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Yesterday must have been the night for “stop-by” fucks; we had a similar occurrence but in reverse. A hot fuck-bud of ours texted when we were getting into the car to meet some friends for dinner. “I’m horny and I can’t get up” My husband looks at the text, shows it to me, and says, “Vito’s on the way to the Chart House.” While that wasn’t technically true I said, “We’re way early anyway.” Kent laughs and says, “For dessert maybe.” To which I said, “That looks like dessert to me.” I texted Vito that we were on our way, our dinner friends that we might be “a bit late,” and my husband and I went on making lame jokes about our horny fuck-bud and what we’d find when we got there. What we found was more than we expected. He told us to come around to the pool and there he was on a lounge in the 85° with the sun low in the sky; and his hole was running with cum! Well we all know what happens when a cummy hole is in range! Right there in his very in-private back yard we mounted and spit-roasted that horny bitch on his thankfully sturdy pool-side lounge. He took two loads from my husband, one from me, and he blew a rather sizable (for someone who’d been fucked repeatedly before we got there) one himself which I greedily ate. We all jumped in the pool when we were done and sweaty and stinking beyond belief. The heat hadn’t gone down any because the sun was still on us. We noticed for the first time that neighbors on one side were outside barbecuing; hope they enjoyed the show! Vito offered us his shower to really clean-up but we both said we’d just rinse the chlorine in the outdoor shower and not soap away any of the residuals of our fun. When we got to dinner a mouthy lesbian friend saw us a bit less put together than usual and shouted in the restaurant, “I KNEW IT! They were fucking!” She didn’t know the half of it. Vito texted us a bit later. “Wanna stop by for dessert?”

I felt his cum dribble down my chin as we played with each other's tongue. My arms were around his neck, holding us together and I could smell his pits as he moved his hands over my body. He pulled his face away from mine and I relaxed my arms, resting them on the floor. I looked at him and smiled, before wiping my chin and licking it off my hand. "Such a fucking pig. I love it," he said to me. "Get on the bed with me," he ordered before standing, pulling me up. As I got to my feet, he looked down at my jockstrap and slipped a finger into the waistband. "Take that off." It wasn't a question. I pushed it down my legs and stepped out of the soaking thing, my dick now pointing towards him and shining from the pre-cum that still coated me. His hand grabbed my slick member and moved up and down, pulling my foreskin back and forth and working more clear liquid out the tip. "You know, boy, I think that dick my be even more risky than mine will be, once you're poz." He moved onto the bed, still holding my dick and pulled me with him. "The amount of pre-cum you've been putting out tonight is amazing. I don't think I've seen so much from one guy before." "I just make a lot, Sir. I might even be able to poz someone without breeding them. They'd never know," I said back to him, almost in a whisper. "That'd be fucking hot to see, boy," he told me, still working me as I climbed on the bed. He manoeuvred me to the pillows and lay me on my back, legs spread. "I've gotta get my bug chaser pozzed up first, though." My dick pulsed in his hand as he called me a bug chaser again. He put four fingers in my mouth for my spit and then moved them to my hole, pushing them in. Instead of working my hole, he began to massage my prostate. I moaned loudly, watching him work my body like putty. I melted back into the bed and let him have his way, closing my eyes and enjoying his attention. I felt his mouth on my shaft and heard him groan and then gag. I lifted my legs up, over his shoulders and rested them on his back. "That feels so good, Sir. Keep playing with my prostate. So fucking good," I moaned to him, putting my hands on the back of his head. He worked my balls as he sucked, working more and more pre-cum out of my cock. He moved his tongue over my piss slit over and over, clearly trying to taste and swallow as much as he could. He pulled his head up and off, strings of saliva from his lips glinting in the light of the TV. "Let me know when you're gonna give me that load, boy. I want every drop." "I won't last much longer if you keep doing what you're doing. Dick balls and hole, you're working a huge load out of me really quick, Sir. Don't stop," I told him. He grinned and swallowed my dick to the root again, making himself gag. I hadn't lied to him, I was coming up to orgasm really fast. With a minute or two more of him working me out, I started to breathe more quickly. "I'm gonna cum, Sir. I'm gonna cum." I started thrusting my hips up into his face, while I clenched my legs down on his back. "I'm cumming," I moaned and felt myself explode in his mouth, enjoying shooting my load into the back of his throat. I didn't feel him swallow, though and got excited for a cum filled kiss again. I felt some of my load spill out of his mouth whilst I was still coming down from my climax and slide down my balls, onto his hands. Instead of moving up for the expected kiss, when he pulled off me, he grabbed my legs and folded me up, pointing my hole up to his face. He gave an instructive shove of the back of my knees and a look of command to me, letting me know I was supposed to hold my legs up and keep my hole exposed. I took control of my legs and held still, wondering what his next move would be. He plunged two fingers from each hand into my loose cunt and pulled them apart. I gasped and growled in shock and pleasure as he opened my hole. I watched him as he moved his mouth to my open cunt, maintained eye contact with me and let my load dribbled out of his mouth and into me. I moaned in pleasure again, my dick pulsed and my hole strained against his fingers, but he held fast. "Fuck me, Sir," I panted, "you're so fucking hot. That was so hot, Sir." I moved an elbow to the inside of my knee and use my free hand to start pumping my still hard dick. Once Sir had realised I what I was doing, he spat the last of my load into my hole, slipped his fingers out and started lapping at my gaped cunt. "Mm, keep going, Sir. Please don't stop," I begged. I knew I would cum even quicker this time and even try to slow down. My dick was still slick my first load and my hole was being eaten, I couldn't have slowed down if I wanted to. I came again, this time shooting a small load up my chest. I must have closed my hole around Sir's tongue when I came, I heard him moan and felt his tongue work inside me. As I relaxed and let my legs go, he shuffled my legs around his shoulders and onto the bed. My gifter moved up to meet me at the top of the bed and spat in my face as I opened my mouth to speak to him, before clamping his cum covered face on my own and kissing me deeply again. "I didn't know you could stay hard and cum again, boy. I knew you were talented, but that's special. You're gonna make a great gifter. I'm really glad I found you," he lavished praise on me. "I..." I didn't know how to respond, but felt myself blushing. "Thank you, Sir. Maybe I'll be as talented as you are." "You're cute when you blush," he said, leaning in to kiss me again. After he broke the kiss, he moved to my side and slipped a muscled bicep under my head. I could smell his armpit and I moved in closer to take a deep breath. "Mmm, you smell so good, Sir. I fucking love your pits." I took several more deep breaths, enjoying his scent and moved my hands over his body, enjoying how he felt under my fingers. "Oh you like that, don't you? I almost forgot how piggy you are. Almost," he chuckled. "How about next time you come round we don't shower for a day or two, get really sweaty and you can enjoy me then. I like a sweaty pig, too." "Fuck yes, Sir. I bet your balls will smell great. Maybe go to the gym for me, too?" I asked, looking at him. "Yeah I'll do that and drive straight home, afterwards. Get a proper stink going," he agreed and smiled. "Nasty little pigboy." He moved his face to mine and gave a short kiss. When he broke away, he spoke again. "I have to get up early in the morning, so I think I have to kick you out now." He pulled a sad face at me before giving me another quick kiss. "I have work, too," I admitted reluctantly. I didn't want to leave, I wanted another half asleep breeding and a morning load, too. I moved up and off the bed, grabbed my poppers and jockstrap and received a soft slap on my ass as I bent over to pick it up. He got up, too and followed me down the hallway, watching me get dressed by his front door. Before I could leave, he pinned me by my throat against the wall, spat in my face and kissed me deeply. "Keep my loads in your cunt, bug chaser. Let them take," he released me from his grip and nudged me towards the door. "And I'll see you soon."

Author’s Note: This is intended to be a fantasy story, not just a fiction story. When I say fantasy, I mean that this will have fantasy elements, unworldly, magical, elements to it eventually. I tend to write stories that people do very much enjoy (at least from the comments), yet I am not the best at keeping them running. I do hope this is enjoyed, and I of course hope that I will be more dedicated in my efforts to continue the saga. PART 1 The night itself was misty, the remnants of a stronger storm that had blown through earlier. Closing in on 4am, the wet pavement and puddles reflected the various back alley lights, sparsely populated down the alleyway. The night was still sweltering, a humid, sticky and sweaty night. Jake stepped without care, the sound of his clunky skater shoes, which greatly accentuated his perfectly smooth and pencil-like skinny legs, echoing into the cacophony of the night. The city doesn’t matter, every city has slums, ghettos, trashed areas where people, in many ways, live more freely. Yes they reek of pain and hurt, yet they are abundant in their pleasure. This city, name regardless, the same. The overground foliage to his right choked through the rusty and imbalanced chain link fences running the length of the massive strip mall. Sounds of couples arguing, beats of overwhelming loud music, lovers climaxing all from the homes over the gate, juxtaposed with the moaning of the dark corners of the alley. From cheaters looking for a quick hookup behind a nasty dumpster, to druggies and homeless sleeping in the black corners where the lights could not touch them, the alley itself was a haven for the darkness, for the hidden, for the chaos. Passing under a pulsating streetlight, this one more orange than the last, its muffled sound of an electrical short buzzing high above on the bent wooden pole above him, illuminated his features. Brilliantly beautifully blonde, which natural highlights and lowlights of varying degrees of slightly darker dirtier brownish messy hair, long enough to grab, but barely passing his ear, shone in the brief spotlight. His incredibly slender, tiny, swimmers build accentuated as well. No muscle, just skinny, no body hair, an extremely tight little waist, all legs, no ass. Jake didn’t care if he fit the mold. He believed, no, knew, what was beautiful, what men craved. His hybrid body between male and female, his soft facial features, his willingness to bend femininity partially in his looks, into a more masculine personality, was a nexus of all the right attributes. While his friends, whom he had slept with every one, tried to fit into the new trend of twunk, Jake was unapologetically twink. Passing into a darker part of the alley, he savored the chaos. Another thing that made him different was the darkness inside him. He was still learning to figure out what it meant, but he had come to terms that chaos itself aroused him like none other. His perfect skin coated with a layer of sweat, made him radiate, and he know that anyone in the alley, from their masked areas, their protection of their dumpster hideouts, were staring at him, licking their lips with desire. And truly, he enjoyed every eye his way, regardless of him seeing them or not. His outlook on life was one of much more realism than most. We are what we crave, and we all crave deep down. Profoundly cynical of any higher morals, at 20, Jake felt he had understood the carnal roots that flowed like a river through humanity. The key was unlocking those roots, letting people learn to give in to them, not deny them. It went against what he was taught throughout life in many ways, but he also couldn’t subscribe to a life without ultimate pleasure, whatever the cost. That was the chaos. Jake knew deep down that he was chaos, that he and chaos were the same. He was a burning ball of pleasure, uprooting the norms of society wherever he went, and he made no apologies for it. He craved, to his very core, the feeling of breaking societal norms, to doing the things that felt the most wrong, because in the end, the pleasure that gave him was overwhelming. He drank in the insanity and ecstasy it brought to his mind. As he tumbled through his first two “adult years”, he learned that every step deeper into the chaoe made him desire so much more. Like the term chasing the dragon, it was never enough, and Jake was uniquely positioned to want more, every day, every moment. Passing by a homeless man whose entire life laid bare in garbage bags and a rusty shopping cart, Jake felt at home. This alley, long, narrow, full of mystery and darkness, craving and despair, was so normal to him. The homeless man didn’t give him much attention. He was sure the man wasn’t used to such a beautiful specimen walking near him, yet the man probably held no desires for him either. A shame, because even the slightest interest and Jake would have no issue giving himself freely. That was another mentality that Jake married with his hedonist attitude – giving of ones body freely. Jake wanted to be owned by the world, he wanted to be the boy the broke the bonds of desire and gave men exactly what they wanted. A sharp yet disturbed smile crossed his face thinking about the first time he lowered his tiny ass down on a homeless man. The rush of pure fowlness from the act, something very few people would do, especially at the level of his beauty, drove him forward that night. To feel that man’s hands, shaking out of pure pleasure, as he groped Jake’s 19 year old dream body, made Jake begin leaking profusely down his 5 inch cut cock. He listened to the rhythm of the man’s breathing, as his hole welcomed the homeless mans cock into his warmth. The fast breathing from the man stopped, and indelible sign of him in awe at the pleasure that he was receiving. With the man sitting against the dumpster, Jake straddled him pushing him deeper inside. The breaths started again, but much slower. It wasn’t that the man wasn’t excited, it was that his excitement and morphed into reality, his hands slide up and down Jakes skinny body, less excited, more in awe and craving every inch. Jake’s eyes rolled behind his lids. There was beauty in this. This man, stinking of booze, understood what he was holding. He gingerly grabbed Jake’s boney hips, something that Jake recognized made the man a bit harder, and slowly started working Jake up and down. In the pale combination of the moonlight that night, and the reflection from the orange street lamps, the man could make out the glorious tattoo covering Jake’s back. Jake’s shoulders, covered in what appeared to be angel wings. However the feathers at the bottom of the wings were molting, down his back, on fire. The molted, burned feathers piled in a neat burned pile at the small of Jake’s back, where very appropriately, Jake’s tramp stamp had the word “MONSTER”. Jake had designed that tattoo with great care. His angelic looks represented the angelic wings upon his should blades, but his demonic and hedonistic nature was represented in their molting and burning. He was chaos, he felt he was born for this. The man’s breathing and picked up pace again. Of course it had, Jake was in a trance, his perfect hips gyrated with tenderness yet desire to milk this man’s cock like he never had before. He wanted to give him the ultimate pleasure, but he wanted the man to suffer forever knowing that he would never have a fuck like Jake again, unless he somehow came upon him. Chaoe. Jake loved the dichotomy of his actions. To give such pleasure as to leave the person emotionally, physically, and spiritually devasted. When he was in anyones arms, he was their god. When he left, he was their nightmare. He was the monster that at 18 he really started to contemplate, and a year later, he had begun to live his vision. Jake picked up the pace. Nevermind the fact that the dirtiness of his act had already made him cum twice, he was still in his trance. This cock was the greatest thing inside him. No condom, no questions, just pure skin to skin bliss with a stranger. Every cock, when it was in him, was the greatest thing to him. The man was moaning, gently. It felt like a lovemaking session in many ways, from the gentleness of his hands on Jake, to the volume of his breathing, intimacy abounding in a crooked way. No there was no love here. Love didn’t surround Jake. But false pretense of love, of intimacy, was just as palpable and desirable. This lead to every fuck, to Jake, being the best one there could be. The man’s right hand crept up Jake’s chest, with Jake pulling off his shirt. He now was in a blue jock strap and clunky shoes, and nothing else, riding this homeless man by the dumpster. The man’s hand swirled around Jake’s nipple, feeling the barbell piercing, and moved higher to his neck. Jake felt the man being to squeeze his neck, and Jack let out a tone…not so much a sigh, but a sound of pleasure. The deed was moving in this direction now. The man had groped and touched Jake all over by now, Jake’s hole and been thrusted into hundreds of times, and now the man was allowing himself to understand the object of Jake’s nature. It was only right and responsible, of course, for Jake to lean into it. As the man clenched Jake’s throat, Jake’s sounds became more audible, ricocheting throughout the alley that night. He didn’t care. Who would stop him? Who wouldn’t want in on this action? And he would give it to them. The man’s left hand continued to hold onto Jake’s hip pulling him down harder. The deed continued to escalate. Jake followed what was indicated. Slowly he picked up his thrusting down on the man’s dick. Within minutes, the slow, almost beautiful start was a wicked fuck session with Jake’s boney ass slamming up and down upon this man’s thighs. Cum dripped down Jake’s balls onto the pavement below, the man too busy being completely wrapped up in his own headspace to realize that Jake had now cum four times. He hadn’t even touched Jake’s dick, he was only involved with focusing on milking his DNA into Jake now. The world melted away from them both. The sounds emanating from them become guttural, without any regard for the rest of the residents of this dark alley. Jake was not only feeling ecstasy, but he was seeing it. The colors of the alley, the darkness mixed with the moonlight, the warm tones of the spare streetlights, the bits of greenery that existed, all created a kaleidoscope effect to his eyes. In some ways he left his body, his mind looking down at the deed, his white cum scattered in front of him on the asphalt, his eyes rolled into the back of his head, seeing the man begin to scream “oh god! Oh god!”. The sound of his ass slapping against the man were so loud at this point. Jake could see that he was completely possessed by this act, this act of lust, this act of chaos. As the man’s cries become louder and Jake understood he was close to his orgasm, Jake pulled off him, flipped himself around, and started to ride this homeless man staring him in the eyes. Jake stared his truly piercing blue eyes into the man’s, into his heart, into his soul, into his very fiber of his being. He bent forward, fucking himself on this man’s cock as hard as possible. Beads of sweat glistening all over his body. He was the angel of beauty, and the despot of pleasure. He locked his lips with the man, causing an electricity to shoot through them that was beyond description. The man was making so many noises, yet Jake continued to make out with him. He could taste the alcohol on his tongue. Jake loved himself, was so proud of himself. The man held tight on Jake’s hips instantly, slamming into him harder than ever before and holding him down. “Yes! Give yourself to me!” Jake whispered. Sultry, darkly, Jake wanted this moment to be remembered. “I don’t care where you or your dick has been sir, fill me with you. Do it! Fucking do it!” Jake’s orders rang true as the man exploded into a shaking orgasm. Jake felt the cum erupt so deep inside him that he began his fifth, but by far his most explosive orgasm himself. He watched his average dick fire off massive wads of cum shooting over the mans head and coating the dumpster with his signature. The man’s cock pulsed powerfully inside Jake as he started to ride it again, desperate to milk this strangers loads as deep in his as possible. Jake didn’t care about the man’s pleasure at this time, this was about him, this was about his desire, his NEED, to have ever single drop that this man could provide him. It was written into Jake, this absolute addiction. He sound of the amount of cum flowing from Jake’s ass and recoating the cock that just obliterated his hole with that thick milk only intensified the moment. The man’s orgasm was intense, still greatly firing off loads inside him. Jake had stopped cumming, but his cock was pulsating to the point of pain. He leaned in and made out wildly, any effort at all to bring this man to give him any more drops of his DNA. Jake was covered in sweat, which felt amazing as the man’s hands went back to exploring, and now slipping all over his body as he emptied every last bit of himelf into Jake. Pulling off his dick, kneeling on the asphalt, Jake immediately attacked the homeless man’s 7 inch cock with his mouth. Never would Jake leave the scene without ensuring he could get every drop of cum that didn’t make it into his ass. The man looked upon in wonder, disgust, amazement, at this slut that outdid any other slut he’d ever known to exist. Not only was the boy a wild ball of chaos and sin, but he was of ultimate perfect beauty, and had just given that freely to him. Jake remembered that incident well, because of course it happened in this alley. It was his favorite alley to cruise. Many more he had visited, and many more he had fucked in, some he woke up in the next morning, sometimes even naked. But this was his first, that year ago, when he decided there was absolutely nothing he wouldn’t do to continue his quest for absolute chaos. Now, amongst his many other escapades, and hundreds of back alley breedings he had received, his need to chase the dragon flared again. The level he had reached was not his final landing point, he had much deeper to delve. Tonight was not productive in the alley. Wherever its normal residents were, they were either asleep in the darkness, or out up to their own devices. It didn’t matter, this was a place of life for Jake. It was home, in a way a home from home, and whatever broken part of his brain that enjoyed this, needed to breathe it in from time to time. Coming to the end of the alley, he turned, walking another two blocks through some very dilapidated streets. This was a rough neighborhood, but Jake fed upon it. It didn’t matter to him. Risk was an addiction, and he was fully addicted and quite educated in the street life. He walked with confidence and without fear, it just wasn’t a part of him. A few more blocks and he came upon and larger brick home. The street itself was just as fucked as the rest of them. Front lawns filled with tall grasses and weeds, litter scattered all about. Some homes stood as a tribute to the shallow husk of their former selves, mostly burned. Other plots had nothing else but a concrete slab. Most had bars on the windows and that felt good to Jake. Chaos reigned here, and he felt at home here as well. As with all these types of streets, 4AM wasn’t a quiet and peaceful time, but a mix of areas of serenity, and areas of copious volume. Walking up the broken, unbalanced concrete steps to the porch of the house, the door opened before he could knock. This house was a tip from some guy that fucked him at one of the many bathhouses in the city a few days ago. The guy said it was known by its nickname, the Last Stand. Said it wasn’t for the weak, and by looking at Jake at first thought that there was no way Jake would ever be someone who should go there. Rough neighborhood, rough men, rough life. But then the men fucked Jake, and fucked him again, and shared him with his friends, and then strangers, and then almost 8 hours later, while Jake was still high on the chaos surrounding him, the rented room in the bathhouse stinking of sex, sweat, and Jake’s almost innumerable amount of heavy cumshots, along with the waterfall of cum flowing from his used hole, the man understood that this fallen angel would be perfect for the Last Stand. The man who answered the door had a shaved head, right down to the skin. His scalp was covered in tattoos, mostly skulls and dark looking things. Jake was excited already. The rest of the man was a patchwork of more deviant darkness. He was exceptionally thin, holding some cheap liquor in one hand and a smoldering cigarette in his mouth. He looked Jake, all 100lbs of him, in his sleeveless black tee and his short shorts, down his perfect legs, back up to the top of his blonde head, up and down a few times, looking disinterested and yet allured at the same time. “Ya know you gonna get thrown around like a rag doll,” skinhead muttered with his cigarette still stuck in his mouth. “We don’t got any rules here.” Jake peered inside. The house was pretty filthy, the waft of strong alcohol and cigarettes nipped at his noise. Another very pleasant scent, in Jake’s world. The inside looked as Jake had expected. Stained carpets, minimal lighting, shadows dancing on the wall, many men of all sizes, sans a twink, sitting around, mumbled conversations lifting into the air. The sounds of sex came from deeper in the house, panting, moaning, thrusting. It was all there, if one listened close enough. “Name’s Hanney,” skinny-bones said to Jake. Hanney looked like he had seen ALL the shit that life had to throw at him, probably some prison as well. He was a ruined man, probably early 30s, but his rugged leather face made it look like he had lived 10 lifetimes, his body finally subsiding to all the abuse that life had thrown at him. He was incredibly sexy to Jake. Jake wanted to drink in his experiences, into his own soul, milk him of his pain, and bring him pleasure. “Now you gone get out of here bitch boy. I know your type, you don’t go no chance here,” Hanney said. Jake lit a cigarette. Smooth and sultry, he slowly exhaled. He watched Hanney looking him up and down. The man had the ability to show disinterest and desire in a single look. Jake took a step closer to Hanney. Hanney’s voice raised, “I’m tellin ya, you don’t belong here. This is the real fucking deal, you won’t be walking straight after you are done.” Jake’s soul peering eyes met Hanney’s lifeless ones. This man just existed. He existed for sex, for alcohol, for pleasure, but there was nothing in his eyes. At the opposite end, Hanney stared into Jake’s eyes. Jake was peering into his soul. There was chaos, deviancy, and darkness in this boy. He had had a few dumb twinks show up here before, likely being tipped off by some other slut in the city, and he turned them all away. Those boys just wanted a quick fuck, not a week of delving into darkness and intense pleasure. Of course, the regulars would love a twink to break in, but none that appeared looked to have the stamina for an hour, less then whole night. But this one, this one had the eyes of an addict. He had the eyes of one that was experienced. His gaze pulled on Hanney, like a dark hand pulling him closer. Jake pulled his shirt off, standing on the porch, showing his immensely beautiful body. The metal b barbell piercings struck the light of the moon, twinkling against Hanney’s lifeless eyes, and the diamond belly piercing flattered his tight stomach. So matter of factly, Jake pulled Hanney close, noses touching, and uttered “Use the living hell out of me…now.” Like an explosion of desire, Jakes knees slammed into the dirty carpet right inside the house. Damn the door, Hanney couldn’t care less. Hanney shed his stained wifebeater, revealing his boney tatted body, scars and all. He pulled down his jeans without even unbuckling his belt. Grabbing at Jake’s shorts, he pulled them down over Jake’s thin thighs, and Jake felt the world shudder as Hanney slammed into him with all his might. The groan that emanated from Hanney’s mouth was pure bliss. Jake’s body shuddered with Hanney’s entry, but he knew Hanney just learned how loose he was, and how he could be delved into with an ounce of lube. As the door remained over for the neighborhood to see, Hanney lost himself. Instinctively he began thrusting, grunting, so animalistic and raw. The room quieted, most of the men older, heavier, hairier, became fixed at this immediate display. The smile on Jake’s face gave it all away. He was different, he was born for this, he was getting what he wanted. Within moments the room had disrobed completely and were surrounding Jake. His knees burned into the carpet, Hanney completely lost in the void of his lust to be inside Jake. As the night was so hot and humid, and this house, not surprisingly had no cooling, Jake could feel the sweat beads of Hanney dripping down his back. The men looked in wonder at the mural of darkness covering Jake’s back, their cocks fully erect at the deed. Hanney was fucking him like a madman, his eyes were pure white as his pupils had rolled back into his head. The men surrounding them were groping each other, making out, and generally adding to the feeling of pure pleasure that Jake was feeling. Within a few moments, an older but fit man had slammed his dick into Jakes mouth. Jake began to suck but then tasted the acrid piss emanating from the mans cock. Not to ever disappoint Jake gulped at the piss, showing these men that he was above nothing as Hanney’s skeletal fingers dug deep into his boney thighs with his powerful and wild thrusts. Hanney was lost completely in the moment, controlled completely by Jake’s perfect body and hungry hole. Jake lapped at the piss, swallowing every drop even as his body heaved back and forth by the power of Hanney’s wild thrusting. Jake continued to suck the wet cock in his mouth, making it grow stiffer and stiffer, feeling as it Hanney’s dick was so deep that it was protruding out of his stomach. He was meant for this, and he had barely even made it in the front door. Hanney’s moans and howls were overwhelming. The sound of the echoed throughout the neighborhood. The men didn’t seem to care. They just added to the chaos that already existed out there. Hanney began shaking uncontrollably, his body giving in to the extreme orgasm that was building within him. Jake only added to the mania. “Fuck every bit of yourself into me Hanney!” He screamed. “Fuck your life, your sadness, your broken hopes and dreams, your dissapointments, your deviancy, your pain directly into my fucking soul!” The men were stunned at Jake’s words. Jake had a feeling they would be. Amongst the many things that set Jake apart, it was his understanding that the pleasure from sex was physical, spiritual, and emotional. The act was just as important as the words, was just as important as the setting. “Don’t hold back on me for anything. Harder, fucking harder. Destroy me. I need it harder Hanney!” Hanney’s thrusts were shaking the floor, his body was soaked with sweat, dipping all over Jake, he shuddered over and over again as the orgasm built to its maximum intensity. Grabbing Jakes hair, he ripped his head back for a few final wild thrusts. No moaning came from Hanney, instead, a scream of absolute mania as he released himself deep into Jake. He convulsed in pleasure and bliss as he gave Jake copious amounts of his DNA, Jake adding to the milking process by slamming back on Hanney’s cock like a wild bitch not even close to be satisfied. Cum frothed and foamed around Jakes hold, dripping down his taint, down his balls. Another orgasm hit Hanney again, unexpectedly and Jake felt the torrential explosion of Hanney’s absolute lust and desire slam deep inside him. Jakes limp dick swung under him, yet he also convulsed with the truest pleasure imaginable as it felt like a fire hose was going off inside him. He orgasmed, not even being hard, all over the carpet, spraying an immense volume of cum everywhere. The men surrounding the event stared in pure amazement. This was not expected from this boy, but now, now it was the greatest event they had even seen, and the look on Jake’s face told them he was just getting started. Hanney, finally catching his breath, whispered quietly, “We have to get him to the basement….” All the men looked around at each other, nodding. The knew the setup down there would be the perfect place to test Jake’s limits, or enjoy the bliss in trying… To be continued...

