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LA-TEX (PART 3) I was hypnotized looking at the TV above me as all these men were watching as I began to feel hands rubbing over my face, my ass, feeling different fingers probing my lubed up hole. The tight latex felt like a second skin, slippery inside. One of the first size lifted my gasmask and fed me more of the brown bottle when I felt the pressure of a cock slowly entering my ass. I’ve never been fucked in my life, but all this felt so good, a latex drone, lubed and compliant for any of these men to use. He held onto my hips as he slowly bottomed out in my ass, I could feel his pubes grinding on my ass. He pulled out a bit then slowly started to go faster and faster. I could hear each of the guys saying fuck yeah, look at that ass take his cock, breed him! I could feel two of the guys surrounding me jerking off, beating faster and faster. One of them unzipped the chest zipper on my suit, pulled it apart and then I felt their hot cum spraying on my chest. Once they unloaded, they zipped it up again and the guy in my ass dumped a huge load inside me. My god, it almost felt like I was pissing from my ass the amount of cum and lube that was coming out. One of the guys said get the bucket, we don’t want to waste any of that cum on the floor. I was still reeling from the poppers, the booty bumps and that feeling of being bred for the first time, when the next cock was rammed inside me, then the slow rhythm as he grabbed the sling chains and began rocking back and forth, gyrating and grinding his hips to dig deeper inside me. Then all of a sudden I could hear him groan as he dumped his load inside me. My head spinning, between my skin and the latex suit, a slick layer of cum and lube making me slide around in the catsuit, and an even bigger cock is ready to push inside me. I feel that burning sensation again as his booty bump coated fingers swirl inside me, getting it all in. He pulls the gasmask from my head, he looks at another of the guys “popper him up”, I want to look into his eyes while I breed him.

Chapter 9 i had waited a week, my mind stewing. Rather than go and see my family doc I made an appointment at the sexual health clinic. I was told to fill in the forms prior to going in. Under the risk category I ticked the box ‘men who have sex with men’ . Was I finally halfway to admitting what my true sexuality was? ‘hi I’m Archie’ the medic introduced himself. ‘So explain the issue Neil, I’m here to help not judge’ ‘I think I may have hiv’ I blurted. ‘I’ve started having sex with guys and I was Ill a week or so ago’ ’ok , so did you wear a condom or was the guy fucking you?’ Archie continued. ’er it was different guys and it was all bare, I kinda preferred that’ I responded feeling a bit more relaxed now it was out in the open. ‘ I know what you mean’ Archie continued’ im gay and I’m bareback only! Oh and I’m poz as well so don’t worry I know what you’re going through’ Archie took my blood for the tests and I sat outside waiting to be called back in. ‘we’ll Neil, I have the results. I won’t beat around the bush, yes you are hiv positive.’ The words hit me like a hammer. What would I tell Jess. I could hide it but my thoughts immediately went to cock. I couldn’t help it. Archie was continuing to tell me things but his voice was a blur. What could I do. I had a feeling my choices were being made for me. ‘So do you want meds immediately, or wait and come back in a couple of months when you have processed things?’ ‘Er wait’ I think I mumbled. ‘it’s a lot to process Neil, but one thing I can advise is to enjoy your new status. Don’t deny who you are, you love cock, and guys , just enjoy going bare now you know who you are’ Archie’s words washed over me. I did know who I was. I also knew deep down that I just wanted men now, I looked around me as I walked from the clinic. I was noticing the guys not the girls. My mind was set. I needed to tell Jess. I got home and the house was dark. I walked in and Jess was sitting alone with my iPad. She was upset. ‘When we’re you going to tell me? ‘ she said ‘tell you what?’ I stammered. ‘That you’re gay? I’ve looked at your history. It’s all guys, it’s all cock, lots of it. Not a girl to be seen. I thought the piercings were odd’ it was now or never’ sorry. Yes I’ve been fighting it for a while. Yes I am gay. Sorry’ I mumbled. ‘I’ll leave’ I turned and left. I rang my sister for somewhere to stay. She took me in. It also involved coming out to her too which she found amusing. ‘So my big bro likes cock then! We will have to compare notes. ‘ it broke the tension, but immediately I felt better. It was a weight off my mind. The following day my sister called Jess to go and collect my things. I wandered round town to kill time. Again I wandered into the gay village and past the tattoo parlour. I peered in . Lana was there again. I entered. I’ve come to finish that tattoo. ‘Ok come through’ she waved me through the back. ‘What are you having?’ ‘ I want that bio hazard finishing’ I said ‘you’re right I’m poz’ I continued’ and I’ve split with my girlfriend and come out, so you can now do that apple in pride colours’ ’im never wrong with things like that, I knew you were a cocksucker the moment I saw you.’ She added’ I think you should also have another piercing, leave it to me, trust me’ i left an hour later with my new tattoos and a PA. I was feeling a new person , the real me. I got back to my sisters and she had returned with my stuff. ‘ Jess was really unwell’ she said. ‘She thinks she’s picked up that bug you had the other week’ my cock became hard just thinking about it. That sex we had after I had seroconverting, I must have pozzed Jess. I couldn’t tell her, if she asked I would blame it on her holiday tattooist. But the thought that I had pozzed her made me horny. Time to go to the sauna again , I thought, and now breed some more neg guys! My new sleazy life was about to start!

