding of his two sons Jason waved Alex off as they both converged on their Dad then got eight in Rick’s face. “We told you that if you can’t keep your opinions to yourself that we will put you up in a hotel down in town. EVERYONE here but you is gay…” he started “Technically I’m bisexual” Alex said “Do you want to do this?” Jason shot back at his brother Alex shook his head with a grin and motioned for Jason to continue Jason turned back to his father “Zeke and Tommy were nice enough to let you stay here so Alex and I can have some time with you even while we get ready for the wedding. One more snide comment from you and we will pack you off to town or you can just leave all together. We love you but you will not indult our chosen family” he finished “I am your family” Rick said sullenly “I came halfway across the country to watch both of my sons be selfish and marry men rather than some nice girl and continuing the family line. I have the right to expect grandkids!” “We have three sisters and you already have six grandkids” Jason said The girls were flying in the day of the wedding and leaving the next day “It’s not the same. They will not continue my line like you two could!. If I was as selfish as you two neither of you would exist! I married your mother and we made it work for25 years till she passed away! I can’t stop you two and I would never miss your weddings but that does not mean I have to be happy about your selfishness and irresponsibility. The men of my generation did what they were supposed to!” Sal who always knew what was going on around him saw Carl, who Jason and Alex called “Uncle” look sadly at Rick then his face smoothed into a well practiced mask Sal stood up, John sliding off his lap and looked Rick up and down with contempt “You are full of shit” He said bluntly to him “First of all you do not have the right to expect anything from your children except that they be happy and live the best lives they can. You have no right to expect them to marry who you want and produce kids just to assuage your patriarchal pride” “Second. The men of your generation were free to do what they wanted, to be with who they wanted and more recently marry who they wanted if they had the balls to actually do it and accept the consequences. I am atl least 10 years older than you and I never let anyone dictate my private life. Believe me they tried! I didn't speak to my parents for 20 years but you know what? Now I honestly think they love my husband John more than they love me” that last part was delivered with a fond smile for the ginger man who stood staring at his normally quiet, stoic husband “They do” John said closing his mouth and returning the smile “If you didn’t have the guts to live your life how you wanted that’s your problem but don’t take it out on these two wonderful boys of yours. I have adored Jason since the day I met him and Alex… Alex took a while longer but when I heard about him tearing himself apart emotionally to help the man he loved thinking there was no hope that love would ever be returned…. How can you not be in awe of someone that selfless? You should be proud of the men they are and not be trying to force them to be the men you want” Sal said It was the most any of them had ever heard him talk and there were many open mouths from the family. John came up behind him and held him though it was usually the other way around “So eloquent” He whispered in Sal’s ear “Later I will show you what I can do with MY mouth to reward you” Sal smiled briefly “Not everyone has a choice” Rick said, his voice full of bitter resentment “Bullshit, but even if that were true it should make you glad your sons can choose” Sal said “He’s right Rick” Came a new voice as Carl faced his friend “We both did what we felt we had to but don’t pretend that if we had been willing to accept the consequences that we didn’t have any choice. I almost had you convinced to move out west with me and leave what we were expected to do behind. Your problem was not with being with another man, it was that you could not wrap your pride around the fact that you wanted to be fucked and we both know it. We loved each other but you could not get past that. I never stopped loving you but I gave up hope a long time ago” Rick did not react with denials or anger he just looked at his friend and asked “You still love me? After the boy’s mother died you never said anything and I just could not bring myself to because we hurt each other so much with that last fight, I said such terrible things” he said looking at the ground “I came to love my wife though not in the same way as I loved you. She was a good woman and when I lost her I just shut down emotionally. I didn’t want to risk being hurt again” Carl said Rick went to him and took his hand “I was a fool to give you up and yet I have such wonderful children, I can’t regret that but I can move forward by your side if you will have me. I don’t care what we do as long as we are together” he said and he kissed the man he had secretly loved for so long Jason and Alex looked at each other and as one said “Dad is a bottom?” and then they both laughed and went to hug him and Carl “Can you boys ever forgive your stubborn old man?” Rick asked “Well” Alex said dragging the word out “I might if you let me breed that muscle ass of yours Dad” and he slapped his dad's rump making him jump “And I have been fantasizing about Uncle Carl fucking me since I was about 14” Jason said looking at the startled man Mark and Jet just shook their heads like this was nothing unusual Jason went to Carl and began kissing him leading him to nearby lounge and pulling the older man down on top of him “Son… this is wrong… I shouldn't” Rick said though the tent in his shorts told a different story Alex had dealt with unsure bottoms before though “Drop those shorts and bend over” He said sharply “I’m going to breed you so you may as well just accept it” he added groping the bulge in his pants Wordlessly Rick did as he was told. Placing his hands on the arms of a chair Alex didn’t waste any time mounting his father and sliding in “Definitely not a virgin” he thought as he bottomed out with ease A glance over at Carl showed he also knew what he was doing as he pounced Jason like a pro The thought of pozzing his own father sent Alex over the edge quickly and soon he was filling the man who had started him with his first poz load Things devolved from there as several of his friends took a shot at the attractive older man’s ass and when his dad took Mike’s massive cock easily Alex began to wonder if he HAD been the first poz load his dad had taken. The man was obviously an experienced bottom with no qualms about bare sex which made his rant before even more hypocritical but Alex just shrugged. Dad’s were funny creatures Carl approached Rick as Mike withdrew and slid into him. His cock was not quite a match for Mile’s but it was a close thing and Rick looked like he was in heaven. They made love for over an hour while others around them moved from partner to partner in one of the not uncommon impromptu orgies that happened here got into full swing Sal, as he usually did saved his attention for John who indeed showed him what a talented mouth the ginger man had. A bit later, satisfied and relaxed he fondly patted John on the ass as he went to join the sexual deprivations around them and when John was occupied he pulled out his phone and began checking the security around the estate again ******************************************************************* Just a quick kinky revisit to this story Scanbu

Good points @blackrobe WRT hookups for sex, hell yes, I would probably hook up, or at least attempt to with everyone posting on this thread so far were our proximity favorable to that. We engage our brains here, not just our dicks and asses. One reason we can hang in there here in cyber land is to bring our brains along with us. And our wide spread community makes the option of "hooking up" more a challenge than two guys in the same town. Hence one of the why's BZ has evolved to be more intellectual. For whatever reason, we've evolved here to more of a thoughtful community than a dozen years ago. The fact that BZ has been around for a long time makes it a fixture in cyber. Yeah, thinkin with our dicks is wonderful, but we don't all have opportunities like our city living brethren have. Each of us also "has a real life" outside of enjoying the delights of skin to skin. Perhaps it is in fact because we enjoy skin to skin so much; we connect intellectually while physically. I am not sure there is a whole lot of distinction of "gay" vs "straight" relationship aside from the pair being same gender. (and man, I shudder to even use that word). Rich and I are in our 24th year and truly, we'll keep going until one of us dies. Back when we started what made "gay" committed relationships different was that we needed multiple contracts to pretty much accomplish protections for each other from our common investment in our long term financial lives. Legal marriage solved that. The word "committed" used to mean that. It would appear, all gender aside, many relationships are committed with strings. Thus, easy to end should one or another "rule" be broken. PreNup central... For Rich and me, That we haven't a long list of expectations is I am certain a factor of our longevity. We don't "own" each other. We do have a common interest in each other; but we know that as death marks the end; it is inevitable. Understanding that now has in other relationships (parents; siblings) made those transitions something we planned for. We know that day is gonna suck; but we know what our short and long term options are. It helps to have a view of "when my relationship ends" and be ready for it. There is no IF about it.

59 years old and I still JO every day (usually even on the same day I have sex with someone). Many times I'll JO 2 or 3 times a day; rarely 4 times or more but not uncommon. It is very rare that I miss a day but that's usually a REALLY busy day or wanting to "save up" for an upcoming very special occasion.

Within moments the room began to dim and Tom was either asleep or dreaming that he was. He was so relaxed, everything except his big cock. Tom thought he saw a smile on Coach's face, but his mind was awash and he was sure he was dreaming. Coach walked over to the cot and Helped Tom onto his knees, then moved his shoulders down, an his head to one side. Odd, Tom felt totally comfortable. Then Tom felt a hand pulling at his ass, then two, then a warm breath on his hole as the hands tried to open his crack even wider. It wasn't long and a something wet was at Tom's hole. He couldn't see and didn't know what it was. He knew it felt amazing. Tom tried to talk but only moaned. "You like that, boy?" Coach asked. mmmmmm was all Tom could manage. "If you like that you will like what is coming even more, it was Coaches voice. Coach used his wet tongue to poke and poke at that hairy hole. Tom's responses were only more moans. Soon, Coach had opened a nice bottle of the slickest lube known to man. Coach said, "You ready for a finger or two or four, boy?" Tom only moaned in answer. Slowly, agonizingly slowly, Coach worked his index finger into Tom's puckering hole. Amazingly, it responded by winking like an eye as the finger came out. After a few more single digit penetrations, Coach added his middle finger. Tom's moans egged him on. Soon it was three fingers. By the time Coach added a thumb with his pinky finger out like on a teacup, Tom was open. Beautiful cunt was all Coach could think. The plan was working. Tom would remember only the pleasure tomorrow, believing it was all a dream and beg coach for more of his sleep potion. But first things first. Coach had a big hand but was determined to get inside the 19 year old's ass with his hand. He would dig for the quarterback's prostrate and milk him. He will pump that prostate like a squeeze bulb forcing out quarterback juice. Slowly, patiently, Coach opened the beautiful hole wider and wider until, Eureka, the whole hand slid in. Coach saw the boy in extasy as his prostate was pushed and pumped and prodded. Soon, the flow began and coach was going to keep it flowing. After 2 hours, the player seemed spent. Coach slid his hand out, pulled the soaked towel out from under the boy, and lay him down. Surprisingly or not, the quarterback's cock remained rock hard. In the morning, Coach would double the dose in Tom's juice. Coach was up and ready at 6am. He woke Tom at 6:30. Tom was so groggy and Coach handed him a cup of his special coffee, this time with a stimulant. He ushered Tom to his bunk in the dormitory. Tom lay down in time for the blast of the 7 am wakeup. More to come if you want it.

This is profound to me, hit's so many notes in me at once, but very harmoniously. No, i don't think they are "lying," i think even in the absence of affirming words, part of what energizes You is the experience and fulfillment of Your desire/need in the response of the person You are rimming. As i see it, rimming for You is another form of "fucking." my sense (which may be wishful thinking lol) is that Your being "a little bit picky" is about the depth of connection? I.e., Your pickiness is about the reason You want/need to rim in the first place. That "picky" is about finding Your opposite equal in intent/desire/need. In my terminology, my attempts to explain this stuff, put it into words, Your tongue and mouth are "Cock." i have experienced Tops where They are so focused and connected, that Their finger, toys, words, a look, can all be Their Cock... and i have been "Cocked" by them in all those ways and more. i have this very involved notion of what "cock" is, way more than a physical organ between the legs, that a Mans Cock is the energy, desire, need driving and expressed through the physical. But loot to experience a Mans cock beyond the penis. Correspondingly, my 'hole' is way more than a physical opening in my ass or face. i know i have written this in other places on BZ, but some of what constitutes a Top/Dom to me are: "Cock, penetration, fucking, molding, creating, orgasm, breeding, seeding, marking, inseminating, impregnating, possessing, controlling.... " to name several. For me, bottom/sub corresponds to Him. yin to HIs Yang (no really new concepts here lol): "hole, penetrated, fucked, molded, creation, orgasm receiver/holder, bred, planted, marked, inseminated, impregnated, possessed, controlled."

Another weekend, another gangbang. Can't stress enough how being a dedicated cumdump for a group of men is the most incredible and satisfying feeling there is. 🐷