I make it clear from the beginning. No condom. I won’t wear one as it absolutely makes me lose all sensation in my dick. And my ass crack and asshole are way too hairy to tolerate a condom pounding my ass.

Last Thursday night I went to a local art gallery event. Two free heavy drink pours got me peeping Sniffies while the event winded down. A local cumdump just started hosting at a local hotel between the gallery and my home. He hit me up right away with location and room number. How could I pass up unloading in a juicy muscle ass that's down to business? It was less than 10min from leaving the gallery space and driving over to walking into the cracked open door. There was some music playing on a phone, only a desk lamp on, and the smell of a sweaty man hit my nose immediately. As I approached the bed a Latino dude in his mid-30s was pumping a chiseled 39 year-old white hole. The cumdumps fat cock was flopping as he was being pounded and I immediately got rock hard. I unzipped my pants and stroked while watching the cumdump get fucked, after a few minutes the dude pumping said "oh shit! I didn't realize you were here, here have a piece." He presented the warm hole to me while he moved around the bed to shove his cock in the cumdumps mouth. I slid into that velvet hole slowly, enjoying every moment of my throbbing cock head being fed bussy. The Latino dude getting his cock sucked hit a bottle of poppers and shared with me. The cumdump flexed his hole and gulped my cock all the to the base. I grabbed his ass cheeks, spread them apart, and fucked him furiously hearing my balls slap against his tailbone. I watched him arch his back and his sexy tattoo bounce up and down on my cock. He moaned while getting fucked and gagging on the other guys cock. After a few minutes I shot a huge load deep into his deserving man milking cunt. I gave a little slap on the cumdumps ass then zipped my pants up and nodded at the other guy before I departed. Dick still wet from my random encounter, I took off all my clothes and hopped in bed with my already sleeping husband.

just had him 3 more times in a day. its saturday funday and both him and his bf are out at the pool this evening. im vibing, hanging out in the hot tub with them having a few beers and the redheaded twink offers to clean up some of the garbage and fetch a few more bottles from their apartment, so i offer to help. 😈 we made it upstairs and i offered a quickie, but he started whining about his boyfriend and saying he had to get back to the pool. so i fished out my hardon and put his hand on it, told him just a nice quick one, in and out. i stuck my hand down his swimtrunks to seal the deal, gave his hole a nice firm little rub and was ready to keep arguing but he shucked off his trunks, leaned over the kitchen counter and just grumbled, "get in there." it was hot. just a quick spitfuck, maybe 2-3 minutes. he shot a crazy big load all over the front of the dishwasher in the first minute. I got a little verbal too, told him to take my load like a good boy, pumped him full, and we were done. he cleaned up his mess with a dish towel and we walked back down to the pool. it was so fucking hot watching him lay out on an adirondack chair babbling about some amazon special to his boyfriend knowing his little ass was full of my cum. His BF left for work about 2 hours later so of course i showed up again. its turned into a thing, my dick slides inside him about four nights a week. the only difference was tonight he was pre-loaded. ive gotten a little piggy about how much cum i can make him take too. I like to breed him nice and deep, then slide down and finger him until he gapes and i can watch my load run out. we fucked three times before he cleaned my cock and sent me home. i fucked up and forgot to turn off my alarm clock for the weekend, so im up at 5 am now. got some water, flipped through reddit, and looked at the clock. his bf doesnt get back from work until about 8-9 am, so i texted the redhead a few times to see if i could get him up. I made an excuse that i left my carkey in his apartment and made my way back around 6:45 am and once i got there i didnt even have to ask, he just got nice and close by the door and said "is it hard?" I fucked him with his pajama bottoms around his ankles on the couch and watched my cum run down his balls the whole time. it took 30 minutes or so but i managed to finish inside him again. i fucking love love love his little fuckhole.

It was raining, I was home alone, and as usual - horny. Over the last few months I had barely been able to control my urges to fuck. Or more specifically be fucked. I knew I was gay from an early age and never fought it, but I did hide it well. But now in my late 20s I was free, single, submissive, and very breedable. I had recently started barebacking regularly with a few fwb who I felt safe with. I wasn't a chaser, I just loved the feeling of an 8 inch cock exploding inside me. But tonight none of my regular guys were available. And I needed to get fucked and flooded badly. After a few drinks I hopped on gridnr and filtered to tops in my area who had a bb tag on. It didn't take long before a message popped on my phone. Strong tall and and an 8.5" cock? It didn't take much to convince me. He had my address in minutes, and I was already hard. We didn't discuss status and it wasn't listed on his profile. I was neg and had just been tested, which was on my profile. When he got the door I was already down to my boxers and ready to play. No small talk. He came in and started kissing and groping me. I pulled him back to my bed and we both got fully undressed. As he took his pants off I noticed what looked like a biohazard tattoo on his thigh, but didn't think much of it as I was distracted by his beautiful thick cock. I went down on him and sucked his cock until it was rock hard in my mouth. He moaned and quietly said 'get up here, I want to fill you up'. I was so horny and desperate for breeding that I immediately bent over for him and offered my bare ass up doggy style. But as he slid the first inch of his cock inside I looked back and said hey you're neg right? Embarrassed I hadn't asked before. 'You'll be good' he said, and I took that that for what it sounded like and proceeded to let him slide all the way in, filling me all the way up. His cock felt amazing and he fucked me slow and deep with passion. We switched from doggy to missionary back to doggy again. I could feel him speeding up and knew he wanted to cum when he leaned in and whispered in my ear 'I know what you really want. im going to claim you, you're already mine. I am going to flood your body with my toxic load and you're going to take every drop, slut'. Panic rushed over me, he was poz? But as soon as it did, the ecstasy of his cock pushing deeper and deeper overcame it. 'I'm not on prep' I managed to choke out through my moans. 'No? Why not slut?' I panicked again. Why wasn't I on prep? I'd been barebacking for months. I had access, the funds, I could have been on it this whole time. Instead here I was, taking it raw from a poz and apparently toxic top. I moaned as his cock continued to slide in and out of me. 'Want me to pull out? You might still have time.' he whispered in my ear, I could hear him smiling as he drove his cock deep into me again, precum undoubtedly dripping into me. Despite everything running through my head, I found myself continuing to push back on his cock, forcing him deeper inside me. 'No' I moaned. What? No?! 'What's that slut?' he grinned. 'No, fill my fertile cunt with your load. Cum in me! Please knock me up' I moaned loudly. I couldn't believe the words coming from my own mouth. And as I did he sped up and shot the biggest load I've ever taken 8 inches deep in my bare ass. We laid there for moment panting and moaning softly. His toxic cum running down my thigh but plenty still buried deep inside. That was it, it was over. No going back. I took a huge poz load. He looked at me and grinned. 'I knew you wanted it. You wanted to get knocked up. I've been watching your account for weeks. Now you're mine. Ruined raw poz slut. My little cum dump to fill over and over again whenever I want. How does that sound?' Fucked like never before, full of poz cum, and in love with his perfect cock I responded quickly 'Don't wait. Stay with me tonight. Fill me again. And again. Make sure I'm yours. I'll give it all up.' He fucked me four more times, the last time making me get on top and ride his load into myself. By the time the sun came up I was dripping, full, and covered with cum. 3 weeks I later I was pozzed for sure. He came over an hour after I got my results and filled me 3 more times. I took every load willingly as I fully submitted to being a poz cumdump for my new man.

YOUNG RIPPED BOY MEETS HIS IDOL I’m Damian, I’m 18 years old and very ripped with a nice big dick. My tanned skin tone defines my muscles perfectly. I thank my Moroccan dad for that My ripped body is the result of doing calisthenics since my 13th. I started with training after seeing videos on IG from a group of friends doing and explaining calisthenics. I haven’t really figured out if I like boys or girls, but I had a crush one of the boys from the group; His name was Zane, he was 16 y/o back then and had a ripped body. Last Friday I was training in the park. It was very sunny day so I was only wearing shorts and shoes. I just started a dead hang when I heard someone say “WOW! Looking good”. When I looked over I saw my idol Zane standing there. I ended my exercise and answered “Thanks bro! Your vids gave me the motivation”. This was the start of a conversation about calisthenics and healthy diets. After 20 minutes he asked me if I wanted to meet the group and maybe do a few trainings videos together. I answered with ‘YES!’ We talked some more while walking to Zane’s house. We entered a building and took the lift to the upper floor. When the doors open I was totally amazed by his penthouse. It was huge, had a huge balcony with a swimming pool. Zane pulled of his shirt revealing his ripped body covered in a few large tattoo’s. He must have caught me staring, but he ignored it. He then went to the fridge and took out two bottles of gatorade and handed me one. What I didn’t knew was that they are laced with G and crushed up viagra. I walked around the room and saw a tray with several syringes on it, so I asked him what it was. Zane stuttered a bit and told me they are special vitamin shots he developed himself to get more ripped. “Can I try one?” I asked him. Zane shook his head and then answered “It very strong stuff!”. “PLEASE! I do anything to try it!” I pleaded. Zane softly replied “Yeah! This stuff will”. After several pleas he gave in and told me to sit in the chair. He took a small rubber hose and tied it around my bicep. He found a good vein and swabbed the area. I felt a prick and then saw him shooting the contents in my vein. He than raised my arm and removed he rubber band. A warm rush came over me and I started the cough loudly. When it hit my brain my inhibitions washed away. I looked over to Zane’s hot body and blurted “You are so fucking hot, Bro!”. I couldn’t understand why I said that out loud, but he grinned and replied “So are you!”. Zane told me that he had to get something and walked away. While he was away I became very horny and couldn’t stop touching my body. My hands when down inside my shorts and I started to stroke my rock-hard cock. When Zane came back I had removed my shorts completely and stroked my cock with two hands. “Are you enjoying yourself” Zane asked, but I could only moan in reply. “Shall I show you something that makes this feeling better?” he asked. I was so horny that I nodded. Zane kneeled before me and told me to pull up my legs. He wetted his fingers and then slowly pushed one finger slowly inside. It felt amazing and after several minutes he added another finger. I was in ecstasy when he started to move his fingers around. After a while he pulled them out, took 2 big shard from a baggie and put them on his fingertips before sliding them back in. I began to moan because it burn. “Just relax it will subside” Zane said while adding a third finger. After several minutes the burning stopped and my ass began to open up. Zane worked a fourth finger inside me and then continued opening my ass before pulling out. I pleaded him to put them back, but he told me that he had something that will feel a 100 times better. He then removed his shorts, lubed his dick up with some spit and placed a big shard into his piss slit. He aligned himself better and placed the head of his cock in my gaping hole. With one thrust he rammed his cock deep in me but got blocked by my inner-ring. I let out a yell and a grunt because of his invasion. He then began to push forward against the ring. I started to moan louder as he increased the pressure. Slowly my inner-ring started to open up. When Zane felt this he let out a stream of piss and deposited the big shard behind the ring before pulling out. He then pushed another shard in my ass before pushing his cock back in. While my ass was burning he started to pump his cock in and out. After a few minutes the burning stopped and I started to moan louder and louder. With every stroke his cock stretched the inner-ring before it gave way and letting his huge cock sink ball deep. The feeling of his cock engulfed by my warm insides put Zane over the edge. He began to grunt loudly, his balls tightend and his dick started to swell up, just before shooting a huge load deep in my ass. I could feel my insides filling up with his warm cum. When Zane was done he began to piston fuck my ass so hard that his creamy cum began to flowed out of my ass with every stroke. He kept fucking me for more than 40 minutes straight and loaded me up another 4 times. When he pulled out we heard the front door open and 6 hot athletic boys between the ages of 19 en 22 came in. “I would like you to meet my crew” Zane said. The boys didn’t hessite and stripped naked. I felt like a kid in a candy shop seeing at all these ripped body’s. While looking at them something caught my eye; every boy had a tattoo on the base of their cock. And when Zane stood up I saw it also on his cock. It looked like a biohazard sign. But before I could think about the meaning, I was grabbed by two of the boys who took me to a playroom with a huge bed, 2 slings and lots of toys. I was put in one of the slings and while they secured me I saw the others coming in. “Time for another vitamin shot” said Zane, and before I knew it I felt him removing the band which resulted in a strong rush and coughing harder than the first time. I saw how the other boys also administer their slams. After coughing 2 of them grabbed a videocamera and started recording. A hot 21 y/o boy walked towards me and rammed his hard cock deep in me. I screamed but he kept on brutally pounding my ass. After a while the pain started to change in pleasure again and I started to moan. After he shot his huge load deep in me he was replaced by another boy. The last one was the youngest (19 y/o) but with an enormous cock (13 inch / 33 cm). His fucking was so intense that I came twice and without hands. After he pulled out my open ass started to ooze cum so they closed my hole up with a big butt plug. They helped me out of the sling and moved me to the bed, where i lay surrounded by 7 hot boys. I was still hard and my cock was pointing straight up. One of them saw this and got up and slid in one go over my cock before riding it hard. When I said that I was about to cum he kept on riding me and squeezing my cum out of my cock. I came 2 times in his ass before he got off. Part 2 is coming soon

Last Thursday I was at Steamworks in chicago it was sort of slow I rented a room and left the door adjar I fell asleep I was awakened when I felt somone playing with my ass All of sudden he climbed on top of me and slid his dick in me He pounded me for maybe 10 min till I hear him moan He then shot a huge load deep in my ass After he pulled out I finally saw hi face A real cute young Latin guy maybe 20 He said he would be back later He was

Don't be disgusted as I am sure that when your time comes you'll leave with a smile on your face. That's what everything is about.

I’ve never understood guys who don’t want to get fucked after they cum. Me? I have no problem taking loads after I’ve cum, can take load after load and want them all. Hooked up with this Latino hottie this weekend and he made it clear I had to fuck him first as I couldn’t fuck him after he came. Spent a solid hour edging as I fucked him raw pumping huge gobs of precum in him and finally blasted a massive load in him. He’d been unsure about me cumming inside him so I said we could start raw and I could pull out to cum, but he wound up begging for my load. It didn’t take much to bust a second load in him and then rode his cock until he shot inside me. He was a hot fuck but glad he was upfront about his problem getting fucked after he cums.

Apex sat in his car reading the message from “HIV Negative boy in a strictly closed Marriage”: I can’t stop reading your profile, looking at your pictures and fantasizing about your poz cock in my ass The problem is I truly love my husband, Ted. He is everything to me… except the dangerous bad noy I fell in love with. He changed to make me happy. To show me he was serious about making a life with me so how can I complain? I just miss the irresponsible, crazy romantic, motorcycle riding dangerous man he used to be. I need danger and excitement in my life but I also need him I’m alone all weekend and I think if you tell me to come to you I will. I have to have something dangerous in me and your cock is pure danger in so many ways. I’m hoping a dose of danger from you will satisfy my need and if I get pozzed I cam say it happened at work so I won’t lose my Ted. I can’t lose my Ted Let me know W. Apex smirked at the screed. This W was a little sloppy, Telling him the name of his husband and he didn’t notice that in the picture of his ass, which he had taken in a mirror, that there was another man visible in the background. Probably this Ted guy The message was typical. The sluts always loved their husbands and just needed a little danger. He wondered what this W did that he could get pozzed at work. Something in healthcare most likely. The ass picture was nice and this W met all his qualifications, so Apex decided to message him later and arrange a hookup for tomorrow, Maybe he could poz the needy little slut in the bed his husband fucked him in He went inside the hotel and to room 306 where his next hookup waited The man stepped back and let him in. “Hi, my name is Ted” he said a bit nervously Apex almost laughed. If he had been uncertain because the reflected image of this man he had just seen was not to clear, the name confirmed it. This was W’s, husband. This man was the rarest of rarities tor Apex, He said he was cheating AND since he only topped he was an anal virgin. That combination was almost irresistible. The potential to get both partners pozzed was so much higher “Well Ted, Lets get you pozzed up like the worthless slut you are” Apex said as he began stripping Ted’s eyes flashed a bit angrily at the words “worthless slut” But he didn’t say anything “How do you want me?” he asked instead “On your back Bitch, this is a breeding and that’s the best position to get you pregnant” Apex said and there was that flash of anger again. This Ted was not reacting like the typical cheating sluts he usually pozzed but his anger just made it even hotter for Apex Ted had dark brown hair cut in a slightly longer style that was currently in,, gray eyes, and a six o'clock shadow. He was one of those guys who had to shave twice a day His body was hairy and muscular and his cock was an impressive 9 inches, well impressive to anyone but Apex. He had a pretty ass but from the picture Apex knew his husbands was prettier Ted lay on his back and pulled his legs up as Apex used a convenient bottle of lube sitting on the nightstand then climbed into the bed his long thin limbs making him look almost like a skeleton, like death itself mounting this healthy neg man to give him it’s blessed disease Apex put the head of his cock at Ted’s unprotected neg hole and began rocking forward ever so slightly, coaxing that hole to open up and let his death stick in. The neg virgin gasped in pain as the head managed to pop in. Apex let him adjust for a moment and the pulled back out and pushed in harder. The look of shock on Ted's face was almost funny as about 7 inches rammed up into him. Apex slowly worked in further until he reached the inner ring. He pulled out until only the head was in then slammed back in bursting through that inner barrier “Holly fucking shit!” Ted gasped.t ears of pain running down his face. He was not enjoying this one bit and it was obvious to Apex that this man would probably never enjoy being fucked so he got even rougher. Ted was just another cheating slut like them all. Like Peter and they all deserved Apex’s gift He slid in and out of the writhing man who wasn’t even halfway hard and though "At least one of us is enjoying themselves". Ted's ass was as tight as a glove Ted stared up at him with a look of stony hatred on his face and Apex finally had to ask “Why are you doing this? You obviously don’t want this” he said still sliding in and out. He had no intention of stopping but he was curious now “I’m going to beat you to the punch, you evil bastard! No one is going to poz Warren but me! Now shut up and fuck me!” Ted snarled at him Apex was the one who was shocked this time, though he kept fucking “How did you even know who I was or that your husband was interested in me?” Apex asked “Warren can be a bit of a ditz and he never locks his phone, He left it in the bathroom last week and I heard him get a text so I picked it up to take to him, The screen lit up and there you were staring out at me" Ted said resentfully "Even worse there was cum on the back of the phone. He’s been beating off to your picture. He shoots all over and always misses some in the clean up” Ted said in a almost hopeless voice “I love him so much and maybe if I am poz like you he won’t leave me. He thinks I’m at a work seminar this weekend. I will even lie to him to keep him” “You are getting pozzed to kee[ your husband? Fuck, you are taking my gift out of love for him?” Apex asked slamming in hard “I don’t know what else to do to keep him!” Ted said, groaning in pain as that 12 inch toxic cock slid in and out of him “Fuuukkkk, here it comes! I’m pozzing your ass now!” Apex groaned and his balls started to empty toxic cum into this man who was not at all like the sluts he usually pozzed Ted just took it. He wanted this but not for himself. He was possibly sacrificing his neg status for his Warren. He would give anything to keep Warren As Apex caught his breath the voice in his head whispered “You still have time, You can hook up with with the other little slut before his husband gets home! You can get them both!” “No, not this time” Apex thought back Ted just lay there under him “I just hope this is enough” he said quietly to himself “I know what he wans and it’s honestly not me” Apex said, for once not wanting to break up a couple to make them pay for what Peter had done to him He didn’t stop to think about how twisted that thought was. It was just a part of who he was now, who Peter and his dad and his life had made him Apex reached out a long thin arm, picked up his phone off the nightstand and said “This came in just as I got here today” And he showed Ted the message from W. “He just wants the old you back” Apex told the man as he read “I have not touched him yet and I won’t if he never contacts me again “Fuck, I’m an idiot! I thought he wanted safe and stable. He didn't start dating me for real till I sold my motorcycle and he didn't accept my marriage proposal till I got a real job" Ted said “Did he ask you to change?” Apex asked. He was amused by the fact his cock was still in the man’s ass. He started slowly sliding in and out again. He wasn’t going to try to break these two up but he still wanted to try to make sure Ted was pozzed before he left Ted thought about it. not noticing what Apex was doing as he tried to remember Finally he said “No, he never did ask me. I just assumed” He was unconsciously pushing down on Apex's cock and his own cock was finally responding, probably because he was thinking so hardf about his husband “Maybe I was wrong about him learning to enjoy getting fucked” Apex thought with a smirk as his 12 inches worked it’s magic again. He sped up his thrusts and stroked Ted’s 9 inches in his bony hand “Slap him around a bit when you share my gift with him and he will love you forever” Apex said Ted felt his body responding to the fucking despite itself and groaned. This hurt so good… he already had one poz load in him… why not take another? Apex pushed in to the hilt and blasted his second load into this lovestruck fool as Ted’s cock erupted with cum that hit his chest and chin “Why did you show me that message? I don’t het the feeling that you are a very compassionate guy” Ted asked as they dressed “Because you are the first man I have fucked who didn’t remind me of my Ex, You did this out of love. Your Warren has no idea how lucky he is” Apex told him. For some reason he remembered his name was really Apollo for the first time in quite a while as he walked out of the room The voice in his head grumbled but Apex ignored it It was late evening now and as he walked through the lobby, past the hotel bar a young man coming of it stumbled into him “Hey Buddy!” The drunk boy said Come drink with me! I’m getting married tomorrow right here in this hotel and she’s a great girl! I’m so lucky!” Despite just having cum twice Apex’s cock started to get hard and the voice stopped grumbling He helped the man straighten up “That’s great! Let me buy you a drink or two to celebrate” he said steering his next victim back into the bar. Several drinks later he helped his new friend up to his room, carried would be a more accurate word than helped Apex shoved the boy face down on the bed then went back to close and lock the door He stripped the handsome straight boy who had long brown hair and an athletic build He used the boys own belt to tie his hands behind his back stuffed his briefs into his mouth and used his socks to tie the gag in place Then he stripped and crawled on top of this helpless soon to be married straight boy and pushed his cock in slowly The boy was unconscious and so relaxed from all the alcohol that it was not that hard to get his toxic poz cock up that neg hole He took his time, tearing up that undefended hole and getting it ready for impregnation with his viral babies He fucked the bride groom for hours and when he heard moans and saw movement he untied the gag, pulling his massive cock out till only a few inches was still inside. He had learned a trick for taming straight boys. The arch in his cock made the head slam right into the prostate when fucked them from behind and he pulled this far out. He rubbed that prostate bump repeatedly, keeping up the grinding till the boy was pushing back on him “Fuck dude! I can’t believe you are fucking me! God that feels so good! Don’t stop man!” the boy ground, stull half drunk “I’ve already shot two loads of toxic HIV positive cum in you. You want one more before I go ,pretty boy? It’s my wedding gift to you” Apex said “God just do it man! Cum in me!” The straight boy groaned spreading his legs wider Apex shoved in to the hilt and fired his fifth load of the day into the hopelessly pozzed ass and he felt the tell tail spasms around his cock that said the boy was cumming without touching himself He untied the boy who was asleep again and left him there “Enjoy your wedding” he said as he shut the door behind him It was 2 am when he got home, He fell into bed and passed out as the voice purred happily in his mind *********************** Warren was a little bummed that Apex Predator had not responded to him but he kind of felt like he had dodged a bullet too He heard a motorcycle pull up outside. Ted was not due back till tomorrow so he didn’t think much of it. Ted drove a sedan not a motorcycle anyway The front door burst open and Ted walked in, He wore jeans, a skin tight white t-shirt and a pair of dark sunglasses. His stylish hair has been cut down to a crew cut “Get your ass over here and kiss me bitch” he snapped at Warren “Show me how much you missed me” Warren was shocked but he flew to this new Ted's, or was it the old Ted’s arms and kissed him hard “You weren’t supposed to be home till tomorrow Baby!” Warren said “I wasn’t at a work seminar I was in a hotel room cheating on you” Ted said mater of factly “Wa… what?” Warren asked. He felt like Ted had thrown a glass of ice water in his face “You heard me bitch. Does the name Apex Predator ring a bell? You know, the guy you were going to cheat on ME with this weekend? That’s who I was with” he said a bit coldly “How did you know that?” Warren squeezed “Maybe someday you will learn to lock your phone” Ted said as Warren backed away, shaking his head Ted reached out, grabbed the front of Warren's shirt and pulled him nose to nose with him “You listen to me you stupid little slut. YOU ARE MINE! No one will poz you but ME! You got that? You understand me?” Teed shouted right into his face Warren was scared shitless… and so hard he was dripping in his shorts. He nodded numbly as Ted let him go “You want your Bad Boy back? You got it! I traded my car for a bike and I’m quitting my job. You can afford all the bills on hat you make so I’m going to let you take care of your man like the good little bitch you are” he snarled hitting off the words “I went our and got myself pozzed just for you and this is the price you are going to pay for that! If it didn’t take I will go back till I have it but NO ONE but me touches you? You got that?” he said in a menacing voice “Yes Baby, I don’t want anyone but you anyway!” Warren said throwing his arms around him and kissing him Ted smiled then and all his love for Warren showed in his eyes He pulled a small box out of his pocket, sank to one knee and opened it. There was a set of black rings inside and Warren was a little confused “Baby, I love you so much, I want to renew our wedding vows but this time you are getting the real me. Your Bad Boy is back to stay” he said and it was a promise “Will you marry me again?” he asked Warren nodded then said “Yes! Oh hell yes I will! I love my Bad Boy so much!” They slipped the new rings on their fingers and Warren noticed that they snuggled up to their old wedding bands perfectly He practically dragged Ted into the bedroom and it was the best sex they had ever had Ted would slap his ass as he slammed him from behind and every time he did he said “Mine!! This is MY ass!” Later as they lay in each other’s arms Ted said “I’m not really going to quit my job. Weddings are expensive and I want to do it up big this time” squeezing the center of his univers “I’d like that” Warren said snuggling in deeper Three months later they were both almost disappointed to test neg “Do you want me to go back to Apex for another round?” Ted asked “You know , it’s kind of crazy but I do want you to” Warren said after some thought “I want to be pozzed but I only want it from you” “I really want to poz you too, I want to share that with you forever” Ted said as he pulled out his phone and pulled up the Bareback Only app “Besides, we have to get an address from him so we can send him a wedding invitation” Warren said ************************************************************************************************************* Next Chapter: Enter The Doctor Let me know what you think! Scanbu