Chests pressed together and his cock still in my hole, I moved my face to his and kissed him. We played in each others' mouths for a few minutes with my arms and legs still wrapped around him. "Thank you, Sir," I said, breaking my lips away from his. "I love that you've been trying to poz me this whole time, but I really feel like this is the one." "You're so welcome, boy. I've been loving every second trying to get you, too. Don't be disappointed if you're still neg in a couple months, though. It's not always straight forward, or as easy as the videos make it out," he told me. "I mean, blood coming out of your hole might mean that the virus can't get in those tears." He leaned in and kissed me again, his hand holding the back of my head. "But I'm gonna try my best tonight, this is gonna be our best opportunity so far, I think. I'm staying right in you, until I'm hard again," he continued. "Do you think your hole will be able to take a fist, or are you too sore all ripped up?" "No, Sir, you have to work it in. Make it take," I pleaded. Kissing me once more, he made out with me for a while. Eventually, I felt my gifter start moving his hips again and I moved my hands down to his ass cheeks, helping him thrust. He moaned into my mouth and I answered in kind. His dick was growing inside me, stretching me out again and I loved the sensation. This was a level of intimacy I hadn't expected when I'd sent that first message. I had thought I'd get a load or two and we'd never make contact again. Now I felt special. My hole was feeling tight now, so I knew he was fully erect inside me and he broke our kiss. "Squeeze my ass cheeks, boy, pull them apart, grip them tight. I can feel your load leaking out of me and it's so hot." Following his orders, I worked his ass cheeks while I moaned from his thrusting. "Oh fuck yes, boy," he groaned as he moved a hand back, brushing it past mine and swiping it up his ass crack. He brought it back up and stuck a finger in my mouth. My load, recently freed from his tight hole was now being worked across my tongue. I sucked on his finger like my life depended on it, moaning around it and holding eye contact. Pulling his finger out of my mouth, he put his hands on the bed and pushed up. Our chest hair, matted with dried blood, ripped apart like velcro. Both of us made a noise of pain, looking at each other with wide eyes and then we laughed. "I didn't expect that to happen," I said. "No, me neither. That hurt like a bitch. I'm never getting waxed, fuck that!" I laughed at him again. Neither of us had lost hairs, we had just plucked at them. It hadn't hurt too much, it was just unexpected and had shocked us both. From his new position, he was more forceful with his fucking. My moans reached a new pitch and my eyes rolled back as he started catching my prostate again. "I'm getting it again, aren't I boy? Your dick is leaking again," he told me. I felt his fingers working the head of my cock making me moan even more. He was making me feel so good. My hands found his arms and I went exploring, enjoying his muscular body. His fingers left my dick again, one of them sliding into my hole using my own precum as lube. "Oh fuck, Sir. You're making me so loose. You feel so good," I whined at him. "Yeah, boy. Gotta work my loads in, like you asked. Need to get you ready for my wrists, fist pig!" He was thrusting hard and fast again, breaking my moans up with each impact. "You fucking love it, boy. Enjoy my fat cock, bug slut. You're still bleeding a bit, boy. You're making my balls all red again." "Thank you, Sir," was all I could muster in that moment. "Thank you." I heard him chuckle and felt his finger leave my hole, for him to fuck me harder still. Moving my hands over him again, feeling his muscles work, I felt an orgasm build. I'd never felt this before, but he was truly pounding my g-spot. He was sweating again and as I moved my hands over to his pecs, I noticed the blood was no longer dry and I was smearing new patterns in it. "You're gonna make me cum, Sir," I panted. "I've never cum like this before." "Fuck yeah, boy. Keep doing what you're doing, we can cum together. Twist my nipples, bug chaser." I played with his nips, twisting like he said. I concentrated on the building pressure inside me, now unsure if I was going to cum or piss. I decided to trust my body and the man about to breed me again and let myself enjoy the moment. I got a face full of spit and he started calling me all sorts. I loved the names he called me, they weren't insults, more like exultations. Pig, chaser and other such things, whilst I begged for what he had. It took almost 10 minutes for him to work my load out from the inside. I was almost yelling as I blew on my own chest, incoherent noises and dripping sweat, I had finally cum hands free for the first time. I felt amazing. I looked up at the man above me, as wet as I was, still thrusting. He wasn't as forceful as a moment before, but he was still moving. "Did you cum, Sir?" I asked. "Yeah boy, I told you I was pozzing you again, but I think you were lost in your hole at the time," he grinned, looking proud of himself. "You've never cum like that?" "That was my first hands free, Sir," I said, still breathing heavily. "Fucking hot." He sounded smug. "I'll let your hole rest a bit before I wreck it."

