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I found the address easily enough then sat in my car feeling horrendously nervous, so nervous I was physically shaking with fear, apprehension and excitement. I had nearly turned the car round and headed home a few times but, I knew deep down this was what I wanted, needed and that it was my destiny. The instructions were simple. 'The party is for poz tops and neg bottoms. The purpose is to spread 'The gift' I trust that your status falls into one of these two groups. I also trust that no-one is taking prep or any other oral precaution. Furthermore, it goes without saying that condoms are strictly prohibited. Do not bring any valuables with you as there is no safe place to secure them. When you arrive at the apartment door it will be unlocked. Enter and make sure it's closed behind you. Remove all clothing and place in one of the bin bags. If your a poz top breeder take a red wrist band. If your neg for breeding take a green wrist band. Then enter through the inner door. Lastly, I hope you all have a very productive and enjoyable experience. I will be attending but incognito' So, I stood naked inside the front door wearing my green wrist band. I was still nervous but more excited than apprehensive now. My cock was dripping precum but still flaccid due to my nervousness and my hole felt sensitive and ready for what I expected to be subjected to. I was at the point of no return. I opened the inner door and entered. There was very little light inside the apartment but, I noticed my green wrist band was still just about visible. The windows must have been covered with something to block, as far as possible, the lights of the city. I could see people, or at least the shapes of people. I would say there were at least a dozen guys in the main room. I could make out a couple of guys on their knees sucking cock and a two guys on the floor. One kneeling and another behind with a red wrist band rimming his hole. I saw the one behind lift his head and insert a finger into his hole and quickly push it in and out a number of times before rimming him again. One of the guys who had been sucking cock stood and the other guy turned him around and began fingering his arse. It was then a tall man, well over 6ft approached me. He was wearing a green band and, now that my eyes were adjusting to the light, I could see disappointment in his eyes as he swa the band I was wearing. Even so, he cupped my balls in his hand and moved to kiss me. His mouth was soft and his lips wet. As we kissed the door from which I'd just entered opened. A tall skinny guy entered. His face was gaunt and his ribs were clearly visible through taught flesh. His cock was already hard, pointing out from his body and upward. He was wearing red. The guy I was with immediately lost interest in me, turning toward the new arrival who took the few steps between us. He looked at us and smilled "Ah, fresh meat" My companion reached forward and placed a hand around the newcomers hard pulsating member. At that exact moment I felt a hand cup my left arse cheek. I turned and saw an older black man. Probably in his late 50s with a grey goatee and shaven head. He was fairly well built too, a type I'd always found attractive. I turned and he took my left hand, showing green, in his right hand which had a red plastic band around its wrist. He pulled me close to him and I could feel his cock, hard, between us. "You come for some seed boy. Want to fornicate with a big fertile black man who will fertilise you, impregnate you. Is that what you want" My knees went week and blood rushed from my head to my hole and my cock. I actually felt faint and thought for a second I was unable.to stand. Luckily he was holding me tight. All I could do was nod and mumble "Yes" He kept hold of my hand and lead me to a small bedroom off to the side of the main room. There was a guy fucking another over the end of the bed. The guy being fucked was snivelling asking the top to stop as it was too painful. My guy pushed me down on my knees and offered his cock to my mouth which I greedily took inside. He was big, maybe 9 or 10 inches and thick. He tasted great. "I fucked another guy just now but didn't cum. You can taste his arse on my cock" It was a statement rather than a question. Whatever, I lived the taste and the smell. I looked up at his body and into his eyes. I thought, I want this guy to be the one who breeds me positive and to carry his seed. I cradled his his heavy balls as I sucked his member. By the weight they must be full of his poz sperm. As if he could read my thoughts he said "I haven't cum for five days so I have a big load and I'm going to fill your guts with it. Going to make you pregnant" With that he lifted me under my arms and pushed me back on the bed just as the guy on the end of the bed orgasmed into the other guys arse who was saying "oh god oh god you've really done it, oh god" My partner lifted my legs onto his shoulders and I could immediately feel the tip of his poz cock at the entrance to my neg hole. My hole seemed to realise what was about to happen and opened slightly to let him enter. Without any lubricant he pushed himself into me, past my sphincter and into my guts. It was painful. My body wasn't used to anyone with his girth. I feel his stretching my hole deep inside. I could envisage his cock tearing at the soft flesh, creating small fissures that would increase the liklihood of a successful insemination. He began to fuck faster now. He smelt wonderful. Testosterone sweat dripped off his head and body onto mine. Occasionally he would find my mouth with his and explore mine with his tongue. Suddenly he stopped and breathlessly to me to turn over. I did as I was told. Then as he pushed his cock hard inside me he grabbed both my wrists a pushed my arms up behind my back. "No escape now, daddies going to knock you up" His thrusts became even more intense. This was what I'd wanted, dreamed of fantasised about for years and it was finally happening. I was completely surrendering my body, my life to this man and his seed. He fucked me for at least another ten minutes, hard and fast. His cock like a giant piston at full RPM. Suddenly he said "I'm going to cum in you now, you ready for my load" "Yes please poz me, fuck me up, infect me" At that moment with one final thrust he ejaculated deep inside me. Rope after rope of his thick fertile poz seed was pumped into me. I can still remember exactly how it felt, that moment that changed my life.

Part 3 As the gates opened up we were all in awe at what we saw. Everything looked like a normal carnival with a sea of naked hot horny men walking around. My head was on a swivel looking at the hunk parade around me and all of them we hard as rocks with muscles and hardons for days as well. I didn't want to look like a deer in headlights so I started walking in one direction seeing where this path would take me. I walked for about five minuets and saw my first ride. It was one of the spinning rides I saw online so I decided to give it a shot. I got in line and it wasn't to long of a wait and I was next to get on. I chose a spot and saw just like the site showed me that there was a large dildo poking out. I grabbed it for a moment and could feel the veins along the shaft and it felt like a real cock the only thing I was curious about was the hole in the head of the dildo. The ride attendant walked up to each of the riders as they all found spots and started to lube up each dildo and I saw allot of the guys riding take them with ease and some of the others needing a bit of poppers to help them ease onto the large dildos. When the attendant got to me I asked about the hole in the dildos and they smiled at me and explained that for over a year cum is collected from many poz men that our host gathers and has each of them cum into a vat where it is all preserved to save for this event. Our host has hired the best and piggeset scientist to make sure the cum never spoils and the viral count of each load is enhanced as well since it doesn't live long outside of the body. So the dildos will be vibrating and thrusting constantly as the ride progresses and they will be letting out small amounts of the cum stored in each dildo capsual and at the end of the ride before the rider gets off the capsual of poz cum will be shot with great force to make it as deep as it can in the riders system. Hearing that made me rock hard and the ride attendant smiled and saw that there was some precum leaking from my cock head and he rubbed it with his thumb and inserted into his mouth winked at me and said enjoy the ride. I spread my ass apart and slid down on the dildo quite comfortably and strapped myself in. The same attendant walked around to do a check that everyone was strapped in safely and when he got to me he winked at me again and walked back to the control stand and picked up his mike. He said he hoped we would all enjoy the ride and if at any time while the dildos push enough for us to cum and or piss to give into and have a great ride. With that he pushed the start button and I could feel the dildo start to move with the ride. It started to go slow opening me up more and as the ride started to spin faster and faster the dildo sped up too just as fast. You could hear a mixture of happy screaming and loud moaning from each man on the ride. Just a moment later you could see smell and feel that someone or multiple someones started to piss them selves covering each man in warm piss. I had my mouth open and was able to catch a good amount of piss in there which in turn pushed me over the edge. My ass clamped down hard on the rides dildo as I could feel my balls rise up and my orgasm shot hard from the tip of my cock. I could see my cum as well as other globs of cum swirling around the ride before hitting the nearest guy. As I clamped down on the dildo I could feel the large thrust of the dildo and a gush of wetness and I knew the capsule of cum that the dildo had inside was broken and being shot inside of my body. The heat from the cum made me moan loudly as I could hear simular sounds from the other riders as well. The ride started to slow down and when it came to a complete stop we were all panting from the intense orgasms and the adult on our holes. The attendant walked to each of us un buckling our straps and helping some lift off the dildos. He smiled at me as he walked up to me and asked me if I enjoyed my first ride. I told him I loved every moment of it and I was excited to see what other rides and activities awaited me. He helped me off my dildo and it came out with a small pop. He smiled again and inserted two fingers into my hole. He fingered me for a few seconds and as he did I could feel his nails scratching my innards causing me to moan in both pain and pleasure. He removed his fingers and I could see some streaks of red mixed in wth the cum and he offered one of them to me and I latched onto his finger like a nursing cat as he sucked on the other. The taste was amazing the cum tasted so sweet as did my own blood mixed with it and in no time at all we had cleaned his digits. Once fully cleaned he smiled and swatted me on my ass and told me to go enjoy everything the carnival has in store for me. I smiled thanked him and went on my way to the exit of the ride so they could get it ready for the next group of riders.

Nicholas sat in his car a block from the trailer part working up his nerve. It was either this or marry that bitch Gwen and Gwen, who thought she had him by the balls, was thin and flat chested. She had a face that looked like she had been chasing parked cars and repeatedly smashed it into the bumper out of sheer stupidity. She had also flat out said she would do everything she could to make his life as miserable as possible just for the entertainment value of it. They had hated each other since childhood and it had only gotten worse when circumstances made it look like they would be forced to marry Nick had one alternative but only if he kept a secret only he knew. It all depended on the man he had finally tracked down to this trailer park. The mans name was Tex ***** Tex felt better today. He had been ill for two days with flu like symptoms “The Bug Flu probably” he thought “If so I’m already toxic to others” Tex was in his early 50s though you could not tell from his body or his face. Most people would guess 35 tops. His skin was the color of coffee with just enough cream in it thanks to his mother. She was an exotic Egyptian woman his Dad had met while in the army stationed in Europe Their marriage had not lasted, mostly ecause his mother had a very low tolerance for bullshit. She lived in Paris now and her current boyfriend was 15 years younger than Tex himself. Go mom He had gotten the blue eyes and straight black hair from his dad he also got his tall well muscled 6 foot frae and light body hair from the man. He had never seen his dad naked so he had no idea which side had granted him the ten inch, thick monster between his legs he jokingly called “Tex Junior” He was usually a total top but he had finally given in to his friend Zeke’s repeated requests to poz him. He knew Zeke from his earliest days in the bathhouse. You had met years ago on what had been the first visit there for both men. They had shared a couple bottoms that night and become friends whenever they saw each other on future visits. Every time they saw each other Zeke had said he would love to poz him “Not tonight my friend” Tex would laugh Tex had watched Zeke gradually develop that demon-like persona and had honestly worried about kos friends sanity until Tommy had come along and rescued him from his own darkness. Each time they met after that Zeke would tell him about his latest adventures with the beautiful young man Three weeks ago he and Zeke had been watching Zeke’s two life partners, Tommy and Red poz a couple twinks and it looked like so much fun. Tex had surprised himself by saying “You ready for that crack at my ass you been wanting for so long Zeke?” “Any time, any place Tex” Zeke said perking up *********************** “Finall-fucking-ly” Gabriel said from behind Tex’s eyes. Only one being on this planet could hear him “We have been pushing these two to fuck for years” Ezekiel agreed “This is going to be good" It was the first time they had ever gotten two of their major agents together this way in a century and they loved how it felt to have sex on both the higher and lower planes at the same time. They could only do that with major agents they had discover in the distant past Just like Ezekiel used Zeke to change people’s life paths Gabriel used Tex, Neither human knew how seemingly random things they had done had saved someone from a future of misery or even saved the world Gabriel and Zeke flowed into each other almost merging completely in their higher form of sex as their agents approached each other *********************** “What made you change your mind?” Zeke asked “It just seems like the right thing to do tonight, how do you want me?” Tex responded a bit nervously. Zeke was every bit as hung as he was Surprisingly Zeke leaned in to kiss him and they made out against the wall for a while. That caught people’s attention. Zeke never kissed anyone but his life partners in the bathhouse Tommy and Red just smiled and winked at each other. They knew Tex was special to Zeke Zeke broke off the kiss and finally answered “Your choice my friend. You are not just some random guy I am pozzing for the fun of it. You mean a lot to me” I think on my side on the couch here would be easiest” Indicating the throne like couch Zeke and his men reigned from “Go easy on my buddy I have not been fucked in years” Zeke lay down and stretched out holding his arms open as Tex joined him. They made out for a while longer then Tex said “I’m ready” and rolled over He grit his teeth as Zeke worked his way in as gently as he could. After a few moments Tex started to enjoy the feeling of fullness and even squeezed Zeke inside of him “It feels even better than I thought it would when you do that “Zeke groaned as he began sliding in and out Tex felt long thin fingers circle his nipples then gently pinch and groaned himself. His cock stuck straight out and it dripped precum onto the couch They didn’t last long, Soon Zeke’s breath came in ragged gasps as Tex ground back into him and as he felt Zeke’s toxic cum fill his insides his cock shot off sending cum spewing across the room Zeke rolled him back over and they made out again for a while. It had been incredible and special for both f them *********************** As the two humans came Gabriel and Ezekiel literally exploded as their higher orgasm blew them away from each other seconds before they merged completely/. The pieces of each of them flowed back together and they stood panting though they had no actual need to breathe They came back together and held each other floating in mid air kissing like humans That had been the ultimate expression of the love they had felt since the precursors of Man had evolved the ability to feel the emotion over a million years ago “Lets not wait another century to do that again” Gabriel said “Truly, though I don’t think we should ever get these two together again. They both have to much to do to get hung up on each other” “I know” Gabriel said then a possible future caught his attention “Hey look at this and especially look at HIM, He has all the prerequisites to be yonr of your major agents and he has almost as much potential as your Zeke does” “Yeah, I have lost a few major agents lately, They all pass eventually. If I take him on and we nudge here and here we should be able to…” Ezekiel said “He’s not going to like it at first but his other choices are much worse for him. It’s one of those “for his own good” situations” “We have never managed to get two of our major agents together like that but look what they can accomplish and think of all the times we can repeat today!” Gabriel said That decided Ezekiel, He leaped behind the eyes of the guy they were looking at and made the minor changes inside making him a major agent. He already had hundreds of thousands of them around the world and he could be in all of them at the same time with no problem The man’s name was Nicholas *********************** Nicholas still sat in his car. This was crazy! He couldn’t do this! For one thing he was straight! What id Tex wanted to… and he would have to,,, in a very real way he would be putting himself ay Tex’s mercy if he did this. And then there was that final secret. The other option was Gwen though, At least there was a chance Tex was a good person That decided him He got out of the car and knocked on the trailer door and knocked ***** Tex had showered and made breakfast. He planned to walk the three blocks to the park and cruise a bit. He was horny after two days being sick and not getting off He slipped into his walking shorts s which kept him from getting arrested but did very little else, they were so tight, when he heard a knock on his door The man standing outside looked like he was in his mid to late 20s, He had green eyes, reddish brown hair in tight curls that suggested a mixed heritage despite his pale creamy skin. He was about five foot seven, stocky and fit. To put it succinctly he was the type of man Tex liked from his head to his toes He looked familiar. “I must have hooked up with him before” Tex thought and he unconsciously ran a hand over his bulge adjusting himself The man blanched then swallowed and said “Tex?” “Yeah, when did we hook up and remind me what your name is gorgeous. I’m glad you came back for more” Tex said and this time the grope was deliberate “Umm we have never hooked up since I have not seen you since I was about 8. I’m Sarah Peter's boy, Nicholas” Nick said Tex stopped rubbing his bulge and said “That would be the reason you look familiar. You look just like her on the face. You may as well come on in I’m sure you came here for a reason” he stepped back and let Nick pass “I think you were about 8 the last time I visited home. How is Sarah?” “She died in a car crash last year along with my dad” Nick said “I’m truly sorry to hear that” Tex said simply “So what can I do for you?” Tex said as they sat in the living room. He never would have guessed the answer to that question in a million years “You can marry me and come live with me” Nick said and he sounded serious “Ummmm, what?” Tex stammered “You can marry me and come live with me” Nick said again “Look, let me explain. First of all Your father was an asshole. No offense but he was” “No argument there” Tex agreed :He harassed my mother till the day he died but she never gave him the time of day. His house was next door to us” Nick said “I know, I spent my teen years there. It’s how I know your mom” Tex said “He used to watch her by the pool out his window and I swear he was masturbating. He always told me I should have been his son. Talk about creeping a kid out… just ewwww." Nick shuddered "Anyway since he could not have my mom he decided to ruin my life. In his will he left me everything but only if I marry someone descended from him by my 30the birthday. That's three months from now. I have to stay married to that person for 15 years. If they divorce me it’s all off. He made the will before gay marriage and so he thought my only choice would be your niece Gwen” “She is a little bitch isn’t she? Just like her mom” Tex said “So this is all about money? Are you really that hard up?” “Hardly” Nick said dryly “I started a company with some friends pf mine in by first year in college. It uses your genetics to tell you your ancestry, You have probably heard of it, I am a millionaire many times over” Nick said “Then why?” Tex asked “It’s what happens to all that money if I don't, Your dad was very well off, Probably one of the richest men in the country, All that stock he bought in that fruity computer company and other investments. Anyway if the money does not go t me and the person I marry it will get rolled into a political action pact and will only support the most rabid right wing politicians who want to set our country back socially 60 years, It will literally be used to push for every form of discrimination possible on the local, state and federal levels, Like I said your dad was an asshole” Nick said in disgust “I am totally straight but you are my only choice other than Gwen and she will delight in making me wish I had never been born for the next 15 years. She has flat out said so. I'm also sure she would divorce me at 14 years 11 months out of spite. On the bright side if I don’t marry her she will probably end up scrubbing toilets” Nick said smiling faintly at that thought “So, a gorgeous straight boy walks into my house and asks me to marry him. He has to do what I tell him if I do because if not I can just divorce him and wreck the country. Is that pretty much it? Tex asked Nick nodded Tex thought about it and found he had strong feelings about marriage, “This is important to me, Marriage I mean though I never met anyone I wanted to marry. I won’t marry someone I don’t think I can love and there needs to be at least a possibility that they love me back. If I marry someone we are going to sleep in the same bed every night and I’m going to fuck them probably every night. I might have HIV due to recent events. There is a pretty damn strong chance of it, I don’t bottom, I don’t play safe and I will never pull out so anyone in that situation will get infected most likely. If you can live with all that I am willing to try” Nick swallowed. He hadn’t counted on the HIV thing but even that was better than Gwen. “I will do my best to satisfy you and there is a possibility I could grow to love you. Love is not dependent on sexuality though it helps, I would ask that you be patient with me, I am a virgin when it comes to sex with a man. Oh and I have been told I snore” Nick said Then come sit on my lap and let me see how you kiss boy” Tex said Nick sighed and did what he was told kissing Tez was not that bad actually and he had done everything he could to avoid it Though it was slightly unethical he had even checked the genetic database his company had amassed looking for unknown love child of Tex’s Dad, He used Gwen/s DNA to run the search. She had used his company He had found one match but it was impossible to marry that person He had known since he had founded the company that the man he thought of as his dad was not his actual dad, He was from pure European stock, There was way to much north eastern African in his genetic makeup that didn’t come from his pure European mother either Nick was kissing his own father right now and no one could ever know *************************************************************************************** This has been bouncing around in my head for a while. Let me know what you think! Scanbu

My boy and I were finally getting back into shape. We were spending an hour at the gym together nearly every day. We ran to the gym every day, and walked home. My boy was always horned up after a workout. We had been known to put on a bit of a show in the lockerroom showers on occasion after working up a sweat. I’m sure one or two guys stuck around when they saw us finishing up to watch our escapades. One day last week, we were fooling around in the showers when we saw a guy across the stalls from us. We’d never seen him before, and he made quite an impression. Over 6’-0” tall with a buzz cut and stubble, bulging wide shoulders and furry chest. As my boy knelt down to blow me, I watched as he started fisting his big cock. I maintained eye contact with him as my boy gobbled my dick. When he had me close, I pulled my boy up and swiveled him around so he could see our new friend. I knelt down and swallowed my boy’s cock. Our new friend blew his load as my boy came in my mouth. We winked at each other as we rinsed off and headed back to the lockers to get dressed. My boy was clearly flirting with this guy as we all got dressed and introduced ourselves. The guy told us his name was Dave, and shook hands with us. We all headed out together and walked in the same direction. Along the way, he asked if we wanted to stop for a beer, so we did. Three or four beers later, my boy and I were lit, but Dave didn’t seem to be feeling a thing. He was getting touchy-feely with us both, and I’m pretty sure he managed to slip his hand down the back of my boy’s shorts at least twice. Small talk led to racy sex talk, and he asked if he could come home with us and fool around. My boy looked at me with puppy dog eyes, silently pleading to let us keep him. It wasn’t difficult for me to agree, and we were on our way. The flirting continued as we approached our building. Once in our elevator, Dave grabbed my boy by the ass and lifted him off the floor as he hardcore shoved his tongue in his mouth. My boy was putty and melted into him. I let Dave carry by boy down the hallway as I unlocked our apartment door and led them in. My boy was in heat as he stripped Dave’s clothes off, and knelt before him, taking his thick cock deep down his throat. “You boys play raw,” he asked me as my boy gobbled his dick. “We do,” I replied as I stripped my own clothes off. I was honest. My boy and I did play raw, together, but we hadn’t screwed around with someone else in quite some time, and when we had, we had played safe. “Where’s the bedroom?,” he asked, as he stood my boy up and scooped him into his arms. My boy was making out with Dave as I led them to the bedroom. Once there, my boy bent over the edge of the mattress, arching his back and sticking his ass out. Dave started munching his hole as I dove into the bedside table looking for lube and condoms. I knew this guy was going to fuck one or both of us. I found some lube, even though my boy and I usually just used spit, but couldn’t find any condoms; after all, it had been a while since we needed them. When my boy yelped, I knew I hadn’t been fast enough. Dave reared back and had shoved his raw cock into my boy’s ass. I gasped with surprise as Dave looked as me and smirked. “What? You said you played raw.” He was right, but I hadn’t meant that we played raw with strangers. My boy moaned with pleasure as he felt Dave’s hairy balls press against his ass, filling him full of raw thick dick. “Don’t make him stop fucking me! It feels SO good to have a big dick in me!” My boy was right; Dave must have been at least two inches longer than me, and much thicker. He kept moaning and whimpering as Dave jackhammered his pussy. Dave motioned to me to shut my boy up, so I got onto the mattress and stuck my dick in his mouth. Just as my boy gagged on my dick, Dave slowed his pistoning and jammed balls deep. I figured it was to let my boy get used to blowing while getting fucked. I realized later that he was breeding my boy. As I held my boy’s head and skull-fucked his mouth, Dave pulled out of his ass. “You want some of this raw dick, boy?” I shuddered when he called me boy. I couldn’t help but pull out of my boy’s mouth and assume the position. Dave had two fingers shoved in my boy’s well-fucked ass as he guided his dick into mine. Nothing to lube me up, just my boy’s ass juices, and what I later realized was Dave’s seed. Dave shoved his cock all the way into me as my boy started kissing me. He was still whimpering from the deep fingering he was taking. I groaned as Dave bottomed out and began to tear up my hole. “This boy is loose, can barely feel a thing” Dave chuckled. I knew I wasn’t that loose, especially taking his thick tool, but he took his sticky fingers out of my boy’s hole and wedged them into mine, alongside his meat. My boy climbed up on the bed and shoved his ass against my mouth. I lapped up a sticky mess leaking out of his ass, and realized that they hadn’t used lube. The taste was intoxicating as I swallowed it down. Dave picked up his fuck-pace and then held tight against me. I felt so opened up as he moved his fingers around his dick inside my hole. “You want a go now,” Dave asked my boy. He squealed with delight as Dave tossed me onto the bed on my side. My boy lay down beside me and slid into my slackened hole. He began to fuck me, and I could tell how much Dave’s dick and fingers had loosened me up. As he found his pace, Dave slid into him again and the three of us rocked back and forth. Dave talked dirty, muttering about what cumsluts we both were and how we deserved whatever came our way. The dirty talk was sending my boy over the moon and he bred me as deeply as he ever had. When he was done, I wiggled away from them and squatted over my boy’s mouth. He ate his seed, and what we later learned was Dave’s, from my ass. Dave made no pretense this time, and wailed, “I’m gonna breed you, cumdump! Gonna fill you with my load!” He fired off as he shuddered at least six times, seeding my boy’s bare hole. He pulled out and had my boy sit on my face. I lapped that cum up and knew it tasted the same as the last time I had lapped my boy’s hole. I was still busy eating my boy’s hole when Dave got off the bed and left the room. We caught our breath and made it back to the living room just as Dave was finishing pulling on his clothes. My boy was in lust with this guy and pleaded, “Will we see you again?” Dave snickered and reached for his wallet. He pulled out a black business card with red writing on it. “You want me, my dick, and my loads again, you know where to find me.” He flicked the card at my boy and left. We read it together. “POZ PIGS FOR POZ PLAY. EVERY FRIDAY. MIDNIGHT UNTIL SUNRISE” followed by and address and a phone number. I was shocked as I realized that Dave was POZ and had seeded us both. My boy on the other hand ran down the hallway after Dave shouting, “But we can’t go. We’re both NEG!” My boy caught up with Dave as the elevator door opened. I heard Dave reply as they stepped in the elevator, “You USED to be NEG…” My boy got in the elevator with him, half-naked and the door closed behind them. I stood still for what seemed like minutes, and collected my thoughts. Then, I wondered where my boy had gone. Nearly twenty minutes later he returned. I asked him where he had gone. “Dave was still horny. He pushed the emergency button and bred me again in the elevator. Want to eat his POZ seed out of me again?” I laid down on the floor as my boy squatted over my face and pushed out Dave’s most-recent load. I guess I knew where we would be headed on Friday nights from now on…

That's what my partner answered when I asked him Friday night what he has planned. of course he can't lie and I saw the grin on his face. Fast forward 6 hours later: - 13 men showed up - About 40 loads taken After that answer I went upstairs to get myself ready, both inside and out 😉 Then I went downstairs naked, saw my partner sitting on the couch, wearing just his underwear and I straddled him, making out feeling his 11" monster getting hard and I just pulled it out of the underwear, wet it with some spit and guided it to my hole, slowly sitting on it till he was balls deep. I told him I need him to inspect my hole and make sure it is ready and lubed with his cum. I just started riding him like my life depended on it till soon after I was rewarded with his well known big loads deep inside my pussy, but I kept riding his pole for a bit making sure his cum was covering everything before I pulled myself off and cleaned his cock with my mouth. Then, he told me it's almost time so I went downstairs to our play room, dimmed the lights and prepped myself on the fuck bench and waited, ass up full of cum and mouth ready for anything. soon after I heard some noises upstairs and then they started coming down, I couldn't see who at first since the bench is located in a way that my ass is facing the door but then I felt hands touching me, commenting on what a beautiful slut I am, how they are going to fuck me up and use my hole as they please before the get to breed it. BINGO! That's when it started, I was almost had a cock pushing in my pussy and someone else giving me their cocks to suck. I was spit roasted like that for a long time, one cock in plowing my ass till they cum, then move to my mouth to clean while another pushes in. I recognized them as they are part of our close group we play with but there was someone in particular that surprised me, it was the 19yr that we started playing with and he was a natural in the situation. I love the dynamic that was formed and the energy as they assume the role of alpha tops, there to use me as their bitch to use and breed! After they were all done unloading for the first round I was moved to the mattress to a round of some double penetration session. By now it's almost like a must in these sessions and I just love this feeling, having multiple cocks plowing me at the same time! They all used me in every possible combinations, bred me multiple times and I cleaned all their cock after, including a few that had to drain their bladder, directly in my mouth. Oink. Before finishing up, I wanted to finish on the sling and have each of them load me up one more time, by now my hole was a sloppy mess, cum frothing everywhere and I just love it! When each of them cummed in me they shoved it in my mouth to clean, then kissed me before telling me what a good slut I am and thanking me. It is such a powerful feeling knowing all these men took pleasure using me! They all finished and left, except for the boy that stayed in with my partner, lifted me off the sling and we all shared a deep kiss as they fingered my messy hole and then plugged it, before we went to the shower in the playroom, I got to my knees, as both of them drenched me in piss before my partner pulled me up, unplugged my hole and all the cum started running down my leg. Without even saying a world we shared a very intimate moment as we showered and they both dried me very gently, before going upstairs to the bedroom, getting in bed I was placed between them and I was drifting to sleep, feeling spent, very satisfied and completed in the situation. We shared some more fun together in the morning but that's for another time. more to cum 💦

Quick pic before i shave my dick again

Aside from the awesome supply of Chemsex fiction on here, some members write about actual experiences - a few in the "sex with enhancements" category, and some (like me) in their personal blogs on this site. Guys seem to really go for my real life partying experiences and I'm very proud that my blog is ranked first place overall for 'Blog Entries' in the "all time" slot (meaning the life of this site from 2014 until now). You mighT enjoy them too: Versmetropig's real life pnp experiences. Another member with great real life enhanced experiences in his blog is @hungrypigholehis blog here is: Hungrypighole's blog. Have fun! You too @BBLOADS, welcome aboard!

