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As usual was cruising online, horny and bored. Like any good bottom I'd recently become obsessed/addicted to bareback play. I had only recently ventured into this space and was woefully unaware of prep or any other preparations I could be taking. I was neg and slowly but surely becoming an absolute mindless cum dump. After an hour of chatting and the usual ghosting, I got an interesting message: "Hey cutie, I think I'd like to impregnate you." Silly boy, you can't get boys pregnant I thought. But he was cute, too cute, and I was horny. So I messaged him back and we got to talking. He was a few years younger (I usually go for older), had a mostly blank profile except for a nice pic of his cock and cute slim belly. His profile simply read "sluts only, I have what you want. I'll wife up the winner." I had no idea what they meant but I was horny and in heat. We shared a lot of kinks in common and he was a dom top. So I agreed we should meet and headed over to his place. Upon arrival he immediately stripped me down to my briefs. "Good boy, are you ready to give yourself up to me?". "yes please" I mumbled, voice shaky. He led me back to his bedroom and pushed me into the bed. "Good, because you can't go back now. I'm going to knock you up. Hope you're ready for multiple rounds because I need to make sure you leave here good and pregnant". I laughed and said "give me as many loads as you want, boy". For the next few hours we fucked like rabbits and ended up getting along quite well. He was funny and kind, but also strong and dominating. He knew what we wanted and was not afraid to take it. He left me dripping, sweaty, and flooded with his cum. A guy had never filled me up like this before. Never fucked me like that either. As I stood up I felt a river of cum running down my legs. He let out a little moan and smirked. "Come back tomorrow. I need to see you looking like this again. My little slut." With that he handed me a towel and showed me the door. I walked home with his cum still running down my legs, not at all hidden by my slutty girl shorts. Now dominated and bred, I was desperate for more. So as instructed I showed up the next day. And the next. By the end of that week he had probably dumped 18 loads in my little neg cunt. I was obsessed. He was about to head out for a work trip so I wouldn't see him for a few weeks. I promised on his return I'd be ready for him. You can imagine my surprise when 3 weeks later I got a call after my regular checkup. I'd been pozzed. My mind was racing. There was only one explanation, and thats when his message and his words started flashing through my head. I frantically grabbed my phone to message him - having no idea what I would say - and opened to a new message from him that simply read "did you get any good news yet? if so, come over here. I am back from my trip. If you have good news, I have a ring and 5 more loads for you." All the fear and panic slipped out of my mind. I went straight over and he did just as he promised. He proposed on one knee and then fucked me over and over and flooded me again. A year later, I am still a poz bottom slut, but I am his. And he is mine. He knocked me up for good and now I can't help but love it. I am claimed.

Hey guys I just want to give you a heads up that I am going to try and write as many chapters to this story as possible and I don't know how long it will be in-between them so please be patient with me and let me know what you think about it I love all comments especially dirty ones lol I have made a discovery that is going to change lives forever and now I need to test it. I have been going to school to be a doctor and my main focus is HIV and now I have discovered something that will change the world of HIV forever. 4 years previous My name is Kyle and I have been HIV positive since I was 18 after my first hookup with a highschool friend and it changed my life forever. I was shocked and scared at first as was the rest of my family when they saw I was sick and rushed me to the hospital and they heard the results from the doctor. They all took care of me when I got discharged and made sure I took my meds that the doctor prescribed me and they never treated me any differently. When I was better and finally got out of bed without feeling I was going to die I went into my bathroom to see if I looked as I had felt over the last few weeks. When I saw my reflection I was pleased to see that I still looked like the cute surfer boy with my blond hair and blue eyes staring back at me. I ran my hand over my chest and tweaked my nipples and went further down my six pack abs and onto my hard dripping 7 inch cock. It was hard and leaking but I did feel inside that I was different as I swirled around my precum over my thick mushroom head. I felt more energized and hornier than I ever had in my life and some feeling deep inside me said that I needed more sex now that I was no longer neg. I turned around and looked at my ass in the mirror and saw the same muscular bubble butt and slid my finger down my crack till I reached my hole. Once I touched my hole I felt an increasing sense of hornyness and it was like my hole had a mind of its own opening and swallowing my finger all the way through to the base. This caused me to moan and buck my hips more than I can remember over my years of pleasuring my ass and I loved how intense it was. I added a second and then a third finger and like before my ass opened up easily accepting them like the first. I moved my three fingers until I found my prostate and I had to control how loud I was moaning so I didn't have any unwanted intruders to find me like this but I had never felt this much pleasure in my ass before I couldn't stop. My orgasam came with so much force I held onto the bathroom sink as ropes and ropes of cum coated the mirror and the sink. I stood there panting and in a cold sweat and quickly sat on the toilet as it felt like my legs were about to give out on me and quickly tried to catch my breath. Once I felt better I looked at the mirror to see all the cum that landed on it start to drip down onto the sink and pool with the loads that landed there already and quickly grabbed some toilet paper and cleaned up all of it and flushed it down so no one would see any evidence. Just as I finished and returned to my bed there was a knock on my door followed by my dad and mom walking into my room to see how I was doing. They were both happy to see that I was feeling so much better than I had been during my sickness and said that if I felt well enough that the hard part must be over and I could try and return to my normal day to day activates. While they were talking to me I couldn't help but think that my life would never be normal again after what just happened in the bathroom but I smiled at them both and said that I thought so too. They hugged me and left after saying that they hope to see me down stairs soon for dinner. Once the door shut I pulled up my laptop and started to see if there was anything online to explain to me why my body reacted so intensely to what I did but couldn't find anything to help me with it.I closed my laptop and put on some comfortable clothes and made my way downstairs to join my family after being stuck in bed for so long. I sat in the living room watching some tv with my dad and big brother Tom while my mom was finishing up making dinner. At dinner everyone chatted like normal and my Tom asked me what I was going to be doing next after highschool with graduation next month and as he said this he smiled and slid a large envelope my way. My parents both asked me what that was and I didn't say anything but opened it and read the first page. It was an acceptance letter to my first college choice (the same one my brother went to) that I applied to before I had gotten sick and I burst up from the table and shouted that I had gotten into the college on a full ride. I looked at my parents shocked faces as they didn't know that I had applied months ago and they didn't know either that I was going to study to be a doctor. This brought on cheers and hugs from all of my family and when my brother hugged me he said that he saw that my acceptance was delivered and hid it away and waited until I was better to see what it said. Once the cheering died down my mom and dad started to call all the relatives and tell them that I was going to be going to the same college as my older brother and that I wanted to study to be a doctor. While all this chatter went on my brother pulled me into the living room and told me he had a secret he wanted to share with me. He looked both worried and proud and I asked him what was it. He bent down and whispered in my ear that he knew that his friend was the one who pozzed him because he was the one who pozzed my friend after he fucked him. Welcome to the brotherhood my little bro. I looked at him in shock and awe and felt my cock get so hard digesting this news. I never knew my big brother was gay and now after hearing that he was poz and was the one who infected my friend who in turn infected me I couldn't handle the emotions and urges that flowed in me I came right in my pants without touching myself and It was just as intense as it was earlier in the bathroom. Tom could tell what was happening to me and he rushed me into his bedroom and quickly stripped me out of my clothes and put his mouth on my cock as I was convulsing and shooting more and more cum down his throat. I panted as I finished and I felt like I blackened out a bit and Tom picked me up and kissed me sharing some of my load and told me after we finished kissing that I was going to be so ready for what was to cum when I would get to college.

In 30 years I will almost certainly be dead. But if the voters apologize for voting for Mango Mussolini, as Biden did when he acknowledged it was a mistake, then I might forgive them. I don't think any of them will, though, because to vote for him today after knowing all we know about him means that the voter is a shithole of a person.

Chapter 3 – Enter Chad Chapters 1 and 2 recount a session with my friend Matt. We partied, and then he fisted me. He had me riding a fuck machine when Brett joined us. Brett also fisted me, and they have me back in the sling, getting worked over by the fuck machine. Brett’s husband, Chad, is on his way to join us. We took a small break while we waited for Chad to arrive. They stopped the fuck machine, but the dildo on it was still inside my ass. Matt went and got some drinks for all of us, and we were just hanging out and talking as we waited. Since I was still in the sling, Matt gave me a cup with a lid and straw so I could easily drink the liquid he provided. They both had plastic tumblers. I was pretty parched from the exertion and quickly drank what was in my cup. After a while, I started to feel that ethereal, swirly feeling. “Was there some G in that?” I asked Matt. He nodded and told me that he wanted me to be at my peak horniness all weekend. He was definitely achieving that. I realized that I was swinging the sling back and forth so that I could ride the dildo. When they stopped the fuck machine, they made sure that the dildo was deep in my ass. Now, I was using the sling to move back and forth on the toy. Brett saw what I was doing and laughed as he grabbed the remote. I squirted some more J Lube on the toy, and around my ass, then he turned the machine on. It was a slow but deep pace that he set. I was enjoying it a lot and was wrapped up in my own feelings when I next looked over at the two of them on the bed. Brett was on all fours, and Matt had his hand in Brett’s ass. I was pleased to see that Brett’s hole was surrounded by some hair. His ass was mostly smooth otherwise, but he had a nice patch right around his hole. I love a hairy hole since it looks so awesome as the hairs drag through the lube on a cock, toy, or fist. They were doing this to put on a show for me, too, so I sat up as much as I could in the sling to enjoy the show. Brett’s phone pinged. “He’s here,” he said when he read the message. Matt pulled out, wiped off his hand, and went down the hall to answer the door. Brett grabbed a nearby dildo, lubed it up, and shoved it in his ass. He was fucking his ass with it when Matt returned with Chad. Chad took in the surroundings, and I took in Chad. He was taller than all of us and very well-built. He was hairy all over, had a dense beard, and a nice-looking cock. His hairy chest was well-defined and narrowed down to that hot V shape as it got closer to his dick. He was uncut and looked to be well hung. He walked over to Brett and bent forward to kiss him, showing us his firm, hairy ass. Fuck, he was hot! “Thanks for inviting me over. Looks like you boys have been having some fun.” We were having fun, and I got the impression that it was about to be amped up to be even more fun. Chad trailed his fingers down Brett’s chest, gave the dildo in his ass a tug, and chuckled. Next, he walked over to the sling and took in the fuck machine plowing my ass. “You like that?” he asked. I nodded. “How about the real thing?” I nodded again. Matt turned the machine off and then slid it away from the sling. My hole was gaping and dripping lube. “So fucking hot,” Chad muttered as he slid his cock into me. It went in easily. He slid all the way in and held it there. He looked down at me and said, “You ready to be fucked and bred?” Again, I could only nod my agreement. This hairy stud was going to leave his cum in my ass, and I was excited to find out what else he wanted to do with me. He was grinding his cock into my ass, not really moving in and out much. He was using my ass to massage his cock. I flexed my ass to add to the massage. “This ass is hungry,” he growled. With that, he started to move in and out, slowly at first, then he picked up speed. He varied the speed and depth, and I moved around in the sling to give him some different angles. At one point, he suggested I do some poppers. Always happy to oblige, I took a few snorts from the bottle and prepared for the rush. When it hit, I moved down a bit in the sling to give him better access to my ass. I also reached down and spread my ass. Feeling his pubes crashing against my hole was sexy, and I was squirming around as he pounded me. He was fucking at a fast pace and was covered in sweat. He looked so hot as he mercilessly drove his cock in and out of my ass. Chad slowed down as he saw that the poppers were wearing off. He fucked me gently now, just moving his cock in smaller motions. Soon, he asked me if I wanted his load. I told him to breed my ass. “Do some poppers now, and then I’ll flood your ass with cum”. Fuck, he knew how to turn me on! I grabbed the poppers and greedily sucked in the fumes. Chad went animalistic on my ass then, pounding me with no stopping and no relief. Then he cried out, “I’m gonna cum!” before driving his cock as deep in me as he could. I could feel the spasming of his dick as he dumped his load into me. There were a few good squirts, and he kept moving his cock around as he distributed the cum throughout my ass. He looked down at me and said, “That was great!” I told him that I agreed. Chad slowly pulled his cock out of my ass. Lube and cum leaked out of my hole before Brett shoved a butt plug in me. “Let’s let that cum steep in your ass”, he growled. That was fine with me. Once Chad had recovered, he said that he wanted to get spun. Matt pulled out the pipe, and Chad asked, “Do you guys slam?” Matt said we did, and Chad pulled out his kit. He had a few points ready and started to prep. Meanwhile, Matt produced some points that he had prepared for the two of us. Chad was going to self-admin, and they decided that Matt would then take care of me since Chad wanted to be fisting me while we were both rushing from the T. I didn’t hear how Brett and Matt were going to manage, but I knew they would be OK. Matt came over to me with the necessary items and prepared my arm. The plan was that he would release it into me right after Chad did his slam. That way, Chad would be ready to fist me while he was still rushing, and I had just been slammed. So, Chad did his point, coughed, and then started lubing his hands. His hands and arms were covered in dark hair, which I find very sexy. Just after he finished, Matt sunk the plunger on my point, filling my body with T. I coughed a few times and then started to push my ass out, visibly inviting Chad inside. He put his hand at my ass, and I slid down a little in the sling to swallow him up to his wrist. We were both flying from the slams, and he pulled out and entered me with his fist. He went in deep, getting about half of his thick and hairy arm inside me. When he pulled back, I could see the hair on his arm was all matted down with lube. Chad was really intense when he was fisting me. I enjoyed watching him focus on my ass as he was sending amazing sensations through my body. With the amount of drugs floating through my body, it was difficult to focus on anything by my ass and how amazing it felt. When Chad looked up at me, his sparkling blue eyes at pinpoints, and smiled, I melted back onto his hand, letting him get even deeper into my ass. He was well into my colon, using his fingers to rub and massage there. His hand felt amazing inside me, and I just wanted to get him in deeper and deeper. I was using my muscles to expand my ass so that he could go as deep as he wanted. “Fuck, I’m in up to my elbow!” he said, excitedly. I could only smile as he probed my depths. He was as deep, if not deeper, than anyone had even been in my ass. This hot, hairy, handsome stud was fisting me, and all I wanted to do was open my ass for him. I looked over at the bed and saw Brett’s hand buried in Matt’s ass. Matt was hanging his ass off the side of the bed, and Brett was on the floor, driving his hand in and out of Matt’s hairy hole. Looking down, I saw that Brett was sitting on a dildo, too, moving up and down on it as he plowed Matt’s hole. That meant that Chad was the only one who didn’t have anything in his ass. I looked down at him and said, “You should have your ass filled now too.” I didn’t know if he was versatile, but he agreed and said, “Tell me what you want to put in me.” I pointed to a medium-sized butt plug, and Chad picked it up and passed it to me, along with the lube. I lubed up the plug, but Chad would need to pull out of my ass so that I could insert this plug in him. We agreed that he would pull out of me, come to the head of the sling, and bend over so that I could shove the plug in him. So, he slowly moved out of my ass and then stood up. It took a moment for him to get his bearings before he walked up to the head of the sling. His cock was all shiny with lube and cum from earlier, and then he turned around to present his ass to me. It was a glorious ass. Two firm globes covered in a dark coating of hair. He reached back and spread his cheeks, exposing his sweet hole, which was ringed with even more hair. I placed the plug at his opening and told him to suck it in. He leaned back, and the plug slid into him. I twisted it around to ensure that it was properly seated, and I also got to enjoy looking at his ass some more. Once we were satisfied, he went back to the chair. He added more lube to his hand and told me that his fists were going in. I nodded my agreement, and he inserted his left fist into my ass. Chad spent a bit of time moving his left fist through my ass. Then, he pulled it out and quickly shoved in his right fist. This was his dominant hand, and it’s always surprising when I can tell the difference in size. This was a case where the size variance was obvious! He pulled the right fist out, put the left one in, and so on. He was punchfisting my ass, and I was begging for more. He slowed down on the insertions and went for more depth each time. He was able to get each one of his fists in me to my second hole, but a fist wasn’t going to maneuver the bend. Chad stood up then. He told me that he wanted me to fuck myself on his arm. Fuck yeah! This is always fun since I get to control the action. I hooked my feet around the sling's uprights and used those to swing myself back and forth. Chad held his arm out in front of him and let me slide onto it. He also added some more lube while he was standing there, which made everything more slippery. I considered doing some poppers when Brett said, “Make him do some poppers!” I didn’t know which of us he was referring to, so I picked up the bottle and offered it to Chad. He took a few hits and passed it to me. I did a short hit in each nostril, then took a deep huff, which I held for as long as possible. The purple eye was back! This time, there was a fist right in front of me that I could slide in and out of my ass. I rocked back and forth a bit, but I really wanted to feel those long, deep strokes that come when my ass is fully open and available. So, I drew back until Chad’s hand was barely inside me, then slowly pushed myself forward on his arm. I was so aroused that I kept pushing even when he reached my second hole. I shifted a little to my right to let his hand pass through. Chad sensed what was happening and extended his fingers out from the fist. His fingers passed through the curve and were back in my colon. I took some time flexing my ass and writhing around on his fingers, letting them stroke all my inner walls. He, too, was flexing some, and the feelings were magical. Spun on out T and G, with poppers controlling my brain, I rode those fingers like the ass pig I am. When the poppers rush wore off, I moved off Chad’s arm. He sat back down on the sling, jerking back up a little when he hit the plug that was still in his ass. We gazed at each other and smiled, knowing that something special had just happened between us. I looked over at the bed and motioned for Chad to turn around. Matt and Brett had navigated themselves into a position where they could each fist the other. That gave me an idea about making a fist train.