Even in big Midwestern cities, driving an hour in any direction will land you in the middle of nowhere. You'll see a lot of corn, soybeans, windmills, grain silos, etc. You also see a lot of abandoned houses—barns, mostly, but buildings that look like they haven't been repaired or even lived in for decades. They look scary, right? Like people might've been killed in there. When I used to pick college boys up from campus and tell them I was driving them to one of those houses, they looked scared. They'd say: "damn, that's pretty far away. Are you like a serial killer or something?" with a little nervous giggle. But every time I showed them the pic of my rotting old two-story house, miles away from any law enforcement, their holes twitched. You can smell a faggot out by how much they love the idea of going missing. College is tough. Most of these boys are coming from places that didn't give them a lot of chances to fuck in a normal way. That meant they watched a lot of porn, and got desensitized to danger real fast. I'm 58 myself. It wasn't tough pulling millennials—I look like fucking incarnate—but Gen Z had access to hardcore bareback porn, on-demand, whenever they wanted it. The ones who slept through sex-ed and safety talks because they were bored. It was a shooting gallery. I was so good I started monetizing it. I work construction in the college town, which means I get a great view of all the young men coming and going. I was sweaty, and worked long, so I got a lot of stares. I made a note to follow them back to their dorms and slip a little piece of paper under the door. I called it "Faggot Rumspringa." It's an Amish thing. They send new adults out into the real world—the world of fucking, getting high, etc.—and if they like it, they stay. I flipped it the other way. I started offering three days in my house to live out the wildest, nastiest, freakiest fantasies they had. If they tired out and realized pig life wasn't for them, they got driven back. I made $1000 a pop off these boys. It was a private school. They could afford it. If they didn't tire out, they stayed. Indefinitely. Sometimes I'd leave them in a room and realize I couldn't feed them anymore. I spend most of my money on my business and my lifestyle, so I don't have a lot left over to feed the faggots. I'd drop 'em off in the woods for a laugh, or offer a weekend with the good ones to buddies deeper in the country. I left one in the dump outside his dorm with a 12" dildo up his ass. Over the last year, I'd had about 45 clients, and only about 5 of them stayed. 4 I got bored of after a week. There was one, though. One that never seemed to come back. If you watch local news in my city, you've heard about the case, so I won't use names. He was gorgeous. 19, swimmer, long blonde hair. This one paid $1500 in advance with a cute little smile, and as soon as he got in the car he dropped his shorts and showed me the widest, most gaping hole I'd ever seen on an under-21 in my life. I started going 110. When we got inside I went straight for the bathroom, and he followed me on his knees and drank up all sixty seconds worth of my piss. Then he begged me to step on his face before I even took my socks off. By the time I was fucking him he started begging me for a baby. I think he said "breed me" a hundred times a minute. He was into everything. He ate my ass like it was oxygen. He let me use him as furniture. He took both my hands in his hole and squirted everywhere taking them. He drank his own piss and called me his Dad's name. Twisted stuff, but he never bored me. When his three days as a pig were up, I put the question to him. He said yes as soon as he could. "I was kind of planning on you reaching out to me, actually, but I don't know how you found me," he said. "I've wanted this for so long." "You know about me?" "Someone told me about you. I think you're the love of my life. I want to be your little cock-sleeve forever and ever and ever Daddy. I'd put a ring around your cock if it would fit." It wouldn't. I can go deep enough to put you in the hospital just by cumming. "And I have a surprise for you. Do you get cable?" "No." "I did something really naughty." This surprised me. I felt like I was on the defensive. "What, faggot? What'd you do?" "I made missing posters of myself and put them up all over the whole town. So now you can't drive me back for a long, long time because so many people will be looking for you." "What?" "I won't be like the others. I know better. I'll be here for a long, long, long time. You won't get bored of me. I promise." "You—" I was shocked, but a little flattered. I wanted to tear his god-damn head off his neck, but I wanted to fuck it first. He read my mind, dropped straight to his knees, pulled the sweats off my half-thick cock, and took every inch straight down to his stomach. He put two fingers up my ass and drank a load that I thought would choke him. He pulled his head back and smiled. He was a cute faggot, for now. "Alright," I said. "You'll get what you wished for." "They all did..." "What?" I was hoping he didn't know. I had a little secret I never bothered mentioning to any of my other sleeves. "Because you left a part of yourself with them forever, didn't you?" "You bet your ass I did," I said. He was stroking my cock with the palm of his hand, and I was getting harder already. "And now you gave me the same gift," he said, kissing the tip. "You pozzed me, Daddy..." I was hard as brick. "How'd you know, boy?" "Because the one who told me about you was my Dad... You did this to him twenty years ago, and he was disgusted with himself for the rest of his life. He got pozzed too and tried to keep it from us. I found a Polaroid he took of you, and when I saw you on campus leering at all my friends I put the pieces together. I won't make his mistake." He started kissing the tip again.He was right. I was starting to remember his father pretty well. He seemed pretty shaken. I heard from one of his buddies that he joined campus ministry. I was only thirty-nine then. There was a bit of a resemblance. But this kid wasn't his father's son. He had the soul of a pig, and had probably been in the closet so long that he couldn't go back. "Yeah. I gave you the gift. And your Dad. And the whole fuckin campus. And you look real fuckin' good in that missing poster." I turned him around and marched him to the fields. I bent him over and fucked him outside, in the daylight, standing up. He hadn't seen sunlight this whole time. "I'm never leaving..." "You're god-damn right, boy." They should've paid more attention in sex-ed. Too late, especially for the boy. His tongue is up my sweaty hole as I write this. He hasn't tired out this whole six months. Let's see how another six years does him.