I've been doing it for many many years. Sometimes, it's amazingly gratifying. Others, it's a bust. Depends on a lot of things, the vibe, the tops, my head space, the hotel, security hassles. etc. I WILL say, when it's good, it is AMAZING! I LOVE anonymous (blindfold/gloryhole) scenes, but have also done ass up pump and dumps, gangbangs, all out orgies, only bottom, multiple bottom... It works best when someone works the door for ybou and you don't have to worry about being robbed. :-) First time, I was whored out by a fuck bud. We'd been fucking for about a year and he'd always said he wanted to share my hole with other tops. I finally told him that I was ready to be whored out. He booked a sleazy motel, I got ready, stripped naked, pre-lubed my hole and laid on the bed. He gave me a blindfold and I slipped it on. He'd arranged a dozen tops to come over and breed me. He watched them all and whispered in my ear how big their cocks were or fed me his dick. I didn't see any of them and I was SO turned on! I took every cock and every load. He fingered my cummy ass in between making my hole gape wider and wider. Then, after my hole was wrecked and oozing cum, he ate my ass and fucked his own load in to me. We'd do that scene a hundred times afterwards. Each time It would end with him breeding me or breaking out bigger and bigger dildos and I'd fall asleep with his cum leaking out of me. Yes, it is addictive! Yes, I want it all the time!

Got warm here in central Arkansas. Put m’y kilt on and headed to one of the cruising spots. Remembered to pre lube this time. Headed down trail till I got to freeway underpass. Put a blindfold on and bent over barricade. Felt like forever when infeltmhand on my leg sliding up till he could tell I didn't have anything in under. A finger slid into my hole, a thumb I think. The back of the kilt was flipped up and my cheeks were spread. I could tell h3 was behind me and the head of his cock pressed against my hole and he pushed in hard. Damn did it burn. He stayed there for ams3c or two then started stroking hard. I then realized there were hands holding my cheeks apart. There were at least 2. The 1st guy just kept up, steadynha4d pound for about a minute then pushed in deep and I could feel him pulse in me. He slowly pulled out and Imcould feel shuffle behind me. A hand grabbed my head and the c0ck that had just fucked me was pushed into my mouth. As I gagged on it, another hard-on was pushed into my ass. pretty sloppy. Then2ne guybvarries his speed and depth till he blew his load. He pulled out and let the kilt fall back. I waited for a bit then pull3e the blindfold off. There were 5-6 guys standing back whacking off. As I stood the cum leaking down my leg. As I headed back to car I was glad I had put a towel down on the seat.

"Yes please, Sir." I answered into his shoulder. "You want another toxic load, boy?" He pushed. "Yes, Sir. I want another toxic load." I felt hands push my shoulders up, where my body came back to me. I started riding slowly, enjoying the wetness around my gifter's shaft. Grunts and moans from the man beneath me, as I got more energetic with my efforts. I picked up the small brown bottle again, but before I could uncap it I was flipped over in one, smooth motion. I had let out a small yelp, not expecting the manhandling I had been the vitctim of and was answered with a silent smile. His bearded mouth spat forcefully into my face, covering me. My eyes flickered shut, before I opened my mouth wide. Another string of saliva was dropped onto my tongue and I was told to hold it there. I kept my tongue extended, as I revelled in the sensation of my gifter's spit roll down to the back of my throat. "Swallow," he told me. I did, my dick pulsing in unison. "Come and suck my dick," he said to me, pulling his dick out of me and stepping back. I followed his body, rolling my self off the bed and onto my knees in front of him. I lifted my hand to his balls to hold him still while I worked, being rewarded with the smell of his sweat. Before I put my mouth over his fat dick, I moved my nose to the space between his balls and his thigh, inhaling as if I were sniffing on the popper bottle. He smelled amazing, perfect even. This was the smell of a man who had worked all day and hadn't showered since the night before. My dick pulsed again, straining against my jockstrap pouch. I sniffed again and again, before I was told to stop. "I said suck my dick, not smell my balls, boy." He grabbed my hair and pulled my head back, looking me in the eye. "Good to know you love my man smells, though. You can enjoy yourself later. Now, suck my dick!" He had issued an order and guided my face to the tip of his shining dick, allowing no deviance from his instructions. I covered my teeth with my lips and opened my mouth as wide as I could, taking his cock as deep as I could. I relaxed around him, my hands on his firm, round buttocks as I tasted myself and the stranger's cum. We moaned in pleasure together, revelling in filth. "Such a pig," he said. "You fucking love it, don't you?" "Mmhm," I murmured back to him. "You're a nasty little bug hole, can't get enough, can you? Bug pig!" He claimed, pulling my head backwards by my hair again. He spat in my face again. My dick pulsed. "Get back on the bed. On your back." As I stood, his hands grabbed my face and pulled me to his own. I was kissed, deeply and passionately. I kissed back with the same fervour, enjoying the intimacy and wrapping my arms around his defined torso. "On the bed!" He almost yelled at me, breaking the kiss and pushing me backwards. I almost fell on the bed, lifting myself up and little and grabbing the back of my knees to expose my hole for him. "Good boy," he said. The gifter dropped down to one knee and buried his face between my cheeks and started lapping at my loose hole. "Oh fuck, Sir. Ugh, you make me feel so good." I whined. My hands fell to the back of his head without me realising what I'd done. He continued to work his tongue on and in my hole for a couple of minutes, before opening his mouth wide and sucking hard on my hole. I felt my ring pulse outwards and into his opened mouth. I also felt something escape my hole without my permission. He broke contact, ignoring my hands and standing up. He leaned over me and initiated another kiss, this time he released cum into my mouth, kissing me sloppily. While we were sharing cum from my hole, I could feel him lining his dick up to my hole and pushing in. I moaned into his mouth, my arms around his neck as he began moving his hips back and forth. He broke the kiss, two strings keeping us connected as he leaned back to gain more leverage for his thrusts. "You're a dirty pigboy. Tell me you want my load," he said. "I want your load, Sir. I want your bugged up cock." I told him. "Fuck yeah you do. Only bug chasers come back a second time. Tell me you're a bug chaser. I want to hear you say it." I admitted it out loud. "I'm a bug chaser. I'm chasing your STDs, Sir. I want HIV. Infect me, convert me." "Fuck. Fuck, boy." He stretched out each word, just as he was stretching out my hole. "I'm gonna get you, you nasty little bitch. I'm gonna poz you up." As we got verbal with each other, he slipped two fingers alongside his dick, eliciting a deeper moan from me. He pulled out within seconds, lifting his cum laden fingers to my mouth. "Taste them, boy. Enjoy toxic cum." I obliged, opening wide and sucking his fingers dry before swallowing what he had fed me. "Please poz me, Sir. I need it. I can't think of anything else. I want your toxic load, Sir. Knock me up. Please?" I begged him as he fucked me. "Huff some poppers, boy. I want you loose. You feel so good right now. Looser than last time, you're amazing. Your cunt's so talented, boy. Loosen up like I'm fisting you." He said. I unscrewed the lid from the bottle I was still holding and started to inhale. "One. Hold," he commanded, taking control. "Release. Two. Deeper. Hold. Two, three, four, five. Release. Deeper this time, three. Hold, two, three, four, five, six, seven, keep going boy, nine, ten, release! Good boy! Good boy," he praised me, as I panted in fresh air. "Relax that cunt, you're getting bred." I had been concentrating on my hole the entire time he was directing my poppers use, but now I dropped my head back onto the bed, let my calves fall onto his shoulders and left my hands gently on his neck. I let my hole relax completely, enjoying the noise we were making together. I moaned in ecstasy, enjoying the man giving me everything he had. His muscles were tense, working hard and his skin was dripping sweat onto me. I moved my hands over him, feeling his slicked down body hair and encouraging his efforts. I decided to encourage him verbally, too. "Fuck me, Sir. Breed me. Tell me when you're coming. Don't pull out. I want that poz load, Sir. I want it balls deep. Give me that toxic cum. Convert me. Make me yours. Make me your boy. Infect me. Give me that HIV, Sir. Give it to me. I need it. Give it to me, Sir! Knock me up" I begged him, over and over. I said everything I could imagine to egg him on. He didn't take much longer, once I'd started the poz verbal. I almost matched up to the porn in the background. "Ugh, unh. Huhh, fuck boy. You're making me cum. You're gonna get it. Take my toxic load, boy. Get pozzed you pig chaser," he grunted as his thrusting faltered, stopped and then continued slowly. "I'm gonna convert you, boy. You're my chaser," he said as he collapsed onto me. I wrapped my arms and legs around his sweaty body, reaching a hand up to stroke the back of his head. "I'm your chaser, Sir. My cunt is yours," I promised. "I don't want you taking any other loads, until we know you're poz. Are you okay with that?" He asked me. "Yes Sir, I'm okay with that." I answered. "Will you be arranging another surprise for me?" "No. That was a one off. He wanted to join in, have his chance. He took a while to poz me, so I doubt he's gonna get you from that one fuck. You didn't bleed from the double fuck we gave you. You're all mine." I could hear the grin in his voice as he said the last sentence. We lay for a few minutes, his weight on top of me as we came down from our high. His dick started to soften and slowly drew back from my hole, before he pulled back and stood up. "Clean my dick, pig," he said. I immediately rolled from my position and onto my knees, to dutifully clean my top, in thanks for his load inside me. "Did you bring lube?" He asked. I stopped my service and looked up at him. "I left it in the car, Sir! I need to go get it!" I half shouted. "Too late for that, boy. On the bed, on your knees. I'm gonna work those loads in again. Relax," he issued his instructions one by one. As I followed them, I heard him spitting on his hands.

Red had a problem. You would think a young man who’s life was as perfect as Red considered his to be, with two wonderful, virile life partners would get enough sex. The three of them had sex at least once a day and often more than that. But Red could fuck five times a day and still be horny. He loved the times his cousin Mike came to visit the estate during the summer and on holidays. He brought his husband Jeff and their entire chosen family, Red could always find a willing ass at those times. It didn't help that both Jason and Alex along with their husbands were often out of town or that Lars and Kevin were trying the monogamy thing as were Dale and Alan, Theo needed to be restrained and that equipment was at the estate. Red's options for keeping it in the family were pretty much cut off. He discussed it with Tommy and Zeke who found his problem amusing and as endearing as everything else about him, his men accepted his heightened libido even as they enjoyed it's benefits. “It’s another reason we love you along with all the others” Zeke said. “That and you do don’t mind doing the dishes” Tommy joked “Just for that I’m going to require payment in blow jobs to wash them from now on” Red shot back “That would solve two problems at once” Zeke said and they all laughed There was an unspoken rule that they only performed oral sex on or bottomed for each other, blood relations or close chosen family members. Never a stranger. It was important to them all though if asked they could not give you a coherent reason why “Speaking of blowjobs” Tommy said, and he got on his knees, unzipped both their flies and proceed to show both his men some oral loving This was becoming a favorite for Tommy. He could keep both of them on the edge for as long as he wanted. Despite the difference in skin tone almost everything else about the two brother’s cocks was identical. They even had the same veins in the same places and reacted to the same pleasure points being manipulated Tommy was so skilled by now that he could deep throat them without a hint of a gag as his lips sealed and created suction, He brought both of his men off swallowing their seed greedily The both of them picked Tommy up, one on each arm and tossed him onto the bed. They got him on his hands and knees, Zeke under him in a 69 sucking him with every bit as much skull as Tommy had shown and Tommy returned the favor while Red fucked him Zeke watched his brother's huge balls swing as he sucked. He loved the ginger hairs on and around them, Red had very little body hair. Just a light dusting under the arms, his pubes and a few delightful trays on his balls and around his hole,. So different from the fuzz that covered Tommy’s lower body. Zeke never tried to pick a favorite between their bodies he just loved them both Tommy was in heaven as his mouth, cock and ass were all in action. His love for his men just multiplied the pleasure. Soon they all came hard shouting loads then collapsing into a pile of arms, legs and kisses The next week was spring break and the three of them were at the Barrows estate. Red had visited his mom the day before and they had gone through old photos of his dad. He had been about ten years older than his mom and always had that goofy smile and usually wore his favorite t-shirt with some anime character on it. It was a good visit and they laughed a lot over fond memories Today Zeke’s parents were visiting and Red made himself scarce. He avoided Zeke’s mom, his biological mother. He was not ready to meet the woman who had given birth to him on those terms and doubted he ever would be. By tactic agreement they didn’t speak beyond “Hello” at family functions the both attended. Zeke said his mother felt much the same way so it didn’t cause hurt feelings Red was meeting a man he had chatted with on a hook up app and then on the phone. The app catered to larger men and their admirers. The man loved to be fucked but his main thing was giving and resaving blowjobs. There was an understanding that Red was not into giving oral sex though The thing that had originally caught Red’s eye was the tag “tested neg but poz friendly” on his profile Red arrived at the man’s house after a half hour drive to the next town north. He pretended not to notice the security guard trailing him in a black car, The man, his name was Colton, Cole for short, answered the door admitting Red. He was only about five foot seven and weighed about 230 pounds, he was the exact size Red liked his chubby boys and men. He was 29 with gray eyes and black hair. Like Red he was almost totally smooth. His cock was a very cute six inches, thick as Red’s wrist They went in the bedroom and lay on the bed kissing for a while as Red's hands greedily roamed all that skin. then Cole showed that he just might be as good at Tommy at sucking cock. If it had not been for that unspoken rule Red would would have happily returned the favor. That was unusual for Red as he usually had an actual aversion to sucking a strange man’s cock but as soon as Cole had opened the door Red had liked him far more than most first time hookups. He was more comfortable with this man for some reason Red pulled, him up and kissed him .his hands exploring more soft flesh before saying “I want to breed that pretty ass of yours but you know what that means. I’m poz, toxic and I won’t wear a condom or pull out” Cole nodded and said “I couldn’t get it from a more handsome man”. With that he got on his hands and knees presenting his ass Red mounted quickly and took his time sliding in when Cole gave little gasps of pain, Eventually though he slid in and out of that wide, round ass groaning as it gripped him so tightly. He bent over Cole’s back and reached around to play with that belly and chest and stroke his cock, whispering how hot Cole was and how much he wanted to poz him in his ear before blowing his charged load in that willing neg hole, making the chubby man shoot off in his hand They made out for a while then dressed and went out into the living room. Cole’s phone rang and he said “It’s my mom, I have to take this” Red nodded and waiting, wanting to say goodbye and discuss future hookups. He bruised a shelf as he wandered and a double framed picture fell on it’s face Embarrass Red righted the picture and froze One side showed a chubby little boy holding a man who was obviously his dad from the similar facial structure’s hand. The man had a goofy smile and was wearing t-shirt with a familiar anime character on it The other side was just as startling. It was a child's drawing of a pair of angel wings and a halo and Red had seen it before His reaction was immediate. FEAR! DANGER! PANIC! GET OUT! “I have to go” he almost shouted and ran out the door and to his car As he slammed the door and locked it his phone rang. It was Tommy and he could hear Zeke’s panicked voice in the background “Is he ok?” before he or Tommy could say a word. Red caught his breathe then said “I’m fine, I’m fine!” He heard a tap on his driver side window and gave his security guard a thumbs up. The man retreated but didn’t get back in his car “What the hell happened?” Tommy demanded in the most strident voice Red had ever heard from him “We could feel your fear and panic! We thought someone was hurting you!” Red told them what he had seen so unexpectedly. He was still shaking “Have Security drive you home, We will send someone for his car” Zeke ordered briskly “If what I am feeling from you is anything close to what you are actually feeling you shouldn’t drive” Zeke and Tommy were waiting for him as the car pulled up and took him in a crushing hug when they got to them “You know, I probably over reacted but that combination was like a one, two punch. I could not help myself” Red said “I would have freaked just as much” Tommy said and they went inside Theo was waiting for them. He had come with them and this week was a semi vacation for him I ran searches on this Cole and on your dad Red. Did you know your mom was his second wife? He divorced his first wife when Cole was seven. It looks like you have another half brother” “And just like Zeke did me, I pozzed him before I knew who he really was. I guess it’s a family tradition” Red said trying to joke but falling flat “There is no indication Cole knows who you are but he might, Who contacted who first?” Theo asked “I contacted him. It actually took me a while to convince him that a “guy like me” found him so very cute, Guys like him ad often mistreated in gay society” Red said Theo nodded “I think you need to talk to him and find out what he knows, under controlled circumstances” he said The Steakhouse in town?” Zeke asked “It’s easy to guard and we can out out men at the other tables” Theo nodded “Good choice” Red took out his phone and called Cole. He answered almost immediately “Red! You rushed out do quickly! I thought I had done something wrong,” he sounded a little hurt “No, not at all, something just came up. I definitely want to see you again, In fact my two life partners, I told you about them, want to meet you. I don’t suppose you could meet us tonight?” “Sure! I got no plans! Text me the location and I will be there!” Cole said He sounded so happy Red almost felt bad They swung by Red’s mom’s house. She knew about the first marriage but not about Cole’ The news shocked her “You going to have sleep with this brother too?” She joked a bit tactlessly because she was so surprised “I already have, this afternoon before I found all this out” Red said and she just rolled her eyes Red got what he needed and they headed to the steakhouse Cole came in a few minutes later Red made the introductions and they all sat “Cole, I saw a couple pictures in your house” Red started “Where did that Angel design come from? It seemed familiar” “I drew that when I was in the first grade for my dad, If you have been out west you have probably seen it on signs, My mom used it as the logo for her company “Angel Research and Diagnostic” They have locations where people go to have tests done all up and down the west coast. They will be expanding out here next year! Mom is doing so well!” He said enthusiastically Zeke and Tommy smiled, Neither really felt a connection to Cole beyond him being likable and cute as a bug…. ummm … ermmm… cute as a button, but his happy chatter set them at ease “That must be it” Red said looking at them Then he took a picture out of his pocket and slid it across the table It was of a little ginger boy holding his Dad’ hand, His Dad had the same smile and shirt and the pose was exactly the same as the picture he had seen earlier “Cole” Red said gently “This is a picture of me and my Dad” Cole’s eyes went wide “I think” Red said then swallowed “Cole I think we are brothers” There was no way on earth Cole could have faked his reaction. No one was that good an actor His face showed confusion, wonder, hurt, joy, pain and finally acceptance and a sad love all in the space of about ten seconds “You didn’t know” Red said and felt a huge relief as he let go of his feeling and allowed himself to love this new brother right back. This was nothing like what he felt for Zeke or Tommy but it was still love “No” Cole said “I never saw my dad again after the divorce. I don’t know why but mom said he never missed a child support payment and I got cards and letters from him sometimes”. There were tears in his eyes that suddenly went wide again and he covered his mouth “Oh My God! We…. Your my brother and we…” He gasped then more sadly “and we can’t ever again… because we are brothers” “Like that has ever stopped him… well it didn’t for more than a couple days” Zeke snorted “What? I don’t understand” Cole said Tommy took pity on him and explained Red and Zeke’s relationship as Cole’s haw dropped “You mean?” he asked “Yes, I am apparently a habitual brother lover” Red laughed squeezing Cole’s hand “I would love to spend time with you that way and to get to know you as my brother too, if you want” “As long as e don't tell my mom. She does not even know I am gay and I’m sure she does not know about you” Cole said There was an open innocence about him. He was very intelligent but he didn’t seem to have a filter. He thought it, he said it, Red thought it was adorable Over the next few months Red and Cole got to know each other, Cole moved to the city to see more of Red and finish his last year of medical school at a better university The monogamy thing had not worked out for Lars and Kevin. Keven had been the one to push for it so naturally he was the one who cheated. They had managed to part friends and once they officially broke up and Kevin moved down south to take care of his mother Red started plotting how to get his brother and his doctor together While all this was going on Zeke, Theo and Sal all looked into Angel Research and Diagnostics but nothing unusual came up. They seemed to be exactly what they claimed. It was a dead end as fas as they could tell ********************************************************************************** The mystery continues… I hope you don't mind that I try to include all body types in my stories. Not everyone is a muscle god or a twink Let me know what you think! Scambu

Any idea what happened to Tommy Haine? Aside from a few TIM videos, he basically vanished.

It was a typical summer night. Three of of my buddies, Trent, Dave and Joey and I were out raising hell and causing trouble. It was a very warm night and we decided to hop a back yard fence and use the pool for some skinny dipping. We figured, given the late hour, we could get in and out without being noticed. In the dark we all stripped of our clothing and shoes and we quietly slipped into the pool for some skinny dipping. We were swimming around for a few minutes when I dove under the water to cool of my head. When I came up my buddies were jumping out of the water, grabbing their clothes and jumping back over the fence. I was slow to react since I was in the middle of the pool, with no clue as to what was going on. When I realized that the guy who lived there was on the back deck it was impossible for me to escape. “YOU THERE IN THE POOL. COME HERE!” I was busted. I got out, still naked and dripping wet. I figured I’d get a stern talking too and be on my way. Boy was I wrong. “Get your skinny ass in the house boy!” “Can I grab my clothes, Sir?” “No ya can’t. Now move it!” I walked my naked 5’8”, thin, 18 year old body through the back patio door with the large man of over 6’ who probably out-weighed me by a good 100 pounds. He followed me in and shut the patio door after he walked through the door. “What the fuck do ya think you were doing in my pool boy? Didn’t ya see the ‘NO TRESPASSING' signs posted?” I was able to honestly answer him, “No sir, I didn't see any signs. We were just very hot and thought we’d take a quick dip in the pool and leave before anyone noticed.” “Well boy you’re wrong. Now it’s time to call the cops and have them arrest you for trespassing.” "Please sir, don’t call the police. I promise I’ll never do anything like this again.” “Boy, you gotta learn not to be where you ain’t allowed.” I began to cry and pleaded once again “Please sir, don’t call the police. I’ll do anything you ask, but I can’t get in trouble with the police.” An evil grin crossed his face as he said “Ok boy, come with me.” He led me down a staircase to the basement. When we hit the bottom he turned on the lights and I looked around and was scared at all I saw. On one wall was a couple beams in an ‘X’ with straps hanging from chains at each end, there was (what looked like) a swing hanging from the ceiling in one corner, a strange looking leather padded bench in another corner and a tiled shower area in the third corner. Hanging on one of the walls was an assortment of whips, leather straps and chains along with an assortment of dildos. To say I was scared would be putting it mildly. By now this big man was behind me and had me by the neck as he maneuvered me over to the cross. He placed restraints around my wrists and ankles and stretched my arms above lifting me off the floor. He then went over and picked up a whip of some kind from the wall. “That’s a fine ass ya got there boy. This is gone be fun…..for me it will. Ain’t no body gone hear ya scream boy this room is sound proof so go ahead and scream for cute little ass off. And don’t worry boy, I ain’t gone cut you.” After he said that I felt the first strike of the whip. I let out a good scream and he hit me again. I am not sure how many lashes I took, but I knew my back was red and sore. I was sure I was bleeding but I never felt anything dripping down my back. The restraints were left on my wrists and ankles as he led me over to the sing hanging from the ceiling. He lifted me up into it and I laid back in it as he attached my wrists and ankles to the chains hanging from above. He looked down at me and said; “Now we're gonna have some fun.” He reached over to a table next to us and pulled out a little baggie I figured to be crystal meth. I began to panic and wish I had let him call the cops on me. I began to plead with him; “Please sir, I don’t want to do any drugs.” “But boy, you said you’d do anything I ask, and I am asking and you are doing.” He then pulled out a syringe and a piece of rubber. He placed the meth in the syringe and added water. As the meth dissolved in the water he worked the rubber around my arm really tight. I felt the coolness of an alcohol swab on my arm, watched as he stuck the needle in my arm and drew back a little bit of blood. Then he pushed the plunger down making all of the contents disappear into my arm. He pulled the rubber off and I felt a rush of warmth into my throat and I coughed really hard. I looked down to see him with his head between my legs as I felt him lick and finger my ass hole. Man did that feel good. For some strange reason I was very horny mad loving what he was doing. I felt strange, as if I needed something stuck inside deep into my ass. I started to moan the more he licked, sucked and fingered my ass. When he stood up I could see that he was now naked. He had removed his shorts and shirt while he was working on my hole with his mouth and fingers. He looked me dead in the eye and I knew what was coming, I wanted what was coming. No words were spoken as I felt his cock press against my hole. With little effort on his part it began to enter me. I felt it as he slid inside me and thought ‘this must be what my girlfriend feels when I slide my dick in her pussy’. I watched his face as he began to pump in and out of my ass. I can’t believe that it felt wonderful to have him inside me. Did this mean I was gay or at least bi. He pumped away at me for most of the night. Every so often he would reach down and twist my nipples, pull on my balls or stroke my soft cock. Every so often he would stop and give me some more meth to keep me high. I was really loving this shit. Being in the basement I couldn’t tell when the sun came up but when he stopped fucking me and said “That’s enough for tonight boy. You have enough cum inside you to make your ass mine.” Before he let me out of the sling he grabbed a long dildo and worked it deep into my ass. Then he let me out of the sling and took me over to the shower area in the corner. He had me get on my knees and stuck his soft cock in my mouth. He said one simple command, “Drink” as he began to slowly piss in my mouth. At first I was disgusted with the idea, but it didn’t taste that bad. I began slurping it down as quickly as he filled my mouth. When he was finished he told me; “You’re gonna bring your buddies over here one by one so that I can punish them like I punished you.” If this was punishment, I wanted more!!!

