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I finally had a chance to hit a popular cruising area when the weather was finally warm enough for outdoor play. I slipped on a pair of 1-inch nylon unlined running shorts and a mesh tank top with "Slut" written across the chest. I wandered the forest trail and noticed I had a follower about 20 yards behind. Weaving through the trees I entered the clearing, a little used hay field that had an old rusting truck in front of an abandoned harrow. I leaned on the truck, letting the sun warm my body. I heard his footsteps and opened my eyes as he lit a cigarette. "Is it true?", he asked, pointing at the words in my chest. "I like to think so", I replied. "You know if you advertise you have to back it up", he said, "I don't think I've ever met a self-proclaimed slut before". I opened a bottle of poppers, Double Scorpion Emerald, and took a hit in each nostril. I moaned and grabbed my cock, half hard and clearly outlined by the thin shorts. "Is that poppers?", he asked. "Yes" I said, letting the aroma do it's work to my brain. "Can I try?", he asked, "I haven't had any in years". "They're not as good as back in the day", I said, "but there's still a feeling". He took a long inhale. "Is that... mint?", he asked. "And eucalyptus", I replied, "according to online". He moaned and took a final drag on his cigarette before crushing it out against the truck's front fender. His hand unfastened his belt and unzipped his fly, pulling out a six inch cock. "Get on your knees and suck me... slut", he ordered. I happily complied, took a long hit of poppers in each nostril, and went to work on his manhood. Lightly kissing the head, flicking the frenulum with my tongue, before licking my way down the shaft. His cock responded to my worship and when I thought it hard I slipped his glans in my mouth, sucking gently, before impaling my head on him. I grabbed the base of his cock as my mouth rode his member, he grunted a few times. "Hey, no hands, slut!", he demanded. I let go of his shaft and used my mouth as a wet hole for his manhood. My idle hands slipped down to my nipples and started roughly abusing them. After a while, after he had rammed his hard cock into my throat a few times, making a few gags escape me and my eyes water, my out-of-practice jaw started to ache. "Get up.", he demanded. I stood up, he roughly spun my body around, and pushed between my shoulders to press my torso against the truck, my head narrowly missing the open hood. I looked down into the empty engine compartment. "Drop those shots and spread your cheeks", he ordered. I complied and heard him spit into his hand, which he jacked over his cock then spread the excess against my hole, forcing one finger, then two inside. He pulled his fingers out then I felt his glans press against my hole. I instinctively uncapped my poppers and took a two deep inhales in each nostril. I heard him chuckle as he pressed his raw cock against my hole. Relaxed by the poppers it easily surrendered, allowing entry to his raw manhood. His first thrust was relentless, driving until he was balls deep. He grunted in satisfaction and pulled back, leaving only on the cockhead inside before he thrust deep again. I grunted from the force than pushed my hips into the sun-warmed metal of the truck. Encouraged, each successive thrust was harder and more forceful, driving deep into me and compelling my body to submit. I took regular huffs of poppers as he grunted and fucked me. My fingers teased my nipples. My half-hard cock was leaking a stream of pre-cum. I lost track of time, but eventually his thrusts started to become erratic and his grunting louder and more forced. I felt his fingers dig hard into my hips immediately before his cock slammed balls deep into me a final time and he gave a final grunt, emptying his load into me. He panted deeply a few times before pulling his cock from my gaping and used hole. Instinctively I turned around, dropped to my knees and pulled his cock into my mouth, tasting his cum and my ass. After a few licks he pulled his softened cock out, tucked it into his pants, and walked off without a word.

The alarm clock sounded at 5:45. Tom got up feeling the plug move in his ass. He smiled wondering about his morning dump. He showered, drying always took at least two towels to get all his body hair dry enough to dress. His morning piss was strong. He hadn't drunk enough liquid before bed. He logged into his computer and checked emails. One was from coach. It simply said no underwear today. Tom pulled on is 501 blues with button fly. He was a little concerned as his dick was still not really softened, partially hard. Besides that, sometimes black pubes would work their way and show in the fly. He shaved his face, combed his hair, brushed his pearly white teeth, and headed downstairs, xts, he went back up to grab his phone. 5 texts from Jan. She wouldn't be up. He catch her at school. Tom mounted his motorcycle, feeling the vibration in his ass as the plug found new spots to tap. Tom hurried to school. He was outside coach's door at6:45. Coach walked up smiling knowing he had tom right where he wanted him. Coach unlocked the door, ushered Tom in and Tom stood in front of desk. Tom said, "Coach, you want me to turn the lights on." Coach responded, "No need for lights, boy." It wasn't totally dark but even blinds were closed. With that Coach said, "Boy, strip!" Tom hesitated and Coach growled, "Now." Tom pulled off his polo shirt, kicked off his shoes, and started to unbutton his jeans. The minute a second button was loose, his cock sprang to life making it hard to finish unbuttoning. Coach watched his prey fumble with the buttons. As soon as the boy was naked, Coach handed him a drink. "Drink it all down fast, boy!" Coach barked adding, "This is an energy drink. You will need extra energy today. I've got a college coach coming to see you." Now bend over the desk, let me check that plug. Tom said, "Coach, I haven't touched it. Sir, I need to take a dump." Coach moved him to attached john and pulled out the plug, it made a sucking sound. Tom sat on the pot and let out farts and shit. As he did, Coach coated the plug with some nice lube and a little grit. Coach said, "It has been cleared with admin for me to take you to meet the Coach at Holiday Inn periods 2 and 3. I will take you. He can't meet you on school property. Do you understand?"

There ya go

Jeffrey Morris stood, naked, behind the curtain in his second-floor bedroom. As he jacked his hard, nearly 8 inch cock with his left hand, his right hand strayed across the contours of his perfect hairless pecs, honed from years of competitive swimming. His pert round ass flexed as his hole clenched and spasmed around the vibrating plug he had pushed in. The perfectly defined muscles of his back undulated as his hands moved across his chest. The light coming in the window highlighted his skin, golden with a light summer tan, golden like his tightly cropped hair. Jeff was engaging in one of his favorite pastimes: jacking in the window, just out of sight of the two, tall, muscle daddies working shirtless in the back garden of his parent’s house in Evanston. He had been dreaming about the two men, the owners of Inland Ocean Landscaping, since before he reached puberty. They were both tall men, with huge shoulders and giant pecs. Benjamin King was taller than his Colombian husband Jose Hernandez by two inches. Ben stood 6’2”, his curly red hair close cropped, the sun shining on his tightly-groomed red beard. Jeff admired Ben’s rugged handsome face, and imagined that beard tickling his asshole. His eyes roamed hungrily to Jose. Jose was definitely the tougher looking of the two. He was 6’ tall, his pitch black mullet shining with sweat. He kept his torso shaved, to show off the full sleeve tatto that ran across his chest and down his right arm. His body was leaner than his slightly older husband. Jose’s body was jacked, the v from his wide powerful shoulders went to a very slim waist, every muscle twisting and turning as his dug in the ground. Beside him Ben’s body was broader, much more of solid square. Ben’s torso was just as ripped, but it was on a much larger more solid bone structure. As Jeff watched them dig—they were replacing Spring annuals with hardy Summer ones that could stand the heat—he imagined those muscles moving and rippling above him as first one and then the other fucked his brains out. He reached around, imagining their cocks relentlessly pounding his hole, pushing the buttplug in and out of his hole. Just as he was imagining what it would feel like to take both their dicks at once, he exploded in a deafening orgasm right as the family dog came racing up the stairs. The sound startled him and he jumped forward, crashing loudly into the full-length window still spraying cum. The sound caused the two older Daddies to look up at him, plastered against the window with his jerking cock still in his hands, his golden skin already turning red from embarrassment. Rather than seeming shocked, the two men smiled. Jeff couldn’t believe his eyes when their hands immediately started grabbing at their rapidly hardening dicks. Both bulges growing much larger than he could have ever dreamed. The two men looked at each other and nodded, and walked quickly to the back patio, their smiles wide with anticipation. Jeff stepped back from the window, his eyes wide. What was happening right now? Were they coming to the house? He heard the two men enter the house and start climbing the stairs. Within seconds they stood at the doorway, smiling broadly. Both men entered his bedroom, the scent of their sweaty bodies a mix of pure testosterone and garden earth. Ben spoke, reaching out to hold Jeff’s face in his giant hand, as Jose started to strip off his tight jeans. “Oh Jeffy boy,” Ben purred, “we’ve been waiting for this moment so long. You are going to love being our boy.”