Wes Becomes the Blood Son of the Bear’s Family Downstairs in the front room of the guesthouse, Tom and Julio just grinned at Ed, and the three top men made out. While both men were enamored with Wes, Julio was utterly captivated. They agreed that although the boy belonged to Ed, Julio could be his secondary alpha. Tom was content. He didn’t share Julio and Ed’s need to have a relationship with the boys they fucked. For emotional support, his participation in their odd all-tops throuple and his more primary relationship with Julio was all he needed for love. For sex, he preferred boys he didn’t know, and especially boys he could take down a dark and brutal path. But Julio had always needed bottom boys he felt love towards, and who loved him back and encouraged Julio to abuse them. And while Big Ed was a cruel, cruel, top man when he wanted to be, he always needed a boy he loved and who he slowly corrupted over time. And they agreed Wes was a perfect candidate to be a long-term, maybe permanent, addition to their family. “You know though, men,” Tom said, “We really should go check on Wes. We’ve left an 18-year-old near virgin with a giant load of chempiss for quite a while.” So they went up and found Wes in a puddle of sweat, writhing as best he could in his bonds, his asshole sucking on the big inflatable. While Julio facefucked the boy and Ed removed the clamps and started nibbling on Wes’s now even more sensitive tits, Tom began slowly fucking him with the inflatable. They did this for about five minutes, just to keep the boy sexed up and the piss moving around. Tom and Ed stepped back and nodded at Julio. Tom removed the chain affixing the thin steel rod holding Wes upright, and slid the pole out from his bound wrists and ankles. As he did so, Julio drove his cock deep into Wes throat as he leaned down and without a a bit of visible effort picked Wes up and held him upside down in front of his chest, the boys mouth still locked on his cock. Wes groaned, then started sucking in earnest as the piss slipped deeper inside his upside down body. Julio held him like this, as Ed and Tom released the boys bonds and showed him how to support himself with his hands on Julio’s huge thighs. Wes was still shaking though, as he was flying and lost in the need for rough sex. After about five minutes, as Ed and Tom began moving the portable sling back into place and pulling out sex toys—dildos and plugs, sounds, tit clamps, and more drugs—Julio slowly walked Wes into the bathroom. Once in the shower, Julio moved the boy so he was cradled upright in his huge arms, and began kissing him and telling him what a good cocksucker he was. He gently put the boys feet down in the shower and, keeping a tight grip on the incredibly high and wobbly teenager, he got the boy into a squat. The boy was desperate to let the piss out, but Julio told him to hold it a second more as he deflated the inflatable. Some piss came out as the rubber tube excited his hole but Wes held the vast amount of it inside. The look of relief on Wes’s face as Julio let him push the liquid out was soon matched by glossy black eyes of lust, as Wes got even higher as ever more and more chems were absorbed as the piss excited his colon. The boy was so high, he could barely walk, so Julio picked him up, his huge hands toying with Wes’s burning hole, and put him in the sling. Julio cuffed his feet into the straps, but let his wrist cuffs free. He gave the boy a bottle of poppers with a sniffer head attached—he was pretty sure Wes would have trouble with the screw cap otherwise. Julio then lowered the back of the sling a bit, so it would be easier for the men to facefuck hum. Big Ed was the first up. He gave us boy a nice long fuck while Tom and Julio took turns facefucking Wes, teaching him to take their cocks in his mouth hole easier and easier as time went on. Ed came again, and then began to use toys on the boy. Over the next several hours, Wesley took toys much bigger than he ever could have imagined. Nothing they used was too deep—nothing longer than Tom’s cock—but the men were determined to double the boy, so they used pretty thick silicone cocks. They alternated toys and fucking, all the while keeping Wes’s throat filled with hard cock. After a while, the insatiable top men began to really teach Wes about pain. Julio loved CBT, so they took of the cage off and used sounds on his little cock while Julio squeezed and pulled and weighted his balls. Tom used a cock whip on Wes while first Julio than Ed fucked him, the top men thrilling at how the boy’s sweet pussy throbbed around their cocks with each cruel stroke. When they tired of that they recaged him—Big Ed whispering in his ear “The only reason you get to keep your cock is because we like to hurt you that way, only your holes will give you pleasure, you understand?” Wesley nodded, pleading quietly all the while for his daddy to use him. Julio started using variously sized beads on the boy, slowly increasing the roughness of how quickly he pushed them in and pulled them out. Because the boy was a beginner, the beans never got terribly large, but they did make Wes’s hole gape and throb, as they were by far the largest toys he’d ever taken. Soon the men started slipping dildos in as they fucked him, stretching him to be doubled. When Julio tried slipping a toy in beside his monster thickness Wes shouted out in pain. But they ignored him and continued to stretch until soon they had Wes out of the sling riding Julio and Tom’s cocks at the same time. Ed and Tom took turns doubling Wes, but they didn’t try Ed and Julio together. It was better to leave some depravities for the boy to work towards. They decided to take a little break, and snuggled on the bed. Wes was, of course still horny, and started begging. Each of the men slapped him hard for his impertinence, and then Tom drove a big dildo up his hole, Wesley screaming. and locked it into place with a leather strap. “Use your ass to suck on that, boy,” Tom snarled, “You’re here to serve us, not the other way around. “ And so Wesley lay across the bottom of the bed, while the top men rested, jacking their huge cocks, and giving Wes their toes and feet to worship. Soon enough, though, Wes was working his way up their bodies, thrilling at Tom’s long lean muscle, Julio’s gigantic body-builder calves and thighs, and his own Daddy, Big Ed’s sturdy, muscular legs. Finally the men relented and let Wes suck on their cocks. He started with Big Ed, working his way across. He made progress on deepthroating each of them, although he struggled with Julio’s girth. By the second time he came around to Tom, he discovered that Tom had put in a big smooth cock ring and his Jacob’s ladder, and Tom coached him in how to deepthroat him with the metal in. Anytime Tom had cause to reprimand the boy for failing, Tom did, giving Wesley a dizzying series of face slaps, throat chokes, punches, and hard slaps. They took turns spanking him while he gave first one, then the other the best blow job he could manage. Once his cheeks were red, verging on bruising from the hard spanks by huge hands they each possessed, they removed the big dildo and made him snuggle and watch videos of them destroying all sorts of young men. He sat between different combinations of men, but after about an hour, they shifted and he was between Big Ed and Tom. Tom had him suckle on his cock, occasionally feeding him a mouthful of piss, while Ed used his big fingers to tease and fuck Wesley’s very, very hungry hole. Tom made him explore with his tongue every nook and cranie created by his Jacob’s ladder, with Wesley sucking and taking into his mouth every piece of metal in the big cock, Wes working his way down to worship Tom’s balls with his mouth and Tom’s ass with his tongue. Satisfied the boy has became truly familiar with Tom’s huge tool, Big Ed had him worship his own tool, balls and ass, then brought him up to nestle between them. Tom gently getting Wesley even more horned up by playing with his nipples and ass. Julio shifted the porn, to focus on videos where boys were begging one or the other of the throuple for a pozzing. After watching several of these movies, Tom pulled the boy tenderly to his chest, moving Wes’s hands to stroke his growing cock. “You want that, too, right? Why?” Tom said. Wesley looked serious, his eyes black with Tina lust, and said “I want to be a part of your family Uncle Tom. Big Ed said he’d be my daddy and take care of me.” “Are you willing to do whatever it takes?” Tom said quietly, “Even get fucked brutally with all my metal and this thing here?” Tom reached beside himself to show Wes a big spiky cock ring. “This will tear you up inside and make your bleed—not a ton, but a little—and will make sure my poz seed makes your ours.” “Will it hurt?” Wes asked. “No more than other things you’ve done tonight,” Tom replied pointing as the screen. Wes’s eyes widened at the sight of dark haired young man with long lean muscle, begging Tom to hurt him and pozz him as Tom fucked him, slamming into him with the spiky piercing in place. Wes saw that Tom’s cock grew pink, and yet the boy urged Tom on and on. Eyes wide, Wes nodded, “I’ll do whatever it takes, Daddy Tom.” Tom made Wes kiss the spiky cock ring, and lick it. Tom used it on Wes’s nipples, and balls, and rolled it in his mouth, showing Wes that it wasn’t really sharp, just spiky and rough. Tom then picked him up and carried him to the bathroom alone. He closed the door—“You are mine alone to do with as I wish for several hours, boy,” Tom promised darkly—and made Wes get on his knees in the shower with his ass up and his chest to the floor. Tom speared the boys hole, pushing deep, with the hose of an enema bag containing the rest of the huge bottle of the throuple’s collected chempiss Ed had brought. When the boy was full he plugged him with an expandable plug, this one larger than the one they’d used before. and pumped it until Wes was clearly uncomfortable. Tom then sat on the shower bench and Wes gave his cock, balls and ass the very oral service he possibly could. Tom kept him plugged and locked for about an hour, at one point making him stand upside down in a handstand, Tom supporting him, to get the piss deep, then making him stand while Tom bit his nipples, and lightly punched his stomach, Tom enjoying the way the pain and strain made Wes’s perfect musculature look even more gorgeous. After about 45 minutes Wes was really struggling and so Tom took him in the shower and cuffed his hands behind his neck. He had the boy spread his legs as if he was going to let him released the pressure, but instead he began to slowly pump the plug more. When Wes started moaning he began to pump continuously until Wes was yelling, begging him to stop, but Tom didn’t stop until the plug was at its biggest. Wes had stopped yelling and was now crying silently. The pressure had forced the chempiss deeper though, and soon sweat was poring off him from a fresh high. Tom toyed with him now, pushing on the plug to try to lodge it deeper or brining it out just a few inches, the huge globe painfully stretching Wes’s asshole. Tom wanted to just reach in and yank the plug out fully inflated. And he’d done that many times and would someday soon to Wes, but he knew Ed had set parameters, and so he deflated the plug by about half before yanking it out, causing Wes to scream and then sigh as the potent piss shot out of his hole. Wes was barely coherent, but as Tom picked him up he was whispering “Use me please, daddy Tom, hurt me Daddy Tom.” Tom put the boy into the sling. He had the bedroom to himself, Julio and Big Ed having gone downstairs. The honor of pozzing the boy belonged to him, and so the boy was his alone for a while. Tom fucked the boy again, leaving in his big smooth ring, enjoying the boys hot hole. He was quite rough, spending time fucking at each of the boys sphincters. He slapped the boy, punched his stomach and pinched his chest. Wes was so high and so lost in bottomless desire, he egged it on, begging for the abuse. For a while, Tom tied Wes into a chair and put a pair of cruel spiked clamps on the boys small nipples. He tied up the boys balls tight, and hurt them, first by squeezing with his hands, and then with increasingly cruel hits with a small rubber hammer. Tom put Wes’s balls in a vise and turned the screw until Wes was groaning. Then he gagged the boy and cruely bit on his tits, chewing them until they were red. Finally, wiped the boys tits down with alcohol, and got out some little packages of needles. As he unwrapped one, he held it up to Wes’s face. Wes’s eyes widened. “Did you think,” Tom said, “That I wouldn’t notice that you had several videos that included piercing on your playlist? Well I did, so let’s help you experience that fantasy.” As Tom spoke, he slowly pushed the needle in. At first Wes just groaned, but by the time the needle came out the other side, he was screaming around the gag. Tom then went to the other side and did the other, and this time Wes screamed quickly and then hung his head, panting in pain. Tom let the boy sit, his head hanging in subjugation, for a few minutes while he changed out his cock ring to the spiky one. He then removed the gag and made Wes deepthroat his cock, the spiky cock ring causing the boy’s throat some pain. After he’d roughed the boys throat up a bit more, Tom knelt by the boy’s head, “If you join us, your sexual life will be to take what we give out when we give it out, no questions. Do you understand?” Wes looked up, the pain bringing his awareness into sharp focus, “Yes Uncle Tom, please use me for your pleasure, hurt me, pozz me, I want to be yours.” So Tom removed the needles, Wes hissing as Tom applied rubbing alcohol and squealing as Tom covered the sore nipples with triple antiobiotic salve. Tom unbound Wes and picked him up, kissing Wes passionately. Tom carried the boy over to the sling, telling him what a good boy he was. When he had the boy restrained in the sling Tom paused and admired the boy, already begging his Uncle Tom to fuck him. The boy really was a trouper. Tom had treated many inexperienced 18 year olds this harshly, and few had tried so hard to suck it up and take it. Tom left the boy and went over—just out of Wes’s sight—to prepare his long cock. Tom greased it up with a thick lube, and then proceeded to press Tina shards in every nook and crannie created by all of his metal. He would slow fuck the boy first, each shift in direction rolling the metal and delivering burning shards of Tina to Wes’s hole. While each would hurt, that would also build on the fire already burning in the kids pussy, a fire that Tom would then brutally feed into an inferno, as the spiky cock ring, slowly at first and then with increasing brutality stretched and tore the soft lining of the boys insides. Ton walked over a smiled down cruelly. Tom pulled the boy’s pussy open, and lined his cock up, and then he slammed his long brutally metaled cock all the way home. Wes was rigid, his mouth open in a silent howl, and then he started screaming as his body processed the burn of the top coating of Tina. Tom waited until the boy subsided as the Tina turned to desire, then he shifted his angle inside the boy, giving a little slow fuck, and deposited another set of sharp burning shards. Wes gave a series of sharp cries, as over the next few minutes Tom shifted around to try to expose the various sides of his metal and deliver the boy a huge and wild booty bump. Tom slow fucked the boy, letting his metal drag around inside the boypussy slowly. Wes was in a constant state of uncertainty, one minute craving the feeling the next minute hurting. Tom made Wes squeeze and suckle his long cock with his ass, then pulling out or pushing in, making the boys hole sore. As the Tina took over, Tom increased the speed of the fuck, slamming into the boy and then the boy’s hole grasping at him as Tom pulled his cock out. Wes began to crave the destruction, and began begging Tom to use him. Tom fucked him this way for a long time —over an hour —before pulling out and ramming a long dildo in the boy. Tom smoked a bowl as he used the dildo to fuck the boy, keeping Wes horned and begging, “Please Uncle Tom, need cock, need your cock, need hurt.” After he finished the bowl, Tom went over and recoated his cock with shards. The boy was already beyond fucked up, but Tom wanted him to be nothing but a hole. And Tom knew little Wes ‘s his already bruised and battered hole would absorb the Tina even faster, bringing the boy higher and higher. Tom yanked the big toy out and speared the boy again. The boy responded to the burning with a cry, then his ass immediately clamped down, milking the big cock,craving the Tina burn. “Red hot poker, fuck me, feels so good,” Wes began chanting. No longer bothering to be slow, Tom began fucking and changing his angles as the boy quivered and shook as his hole felt stung over and over. He removed the boys restraints, and keeping his cock buried, turned the boy onto his hands and knees on the bed, Wes screamed briefly as his hole was rotated around the hard cock, pulling and shifting in new ways and delivering a coulple more shards. Without missing a best Tom kept fucking, and he fucked Wesley in every position imaginable. He fucked him harder and harder, and then when his cock began to turn very light pink, Tom grabbed Wes around his chest, forcing the perfect body to arch like a bow, and he drilled him as deep as he could for about half an hour more before letting loose a giant load. Wes was a mess, his butt red from Tom’s spanking, his neck and shoulder showing the imprint of where the bigger man had choked him, his muscular stomach and back glistening with sweat, and yet he still pushed and pulsed his ass around Tom’s cock, begging to be fucked. Tom pulled out and then plugged and blindfolded the boy. Tom then placed him on the bed and used the cuffs to position his ass up with his wrists cuffed to his ankles. He then sat on the bed and made the boy use his mouth to clean up his cock before feeding him, another load of piss. He then pissed on a jock and stuffed it in the boys mouth and then gagged the boy, making sure the jock was hanging out of the gag and wouldn’t get sucked in and choke the boy to death. As he left he bent down and said, “Stay here boy and let Uncle Tom’s swimmers soak in your ass.” Wesley just smiled a crooked, fucked-up smile, and said, “Thank you, sir.”

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

I don't know any other site site where you can discuss topics from how many loads you are getting/giving to politics to travel tips or advice on whatever topic.

I love my dick...every morning, every day, every night!

To the OP, of course there is ... hope you didn't poke a hole in your cheek !!! To the rest, of course there are. To the point though, BZ is the only site I know of wherein we're given the chance to discuss all kinds of topics - sexual and otherwise - each guy getting his say, offering commentary, perspective, differing ideas, and all in a (mostly) polite, genuine, interesting way. When I was still using the fuck-apps, I don't recall ever having any kind of conversation about other issues of the day. I don't think of Breeding Zone as merely a hook-up site* - I think of it as a meeting-place, where men like me can talk freely about whatever is on their minds, without concern for antagonistic, thoughtless replies (well, mostly anyway). Guys like you, for instance. For me, the opportunity to discuss widely ranging issues, from raw gay sex to politics to almost anything conceivable is a fantastic "find", which is why I visit almost every day. Sure, some of the topics I never bother to read, but those I do have content by educated, serious men who happen to love the same kind of sex I do. Win/win, in my book. *like bbrt, manhunt, a4a, all those kinds of sites. I know guys on BZ do hook up with each other occasionally, and that's great, but I wonder what percentage of members that would be ....

I fucking love having a strong thicc cock and a tight asshole. I love using both at once. Couple of weeks ago I buried my cock balls-deep up Dwayne’s hole while Drew’s hard shaft was buried deep in my ass. As I shot my load inside Dwayne, my throbbing hole milked Drew’s cock and he pumped his load up my ass.