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Wow, the twists and turns of this great story keep me on my toes (Mmmm, snif, lick, suck)...And Yes, happy that you are including all body types...our amazing community is large and diverse, not all of us are muscled gym-rats or young twinks, or even Caucasian. Luv this story...More, more...

There's plenty of ways to help someone admit their true sexuality without publicly humiliating them and ransoming their assets in divorce. She's an evil cunt.

Fear not, gentle reader. You will read all about it sometime in the next couple of months. I am currently finishing up my Jeff/Chicago boys story with the Turkish masters and writing another about how Rex (from the Alabama stories) finally met a boy of his own (a reader request).

I’m not sure I can co-sign with fetishizing homeless men since where I live I see many everyday - added to the fact that I’m just one paycheck away from being homeless myself.

been edging all day today. can't wait to blow this load later. it's going to be so big.

Over the next two days, all I could think about was the man I'd hooked up with. Flashes of his face in front of mine, his body over me and the taste of my blood on his cock returned to me whilst I was at work. He was all I could think about. I spent my evenings riding dick and searching for poz cock. I was turning down tops because they were neg. I craved more. As I was leaving work on Monday night, my phone buzzed in my pocket. I ignored it as I said goodbye to everyone, left the building and got into my car. I pulled my phone out, before I turned the engine on. I saw a message from the top I'd met, who I'd saved in my phone as "GG," for Gift Giver. The message read 'hard day im horny you free for more poz??' Electricity ran through my body, making my dick hard and my brain useless. I replied to him. 'Yes, sir. I've only just got off work, I need to head home and clean up before I can get to you. It will take me half an hour to get to you, once I'm done. Is that okay?' I set off driving faster than I usually would, feeling desperation to meet the man who had started changing me. I didn't live far from work, my office only being fifteen minutes away. I didn't check the time when I'd got home and almost snapped my key in the lock, trying to speed up every action on my way. I knew I'd got home in record time, almost running a red light. I had to get to him, I needed his dick. I needed another load. I got a message after I'd cleaned out and got in the shower. Before I dried myself I tried to read it, but the water on my hands made my phone unresponsive. I dried off, telling myself to take my time. After what had felt like a lifetime, I got my hands back on my phone to read the message he'd sent back to me: 'take your time boy ill wait. Let me know when your setting off'. My body felt the same electricity as before. I'd worked my hole the last two nights thinking of this god of a man, hoping it wasn't a one off. My dick sprung up as I dressed myself, making me realise I wouldn't need that much. I pulled a jockstrap on, with jeans over the top and a simple t-shirt to cover my top half. Plenty. I picked up my keys before sending a message to my gift giver, 'Setting off in 2 minutes. Any instructions?' I didn't have to wait long before I got a reply, 'bring poppers and lube if you want it.' Before I left, I grabbed an unopened bottle of poppers and some silicon lube. Gun Oil was a great option for fisting, hoping I'd be able to feel his wrists again. I'd also used some scissors to take the plastic seal off of the fresh poppers. I was determined to enjoy myself. I ran down to my car, started the engine and set off to the nameless top's apartment. My dick got hard multiple times during my journey. I kept thinking of our last encounter, trying not to use my off hand to rub my dick. Once I'd arrived, I pulled my phone out and sent a new message, 'Here, sir. Same as last time?' I took my time getting out of my car letting my jeans slip down, exposing the top band of my jock hoping someone might see. I felt like a slut, but enjoying it. ~bzzt~ I grabbed my phone before the vibration had stopped, 'leave the door open'. I read it three times, figuring that I was to strip at the door and head into the bedroom, but leave the door as I found it. My mind raced. Had he invited another top? My dick got hard again, but I ignored it, trapped in my jock's pouch. Now wasn't the time. I moved towards the front door, locked my car and pocketed my keys. The door was still unmanned and the door to my left was ajar, same as last time. I pushed the door open, but only half closed it, as instructed. Taking off my clothes, I left my jockstrap on as I grabbed my poppers and walked down the hallway and into the bedroom illuminated by porn. The same compilation was playing on the TV behind me, I heard familiar videos. My new favourite person was in the same position as I'd met him in; sat on the wide, padded chair next to his bed, legs spread and cock erect, working it slowly. "I told you to strip last time. Jockstrap wasn't part of it," he said sternly. I paused before hooking my thumbs over the waistband and starting to pull it down. "I'm sorry, Sir. I didn't think," I blabbered at him. "Keep it!" He shouted, before I had pulled it down too far. "Put it back on. I like it. Just let me know, next time. I didn't tell you to wear anything. You're lucky I like it," he warned. I blushed and moved forward again. Lifting my hand, I showed him the fresh poppers I'd brought with me, as he'd asked. I hoped he'd be placated by my following of one of his demands. "Huff them. Suck me." Shaking the bottle, I opened it and sniffed at the bottle's rim as hard as I could. Once I'd taken three hits, I dropped to my knees and started working my mouth down the thickest cock I'd known. I struggled to begin with, forgetting just how wide this man's dick was. I opened my jaw as wide as I could, letting my spit dribble past my lips and onto his shaft. Moving my head down and wrapping my lips around my teeth, I sucked his beer can cock for all I was worth. "That's enough lube," I heard. I pulled my self up and off his member, as I looked up at him through watery eyes. "You look so good like that, boy. Choking on my dick. I'm gonna fuck you," he said to me. I could barely respond. Instead, I nodded at him and grabbed the poppers to make it easier for myself. Two more hits as I stood and pivoted to the bed. "On my back, or on my front, Sir?" I asked, hesitating before I climbed up. "Neither. You're gonna ride me," he said. The top grabbed my shoulders and pulled me back, sliding past my chest. He paused for a second to lift my chin and kiss me, before using his elbows to move backwards onto the bed and using a finger to beckon me to him. I followed his finger over his thighs, his hard, shiny dick and meeting him face to face for another passionate kiss. "Part of me didn't expect you to reply. I didn't know if you'd chicken out for a second round. I was worried you'd gone for PEP." I shook my head, "no, Sir. I've been horny since I left on Saturday." I spat on my hand and rubbed the saliva over my hole, before I lifted his impressive cock upwards to line up with myself. As I felt us both line up, I pushed down onto him. "Ohh," I moaned, as he stretched me open. "You're so thick, Sir. Thank you." Pushing down more, I felt my ass cheeks reach his pelvis. He was balls deep inside me already. I was glad that I'd spent our time apart on toys. "You're a good little cunt," he said to me, looking me in the eye. "Tell me you've come back for another toxic load, boy. Tell me you're a filthy bug chaser. Are you on prep?" "No, Sir. No prep for my hole. I want more toxic cum, I've come to get your dirty load, Sir. I'm a filthy bug chaser," I replied. My dick was straining in my jockstrap, leaking precum into the fabric. "Mmm, fuck yeah. Dirty little bitch. Fuck yeah," he muttered. His arms moved under my legs, half supporting me as I rode him. "Loose cunt's my favourite. Love when a boy can take my dick like you. Fuck yes, boy!" He went on and on, making my dick hard. "Tell me you're infecting me, Sir," I begged. I wanted to hear him say it again. "Toxic precum in my hole?" I asked. "That's right, bug hole. I'm pumping toxic precum inside you. I'm not gonna pull out. And I've got a surprise for you, boy. Tell me you want a surprise tonight." My legs worked up and down, pumping his dick with my hole as I spoke. "I want you inside me, Sir. Don't pull out, give me that surprise, Sir. I'll take it." I lifted my hands off the bed and onto his muscly chest, starting to move my thumbs over his nipples. "Good boy. Just keep riding. Play with my tits. Good boy," he said and we lapsed into nothing but moans and kisses for the next few minutes. The door closed behind me. I was still riding and I leaned up and stopped moving. I looked down at the man beneath me, not knowing what to do. "Keep going," he said to me. I did as I was told, feeling fear. I knew my hole had tightened up in the moment of panic and I tried to relax. Deciding to obey, I reached for the little brown bottle and huffed twice, before capping it and returning to our previous rhythm. Footsteps behind me told me we weren't alone. "Nice." I heard behind me, keeping my eyes on my gifter's fact. He wasn't looking at me, but instead at the man who entered the room. "Welcome back," my top said with a grin. "Thanks. Glad to see you're sharing my strain." "Fuck yeah, I told you I wanted to gift. He's my first. Help me," the man beneath me said, with a sinister grin. He looked back at me and said, "This is your surprise. I invited my gifter to give you a dose, boy. Enjoy us both. Now don't move." I did as I was told, I steadied myself, as far down my top's dick I could get. Starting with a deep breath, I inhaled the poppers again. I continued as I listened to the man behind me undressing and spitting on his dick. On the fifth huff, I felt another dick pressing against my hole. I did my best to relax and let him in, holding myself in position at the same time. "Ahh!" I cried, feeling a second man push inside me. "Fuck!" "Like that boy? Two poz dicks?" The man behind asked. "I pozzed the bloke under you. He's got a fat cock. Knew he'd make a good gifter. Glad I got him. Glad he invited me to fuck the fist cunt he found. Nice cunt," he said into my ear before he started fucking me hard. I was reduced to a moaning lump. I could barely move, collapsed on my dom's chest. My top whispered in my ear, as he slowly and gently moved his hips. "Just relax boy, take another hit of poppers." He fed me poppers whilst I was pinned between his and his gifter's chests. "Enjoy this, boy. What could be better than poz cock?" He asked, with a smug tone. "Two poz cocks," he answered himself with a chuckle. I nodded whilst I moaned in pleasure, unable to do anything else. I huffed poppers and obeyed. I enjoyed the sensation of two bare dicks inside me at the same time, stretching me out. I'd felt similar from a fist, but nothing quite captured the same sensation. Both men moved at different speeds and force, making it completely different from taking a fist or big toy. I never wanted it to end. "I'm getting close," I heard from the man behind me. "I'm gonna cum. Tell me you want it, cunt!" Assuming it was supposed to be me, I mustered up the words. "I want your cum. Breed me!" He forced his dick as deep as he could get it before grunting for a few moments. "Take it. Take it. I'm so fucking poz. Take it." I moaned as he thrust in and spoke as he pulled out, "Thank you. Thank you for that poz load." I kissed the man I was still riding. "You're welcome, slut. I hope you get my strain. From me or him. Good luck, chaser slut," he said before dressing quickly and leaving again. We heard the door open and close again while we were kissing. "Thank you, Sir. That was a great surprise. Was he really your gifter?"I asked. "Yeah. He fucked me poz," he replied with grin. "I fucking loved double fucking you like that. Your cunt felt great. Do you want another load?"

Jose left the boy in the semi dark dungeon, and turned the music up again and went in search of his husband. As expected, Ben was up. Jose found Ben in his own separate walk-in closet. He was wearing a pair of leather cowboy chaps with nothing underneath, a big leather cock ring emphasizing his huge beautiful cock already dripping precum in anticipation of again using the boy of his dreams. He wore an open cowboy vest over his bare torso, the thing making his arms and shoulders seem even more giant than they already were, he had a rawhide band tied in a knot around his giant neck and a red and yellow band on his left shoulder. “Fuck baby,” Jose smiled, “You look like the hottest cowboy in town.” “And you look like what you are: a somewhat evil leather punk with a freshly punished golden blonde twink in your dungeon.” They both laughed and then made out, each of them feeling their gorgeous muscles and tits, the cocks hard as rocks. “Our beautiful boy was paddled hanging from the ceiling until he was crying, then I gave him 20 more. I then hung him upside down and while he serviced daddy’s cock he got his hole coated with boypussy-magic lube to 16 inches, where his Latin daddy left him a big pool of lube , he then hung upside down for a while so all that hunger could go deeper and his daddy treated him to his first suspended facefuck,” Jose said. “Within minutes of letting him down he begged to be used by us, so I left him shackled on the floor with his belly bulging from the biggest load of chempiss he’s ever drank.” Ben just smiled, holding his big tool, “Well let me give him my big load of piss up that hungry boypussy. I want to hear him beg.” So Jose and Ben went to find their boy in the dungeon. Ben lay down beside Jeff, and slipped his hard cock into the boy and filled Jeff’s hole with a big load of chempiss. He then picked up the boy and held him upside down, and with Jose’s help he rebound him to the ceiling. He then enjoyed a delicious facefuck, the boy’s abs twisting beautifully as he struggled to keep his head in position while also filled with liquid. Jose used a series of bigger plugs on the boy, helping to make sure that the piss went deep. Finally, Ben picked the boy up and took him over to the shower, telling him to push the big plug and the piss out. Jeff grunted and groaned and yelled loudly when he got the big plug out. Once the load of piss was out, Jose held the boys ass open while Ben gave him another enema, pushing the boy hard and harder, taking the water as deep as he could. Tiring of this game, the big men took the boy over to the sling and restrained him into it. Ben leaned down, and said to the boy, “My husband and I are going to start doing some depth training on you boy, this will get your ready to take our fists someday soon. Some of this will definitely seem like hurt at first, but you will learn to crave those feelings. We won’t damage you physically, but you will probably cry more than once.” Jose slipped a few shards into Jeff’s hole, and started pushing it around with first three then four fingers, working Jeff’s hole like the perfect pussy it was. Jeff pushed back, clearly needing to be filled, and Jose went in for a deep kiss. Jose than sat down on the little chair they had put down between the boys legs so they’d have a comfortable place to sit while they introduced their boy to heavy assplay. He slowly slid a very rigid, one-inch diameter tool into the boys hole. “Push out, cuntboy,” Jose ordered, “Push out like you are taking a shit.” As Jeff did as ordered, Jose carefully threaded the toy into the boys second hole. Jeff’s body went completely rigid and he gave a little cry. Jose kept the tool in place. “I told you it would hurt at first,” he grinned evilly, “I am going to teach you where your second hole is and how to control it. Start squeezing now.” Jeff did as ordered, his pretty face registering discomfort for about the first minute, then he started to experience the typical pussy boy’ response: his pussy needed it. “Push your boyhole out, baby boy,” Jose ordered. And as Jeff complied, Jose slide the toy in about another half inch, and Jeff grunted. “Now keep squeezing,” Jose ordered. Leaving Jeff too it, and he went and started a timer—the point of the exercise was both to teach the boy about his second hole but also wear that hole out, so the boy could move on and start to stretch deeper. After five minutes, Ben sidled up, and had the boy suck him a bit. He then went to the boys ass and squirted some lube in and then slid his big cock in next the toy, working slowly. He slowly fucked the boy, working the toy in around his big cock. As he’d expected, the boy was able to take much more of the toy with the more familiar feeling of daddy’s big cock. Ben began to push the toy around, moving it under, then beside, then on top of his cock. In each position, he would order Jeff to squeeze on the way out and then push out on the way in. Jeff was alternating between enjoyment and suffering just as Ben intended, but his boypussy began to operate on pilot, learning its role of service to big cock. Ben pulled his cock out and rough fucked the boy with the hard tool, while Jose fed him poppers. Both men got harder and harder as Jeff squealed and grunted while Ben stretched his hole with the difficult little tool. Ben pushed the roughy 8 inch tool in almost completely and got up. “Your turn,” Ben said, and moved to the boy head, “Clean your cunt juice off Daddy’s cock, boy.” Ben sighed contentedly as Jeff began to suckle, his golden skin and red lips wrapped around Ben’s giant tool, Ben’s ginger pubes tickling his nose. Jose stepped up with a small string of silicone beads on a firm but slightly flexible core. Ben leaned down, “Beg your Daddy Jose to use you deep, Jeffy.” Jose leaned over the boy and Jeff looked him in the eyes and said, “Use my boypussy deep, Daddy Jose.” Jose smiled and rough kissed the boy and then suckled and nipped at Jeff’s pert nipples, before bitting each one hard while squeezing Jeff’s balls in his iron grip. Jeff buckled and cried out, but his 8-inch boycock, shrunk from the Tina, drizzled out a steady stream of precum. Jose removed the small, hard plastic rod, and lined the balls up and then used the long lube pump to push another heavy flow of Tina-laced lube deep inside Jeff’s hole. Jose pushed the balls in slowly, and when he felt them questing against the boys second hole, he said “Popper him up, Ben.” After Ben did, Jose commanded Jeff to push and as he did, Jose pushed the little ball into Jeff’s second hole. Jeff cried out and then lay there panting. Ben leaned in, “Good job, baby boy. You feel that?” Still panting, Jeff replied “ Hurts but also feels….Oh ahhhhh.” Jose had slid another ball into his second hole. Jeff’s body was rigid, and Ben grinned and nibbled on the boy’s tits. As the stimulation from his nipples reached his ass, Jeff arched his ass down, pushing towards Jose, showing his new daddies his cunt had already learning to crave the abuse. Jose slid another small shard into the boy now and waited. Ben moved up to Jeff ear, whispering what a beautiful cunt he was. As the new dose of Tina took hold Jeff looked Jose in square in the eyes and said, “Please more, daddy, hurt me.” Ben poppered the boy up, and Jose slipped another bead in. He did this until the entire toy was in the boy. With each bead, Jeff would arch his back up and cry out, but then moments later he would be ready for more, pushing out and trying to swallow another bead. Once the entire tool was in the boy, Jose and Ben switched places. Jose reached up and loosened the boy’s cuffs from the sling. Ben leaned over Jeff’s much shorter body and made out with the boy while Jose made out with Jeff from the side, Jeff using his hands to explore the muscular physiques of the two top studs. The two men and their boy, their tongues and lips combined in a myriad of ways, but mostly it was the two bigger men sticking their tongues down the boys throat together, stretching his mouth open with their insistent lust. After a couple of minutes, they had the boy squeeze on the toy, his entire colon locking down. This caused great discomfort at first, but as the boys deep hole got used to it, it was easier for him. Ben began to carefully fuck Jeff, very, very slightly, with the whole string of beads while the boy was told to just relax. Ben smiled at Jose and nodded. Both men were rock hard. This was their favorite thing to do: hurt a boyass and then teach him the sexual healing Tina could provide to an abused hole. Jose gave the boy the bottle of poppers and commanded him to take several sniffs. Once those settled in, Ben pulled, hard, on the toy and intentionally moving too fast, yanked the entire string of beads out. Jeff screamed, his eyes wide, and then he lay panting. His hands had automatically gone to his boypussy, trying to protect it from pain. Ben batted Jeff’s hands away, and thrust his fingers into the boy all the way to the widest part of his knuckles, collapsed into the small birds hands shape, and Jeff cried out again at the hard stretch. Ben slowly opened his fingers, stretching the boy’s rectum and depositing the giant bump of Tina he’d hidden in his palm. His hands were so big that at just knuckle deep he could stuff most of the Tina through Jeff’s second hole. Within seconds Jeff’s hole was on fire and Ben kept fluttering and moving his fingers, gently stretching open the boys second hole. Once the boy settled in he automatically pushed back. Ben pounced, putting his hand into the bird shape and pushing into the boys second hole. Ben went in only as much as the boy could take, about mid-way down his knuckles, and then he pushed just a bit more, making the boy arch his back and pant. Ben looked down and smiled, the boy had taken a little under 3/4s of his fist. Ben wanted to just keep pushing until the slut’s cunt took his entire big hand, the boy’s pain and suffering be damned. And if it were just an ordinary boy he was training he would have done it right then and there. But Jeff was special, a boy he fully intended to keep, and so he resisted his own animal nature. Oh Jeff would take both their fists, just a little before he was really ready—he was still just a cunt to train, even if he was a special cunt—but Jeff would have the chance to work up to it. Jose made sure the boy poppered up, giving him the bottle with its special sniffer cap to use as he wished. Once those settled in Ben pulled his hand out quickly, again making the boy jump. Jose quickly took his place, wielding a tool they had used hundreds of times to train a boy: the Falcon Branson supercock. They actually had several—when they heard Falcon was going to stop making it, they had bought seven. And this was now the third one they had put into service, the others had finally given up the ghost after so much use. The cock was only seven inches long, but it was a solid seven inches around. So while both their cocks were bigger, they were also squishy relatively bendy flesh. This supercock was much firmer and was a great tool to train a cuntboy. Jose slicked the toy up and slowly pushed the head into the boys hole. “You have your daddies permission to use your poppers when you need them,” Jose said, “But I will punish you if I tell you not too and you do, understand?” Jeff nodded, “ Yes, Daddy, I understand.” Jose then smiled darkly, “Now’s probably a good time to use them, my beautiful pussy boy. Popper up and then push out. “ Once he was sure the poppers were in full effect, Jose slowly but firmly pushed the toy in. When the big seven-inch, blunt head started pushing at Jeff’s second hole, Jose commanded him to take more poppers and push. As the boy did, Jose began to slowly move the toy further in. As the big head went in Jeff grunted but he rounded his hips, pushing his legs wide. Jose smiled, this was the universal body position showing a bottom was learning his place, saying “Take me.” Jose pushed into the shaft was mostly in the boy’s hole and he paused, Jeff was groaning but his face showed ecstasy, so Jose kept pushing until the very wide toy was buried balls deep. Jeff’s mind was gone. He moaned loudly, feeling the fullness of a proper dildo fuck for the first time. Jose and Ben smiled at each other: any boy with that response the fullness provided bu wide dildo through his second hole, especially a boy so young, was going to be a fantastic fistfuck one day very soon. Jose left the tool in place for a couple of minutes while Jeff adjusted. As the tool settled into his hole, Jeff began to move his body in the sling and whine. Jose kept the tool in place. Finally, Jeff opened his eyes and pleaded, “Oh god daddy, please, please fuck me.” So Jose did fuck the boy with the wide tool. He started slowly at first, but the minute he felt Jeff’s hole loosen, he amped things up. Jeff soon learned how to use the poppers, and was very quickly working in partnership with his evil punk Latin daddy in turning his boyhole into a loose squelching pussy. Ben relaxed on the long leather sofa, facing the sling, admiring how incredibly hot the two men looked. Tall, tatted, Latin Daddy Jose, his brown skin glistening with oil and sweat, his huge hands working the wide toy in the small-framed golden boy’s cunt. What made it hotter was how innocent-looking Jeff had clearly become at one with his own defilement, using all manner of obscenities and begging, “Daddy Jose please, daddy, please, daddy, make me your pussy, destroy my cunt, daddy.” After about 45 minutes of this indescribable hotness—at this point Jeff was holding his own ass open while he thrilled to Jose punch-fucking the wide tool into his hole, over and over—Ben could take it no longer. He got up and selected a long, thin, anal snake, and liberally lubing it up he walked over the sling, his cock so hard it ached, a thin, constant stream of precum oozing out of the big red cockhead. “Husband, I need. To use. This boy. Cunt,” Ben ground out. Jose grinned, and used the big toy to deliver a set of five super hard and quick punches, Jeff squealing and crying out. Jose then moved out of the way and Ben immediately started threading the snake into Jeff’s hole. He did so very quickly, overtaken with lust, and Jeff had no trouble with the first bit. His hole was so stretched he barely felt the toy enter his second ring. But he quickly began to cry out as Ben threaded the toy deeper. Jose let Ben hurt the boy for about a minute and a half, going way to fast at new depths with an inexperienced boy, then he leaned in and whispered in Ben’s ear, “Cariño, this isn’t a street whore, it’s a boy we want to keep.” Ben started, and grinned, and immediately stopped pushing. He leaned forward over Jeff’s panting torso, his giant musculature and light ginger fur dwarfing and complimenting Jeff’s hairless golden frame. Looking Jeff in the eyes Ben said seriously “Jeff, my gorgeous boy, I need to posses you inside and out. Will you let your daddy take your hole deep?” Jeff didn’t reply instantly, but as he felt the effects of all the drugs he’d taken turn the pain of the snakes depth into bliss, he smiled. His voice tinged with need, Jeff said, “Oh god Daddy Ben, please take me, fuck me, I need you inside all of me.” Ben smiled and settled down onto the little fisters chair between the golden boy legs, and set out to posses his boys deepest parts. Jeff struggled the entire time, as Ben slowly but relentlessly threaded all 18 inches of the thin snake into Jeff’s tender boypussy. With each new quarter inch, Jeff would cry out, but then soon enough his boyhole would start to suck on the snake and then Ben would hurt him again, leaving Jeff panting and his muscular torso writhing with pain. Jose took over the boys poppers—Jeff was so lost in new sensations he couldn’t do it himself—and once Ben got about 10 inches in, Ben scooped up a huge pile of Tina and buried it in his palm, folding his fist up small. Then without warning, he shoved his hand in as far as he could beside the little snake, pleased to see Jeff took his palm just past the knuckles, and his fingers were about 1/4 inside his boys second hole. Jeff screamed, hard, and then cried out as Ben roughly opened his fingers—stretching the second hole—and fed the boycunt some new, burning, hunger. Ben kept his fingers fluttering and stretching, and actually got his hands almost-widest-point into the beautiful boys hole, until the Tina turned the boy needy again. Goddamn, Ben thought, for the umpteenth time that night, I need to fist him soon. But tonight was about depth and teaching the boy about Tina, sex, pain, and pleasure. And so he abruptly pulled out. Ben immediately pushed the snake in one half inch—double what he’d done before—and Jeff cried out in surprise. But the dark fever of the drugs was now in full possession of the young bottom slut, and within second he pushed back, his abused little asslips opening wide. So now Ben really hurt the boy, and feed the hungry cunt nearly 3/4 of an inch. Jeff screamed, and then lay panting. Jose gave the boy several hits of poppers as Ben began to slowly push until he got about another inch in the boy. Ben knew he was deep and rather than damage the boy, he again worked alongside the boys own natural craving for deep fucking. They worked slowly, Ben occasionally feeding the boyhole with truly tiny bumpsof Tina, just enough to make the hunger grow, and together got to the point where only one inch remained. Ben now began to very, very slowly fuck the boy with the obscene silicone snake, Jose keeping him doubly high on poppers. Soon enough Jeff started begging and so Ben started smoothly pushing the toy in a bit deeper with every fuck. The motion of the snake, bendy and slithering, made the boys hole open up and without much fuss within 10 minutes the toy was fucking the boy’s colon at a full 18 inches. Once the boy was loose at that depth, Ben added his own rock hard cock, under the toy, and using one hand he held the toy to his pubes. This drove Jeff wild—the now already familiar feeling of the huge cock of the man of his dreams reaming out his rectum and second hole paired with the deep slithery snakefuck, Jeff lost his mind in lust. He babbled and cried out, “God I love your cock, fuck me, fuck me deep, god I love you daddy, fuck me, fuck me, use my pussy daddy.” Hearing the innocent golden twink beg so obscenely drove Ben out of his mind. He fucked the boy without thought or strategy. He just needed to own the hole, brutally punching his big cock all around inside the boy. The brutality of his fuck increased the speed and roughness of the snake, as the constant shifts in direction at the start of the snake made the end of it feel like a wild thing deep in Jeff’s cunt. But Jeff needed this fuck, and Jose kept him plied up with poppers so he could take the punishment. After a good half and hour, Ben blew his load, great ropes of milky white cum drenching Jeff’s hole. When Ben finally settled, his body shaking as he his huge cock twitched and spurted final shots of cum into the boys fiery softness, he grinned. Reaching down he grabbed the boys beautiful face, his huge hands able to encompass most of the boy head, and he grinned. He leaned in for a passionate set of deep kisses, his tongue insistent in Jeff’s mouth. “Jeff,” Ben said lustily, “You have one of the sweetest boy holes I’ve ever had the privilege to fuck. You like that fuck boy?” As Ben reached his mouth down to nibble all over the boy’s perfectly-formed square pecs, Jeff arched his back in pleasure and brought his small-boned wrists, still in their big cuffs around Ben’s tight red curls, Jeff’s small apple-shaped biceps popping, and pushed Ben’s face to his chest. Ben began lapping up the boys sweat. Jeff groaned in pleasure and said, “Oh god, more fucking, daddy, more.” As Ben and Jeff made out, Ben began to piss, squiring a huge steady stream of very potent chempiss into the boys hole. Once he was done pissing, Ben abruptly stood up straight, and slapping the boys ass hard, he pulled out. Within seconds Jose had his cock buried to the hilt, and was fucking like a madman, his superthick nine inches forcing the piss deeper in Jeff’s hole, and soon Jeff was flying even higher, his hole squelching out piss as he thrilled to the dual sensations again of big thick dick fuck paired with deep snake fuck. Only this was wilder, as both experiences were wetter and nastier, with the incredible feel of new small doses of Tina being absorbed all around the fucktools. After about 15 minutes, Ben brought over a stepstool for Jose to stand one and as Jose fucked the kid from above Ben winched the boys head down, so Jose fucked him at an incline and the piss drove deeper. Jeff was lost more than ever in the deep chemfuck, and Ben admired how incredible Jose looked topping the golden boy. Ben knew that he and Jeff complimented each other, golden-skin shining against pinky white. But Jose’s gorgeous warm brown skin, punk dark fauxhawk, and intricate bright tatted arm holding the boy by the neck as his giant dark cock pillaging the young golden twink’s boycunt looked like a carefully staged porn scene. At that moment Ben was absolutely sure that he wanted to watch his husband pillage this boy to the end of time. After Jose and Jeff came at the same time—Ben had been amazed to see the boys cock get rock hard despite the Tina and even more amazed that Jeff came hands free as Jose pummeled his prostrate over and over—Jose filled the boys hole with another load of chempiss. Ben pulled the big snake out and slid a medium plug in the boy and they got him comfortable in the sling,adjusting it so his ass was just slightly elevated. They all made out for about 20 minutes, the top men praising Jeff’s perfection while slipping their fingers in around the plug to cop a feel of the boy’s irresistible hole. Finally, Jose picked the boy up. Jeff wrapped his legs tight around Jose’s surprisingly narrow waist while thrilling at the man’s huge wide shoulders that Jeff felt fortunate to caress. Jeff sighed contendly as Jose carried him over to the coming down mat, Ben following along early behind them snatching kisses from Jeff every chance he got. Jose sat Jeff down and had him get into position, with his head and chest to the floor and ass up while Jose and Ben settled in to watch some porn. Ben adjusted the music to a light morning trance mix. They left Jeff in that position until he got the Tina cuntboy wiggles. He’d learned his lesson about obedience, so he didn’t beg aloud. But he couldn’t help that is ass was still hungry and almost audibly sucking on the big plug. Ben laughed and easily picked the boy up facing him, Jeff immediately going in for a passionate kiss. “You gotta hungry pussy, baby?” Ben said gently. Jeff was really, really high, and just smiled dreamily and said, “I need cock, sir, I really need some cock.” After Ben removed the plug and Jeff squirted what liquid from the chempiss his dehydrated body hadn’t absorbed, Ben gently used the sure shot on Jeff, having Jeff huff on poppers to make things easy. Ben then used the lube pump and the long hose to lube the boy deep, pleased to see that Jeff’s hole remained open and that he took about sixteen inches of the lube tube with only minor grunts. Ben and Jose had no intention of deep fucking the boy, but they found that keeping a boys colon fiery and needy from it’s current claimed depths made that hole open faster the next time the boyhole got even the tiniest taste of the drug. For the next four hours they had the closest equivalent to gentle lovemaking sex Ben and Jose ever engaged in. Jeff was high, turned on, and had just spent almost 24 hours doing things he’d fantasized about in his most private, secret moments. If he’d been able to think, Jeff would have thought that he was feeling unleashed, that acting out those forbidden fantasies of debasing himself before tall, hung, muscle men, drinking their piss and begging them to hurt him had freed him for shame. Ben and Jose experienced this first hand: Jeff was quietly wild, he had lost all inhibitions, acting solely on instinct. The men realized that even at his highest state, the boy has been holding himself back. But now he gave and gave and took and took right alongside them. The transformation in the boy meant that he could, suddenly, practically deepthroat them to the root. His cock hunger, always present, unleashed meant Jeff wanted to devour their meat as much as they had wanted to devour his boycunt. And speaking of Jeff’s pussy, it too was unleashed. The men took turns, one in front and one in back, pillaging the boys two holes while, somehow, his holes pillaged them back. The boy was still submissive, but the minute Ben and Jose set him to a task—sucking cock, eating muscle top ass, sucking on toes, or getting fucked—he went at it with such energy and gusto, it was like he’d been starved and found fulfillment only from serving hot daddy muscle. Finally, after about four hours of nonstop service, taking two more giant loads of cum and drinking four loads of piss, Jeff began to show signs of wear. Jose said to Ben, “I think our boy needs to come down.” So Ben picked the boy up—he’d been passionately worshipping Jose’s huge muscular legs—and kissed him. “You’re getting tired, baby boy,” Ben said, “I know the drugs are keeping you horny, but it’s time to stop having sex,” Jeff whined, grabbing at his sore nipples, but he nodded obediently. So, Ben settled him in between them. The three men made out, Jeff’s hands full of big pecs and biceps, the men stroking his small tightly-muscled swimmers abs and gently fluttering and teasing Jeff’s hole. This went on for probably 45 minutes. The top men clearly couldn’t get enough of the boy and Jeff clearly needed them from deep in his soul. But the top men slowed things down—they loved an insatiable boy, but knew how to slow one down ,and finally they were all more still. Jeff lay between them, his thighs—big on his frame from swimming—were spread wide, one hooked as best he could over the huge muscle thighs of each of his new daddies. Jeff’s head rested on the interlocked arms of Jose and Ben. His head fit perfectly on their forearms. If he turned his head one way or the other he was in a perfect position to kiss a big bicep—something he done with great pleasure at least a dozen times already. But the Tina was wearing off and he was starting to finally feel tired, so he rested his head back, his eyes closed and with a dreamy expression on his face his hands lazily explored what little of the huge chests of his daddies he could reach in that position. Jose and Ben sat with their legs wide as well—if they didn’t, the boys legs wouldn’t really fit over their body-builder sized thighs. Their giant cocks rested, both still plump and still dribbling a bit of precum, as the insatiable cocks of top men seemed to always do the presence of grade-a boypussy. Each of the three men were lost in thought and fantasy, and their fantasies reflected their personalities perfectly. And each of them reflected on essentially the same thing: sorrow that this had to end, thatJeff didn’t belong to Jose and Ben yet, and that he needed to. Ben lamented that the boy was going away because he wanted the boy to wake up in their bed begging for a fresh fuck. Well, actually, Ben thought, that was going to happen, as they still had Sunday morning. Ben smiled dreamily and his big cock stirred. Nothing, nothing, nothing in the world could compare to fucking a sore-but-needy boypussy the day after that pussy had been subjected to hard drug-enabled abuse. He and Jose always fucked their boys the next day, whether the boys wanted it or not. And honestly, once the boy got through the first painful bits—the lubing and the big cock head parting his sore asslips and stretching his tender second hole—every boy’s mind was overtaken by the Tina lingering in their system and they were good to take several more big loads from Daddy Ben and Daddy Jose. No, what Ben really lamented was that the boy would have to leave sometime after breakfast, instead of spending the day in tight cashmere sweatpants lounging and watching junk TV shows. And Ben lamented that, if he and Jose needed to unload in boypussy again—and that was sure as snow in Chicago in the winter—they’d either have to deal with the flakes and losers on Recon, Scruff, or DaddyHunt or text a bunch of different regular boys to finally get what their big top man cocks needed. Ben lamented that, as fine as those boys where, there would never be a pussy as fine as Jeff’s, because the first cocks to fuck Jeff were their own. And so Ben knew he was going to do everything he could to keep this boy. Jose, for his part, lamented that they were going to upstairs and sleep. He wanted nothing more than to give the 21-year old little blonde stud a big slam and then doublefuck and fist him for another 12-20 hours. He lamented that he couldn’t leave the boy in bondage again, screaming in pain, and take a nap and then spend another dozen hours taking the boy deeper. But no, he knew that had to wait. But fuck, the way the boy had performed tonight had been impressive. And Jeff had clearly tapped into something inside himself. Jose rarely enjoyed relatively vanilla sex—the rough fucking and slapping and piss drinking last part of the night was as vanilla as he and Ben ever got—but the last four hours with the boy had been spectacular. Jose now saw why Ben had been insisting, literally for years, that Jeff would be their new permanent boy. I mean hell, Jeff had been standing in that bedroom window jacking off to them since he was fourteen. When the kid fully reached puberty at 17, that’s when Ben started wanting the boy back. But they’d held back, smiling quietly to themselves, waiting until the boy was legal. And now they would be quiet about it, taking the boy slowly deeper and deeper into service to them. But, assuming the boy still wanted it, as soon as this boy turned 21 he was going to commit. And when he did Jose looked very much forward to making Jeff share his DNA, pozzing that impossibly perfect hole as it bled ever so silkily around a spiky ring through the head of his big cock. Jeff, true to form as the perfect boy for Jose and Ben, was thinking a combination of their thoughts. When a surge of the Tina coursing through his system would hit, he wanted to beg them to keep using him. He was in fact, a little disappointed they hadn’t fisted him. He’d been sure that was going to happen when he’d twice felt Ben’s huge knuckles in his hole. But still Jeff felt like he’d started on an incredible journey, the lightness he’d felt after the first time they fucked him, had been magnified and he felt like he was no longer tethered by anything but his own desires. He realized he’d felt shame at wanting to be degraded and used and, now that he’d done it and loved it, he wanted to be seen, shirtless and with a collar, at all the leather bars in the entire world on the arms of Jose and Ben. He’d seen that kind of display at Chicago Pride, and always wondered at the boldness of the boys. But now he knew: he’d do that soon because that’s who he was inside, not just gay but very kinky gay. But Jeff also wanted to be seen in dress clothes at fancy parties, turned on by how hot Jose must look in a suit with his punky hair and the edges of his sleeve tattoo peeking dangerously out from his shirt cuffs. And he wanted sneak off with them to the bathroom of a fancy hotel and drink their piss on his knees in a bmen’s room stall. God, he wanted them in every way. Within a month, Jeff was getting his wish. Jose and Ben insisted he keep it on the down low, but he was very much their regular boy. He surprised his parents by quitting his lifeguard job and starting out as lowly yard worker for Inland Ocean Landscaping. But what they didn’t know was that his pay—double what the other starting worker earned—also carried with it significant perks, the prime one being access to his daddies cocks at multiple times every day. By August, he’d stayed home from his family’s annual vacation at their house on the lake in Wisconsin and experienced his first slam and his first punch fisting. By the Summer after his junior year, he’d gone through a commitment ceremony, been named in Jose and Ben’s will as sole heir to Inland Ocean and their large investment holdings, been pozzed by both his daddies, farmed out for different weekend trainings at the hands of some of Chicagoland’s most brutal and depraved topmen, and been paraded through market days wearing a collar trimmed in red and yellow, a yellow and red jockstrap, and big leather boots. But the thing he was wearing that fine August day that he was most proud of: the small toxic waste tattoo in the small of his ever-more perfectly muscled back. Underneath it, clear for all to see, were the words: “Property of Ben and Jose.” And beneath that, in smaller print “La sangre hace familia [Blood makes family].” And so Jeff King-Hernandez walked proudly, his head held high, each of his arms locked tight into the boulder-sized biceps of his Daddy/Masters, Ben King and Jose Hernandez.