Jeff stared wide eyed. So surprised he couldn’t speak. Ben stepped back and slipped off his jeans. Ben stood next to his naked husband, and smiled and said, “Well Jeffy, isn’t this what your fantasized about every time we worked in your parents yard, jacking your boy cock every single time, year after year?” Jeff’s eyes grew wide, but he realized he was so turned on that his cock was rock hard. Jeff’s eyes dropped, and his mouth dropped open and he drooled just a bit. His first look at Ben’s cock. It was so much hotter than he’d ever imagined. Ben boasted 10 inches of Irish- American man cock. It was quite wide—even as Ben’s enormous hands jacked it Jeff could see that it was a very wide dick. It was beautiful, Jeff thought, shaped like a missile, a tapered head covered in foreskin that quickly widened to maybe two inches across. Jeff watched Ben jack his cock, mesmerized for a few seconds, his mind completely consumed with the idea of sucking it, debasing himself before the most perfect cock inthe world. After a few second Jose stepped forward, drawing Jeff’s eyes to his own enormous cock. Jeff’s eyes grew even wider. “Oh my god,” Jeff breathed. Jose’s cock was also beautiful, but it was brutal-looking. It was darker than Jose’s olive skin, a darker warm brown. It was one of the thickest cocks Jeff had ever seen. “It looks like HairyDomXLs cock,” Jeff breathed. Jeff heard Ben’s voice in his ear, “You dirty boy,” Ben breathed, “watching OnlyFans.” Ben’s hands starting to roam across Jeff’s chest and stomach, his rock hard cock against Jeff’s lower back. Jose smiled, “It’s the same thickness—about 8 inches around—but it’s a bit longer, 9 inches.” “And he doesn’t have this,”: Jose said, rolling his long foreskin back to show Jeff the full size of the big Prince Albert running through the head of his cock. Jose reached up and twisted Jeff ‘s nippled hard, “You want my thick cock to stretch you boy?” “Yes,” Jeff replied, breathing out and making it almost a whine. Suddenly Jose big hand slapped Jeff’s face hard, stinging. “You address me and my man as Sir or Daddy at all times, bitch,” he commanded, his voice hard. “Yes, Daddy,” Jeff breathed out, a sheepish smile on his face as he realized he wanted rough treatment. Ben moved his hands to Jeff’s backside, as Jose started nibbling all over Jeff’s hairless torso, nipping lightly at the boys nipples. As Jeff began to buck and whine with desire, Ben found the small buttplug. “Our dirty little boy has a plug in,” Ben said. Taking the plug and gently fucking the teens hole, Ben said “Is that what you do when you dream of us fucking you.” “Yes, sir,” Jeff panted, then squealed as Jose bit one of his nipples hard. Jose stood tall, looming over the 5’ 7” golden teen. “I just want to make one thing clear, little bitch,” he said sternly. “When you have sex with us, we will hurt you,” he smiled lecherously, “And I will sometimes hurt you a lot. You down with that, boy?” Jeff was silent for a minute, his ass still bucking as Ben fucked him now with a couple of his thick fingers. “I submit to you both, Daddy,” Jeff said firmly, “My fantasies are always about rough sex.” Jose smiled and grabbed Jeff’s golden hair, pulling his head back and kissing him very forcefully. “Oh baby,” he growled, “I’ve wanted to possess you for so long.” They all made out for a few minutes, the two big muscle stud stood squeezing the golden haired twink between their broader bodies. They deep kissed him, nibbled his body, and then kissed each other. Ben broke it off and said, “You ever do GHB boy?” When Jeff admitted he had, they sent him downstairs for a glass of orange juice and Jose pulled a vial out of the little fanny pack he carried with him and Jeff swallowed it down. They made Jeff show them his little toy collection, and made him describe what he fantasized about. The biggest toy was about 8 inches and 6 inches around. He blushed and admitted it had taken him a while but he could take the entire thing now. Ben put him on his hands and knees on the bed, and Jose settled in to teach Jeffy how to suck his big cock. He’d removed the PA (“You learn to take that PA in both your holes soon enough boy,” he promised.). Jeff clearly had some practice—they would later make him confess to every sexual experience he’d had— but Jose’s tool was a challenge for all but the most experienced cocksuckers. Meanwhile, Ben started loosening up the boys hole with the bigger dildo. Jeff huffed on poppers so that both his holes would open up for his new daddies. All Ben could think about was how good that hole was going to feel wrapped around his thick ten inches. Finally, the anticipation got to be too much, and he lubed up and slowly eased his cock in. The boys ass was pure velvet. Clearly not a virgin, but most holes were basically a virgin to cocks as big as his cock and that of his husband. He got to the point where the boy had about three inches to go. He pushed in and the boy whined. “Big hit of poppers,” he said, “And Jose, you may want him off your cock for a second. We don’t want him biting your cock when I hit bottom.” Jose smiled wickedly, pulling the beautiful teen up by his golden hair. “Look in my eyes and beg my husband to fuck you deep, little bitch.” “Fuck me deep, Daddy Ben,” Jeff panted, “I need all of you inside me.” Jose then gave the boy two big hits of poppers and nodded at Ben. Ben pushed hard, not caring if it hurt, needing to own the boy he wanted for so long. Jeff screamed and then squirmed, as the rock hard cock broke deeper into his boypussy than anything ever had. His world reeled, realigning, he realized he wanted that cock in him even deeper. He’d known ever since he started having sexual fantasies at 12 that he wasn’t wired like other boys. He dreamt of being tied up, serving big strong men. As Ben started to slowly fuck him, he opened his eyes and stared at the gorgeous rough Latin muscle god in front of him. Jeff panted, “Fuck me, daddy, fuck me. Own me, hurt me, make me yours.” After a couple of hours (Jose watched the time, they didn’t want the boys parents interrupting the fun) they lay on the basically destroyed bed. Jeff was positioned between Jose and Ben, curled up. He was suckling on Jose’s satisfied cock while Ben lightly finger fucked his sore and gaping hole. Jeff was clearly an absolute cock hound. That first fuck by Ben, let loose an insatiable bottom. Jose couldn’t wait to see what Jeff was like when he was high, because he’d never seen someone so young begging for cock with just a little GHB. He’d struggled to take Jose’s giant pole at first. Jose wanted to just slam it home and make the boy scream and cry—the boys cries were so delicious and he clearly liked pain, But because both he and Ben REALLY wanted to make Jeff their full- time boy, he’d kept to their agreement to keep his own animal side in check. But Jeff wanted that cock, all of it. Jose let him sit on it—something he almost never did, as he wanted to devour every bottom he fucked—but the boy was so gorgeous that it was actually super hot. Jeff stared into Jose’s eyes, and he begged Jose for his cock. Jeff grunted and huffed on poppers and groaned as he slid down, the boy was so lean, Jose could see his cock move and the boys torso spasmed as his pussy learned to take something so thick. When he still had about an inch of Jose’s cock to take, Jeff did another round of poppers, and Jose reached forward and bit one of Jeff’s perky little tits while reaching up with both strong arms and pushing the boy down hard, the giant cock almost splitting him in two. Jeff screamed, then panted as he realized that the huge cock was all inside him. Jose moaned as the boys tunnel spasmed around his cock, milking it. He picked the boy up and started to slowly fuck him, quickly building up speed. Jose smiled, remembering, and pushed the boys mouth down to his balls. “You like when my giant cock splits your pussy in two, boy? Jose said. Jeff paused his ball licking, looking up and squirming his ass on Ben’s fingers, groaned “It hurts daddy, but I love it.”

Balls deep for a bit then back to thrusting to get ready for breeding them with my next load.

It died of starvation.

Zeke, Tommy and Red had consulted with their lawyers. Though they could not legally enter into a three way marriage they wanted to make Red as equal in their relationship as possible and give him every legal protection and right they could. They were going to have a marriage ceremony anyway this coming summer no matter what anyone thought Generally a “majority rules” concept emerged but with a failsafe. If all three could not agree on something one of them would have final say. In matters of business and finance of course Zeke would be deferred to, Tommy and then Red were next if Zeke was incapacitated and a decision had to be made but only with the guidance of advisers Zeke trusted. In matters of healthcare Tommy had final say followed ny Zeke and then Red. "I promise not to "pull the plug" when you are old Zeke" Tommy joked In domestic matters Red would be the final arbiter, surprisingly followed by Tommy and then rinally Zeke. Tommy joked that this was in the order of who was most willing to do the dishes but honestly in an argument Red had the most level and non-egocentric head of all of them Some may say that Red had the least important role but how often would Zeke and Tommy’s roles really come to the fore? Red’s roll was central to everyday life though it was rare he had to step in. They were three men who understood each other very well and were rarely at cross purpose. Most of what Red did was let Tommy know his jokes may be going a bit to far and he usually did that by subtly helping Zeke get even Zeke was many things but in this field Tommy had reigned supreme from day one. Half the time Zeke didn’t even realize Tommy was teasing him, Zeke and Mike’s years of ham handed competition was about as subtle as Zeke got in this area. Far from being upset at the new dynamics Tommy was happy that someone appreciated his sense of humor, hell he was happy someone even noticed most of his jokes! They were never malicious, just gentle ribbing. Red evened the playing field, usually taking Zeke’s side, explaining what Tommy was really saying in a way that didn’t make Zeke feel stupid and helping him poke right back, It was a great deal of fun for all three and brought them all even closer The final secret laugh was Zeke’s though. He let his men think they fooled him with such skill neither ever suspected. It softened his natural dominating charisma to have perceived flaws and blind spots. It allowed Tommy and Red to act mote fully equal in their relationship and that’s exactly what Zeke wanted. All he really was was more experienced than them, They were his full equals and he did all he could to make them see that The three of them were perfect together. Their strengths and weaknesses complementing each other. Tommy and Zeke had been happy just the two of them but Red added whole new levels and they made sure he knew it, Red, in return, tried to show in every possible way how grateful he was for this life of love they had brought him into, The general philosophy they all shared was “If you love and appreciate someone let them know that as often as you can” It worked out fairly well After the incident with Cal Zeke quietly added more security, Tommy Red and even Zeke were subtly guarded 24/7. The men were all hand picked by Sal. Jeff’s head of security and the team leader was named Theo Theodore Jackson was so unlike the dower Sal you would never believe he could disable a man with two fingers, but he could, easily. He started in Army special forces then was recruited by the C.I.A. who sharpened his skills and encouraged him to be more his authentic self as it was a great cover. No one could suspect a thin, colorful and even flamboyant gay man was a deadly killer. That had been 15 years ago. Now he was a bit more substantial. He appeared to be that jovial gay uncle so many people have. Always dressed in loud colors and quick with a laugh or a hug, The first day with his new team of ten highly trained and experienced men he had walked in in chinos and a lose Hawaiian shirt He had the ten form a circle around him and said “Attack me” They all laughed and the largest stepped forward alone. This was a mistake, Theo had him on the ground in 15 seconds The rest rushed him. It was a very long five minutes for them as Theo moved faster than a man his size abd age had any right to and scored “disabling” blows on all of them “Very good men!” He said “That was more challenging than I thought it would be” Theo never had a single discipline problem with his team after that. They followed his orders exactly because they respected him and even feared him a little It was Theo who always accompanied them to the baths. His personality was so outrageous that no one questioned him walking the halls in silk pajamas of emerald or royal blue “You can only hide one weapon under a towel and it’s hard to defend someone with your cock” he joked with Tommy the first night Butch and Pete naturally adored him and helped him spread the trend of older men and some not so old in pajamas. Zeke, at Tommy’s urging, had jokingly had all three made several sets that looked like leather in various shades. Undoing a few buttons turned the pants into chaps and the man who made them was overwhelmed with orders after the first night they were worn Theo on his part found the way the three of them dominated the place by force of will and blatant sexuality amazing. It was Red who drew his attention most often. The beautiful young man moved with an unconscious grace that fascinated him and made him think some very unprofessional thoughts about a client, The entire pozzing thing also intrigued him as well. The self destructive eroticism of allowing yourself to be infected with HIV got him hard and the thought of spreading it after that was just as hot He watched as Zeke and Tommy were buried balls deep in a couple members of the “Breeding Zone Virgin Club” as they were now known. There seemed to be a never ending stream of neg guys from there wanting to be pozzed. They were not all virgins but who cared? They were neg and wanted to change that Red’s attention was on a guy in full leather fucking a twink in a sling. The man seemed to be trying to avoid Red’s gaze but couldn't keep his eyes off the ginger boy with the massive cock, Theo noticed he was wearing a condom as he fucked the slim man beneath him, condoms being rate in this room Red smiled evilly and walked up behind the man who was a stocky fireplug, short and muscular with a compact muscle ass Red didn’t ask he simply reached around the man and pinched his nipples twisting hard. "You are safe sex only and neg aren’t you sexy boy?” Red whispered in his ear though the man was at least ten years older than him The bottom the man was fucking slipped out of the sling grinning and winking at Red. He knew what was coming “Yes and I only top as well” The man said though he didn’t sound very confident and he stayed where he was, not moving away “Im going to change all that tonight” Red said reaching in front of the man, pulling off the condom and tossing it aside “You won’t be needing this any more” “Good” The twink said “That safe sex only thing is so boring! Charge him up!" “Red simply pushed the man onto his stomach on the sling. He was short enough to where his feet did not quite touch the ground. Then Red, having never really asked permission simply started working his cock into that neg, safe sex only hole “You have been watching me all night wanting my cock, wanting me to poz you. Your eyes were practically begging for it! They were shouting come infect me with with HIV” he said as the head popped in The man gasped in pain and groaned “You are crazy man! I don’t want HIV!” Red pulled the head back out and stepped back “Feel free to go then, but we both know you won’t” Hw paused for a full minute then stepped forward and pushed the head back in “I thought so bitch, just lay there and take your pozzing since you want it so bad” “No, please don’t poz me” The man said “Shut up, you had your chance to walk away and you are not struggling at all. Stop with the drama, you want my virus and I’m going to give it to you. No turning back now!” Then Red worked his cock in thill it was about halfway ignoring the grunts of pain from his victim. He started pushing on the chains holding the sling up, letting the swing work his cock in further till his ginger pubes were hitting that neg muscle ass with each thrust The man groaned still weakly protesting but his cock was rock hard and dripping “I’m going to teach you your place in the world, You were born to take poz cock or any cock that wants to breed you, It’s what you have always craved, what you know you deserve” Red said as he slid almost his entire ten inches in and out of the willing victim “It’s time to become the poz cum dump you have always wanted to be! I’m going to infect you! NOW!” Red groaned as he fired shot after shot of toxic seed into the neg man’s unprotected hole “Thank you” The man sobbed as Red pulled out. Zeke and Tommy had finished and come over to watch their toxic apprentice honing his craft and they quickly added a second and a third poz load tp the first inside the man who less than an hour ago said he only played safe A queue had formed and the three of them sat on their throne couch like Gods watching the man be bred by anyone who stepped up. Red’s cock was still rock hard so he motioned to the twink who’s fuck he had interrupted and the slim man came over and sat on his lap sliding down on that shaft “My last test was neg, god knows how, I hope you finally change that” the twink moaned as he rode Red for that poz load churning in his balls As Theo watched he kept an eye on the others in the room automatically “No threats” he though “Well except those three toxic cocks to any neg hole within a mile” he added to himself “Including mine” A few days later Theo sat in Zeke’s office giving his routine weekly report. When he was finished he said “I have been watching you three in the bathhouse spreading HIV” “You were told of this before you agreed to take the job. Are you having second thoughts? We don’t force anyone” Zeke said “Mo, no, not at all!” Then he looked uncomfortable and said in a rush “I want to be infected and I want Red to do it” Zeke looked both shocked and amused “Normally I would have no objection but could you maintain your objectivity regarding Red after that and would it cause a respect issue with your men?” “I once guarded a man who kidnapped all the children in an entre village because they would not pay his warband for protection. He was attacked seven times while in my care but the government needed intelligence he had so I kept him alive. Once we had it and my assignment was over I was happy to hand him over to local “authorities” though. I can maintain my objectivity” he said “As for my men, there will be no problem, They all know Sal, the owner of our firm, is married to one of the people he has been hired to protect, And besides” Theo said with a faint smile “They are all scared to death of me” “I will ask Red if he is willing, when if he says yes?” Zeke asked “I’m off this weekend because you will be at the estate. You have a damn fine team there too by the way, I assume Sal picked them too?” Theo replied Zeke nodded “Amway, I can relax while you are at the estate and besides you have better bondage equipment there” he continued Zeke raised an eyebrow “Total immobilization is a kink for me and quite frankly, probably safer for my sex partners” Toby said blandly Red was more than interested. “Theo is danger all wrapped up in a cute, cuddly, teddy bear body, I’d love to fuck him even if he weren’t neg” was his reply So that weekend found Teddy held down on his back by straps on his arm and around his chest, neck and forehead though his head was on a slant so he could see what would happen. His legs were bent at the knees and straps ran from his ankles to his hips, A chain ran from his knees to his shoulders basically bending him in half. His fuzzy belly was left bare at Red’s request “to play with” Zeke was amazed at how flexible the man was Red came up between his legs and stroked Theo’s dripping, relatively thin five inches as he rubbed that fuzzy belly with the other hand “You are such a cute furry bear Theo, I’m going to take my time and enjoy this tummy of yours, so big and round” Red said in a voice some people talk to dogs in Tommy smiled half expecting “Who's my good boy?” to come next Theo did have a “dad bod” thing going on but his belly was not that big Theo loved humiliation while he could not do anything about it “Such a pretty little cock too but this is a real man’s cock” Red said pressing his cock against Theo’s. It was twice as long, twice as thick and Red's balls were more than three times the size Theo shivered and moaned through his gag “Yeah, this real man is going to poz you now cutie. I’m going to ram my cock up your tight little ass and fuck you so hard you will scream and beg me to fill you up with my virus. You want me to poz you don't you dirty boy? You want me to infect you with my nasty HIV seed. Beg me for it. Tell me how much you want it” Red said as he rubbed that belly “Fuck yes! Hurt me with that huge ginger boy cock! Breed me! Infect me! Give me your virus to live in me forever!” Theo moaned, Being bound like this was the only way Theo could truly let go. He was always confident and competent when he was loose. Always in control of the situation. It felt so good to give it up Theo roared as Red punched half his cock in with one thrust, paused and rammed the rest of his poz cock up his ass The younger man was not gentle as he fucked. He pulled all the way out and rammed back in several times preparing that hole to be seeded with HIV “I’m not going to last long sexy boy! I need to breed you! To change your life! You can't fight it! You can’t stop me! I’m giving you HIV!” Red groaned and his balls clenched pumping thick, creamy virus filed cum up the helpless neg ass he was buried in Red caught his breath then just started fucking again filling Theo’s ass with five loads of poz cum and the next day added three more. Red and Theo were very close after that and Red bred him many more times When none of the other guards were around to hear Red would sometimes ask “My Theo is a good boy, isn’t he?” and Theo would smile as his cock got rock hard **************************************************************************************** Let me know what you think! Scanbu