Chapter 8 I had gone to bed, and although i was awake when Jess got in i pretended to be asleep. It was an odd feeling i just didnt want sex with her and so i feigned sleep. I was still imagining cock. However the next morning when i awoke i didnt feel great. My throat was burning and my head was pounding. I didnt think that i had drunk particularly that much but i felt awful . I took painkillers and received little sympathy from Jess. ‘you will drink loads when you're out with your mates’ was all the response i got. I spent most of the day in bed but couldn't get warm. The painkillers hadn't touched anything and my throat was still sore the following day . After a second day in bed I got some sympathy from Jess. ‘ You must have picked up a bug or something whilst I was away , its obviously not a hangover now’ she said. I was just tired and rang in sick to work. After four days I started picking up and gradually feeling a little better. Jess managed to have sex with me once but all i could think of was the guys in the sauna. ‘There that will get you feeling better’ she said as i lay there exhausted. I still wasn't 100% and my glands felt swollen. I made a note to go to the docs as soon as i felt a little better. But then it occurred to me that if i was getting better there was no need to go. Over the next few days i got to my feet and felt much improved. I had taken the week off work and it was Friday afternoon. I would be ok to go into work the next week but i was feeling well enough to wander into town just for some outside life whilst Jess was at work. I found myself wandering near the gay village , just on the outskirts. I wasnt going to venture in but carried on walking. By chance my route took me past the tattoo parlour where i had my snake tattoo done. I peered in and saw Lana. She waved me in and i entered. ‘ Come for some more work? I know its addictive once you start’ she said. ‘No I was just passing as i was just in town. I've not been great this last week, i thought i had a bad hangover at first but I think it was a bug or something, not sure. I seem ok now though’ Lara smiled. She asked what my symptoms had been . ‘Yeah theres a bit of that about. I know the exact tattoo for you, come on im free now , ill show you. Come in the back, you dont have to have anything done if you dont want’ . I had nothing else planned. ‘Sit down in my chair’ Lana commanded. ‘Look Ill do the outline for free, then if you want it coloured come back and i’ll charge half price. Well?’ ‘Where?’ Was all i could ask.’ ‘Ill do something in the apple in the snakes mouth’she said referring to my existing tattoo. The one she had joked i would get in the pride colours. At least that subject had gone. ‘ trust me, my last tattoo was good wasnt it?’ ‘Ok’ Lana got to work , and it wasnt long before she had done the outline. It was an odd choice i thought ‘its symbolic’ she said. ‘ A lot of gay men have them. ‘ ’but im not gay’ I muttered. ‘You can carry on fooling yourself and suck cock in pub toilets, and let random guys fuck you and breed you like a bitch, or you can own it’ Lana said ‘ proper fags own it’ I think you will too sooner or later. Look do u like sucking cock ? ‘ i nodded ‘thought so.and you like being fucked?’ I nodded again. ‘And you think of cock all day ‘ ‘yes ‘ I whispered. ‘Sounds pretty fucking gay to me’ Lana added. ‘Back to the tattoo then. The good thing is that you have taken the first step in becomming a fag. This tattoo. Its a bio hazard tattoo. All piggy bottoms get them and dom girls get them too - see i have one’ she pulled down her leggings showing the cheek of her ass and I saw a small biohazard tattoo as she called it on her ass cheek. ‘ you can colour it in but you should know its significance. Im guessing from what you said that you have seroconverted. I would make an appointment with your doctor . Youre hiv positive like all of us here - and like all of Brad’s pupils. Youre now one of us. And no self respecting goody two shoes girl is going to want a poz fag fucking her and breeding her. So embrace it!’ The words hit me like a hammer. ‘Hiv positive?’ I mumbled. ‘Yes its the first step to becoming your true self’ Lana responded. ‘ but no one was ill, they would have said i’m sure’ I stammered. ‘ no one is usually these days. Its taken as read if you bareback you either have it, want it or dont care.anyways you will get it. Like you have. Looks like your choice is made. come back when you want it finishing’ I hurried out of the studio. My mind was whirling. What would Jess say. Where was my life heading ? One thing was certain, it was changing. I had to see my doc, this could all be a bad dream . to be continued……..

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

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

I had been trying to build up the courage to go to a leather event for some time now, but never had the balls to go to one on my own. I am only 5'7", athletic build, pretty much smooth all over except below. Blonde hair that is just long enough to tie back in a top knot, and blonde porn star moustache (although far from being a porn star lol). At 40 years old I'm pretty much your average guy. I had bought my dream leather outfit in hopes to use it one day and sure enough that day came. A tight black leather vest and a short gladiator kilt with pockets for my keys and stuff, but also just long enough to cover my arse but not much more and some black ankle high leather boots like for robin hood. I was chatting to a 6' tall bear online named Dave and he was local and offered to take me to a leather event in the city at a seedy bar. His pic showed a true bear muscled hairy chest and a trimmed beard. He would have been in his 50's. He emphasized "seedy" and I sent him a pic of my arse cheeks. A tattoo of a pig on one cheek and the word pig on the other. He immediately said I'd be quite popular and asked if I had any limits. Without giving it much thought I just said "red and brown" and that was it. He came over to check out the outfit before the night. He turned up in tight jeans and tshirt and I was wearing my leather outfit for the first time. He was hotter than his pictures. Upon entering I got a huge bear hug and his tongue was down my throat in minutes. Then he broke off the kiss and slapped my arse and suggested we go on the balcony for a smoke and test the outfit out. "Test it out" I wondered to myself. We stepped out onto the balcony and lit up a cigarette each and he told me to lean against the railing as though I was leaning against the bar having a drink. I did so as I smoked and he stood behind me slowly exploring my body from behind. "Grab that chair and put it next to you like it is a stool. Just like at the bar." I did as he said as I continued to smoke. Then he said, "you got a couple of beers, need to make it real, see if it all works". So I got us a few beers and went back to the position as I drank a beer and smoked. "Perfect," he said. I heard him spit and then felt his hand go up under the back of my kilt as his finger slid straight into my hole as I drank. "Nice. Need to practice keeping it discreet" and I hear him undoing the buckle of his jeans and zipper. "Now, no turning around. At the club you need to learn to relax, drink as though everything is normal regardless of what is going on behind you." I do as I am told and feel the head of what must be a thik 8" cock pressing at my arse entrance. Leaning in and whispering in my ear he says, "Remember, act as though nothing is out of the ordinary and I am just showing you some affection as you drink". And I feel his cock shove balls deep in me in one thrust. I jump slightly but remember the instructions and light up another smoke as he holds it there to let me relax. After about 30 seconds he leans in again and starts talking in my ear as though he is trying to speak to me in a loud club and says, "this is what it will be like at the club. You just relax at the bar and don't look back. I'll be next to you for support, but you take any cock and load that rocks up behind you, ok?". My response is a little loud and clear as he starts to slowly fuck me, "Hell yeah". In about 5 mins he speeds up slightly and then I feel it. That warm wet sensation of being bred. "That's it. Act normal and take my seed". He slowly pops out of my hole without creating any distance between us and discretely zips up his fly and does his belt up. Stepping to the side with his hand on my lower back, he leans in and kisses me telling me I will do well on the night. He then leaves without much more of a word and I get a text that Friday saying "ready for tomorrow night my little piggy?" I responded, "ready and willing". Come Saturday night Dave picks me up and drives me to the venue. It definitely is seedy, but I am already hard in my jocks at the thought of what's coming. Dave is very sensual the whole drive. Leaning across and kissing me at light stops and hi hand on my leg the whole time. He is wearing leather chaps and a harness and leather boots. He looks so hot. We walk in and the club is already cranking with a leather crowd from guys in their early 20's to their 60's. Dave has his hand across my shoulder like we are a couple which relaxes me a lot. I see lots of guys in leather and tattoo'd guys. I see plenty of biohazard tattoos too which look hot but stupidly think nothing more of it. I feel like I am in pig heaven. Dave says hi and introduces me to guys of various ages as we walk to the bar. I see a few winks exchanged between Dave and his mates as we proceed. We find two stools near the bars and David sits on one and as I go to sit on the other he stops me and says, "No. You don't get to sit. Just lean over your stool and against the bar and enjoy the beer. Remember the rules?" I nod with a yes to him and settle in so-to-speak. Only 5 mis in and I feel a hand at my arse and the heat of a body and crotch of a man standing right behind me. The music is loud so it is hard to hear, but he is talking to Dave and Dave is smiling and nodding his head. I feel a rough hand go under the back of my kilt like Dave did earlier that week and a finger goes straight up my arse. Dave stands up close to me as though talking to the man behind me when I feel a thick raw cock slide right in me. I remember my training and act as though nothing is happening and continue to drink. The fuck is gentle and discreet as I feel the first warm load fill my hole. In minutes the man is gone and everything is normal. Over the next hour I take at least 8 loads. Maybe more but I lost count. There was pretty much a constant stream of men and cocks behind me. I have a stream of cum starting to drip down the insides of both legs as cum is starting to leak out during and after fucks. It feels so good but I relaise I haven't seen a single one of the guys that fucked me. I turn to Dave and say I need to piss. He kisses me passionately and points to the restroom saying, "no side trips, we are just warming up." Amongst numerous wandering hands I manage to go piss and return to my place at the bar. Dave begins to make out with me a lot now for about half an hour before going back to his stool and nodding at someone behind me. Then it starts again and I know I took at least 20 loads that way that night. There is a small puddle of cum on the ground under me and the insides of my legs are actually wet. Finally Dave tells me it's time to go home and that I have been a good little pig. He kisses me deeply and says "welcome to the brotherhood" and leads me out of the bar holding my hand. As we get to his car he turns me around and bends me over the bonnet and before I know whats happening he is balls deep in my sloppy hole fucking me really deep and hard before blasting his load in me. Dave drops me off out the front of my place and says he will call me tomorrow and makes me promise not to clean out or shower until tomorrow afternoon. I happily oblige. I get a call from Dave the next day to see how I am holding up and I say I am a little sore but otherwise feeling very fulfilled. He laughs and says he wants to come over later to check in on me. When he comes over later he has me back on the balcony as before but this time both of us are in jeans and he is pumping another load into my sore hole and for the first time he is more direct. "well that should be your last poz load for the weekend I imagine". The brotherhood comment the night before was a good hint but I was pretty buzzed from the beer so it didn't sink in. Weirdly I was not overly concerned either. Seeing the look on my face he pulls his shirt up to reveal a biohazard tattoo just above his cock. He continues matter of factly, "mate, I think you are hot, and I kind of want you to me mine so you have taken a few poz loads of me already, and last night at least half of the guys that bred you were poz too and not medicated. I am pretty sure at least one or two of them are the father of my poz babies.' TBC

I know I'm not picky or proud of it, but if I'm at a club or orgy that is active, it is pretty easy for me to sample 30 to 35 different holes for a few strokes, and get 5 or 6 different guys to put their poles in my hole. While two thirds or more were repeats, I did it pretty much every Friday and Saturday night, so it added up over 9 years of living there. I still take sexcations, at least once a year, where I can pretty easily have sex with over a hundred different guys over a 3 or 4 day period, and probably only half of those are repeats. I prefer to think of it as being hypersexual.

I've already replied to this thread, but have been watching other responses. Thanks to someone on this forum, I'm trying really hard not to "yuck someone else's yum." And I can only hope that other people won't "yuck my yum." "Different strokes for different folks" as the old saying goes... If kissing isn't your thing, don't "yuck" those of us who enjoy kissing as part of sex. >> I <<, at least, won't "yuck" you for not being interested in kissing during sex. 💜

Im lucky enough that i never been fucked with a condom. taking it raw since day 1

Part 1 I think of myself as a very average guy. Even when I get compliments about my looks I think that the guys are just trying to play nice or cultivate a fuck buddy relationship. I'm 29 y.o., total bottom, kinda submissive, smooth, 5.57 ft, athletic "twinkish" body (pics attached for better illustration). This day I just needed to get my hole filled with stranger spunk and headed to a bathhouse. That's not something I do frequently because I live a little far from the good sex clubs and i hate getting stuck in traffic after or before a fuck session. So there I was. Took my clothes of, wrapped a towel on my waist and got on the booth. There was a lot of good looking guys walking around or standing in the same spot waiting for a fuck, but most of them looked like they wanted the same as me: getting fucked hard and taking a nice load in the ass. So, i was starting to think I was wasting my time. So i was there standing in the booths hallway when he passed by. He was white daddy around 50 y.o., 6,2 ft, kinda muscular, short grey hair, massive fur in his chest, huge belly but nice pecs, and wasn't handsome at all. As soon as he spotted me, he stopped close and pressed his big bulge under the towel. He wasn't totally soft but I was impressed by his potential thickness. He motioned to enter a booth while he was staring at me and still grabbing his cock. I hesitated a little but since no one was looking I thought I should give it a try. He had a very serious, kind mean look on his face, As i entered the booth he closed the door threw his towel away and forced me on my knees. I was hypnotized by the godly awful smell in his extremely hairy crotch, he definitely didn't shower that day. He had at least 9 uncut inches and was very thick . So the faggot slut possessed me and I sank my face in his huge hairy balls trying to get some of that stinky in it. I must have spent 5 min just licking and smelling his balls and then moved to his cock. I pulled his foreskin and his cock head was covered in cheese. With no hesitation, i put it all in my mouth at once and savored his dirty cock with my tongue. That made him go crazy and he started facefucking me hard and since i have no gag reflex, i forced myself out of his cock and barfed a little on the floor and some of it fell on his foot. That's when his first words came out. He slapped my face really hard and said: - Show me your fuck hole, slut! So i climbed on the booth bed and exposed my hole in doggie style, blinking it as an invite for a good anal fuck. I was hoping he wouldn't use a condom. I looked behind and he was wanking furiously looking at my smooth ass. So he spit on his tool and tried to jam his raw cock at once in my ass, which made me see stars and retract my hole immediately. Every thrust he gained a little more entrance and i lost a little more desire. We never discussed status since practically no words were exchanged, but i always think whoever is fucking me is giving me a poz load to make me hornier. The whole time he had one hand pulling me by the hair and the other pressing my back to force me arch my body. I took his giant cock silently so we didn't grab the attention from the crowd in the other booths. By that point I wasn't feeling pleasure at all, but my mind was tricking me. I had to please this man. I had to let him use me however he wanted because in the dark corners of my mind i truly believe that's how a total bottom should serve a (supposed) total top. He was fucking me for good solid 30 min. The plowing gets harder and harder and i was about to give up and tell him i couldn't take it anymore. But in a sudden move he pulls me by the hair and whispers in my ear: - Get ready you whore, here comes my load! Next thing i was being flooded by the most powerful load i had ever taken. I stood there on all fours tasting his load, desperately twitching my hole trying to absorb it all. I look back and there was that evil look in his face again, almost like he was despising me. Another hair pull: - Now listen to me carefully. We are going to my place now. I always come here to rape some stupid pussy and tonight is your night. Let's go get dressed and follow me. We went downstairs and i was about to bail heading to the smoking area but my legs betrayed me, so we head to the locker room, got dressed, paid and left.

i actually hear "you DDF?" much more often. i usually just nod are give some barely answered response. perhaps this is a dick attitude, but i only asked such things before i got a prep. i mean, im fucking raw because i accept the risks i take and they should too. if i give someone an STI because im in that window of infected but no symptoms yet, thats the risk they took when they decided to fuck around. not my problem. the condom thing w cheaters im more wish washy on. i purposefully don't travel w them. sometime when i host and they ask i deny i have any. i mean, if u require it, then fucking bring your own. but my willingness to cave is proportionate to how thirsty i am to get fucked. a dick in your home is worth two on grindr. 😜

Well ......... maybe what "Christianity" has morphed into over these past two millennia. Hardly recognizable these days.

Matt and Roger I’m Matt, 27, 6’3”, 230, white, coarse dark brown hair, buzz cut, furry chest, legs, trimmed beard, brown eyes, 7.5 thick cut dick, TT, gym rat, and workaholic. Roger, my boyfriend of six years, is 5’11” 185, 3/4 white 1/4 blatino, eight inches, thick uncut dick, vers, with really light olive skin with sporadic dark curly hair. He's also gym rat. We’ve been monogamous for all six years and have lived together for four in the upper east side of Manhattan. We have in a nice daily routine, which consists of waking up, my fucking a load into him, going to work, lifting at the Equinox from six to seven PM, taking a steam, and heading home to stuff our faces with protein. Sometimes we fuck again at night but usually we save it for the morning session. Monday. This morning Roger had to go out of town for work until Friday, so he left for the airport at 6:00 AM. I missed fucking him, but I didn't jack off because I knew I would have his hole when he got back. I slept in until the last minute and headed to work where I found my balls unusually heavy, and when walking to the break room to get coffee my dick had scarcely rubbed against my boxers when it got somewhat fluffy. Then, when my straight Dominican 45 year old 6’1” 200 lb masculine beefy co-worker came into the break room and began chatting with me about expense reports, my gaze drifted back and forth between his soft wet dark pink lips and the dick bulge visible even through his suit pants. Involuntarily I licked my lips thinking about the taste of his surely uncut, musky dick and ass. By now my dick was pumped full of blood. I definitely needed to stop looking at him. One day of cum backing-up and I was already turning into an animal. Heading back to my desk I popped an Adderral and before I knew it, 5:00 PM arrived, so I headed to the gym. Although my dick was a half staff, I managed to bust out my lift, pop by Chipotle, and get to bed early. Tuesday I was even more horny, and my dick involuntary got hard throughout work. After I was done I headed to the gym, only to find the locker room was busier than normal, with probably twenty or so guys, half of whom were getting dressed, and half of whom were milling around wearing only a towel, en route to the steam room or showers. My senses were heightened. I could smell and practically taste the odor of man. My eyes discretely explored the various bodies as I passed through the locker corridors. In the second such corridor I found a muscled body, fully naked, bent over as he was putting his underwear on. His hairy hole was fully exposed for the second I could observe him. My dick jumped. If it was socially acceptable I would have spit fucked him right there, right then. Instead I went into the last corridor to my usual locker, only to discover two furry bearded muscle daddies, about 50 years old, one 5’9 175, the other 6’ 200, both wearing briefs and pulling on their workout clothing. I can’t help but visually explore their tight furry, veiny, leathery bodies, including the top of a scorpion tattoo which was visible on the waist of the taller man. My eyes made their way down to his hefty bulge visible through his white briefs. His dick was clearly a giant. I could almost see veins running down through the fabric. His balls were so heavy his briefs were sagging somewhat, and his whole crotch was obviously bushy with dark hair. He was definitely a piggy poz daddy. I wanted to bury my face against his crotch. The blood, meanwhile, was surging into my dick, and my entire body temperature was rising. Although only a few seconds had passed since I rounded the corner, both men noticed I was looking. They paused in their chat, which led me to realize my mouth was gaping open, and I was all but drooling. Blushing, I quickly started changing, thinking to myself 'Fuck, you're an idiot. I love Roger'. I also thought 'You're definitely going to have to jack off tonight, if only to get some release'. The two daddies, however, were like lions stalking weak prey. The taller one initiated conversation with me remarking "I hope the gym isn’t as busy as this shit show locker room.” “Hah, agreed,” I replied. "What are you lifting today?” he persisted. "Chest and probably some shoulders. You?” "Nice. I'm working chest and tri’s. Dave here is doing cardio. If it’s nuts out there and you want any machine I’m on, don’t hesitate to let me know.” “Thanks, man. Same to you.” With that the three of us walked upstairs to the workout floor where it truly was a shit show. Nearly every machine and weight was occupied. I got lucky and spot a bench which was about to be vacated, and started loading up the 45's. The six foot daddy approached remarking “Hey, lucky guy, you mind if I join you?” "Not at all. Matt here. What's your name?” “Frank. Nice to meet you. Guess you're up first, youngin'.” Laying back on the bench I could feel Frank's eyes undressing me, and to be honest it was reciprocal, because when I looked up I found myself staring at his bulge and black furry armpits. I also found myself thinking he must be middle-eastern decent, or his ancestors came from somewhere in that part of the world. His arms were huge and quite veiny. He was wearing a black tank top and grey basketball shorts which complemented his build. As I lay there I inhaled a few times to pump up for my set. The smell of dick musk was palpable and intoxicating, so naturally blood pumped into my dick. “Hey Matt, you going to do this or just pass out from breathing too much?" Frank joked, his voice extremely deep and sexy. I busted out my set, and then, now spotting him, my bulge was huge, as I was half hard. I try to adjust my dick in my boxers to minimize its appearance, but Frank, already laying down and looking from a position where he could see up the leg of my shorts, chuckled and suggested “Move a bit forward so I can look up your shorts and see what’s causing this distracting view." Blushing, I smiled and awkwardly didn't make a reply. Frank kept up the banter throughout his entire set, and ended-up working with me for the rest of my routine. After every lift he either patted my back, butt, or briefly massaged my neck in a very bro style. He knew exactly how to seduce me, and as we walked towards the locker room Frank made his move “Dave is going to be doing cardio for a bit longer. We almost meet here after work, but he usually leaves after I do. How about grabbing Chipotle? I’m starving.” I was also, and without hesitation replied “Sure, I’m game.” We quickly changed into our street clothing and headed out. Just as we hit the street he briefly massaged the back of my neck as he asked “Hey, do you mind if we pop into my place really fast so I can get a heartburn pill? I love hot sauce but it kills me. My apartment is on the way to Chipotle.” It felt wrong but I couldn't think fast enough to get out of it. “Sure no problem.” His place was on the next block up. Walking in, he pulled off his shirt, kicked off his shoes, and dropped his pants and underwear as he moved deeper into the apartment. His body was so strong, and showed quite a bit of fur on his upper back and above his ass. His ass and legs were, in fact, completely covered in thick black hair. My heart was about to explode out of my chest and my dick was pumping full of blood. I wanted to lick him all over. “Sorry, man, I'm gonna throw on some dry clothing, real quick.” As he paraded into his bedroom I could see his dick sway between his legs. I had to regain my composure, so I asked to use his bathroom. "Sure, use the one through here, though, attached to my bedroom. The guest bathroom is being renovated." No sooner had I entered his bedroom he than he turned to me, his monstrous, poisonous, uncut dick thick and half hard. His scorpion tattoo also caught my eye, especially because it was much bigger than I had realized, stretching from his waist to his balls, buried in black hair. Stepping forward, Frank grabbed my face and growled "Come here." He had me under his spell. When he jammed his tongue into my mouth I was surprised how soft his lips felt, surrounded by his thick beard. Pulling back slightly, he ordered "Open your mouth.” I complied without a thought and he spat deep into my mouth, actually hitting the back of my throat. Again his mouth engulfed mine, his tongue wresting with mine. I felt virtually weak kneed with lust as my dick throbbed with arousal, my precum seeping into my underwear. He completely dominated me, and it seemed only correct that as his tongue explored my mouth and throat, he should pull my pants down and my shirt off over my head. My mind flashed ever so briefly to Roger, and a wave of guilt hits me, but the combination of Frank and my throbbing dick overcame my sense of guilt. There was no question: at least at this moment, Frank and my throbbing dick were in control. As we kissed, Frank's hand made its way to my furry muscular ass, squeezing first one, then the other cheek, hard, grunting into my mouth as he did so. Then he found my asshole and starts to scratch into it. Fuck, no one had done that to me in so long. It felt amazing. Even though I was completely dry, he forced his middle finger in knuckle deep, digging away. It seemed as if electricity was shooting from my hole to my dick. I could probably could have cum from that play alone, but instead he pulled closer against his chest, in so doing trapping his rock hard monster cock between our bodies. I'm not exaggerating when I say it stretched all the way up to my chest. And fuck, he was poz. His massive dick was leaking toxic precum onto my chest. I thought 'Well, I can’t get poz from spit, right? So as long as we just jack off I'm good', but Frank apparently had a different idea 'cause he took me into his arms, picked me up, and deposited me on the bed as he joined me there, the entire move without having let go of me. At this point his rock hard monster nine inch, thick uncut dick was oozing precum onto my stomach. Positioning himself between my legs, Frank ground his dick against mine as we continued making out. It had been so long since I've been with a guy other than Roger that everything felt new, and it was new in another sense. I had never before been dominated. Breaking our kiss, Frank stood up, and, standing over my body, jacked his huge furry dick while twisting his nipple. Then he crouched over my face, presenting his massive balls for me to admire. I was in sensory overload. They were so ripe. Taking ragged, deep breaths, I was all but getting high off of Frank's man smell. I wanted all of his sweat in my mouth. Frank, however, had his own agenda, and he placed his dickhead onto my forehead, which allowed me to lean my head all the way back so I can finally taste his dick, which was apparently his objective, as he slowly guided his dick head towards my mouth, pulling back his foreskin, and squeezing himself in the process. Silky poz cum oozed out of his head, flowing into my mouth. Although at one level I knew it was pure poison I unhesitatingly swallowed it. Frank then sank his dick into my mouth, and I opened as widely as I could. Nevertheless his cock head could barely fit into my mouth. Not to be deterred, Frank grabbed my jaw and forced his dick down my throat. I couldn't breath or move. He was virtually impaling me from the top down. My dick seemed to be getting harder the deeper he went into my throat, and finally his balls were resting on my nose. He remained stationary, balls deep, for several seconds as I struggled not to choke and cough, but eventually I had to at least try to push his weight off of my face. Still he was in charge as he thrust in a few times, grunting with pleasure. My throat involuntarily kept trying to swallow his massive piece of meat, even as my eyes streamed with tears from the effort of accommodating him. After what seemed to be about 20 seconds he finally pulled out. I gasped for air, my spit thick and stringy. "Good boy,” he whispered. Then he leaned forward, dangling his dickhead at my mouth and swallowed my seven and a half inch dick with ease. My balls tighten and tingled, and involuntarily I moaned, grunting "Oh fuck, I'm close.” Pulling off immediately, Frank growled "We can't have that yet.” I reached down to jack myself off, but he grabbed my hand, stopping me. My dick was so hard it seemed permanently flexed, and was almost hurting. I was so close to cumming to use the words 'blue balls' doesn't give the experience credit. Frank, meanwhile, picked-up with his agenda, and climbed over and behind me, pulling my legs up and initially onto his muscular hairy shoulders, then, as he propped my torso back on my shoulder blades, so my hole was facing the ceiling, my knees were now flung forward, resting on the mattress, one leg flanking each side of my head. With one hand he grabbed under both of my knees so he could examine my hole. I was completely exposed, and he was so strong. Spitting directly into my hole, he fingered it in, massaging my ass lips. My dick had never been so hard. More spit, and more massaging. I knew what he had in mind, and I didn't care. He was hitting my prostate; I felt him working the cum out of my balls with each prod. I was a human fuck toy to him. Then he pulled my legs back down to his shoulders, leaned forward, and gave me a deep kiss. His huge uncut dickhead likewise kissed my open hole. This was so dangerous. I knew it was, and I suspected he was leaking precum into my hole. Giving one last effort to be rational, I gave a half-hearted effort to push him off and to break off the kiss, trying to explain "Noo.. no way I’m bottoming.. I have a bo....” Frank didn't care about my protestations. He leaned over me again, jamming his tongue back into my mouth, his dick head now firmly lodged against my hole. Rocking our bodies a few times, I senses his slick foreskin unrolling on my hole, revealing the poisonous leaking raw helmet out of which his precum freely oozed. In fact I could feel his excess spit and his precum dripping down my ass crack, onto my back. My hole was slicker with each of his thrusts, and my head spun in excitement as Frank broke through my sphincter, opening me up with small thrusts, pushing ever harder to sink ever further in. Then, when he was about three inches in, he stopped. My hole was wrapped so tightly around his giant dick, I found myself involuntarily flexing my ass muscles, not knowing what to do otherwise with the foreign object lodged there. Moaning like a lion Frank muttered "Fuckk.. too tight,” his dick flexing and throbbing as he bred me with his poz cum. My dick spasmed without any manual touch, stimulated by his flexing dick which flooded my hole with his seed as he sank further into my ass. “You’re mine now,” he murmured, repeatedly kissing me. With this he pushed me over the edge. I moaned into his mouth as my balls erupted, volley after volley of my cum flowing onto my chest and neck. My hole was in unknown ecstasy. Frank's huge hairy balls were now on my ass as he had bottomed out and was not moving, but his cock continued flexing, doubtless oozing more and more poz cum into my ass. We made out for several more minutes, our tongues intertwined, but eventually Frank slowly withdrew his snake from the depths of my ass and then collapsed on the bed to my right, pulling me under his arm. We lay there breathing heavily, taking in the experience. I found myself thinking 'What the fuck have I just done?' My asshole was still gaping, and I could surely feel Frank's poz jizz leaking on to my ass cheeks and the bed. Taking a deep breath, Frank propped himself up on his elbow and wryly asked, "So, was that the first poz load you've taken, youngin'?” a smile in his eyes and on his lips.