Define picky. I would say there has to be something about the guy I find attractive beside his dick,,,,

Met a guy tonight from BBRT. Hadn't realized he was European until he called cause he couldn't find my place and I heard the accent. 5'10"-ish and skinny with a flat ass with hair on it and a very hairy crack that he loved to have eaten 😍. I had a 2-day load in me, and I think he could've made me cum from sucking me (1st unicorn point), but he told me that he doesn't like the taste of cum and preferred that I shoot it in his butt instead. (You don't have to tell me that twice! 😜) Had him ride me, and he really got into it and did this move that sent me over the edge much faster than I wanted. 🤬 I usually have to pee between orgasms, but we were able to contort without disconnecting so that we were spooning. I stayed hard and continued to fuck him in the spoon position (not my favorite) until we contorted again without disconnecting and he was on his back, legs in the air. I didn't think I was going to be able to cum again without peeing first, but after 15-ish minutes, he got his second load from me. (2nd unicorn point) I definitely had to pee at that point. After some more making out, we did variations on doggie and he got his third load. (He had me take pics with his phone of me fucking him...) Three is usually my limit in a session, but there was more making out and I had him ride me again since the first time was rather short in duration. It took another 10-15 minutes (maybe even 20), but he got a fourth load out of me! (3rd unicorn point) Only one other bottom in the last 20 years has been able to make me cum FOUR TIMES in a single session! (A unicorn is any bottom who gets me to accomplish things that I usually don't accomplish. Even if he and I never accomplish any of those things again, he'll still be a unicorn...) We definitely hope to see each other again sooner rather than later!

A btm who doesnt complain about being fucked and bred by a hard fuckin top

I’ve gotten together with Matt on lots of occasions. We’ve gotten to know each other’s likes and dislikes and have fun pushing each other’s boundaries. Matt wanted to do something special for my birthday. He asked if I’d be open to having him set up a weekend where we partied, and then he could use me however he wanted. He also said he would try to get some other guys to come over. Of course, I was up for that. He told me to prepare for a weekend with my legs in the air and my hole gaping open. Before heading to Matt’s place on Friday, I did a good cleanout. I shaved my balls and trimmed up a bit around my dick, but I left the hair on my ass alone. I like shaving my balls since it lets me wear a cock ring with less worry about getting hairs caught in, and the minor trim on my bush just makes things look better. Matt likes my hairy ass, so I was definitely keeping that. Matt and I are both hairy. Matt has a dense thicket of fur on his chest, legs, arms, and some on his back. His ass, though, is a marvelously hairy beast. There is hair everywhere, and it gets denser as you near his hole. I really like the way the hair on his back melts into the hair on his ass. It tapers down as it goes down his back, getting almost to a point before it spreads out again to cover his ass. It looks amazing! I have a moderate amount of hair on my chest. Like I said, I trim my bush and shave my balls, but that’s all the manscaping I do. Matt doesn’t do any trimming, and his fur is lush and wonderful. There’s not much hair on my back, but my ass is covered in a light coating of fuzz. My hole is hairy, too. I had on my orange jockstrap under my clothes since Matt told me that this was a “no holes barred” weekend. This way, guys would know I was up for anything. It was likely that I’d strip down to my jock as soon as I got in Matt’s house, and I was wondering what (if anything) he would be wearing when I arrived. My excitement level was high as I got on the Uber to his house. I could have driven myself, but I thought I might not want to drive home, so this seemed easier. Also, since I didn't need to focus on driving, I could let my mind run rampant with thoughts about the weekend. The driver dropped me off, and I walked into Matt’s house. He told me to go ahead and just come in and make myself comfortable. There was a card on the table with my name on it. It was a sexy birthday card from Matt, with a note telling me to head down the hall to the playroom when I was ready. I stripped down to my jockstrap and went down to the last room on the left. It’s Matt’s playroom, and I’ve been there many times. The main feature is the sling, but he also has a fuck bench, rim seat, plus a TV, bed, a few chairs, and the regular lineup of lubes, toys, and poppers. Matt was on the bed, wearing a red jockstrap and harness. He was texting someone, sitting back and had his legs bent, showing me the entrance to his sweet hairy ass. He smiled at me and said, “Good to see you. Get in the sling.” I did as requested, positioning my feet in the stirrups and adjusting the pillow behind my head. He let me settle in and hang there for a bit. My ass was hungry, so I reached down and started fingering my hole. “OK, pig, you’re going to get that hole worked over this weekend,” Matt said, laughing at my neediness. “But first, we gotta get you spun.” I thought we’d smoke or maybe do a booty bump, but Matt had a different idea. When he came over to the sling, he had two prepared rigs in his hands. He put one down and said, “That’s for later,” before telling me to stick out my arm. He put a tourniquet on and raised a vein. We’ve slammed before, so he knows where my good spots are. Then, he swabbed it down with a wipe and got ready to point me. “You ready?” he asked. I nodded, and he stuck me, got a register, and then pushed down the plunger. He took off the tourniquet, and I raised my arm in the air. The rush was coming, and I coughed a few times. Matt had moved to the base of the sling and picked up a dildo. He slid the lubed toy into my ass, eliciting a groan of approval and appreciation from me. This wasn’t the largest of the toys that we played with, but it was a good size to start the stretching. Matt is very good at fucking me with a dildo. He’d pull it back and forth, sometimes taking it all the way out but usually keeping it inside me. He was twisting it around and would shake it to send vibrations down my ass. Now, he pulled this dildo out and picked up one with a knot in it. He shoved it in up to the knot quickly, but the knot wasn’t passing through my hole. “Take some poppers,” he commanded. I picked up the bottle, still rushing from the slam, and took two deep hits. When I put the bottle down, Matt gave the dildo another shove, and it slid all the way inside me. Fuck, this felt amazing! The slam, plus the poppers, plus the huge dildo in my ass made me into a happy pig. Matt slowly extracted the dildo from my ass. The next thing to go in was his hand. He lubed up both hands and placed his left at my hole. He used his other hand to pull me onto his hand. Once his knuckles had breached my hole, he eased up in the pressure and let me get used to the invasion. He’s fisted me enough that he knows what I like, and he was going to deliver it to me today. He was flexing and twisting his hand around, just inside the entrance. This gives me a nice stretch and prepares me for the deeper work I was sure would come around. Once he had played at the level for a bit, he used a twisting motion to delve further into my ass. His hand slid to my second hole, and he kept it in place for a while. At that depth, he was just flexing his hand a little bit, but the sensations in my ass were much more pronounced. Matt’s fingers started to probe through the bend, taking them into my colon. This is the wildest sensation. He told me to use some poppers, and once they had taken effect, he slid more of his hand through the bend and deep into my bowels. Once there, the smallest movements of his sent seismic vibrations through me. Looking down, I could see a bump in my stomach, showing where his hand was. It felt amazing and was so stimulating to know that my ass was completely receptive to his hand. Now, he began to remove his hand. He took his time, twisting and flexing on the way out so that I would always know exactly where his hand was in my ass. When he got to the widest part of his hand, he quickly withdrew it from my ass, leaving me empty and wanting more. Now, he picked up a shard to shove in my ass. On top of the recent slam, this would send me soaring. He used four fingers from his hand to slide the shard into my ass. I felt the familiar burn as it started to melt and work its way into my bloodstream. Once I was bumped, Matt walked over to the bed and picked up his phone again, checking the apps to see what was happening.