"Yeah, mom." Tom heard himself say. Supper already, oh, after six he thought as he glanced at the clock. He had to be with Coach by 7:30 and had some Calc homework to do. The conversation at the table turned to camp. Tom talked about the fun they had and how the team had bonded. His dad smiled, remembering his football days. Tom had worn a pair o sweatpants to the table as his cock was still totally out of control. Funny, it didn't really ache the way it did before, but it was there, big and brassy trying to show itself. The jockstrap helped. If he could get it into a cup, he'd wear one. He finished his Calc surprisingly quickly and got his books ready for Tuesday. By then it was time to leave for Coach's house. Funny, his cock seemed to be lessening in hardness. Maybe, this will get better he thought. He jumped onto his motorcycle and headed to Coach's place. It was outside town in a sort of a forest. No close neighbors and really nice. Coach had a pool, a sauna, and an icebath. When he reached the house, Coach met him at the door. After a quick chat, they sat down to watch films from this coming Friday's opponent. Coach was making notes on papers that looked like the football field after every play. When they finished Coach said, "Tom take a look at these while I make us a little drink." Tom studied them, imagined his teammates defending against this team. He thought his team had a great chance to beat them. When Coach returned, he had Gatoraide ready, gave Tom a b12 tablet and said, nurse it. They talked as Tom grew groggy. Soon Tom knew where he was but wasn't sure what was going on around him. Coach had him leaned against the back of the couch leg spread wide, and was rubbing something into his hole. Tom liked the feeling. Coach said, "Boy, I know you love this and you will love what is coming even more." Coach knew Tom had to be home by ten and couldn't take him all the way into dreamland. he had to be able to revive him to go home, but got him far enough out of it to begin with fingers probing Tom's tight hole. Soon Tom was moaning and pushing back on the fingers. When the fingers were withdrawn, Tom managed to moan, no. Coach said, "Don't worry son, there is more coming." Tom's arms felt like weights, his head was unclear, but he felt the pressure against his slightly opened hole. He moaned. Coach said, "You like that boy? You are going to learn to love it and beg for it." With that Coach slid his 9 inch fat cock into Tom's winking hole. Tom was soon pushing back as Coach slammed his bloated cock into the boy. The 19 year old would soon be hooked. His prostate was being assaulted by a club sized cock. Tom was leaking precum everywhere as Coach battered his boybutton. The harder Coach slammed into him, the more pleasant Tom's moans. Soon Coach had emptied his juice into the quarterback. Coach said, "Son, you loved that didn't you? You want to hold Coach's baby batter inside you?" Tom answered vaguely, "Yes, sir." Coach produced a nice butt plug, pushed it in, and slapped Tom's hot, hairy ass. "Boy, you will report to my office at 7am. You won't take that plug out until I take it out of you. Understand, boy?" Tom nodded saying that he understood. He dressed Tom. Coach pulled out smelling salts, gave Tom a whiff. Tom returned to some reality. Coach said, "Tom, it is late, head for home. Don't forget 7am. Tom went to his cycle, mounted it and felt the plug press in and moaned in pleasure. The vibrations from the engine made him moan even more all the way home. Tom went straight to bed. His dreams were vibrant. He was being fucked, fucked by his hero, Coach.

My hairy hole with my fuckbud's load dripping out.

Before and after taking 4 anon loads at the gloryholes

Oh yes, come fill it like that (made by one of my regular)

I looked at my phone. Brian had now texted 7 times and called 3 more times. "Hey where are you and when are you coming back?" "Its time for you to come home and service me now bitch" "Get your ass back here now" ..... Will also got called 2x from Brian. Both times he was pounding into me and leaving his toxic hot seed in me. I finally texted Brian back. "Hi been busy. Coming back later today. We need to talk"...me "Why the ghosting. Why havent you answered my phone or texted me back"....brian "Ive been busy taking cock like you told me too", me "Good now get your ass back to me where you belong"....brian "Thats what we need to talk about"...me He called "What do you mean", Brian said "I need to move out. I am moving in with Daddy Will", i said softly He remained calm "What do you mean. Why", he said with a squeak in his voice "I dont think we should do this over the phone. I think we should talk in person" i said "No fuck you. WTF is going on?", he said raising his voice "I am moving in with Will. He is going to be my Daddy now. I am sorry i didnt want it to happen this way but it just did.", i said as my eyes started to tear "You fucking whore. He put you up to this? He force you, that fucking Will. He always had a thing for you before he fucked you and even after. He would text me and keep bothering me to send you over so he could use you. I finally let him and look what happened. You fucking cheating slut. Did you cheat with him before this?" he said raising his voice "No never did. The only time was at the bar when you let him fuck me. That was the only time." i said "What do you have to say for yourself. You fucking slut." he said loudly While i was having this conversation with Brian, Will was sitting in the chair across from me took out his thick hung meat from his underwear and started to stroke his cock. He stared at me and smiled. He could see the hunger in my eyes. "Hello you still there? What the hell", Brian said again I gained my composure and focused. "I am sorry. I know this is bad. I am really sorry. This isnt how i thought we would end up. I only fucked him that one time i promise. But...." i said stopping "But what?" he said "But there was an instant attraction to him. He knew it and i knew it. I didnt realize it until you sent me over to him and let him take me. In some ways this is your fault.", i said I started to get defensive and blame him. Will kept strokin his hard cock now leaking with precum. I walked over and knelt before him and started to stroke him. I took his precum off his head and put it to my lips and smiled at him licking him off my finger and quickly licking his head. "Fuck you. Your just a slut", Brian said In replying back to Brian on my knees with one hand on Wills cock and the other holding the phone stared into Wills eyes, our eyes locked. "Yes i am and i know that. I am a total whore. I cumdump for any man to use me. You created that in me. You brought that out of me. But i do blame you cause you sent me over to him like a piece of meat to use. But i am glad you did. He used me so good and treated me like a total whore. He brought out the real whore in me. And this only the beginning And more importantly i know i am to be with him. He fucks me like no one else and i need him right now. I love mating with him, i need too. I am sorry Brian", i said looking into Wills eyes as i hung up the phone. I texted him i will be by to pick up my stuff later. I put down the phone and started to give him a nice slow bj then after a few minutes, climbed on his hung meat and sat on it. I let out a gasp for the pain and moan for the pleasure and leaned into him and said."i am yours. use me please", "dont worry i will. welcome home" Will said

I was in LA August 2023 - I went to Slammer on a Friday or Saturday night (can't remember which). It was moderately busy, a few people told me I looked hot, but few people fucked me, although I did get fucked at least 3 times, maybe more. Then I met a guy who fucked me in one of the large booths there - I was wearing a mask since I don't like how I look (I don't like how my face looks). He asked me to take the mask off after fucking me and said I was very handsome - so I was his cup of tea. He was a former athlete, slightly taller than me (maybe an inch or more taller actually, so 6'2, 6'3), muscular, guy, and said he had noticed me but though I was "stand-offish" because I was clearly just trying to get fucked (people have told me this before - so some people go to a total fuck joint for an emotional connection). We spent the rest of the night together. So you never know what's going to happen.

Tops - when you’re pumping your load in your buddies ass do you keep your cock rammed in balls deep until you finish seeding him or do you carry on thrusting so you plaster the entire length of his chute?