I sucked ny first cock st age 12. It was my best friend. We became friends in grade school and his parents eventually enrolled him in a different school. After that we saw each other less. We then spent time on some weekends and during summer vacation time when we were out of school. When he came to my house I secretly got some of my grandfather's porn magazines my buddy like to look out. I always noticed his hard dick extending down his leg. One day while he was looking through a titty magazine, I reached over and rubbed his hard-on. After a few minutes he asked if I wanted him to take it out. I obviously said 'Yes.' After stroking for a few minutes I licked his cock and took him in my mouth. I bobbed my head up and down until he filled my mouth with his sperm. I looked at him and we locked eyes. He blushed and smiled as he packed his junk back in his jeans. I asked him to spend the night on a Saturday and in bed I reached over and grabbed his dick in his tighty whities. He was already rock hard. He asked if I wanted to suck it. When I said I did, he raised his ass and lowered his Jockey Shorts. I sucked him off and then he jacked me off. This became our standard routine when he slept over where we had more privacy than at his house. This continued until he knocked up a girl he was dating which led to marriage and his becoming a good Catholic.

When Ben and Jose had designed their apartment, they had had the architect build a large windowless room adjoining a hall with some extra guest bedrooms. They’d had the room completely soundproofed and filled it with all manner of dungeon equipment. In one corner was a shower large enough for four men,with several shower shots. Jeff had gotten his first taste of shower shot play when Ben had stripped him and hosed out the chempiss. Ben had ended the session by showing a larger metal buttplug, wired for electro., into Jeff’s hole. Jeff was currently bound with his arms wrapped around a long metal rod. He was bound so that his legs were splayed wide, his head forced upright by a thick metal colar, his baby blue eyes black from the drugs coursing through his system, and wet with tears. Jose stood before him, stroking his massive cock, naked except for his big skinhead boots he was using to kick and crush and torture Jeff’s balls. Ben was splayed on a sofa near by, idly jacking his big meat with one hand while the other hand played with the dials of the TENS unit delivering all kinds of sensations—pleasurable and and painful—to Jeff’s asshole through the electro plug. He varied the settings based on how Jose was working—kicks meant a program of sharp escalating jolts, crushing meant stradily intensifying pain. During each break, Jose made him beg for more. At first it was clearly forced, but the natural slut in Jeff made it sound like he was starting to crave the abuse. This had been going on for about 20 minutes, and Ben thought that should wrap it up—things were still really getting started—he mouthed “Break?” to Jose. Who smiled and moved forward and pushed his semi hard cock down Jeff’s throat. He sighed and grunted, and Jeff’s throat began to fill with piss. His eyes darted open and the look of absolute adoration and abject submission he gave Jose made Ben hard as rock. Jeff’s throat undulated as he took his first load of piss from the tap, eyes locked on Jose’s dark eyes the entire time. Ben stood up. He had to piss too and knew he had a warm place to do it. The three men were lying in a corner of the big room designed for comfort. A foam mattress, covered in waterproof fabric, and lots of pillows of various shapes and sizes, many designed to elevate a boys ass for easier fucking or fisting, scattered around, was about the only furnishing. They were letting the boy catch his breath after the intense ball torture and electro. Jose had removed his boots and Jeff lay between them, his smaller frame seemed even smaller between the two huge chests. Ben had given him a big bottle of Gatorade, without any GHB, because he needed to stay hydrated, and the bottle lay empty beside him. Jeff was currently resting his head on Ben’s big chest while with one hand he idly felt Jose’s big arms and pecs. Jeff paused, and flipped over. “How does it work, daddies?” He asked, “Does one of you ever bottom? How do you have sex, sirs? Jose chuckled and reached down and shoved three fingers in Jeff’s boypussy, making Jeff grunt and then start to hump on the fingers. “I love your Daddy Ben,” Jose stated, “And he loves me. But we are both only top—we have never bottomed and aren’t interested in it. We make out and jack each other off.” Ben reached down and added a fourth finger of its own, swallowing Jeff’s groan with a big kiss. “We usually have a third, a sub bottom with a hungry pussy like yours,” he said smiling into Jeff’s eyes.” “In the 20 years we’ve been together,” Jose continued, joining in the make out session, “We have had several boys who were with us full time, sort of a throuple. Some have them have lived in our home, some have kept their own places.” “Can I be your boy?” Jeff asked eagerly. “You very well might be,” Ben said, climbing up and flipping Jeff onto his back, putting the much smaller teens legs over his shoulders and sliding his hard ten inches smoothly into Jeff’s velvet hole. “Yes, indeed, you very well may be,” he said quietly, eyes glazed with pleasure as he started to fuck the beautiful teen. After both men dumped a load in Jeff’s hot boycunt, Jose pulled a big shard out of the box of treats and shoved it deep into the boys hole. He then shoved a big plug in, pushing the shard in deep and hard. Jeff groaned and arched his back. Jose picked him up and carried him, facing his chest, and put Jeff down in the sling. The Tina was already doing its work, and Jeff was began begging to be fucked. Jose grabbed some tit clamps, and attached them to the boys perfect little pecs, smiling darkly when the boy hissed in pain. He grabbed a paddle, and began hitting the boys ass, making him clamp around the big plug. He did this until the boys ass was flaming red and he stopped. He then began fucking the boy with the big plug, pulling it out to the widest part and slamming it home again. Ben came stood beside the boy, feeding him poppers. Seeing that the boys hole would open up wider now, Jose began to punch fuck him with the plug, pulling the it out and then pushing it all the way back in, increasing the speed of it. Jeff was on another planet, thrashing and keening, constantly moving between the desire to be filled and the pain of the hard use of his hole. After about 15 minutes, Jose pulled the plug out and lined his cock up, letting the force of the swinging sling push the boy hard all the way down to the root. The boy arched his back in the sling, mouth open in a surprised O. Jose held the boy still, letting him fully feel what it felt to be taken by his thick fuckstick in one shove. Jeff gave a little scream and then almost immediately his insatiable need to be used returned and he began to fuck himself on the giant cock. Both Jose and the boy were lost to the world, Jose pile driving all around in the boys sweet hole, driving his cock at all angles he could manage, stretching the boy’s hole until it began to squelch loosely. After about 25 minutes, he came close to coming. But knowing a pig like Jeff would want to be fucked for hours, he pulled out and gestured for Ben to take his place. Ben reached into the treats box and pulled out a big shard. Pitting it in his piss slit, he said “Boy, beg for my big daddy cock.” “Oh god Daddy Ben, I need your cock. I need your load, fuck me, please daddy,” Ben practically shouted. Ben lined his cock up, the big shard leading the way, and drove his cock into the boy. The shard melted slightly on the way, but was mostly intact when Ben bottomed out, 12 inches up in the boys guts. He paused as the boy went rigid from the shock of the deep penetration. Ben released a small spurt of piss, pushing the big shard deep in the boys hole. The boy moaned, feeling the burn deep in his hole, and then he began begging for his daddy’s cock. They fucked the boy for hours, bringing themselves almost to orgasm before pulling out and giving the other the chance at his blissful hole. By the time they blew their loads in him, his hole was hanging open, as loose as any pussy. “I think you and I should take a little rest,” Ben said. Jose nodded, “The boys going to still be horny and he won’t get any sleep. I am going to wire him up and he can learn all about pain and pleasure while we relax.” Jose leaned over into the boy’s face, “You still need cock, boy?” Jeff stared intently into Jose face pleasingly, “Yes, Daddy, please use my holes.” “I gotta new experience for you. I gotta feeling you are going to love it and hate it at the same time.” Jose put a thick leather blindfold on the boy and then began to set up. After all the e-stem gear was out, he picked the writhing boy up and he couldn’t resist shoving three fingers and working the boys hole with them while he carried him across the room. He put the boy down on a padded table—damn he wanted to slide his fist in, but he and Ben had decided that was for another day—so instead he slid a thin tube deep into the boy, so deep the boy arched and groaned as it went into a place they had not yet opened. This he hooked up to an auto dispenser filled with a very potent mix of Tina dissolved into lube. He first pumped the equivalent of about ten of its ordinary doses, and Jeff groaned as he felt the burn in a new deeper part of his hole. “Fuck sir, that’s so deeeep” Jeff groaned. Second later he was twisting on the table, “Oh daddy, I need you to use me.” “I am going to use you all right,” Jose promised, “But only after you’ve marinated a while.” He then roughly strapped the boys arms in place spread wide on the table. Taking the boys feet, he picked them up and slid a small triangle cushion under, elevating the boys ass slightly so the Tina lube would go deeper rather than ooze out. He then slammed one of their largest electro-plugs into the boy, loving how Jeff screamed and bucked. After the strapped the boys feet into straps hanging from the ceiling, he grabbed the wooden paddled and administered a short but hard beating, the boy cried out with each blow because it jostled the big metal ball in his ass hard, making him spasm as each blow seemed to drive it a bit deeper Once the cheeks were red and just starting to bruise, Jose reluctantly stopped. “I could best you all day, boy, you know that,” Jose said, “I can’t wait to beat you so hard you cry.” Jeff just whimpered, so Jose gave him his hardest blow yet, the boy keening in pain. “Say thank you daddy, you ungrateful little bitch,”Jose ordered. Jeff managed to squeak out “Thank. You. Daddy.” Jose then wired up pads to the head of Jeff’s cock, and then his balls. He then set the programming of the cock and balls pads to slowly build in cadence of different shocks and levels until spending several seconds, then a few minutes, at agony-enduring maximum. For the anal plug, he chose a setting which tied it to the rhythms of a deep trance electro track one designed for electro play. He plugged the unit into the room sound system, replacing the porn noises with a trancelike beat. He made sure that the video cameras in the area were catching good angles, and walked out the door without another word. Jose went into the big bedroom he shared with Ben. Ben was freshly showered, his hair still a little wet. He had laid out a 1/2 of a sleeping pill for each of themon their respective bedside tables. Ben smiled, “God, that boy is perfection. And he seems to be taking to you even better than we hoped.” Jose smiled, “I wasn’t expecting him to be so good with pain. I think his submissiveness has a dark side—just the kind I like.” Jose’s smile then twisted, as his dark nature peeked out, “Well, this little electro session and then some extended depth training should see how much of a pain pig he is inside.” Ben nodded, smiling wickedly himself, “Can’t wait to see that video, mi amor. Go wash up had we can drop these pills and rest up. Since we are going to save fisting as a future treat, I want us to push him hard on depth training. I want his hole about at its limits for his final fuck.” Jose grinned evily, and headed into shower, thinking how much he loved slow-fucking a tenderized hole. While Jose and Ben slept, Jeff was in another world. At first, the electro had felt good, sending pleasurable tingles all over his cock and balls, and the big thing lodged in his ass fucked him pleasurably—god all he could think about was getting fucked—but as the voltage started ramping up he began screaming in agony, like his cock and asshole were on fire. He was aware enough to know, after the first round, that the pleasure would come back, but that pleasure only partly obscured the fear of the pain to come. After the first few minutes he lost all sense of time and place. Blindfolded he could see nothing. His hearing was filled with the all-encompassing rhythms of the trance beat, a beat that somehow seemed timed to what was happening to his body. And then there was the tube that somehow methodically feeding his hole Tina—he could feel the family slight burn from time, but all it seemed to do was drive a need to get fucked deeper and deeper inside him, making him what nothing but bigger and bigger cocks. After about three hours of light sleep, Jose awoke. Ben was still sleeping—a 1/2 pill usually gave Ben four hours of rest—he slipped out of bed and went to his walk-in closet. He dressed in tight leather crotchless chaps, putting a big metal cock ring to draw even more attention to his massive meat. He clipped nipple clamps, a small cock whip, and a small paddle to his waistband. On his left arm he tied a thick black and grey band and a light pink one, indicating dildo fucking and s/m. The boy would learn, eventually, that he often signaled what the boy was in for next with his clothes—and that he had colored leather and rubber bands for everything he was into. He then applied a thin sheen of body oil to his torso, using a special pad on a long stick to get his back. The oil glistened, and as intended, made his muscles pop. The boy had been blindfolded for several hours and Jose wanted the boy to feel like Jose was the embodiment of his fantasies. He would also have the boy lick all the oil off at some point, further making him aware of his masculine strength. Jose slipped quietly into the room, wanting to watch the boy without him knowing. Jeff’s entire golden body was covered in a light sheen of sweat, his golden hair plastered down around his face. His eyes were red and swollen—the pain had made him cry at some point. Jose watched the boy go through an entire cycle, his cock jumping as the pain caused anguished screams. Still moving quietly, he clicked the program off and took on manual control, really giving it to the boy hard. After giving him increasingly hard jolts, he paused. The boy panted, but then soon he was squirming as the fire deep in his hole took over. Jose slowly ramped only the channel controlling the plug in Jeff’s boypussy, giving him longer bouts at each level. When he got to the setting that was sheer agony he left it there, the boy screaming in agony, for a full five minutes, as the boys screams became increasingly desperate. He then cut power to everything. Jeff remained rigid, as if still in agony, as the last pain impulses reached his head. He then relaxed as much as his tight bonds would allow, panting with tears streaming down his face. Still remaining silent, Jose removed the support under the boy, leaving his ass swaying in the air. He gently removed the pads from the boys cock and eased out the buttplug. He then gently pushed the tube, and it easily slid in another two inches through the hungry well luged hole. He plugged the boys hole with a medium-sized plug and then hung the boy’s arms from straps in the ceiling, drawing them through his legs. The boy was now essentially in the same position as he would be in missionary, with his legas over his shoulders, but suspended. The boy groaned in pain. Moments later he hissed as Jose attached the alligator clips. He was clearly exhausted, which was perfect for what was to come soon. Still remaining silent, Jose began to paddle the boy, hitting first one check and then the other with the small leather paddle. In this position any impact play on the ass was extremely painful, the body being unable to relax, so Jose held back, knowing the boy was feeling much more pain than the same impact would be in another position. After about 5 minutes, Jeff was in agony. He started begging “Stop, sir, please stop.” Jose spoke the first time, “I decided when we stop, little bitch.” He then gave him about 10 much harder blow to each cheek. At this point Jeff was crying. Jose knew the lesson was learned and he stopped. He took Jeff’s hands out of the ceiling straps and slowly lowered him so he was hanging upside down. He pushed the tube in another inch and increased the flow to a slow constant stream and left the boy that way while he moved a couple of bins of depth toys over to the sling and turned down the music to a background level. He then returned to the boy, who was starting to quake as this new deeper dose of Tina started to take effect. He reached down and brought the boy’s mouth to his cock and slid it in. “Wrap you arms around my legs and hold yourself in place while you suck my big cock, boy” Jose commanded. Jose sighed with pleasure as the boy, so hungry for pleasure after all that pain, began giving a pretty decent blowjob considering the difficulties of his position. Jose reached over and adjusted the flow of the lube to a strong stream, he removed the plug and began to lube the boys hole in earnest. He very slowly pulled the tube out, bathing the boys insides with lube, when he got to the boys rectum, he sprayed lube all around, then he pushed the tube through the second ring, leaving it there for a few seconds and then very slowly he pushed it in further, stopping from time to time to leave a thick coating. He worked very slowly, and probably got to close 16 inches, when, based on the boys grunts, the boys hole clearly couldn’t go deeper. He left the lube there for a while, probably 90 seconds, knowing it would pool up and slowly bring the need to be stretched deeper. He then slowly pulled the tube out, reposting everything inch of the boys colon with both lubricant and need. Turning of the flow of lube, he pulled it from the boys ass. Jeff was clearly having trouble concentrating, as his body began to undulate with the need to be fucked. Jose reached up to the controls and pulled the boy higher, so that his mouth was aligned with the dick he served. He wanted the boy to stay upside down just a bit more so the lube could get as deep as possible. He could see the boys legs were starting to tire, though, so it couldn’t be long. He started fackfucking the boy hard, drawing Jeff’s attention away from his aching legs, Jose crouching slightly as he held the boys head and drove it down on his cock. After several minutes of this, Jose decided it was time to move on. He pushed the boy of his cock, Jeff was panting hard and spittle and throat juices ran down his face. His arms hung loosely as he tried to catch his breath. Jose inserted two big shards—the boy cried out at the sharp burn—and quickly slipped the medium plug back in the boys hole to keep the lube in, and lowered the shackles holding his legs, holding the boys upper body until he was lying on the floor. Although Jose knew he wouldn’t move—Jeff clearly needed a minute—Jose wanted to reinforce the boys submission, so he clamped the boys hands together on his stomach. He did the same with the boys ankles, making is very difficult for him to stand. Straddling the boys chest, Jose stood with his hands on his hips, emphasizing his shining muscles. Jeff looked up at him, desire and lust in his eyes. “Want do you need, boy?” Jose boomed. “I need my daddies to use me, sir” Jeff replied squirming and stroking at his torso as much as the tight bounds would allow. Jose got down on his knees, his giant dick directly at the boys mouth. He leaned forward, his gorgeous abs directly in the boys eyes, and slipped his dick deep into the boys throat. “Then drink me, beautiful boy, drink my piss and let me have you body and soul,” Jose said, as he began to empty his completely full bladder into the greedy suckling mouth.