It was a beautiful clear sunny morning before the heat set in and I was cruising down the highway headed to charge my car at the supercharger nearby. My car was loaded with canoe and camping gear to meet up with my straight buddies for a long weekend of wilderness camping. He was standing in the shade on the other side of the road with his pack on his back trying to hitch a ride in the other direction. I didn't pay much attention other than those details. A half hour later as I returned he was still there. Except now he was sitting on the gravel, his pack at his side. His thumb was out but the energy wasn't there as if he'd given up hope. I noticed he was wearing flip flops, short cut off blue jeans and a loose fitting white tee shirt . He had long curly shiny black hair, maybe braided and a full medium length black beard. As I drove past and on down the road I wondered what his story might be. I had noticed this return and increase it hitch hikers with our current hard economic times. At the next intersection it was almost as if my car put on it's own turn signal. I had soon maneuvered a 180 degree turn and was headed back to pass him once more. I slowed enough to notice he had a pleasant handsome face. At the next safe opportunity I again maneuvered a 180 turn and quickly covered the distance to pull off and offer him a ride. "Where are you headed?" "Halifax. Back home" He sheepishly smiled. This was not in my direction at all, but I didn't let on. "I'm not going that far, but I'm headed that way. Hop in if you like. " We were soon back on the road and I turned off the radio. He seemed very relaxed and talked freely. His first live in girlfriend had just kicked him out. He understood why, he'd been cheating on her from day one. He just couldn't help himself. He wondered if as a man I could understand. I shrugged 'sure ' not revealing more about my sexual orientation. Conversation continued easily, and the miles rolled by, and a couple hours had passed with me going way out of my way. I decided to take a convenience store stop and text my buddies that I'd changed my plans, I wouldn't be joining them. In my minds eye I'd take this pleasant young man a decent way along his route and find another place to back country canoe and camp solo. The heat of the day had set in and my young passenger was shirtless leaning against the hood of my car on my return. He moved to pull the tee shirt over his head when I offered. "Fuck man it's hot. Just leave that off, I'll put towels on the seats. We'll be more comfortable. " I'd removed my shirt as I spoke. I snuck glances as we returned to the highway. He was no gym bunny but a slim nicely developed young 20 something. He had a light tan and early sprout of hair at the center of his chest. This developed into a wonderful treasure trove trailing into his cutoffs. As usual I was commando and I started to chub up. If he noticed he didn't let on, especially as I subtlety tried to adjust my growing hard on. Our ongoing casual chat relaxed into an easy banter before he seemed to get a little more serious and asked if I minded if he asked some personal questions. I wondered to myself where this might be headed but casually responded, "Sure, I'm an open book." He tentatively inquired; "You're gay aren't you?" I easily laughed, "Yes. Why do you ask? Do you have questions.?" "Actually, I do." "Ask away young man. Like I said I'm an open book. " "Have you ever cheated on your partner?" Then he blurted, "Fuck that was rude, I didn't even ask if you have a partner ... sorry. " "No worries, " I assured. "I've had a couple over the years. And fuck yeah, I cheated on them. Just like they cheated on me. Then we got smarter and just opened up our relationships. " "You mean you allowed each other to have sex with other guys?" He was a bit startled. "Why not, sex is great. Why not just enjoy it wherever and with whoever it happens. " I assured. "Then it's true?" He queried "What’s true?" I questioned "That you fags are all promiscuous? Fuck sorry, rude again." He apologized. "Sticks and stones, you can't hurt me with words ... besides I'm often a flaming fag, and damn proud of it. But actually we aren't all promiscuous as you ask. Some are quite monogamous, even more so than some straight people. That's just not my crowd. Well I do have some friends like that, we just don't judge each other's choices. " "Then do you have a partner, boyfriend?" He wondered. "Not currently. " ""So are you .... what's the word .... celebrity?" His question continued. "Fuck no man. I've got a guys load in my ass as we speak. He came by to breed me this morning before I set out." I blurted this without thinking. "So you take cock up the ass? Sorry I shouldn't be so blunt. " Again his question followed by an apology. "I told you, ask away ... I'm an open book. " "Really?" "Absofuckinlutely. I'm enjoying this. At the risk of embarrassing you all this sex talk is getting me hard. " I adjusted my hard on and the head popped out above my belt line. "Fuck. My turn to apologize. " "Holy fuck man! I'm not gay but that looks huge. Can I see the rest of it? I'm really not gay. " He sputtered. "You're a guy, guys look at guys cocks. " I had already freed my 8 inch, thick erection. His eyes bulged. "You can touch it if you want. Touching doesn't make you gay. " I assured. He tentatively reached across with his pointing finger. 'Fuck man, it won't bite. Grab hold. " Slowly his fingers wrapped around and his grasp tightened. "Fuck man, that feels good." I offered He had a tentative smile, "Yeah " "Oh yeah. " I gently moaned. A drop of precum emerged at my slit. I caught it with a finger and put it to my lips. "It's true, you guys eat that fuckin shit!" He blurted. Non-pulsed I responded, "Many of us don't waste it. What are you trying to tell me? You're so straight you haven't even been curious ... haven't tasted your own cum?" Sheepishly; "I thought that would make me gay. " I thought I noticed him wiggling his ass uncomfortable and watching my face to see if I was watching his hands. I was pretty sure he needed to adjust his cock, I took a chance with my hunch. "Why don't you show me your's? I'm pretty sure with this sex talk and my hardon hanging out you've gone hard. It doesn't make you gay ... just a healthy guy." "Fuck, does it show" He wondered with embarrassment. ""Don't worry. We're just two sexually healthy guys with raging hard ons, nothing more natural than that. " I assured. "You sure you don't mind?" "I'll mind if I don't at least get a look. " "Really?" "Really " "OK, Don't touch. " and he proudly fished out a nice 7" hard on and began stocking. "Very nice." I praised He grew more confident and stroked harder. A drop of precum emerged at the slit. He looked in my eyes and with his and led my eyes back to the precum. The look in his eyes was questioning. When I didn't know what he was getting at he spoke up, "Aren't you going to taste mine?" He was almost pleading. "I thought you told me not to touch?" I was confused. "A little won't hurt, here. " He captured the drop which was starting to flow and put his finger in my mouth. "Mmmmm, I'd like more from where that came from" I admitted. "Really." Which sounded less like a question and more like an invitation. "Have you ever had a guy suck you off?" I questioned. "No, but if you did it wouldn't make me gay right?" "Right. I see a woods up ahead, do you want me to stop and suck you off behind a tree?" "You won't tell anyone will you?" "No one else needs to know. " "Do it, do me, suck me off. " There was a small lane for me to stop in. We didn't take time to find a tree. Using the car as a visual shield I took his beautiful cock deep in my mouth and he was soon moaning like a bitch in heat and spewing his sweat straight load down my more than willing throat. . To be continued

Glad to read that, nor am i. me eiither. Skin color or family origin are not on my criteria list of potential presidential candidates. Personally, i don't think they should be for anyone. Political agenda, character, intelligence seem a lot more relevant to me.

Thank you for correctly stating this. But I'm NOT voting for her just because her paternal grandmother was a black Jamaican.

Let's see how she actually does. There are just too many other variables between now and 2028; so no point in speculation at this point. Yes indeed if she does a good job, if we're not at war, if we haven't had another pandemic, etc.... Yeah she might go for a second term. She is clearly a thoughtful person; I have no concerns. Obviously there will be politics, because us humans are just too fukken stupid to not go there. We're hiring her to do a job, not to become queen. I hope she wins, not only for our own sakes; but it's been way too long not having a female president; and a person of color shouldn't be our WHY they should be president; but I am damn glad we have already and that our leadership continues to reflect our under represented part of our society.

my pickiness is directly proportional to my horniness. the thirstier i get the lower my standards drop😜 it's also influenced by reputation. out w friends, anyone chattin me up is held to a much higher standard. alone in a cruising area, ill spread em for just about anyone 😜

It all started so innocently - well, as innocently as an exchange on BBRT can. I was perusing all the guys in my small state when I came across someone I hadn't noticed before. He was a vers top, and one of his pics showed an impressive Prince Albert - a heavy gauge loop that looked like it could do some damage while feeling amazing at the same time. It hung from a pretty impressive cock, too. Hard it looked to be about 7 inches and fairly thick. Scanning through his profile I could see he was a chubby guy with a big scruffy beard. And his status read Undetectable. Naturally, being the slut I am, I reached out. It didn't take long for him to respond, and we struck up a conversation. He loves chubs like me so was immediately interested. We chatted back and forth a bit, and then he asked, "You know I'm poz, right?" "I noticed," was my reply. For a moment I wondered why he would point it out when it was clear on his profile, but then the 'what if' occurred to me. "Detectable?" I asked. "Yup," he replied. "VL is 850,000" I had no way to tell if he was being truthful or not. Maybe he was just seeing if he could scare me off. If that was in fact the case, it had quite the opposite effect. My cock got rock hard as I read his note, and I told him so. "Good pig 😈," was his response. That was all I needed. I was hooked. I gave him my number so we could continue texting. As soon as he had it, my phone dinged - it was a chest photo more recent than the one on his profile, showing a huge red-and-black biohazard tattoo above his right nipple. Now I was double hooked! As anyone who has read my other writings will tell you, I've been chasing, but not really chasing, the bug for years. I am an avowed bareback-only bottom and a passionate cum dump. Since I took my first raw cock more than 15 years ago, I have known that one day it would result in a positive test result. I made my peace with that long ago, which has allowed me to maintain the slut lifestyle I so enjoy. The only surprise to me, honestly, is the fact that in 15 years and hundreds and hundreds of loads, the only thing I ever picked up was a case of syph, years ago - which cleared with a single penicillin treatment. Now, here was a guy offering to knowingly give me his strain, to give me his gift and start me on the next stage of my journey. The only thing that might make things difficult for us was distance. We lived at opposite ends of a state with lots of traffic and no direct east-west route from him to me. Still, he was willing to travel. He told me weekdays were best - they are for me too - and that he would drive to a motel I designated. And what's more, he would bring a mask so he could record my pozzing and post it on his Twitter - something I've always fantasized about. And it kept getting better. We started talking less than a week before a cum dump session I had scheduled for myself at a local motel, so I already had plans to be ass-up and taking loads. "Why don't you come at the end of my event?" I said to him. "You can eat the other loads out of my hole and replace them with your toxic load." "😈" was all he replied. And so it was that at a cum dump session last week, I received his poz load for the first time. I kept myself in a popper haze the entire time as cock after cock slid inside my hole and filled me with cum. I lost count of how many guys had used me over the course of the 4 hours I hosted, and for once I didn't care. My mind was fixated the entire time on what was to come after everyone else left. The flow of anonymous tops slowly ebbed as the end time approached. With about 15 minutes left to go, I heard the door open. "Don't turn around, pig," came a voice, and I knew it was him. I was ass-up on the bed, so I kept my eyes focused on the headboard. He placed a blindfold over my eyes, then slid a ski mask over my head. I heard the door lock. "Event's over. Time for me to ruin your life." My cock, which normally remains soft throughout a cum dump session even when guys pay attention to it, grew instantly hard. He wouldn't be ruining my life, he would be enhancing it while at the same time bringing it to its inevitable, eventual conclusion. I longed for the freedom both would provide. He grew quiet, then I heard the telltale signs of clothes being shed. There were a couple of faint clunks from the dresser behind me and the table to my left, and I guessed that he was setting up camera equipment to capture the last moments of my life as an HIV-negative bottom, and my rebirth into the poz brotherhood. At last I felt his hands on my ass. He caressed it, and in my mind's eye I pictured him admiring this big, round ass that he was about to defile. Or maybe he was appreciating the amount of cum running down my balls and soaking the sheet. I gave a little push, and felt more cum slip out and run down my balls to join the rest. "Mmmmmm," I heard him mutter. Then his tongue was on my hole. He spread my cheeks as widely apart as he could as he licked and slurped and sucked at my pucker. After what felt like an eternity, but was probably no more than five minutes, he stood up behind me. "There," he announced. "All clean. You ready for my poz load, pig?" I didn't think it was possible for my cock to get any harder, yet somehow it did. It felt as though I could penetrate a steel plate. I had never in my life been that hard. "Yesssss," I hissed plaintively. "Poz me, pleeeeease!" Without another word, he slid his cock balls-deep into my hole in one fluid motion. He was on the thicker side, and I felt him stretch my hole as he entered. But I didn't feel his PA. Seemingly sensing my thoughts, he said, "I left out the piercing for the first round. Don't worry, once my poz babies are inside you I'll put it in so I can tear you up as I give you a second load." I melted blissfully into the bed as he grabbed my hips and began to rhythmically slide back and forth, in and out, savoring my hole as he prepared to change my life forever. It sounds a little strange, but in that moment I felt at home, like I was doing what I had always been meant to do, like I was fulfilling my destiny. His cock was just long enough to massage my prostate in the best possible way, and the precum streamed from my cock and collected on the bed with the leftover cum from the past four hours. Between the popper fog and the sensations emanating from my insides and the sheer realization of what I was doing, I was truly in hog heaven. Before long his pace began to quicken, and as he fucked me harder and faster my prostate responded. For the first time in my life, I felt an orgasm already building as he grabbed my hips extra-hard and began pounding me relentlessly. "You want this poz load, pig?" he asked loudly. "Yes, please!" I cried in response. "Please poz me!" "Here it comes, pig," he growled. "You're never gonna be the same again." That was all I needed. The pressure that had been building inside me exploded, and my cock shot a huge load onto the bed as I felt him pumping his poz load deep inside me. He held still for a moment as the pulses subsided, then released my hips. Spent, I collapsed onto the bed, a sweaty, panting, and very content mess. "You're not done," he said matter-of-factly. He turned my head and I felt the tip of his cock press against my lips. I eagerly sucked his cock clean. He left me laying on the bed as he turned off the cameras. "That's gonna make for a great post," he said. "All my followers are going to love watching you become a little poz piggy." I was still trying to compose myself, so I said nothing in response. He let me lie there a while as he puttered around the room. At one point I heard the rustle of fabric, then a short time later a metallic 'click'. He climbed on the bed, straddling my legs, and began kissing my ass cheeks. Slowly he worked his way up my back, sending little electric shocks down my spine. He continued to move up my body toward my head, until I felt a cold sensation against my well-used hole. As promised, he had put in his PA. By now I was so gaped that he slipped in easily. I was amazed at how hard his cock was so quickly after he had cum. "Now, to make sure it takes," he grunted. He grabbed my shoulders and locked his ankles with mine, pressing me into the bed as he began his assault. My hole exploded in a burning pain as he began to work his shaft in and out. I struggled, trying to shift my body toward the headboard to lessen the pressure, but he held me firmly. He never missed a beat as he pumped his cock in and out, tearing up my hole to let his poz babies do their work. "Mmmmm, fuck," he moaned in my ear. "This hole feels soooo good, pig." I grunted in pain but did not reply, which seemed to spur him on. He began pumping more quickly, slamming his hips into my ass and pressing me into the bed. "Here it comes, pig," he hissed. "If the first one didn't take, this one sure will." With that, I felt the telltale pulses of his cock against my sphincter as he dumped a second toxic load deep into my guts. He collapsed on my back, spent from the effort. He lay there for a few minutes as his cock deflated inside me, then got up. "Don't move," he instructed me. "I didn't video that one, but I gotta get some pics of that hole." I remained still as I heard a number of clicks from his phone, each of my destroyed and now pozzed ass. Then he dressed, and as he took the mask and blindfold off my head he instructed me to continue staring at the headboard. The room door opened and the sounds of the street outside flooded in for a moment until the latch clicked shut once more. I looked around and confirmed that he had indeed left. I made the decision to stay a while longer and rest. My ass still felt like it was on fire, but I reveled in the knowledge that it meant I had fulfilled my destiny. After all, "No pain, no gain!" Finally the time came for me to head home. Tomorrow was a work day, after all. But much more than that, it was also the first day of the rest of my life, and I couldn't wait to get it started. I was at work the next day when I received a text from my gifter with a series of web links all pointing to Twitter. I bolted for the bathroom and locked myself in a stall so I could see what he sent me. I clicked each link in succession and watched in rapt fascination as my pozzing unfolded for all the world to see, just as I had always fantasized. My cock grew instantly hard and I was so turned on that I had to jack off then and there. I put my earbuds in so I could listen to the audio, then watched the last video in the series again as I stroked my cock. As I got to the moment when I begged for his poz cum I shot a huge load and a couple of drops hit the back of the stall door. A couple of drops of my poz cum. The thought sent shivers down my spine. By now the drops of cum had formed streaks down the back of the door, and one had even dripped onto the floor. I cleaned up and pushed the door open, leaving my seed behind for the next guy. Who knows? Maybe there was a toilet pig in the office who would enjoy a treat. As I went back to my desk, my phone buzzed again. It was my gifter. "We're doing that again tomorrow," he said, "and as often as we can until you test positive." He didn't have to tell me twice! I was still so turned on that I went back to the bathroom to rub out another one. I chose a different stall this time. Hey, maybe there are two toilet pigs in the office.