Tex woke up early and excited.. It was the biggest holiday of the year in their house! He rushed to the tree to open the gifts his family had bought him. He got a custom made “leather Daddy” outfit,, several bottles of lube, a new paddle, a gift card to Daddy's Boy Limited and a t-shirt that said “Grandpas make the best lovers” from the twins The tree was called The Family Tree and it was Father’s day. Nick had a surprise planned and had been working on it for over a year. He had gotten his Father’s day fucks from the twins yesterday. The boys had taken turns riding their father’s cock and taking his incestuous loads in their asses while Tex had spent time with his other son Barry and had lunch with his daughters Carry Nick had been working with Agnes over at Angel Research And Diagnostic ever since she had told him about some cutting edge research she was working on. People often forgot that Nick had made his original fortune off of a company that analyzed and sequenced DNA. He had a degree in genetic research after all Getting the samples from Tex without him figuring it all out was a little difficult. They needed a lot to work with. The cells were screened for every possible negative genetic marker and finally a sample of a few thousand “Genetically clean” cells was separated out, luckily both he and Tex had very few genetic problems in their ancestry, Nick’s own samples were processed the same way and finally combined with Tex’s in a new process that would change the world Nick’s phone buzzed with a text from Agnes “It’s time and it’s coming fast. You better get here soon Nick had told Tex to get dressed for a day out because he had a feeling it would be today and without explaining why he rushed his father/husband to the car Tex was surprised when Nick turned into the hospital parking lot . Agnes met them in the lobby and took them to a side room where they all changed into scrubs and put on masks and gloves, making Tex even more curious They all backed through a swinging door and into a delivery room where a woman was in labor “Nick, what the hell is going on!” Tex asked “The woman is a surrogate Tex, that’s our Baby she is having, Yours AND mine” Tex's jaw dropped “How?...” then he remembered. He and Nick were part of the 100. Their spirits had been there on The Entity Platform when it had said that thanks to Agnes and her research, different genders were no longer going to be needed for human reproduction (See the Zeke’s Tales chapter posted June 10th 2024) “We have the process of combining the genetic material in two sperm or two ova into a genetically neutral egg/. For you two we strenuously tested the resulting eggs for genetic defaults and found none, One was implanted into your surrogate and a perfectly normal pregnancy occurred” Agnes answers him “Nick’s knowledge of genetic sequencing and the equipment he created for doing it quickie were a huge help, It sped up our research by years. Your son will be the 100th same sex generated baby born, It took a bit longer because of the extra screenings we did to ensure a healthy child” Nick laughed “You are the most unobservant man in the world Tex. You never noticed that the smaller guest room has been converted to a nursery. The twins did most of the work and can’t wait to meet their new brother” “Our baby? Our son?” Tex said “Yes, I want to raise a child with you. With the anti aging drugs getting better and better we have decades healthy life ahead of us, It will mean a change in lifestyle for us and everyone knows that things we used to do in the open in the apartment will have to be more private, like before the Twins were 18” Nick said “Oh and your mother is here in town to help. She insisted” Nick threw in at the end “Did everyone know except me?” Tex asked a bit irritated “Pretty much” Nick answered flippantly “This was you Father’s Day surprise and they all wanted to help, they are all waiting to see the baby" The delivery was uneventful. This was the surrogates 4th time giving birth and she had never had a problem with the process They named the baby Gabriel Ezekiel after the two entities Nick and Tex now knew they were agents of and who had pushed them together in the first place. The influence of those two eternal spirits had started the ball rolling on all of this Tex had tears in his eyes as he held his new son for the first time. He had never dreamed almost a decade ago when he had married Nick that this day would come. The baby had a darker skin tone than either of his fathers and Nick’s hair, his face was Tex in miniature though They brought the baby home two days later and Tex’s mother was a huge help along with Carry and the twins Raesa, who everyone called Rae, was a stunning woman. Though she was in her 80s the anti aging drugs made her look and feel no older than 30. In fact she looked younger than either of her sons. She had dark skin and kept her hair short and blond She brooked no nonsense and when the twins had jokingly called her “Granny” she had blistered their hides with swear words and curses.that would embarrass a sailor. She moved into the larger guest room ans became a permanent part if their lives “All my family is here, why would I be anywhere else?” She explained, Her 4th husband had passed away a couple years ago leaving her comfortably well off and she had decided to dedicate her remaining years to her somewhat strange family, though she still dated, usually men less than half her aged. She accepted the strange relationships without question. “Who am I to judge” she would say Little Gabe had so much love growing up! His papas and twin brothers along with their husband JJ were just upstairs and Rue (She secretly let HIM call her Granny) was just next door. His other brother Barry came by often with his husband Wade. As well as Uncle Louis and his husband Alex His sister Carry had an apartment just a few floors down and she lived with her long term girlfriend Becky. They were tons of fun. They exposed him to many things but pushed him towards none of them. From the age of 5 they let him pick his own clothes and right now he was into “Buster Bear” shirts, It was his favorite cartoon. He didn’t really understand when Papa Tex said he “voiced” the character but Papa sure could imitate Buster Bear good They took him to ball games and museums. They took him fishing and had Barry teach him how to sew. Granny Rae taught him to dance and sing as well as how to cook. He grew up speaking fluent English, French and Arabic. Carry taught him how to ride on the back of a motorcycle and the best way to repair one in her opinion “You find yourself a good mechanic and let them do it” she told him she told him dryly when the twins kept making jokes about her automatically knowing how to fix a carburetor. The twins were funny but Gabe didn't get their jokes a lot of the time and this one seemed to irritate Carry His dads only requirements for him were that he do well in school and keep his room neat, also he was never to go upstairs without asking on the in house intercom if it was ok to come up “Adult stuff goes on up there and you should respect their privacy” Granny Rue told him, then she gave him a really cool necklace that he wore all the time now, He didn’t know that the necklace set off a buzzer in the upstairs bedrooms and locked the doors if he started up the stairs without permission With all their precautions they managed to keep Gabe from seeing things he shouldn’t while maintaining an active, even robust sex life When Gabe was in his first year of high school he went through the mandatory “Sex Ed” class where contraception and reproduction were explained. Both male/female reproduction and same sex reproduction The process had advanced greatly since his birth 14 years ago. A way had been found for men to carry their own children. In fact some straight couples were starting to chose that option when a pregnancy was to dangerous for the woman because of health reasons Gabe already knew most of this though. Papa Nick and Aunt Agnes were at the head of all that research. He knee that a man had successfully carried a baby for the first time when he was six years old. He also knew that some people didn’t like it but that popular support for the advancements had mostly shut them up Aunt Agnes had told him all that when he saw her. She was always present when he went to see his Doctor, who just happened to be her son Cole He had overheard Dr. Cole tell his mom “I have never cine across anything that says he is not a normal, healthy boy. There is no difference between him and a child conceived the old fashioned way” The adults in his life were open with him about sex, answering any questions he had in clinical but non-judgmental tones. He came out to the family when he was 16 by casually asking if he could go out on a date with a boy in his class he thought was really cute. The boy had asked him to go to a school dance with him Gabe rolled his eyes when he saw both his Papas among the adult chaperones at the dance. The two tried to play innocent but Gabe knee better. He notice them holding hands and watching, misty eyed as he danced with his date among the other kids The crowd was made up of about half boy/girl pairs and half same sex pairs also mixed race pairs were almost as common a same race ones. It just seemed natural to the kids as it did to most of their generation though they also understood that it had not always been like that Another required class they all had to take to graduate was a factual accounting of the history of race relations, the civil rights movement, the fight for sexual equality and the gay rights movement. They were studying the Stonewall Riots this week in Gabe’s class Gabe got his first real kiss that night but it didn’t go any further with both his Papa’s there pretending not to watch from a distance He dated the boy several more times but as young people do they soon found other interest, though they remained friends During Gabe’s senior year Granny Rae turned 100 years old and still looked 30. She also married her 5th husband that year who actually was 30… Go Granny She moved across town to a large house and Gabe missed her a lot though he saw her several times a week Gabe graduated at the top of his class in a four way tie for valedictorian with two girls and Shelby who was nonbinary His entire family made so much noise as he walked across the stage in his cap and gown that he blushed and grinned up at them They threw him a huge party in the apartment on his 18th birthday that went late into the evening The twins and JJ had already headed upstairs when Gabe and his Papas saw the last guests, Granny Rae and her husband to the elevator You would have to be a total idiot to live in this apartment for 18 years and not realize what was going on upstairs and Gabe had made some decisions “Wait a moment you two” Gabe said as his Papas turned to start up the stairs “What is it, Son?” Papa Tex asked Gabe stepped up to him, he was as tall as Papa Tex but built like Papa Nick with that more rounded ass and stockiness so it was easy to reach his lips as Gabe kissed him, really kissed him, tongue and all Then he did the same to Papa Nick and when he was done he took this startled Papas by the hands and led them upstairs ************************************************************************************************************ I hope you like my Father’s Day Special Story. It popped into my head when I realized how important the holiday would be in Nick and Tex’s home and family Let me know what you think! Scanbu

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Chapter 6 it was Saturday night and my girlfriend was due to return from her holiday the next afternoon. I was a little conflicted, I had enjoyed my playground with guys, but I hadn’t missed her. I checked my internet history before wiping it, it was all gay porn or cocksucking porn. Ideally I wanted her to stay away for another week whilst I just explored. However I was going on a night out with my mates, all straight so that would get me in the right frame of mind. We were in town and a few drinks in. I was at the bar getting a round in when I heard a voice ‘Fancy seeing you here! Bet your mates don’t know you’ve been taking cock!’ I looked round and it was Lara from the tattoo parlour. She was with a fit black guy. Instinctively I glanced at his crotch, hoping that Lara didn’t notice. ‘Don’t worry , I’m not going to out you …. But I see you quite like Mike here seeing as you’ve checked out his package already. And yes he has a big cock!’ ‘Uh oh’ was all I could stammer. ‘If you want a closer look go into the last stall in the gents when you’ve got these drinks in, you may get lucky!’ Lara continued. I bought the round and my cock brain had returned. What was I doing , I was in a straight bar with my mates but the thought of Mike’s cock was in my mind. I made a quick excuse to go to the loo to my mates, and waited in the last stall. I wasn’t there long when the door slowly opened. ‘Hello fag, Lara says you love cock, is that right?’ ‘Er yes’ I stammered quietly. ‘Good, then suck this baby’ Mike pulled down his trousers and my eyes widened. It was the thickest cock I had ever seen, and about 8 in sling. It just looked massive. I opened my mouth and as soon as Mike’s cock was inside he grabbed my head and started throatfucking me. I was gagging and gasping breaths where I could before getting used to the feeling. However, before long I heard Mike whisper in my ear, ‘I’m nearly there , swallow it all fag’ I readied myself as he erupted in my mouth. I tried to swallow it all but some dripped over my chin and down my shirt. ‘You’re not bad, I’ll tell Lara , she”ll get off on that’ Mike said as he pulled his trousers up and slipped out of the cubicle. I wiped my chin, savouring the taste in my mouth. I had to clean up my shirt and think of an excuse. I returned to my mates table.’ Had an accident in the gents? ‘ one asked, noticing the stain where I had wiped off some cum I had spilled. ‘Er yeah, the taps kinda splashed up’ I lied. A round or so later one of my mates said ‘ See that goth girl with the tattoos with that black guy, I reckon she fancies you, she’s been looking at you on and off for a while’ ‘ I can’t see that ‘ I replied, ‘and I don’t fancy getting beaten up by her boyfriend either’ . I noticed That Mike had slipped outside and she was on her own. ‘ Go on speak to her’ my mate said’ she looks the opposite of Jess goody two shoes’ he said , referring to my girlfriend. I played along, and casually sauntered up to her. ‘Mike says your good at sucking cock’ she said quietly before I could say anything.’ And he says he would like to fuck you properly’ .’ I Er um….’ I stammered. ‘ this is a one time offer. Go out to the back of the pub where the bins are, and he will fuck you there… or go and sit down with your straight boring mates. I will come and watch so they think you’re leaving with me. What’s it to be ? . My cock brain was taking over. ‘ I want fucking’ I whispered. Lara grabbed my hand and led me to the door, and outside. she ushered me to the bins. ‘Here, drop your trousers’ I did as I was told as I heard Mike approach. The cold air hit my exposes ass as I felt something cold roughly smeared on my ass. ‘There’s no way you’re straight Neil if you’re bending over for his cock’ Lara giggled as Mike pushed hard against my hole. My ass stung as it stretched to take his girth. ‘Ahh’ I groaned as I felt Mike was splitting my ass. ‘ good boy, I’m in’ Mike growled in my ear as he began fucking me. The pain eased but I was being roughly fucked between bins like a rent boy, as Lara had her hand in her knickers playing with herself as she watched me taking her boyfriends cock. ‘Go on Mike, cum in his queer ass, make him one of us’ she was saying as she was bringing herself off.. my head was swimming with the grunts of Mike and the fucking I was getting until Mike grunted one more time and pushed hard and I could tell he was cumming in me. I was breathless myself as I had taken a pounding. I felt cum drip out as Mike withdrew from my ass. Before I knew it Lara and him had disappeared and I was pulling up my pants hoping the cum leaking from my ass wouldn’t be obvious and seep through my jeans, as I made my way back into the pub, and returned to my mates. I blagged a story about a quick snog and feeling her up to save face and explain my absence, but my mind was wondering where I was heading after tonight….. to be continued…….

Chapter 3 I woke the next morning, and had morning glory thinking of the night before. However one thing had changed. I had expected the itch to be scratched, but it wasn’t. In fact , if anything it had gone the other way. I was thinking of Brad’s cock , half replaying in my mind me sucking it and half wondering if it was a dream. I should have learned not to make decisions whilst still horny. I grabbed my phone. ‘Hi’ I pressed send, the text sent to Brad. ‘Youre keen’ came the reply around 5 mins later. I had to make a quick decision. Horny cock brain was engaged. ‘ I want to learn more’ I replied. ’Good Boy, I will teach you all you need to know. 8pm, same place’ The time dragged at work. I was horny most of the day. I needed to cum but didn’t want to spoil the evening, or change my mind. I kept on the boil all day until the time came. I pulled up again outside . I walked up to the door, and like last time, it opened in silence. ‘strip’ came a voice in the dark, as the door closed. This time there were no lights on, just the tv screen again playing bareback porn, two heavily tattooed guys going hard at it. I stripped. My cock hard. ‘I am going to mould you, teach you and you will love the new you in time. I can’t promise you will still be with your girlfriend at the end of it, but you will love cock, cum and everything in between.’ ‘Yes sir’ I instinctively replied. ‘ I need to know you are serious, For you to show your commitment. You will go to Eagle tattoo parlour in town. Ask for Carl and say I sent you. He will give you a small discreet tattoo, he may even pierce you. Do you understand? ‘ ‘Yes sir’ I replied again. I was still hard and cock brain was in full control. ‘Now kneel’ I knelt and felt a blindfold go over my eyes. I felt his cock push against my lips and I opened my mouth to suck his cock once more. ‘Good boy, we are going to move on today. You liked my cum yesterday didn’t you?’ I nodded, still working on Brads cock. He lifted me and led me to what felt like a massage table, and bent me over, so my chest was laid flat, my ass exposed. He opened my legs so my ass naturally opened. He spread my cheeks and I felt His tongue start rimming my ass. Jess had never done this to me, and it felt amazing. I involuntarily pushed my ass towards my teacher. The next thing I was aware of was a bottle on front of my nose. ‘Inhale’ came the order. I sniffed, my head swam. Much later I found out these were poppers. My arse was still swimming in bliss when I felt a cold finger rubbing something round my hole. This was replaced by what I assumed was Brad’s cock. ‘what do u want boy?’ I tried to push back against his cock. ‘ I want it in me’ I whispered. ‘Can’t hear you’ ‘I want it in me please ‘ I said , much louder. ‘ one thing you need to know, if it goes in, it won’t come out until I’ve finished’ Brad stated. ‘ Please, just do it, I want it, your cock in me’ my horny cock brain was in full flow. Brad grabbed my shoulders and pushed in. I gasped, my ass felt full.’ Just relax, you will get to love this boy! ‘ Brad set off slowly but soon picked up pace. I felt my breath being fucked out of my body as he started pounding me. My mind was just blank, all I wanted was this, to feel my ass being fucked. ‘Here it comes boy your first load, I can tell it won’t be your last, ‘ and Brad grunted and pushed one last time as he came in my hole. I was panting as I felt my teacher soften and slide out. I felt empty. ‘Dress. Call me when you want lesson three. But you need marking at the parlour first if you want more,’ I grabbed my clothes, dressed in the darkness as the blindfold was removed, I could feel the cum keeping my ass moist as some started leaking out. I scooted to my car. I wanted to get home, cum myself and finger my hole, feeling my teacher’s load in me. I also had to google that parlour. I knew it wouldn’t finish here…… to be continued……….

Not sure if this goes here, but here we go. I read a last load post were the guy said he had never done ATM before (got more than he bargained for). Ive done Ass To Mouth literally EVERY TIME I get fucked. Everytime. Is it just the tops I got were a bit piggier? I know I am and I love cleaning my ass juices and cum off a big dick especially if the next dick starts fucking me right then. I just find it odd he had never done it and so many tops have made me do it. Am I the lucky one?