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.”

Part 6 Upon entering the shady establishment the light was dim and the atmosphere was a little hazy due to people smoking inside and not all of it was cigarette smoke. Indistinct rock music was playing over low quality speakers. There were metal support beams, a cement floor, and the walls had chipping paint. The interior looked like an old abandoned factory that was shoddily set up as a bar. I saw various types of men. Short, tall, skinny, fat, some muscular. Many of them in fetish gear and leathers. I was the youngest guy there by a couple decades as far as I could tell. We walked past a chubby bearded guy who looked like a bouncer. He seemed to know uncle Chester. They exchanged looks as we continued inward. It was a little overwhelming being in a place like this. I hadn’t been anywhere this rough. I felt eyes on me from all corners of the room. I had to admit it was feeling quite intimidated but tried not to show it. Uncle Chester found us a table and we sat down with several other men. They were probably the most shady group of guys I’d ever seen. Older men, various body types but no one was in shape. I wore a little smile and tried to be polite. Everyone looked at us. “Chester you old freak. Who’s this young thing you brought with you?” One of the men asked. He was thin but very toned. Veins all over his arms and a raspy voice. A balding chubby bear with a grey beard and large pumped out nipples was next to him across from me. The bear had a small leather vest that covered almost nothing. “Just a new boy toy. Figured I’d show him some of my favorite hangouts.” Uncle Chester conversed with the group of men at the table. We made quick introductions but I could barely remember anyone’s name. Uncle referring to me as his boy toy felt off. But he did say he didn’t want people here knowing I was his nephew. Perhaps it would come off as inappropriate for two gay family members to come to a place like this. But when I thought about it, we kinda already crossed that line. He stole a load from me with his ass and nearly planted one in me earlier. Although he called that a “preview” so did it really count as getting fucked? I’d prefer to think not. I enjoy hanging out with him but some of our play has gone over the line several times. If I didn’t know any better, I’d think he actually was considering me his new boy toy. Chester and the men were recounting past sexual exploits. Their talk was quite graphic. I listened for a while but then I felt something between my legs. I looked down and there was a foot rubbing my crotch. It was the bears foot, sitting across from me. He and the other men were talking to uncle Chester, while he was covertly foot groping me. I didn’t know what to do so I pretended to not notice. My dick definitely noticed though. I felt it springing to life at the contact. “I’ll get us some drinks. You boys chat for a bit.” Uncle Chester got up and left me alone with the men. I don’t think he even noticed me getting groped. “So you’re enjoying your time with Chester?” The veiny man asked. “Yeah I’ve been staying at his place for a few days while I’ve been backpacking.” The bear kept up his under table foot rubbing. At one point he managed to undo my fly and pull my dick out with his toes. He was rubbing my cock with his foot under the table. It seemed wrong to do this sort of thing in public but it was dark and it felt good. I didn’t know if I had the will to stop it. “A traveling man. So you just happened to land in his web? He usually manages to catch all the fresh meat passing through.” “Yeah I guess so. He’s a lively guy.” I tried keeping a straight face and hold back a moan or two. “He he, a subtle way of saying he’s been non stop pumping your ass full of that pancake batter.” That wasn’t accurate but I just awkwardly smiled and nodded. The bear took his foot away. I was pretty hard now. I was almost disappointed he stopped but I was concentrating on making it go down. The bear got up and sat next to me, wrapping and arm around me. “Since you’ve been with Chester I’m sure you’ve been introduced to a lot of kinky fun by now. Your dick definitely responded well.” “Oh Clyde, were you playing footsie under the table? Didn’t take you long to try and score sloppy seconds.” The veiny man chuckled. “He’s a cutie. I couldn’t resist.” He pulled into him and started sucking on my neck. It felt like a bear hug. He was exploring my body with his big hands. His tongue slobbered my neck and collar bone. “Mmm, you’re a delicious boy.” “I think Clyde likes you, Will.” The veiny guy stood up, I saw his dick was out and erect. He wore a cock ring that made his dick bulge red with popping veins down his shaft and an aggressive cock head. He walked over to me and put a hand on me shoulder. “Since Chester has already marked ya, you won’t mind what I’ve got to offer.” He twitched his cock up and down. Pre was dripping from it. Clyde had his hand gripping my cock, stroking it. “I’m not done with him yet.” The bear raised an arm and pushed my face into his pit. He lowered his arm and pinned me underneath. I could barely breathe. His sent was strong and intoxicating. Things were progressing at an alarming rate. “Arther, Clyde, you two playing with my things behind my back?” Uncle Chester came back with a couple drinks. The two men slowly backed off like it was all fun and games. I finally came up for air. My face was covered in the bears sweat. “It’s your fault for bringing in such a handsome little stud. There are plenty of trolls around eyeing him up. We were just keeping him safe for ya.” “How thoughtful of you.” Uncle Chester sat down next to me and handed me a drink. I think it was a whisky neat. “Since you’re letting your hard on fly out Arther, I might as well free the old beast.” “Yeah show us that monster, Chester.” Uncle Chester whipped out his cock. It was hard of course and big as ever. Hard to believe my ass was able to handle even half of that. “So how nice is his ass?” Clyde the bear asked. “Oh it’s heavenly. Will, stand up for me.” Chester pulled me over and turned me around. He saw my dick was out and chuckled. “I’m sure one of you worked him up. They boy is too modest to let it hang out on his own.” He was undoing the flap of the pants and a large piece came all the way off exposing my ass. “See? Ain’t that an adorable creamy peachy?” He held my hips and was showing me off. Arther and Clyde were getting a hand full of my ass cheeks. “Very nice. You should send him over to my ranch. The boys would love to mouth that.” Arther took his cock and was slapping my ass with it. I was relying on Chester to intervene before he got too carried away. “He’s no where near trained for that sort of thing Arther. He hasn’t even taken me balls deep yet.” “Shame. Guess he needs more practice.” Arther pointed his cock between my cheeks and grabbed my hips. With a sudden jolt he jammed his cock in me. I let out a yelp and pulled my ass away. “Careful Arther. Don’t damage the goods. You’re always too rough. Come Will, sit on my lap.” I was more comfortable with the safety of uncle rather than the assertiveness of the two strangers I just met so I was happy to oblige his command. Before I connected all the pieces together, I lowered myself onto Chester’s lap, to get away from Arther’s aggressive cock. But I just traded one cock for an ever bigger cock. Uncle Chester positioned his cock to meet my ass as I lowered and it was too late to move my ass. I came down on his full length and my ass cheeks met his hips. “Ah! Oh shit!” I gasped. Uncles cock was all the way inside me. I felt my guts getting bulldozed. His cock head not giving way at all and asserting its position deep in me. Uncle held me in place wrapping his arms around me. “There. Comfy and cozy. So, Arther how’s the raunch been doing? Business good?” I couldn’t believe it. They were having a casual conversation as if I wasn’t getting impaled on a spike. Chester handed me my drink and continued his conversation. I was trying not to move much. My whole bod weight down on his cock was a much different experience. I was having a hard time adjusting. How long was i supposed to sit like this? Was I supposed to carry on like it wasn’t in me? After a moment Arther noticed I was still having a hard time with it. “Looks like that monster of yours is taking its toll on the boy, Chester.” “He just needs to get used to it. I haven’t been this deep before. Look.” Chester pulled up my shirt and lean me back a little. The other men could see a vague bulge in my stomach where uncles cock was pressing through. “Damn, it’s definitely up there.” Clyde remarked impressed. I took a sip of my whiskey and tried to relax, but it was hard. I contemplated my situation. Once again uncle got his cock inside me. Although this time he wasn’t “preview fucking” me, so did this count as sex? It’s a little alarming how many times today my poz uncle has managed to penetrate me, but so far nothing is coming of it. The two of us are just sitting together while he chats with his friends. Oh… my poz uncle. I have a poz cock raw up inside me. This is bad right? Nah, he isn’t fucking me. He isn’t ejaculating. I think this might be fine. Admittedly, it was a little embarrassing to be having his cock up my ass with a bunch of shady strangers onlooking, but everyone’s casual demeanor kinda put me at ease as my body was adjusting to uncle’s length. Chester and Arther talked about mundane things. Clyde was watching the bulge in my stomach. Periodically uncle would twitch his cock and it could be be visible through my abs. The initial shock was gone but my insides still felt like they were being rearranged. As Chester and Arther talked, Clyde put his foot on my stomach and rubbed his sweaty sole up and down. Uncle Chester took notice. “Ooh I can feel that through his belly. It’s pretty good Clyde.” He kept rubbing the cock bulge in my stomach with his foot. Uncle Chester was receiving a foot job while it was still in me. I felt uncle’s cock harden more. His conversation continued with Arther casually but his voice was sounding slightly strained. His cock was twitching more and my abdomen was being pinched between a meat pipe and a bear’s foot. Clyde was pinching his nipples and looking at me. His foot pumping never stopped. He looked over to a corner of the room that looked like the bathrooms and back to me. As if to say in a single glance. ‘I’ll take my turn with you next in there’. I wasn’t sure I wanted him to fuck me but his foot action felt good and his nipples were so long I wanted to know what they tasted like. Oh god, am I really thinking such lewd things already? As I was thinking to myself I noticed uncle Chester wasn’t talking anymore. The table conversation died down and now everyone was focused on Clyde rubbing Chester’s cock though my stomach. Chester’s hands were balled into fists and he seemed focused. Arther was playing with his cock. A couple other men at the table were watching the show as well. “This may be a first for me. Are you getting close?” Clyde asked Chester “…almost.” He grunted. “Nice, pop a load off for us Chester. How does that death stick feel in you boy?” Arther encouraged. “It’s okay…” I muttered. It was getting easier to endure but it felt like uncle’s cock was getting harder inside me, growing bigger. The both of us were sitting still, the only movement coming from Clyde rubbing my stomach. “You’re being modest. Chester takes some getting used to and you look like you’re dying there he he.” “He should be… mf.. broken in after this…” Uncle was having a hard time getting his words out. He grabbed Clyde’s foot and moved it upward slightly. “Right there Clyde… that’s my tip… oof… focus on that spot…” Clyde was now rubbing the ball of his foot on the area just below my ribs. He was massaging the spot in little circles. Uncle Chester was really enjoying it. “Will… you’re doing a good job… just endure a little longer for me... fuck Clyde…. Now I remember… why I like ya so much…” It was a strange turn on. I was mesmerized on Clyde’s big meaty bear foot working on my belly. Thinking back to uncles house, I was wondering if Clyde would want me to lick it for him. Arther was approaching like he wanted one of us to suck him. He was stroking his cock as he was rubbing my shoulder. “Hey Clyde, it’s on its way, keep up that pace… oh fuck…” Oh crap should I be getting off? “There! Trains leaving the station. Agh!” Uncle Chester’s body stiffened. I quickly tried to get up, my ass taking forever to slide off uncles cock. Only the tip was left just inside my ring as I felt it spasm. Arther pushed on my shoulder, causing my ass to slide a few inches back down onto uncles cock. “Agh… fuck… yeah, deeper!” Uncle grabbed my cheeks and squeezed them tightly around his shaft, as he grunted. “Unf! Oomf!” He thrust his hips up to dig in deeper. His ass lifted up off the chair, his hands pull my ass down. His cock pulsing as it sunk its way balls deep again, causing a bulge in my stomach from his rockhard mushroom head. “Ah, fuck! Flooding your colon! Ah!….ohhhhhhhhhhh.” Uncle Chester let out aloud grunt than a long satisfying exhale. I resisted against Arthur’s hand and pulled my ass up off of uncle Chester‘s cock. His head left my ass with a pop and several ribbons shooting up in the air. It covered ass and part way up my back. It was so hot and thick. Shit, did I get off in time? Uncle Chester stroked the last few globs from his cock and his flow stopped. The guys at the table seemed slightly amused. As if it was something they saw many times before. Was this place really that’s sleazy? I figured we would have gotten kicked out for doing some thing that lewd. But no one seemed too phased by it. I for one had quite the adrenaline rush. My heart was beating, my ass was sore, and I was slightly out of breath. Arthur position himself behind me, rubbing his cock on my cum covered ass. He positioned the tip at my home and tried to push in. His tip was just parting open my loosened sphincter when I quickly made an excuse. “I’m gonna go to the bathroom.“ Excused myself from the table to get a moment alone so I could collect my thoughts. I’m sure I could handle this type of scene, but it was a little much all at once. When I entered the bathroom, I was alone there. I wanted to examine my ass to make sure there was no cum inside me, but when I inspected with my fingers, my ass cheeks and hole was completely glossed in uncle’s sperm. I wasn’t going to stick a finger inside, or else I might push his poz cum in. I cleaned off with in one of the stalls and was ready to leave when someone came in. It was Clyde, he followed me into the bathroom. “Hope you loved my foot action boy.“ He groped my chest and was pushing me back into the stall. “It felt nice… I should probably get back…” “Did you get loaded up good?” “No, or I don’t think so.” “I should inspect your ass, see if any of that old disease spreader paste is gunked up in ya. Turn around.” “That’s not necessary…” “You can trust me boy” Clyde turned me around and bent me over the toilet. He sucked on his fingers and shoved it up my ass, swirling it around. “That’s a nice warm ass. But my fingers are no good. I need to use something a little bigger“ That’s when I felt him withdraw his fingers and point something meatier at my hole. I knew what it was. He was going to shove his cock in me. I pulled away and got up to leave, but he grabbed my head and brought it down to his chest. One of his long nipples poked my lips. “Suck on daddy’s milker.” He held me tight, but at least it wasn’t him trying to fuck me so I opened my mouth and started sucking on his large nipple. It was salty and firmer than I was expecting. He seemed pleased with my mouth action. He reached down and rubbed my crotch, my semi hard cock getting fully erect again. “Good boy. Enjoy these man tits. I pump them every day for boys like you to suck on.” I went back-and-forth between his nipples, ravenously sucking, and gently chewing on them. I think I had a new kink awakening in me. I lost track of time of how long we were there. At one point I had to withdraw from him. He seemed pleased, but not entirely satisfied. “Im not done with you yet. I’ll get old Chester to lend you to me at some point.” When we exited the stall, there were a couple older men there pissing. They looked at us curiously. Clyde left first while I bent over the sink trying to get a drink of water to cool off. “What a cute round ass on display.” One of the old men remarked. I felt hands grab my ass from behind. When I looked in the mirror, I saw one of the old men behind me. He was probably in his 70s. He was thin and very sickly looking. Dark sunken eyes. Shirtless and sagging chest with a wrinkled leathery body. Black leather chaps with no pants or underwear. In the mirror I saw him adjusting his cock behind me. “Hey are ya gonna ask the boy if wants that dirty thing in there?” The other old man asked. “You saw him getting passed around earlier. I don’t think he cares.“ He pressed his cock against my hole and grabbed my waist with his bony fingers and thrust his hips forward. His cock slammed in. He was average in length, but he started fucking me with enthusiasm. “That’s right, let grandpa treat your slutty ass, right. Oh yeah, gonna fill ya with my old jizm.” I was gonna pull away and get him off me, but the old man didn’t last long. “Oh fuck yeah!” He planted his hips deep and his whole body trembled. I felt his cock spasm several times inside me as the old guy moaned. “Ohhhhh, fuck. Haven’t had a young ass like that in years.” He withdrew and stepped away. I fell to my knees, creeped out that some guy as old as my grandfather just unloaded inside me. The other old guy was stroking his cock the entire time. He also has an average dick but his balls were huge like two plums. He looked like he was ready to blow. He came over to me and shoved his cock in my mouth. It taste like piss and old fish. He started desperately fucking my throat. “Oh yeah, you’re gonna swallow all this.” He didn’t let me get away. It took him a minute, but he eventually burst in my mouth. Oh my god, it tasted foul! It was like his balls turned rancid and they were pumping my throat full of expired mayonnaise with the same consistency. His hands pulled my head into him tight. His balls rested on my chin, twitching with each spurt. I only had two options, either swallow all of it or let it fill my lungs. “Oooh fuck…” he grunted. It kept coming! His crotch had a musky scent, his cock kept pulsing in my mouth. …Three *gulp …Four *gulp …Five *gulp …Six *gulp …Seven mouths full of his strong harsh cum. It was foulest thing I ever tasted but I managed to swallow it all without gagging. Once he finished he sighed in satisfaction, and let go of me. A small glob oozed out his tip. Is was gelatinous and had a translucent pale yellow color, as if it really was rancid mayo. Gross, is that stuff really fermenting in my stomach right now? “Nice job boy. Most guys end up throwing up on my horseradish, but you kept it down. I gotta go see to some friends, but I promise you next time I get you to myself my load is going up that ass of yours.” Both the old men left, and I was finally alone again in the bathroom. I felt nauseous and violated, but finally there wasn’t anyone else around. I was getting a little worried about my popularity among the crowd. A lot of these men aren’t the types I would normally fool around with. But uncle wanted to take me to a spot he liked so I’m trying to be open minded about it. Ugh, my stomach hurts, what the hell was that old guys cum made of? “Looks like you’ve been having some fun in here.” Uncle Chester was standing in the door looking at me. He seemed amused. His cock was semi-hard and sticking up a bit. “Uncle Chester! I’m sorry, they were kind of forceful…” “It’s alright Will. I was hoping you would find some playmates here. I new you’d be popular. But did I hear that right? Did you really swallow Saul’s load? All of it?” I put a hand on my stomach and felt it gurgle. It was embarrassing knowing that I was digesting that old troll’s nasty, thick cum. “Yeah, I didn’t have much of a choice. I was surprised about how much there was. It’s like it wouldn’t stop.“ “Yeah, old Saul has been known to be the most voluminous cummer around these parts. He usually shoots out half to a full cup, although it’s not the best tasting jizz there is. I’m just surprised that you managed that. As kinky as I am, I don’t swallow that stuff.” As messed up as it was, I was feeling a little bit of pride, knowing that I could handle something uncle Chester thought was difficult. But on the other hand I felt quite dirty from it. “It wasn’t that bad, I was able to swallow it just fine.” A bold face lie. It was the worst thing I ever tasted but I was feeling a little cocky. I didn’t want to come off as too inexperienced around here. I’m just glad I didn’t have to do that again. “Oh, really? Okay then I’ll invite Saul over more often. Since you like it so much, I want to make sure you get to experience it when he has properly prepared. I think his record for cumming is a pint.” What?! That’s impossible! There no way I could swallow all that! My stomach gurgled again at the thought of it, or perhaps that was because my body really didn’t like digesting what was already in me. Uncle Chester walked over to me as I was still kneeling on the ground. His dick was eye level with me. He held my chin and gently rubbed his cock on my face. “You look like you have a bit of a tummy ache there Will. How about I give you something to help with that? Remember during our twister game I told you I would give you a special treat? Well, I originally came in here to piss, and your mouth is at perfect urinal height.“ “You want to piss in my mouth?“ he was tapping the tip of his cock on my lips. “I want you to enjoy drinking my piss Will. Everything in my bladder emptied out down your throat. That should help make your tummy feel better after swallowing all that yummy Saul cum.” “But uncle, I can’t-“ He slipped the head of his cock in my mouth. “If you can swallow all of Saul, then this should taste like candy by comparison. Just relax and enjoy it. It’s my special treat for you.“ Uncle put his hands on his hips and arched his waist forward. “Close those lips tight Will. You don’t want to spill any.“ Uncle closed his eyes and let his head lean back a little. He took a deep breath and exhaled as he relaxed his body. “Oh yeah. Here it comes.” My mouth was immediately flooded in a salty tangy fluid. My uncle was pissing in my mouth! Instinctively I immediately started gulping down as fast as I could. Uncle Chester was moaning as it flowed. Gulp after gulp, I swallowed uncle‘s piss as best as I could. He had a lot in him and my stomach was getting really full. I felt his urine sloshing around in my stomach, mixing in with Saul’s thick horseradish. I can’t say it tasted good, but it was far better than what I just swallowed a moment ago. Eventually uncle’s flow slowed down and came to a halt. I sipped up the last few drops leaking out of his tip. “Good boy, Will. You did a great job on your first time with piss drinking. How was it? Good?“ “Yeah, it taste great uncle, I loved it.“ I lied with a disheveled tone. He was so enthusiastic about it, that I didn’t want to disappoint him. I might have laid it on a little thick. “Excellent! In that case, there’s a new rule with you staying with me. Every time I have to piss it’s going either down your throat or up your ass. You are now officially my toilet nephew he he he!” Oh god, I should not have said that ‘I loved it’. Uncle’s house rules are changing drastically. We will need to discuss that rule later. I hope he remembers that I’m still his nephew, and not one of his recon hook ups. I got up to my feet and washed my face off in the sink. Uncle Chester was rubbing my ass. “What’s this white stuff leaking out of your ass? Did one of those dirty old men dump a load inside you?“ “Um, yeah, one of them did. The older leathery one.“ “Oh, then that’s fine. No harm in that load. At least I don’t think so. It’s been a while so I don’t know what he has. But I can’t leave you messy like this.“ With that uncle Chester dove his face in between my cheeks and started licking the cum off my asshole. “Ah…” I gasped at the feeling of his tongue down there. He was swirling it around my hole and digging it inside eating up that old man’s cum that was left behind. It felt amazing having a tongue in my ass. I’ve never been rimmed before. Even if it was from my uncle, I couldn’t help but melt at the service. After several minutes of rimming uncle came up and held me. We stared at each other in the mirror. His cock hot dogging between my cheeks. “Your ass tastes divine Will. Ain’t that a cute sight. You look so much like your father when he was younger.” “Thanks uncle.“ That made me blush. As he held me, he wiggled his hips around and positioned his now fully erect cock between my cheeks, poking his cock head against my asshole. “And this thing likes the taste of your ass as well.” He dug his hips forward and started to bury his cock up inside me again. I broke the embrace and turned around. Uncle’s cock sliding out and now poking my belly button. “I know you like to play around but perhaps we shouldn’t be doing penetration?” “You managed to enjoy yourself penetrated on my cock earlier.” “Yeah that was okay I guess. But it was in front of a lot of people and I didn’t want to make a scene.” “We definitely made a pretty good scene. I even blew a load deep in yah.” “What?! Really?!” “Nah, just kidding. You just barely made it off.” “Oh good!” I sighed a relief. I was worried wither or not I cut it too close there. “Or did you? He he he” Uncle Chester was nearly mocking with his tone. “Come on, that’s not funny…” “Oh relax Will. All bottom sluts get pozzed eventually.” “But-“ “Okay no more of all that. Come on.” Uncle guided me out of the bathroom and back into the dark industrial bar. The two old guys and Clyde were chatting with Arther at the table. They glanced in my direction across the room as if I was the topic of conversation. I was morbidly curious as to what they were talk about. Uncle Chester was walking me towards a different part of the bar. It was a long hallway with broken windows and a metal spiral staircase leading down into pure darkness. “This first floor is just the bar and lounge area. Down here is the cruising area. Kinda like a bathhouse.” The first floor wasn’t cruisy enough?! Men just have casual sex and no one bats an eye. How could downstairs be any worse? “Uncle Chester? I’m not sure I’m ready for that.” “Uncle? Shit Chester. This is the nephew you wouldn’t stop raving about?” Arther was behind us. Probably on his way down to the ‘official’ cruising area. “Whoops, guess the cats out of the bag.” Uncle seemed more amused than upset. Like he was caught trying to pull a prank or something. “That means you brought untainted goods here. Oh he’s gonna be popular. I’d love to fill him up.” “Well that’s up to him, but I’d love to watch you fuck his brains out and fill him with your assorted concoction.” As Arther walked past us he stuck a finger up my ass making me jump a little. He sucked on his finger as he descended into the abyss. “Well, I figured you’d be getting plenty attention as is being a handsome young man around here. But now I guess the dirty old fuckers around here will be extra on the prowl.” “Maybe we should head home?” “Nonsense. The night is still young. And you might find an ass to unload in that ain’t too grizzled. That is if you’re not busy getting fucked.” “I don’t think I want to get fucked down there.” “Tell ya what. If someone tries fucking you that you don’t like. Come find me and I’ll slide my cock back up in you. That way they’ll see your ass is occupied.” I was trying to make sense of how that logic worked. But before I could get a word out, uncle Chester guided me by the hand and we were making the decent down.