Here's some info on Kamal Harris for those wanting to round out their knowledge of her. i'm really liking the way she is comporting herself... it's so nice to see someone running for the office with a quick wit. And background in the political arena. i like that she is not a complete outsider, but brings minority perspectives as a woman, black and Indian American. Really feeling positive about a presidential candidate that have not felt in years. [think before following links] https://www.britannica.com/biography/Kamala-Harris

First load Going outside about noon, my neighbors dad was cutting the grass. We’ve played and he’s cum down my throat three time since I first sucked him off in April. I go over to his garage because I knew nobody was home, and he gets excited. He is a sweaty white shirts and basketball shorts. We have quick small talk and then he closes the garage door and says wife took the kids out. My dick is so hard in my Jean shorts and he grabs my head and pushes my nose into his crotch and the smell of his body is making my hole wink. I get on my knees and unbuckle my shorts I’m not wearing underwear. He’s still soft but you can see the outline of his meat. I pull down his shorts and boxers and i remember I loved sniffing on his foreskin which by now has started retracting and I get a good woof. His large balls are sweaty stuck to the sides of his legs. I put his flaccid 4.5 inches into my mouth and for the next 10 mins worship his cock. He starts face fucking me half way through and forcing himself deeper and deeper down my throat. My eyes are watering and I’m trying so hard not to gag his nuts are slapping me on the chin. The whole time I’ve been slowly lowering my shorts to get him to notice my ass. And sure enough as I start to taste all the precum I feel his finger exploring my hole. His cock head is so large I can feel his throbbing dick in my throat. He has me moaning as he goes from two fingers to three and I’m not expecting him life me up and put me on his work bench. Laying on my back he spits on my hole and says he hasn’t cum all week his cock is a little shorter than 7 inches but has a huge wet cock head I’m gasping for air and my cock is leaking like a faucet as he stretches my hole open his eyes are rolling back and I’m slowing being penetrated. He starts moaning and in less than 5 mins. I lost track of time when he was balls deep inside me. We were barebacking and I take all the cum he can shot as he grunts he lets out a body shaking orgasm. I pull my pants up and get out of there but I’m so turned on I head over to my buddies house. Second and Third loads He text me that he’s home and we can chill in his room. When I arrive I realize his cousin is visiting and kinda play it cool. We chat and horse around and then he starts talking about all the times we would go hiking. I’m starting to turn red because on those hikes. Would make me make me suck his cock. But he is telling the story us getting caught in the rain and we striped down to our underwear’s to keep our close dry in our back packs. We are under the tree and I get a bonner and he openly says that he compared my dick to his cock. He tell his cousin to show me his cock. He pull his cock out with out flinching and says here suck it. I’m blushing but I oblige. Comparatively he got a small cock head but a nice thick base and I start going down on him as my buddy whips his cock and tells me to make both of them hard. I’m getting turned on by this point and now I find myself deep throating two uncut cocks. My buddy says that he told his cousin he could probably fuck me if he wanted to. I look over at him and he nodding. As my mouth is still occupied with opening wide enough for his cousin’s thick cock my buddy gets impatient and pulls my shirts down and surprised I was free balling. He fingers me and realizes I came over to get fucked. And his plunges his cock as deep as he can. Hes pounding me and an slowly manages to go balls deep. I’m moving like a little bitch as I’m getting my throat fucked and hole filled. I think it’s too much for his little cousin because he pulls out fast so he doesn’t cum my mouth gets a break and my buddy tells me to ride him. He get on the couch and I saddle him. Big cock head pushes in and slide down his 6 inch cock as he pulls me close to him lays down on the couch, calls his cousin over and tells him to stick it in a before I can react I feel his little cock head push its way in and pry my hole, doesn’t really. The feeling of double penetration is really painful but I’m pushing out as hard as I and relax as I can hear them moaning. I want cum so hard but it’s like switching back and forth from wanting to pee and wanting to cum it’s so intense and I just let them fuck the shit out of me. Then the most amazing feeling comes over me as I start to feel one of them cumming which makes the other cock start cumming as well I’ve never felt such an amazing feeling as two guy cocks throbbing simultaneously as they are cumming uncontrollably inside you the fun is soon over and I’m cum farting to no end. I thanks them and his cousin says that I have an amazing hole. Last three loads II go home and lay on my bed having been stretched beyond my limits. I’m craving cum at this point and make my way to the park to press my luck. I go to a secluded bench start sniffing my buddies underwear I took before I left. A good 45 mins goes by and I’m doubting any action. I hear a guy and then I sit up and see if he looking. He get closer but walking slow and I wait. He is middle aged slightly tall and average body. Then it happens flashes me. I could kinda it but he quickly shoves it down my throat. And I’m gaging. He’s got a pretty big cut cock and he moaning I tell him to sit as I go down on him. And when he’s rock hard I ask if I can ride his dick. He looks around and then feels my hole immediately agrees so now I’m hopefully about to take my fourth load, when we see a mother person walking toward us and we both freeze I’m so glad his thick enough to fill me hole because I know all that cum inside me wanted to cum out. But to our surprise he is also cursing and soon I’m sucking on his soft musky dick. He’s really thick but not that long. It’s not long before the tall guy says he’s gonna cum and I take his load. He off him and I could feel cum dripping down my inner thigh. This makes thick cock guy ask if we were fucking raw, and I laugh a little and say yes, he lifts my legs in the air and my taking his dick and muffling my moans in my buddies underwear. I could he another guy coming and thick dick says he came with his friend. He tells him he’s close to coming and then I feel his dick twitching and I’m squeezing my hole as tight as I can. He pulls out and hands my legs over to his friend who is already hard and just shoves his cock in me deep it feels so good and before I know it I hear him say I’m gonna cum, I’m gonna cum. I what took all day get three loads happened in less then 10 mins at the park. The guy pulls out and I pull up my shorts and head to my car feeling stretched and full of loads. I get him and little tired lay down and keep fingering my raw hole and taking how it feels for cumdumps to take a much of loads while getting fucked in a sling. I skip the shower and lay in bed in my underwear so what ever cum leaks out while I sleep will just leave cum stains in them. I fall asleep on a Thursday night with all of the 6 guys loads still inside me.

Well said. Sometimes a business-owner has to do a bit of legwork to find the "right" person for whatever position he's offering, but if it comes down to two "finalists", two people that can reasonably be expected to perform well, the job should go to an underrepresented/underprivileged person. That was my practice for many years, and I never had so much as one reason to regret it. Talk is cheap; it's what we do that counts. The "problem" employees were always the ones that felt they were "entitled" to more than their work-product allowed.

Never that! Never vote, hire, promote ... someone only for the fact they belong to [random underrepresented group] it would be the other side of discrimination (NOT vote/hire/etc... for the same reasons). If Harris shows to have good political agenda and, overall, gets enough votes, she'll be president. I could tell you about many many women voting for "the first woman prime-minister" and the disaster she's making around... I say nothing else.

Drew ran a website promoting Christian values. Amongst those sections most perused was on the issue of homosexuality. There was one contributer in particular, called Bruce, who frequently attacked the traditional line and admitted to being a practising and prolific gay man. Over the time he'd been contributing to the forum, Drew felt he was slowly wearing Bruce down. Bruce was online again and was more forthright than normal with comments like “how do you know unless you've tried it” and so on. But Drew wasn't able to stay long chatting to him as he had to go out to get some tickets for the Edinburgh Festival “Oh, that's a shame”, said Bruce, “so you're an Edinburgh resident like me?” and Bruce slyly thought of a devilish plan to trap Drew. “I live in the city maybe you could come over to discuss matters further in person?” Drew naively agreed to his proposition and then headed out to get his tickets. Drew arrived at Bruce's studio flat at the appointed time to discuss matters with him for the next hour. Bruce was partially erect in anticipation of what he had planned to do to dupe Drew into full blown intercourse with him. It didn't show, however, he didn't want to put Drew off before his plan was fully implemented. Bruce welcomed him in to his den. After some pleasantries, Drew and Bruce began debating over some coffee. Again, Bruce maintained you can't criticise unless you've tried it. Drew countered with examples of acts that shouldn't be done come what may. So the debating continued with Drew's coffee getting cold. Drew pointed out the dangers of promiscuous sex: “think of the diseases you can catch!” Bruce heartily agreed with that statement. Drew once again thought he was getting somewhere with him. He wondered if he could replace this half drunk cup of now cold coffee with a fresh one. Bruce offered to do a proper filter coffee for him. He was now ready to enact his plan. He percolated a full jug of coffee, far too much for the two of them. He depressed the plunger. Drew was surprised that Bruce didn't have one of the new coffee-makers. But Bruce replied how he loved plunging. When Drew was not looking Bruce unscrewed the top of the filter jug sufficiently that when it was poured it was bound to let all the contents spill out. He brought the coffee and milk jugs over and offered to pour some fresh coffee for Drew. Indeed as he did so, the top came off and plenty of coffee spilled over Drew's lap and top. Bruce apologised profusely and urgently suggested Drew took his clothes off so he could wash the coffee out on a quick wash before it stained and then he encouraged him to take a quick shower whilst they were being washed. Drew concurred and rushed into the shower, stripping off all his clothes, including his wet boxers and leaving them by the shower-room door. Drew discovered the lock wasn't working, to which Bruce apologised again that he hadn't got round to fixing it. Which wasn't true he had “fixed” it shortly before Drew's arrival. After grabbing Drew's clothes and flinging them in the washing machine, he stripped and put his own clothes in there too, He grabbed a fresh, clean towel and headed back into the shower-room. “I've brought you a fresh towel” he said and Drew thanked him. Drew was now standing in a small bathtub in the section designed for a power shower and was enjoying the invigorating spurt of the water on him, Bruce was enjoying the view of his firm buttocks and was thinking of giving him his own invigorating spurt. He stepped into the tub and gave Drew a stinging slap on his inviting cheeks. Drew said in horror “What are you doing, get out of here!” He feared to turn round which would expose himself further to Bruce's gaze. But that only gave Bruce the time to squirt cleaning lotion on his hands ready to insert a finger up Drew's bottom. “Get off! Stop that now! Get out!” Drew responded in a feeble and shocked manner to what Bruce was doing to him. Drew felt Bruce's oily fingers sliding between the cheeks of his arse into his virginal rectum. "Stop please," Drew gasped. "I'm not gay. I'm straight. Please stop doing this." His long thin fingers were probing Drew's bottom now with a purposeful urgency. He continued as Drew felt two, three, then four fingers plunging in and out of him. What happened next shocked Drew even more, he felt his cock begin to stiffen and rise. He tried to will it down. But the feeling of those fingers in his bottom and the idea of being played with like this was turning him on. Drew began breathing harder, his cock was now rock hard and pointing upwards. "Oh God!" Drew gasped. His untouched cock began spitting out long ropes of cum. He had never cum like this ever before in his life. His cock began twitching with the final spasms. He could feel Bruce as his fingers wiggled inside his prostate to coax the last drops of spunk from Drew's aching balls. “You've just cum, now it's my turn!” Bruce exclaimed as he squirted lotion on his thick shaft and forcefully entered Drew from behind.” Drew screamed in pain and horror. “Please stop! No, no, no” was his refrain as Bruce kept slamming his cock further and further inside him.” “I do love to plunge” Bruce commented as he further violated Drew's innards. “No, No, No” Drew was continuing to say with every plunge. But again, Drew found his attitude changing and after about a minute of this pounding, he found himself aroused by this deep fucking and he started to cry out “Yes, yes, yes!” As Drew started to enjoy this thrusting more and more, he confessed to Bruce “You are right I shouldn't have criticised until I'd tried it myself.” That was all the trigger Bruce needed to go for broke, fucking Drew raw harder and faster. As he pumped his toxic seed deep within Drew's insides, Bruce too confessed “Yes, and you were right about the diseases you can catch!”

What ever the top wants, best position for them to go deep and load me. As sometimes depends on their cock size, experience, shape if curved etc

A previous bf and I did it a lot. He’d have some friends over, they’d sit down in the living and I was told to get naked and they would have their fun. Or we would be out and he would leave for a moment and come back with some random guy to fuck me in a toilet and plug me up afterwards. He really loved it when I had a load in me when we had sex, so his goal was always getting me loaded before he would fuck me.