Chapter 2: The Shy Guy Adrian walked along the twisting shore road, kicking his shoes moodily into the gravel. He was, as usual, alone. Exmouth was a depressing dead-end trap of a village at the best of times, but Adrian had already learned one of the fundamental principles of life near the ocean – that there is no place so depressing that the ocean and a grey, cloudy, windy day can’t make it more so. It didn’t help matters at all that he was, and had always been considered, the Number One Loser in his peer group. All he could think about was how soon he’d be able to get out of this hellhole for good – and how he could make it happen The village had one main street, twisting and turning and climbing up and down over the rocky hummocks that passed for hills. The houses, all similar in size and shape, sprawled out along the road for the best part of a mile. Occasionally a short side “street” would lead to a couple of houses that had been denied one of the favoured spots facing the main highway. At the end of the village – well, there was the trick. It didn’t really end. Like so many similar villages along the windswept, rocky shores of Nova Scotia, Exmouth blended seamlessly into its neighbours on either side. And again, like so many similar places, those neighbours were imaginatively named Lower West Exmouth and Upper East Exmouth. It was impossible for any outsider to know, apart from the signs, exactly where Exmouth gave way to Lower West Exmouth or again to Upper East Exmouth, nor why it should be so. Adrian had never understood it either. At the ripe old age of fifteen, Adrian Pennyfather scuffed his way homeward from the bus stop where the school bus had delivered him from the regional high school, a forty-five minute drive away from Exmouth (on a good weather day) in the largest town in the region, Lawrason’s Harbour. He was thinking about those laughable village names, as it happened, and pondering about how the pointless nature of the names and boundaries of the villages exactly reflected the pointless nature of his life. Most teenaged boys go through at least occasional fits of feeling like total misfits, although some cover it up better than others. Adrian had started feeling like this sooner, and found that the feelings were lasting much longer, than they were for most of his contemporaries. His feelings guaranteed that he would feel intolerably shy, unable and unwilling to socialize with his peer group. To put it bluntly, he didn’t care about any of the things they ranted on and on about. Fish, for starters. Exmouth was, like most coastal Nova Scotia villages, a fishing port. Adrian’s dad, Patrick, was one of the village’s more successful fishermen. He had the biggest and fastest boat in town and had been one of the first in the region to equip it with electronic gear to help with hunting schools of haddock. Even more significant, he’d gone in on shares with two other men in the village to buy a second boat, perfectly equipped for the exacting business of placing and harvesting lobster pots. Patrick Pennyfather was a success, just as his father and grandfather had been before him, and he intended to hand the family trade on to his sons. Alex, four years older than Adrian, was all for that. He loved the sea and just messing about in boats, and he had a natural gift and an innate love for the whole realm of coastal fishing. Adrian hated it. His father, faced with such resistance to an obvious course of action, simply doubled down on the lessons, the pep talks, the stories of successes of the past, and all the rest. Adrian sighed inwardly and pretended to be interested. He did the same with his automatic registration in each successive level of the hockey leagues, where he made a passable but not glorious defenceman – again, in sharp distinction to the scoring records racked up by his older brother at left wing. Adrian’s mother, Mary (née O’Leary), a Newfoundlander through and through, had her own obsession – the dating life of her sons. “It would be a grand thing indeed for you lads to settle down here when you’re of age to be living on your own.” She was a great one for observing tradition, and her idea was that her boys should date and marry local girls and settle down in Exmouth. Alex, as the oldest, would marry first, of course, and would move into the house next door. That house had been the home of the local family which had adopted Mary after she’d been orphaned. The house was currently rented out to “city folks.” Adrian would follow suit in due course and would build a house for himself and his wife on the back forty of his parents’ property. It was the Exmouth way. Adrian had followed the same plan as he did with his father – cringing inwardly and invisibly, while coolly pretending agreement to his mother’s Grand Plan. School was just the same. He had to listen to all the other boys talking endlessly about things which were of absolutely no interest to him at all. Things like fish. And hockey. And girls. More precisely, girls’ boobs. And it was exactly there that Adrian found life at its most intolerable. “Hey, Ade, bet you’d love to slide your tool in between Linda’s boobs and squirt all over them.” That was almost a daily comment. Here is where fate had played a particularly nasty trick on Adrian. By whatever miracle of the hormones, he had been almost the first boy in his class to move into puberty, and certainly the first one to begin growing and changing in that vital area. As soon as that happened, it became obvious that Adrian Pennyfather’s dick was going to be the biggest thing going. At that, his nickname took on a whole new resonance. For years, his fellow students had called him “the biggest tool.” It was a time when the word “tool” had become a common slang nickname for a loser, an outsider, an idiot, or just about any other insult you wanted to heap on someone. “He’s such a tool.” It was when he was in Grade 4 that he had first heard someone say it: “Adrian has to be the biggest tool in class.” And it had continued to be his label. He’d dealt with it by keeping to himself, which fitted in with his natural temperament anyway. Now, things had changed. The words were being spoken in a tone of awe, tinged with respect. Now it was: “Adrian’s got the biggest tool.” He really did, too, and by a respectable margin. And his classmates now showed an endless obsession with the idea of him using it. “Hey, Ade, bet you’d love to slide your tool in between Linda’s boobs and squirt all over them.” Every guy in the school was obsessed with Linda Blairbourn’s eye-catching chest. Well, almost every guy. Adrian didn’t give a damn about Linda and her generously-proportioned mammaries. His ideas ran more along the lines of blasting his juice all over the furry, muscular chest of her older brother, Thomas. There were other guys in the village who turned Adrian’s crank, his older brother Alex being one of them, but the girls – especially Linda Big Boobs – left him cold. Adrian’s sexual fantasies were getting so strong, in fact, that the daily ritual of stripping and showering after PE class was turning into a real torment. He was lucky that his interest was in older guys – the scrawny, pimply fifteen-year-olds around him did not interest him at all. He was lucky, too, that the sheer size of his dick meant that it wouldn’t spring a woody nearly as fast as his peers’ more average meat sticks. Proof positive: when he was 17, one of the other boys on the hockey team got brave enough to organize a circle jerk, Adrian was actually the last of the group to get fully hard. He spent the next five minutes or so thinking about the Mona Lisa and the Venus de Milo until one of the others dropped the first load. Then he let himself enter into the spirit of the occasion. When he did cum, it was an impressive blast that shot high into the air before splattering back down over his body. The other guys murmured in awe. None of them had such a huge cock, and none of them could shoot that high. The truth of the matter was that Adrian was thinking about Thomas Blairbourn, and imagining himself sucking Thomas off to climax in his mouth when he blew. That year was actually a prime year for the senior hockey team. The group had held together for several years in a run with no additions or subtractions, and they not only defeated Lawrason’s Harbour for the district championship, but went all the way to the provincial finals, losing the final seventh-in-series championship game to an elite team from Halifax in a heartbreaking sudden-death overtime period. All the same, it was a remarkable season, and even Adrian had fired up enough on the ice to feel that he had made a fair and significant contribution to the run for the cup, especially when he was reaching his eighteenth birthday at the same time. His father thought so, too, and decreed that a short family vacation was in order. The result was a four-night long weekend in Boston. His father, frugal as always, had picked a small but clean hotel in the edges of the downtown area. The family had quickly figured out which way to go to the nearest bus stop so they could explore. Adrian, even quicker on the draw, had realized in no time flat that the hotel was just across the street and down half a block from a gay bar which he’d read about. On the second night, his parents wanted to go out and see the city all lit up by night. Alex wanted to take in a movie at a nearby theater. Adrian, quiet as always, declined any outing and said that he just wanted to stay in – he was still tired, he explained, from the exertions of the hockey season final games. Once his parents were clear, and Alex was off and away, Adrian sprang into action. He cleaned up as best he could, put on some discreet dark clothes, and headed out the door. He chose a quiet moment to slip across the street, and in another minute he was in the door of the bar. Sliding up to the bar, he fitted himself in between two older guys, caught the bartender’s eye, and asked for a Coke. The bartender looked him up and down, winked, and pushed a glass full of Coke and ice across the bar to him. “Here you go. On the house.” Adrian thanked him, tipped him, and then turned around to study the room. At once, he could tell that everyone in the room was studying him. Not surprising. Fresh, young meat, and an unfamiliar face. One sure thing, all the older guys were hovering, figuring out a good way to approach an obviously shy newbie. The winner, though, was another young fellow, no more than twenty (Adrian guessed). This red-headed guy slipped over to him, slapped him on the shoulder lightly, and said, “Hi, I’m Calum.” “Adrian.” “And you’re from…?” “Exmouth, Nova Scotia.” “Anywhere near Halifax?” “Not really – you gotta use a magnifying glass to find it on the map.” “Welcome to Baahston. Like it here?” The rest of the conversation followed along predictable lines. After barely a minute, Calum realized that he was dealing with an utter novice, shy as hell to boot, and knew that he’d have to do his best to educate the new kid. “Come on, Adrian. Let me show you the rest of the place.” They put down their glasses, and Calum led the way through the door at the back of the room. As they walked through the dark maze of the building, dimly lit with red and blue lights, Adrian caught glimpses of men – half-naked or naked, making out, jacking, rubbing…. “Oh, my God – is that guy actually…?” “It’s called rimming. Feels awesome! Want me to show you?” “Here?” “Why not?” Just like that, Calum spun Adrian around and pressed him against the wall in a bend of the corridor. There was still room for other guys to get by. He reached around, released the button, and pulled his jeans down. Then he tugged at the waistband of Adrian’s boxers, pulling them down to expose the younger boy’s sweet young ass. Calum spread his cheeks apart, sniffed deeply, and then buried his face deep into Adrian’s crack and began feasting on his hole. Adrian was feeling totally mind-blown. He’d never imagined anything like this ever happening. None of his unimaginative friends could either. All that these village boys could imagine a man ever doing with another man was cocksucking or cornholing. Calum was taking all of Adrian’s fantasy life and blowing the limits wide open, as his talented tongue and lips showed Adrian whole new worlds of male-male sexual interaction, stirring up feelings the fisherman’s son could never have imagined. Adrian moaned loudly, again and again, and then realized that they were attracting an audience. He didn’t mind. The wanton nature of what they were doing, the cascade of wild new sensations Calum was giving him, the attention from the onlookers…. “Shit! Look at that kid’s cock!” For once, Adrian didn’t mind his cock being noticed. He hadn’t realized until that moment that he had actually sprung the biggest, hardest woody of his young life. The things Calum was doing to him had given him the wildest turn-on he’d ever felt. Just as he thought that, his education took another massive leap forward. One of the guys watching dropped to his knees and leaned in to begin sucking Adrian’s cock. If he’d thought he was mind-blown before, this new sensation dragged him clear off the face of the earth. He’d never even come close to guessing what a hot mouth on his cock would feel like. The guy giving him his first blowjob was an expert sucker, but even so he could barely get half of that massive shaft inside his face. But then Calum broke in. He stood up, leaned closer to Adrian, and said, “Pull up your clothes and come with me.” Adrian broke away from the virtuoso cocksucker with some reluctance and followed Calum along the hall. Behind him he heard a voice saying, “Damn, that dick was fucking gigantic – I couldn’t even come close to deep-throating him.” Calum led him up a flight of stairs, chose an open door and dived in, pulling Adrian after him, and then closed and locked the door. The tiny room they were in had a single bed, and a small shelf with condoms and lube on it. “Damn, that was hot!” Adrian’s mind was still spinning from everything that had happened. “Sorry to break your fun, but I wanted to take this to the next level.” With that, Calum moved closer and pressed his lips to Adrian’s – and Adrian was experiencing his first man to man kiss. He got right into it, his hard-on throbbing in the half-opened front of his jeans as Calum taught him more and more. Calum had his hand fastened onto Adrian’s bulging boxers and was busily squeezing and rubbing Adrian’s giant handful as they made out. Now, he went gracefully down onto his knees and opened up the jeans, pulling down the shorts, wanting to suck this massive meat for himself. Calum wasn’t a bit more successful at taking it all than the older man downstairs, but judging by the moans pouring from Adrian’s mouth, this was not a problem. Suddenly, Adrian gave a small yelp of surprise and pleasure as Calum’s finger, wetted with spit, slid into his hole. He’d played with his ass himself, of course, but someone else’s finger in there took the game to a whole new level. Calum kept working him with finger (in back) and throat (in front) and Adrian’s moans got louder and more frequent. Calum stood up again, turned Adrian around and pushed him down onto the bed on all fours. He seized Adrian’s shoes and pulled them off, then followed with his jeans and boxers. Then he dived back into Adrian’s crack again, this time using finger and tongue together. When his probing, questing finger at last found Adrian’s magic button, Adrian cried out, “I can’t stop it – I’m going to shoot!” Calum quickly dived between his legs, rolling onto his back so he could get the quivering, jumping cock into his mouth. As soon as his lips closed around the head, Adrian exploded. The first spurt nearly filled Calum’s entire mouth. He gulped and swallowed, again, again, a fourth time, and still the sperm kept pulsing out. While he was sucking, he’d grabbed his own tool, given it three or four quick yanks, and exploded onto his own abs before dripping down onto the floor. Finally, he had to surrender and pull away, letting Adrian’s quivering tool fire out the last three or four squirts and then the drizzling aftermath onto his face. Calum pulled up and sat on the bed, then patted the sheet beside him as an invitation to Adrian to sit with him. Adrian leaned back against the wall, a dazed, all-gone smile on his face. “Damn, man, do you always shoot a gallon of cum like that?” “I don’t know. In case you hadn’t guessed, this is my first time with another guy.” “With that dick, and that kind of cumshot, you’re going to have the guys fighting over you wherever you go,” Calum said in an awed, respectful tone. Adrian laughed. The idea of being popular, in demand, wanted, needed, was so foreign to him that he had to laugh away his bafflement. But then Calum went on. “I’d love to have another round. I just don’t think I could take that dick of death in my hole. I’ve only ever been fucked a few times, and never by anything close to that huge.” “Do you want to fuck me?” “You’re joking.” “Do I look like I’m joking? It felt so incredible when you were rimming me and then had your finger inside me. I want to feel it all.” “So you’ve never been fucked.” “No. I told you, this is my first time.” “If you’re sure. I’ll be gentle. But it’s going to hurt.” “I don’t care. I want you to do me.” “Okay, then. Lie on your face.” Adrian did as he was told, and Calum went right to town on his hole again, using tongue and fingers – more than one finger now – to loosen his tight, virgin ass. Adrian continued moaning his pleasure as Calum worked him over. “Okay, I think you’re ready. Time to change places.” “Why?” “You’ll see.” Adrian got up, and Calum laid down on his back on the bed, his seven-inch cock standing up out of its nest of red hair. “Just plant your hole on it and sit down – at your own speed.” Adrian proceeded to do that. He straddled Calum, then placed the tip of Calum’s erection against his never-fucked ass pussy. And then he began to push. The pain made him cry out. Calum said, “Grab the lube – up there.” Adrian seized the small tube from the shelf, opened it, and smeared it over Calum’s dick and onto his own hole. Then he tried again, wincing at the pressure. After a few seconds, though, something gave way and, with one more searing flash of pain, Calum’s head was lodged inside Adrian’s body. “Oh my god!” Adrian cried out at the pain, but then he bit his tongue and pushed harder. This was what he wanted, a man’s cock inside his body, inside his ass, filling and stretching him. “Just hang on. Breathe deep breaths.” Good advice. Adrian took it. The waves of pain finally ebbed away until he could feel all the sensation of cock in his hole. “Fuck, that’s amazing.” “Okay, hold still,” With that, Calum began gently pushing up and then pulling down, and Adrian realized he was at last being fucked – and it felt incredible. As Calum’s tool pumped in and out of him, his own cock had filled up and was rock hard again, jumping up and down with each stroke. “Fuck, man, we gotta stop.” “Why, Calum?” “We forgot to use rubbers. And I’m about to cum.” “Fuck that. Keep going and give it to me. I want to feel your cum shooting inside me.” ‘If you’re sure….” “Quit talking and fucking fill me up!” Calum resumed pumping and after a few more thrusts he shot. And Adrian felt, for the first time, the sensation of his ass slowly turning wet as the cum spread around the head of Calum’s dick inside him. It was awesome – the most incredible sensation of this whole amazing night. Calum pushed him slowly upwards until his cock popped out, followed by a stream of cum as Adrian struggled to close up his newly-plundered man hole. He flopped down on the bed beside Calum, and then realized belatedly that he needed to cum again himself. He grasped his huge tool and began sliding his hand, but Calum stopped him. “Fuck, I don’t care how much it hurts. I want to get that thing inside me, and I want to get your load as well. Fair exchange!” He grabbed another tube of lube off the shelf, spread it around and into his hole, and then used his hand to grease up Adrian’s massive tool. Then he straddled Adrian, facing him, and proceeded to push that enormous log into his ass. Adrian stared in awe as the struggle was written all over Calum’s contorted features. His face turned red as he hissed and gasped for breath, but he was going to get that huge thing inside him no matter what. In another moment, Calum’s hole surrendered to the inevitable and Adrian racked up another in the day’s list of astonishing firsts – the sensation of feeling his cock inside another man’s ass. But he didn’t have long to enjoy it. Calum had only enough time to make the first two or three tentative movements on Adrian’s enormous shaft before that powerhouse dick convulsed and exploded into his straining hole. Once again, Adrian fired out an enormous quantity of seed in a series of powerful shots. Calum, meanwhile, was beating his cock like a madman and sprayed out a load all over Adrian’s face as Adrian finished cumming inside him. After they’d both calmed down, Calum led the way to the showers, and the two of them took turns washing and caressing each other, with Calum swatting away a couple of older guys who were getting a bit too pushy. Then he led Adrian back to the room where they could pull their clothes back on before leaving. Outside in the street, Adrian thanked Calum for an incredible evening. Calum winked, and said, “I think we’re both going to be sore for a week. With a dick like that, you ought to be in pictures.” Calum leaned in and the two of them kissed goodnight before going their separate ways. Across the street, Adrian’s brother Alex watched the two of them kissing under the sign of a well-known gay bar. Mentally, he was congratulating his kid brother. He wished he’d had the nerve to go in there too.

No idea how many cocks I've taken but I know its way over 1000. Can't get enough dick 🙂

I believe in quality over quantity, that is why this "I'll take any load" ideology makes me shake my head. Not judging, it's just not for me. But if you have been at this "game" as long as I have, and you multiply the number of weeks in a year by the number of years you have been sexually active - it's rather easy to reach 1,000. Frankly I put that out of my mind after the first twenty years, and now in "Being a whore, part 2" I don't really want to count, I know I have joined that elite "club". I have a European friend who has been running from Homeland Security here in Florida for years, and he claims he is close to 10,000..........I can't imagine, but for some reason I don't think he is exaggerating. I go back and forth with the idea I am either proud or disgusted with myself......can't quite decide.

Titillating

I'm at least slightly impressed with men who have managed to find a thousand different men to fuck them, although I have to be close to achieving it after 30+ years of trying. Finding a thousand different holes to fuck is easy and can be achieved in a few short years.

Yeah, I was gonna say the triple D’s: Dusk, Dunes and Dixie’s.

Another missed opportunity for me!

I was really enjoying this story from the narrators point of view. After that big thick tree trunk cock fucked him with other men watching, I couldn’t get up and go for a walk until every watcher got the satisfaction they wanted. As wet and relaxed as the bottom is he should smile at any man with an erection and nod that they are welcome inside him. Each load makes a bottom a better fuck for the next man. It’s the brothership we share. That’s how I feel about it anyway

Absolutely. And any bottom on here worth their salt must. just the sight of a condom pisses me off