I walked through the airport, feeling Adrian's cum dripping out of my ass. I made it through security and found my gate. Adrian was nowhere to be seen. I felt a tap on my shoulder, and a woman told me that it looks like I may have sat in something. My face went beet red, knowing exactly what it was. I ran to the bathroom and looked in the mirror and noticed that there was a small wet circle in my shorts. Adrian's cum had seeped out my ass and made a wet spot. It was very noticeable against the fabric. I wiped my ass, trying to clean up any cum that had leaked out, and then went back to the gate. Since I had nothing to change into, I had no alternatives other than to keep wearing the shorts with the cum stain on the back. I'm sure I was a sight to see with a hickey's on my neck and cum stains on my shorts. My cock went rock hard thinking about this. I sat back at the gate, finding a spot to sit down and hide the stain on my shorts. I got a text message on my phone. I pulled it out to see it was from "Daddy". I opened it and read it. "You look like such a whore. I can see the cum stain on your shorts" . I looked around to try and find where he was, because obviously he was close. I saw him sitting against the windows, 4 rows over from where I was sitting. I didn't know what to say back and just ignored it. I got another text, and looked down to see it was from my girlfriend. "Can't wait to see you babe!". I felt so bad, knowing that I was about to break her heart. I texted back, "Me too. Think we need to talk when I get there". She responded, asking what was up. I ignored her and boarded the plane a short time later. I was sitting toward the back of the plane, hoping to catch a glimpse of Adrian, secretly hoping but not hoping he would be sitting close to me. I saw him sit up in business class, and my hopes were dashed. Of course hes in business class I thought to myself. The plane took off and we arrived several hours later. My ass felt wet the whole time, and I just knew the 3 loads marinating in me were still leaking out. When we landed, I got a text from "Daddy". All it said was "let me know when you're ready". I responded with a "yes sir". I met my girlfriend at the curbside pickup. When I got into the car she immediately saw the hickey's on my neck and told me I was a fucking piece of shit, and that she knew I had cheated on her. "I guess I know what you wanted to talk about, we are fucking done get the fuck out of my car. I hope one night with a whore was worth losing me!!". I looked over to see her crying. Little did she know that I was in fact the whore, and I had been dicked down the night before by a big cock. I got out of the car, and sat on the sidewalk with my two suitcases as she sped off. "That went suprisingly well", I thought to myself. I pulled out my phone, and for some reason I had butterflies in my stomach and my hand shook as I text "Daddy". All I said was "It's over sir". He responded and asked where I was, and that he would be pulling up soon in a black Jeep. No more than a few minutes later did Adrian pull up in his Jeep. My stomach fluttered in anticipiation as to what was about to happen. This was completely uncharted territory for me, and I was nervous about what the next step was going to bring. I loaded my stuff into his Jeep, and sat in the front seat as he drove off. Adrian rubbed his big hand up my thigh, inside my shorts, stroking my hard cock. "You did such a good job today fuck slut. Daddy's so fucking proud you did the right thing. I'm in charge of you now. Your life is about to fucking change. A few rules. You do everything I say, no limits, and you call me Sir or Daddy from now on. Is that clear?", he firmly asked. "Yes.. Sir", I responded. We kept driving down the interstate, mostly in silence, as I did not know what to say our do. Adrian grabbed my hand and put it over his crotch. I started rubbing at his now hardening cock, and before long it was rock hard. I needed this cock in my ass. Adrian kept his hand on my thigh, moving it up and down close to my cock. They way he rubbed my leg reminded me of the way I used to rub my girlfriends leg when we were in the car. We passed the exit to go toward my school, where I thought Adrian was taking me. "Uh..um..Sir..I think you missed the exit to my school". Adrian responded, not even looking at me "We ain't going to your school". My heart skipped a beat, and it felt like I had a frog in my throat. Thank god today was only Saturday, and classes don't start until Monday, I thought to myself. Buys me a little extra time to deal with whatever Adrian's gonna put me through. We kept driving for a short time, before pulling up to a modest house in the suburbs. Adrian pulled into the garage and lowered the door down behind us. "Get the fuck out of the car, leave your shit in here, you won't be needing it". We both got out of the car and walked into the house. As we stood in the entryway Adrian snapped at me "Get your fucking clothes off. From now on when you're in this house your naked or in a jock, and since you don't have any jocks right now looks like you're gonna be naked". I stood there, thinking that I had gotten myself in over my head. I felt a slap to my face, and I saw red and white lights. "WE DON'T HAVE ALL FUCKING DAY!!", Adrian yelled. I got myself together and started to strip out of my shorts and shirt. Adrian told me to take my sneakers off, but to leave my tube socks on. He told me to fucking kneel in front of him, and I complied, not wanting to get hit again. "Wait the fuck here", Adrian told me, has he disappeared back into the house. At this point I knew I probably shouldn't be here, and worried about what was going to happen to me. I realized that nobody even knew where I was. Adrian returned, carrying several items with him. The first thing that I saw was a large ball with two bands that came out of it, with clasps on each end. The ball had marks all over it, which I later realized were teeth marks from other people. This gag had obviously seen some shit. "Open your mouth, I'm gonna gag you so we don't bother the neighbors". Adrian pulled the ball tight in my mouth, and secured the strap firmly around my head. My jaw was immediately sore, and I started leaking saliva out of the corners of my mouth. It was so fucking uncomfortable, but all I could do was whimper into the gag. Next Adrian put a strap around my neck and secured it. I quickly realized that he had put a black leather collar around me neck. "Look at my fucking prize. You don't know what you just fucking signed up for, fag boy. You look so fucking innocent right now". I felt Adrian grab the ring on my collar and drag me down the hallway. My rock hard cock was bouncing in front of me. "How the fuck could I be hard in a moment like this?", I thought to myself. I was scared shitless. Adrian drug me through his master bedroom and into a big master bathroom attached to the bedroom. "Daddy's gonna teach you how to prep that pussy to be fucked. I expect you to have this pussy prepped everytime you come over to be fucked and bred". He turned on the shower, and I saw some contraption with a long hose hanging from the shower head. "Getting in the fucking shower!" Adrian snapped, and I quickly obeyed, stripping off my socks and getting in. Adrian spanked my ass as I walked by. Once in the shower Adrian shoved the hose up my ass, and turned a nozzle that started filling my ass with water. He filled it so full I felt like my stomach was going to explode. "Hold that water in there until I fucking tell you to let it out. If you dump it early you're gonna be really fucking sorry". My stomach started to cramp, and it was so fucking uncomfortable. Right before I felt like I was going to lose control, Adrian let me push it all out. He repeated his process several times. "You keep doing this shit until that waters clear. That means that boy pussy is ready to be fucked". I nodded my head, signalling I understood. Adrian yanked me out of the shower and dried me off. With the ball gag still in my mouth, he told me to put my fuck socks back on because he likes them on when he fucks me. Saliva was still dripping out of the corners of my mouth and my jaw was so fucking sore. I was led to the bedroom and bent over the side of the bed with my face down in the mattress. My feet were on the floor with my ass sticking up in the air. "Don't fucking move". I heard Adrian walking away and then shortly later, walking back. He picked up my head by the hair and the room suddenly went dark. Adrian had put a hood over my head, that left my mouth exposed. I then felt Adrian secure my wrists behind my back, with what felt like leather bands on my wrists that were clipped together. Scared to move, I held that position as Adrian moved around the room. I could feel the air moving around me from him and his feet walking on the floor. I felt so fucking vulnerable, in this guys house, blinded by a hood, gagged, and my hands behind my back. After what felt like several minutes, but was probably not actually that long, I felt Adrian standing behind me again. All I could hear was his breathing. Suddenly there was a loud "crack" in the room, as something hit my ass cheeks. Whatever it was hurt like hell and caused my ass cheeks to burn. "Daddy likes to remind his boys whos in charge. I want to give you a taste of what to expect if you every disobey me or let me down. I'm gonna give this ass 10 spanks with my paddle before I fuck another poz load into you". I groaned, but bit into the gag trying to stay strong. He started paddling my ass again, and every strike stung more and more. It hurt so fucking bad. Tears were running down my cheeks into the bed. I counted out 10 strikes in my head, and hoped this was finally over. I felt what I assumed was the paddle fall on the bed next to me. I could feel Adrian moving behind me again before I felt the dull object pushing at my ass hole. I heard him spit onto my ass crack before he started pushing his big cock into me, using only his spit as lube. "Just my spit is all this ass should need to take this cock boy. Get used to this". He slowly sunk his cock into me before I felt the familiar scatching at my ass cheeks from his pubic hair, meaning he was balls deep. My ass was sore from my cherry being broken the night before, but this time the pain turned to pleasure much quicker. I realized how much I was really starting to like having this cock in my ass. "Fuck this pussy. Fucking fag. Give me this fucking ass. I'm gonna ruin this ass. Gonna knock you up" . Adrian had grabbed my hips and was deep fucking me. All I could do was whimper into the gag, the cock felt so good. I felt myself pushing back onto his cock, trying to get more. "Fucking fag likes this big fucking cock". I felt Adrian tense up, and a few seconds later he was unloading another poz load up my ass. "Uhhh...take that dirty load", he yelled out as he slammed his cock in and out of my, seeding my ass with his poz cum. It surprised me how ok with this I was. He pulled out, leaving my ass gaping, before pulling my collar. "Get this fucking hog cleaned up". I got to my knees and cleaned up his cock, licking all my juices and his cum off. "We gotta work on that mouth boy. You need to learn how to take a cock up that mouth properly". The hood was suddenly pulled from my head and I was blinded by the light in the room. I was happy to see again, even if I was still gagged and my hands restrained. I was drug by the collar out to the living room, where Adrian sat down on the couch. He spread his legs and he told me to "get down there, time for a lesson". I felt him unlatch the ball gag and he took it from my mouth and dropped in on the floor next to me. For the next two hours, Adrian watched TV and smoked a cigar, while coaching me on how to work his cock in my mouth. He would grab head and work it up and down while I sputtered and gagged. Before long my face, chest, and his cock were full of my slobber. He held my head in place while he fucked my mouth like a piston. "Suck that big fucking cock you faggot. Look at you little white bitch gaggin on that big cock. Fucking worthless slut". I was slapped in the face every time I did something that Adrian didn't like. Slowly, over time, I was able to get more and more cock into my mouth before I was finally able to deep throat his full cock. Everytime Adrain was getting close to blowing a load, he would pull me off his cock until he was backed down enough for me to start sucking again. "Gotta save that cum for your pussy. Daddy still has to get you pregnant". Deepthroating his cock really seemed to make Adrian happy with me. "Thats how that mouth is supposed to be used. Just think yesterday you thought you liked fucking women, now both of your holes have been converted to please my cock. And all my friends cocks." Friends cocks? "What the fuck" I thought to myself. Seeing the apprehension in my face, Adrian told me "yeah thats right. I'm gonna share you with all my friends. We are gonna get these holes used". I wasn't sure if I was looking forward to this or scared shitless, but what choice did I have? Adrian pulled me into the bedroom and fucked me two more times, putting two more poz loads in my ass. Before going to sleep, Adrian opened a drawer and pulled something that looked like a large tear drop out. "This is gonna plug that boy ass. We gotta keep that cum in there so it can marinate over night and let my poz swimmers work their magic." He shoved the large plug up my ass, big enough to make me feel full, but not hurt. Adrian unhooked my wrists, which had been behind my back for the last few hours. My shoulders hurt like hell has the blood rushed back into them. "Get in the fucking bed fag". I laid next to Adrian, and he was the big spoon to my little spoon. It was crazy how a man who could be beating my ass and calling me a faggot one second, seemed to flip a switch and have a soft spot for me the next. Maybe he wasn't so bad after all under that tough guy attitude.

John pushed BB of his lap and stood “Come with me Boy” He said and BB followed like a puppy with me trailing behind looking amused These two were the hottest men I had ever seen in my life, by far. It never occurred to me they would both say the same about me and I think I would be a different person if it had. Most of us never see our own attractiveness and those who do are usually total asses about it which makes them ugly in other ways In our bedroom John got naked and sat on the edge of the bed “Strip and kneel” he said to BB who quickly complied then leaned towards John’s almost hypnotic cock. My cock is a little larger than John’s. It’s a smooth ten inch shaft wider than it is thick John’s cock had a power all it’s own with it’s twisted blue veins creating light and shadows. It always seemed to pulse with a slightly malevolent need to take a man’s hole and claim it, breed it, own it and never let it forget the feeling of that cock possessing and filling it, BB was lost in the power of that cock but as his lips neared to kiss it John stopped him “El gave you his terms. Now hear mine. There will be no drugs in this relationship. You will enroll in a rehab tomorrow. I don’t want to hear that you can stop on your own. I have seen too many friends who said that die of overdoses, You WILL get help and you WILL live the rest of your life clean and sober. If I catch you drunk or high one time that will be the end of it” John said in firm tones “This will be your new addiction” he said gripping his cock and balls as they shown with that dominant masculine energy that was his alone “You will worship at the shrine of my cock every day. El loves. I own, I own him and if you are going to be with us I will own you as well. Is that understood?” “Yes” BB said “I understand” “Yes Master” John corrected sharply “When we are in this room you will always address me as Master” “Yes Master” BB said “Good Boy, now you may kiss and worship my cock and if El did not manage to impregnate you with our HIV the other night we will correct that” John crooned stroking BB’s head like a dog I stripped kneeling behind BB and as he bent forward to kiss and lick John’s shaft I put my hands on his hips lifting him to his hands and knees lubing up and sliding in with as much ease as the first time and groaning as BB’s inner walls caressed me and welcomed me like a well made lock welcomes it’s key BB was tracing every vein on John’s cock with his tongue getting to know it inch by inch. Then he went down and sucked each of John's balls onto his mouth, they were too bug to suck at the same time. Then finally he took a cock into his mouth for the first time in his life as John instructed him on the best ways to pleasure a man with his mouth Soon my thrusts were forcing BB further and further ont John’s cock. I suspect from the side it looked like our cocks were one solid pole that went all the way through him and that BB was just sliding back and forth on it. The pace picked up and finally BB got a toxic load from each end then we all jumped a little at the sound of applause The Twins had long ago learned that if we didn’t answer the door on this day of the week to just come on in because the house staff was off and we were probably fucking “I never thought I would see BB here but I have to say I am glad” Cal said “Yes, we need another person we are allowed to fuck besides each other” Sal agreed No one fucked John and only John fucked me so till now the twins options had been limited “You ok with that BB baby?” I asked gently The affection and tenderness in my voice shocked the twins and I gave them a brief run-through of the day’s discussions that also gave BB time to think “We are very happy to see the change in you and we don’t just mean the sexual one” Sal said “You were kind of an unbearable prick before” Cal agreed and I winced a little at his bluntness. For some reason the desire to protect BB rose up in me for an instant “Guilty as charged” BB admitted “John and El are your men but we would love to share our bodies and our friendship with you” Cal said. It was very firmly established that the twins only felt romantic love for each other. Lust and friendship were other matters though BB nodded, held out his arms and the three toppled on the bed together It was BB sandwich Sal fucking him and him fucking Cal I noticed a look of pain on BB’s face as Sal entered him. Sal’s cock is inches shorter and thinner than mine so it was unusual After 10 minutes the reversed and now it wads Cal fucking BB while he fucked Sal and again there was that look of pain when Cal slid in but soon the three were moaning and a great three way orgasm followed Then John took BB on his back, gently easing in but again that look of momentary pain crossed BB’s face but was quickly forgotten as John’s skill as a top man took over When they finished BB stayed on his back and held out his arms to me. I smiled and got between his legs putting the tip of my cock at his hole intending to ease in gently as John had done but the phone rang startling me and making my knee slip sending my cock plunging balls deep into him John answered then hung up saying “Wrong number” The look on BB’s face was not pain but pure bliss amd he pulled me down for a hungry passionate kiss. We would find out over time that I almost could not hurt BB with my cock. It took real effort to cause mild discomfort even I was the same when John was in me and since only he fucked me I didn’y know how unusual that was For the rest of his life every cock BB took caused that momentary pain except mine. Some things are just meant to go together I guess I shot the last load of poz cum for the day and we all slept happily together The next day I drove BB to a local hospital and he checked himself into a six week rehab program. He never fell off the wagon again The five of us were inseparable. BB, the twins and I simply dropped out of the party scene for a few months and when we returned we brought John with us. He caused quite a stir with his slightly older good looks and quite frankly got tired of young ladies trying to get him alone A new special ogre had established itself in our absence but we ignored it. BB’s old cronies tried to drag him back into their juvenile, hate filled conversations but he would just smile, shrug and wake away, He was even more popular than he was before. Go figure He credited me with getting him into rehab thus explaining our new close friendship, The others all flirted with the girls enough to cover themselves and make the other guys jealous. We generally just had a good time while we waited for our next opportunity, I was married to a woman and no one thought it was unusual that she was attending college in another state, so I didn’t have to flirt The opportunities presented themselves regularly. Sometimes it was a passed out R Party straight boy in the changing room at the beach and we would take turns breeding him while the others kept watch, Sometimes it was an older man at a party, Usually the host who would “Seduce” a younger man getting him to his bedroom or some other secretive place only to be surprised when that young man flipped him on his stomach and bred him like a bitch, Over the course of a few months we must have pozzed thirty R Party holes BB had argues with his dad and they were barely talking, His Dad was a senator and was constantly trying to cut HIV research, education and drug cost assistance out of every budget that crossed his path BB had tested Poz a couple weeks before and one night I got a call from him about 10 pm I drove over to his house and he met me at the door in a robe leading me quietly up the stairs Senator Bradwell lay in a compromising position, an almost empty bottle of whiskey on the night stand as he was sprawled face down one leg bent and the other straight out buck assed naked I had seen BB in that position many tomes and from this angle it was hard to tell father from son. When I noticed the wet matted hair in his crack around his hole I got instantly rock hard “I already bred him three times but I thought you would like a crack at his ass” BB said grinning evilly I dropped my pants, mounted and pushed in, the man never even stirred. It looked like BB’s ass but it didn’t feel the same, BB’s ass felt like everything that was good about male on male sex, This ass was just a hole to breed and poz which I did four times in under an hour When I was done we cleaned up the sleeping senator and left him there. A couple weeks later BB caused another fight with his dad who was not feeling well for some reason and moved out renting a room in my house A few months later his Dad stepped opposing HIV research saying he had found compassion in his heart, “And Virus in his blood” BB said evilly as we watched the news on the couch cuddling with John “I love you BB” I said for the first time ever and John smiled squeezing us both saying “My Boys” **************************************************************************************** Next Chapter: Mr. Poz goes to Washington Let me know what you think! Scanbu