I woke up cold. We'd drifted off, after our exertions and hadn't gotten underneath the duvet. I lay there, unsure of what to do. Should I wake him, or snuggle closer and his body to keep me warm? Either way I needed to use the bathroom first. I tried to extract myself from his arms without waking him, but I was unsuccessful. The man I'd met hours earlier stirred and spoke to me. "Are you leaving?" He asked me. "No, I just need to piss," I answered, getting off the bed. "First door you come to," he told me. "Are you cold? I'm freezing," he said, moving to get under the blanket. I walked out of the bedroom and into the hallway, finding the first door in the darkness. The light made me recoil, blinded. I relieved myself and wondered what time it was. After I'd finished, I left the light on and went to my clothes, still in a pile by the door into the apartment. I fished my phone out of my pocket; 3.3am. I didn't make much sense of the timing. I was so tired, maybe we'd stayed up longer than I'd thought. I did work 3 loads out of the man. I walked back to the bedroom, feeling a chill creeping in. The room was dark as I dropped my phone onto the padded chair next to the bed and climbed under the covers. I shuffled towards the man who'd bred me only an hour or so before. "Welcome back." His hands grabbed me and pulled me to his body. "You're freezing!" He exclaimed. "You should have said something." "I only just woke up," I told him as my body shuddered, accepting the warmth under the blanket and a man against me. It was still dark when I woke up. I'd drifted off again. This time my dick was hard and I could feel another hard dick against my butt cheeks. I moved, pushing my back and my ass into my new dom. "I was hoping you'd wake up soon," he whispered in my ear. He moved his arm on top of me up, licked his fingers and moved it back underneath the covers. "Unhh," was all I could manage, as his fingers rubbed his spit across my hole. I felt his hand move off my ass before his thick cock pushed against me. I relaxed my hole and angled myself towards him, to make it easier for myself. My hand moved towards the seat, trying to find the bottle of poppers. I found my phone, dragging it towards me, before dropping it and moving my hand back. Finding the small brown bottle, I snapped my hand to my nose. His fat dick was already inside me when I was uncapping the poppers, frantically seeking help. "Huff those poppers, boy." I was ordered. "Deep breaths." I didn't know how he could see me, but I did as I was told. I sniffed deep and hard at the bottle under my nose twice, before capping them and thrusting my hips back towards the dick inside me. We both moved slowly, enjoying a slower fuck. I moaned and grunted, enjoying his thick raw dick. "Thank you, Sir. I fucking love you inside me," I said. "Mhmm. Yeah, you like raw dick, don't you? Tell me you love it raw." "Raw is law, Sir. I love it raw. I haven't used a rubber since I was 20." I confessed. "Good boy. Good boy," he said, each word longer than the last. Our hips thrust against each other for a long time. I was starting to tire out when I heard him say "I'm gonna have to crank it up a notch if you want another load, boy." "How do you want me?" I asked. "On your front, don't move." I rolled onto my front, away from him. His dick slipped out, making me moan. I kept my body still as I reached for the poppers again. My top moved over me, lining his dick up to my hole, still under the duvet. Cold air rushed in at my back, as he lifted himself off me and I started inhaling the poppers. "You want another toxic load, boy?" I answered as I exhaled. "Yes, sir. Knock me up." He pushed inside as I exhaled again. "You're gonna get it, gonna get infected. You want me to convert you?" "Yes, please. Give me what you got, I need it, poz me up, Sir," I begged. The man on top of me started to pound at my hole. I felt his sweat dripping onto my back as he talked dirty to me. "I'm gonna give you my bugs. You're gonna get it, boy. Tell me you want HIV. Beg me for a poz load." I obeyed every instruction. I kept my body still, whilst he fucked me hard and fast, replying to his poz verbal. "Give me everything, Sir. Give it to me. I want HIV, infect me. I need poz cum!" After a few minutes, I felt him shudder. He thrust deep and hard, then lay down on top of me. I grabbed the blanket and pulled it back up over us both. A few minutes more, he spoke to me, "Suck me clean, boy. I thought you liked ass to mouth?" I pulled his cock out of my hole and shuffled down the bed to find his softening member. I opened my mouth and enveloped him, tasting his toxic cum and my bloody cunt. I couldn't taste much blood, wondering if I'd dodged the bullet tonight. 'Time will tell,' I told myself. Slinking back up the bed. hoping to be spooned for the rest of the night, I was met with a white plastic strip in front of me. "You're neg, boy. Your test is negative." "I'd almost forgot we did that," I said, moving my back against his chest. "Me, too... I'm glad you're neg. I hope I get to change that," he said, before throwing the test onto the chair and wrapping his arms around me.

We lay together in silence for 20 minutes or so, I wasn't keeping track of time. My dick was still hard and ready for more, but was starting to relax. I decided to keep myself hard, in hope of coaxing more from the man cuddling me. I started to pump my dick, slowly. "Are you still hard?" I was asked. "Yeah. I usually stay hard, after I cum," I replied. "That's hot, not many guys can claim that. I don't bottom too often, but I'd love a multi-cummer." I didn't know what to say. I blushed, facing away from him, whilst he cradled me. "Maybe if I get to top you in the future, I can show you what it's like?" "I'd like that a lot." He told me. We lay together for a while in silence, before I decided to break it. "When did you get pozzed?" I asked. "One test had a vague red line about six weeks ago. I had a solid red line a month ago. I think I was properly poz probably about two months ago. It's hard to say. I only did home tests," he explained. "Only home tests?" I asked, surprised. He had seemed so confident earlier in the evening. "Yeah. I still have them. Let me show you," his tone was eager. The top peeled away from me and rolled over the bed. Opening a draw, reaching inside and rummaging around, he fished out a couple items and rolled back across the bed towards me. Wrapping one arm back under me and the other over me, he released a handful of small white objects onto the bed in front of me. "These are my tests," I was told. There were four, small, rectangular objects in front of me. They looked like covid testing strips. My stomach dropped, as I understood what was in front of me. HIV home tests. "What order do they go in?" I asked, hoping he'd lay them out for me. His hands started moving, one trapped under me. Shuffling the pieces around, lifting each one up past my face and up to his own, I watched intently. A timeline was written out in front of me. One single red line, followed by another single red line. A faint second red line and a solid second red line. Silence followed his final movements. "Are you okay?" He asked me. "Yeah... I didn't expect this sort of confirmation, to be honest." I answered. "Are you sure you're okay?" I was asked again. I turned over and put my lips to his. Breaking the kiss, I spoke. "I'm okay." I told him, "Your profile was honest and I messaged you. I initiated." I paused. "I'm okay." We stayed there for a while, cradling each other. "Do you have another?" I asked. "Another load? Of course!" He answered, moving his hands and his body against mine. My dick responded instantly, but I spoke to him instead, "I meant another test, Sir." I encouraged his movements, frotting my dick against his. "I think I have one that I didn't need," He said. "Don't move," he told me, before pushing himself off the bed and leaving the room. I lay still on his bed, waiting for his return. It wasn't long before he returned to the porn-lit room, his dick hard and bouncing between his legs, with each step. "You need to prick a finger, boy!" He sounded excited. "I've not done one before, Sir," I told him. "That's okay, I only did one when I started chasing, too." I stared at him. I didn't expect him to be a chaser, let alone a successful chaser. I was dumbstruck. The bear grabbed my hard dick, pumped it once and shuffled closer across the bed to me. "Don't be so shocked, boy. How do you think I got pozzed in the first place? It wasn't an accident," he said, almost whispering into my ear. "How do I do it?" I asked. I realised instantly that I wanted a series of tests to spread out in a time line. Within a couple of minutes, I had done my first home HIV test. We had pricked my finger and the man helping me had sucked my finger after squeezing a drop into the plastic strip. "Thank you, Sir," I said to him, leaning in for a kiss. "You're welcome, boy," he said, as we broke apart. "We'll do another in a month or so." He was rubbing our dicks together again. "Does your hole got another round?" I practically jumped at the suggestion. I spat downwards, at our dicks and grabbed his, rubbing the moisture around and down to his pelvis. "Yes, sir." I murmured. I pushed the man I'd met that evening onto his back, climbing onto his hips and lined his dick up to my loosened hole. I sat back, reaching out for the poppers on the bed beside us. I moaned, feeling a stretch to my already abused hole and lifted back up. My hole started to relax around his thick cock again, while he grabbed the brown bottle and uncapped them for me. The bottle was lifted to my nose. "Inhale." I did. "Hold." I did. "Release." I did. I rode him for all I was worth, my hole screaming to me that it'd had enough. "Knock me up, Sir. I'm ready for another load," I moaned. I wanted the next test we did together to show two red lines. I wanted to know that the second line was his. "Give it to me. My hole is yours, Sir. Please poz me," I begged. "You're mine, boy. Don't you worry. I'm marking that cunt, boy," he growled. I rode him, rubbing his chest and leaning in to kiss him while we spoke to each other. "You enjoying my risky dick, boy?" "Fuck yes, Sir. I wanna risk it all. Breed my cunt with your poz dick. Give me your risky load!" I ran my hands up his belly, over his chest and pushed his arms up. I leaned down into his armpit for the first time, taking a deep breath through my nose. I loved it. Musky odour filled my nostrils, making my dick even harder than it was. "Fuck, Sir. You smell so good." "Yeah, you like that? A day's work and no spray? Pig!" He grabbed my neck and pulled me back down for another whiff. I breathed in deep. again. "Good, boy." I continued to ride his dick while sniffing his pits, my dick leaking on his belly throughout. I was enjoying the verbal, his body odour and his dick in my sore hole. After a while, he grabbed my dick. "We're gonna cum together, boy," he said, pumping me. "Tell me when you're close, I can blow any time." "Tell me you're poz again," I begged. "I'm poz, boy. I'm HIV positive. I'm not taking medication. I'm not on meds. I'm infectious, boy. My load is at risk of converting you." He said, thrusting up into me. I wasn't riding him anymore, he was fucking me and working my dick at the same time. I moaned, unable to do much more. "Yes. Yes, Sir. I'm not on PrEP," I manaeged. "Fuck yes, boy! No meds, no PrEP." He was shouting. "No rubbers. No fucking protection. Take it! Take it! Bug chasing cunt. Take it!" His final thrusts timed with his words, left me slumped on his sweaty chest. "Thank you," was all I could muster. He guided my legs down, alongside his own with his hands, held my back and rolled us on to our sides. Coaxing my head up off his chest, he kissed me. "I'm so glad you came," he whispered. "Thanks for coming over." "I'm glad I came, too," I replied. "Good. You should stay the night. I don't have to get up in the morning. Will you stay?" He asked. I nodded against his shoulder.

For the first time, I dared to defy his instruction. Instead, I stood up to kiss him, my hands still holding his dick and cradling his balls. Our mouths met in fiery passion, tongues swirling and lips pressed against each others'. "Thank you." I said, once our mouths had parted. "You're welcome, boy. Are you chasing?" "Sort of. I've been hoping to find someone like you. You're my first gifter top. I've never had an unmedicated load," I told him. I blushed and looked away. He grinned and pulled my chin back towards his, kissing me again. "I'm glad I'm the first. You're my first, too. Chaser, I mean. I only converted a couple months ago." I stared at him with wide eyes. "Thank you, Sir," was all I could think to say to him. "Back on the bed." I did as I was told. I moved half a step back, laid down and pulled my legs back to my chest again. I watched, as the attractive man grinned at me and got on his knees. My dick started to leak more clear liquid again, when my new favourite person pushed two fingers inside me. "There's two, boy. You want three?" He asked. "Mmhm," I moaned back at him. I was enjoying two, but knew his dick had stretched me out. I wanted more. He was working my cunt so well with just two, I was dying to know what he could do using more. I felt an extra finger, moaning at him again, enjoying the feeling of him working his poz load inside my hole. "That's four. You're gonna take a fist, soon!" "Yes, please! I want your fist up my cunt. Stretch me out, Sir!" I felt him pull out completely and swap hands. As I opened my mouth to moan for the swap, his first hand came up to my face and he forced his four fingers into my face. I slurped on his fingers, sucking his load into my throat. I moaned at him in ecstasy. I was loving his dominant stance and I was loving his sleaze. I wanted to take everything he had to give me. "Mmmm," I moaned around his fingers. "What was that, boy?" He asked, pulling his hand back from my face and began using it in tandem with his other. "Fuck, Sir. You're using me so good. You're making me so hot. Thank you. Don't stop," I blathered. I couldn't stop. He was making me feel so good and I wanted him to know. The muscle bear kept working my hole with his hands, while my mouth encouraged him and moaned in pleasure. I kept using the poppers he had given me earlier, keeping my hole relaxed. I felt a turning point, once he had been spitting at my hole and his hands for almost a full minute. "I need you to huff those poppers a few times, boy. Big breaths, or you won't get my fist tonight." I almost panicked. I wanted his fist so bad but was scared of the lack of lube. I knew I wasn't in charge, so had to accept I was getting fisted with only spit and his cum as lube. I decided to trust the poppers and took a deep breath, holding it. I let it go slowly, before taking another and repeating the process a third time. I murmured my assent to him, nodding and making eye contact. His knuckles pushed hard against my hole, while I tried to relax, letting his fist inside me. My moans turned to deep growls as his twisted his hands slightly back and forth. I took another deep hit of poppers and felt his fist slide past my hole. "Good boy," he elongated the words, almost growling back at me. I couldn't form words, only deep guttural moans in reply. I nodded my head, making sure he could see I was along for the ride. I huffed on the brown bottle once more, before dropping it and holding my legs back, relaxing my hole and trusting the man with his hand inside me. My cunt was worked hard. The man alternated hands and speed. He directed me when to use poppers, how deep and how many breaths. I was in pig heaven. My hole was getting stretched out with a toxic load as the lube. My top spat on his hands over and over again, even getting me to join in the lubing process. I was incapacitated, barely able to move without his direction. Eventually, he slowed, only using one hand. I finally recovered from my stupor enough to look back over my dick at him. One hand inside me, the other on his own dick. "I'm hard again," he grinned. "Do you have another load for me?" I asked. "You fucking bet I do, boy. Ask me for it properly." "Poz me. Give me another toxic load, Sir. I want your strain." I told him. He pulled his hand out of my hole, making me growl again, as his lifted his other hand off his dick. He showed me both in the light of the TV, still playing porn. Both had streaks of red, the left, most recent from my hole had more. "Ask me again." "Fuck, Sir." My dick pulsed again. I didn't think I'd bleed. It was a done deal at this point. I was already eager, now I had no choice. "Infect me. Make me toxic." "Good boy," his smile was predatory and I loved it. The man stood up, his thick dick wet with my hole and what spit he'd offered and pushed himself into me for the second time. "You're so fucking loose boy. I'm gonna make you my boy. MY boy. You understand?" He asked me. "I understand," I told him. "I want to take your strain. I want your load, your toxic dick. Make me yours, Sir." "Fuck yes. Dirty little chaser. Bug chaser." I could only moan in pleasure back. I didn't know I'd enjoy being called a bug chaser so much, but I could feel my dick straining between our bodies. "Slow down. Slow down, Sir." I begged. "Let me enjoy my pozzing." "Oh, you wanna go slow? Savour my toxic cock?" He goaded me. "Yes, please. Yes please, Sir." He slowed his pace, pulling out further before plunging all the way back in, eliciting deep moans from me. "Tell me you want another toxic load, boy!" "I want another toxic load, Sir," I recited. "Give me everything you got!" I added. "Hnnnh," he stared down at me, before clamping his hands down on my throat. "Take that dick, boy. Take my dirty cock. You want my load? Dirty fucking bug chaser. Nasty little cunt. Look at you, offering your loose cunt up with no questions asked. No fucking PreP. Dumb little cumdump. Fuck! FUCK!" He yelled. I was in paradise. I ran my hands from his buttocks, up his back and over his shoulders. Down his arms, to his slick hands, back up to his pecs and down his torso. I rested two of my fingers on my hole, on either side of his girthy dick. I felt his hands lift from my throat and I gladly gasped for air. "Open your mouth." I opened wide and stuck out my tongue, making eye contact with the man inside me. He spat, slowly, letting a string of saliva stretch from his lips down to my open mouth, He spat again, breaking the string and spreading it out across my face. He chukled again. "Good boy." "Thank you, Sir. Fuck that's so hot," I told him. "I'm getting close boy. Tell me you want it, bug chaser." "I want your gift, Sir. Infect me. Give me your bug. Please, poz me up. Please give me your toxic load. I want it. I want your load," I begged, round and round. I used every phrase I'd ever learned to ask him for it. "Hnnngh. Uhh. Fuck! Take it. Take my fucking load. Take my strain. Get it, boy. Get pozzed. I'm fucking pozzing you!" I felt his dick swell and pulse for the second time that night. I wrapped my legs around him, holding my hands on his ass, pulling him into me. "Thank you, Sir. Thank you. Thank you." I was halfway between a whisper and whimper. I held him there, inside me for the next few minutes, while he panted on top of me. I moved my hand up and down his back, caressing my gifter. I congratulated him and thanked him again and again. Ten minutes later, pulled his torso off me, grinned and kissed me. "Mm, you're a great fuck, boy. Don't tell me your name. You're just "boy" for now. Fucking hot. Suck me clean when I pull out," and collapsed back on top of me. My dick was still hard, pressed between us. After another few minutes, my new top pushed up, back and pulled out of me while standing up in one smooth motion. I knew my orders and followed them to the letter. I rolled myself down, off the bed, kneeling in front of my gifter and grabbed his balls, pushing his mostly soft dick towards my mouth. I sucked, cleaning every bit of wetness off him. I enjoyed it and from the sound of his moaning, so did he. As I sucked, I figured now would be my last chance to get off in his presence, so I started working my own dick. I concentrated on how loose and sore my hole was feeling and on how his dick had made me feel. I knew I had an unmedicated load inside me, two even and let myself get to climax as fast as I could. "Ah, ah, ah. Stop that. Stop!" He batted my hand away from my dick. "Let me." I stopped sucking and looked up, shocked. He'd been so dominant throughout our session, I hadn't considered him playing with my dick at all. "Get on the chair," he said. He pointed to the chair next to his bed. The wide, padded one I'd first found him on. "Pick your favourite pozzing porn. Or fisting. I'd prefer poz." I got up and moved to the chair, grabbing his phone and selecting a highly verbal pozzing scene. I sat how I'd found him, wide legs and dick pointing up. As he moved forward, he dropped to his knees and wrapped his arms under my legs. I was dragged to the edge of the chair and had my legs forced up again, like he was about to fuck me again. "Hold your legs," he told me, before grabbing my balls and swallowing my dick. He worked my dick like a pro, like I had tried to work his earlier. His eyes were soon streaming as he bobbed his head up and down. Just when I was getting close, he stopped and moved to work my balls. I loved it all, I had been moaning the moment he dragged me back down the chair. After my balls, he moved further down, onto my hole. I was loose and sore, but he made me crave more again. I could hear his moans and enjoyment, it turned me on even more. One last suck on my hole, before he held his tongue flat and moved himself all the way back up, over my taint, my balls and up my dick, to swallow it again. This time, he inserted three fingers and played with my prostate. He meant to make me cum and it only took him a minute. I couldn't help but drop my hands to the back of his head, with my dick in the back of his throat and his fingers manipulating me from the inside. "I'm cumming," I slurred, as my dick exploded and my hole clenched around his fingers. I pumped my hips into his face and he took everything I gave him. He was happy to take it. Once I'd stilled, he pulled his fingers out of my hole and offered them to me, shiny from his toxic loads. I gladly accepted, sucking them, as he had sucked me. He pulled his fingers out and met my mouth with his. We enjoyed a sloppy kiss together, while he lifted me clean from the chair and dropped me onto his bed, where he pulled me close and breathed a contented sigh.

define "wokeism"

Here's another viewpoint, and it's a two-parter. First, (and I know opinions are very spirited on both sides of this one) now that there are multitudes of hookup apps, it feels to me like a lot of men don't have the same drive to go out and meet men face-to-face, or go to events when they can find someone online to get off with. Of course it's not the same as going to a sex club, party, or other event, but for many of them, convenience wins out the majority of the time. I for one much prefer going out and letting things happen based on physical chemistry rather than photos and conversation that may or may not be accurate. Second, (also spirited opinions on both sides) cruising used to seem more edgy and exciting. We had spaces that were more protected and everyone there was on the prowl. Now that the dwindling gay spots we have left are filled with gays, straights, bachelorette parties, etc, they don't seem so special anymore. Bars that once had strict dress codes, men-only spaces, dark rooms and so on can seemingly no longer survive on the old model and they need any customers they can draw in. Some people, me included, don't enjoy getting down and dirty with drunken Shelley and her bridal party shrieking five feet away. This sounds like an issue mostly limited the US though. From conversations I've seen, Europe doesn't seem to have this problem, or if it does, it's at least to a lesser extent. While acceptance and not having to hide anymore is generally a good thing, it has watered down the experience. What I've mentioned applies to regular bars, though, not necessarily sex clubs or fetish events. I've been to plenty of fetish events that have both men and women, gay and straight going at it like the pigs we are, and in that context I have no issues with the mixed crowd. Everyone there is like-minded. I guess in the end, there are still safe spaces, things have just shifted a fair bit.

Chet was your average middle-aged gay man. He lived near a major city, had a good job, dressed well, and seemed very average. There was one thing most people didn’t know about Chet, and that was his desire for pnp play that involved fisting. He had a playroom behind a locked door in his basement and only invited a few friends over for play. He also had an affinity for dildos and had amassed quite a collection. Over the years, he had gotten everything from small butt plugs and life-sized cock dildos, but then he started going for the larger items. One item that he had and had never been able to take was his large Crackstuffers Bulb dildo. It’s almost 11” long and over 4” around. One Friday night, Chet invited his friend Doug over for a pnp and fisting session. Chet trusted Doug to keep quiet about their activities. Doug came over around 6:30 with a bottle of wine, looking more like a dinner guest than a guy who was about to have a fist shoved up his ass. When Chet answered the door, he was clothed in khakis and a polo shirt, but Doug knew there would be different clothing once they started. Both guys liked leather and had a good selection of jocks, harnesses, chaps, hats, and more. They’d change into them before entering the playroom. Chet led the way downstairs, bringing along some beverages for them to drink while partying. There was a little changing room outside the playroom, also kept locked, which Chet opened now. This is where the leather was stored. Chet went in first and changed. From there, he could enter the playroom directly. Then Doug went in to change into leathers. The first time each guy would see what the other was wearing was in the playroom. This was all part of their ritual. Chet had selected a black leather jock and vest. He had gauntlets on his upper arms, too. At 52, he had a well-toned body covered in a light dusting of hair. Doug, 48, selected black leather chaps and a harness. He had a leather ball cap on his head, too. They sized each other up and stated their appreciation of the outfit that the other had chosen. Chet’s jock strap was new, which Doug noted. Now, it was time to get spun. They indulged in all ways, but tonight would be a slam night. This meant that Doug would spend the night playing through most of it. They sat on the leather sofa in the playroom, the various leathers making random sounds as they rubbed up against each other. Chet had already prepared the slams. Each got a .3. They were both able to self admin, so it was a matter of raising a vein, swabbing it, inserting the point, getting the flash, and then go flying. Once they were rushing, Chet went to the sling. He got in, adjusted the stirrups, and laid back for Doug to enjoy him. Of course, Chet would enjoy this, too. Doug started out by lubing Chet’s hole. They would freeze small balls of Crisco for this purpose. Chet moaned and shivered as each icy ball was delivered to his ass. They would melt quickly, providing an excellent surface for fisting. Next, he applied a generous amount of XLube to Chet’s ass and hole and more to his own hands. These two played together so often that they knew each other’s likes, dislikes, and capabilities. In this case, Doug knew that Chet liked an early insertion. So, after a short time massaging his hole and sticking several fingers in, Doug shoved his hand into Chet’s ass. Chet looked ecstatic to take the fist, and Doug was happy to give it. Once he was in, Doug started to really work Chet’s ass. He would pull back so that his knuckles were stretching Chet’s opening and would also dive deep to get to the further parts of Chet’s body. Chet and Doug worked well together, each intuitively knowing what would make the other feel good. Chet would occasionally sniff some poppers, which caused his ass to open even more than usual. After pleasing Chet’s hole, it was Doug’s turn in the sling. He got in and got settled and then Chet approached. While Chet likes a quick initial insertion, Doug likes it to take some time. Chet added frozen Crisco to Doug’s hole and spread some lube around but started out inserting only one finger. He would work it around Doug’s hole and shove it in and out. Eventually, he added a second finger and repeated the process. Before adding another finger, he would get a nod from Doug that he was ready to increase, Eventually, all four fingers and a thumb were added. Doug was enjoying the stretch as this grouping worked its way into his hole. Doug always likes a snort of poppers before the first insert, so Chet waited while he did this. Then, Chet waited a moment more to let the poppers take effect before plunging into Doug’s ass. The look of bliss on Doug’s face said it all. This was a man who was born to be fisted. Chet worked his way deeper into Doug’s ass. He knew that, towards the back, there was a large space that could accommodate his hand. The fact that it drove Doug crazy, too, was an added bonus. Again, Doug liked poppers before having this area violated. Chet let him sniff, then a slight delay before his searching fingers found what they wanted. When Chet entered the area, Doug let out a groan and flexed his ass to allow better access. They played this way for a while and then decided to take a break. They had some drinks and sat on the sofa chatting. They’d occasionally tweak a nipple, stroke a cock, or finger a hole (either their own or the other’s), but this was not sexual. Finally, Chet decided he wanted to be fisted again. He got in the sling, and lube was applied anew. Since they had been fisting earlier, the insertion was easier. Doug’s hand pretty much slid into Chet’s ass. Also, due to the earlier fisting activities, they were more daring now. This was when they introduced twists and turns, flexes and extensions of fingers. Chet’s hole was opening nicely and gaining a good gape. Chet asked to be fucked by one of his dildos. He had his favorites, and Doug picked out a good “starter toy” for his friend. He lubed it up and inserted it easily into Chet’s hole. This toy was long but not very thick, so it was able to get deep into his ass. There were also times that Chet rode the dildo, working it in and out as he swayed in the sling. The next dildo was thicker but not as long. It was a bit of a stretch, but it went in pretty easily. Doug knew that Chet viewed this toy as a transition item meant to bridge the gap between two other toys, so he didn’t work with it for very long. The next toy was the one that was Chet’s normal end. It was quite thick and long, with a smooth texture for easy entry and removal. Doug lubed it up well and teased Doug’s hole with it, inserting just the tip as he passed over his friend’s hole. Then, Chet was ready for it. Doug took aim, applied pressure, and, with the help of poppers, the toy slid into Chet’s ass. His look of triumph was exhilarating to see. Chet and Doug fucked around with that dildo for a considerable amount of time, really expanding Chet’s hole. Then, it was Doug’s turn in the sling again. No slow entry this time; instead, Chet slid in quickly and easily. Doug gasped, but it was clear that he liked the sensations. Chet went deep at first, knowing that Doug’s ass could accommodate him. Then, they moved on to some width play, with Chet stretching Doug’s hole with his knuckles and fingers. Now, it was Doug’s turn with the dildo. Chet selected a reasonably sized toy and lubed it up for insertion. Doug’s ass accepted the dildo easily, and he smiled as it went through his body. Chet slid the dildo back and forth inside Doug’s ass, delivering sweet sensations to his friend. The next dildo for Doug was a large one. Chet lubed it up and placed it against his chest. Doug took a few hits of poppers and then started to push on the toy to get it to go into his ass. They both had to stop a few times, but it did pop into place. This toy has a bulbous head which tapers down to a more reasonable size. Once it was in, Doug liked to ride it. Chet would hold the dildo, and Doug would take some poppers and then start to move back and forth on the toy. It was a joy to see, and he enjoyed it very much. Time for another break. This time, in addition to some beverages, they packed a pipe and smoked some. While the rush is not as intense or as rapid, they both appreciated the ability to control intake with smoking. After the break, it was back to the sling for Chet. This was mostly a repeat of the earlier session. Fisting, followed by the same toys. Things were more intense since they were more opened up (and spun), but it was a mostly similar session. Chet got out of the sling, and Doug got in. Again, they did an amped up repeat of the earlier performance. But, in the end, Doug asked for another toy. Neither of these guys had ever taken this one when they played together. It was long and very thick and would definitely be a stretch to take. Chet got the toy and lubed it up. Before starting the insertion, he asked Doug if he was sure, Doug said yes, and expressed that he didn’t need to take it. He’d be OK with just getting some of it in his ass. So, Chet started pushing the dildo into Doug’s ass. He’d get a little bit more in, then take a break. A little bit more, and another break. Doug did poppers occasionally to help open his ass for the toy. Try though they might, they could not get the whole toy in Doug’s ass. They took another break for drinks and more smoke. The breaks allowed them both to relax and cool off from the earlier sessions, but they were also an important part of their friendship. Chet got in the sling. The performance was mostly a repeat of earlier, ending with the big dildo. However, when Doug pulled it out, he asked if Chet wanted to try the toy that he had not succeeded in getting into his hole. Chet was reluctant, but, as Doug had said, you could always stop if things got too intense. So, Chet agreed to try it. Doug lubed it up, and they followed a similar pattern to what they did with Doug. Insert, pause, insert again. At one point, Chet reached back and felt that there was only about a quarter of the toy left to go; Doug had gotten a little over half of it in him. Doug told Chet to do a big hit of poppers. He did, and then Doug pushed on the dildo. It popped into Chet’s hole completely, with no need for breaks. Chet had to reach down to verify that for himself, and he was amused that he had taken the whole thing. What goes in must come out, so Doug worked to release the toy from Chet’s ass. There was some suction on it, but he was able to remove it slowly. He knew that the sensations during removal are very similar to the sensations at insertion, so he knew that Chet was down for a wild ride. Then, Chet got out, and Doug got in. Fisting, dildos, but he said no to the biggest toy, letting his friend bask in his success. The two played some more, showered, changed, and went upstairs. Doug stayed the night. When he got home to his husband the next day, he said, “You’re not going to believe what Chet took last night!” “What?” said his husband. “The Crackstuffers Bulb,” said Doug. “Fuck, that really is one of our favorite toys, isn’t it? It feels so good going in and coming out”.