Hooked up with a traveling top off sniffies. He’s a contractor for the electric utility and was staying at a hotel at edge of town. I finished up work, cleaned out good, pre-lubed my ass and headed over. He left door ajar, pushed it open and entered to find this sexy fit muscular dude with a hard cock in hand stroking as he watched me undress. I drop to my knees to start sucking him, we move to bed and get into 69. He’s rimming me good as I’m deep throating his cock. He made my pussy quiver with his facial hair rubbing against my ass. He had me get on my back and went between tongue fucking me and sucking my toes. That really turned me on and I begged him to breed me. He did just that. Spit on my ass and how cock and pushed in. My hole spasmed as it was being assaulted and penetrated. Finally it relaxed and he started gliding in and out and worked up a sizeable load. He shuddered as he shot his 7 day load. Felt the heat of cum flowing deep inside me. He stayed in and worked his load even deeper as I stroked and shot a huge load across my abs and chest. It was a perfect fuck. looking forward to more tomorrow.

Almost ready to get the GapeKeeper 75 next. The red one is my hubby's

I don’t understand how some men can pull out before they cum. They may as well just masturbate. I top because I need to feel the bottom’s hot tight asshole milking my cock. When I get close my cock and balls compells me to go in hard and deep and shoot my load inside him. I’ve seeded every man I’ve penetrated.

Berlin Pride was epic. Spent 2 weeks there and I can't even count how many loads were deposited in my pussy

LA-TEX (PART 2) This is the part that gets really blurry. I remember being taken down stairs to first a shower room that had a dim red light. The two staff took off my clothes and one held me up while the other inserted a hose up my ass giving me an enema. After 3 rounds I guess I was pretty cleaned out. Then one of them started applying some kind of oil to my body and they began to put the lower half of me into some kind of shiny black latex catsuit. Before they completely enclosed my body I felt a rubber band tie off my bicep and a needle injecting something into me! Damn! I suddenly felt so horny, I wanted to fuck, and even get fucked, just sex sex sex! The two zippered up my catsuit and let me into another dimly lit red room. Turning me around they seated me then had me lay back into a sling. As they were tying up my hands and feet into the straps, I looked around and saw a latex padded floor, latex padded walls and ceiling. One of them held a latex gas mask in front of me, and before slipping it over my head, he held my nostrils closed forcing me to take deep heavy hits off of a brown bottle. My head was swimming as they fitted the gasmask over my head. Looking up as I lay in the sling, I could see a TV mounted just above me, and it showed the entire bar watching me on the TV’s upstairs. I was going to be their entertainment for the night! Both staff stripped and dressed in heavy latex catsuits, with either a hood or a gas mask. I felt the ass and crotch area of my catsuit being unzipped, and I felt first a finger inside me with a burning feeling. That quickly passed and another hose inserted that pumped a warm slick liquid. As one of them began stretching my hole with his fingers, the other picked up a microphone and said to the men in the bar, “would winning numbers 1-6 come downstairs to claim your prize”.

I don't, and thus limit "underwear" to one of my favorite cockrings. And I don't mind one little bit when I catch some guy looking.

This kind of thing makes me laugh. I'm a bottom (pretty submissive, but also primal) and wear Andrew Christian briefs because the construction of the pouch is more comfortable for my cock. Nothing to do with loving taking dick and seed in my ass. If I'm getting fucked they're going down or off anyway, no matter what type they are.

This morning I was horny from the time I woke up. I went to brunch with friends and kept getting a semi and my shorts were soaked in precum. On the walk home I passed and ABS so I thought what the heck and I walked in. It was quiet. I went into a booth, nobody on either side and decided to just put my dick through the hole and wait. About 5-10 minutes later, I heard the door close in the booth where my cock was hanging through. I quickly felt a mouth on my dick and was instantly hard. He kept sucking me but I was really hoping for some ass. I pulled my cock back and whispered give me your ass. It was one of those booths with a larger hole so I could see him moving and pretty quickly his ass was presented. I’m not gonna lie, it wasn’t a pretty ass but I was horny. I slowly pressed the head of my dick against his hole. His ass was loose and well used so I was able to push all the way in on the first thrust. After about a minute of fucking, I started getting streaks of cum back on my dick. I was already so horny so I decided to just let it go and shot a huge load in him after about three minutes of fucking. I was about to pull my shorts up but I saw a guy watching through the hole on the other side. My dick was covered in cum from the guys ass and I was still leaking the last drops of my load. I pivoted around and put my dick through the other hole. That guy licked all the cum off and to my surprise, backed his ass right onto my cock. He was much tighter and at first the sensation was almost too much because I had just cum. I kept fucking though and it started to feel real good. I fucked this bottom for about 15 minutes through the glory hole before I shot another load. I pulled up my shorts left the place to go on with my day. I’m still horny and just signed up for some Sniffies cumdumps this afternoon or evening.