The Big Black Bear’s Family Meats Little Wesley Ed just relaxed for a bit, jacking his big uncut tool as he watched the boys favorite porn. He noted that most of the tops he liked were black, but that there were plenty of Latinos, and some white guys. The one thing they had in common was big cocks. There wasn’t an average or even medium cock on a single one. Smiling he picked up his mobile and went downstairs so the boy couldn’t hear him. “Tom, it’s Ed. You and Julio here? Good, give me about an hour and half. I need to fuck him up before you come over.” Ed went upstairs and opened the bathroom door. The smell of piss was strong, but the boy remained in position, he was clearly struggling a bit, his shoulder quivered from being cuffed behind him. Ed pulled his face up gently and commanded him to open his mouth, he spit in the boys mouth and then commanded Wes to suck his cock. The boy obeyed and gave a decent blow job for about 10 minutes. Ed then stood him up and uncuffed him and then they showered. Ed taught the boy how to clean him, to kiss each part of his big body before washing. After cleaning the boy—Ed loving the feel of Wes’s hard little muscles—Ed brought him to the bed and got him on his hands and knees. He slipped the plug out, and noticed the boy hissed. “Little sore?” Ed asked. “Yes, sir,” Wes admitted. Big Ed smiled, “Daddy’s got something for that.” Ed grabbed his bag and went downstairs to the kitchen. He grabbed a Gatorade and put in a very small dose of G. He then dumped a big bump of Tina—triple anything the boy had taken thus far—into a syringe with no needle and then opened up a capsule of x into it as well, filling the syringe with some distilled water. He threw the Gatorade back into his bag and carried the syringe carefully up the stairs. Upstairs, he was pleased the boy was still in position. Ed put some thumping electro onto the sound system. He then got behind the boy and said, “Daddy’s got something that will help with the soreness, put your chest down on the bed,” and then he gently slid the syringe deep as it would go. The boy grunted but stayed in position as Ed released the liquid. Ed lubed up the small plug and eased that into the boy. After a few minutes the boy started to feel the big bump. Ed climbed up on the bed with the Gatorade and a pipe with a full bowl. Ed patted beside himself, and the boy crawled up and snuggled next to him, as close as he could. Ed had him drink the Gatorade and pulled up a rough fucking scene on his iPad. The scene was similar to one on the boy’s favorites list. In it, Ed and his partners Tom and Julio were destroying a young blonde twink. Wes was clearly turned on by the scene. . Then his eyes grew wide, “Is that you, sir?” “Yep boy, that’s me and some friends,”Ed replied. “Fuck that’s hot,” Wes said, wiggling his ass around as the twink cried out as Julio’s super thick cock penetrated the twink. He let the movie play, and saw Wes get more and more turned on as the sex on screen got rougher. Ed smoked a bowl, shotgunning the boy as well as teaching him to suck on the pipe. He then used padded wrist and ankle cliffs to align the boy on his back, wrist and ankles cuffed around a thin black bar. Ed finger fucked him, the boy not even remembering he was supposed to be sore. God, how Ed wanted to fist the boy. His cock rose as he thought about busting the boy’s fisting cherry. But not tonight. Some day later, when the boy had been turned into a needy fuck hole who could think of nothing but being filled. He texted Tom and Julio, “Come over.” “Metal or no?” Tom texted back, asking if he should remove the Jacob’s ladder from his long white snake. “None for now, but bring it,” Ed said. The question carried a deeper meaning: did Ed want the boy ruined now or turned into a fuck pig more slowly. If Ed didn’t care if Tom made Wes bleed from the beginning, he would have let him wear the metal bars from the first fuck. The boy in the video—Josh—had bled the first several times they used him. Josh was now house cunthole at a dealers place in New Orleans, chained up in the basement to be used by anyone who wanted him. Ed, Tom, and Julio had gone there the last time they were in New Orleans. The boy was so high he didn’t recognize them, he just dropped into position with his ass—covered in welts and bruises—held open with his hands.But the minute Tom slammed his fully metaled cock into him in one thrust, Josh begged his Daddy Tom to fuck him. After hours of getting doubled by different combinations of the men, Josh started begging Ed to fist him. Josh’s hole was so ruined, Ed’s fist sank to the elbow with no trouble. But that fate wasn’t what Ed wanted for Wes. Oh Wes would do all of those things, including bleed, but he would experience those things slowly as Ed guided him to explore his deepest and darkest desires. Ed didn’t want to ruin Wes, he wanted Wes as his full time boy. Ed leaned in next to the boys head, “You want to meet the men who were in that video? Have them fuck you like that?” “ Yes, daddy, please, I want to get fucked so bad.” Ed smiled, “You want to join out little family, be my full time boy?” “Yes, sir, please,” Wesley said, “Please.” “You want your Uncle Tommy to knock you up, poz you?” Ed asked, “ Make you related to me by blood?” Wes looked confused. “I’m pozz boy, but I’m undetectable,” Ed said, “so you can’t get it from me. But your Uncle Tommy went off his meds six weeks ago when your dad asked about the car. He can pozz you and make you our blood relative.” Wesley paused and said, “Will you take care of me and fuck me every every day if I become your boy?” Ed said “Yes.” And Wesley nodded, “Please make me your blood relative, Daddy.” Ed smiled and gave Wes a deep kiss. “I promise to take care of you and I promise to see that you get fucked every day, and I also promise that sometimes I will hurt you, but only because I know you want it.” Ed then uncuffed the boy from the pole that held his legs and arms together, and Ed had him kneel in the shower, his hands again cuffed behind his back and then Ed blindfold Wes. Wes waited this way for about 20 minutes until he heard voices in the bathroom. “Jesus, he’s as beautiful as you said,” a Southern voice said, and then Wes felt hands touching his pecs and and pinching tits. Another hand, bigger, cupped his buttocks and a deep voice with a Latin accent said “Push that plug and all that piss out so I can see that hole.” Wesley pushed grunting and when all the piss was out he felt big fingers with the familiar burn of Tina pushing in his hole. “You got a sweet hole, baby,” the deep voice said, “We’re gonna fuck you up, get you so high, your boypussy gonna feel so good wrapped around my thick cock.” Wes felt a sharp slap, and then the other voice, Southern, “I hear you want my poz seed?” “Yes sir,” Wes said, his voice solemn. “Open that mouth and take this load of piss. Do a good job and I will give you what you need.” So Wes drank both men’s piss, trying hard to be a good boy. When he was done, they stood him up and hosed him off, still blindfolded. The big handed man tied his balls with tight leather cord, separating them, the big hands squeezing them as he did so, making Wes groan. The man then turned him around and got the leather wet. “As it dries, little one, it will tighten and squeeze your balls more. You will learn to like that.” They dried Wes off and then strong arms carried him into the bedroom. They lay him down on some sort of leather sheet in the air, Wesley felt the thing swing. They cuffed his arms and legs and Wes heard chains swinging. “You’re going to like riding in the sling,” the Southern voice said, close to his face. The man slipped his blindfold off and Wes blinked and looked into the handsome, face of his Uncle Tom, his shaved head glimmering in the light. Tom had Wes lick and sniff his smelly pitts and lick his big nipples, then Tom stood up and Wesley saw that he was covered in tatts with a full sleeve running from one shoulder to his long hands. The other arm was marked off on the inside with a ruler to the quarter inch, running up into his armpit. His long cock was raging hard, and he adjusted it and abruptly speared into Wes’s hole and kept pushing, Wes felt him stretch his second hole and the cock kept coming, suddenly penetrating too deep, Wes tensed up and Tom slowed down but didn’t stop until Wes groaned aloud. “Gotta surprise for you, baby boy,” Tom said softly. And Wes felt a warm wetness and the start of a burn, and he gave a little cry, as Tom released, with a little squirt of piss, the huge shard he’d hidden in his piss slit. Tom pressed forward slowly. Wesley cried out, “Oh sir, it burns, like a hot poker deep inside.” Tom still pressed forward, releasing a small stream of piss, going deeper into the boy than anyone had. Suddenly, Tom felt the boy’s hole change, and he heard Wes say, “Oh fuck your dick is so deep, so good.” And with those words Tom pushed harder, Wes pulling his legs wide in the sling, desperate to help in his own violation, raising his pelvis up just slightly. Tom pushed and pushed and suddenly he was balls deep, Wesley shaking and moaning, his body stretched open like he was being crucified through the burning cock in his boyhole. Tom brought his cock back a few inches, then fucked the boys deep place, doing this over and over until the boy started to loosen up. Tom then steadily increased the strokes of his fuck until he could pull his cock out and slam it back in. Wes was wild, sweat pouring from his body, Julio stood beside Wes, kissing him deeply, biting his nipples, leaving little pinched bite marks down Wes’s defined abs. Julio would scoop up the sweat and precum pooling in the bend of Wesley’s torso and feed it to Wes, then set Wes’s mouth to work on his own sweaty pits. Julio worked in harmony with his man of 20 years, knowing exactly when Tom was about to deliver a jarring full-cock fuck and he’d be ready to stimulate the boys nipples or nibble at his ear. Wesley was in pigboy heaven, being ravished by two total top men of his dreams. He had never been so high, and had never had so many sensations at once. He was completely lost in the need to be used, to be opened, to be fucked, to be devoured. He opened his legs as wide as he could, driving back hard against Tom’s incredibly deep fuck. Tom leaned in and he and Julio kissed the boy together, their huge tongues stretching his much smaller mouth wide. “Oh baby,” Tom said, slapping Wes lightly to make him focus,”Are you trying to get me to go deeper?” Wes responded by pushing back, and Tom indeed slipped deeper for just a second. Wes said, “ Yes daddy, deeper daddy, take me Tom, fuck me Tom, I want your DNA, make me family, please!” Hearing those words, with his cock straining from 7-days of pent-up load saved just for this moment, Tom roared, fucking wildly and filled the boy with a giant load. Tom waited a minute and let his load soak in the hot clutching wetness. Wesley was so turned on, his hole was squeezing Tom, desperate to get the top man hard for another go. Tom carefully pulled out and Julio’s broad shoulders and torso took his place before Wesley’s open legs. His body was big — wider than Big Ed, but shorter, like 5’11”. Wesley looked up at him with lust. Julio was brutally handsome, his features rugged, his dark eyes black with the light of a rough top man on Tina. And Wesley couldn’t believe how thick the man’s 10 inch cock was. For his part, Julio marveled at Wesley’s beauty, his gorgeous blonde hair, perfect body, his defined abs leading a trail to his locked boy clit,at how Wes’s hips were dwarfed by his own wider body, and how his cock—8 inches around—made the boys hole look so, so tiny. “Gonna split that pussy open, boy,” Julio promised, slipping another bump of Tina in the boys hole. Julio poured lube into the kid and then slicked up his cock. He grabbed Wes’s little balls, swollen in the leather cord, and squeezed as he pushed into Wes’ hole. The boy gasped and cried out, but Julio keep pushing until the boys hole stopped him. Wes had taken maybe three inches of Julio’s nearly 10 inches. Wes groaned and arched his back, “Fuck Uncle Julio, that’s so thick.” Julio pushed and another two inches slipped in. “Push out, boy, suckle my thick dick with your boypussy” Julio commanded. As Wes obeyed, Julio slipped most of the head of his iron-hard cock into the boys inner ring. Wesley cried out, then groaned. “Breathe, baby, breathe my thick dick to its home in your boypussy” Julio said soothingly, as he streamed several spirts of potent chempiss into the boys hole, displacing the several huge shards he’d stuff in his piss slit. As that began to dissolve and enter Wes’s bloodstream Julio started pushing again. Slow but relentless he pushed until Wes’s groans grew desperate. He paused and this time as he pissed, he reached down and kissed the boy, and started fucking. He went very slowly, but he covered increasing ground until he was fucking the boys second hole to the previous depth. Then he started fucking harder, pushing deeper. At first Wesley struggled and panted, but as all the drugs from his latest dose took hold, he started enjoying it. As he did, the deeper penetration by the thick tool got rougher and rougher. From time to time Julio would grab the boys balls and use them to hold the boy in place for his rigorous assault, Wes screaming slightly. Then, Wes began to beg, “Give me all that thick cock, wreck me, make me your boy cunt.” When he said that, Julio pulled out completely and began to pile drive the boys hole, pushing and pushing harder and deeper. The boy’s beautiful face oscillated between absolute pleasure and pain, suffering and joy. Ed and Tom were very turned on, and they stood next to the boy and got his mouth busy, then lowered his head in the sling slightly so Ed could start to facefuck the boy. Once he finally bottomed out, Julio cruelly fucked the boy at his deepest depth, the boy moaning and crying out around Ed’s thick cock as it fucked his throat. Then Julio began to shift the angles of his fuck. His cock was so thick, he could only shift slightly with a hole this tight, but he did very slowly start to move his coxk to claim more of the molten hot hole. “Your new boy’s ass is amazing,” Julio said, “18 and taking all these giant cocks like a champ. And this hole is like the sweetest velvet.” Ed grinned, pulled his cock out of the boys blubbering mouth, and leaned down and spit in Wes’s mouth. “You like your uncles cock, boy?” Ed demanded, “Which you like better?” Wesley said, barely able to form a sentence in the wake of the drugs and the intense fuck, “Tom so deep, Julio so thick, you so good, Daddy. I love cock, love cock, love cock.” Julio fucked Wesley for almost two hours. It was hell to keep from coming, but Julio forced himself, stopping his cock for a second while he made out with the boy. After the first 45 minutes, he uncuffed the boy from the sling and fucked him all over the bedroom. Wes with his arms against the wall, his ass getting brutally pounded. Wes with his hands on the ground, Julio pounding as Wes cried out from the difficult angle of assault. Wes on his back, as Julio tenderly kissed him and fucked him slowly one second, and then pounding brutally and slapping the boy hard the next. After Julio finally came, shouting out at what a sweet boypussy Wes was, he paused over the boy, dripping sweat that mingled with the pools of sweat lodged in Wes’s little muscles, Wes on his back with his legs on the huge man’s chest, Julio’s cock buried. Julio started shoving his fingers in the boys mouth, stretching it, and as he did so he began to fill the boy with a huge load of piss. He paused before it was all out his bladder and pulled out. Julio made Wes clean his cock, then he made the boy lick his asshole, not satisfied until he was sure the boy’s tongue had probed as far as he could, the boy desperate to please. He then eased his cock into the boys mouth and made him hold a big mouthful of piss, his checks rounded from the size of the load. Tom climbed in between Wes’s muscular legs then and slipped his cock in and let loose a huge piss load, only letting the boy swallow Julio’s potent piss when Tom’s pissing was finished, Wes’s face grimacing at the acrid taste of Julio’s chempiss. Wesley then serviced Tom the way he’d serviced Julio, while his Daddy Ed slipped thr big black hose of Wes dreams in his rapidly-filling boypussy. As Ed pulled out, ready to put the boys mouth to workonhis cock and asshole, Julio slipped a big butt plug up the boy. After a while, Ed knelt by the boy’s head, tenderly kissing him and stroking his hair and praising his beauty, telling him what a good boy he was, and how hot he looked getting fucked by his new Uncles. Wesley got higher and higher, as the huge triple load of chempiss coursed into his bloodstream through the thin, bruised and stretched walls of his colon. Then Julio and Tom began to bind the boy, Julio holding him upright as Tom bound his arms and knees again around the thin steel pole, and then sliding the sling over to near the bed and affixing a chain from the mobile sling leg to the thin steel pole, holding Wes into position on his back, his ass exposed. As the men did this, Ed moved from praise to subtle manipulation. Making sure that Wes expressed his desire to join their pozz family. Ed would lie by saying that Julio wouldn’t accept him if he didn’t test pozz right away. “You should do everything we tell you that will help you join, if that’s what you want?” Ed whispered. Wes nodded solemnly, “Yes, Daddy Ed, I want that and I will do what ever it takes.” Ed smiled, he would ask again, but Wes had just agreed to a brutal metal fuck at some time in this evening, and one that would likly run more than a little pink. They attached nipple clamps—rubber covered ones, rather than ones with sharp teeth, the boy was a beginner after all—and then they took turns toying with him, squeezing his balls and slapping and light punching his stomach. The men did this to be cruel, yes, and to help take Wes deeper into slutboy head space, but they also did it to keep the kids insides jumping and rumbling, making his colon milk even more chems from the piss. Finally, Tom—who got to be cruelest because he was the one would gone off meds to make this boy belong to them—slipped the plug out, slapping the boys ass and threatening dire consequences if the boy spilled a drop and then Tom slipped in an inflatable dildo. This one would expand outward in thickness but also several inches deeper into the boy, forcing the piss in front of it deeper and deeper onto the boy. Tom sat on the boys face—fuck, the kid was already a pretty good with his tongue up a top’s hole—and he began to inflate the tool. He did it slowly until the boy groaned and then kept inflating, very slowly, until it was fully inflated. Little Wes was rigid with pain, so Tom slapped his chest. The boy’s body jumped and he groaned as the surprise movement made his deeper hole open and piss moved in. Tom held him like this for just a few seconds before giving the boy some poppers. As the poppers relaxed him Wes groaned again as his hole opened and inflatable settled in and piss trickled in deeper. Tom left him there and he and Ed and Julio went downstairs.