Author's note: This is another story that I adapted from a terrific, hot piece I read here, "Photographer Wanted". It turned me on so much that I decided to make myself the narrator. I thank the author for the inspiration! Moderator's note: The original story (by @phxman54) can be found here *** Ever since I had left my wife and come out as gay, I had been thinking about having some professional nude pictures taken of me. One night, on a whim, I posted an ad on Craigs List, in the Men for Men section, inquiring about a local photographer to take some tasteful yet sexy pictures. I have a strong feminine, romantic side. That’s how my wife found out – she caught me jerking off, wearing her pretty wristwatch and her diamond solitaire engagement ring, a dildo in my ass, looking at gay porn on my laptop. She screamed at me, saying how humiliating it was to be married to a sissy faggot, and stormed out. After she slammed the door, I fucked myself to the most intense orgasm I had ever had. Of course, our marriage was over. She even refused to take back her jewelry, saying she could never wear the watch and ring again after she saw me wearing them while engaged in what she called “such a disgusting act.” I decided to stop pretending to be straight and I’ve been much happier ever since. I love recreating the scene where she caught me. Still, I never show this feminine side to my sexual partners. It would be nice, I thought, to present my true self on gay dating sites. The right photos would pave the way. As expected, I received multiple crude or amateur responses, and it took me a while to sift through them. One message caught my eye. Ed had a photo studio and offered to take some erotic nudes of me with no expectations or cost. The only condition was that if one was really good, I would agree to let him use it in his studio. I would also get all the digital files; Ed would keep nothing. So it seemed perfectly safe. Ed and I connected via email first and he was professional from the start, which I appreciated. I wanted to make sure that, if the mood suited me, he was all right with taking soft-porn-type photos of me pleasuring myself. Ed was totally fine with this and offered to walk me through his non-public online gallery to give me some sense of his work with other male clients. I was thrilled about this and we set a time. Meanwhile, I looked at Ed’s public profile on a gay dating site. He was very attractive, with close-cropped graying hair and beard, and seemed to be fit and muscular. My vision was pulled right to his soft cock; hanging naturally, it seemed to be at least six inches, thick, cut, with hairy balls and pubes. First impression? He was as sexy and masculine as any man I had ever met. Ed and I were to connect via hangout so we he could lead me through the gallery. When it was time, I opened the video chat link. “So, Andy, would you like to see some artful nudes I’ve had hanging in my gallery at one time or another?” “That would be great! I am very interested in guys who kinda started where I am, no experience and no idea what I really want.” Ed replied, “You bet. I think I know what you want to see.” He shared his screen and started going through the gallery quickly, looking for someone specific. “Ah, here he is. This is Joe. He came to me with the same thoughts you have. He had plenty of selfies and gay dating site pics but wanted something a little classier. We met in my studio and all of these were taken in an afternoon. What do you think?” I looked closely at every photo he shared of Joe. Many were relaxed poses on a bed or couch. Joe was naked and semi-aroused in most of the pictures. The lighting was romantic and Joe seemed to be very comfortable displaying his submissive side. “I think these are very sexy,” I said. “I see Joe in mostly the same poses. Can you handle other positions?” “Of course, Andy. Let me find a few others that might be more what you are thinking.” Ed navigated to another client and past his front photos to a second page. “Are these more along the lines of what might want?” The new set of pictures were more explicit. There was one of this new guy with an erection, another of him holding his stiff cock, on all fours, a dildo in his ass. Ed laughed. “I can see by your stares and the silence these pictures have grabbed your attention.” “Fuck, Ed.” I caught myself. “Sorry. I mean, yes, these are exactly what I was looking for. Can I ask you about this session?” “Sure. I am very open.” “Thank you, Ed. For this session, how did this start? What were his thoughts on what he wanted? And the obvious: did it go any further, to pictures of him cumming?” “Great questions, Andy. This is Mark. He wanted some ‘action’ pictures. We started with different poses. Soon enough he was aroused. It just led from there. To answer your last question, yes, Mark did cum very hard at the end of that session.” I was getting hard hearing Ed talk about the photo session. This was exactly what I was looking for. I murmured, “That is really hot.” “Yes, Andy, it is very fucking hot. So, would you like to schedule a session for yourself?” I knew I did. We worked out a time to meet at Ed’s studio. * * * The studio was in an older building downtown, a loft apartment. Ed was wearing a loose-fitting button-up shirt, gym shorts, and sandals. He was even better-looking in person. “Welcome, Andy, please come in.” He hugged me firmly. I could feel his cock through his shorts and realized he wasn’t wearing any underwear. I felt his strong hands grope my butt. I suspected his embrace was more than just friendly, and I didn’t mind. I immediately noticed the erotic photography on the walls, men in various settings and erotic poses. Ed asked, “Do you like my work?” As I looked at the different photos, I answered, “Very much. They are just great. Very real, very sexy.” Ed chuckled. “You should see the ones I keep in my office. Those are much more...revealing.” “Can we? It might give me some ideas.” I realized that I had said this flirtatiously. This was already becoming something more than a photo session. Ed smiled, took my hand with our fingers interlaced like a couple, and led me down the hallway to a large open room. His hands were large and manly, mine are small and dainty, and I loved the sensation of difference. There were lights set up and cameras on the shelves. I examined the photos on the walls. Fuck! They were all very artistic but also so hot: men aroused, men masturbating, men hard, and men fucking. I just stared, not being able to look away. “Perhaps these might be a little more than you have in mind, but maybe they’re inspiring, too,” Ed said. I walked closer to one in particular. The photo, in black and white, showed a man on all fours. He was being fucked by a rather large cock, and the picture had been taken from the point of view of the top, as if the photographer is the one doing the fucking. “Intense,” I managed to choke out, as I felt myself getting aroused. I was so fixated that I didn’t sense Ed coming up next to me. I felt his hand on my butt and I moved closer to him and put my arm around his waist. He said softly, “Yes, this is a good one. I remember it well. Do you like it?” “Oh, yes, it is very…intimate. I don’t know how you were able to get that point of view, it is incredible. They obviously intended this when they came here, right?” “Oh, it takes some skill, and luck, to be able to capture this in the moment,” Ed said. Then he added, “I think he had this in mind from the start.” I thought he meant when one of the men in the photo made the appointment. He didn’t give me much time to dwell on it. “Let me show you to the changing room.” Ed opened the door to a small room off the studio. “Andy, you can change here or undress, depending on how you want to start. Did you have something in particular you wanted to wear or do you want to go right to naked?” I told him I had brought a special outfit. “OK,” he said, “Take as much time as you want while I set up the lights and equipment.” Ed closed the door behind him. I set my bag down on the couch and started removing my clothes. I fastened a studded leather ring around my cock and balls. Then I donned black lace panties and a clingy woman’s camisole top that highlighted my slender body. I put on my ex’s pretty wristwatch, with its a slender black leather band and small round face, and the diamond solitaire engagement ring that I had resized to fit me. Finally, I added a black leather choker with a silver buckle, which makes me feel submissive and vulnerable, ready to serve my top’s wishes. As I admired myself in the mirror, I started to get hard. My look screamed effeminate bottom, which is exactly who I really am and want any partner to know. Then I heard a light knock on the door. Ed asked, “Everything going alright in there, Andy? I am ready when you are.” I opened the door and stood back so Ed could see. “Do you think this will look OK?” I was very nervous because I wanted Ed to find me attractive. Ed looked me up and down, and said, “You are a very hot-looking sissy.” I could see the male hunger in his eyes. I blushed but I was actually delighted. He went on, “Turn around so I can see the rear view.” He slid his hand up the back of my thighs and ran his strong hands over the curve of my butt. “Yes, Andy, this will be great. These panties fit like they were made for you.” When I turned back to Ed and looked down at his shorts, I saw the prominent outline of his cock head and his obvious, large erection. I looked up and our eyes met. I felt the sexual tension of two gay men about to connect. I smiled shyly at him. Ed took my hand and led me to the couch. “Let’s start with you sitting here, facing me, one leg up.” After a couple of poses and several photos in which my stiff cock made my panties stick out, I looked again at his shorts and noticed a wet spot from his precum. He caught me staring and said, “Sorry for leaking, Andy. I don’t usually do that just by taking pictures.” “No need to apologize,” I said. “I take it as a compliment.” We both laughed. Ed had me pull off the panties, releasing my hard cock. “That’s great, Andy. Just like that, don’t play with your cock yet. Let me take a few.” Then he added, “Turn over so you are on all fours, cock still hanging free.” I did as Ed instructed. While he stood behind me taking pictures, I asked, “You said you don’t normally leak by taking pictures, so when do you start leaking?” He answered, “Usually when a hot sissy bottom is showing me his bubble butt.” I looked over my shoulder at him. His cock was very hard now and VERY prominent in his shorts. I said, “You know, Ed this is the closest I’ve ever been to being in a porn film.” Ed told me he wanted to shift me for another photo from behind. As he bent over my ass, he held on to my butt cheek with one hand. I felt his hard cock poke my exposed ass. “Would you like a toy and try to take some of those pictures?” His hand moved over my ass cheek to my hole and kept his finger there. It felt very warm. “Please, Ed, I would love that.” Ed squeezed my butt cheek and headed to a dresser. I watched as he opened a drawer and pulled out some things. When he came back, I could see he held a six-inch dildo and lube. I was incredibly turned on. So was he – his cock, pushing his shorts out, was bouncing all over the place. Ed came close to me on the couch and showed me the dildo. “Andy, can I help get you ready so this will go in easily?” “That’s very sweet of you, Ed, thank you.” I arched my back and next felt some lube drip onto my ass. Ed rubbed it all over my hole, which started to feel very warm and slick. He then lubed up the toy, used his off hand to spread my hole open a little, and slowly worked the dildo into me. I felt the familiar burning sensation and finally gasped as my sphincter opened to welcome the intruder. I thought, my ass is now a cunt. It felt warm and full. I moaned out loud. “Fuck, Ed, that feels really good.” My cock was dripping precum. “I think these pics will be hot.” “Andy, hold this in you. I need to capture this.” My ass clenched tight around the dildo. Ed got his camera. Then he said, “Mind if I take off my shirt. It’s a little hot in here now.” “Of course not, please do.” I could tell the hand with lube on it had found his hard cock in his shorts. The evidence was obvious. “Don’t stop there,” I urged. “Why not lose those shorts, too? They’re just getting in the way.” He paused and slipped them down. His cock was enormous – long, thick, and glistening with precum. I felt my pulse quicken. My mouth went dry. Now naked except for his black work boots, Ed picked up his camera. “Much better. OK, if you want to slowly work that in and out of you. Perfect.” He got closer and started taking pictures. I grasped the dildo and slid it in and out of me. I knew my pretty wristwatch and diamond ring would be obvious in the photos, and it made me feel more effeminate. Although I had done this many times in the privacy of my apartment, it was much more intense knowing he was snapping photos that other men would see. Ed said, “Now quickly pull it out, Andy, and I will get your hole wide open.” I did as Ed asked. “That’s perfect,” he said. “Your ass is gaping. Wow!” He moved closer and closer, taking pictures. “You are such a sexy princess, Andy. I hope you let me hang one of these in my office.” I shivered when he called me a princess – that was what I used to call my wife. It was thrilling to be called that by another man. “I would love that, Ed!” I exclaimed, in a high, lisping sissy voice. “It would be so flattering.” I was seized by the urge to act slutty for him. So I took the dildo into my mouth and sucked on it. “That’s it, Andy, pretend it is a big wet cock, suck on it,” Ed coaxed. I went down on the dildo with enthusiasm, my eyes closed, imagining it was his cock, tasting my ass. “Yeah, suck on it, suck it like a true faggot, like you can’t get enough.” I heard the camera clicking. Then silence. No more clicks. I heard him breathing a little harder. I opened my eyes and saw Ed stroking his gorgeous cock, watching me. “Want to get some shots of you sucking my cock?” He didn’t wait for an answer – he just kneeled on the couch next to me and leaned in to give me access to his man meat. I wanted, no, needed the real thing. I dropped the dildo and started gently pumping his thick cock. Then I lowered my mouth to its mushroom tip, licked it clean of delicious precum, and sucked him into my mouth. I gently stroked his heavy balls with my slender, girlish fingers. Out of the corner of my eye I noticed my ex’s pretty, feminine watch and her engagement ring. I remembered the moment my wife caught me wearing her jewelry and confronted me about my sexuality. I remembered how turned on I was. It was nothing compared to how aroused I was now. “Suck it, Andy. Do you like my big cock, princess?” Ed asked, while holding the back of my head. I just moaned loudly. Soon his hand left my head and trailed down my back to my exposed, pre-lubed hole. I felt his fingers circling around my hole. In a moment he slid one of his fingers into me. Then two fingers. I moaned around his thick cock. As Ed finger-fucked my ass, I took his cock out of my mouth. “Please fuck me, daddy.” “Oh, Andy, I really want to, but we shouldn’t.” My heart sank. I looked up at him, “Why? Do you have a boyfriend?” “No.” I continued, “Because you don’t fuck your clients?” “No, it isn’t that, Andy.” “Please, Ed, I want you in my cunt so bad. I’ve never wanted a man so much. Don’t you want me, too?” “Andy, I’m poz and not on meds. I really want to fuck you, to take pictures of my cock in you like I did with Mark, but I want you to know the risk.” Here I was, on all fours, in front of a gorgeous man and his gorgeous cock. I had to make that decision. But I knew I already had. “Ed, would you please take pictures of your cock in me, bare?” Ed asked, “Are you sure, Andy? Because once I’m inside you, I won’t stop.” I smiled. “Yes, that’s what I want.” Ed leaned down and kissed me, and our tongues danced together. He held me in his strong grip and I wanted him to never let go. Then he picked up his camera and kneeled behind me. I could feel his cock as he laid it on my crack. He started sliding his cock back and forth across my hole, and I heard the camera clicking. I knew he was taking pictures, which turned me on even more. “Andy, are you ready? Your hole is so wet and ready for my poz cock. Tell me to fuck you now.” “Ed, please...put your big cock in me. Breed me. I need to feel you deep inside me.” Ed stopped sliding, and I felt him pushing his cock down as the head was right at my hole. His big cock started opening me up. The pressure was intensifying as he slowly pushed past my tight anal ring. The familiar burning sensation before the pleasure. Finally I felt myself open to him as my ass welcomed his cock. I heard him grunt. A pause as he stopped pushing. “Princess, my cock head is in you. I need to take some pictures...please hold still.” I could feel Ed’s cock in me, pulsing, as he captured the moment for me. “Fuck, Andy, I know I want to hang this one in my office." I reached behind me and rested my hand on my butt cheek. I knew my ex's watch and ring would be very clear in the photos. If she ever saw them she would know it was me, even without my face. I decided then and there that I would send one of these photos to her, just to shock and repel her to see what a sissy faggot she had married. The thought turned me on even more. After Ed had a few shots, he said, "Your ass is so tight, it just wraps around my cock. Are you ready for more?” To help Ed know how I felt, I pushed back on his cock a little. “Andy, damn...I love it...take my cock as much as you want.” I pushed back on Ed’s cock slowly and steadily, feeling him slide deeply into me. An incredible warmth radiated from my ass throughout my body. I trembled at the sensations. He was stretching my ass more than any man had. I loved it. I knew the dangerous position I was now in, with this poz top man leaking in me. I knew he was not on meds. I had always been careful with my male partners. I didn’t want HIV. But it was too late to stop. I just let him fuck me for his pleasure. Ed put the camera down and grabbed both of my hips with his strong, manly hands to help himself get deep in me. “Please keep fucking me, daddy, don’t stop!” I begged. He started thrusting with full long strokes. “I love watching my cock slide in and out of you,” Ed gasped. As his thrusts quickened, I thought I could feel him swelling. I knew he was close. “Andy, I am going to pull out and cum all over your sexy ass.” I turned my head over my shoulder. “No! Please don’t pull out, Ed. I need to feel you cum inside me...please.” “You want my poz cum, princess?” he asked. It wasn’t really a question. I put my head on the pillow in front of me and gripped it with my dainty hands. They looked so pretty and sexy with my dainty watch and the engagement ring, glistening under the lights. I had never felt so feminine. I was finally the truly female half of a couple, about to be made pregnant by my top’s toxic seed. The moment was perfect. I turned my face toward Ed and shouted, “Breed me with your poz load, daddy! I want it so bad.” Ed picked up the pace, “Oh, yes, princess, you are going to get all of my cum in you.” Faster now, his balls slapping loudly against my ass cheeks. “Get ready,” Ed announced. “Here comes my poz load!” “Fill me with your seed,” I answered. “Poz my cunt.” I couldn’t believe I was begging to be bred by a poz man. But at that moment all I wanted was Ed’s viral load deep in me, changing me. I felt Ed swell and, with one final shove deep in me, start shooting. My cock erupted underneath me. His girth and depth was all it took for us to orgasm together! He kept slamming deep into me, his warm jism filling me. After grunting and shooting, Ed finally collapsed on my back...kissing my shoulders. Then I turned to him and he kissed my deeply as he kept spasming inside me. He said, “Thank you, Andy, that was so fucking hot. I love fucking you.” As he slowly softened and slipped out of my sore ass, I said to him, “I want more, Ed.” And soon he obliged.