Over the next few weeks during my hospitalization the young nurse, working on my ward or not, would sneak into my room. His mouth would get me hard and he’d sink his usually cummy hole onto my ridged toxic poz pole. I must have attempted to knock him up a two dozen times. Each time he would get as excited as if it were his first time. His gratitude was immense! I loved shooting toxic poz cum into his willing ass. Every time my orgasm was immense, as if I wanted to put every part on myself, all of my light and all of my deepest darkest self, deep into this young man. In doing so somehow I was staking an irreversible claim on the gold mine of his being. Yet at the same time I didn’t want to be the one to poz his ass. Not out of any moral qualm. No, he was a consenting adult. If not me he was so determined he’d find another person to knock him up. No, I didn’t want to be the one to end the excitement of his chase. Yes, he could move on to other thrills. Like the thrill I was feeling in filling a willing victim with my toxic seed. But the adrenaline rush and danger of the risk would end. And this tint of fear for him was not just in the sexual consummation of unsafe sex. It was in the wait. ‘Is this the time the fuck flu will follow in a week or two? Is this the sexual health clinic visit where I will get the fateful news that I have indeed seroconverted? Is this the time I will have to face the question, ‘How will I really feel knowing I’ve taken on the life sentence of this disease coursing through my veins even if undetectable. Fuck … will the drugs even work their magic on me? Or will I be one of that unlucky minority that the drugs don’t work on? Will these moments of folly for momentary selfish sexual pleasure in the end shorten my life?’ But I also knew all this just added to the thrill for this promiscuous cum slut whore. Despite my mixed feelings I kept sticking it to him and flooding his ass with my biohazard. The first guy and the nurse had awakened a deep dark side of my soul. A side of me that relished such a power over willing victims. It was as if in some way they were willingly handing me the power to fill them with the dark power of death. I found I now wanted to merge with such a dark force in other men’s souls. Yes, it was as if I had finally found my tribe by traveling more fully down this obscure road of being the breeder of uninhibited poz dark life force. When the nurse told me he had two friends, two fuck buddies, who desperately wanted me to knock them up I didn’t hesitate to agree. When I met them, I realized I would have been crazy to turn down sex with these young gorgeous men. The first was a black man with a trained swimmers body. His skin was so silky, shiny and dark. Our naked bodies slipped together like taylor designed fitted silk sheets. His stereotypical huge black cock looked and felt amazing sliding into my hairy white hole. The look on his handsome face as he ejaculated deep inside me was animalistic and stunningly beautiful. Yes, he was a top, a tops top. Every man he met in sexual encounter submitted to his beautiful raw member claiming their ass, even if they had never bottomed before. When I learned this, I expected he would want a blood slam, or artificial insemination of my poz biohazard juices. But no, he wanted me to be the first and only guy to fuck him. He wanted me to do so as long as it took to give him even more power to make men succumb and give their asses and lives away to his magnetic personality, sexually domination, and toxic power. Every time we met, he would dominate me. He’d greet me naked at his front door, pull me inside, strip me in his front hallway and then lead me by my cock to his sex playroom. I would then be strapped into the sling. He’d expertly eat out my ass and prelube me with spit alone. He especially loved when I arrived with a load or four on board. He’d feltch some out and snowball the cum and ass juice for me to swallow. Then his magnificent horse cock would start it’s magic journey deep into my gut. He’d relentlessly fuck me, often for forty-five glorious minutes. Only then would there be this ever so subtle shift in his chest that let me know he was about to loose complete and utter control. The wild panther in him would take over. His handsome face would contort into what could best be described as a snarl. He would pant heavily as if in panicked distress to get his breath. His entire body would be convulsing and I could usually feel blast after blast of his cum painting my gut walls. Very rare when a guy cums so deep inside me. I figured it must be the power and force with which his come fired out of his big cock slit. Then for me, and no one else, he would climb in the sling and submit his powerful ass to my ‘death stick’. I loved the site of my raw dad cock disappearing in his tight silky black pucker hole. I would usually have only a moment to slide my hands over his strong shoulders, eight pack, and soft magic black skin. Then I too would loose control blasting everything in me deep into this stunning black swimmer hunk. Then would come my gratitude fuck. It never lasted as long as the first but as he struggled to get his breath after such a powerful orgasm his lips would cover mine in a passionate kiss. It was as if he was needing me to give him mouth to mouth resuscitation. I not only had a second one of his loads in my gut, but I had also brought him totally out of control and I was the one breathing his next life into him with my kisses and powerful toxic seed. The second was like a Viking warior. Muscles for days, long braided cooper coloured hair shaved at the sides and back of his head. Scruffy beard. And where is skin wasn’t covered with Celtic tattoos it was covered with freckles. His magnificent cock was thicker than anything that had ever gone up my ass. And yes, he too was 100 percent top. He was only allowing me to fuck him to receive my toxic seed. And chose this method after hearing his black friend was taking it directly from my cock. He wanted to be converted to convert. His goal was To knock up as many of the men who flocked to him as he possibly could. And they flocked to him! There were at least three of his harem of bottom wanabees at every one of our sexual encounters. Their specific job was to win a ride on his thick stick by fucking and breeding me as I took him from behind. No missionary or kissing with this macho man! I would arrive at the hotel room he had arranged so his playroom would never be defiled by his level of stoop to submission. His three slaves would ceremonially stirp him. Then they would attack me ripping everything I might be wearing to shreds until I too was stark naked. Then he would have me choke on his cock until he was satisfied I was totally humble before him. Only then would he bend over the bed offering his ass for me to mount doggy style. This was man sex, savage, vicious. The ongoing assault on my ass as I fucked him kept me from cumming as soon as I often did. Even his minions breeding my ass over and over didn’t trigger my ejaculation. His verbal abuse and demanding I seed his ass and knock him up didn’t even bring me over the top. I frequently wondered if I was even going to be able to cum, and if not, I worried what would his punishment be? And then it would happen, his ass would orgasm and milk my biohazard load deep into him. I would barely finish, and he would jump up, pin me on my back to the bed, throw my legs over my shoulders and piston his thick tool into my dripping ass. I never failed to feel I would be torn apart. Thankfully I was always rewarded with him viciously blasting his copious load deep into my gut. These encounters only started two weeks after my orthopedic doctor declared I was completely and totally healed. Ready to return to all pre accident activities. The Viking was my first success. He came down with a vicious fuck flu after only three of my breedings. I was summoned immediately, and the two of us bred his harem of six negative bottoms to celebrate our success. I loved the sex with the black swimmer and was very pleased that it took a dozen passionate love making sessions before he got sick, and the positive blood test was conclusive. For the next six months or so I bred my cute gay male nurse. Every time his test results came back negative. He was not upset, this allowed him to continue with his dangerous chasing game. His ass was taking strangers loads as frequently as ever. He even had regular sessions with his two top friends after I knocked them up. Negative test followed negative test. My encounters with him ended when my doctor put me back on meds and I was soon once again undetectable. As far as I knew and expected I had infected two top studs. I often reflect on how many willing men they have passed on my strain. All thanks to that cute young night nurse. The end