My first attempt at writing. I hope people enjoy ______________________________________ PART 1: I'm Jason average white 33 yo man who takes our for fun football league too seriously. I've been playing on this one team for about 5 years now and we are decent enough. Our team has one gay guy on our team, His name is Jackson. Tall, hairy and firmly in the muscle bear category. All out girlfriends and wives say if he was straight he would have had every one of them, so we were kind of glad he stuck to the men. He's pretty aggressive in the field but it's well known that he is the receiver in his relationship. One day after a particularly hard loss we are trying to figure out what happened. "Jackson what the fuck happened out there, you werent stopping shit from getting past you" I yelled "I know my head wasn't in it today, I won't let it happen again" he replied looking like a wounded puppy. I calmed down at my teammates clear state of hurt. "What's up man this isn't like you?" "Brandon left me for some college twink" "OH shit. Well fuck him then. You just need to have a good night out and by this time next week you'll completely forget who Brennan was" "Brandon" "He doesn't matter, the team will take you to your favorite bar and we'll get you laid. The hottest guys won't be able to keep their hands off you" He perks up a bit at that idea "thanks guys" he finishes packing his gear and heads out. "What the fuck man" the team captain said "we aren't going to a fucking gay bar. Having him on the team is one thing but going out with him is too much" the entire team nodded in agreement. "Well if you want him playing better we have to do something" I answered, silent stares from my team, "fine, I'll do it myself" That Friday night I kissed my wife goodnight as i was going to crash a Jackson's house since it was closser to the bar. I dressed up in a black button down and jeans so I was a bit surprised when he answered his door in skin tight jeans, a wife beater with some black leather underneath. He looked me up and down for a min then said "Yeah you're going to stick out dressed like that come in I'll get you some gear" Gear? What does he mean by gear? I followed him inside to his bed room and he throws a bunch of leather on the bed and "try this on and we'll go from there" I hesitated for a min "I've seen you ass naked ever week for the last 5 years hurry up already" I turn my back to him and slowly put on his leather which fits pretty well and the smell and feel gets me hard right a way. Confused at the pleasure I'm getting I check myself out in the mirror. I'm dressed in leather pants tall leather boots and a leather vest. All black with bits of red pipping all over it. "Perfect" he exclaimed at my clearly uncomfortable face. "Let's go now" He lived about 10min walk from the bar so we walk over. We get to the bar and walk in the dark entrance. "Can I have a bag for our clothes" he asks coat check. As he straps of the wife beater and jeans. We throw that and a shirt I wore to cover up a bit while we walked over in the bag and pay to store it. I now got to see his actual outfit. It was simple. Just a harness, a jock strap and boots, all with yellow pipping similar to my red. "I usually wear rubber for what I want to do tonight but I got a last minute desire for leather" He enter the bar and I follow behind him. The bar was dimly lit and smelled of sweat. The bar proper was at the front with some seating around it and near by, at the far end of the room was a more open area with a smaller bar and some small standing tables. I think the back area might double as a dance floor on different night but tonight it just had people standing and talking or so I thought. Jackson was right, if I had worn my clothes I would have stuck out like a sore thumb everyone was wearing leather rubber or neoprene I stare at the decent size crowd and I have no idea what I've gotten myself into. We go to the bar and order drinks we spend most of the night chatting and I try to be his wing man but I think I was causing more harm than good. I thought the entire night was a bust until we came back from the bathroom with the biggest grin on his face and the closer I get I notice he's wet too now. "What happened to you?" "Quik bj then the guy rewarded me with a quick golden shower" stunned I changed the subject. I didn't know how to handle all this new information about him being kinky. "I was expecting you to have invited some gay friends too to help with things I didn't know too much about" "Yeah all my gay friends were more Brandon's than mine so when he dumped me, they did too. I take it no one else from the team wanted to go to a fag bar." "Hey!!!! just because they weren't comfortable coming to a gay bar doesn't mean we use those kind of words when you aren't there" "I know. It's my word I chose because I like being a fag not because I thought you used it" "OH why would you use fag then?" "Because I am one" "Why because you're gay?" "No it's because I'm a fag" "What does that mean?" "I'll teach you over time" For the next few hours Jackson chats with some guys as I stay awkwardly by the bar. Jackson comes back to me after chatting with some buff hairy guy in a fancy hat. "I think that's it for the night, thanks for coming with me" he said. we got our clothes and started walking home "I'm just glad you had a good time, was it just the one guy in the bathroom?" "Yeah" too bad the buff guy at the end seemed interested in you" "he is, but that's a more long term thing. I told him I wanted to wait a bit longer before pursuing what he wanted" Getting to his house I go to his room to leave his leather in there. I struggle getting the tight pants off because of the alcohol but he helps me balance myself and I get them off without killing me. "Am I just on the couch?" "Nah you can have the bed ill have the couch" I lay down naked on his bed and start to doze off a bit when I feel a light touch on my thigh "Hey what are you doing" I asked "Thanking you properly for being there for me" he start to massage my thighs a bit and it feels really good so I don't protest any more. And then I feel something wet and warm on my abdomen I look down and seem him kissing and licking me. "Wow dude I'm not gay" I try to push him off me but he is bigger than me and seems less drunk than I am. "Don't worry dude, just enjoy yourself" he keeps going and brings his kisses lower and lower until he's licking my shaft it's all feeling good and I'm thinking the is the best feeling I have had in a while then he put my cock in his mouth. I have to agree with the say gay men give better head. This was possibly the best blow job I have ever had in my life I was on cloud nine but my drunk head kept going back to our conversation about him being a gmfag earlier "What did you mean earlier by teach me about being a fag" he doubled his efforts and embarrassingly quickly I finish in his mouth. In the haze of my climax and the alcohol I don't hear what he says but I feel a ring go around my softening cock and a cold piece of plastic cover it and I fall asleep as he clicks the lock closed "good night my new favorite cock" and he takes a picture.

I go to a bathhouse, the sleazier the better. I strip naked then get someone to use a Sharpie to write “Meth Whore” on one side of my ass and “Insert Toxic Loads Here” on the other. Then, I take a few hits of Tina from the pipe. Next. I start taking cock after cock. I service as many men as possible with my mouth, my hands and especially my ass. Miss Tina keeps me going like she does so well, and her sister Gina does too.. I drink chem piss. Somebody offers me my first slam, but I have to earn it by taking his beer can sized pierced cock without screaming. I manage somehow, then I watch as the needle enters my awaiting vein, making me higher than I’ve ever been. This continues for days. I’ve explored dozens of kinks and served hundreds of men. The room reeks of sweat and piss, with the floor sticky with the cum that’s dripped out of my ass. I finally go home exhausted to sleep it off, having fulfilled my role as the dirty little meth whore I know I am. Once I get the confirmation I’m poz, I get the biohazard tattoo I earned. I go to the bathhouse again, willing to top anyone else anyone who wants to be poz. I’m usually a bottom, but It’s my duty as a poz chem pig to share the gift with anyone else who wants it. Miss Tina is an evil little bitch for showing me that I’m a dirty submissive whore meant to be used like that, isn’t she? She taught me to be a pig, to be used to please men, unleashed a side of me that I never knew existed. I should hate her for it, but I want her to take me even further.

Note: This story may seem really disturbing, but there's something about it that conveys what it was like to fuck bareback before ARVs. It also communicates the power a poz top had over the guys he fucked... It's more of an instructional/cautionary tale than anything... ---------- I've been POZ since '91. I've been one of the lucky ones who never did get sick—at least not seriously. Back then I was so young and scared. There were no cures nor cocktails. AZT, with its chronic side effects, was a joke. Testing POZ was a death sentence. You were consoled by a doctor or counselor, who said you could still lead a long and productive life—if you took care of yourself. I guess that was to make you feel better. Then you looked around, and reality struck you in the face. Friends were dying at an alarming pace. If that weren't enough, AIDS was a shameful disease—a fitting finale to an immoral life. You got what you deserved—that's how they felt. Overwhelmed by my dismal state of mind, I attended a Support Group—one of the more counterproductive missteps of my quixotic life. It was horribly depressing—surrounded by guys with one foot in the grave. I watched with horror and repugnance as they dropped like flies. I was losing friends faster than I could make them. The Support Group only fueled my anger and disgust. With trepidation I scrutinized myself for signs of HIV—night sweats, fever, blemishes, and wasting. They never came, but all around me guys continued to die. Often the simple act of having sex was a death sentence, for you never knew who had it. That uncertainty, coupled with self-imposed abstinence, and a hyperactive sex drive made lapses and slip-ups inevitable. Plus there was a small group of us who purposely continued to fuck raw. Perhaps we secretly coveted the Bug—but to deliberately infect someone was taboo. I kept hearing about certain POZ miscreants who fucked raw and lied about their status; and other more forthright, if misguided, souls who'd vowed to take as many with them as they could. Though I found such irresponsibility abhorrent, IT TURNED ME ON! I was barely 3 months pregnant when I confronted the Unspeakable. I fucked a sailor from a nearby base. He asked if I was SAFE, and I outright lied. I remember the excitement pulsing through my groin as I slid my bare Cock in his tight Mancunt. I remember thinking how naive he was to take me at my word. He was the first sacrificial lamb to fall victim to my ruse. It would ruin his career. His shipmates would find out. He'd end up losing everything—including his life. Visions of Toxic Sugar Plums danced in my head as I plowed in and out. I marveled at the power of my Spooge over his Pussy—the power to condemn him to an ignoble Death. IT WAS INTOXICATING! I knew how my Cohorts felt as they fucked and poisoned the Turds half-witted enough to trust them, how elated the Dude who POZZED me must have felt as he passed me the Baton. TRIUMPHANT! I felt my nuts tighten with the familiar surge of cum. I knew if I shot in him, it might cost him his life. If I withdrew, he might survive. But it was too late. I could not stop. I quickened my pace and pounded his bloody hole deeper. The orgasm was the most stupendous I'd ever experienced. 'Wow!' I thought. 'No wonder the world is awash in BUG JUICE!' My spasming Cock shook me to the core as jets of poison erupted up his ass. Then I felt repulsed. I loathed him and shirked away. The sorry little fuck was still tryin' to jack off. I pulled out, got off the bed, and dressed. "What's wrong?" So innocent. "Nothing, Dude. I'm done." He looked a little hurt, but I had bigger fish to fry. He was just a common little slut not worth the fuss. Besides, he'd soon be dead. It had all been so intense, and my balls ached for more. But the fuckin' slut was dead meat, anyway; and my body needed to recharge. I couldn't get away fast enough. That was my first BUGGING experience, and there were many more to cum. I didn't expect to live more than a few years, so my mission became one of fucking to my heart's content. And I did. I'm sure a lot of bottoms succumbed to my disease, but I survived and thrived undeterred. 'As long as I have an ounce of cum left in me….' The best BUGGING was before '96, back when HIV was a certain death sentence. Of course the fear and stigma persist today, but nothing like it was in the days before the cocktail—when death was much more in your face. After a while, I got bold enough to tell the bastards that I was POZ and they were going to die. Then, later, I'd jack off at home—at their panic and dismay. My favorites were the married guys and bi's who had so much to lose. How many of their ilk committed suicide rather than confront their female cunts—fuckin' cowards all! And how I loved to describe to them the course of the disease. Too bad I didn't get out to their hospices or funerals much. But time was of the essence, and there were so many more NEG Cunts to POZ. Of course with all the HIV Disclosure Laws, today it's too dangerous to reveal one’s status. So now I'm Grade A, STEALTH POZZER No. 1. The dudes don't need to know until they get tested. I'll grant them that largess. By then, the 'who' behind their demise will be but a faint flicker in a blur of bareback sex. Anyway, while this year has not been good to me. My T-cells plummeted to below 200, and my VL peaked at one point to over 300,000, but I'm back in the loop. After battling a number of illnesses over the past six months, I have recovered most of my health and vitality and am on the prowl once again—in the back rooms of seedy bars, cruisy parks, and other lewd and lascivious places. I refuse to take meds because I cannot tolerate most of them and am resistant to others. Anyway, I like living on the edge and love it when my viral load is high. It feels so much more lethal, unloading a TOXIC DOSE in some anonymous man cunt. and more virile than ever—due to my lack of meds. So I'm off to the baths. Surely some of you have seen me there. I may have even coupled with a few of you. I've spread my poison there night after night and many afternoons.

I agree -this site is great for giving us glimpses of things we might have missed out on. But it also gives me the sense that a lot of the feelings and urges I have are common and I'm not alone in it.

I know your type. Mature male, married but separated from your wife. The pale mark where you used to wear a wedding ring gives you away. She moved out because you told her you thought you might be gay. Found herself a boyfriend who actually likes to fuck her. Smart woman. You finally came to grips with your sexuality. You’re gay. You’ve known the truth for a long time. And now you’re here. I like your type, because you’re eager to serve a real man, to be an instrument for his pleasure. It’s what you’ve always fantasized about. Well, before we’re done, you’re going to get more than you imagined. And I’m you’re type. An Alpha daddy. A pure top. When you fucked your wife, you were faking it. You knew you wanted to be the one with a cock buried deep inside you. I have what you crave. Look at my big dick, with a heavy set of balls that you can already imagine smacking against you with each thrust. That’s right. Keep staring, faggot. I bet your mouth is dry right now. You will call me “Sir.” Only real men get to use my name. You’re not a real man. And to me you will always be “boy.” You don’t deserve a name. As I kiss you, I force my tongue into your mouth. To your surprise, you like the taste of cigar tobacco on my tongue. You’re so refined you would never smoke a cigar. You would look ridiculous. Only real men can handle a cigar. What does belong in your mouth is my cock. Get down on your knees. Go ahead and taste it. I’ll let you go slow at first. Your small hands can barely wrap around my tool. Take more. That’s it. This first time I won’t fuck your throat. That’ll come late, after I’ve broken you in, made you my bitch. Like the sound of that, don’t you? My bitch. I’m going to fuck something else now – your ass. Lie on your back, boy. Ah, that’s a nice hole. Tight and puckered. I’m going to ruin it. I like the way you pull your legs up, back and apart, inviting me. That’s how your wife used to do it, right? It’s such a female thing to do. It comes so naturally to you, doesn’t it? How do you think she’d feel if she saw you right now? I bet that thought makes you hot. A rubber? Yeah, I know I said I’d use one. But I don’t cover myself, boy. Do you want me to stop now? It’s not too late. I didn’t think so. You’re too far into this to quit. This is going to be bareback. I’m going to seed you, boy. You like it when I say that. First, a little lube. That’s it. My fingers feel good inside you, don’t they? I can feel you trembling. You’ve wanted this for so long and now it’s actually about to happen…. Relax, boy. It only hurts and burns at the start. There! I’m in past your anal ring. I love that expression on your face. The pleasure has started. And you’re delighted and so proud that you’ve let a real man take you. I just turned your ass into a cunt. God, you’re so tight, even after all that playing with a dildo. Does it surprise you to hear yourself moaning? Your voice is so high-pitched now. I like it when a boy whimpers. Don’t touch your dick. Let it go soft. Let it flap around as I plow your ass. This is about me, got it? Grab my thick arms with your dainty fingers if you need something to hold on to. UMPHH! UH! I’m close now, boy! Here it comes! OOOOH! OOOOH! I just seeded you, boy. Seeded you good. You’re a good cunt for your daddy. Oh, yeah. One more thing I forgot to mention. I’m positive. You’ve got a big toxic load inside you. You’re welcome.

Right! Goals. [think before following links] https://fr.pornhub.com/view_video.php?viewkey=ph63513c3ea6482#1

And it is a twisted little web or maybe that should be a big web that you weave. But we love it.

To the OP, if the unfortunate guy had access to clean douche-water, was homeless, but not wearing the same sweat he was wearing a month ago, sure I would. Probably give him some dough too.

Built for fucking 🙂

As I mentioned before, I’ve been working out very regularly and while I am not ripped, my libido has been off the charts. So I’m at my mom’s visiting and had Grindr up. For about a year now I’ve been chatting with this 24yo Latino slut bb bottom and never played before. wel I messaged him that I was visiting. And wanted some of his beautiful ass and that’s where it all started. Asked me to describe what I’d say to him and told him I’d make him daddy’s slut boy. His pussy was on fire as I described telling him I’d make him say he loves my dick. so as I planned a walk in the evening he text me and said his partner would be gone and could I fuck him while he is blindfolded in his basement. in I walked and found this beautiful brown smooth ass exposed. I said how’s my slit son and he said good daddy. It’s yours. Guys I ate that as like you wouldn’t believe and he MELTED on my mouth. What became a cum. N go deal turned into an hour session where I loaded him twice, between each major fucking deal, I pulled out licked and tongued his hole. He was literally MOANING IN HEAT and I of course only made my efforts better. He said my dick was huge and loves it. After cumming twice I slapped his ass and made him kiss me on the lips and told him to tell daddy thank u. he said my dick was so big and curved so nicely. I blushed 🥰 here’s his ass after I opened him up good.

Not my favorite pastime but my first Daddy was uncut. During one of our first sessions, he told me the next time I was over he'd make sure that I'd get a taste of his. He was true to his word. I was so turned with what was going on that I happily took his cock in and cleaned him up like a good boy. After that, he would sometimes surprise me but I never hesitated in servicing his cock.

Damn...... slurrrrrrrp

Border apprehensions and deportations have been UP under Biden. Republicans torpedoed a deal on border security that was 100% stick, 0% carrot, all because Trump told them to, because he wants to run on the idea that the border is open. That's bullshit. Kids under 10 need to know some basic facts about sex, in age-appropriate ways. What most assholes who complain about this mean is "They're telling our kids that gay people exist" and that infuriates them, because it means they can't control the narrative long enough to raise another generation of bigots. Which is also the point about racism. If children are old enough to EXPERIENCE racism, they're old enough to know it exists. Only privileged white shits don't want children to know that yes, we have some things in our history that we're not proud of. Again, age appropriate, but if six-year old Ruby Bridges can hear "NO N*****S IN OUR SCHOOLS!" shouted at her as she walked into a formerly all-white elementary school, ten-year-old Bethaneeee can learn that her grandfather's generation was the one who did the shouting, and why it was wrong. Most of which debt was run up under Republican presidents or in response to Republican-caused recessions. Did you miss that when Trump left office, fully 25% of ALL government debt was run up on his watch? One reason we help other parts of the world is that we (not just the US, but the European nations from which we descended) stole hundreds of trillions of dollars (in today's money) in resources and slave labor from "the rest of the world". And we learned, in WWII, that if we help our neighbors defend against invasion, we don't have to fight them right at our border. Inflation is down to almost pre-Covid levels. You seem to be thinking that because prices are still high, inflation is still high. But inflation measures GROWTH in prices, not whether they're remaining high. That's simply false, Absolutely, categorically, false. A recession is when the economy SHRINKS (for 2 consecutive quarters). GDP growth in 2023 was higher than in 2022. I don't know whether you don't know what a recession is, or just not how to read economic charts, but this is simply wrong as a matter of fact. Unless of course you're into those KelleeeeeeAnne Conway "alternative facts". Unfortunately, Republicans do everything possible to make sure that people DO have to struggle - they cut all forms of assistance that might help people get ahead, in order to finance massive tax cuts for the rich, which, contrary to the delusional beliefs of most on the right, do NOT trickle down in some sort of "rising tides lift all boats" crapola. Those tax cuts for the rich finance massive offshoring of wealth to tax haven countries, fourth and fifth houses in the tropics or ski resorts in Europe or wherever, yachts that have sub-yachts docked on board for shorter excursions, and the like. What an ill-informed, misogynistic rant. It may well be true that her personal relationship with a former political leader in her state helped her career - god KNOWS that Republicans never, ever, EVER exploit personal ties to get ahead in business or anything else, right? Or is it only a problem when a Black woman does it? - but she's a lawyer who served as SF's DA for seven years, California's AG for another six, and then US Senator for four years. I'd wager she's done more with her life than anyone in this thread. But in the interest of comparing sex practices and careers, I invite you to put forth your accomplishments in both so we can compare.

I’ve been saying this to Friends even before the pandemic. It was utterly disappointing and at times, depressing what happened to this once fabulous and sexually hedonistic, uninhibited city.