[sorry for the English, was typed in a hurry] So... This was today. I am a Dutch bi boy 22yo NEG. I had this date with a nice semi-black boy from Rotterdam, he was 21yo, NEG, bi/straight and versa (more bottom lol!) We met at his home and start chatting, some normal stuff .. study, love live, exploring the world ect.. he actually was very straight-looking, you would not espect him to be gay or bi, --> that's how I like them the most After some 20 minutes we moved to his bedroom, his parents and sister where working so we had his home for ourselfs. We start kissing, then he gave me a 10/10 star blowjob, almost got me to the point of cumming. However we wanted to fuck, and he whispered me "I want you inside of me". I took the condom, he asked me to bring one... and now is the funny part comming. I told him to lie on his belly, I rimmed his delicous black bubble butt (WOW HE HAD AN HOT ASS!) and then took the (prepared :$) condom.. I used some vaseline and put the condom on (at home I had pricked some little little holes). I start pushing my dickhead with the rubber on in his little boy-pussy, It was not long before it said "Splatsh", it had broken... I noticed... he didn't.. He was on his belly, in the 7th heaven enjoying my dick. And I was enjoying his ass somewhat more... after a few minutes of balss deep pounding I bred the bitch like I've never done.. loading his ass up with my seed. Like any good top would. And he still had no clue (A).. I lied there.. kissing and licking his ear and neck, then pulled out. A stream of seed was flowing... nice thick white cum. He felt it, and I said "Fuck.. It broke!.." He was more worried about my reaction then of his ass filled up.. haha. After this we showered and I gave him somewhat later a nice facial cumshot, some seed on this tonque too. We had a nice time. He liked me, and I like him (and his raw ass ) Pic of him :

I was horny after work yesterday, so I walked down to the seaside park. As I was walking past the trees and bushes that have a hidden trail through them. I saw a dude who looked a bit out of place, tidy city clothes, on a cold evening in the beach park. I walked around to the trail entrance, and he turned back toward me and followed me in. I went a bit deeper into the trees, and he still followed. He walked up to me and said, "Let's go a bit further in". He reached out at felt up the bulge in my work pants, so I undid my belt buckle and pushed them down. He pulled down his jeans. He was hard already. We jacked each other's cocks for a minute. I turned around and rubbed his cock in my arse crack. He liked it and got a bit harder. I rubbed some lube in my crack and he pushed the head of his cock in after about 20 seconds rubbing. He started to slide in and out. It hurt good, he had good size but got to thrusting quick. I was not sure if I could take it that fast. I just thought, fuck it, pushed my arse back to meet his thrusts and let him pound me. I bent over forward, so he could get balls deep. It felt good. He just hammered away, I was fucken loving it. I was rubbing my cock as fast as I could. I thought he might not take long. A good time, for a short time, is hot for a quick after work hook up. After a minute, he pulled out, and I said "blow your cum over my arse". He replied, "I already blew my load deep in ya". I said "Fuck yeah! Hot man". We tidied up, and got on with our evenings. I walked back to my work truck with that cum up my arse.

Can anyone actually comprehend that woman being President? Christy Gnome would be a disaster if PlumpTrump cashed it in. It's hardly like Orange Jesus is fit as a fiddle - he's as out of shape as they come. Ask Stormy - she knows all about it .....

Mine, very thight 🙂

@Jaygusher - I love your story ... keeps us all going and hard ... creaming all over ... and always returning here in hope for more development ... 😈

Hoping none of these spouses are gun owners. I would never.

Ok I’ll say it, a smelly ass. I only play with a clean hole and am instantly turned off by a shit smell. Was at a sex club recently and the dark room smelled like somebody took a dump in there, but I am guessing it was just not a clean bottom. I know people like that, but it’s a big no for me.

Or a heroin overdose.....

Turn on for me too man. Yeehaw!!

I AM A FAGGOT. BEEN THAT FAGGOT. AND ALWAYS BE WILL BE THAT FAGGOT.

That "if" is a mighty big "if". As in "IF". The reality, of course, is that such a bill is unlikely to even be brought up in the Senate, much less passed, and even less to be signed into law.

Adding to the 8 loads I had in me, just had a mind blowing fuckathon with a couple I play with occasionally. they dumped 4 additional loads in my now ruined pussy. they are both around 8" and one of them is thick, like really thick, like so thick it barely fits my mouth and I can't close my hand around it thick. Started spit roasting me and switching places, they had a go with my already sloppy cum filled hole and having me taste the wonderful cum and ass juices from their cock, until they dumped their first load in me. we laid in bed an I was between them, chatting, sucking them, they fingered my pussy till it was time for another round so I squatted over and rode one of them till I strated feeling the pressure of the thick partner poking my hole. i took a huuuuuge sniff of poppers and he forcefully pushed in, till I felt the POP of his huge head entering me alongside his partner. soon after that he was balls deep in me, they both were, and the pounding began. they spent nearly an hour fucking me like that, never pulling out of my hole and I was moaning and groaning and begging for them to use me harder and my caged cock shot 2 loads of cum handsfree. Till they finally pushed all the way together and unloaded in my well used hole one last load each. I fell on top of the one laying down as their slowly started to come down a bit and popped out my ruined hole and immediately it was plugged back, this time the big plug entered smoothly lol Should I search for more? never mind, another couple contacted me, perhaps they'll have a friend join too lol

Had a fourth meeting yesterday lunch time which was the best yet. Within no time we were naked and he fingered my hole before sliding his cock in. Wasn't long before he pumped a 5 day load in me then had to be on his way. He filmed it too and then I filmed his load leaking from my hole.

Another dickpick of me

I didn't even know the name of the last regular bottom I was fucking for more than 6 months, and only then so I could call him to get ready for more cock. He lived so close to my work that I could fuck him 2-3 times a day before I even knew that I was shooting toxic cum into his cunt.

If you want real physical contact with real guys then get yourself to a sauna/baths bookstore or cruising bar/area. Guys who really are up for it will make the effort to go. 99% of online guys are only into the idea of meeting up and string you along while they have a wank. This weekend I was at a hotel in Shoreditch, London. Was on the apps for a few hours in the evening - despite being able to host, nobody actually went through with a meet... went out to Bunker (local cruise bar) and had three very horny sessions with different guys in the space of a couple of hours. And two of the three who approached me were a lot hotter/younger that I would usually approach for fear of rejection. Which was a better use of my time? Definitely going out.