Part 5: The Difference Three Months Makes -Three Months Earlier- Wiping the sheet of sweat off his forehead, Dillan panted heavily as he took in his surroundings in the quickly dimming and heavily forested part of the park he was running in. What had started as a short run to burn off the nervous energy he was feeling had easily turned into an hour-long run. The stress of the midterms was brutal. Psychology had been surprisingly easy, as was Biology and surprisingly enough Calculus. However, it was the dreaded Organic Chemistry course everyone in his major feared that had his stomach in knots. Studying for hours upon hours somehow still hadn’t seemed to help. It also didn’t help the professor was known to be especially evil and put the most enigmatic and esoteric things in the test, to further break the souls of anyone who would dare try to take his precious course, or at least… that’s how Dillan felt. “At least the professor grades on a curve…” Dillan muttered to himself, huffing as he tried to catch his breath. Looking around, he noticed how surprisingly empty the park was and noted how late it was already getting. Normally, this time of year the nights would still be rather cold and not great for cooling down after running, but as luck would have it, the weather had become an uncharacteristic heat wave. Slowly, Dillan began to slow his breathing, feeling the sweat drenching his body absorb into his shirt, causing the thin material to cling to his body as what felt like a river of sweat poured down his face and into his eyes. “God, it’s so damn muggy…” he sighed, looking around for a possible water fountain to grab a handful of water to splash on his face and cool down. Sadly, he saw nothing of the sort nearby, and only a small bathroom through the woods around the corner of the path. Groaning, he slowly stretched out his legs, feeling the slight ache of what would likely be massive cramps later in the night. “I knew I should have stretched more,” he sighed, before slowly walking down the path towards the brick building. Bending the curve, he took in the drab-looking structure as a nagging feeling settled into his mind. Something about the building had him trying to remember something he had heard once… be it in class or at lunch or the like. However, nothing could come to mind, just that he heard something about it. Walking in, he looked around the dimly lit tiled room. Several stalls with a few aging urinals were off to one side. Fresh paint covering over graffiti was sprayed on some of the doors, and two of the stall doors were closed. His footsteps echoed loudly in the sparse room, the sounds bouncing easily off the worn tiles. Walking over to one of the sinks, he turned on the cold faucet, and a slow steady stream of water poured out. Refreshingly cold water filled his now cupped hands and he splashed several handfuls on his face, and he let out a relieved sigh. That’s when the back of his right thigh cramped up. Fighting back a whine, he looked over to one of the free stalls, and limped his way in, taking a seat and closing the door. He began to massage the tense muscles, grinding his teeth as the pain spread and the muscles slowly began to relax under his manipulations. At first, he didn’t hear anything other than the occasional dripping from the faucet he had just used. That was until he heard shuffling in the stall next door, with the occasional thumping noise and what almost sounded like a muffled moan. Looking around, it was at that moment when he laid eyes on the crudely cut-out hole on either side of the walls of the cubicle that he realized what he was trying to remember about this particular bathroom. ——— It had been at lunch in the food hall, after a particularly stressful lecture when he was re-reading his notes while trying to eat a sandwich when he’d heard several of the popular guys joking around at the table across from him. “Fuck dude,” one of them, Eric if he remembered correctly, said, taking a huge puff on the very obviously banned vape he was holding, “That lecture was brutal as shit. Got me stressed the fuck out!” “Ha!” replied Chris. Of course, it’s Mr. Perfect the Football Captain and the Dipshit Brigade, Dillan thought to himself, barely looking as the head ringleader of the group exclaimed, ripping the vape out of his friend’s hand and taking a long hit on the device, exhaling out a huge cloud out. “Shit man,” Eric whined, grabbing the device back and slumping in his seat, “Not all of us can fly through that stuff like you and boy genius over there. Some of us are actually stressed!” “And some of us are trying to study and eat,” Dillan muttered, looking back down at his notes before taking a bite out of the dry and bland sandwich in his hand. Suddenly, Chris threw his arm around his friend and smiled mischievously at Dillan. “Hey, you just need quick stress relief,” Chris said grinning, “Just head down to the old bathroom in the forest part of the park. I hear there are some horny fags looking to suck a guy off if you get there at the right time.” Dillan sighed as he forced himself as he once again re-read the same section of his notes, trying to drown out the banter of the two, until Chris spoke again. “Fuck, you might even get lucky and get the ‘boy genius’ himself at one of those dirty gloryholes looking to help a guy out,” Chris laughed, shaking his friend’s shoulders. Sighing, Dillan got up, stuffing his books and notes into his bag and grabbing the half-eaten sandwich. Getting up, he shot the muscled jock a baleful look before tossing the sandwich in the trash and walking out. ——— Blushing hotly at the memory in a mixture of anger and embarrassment, Dillan continued to rub the muscles of his leg in silence, noting as the person next door began to let out an occasional moan in time with the now louder thumping of the bathroom stall wall. Slowly, he began to feel his cock harden slightly, imagining what was going on. Getting turned on by the sounds coming from the other stall, Dillan’s hand slowly drifted to his groin as he slowly rubbed himself through the thin material of the jogging shorts. “Fuck yeah man,” one of the men moaned softly, “Your dick feels so fucking good in my hole.” “Yeah, bro, even better than your mouth,” the other man said, as he seemed to pick up pace, “Love sticking my meat into a sloppy dump like yours. Gonna add my Grade-A cock snot to the mix.” “Yeah bud, breed me,” the first man groaned. Dillan, unable to hold back any longer, checked to make sure the door was locked to the stall, and pulled out his hard cock, slowly tugging on it as he listened to the sounds of the two men fucking and dirty talking. Suddenly, a finger shot out the glory hole, startling Dillan. At first, he didn’t know what to do, or say. Until the finger began to curl upwards in a come-to-me motion. Hesitating for a moment, Dillan thought about pulling up his pants. The finger pulled out and suddenly, a mouth was at the hole. The guy behind the wall ran his tongue along the edge and Dillan felt himself slowly making his way to the hole, lining his hard, throbbing prick to the hole. Hot wetness surrounded his swollen member as he let out a nearly inaudible groan. A mysterious hand grabbed his balls, pulling him tight against the wall as the unknown man worked his tongue around his cock expertly. Dillan had to grip the back stall behind him with one of his hands to brace himself as he felt the guy go to town on him, relishing the feeling of sheer pleasure on his cock. Two doors down, the man fucking the guy sucking him began pounding the wall hard in his fuck lust. “Shit, yeah, tighten up that fucking cumhole,” he groaned, the slams echoing loudly into the dimly lit bathroom, “Gonna shoot my load in you!” The mouth-sucking Dillan pulled away for a moment. “Give it to me man, fill my ass up,” the man sucking said, before diving back on Dillan’s cock with renewed fervor. The other man let out a loud groan as the slamming slowed to just the periodic thump as he shot over and over into the other man’s ass, as Dillan continued to get the best blowjob, if only one of the few, he had ever received. “Fuck… yeah,” the other man sighed, accompanied by the sound of some pulling up their pants and zipping up. Suddenly, the mouth left his cock again as the center man replied. “Same time tomorrow, stud?” he asked while shuffling sounds emitted from the other side of the wall. “Definitely,” the first guy said. Frustrated, Dillan began to pull his cock back as he assumed they were done, leaving him with a case of blue balls. He went to start pulling his pants up when the man next door put his cock through the wall. “Jaw’s a bit sore and needs a quick break,” he softly said out loud, wagging his cock in the air, “You want a go?” Dillan sat down on the stall, and grabbed the cock, looking at it for a moment. Longer than his for sure, but thinner and more veiny. Uncut where his was cut, the head glistened, with a bit of precum leaking out of the tip. Below it, two large, hen egg-sized balls hung loosely. Dillan barely thought about it before slowly sucking it into his mouth, relishing the taste. Slowly he began to let his face get fucked, using one of his hands to tug and squeeze on the massive set of balls in his hands, eliciting a groan and a hard thud against the wall. Occasionally he would work his tongue around, licking the other man’s piss-slit as the guy nearly pulled out of his mouth, hearing a sharp intake through teeth in satisfaction as he did so. Dillan lost track of time as he focused solely on the wet, hard prick in his mouth. Slowly his jaw began to start aching, unused to the actions it was doing. Softly, he tapped on the wall, pulling slightly away. Suddenly, the man pulled back and was gone, exiting through the stall door. Confused and dejected, Dillan frowned for a second as he sat there in silence. That is until he heard a knock on the stall door. Automatically, he reached forward and unlocked the door. Before him stood the man. Dillan guessed him to be in his mid-forties, with dark brown hair that had just begun greying on the sides, and a scruffy face with a well-formed mustache. Not overly muscular, but still an average build. Dillan internally likened him to the dad character from some animated movie he saw years ago, personified. Wearing a tank top and loosely holding a pair of khaki cargo shorts around his hips, his cock was standing at full attention, bouncing slightly in the warm, humid air. Dillan noticed a sleeve of tattoos going down one arm, “You’re a cute little fucker, ain't ya,” he said, making his way in and pushing the door softly closed behind him. Dillan gave a slightly confused half-smile in return, pleasantly surprised at the sudden intrusion. “Hard to get the right position with a wall in the way,” the man explained, before letting his pants drop and pulling Dillan’s head towards the glistening cock. As he wrapped his mouth around the man’s dick, he took note of the man’s tattoo just below his navel. It was a large black scorpion in a vaguely tribal design, with the stinger dripping bright red. Something about the tattoo struck Dillan as being odd, but unable to place it, he let the thought go and buried his nose in the man’s pubes. The man proceeded to fuck Dillan’s mouth again, taking deeper and deeper strokes down his throat, occasionally gagging him and only stopping to let him catch his breath before slamming back in. The man’s balls swung with each stroke, slapping his chin repeatedly with each slam down his throat. Drool began dripping off his chin, causing the man the smirk before pulling his throbbing dick out. Slapping it on the side of his face, he let out a slight laugh. “Fucking enjoying my dick, pig,” the man asked, almost making it sound more like a statement. Dillan, wordless and still trying to catch his breath and let his jaw relax from the brutal assault, could only nod in agreement. “Good. Time for you to bend over,” he replied, tugging on his spit-covered prick and gesturing for Dillan to turn around. Dillan complied and bent over the back of the toilet before thoughts of backing out began to fill his mind. But, it had been so long since he had been fucked. Months? Over a year? He was stressed and always felt so refreshed after, even though he’d had sex only a handful of times. The man was hot. Getting filled and shooting his load would be a great way to relax. But… was he really about to let this random stranger have his way? Neither of them had a condom as far as he could knew, and he was in a dingy bathroom where anyone could walk in. He was about to stand up and tell the guy he changed his mind when he felt the man begin to rim his exposed hole. Lust from the sensations he was getting from the man’s hot tongue wiped any further detracting thoughts away as he let out an involuntary moan. He stood there, bent over, relished the hot, wet firmness of the licking, and shivered occasionally as he felt the man’s scruffy facial hair brushed against the sensitive skin around his anus. “Oh, fuuuuuck, yeah, keep doing that,” he unintentionally moaned, words becoming harder to form as he felt the man began to replace his tongue with a rough finger, then two, stretching and spreading the tight circle of muscle. Dillan let out a sharp hiss and flinched as the man roughly shoved in a third finger, the nail catching on a part of the sensitive and thin skin. “Ow, your nails are kinda sharp,” he said, pulling away slightly. Stopping for a moment, the man pulled out a small brown bottle and a pack of cigarettes from his pants pocket. Setting the pack on the back of the toilet, he opened the bottle and held it under Dillan’s nose. Dillan’s instantly recognized the bottle as being poppers. He had never tried them before but had secretly always wanted to try them. He silently nodded and began to sniff several times at the bottle. At first, he just smelled the odd scent of the poppers when suddenly, he felt the effects spread throughout his body. Flushed and relaxed, he instinctively pushed back on the man’s fingers. “Good boy,” the man growled, roughly shoving his fingers hard into the now loosening hole, “Gonna fuck you nice and hard. Wreck that tight hole and make you beg for it.” With the effects of the poppers flowing through his brain, Dillan barely found himself being able to form a thought. After a few moments, however, he finally could find the words to speak. “Do…. Do you have a condom?” “Nah, bud,” the man said, continuing to roughly shove his fingers in, still scraping the walls with his nails as he continued, “But I can pull out if you want. I’ll let you know when I’m close.” Dillan nodded, his mind still swimming in the popper-induced fog. Suddenly, the man pulled his fingers out, leaving him feeling slightly empty at the loss. Just as suddenly, the man was pulling his ass upwards and the head of his cock was pressed against the opening. Groaning once again, he felt as the man slowly worked himself inside his ass, internally grateful for the slickness of the rimming and the now apparently copious amount of precum the man was leaking. After a few moments, he was fully inside, the man’s massive hairy balls resting against Dillan’s thighs. Reaching around Dillan, the man grabbed the pack of cigarettes, pulling one out and lighting it before finally exhaling a huge cloud of smoke after holding in the smoke for a moment. “Want one?” The man asked, offering the pack to him. “I, uh…” Dillan replied, his mind scattered between the rush of poppers and the cock seated deep in his guts, “I’ve never smoked before.” “No worries,” he replied, “I can swap smoke with you if you want. Get you used to it. Feels amazing while fucking. Even more so with poppers.” Once more, Dillan only nodded his mind in a flurry of activity, overwhelmed with all the sensations and actions taking place. Satisfied with the answer, the man wrapped one of his arms around Dillan’s neck, and after taking another deep inhale, began pulling him back against him as his other hand pulled the burning cigarette out of his mouth. Turning Dillan’s face towards him, he locked lips with him, making out as he began to breathe out the smoke into Dillan. Breaking away, he smiled as Dillan blew out a huge cloud of his smoke. Slowly he began to rock in and out of the hole, picking up speed. Occasionally he would stop, feeding Dillan more smoke. “Fuck, you got an amazing ass,” the man growled, flicking away the now-spent cigarette butt before pulling another two out and lighting them. Taking one out, he placed it on Dillan’s lips. Dillan coughed hard, not used to the stronger smoke, nearly dropping it out of his mouth. Suddenly, he felt the man holding the poppers under his nose again. “Take a few hits and then try again,” he said, slowly pistoning his cock in and out as he coached Dillan. Doing as he said, he took several deep sniffs off the brown bottle, waiting a few moments for the wave of heat and relaxation to hit him. Nodding at the man, the bottle was removed and Dillan again took a draw on the cigarette, surprised that he no longer felt a strong urge to cough. Fighting back only a slight cough, he exhaled, amazed at the large cloud coming out of him. “Fuck yeah, man,” the man growled, picking back up his pace, “Looks like we broke your smoke cherry. Suck down that smoke while I breed your college boy pussy. Gonna flood you with my potent baby batter. Paint the walls of your insides with my seed, fucker, and then work it in with my prick.” Dillan could only focus on the sensations of smoking, getting high on poppers, and feeling the man fuck him hard and deep. Only the thoughts of those things were running through his head. After just a short while, the man’s rhythm began to falter. “Love fucking tight holes like yours. Breaking them in and nutting deep inside. Damn… Gonna fucking shoot,” he said, slamming even harder in an uneven tempo, “Where do you want it?” “In… in…” Dillan breathlessly groaned as his ass received the brutal assault, “In me.” “Fuck yeah,” the man groaned and he began to jolt, the first volley of cum shooting out of his dick, “Take my dirty fucking nut. Gonna ruin your sexy little ass. Fuck! Take all my toxic load. I’m knocking your slutty ass up.” Dillan’s mind slowly worked over what the man said as he continued to jerk around with each shot of cum. It was at that moment he realized what the tattoo was, having read about it in some random forum on the internet. As the realization of what had just happened set in, the man slowly finished shooting inside him. “You… you’re poz,” Dillan huffed out, half in a question and half in a statement, “I didn’t know. Why didn’t you tell me?” “Hey, bud,” the man said, holding Dillan in place as he slowly pulled out his spent cock, coated in a light sheen of cum, “I asked and you said to cum inside you. Not my fault you took a raw cock. Also, you never asked about my status. That’s on you.” Standing up for a moment, Dillan’s mind processed what had happened. The guy has a point, he thought to himself. I didn’t ask. I wanted him to fuck me. And… I enjoyed this. God… why did I enjoy this? “Dude,” the man said, taking a drag on his cigarette, “I seriously would have pulled out if you asked, but like I said, you wanted it. You saw my tatt and you're at a fucking gloryhole in the park.” Looking down, Dillan realized he was standing at full mast. “I’m… um…” Dillan said silently, grabbing the man’s arm, “Just surprised I guess. I’ve never done something like this before is all…” The man let out a small smile as he took another drag on the cigarette before letting out a slight laugh. “Looks like you’re a little bugchaser and you didn’t even know it,” the man said smiling, gesturing to Dillan’s still painfully hard dick. “A…. What?” Dillan asked, confused and unfamiliar with the term. “Look it up when you get home, bud,” he said, blowing the smoke in Dillan’s face. Grabbing his head, the man pulled him down to his now softening cock. “Clean me with that hot little mouth of yours. And if you give me a bit, we can go for round two.” Pulling the half-smoked cigarette out of the the other man’s hands, he then put both back in his mouth, as he watched Dillan put his cock into his mouth. Both stilled as the sound of the bathroom door opening echoed in the tiled room. The new stranger walked over to the stalls and opened the door to their stall. After a few moments, another man walked up to the open stall door, taking in the scene. Slightly overweight, he was wearing a wife beater and jeans, dark black hair threatening to escape from under his shirt. He began rubbing a noticeable-sized lump under the fabric. “He looking for another load?” The man outside the stall nodded slightly towards Dillan. “You want to get a few more loads in you before I add my second load to that sexy little cumdump of yours,” the man asked, looking down at Dillan as he pulled his cock out of his mouth. Slightly embarrassed, Dillan nodded. The first man sat on the toilet and drew hard on the two cigarettes in his mouth before pulling Dillan slightly up and swapping the smoke with him. “Hot little pig boy here is looking for some fun it seems,” the man said, grabbing the bottle of poppers and bending Dillan over, “Enjoy, fucker.” ——— -Present Day- It was three hours later, and with 5 loads in his ass from several other men who came in during his time in the restroom, Dillan slowly walked back to the dorms. The first guy, true to his word, had fucked him and left him with a second, equally large load in his ass. Between each guy, he’d fuck him lazily until another person came in, working each load deep in his intestines. His mind had been racing. After the high of sex and poppers wore off, he began to regret his actions. He pulled out his phone, setting up an appointment the next day at the campus health center to get on PEP, vowing to never be so stupid again. But, unknown to him at the time, the seed had been planted so to speak. It was a month after looking up the term the man had called him, ‘bugchaser’, that horniess got the better of him. His research led him to parts of the internet and porn he’d never imagined. Every night he found it harder to not come to bareback porn, shooting his largest loads to the ones with a poz guy or smoker in it. He had taken his PEP pills, and testing showed he was surprisingly clean of all infections. Lucky, it would seem. Two months after, he was back in the dingy bathroom, taking loads in his ass and mouth. He never saw the guy from the first time there again, secretly wishing he could have another round and finally scratch the itch their encounter had created in him. Yet still, nothing on his testing. Even though this time, he didn't take PrEP. Nor PEP. Something had changed in him. At first, he didn’t care if he caught something. Then, it became a fascination and longing. Reading about the fuck flu… knowing another man’s virus was changing him permanently. The dirtiness and [banned word] nature of everything intrigued him. Making him shoot his cum everywhere when he thought back to all the things the man in the bathroom had said to him while the fucked. And then, three months later, he couldn’t stand it anymore. The strange desire he had developed now had him currently bent over, with a stranger shoving what he guessed to be frozen cum from strangers into his ass. Sharing a cigar with his former tormentor, and secret object of his desire and jealousy. Drinking the same man’s piss, in some strange turn of fate. In a sex club, on POZ night. It would be a horrific miracle if he didn't catch something tonight. Laughing to himself, he silently wondered what else this night would bring. Because, based on the past, it was amazing what a difference three months could make.

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I go balls deep and hold it there. When I cum, my cock pulses hard and especially at the bottom near my balls. I want the bottom to feel every burst of my cum deep inside him.

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“Now let’s call this doctor of yours.” she said with a sly grin. More to cum Amy ordered me to call the doctor and invite him over to Jason’s house as soon as he could be there. She was already cooking up a way to get our test results fixed to get us into the Swinger’s Party on campus. I called the Doc and he told me the best he could be there was midnight. We all agreed we’d be there, but Amy was going to be elsewhere. Jason and Andy paired off in the master bedroom leaving me alone with Amy. I tried to get hard for her, but it was useless. I was a “faggot bottom” now as she called me. We were right across from the campus, and she knew there was a cruisy restroom just a few hundred feet from Jason’s front door. She gave me the location and demanded that I go suck some cock and more if they were willing. I agreed and out the door I went. I still had about 5 hours before Doc would be at Jason’s. I walked across the street and into the empty admin building, down the stairs to the bathroom that Amy told me was a cruisy restroom. I pushed open the first door the creaked loudly and then slammed shut behind me. The second was just as heavy and creaked twice as loud, but I still saw feet scrambling from understalls and at the urinals. There had to be at least 8 guys in the bathroom. I had never been in this bathroom. It was absolutely massive. It had 6 urinals and 5 stalls with one of them being a huge handicap stall. I noticed all of the stalls were taken, and there were two sets of feet in the handicap stall. Plus, there were 3 guys lingering at the urinals. I moved to wash my hands at the sinks. I caught one of the boys staring at me. I made eye contact with him and gave him a wink in the mirror. With that signal, he took a step back from the urinal and showed me his hard cock. I reached out and wrapped my hand around his stiff member. He was huge thick 9 inches. I bent at the waist and swallowed his huge cock. I soon fell to my knees. I soon felt the presence of another cock. I pulled back and another cock was pushed into my face. This one was smaller, but still a heavy 7inch rod. From the handicap stall, I could hear the tell-tale signs of someone being fucked. I pulled my shorts down baring my ass with just my jock on while I sucked the 7incher. I felt someone spit on my hole, not that it was needed as I still had Jason’s tainted cream in me. Whoever it was he had a huge cock he sank his thick cock in me as I flipped from the 7 to the 9 in my mouth. I couldn’t see, but I could tell the whole bathroom had paired off into a suck or fuck fest in a matter of minutes. My goal was to get at least two to follow me back to Jason’s so Jason and Andy could breed them. It wasn’t my place to do that. I was bait. I had my eyes on that huge 9inch cock fella and maybe the guy fucking me as well. Before I could complete my thought, the outer door creaked open. Everyone almost instantly snapped to attention. I quickly pulled my shorts up and took my place at an empty urinal. Just as the outer door slammed shut the inner door burst open and in stepped two campus cops. They both stepped up to the sinks to wash their hands, and as if on cue we all filed out of the bathroom. Knowing our fun was over. All in all 12 guys filed out of the bathroom, some went one and some the other while the cops just took their time in the bathroom. Luckily for me, the kid fucking my ass, the 9insher and the 7incher all walked the same way. I caught up with them albeit I was walking a little funny. I asked them if they were up for more fun in a more private setting. They all gave me a resounding yes. I told them to follow me. Within minutes, we were back at Jason’s front door. I ushered my 3 guests into Jason’s living room to Jason sucking the doctor, who got off early, and the doctor was sucking Andy. Within in seconds the whole room was naked and I was back in the same position. Taking the huge cock back in my ass while I was on my hands and knees sucking the 7 and 9. I just realized. I never got their names, Andy moved over to me and pushed his 8inch cock into the mix right next to the 9inch boy. He let his hands move over the boys body tweaking his nips which led to a deep moan from the boy. He let his hands wander to his ass, then he moved to his body kissing and sucking his exposed skin, licking and sucking his nips while starting to finger his ass. The boy whispered,”I am a top?” Andy assured him that he knew that he was, but gently lapped at his tender hole with his tongue. The boy let out a loud crude moan and filled my mouth with so much precum that I thought he came. Jason meanwhile, looking a whole more healthier than he did just hours ago was doing the same thing to the 7incher and doc was doing his best to turn the kid fucking me. I wondered who would hit pay dirt first. Andy had his bend over the couch cushions moaning so load that I thought Andy was already fucking him, but all he had was 3 fingers and his mouth on his ass. Jason had his on the floor legs up and was tonguing his ass while the boy slowly jerked his cock. Doc was behind his soon to be bottom with a bottle of poppers held up to this nose and doc’s 9inch cock poised to slip into his ass. The boy was still fucking me with slow deliberate thrusts, but each time he went back he began to impale himself on doc’s hard missile. His eyes went wide when Doc’s hard cock slid home. The boy yelped in pain and moaned in pleasure as Doc held him in place then let him go allowing the boy to fuck himself on Doc’s cock as he fucked me. Soon the boy was fucking himself on Doc’s cock to fuck my bug-filled bum. HE bit my back in anger at himself as he slowly deflowered himself willingly on Doc’s massive member. He was going to be the only one losing his cherry that night. Little did any of them know what cherries they were going to lose that night. More to cum Love the feedback Joey

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

I wish I had kept count of all the loads I've taken up my ass starting when our next door neighbor introduced me to anal sex at an early age, and pumped a big load into me every afternoon after school. Then, considering my huge sex drive and all the adult bookstore video arcades, adult theaters, sex clubs, and bath houses I frequented, sometimes every night of the week, I'm thinking that I must have taken closer to TWO or even THREE thousand loads.