In about 20 days I'll be hitting my 1 year anniversary of locking up. So I'm getting really horny and writing these seem to help curve my desires when I can't get bred ______________________________________ Part 3 I'm standing in the stall and I hear the team all pile in. I can't leave because in maked but if intake too long they are going to start asking questions "You doing ok in there man" one of them asks. "Yeah something I ate" I replied. I decide to just wait until they leave. When I hear silence I rush out and throw my gear on and head out to the field. I take a beating on the field. I'm really off my game because of this cage, but I make it through. No one questions anything just chalking it up to the food poisoning i eluded to, but I have to figure this out or people will realise something is up. The next I start going to the gym in the morning so I have an excuse to not change in front of Linda while she's. I get there and the man that Jackson was talking to at the gay bar, with the fancy hat, also seems to go here. We are in the change room and I catch a glimpse of him checking me out. Great this is what I need. Another gay man in my life. He is older maybe mid 50s very well built, similar to Jackson. He is pretty hairy and all he seems to wear while working out is a singlet. He walks over to me and I can smell him right away, sweat, a bit of leather and something that smells vaguely familiar and conforting that i can't quite figure out. "Your that good friend Jackson was telling me about." It was a statement not a question. The smell is strange and I can't think straight. "Yes Sir." I said Sir just to be polite, I think at least. "He's a good man, and surrounds himself with good people it seems" he steps closer almost touching me "I'm Nathan but most people call me Sir Nate or just Sir" "I'm Jason, Sir" just being around him makes me want to do what he says. He starts taking off his singlet so it's just around his waist and legs now, seeing his fully exposed torso I can see all his chest hair and he has a pretty cool tattoo on his left pec. He sees me staring at it. "He told me he's teaching you some rules, when your done with those you'll known what this means" I look away. "I've seen enough medical shows to know the biohazard symbol" looking back at him is see thensinglet is off completely now. Looking him up and down I notice for the first time what he's packing and I hope he's hard right now because if he gets any bigger he's going to hurt someone. "But do you know what it means?" I say nothing, partly because i dont know what he means partly because i just want to see his cock. "Didn't think so. It's always gutsy choosing a straight guy to be your 'rock' after a break up, but I think you'll be good for him." He definitely meant something else but with how my head is I really can't concentrate. He strips naked and his monster just flops forward and sags down. He is not hard. I look up and see him watching me. I change into my work out clothes and run to work out. The work out clears my head, and I go home. Linda is already at work and I'm surprised to find Sean watching TV in the living room. "Hey man, how's it going?" I answered casually. "Better than you I suspect" I freeze. I haven't seen him since that first day so I forgot he was looking at me weird. "What do you mean?" "I just came out to my mom but I have hooking up with men for a while. I've seen a lock fag before" "I'm not a fag, he put it on me in my sleep and I can't get it off" he stands up from the couch, and he walks over to me. This is the first time I really got a scope for his size, I'm intimidated for some reason, hes never made me feel like this before. This cage is really fucking with me. I'm not a small man and yet all these men seem to put me in my place. "The only reason I'll let this fly is after talking to my dad yesterday for the first I think I understand how hard it is to be gay and be married to a woman." "I'm not gay, I promise you, if i could i would take it off." "I don't care just tell her soon, the longer you wait the more it hurts. My Dad is a lawyer if your a good boy I'll get him to help you with the divorce" "You really think your Dad would do... wait no I'm not gay I love your Mom" Why would his dad help me out he doesntn know me. He doesn't say anything. He puts his shoes on and leaves. I guess he was only here to call me out, great another person hounding me. I go another 2 days with out any major incidents I still see Sir Nate at the gym every day as he leaves. As the weekend approaches I get a text from an unknown number. *Hello Jason. This is Sir Nate. I got your number from Jackson.* Why did he want to text me. Another text comes in. *I know your wondering why I'm messaging you. I think I can help you with your cage issue.* Oh great Jackson told him. Another text. *start coming to the gym an hour and a half earlier I'll give you physical training and with a few other steps I think you'll have it off in no time* Finally a break. The next day. I'm at the gym at fuck in the morning. I go into the change room and he's waiting for me. "Good morning Sir." I say with a spring in my step. "Good morning" he throws a piece of fabric at me. "Rule 4 a fag doesn't get to choose what he wears, If anything" "What? I thought you were helping me get the cage off not encouraging him" I look at what he threw me. It's a singlet. The legs don't go down very far but the neck and arm holes do great. I look at him with confusion. "I am helping you. He says that he will take it off when you know alll his rules and he's asked me to start telling you some of the rules." He walks over to me and the smell is back, just with out the sweat. "So you will wear singlets at the gym from here on out no exceptions to satisfy rule 4 and if you're with me every morning I can help you with rule 5." "And what is rules 5." "Rule 6 a fag will not talk until indicated that he can talk. Which I encourage you Stat acting on or I won't help you get the rules faster." "Sorry Sir." "No worriws you're learning. Back to Rule 5. A fag will do what it takes to keep their body the way their master likes it." I look at him, my confusion compunding. "I will help you get your body to be that of a himbo, pushing you to your full potential every morning moving forward. And after your work outs you'll go to fag school at Jackson's for an hour." Fag school? If this is what it takes to get the cage off I guess I'm going to fag school, fuck me I'm screwed

I hate it when people spread rumors that aren't true. It's not cool! I'm going to set the record straight now. About a month ago, a hot guy messaged me on Grindr. He was hot as hell! And seemed really cool. So, I invited him over. I'm usually very shy with guys and not a whore. When he sent pics of his big dick, though, I couldn't help but want it. His body was gorgeous .. tall and swimmer's build. And that dick! Damn! So, he seemed cool and all; and I couldn't stop thinking about that big dick of his. I invited Ethan over. Next thing I know, we're naked and I cannot take my mouth off his dick. It was gorgeous and I ran my hands over his abs. It was the first time I had ever been open to doing anything with a guy before. But, I was shocked when he told me that he was poz. I was kinda bothered. I was already slobbering over his dick. Maybe he should have told me before? I knew I should have stopped sucking on him then. But, I craved that dick in my mouth again and just kinda ignored him. I can't believe I did that! And then he asked me, "do you want me to cum in your ass or mouth?" I was very confused. Why would he ask that? Like I'm gonna let a guy with HIV cum in me at all? Are you crazy? So, I said, "warn me when you're gonna cum" and just kept sucking on him. Well, one thing led to another .. he's eating my ass; and it feels amazing. And then next thing I know, I feel him teasing my hole with his big cock saying shit like "I bet you want this, don't you?" Why was he teasing me like that? He knew he couldn't have my ass. Or so I thought at the time. :-/ Make a long story short. I let him fuck me. Crazy, right? But, it felt so fucking good! Noone ever fucked me like that. And he kept his word and warned me that he as able to cum. I just assumed he knew to pull it out. But, he jizzed inside me. I should have been upset or scared; but I was so turned on by him, I came too. I thought that was the end of it. I was exhausted and kinda confused by it all. I decided to put it all behind me. But then, a week or so later, someone messages me on a4a and says, "hey I hear you like poz dick!" And I'm like "uhhh .. no." And then he unlocked his pics, and it was another hot guy with a big dick. Damn, he was hott. What the fuck. Why so many hot poz guys?!?! I asked him how he heard I "liked poz dick" and he said his friend from the gym told him about me. I was upset to be honest. But, his pics were turning me on. I told him that I don't let poz guys fuck me. And he stopped messaging me. A couple of days went by, and I couldn't stop thinking about his pics. So, I messaged him and said "look, I don't usually let poz guys fuck me. but, I can't stop thinking about you. I was shocked as I typed that because it was almost as if my fingers were doing it all by themselves. So, when Jeff (the second guy) came over to my place, I found myself scared and confused again. I told him I would only suck his dick. That's it! He can't fuck my ass!!! Maybe I should have known better this time. Jeff was so hot, he was irresistible. "Want another poz dick in your ass?" He asked. Wft?! Why is he asking me that? I already told him he couldn't fuck me. I just ignored him and sucked his dick. I'll just make him cum fast, I thought. I'll even swallow his cum so that I'm not tempted to let him use my ass. That seemed a safer route. The more I sucked on him, though, the more I thought about him putting his dick in my ass. Uggh! Well, just a few minutes later, I was on my back and he was pounding my hole. I couldn't help it. He was just too damn hott. Jeff insisted that I ask for it, though. I guess he didn't want me to change my mind. So, I told him, "yeah, put your poz dick in my ass!" He's like "are you sure?" And I'm just too turned on to say no, so I said, "use my ass! use my ass with your poz dick!" He drilled me so hard and deep. It was insanely good. I realized I didn't tell him not to cum in me. And I was trying to tell him, but I didn't want him to stop. So, I got another load of poz cum up my hole. It felt so fucking good. Anyways, he was too tired to drive home. So, I let Jeff stay over and crash with me. I woke up later in the night, and I felt him trying to fuck me again. He was prying his dick into my hole. I pretended to be asleep. I don't know why I didn't try to stop him. I was scared, but turned on. Why did he fuck me so good before? In a few minutes, his cock is in my ass again. I still try to pretend to be asleep while he fucked me. But, it's feeling too good. And somehow, I blurt out "yes, fuck me with your poz dick again!" It was the best fuck I ever had. I can't believe it was even better than the most recent two poundings I got. All I can think about now is having Jeff over to fuck me again and again. I just like hot guys. If you have HIV and you're hot, I guess I'm just going to give in. But, I'm not a chaser!

Tricked and Set-up (Part I) My name is Danny. I'm 18, 5'8", 125 pounds, thin and lean with a runner's build. My girlfriend and I were big partiers. We would spend every weekend smoking meth, fucking each other (and whoever else was around). One particular weekend we were partying with this guy, Rod, who really loved to tag team my girl’s pussy with me. He was 22, 6'2", 180 pounds, a hot fucker, lean body with a big dick (about 10” long). We just loved breeding her cunt. After that weekend we became good friends and began to hang out. One weekend my girl said she had to go out of town for a few weeks to visit her parents who lived on the other side of the country. That left Rod and me alone to party and troll for pussy, oh, and we got along well 'cause Rod had a great supply to good shit to smoke. This weekend we decided to hang at his place and smoke a little as he called girls he knew to see if we could get some pussy to breed. As he called he offered me some G. I had never done G and thought, ‘What the fuck’ and drank it down. After a good hour of smoking and him calling we were no were closer to getting laid. We kept smoking and chatted as we got to know each other better. In our conversation he asked me if I ever had a booty bump. I told him that I hadn’t and was curious as to what it was and the effect it would have on me. When he told me it involved sticking a nice size shard of meth up my ass I was not enthusiastic at that prospect, but he said it was a better high then smoking. This had me very curious. Rod told me to drop my pants and he’d give me my very first booty bump. Although I thought it a little weird to have a guy play with my ass, I guess the meth and G gave me the courage 'cause I found myself dropping my pants and boxers, and, on Rod's direction, leaning over the arm of the couch. When I had assumed the position, he lubed up a finger and started rubbing my hole. At first it felt a little strange when I felt his finger slowly push into my hole. He then pulled out and told me he was going to stick the meth. This time he stuck two fingers in my hole along with some meth. He told me I should feel the burn as the meth melts which I did. It felt a little strange as he worked his fingers in deeper until he hit something deep inside me that it sent a shock through my cock and I began to get hard, very hard. A small, involuntary grunt escaped my lips as this happened. Then I felt him slid in a third finger as he worked my hole good. Another grunt escaped my mouth as I felt him begin to work three fingers in and out of my hole for a few minutes. Then as quickly as he had them in me they were gone. He asked me, “How are you doing there bro?” As I began to feel the meth work on me and my hard cock throbbed between my legs I told him, “I’m doing fucking fantastic.” He asked me, “Want a little more meth bro?” “Yes, fuck yes!” Rod placed a hand on my upper back, pinning me to the couch as I felt something hard and large begin to press into my ass. I looked over my shoulder to see Rod guiding his cock to my hole. I attempted to move, but couldn’t and with the meth working in my hole I don’t know if I wanted him too stop. As his cock slid into my hole I felt no pain. I felt a burn from the meth he had place on the tip of his dick as he slowly slid his 10” cock into my ass. I felt his balls snug up against mine and as he bottomed out deep inside me, he leaned down and whispered into my ear, “Now you’re gona know what it’s like to be a bred like a bitch.” Those words cut through me as he began to fuck my virgin ass. In my mind I was screaming 'No, please stop', but my body kept asking for more. Every time he slammed into me I would let out a moan of pleasure. Rod clearly knew exactly what he was doing to me. As Rod used my hole he told me, “I knew the second I saw your tight ass I would be pumping you full of my cum. How does it feel to know that the same cock that bred your girl's pussy is gonna breed your ass?” All I could think was that the situation he described was weird beyond words, but at the same time my cock was so hard with that thought I thought it was going to break off, so I wasn't about to object. Rod leaned down and began to kiss my neck and lick my ear. I made the mistake (or did I do it on purpose) of turning my head to meet his as he kissed me while he had his cock balls deep inside me and we grinding it in hard. He kept on pumping into me as I could feel the sweat begin to drip off his body. He began to pant a little and his thrust began to pick up speed and intensity. He shoved in hard and deep and began to groan. “TAKE MY CHARGED CUM BITCH!!” All of a sudden my cock exploded and I shot cum all over the couch and my stomach.

Mike hit send and then went back to looking at some more post. After about 30 minutes his phone dinged with a text message, he picked it up and looked. He didn’t recognize the number but it was in his area code. Opening the message it read. “Hi Mike, thanks for the interest in my service, I like your state of mind and look forward to furthering this process. My assistant will be in touch with you soon. Thanks again. Dr. X” Mike was in shock reading the text, he had to re-read is several times. He actually got a reply. Was this guy actually in his area? Or was he using an app to use local numbers for clients? Either way, Mike was both nervous and extremely excited with this. He honestly thought he would never hear anything. His mind raced with thoughts about what was going to happen. He was very excited with the thought of possibility being selected, but how was this going to happen? How would the actually work. Mike didn’t have to wait long before he would get his answers. About ten minutes passed and his phone started ringing. Another unknown number but in the same area code. Mike answered “Hello”. From the other end, a soft spoken male voice replied. “Hello, is this Mike?” “Yes it is” Mike replied. ”Hi, this is Jason with Dr. X’s Office. I was calling in regards to your message about the service. Do you have a few minutes to discuss it?” ”Yes I do, and thank you for getting back with me.” ”No problem, I’m glad you are interested in the service, and it looks like you are in the area so that will make travel arrangements much easier. So basically today, I would like to go over a short questionnaire to see if this will be a good fit for you and the Dr. we find this helps to weed out the guys looking for a thrill or guys who are not looking for the right reasons. Does this sound okay to you Mike?” ”Yeah, I’m okay with that and I honestly appreciate it. “ ”Great, well let’s get started and once we have the answers and if you seem to be a good fit, we can talk about the appointment and process involved.” “Sounds good” ”What do you consider to be your orientation?” ”I would say Bi-Sexual ”Are you currently active with both sexes? ”With men more than women” ”Would you still engage in sexual intercourse with women if you are insemnitated?” ”Only with consent and would use condoms if we did. I Have had a vasectomy, but still wouldn’t want to inseminate a woman unnecessarily.” ”Good to know. Are you married?” ”No” ”Have you been married?” ”Yes, I was married for ten years to a woman” ”Children?” ”Yes, two” ”Do they know that you are Bi?” ”No” ”If selected for insemination, will you tell them?” ”Only if medically necessary” ”Okay, now for sex with other men. Are strictly a bottom, or are you a top also?” ”Mostly a bottom, I have topped before, but I prefer bottoming” ”Do you like oral? Give or Receive?” ”I like to give and receive oral” “Swallow?” ”Yes” ”Do you like to be intimate with men, or is it more about the physical act of sex?” ”I’m more into the physical act, I’m not really into kissing and other things with men” ”What’s your favorite way to have sex with men?” “My favorite would be more of an anon scene. Prepped and ready for the top to mount me and use my hole for his pleasure until he cums” ”Do you let them ejaculate inside of you?” ”Yes, I only have sex bareback and always let the top ejaculate inside of me. It brings me pleasure to feel his cum inside of me” ”Do you ever ejaculate while bottoming? Hands free or manually?” ”I don’t usually masturbate while bottoming, I have ejaculated while bottoming though” ”When was your first experience with a man?” ”I was 14, my best friend and I started giving each other blow jobs” “Did you perform oral to completion then?” ”Yes, that was the first time I ever tasted cum” ”Did you like it?” ”Not at first, but after a couple times, I started to enjoy it” “When was your first experience with anal sex?” ”That was also with my best friend, we both tried it with each other” ”Did you penetrate him?” ”Yes, but he said it hurt, so I pull out. I tried to bottom for him then and it was the same. It hurt too much so he also pulled out” “Did you use condoms?” ”No” ”Do you still have sex with your best friend?” ”No, we do not live near each other anymore. We stopped when we were around 16” “Okay, when was your next sexual experience with a man?” ”That would be years later, while I was married, I always desired it, but never acted on it until the Internet became a way to find other guys online. I got together with an older gentleman and we would perform oral on each other, after a few times, he asked if he could top me. That would be my first true bottoming experience. We used condoms.” ”How many times did you bottom for him?” ”Six times” ”When did you start barebacking?” ”That would be my next encounter. The guy I had been getting together with moved out of state, so I started looking online for another guy to have some fun with. I found him on Manhunt. His name is Bill. I contacted him after reading his profile and seeing he was a total top. When he replied he told me he only tops bare. I was scared, but something about him made me feel okay to try it. He is the one who really trained me to be a good bottom and he was the first to ever ejaculate in me.” ”Very nice! It’s always good to have a good teacher to show you the ropes. Are you still active with him?” ”When we can, our schedules are out of sync now. He works nights.” “Besides Bill, do you have any other ongoing active partners?” ”No, all others are just one time or anonymous hook ups “ ”You said you’ve never had an STD?” ”Shockingly, No” ”Okay that’s enough background. If you’re selected for insemination will you continue bottoming?” “I plan to, but will always let the top know my status” ”Condoms?” ”No” ”Will you top?” ”Honestly, I’m not sure. I’m not looking to infect anyone, so that will be something that will have to be determined with time and deep reflection. I can honestly say right now the answer is no, this is about my own path and life. But who knows what the future will hold” ”I like that answer! I think the Dr. will too. Would you ever stealth someone?” ”No. for one thing, I will always disclose my status and let the person know I do not use condoms. The other would be the legal side” ”Good! Okay, I think we’re good with the questioning.” So next step, will be for me to share this with the Dr. He will make the final decision. If selected, I will contact you again and we will go over to whole process, expectations, and any questions you have. Sound good?” ”Yeah that sounds great! Thank you so much and I look forward to hearing from you hopefully” ”I can honestly say that the Dr. will like what he sees, but I can’t guarantee it. Thank you for your time Mike and hopefull will be contacting you soon. Bye Mike” ”Goodbye”’

I ate dinner out that night with some friends. We went to a modestly priced restaurant and had pleasant conversation, a good meal the returned to our respective places of abode. When I returned home I opened my laptop and checked my e-mail, then thought I’d read a story on BZ and maybe edge my meat before going to sleep. I checked out Bugchasing section and scanned over the offerings the scrolled up to the general forum and checked out the tread “Where did you get (or Give) your last load.” I almost always found good jerk-off/edging material there when I came across a newer poster “New2BB4dad” who had posted a description of his first encounter, which sounded not only hot but incredibly familiar. I checked his profile and, while it was fairly basic, not really giving up much except his BBRT nick name, but I realized it Jeremy. I had never laughed so hard before. I hadn't mentioned to him that I was on Breeding zone nor, of course, that I was a frequent contributor to the bug chasing/gift giving fiction forum. Yet here he was, a new user, (or at least a newly registered user on the site), which somewhat explained his obsession with Poz talk and such. I resolved to follow up with him, perhaps without showing my hand, just to see how twisted this cute twink could be. I pulled up my BBRT account and found a message from him thanking me for the pleasant time we had spent together and asking if I would like to meet up again in the near future. I checked back on his profile on BZ and noticed he had registered that very day so most likely when he got home from school he had hit the website. Not knowing if maybe he was stalking me but something seemed to be bugging me about Jeremy, yes after seeing the photo on his bookshelf I was suspicious and had a lot of questions about him. First and foremost was it fate that brought us together or was I the target of his research of who his dad might be? Secondly was, why he had a photo that should be in his mother’s collection of memories, not sitting on his shelf, thirdly I kept coming back to his question when we were chatting about if I was generous. What did he want from me, granted in my BBRT profile I no longer looked like I did 24 years earlier in the photo? Yes my facial feature were similar but I was no longer a twink, I was closer to a muscle bear and I now sported a goatee and sometime mustache. Just so many questions, not that I didn’t think he was hot, he was, he actually reminded me of Amy’s brother. Amy was the girl I had dated in College and used as an decoy from coming out to my parents and family, she was also the one in the picture whom I posed with, for the portrait sitting. We had broken up maybe 6 weeks after we received the prints, with me telling her “it’s not you it’s me, I’m Gay and it won’t work out”, she never called or talked to me after that conversation and I felt so guilty I don’t think I really wanted to see or talk to her. I edged till I was leaking pre-Jizz pretty heavy but soon drifted off to sleep, the following day I had a couple job interviews scheduled, so I was up early and showered and shaved, dressed in a shirt and tie and headed out. After the first interview I was hopeful that I would soon be employed again then I went into the second one, the interviewer was hot and had my bone stiffening by his body language alone not to mention his special intonation on how he phrased some of the questions, making them sound extra personal. I could tell he as sporting a hard cock beneath his slacks as well, but I played it cool and answered professionally and left with a wet spot on my slacks and a semi hard cock snaking down my leg, as well as a good feeling that I might have landed a second part time retail job. it was coming up on noon when I checked my phone to see a message from Dave D: Dude we need to talk, call me when you can M: Does this have to do with the little test I gave you to perform for me? D: are you free for lunch? M: Yeah at the mall currently want me to meet you at that little burger place near your lab? D: yeah in about 20? M: See ya there I slipped my phone back in my pocket and headed for the car, drove to the burger joint getting there just before Dave, told the host there would be two of us then was seated near the door. Dave walked in about 5 minutes later holding a large envelope, he sat down and pushed the envelope towards me D: Dude you are the last one I’d ever thought you would be needing these services but for you I pushed it through and the computer spat out these results mid-morning. M: so without opening the envelope what was the results? D: well according to computer models you are 98.8 % match so most likely the father of this boy M: oh shit what am I going to do now? D: well tell me about him how’d you find him I told him about how we meet up on BBRT and had coffee then went back to his place where I saw the photo, the one that raised suspicions in my mind and prompted me to get the test, luckily Jeremy hair was long and got caught in the head rest. We finished lunch, then Dave gave me a hug, telling me it will be ok. I never let on that that we had had sex, as kinky as Dave had been in the past I wasn’t sure if this fell in his area of comfort. I drove home with the envelope on the seat next to me, not really knowing what my next move would be. When I arrived I took the envelope inside then thought what the hell it was me who oinked him and he probably had no clue he had been fucked and seeded by the cock who made him, and return had seeded the man who gave him life. I remembered I had seen the envelope in one of my old year books so I went to my bookshelf and pulled out my HS yearbook from my senior year and there it was I pulled out a wallet sized portrait and secured it to the envelope with a paperclip. I went over to Jeremy’s and knocked on the door, no answer, I knocked again, still no answer so I left a brief note asking him to message me when he had a chance. I figured he was in class or at work so I wasn’t expecting a quick response. I headed home and pulled up BZ again and edged to the stories in the last load section then flipped over to the bug chasing stories, as I stroked my cock to almost the edge of no return I had BBRT open in the background. About a hour later I got a message on BBRT J: hey what’s up? M: was wondering if you might want to do dinner tomorrow? J: have to work till 7 tomorrow if you don’t mind a late dinner M: I can hold off need me to pick you up? Where you work? J: A&F at the mall M: I knew you had that look lol J: can you cum over tonight I was still rock hard and I was partially thinking with my dick M: sure when you going to be home? J: in about half an hour M: text me when you get home and I’ll CUM over 555-6289 J: cool getting on bus now M: see you in a little bit J: I’m wearing a sexy pair of low rise jeans and I have a wet spot on the front, I need to keep my bag in front of my crotch so people won’t notice M: guess I should throw on some clothes so I can make it to your place J: <J I stopped messaging when he suddenly stopped replying then he messaged me on my phone that he ran out of messages for the month on BBRT. 20 minutes later I got a text that he was home, I threw on a jock strap and gym shorts, along with a loose fitting tee shirt grabbed my keys and headed over, the jock just barely containing my hard meat I showed up at Jeremy’s door and barely knocked when he opened the door and pulled me inside, tossing me up against the door frame as he shut the door and passionately kissing me while caressing my chest and ass. We soon worked our way over to the couch groping and fondling the whole way. Soon we were naked on his bed as I suggested it would be more comfortable, and I wouldn’t have the photo to remind me I was having fun with my own fresh and blood. As we lay on the bed we soon had cocks in the others mouth, fingers in ass. We were getting hot and sweaty and were on the brink of shooting our cum on each other, I had edged most of the afternoon, Jeremy on the other hand had had a hard on in his jeans all through class and work, the friction of them rubbing his cock all day pretty much had built up a sizeable load in his nut sack as well. I suddenly shot my load in his face as he shot onto my neck and chest then pointed it back to my lips as I tasted my boys cum blast into my mouth. We cleaned up and laid back down and cuddled until I awoke next to my boy snuggled in my arms, I looked at the alarm clock on his bedside table and it read 3:30am and I had a choice to either try to slip out or just enjoy the feeling of my son in my arms, I closed my eyes and fell back to sleep. Waking a couple hours later to the sounds of the shower running and my boy joyfully humming to himself. I got up and joined him in the shower, he had his head under the water and jumped slightly as a came up behind him and kissed his neck. I decided to see if his profile was accurate as my semi hard cock was pressed between his cheeks and let my flow begin, he leaned back into me and whispered J: oh daddy you are so bad M: you want me to stop and get out? J: oh no He turned around and squatted in front of my stream and began letting it cover his head and face then took it in his mouth and began suckling it trying to drink down every last drop of my morning piss. As my flow stopped he continued sucking my cock and making it rock hard, he then stood up again and using some conditioner slid onto my cock, he obviously had been playing with his hole to loosen it up before I entered the enclosure since he sank all 7.5 inches into his rectum in one fell swoop, he then began fucking himself on my pulsating tool. It didn’t take me long to blast a load into his needy boycunt. He felt me pulsing into his ass and he began shooting on the shower curtain, long streams of greyish thick gooey cum running down the plastic liner. He got dressed and I retrieved my clothes from the living room slipping my spent but thickening cock back in my jock then pulling on my gym shorts and tee. He was dressed by the time I found my socks and trainers and ushered me out the front door, locking it behind him. Escorted me to my door then gave me a kiss then was on his way to his morning job. I unlocked my door and entered without letting the cat out, walked to the bedroom and crashed on the bed. My alarm clock said 6:45, I was actually tired and dozed off until my alarm went off at 9. I had already showered with Jeremy so I strode into the kitchen and poured myself a bowl of cereal and returned to the bedroom where I had turned the morning news/AM wakeup program on, mainly for background noise once again, but I was suddenly riveted when they reported in the local segment that a winning lotto ticket had been sold at my local supermarket and they were anxiously awaiting for the winner to step forward. The drawing had been two nights ago and I had almost forgotten I had purchased a ticket. I finished my breakfast and rummaged through my wardrobe for something clean to wear today I found a clean polo shirt, and pair of kaki cargo shorts. I had to go to the store anyway to pick up a few items and to get some cash back from my purchase so I could do laundry later that afternoon. I wanted to look good when I took Jeremy to dinner that night. I drove over and did my shopping getting my cash, then on my way out decided to check my ticket, I walked up to the ticket machine, I was lucky for once and there was no line either to the machine or the store customer service window. I chose the machine. I scanned my tickets bar code and the screen popped up “checking for winning ticket” buzz, buzz “WINNER, please see attendant for assistance” Oh great now I had to ring the bell at the customer service window. Ding , ding “May I help you” “Yeah your machine said I had a winner” “Ok let’s see” She took the ticket and ran it through the ticket machine where I could see the display show a ungodly long number, it then printed out a receipt and the clerk reached under the counter and walked back to the window. “Here you go your ticket, the validation and the claim form. If we can get your Name we can post your picture with the big check” About that time the manager came over with one of those big checks and a camera, he talked to the clerk for a second , wrote my name on the top line of the check (the amount had already been filled in) then had me pose for a picture which he then took my e-mail address and said he would send me a copy of the photo. I was still in shock and what had just happened was still not fully registering. I put my groceries into my car and drove home, I unloaded the groceries and went to office to money on laundry card, then went back to apartment, gathered up laundry the put it in the washers. Upon returning to apartment I picked up the claim form and began filling it out following the instructions to a tee. I got to the amount line and was baffled and looked at the validation receipt and wrote down the numbers not really paying attention I checked the box for lump sum and elected to have 40% taxes withdrawn, hoping that it would cover all that I would owe and might get a healthy Refund check on the next years taxes given my current economic condition, I then entered my bank information for direct deposit of the final amount after taxes. I read further on suggesting I contact my bank to expect a large sum being directly deposited. It also suggested contacting legal representation to handle any litigation that might occur upon news of my winnings being broadcast. I had heard stories of relatives coming out of the woodwork when big winners were announced. I switched my laundry to the dryers then proceeded to prepare the claim form for mailing following the directions getting insurance on the envelope and requesting a receipt, alternate claim instructions were to hand deliver it to the offices if the winner was close to a branch office. I decided this was a better choice since my apartment was just a few miles from the offices in my state. I made lunch hen turned on the noon news to see my picture presented on the news, I saw the picture then it was beginning to register I was rich, really rich, really stinking rich. My heart began to beat faster, I had to sit down, catch my breath. I realized that my dinner with Jeremy that night had just dramatically changed, I still had to discuss us and our relationship, I still had to get the answers I needed, but I was now in a position to be very generous.