I was browsing Grindr, not having much luck. I talked to multiple men, some I had met before, others I had not. None were accepting my offer of a hole to breed. Frustrated, I put my phone down and moved to my PC, planning on finding porn and using a toy for the evening. I started with bbrt, hoping for someone to take an interest. Signing in, my inbox was as good as useless; CumUnion and a non-starter "Oink!" message. Shifting my attention to the quick connect ads, I felt my eyes light up. "NEED LOOSE HOLE - HMU." I knew I had to message him, no matter the profile attached. I looked anyway. Clicking his profile name, I saw a man I couldn't resist. A muscle bear who enjoyed fisting and poz verbal. Same age as me, versatile and claimed a big dick, though had no dick pic. I didn't care about the lack of picture, as his being into fisting was enough, no matter his size. His face and body pictures showed an attractive man with great definition and plenty of body hair. I sent a message before I checked his entire profile, hoping I'd catch his attention and he'd want me. I was slim, stubbled and handsome. Not a twink, but not too far from the label. Tall, hairy and slightly muscled. Cub or otter, I couldn't say myself, but confident. While I waited for a reply, I continued looking at the man's profile. Very little detail apart from the fact that he was HIV positive. The line about poz verbal made more sense to me, then. I checked and rechecked his pictures, hoping he'd reply to the message I'd sent him. I checked the quick connect ad he'd posted a couple more times, along with my own profile and the message I'd sent him: "Loose hole looking." Had I been too direct? Should I have said "Hi" first? His reply came back within 15 minutes with an address and a phone number. I sent him a message, letting him know I was able to travel to him and I was still eager, that I'd set off to the address given within a few minutes. The man replied quickly, letting me know I'd be able to let myself in and that I should reply once I was outside his home and await instruction. I was already hard, but his message made my dick pulse. I got ready, ran down to my car and set off. The journey took me just over 30 minutes, when I check the time. I sent a fresh message to let my hook up know I was outside and awaiting his orders. I looked out my car window at the building. I was impressed, but surprised at the lack of security measures. No gates, open doors and apparently no one to challenge me just walking through the front door. My phone buzzed and I checked it immediately, excited for the meet I was about to have. "In the front door apt#2 on left door open strip inside come to bedroom listen for porn". My dick sprung up, I was ready for this. I got out of my car, walked to the front door, which was neither locked, nor manned and looked to the left. Apartment 2 was next to the main door and ajar. I walked towards it and pushed it open. Stepping inside, I closed it behind and began to strip. I slipped off my shoes, my jumper and t-shirt, followed by my jeans, socks and boxers. Stood naked in a stranger's hallway, I listened for the sound of porn. I could hear the sound of sex. Moans of a man in pleasure and a male voice talking to him, though I couldn't make out what was being said. I passed two doors and around a corner before I could see an open doorway and light projected on the wall in view. I could make out the voice, now. "You want my poz load? Fuck yeah. Take my dirty dick." Walking into the room, I saw the muscle bear in all his glory, sat on a wide, padded chair next to his bed. He was as handsome, muscular and hairy as his pictures showed. His legs were spread wide and his hand was working his hard dick, while he watched the pozzing porn on the screen behind me. I could barely believe my eyes, looking at his dick. He didn't lie, he was hung. Maybe not in length, but definitely in girth. I'd seen as long, but never as thick. "Get it wet, boy." He spoke to me, in a deep, sultry voice. I didn't wait to follow his instruction. I moved forward into the room, eyes glued to his member, and dropped to my knees in front of him. I leant forward and put my mouth over his head. My jaw was stretched and before I knew it, I had to wrap my lips around my teeth or I'd risk scratching him. "Good boy. You know how to treat a big dick, don't you?" He asked. I murmured assent, knowing he meant about my lips to avoid my teeth on his dick. I hadn't spoke a word to him, yet. That didn't matter, I knew I had to work his dick, or I'd regret it, despite his lack of threats. I felt his hands on the back of my head, gently pushing me down his shaft. I worked hard, bobbing back against the pressure he applied, getting my spit further and further down him, towards his balls. I cupped them, pulled at them softly and switched hands over again, hoping it'd be something he enjoyed. When I was allowed up for air, I gasped with strings of saliva connecting me back to his head. I used my hands to roll back his foreskin and spread my spit down to his balls. His dick glistened in the low light of the TV behind me. I spat on his dick and moved my mouth back onto him. "Fuck yes, boy. Dirty cunt," he said to me. I replied with a happy noise and continued my work. I was told I had to get him wet and so I would. "That's enough lube, get on the bed," I was told. Eyes watering, I did as I was told. I got off my knees, turned and climbed on his bed, taking my chance to look at the screen. It was a compilation video of pozzing scenes. I recognised most of them, they'd been around for years. "On your back, boy," I heard from behind me. I flipped myself over and raised my legs above my head, pulling my knees to my chest. I looked the man in charge in the eye and smiled at him. He smiled back. "Good boy," he said as he dropped to his knees. I felt his hands on my ass cheeks, spreading them apart, as he started to eat my hole. I moaned as he squeezed my cheeks and forced his tongue into my hole. "Fuck yes, Sir!" I shouted. I couldn't help myself. I was so turned on and he worked my hole so well. He pulled away to say "you like that, boy? You want that cunt worked open?" "Yes, please," I moaned back to him as he dove back between my cheeks. He stood back up and turned to his night stand. Picking up a brown bottle, he uncapped it, sniffed it, then offered it to me, before spitting directly down onto his dick and moving his hips forward. I took the bottle and sniffed like he did. I sniffed again, knowing the stretch I was about to feel with only spit. I felt his head at my hole, pushing forward. "Oh, god," I managed, as his thick member forced its way into me. I huffed the poppers again, trying to adjust before he fucked in earnest. "Oh fuck yes, good boy." "Thank you, Sir. You're so fucking thick, start slow please." I begged him. He was kind, he started slow. I huffed poppers as he slowly got me used to his girth and spat on his dick every few thrusts. Hearing the poz porn from the TV, and watching his body over me turned me on. I loved watching and feeling him spit on his dick while he was still inside me, getting me ready for what was to come. "You feel nice and loose now. You ready for my dick, boy?" He whispered into my ear. "Yes, please, sir. My hole's all yours, I'm ready for you," I replied to him, clinging to his body. My legs were wrapped around his waist and my arms around his torso. I could feel him starting to sweat, I was too. Our hair was starting to matt. He leaned back up, breaking my arms' grip. He spat in my face, to my delight. My dick pulsed and he chuckled, "Filthy cunt. Look at your dick. You've covered us both in pre-cum." I moaned back at him, as he thrust inside me, to the hilt. "Do you pre-cum?" I asked him. "Yeah I do. You like that? You like my poz pre-cum?" "Fuck yes, Sir!" I shouted back at him. "Give me more!" He laughed at me. "I knew you were a sleazy bottom. Are you on PreP, boy?" "No, Sir." I stated, still moaning around the words. "Good boy. You gonna take my loads tonight? I'm not on meds." "Yes, Sir. I want your toxic dick! I want your loads. Give it to me!" The verbal I'd been watching for years burst out of me. I'd always enjoyed it, but never knew I'd commit to it so wholeheartedly. "Fuck yes, boy. I was hoping you'd want my gift." He started to pound me and I started to moan like a bitch in heat. His dick stretched me out, giving me the sensation I'd enjoyed on toys and fists. I moved my hands over his body, enjoying the sweat dripping off him and encouraging him to fuck me harder, while I egged him on. "Breed me, infect me. Give me your poz load. Don't pull out, keep going. I want it, Sir, give it to me," I told him. "You're gonna get it. I'm gonna mark you, boy. Make you mine. Your cunt is mine now, you're mine. I'm gonna give you my poz strain." He whispered back. He fucked me hard, flipped me over and fucked harder. "You want it, boy? You sure you want my toxic load? Fucking say it!" "I want it, Sir. Give me your toxic load! I want you to infect me. I want your dirty dick inside me, Sir. I need it." I shouted back at him. His movements were getting more frantic. He was going to cum soon and I could feel my dick bouncing against me. I had to concentrate not to cum before he did, I didn't want to disappoint him. His rhythm was getting quicker and he started moaning. I encouraged him "that's it, keep going, cum inside me, don't pull out. Please breed me. I want it, poz me, Sir. Give me that toxic load." He moaned louder than he had and stopped moving for a second, before carrying on pumping. I could feel his thick dick pulsing inside my hole and I pushed back into him. I wanted every drop. I wanted his load inside me completely. Once he'd stopped thrusting, he chuckled one last time and pulled out. I clenched my hole down once I realised what he was doing and spun round to clean his dick. "Oh fuck, boy. Ah. Ah. Stop!" Pulling me off his dick he said, "I'm too sensitive after I cum. But that was hot, ass to mouth is hot. Now get back up on the bed. On your back. I'm gonna work that load in."

I started off pretty innocent, all things said. I'd made it all the way through college without getting high once, not even pot. My oldest brother was a serious stoner and dropped out of college, and I never wanted to hear my parents talk about me in the way they did about him. So I was a model child - straight As and drug-free. Right up until I was 23. I'd known I was kinky. My first sexual experiences was jerking off while smelling the undershirts and briefs of my uncles. I'd sneak in and steal jocks from the football locker room in high school. In college, I experimented more, and was 100% sure I was a submissive. I longed for a Dom, but was often too shy to do anything about it. Anyways, after graduating college and joining the "real world", I'd moved to Atlanta and started hooking up here and there. And on one particular Friday, I decided to make a fantasy of mine come true: I wanted to have a guy piss in me after coming. I got online and went to NKP and made a post. I was honest about things - what I was looking for, etc. I got a few responses from men who were definitely offering more than I was interested in, either by partying or they were poz or whatnot. I longed for the darkness they offered, but I wasn't there. I waited for something more my speed. It finally came in the response from a profile that could have been tailor made for me. Nice older black man, in his early 40s, muscular from work, and not a gym, negative and didn't mention drugs in his profile at all. Nick sounded perfect. "hey there, cutie. I see you're looking for something specific tonight". I replied that I was; it had been a fantasy of mine. We chatted a bit more, talking about my interests and limits. Yes, we could do bondage. Yes to oral. Yes that I while I didn't bareback, I knew I'd have to for this. And the big one, no, I didn't use any drugs. Nick said he was in, told me to get myself cleaned out and come over to his place about 8:30pm. I headed over and pulled into his driveway about 8:20. I texted him and he said to come on inside, the door was unlocked. He wanted me to strip and kneel when I got inside. I did so, and then Nick walked into the foyer. He was everything his profile showed and then some. I was smitten just seeing him walking towards me in nothing but a pair of well worn jeans. Nick had a smooth solid chest, tightly curled black hairs covering his chest, and I could see his pubes just above the waistline of his low-fitting jeans. Everything about Nick was my type. "Damn, you are one pretty little white boy," he drawled. His accent was much deeper than my own. "Um...thank you, Sir. Most men think I'm a little too femme." "No worries about that, boy. I like you girly ones even better." He was standing over me and I was shaking like a leaf looking up at him. "Don't be nervous. I can see you shaking. I'll make this good for you." Nick reached around and gathered my long hair up in his hand and held on. He started walking away, pulling on my hair and making me stumble forward on all fours and struggle to crawl behind him to keep up. "That's right, on your knees and trailing after me like a good boy. You was made for this." In the middle of Nick's living room he had a low ottoman and he led me over to it. "Lay your chest over it, boy, with your hands behind your back." I did as he told and he gathered up my wrists and I could feel the roughness of a jute rope wrapping around them and tying them together. "I like to use rope that leaves a mark, boy. This way you'll remember you were bound at my mercy for a few days later....every time you see these marks." I tried to adjust my wrists to get comfortable, "don't struggle too much boy or you'll sure to mark up your wrists and rub em raw. Make sure you can move and feel your fingers. I don't want them too tight." I did as told and let him know they were OK. "Now, lets get these shoes and jeans off". While I was draped over his stool, Nick went about undressing me from the waist down. I was wearing a cute pair of lacy purple thongs and Nick told me how sexy they were and how he was going to leave them on me. He settled back behind me and I sort of relaxed into the ottoman holding my weight, and Nick started rubbing my ass and my hole. I felt him dribble some lube on my crack and jumped at the coldness. "Settle down now!" Nick yelled at me and gave a powerful smack on my ass that had almost had me crying from the start. "I don't want to hear nothing from you, boy, while I work you open. You aren't nearly ready for my cock, so you shut the fuck up and give me your ass to open!" He brutally shoved 2 fingers in all the way to the knuckles right away. I yelped and got another heavy slap on my ass. "Do I need to gag you to shut you up?!"...."No, Sir....I'll be quiet and good." Nick played with my hole....2 fingers....and then a 3rd....then two fingers from each hand and pulling my hole apart. I struggled to keep quiet, because Nick was absolutely not going easy with any of it, but I did. I wanted his cock and piss inside me, and if I had to suffer a little to get it, I would. Working my hole with 3 fingers, I heard Nick lubing up something behind me...and I just assumed it was his cock. But next thing I know, he's moved to my side, has one hand holding my bound wrists in my back and holding me down. His fingers are stretching me wide as he fucks them in and out of me. "Now, faggot, you take this quietly, and don't tell me 'no' or to stop, and you'll get my piss inside you. You pussy out and cry or beg me to stop and I will, and I'll send your ass home." "Yes, Sir, I understand". With that, he removed his fingers and a few seconds later, I felt something hard and blunt pushing my hole. "This is bigger than my fingers, faggot, but you need to wear this to get ready for my cock. Take it like a good hole...like the good hole you said you are." I accepted the tip, but it flared large fairly quickly and started stretching me beyond what Nick had already prepped me for. He knew the moment when I began to struggle because his hand clamped tightly around my wrists and his entire arm held me in place. "Not a fucking sound from you, faggot!". He growled at me and applied more pressure. I was trembling underneath them and fighting to keep from crying out as he pushed it deeper....when I thought I was about to tear into, I felt it pop in, and my ass clinched up around it. "Such a good faggot. Stayed good and quiet, too". Nick was rubbing my back and down my over my ass...jostling the plug a little just because. He paused for a moment and wiped his hands on a towel he had ready, and moved around in front of me. He lifted my head and brushed the tears on my face away. "Here, take a few hit of these and relax....your hole knows it has what it wants and it'll accept it." Nick held an open bottle of poppers under my nose, and I did 4 deep inhales on his instruction....four on the left side and hold....then release....then 4 on the right side and hold....then release. By the time that last exhale the poppers were hitting me hard, and I could relax some around the large plug in my hole. I didn't think I'd ever had anything that big inside me. "You look so pretty, Chase, bent over my stool....wearing my ropes.....crying for me." It was the first time he'd said my name, and I felt like the best boy in the world. "Now, you said you could deep throat, right pretty boy?"...I nodded "Yes, Sir". He gave a low growl and said, "that's exactly what I wanted to hear. Here, have some more poppers and then I want to feel your throat around my cockhead."