Chapter 8: Twink Heaven At the end of the first full week, the six guys had settled into a workable routine in their new home in a luxury condo. Each of them had found a niche role in making the whole operation work smoothly. Dylan had taken on the role of money manager, making sure that each of the others forwarded the appropriate amounts to him so that he could make the monthly rental payment. Ricky took on the management of the kitchen, assigning each of the guys a set space in one of the two big refrigerators, while commandeering a larger section for his own cooking supplies. Thanks to the time he’d spent studying Alan’s techniques and learning how to use them, Ricky became the house chef. Terry helped him out by polling the other guys for menu suggestions for their three weekly group dinners which Ricky prepared on Sunday, Tuesday, and Thursday nights, and by doing the grocery shopping for those meals. Ryan cracked the whip in working out a schedule for everyone to contribute to housekeeping duties in the public areas, with each pair responsible for their own suite. Leo took care of the common honor bar, keeping the refreshments stocked up, tracking the consumption, and continually “reminding” people to sign for what they took. Duarte, as the newbie in the group, got the job of maintaining and cleaning the fourth room, which was designated as the playroom, and for which people had to sign up for any free night to avoid displacing their own roommate. That wasn’t as huge an issue as it seemed since Leo and Ryan were already a couple, and Dylan and Ricky, although officially “just friends,” usually could be found playing together with their guest(s) of the moment. But it was still an issue – and the other five quickly noticed that Duarte had an inside track on the sign-up sheet for the playroom and wasn’t slow to take advantage. Not only that, the guys also noticed that Duarte’s playmates almost always proved to be well-known porn stars. A quick search of OnlyFans turned up Duarte’s page and disclosed that a great deal of filming was being done in that playroom. At that point, Terry had to call a halt. He spoke sternly to Duarte, reminding him that they had promised the owner they weren’t going to use his condo as a whorehouse, and ordering him to find other locations for his filming. After that, Duarte still had his visitors, but Terry kept an eye on Duarte’s OnlyFans to be sure the filming was taking place somewhere else from then on. If he was being honest, Terry would have admitted that Duarte’s OnlyFans was also good company for those nights when he himself wasn’t otherwise occupied. Ricky, likewise, was curious – but what he wanted to know was how and where Duarte was meeting all these porn studs and twinks. He finally found out one day when Duarte’s visitor of the day arrived while Duarte was still in the bathroom getting ready. Ricky recognized the big muscle hunk right away as the famous porn stud Archer McManus. So he’d asked, straight out, how he met Duarte, and Archer told him that he’d run into Duarte at a bar party after Duarte had finished a film shoot for Twink Heaven Videos. Ricky was more than willing to get Archer McManus undressed and ready to work, but just then Duarte came in, thanked Ricky (in his charming Brazilian accent) for letting Archer in and then they vanished quickly into the playroom. “Are all the guys here as cute and sexy as you and that hot blond number who let me in?” Duarte laughed, but Archer actually wanted to know. Duarte quickly explained the set-up and Archer laughed. “Nice – I’d love to go through the whole lot of them. Be sure to let me know when you guys have a party!” Duarte pretended to be a little upset. “I think you are coming here to see me.” “Just making small talk while I wait for you to show me what you’ve got.” Duarte laughed, then turned around and slowly skinned his shirt up over his head. He ran his hands down the sides to his waist and got his fingers inside his pants, then began slowly sliding them down, doing a pretty good job of staging a strip club dance for his guest. He got his pants down far enough to disclose the thong back of his G-string, then bent forward to pull the pants off his feet – and it was at that point that Archer seized him by the hips and pulled him backwards onto the bulge in his own pants. “Ohhh…yeah….” The words came out of Duarte’s mouth in a low, husky purr. Archer pulled harder, grinding Duarte’s firm round ass cheeks against his rapidly-hardening dick, letting the boy know in no uncertain terms who was the boss. Duarte managed to kick his pants away, leaving only the slender back of the G-string and the front of Archer’s jeans between his ass and the tool that wanted to plunder his hole. But Duarte, although he may have had the slender build of a twink, was strong too. He twisted out of Archer’s grip, swung around, and clamped a hand onto that bulge before dropping to his knees and beginning to work on it with his hot mouth. As he gummed the lump, he exhaled forcefully, again and again, knowing that his breath would heat up the jeans and any underwear Archer might have on underneath. “Fuck, that’s hot.” Archer meant the words in the full literal sense. It had been quite a while since he’d met a guy who knew enough to do that, and the warming effect on his sensitive dickhead made him even more rigidly erect than before. “Damn, I need to fuck that hot mouth.” Duarte got the hint. He reached for the zipper and pulled it down, then popped the waistband open and – sure enough – there was Archer McManus, in his full naked glory under the jeans, his head thrusting, jumping, demanding to get to the open air. Duarte slid his jeans down as quickly as he could, and Archer stepped out of them. Then he seized Duarte by the sides of his head and plunged his big, solid tool down the young Brazilian’s throat. Duarte struggled. He was well experienced, and certainly no shrinking violet, but getting the whole of Archer McManus jammed down his throat at one go was a bigger challenge than he’d ever felt before, and it had him choking. He managed to pull back, coughing, and protested, “You don’t warn me!” Archer took it a bit easier on him. Truth be told, he would get so caught up in the moment that he’d forget whether his bottom had encountered his massive tool before or not. As for Duarte, he went to work on it and got most of it down his throat in due course, certainly enough that Archer could feel the sides of his gullet caressing the head. When Archer was leaking enough pre-cum to make life difficult again, Duarte pulled off, and crawled up on the bed, then turned his cute ass towards the man with the iron cock. Archer soon planted his solid tool against Duarte’s tight hole, pressing firmly until the head made its way inside. Duarte moaned loudly as the rest of the cock followed the head deep inside his hot hole. Archer stood still for another moment, clenching his muscles repeatedly to make his dick jump inside the smooth Brazilian butt, and then he began to pump. Duarte certainly got a ride for the record books that afternoon. Archer kept driving into him from every angle, and in almost every position he could imagine. He’d seen a couple of Archer’s scenes in films, and they often featured double cumshots. Archer would fire a first load into a boy’s ass and keep pumping without even stopping until he dumped a second blast of his cum into the boy – at which point he would pull out and let the camera see the slow-motion gush of two loads of cum pouring down the twink’s taint. Then he would scoop up the cum with his cock and shove it all back in. Archer outdid himself on this occasion. It was five days since his last shoot. He’d spent two of those days travelling home from Thailand to Fort Lauderdale, and two more resting up from crossing all those time zones. By this time he had an epic case of overfilled balls, and he was more than ready to share the wealth around. For the next hour and a quarter, he kept fucking Duarte nonstop, changing positions on the fly without even pulling out. This wasn’t as hard as it sounds, since Archer was more than strong enough to shift Duarte around, and his cock was big enough to stay firmly anchored in the hole while he did it. When he came the first time, doggie style, Duarte said, “Damn, that was hot.” And Archer kept fucking. When the second load spurted into him, with Archer lying along his back, Duarte cried out, “Meu Deus, isso é incrível!” And Archer kept right on fucking. The third load shot upwards into Duarte when he was riding reverse cowgirl. Holy shit, Duarte thought, doesn’t this guy ever slow down? Archer, of course kept right on fucking. The fourth load was finally getting down to almost the size of most guys’ normal cumshots, and Archer delivered it when he was fucking Duarte missionary. After he’d fired his cum into Duarte’s now-overloaded hole, he’d slowed right down and kept moving gently in and out as he embraced Duarte and they kissed each other gently and easily. And Duarte fell in love. Outside the playroom, Ricky had been joined in the living room by Dylan. Both of them were getting a little anxious. They both had hot dates coming at the same time, in just over 45 minutes. They’d tossed a coin to see which of them would get the playroom, and Dylan had won (it had been booked, as “Dylan or Ricky,” so Duarte would certainly know it had to be ready). Just as Dylan was saying, for the third time, “I’m gonna go knock on the door”, while Ricky tried to restrain him, the door opened and the two sex maniacs emerged – Archer McManus looking fresh as a daisy while Duarte had tried to tidy himself up, but still appeared rather well-worn, and was walking with decided caution. “Duarte, I hope....” “Deelan, do not worry. Is all ready. We clean it for you.” While Dylan went to check for himself, Duarte gave Archer a long, lingering goodbye kiss, and then turned back to Ricky after closing the door with a clearly visible case of stars in his eyes. “So hot, Rickee, he fuck me like a crazy guy, fill me up four times, and clean the whole room and bathrooom for me. I make him into a good husband.” Ricky wished him well. Privately, he had his doubts. An ex-porn performer who’d fucked him a few months earlier had once dated Archer McManus a few times, and told Ricky (with a hint of bitterness) that Archer was known as “Never tie me down” for excellent reasons. On the other hand, it was already obvious that Duarte was one of those people whose vocabulary simply didn’t contain such words as can’t, won’t, never, and impossible. That became doubly obvious when the whole group sat down to dinner the next night, to a menu of pan-sauteed shrimps with spicy Mexican rice, salsa, and assorted veggies. Discussion turned to Duarte’s adventure the day before. Well, Duarte turned it there – he was perfectly happy to flaunt his ability to withstand the onslaught of Archer McManus for 90 minutes and 4 cumshots, not to mention the way Archer took care of the cleanup for him. “I make him into a good husband,” he said again, smugly. Terry, Leo, and Ryan all hooted with laughter. “Good luck with that, Duarte!” Terry added with a derisive snort. “They don’t call him ‘Never Tie Me Down’ for no reason!” Duarte remained serenely convinced. “I do it, you see.” When they were cleaning up after dinner, Dylan spoke quietly to Ricky. “You didn’t laugh. Do you really think he’ll pull it off?” “I don’t know, Dyl, but I’m sure he’ll try. The way I figure it, Archer will either end up hitting him with a wedding ring or a restraining order. We’ll see which one wins out.” “Fifty bucks says it’s the restraining order,” Dylan replied. “Ah-hah, serious money. Fifty says it’s the wedding ring!” “Want to put a time limit on it?” “Good idea. Give him five years or the bet’s off.” And they shook hands on the wager. Ricky had taken a significant step up at work. Six months before he’d moved, he had gotten shifted onto the regular schedule roster. This move also gave Ricky an appreciably steadier schedule, as the roster sales reps simply switched between two time slots: 9:00 AM to 3:00 PM or 3:00 PM to 9:00 PM. Either way, he was guaranteed some of the peak hours at the pool for sunning and swimming and teasing and flirting, and he took full advantage of the privilege. Over the years, he had built up his ass into the cutest bubble or peach in sight, and with trial and error had finally settled on two brands of swimwear which did the most to accentuate the curves, and lift and separate the cheeks to highlight the crack. Thus prepared, Ricky had no trouble getting a date whenever he felt the urge (which was often). Some of them were one-offs, but there were also guys whose return visits were desirable, no strings attached. The best news came about six months after he’d settled into Twink Heaven, when he came down to the pool on a Sunday afternoon to see Jim and Steve sunning there. Of course he went over to talk to them, and that’s when he found out that they had moved from their former building into this one, settling into the penthouse which was not as grand as Alan’s penthouse had been, but a great step up for them at only a small increase on their former management fees. Of course, Ricky wasted no time getting an invitation for dinner and more. But it got even better. A few weeks later, Jim and Steve hosted a housewarming party and invited a number of friends, both in and out of the building. They also invited the entire Twink Heaven gang. It was at this big party that the boys’ condo got formally christened. Leo and Ryan had been chatting with an older couple, two guys whom Leo had met during his bar serving stint in Hawaii a couple of years earlier. One of the couple asked Leo, “So, where are you living right now?” Leo, without a moment’s hesitation, batted right back. “In Twink Heaven.” The other member of the couple, who had a weakness for slim young guys, immediately perked up. “That sounds interesting. Where and what is it?” Leo filled him in, and Ricky and Dylan both joined him in explaining the meaning of the name. And Twink Heaven their home was called, from that night on. In the space of five minutes, these two older guys had wangled an invitation for some fun with Ryan and Leo, and the chance to meet the others. Leo and Ryan asked Ricky if he could prepare a dinner for eight instead of six, provided they paid for the extra food and wine. He agreed, and Gio and Aris were duly invited for the following Thursday. Since it was going to be a four-way (or so he and Ryan expected), Leo negotiated with Duarte to give up the playroom for that evening, “just this once, okay, you get it often enough.” The dinner party was a howling success. Ricky’s chicken tikka masala and mushroom risotto were praised by everyone. Gio and Aris found quickly that all the guys around the table were friendly, funny (even if Terry was occasionally a bit acidic in his comments), and good company. After dinner, Ricky and Terry cleaned the kitchen up while everyone else moved to the living room for a final round of wine. Once the wine glasses had been emptied out, Ryan and Leo took their guests “to see the rest of the apartment,” (“Yeah, I bet” was Terry’s response), while Duarte and Terry headed out to the bar. Dylan and Ricky decided to stay put and just enjoy a quiet evening and early to bed, for a change of pace. About an hour later, though, their peace and quiet was disturbed by a knock on their door. Dylan opened it and faced a dishevelled Leo. “Guys, you gotta come and give us a hand. These two daddy goats are wearing us out and they’re nowhere near done yet.” “They’re on the little blue pills?” “Got to be. Honest to God, they’re insatiable! It was nothing like this when I met them in Hawaii!” Ricky was already undressed, and Dylan now skinned off his briefs. “What the hell, lead the way.” In three more minutes, Ricky and Dylan were lying on their backs on the bed in the playroom, with Gio’s curving dick buried inside Ricky’s hole, while Aris had his tool completely embedded inside Dylan. Leo and Ryan contented themselves with stroking and sucking on the boys’ cocks while the two older guys reamed them out with their rigid tools. The entire room already smelled powerfully of man sex. After five more minutes, Gio grunted, “I’m fucking cumming!” “So am I,” Aris replied. “Hot boy ass!” In a few more moments, the sounds of men in orgasm filled the room. As soon as Gio had calmed down, he snapped, “Switch.” “Right.” The two cocks came out of the two holes, still as completely rigid as if the men hadn’t fucked anyone for a week. In seconds, they were buried hilt-deep again, pounding away in the two boy butts and headed at top speed for their fourth orgasms of the night. Being the men they were, Ricky and Dylan both had plenty of experience in cumming while being fucked and bred, and their cocks were now dripping wet and ready to explode. This time it was Aris who came first, erupting at full force inside Ricky’s ass. A few moments later, Gio blew his load up into Dylan’s well-filled gut. Both of the boys exploded, showering themselves with cum at the same moment that the tops were shooting inside them. Almost at once, Gio began pumping yet again, but Dylan pushed him away. “No, no more. Enough!” Ricky did the same, and the two older men stood there, dicks rampant and dripping, and looking around for more ass to breed. “Where are all the others?” Gio asked, in a demanding tone. “I want more hole to fuck.” “Sorry, Gio, they’ve all gone out.” Just then, they heard a loud click, and a voice called from the front door, “Hey, anyone is home?” It was Duarte’s misfortune, or good fortune, that he came home right at that moment, having found the bar boring, while Terry was busy lining up an evening with one of his string of ex-daddies. Gio stepped out of the playroom, coming face to face with Duarte – who took one look at that raging erection and promptly dropped to his knees and swallowed it. He was only able to work at that for 30 seconds, before Gio pulled him up, snapped, “Clothes off!” and dragged him into the playroom. Aris immediately zeroed right in on the new meat as well. By now, the two top daddies were starting to slow down a bit, meaning that they were only fucking at 85% of top speed and were now taking much more time to pull up their fifth loads. That meant that Duarte got a good long session of being spitroasted, with Gio inside his ass while Aris drove his long tool down Duarte’s throat. They kept that up for a good fifteen minutes, and then switched ends. Duarte, who loved being manhandled, was happier than a pig in shit with two hot cocks for him to service. But all good things must come to an end. In about ten more minutes, Aris groaned that he was about to cum, ready to breed Duarte’s hole. Gio said, “You first – I’ll cum inside him right behind you.” In another minute, Aris suddenly switched back into overdrive and pumped a nice-sized load of cream into Duarte. As soon as he finished, he yelled, “Switch!” and he and Gio traded places. This time, after letting Duarte clean his cock for a minute, Aris leaned down and swallowed Duarte’s cock, feeling like getting a load to swallow in his mouth. He sucked with great vigour and determination. Gio fucked with even more stamina and power. “Fucking cumming,” Gio growled and let his fifth load trickle out inside Duarte’s well-worn ass just as Duarte blasted off into Aris who was busily sucking out all of his load. Since Duarte was busy, Ricky undertook the congenial task of cleaning off Gio’s cock for him. And then, finally, the two older guys headed for the bathroom to shower up. Duarte went and threw on some clothes to wait for them to leave so he could begin the task of changing the bed and cleaning the room and bathroom. The others all wished Gio and Aris a good night and settled back in the living room. They even persuaded Duarte, whose normal motto was “do it now,” to leave the cleanup for later. After their dinner guests had left, with profuse thanks for the wonderful food and entertainment, the five survivors of the battlefield all sat, staring at each other with dazed expressions on their faces. Even the insatiable Duarte and the nearly unstoppable Ricky were looking like they had nothing left to give. Another round of wine was deemed essential by all five. It had been an exhausting evening. Terry came home, well filled in the ass himself, at about three o’clock in the morning and stared in puzzlement at the sight of his five housemates all passed out, in various stages of undress, on every seat in the living room. He left them to sleep it off in peace and went off to his own bed. Ricky had a day off on Saturday that week, and he decided to spend it at the pool. It was a good chance for a test drive of his new white thong, the most daring swimwear he’d ever owned. Jim and Steve were there, too, as well as some of the usual sun worshippers, several of whom had already fucked Ricky. But Jim and Steve had another guy with them. Ricky had never seen him before, but he had no trouble recognizing another famous porn star, Arpad Nagy. Nagy was neither the biggest nor the most well hung guy present, but the bulge in his swimsuit looked damned hot and Ricky was in a mood to get a bonus load or two inside him. He got up and wandered around the pool to say hello. Out of the corner of his eye, he noticed that Jim and Steve were watching like hawks to see what would happen. If he’d looked around, he’d have seen that everyone else at the pool was watching too. But his eyes were fixed on his target. The guy’s bulge was definitely getting bigger, and his eyes were riveted on Ricky’s swollen crotch. Ricky spent several minutes making small talk, casually scratching his basket and then rubbing his hand briefly over his exposed ass cheeks. The Hungarian stud definitely seemed interested and responsive, but then the energy shifted, and his responses cooled down again. Ricky sensed right away that his chance had vanished, although he didn’t know why, and he finally said, “Well, see you around,” and made his way back to his own chair. Ricky didn’t have a date that night, everyone else was out and about somewhere, and he was feeling horny as hell after finishing off his solitary dinner of a burger and salad. He decided to just go out for a while and see what sort of action he could get into. Underdressed to kill in a pair of white spandex shorts and a white crop top, he headed out as darkness fell. He’d only done this once or twice before, cruising for random loads from strangers, but it was incredibly exciting, seeing how fast he could turn guys on and make them breed his cute boy butt. In the space of two hours Ricky managed to get filled up by three guys in all. One fucked him in the park down the street, the other two took him up to their apartment for a spitroast quickie – with both of them breeding him as they switched ends frequently. After that, feeling satisfied, he headed home. Just as he approached the building, he saw a man come out of the building and walk slowly away in the opposite direction. Head down a bit, and just a glimpse, but he knew right away it was Arpad Nagy. Ricky speeded up his steps and caught up to the porn star. “Hey, sexy, feeling lonely tonight?” Nagy glanced quickly around, then grabbed Ricky by the shoulders and shoved him into the alleyway right beside them. “Get in here.” He dragged Ricky about twenty steps into the alleyway, just enough to get behind a fire escape, then spun him around and pushed him up against the wall. His hand grasped the waistband of those tiny shorts, then dug inside and fingered the younger guy’s crack. Nagy leaned close, and grunted, “Is this what you wanted?” Ricky smiled and said, “Fuck, yes. I want your dick inside me.” Nagy was already hard. He yanked Ricky’s shorts down, exposing that full ripe peach. His finger went to the hole, and found it was already loose and wet. Sloppy seconds. “How many loads have you got in here already?” “Three.” “This one’s going to be as big as two more. Haven’t fucked in four days and I’m loaded and ready.” “Ooh, yeahhhh….” Nagy pulled his pants open, spat on his hand twice, wiped it on his now rock-solid cock, and pushed Ricky’s head up against the wall as he said, “Stick your ass out.” Ricky complied, and the porn stud shoved his big tool deep into Ricky’s loose, wet hole in one long thrust. “Fuck, yeah!” Ricky’s response wasn’t a scream of pain, more a cry of triumph. Nagy planted his head on Ricky’s shoulder and began talking. “You like this, don’t you? Yeah, you’re a good little slut, pulling your pants down and taking my cock in a dark alley. You really like this. Really want my fucking load.” “Oh, yeah! Fuck me and breed me.” “You’re not going to be able to keep it all in. It’ll be running out of your ass and staining those pretty white shorts.” “Give to me. I want it.” Ricky could feel that thick stud dick cramming its way in and out of his ass and loved it, wanted it, had to have it. The man was grunting now, slamming into him and reaming his hole out, and Ricky could tell he was about to get bred again. Nagy groaned. “Fucking gonna cum.” “Yeah! Cum inside my ass. Give it to me!” The Hungarian porn stud blasted off inside Ricky’s ass, slamming in as hard as he could go on each pulse, as if to shoot so far inside that it would take a week to come back out. When he pulled out, Ricky turned around, wanting to lick and suck that dick clean. But the man wiped his dick on his shirt tail, ignoring Ricky’s pleading eyes, tucked it back in and zipped up, slapping Ricky’s ass, and growling, “Great fuck. Keep it in you.” Then he walked disdainfully away, leaving Ricky standing there in the alley, smiling happily as the cum slowly trickled down his taint. The spandex shorts had very visible cum stains over the crack when he walked back into the building a few minutes later. The concierge knew better than to take any “notice” of his little problem, since it was, in any case a frequent sight here, as in all condo buildings in and around WeHo.

Chapter 5 I entered Brad’s house the same way as I usually did, under darkness. Once in his main room, the tv was on again, showing a guy in a sling. ’Underss’ came the command . I quickly stripped. I stood there whilst Brad inspected me. ‘ the piercings look good, the tattoo is a good choice. Now put this on’ . He handed me a harness. I was a little awkward, I hadn’t used one before but had seen them in the gay porn I had been watching. ‘You will get used to wearing this and not a lot else when you are bottoming for guys. You can take this , you will have to hide it from your girlfriend. If she is still your girlfriend when she returns’ Brad commanded. My thoughts were scrambling, I hadn’t missed Jess , but wasn’t sure what I felt anymore. ‘Kneel’ I knelt and sucked Brad s cock as it appeared in front of me. I then had more poppers pushed in front of my face. ‘Inhale’ I did so. My head swam as Brad’s muscular arms lifted me up. He put a blindfold on me and led me to another room. I was disorientated, as Brad positioned me into what I worked out was a sling. My arms and legs were tied in silence. ‘Have you been using the butt plug?’ ‘Yes Sir’ I replied, eagerly. ‘Good, keep using it, I want you to get used to your ass being stretched and filled’ my teacher continued. ‘ I am going to gradually stretch your ass so eventually it will be able to take anything and everything. I think you want that don’t you?’ I nodded automatically ‘yes sir’ I felt cold fingers pushing into my hole, first one then two. Some cold lube was being worked in me, then a third finger. More lube and I felt a fourth. My ass felt fully stretched as Brad started pushing his four fingers in and out slowly. I grunted as I felt as though I was splitting apart as Brad’s hand started moving in and out faster. ‘I’m going to stretch you, it may bleed a little first time but nothing to worry about. You will want more until you can take a fist’ he explained as he picked up pace and started pummelling my hole, before suddenly pulling out. Before I could catch my breath, his hand was replaced by his cock, the temporary empty feeling immediately changing to feeling my ass full of cock. ‘ you are a natural’ Brad continued’ I’ve not had many pupils as eager as you to change. I can tell you just love cock and it won’t be long before you are living a new life’ Brad picked up pace, grabbing my harness as he pushed his cock deep in me. I felt helpless in the sling, my ass feeling full with cock as Brad used my hole. ‘Here comes today’s load ‘ he grunted as he came, holding me onto his cock as he pushed deep one last time. Brad slowly withdrew, and untied the bonds. ‘Dress, put your sweatshirt on over the harness. Keep that on, there is someone I’d like you to meet. You drive, I’ll direct you. I slipped on my joggers and sweatshirt, over the harness. Despite my hole being wet with cum, I felt sexy with it on. Brad directed me on a fifteen minute drive, to a local hospice. ‘I want you to meet my teacher. Bob . taught me what I’m teaching you. He made me who I am. He’s not well now but the nurses will allow us a little time with him. ‘ I followed Brad through the entrance and to a private room. ‘ I’ve brought you my newest student Bob’ Brad said as I followed him into the room. ‘Be good to him’ I looked at Bob. He was lying on a bed in his pyjamas. He was bald and looked thin and gaunt. His skin was blotchy and he clearly wasn’t well. I presumed he had cancer, but didn’t want to ask as he may have not wanted to talk about it ‘Hello son’ he whispered. Brad said ‘ I’ve got to check something with the nurses, be back in ten’ and popped out of the door. ‘Come here, I’ve heard about you’ Bob said quietly. I walked up to the side of his bed. ‘Let me show you something boy’ Bob said. He pushed back the covers and was naked from the waist down. But what grabbed my attention was his cock. It wasn’t very thick but it was really long, a good ten inches, and hard. ‘This has given me a lot of pleasure over the years, even if it got me in here’ he said as he started wanking his cock. I was mesmerised . ‘ I hear you love cock’ Bob said. ‘Play with an old man’s cock for me. It’s ok the nurses allow me privacy when I have a visitor’ instinctively I held out my hand and gripped around his cock, massaging it gently. Some precum oozed from the tip. My cock brain was taking over. My own cock was stiff in my joggers as I naturally lowered my head to suck on Bob’s cock. I savoured the taste as I wanked him ,. I felt Bobs hand feeling my bum, and as I continued sucking, I felt Bob slide my joggers down, allowing my stiff cock to spring free. I closed my eyes as I worked his cock, one of Bobs hands stroking my own cock, the other sliding over my ass, before a finger snaked between my cheeks and slid smoothly onto my hole, the cum leaking out of my ass acting as lube. ‘Looks like I’m not the first in your hole tonight’ Bob whispered. I looked up, noticing for the first time a scorpion tattoo just like Brad’s on Bob’s abdomen. ‘climb up here on the bed’Bob said . I shrugged off my joggers and climbed on the bed, straddling Bob, my cock rock hard as Bob leaned forwards to take it in his mouth. I closed my eyes again as Bob expertly sucked my cock and fingered my hole shoving two fingers roughly in me. He stopped sucking and said ‘ Just gently sit back, let my cock slide in. I positioned the head at the entrance to my hole and lowered myself on him, impaling myself on his extra long pole. It slid in easily. My cock brain was in full flow as I picked up rhythm as I rode Bob. Before too long Bob whispered’ I’m nearly there, you will remember this fuck, let me cum in you’ I plunged down one last time on Bobs cock as he twitched, and I could feel him unload. I suddenly became aware of my surroundings as I slipped off him and climbed off the bed, quickly putting on my joggers and trainers. ‘thank you son, you’ve made an old man happy, and I hope I gave you what you wanted’ Bob whispered, holding my hand. ‘You did, your cock is incredible’ I replied, slightly missing the nuance of his words. Brad entered soon after and just asked me to step outside whilst he he’d a few words in private. I couldn’t believe what I had just done. I was becoming a total cock whore, sucking and fucking any cock I saw. I would have to rein this in when Jess got back I thought, as Brad came out of the room. we walked back to the car in silence, with my mind racing. I loved the harness, my piercings and tattoos, I has to think carefully where I was heading. I dropped Brad off and drove home, where I slipped my own fingers in my hole to work some of the cum that was leaking out of me back in , before I showered. to be continued ………..

ATM is showing respect to the Top who just fuck you and just gave you his precious load. If you are in a group and others see you do this they know you are worth fucking.