Chapter 2: Douglas I was still fucking horny as I left Byron's place filled with his load because I hadn't cum yet. It was daytime outside but extremely cloudy (wink) so thankfully my eyes adjusted as I went back to my car. I figured out that my next stop would be one of the spas, as I could keep the party going as long as I needed to, so I headed to one of the more famous ones in town. As I parked, I saw on the nearby icon that another guy I had been talking with had hit me up. Douglas was in his 40's, blond, 6'5, and a nice chest. He also looked to have the same size cock as Byron's, which made my hole quiver. Turns out that Douglas was already in the spa and wanted to see me; since it was my first time he said he would meet me out front and guide me in. I walked to the front and checked in, and on the other side of the door he was standing there, smiling and naked as the day he was born. His huge cock was swinging slightly, and was even bigger in person; he had understated his size. Clearly 10 inches of pure white meat primed to pummel a lucky winner - me! "Hey stud", Douglas said, as he wrapped me in his arms and kissed me deeply. I moaned into his mouth as his tongue probed my mouth, while his fingers snaked into my wet hole. "Been busy already I see. I like that!" "Yeah, just partied with a guy and he filled me up good", I whispered, as we walked through the dark maze. I could dimly see the shadows of other naked men walking around, and the noise of others groaning in pleasure in the distance. "Excellent - we can continue in my room then. You better be ready to stay all day cause I got everything we need to last until tomorrow," Douglas murmured, holding my hand as we traversed the corridor. Finally, as we stopped in front of room 69, he fished out a key, opened the door and we walked in. Room 69 turned out to be quite spacious. In front of me was a full floor to ceiling mirror, and to the left was what looked like a full size "bed". Opposite the bed was a TV playing bareback porn from Treasure Island Media, and then on the right side was a sling. A fan was turned on, attached to the ceiling. "Helps with the smoke", he said. I saw all of Douglas's supplies laid out on the space next to the bed - poppers, lube, loaded bong, and some tiny bottles of G to the side. Douglas closed the door and immediately pinned me against the kissing me and jerking our growing cocks together with one hand. I could feel the heat emanate from his monster as he furiously made out with me, until it was standing at the full 10 inches. I dropped down and took him into my mouth, trying to fit as much dick inside until it hit the back of my throat. Douglas forcefully face-fucked me as I choked on him, until I almost passed out. The assault continued for at least 5 minutes before he finally relented, pulling the entire length out as I gasped for air. "Fuck yeah you're such a good cocksucking slut," Douglas grinned as he pulled me up and smacked me on my ass. We migrated to the bed and he grabbed the G before mixing it in a bottle of Gatorade. "Drink up", he took a swig of the cocktail before passing to me. I gulped it down and then lit the bong, desperate to get higher. As the white smoke danced in the bowl, I sucked in a fat hit and passed it to Douglas's mouth, as we hungrily shotgunned each other. As we kept doing shotgun after shotgun, I could feel my desire for him grow - a need for us to ravage each other's insides. Finally, after we depleted the bowl, we couldn't help ourselves anymore. To my surprise, Douglas motioned me to lay down and grabbed the lube and poppers. As he slowly lathered my slick cock, he positioned himself over me, took a big hit of poppers and slowly started sitting down. "O my FUCKING god", I exclaimed, as I felt the inside of a man for the first time. Douglas was staring at me intensely, his blue eyes piercing my soul as he slowly pierced himself on my hard prick. His hole felt so smooth and warm, gripping my cock lovingly with his inner walls as he descended. Finally, as I felt him bottom out, we both breathed a sigh of content, as though this is where we were meant to be all along. "Surprise!" Douglas smiled at me. "You like that baby?" "Fuck yeah dude that feels amazing. I wasn't expecting that but it feels so good," I replied. Douglas then slowly started gyrating his hips, causing my whole body to shiver. As he massaged my cock with his cunt, Douglas started slowly lifting back up and then, with one fell swoop, slammed his ass all the way down on my cock balls deep. "FUCK", we both exclaimed. It was clear that Douglas was a pro - he kept up his pace as he slowly bounced up and down on me. A few times, I came close to cumming and had to stop him, but managed to hold him off. I felt like taking control so I pushed him forward onto his back, and began to thrust hard into him missionary style. "Yeah give it to me good baby," Douglas panted, as I rammed into him with no mercy. From this vantage point, I could see his eyes glazed over, as we felt the effects of the chems. I leaned down and placed small kisses on his square jaw, then on his cheek, and finally on his luscious lips. The world seemed to fade away as we kept fucking, a tangled duo of sweaty bodies. After about 15 minutes, I could feel my orgasm starting to build and starting picking up the pace. Douglas could sense that I was cumming soon as he held onto my for dear life, his hole getting frantically jackhammered. Finally, after what felt like a minute, I felt what felt like a delayed pause and then my cock exploded inside him. "Ugh ugh ugh ugh," I screamed into his mouth, as I felt shot after shot erupt. He expertly squeezed his hole & milked my cock, and I felt what seemed to be an aftershock as my whole body shuddered. I lay on top of Douglas for another couple of minutes, lazily making out with him as my cock stayed nestled inside him. Eventually, though, it popped out and I clambered off of him. I realized that he hadn't even fucked me yet, and though I just had what felt like the best cum of my life I was still hungry for his meat. "Don't you worry boy," Douglas said, as he started to pack up his things. "Change of plans, we're going to go back to my place for part 2. I hope you're ready."

Was leaving the club last night, and a homeless guy sitting on the corner asked for change. I told him I unfortunately didn’t have any, and was prepared to keep going but he asked if I liked dick (since he’d seen me leave the gay bar). I let him know that I loved cock. He told me it’d been awhile since he’d cum. I glanced around, then pointed at a nearby alley and told him he was welcome to cum in me if he wanted to go that way. He said yes, stood up and we walked into the alley. It was dark and I was nervous, but I love taking raw homeless cock so I was also excited as hell. I’d been fucked in this alley before, so I knew there was a dumpster we could behind and I lead him that direction. Once behind the dumpster, I immediately leaned into the wall, lowered my pants off my ass and arched my back for him. He chuckled and made a comment about how much of an easy slut I was. I confirmed, and begged him to fuck me. He asked me if I wanted him to wear a condom, and I told him absolutely not to which he said “sure, it’s your choice”. I felt him spit on my hole, then his cock sliding up and down my crack. The tip kept brushing against my hole, making me whimper in need which seemed to turn him on more be a few seconds later he thrust in and impaled his cock in me with one strong stroke. He felt like a good 7” or so and THICK. I started to moan as he began to jack hammer into my hole. One of his hands was on my hip, guiding me back to meet his thrusts and the other was in my hair shoving my face into the wall. He set a brutal pace, and within no time was asking me where I wanted his cum. I begged for him to breed me, and he again chuckled and said “sure, it’s your choice.” With a few more thrusts, he lodged himself balls deep in my hole and I felt the throbbing of his cock and the warmth of his cum as he unloaded in me, the hand in my hair moving down to curl around my throat, fingers digging into my wind pipe. Once he was done cumming, he started lazily stroking his cock back and forth in me, working his load deeper into me. I thought he intended to give me another load, but instead after a few minutes of lazy strokes, he again impaled himself balls deep in me and I felt the unmistakable warmth of his piss filling me. His fingers tightened further on my throat, and he continued to piss without saying word for a good couple of minutes as I moaned and thanked him. Once he was done pissing, he maneuvered us so I was laying on the ground and he was mounting me, and he proceeded to fuck another load into my now very sloppy hole. He was even rougher this time, and had stopped caring or asking what I wanted - it was clear he’d decided he was just going to use me however he wanted. And I loved it. He pressed my face into the ground and continued to choke me, nearly cutting my air off. He pulled at my hair roughly, I felt some strands pull out. He punched my ass with closed fists and groped at it as he fucked me (it’s bruised today lol). The second fuck took longer, but eventually I felt him cumming inside me again. Then he stood up, and I heard him leave the alley without another word. I waited a few minutes, then stood up, pulled my pants up and left as well, squeezing my hole to keep it all inside me. Horned as I was now, I wanted more cock and cum… so instead of going home, I ended up at the nearest ABS with my hole up against a gloryhole where I got 6 more anon loads without seeing a single one of the guys. Very successful night!

I guess I see it differently, meeting for drinks is a date not a hookup to fuck. I frequently see profiles where I live that appear to be written by someone who is looking for a buddy to hang out with. That is the problem, we don't have separate sites or areas within the sites for guys looking to feck, guys looking for companionship i.e hangout with or date, and guys seeking LTR, which makes the apps less useful for all of us.

Yesterday

What a brilliant adventure

"Our government" (in a general sense) did no such thing. The U.S. House (which is one half of one branch of the US government) passed a bill that did something else entirely. What the proposed law in question does is codify (in Civil Rights Act of 1964) the definition of anti-Semitism used internally by the International Holocaust Remembrance Alliance. That definition reads as follows: "Antisemitism is a certain perception of Jews, which may be expressed as hatred toward Jews. Rhetorical and physical manifestations of antisemitism are directed toward Jewish or non-Jewish individuals and/or their property, toward Jewish community institutions and religious facilities." Note that there is no mention of the word "Israel" or the phrase "government of Israel" in that definition, whatsoever. The law goes on to incorporate the IHRA's "contemporary examples of antisemitism", but none of those examples "codifies" the relationship between the U.S. and Israel. It's simply false to say that they do. Now, one may argue whether that's an accurate or good enough definition of anti-Semitism; that's a reasonable debate to have. And one may say that this, or that, example of antisemitism shouldn't be considered as such, and that, too, is a reasonable debate to have. But it's false - provably, demonstrably false - that this law "codifies" any sort of relationship between the United States and Israel. For one thing, that's a huge separation of powers problem; the president, not Congress, is given the power to recognize foreign governments. See Zivotosky v. Kerry, in which the Supreme Court held that the power of the president to recognize foreign nations is exclusive (ie that Congress cannot interfere with it).

Forgot to include this. Here’s me and Tom 😁

First time I think of as being whored out was with a guy I saw semi-regularly for a while, probably would've been much more regularly if it weren't for distance. I'd been shared by other guys often enough and let him know that, and that I was okay with it, so this wasn't out of the blue. After a few chats, which were very promising (and dirty), I'd agreed to go to his place for our first meeting, about an hour on the train. Couple of texts back and forth that morning to confirm we were both still good to meet, then as I'm at the station waiting for a train, I get another message from him saying (words to the effect of, that phone gave up the ghost a while back so I don't have the exact text in front of me), "Hey slut, I've got a friend here, he's going to use you too." No 'is it okay if...', 'would you like...', just 'this is happening'. I mean I had the option of calling it off obviously, and from our chats I was pretty sure (and getting to know him better, I was right) he'd told me like that because he knew I'd love it, and if I'd texted back that I wasn't okay with it he'd have sent his friend home no questions asked. But even so, finding out by text that I'd have a stranger fucking me in a bit over an hour, not being asked but being told, was an amazing rush. (And not to spoil the story but the actual sex was pretty straightforward, I got there, stripped, got on my knees and warmed them up in my mouth, then into the bedroom and gave my guy more oral while his friend fucked me from behind, nothing I hadn't done basically every other threesome I'd been in, so you probably don't need me to outline every detail there. But I'll never complain about good sex, and the lead-up made it special.)

When I've bottomed anon; I don't really need chit-chat after but a small gesture like a thank you, kiss, or even a quick rub goes a long way in making it hotter (and making me want to play again sometime). When I top anon; I tend to give a little butt squeeze or little kiss on their cheek, shoulder, or butt (depending on the scene and where we are, club, apt, outdoors, etc). Most tend to enjoy this extra little acknowledgement. The world is a crazy wild place, have fun and be kind to each other.

i can't think of anytime a guy in a sex club didn't say something. if they dump their load they usually remark on how good the ass felt. if they don't, they usually explain why, which is usually "too early in eve to cum, ill prob be back". even the 22yo who dumped two loads one right after the other had to go off about how that never happened before and how good it felt. or the one guy who bitched i was too tight and he doesn't do tight. just walking away w/out a word? are they psycho?

i like the thanks, see ya, or smack on the ass as it means they enjoyed themselves and may likely be back for more. the ones who just quickly rush out, no words, make me suspect they're overcome w guilt and regret. closet case self-hatred or young gays who think they can do better but horniness made them sink low and fuck a dad