It was a frustrating yet very rewarding week to say the least! I had to fly out to the west coast to visit my most demanding manufacturing client. This idiot demands the sun and the stars, all at budget prices, but at least the trip got me away from my wife who was being a real bitch this last month. The trip was supposed to take a week, but I managed to get it all wrapped up in four days. With the return flight, hotel and rental car already booked for the week, I decided to play tourist and find a nice place to eat and relax. I don’t know the city that well so I wound up at the outskirts of the city, but noticed a place named “LA-TEX”. I kinda thought it might be a fusion of Texas BBQ with some kind of Los Angeles fusion. What the hell I said, as I walked in. The place was a mix of a dark steakhouse with lots of booths, a few tables but lots of big screen TV’s all around. I was surprised there were no female waiters or customers, but there weren’t too many patrons there anyways and I was here for the food. I have to say, the food was really good, and I got lots of attention from the waiter, asking me where I’m from, was I married, how was my trip, how long was I staying. After that huge meal and about 6 drinks, the place started getting very busy. So I unsteadily moved from my booth to the bar to continue drinking. Soon lots of guys, an older crowd, were filing in and seemed intent on getting good positions to watch the big TV’s. As I ordered my next drink, I began massaging one of my should muscles to get rid of the tension from the last week. The bartender, an older, husky guy with a beard served my drink but came around from the bar and began massaging my shoulders. Three quarters drunk, I didn’t care and it felt really good, so I closed my eyes and enjoyed it. I opened my eyes and saw my new drink and pounded it back. Hell If I’m getting treated this good, I’m staying a while. But the drink did have a bitter taste to it. As the bartender went back to work after pouring me another drink, I was getting really drowsy and feeling really loose. I tried to swivel my head to see what was on the TV’s and thought I saw gay porn playing. I tried reaching for my drink but kept missing the glass. That’s when I thought I heard the bartender call out to the crowd, “get your drinks now, the show’s going to begin in 15 minutes”. That’s when the bartender and my waiter lifted me out of my chair, telling me they were taking me downstairs to a special room where I can rest.

A “top” is my fuck toy,he is my penetrateur, seducer, lover, corruptor, dominator, who uses me to fulfill my desire to pleasure him and in return he rewards me with his seed.