1. Seth "The invitation said there was a carefully selected group of '...positively-minded hot men.'" I had read the story every day since I had found it on Breeding Zone. It was the summer I turned sixteen. I had jerked off to it almost as often, thinking about the freedom and utter lack of fear of the narrator. I must have spilled gallons of sperm thinking about the impunity to fuck bareback, even with guys I knew were poz. I wanted that freedom to enjoy it and to even revel in it. I admired the courage of the narrator. I wanted his strength, but the consequences terrified me. I would stroke my cock, fantasizing about getting fucked raw and then hate myself for my depraved dreams after I shot my load. Freshman year in college, I discovered BarebackRT, and started to chat with guys on there. But I was still too afraid to do anything beyond chatting. Then, in the spring, I started to hear about PrEP. It seemed like a dream come true. A daily pill and I could have what I had been craving for so long, without fear. I started to chat more openly, with more guys and in greater, explicit detail. But, then, my freshman year came to an end; I had to go back home, a boring suburb in the Midwest. I was still chatting with guys on BBRT, but they were now so far away. In early August, I came home one day from my summer job as a lifeguard to see an envelope addressed to me sitting on the kitchen counter. Just like in the story, it was fine, heavy paper, hand-addressed in thick, confident strokes. I wondered what my mom had thought it was when she had gotten the mail. Of course, I had immediately though of the story I had blown so many loads to. I raced to my room. In just the two flights of stairs up, my cock had grown rock hard, telegraphing just what I expected to read. Alone in my room, I turned the card over again. The return address read "Jon Corelli." Jon was a guy I had met on BBRT just as I was heading home for the summer; our chats quickly spilled over into text, where I found myself opening up and telling him my fantasies. We started to exchange pictures. Mine were little more than erect nudes, but his were a moveable feast of bareback sex: him fucking guys, him getting fucked, and an occasional solo cum shot. I held the letter, trembling with excitement, anticipation and maybe some fear. I opened it up, savoring the feel of the paper and extracted the card. It was an invitation, handwritten as well, inviting me to a party over Labor Day weekend, a party for men "with a positive, uninhibited outlook on life," and encouraged me to "come PrEPared for a mind-blowing weekend." Jon was inviting me to his place for three days. We had talked enough for me to know that he had a beautiful condo in a downtown building, where he would occasionally host days-long bareback sex parties with his two partners. Jon had made it clear that although they ranged from very vanilla to extremely kinky and taboo, they were always bareback. He had hinted on text what he had been planning: it would be a party just for me with three days of uninhibited, unprotected, raw sex. It worked out perfectly; I had to go back to school the week before. I would have more than enough time to get a prescription for PrEP from the clinic at school. The next few weeks were endless. I was still texting with Jon, trying to get any details about the weekend. But he was keeping any details a secret, only teasing me with an occasional shot of his cock sliding into a tight raw hole, or a hot young man, his hole dripping cum. I would beat off every night, re-reading the story, re-reading the invitation, looking at the pictures he had sent me, and imagining it was I in the middle of all of the action. Everything seemed to conspire to only prolong my agony. First, my flight back to school was canceled, and I had to spend another night at home. Of course, that meant that I had to cancel my appointment at the student health clinic to get my prescription for PrEP. Then, I tried to re-schedule the appointment but seemingly every opening was full. I was scared that I wouldn't be able to get it in time for the party. But then, two days before I was due at Jon's condo, when I was terrified about making a final choice between long-anticipated pleasures and long-term responsibility, the clinic called about a last-minute cancellation. The Wednesday afternoon visit was quick and painless. The doctor took some blood, explained how PrEP worked, and I was out of there in less than fifteen minutes. Thursday morning I was stuck in classes until noon; when I finally emerged, the doctor had left a message. "All clear. I phoned in your prescription and it will be ready tomorrow morning." I was cutting it close, but I would have it in time for the party. I texted Jon and let him know the good news. "Great," he texted back. "Just make sure to take a pill as soon as you get them." I didn't need any reminders. All afternoon, I was stuck in lab, as Jon continued to send me pictures: first of his boy Cal sucking him off, followed him fucking Cal, his long cock covered only in lube, spit and pre-cum, and then, finally, of Jon's thick white spooge dripping from Cal's ass. I was jealous. That load was supposed to be inside me. I was the one who was supposed to get fucked bareback. I was the one who needed to get filled with cum. And I was the one who wanted to feel Cal's tight hole wrapped around my throbbing cock. At least my roommate was gone when I got back to the dorm. I took the opportunity to quickly jerk off, once more re-reading Jon's invite. Getting off barely seemed to make a difference in how horny I was. Six PM Friday afternoon was now only twenty-four hours away, but I wasn't sure if I was going to last that long. I sent a picture of the trail of cum splashed across my chest and abs to Jon. "That should be in Cal's tight hole," he texted back. "And save the rest for tomorrow. You are going to need it." The rest of the evening was spent eating, studying, and trying not to think about what the next day would hold for me. Even thinking about the barest glimmer of possibilities that lay in store would make my cock start to throb. I had to force myself to not jerk off again, and sleep did not come easy. I almost welcomed the alarm that morning; I had set it so I could get to the pharmacy right as it opened. Even at right at the morning opening time, there was already a line at the pharmacy. I took a number, and waited what seemed like hours for it to be called. But, it was really only twenty minutes before I was at the window. The pharmacist seemed already bored with his day. "I'm here to pick up a prescription," I said. He barely looked up from his computer. "Name?" he asked me. "Seth. Seth Hunter." He typed in something. "Date of birth?" "March 29, 1995," I said. I was a child of the AIDS epidemic, born in some of the darkest hours. But now I wouldn't have to worry about that. I wouldn't have to worry about it. Ever. "Just a second," he said, getting up from his stool, and walking into the back. It took him a few moments to find my prescription. "Let's see," he said as he sat back down. "Have you ever taken Truva..." He trailed off. "Mick?" he said, calling back. There was an indistinct response from someone I couldn't see. "Can you take this?" A few seconds later, a tall, thin guy appeared. The pharmacist handed him the bag. "Mick will talk to you about your prescription," he said. The man I assumed was Mick smiled at me, and pointed me to a door at the far corner of the room. "Meet me there," he said. As I followed him, I checked him out more carefully. He was about 6'2" and his blue polo shirt hugged his body tightly highlighting his muscular gymnast's build. I saw a bit of a tattoo sticking out from his collar. Also sticking out if you knew to look was his pert ass. I willed my cock to go down even as I imagined what it would feel like to thrust my raw, unprotected erection into his hole and drip a steady stream of pre-cum into him. He opened the door, and motioned for me to go in. It was a small room, a desk with two chairs, a few posters on the wall, and a filing cabinet. He had blue eyes and just a hint of stubble and gave me a knowing smile as I walked past him. I could feel him looking me over and trying to piece together my story. I hoped my boner was not too obvious. "Go ahead, sit down," he said. I sat down, glad to have some cover for the lump in my shorts. "I'm Mick," he continued. "I'm Seth," I said. "Nice to meet you," he said. He reached across desk and shook my hand, before sitting down. "We just like to do a bit more counseling for certain medications." He opened the brown bag, and took out a white bottle with a yellow band around it. "Truvada" was printed on the side of the bottle. "Is this your first time for PrEP?" "Yeah," I said. "It is." "That's cool. As you may know, every drug can have side effects. This is no different" "What kind of side effects?" He paused. He got up from the desk, and went over to the filing cabinet. "I have a pamphlet somewhere." He knelt down to open the bottom drawer. As he did, his polo shifted up, and his pants shifted down slightly. I saw a thick white band of a jock strap, and the tiniest hint of the smooth skin of his ass. My cock throbbed once more, wondering if he knew how badly I needed release. I forced myself to look away, to think about anything but sex. Unfortunately, as I looked up, I met his eyes. He had seen me checking him out. "You know," he said, closing the drawer without getting the pamphlet he had promised me. "I'm on PrEP as well." I took a breath; he had seen me staring at his ass, but he didn't care. "What's it been like for you?" I asked. He stood up, and leaned against the door with his legs spread slightly. "It's been..." He searched for the right word. "Liberating," Mick finally said. "My boyfriend. He's poz. And now we're fluid bonded." "Fluid bonded?" "He's shot his load inside of me. Not in a condom. It's more important than I thought." His hand dropped down to his groin and covered his crotch. Or maybe he was rubbing it slightly. It was hard to tell, and I knew my dick was seeing what it wanted to see. "It's really important for men to share fluids." He stared out into space for a moment, reliving some private, intimate experience. "Why are you starting?" "The protection," I started, but paused. "The freedom" I continued. I was staring at him, fantasizing about him. In my mind, I had already undressed him and was feeling his body next to mine. The idea of warmth of his ass against my cock was making me hard. I knew the welcoming wetness of his hole would make it impossible for me not to stick my shaft in him. There would be no fumbling with a condom and no barriers between us. It would be just fucking, the way it was meant to be. "Yeah. Freedom." He said, bringing me back to reality. "To fuck who we want. How we want." I hadn't even taken the first pill, but just the presence of the bottle in the room was liberating enough. I stood up and faced him, no longer trying to hide the hard shaft in my shorts. "Where we want." I said. He reached behind him, and locked the door. In the sudden silence between us it sounded like a heavy safe door closing. He turned off the light; there was still plenty of light streaming in through the shade-covered window. "When we want," he said. He unzipped his chinos, exposing a white jock strap. His cock was straining against the fabric. I unzipped my shorts, exposing my underwear. My cock had tented them as well. He took a step towards me. When I took a step towards him, my shorts fell down, gathering around my ankle. "Nice," he said. He took another step, and was now right in front of me. He put a hand on my basket. "Very nice." "Thanks," I said. "Your boyfriend..." "Calls me his slutty sperm bank." He smiled. "The more I get, the more he gives me." I nod. This was the freedom I had dreamed of every time I had jacked off. From a pocket, Mick produced a small bottle of lube. "You are prepared," I said. He laughed. "Yes," he said. "Besides. You're not the first today." "Really?" I ask. "Yeah. One from my boyfriend and one from a guy at the gym." Mick reached into my underwear and grabbed my cock. "Cum makes the best lube. You'll see" His hand was warm around my shaft. I wondered how his ass would feel. His cum-filled ass. It sounded so dirty, that he had already gotten two loads before 10AM. But it was also so hot. To not worry and to just enjoy sex. "Aren't you worried?" "No. I look for poz guys now. Undetectable poz guys are the safest ones out there. And if you are worried, take one of those." He pointed at the bottle of Truvada on the desk. "This is exactly what it's here for. To let you enjoy sex without fear. Real sex. Bareback sex." My cock got harder at the words. Mick let go of my cock, but in a practiced notion, pushed down my underwear. They fell to the ground, the cool air of the office a shock. I turned to the desk and picked up the bottle. As I fumbled with the cap and the foil, Mick stepped out of his sandals, took off his polo and kicked off his chinos. I tried to focus on the pill bottle but it was difficult. Mick he turned to show me his ass, and I was distracted by how the white straps of his jock perfectly framed his butt. "Breed me?" he asked. There was a hunger to his voice. So many stories on Breeding Zone had described that hunger. But I had never heard it in real life from another man, just in videos. The raw reality of the need triggered animal instincts, which had been long suppressed by society and convention, and these instincts were driving my every action. I had to fuck him. It was programmed in my DNA to spread my sperm as far and as wide as possible. And when a beautiful, talented hole presented itself, eager to be plowed by my thick cock, I was going to do what I was born to do. I managed to extract one pill. It was larger than I expected but was a calming shade of blue. I popped it in my mouth and swallowed it dry. "Fucking hot," Mick said. "Seeing you do that. Knowing you're gonna fuck me now." He poured a bit of lube on his hand and grabbed my cock, greasing it up. "We can just do this?" I asked. It seemed so simple. I took a pill, and now I could slide into his ass. No fumbling with a condom, no tight feeling of rubber. Just skin on skin and pleasure against pleasure. All of that came from a simple pill and only once a day. "Yeah," he said. "Quit talking. Start fucking." I lined up my cock with his hole. I could feel the warmth against the tip of my dick, and in response, I started to dribble pre-cum. "Ready?" I asked. "Of course," Mick replied. "I'm always ready." I pushed against his hole, forcing my way into his body. I was still new to gay sex, but even in my limited experience, I could tell Mick was an amazing bottom. His butt provided just the barest amount of resistance before opening up and allowing my cock to enter. "Damn. That's a nice one. Thick." "So warm. Welcoming." "That's what I want to hear." I stood still, trying to process all the sensations. This was what sex was supposed to be; it was like watching seeing a movie in color for the very first time. Every motion was more intense than I had remembered with a condom, and it was clear I was getting to know Mick on a fundamentally deeper level than I could if I was fucking him with a rubber. Even though I was standing still, sexual hunger was consuming Mick, and he was squirming in a feeble attempt to contain the forces consuming him. He needed more of my cock, and was now pressing back against me. Relentlessly, my shaft slid into his tight, firm body. "Oh. Fuck," I moaned. My cockhead had hit a pool of warmth. It took me a moment to realize the soft liquid was the sperm the other men had shot into Mick. "That feels good." "Doesn't it?" Mick said. He stopped trying to force himself on me, and let me explore the sensations of a hole already dripping with cum. I had never fucked someone with a load already up there, and it was a new sensation for me. I now understood how important fluid exchange was for men. It was especially vital when we were blessed with the opportunity to fuck another man. I was glad that Mick was not going to ask me to pull out when I came. I wanted to cum in him so badly and absolutely nothing was going to get in the way of me cumming inside him. "Your boyfriend," I asked, then pausing, wondering if I could ask the question I wanted to. I barely knew Mick, but yet he had given this intimate side of himself to me. "He's really poz?" It wasn't an intrusive question compared to what he had already offered me. "Yeah. He is. And the guy at the gym. Eli." He squeezed his hole around my cock, coating it with semen from the two men. "He was too. Poz, I mean." It was more than just a physical sensation; it was as if the cum carried far more. It was the DNA of the sperm, transmitting the two men's genetic inheritance and it was the RNA of the virus, transmitting the men's eventual downfall. There was something else there; something powerful and emotional. I just had to experience it; it would never be explained by reason or logic. As my cock soaked in the liquid, mental images and emotional traces of Mick's experiences came to me. I could see Eli the muscular black man that had fucked Mick at the gym, and how grateful Eli was for the chance to release his sexual frustration into Mick's strong, masculine body. I could feel the love that Mick's partner had for Mick and how the two of them used insemination as a way to celebrate and deepen that that love. I had no explanation for it other than I was learning from the semen in Mick's ass. There was also something else there: something furtive that slipped away as soon as I tried to focus on it. It was something evil, scared, and angry. "You feel it too, don't you? The darkness?" Mick asked. "It's the virus. It doesn't like being thwarted. It needs to infect us and it needs to spread. It needs it so badly" Once he had named the dark sentiment was easy for me to focus on it and understand it. It was a dark knight and it was a strong, relentless and deadly predator. It wasn't used to being defeated; over the years it had taken far too many victims and it reveled in its own carnage. "But we are powerful now. Armored and well defended. It's enraged, so it is going fight hard." "But," I stammered, "We're ok, right?" I had been promised that the virus had met its match, and I hoped we were both safe behind the walls Truvada had built. "Of course we are. Now, stop worrying about AIDS and fuck me, Seth." I tried to forget about the dangers of what I was doing, as Mick continued. "Fuck me like you mean it." I pulled my cock out, leaving just the tip still inside of Mick. My shaft was coated with cum. Seeing such hard evidence of how slutty Mick was and knowing my load would be the next in his collection drove me crazy and I slammed my cock back into his hole and all the accumulated poz seed. Mick grunted. "That's what I am talking about," Mick moaned. "That's what I fuckin' need." He was loud enough that I worried that people outside could hear it. "That's what I want, Seth. Don't stop." I pulled out again, and slammed my cock back into him. The force pushed him forward so I grabbed his hips and held him in place. I needed to feel the entire length of my cock buried inside his hole. I slid past the pools of cum in his butt, spreading the thick fluid across the insides of his body, before finally settling deep into Mick's guts. I held my cock steady in place and it pulsed slightly before emitting a drop of pre-cum. It was my first fluid exchange with another man. The full impact of what I had just done took a while to penetrate my mind, clouded as it was by the pleasures of sex. I hadn't swapped my fluids with any one, not a fuck buddy nor even a boyfriend. This first time was with a stranger, someone I had barely met. Even worse, it was while I was at a pharmacy picking up my prescription for PrEP. If that didn't permanently mark me as a Truvada slut, I don't know what would have. I sighed in pleasure. The day and the weekend were getting off to a very good start. I hoped that it also foretold what the rest of the month and the school year was going to be like. But those thoughts were a distraction from the task at hand. I pulled my dick out, and then pushed it back into Mick. It was amazing how good he felt. His hole was wet and smooth and warm, like the longest kiss my cock had ever gotten. I could feel every inch of Mick's ass, every slight objection to my penetration and every eager gulp of my shaft. With each stroke, I learned something new about Mick, some part of his desire. I understood how sex was supposed to feel. I would never be able to put a condom on again and lose this pleasure. "Oh hell yeah," Mick moaned, as I slammed my cock in and out of him. "Breed me, man,╙ he continued. I stopped trying to analyze the situation, and instead just focused on how damn good it felt to be fucking this man. It seemed to go far too fast, and before I knew it, my balls were tensing up and my cock was vibrating with pent-up need. "Don't pull out," he moaned. "Fucking let me have your seed." "Oh fuck," I grunted. My dick was dripping pre-cum like a leaky faucet. "I can't hold back," I said. "Just do it," Mick groaned. His ass tightened around my shaft, kissing it and milking out the last bit of precum. I closed my eyes, shoved my dick all the way in, and let my animal instincts take over. Bareback sex gave me an orgasm unlike one I had ever had before. I felt every drop of cum travel down the length of my shaft, and it flow into Mick's hungry ass. There was nothing held back between us. There was nothing to protect Mick from me, and nothing to prevent me from fertilizing his hole. The first spurt of cum was quickly followed by another, and then another and then one more. In the throes of the orgasm, it was hard to stay standing, but my cock was doing all the thinking necessary. My erection needed to be inside of Mick's wet hole, and my bestial instincts made sure my body maintained the balance needed. "Oh FUCK," I grunted. I hoped that people in the next room couldn't hear us. "Give it to me," Mick said. He squeezed his hole around my cock, and milked out another spurt. Without a rubber, I could feel just how hungry his hole was and how badly he needed my load. For a brief moment, I wondered if he could ever be satiated. But then, my cock demanded attention, and I focused on the pleasure of Mick's warm hole, tensing and releasing as he drained my balls of their load. "Oh hell yeah," he continued. "Damn," I said, as the last few drops of spooge dribbled out of my cock and into his hole. "That was fucking amazing." "That was bareback fucking," Mick said. "That was how men are supposed to have sex." I nodded in silent agreement. It was hard to think about anything; my mind was still clouded by the intensity of the orgasm. My dick was still buried in Mick's hole, and every slight movement from either of us reminded me how unbearably sensitive my dick was. "Think you can go back to rubberized sex now?" he asked me, understanding the struggle I was now contemplating. I slowly pulled my cock out of Mick. The ridges of my dick head pressed against the bare skin. It was just barely lubricated by the cum I had just deposited inside of Mick, and every move was a torrent of sensation. "Never," I said. As my cockhead pulled out, a small drop of white fluid dripped out of his hole. I reached down and pressed it back into him. "Yeah," Mick said. "You know how it is. I want every drop." His own penis was straining against the fabric of his jock strap. I thought for a moment he was going to start jacking off, but he turned around and faced me. "We have to do that again," he said, and pulled on his chinos. I stuffed my softening cock into my underwear and zipped up my shorts. "Yeah," I said, still not quite able to think clearly. "Don't forget your pills," Mick said, grabbing the white bottle off the desk and handing it to me. "Better living through chemistry, huh?" "For sure," I said. Mick put on his polo shirt. It was hard to believe that only a few minutes ago, he was practically naked, bent over the desk, and letting me fuck him bareback. "Uh," I stammered. "Here," he said, reaching into his pocket and extracting a card. "Give me a shout." He handed it to me; it had a name and a phone number on it. "Ok," I said. Reality was slowly sinking in. I needed to get going; there was a lab session I would just barely make in time. "Awesome," Mick said. He adjusted his clothes, and ran his hand over his head. With his close-cropped hair, it was a pointless gesture, but it forced a change in his bearing. He was no longer a bareback cum hound, but a young, professional man. The entire encounter had barely been fifteen minutes, but it was a window onto a world I desperately wanted to be a part of. He opened the door for me, and I stepped out. The people milling about in the waiting room barely noticed us. I wondered how they would have reacted if they had known what we had been doing. "Remember," Mick said. "Take the medicine regularly." I smiled, and headed out. As I walked out, I pulled out my phone. There was a message from Jon waiting for me. "Did you get your prescription?" "Yeah," I wrote back. "And I fucked the pharmacist as well." "Seriously?" "Yeah. He was on Prep as well." "Prep sluts are fucking hot. A guy taking care of himself, so he can take every load without fear." There was a brief pause. Jon was still typing. "Did you take your first dose yet?" "Yeah. Right before I fucked him." "So fucking hot. Two young studs, being safe. Taking care of themselves." He continued. "All so they can have sex without fear. Without condoms. With anyone they want." "I know," I wrote back. My ass was quivering in anticipation. I now needed to know what Mick had felt as a raw cock slid into his hole. "Now, you just have to remember to take it tomorrow morning. We're going to keep you up late tonight." "Good. I hope so," I texted back, before disappearing into the chemistry building.

Connor and I were inseparable. I always wanted to be with him and vice versa. I felt so safe with him. His love filled me up in a way that no one else's love and affection ever had. The best I could compare the feeling to was when you fall down and cry as a kid and know instinctively that your mother is the place to run for love and comfort. That is how I felt with Connor. It's no surprise then that we shared so much of our lives together. We talked about our life ambitions (mine to be a teacher and his to travel). We also shared the most intimate parts of ourselves - vulnerabilities, stories, fears, desires, dreams. Nothing was off limits. I told Connor about my sexual history and he told me about his. These stories always turned us on so that we were usually fucking before the story ended; only to finish the each story once my ass was full of his cum. Connor liked being dominant and I liked being submissive. We explored these things with each other as time passed. He started to wear leather harnesses and I became addicted to sexy jocks and underwear. He loved seeing my ass framed in a jock and I loved seeing his face when he saw my ass. Connor's desire for me in those moments was evident. We started to indulge our desires in other ways - public sex; sex in the public rooms at the bathhouse, sex in bathrooms, sex in the car, sex in alleys, sex while I was blindfolded, sex while I was tied to the bed, sex with porn, etc. We dabbled in club drugs: coke, mdma, g, and special k. We'd have sex on the drugs or a combination of the drugs; dance in the clubs while high; fuck at the bathhouse while high, etc. The drugs came and went, but as Connor and I got more serious the drugs faded in our routine. The summer between sophomore and junior years we both went home to our families. Being away from him for so long over the summer break was killing me. His parents were complaining about the phone bill because he called me so often and we spoke so long. We couldn't stand it anymore and we decided to go back to New Orleans for another sweltering summer. I told my family the next day when my aunt and uncle were over for a bbq. My aunt and uncle immediately said, "Go use the cabin for a few weeks. No one else is there this summer since we are tied up at work." That night I called Connor. We and my family decided to make it a vacation plus "meet the family" trip. Connor and I would stay at the cabin for two weeks and my family would come up for the last weekend. I was so excited to see Connor that I didn't even mind taking the bus all the way from Long Island to Cooperstown again. Connor was driving his car to the cabin. He was timing his arrival to match my bus. That way we could grab groceries and I wouldn't have to figure out my way to the cabin with my luggage. I got on the bus and could hardly contain my excitement. I hadn't jerked off in three days and during the rhythmic bus ride along the highway my mind wandered to the hot times I had at the cabin two summers prior. After the third or fourth stop; the bus driver announced that something was wrong with the bus leaving Kingston taking me to Cooperstown and we would need to travel to Albany. We could switch in Albany for a special bus which would run through Western New York. He also announced that we would be picking up a lot of extra passengers in Kingston to take them north to meet the Albany bus (clear off the seat next to you, etc). Just the mention of Albany got my dick hard. I started thinking about Steve and Lou and the bathhouse sex. I was in a trance with my hand lightly stroking my cock when we got to Kingston. I was staring out the window and felt a person drop dramatically into the seat next to me. I turned to look at my neighbor and I was entranced. This guy looked like a soccer jock, blonde hair, blue eyes, hot frame, big thighs; but it was painted over with "GAY". His hair also had streaks of purple and black, he wore earrings, very tight expensive clothing, and I could swear he had glitter residue on his skin. I said hello and as he responded his purse fell out of his mouth. He was a total queen. And a hot queen at that. As the bus began to roll out of Kingston, we fell into a good conversation. His name was Bryce. I was going to meet my boyfriend and he was escaping his asshole family. He had been caught fucking the recently graduated 18 year old star of the high school basketball team. I laughed at that. He said, "It wasn't hard to turn him out. The guy was so repressed and needed release that convincing him to get fucked was almost easier than it was to get him to give a blow job. I'd been fucking the guy for a month before his parents caught us. He had such a sweet ass." I was hard thinking about this queeny, ex soccer jock nailing the star basketball player. Bryce asked if I had any stories like that. In a hushed tone, I shared some of my past conquests. Responding in an equally subdued tone, Bryce asked if I was always a bottom. I admitted that I was. He told me more stories of guys he had "turned out." Preppy boys, closeted boys, guys with boyfriends and partners; they all gave it up their ass and turned all slutty when he got them turned on. He leaned in and said, "Guys like you. Feeling your ass wrapped around my cock would be awesome. Too bad we are on a crowded bus." I blushed and chuckled awkwardly. I said thanks and reminded him that I had a boyfriend. Bryce said, "That doesn't matter. I can see you are rock hard in those shorts." He slipped his hand between my legs and slid his hand up my thigh until it rested on my hard cock. I laughed awkwardly again and said, "Your stories are so hot. And I haven't cum in three days. I'm waiting to cum with my boyfriend, Connor." I said Connor's name to remind us both that Connor was real. Bryce removed his hand and we continued our hot conversation in hushed tones the rest of the journey to Albany. When we got to the Albany bus station, the driver told us that the bus west would be ready in about an hour. We needed to take out luggage and wait in the station. As Bryce and I got off the bus, I saw that the bus station was right near the used bookstore where Steve and I met Lou. Bryce grabbed his bag and I grabbed mine. When I turned around, I saw Bryce checking out my ass. He said, "Zach, your ass is amazing. I really want to fuck you." I got hard again. But tried to ignore his comments and rolled my eyes. I called Connor (he now had a cellphone) and let him know I was going to be late. He told me he'd wait for me. Bryce and I grabbed seats inside the station and he asked about Steve and Lou. I told him the story including the condom breaking with Lou. He reached down and grabbed his hard cock and said, "Look what you're doing to me. Did Lou cum inside you?" I nodded sheepishly. He asked if Steve wore condoms to fuck me. I said no. He leaned in as an older couple sat across from us and asked, "Were they the only two guys who fucked you that night?" I said, "No there were others." He said, "Zach, you are such a hot slut. Come with me I want to hear the rest of the story." We asked the couple to watch our bags and we made our way to a bathroom. Bryce and I leaned near each other and I told him the whole story of the Albany bathhouse: Steve; Lou and the condom; the wall with holes in it (which I now knew to be gloryholes) and the guys who fucked me through them. Bryce ran his hand along the outline of his cock. He turned to the mirror and said, "Zach, I'm so glad we met. You are totally making my leaving home today so much better." I turned to face him in the mirror and at that point someone came into the bathroom. The man used the urinal at the other wall and Bryce went up to the one urinal next to the sink where I was standing. He took out his hard cock, looked at it, looked at me in the mirror and watched me look down at his nice 8" fat cock. I was hard in my shorts and so turned on. Bryce's cock was so nice. We broke eye contact as the other guy washed his hands. As soon as he left the restroom, Bryce had his cock resting on my ass and was looking at me in the mirror. He said, "Over here." We went into a stall and I knew I was going to have sex with Bryce. I was so turned on. He got me in the stall and dropped his shorts and sat down. I grabbed his hard cock, dropped to my knees and started sucking his dick and licking the head. I was getting him wet the same way I get Connor wet. I took him into my throat and was loving it. Bryce said, "We've barely gotten in the stall and you are on your knees sucking cock. You must me very horny from all our talk." I moaned a yes from around his cock. I was sucking him really well and he was holding back his groans and moans. I thought, maybe if I just suck him off that won't be so bad. I put more effort into it. I started to feel precum in my mouth. I swallowed it down. I realized that my mouth was dripping so I stopped and took off my shirt. Bryce stroked his cock and watched me pull off my t-shirt. He said, "Stand up and turn around. Do you want me to fuck your pussy?" I turned around, dropped my shorts, stepped out of them, showing Bryce my jockstrap framed ass. I said, "Yes. Fuck me." Bryce leaned in and ate my ass. He got me just wet enough and then stood up and lined his cock up to my ass. He said, "You want my raw cock don't you?" I said, "Wait, Bryce. That's not safe. And I'd really be cheating on Connor then." Bryce said, "It feels so much better raw. Besides I don't have a condom so it's bareback or nothing. You really want to get fucked right?" I said, "Yes. You can fuck me. Just don't cum inside me, okay?" Bryce agreed and started sliding his cock inside me. After using dildos on my ass for weeks and Connor fucking me every day for months, my ass opened up fairly easily. I felt Bryce's cock in me and I lost though of everything else in the world. Bryce bottomed out inside my ass and started fucking me. I was just focused on the cock in my ass. Bryce was making noise, soft grunts, as he fucked me. My cock was rock hard and I went to jerk it as I normally would. Bryce put my hand back on the stall door and said not to jerk off. My cock was so hard and in need of attention. I bent over more so I could watch his cock slide in and out of my ass. I couldn't really see it but I caught a glimpse. I was thinking that as long as Bryce doesn't cum inside me, then I'll be fine. I started to focus again on how great his cock felt fucking me. We heard the announcement that the bus to Western New York was leaving in 10 minutes. It caught us by surprise. Next thing I know, Bryce is saying, "Oh fuck. I'm gonna cum." I didn't move to get off his cock because I usually take Connor's load when he says that. What happened next surprised me more than the fact that I didn't try to get off his cock. Bryce said, "You want my load, don't you?" As routine ever since dating Justin, I said, "Do it. Cum in my ass." Bryce slammed into me 2 more times, jammed his cock into my hole and exploded. Bryce and I silently cleaned up. When we were washing our hands, he looked at me and said, "Turning out boys is so much fun. You liked it didn't you?" I admitted that I did. Bryce and I didn't sit next to each other on the rest of the trip because once on the bus there were no open seats together. I saw him when I passed him on my way to the bus bathroom. I sat on the toilet and let his cum slip from my ass. Hopefully, Connor wouldn't notice. I realized then that Bryce hadn't let me cum. He had made me save my load for Connor. That was pretty cool. I smiled wryly to myself in the mirror. The last time I saw Bryce was when I got off the bus in Cooperstown. Connor and I were holding hands walking to his car and I noticed Bryce as the bus pulled away from the curb. He smiled at me.