Another

Part 2 I gave him the run down of how the past few years have been. My studies, my interests my career paths. We talked about me for quite some time. Uncle Chester was on the couch next to me already empty on his drink. He was tentatively taking in everything I was saying. Never taking his eyes off me. “And so now my gap year trip has lead me to San Diego.” I wrapped up. “Sounds like you have a general idea on what you’re going to do.” “Yeah I don’t like to over plan. I like some room for flexibility.” “Well that’s good. You need some room to enjoy yourself. Do you have anyone to enjoy it with?” “Oh no I’m single.” “No ladies catch or eye? Or are you a heart breaker?” He smirked I hadn’t outright asked him if he was gay but I remember dad mentioning he was and based on the way he acts dresses and some of the hints in his house I’m fairly sure it was a safe bet. He does fit the effeminate old queen stereotype. I decided to tell my first family member about me. Chester seemed a safe bet since he was estranged for so long it wouldn’t hurt much if I was rejected for it. “Actually I’m not into girls. I’m gay.” “Oh wow! That’s wonderful!” Uncle Chester wrapped his arms around me and squeezed me tight. “You precious boy. We have more in common. I’m gay too.” “Yeah, dad mentioned that a while back. Is that why you guys don’t talk anymore?” He was sitting with his arm around my shoulder keeping me pulled in close. He had a musky smell to him “Nah your dad is just a drama queen in his own right. You know he had his own experimental phase when he was your age.” “Really? That’s crazy.” I guess a lot of guys experiment at some point in their lives but dad? He never came off that way at all. I can’t even imagine it. “Yeah he’s a piece of work, your father. But enough of that. I’m assuming you haven’t told you parents.” “Right, I’m not out to them. So I’d rather they didn’t know.” “Your secret is safe with me. You’re not telling them you over here so what goes one here stays here.” “Thanks uncle Chester.” “Just Chester you silly boy.” “Sorry, I like the way uncle sounds. I didn’t get to know you much growing up.” “Well I’m an open book nephew Will. Ask me anything. Nothing is off limits with me.” “How have you been these years? What have you been up to?” It was uncle Chester’s turn to give me the run down over the past decade. He tells me about all the different jobs he’s taken, places he’s lived and bounced around till settling back here. He currently works as an at home masseuse. He talked about vacations to a handful of exotic countries that I’d love to go to and some tedious history lessons on each place including the monuments. Then things got a little personal as he mentioned his various boyfriends he’s had… “Well boyfriends isn’t accurate. I don’t really date much. I hook up a lot. What can I say? I’m a lean mean fucking machine.” “Oh, that’s empowering. I’m all for sex positivity and all that.” “Damn right Will. I was born with a massive insatiable libido, I’m gonna “positivity” in every hole I can find. That was always something your dad didn’t like. How often I fucked.” “He just comes from a conservative world. He doesn’t understand anything that doesn’t conform to his lifestyle. He’d always warn me about catching something from the wrong girl.” “Yeah well the catching part is right. It caught me quite a few years ago.” “It?” “HIV. Been living with it for nearly two decades.” “Oh I’m sorry Chester…” “No don’t be. It’s totally fine. It makes me who I am, adds spice to my life and I can fuck uninhibited all I like.” “I guess medication these days helps you live a regular life.” “Eh, when I remember to refill my prescriptions. Sometimes i do, sometimes I don’t.” “Oh well I’m sure you know what you’re doing.” “I definitely do.” As we chatted like that in the living room. The day was turning into an evening. Chester and I had dinner and talked about local shows that were going on. At some point I heard a knock on the door. Chester sprang up and looked anxious. “Oh that must be one of my tricks.” “Your tricks?” “I still fuck, Will. Don’t worry I’ll keep it in the bedroom. But that’s how I do things around here. Almost daily sluts from grindr, scruff, recon, you name it. That’s not going to be a problem is it?” I was a little uncomfortable with the idea but I was in his home and he is a red blooded man, so I understand the need. Besides this wasn’t my parents house anymore. No prudish uptight lifestyle anymore. “No not at all. It’s your place, keep doing what you always do.” “We’ll get along great Will.” He smiled and answered the door. I saw the guy enter and was surprised. He was a young guy close to my age, blond. He looked like he could be my brother, if I had one. Uncle Chester guided him wordlessly down the hall to his room. For the rest of the night the house was filled with sounds of sex and moaning. I don’t know if Chester realized how thin his walls were. This may take a little more getting used to. Later in the night. I was trying to sleep on the couch. It was a warm night and I was having trouble staying asleep. I was stripped down to my boxers which did little to help. I heard someone come out of uncle Chester’s room so I kept quiet. In the dark I saw a silhouette walking toward the kitchen, it was uncle Chester, he was nude and I could see his penis, or at least the outline of it. Damn was that real? Was he wearing a monster strap on? The dim light from the window illuminating it just enough for me to see something dripping out the tip. I closed my eyes and tried to go back to sleep. Chester drank some water and returned to his room. I couldn’t help but wonder how that other guy could take such a huge dicking for so long. In the morning I slept in a little. I was kept up a little by uncle Chester’s late nite play time. I was woken up by the sound of a coffee mug being placed on the table in front of me. “Good morning Will.” Chester was still in the same thong he wore yesterday. That was the only thing he had on. He sat down on the couch in front of my waist and rubbed my hair. I was a little old for that but it was kinda sweet. “Good morning uncle Chester. Is your friend still here?” “Him? Oh nah. I sent him home earlier. Pozzed up and walking with a limp he he.” “Pozzed up?” “Shot my raw load in him, converted his ass. I gave that boy hiv.” “What? Why?” “He wanted it. I’m a gifter Will. There are plenty of guys out there that crave toxic seed, and I love giving it to them.” That was quite a shock. I knew of STDs and protection. But I wasn’t aware of people who actively try and catch hiv. “Oh don’t look so surprised. There’s many many fetish communities out there. I’ve dabbled in quite a lot in my day. It’s all good fun.” I didn’t want to be judgmental. Uncle Chester welcomed me into his home after so many years without question. I know that there are plenty of communities that get into all sorts of weird things in the cities. As long as he’s having fun then who am I to say he shouldn’t do that? “Oh it’s fine with me uncle. I’m not gonna lecture you on how you live your life.” I was sitting up now. Slowly sipping on my coffee. “I guess I was a more surprised with how such a young guy would be into that sort of thing.” “But chasers come in all shapes, sizes, and ages. I’m not picky but 18-25 year old bottoms are my favorite.” “Oh, I see.” I’m 18. I don’t know why that’s relevant. I’m his nephew so being in his preferred age range means nothing. “I know, why would the young handsome guys want anything to do with a decrepit old man like me?” “I wasn’t thinking that. You’re probably just his type.” “This is his type.” He grabbed his bulge and jiggled it around. “Gay guys may be picky at first impression looks but they see this big bad boy then all that nonsense of type, preference, principles go out the window. If there’s an ugly troll with a monster cock then even the most snobbish gays will bend over and beg for it.” “Yeah that tracks. I’ve seen plenty of porn where the top wasn’t my type but the dick was nice so it didn’t really matter.” “So what is your type Will?” He was cross legged and attentively paying attention. I hadn’t really thought about my type. I like a wide range of guys, but the few partners I’ve had tended to be in the older crowed. “I guess I like older guys. But I’m not picky. It’s more if the vibe is right.” “Older men eh? Good to know.” He giggled a little. “I now a place that caters to that. I can take you sometime.” “I’m not old enough to get into bars.” “That’s why you’ll be with me. I know the people who own the place, they never check IDs with the friends I bring.” “Oh that sounds like fun actually. I haven’t been to any night life like that on my trip yet. But I don’t have anything club appropriate to wear. Speaking of which.” I grabbed my bag and sniffed a shirt. Just as I thought. Nothing clean and the semi clean stuff was getting musky. “ You use my washing machine. Let’s get your things sorted out.” Uncle Chester grabbed my bag and was headed down the hall. I got up to fallow. “Here we go I’m sure you haven’t found a good place to get your clothes washed yet.” He was throwing my clothes in the washing machine. He didn’t have to go through the trouble of doing the laundry for me. I was grateful for the help. “Let’s get those off of you too. I’m sure they’ve seen their mileage as well.“ He was pointing towards my underwear I was wearing. it was the only thing I had to wear left. “But Chester I don’t have anything else.“ “We’re both guys, what does it matter if you let it hang out while the clothes wash? I’m usually walking around the house in the buff most of the time. This thing is merely a courtesy.“ He snapped the string off his thong. He calls it a courtesy, but it really doesn’t cover up much at all. He junk is practically shrink wrapped in it. But it was his house, and the pair I was wearing was also in need of a wash as well. So I opened it and threw them in the machine with the rest. “Well, since modesty is no longer an issue.” Chester took off his thong and threw it in as well. That was the first time I saw his dick. I couldn’t believe how large it was. It was hanging down and flopping back-and-forth so it could not have been erect but there was still so much there. It was almost frightening to imagine what it would look like hard. He threw in some soap and started up the machine. “Now then, let’s see if we can find you anything interesting in my wardrobe for later tonight.” Chester gave me a playful slap on the butt as he walked past and entered his bedroom. I blushed a little, but I was curious to try on something other than what I had been carrying around with me these past several days. “Don’t mind the mess, there’s a bunch of naughty stuff all over the place.“ As I entered his room, I noticed that there were sex toys, lube bottles, handcuffs and all sorts of strange objects I couldn’t identify all over the place. A leather swing on chains in one corner and a padded table with a hole in it at the other. His room had a distinct smell of stale sex and sweat. He obviously got a lot of action in here. I was feeling a little self-conscious, so I was covering my privates with my hands as I followed him to his dresser, and he was rummaging through it looking for something for me. “We’ll have a regular guys night out. What kind of host would it be if I didn’t show you around?” He pulled out a pair of black jeans that looked like they were from the 80s. They were faded but they looks like they might fit me. “Now stop all of that. You don’t need to be shy around your dear uncle. Take those hands away, let it breathe for goodness sake, he he.” I pulled my hands away, and now uncle Chester could see my dick as well, it wasn’t nearly as big as his, it was average, but it got the job done. At least I haven’t had any complaints. “That’s a healthy looking thing there. I’m sure you’ve given plenty of men memorable times.“ “Some here and there. I’ve played around with a few guys, but not that much and nothing too crazy.” “Well, while you’re here, we should do something to change that. Soil your oats, spread your wings so to speak. I’m sure these old things will fit you.“ He wadded the pants up and threw them in a corner for later, I figured he would have had me try them on, but if anything else, I can just throw on whatever comes out of the dryer. “Well, what do you think of my set up here?“ He pointed to his room showing it off. I wasn’t sure how to respond. It looked like a sex shop exploded in here. “It’s pretty extensive. I couldn’t afford all this.” “Well I didn’t buy it all at once. I gathered a bunch of it over the years. I’m sure some of it is from before you were born.” “That long? Wow and and I thought the saying was ‘I have shoes older than you.’” “I have those too! The foot subs love sniffing them. Come let me show some photos from back in the day.” Chester wandered over to the bed and reached under it to pull out a photo album. He sat on the bed and patted the spot next to him to invite me to join him. I sat on the edge and looked over at the album cover. “Closer you silly.” He wrapped an arm around my bare waist and pulled me in. We were sitting close, our hips touching. I was so close that I couldn’t ignore the way he smelled. It wasn’t typical BO, it was more like the smell of sweat, stale sex, and cheese. I hadn’t noticed it before but being this close it was fairly strong. He open the book across our laps and turn to a collage of Polaroids from when he was younger. He looked like he was in his late 30s early 40s standing next to some classic cars. He also looked like he had more body mass on him back then. I could even call him slightly bear-ish. A stark contrast to his rail thin body now. My dad was in there too, looking like he was in his 20s. I was surprised to see how much dad looked like me back then. Maybe a bit rougher around the edges, but it was fairly close. “Whose car is that?” I asked, pointing towards an old van. “That was mine. Your father, and I would go on road trips in that thing all the time. We got up to all sorts of riffraff in the back of that thing. You look so much like your father. Such a handsome young man.” He put a hand on my face as he looked at me to admire the resemblance. I blushed a little bit. “Thanks, uncle Chester.“ We flipped through several other pages. He would give me a brief backstory to every one of it he pictures. He rotated his body slightly to position towards me more. When he did it I felt something warm poke against my thigh. I didn’t know what it was at first, but eventually realized it was his dick poking me. It was soft but it still had enough length to make contact. It was a little awkward, but I was more focused on the album and Chester’s commentary on the past. “Here we are at one of my old friends parties. Your father stayed for a little bit, but it was getting too rowdy for him so he left early.“ As he showed me the collage of party photos, I saw many guys drinking and smoking pot. There were cups and bottles and all sorts of paraphernalia all over the scenery. I noticed quite a few of the men were naked. The rest wore very little. Amongst the polaroids of naked party, goers, I saw Chester in there as well. He was naked and wrapping an arm around a young 18 or 19 year old blonde boy. The blonde boy in the photos was pretty cute. Chester pointed to him as if remembering someone he forgot about. “Oh, he was a lot of fun that day. I definitely got a lot of mileage out of him. Can’t for the life of me remember his name.” He turned the page and the nude party photos continued. Common characters reoccurring to pose with one another, the occasional fool putting on a curtain like a dress, and putting on some sort of impromptu performance. In the collage of photos my eye shot to one particular photo that I was not expecting. The cute blonde boy on a table, surrounded by party cups. His legs were up in the air, and uncle Chester had his cock in the boys ass. They were fucking in the middle of the party. The boy had a look of ecstasy on his face while Chester was holding his ankles nearly folding him and a half. “Oh, my God.“ I muttered, not really sure what to say. I get that it was that kind of party, but I didn’t expect to see a picture of my uncle turning up the action. “Yeah, Harvey thought he was Sylvester, trying to dance a jig.“ Uncle Chester was commentating on the photo of the guy wearing the curtain dress, as if the pornographic photo of himself wasn’t the highlight of the page. “I was talking about this.“ I pointed to the photo of Chester going to town on the blonde boy. Chester look at it and commentated like it was any other photo. “Good technique, right? I made that little bottom squeal good. He couldn’t get enough of my meat stick.“ As he looked at the lewd photo I felt his dick starting to get hard against my leg. I think I even felt a dab of something wet oozing out the tip. “Yeah, that’s quite the extreme inclusion to the album.“ That’s when it dawned on Chester. “Oh! Will, I hope this isn’t too much for you to see? Your uncle having a little fun? Like I said, I’m very sex positive. I’m not ashamed to bear all and share all.“ Seeing photos of family members having sex would normally be quite the ick factor for me. But since I didn’t grow up with Chester in my life, I don’t feel quite as conservative around him. It was still a little bit awkward to see my uncle in that position, but if he’s comfortable with it, then I guess there’s no reason for me not to be. I tried to see it as if an another friend were showing me wild highlights of a kinky party. So I decided to be mature about it. “I’m cool with it. It looks like a fun party. I wish I could’ve gone to parties like this. Not necessarily the sex part, but everyone looks like they’re enjoying themselves.“ “You would be quite popular then. But you probably wouldn’t want to go to this specific party.“ “Why not?” “Well, this house party was hosted by my friend Gus. He always had a cheeky rule that any new guy who showed up to his parties for the first time had to allow their ass to be available for him to fuck. Sort of like paying a toll. And trust me almost every first timer who went to his parties got a hefty load up their bums.” “I mean, I’m not a prude, I guess it just depends on the mood at the time.“ “That’s not all. You see, at this particular party Gus was living with AIDS, and it was really putting a toll on him. This was before medication‘s were really a thing. This particular day I’m pretty sure he mostly spent time in his room. But his rule still stood. Let’s say if I chaperoned you to that party, Gus would expect me to bring you into his room to see if he’d be interested in fucking you. And you are quite the handsome young man. I know without a doubt he would shoo me away to leave you alone with him. Regardless of how advanced his condition was you still wouldn’t be leaving his bedroom without him emptying his toxic balls into you.“ “Yeah, I don’t think I would want to go to that party.“ Things really were different back then were they? I shudder at the thought of getting infected with HIV but the party itself still looked fun regardless. “Well, those wild parties are hard to come by these days. I still attend a few here and there, but not as frequently as I used to.” Chester was flipping through more of the pages looking for other memories worth recollecting. As he flipped through the pages, I noticed the photos were getting progressively more and more raunchy. Different locations and time periods well past the party. Full-blown pornographic images with him, and other men doing all sorts of things. He stopped on the page that had an assortment of kinky activity on it. My face was blushing hard, and I was trying to keep my composure. Uncle Chester pointed to what looked like a fairly recent photo of another young blonde guy sucking on his toes. “This was the best foot slut I ever had. The only boy to make me cum just by working his tongue on my big old stompers. Probably of all the kinks I like, having a boy worship my feet is perfection in its simplicity. Look at that boy. Doesn’t he just look like he’s in heaven beneath my feet?“ “I guess. I wouldn’t know, I never did anything like that.“ “You never worshiped a man’s feet before? Oh, goodness! You must try it! It’s the most common fetish, you know. Even guys who say they aren’t into it, once they try it, it flips a piggy switch in their heads.” “Hm, I’m not sure if I would be into that. I mean, for the right guy I guess but in general, I’m not so sure.“ “You never know until you try. We’ll find you some feet to go down on. We just need to find a a nearby old man who loves having boys worship his feet.“ Uncle Chester emphasized his last sentence by subtly wiggling his toes. “I appreciate the offer uncle, but I will try that out in my own time. I’m not opposed to it though.” “Fair enough.” It was then that we heard the buzzer for the washer. Uncle Chester closed the photo album and was about to get up. When he lifted the album up, his massive erection, strang upward and smacked his belly. “Oh goodness that trip down memory lane stirred up this old thing again.“ Jesus Christ, and I thought it was big when it was soft. Chester‘s cock was a massive monster thing. I was surprised the photo album was able to hide it. The head of his cock was poking out of his foreskin, and the tip was drooling pre-cum down its shaft. I looked at my leg where it was touching me earlier and I saw there was a blob of pre on my thigh, trailing down and onto my balls. “Um, uncle Chester?“ He looked at the mess he made on my leg and saw my messy balls. “Oh, let me get that for you.” He reached over and grabbed an old sock off the floor and started wiping me up. He then positioned himself between my legs. “lift your legs Will, looks like my stuff dribbled all the way down your taint.“ Before I could say anything Chester grabbed my ankles and lift them up over my head, my ass on full display. He was sitting on his knees, scooting closer to me and placed my legs over his shoulders. His huge cock pointing straight at my ass. He took the sock and gently wiped up my scrotum. “Uncle Chester, that sock is kind of dirty, don’t you think?“ I should have told him that I could clean it up myself, that it was embarrassing to be naked with legs up in front of him. But the sock did look fairly well worn so I didn’t think it was getting me any cleaner. “I guess you’re right. I think I have a rag under the pillow.“ Uncle Chester tossed the sock aside, and in a maneuver not very well thought out he leaned his body forward and reached underneath the pillow my head was on. But due to where his cock was already aiming, his body leaning forward, caused his dick to come forward. I was feeling my uncles cockhead kissing my pucker. “Hey! Chester!“ “There it is!“ Uncle Chester sat upright again, revealing the rag from underneath the pillow. His cock head no longer digging into my ass, but still pressed against it. “Uncle Chester this is a pretty compromising position don’t you think? Your dick is poking me down there.“ I try to say as calmly and diplomatically as possible. Uncle Chester takes a look down, and it looks as if he didn’t notice it before. “Ha ha ha, well look at that. Oops guess I wasn’t watching where I was aiming this thing“ “Could you please move it?“ “Just a moment Will“ Uncle Chester reached over for the photo album and was flipping through pages all the while I could feel the heat and the moisture from his twitching cock on my ass hole. “Take a look at this“ Chester pulled out a Polaroid of the party, where he is fucking the young blonde boy on the table. Legs in the air. “History repeat itself I guess. Ain’t that funny?“ I try to let out a chuckle to laugh at his joke. And I’m surprised with how casual he is about this. I know he’s a free spirit, but is his dick pressed up against his nephews ass really not that big of a deal? “Let’s get you cleaned up shall we?“ He pulls his dick aside, leaving a trail on my opening. He wipes my butt with the rag and tosses it aside. “All right, let’s go dry those clothes.“ Uncle Chester got up off the bed. My heart was racing a little at the strange phallic contact that I wasn’t totally sure how to feel about. “Hey, uncle Chester? Was that really OK, you know, your dick poking me down there?“ “Oh, don’t be silly. It was just a little bump. You don’t freak out when shaking a man’s hand, and that hand most likely jacked off that morning. Besides most guys in locker rooms do far nastier jokes on each other. Nothing wrong with the occasional bump.“ “He he, I guess.“ I guess that made sense? I mean sorta. Either way it did put my mind at ease a little. But I was curious about something else. “Hey, uncle Chester.“ “Yes?“ “That blonde boy at the party in the photo. Was that his first time there?” “Yes, it was. And yes, after I was done with him, I gave him to Gus to deposit his obligatory cum load.“ “Whatever happened to that guy?“ “After Gus got to him? That boy passed away about four or five years later. It was a time before meds after all.”