There are always two options with Trump voters. The stupid ones, there’s nothing to forgive, and you hope they’re pretty, at least. The evil ones can fuck themselves. They have enough brain power and choose to starve children and lock babies in cages and destroy the economy to satisfy their hate. Fuck. Them. Fortunately, with my family, I’ve known them our whole lives, and most of them are barely bright enough to have a favorite beer.

well put. yes, best fucks are no lube - a heavily rimmed hole to the point it's been eaten open, a pre-cum-leaking cock or shared arse juice via a top's cock.

I had to travel to South Florida last week ahead of my husband’s arrival; he was finishing a work product when I excepted a consulting job out of the blue. The original plan was he would stay behind, finish his current gig, and join me Friday night or Saturday morning at the latest. CrowdStrike intervened and his planned flight to meet me was not only canceled he couldn’t get out until Sunday afternoon. Finding myself alone in South Beach I was a total slut the entire time until he finally arrived late last night. By the time he got in I had given 14 raw loads and I had taken six over those few days. In my defense, I didn’t know most of the guys names; both the top and the bottoms. Most. My ass was full of two strangers’ loads when he got in last night. My argument is that it made it easier for him to shove his huge cock in me; I was just being considerate right? I enjoyed the taste of him and the other guys on his dick when he was done unloading and I was cleaning him off. At least one of the other guy’s cum was unusually strong-tasting My last load? Both giving and taking were with him this morning as I left for my gig and he left to the pool. I spent the day with my ass full of his cum; I wonder if he’s been slutting around with any of the other hotel guests all day while I was working.

As a cum dump, it's my job to take a Top's cock and his load however he want to deliver. I love taking it from behind, but I also LOVE watching a Top's face as he has a massive orgasm deep in my guts.

Why is a bottom having an amazing cock "misleading"? I don't, but I don't see why that's in any way "misleading". It sounds to me more like you're imposing expectations on someone you don't know and are then disappointed when they don't live up to whatever expectations you've placed on them.

Same here. Increasingly i just take what is offered esp If it’s just a cock pic sent. And I love being forced to take random cock with no say in it.

I agree everyone is allowed to "never forget". I would say that Mengele was several orders of magnitude worse than Thurmond, but you're also allowed to think otherwise. But again, this is, for all intents and purposes, a two-party system. If someone I know in a swing state were to vote third-party, and Trump won a second term because he carried that state, I would "never forget" that this person I know had a chance to help stop it, and deliberately chose not to. I would also "never forget" to remind that person EVERY FUCKING TIME he complained about something the administration was doing that he should shuck the absolute fuck up about it because he forfeited his right to complain by wasting his vote. For better or worse, however, Biden has chosen not to run. I'll be interested to see all the people who complained about Biden's age or the fact that he was friends with a centenarian racist to start telling me that they can't vote for Harris because she used to be an attorney general who didn't unlock all the prisons and let all the felons loose. I'm just sick of purists who have no interest in taking the steps we CAN take to make things better because they aren't happy with anything less than 100% of their demands. Your mileage may vary. Tax, title and license extra. Void where prohibited.

The thought of the top manhandling me and putting me in all kinds of positions drives me wild! The top is in control and I am his plaything!

In LA, and can travel or host near Culver City

the top can fuck me in any fucking position he wants .. and the longer the fuck - the more i like being moved around .. 😆

Not for me, any fuck is better when it involves multiple positions changes.

I live in an area of lots of Mexican and Central American immigrants due to all the agricultural activities here. We will all starve if these workers aren’t here doing that shitty kind of work that us Americans would not do. They’re all hard workers in my opinion. They give as much as they might take. Now, of course, in other locations the immigrants might not be as hardworking and strain the public welfare system. All I know is that around where I’m at they’re sexy men, fit, handsome, and I’ve had some hot sex with them. I speak Spanish so it’s pretty hot meeting up with these hard working studs, who just need to get off cause their gf or wives are back home in Mexico or wherever else. The hottest guys are Venezuelan. I’d hate for them to get mass deported. They’re such hot fuckers.

It all depends on my mood and how horny I am. Also if I’m being dominated and ordered to fuck someone. The more horny I get, the less picky I am as far as looks go. No matter how horny I am I won’t party and play or do something I think is too dangerous.

Definitely an unbreakable bond. Poz is for LIFE, even better with the right guy

Not sure how I can be picky face down and arse up. I take whatever gets put up my hole

Love missionary fucks: the eye contact, the chance to kiss and play with his chest/nipples and the smell of his pits - so hot. Then the reward of the look on his face as he unloads.

Sunday afternoon, i went out to a local bar with a back patio that you can get naked. Was joined by my husband and our visiting friend. Once I got my drink I headed out back to a covered alcove with wooden benches and tables on the patio of the bar. After I did a loop hubby ordered me to suck the cock of an average older daddy. He was early 50's average dadbod white gotee with a wedding ring and short salt and pepper hair. He was sitting on one of the tables easy access for me to bend over and suck his cock. It was average cut 6 inch never really got fully hard but was nice to suck on for a while until I got overheated and needed to take a break and get some AC. Went into the bar to finish my beer, after cooling off I went into the bathroom to piss. The bathroom is just a sink and an open toilet right next to it but it's big enough room to get 5 people in to fuck. As I stepped up to piss a cute daddybear was washing his hands. I gave him a compliment and he started to rub my butt which was exposed from the pants sag. My cock instantly got hard and soon enough we start making out. He was a cute older daddybear prolly mid50's hairy belly, white gotee and bald head about 5'9 240lbs perfectly shaped beefy fat bubba, he had a 6inch average cut cock with a huge mushroom head. After I nice Makeout session I got on my knees and started blowing him, he started to make noises like he was a bout to cum. So I stopped and stood up to give him a chance to slow down. After we made out for a while. I bent over in front of the mirror so I can watch him pound my hole. He was quick but did mange to fuck me hard for a little under 2 minutes before unloading what he said was a 3 day load into my hole. I thanked him and made my way out to the patio. A new daddy had arrived from when I was in the bathroom, he was standing and smoking a cigarette with his pants down sporting a 7 inch curved cock. I gave him a nod and he nodded back next thing I know I'm on my knees. This daddy was prolly early 60s short white hair, and two days gruff on his face. He had an average white man body and looked like he worked construction with jeans and boots on with gruff hands. The cock curve fit perfectly down my throat and after sucking him for a while he wanted to taste mine. So I stood up and let him get a taste of of my 7in cut cock as he bent over. He was mediocre at best and he would have never gotten me off with his mouth. But he did have a nice ass that I was I could have fucked. He came up for air and we started to kiss. His cock was rock hard so I bent over leaning on the fence and he proceeded to fuck me, went slow at first but started to really get into it once he realized I was opened up. He would speed up and slow down to keep from getting overheated. I think once I told him I had a load inside me already he really went to town and it wasn't long after that he blew his load in my hole. I needed another beer and to get more AC so to the bar I went. As I was getting ready to go back outside in walked a fuck buddy friend of mine. He is a short military daddy 50 5'7 200lbs Bald head, and no hair on his body :(, but has a thick 8inch thick cut cock that never goes soft and he loves fucking outside with people watching and he is also Poz. He gets a drink and heads to the bathroom where I join him. Intense making out leads to both of us naked taking turns sucking. His huge cock is fun to suck I take it down all the way and do so for a couple minutes. He picks me up and bends me over and proceeds to pound my hole hard as I'm bent over watching him in the mirror. When I begged him to load my ass up with his dirty load it needs charged up he lost control and gave me load 3 of the day. We continued to make out and before I knew it I was laying on the covered toilet with my legs in the air. I'm a big guy but I'm very flexible, he is the perfect height to fuck me there, as I grab his nipples. He gets into a nice rhythm until my husbear walks in and starts to make out with him from behind. Husbear orders him to pound my hole and breed it. I once again beg him to breed me and add your load to the two other random guys. That sent him over the edge and he pumped load number two with my husbear watching. We all got another beer and chatted, before my fuckbuddy said he wanted me to try and suck another load. We all go back out to the benches/tables, and got naked, husbear got occupied sucking our friend, and I was sucking my fuck daddy friend right next to him, before I know I've turn around and riding my friend. I did that for a while and ended up getting on my back on the table he starts really pounding my hole, at the same time a average 50s daddy with a colored black beard stuck his 5 inch cock in my face. Watching me getting spit roasted must have sent my friend over the edge as he blew load 3 inside me. He stayed in place and continued to fuck as beard daddy shot his load on my face. My husbear was once again behind my fuck daddy friend and encouraging him to give me number 4. Husbear started fingering his hole and making out with him. My friend picked up the pace and soon enough was loading me up again with another poz load. At that point my friend sat down on the bench and like any good cumdump I bent over and licked up the cum. At that point a bystander just decided to stick his cock in my hole. Didn't see who it was until after he bred my hole. But my husbear was encouraging him so I just went with it. It was a late 50s Latin guy wearing a hat average construction type, was a quick pump must have enjoyed the show cause 30 secs he was yelling out and breeding my hole. At this point my daddy friend was spent and started to get dressed. But I saw another fuck buddy that had shown up he watched and jerked off to the whole thing. My other fuck buddy was 62, 6'2 210lbs dad bod, the perfect busy salt and pepper brown stache and 5 inches, I walk over and pushes me to my knees. He was close cause shortly after I got it in my mouth he was blowing. Not bad for a Sunday afternoon.

Freshly fucked with his load still in me. He came over and we made small talk a bit while we both undressed. I've wanted this man for so long I immediately dropped to my knees sucking his already hard cock best I can for about 15 minutes. I led him to the bedroom and climbed ontop of him aiming his leaking cock at my lubed hole. Sliding all the way down. I stayed like that before riding him harder than I had ever ridden a dick in my life. All the while getting more and more verbal, telling him how long I've wanted him, how long I've wanted his cock inside me how much I've dreamt of him breeding me. After about 30 minutes of riding him he said time to breed my ass, bent me over shoved that incredible cock all the way and proceeded to fuck me rough and hard for another 15 minutes or so and without warning hearing him grunt and simultaneously feel his cock spasm and shoot volleys of cum inside me.

It time to drain the swamp. I stand with Kamala. I can’t let Trump or the Republican Party have their way.