He's my cousin's child and I'm also his godfather (in Greece that's a big thing). Some days ago she called me really upset. She would always call me for medical "emergencies" like oh I forgot to take this vitamin today am I going to die? She's being doing this from when I started medical school when I was 20. Now she was more upset than ever. She asked me to see me at my place. I was like "what will it be this time". And she said that my nephew is gay. That was quite a shock. I haven't told her that I'm gay either (I'm a coward I know). I felt "guilty". The same guilt that I was feeling when my mother was asking me if I'm a fagot when she saw a magazine with a shirtless dude on my desk. She said that she believes her nephew not only is gay but he's also having a bf (I was like that's lovely everybody wants a bf). She said that I should examine him. I explained her that being gay is not a disease and since it's not one it can't be somehow "examined". If he's gay that can't change. What we can change is accept him and make him feel safe. She said that he should see a therapist. I told her that if he feels like it, then he should but not to turn straight. He will discuss things that worry him. If she has trouble with gays, she should have therapy. I talked with him yesterday. I told him that I love him and I will always protect him. He said that he knows. I felt very happy when I heard that. He told me that he's gay, that he has a bf and that he's very worried about how his mother will react. He cried his heart in my arms. We also have the issue that his mother doesn't want him to be an architect but his mother won't pay for drawing classes (here you need to take drawing classes for 1-2 in parallel with school because you are examined in these but never taught). I told him not to worry and that I will pay for his classes. He cried even more. I didn't tell him about me being gay. I told my bf though that there's a slight chance I adopted my nephew.

The first time I took a really big cock just happened to be bareback. And I was actually pimped out by a friend of mine to the guy. A gay friend of mine named Fred used to work out at this very gay gym. Well, Fred would see this guy at the gym all the time named Chris, and they became decent friends. Well, one day they actually showered together... and Fred's jaw dropped. Chris was hung like a horse. We're talking ridiculously hung-- a definite "show-er". Evidently he was very proud of it, too, and liked to show it off. He eventually propositioned Fred, but Fred (being a top and completely scared of what he saw) politely declined the invitation. BUT, for some reason he thought of me. He actually told Chris he knew a guy that was a big size queen and would love to try to take it or die trying. And so he gave Chris my number. I learned about all of this when Chris called me a week later and explained the reason behind the call. I was completely shocked that Fred would whore me out, but I was also intrigued by my conversation with Chris. And definitely intrigued by the reported size of the cock. So I invited him over. What did I have to lose, right? Thirty minutes later there was a knock on my door and I rushed to let him in. First of all, let me just say that Chris was fucking HOT! Blonde hair, blue eyes, muscular, and a dazzling smile. Not super bright, but handsome as fuck. Way, and I mean WAY out of my league. But evidently he liked what he saw enough to follow me to the bedroom. We started making out and eventually stripped down. And might I just say... HOLY FUCK. The boy had a MASSIVE cock. The biggest cock I'd ever seen up close and in real life at the time. Minimum nine inches (he said it was nine and a half) and thick! REALLY thick! Like a can of cooking spray or something. Now, I'm a size queen and love the "idea" of big cocks, but I was not at all sure about taking this one in my ass. I started to get real nervous. Anyway, we eventually get onto the bed and start rubbing and sucking and making out, and eventually I find myself maneuvered onto my stomach and he was rubbing that monster in my asscrack. I was so nervous I was shaking as he reassured me that he would be gentle. He started to lube up my ass and his cock, and I asked him if he has a condom. He says he normally doesn't use them because they constrict him and make him go limp. But I insisted and grabbed one from the drawer. He wrestled it on. And then we tried to fuck. It was nothing but a disasterous struggle. He started to lose his erection: I was tight and his cock just WOULDN'T go in. It kept wobbling around and slipping out. After five to ten minutes of trying, we both become frustrated and quit. He pulled off the condom and lay on top of me. He humped at my ass a little. I could feel that monster grow to full hardness again. Then he said "Hey, you ever done poppers?" I hadn't, and he swore they would help me relax so he could get inside. So he jumped off me and fished a bottle out of the pocket of his jeans. He climbed back on me, unscrewed cap, and held the bottle under my nose, instructing me to inhale the fumes. A warm sensation flooded me and I was in heaven. And then I felt his hard cock head press against my hole... and pop inside. It hurt like a motherfucker, but he was in me. At least a little way. He gave me some more poppers... and some more cock. More poppers. More cock. Until he bottomed out inside me (and he still had a couple inches left to give). Once he got all the way in, I felt him start to flex his cock, and that fucker got even thicker and stretched my assring out every time it pulsed in my guts. But damn, I couldn't believe he was in me! My ass HURT like HELL but he was in. I had never been that full of cock before and it was incredible. And then the actual fucking began. Slowly at first, but then with harder and harder thrusts. He was hitting a wall in my guts with his cock head with every poke, and the pain was intense. But I was also really turned on by this hot guy fucking me with an enormous dick! The constant popper feed helped, but only so much. Eventually I had to ask him to stop, because his thrusts were hurting too much. So he said, "Why don't we try another position? You at the edge of the bed on your back, me standing up. It should open you up a bit better." After an incredibly long pullout we re-positioned ourselves. That's when I looked at his shiny, slick cock and realized there was no condom. "You were in me without a condom??" I almost yelled at him. "I told you to wear one!" "I did have one on, and you saw how well that worked. Don't worry man, it's all good." "Well, put another one on. Maybe it'll work better this time now that you've already loosened me up some." "What would be the point now?" he asked. "I've already cum in you once." I was completely floored. "You... came... in me? When?" "Right after I got all the way in your ass. Didn't you feel my cock shooting inside? Wasn't it fucking hot? C'mon... admit it. You thought it was hot too... feeling my big cock all the way up in your guts... shooting my sperm in you. See? Your cock's getting hard just thinking about it." I had to admit I WAS getting hard thinking about it. "And I have another load that's brewed up and waiting to shoot. I wanna give it to you. Man, your ass is so tight, it grips my cock like a vise! I gotta get back in there! At least let me slide in you again. I'll pull out this time before I cum... if you want me to." "You said you're ok, right? Everything's good?" I asked. "Yup." he said... and he knew he'd won my ass over. He gently pushed me onto my back, grabbed my hips, slid me to the edge of the bed, and relubed his cock. He told me to take a good, deep hit of poppers, which I did. The wave crashed over me again, and Chris slid his cock inside me with one thrust. All the way inside me. To the pubes. It was incredible. I saw stars. It hurt so good- pleasure and pain all at the same time. Once again he set up a nice, slow fuck tempo, but soon started to mix it up. Short strokes, then he's shove in to the hilt. He moved it sideways in my ass. He did long strokes where he'd almost pop out of my ass, then shove it all back in. I couldn't do enough poppers while he fucked the hell ouf of my hole. Toward the end, he started pistoning in and out of my hole like a machine. It really hurt each time his cock hit the deepest point, but I didn't care. I was being fucked raw by a gorgeous, hung stud... better than any porn star I'd ever seen. Better than I could have ever dreamed of being fucked by. "I'm getting close... I'm getting close... where you want it?" he panted. "DON'T STOP FUCKING ME!" I shouted. And he didn't. This time he was much more demonstrative about cumming. He closed his eyes, bit his lip, and let out a big "Aaaaaarrrrrrrrgggggghhhhhhh". His mammoth cock was parked all the way in me, and once again I could feel that now familiar pulsing of his member as he emptied his seed into me. We stayed like that for five minutes or so, until his cock went limp enough to pull out of me. Some of his cum came out with it and trickled down the edge of my mattress. Then he bent down and surprised me by sucking my dick. I came thirty seconds later, filling his mouth with an enormous load that he'd basically fucked out of me. He swallowed it all, kissed me, thanked me for the ass, and was out the door before I could even come to my senses. He promised me he'd call and we'd do it again, but we never did. He got what he wanted. He broke in a big cock virgin and made me take his raw cumloads. I guess he wasn't as dumb as I thought he was.

It was Summer 1995, my family were living in Houston, Texas and I was out for an extended visit from Glasgow in Scotland. It was lovely to see my folks but suburban Houston isn't exactly a hotbed of homo activity, especially before apps. I had cruised this guy in a park toilet and quizzed him about places to go and he told me there were 2 bathhouses fairly close together in Downtown on Fannin. I bit the bullet and headed to Club Houston, paid my membership and hired a locker. It was a Saturday afternoon and typical Houston summer day, roasting and incredibly humid. There was an outdoor pool and jacuzzi so I got myself a sunbed and laid out wearing a tiny pair of Speedos watching six guys playing water polo in the pool, every one of them my American porno fantasy, from Hot Latin to corn fed Texas blonde. After a while the hot Latin guy got out of the pool and came over to me, looking super hot with a huge bulge in his Speedo's. He introduced himself and I told him my name. A bit of background, I'm 5’6”, ginger and that time had a ginger goatee and cropped hair. When he realised I was Scottish I swear I could see his cock twitch as he told me that him and the guys were all wondering if I would join them in a game. Water polo in Scotland isn't exactly common place so I apologised and told him I'd never played before. ‘Well actually, all the guys in the pool, including me, want to fuck you.’ I looked over to the pool and five hot fucks were lined up at the edge staring straight at me. I've always been a fucking whore, so I put my book in my knapsack, picked up my towel, looked him in the eye and said, ‘Come on then’. He looked over to his friends and gave them the nod, they were out of the pool in double time and then the 7 of us were heading to Miguel's cabin. He'd hired one of the few double cabins available but it was still a bit cramped so they left the door open, back then if you hired a cabin there would be one condom on the bedside table but no lube, there was no condom and no lube. Miguel practically ripped off my Speedos and threw them on the floor, flipped me over with my face down and arse up and dived into my hole with his tongue. I figured this was the only lube I was getting until his cum so I just went with it, knowing that if he wasn't going to use lube he sure as fuck wasn't going to bother with a condom.

I have mentioned this before, and I'm glad to have backup for it. It's not that we individually can't have supportive poz friends; it's that there's no magical brotherhood that suddenly solves all our problems when we become poz. And there's a whole bunch of new problems to deal with that come along with that status (at least for most of us). I'm not so sure that's true. The medical community will tell you that you must take your medication every day to keep the virus suppressed, and for a lot of guys, that's probably true. But it's not universal; some guys' innate immune system hasn't been decimated by HIV, and missing a few doses may not have a huge impact on their health. Then again, being off meds for a few days (or even a week) is unlikely to produce the kind of viral levels that are highly likely to infect someone. The bigger problem with stopping meds for a time and restarting (now that we have such highly effective treatments) is that HIV, if allowed to reproduce, does so sloppily and creates mutations - most of which don't help the virus, but occasionally a mutation will develop that your previous medication won't be able to control as effectively. Then, even if you go back on meds, the mutated version may still keep propagating. Sometimes a med change will be effective, but there are only so many variants of HIV medication so far, and most contain some subset of the same handful of active ingredients.

Such a hot story when I was nine years old I used to suck my uncle and eventually got fucked by him a lot until I was 15 after that he moved and got married so sad, i really love family sex so hot.

Not only do kids bring weapons to school in the U.S., but there have been any number of incidents of LGBT students being physically assaulted, sometimes with weapons, in the last few decades. It's not usually by Muslim students - it's by ostensibly straight "Christian" students, overwhelmingly. And it's certainly not unknown for students to be transferred to other schools for their protection, rather than dealing with the offending little shits causing the problem.

Big helmet is the thing for me. Bigger than the shaft. It's the way I can feel it gliding back and forth inside me. Team that up with a long dick and those strokes are intense, almost too much and I want more all at the same time. But I'm not worried whatever the shape or size, I can have a great time and prostate orgasm from all kinds of dicks. But yeah, when a guy gets out a long dick with a fat helmet I know it's going to be an awesome time.

Long, intense, bareback fuck scene that ends with the top jacking off on/in the bottom's mouth. This is a subset of any scene that does not end with the top cumming inside the bottom.

Back when it was much more dangerous to be openly gay, the best course of action was to never be to close to a man. Because of that, a quick suck or fuck was the most a lot of men could ever hope to have. Even though times are becoming more dangerous for us again, we can be more open and enjoy to have true relationships if we choose. The younger guys don’t know how lucky they currently are, and need to quickly become beware of the facts that they could lose those rights that they take for granted and could easily lose in the blink of an eye, or vote at the polls.

My point wasn't that I was subjected to similar circumstances (I wasn't, or I'd have said so). It was that the perpetrators of bad behavior are not in any way limited to people of a certain religion. Here in the states, the great majority of anti-LGBTQ bullying is done by christians of one stripe or another. Yes, kids do bring weapons to school. Yes, kids do get moved to different schools to avoid bad situations. And yes, there are neighborhoods where people who don't fit in to that neighborhood's culture simply don't go. Over here, that last situation is mostly about black/white racial tensions.