Yes. Most of the Tops i have been with are like You in this respect, or at least claim to be. i can either take them at face value or impose my own ideas on them of who i think they are or perceive them to be. It gets back to my opening statement that i do not think there is one standard definition and that we may have general ideas for the sake of crude identification, the "Top" is in the details that may or may not mesh with the receivers desires/needs for a "Top." i have encountered guys who start out Top and evolve into versatile or even total bottom... lots of stories on BZ from guys who have changed that way, and vice versa, guys who tried bottoming and found out they don't want/need that. To me, neither sets a "standard definition" that i feel all should aspire to fit into. i think it's the other way around, words are there to help us convey the individual using them, not as a standard they have to conform to. The FB i relate in my OP is a good example... he seems to be finding need/want beyond the Top needs/desires that bonded to my bottom needs/desires for several years. i've even tried to fuck him because i really love him and want him to get what he wants/needs, but despite trying, i only get hard when a Top wants to breed me and i could not do it. And even if i could physically pull it off, i (personally) still do not believe that's a good idea, because even if he gets the physical part of a top in him, he would not be getting the psychological part of a top in him... and to me, that's as important, if not more so, when it comes to good, whole and sustainable sexual relationship with another. i think it's incorrect reasoning to say that because i have a functional penis i should Top, and worse, i think it's sort of obnoxious to imply or say that one is being selfish or is somehow inferior because they don't have the same desire or need that "I" have. There's all sorts of examples. i've encountered guys who wanted to suck on my hole and eat scat from it. They could posit that since everyone has a functional mouth that everyone should eat shit. Sure, everyone with a mouth has that capability, but not everyone has the need or desire. i do not think it makes one or the other any better or worse, superior or inferior, selfish or unselfish. It means they have a particular need/desire and instead of imposing that on everyone with a mouth, they need to find a compatible match, someone who needs/desires them as they are. And, those people exist. What it comes down to, as i see it, is compatibility. i only want to be with someone who wants/needs me as much as i want/need them. If another guy is a bottom or versatile who needs/wants a top, i'll give a hug and a kiss, but won't pretend to want/need something i don't because they want/need it. If i really like a guy and have a connection with him, i may try to help him get what he wants/needs, but i won't pretend to be that person. But that's me, and i have always found enough compatible Tops to sustain that i'm not delusional lol.

Even as a little (5,6 y's old) I felt that I didn't need to allow things to happen I didn't like. Example: At our church there was an old couple named Swanson, that ran a little vacuum cleaner shop over on Broadway. When I was a little kid (5,6?) there was a coffee hour in the basement, and Lilly Swanson and that pasty-faced husband of hers were always there. Every time she got a chance at "coffee-hour", that old toad would find my grandmother to blab at, and actually pet me under my chin. This happened over and over and over, month after month, and finally I had enough. I tried any number of times to shake free of grandma's hand, get away, but it was crowded, and gram knew I'd probably run into someone, or whatever. One fine Sunday after services (I know I wasn't tall enough yet for my head to be even with grandma's waist, and she was hardly tall), that hideous old crone Lilly Swanson pulled her usual routine, and started the detested stroking my chin. This time, however, I kicked her in the shin as hard as I possibly could. The old bitch screamed, grandma gasped, and my mom grabbed me by the arm and hauled me outta there post-haste. I don't recall if I got a beating for it, but I've never forgotten the thrill of standing my ground, even as a little kid, refusing to accept that which I detested, and kicking that old woman as hard as I could. It's one of my very favorite memories of early childhood. Even as a little kid, there was only so far someone could push me before I pushed back even harder.

Never been fucked by a guy, but I remember being fed by my 13 year old friend when I was 8 after church on Sundays

I sort of agree, with a major exception: any population, whether defined by national origin, ethnicity, religion, race, sexual orientation, gender identity, or whatever, gets a veto over names bestowed by those outside the community. The various indigenous peoples of the Americas never consented to being called "Indians" (nor, in fact, were they consulted about lumping them all into one huge category). Many such terms applied by the white majority in power were (and/or are) intended as pejorative at best, vile slurs at worst. In such cases, there's no agree to disagree; we call people what they ask to be called.

I don’t know. I think it’s mean. I never do that.

Some of you may have seen some of my other posts talking about how I eat my own cum all the time. Well this time around I started saving it, I had about 35 loads saved in the freezer, then thawed them out and drank them down. I made another post asking if anyone had any recommendations for making my loads bigger, never got any replies 😞 Yellow container is one of two I had saved, glass is them combined and thawed.