Chapter 2 –Machine, Man, Machine Chapter 1 describes a birthday celebration with Matt. He and I have played together a lot, and he is giving me a special weekend session that he controls. He slammed me earlier, fucked me with a dildo, then his hand. Now, he’s added a booty bump to my ass and is waiting while it melts. I was on the sling, feeling the sweet burning of a melting shard deep in my ass. I could already feel some of the effects of the additional T but I had no idea how big this shard was, so it could be melting for a lot longer. Matt was working the apps, and seemed to have found someone interested in joining us. “This guy wants to come over, but it’ll be a while,” he said. “We’ve got all weekend”, I replied. “Yeah, but your ass is already opened up, and I want it to stay that way. I’ve got a few other guys I’m talking to, so I can’t give it the attention it needs.” “I could shove a dildo or butt plug up there,” I suggested. “Or, you could use the fuck machine,” Matt pondered. He went over to his rim chair and set up the fuck machine right under the seat. He picked out a nice-sized dildo, lubed it up, and attached it to the machine. Then, he helped me out of the sling and walked me over to the machine. I sat down on the rim seat and took the tip of the dildo into my ass. This toy was bigger than the knot dildo, but it was smooth all the way down. It would certainly stretch my opening when it got deep into my ass. We got the machine angled properly, and Matt turned it on. By now, the shard had dissolved completely, and I was feeling the effects of all the T. Matt placed a bottle of poppers near me but told me I could only use them when he told me to. The well-lubed dildo was driving deep into me, but I could rise a little on the rim seat to control the depth. Matt had it set to a relatively slow speed, and it felt good as it steadily fucked my needy ass. Matt went back to the bed and picked up his phone. I was sitting on the rim seat, taking the dildo in my ass and enjoying myself. “Poppers,” Matt commanded. I obligingly picked up the brown bottle and took two deep hits. I recapped it and put it down. When they hit, I sunk all the way down on the rim seat, letting the dildo go deeper into my ass. At the same time, Matt used the wireless controller to increase the speed of the machine, so I was now getting fucked faster and deeper than before. It felt amazing, and I started to push my ass even further down on the dildo as it rose into me. “Again”, growled Matt. I knew that he meant more poppers, and I knew that meant that I was going to go wild on the dildo. Two more deep hits, and I was in heat. The glowing purple poppers eye was all that I could see, and I reached down to spread my ass even more as the machine pumped the toy into my ass. At one point, I lifted my feet off the floor so that the dildo could go even deeper, but it was hard to stay stable that way. But the dildo was pummeling my ass, and I was determined to ride it long and hard. “OK, pig. That dildo needs more lube”, said Matt. He came over to the rim seat, stopped the fuck machine, and had me get up. I just leaned forward so that he could apply more lube to the dildo so my ass was exposed. Matt put some lube on the toy and then shoved a few fingers in my ass. “Yeah, this hole is getting ready for a lot of action”, he said. Then, he put one hand on my shoulder and used the other to stabilize the dildo. He lowered me onto the toy and started it up again. This time, I made sure that my ass was as far down in the rim seat as it could be so that I could take as much of the dildo in me as possible. Matt had me do more poppers before he walked away. He told me that he was going to the kitchen and would be back. But, before he left, he pointed out the camera that was aimed at my ass, telling me that he’d know if I got off the dildo at any point. I think he knew I had no desire to stop, but the thrill of being in control and knowing that he was watching turned him on. “Poppers,” demanded Matt as he walked out the door. I took two snorts again and went into the poppers haze, with all my focus on the activity in my ass. When I came out of it, I was leaning up against that wall behind the rim seat with my legs in the air, letting my ass sink down even more as the toy mercilessly pounded my ass. I sat that way for a while, letting the dildo deep into my ass. This toy was quite thick, so it was also stretching out my hole. Hopefully, there would be a lot more things going in it so I wanted the access to be as easy as possible. While Matt was away, he increased the speed of the fuck machine again. At this point, it was really giving my ass a workout. I did some more poppers again and spread my ass wide, letting the fuck machine plumb my deepest areas. When I came down from the poppers, I realized that Matt was back in the room, watching me. He had two glasses in his hands, and he handed me one and said, “Drink this.” I knew that there was some G in the drink and happily swallowed it down. I didn’t need the G to make me any more relaxed or piggy, but I was up for anything. Matt let the machine fuck me some more, giving the G time to take effect. I started to feel like all that mattered was getting my ass filled and stretched in any way possible. My hole was well lubricated by the dildo, and I was now stretching it open even more by sticking a few fingers from each hand in alongside the dildo. Matt was clearly liking what he was seeing and was varying the speed of the dildo from his remote. Matt’s phone pinged with a message, and he left the room after reading it. He had left the fuck machine on at a pretty high speed, and I was riding the wave of sensation in my ass when he returned with another guy. The new guy was named Brett. He was naked except for a cock ring that attached to a harness around his chest. He was handsome, looked to be in his 40s, and had a smooth, well-defined chest and a nice hefty cock. His cock was surrounded by a nice bush, and his balls were hanging low. Brett watched me for a while, so I decided to put on a show for him. I leaned back against the wall and lifted my legs again so that he could see the dildo plundering my ass. I spread my ass open with my hands and used my fingers to stroke alongside the dildo. Based on Brett’s cock’s reaction, he liked what he was seeing. He walked over and checked out my hole, running his fingers along the perimeter while the dildo was still fucking me. “Oh yeah, this will be fun,” he commented. Matt and Brett decided to blow some clouds while I was getting plowed. They were doing some shotgunning, too, and shared some with me. Between the slam, the booty bump, the G, and the poppers, I was up for anything. Once they were feeling good, Brett walked over to me again. His cock was leaking some precum, so I leaned forward to take him into my mouth. This put my ass at a totally new angle and let the dildo probe new areas. I groaned as I sucked in his cock. I licked and sucked him for a while until he said that he wanted to fist me. Brett handed the remote to Matt so that he could control the machine while Brett lubed up his hands. When he was ready, he told Matt to stop the machine so that we could remove the dildo. I thought he wanted me in the sling, so I moved to get up. “Nope. Stay where you are,” ordered Brett. Then, Matt moved the fuck machine out of the way, and Brett laid down on the floor, putting his hand in the air under the rim seat. “Ride my arm,” directed Brett. I was happy to obey. I lowered my ass onto his waiting hand. He had it in the duck position but had switched over to a fist. His hand was bigger than either of Matt’s, but my open ass was ready for anything. As I slid down, he twisted his fist around inside me. I kept going down, taking as much of his arm as I could. Once I bottomed out, he told me to fuck myself on his arm. I raised my ass up, and then lowered it down again. Each time that I went down on his arm, I pushed out so that I could take more of him in me. His hand felt amazing inside me. There’s always something special about taking a fist from a new guy. I looked down at Brett, and he was clearly enjoying himself too. When I was fully impaled on Brett’s arm, Matt put his hand on my shoulder to hold me in place. With his other hand, he placed the poppers under my nose. I closed the other nostril and took three deep hits. I knew things would get wild when they hit, so I grabbed the bars on either side of the rim chair and started to ride Brett’s arm. Now, I was twisting and moving around as I slid up and down on his hand. He was getting deep inside me on each down stroke, and I was letting his fist leave my ass on the up stroke. This meant that he entered my ass again and again as I was enjoying the flush from the poppers. Coupled with the T and G, my ass was needy beyond belief. I looked down and saw that a lot of fluid had leaked out of my cock. I didn’t know if I had an orgasm or if this was just a lot of precum, but it was exciting either way. The liquid was dripping through my jock and forming a puddle on the floor. Matt fed me some more poppers as I was coming down from the initial rush. Damn, my ass felt astounding! I was taking a new guy’s fist and was totally focused on the sensations inside my hole. I rode Brett for all I was worth. Eventually, I slowed down and finally just sat on his fist, lodging it deep inside me. Brett was exploring around a bit and working on my second hole. This position was not ideal for that sort of penetration, so I suggested we move back to the sling. They helped me up and walked me over to the sling. Matt had me step out of my jock. Once they got me situated, Brett sat on the chair at the base of the sling and started to massage my gape. Matt walked over to the bed and returned with a freshly filled pipe and the torch. He had me blow a few clouds, then fed some more to Brett. He, of course, smoked some more, too. Brett, meanwhile, had lubed up his hands again. He placed his fist at my hole and leaned forward to drive his hand into my ass. After all the earlier work, it went in smoothly. He opened his hand once he was deep inside and started looking for the bend that would let him go deeper. I was moaning in ecstasy as he worked over my ass and gasped when he finally moved past the curve. He kept slowly crawling his fingers forward, getting deep inside my colon. It felt amazing, and he looked excited by what he was doing. He spent a good bit of time inside my deepest areas. He would pull back, never taking his hand all the way out, before pushing back in again. He was slow and deliberate with his movements since he knew that some suction had likely built up inside me. This was a guy who knew how to use a fist on an ass! He pulled his hand all the way out after probing my colon. Now, he placed his other hand at my hole. This one was fisted, too, and it was his larger, dominant hand. My ass wrapped around his fist as it slid into me. I was flexing my ass with the pleasure that I was feeling, and my cock again pumped out a load of fluid. Matt was there to lick it up and then sucked my cock into his mouth, eking out the last few drops. Brett extracted his right hand and plunged in again with his left. He alternated hands like this for a while. At one point, he sunk one of his hands in and commanded me to snort some poppers. I was seriously fucked up at this point, and the poppers just made me piggier. Once they hit and he started pounding my ass with both hands, I was yelling for him to wreck my ass. Eventually, Brett said that he was tiring out. Matt suggested that he bring the fuck machine over to the sling, and they could watch me get fucked by it. Brett agreed, and they brought the machine to the base of the sling. A larger dildo was put on it this time, and this one had some bumps and ridges on it. It took a bit of adjustment to get it set to the best angle for fucking me, but they got it done. Once we were all satisfied with the setup, they moved back to the bed and watched me get deeply fucked by the toy on the machine. They were smoking, too, and I was happy to put on a show for them. Brett ended up sitting on Matt’s face, getting his ass rimmed while watching me get mine fucked. Then Brett said, “Damn, my husband would love this.” “Invite him over,” I replied. Matt grunted his approval, so Brett called his husband and told him to join us. While he was on the phone, he was still getting rimmed by Matt, and I was still getting plowed by the fuck machine.

love sharing my bf with other guys its hot as fuck!