I was thinking that we're privileged (the gay guys). Most straight guys just fuck and their asshole most of the time is out of context. Taking pleasure from their asshole is largely a [banned word] because they would be considered gay. It never made sense to me how a part of your body, using a part of your body can make you gay/str8. Gay guys can chose. Some may like to bottom, some may hate to bottom but pretty much every gay can chose if he will use his asshole, his dick or both in his sexual life. Even for bottoms, as long as you jerk off you're still using your dick and your asshole. Moreover women have actually two holes. I know that they must feel different (but unless you have a pussy you can't really tell) but still they get penetrated from both. We can both get penetrated and penetrate. I just feel a bit sorry that maby straight people never got to use their asshole not because they didn't want to. Because they were shrouded with stupid theories about what they are and what they aren't.

Everyday! Always at the bare minimum once but usually two to three times. I love my cock!

I am the same when super horny and have the time. Once a day is absolute.

I've been fortunate to have a variety of gay relationships from long term intimacy, to fuck buds, to platonic friends. Like with everything, just takes some effort and mindfulness. I also have a firm rule that I dont "fuck where I eat" so to speak. If we're platonic friends, it stays that way. Some relationships aren't worth tainting to see what that dick does. 😉

It's not at all surprising that a defining difference between gay men and others is that we can be highly focused on sex. After all, I heard sucking someone's cock referred to as "the gay handshake". When someone has historically been vilified for gay sex, is there any wonder that doubling down on gay sex was the response? As a result, we tend to start with sex and work our way to other things. I've lost count of the "hookup to friend" and "hookup to boyfriend" stories I've come across. I think we tend to do things in a different order, but I think we tend to go through the same stages as other humans in relationships. But we also are less likely to be slaves to the myth of romantic love, a relatively recent invention historically.

6yo

Was just having this conversation with a friend of mine as to how lucky we as gay men have both a cock and manhole. We can top and we can bottom, have a preference or enjoy both. It confirmed our opinion that there is everything right about being a gay man and having sex with men. Unfortunately lesbians have to rely on strapons and dildos, we however have these wonderful cocks and holes that can breed or be bred. Everyday I think how much I love being gay, love my cock and hole. We also have our mouths!

I never used to cage myself when I was getting fucked, but I've found that doing so makes it clear that I don't want my cock played with. I've also started using Emla cream on my cock before locking it away. The effect of having a caged cock that is entirely numb is perfect. There's no distraction and I get to focus entirely on my hole.

We spent the next four months fucking almost constantly and for at least the first month of that John was full on toxic. The initial tests done for the beginning of the trial put his viral load at nearly one million and he shot at least 4 loads a day into me. We got ahold of a couple of the little blue pills and he spent almost 6 hours inside of me without pulling out once. He was teaching me the pleasure of pain and my sore, raw ass just turned me on as I absorbed more and more virus. I set up a video camera and we filled dozens of video tapes with what looked like Death fucking a young auburn Greek god Just before he started the drug trial I could feel his pelvic bones slamming into me when we fucked. He was so fucking beautiful I remember I had bruises on my ass from the it and my nipples ached from being twisted by his bony fingers He took to the medications so well though that he was putting on weight within a month. Thank God but I miss that terrible wraith like “Death John”. He lives on in my VCR through and we still watch the tapes while we fuck occasionally all these years later and eventually had them converted to digital so they will live forever At 4 months I was married to Diana. She and Vickey were happily living in the attached guest house and pretty much out of my hair. Her part would come later I was also confirmed HIV positive and toxic. It was time to start my plan. My father was target number one I called him and said I wanted to talk to him about Grandpa’s money and me joining the R Party. I drove to his gated community house, It was much too expensive for someone on a county commissioner’s “public servant” salary but no one ever seemed to notice that. When I arrived I noticed that all the servants were Latino, male and between 25 and 35... Certain things started to occur to me at that point They were confirmed when I saw my dad pat one of them on the ass when he thought I was not watching. My hypocritical son of a bitch (and as you know grandma was a spiteful old bitch) father was not only gay he had a thing for Latino men If there were two things my father hated publicly it was gays and “migrants” which was his catch all phrase for anyone with skin between lily white and African. I think the fact that his well tanned body was darker than any of these men totally escaped him. It was not really skin tone it was heritage and the perceived voting pattern that came with it, pure and simple As we sat waiting for dinner he offered me a drink indicating the fully stocked bar “I’m only 18 dad. I’m not allowed to drink” I said thinking alcohol would just get in the way of what I intended to do later “Like the rules apply to people like us” he snorted “Water or Coke will do” I said, stressing the word “Coke”” just to irritate him. I was a confirmed Coke boy. None of that Pepsi crap like my Dad. You had to have SOME standards after all “Do you make every choice in your life just to spite me?” He asked “Pretty much” I said pleasantly with a smile Dad rolled his eyes ”Why do I even bother? Give a kid everything and they turn on you” He apparently believed the lies he told when he was asked about me. He always talked like he had won 18 consecutive “Father of the year” awards. I didn’t even blink. I was used to his delusions “Rum and PEPSI Jose” he snarled to his “butler”. “And PEPSI for him!” he added looking petulantly spiteful Jose looked like he could be Ricky Martin’s much edgier brother. As he moved I noticed his black pants were skin tight and the bulge in the front was more than substantial. Was my dad not only gay but a bottom? What an amusing and sick thought for a son to have about his own father As Dad turned away Jose pulled a bottle with a red label and white letters I could have sworn read “Coca-Cola” from under the bar and poured me a glass over ice. Then he topped off the mostly rum and ice shorter glass with a splash and returned the bottle to it’s hiding place with such practiced ease that I was sure this was the norm in this house. He was on his sixth “Rum and Pepsi” by the time dinner came “What’s this about the money and you joining the party?” He asked slurring his words “I just wanted to confirm that now that I am 18 and have control you will never see a dime of it. I am going to join the party and use the money to support your primary opponent” I said with casual maliciousness “What?” he roared trying to stand then he slumped into his chair and passed out. The attitude of the household staff changed as soon as he was out. “I know how you feel about him so I made his drinks extra strong tonight” Jose said with a slight accent. “Besides if he goes to bed sober enough he tries to fuck one of us and with his little “Vienna sausage” that’s usually a disaster” So if my cock came from dad’s side it skipped a generation I thought with a smirk “When he’s passed out like this we all fuck him. He’s a racist bastard but he pays well and he’s got a nice furry muscle butt” He said and gripped the bulge in his pants” “Why are you telling me all this?” I asked “Your Uncle John was a close friend of my first Daddy and after he died we kept in touch. I would warn him when your dad was up to something. He called me and told me what to expect tonight and to look out for you” he replied calmly he and 3 other men expertly got dad to the bedroom and stripped. They were right he did have a nice ass and a tiny cock. They took turns rolling condoms on their huge brown cocks/ all four a match for mine, and fucking him like a bitch or choke fucking him while they snapped polaroid. They had hundreds of them. Dad was not as out of it as I thought at first, he was definitely sucking and pushing his ass back for more. Occasionally he would reach out a hand and snag a drink he knew would be there and gulped it down then pretend to be passed out again. I’m fairly sure this was so normal for him he didn’t even know I was there When they had all fucked him and torn his ass up for me I dropped my pants and mounted my own father ramming in bare. “Make sure you stay absolutely safe with him from now on” I said to the watching men around us “We are all quitting the day you arrange for him to lose his primary or when he drops out. We already have a lawyer and will file a sexual harassment lawsuit against him as well. We can keep him like this every night till then but that will be a bad day for him I think” and I shot my first toxic load into my father just thinking about that day and the look I imagined would be on his face as his life crumbled. He had made so many enemies he would have trouble finding a job and that meant no health insurance… The images of what I was doing to his life kept me hard and soon I bred him again with my toxic cum I was 18 and “healthy” so I just kept going, infecting the man who had started me and then walked away four more times, filling him with millions of HIV viruses before pulling out and zipping up. Leaving him to the tender mercies of his house staff as they were rolling on new condoms to grind my seed into his blood as I walked out with a folder full of the best polaroids. Most showing him fully aware and sucking Hispanic cock. There were a few I would always treasure the most. Pictures of me destroying my father’s life with my cock and my HIV The next day I told John every detail as he fucked me. It got him off just as much as it had me and it was some of the best sex of our lives Tomorrow I would meet dad’s opponent for the R Party nomination and start setting up his fall as well but you will have to wait for the next chapter for that story ************************************************************************** I hope you are enjoying El’s story as much as I am, Let me know! Scanbu

Part 2 The two weeks went by slowly and I couldn't help but be antsy during that time. I tried to throw myself into work but working in a porn shop wasn't helping me at all. Seeing all the guys walking in and out of the video arcade and theater rooms looking all flushed and some walking a little lopsided made me so hard all the time and I always had a stream of pre cum running down my pants after each shift. I didn't jack off in the two weeks either because I know if I even touched my dick once I wouldn't want to stop so I saved all cum for the carnival. (Night before the carnival) I knew tonight there wasn't going to be much sleep to be had because my adrenaline was pumping and my cock was hard the whole night until I finally drifted off to sleep. (Day of the carnival) My alarm went off at 6am and I woke up with an exciting burst of energy ready to get the day started. I brushed my teeth and got my hole nice and clean and got dressed in a nice tight tank top baggy shorts and tennis shoes grabbed my bag and started to make my way to the carnival. I had a red convertible and with the weather as nice as it was I drove with the top down to enjoy it. I passed a few trucks on the highway and got some looks from the truckers on the way and they did nothing to calm the ericton I was sporting the whole drive there. It took me an hour until I started to see signs that I was getting close to my destination. There were signs that pointed to the carnival that read 2 miles to the carnival and as I passed each one getting closer I saw each one had a biohazard symbol surrounding the numbers until I finally got to the actual event. I saw that there were two lines one for day visitors and the other was for those who opted to stay on the property overnight so I got in the line for the overnight and waited to be let in. Once I got to the front of the line I was greeted by a stud of a man. He was easily 6ft 3 or taller with a deep muscled body and he was fully naked showing off his full tan and a cock that had me drooling. It looked like it had to be at least 7 inches long and thick as a can, his balls swung low and there wasn't a hair on his crotch or any other part of this perfectly sculpted man and I was finally out of the trance I was in when he snapped his fingers to get my attention. He smiled at me as I blushed and asked me my name, I gave him my name and he looked for it on the list and when he found it he pointed me to the garage where I could put my car and handed me my key for the room I was assigned with my 3 day parking pass so security would know I was staying. He said he hoped I would enjoy my stay and the carnival and he might see me out and about since he would be staying here here working and would be enjoying the carnival once his shift was over. He smiled at me and I smiled back and pulled forward to the garage and found a parking spot. Once I put my parking tag in the windshield and grabbed my bag I locked up my car and walked towards the entrance of the garage and was met again by another godly naked man greeting all the visitors and handing them maps and brouchures. I was stunned again by this man too, he was about 5 ft and he could easily be a porn model with how muscled he was and a swinging 8 inches between his legs and it didn't even look remotely hard yet. One thing that had me licking my lips as well he had an amazing prince Albert piercing swinging from the tip of his monster cock and a ladder as well running down the base and on hanging from his balls too. I got up to hime and thankfully this time I didn't have to be broken out of a trance when he greeted me. We echanged a few pleasantries and he asked me what room number I was going to be in and when I told him his eyes lit up because he said he was staying in the same room so it looked like we would be roommates for the next three days. His excitement made him grab me into a big bear hug and he gave me a big kiss on the lips before letting me go. I came down from the quick high and told him I'd see him later smiled and made my way to our room. Once I got to the room I saw how massive it was and that there was enough room here for it to almost be an apartment. There were statues of naked men as well as artwork all over the place and there was a kitchen, living space, bathroom, and two bedrooms to choose from. I looked I both rooms and saw there was my roomies stuff already in one so I unpacked what I brought in the other room and decided it was time for me to get ready for the festivities that were cumming. I took another shower to clean off the drive funk and did a little more clean out thanks to the the attached hose in the shower. It had a dildo shape for the top and I smiled as I basically fucked myself with it as I was cleaning out. When I was done I dried off and looked at the pamphlet I was given cumming in and saw that this carnival was mandatory nude so I put on my socks and shoes and saw there was a few bottles of sunscreen on the dresser and rubbed it all over myself. Once done I started to make my way to the shuttles that would be leading guests from the main estate to the carnival. There was about a dozen guys all waiting by the terminal and the mix of bodies all sitting around naked made me so hard as were they. every one of them were also sporting wood and openly stroking each other some even sucking as we all waited. A fellow twink walked up to me and asked if I would like to be sucked off and I politely told him no that I wanted to wait until later to make sure i had the most fun with everyone else. He smiled and went to look for another cock to suck and he was able to find a willing one easily enough. When the shuttle came everyone stopped what they were doing and got on board and were ready to be taken to the main event. I sat in the back next to the twink from earlier and saw he was sporting a very large hard cock about 9 inches and it looked even bigger with his thin frame and his hairless crotch. I reached over and started to stroke him and he bit his lip and moaned with pleasure. I kept going and kept changing my speed going faster then slower as I felt his climax approaching I stopped all together and loved the look of defeat on his cute face knowing I was not going to let him cum. I tortured him like this for about 15 mins and it was announced that we were at the gate for the carnival. We all stepped up to the gate and there was a gentleman standing at the door of the gate and there was a large screen hanging next to him. He was bude as the rest of us and the only way to know he was a worker here was the bowtie he was wearing around his neck. His body was just like the rest of the workers heavily muscular and another thick pierced cock he was un cut as well. He smiled as everyone got together and thanked all of us for joining the carnival and he explain that he had a message to play from our host. He held a remote up and hit play and a picture of a very sexy man appeared on screen. He was probably in his late 30s covered in tattoos and had the most beautiful cock swinging that I had ever seen even better than the hottest porn stars online. Every inch of him was muscled and I couldn't stop staring I was so amazed by him. Greetings to you all and welcome to my yearly carnival, I'm so happy to have so many in attendance to my event, I hope you all have the best time of your life with all the fun games rides and events more later on. I hope you take home fond memories and I know you all remember your permanent gift by the time you leave again thank you all for attending have a amazing time. With that the screen went dark and the young man controlling it smile again saying welcome to you all to the poz carnival. After he said that the gate slowly started to open and we were all amazed at what we were seeing. Stay tuned for more to cum