We played there, tonight we are leaving hotel she joined me and my date uncut dirty cock, she was on percs and molly I watched her suck his dirty cock on chair in hotel room she was into him caller he a nigga and dirty shit, I was so turned on watching he fucked her I got to lick her while he was going in and out me and her bent over he took turns fucking me and her she sucked my juices off his cock I blew my cum in her mouth and he came inside her pussy, we were still fucked up she told us how she use to run the streets and miss the hotel life, this Halloween is off to a good start thinking about streetwalking with her this evening and onto the night

Part 5 It didn't take long to get a reasonable clientele list. Once word started spreading, Cory was working every night. There are lots of men willing to pay for an 18 yo boy, especially when they could get rough with him. And many of them loved his strung out look. It made it dirtier for them. Some guys even paid very well for specialties. Soon he was pulling in over $2000 a week. That didn't even include what I was pulling in online from video sales. That was another cash cow. Of course I knew this couldn't last forever. He had already gone through the fuck flu, and I knew with the amount of drugs and rough sex he was subjected too, his body would eventually break down. When it was time, I'd just sell him off for whatever I could get, just to get rid of him. In the meantime I'd get all I could out of him. Sometimes I'd leave him with Andre for a couple days where he'd serve as a house cumdump. With the amount of people Andre dealt too, he would pretty much spend 48 hours with a cock always in his body. He'd be kept high and complient. Occasionally I'd take him down by the docks to work the street. I'd keep watch on him, like a good pimp should, as skeevy looking guys would pick him up for a quick blowjob or fuck. Recently I sold him for a weekend to a couple of really old leather guys who wanted a no limits slave. And they meant NO limits. And they paid top dollar. They agreed to film the festivities for me. I supplied them with the party supplies at no extra charge. When Cory got home, I had to give him a few days to recover. Watching the video was so totally hot and fucked up! They had a full dungeon, and put it to full use! My whore spent every moment in some form of painful bondage while his body was subjected to extreme tortures. Countless things were shoved up his ass, from fists, to baseball bats, to dildos of ungodly size. Every scream of agony was recorded. Many strange men showed up to fuck his ever increasingly ruined cunt. At one point he was tied to a St. Andrews cross, his arms and legs securely bound. Needles were inserted into his body all over. His nipples were first, two long needles inserted cross ways while he screamed. Other parts of his body were next, arms, thighs, chest. Finally, his cock. Many needles were passed through the head and shaft. Cory just cried and sweated buckets. Finally needles were passed through his scrotum and even his testicles. He visibly passed onto another plane of existence. Finally he looked like a giant pincushion. He was taken down off the cross and laid on his back on a table. He was then fucked in his holes while his tormentors flicked and wiggled the potruding needles. Cory just jerked and spasmed at his torture. Finally they started pulling the needles out, leaving his cock for last. As they slowly extracted them, Cory actually came, cum flowing out of his soft cock all over his stomach. I jerked my own meat while I watched his painful torment, shooting a big load as I watched my son cum from the exquisite pain. I would sell him to these men many more times, each time just as harsh and messed up. But hey, money's money, gotta get it while you can!

i have heard my hole is tight but recently a guy mentioned how loose it was and easy to get inside it. he said it was hot knowing how much of a slut i am if the hole is loose. but then the next day a guy says im tight as hell. who knows...