Author's Note: To comply with the rules of the site and the forum, ages and the timespan have been modified. Enjoy! I grew up in West Virginia, in a double-wide trailer with a big yard, a creek, and woods. Ours was a big family. Mom is 17th of 17. That's not a typo. Dad is 3rd of 8. I have tons of first cousins on both sides, many of whom I had crushes on from an early age. One, in particular, always got me hard and dripping - Michael, as well as his dad (my uncle by marriage), "King." I never found out why, but everyone called him that. Mom wasn't keen on King. He was a long-haul trucker. He dipped snuff. He cursed. He was loud. He was opinionated. She called him "trailer trash who married well" (she liked my aunt - my dad's sister - well enough, because she went to our little Pentecostal church with us). Michael was all alpha male, too. He was 3 years older than me, and I had idolized him when he played sports in junior high and high school. He now worked at a junkyard that serviced all the bubba gearheads in our area, including those who competed at the local motor speedway. Right after I turned 18, Mom, Dad, and my aunt went to a week-long church retreat upstate. When Michael found out that I'd be free so soon after my 18th birthday, he invited me over to spend the first night they left, which was a Friday. I loved spending the night with Michael. He had (str8) porn mags. He had all of his old sports gear. He almost always had a pile of dirty laundry, including ripe jockstraps stained with cum, piss, and sweat. And he had this maddening habit of showering and then toweling off with his big, floppy, uncut cock bouncing up and down as he dried his hair for what seemed like just a bit too long, as if he wanted me to stare while his face was covered by the towel - which I did. Whenever he'd catch sight of me from under the towel, he'd smirk and sometimes give his cock a tug or two. It always made me hard, and gave me endless jackoff material. When I got there that night, Uncle King was in the living room, in a stained wife beater and short-shorts. He was in his recliner with his feet up, drinking a beer and watching an action movie. I could see up the leg of his shorts: he was wearing a stained jockstrap. Fuuuuuuuuuuuck, that was hot. When I went to put my duffel bag in Michael's room, King told me that the two of them had a big surprise for me, since Mom, Dad, and my aunt were out of town, but I'd have to keep it a secret. The way he grinned as he said it, spitting some dip juice into the red Solo cup beside him, told me it was something that Mom definitely wouldn't approve of. He told me to go get squared away in Michael's room, and for both of us to come out to the garage once I was settled in. When I got into Michael's room, he gave me this shit-eating grin. "Dude, Dad and I got some righteous weed. We're getting you high as fuck as a late birthday present, Little Buddy." (He'd called me that since I was little. It was his pet nickname for me, but sometimes his teammates or coworkers would call me that as well. I sorta liked it. It kinda stamped me as belonging to Michael in his buddies' minds.) "Here," he said, handing me a pair of short-shorts and an old jockstrap. (This was the 80s.) "Put those on. Those should fit you. They're old pairs of mine." It turned me on to be wearing some of his old gear, and I think he could tell that I got a little chubbed up as I tucked myself in to the pouch of the borrowed jock. Even though it was one he'd worn in junior high, the pouch was still loose on me, given the difference in the size of our cocks. The waist and ass-straps fit perfectly, though. He rounded out my workout outfit with an old practice t-shirt with the sides cut out, tossing it to me to put on. "You ever smoke pot, Little Buddy?" I shook my head no, mouth suddenly dry. Was this really happening? "Ain't no thang. Dad and I sneak a bowl or a joint here or there all the time. Mom knows Dad still does it sometimes, but she'd kill me if she knew I did it, so - seriously - mum's the word about what happens tonight, all right?" I nodded my head. "Good. Let's go. Dad's probably got the bong packed and ready by now." I followed Michael outside. Their garage was detached from the house, and always had some sort of project in progress - rebuilding an engine or whatnot. I wasn't very up on stuff like that. I was more bookish, I guess you could say. No matter what project they had going on in there, they always had the back corner with the free weights and bench press free to use. Michael had taken me in there in the past couple of years to tone me up, although I still wasn't crazy about it. He said it would make me look sexier for the girls. Whatever. When we got inside, King grinned and told Michael to lock the side door leading into the garage, and to lock the garage door as well. "Don't want someone catching us. Better safe than sorry!" King explained to me. Made sense. King showed me how to use the lighter and how to suck on the bong to take a rip. My first one wasn't very good, since I was all out of breath from the excitement of it all. "Here," King said, putting one hand on my back and the other on my stomach. "Get control of your breathing, and then you can suck in a really good rip. Show him, Michael." I jumped a little when King's hand touched my stomach, just above the waistline of the short-shorts. His touch was electric. Michael obliged, and took a massive rip, demonstrating how to do it. I figured he would exhale, but instead he leaned over, grabbed me gently but firmly behind my neck, and moved toward me like he was gonna kiss me. "Suck in his rip, Little Buddy!" King instructed. "It's called a shotgun. We try not to waste what we've got, so shotgunning makes it last longer." I stopped resisting Michael's hand on the back of my neck. When his lips touched mine and he exhaled that smoke, I was harder than I'd ever been before. My whole body tingled - whether from the smoke, or from the fact that Michael's lips touched mine, or both, I wasn't quite sure. I never would've guessed in a million years that he'd do something like that with me. Uncle King grabbed the bong and took his own rip. As King pulled me toward him to do another shotgun, I could smell the mint of his dip. After he shotgunned me once, he said he was gonna go back in and watch some more TV, but would be back out at later. "Have fun, you two!" he called over his shoulder. Michael chuckled and said, "Don't worry, Dad. We will." After King left, Michael groped himself and said, "Fuuuuuuuuck, Little Buddy, this shit always makes me horny! Are you feeling horny, too?" I blushed. I was, from the shotguns and I guess the pot itself. He smirked and told me it was OK, it happens to most people. He had me do another rip, and moved in to shotgun it. This time, he stuck his tongue in my mouth and groped me. I was shocked, but incredibly horny. He broke the kiss, and got behind me. "Make muscles for me, Little Buddy! Remember how scrawny you were when we first started lifting together? You're a hot little firecracker now, and girls AND guys are gonna want some of this." I made a muscle for him with both arms. He ran his hands over both mounds, and then let the backs of his fingertips drift under my armpits, and down my bare sides where the t-shirt was cut out. I moaned, whimpered, and sighed all at once. The backs of his fingers were cold, and felt amazing. "Like that, Little Buddy?" he whispered in my ear, nibbling on it a little. I nodded. I couldn't speak. He tweaked my nipples. I just about jumped out of my skin. He laughed. "Sensitive nips, huh? That's gonna be fun!" When he let his hands drift down to the waistline of the short-shorts I was wearing, he paused, grinding his fat monster of a cock into the crack of my ass through the nylon fabric. "I know you've wanted this dick for a long, long time. Well, today's your lucky day. And we're gonna play all weekend long." Holy Shit. This really was really, really happening. I wasn't dreaming. He turned me around to face him and kissed me, deeply and passionately, again. "Get on the bench, Little Buddy! Let's lift some." That threw me for a loop, but I was buzzed and putty in his hand. I assumed the position, making sure my hands were spaced out correctly for good form. He always preached that good form was essential for good lifting. He put on a slightly challenging weight for me to lift. The first set was no problem. I got a little wobbly midway through the second set, and he gently spotted me to help me lift the bar. The third set, I was struggling. On the eighth rep of the third set, I noticed that he had dropped one hand down and was spotting me with just his other. On the ninth rep, I noticed movement right above my head. As I completed my tenth rep and placed the bar back in place with his help, I looked up to see that Michael was fishing his cock out of the side of his own short-shorts and stained jockstrap with the hand he had dropped. Fuuuuuuuck. Nice. He flopped it onto my lips, painting them with precum. I gasped. "Oh, fuck, Little Buddy, your sweet cherry lips and deep dimples look so hot framing my big cock! We're both gonna enjoy this. You've wanted this for a long time, huh?" This time I answered, humming against his massive uncut cockhead. "MMM-hmmmmm!" "That's what I like to hear! Open your mouth and suck on it, Little Buddy. See how much you can take. If you slide your head off the bench some, the curve of my cock will fit nicely down your throat." I slid back, and he squatted down closer as I did so. I could smell his sweaty ballsack and the musk of his jock. I opened my mouth, and we both moaned as he slid about half of it into my mouth. That cockhead of his was lodged in my throat. I squeezed - not trying to block it out, but rather trying to swallow it. It felt right. "Holy fuck! You're a natural. I knew you would be. You like that dick?" I moaned "MMMMMM-hmmmm!" this time, realizing I could answer yes or no questions even with his cock in my mouth. "You have no idea how many times I've wanted to do this. But Dad said we had to wait until after you turned 18, so that your mom couldn't say shit about your consenting to having us use you." The thought of pissing off Mom made his cock all the sweeter. Or, maybe it was the precum he was leaking in buckets. After a few minutes, Michael pulled out of my mouth and said, "Let's do some more rips on the bong." As we traded shotguns back and forth, Michael asked questions, like who I had crushes on. Top of my list? HIs best friend and next-door neighbor, Kip. Kip was a hot redheaded redneck who was voted "Why Teachers Go Crazy" his senior year. He was not just the class clown, but he had played on the same football team that Michael quarterbacked. Kip was one of the "inner circle" who called me "Little Buddy" - and I especially liked how he said it - always with a smirk on his face or a twinkle in his eye. Michael surprised the hell out of me when he told me that Kip was one of the top weed dealers his dad and he bought from, and that this primo stuff was from Kip's personal stash. He really floored me when he said, "Kip is gonna be playing with us this weekend. He has it for you bad, and has for years, Little Buddy. He could barely wait for you to turn 18." I had always wondered at some of the things that Kip did. For instance, when Michael and he took me four-wheeling back on the trails behind my grandparents' farm, Kip would often take a piss in nature, and angle himself so that I could see what he was sporting. Although not as thick as Michael's, it was about as long, it looked like. One time, I'd ridden back to the farm with Kip, instead of with Michael. The three of us had helmets with mics and earpieces. Kip told me it was OK if I wanted to rest my hands lower as I rode behind him. Michael put a quick stop to that, having me switch back over to riding with him. I jerked off that night hard, thinking maybe Kip was onto me, and was gonna let me feel him up a little that day. Other times, when Michael wasn't looking, Kip would grope himself and wink at me when I blushed. After we finished trading rips, Michael pushed me gently to my knees on the thin wrestling mats that they had in their garage-corner gym. "SUCK IT!" he hissed, commanding - expecting - to be obeyed. I gladly obliged, and found that - with this angle and with the downward curve of Michael's monster cock - I could get some of it in my throat, once I relaxed my throat *first* to let the cockhead in, and then clenched it *after* it was down my throat, to drive Michael wild. "Oh, that thing you're doing with your throat, Little Buddy! That's better than any bitch has ever done for me! They get scared of it and lick the head or put a few inches in their mouths and call it quits after just a few minutes. Keep working at it, and you're gonna have it all in no time!" "Looks like you two are having fun after all!" Uncle King chuckled, causing me to jump out of my skin. He'd snuck up on us. "TV was boring," he explained, holding up a smaller bong with water in it and a small glass bulb at one end. It was full of white crystals, with a little bit of green weed on top. "Is that some of Kip's special stuff?" Michael grinned. The tone of his voice was almost ... something hard to put my finger on right off the bat. "Yeah, and it's killer shit, too!" Uncle King replied. He pulled out a small device and clicked a switch. A blue flame - like the pilot light on our gas stove at home - sparked up, hissing. "OK, Little Buddy," King said. "This is stronger, more concentrated stuff, OK? So, you put the torch under the bowl until you see vapor coming out the top of the bulb. Then, you suck slowly and steadily to pull the vapor through the water. I've dropped an Altoid in there to keep the water minty. The vapor can taste a little bitter otherwise. Take a nice, steady toke on this end of the pipe, and we'll get you blowing some big-ass clouds in no time." I tried my first hit, as Uncle King held the lighter - or "torch" I guess - under the bowl for me, so I could focus on waiting to inhale. The first hit was decent, but Michael immediately said, "You can do better than that. Calm down, and control your breathing. Hold it in, too, this time." My second hit was brilliant. I knew it was as soon as I exhaled a big white cloud. Both Uncle King and Michael grinned. King started groping his crotch through his own short-shorts. I reached over and groped him. "Like a duck to water, huh, Little Buddy? You want that cock, too, huh? A true faggot: never enough!" he laughed. I replied by pulling the elastic of his jockstrap and short-shorts to the side, letting his gigantic cock fall out to one side. Like Michael, he was uncut with a massive cockhead. He was about an inch longer than Michael, too, but not quite as thick. Both were Viking gods: shiny blond hair, sharp, intelligent, mischievous blue eyes, strong jawlines, and great bodies overall. "You want that cock, Little Buddy?" King asked again, his voice husky. I nodded, and dove in. He was surprised that I already had the trick down pat for letting his cockhead enter my throat, even if I couldn't take his cock the whole way just yet. "Oh, fuck, he is a goddamn natural!" he hissed to Michael. "Fuuuuuuuuck! Fuckin' hot cocksucker!" He moaned, and told me to take another couple of hits. My head was buzzing, and my whole body was tingling. This *was* good shit, I guess! Pot rocked! "That's right, faggot! Worship that daddy dick!" he grunted, gently grabbing the back of my head and running his hands through my hair, which I suddenly noticed was soaking wet. I was sweating like crazy. The coolish air out in the garage felt good on my skin. "You feeling that special stuff Kip got just for you, Little Buddy? Your extra special birthday present?" Michael asked, coming over to stand in my peripheral vision. He had hiked his shorts and jockstrap pouch under his huge nuts, and was stroking his massive jock cock while watching his dad gently facefuck me. I moaned "MMMMMMM-hmmmm!" but assumed it was just the pot I'd seen on top of those crystals in the pipe. In fact, I assumed the crystals *were* pot - just a concentrated form of it, like King had indicated. The crystals had melted when the torch had been put under the bulb, and now there was sort of a burned-out looking film on the bottom of the pipe. I assumed it was residue from the pot. Uncle King leaned over and whispered in my ear: "Bikers and truckers use this shit to stay awake on the road. Kip gets me some *really* good shit when I do really long hauls, to help me stay awake and have some fun on the road. Makes you super-horny - even hornier than pot. What would your mama think if she knew you were doing crystal meth like a little faggot whorepig, like the boys who suck my dick do when I'm on the road? What would she do if she knew that you were smoking the same shit I do on the road right now?" I'd heard about people getting hooked on that shit, and it was one of the "hard drugs" we'd learned about in Health class Sophomore year. It was supposed to be really, really bad for you. I don't know what it was. The way Uncle King was talking - calling me a faggot and a whorepig and cocksucker - turned me on. Plus, this shit rocked. I was hornier than I ever imagined I could be, and I beat off 8 times a day usually, so I knew what it meant to be super-horny. Michael repacked the pipe, using a slant-sliced straw to funnel crystals out of a little plastic baggie. I watched, mesmerized. I wanted more. He took a small hit for himself, then handed it to his dad. King took a really big hit, and then blew the cloud down onto his cock and onto my face. That really turned me on, the way he blew in my face like that. Then, he handed the pipe and torch down to me, and told me to hold my breath when I got my hit, suck his cock into my mouth, and blow the smoke around his cock. I thought that was clever and hot, and really was careful with my breathing to get an ace hit. Sweet! I was getting the hang of this. If Mom could only see me now! When I went to hand the pipe and torch back to Michael, he insisted that I do a few more hits. "We're getting you totally spun, Little Buddy! Happy Fuckin' Birthday! Sorry we're a little late, but we had to wait until the Bible-thumpers were outta town this week. We're calling you out sick from school all next week, too. Surprise!" I heard the side door open and close, and jumped as Kip called out, "Hey guys! Y'all got the party started? Sweet! Here's some more stuff in case we run low." Kip came over in front of me. Uncle King relinquished my throat, and Kip wasted no time in lowering his sweat pants and boxers to present his own cut, thick cock with bright red pubes. Fuuuuuucking HAWT! Although not as long or as thick as Michael or King, his cock was veiny and plenty of a mouthful. He waggled it a couple of times and slapped my face with it. "You're lucky Michael threatened to kick my ass if I broke the pact. I've wanted this for a long time. I know you have, too. Nasty little boy, watching me piss outside. Well, this weekend, you're gonna get some of my piss, and see if it suits you. I have a feeling you're the right kind of cocksucker for it, too. Call it a hunch." I stuck my tongue out for him to smack it with his cock. He finally pushed in, a little rougher than either Michael or King. I gagged a little, but redoubled my efforts. "See that? He recovered like a pro! This fag is gonna be hella fun to train, guys!" Kip grinned. He pulled my hair - again, just a little roughly - to have me look up at him. "Oh, shit! Look at his eyes, guys! They're totally dark. He's spun as shit already. Awesome! And he thought it was just another way of doing pot? Told you that trick works every time. You have NO idea how many of my hot straight boy customers come up short on money. So, I pack a pot bowl with the crystals hidden, and they haven't got a fucking clue. After one bowl of my "special stash," they're open to all kinds of stuff, starting with jerking off together. It releases their inhibitions to act on stuff like sucking another guy off, too, especially once I start showing them bi magazines." As Kip was saying this, Michael went out to the front of the garage, and returned with something I couldn't quite see. Michael came into my peripheral view. I heard a familiar click then whirr. "Holy shit!" I thought. "He's taking Polaroids." I started to get up, but Kip held me back down on my knees. "Lick my balls, you fucking hot cocksuker!" Kip growled. Guys at school sometimes called me fag or cocksucker or whatever, the way boys jest in the lockerroom or on the school bus or in gym class. This felt different. Having these three guys call me names made me *want* to be *good* at servicing them. I licked Kip's balls, as he shucked his sweats and boxers. King came back into view, standing right beside Kip. "Suck on my sweaty pouch, boy!" King growled, offering my his jock-clad nuts. Another click and whirr. "Don't worry, Little Buddy," Michael said, "These are just for the four of us to look at later. You won't believe how hot you look with Dad's crotch on your face. Stick out your tongue and taste it. Hold it so I can get a picture. You're gonna love having this on film to look back at your first time." I stuck out my tongue and tasted Uncle King's pouch, starting to get into the fact that my hot trucker uncle was basically offering up his cock to me on a silver platter while my cousin and his perverted, mischievous, class clown, drug-dealing friend watched. Michael asked me if it had turned me on earlier when he let me borrow his clothes - which I was still wearing. I moaned "Uh-huh!" as I kept tonguing and sucking on King's jock pouch. "I got a bunch more gear I want you to try on, so I can get some more pix of you, Little Buddy. Oh, and I hope you don't mind, but I'm using the Pentax, too." Two Christmases ago, Michael had begged for a fancy camera, so that he could take Photography at school. He had taken me to the darkroom once, and the teacher, Mr. Lacey, was there. He was really hot in a nerdy, glasses kinda way, and I could tell he had a huge cock in the front of his chinos. While I was leaned over watching Michael apply the chemicals, Mr. Lacey had come up behind me and put his arms to either side of me as he leaned forward to look over my shoulder as Michael worked to develop his pictures. I could feel Mr. Lacey's cock in the crease of my ass. I had jerked off to that incident many times since, wondering if: A. Mr. Lacey realized his cock was up against my ass; and B. Michael had realized that Mr. Lacey's cock was right up against my ass. "I'll develop these in the darkroom at the school. Mr. Lacey still lets me use it. Or, I know a guy at the FotoMat who is cool when I develop pix like these when we play with other guys." I didn't like the idea of anyone else but the four of us seeing the pix. I stopped sucking on King's jockstrap pouch long enough to tell Michael I'd prefer he develop them himself in the darkroom. "No problem, Little Buddy! Maybe Mr. Lacey will be there when I do. I bet he'd like to see these. He sure seemed to like your ass that one day he was in the darkroom with us. He's a kinky fucker, and always says that access to a darkroom lets a photographer be more uninhibited." Somehow, I didn't mind the idea that Mr. Lacey might see these. It turned me on, in fact, and I stopped mouthing King's jock long enough to say so. Michael smiled and told me to take as much of his dad's cock as I could, and then to back off it slowly. Click. Click. Click. Click. Click! the fancy camera went, in rapid succession. I guess he got a series of me throating Uncle King? HOT! King pulled out, and Kip took another turn. He had let himself go half-soft, and stuck his cock in my mouth. "I'm gonna start really slow, and piss in your mouth, Little Buddy! I've been drinking like a champ for three days, so it shouldn't taste bad - it's basically water. I'll pinch it off so you get a taste, and then hold my cock about halfway in your mouth so I can open the floodgates. Swallow as much as you can, but let the rest run out your mouth, onto your dimples, and down your chin. My favorite cocksuckers do this for me, Little Buddy. Please don't disappoint me." I dunno why, but what would ordinarily sound batshit crazy sounded hot as fuck to me. I nodded, with his half-soft / half-hard cock in my mouth. I was ready. "Fuuuuuuuuck, nice!" said Kip, looking down at me with green, sparkling, mischievous eyes. "Look up at me while I do this, Little Buddy!" Michael got up close to take a close-up series. He instructed me: "Just let it run down off your chin an onto your clothes, Little Buddy. I'll capture the moment." As Kip let loose with the first bit of his piss stream, it didn't taste bad at all to me. It was a thrill, though, to let him use me this way. I looked up at him and caught his eyes staring down at me. "HOT, Little Buddy!" Kip sneered a little. "Drinking piss like a total faggot whore. NICE! I knew you wanted my dick all those times I pissed with you in the woods." With that, he let loose the floodgates. I fought to swallow it all, trying to make him proud. But as piss spurted from my mouth, all over my face, and down the front of my clothes, all three were commenting on what a total cocksucker I was. Kip lost it. As soon as he finished pinching off the last few drops in my mouth, he had Michael give him the pipe and took a big hit. Then, he surprised the hell out of me by shotgunning me and kissing me, tasting his own piss in my mouth. "I can't believe you did that on the first date, Little Buddy! You're a helluva find, dude. I still think we should've broken you in years ago, though." "Let it go, Kip!" Michael laughed, rolling his eyes. "How was that, Little Buddy? Like having so much piss you couldn't handle it all? The camera sure seems to think you liked it. I bet those pix are off the chain when we develop them." I grinned - a piss-drinking grin, I guess. "Loved it! Fucking hot!" I said, a little out of breath. Uncle King grabbed a duffel bag from under one of his workbenches. As he unzipped it, he made sure I could see the contents: dildos and other toys. Oh, fuck! Were they gonna try to fuck me? I'd always imagined sucking only, and had no idea if I could possibly take any one of them in my tight, hairless hole. I was naturally smooth, and Michael had commented more than once when I put on a jockstrap to work out - one of *my* jockstraps, where everything fit right - how my hole, framed by a jockstrap, made it look like I had a sweet pussy. I always blushed bright red when he said that, especially when he tugged at himself a little when he said it. Uncle King seemed to read my mind: "Don't worry, Little Buddy. We have all weekend to tap that sweet little ass of yours. For now, I just want to show you how good we can make your hole feel. I'm going to insert this small bead into your hole with some lube. It's attached to a slightly larger bead, then a slightly larger one, until you're up to the girth of a man-sized cock. You ever play with your hole before?" I shook my head. "Nothing except showering," I replied. "Well, this is gonna be really pleasurable for you. Promise, Little Buddy. I know you've wanted to suck some dick for a long time, but you need to learn how to pleasure other men with your tight hole, too, OK?" I nodded. Kip grabbed the pipe, which was sitting on a shelf of the garage, and repacked it from a plastic baggie. As he did, he also sprinkled some dust onto the lubed-up bead Uncle King was approaching me with. "This may burn a little bit, Little Buddy," King said, "But it's gonna feel really fuckin' good in a coupla minutes." As he said that, he squirted lube on my hole. YIKES! It was cold. I jumped and clenched. All three of them laughed. "Don't clench. Bear down like you're taking a shit. There ya go! Open that sweet boyhole for this very special bead." Shiny, silvery, and cold, the first bead popped in. Almost immediately, I felt a burning sensation. "That burns!" I announced to all three of them. I guess they *had* warned me. "Just chill for a minute, Little Buddy," Kip said. "My stuff is really, really good, so it's gonna burn. But it's gonna feel absolutely amazing by the second ball, I promise." I looked between my legs. King and Kip were already slathering the next ball in lube and powder. "Here," Kip said, thrusting the pipe at me. "Take three really good hits from the bubbler. That'll help pass the time and take your mind off your hole for a few while you get used to it." I took another hit, motioning for Kip to shotgun with me. Click. Click. Click. Michael was taking pix of my ass and the beads and the powder. Hot. I'd wanna see those later. As Uncle King inserted the second bead, Kip got into position behind me and pushed the bead in with just the head of his cock. A little of the tip went in. HOLY FUCK, that was hot! Almost at that same instant, my hole became - well, there's no other way to describe it - hungry. My hole was as hungry as my mouth and throat for the first time ever. "Yeah, he's feeling that booty bump now," Kip grinned. He passed me the "bubbler" pipe again. Again, we shotgunned. This time, after he kissed me, he held my face to where my mouth was open and spit in my mouth. Some of it got on my face. "Filthy faggot cocksucker, learning to take dick up his ass this weekend. Niiiiiice!" That turned me on more than anything that had happened so far, including the piss play. Holy fuck, did Kip have my number! I moaned as he wiped the spit off my face with his cock and fed it to me. "Want more powder on the third bead, faggot?" Kip asked. I groaned, "Yeah, please!" So King and Kip carefully lubed up that third ball, sprinkled some powder out of the baggie, and - once again - Kip pushed it in with his cockhead. This time, the whole head - smaller than King's or Michael's - slipped in. I moaned like a bitch in heat. "Fuuuuuuuuck! Fuck me, Kip! Put it in me!" I begged. He laughed and pulled out. "Nope, we have a gentleman's agreement. Your Uncle King gets to do the honors, since he's the one that read us the riot act about waiting until you turned 18. It was worth the wait. So, it's that last bead you'll need to take before you're ready to be fucked by his giant daddy dick, Little Buddy!" Uncle King piped up: "Don't worry, Little Buddy. I have lots of experience bitching out boys like you. I have all kinds of fun on the open road with boys at rest stops and with guys on my route in the warehouses and such. You're gonna love having my cock inside you to get things started. Me, then Michael, then Kip to close up with sloppy thirds. He loves fucking other men's cum into a used hole. It's gonna be hot, Little Buddy!" On the fourth bead, Michael got up close with the camera as Uncle King used *his* cock to push the ball in. Only a very small part of his ginormous uncut cockhead went in, but it felt amazing, especially when Kip pulled my cock out the side of my short-shorts and jockstrap and started stroking me with some lube. The sensations were almost too much to bear. The first little bead was up inside me, followed by its three chaingangers. It felt awesome, no two ways about it! For the fifth and final bead, Uncle King once again used his cockhead to push the bead in, but told me to really bear down as he did so. Not only did the bead pop in, but so did his cockhead. Click. Click. Click. Click. Michael was capturing it all on film. He'd already changed the film in the camera several times. Uncle King rested his cock inside me. I didn't move. "Little Buddy, how's that feel?" Uncle King asked, grunting huskily. "Jesus, fuck, you're tight! But we're gonna make this happen. I can't wait another day." Holy shit, this was it! I was gonna get fucked tonight after all. [To Be Continued; Hope You Enjoyed!]