Part 2: My hair was hanging down in my face as my head was relaxed forward. I'd not but it up in a hairband since Nick told me he liked the long hair. But it wasn't the best in my current situation. Nick was kneeling in front of me....I could see his beautiful dark stomach and the faint Adonis belt before it disappeared behind the waistband of his faded jeans. My sex addled mind could focus on very little more than my desire to see what was hidden. Nick gathered my hair up in his hand and paused. "Hmmm. I think I need a solution for this pretty hair of yours....hold on a second". And with that, he disappeared from my view. A few moments later, he was kneeling again and I could see a thin cord of the same jute rope he had wrapped on my wrists. "I don't normally use this on a faggot's hair, but there's plenty enough time for me to use it elsewhere, too." He gathered up my hair tightly in his fist, and I knew he was basically tying my hair into a pony tail. When he was done it was just beyond be comfortable, but the soft "hmm"s and chuckles from Nick as he worked told me it was exactly what he wanted. "Now, back to you sucking my cock." He unbuttoned his jeans and let them drop down over his hips as he reached in and pulled out his cock. It was the biggest cock I'd played with, up to this point, and even bigger than the dildo I fucked myself with. He held my head up by my pony and slowly stroked himself. He was leaking precum, beading up at the head of his cock and slowly stretching towards the floor. I heard myself moan. I was so fucking hungry for that cock. Nick let my hair go and grabbed the poppers to hold under my nose again. "Take several strong huffs, pretty boy, and let go. Just ride the wave.....there you go....a couple of more...." Nick took a few hits himself and by the time he yanked on my pony again, I was well and truly in a popper haze. "Open your mouth and stick out your tongue. I better not feel any fucking teeth or I'll knock 'em down your throat. Stick out your tongue and open wide. I'll do the rest." I did as told and Nick guided his huge cock inside my mouth. I could taste all that precum and it was like heaven...a salty and sharp mix of flavor on my tongue and I knew I was hooked. Nick pushed in and used one hand on my pony to hold me steady and the other moved to my jaw. His grip in both places were like iron; he wasn't letting me go anywhere. He started slowly, pushing in to mouth and to the back of my throat...when it'd start to spasm he'd pull back...over and over...slowly giving my mouth and gag reflex time to adjust. "That's all the warm-up you get, pretty boy....time to take what I give you, now." With that, he pushed in forcefully, completely ignoring that spot where I'd start to gag and just pushed all the way down my throat. With my head in a vice, my wrists bound behind my back, there was nothing I could do. Nick set-up a brutal pace of fucking my throat....I immediately started crying and my spit was soaking his hand on my jaw and his cock was a slimy mess. Nick was calling me all sorts of names and yanking harder and harder on my hair. Every so often he would stop his fucking and just shove all the way down my throat...his curly pubes in my nose and his balls on my chin...and just hold it there. I couldn't breathe through all the snot and nose, and frankly even if I could Nick was so far down my throat, it wouldn't have mattered. "Choke on it faggot....choke on my fat cock."....and he'd pull back and start fucking again....then holding deep and making me struggle and go without breathing. "MMMMM. I love making a faggot choke out with my cock...can't breath can you, boy? So pretty watching you struggle....knowing in a few you're gonna go limp and black out...all from my cock. FUCK YEA! That's the best feeling in the world." But he'd pull out before that and brutally fuck my throat again. I have no idea how long this went on. I was lost in my own world of humiliation and domination and lightheadedness. Subspace or not, I just let Nick own my throat. And then he did it. He shoved back down my throat and held it. I'd given up struggling against him when he did this. I knew this game by now....over my head I heard him "Yea, pretty boy....such a good cocksucker. My pretty cocksucker now....time for a little nap." My chest was burning now, and a part of me knew he told me he'd do this and this was it.....he wasn't going to let me breathe...he was going to choke me out with his cock down my throat.....the darkness closed in around my eyes and....... I came to with a very hard slap across my cheek. "Wake the fuck up, faggot!" Nick growled at me. I opened my eyes to see him grinning at me and all I could think of was "fuck this man was a god and I worshipped him". He must have seen the look on my face because his grin got even wider and he rubbed my face telling me I was such a good boy for him. "Chase, pretty boy, you took that throat fucking like a champ. I'm so proud of you. You're making me so happy tonight." He kept running his hands over my face and smiling at me. "Now, whaddya say we make your fantasy come true and I piss up that beautiful hole of yours, hmm?" I could barely get out a whisper, "Yes, Sir, thank you, Sir". I tried to adjust my position on the ottoman, but found that even beyond my wrists being tied, now my hold upper body was wrapped in rope to the ottoman. Noticing, Nick told me "that's there to keep you safely on top....fucking your delicious throat made me realize you squirm a lot and I wanted to keep you secure." He patted my ass and moved around behind me. For a couple of minutes I had no idea what we was doing, but then he was back and talking to me. "Now, pretty boy, I know what you want tonight. And I'll give it to you. And you're such a pretty thing tied up for me and crying. You're the hottest little fag I've ever had, Chase. I'm a lucky man who gets to own you." He paused a second and was stroking my body from my shoulders to my ass and down my thigh. "Now, so far everything we've done was stuff you told me you were OK with, right?" I nodded. "Good, good. That's what a pretty boy like you deserves. We didn't discuss your safeword, and I've been good to not push things where you'd need it. Do you have a safeword, Chase?" "Yes, Sir....'peach' is my safeword." "Peach?!" Nick was chuckling..."how did you come up with that?" "From a joke....'what does a Junior Leaguer say during sex?....Peach...I think I'll paint the ceiling peach." I was smiling at the memory of my first BF telling me that joke. And Nick was full-on laughing with me. "Well, good as one as I suppose there is." I could hear the humor in his voice. But a second passed and the next time Nick spoke, he was close to my ear, and there was no humor in it. "But, my pretty little Chase....you don't get that tonight. Because you came into my world, all smiling and innocent and so fucking pretty. And you didn't once ask me about it...or mention it....and now you belong to me. And my faggots don't get safewords because I own them." I started panting and shaking. Fear gripped me and I was shaking me head. "Yeah, you're scared now, huh, faggot? I can see it....you're even whimpering for me. I love this part...I love seeing a new plaything realize just how fucked they are." I was babbling, and begging and crying and Nick stood up next to me....I could feel him towering over me as I begged to be let go, apologized, anything I could think to say, even if most of it was unintelligible through the tears. Nick straddled my bound body and he reached down, grabbing my head by the pony and pulling it up hard, craning my neck backwards. With his other hand he maneuvered a painters mask...a painters mask? over my nose and mouth....and then a second one on top of it. I immediately inhaled and knew there were poppers in/on? the masks. Once both were in place and I was inhaling the poppers with ever ragged breath, Nick let my head drop back down. "That should help keep you pliable, pretty boy. Don't worry, if you pass out, I'll take care of you. If you scream or yell or cry, I'll take care of you. But nobody will hear you, and nobody is going to stop you getting your fantasy tonight. You're tight little hole is going to be my piss pot right after I breed you like you were born to be." I was so high on the poppers I barely could tell what was happened from here and in what order. What I can remember is feeling Nick grab the plug in my ass and tug on it. He tugged a little and let it go.....tugged a bit more and let it go....tugged yet again and my hole struggled to stretch so he could pull it out, and he let it go....over and over tugging on it but never pulling it out. Then after a few minutes, and tugged and pulled the widest part out of my hole. I felt the stretch, just the wrong side of too much and it gave. But my relief was short lived. No sooner than it gave then Nick forced back in. I yelled. And he did it again. Over and over. As I started crying, he was laughing. "Oh, this is only the start, faggot. This hole is too tight and too fresh for all the plans I have" and "Cry all you want, pretty boy....it's music to my ears and only make me hungrier for what I have planned". My mind was barely aware of what was happening....the poppers in the painters mask had me so fucked up. I'd never had poppers like this and I struggled to stay conscious. I felt the mask suddenly fall away and Nick saying "that's enough of those"....and then he pulled the plug out of my hole for good. The entire length was gone and I could feel my hole clinching on nothing and trying to close. "oooooh, look at that pretty faggot hole....trying to close up after I gave it so much love....no, no, no....we can't have that can we, pretty boy?". I felt Nicks fingers slide inside me....there was at least 2....I wasn't sure....He was pumping his fingers in and out of my hole and what had been torture earlier was now so nice...I was moaning for him....moaning for his fingers and trying to twist and shimmy my ass to get more of them inside me. "Oh yeah, now your hole is wanting more....just how it always is....the first bit is always the hardest, making sure my new hole knows resistance means nothing to me and it will always give up to what I want." He pulled his fingers out. And then they came back and I knew my hole just opened up for him when he pushed them deep back inside. This time there was a sharp sting, like a nail caught on me, and then it burned. I yelped, "something's wrong...it's burning!"....Nick rubbed his hand on my ass, "nothing's wrong, pretty boy....sorry about that...it'll stop in a few and your hole will feel better than it ever has". He kept pumping his fingers in side me....the burning subsided....and then his fingers would leave my hole....then come back and I'd feel the little sharpness and burn again....but then it would fade....I think this happened 3 or 4 times, I'm not sure. I started feeling flush and hot all over my body. The popper haze was completely gone now but something else was making me feel weird. Like I felt weird in my own skin. Nick kept working my hole with fingers and and telling me I was such a good boy and a pretty boy and how my hole was becoming such a work of art. He reached forward and pulled the painters masks over my nose and mouth again "just for a few minutes, pretty boy....just until I get you used to my cock now." The scent of poppers overwhelmed me again and between the odd feelings in my head and body and hole, the poppers worked their way into my mind. I felt Nick remove his fingers and then I felt the head of his cock at my hole. I moaned when his head slipped inside, and he pulled it back out. "You sounded like you liked that, pretty boy. Did ya? Did you like your owner's cock slipping in your cunt?" He did it again, and I moaned even louder. "Oh yes, yes, I think you do." Ah few more times of teasing my hole like that and Nicked gripped my hips...painfully so, and then he fucked into my hole with one hard, unforgiving thrust. I yelled and the pain was overwhelming, especially when he breached my 2nd hole, without a single bit of prep. "Oh fuck yea!" Nick was yelling "Nothing better than forcing past a virgin second, especially a hole such as pretty as yours." Before I could really adjust, Nick was sliding all the way out and slamming back in, another shock of pain went through me and I cried out again. "mmm....yeah, faggot, keep crying for me like that". Over and over Nick kept slamming into me. Each time more pain and more cries and tears from me. "Ah...there it is, now your hole has given itself over to me....took more time than I thought it would, but I guess that just lets me know I'm the first man this deep inside you." I couldn't answer because I was in tears....my body was overwhelmed with the poppers, the odd feelings the rest of my body and hole feeling like they were on fire, and the pain. Nick reached forward and removed the mask again, and l could breath fresh hair, and he settled into a hard pounding, once the pain faded, the walls of my hole were like fire and Nick was rubbing them in all the right ways....I was moaning. "Yeah, moan like the slut in heat you are, faggot....I know what I got with you." He fucked me and I was in heaven. His long strokes and thick cock was everything I didn't know I was craving. After what felt like an eternity, Nick buried himself deep and draped himself over my back, pulling my pony back and biting down hard on my shoulder. I felt him convulse and his cock plump and knew he was breeding me. The first time I'd ever been bred, and here was this brutal man who refused to listen to a safeword and I was in heaven. I didn't know why I felt like I did, but I wanted him to keep fucking me more and more. But here he was filling me with his cum, and soon to be his piss. He pushed himself back up and and kept ahold of my hips. "Hold on, boy, you're about to get your fantasy." We both waited a moment, our breaths ragged. Then I felt it. "Aaaaaah, there it is, boy", Nick barely whispers. I felt the strangest sensation....a warmth that I wasn't expecting. Then I could feel the weight; Nick's piss was filling me up, fuller than I had expected. "Mmmm....such a wonderful feeling filling up my boy's cunt with my piss. All done now. Now, when I pull out, I want you to clinch up and hold it in."..."Yes, Sir." Nick began to slowly pull out and my hole was almost yelling at me to beg him "no" to not pull out. But he did, and I clinched up like he'd told me. Nick rubbed my ass, and then I felt something pushing at my hole again. "Let this in, boy....this is going to hold all my special piss inside you for a bit...make sure you get everything you need." As soon as I relaxed a bit, Nick forced the huge plug in my hole and even I could hear the squelch. "Such a pretty hole....you did a good job boy not letting my piss out. Now, we're going to keep you just like this for awhile. I'm going to get you some Advil and then, in a little while, we'll take you to the shower and get you emptied out. How does that sound, Chase? Does my pretty boy want to do this for me?" "Yes, Sir....very much for you, Sir" Nick stepped away and a few minutes later, he was back in front of me, holding two pills in his hand and a glass of water. "Take these, Chase, and it'll make you feel better, ease some of your discomfort." I let him put them on my tongue and drank the water through a straw. Nick patted my cheek softly and leaned over and kissed me. "There you are boy. Now you're going to feel really good, and you'll be mine. My pretty boy, my pretty little faggot, and my hole to abuse and share." "I'm sorry, what, Sir?" "You dumbass pretty boy. You've got a gut full of chem piss that's getting you higher and higher the longer it sits inside you. You had 3 shards shoved up your cunt and didn't even realize it. And now you just took a couple of pills of MDMA. You may've never been high before, but in about half an hour, you're going to be so fucking high, you won't even remember why this was a bad idea." Nick's voice was getting deeper and rougher as he told me this. "And now, you're mine. Tied down and going no where, and there's not a fucking thing you can do. You are now my property, and you won't ever walk out that door without a chain around your neck. Do you understand what property means, now, Chase? My very pretty piece of property?" I couldn't reply. Through whatever drugs or sex haze was in my head, I registered everything he said. But I couldn't speak....all I could do was let my head fall down when he let go of my pony and I cried. Sobs wrecked my body, and all Nick did was stand over me and laugh. "Don't worry....those drugs will make you feel good about everything soon enough. You'll soon be craving everything I have in mind for you. We just have to wait." With that, a bag or pillowcase or something went over my head and I heard Nick walk away leaving me right there on his ottoman.

I’m a top. My views on chastity have evolved over time. There are some beginner fags who want to go right into chastity. They want to use it as a crutch to demonstrate their submissiveness. Real bottoms know that the sub service attitude and hunger for a top’s load comes from within. It’s in your heart. A real fag has that service desire baked into the cake. A true sub bottom knows that there is only one cock that matters: his breeder’s cock. if you have that service desire and you want to use chastity to enhance the natural drive you have within you to service men and take our loads? Good. Do chastity. if you don’t have that fag desire in your heart, chastity cannot teach that.

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 😉

That's a huge compliment coming from you ❤️🥰

Started fucking with guys at 12 - I was incredibly lucky at that time - apart from the first time I fucked, both as a top and a bottom, I was almost exclusively a bottom, but my adventures were few in my teenage years. I always tested negative in the 1990s. I was really lucky. I tested poz in 2004, and it was during the health checkup for Canadian immigration. I tried meth in 1998, fucked up my liver, and I became really ill with Hep B when I went through a frustrated phase in Athens Ga, just before I met my hubs. He was convinced that the Hep B decimated my immune system, and my body was unable to withstand the HIV viral onslaught. I supposed it was inevitable; I was through and through convinced that there was this 'bareback brotherhood' which didn't help me one fucking bit, because it's complete fiction. Greg remained negative throughout though. Got on meds soon enough, and U=U.

Like many of my fellow cocksuckers, I love to suck cock in any position (except leaning over the center console of a car), especially with an audience. However, what turns me on the most is being on my knees "under" him. In the dirt on a trail, the cum stained floor of an ABS (booth or theater), the carpet just inside his front door, the welcome mat on his front porch or the concrete of his driveway, all will do. I just love it when a man is standing over me while he uses my mouth for his own pleasure without regard for me.

there's only so much we can do ourselves ultimately i'd love to have a Sir who whores me out. that way i could be tied down, hooded, gagged, ear plugged etc but i'd have a pimp: someone encouraging guys to use me, piss on me etc but also protecting me from the real creeps so noone damages his property so to speak 😜 i came closest once but he insisted i be a chem whore too and as hot as the sex was it wasn't worth the price of addiction. i'm also probably too past my prime to ever get this wish fulfilled but that's the irony: younger/hotter me never would have been grounded enough to do it. it takes a lot of self confidence to be a total sub.

Could be your dad's or uncle or brother behind the wall too, who knows and who cares, just saying x lol