Thank you for your service. Army vet here; just saying! 😈🐷

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.

One of the biggest cocks I sucked that night was an American dude. I heard his accent when he was giving me verbal. “Take it deeper, more, suck it, I’m gunna cum, fukkin swallow my load, keep swallowing” If it was your buddy, he had a beautiful, thick cut cock and he shot powerful jets of thick man seed down the back of my throat.

Yess appeals to our dark sleazy side Well we wouldn't be here in Breeding Zone would be if we didn't

Driving home, I was elated. I spent the time on the road clenching my hole tight, to keep his loads inside me, as instructed. Twice I felt moments of breach, doing my best to control them. Once I'd got home and to my bedroom, I stripped and checked my jeans and noticed a small patch of wetness. I knew I hadn't lost much of what was inside me and I felt relief. Knowing what was expected of me and wanting to impress, I moved to my drawer of toys and fished out a plug. It wasn't my biggest, as I still struggled with that one, but I knew it would be enough to plug my hole for the night. I spat and then sat on it, then got into bed and went to sleep easily, knowing I had toxic cum inside me to absorb. I woke, enjoying the plug inside me. I was at full mast, so on instinct I worked a load from my cock and rocked my plugged hole back and forth on the edge of my bed. I moved on with my day. I spent my week thinking about my time with the dominant poz man I'd met and imagined how I might see him again. On Thursday evening, I'd prepped my hole and sent a message to him: 'Hi, are you free? I wanna feel your dick inside me again, take you load. Let me know.' A message was sent back within a few minutes: 'i cant tonight got another early night. free all weekend though. see you saturday.' My dick was hard, anticipating seeing him on Saturday, but I was still disappointed that I'd be alone tonight. I decided to open my toy drawer and play by myself for the evening, stretching my hole and working up to the big plug. By Saturday morning I was excited to drive over to the top I'd met. I was horny that I still didn't know his name and had to tell myself to take my hand off my dick several times that morning. I decided I'd send the first message by 11am. 'Hi, are you still free today?' hoping for a quick response, I went to the bathroom to clean myself up for him. I revelled in the knowledge that I hadn't showered since Friday morning, before work. I knew he'd enjoy my pits, if I could see him today. 'Yeah I'm free. Set off in an hour.' I read after I'd showered. My dick sprung to attention and I had to tell myself not to play with it. I knew I'd cum before I'd even set off, if I gave in to temptation. Deciding that my time would be better spent on a home workout, I started to work up a sweat, knowing the top would enjoy if I were as sweaty as could be. He seemed as much as a pig as I was, I'd indulge him as he was indulging me. Within 30 minutes, I'd stopped my little cardio routine and started to cool myself down before I started my drive. I sent a message to tell my dom what I'd done to prepare for our latest encounter, although I didn't get any response. Once the hour was up, I sent another message informing him I was setting off and that I'd message again when I arrived outside his building. My drive was a little nervous, as I hadn't received any reply on the way, but I carried on and I sent the message that I'd arrived. I didn't have to wait long for the reply with instructions. "Come in naked." My cock started growing. Only three words this time, the shortest orders he'd given me so far. I knew this time that a jockstrap was not going to be tolerated, so once I got inside his apartment, I stripped completely. I walked down his hallway and to the room with porn playing. The room looked like it did a couple weeks ago, when I woke up there. It was lit from the window though shrouded by curtains, but this time there was porn playing on the TV. It almost seemed backwards. "Good lad. Your dick's already hard, I like that," he said in greeting. As usual, he was spreadeagle on the padded box chair next to his bed. "Hi, Sir. I've been horny for you all week," I replied. "I used a plug when I got home on Monday, I absorbed your loads," I told him, eager to please. "Dirty pig. Come here, get on your knees," was the only thing he said back to me. I moved forward and dropped to my knees, taking his thick member in my mouth. I could smell his balls from my position and quickly moved down to take a deep breath. His musk filled my nose and made my dick pulse. He'd been to the gym, just as he'd promised and I couldn't have been happier that he had. "Mmmh. Fuck yes, Sir. You smell so good. Thank you," I moaned to him. "Fuck yeah, pig. You like that, don't you? Eat my hole, boy." For the first time, he pulled his own legs up, slipping further down the chair and thrust his ass into my face. His hairy hole in front of me and his musky ass filling my nostrils, I couldn't resist. I attached my mouth to his ass and plugged my tongue in his hole. I moved my mouth up and down, swirled my tongue side to side and used my hands while I ate. I could feel my dick straining to be touched, but I knew I wouldn't be allowed to stroke without permission. After a long time he stopped moaning and spoke to me. "Spit on your dick, boy. Fuck me. You're in charge til you breed me." I froze for a second, processing what I'd been ordered to do. I was in control? I looked up and made eye contact. He looked like I imagined I usually did; pleading and vulnerable. I liked it. Standing up, I obeyed his last instruction and spat on my dick, then I spat on his hole. It was tight and pink, nothing like my own and I lined my head up to his opening. "Do you have poppers, Sir? You want to use them now," I warned him. I realised I'd still called him 'Sir,' but I also didn't know what else to address him. 'Boy' wouldn't have been right. 'Pig' would work, but that was different. I put it out of my mind and lined my dick up, whilst he huffed a little brown bottl.e Grabbing his ankles, I pushed them away from me, folding him in half as he'd done to me so recently. "I'm in charge until I cum?" I asked. "Yes, boy. My hole's yours," he sighed. I couldn't believe the submissiveness coming from the man who had so definitively owned me the last couple of times I was here. I decided to take advantage and I pushed my cock in hard, but slow. I ignored his protests and batted his hands away from my hips. He didn't fight back, though he had the power to stop me. He wanted to switch right now. I liked it. Balls deep, I pulled back and thrust back in again. The muscle bear cried out, but didn't resist, only huffed at the poppers again. I started fucking him in earnest, taking the opportunity offered to me.

Something I forgot to talk about in the story was one type of bottom that was our best target. We loved it when some bottom would ask us "Are you clean?" because it probably meant he was HIV- and concerned about HIV. Obviously our answer was always "Yes, we are clean" but because it pissed us off the way he asked, we wanted his negative hole. We would play a game such as "Oh, man, not sure if we can fuck you bareback because we don't know you". Our hesitation would give the bottom confidence and we would eventually both breed him. It was hot leaving his room knowing both our dirty load are in his hole.