Chapter 5 – Lyle Takes It In chapters 1 through 4, I recount a weekend of using my friend Doug as my slave. This was a flip from a scene we played out a few weeks ago where I was his slave. We’re spun out on T and G, and Doug is now being fisted by Lyle, who just flooded Doug’s ass with cum. Lyle had his fist embedded in Doug’s ass. Instead of poppers, I brought the pipe up to the head of the sling and had Doug take a few hits. He blew out some substantial clouds. Then, I stopped and fed Lyle some, too. Of course, I smoked a bit too. I was enjoying watching Lyle fist Doug. He would get deep inside him before pulling back, using the thickest part of his hand to expand Doug’s hole. When he went deep, he’d get a look of concentration on his face that told me he was still trying to figure out the way through Doug’s bend and into his colon. Doug was happy no matter what was happening. He had a hot guy fisting his ass and was spun out and loving his slave time. Lyle stood up and braced his arm against his body. From behind, his sweet, round ass was tempting me. He told Doug that he wanted him to ride his arm. So, Doug hooked his feet around the sling stand and used them to pull himself forward and then push back from Lyle’s arm. It was hot to see Doug driving this process since he now controlled both speed and depth. He was getting Lyle in deep and would vary the speed between fast and almost painstakingly slow. Sometimes, when you’re getting fisted, you just want to feel every inch of movement through your ass, and Doug was experiencing that. Looking down, I could see the hairs around Doug’s hole dragging through the lube on Lyle’s arm. I was standing next to Lyle to watch this and had my hand on his ass. I was roaming around and discovered that Lyle had spread his legs to give me better access to the sensitive parts of his ass. That interested me. I probed around Lyle’s hole now. He hadn’t really been into having his ass worked over in the past, but maybe tonight was going to be different. I rubbed over and around it, putting my fingers in my mouth to get some saliva to make things slicker. I was rubbing and massaging when Lyle said, “Get some lube on your hand.” I lubed up my fingers, not really expecting to need my whole hand on Lyle’s ass. Having some lube here made the rubbing easier. I cautiously inserted a finger into Lyle’s hole to see how he would respond. I assumed all was well since he pushed back on the finger. So, I finger fucked Lyle while he was fist fucking Doug. I added another finger, then a third to my work on Lyle’s hole. It was exciting to see this man, who I had known as a mostly exclusive top, giving up his hole to me. Lyle and Doug were tiring out of this position, so Lyle suggested he sit down again. I was bummed since that would likely mean that he was done having me play in his hole. Lyle sat and resumed fisting Doug. Soon, he looked over at me and asked if I had a small butt plug. “For you?” I asked. He nodded, and I found my smallest plug. It was more of a medium size rather than a small one, but Lyle said he could take it. I lubed it up, he got up, I shoved it in (it went in more easily than I expected), and he sat down again. He didn’t take his fist out of Doug’s ass the whole time. Lyle was moving around on the plug, letting it hit different areas in his ass. He kept fisting Doug, but he was slowing his pace. Obviously, he was tiring out from the exertion. Doug noticed it and suggested a break. All agreed, and Lyle pulled out of Doug’s ass. Doug got out of the sling and walked over to the bed. I suggested that Lyle get in the sling, and I could work over his ass a bit. Lyle climbed into the sling. I helped get him situated with his feet in the stirrups and sat down on the stool at the foot. Damn, his ass looked great with the butt plug in it. First, I grabbed the plug and did some small rotating motions with it. I was determined to keep this within Lyle’s comfort, so I regularly checked in with him to ensure everything was OK. He was liking what I was doing, so I pulled back on the plug. It wasn’t enough to get it out, but it pulled back on the muscles around his hole. Oh yeah, his hole. Even though his body was smooth, Lyle had a nice dusting of hair around his hole. Like all the rest of his body hair, it was light brown and looked so sexy. I got to a point where I pulled the plug out and asked Lyle if he wanted it in again. “Fuck, yeah,” was his response. Obviously, he was liking getting his ass worked over. I stuck it in again, twirled it, and pulled it back out. And repeated that a few times. “Want something bigger?” I asked. “Sure.” I selected a realistic dildo that was on the larger size and asked Lyle if this was OK. He nodded, so I lubed it up to go into his ass. This was turning out to be better than expected. I thought Lyle would fist Doug and maybe me, but I didn’t expect that I’d be working over his ass. While I was prepping the dildo, I noticed that Doug was kneeling on the floor near me so that he could watch this, too. I placed the dildo at the entrance to Lyle’s ass and asked again if he wanted it. He assured me that he did, so I shoved the head of the toy into him. It was a snug fit, and I let him get used to the feeling of an invader of this size in his ass. Once he seemed comfortable with that, I told him that I was going to push more in. He nodded, so I began to push. There was some resistance at first, but then he opened up and took in most of the length of the dildo. Wow, I did not expect this! Again, I let it stay in place for a while so that he could get used to being filled. Then, I started with some small vibrations and twisting motions. I soon got up to small thrusts. I didn’t want to scare him off by being too aggressive on his ass. “Fuck me,” Lyle said. I took that as the invitation I needed and pulled the toy all the way out. Then, I shoved it back in again. Out, then in, out, then in. Lyle was getting fucked by the dildo, and he was clearly enjoying it. He asked me to pause for a moment and he did some poppers. That relaxed and opened him even more, and I plowed the dildo in and out of his ass while he was soaring from the fumes. When he came down from the poppers, he looked at me and said, “I see why you guys like giving up your ass. Want my fist now?” Fuck, yeah, I did.

I agree. Thus, I don't use that word, as it is too amorphous in and of itself, to convey much of anything. I desire a mug of hot black coffee in the mornings, and I get it every single time I want it. I desire 3 squares a day, and I get them. I desire a new Ferrari too, but I don't have one. Merely desiring something and needing something are two different things. Needs are concrete, they are necessary and crucial to our well-being. Desires are more fluid, can vary from time to time, and are, by definition, unstable. The desire to have sex can be assuaged merely with your fist. The need for food, shelter, well being, overcomes desires every time. You're entirely correct, in that "desire" is fickle and and can move from one thing to another easily. From the Oxford: "a strong feeling of wanting to have something or wishing for something to happen" makes clear that there are stronger urges, more foundational orientations than mere desire. "Desire" is, as you describe, quite fickle and nimble. We see a shirt in some store we desire, but can easily walk away when it's out of stock, or costs more than we want to spend, or whatever. Desires can come, they can go, and are too fluid to hang any real behavior-pattern on. Finding the best descriptor isn't always easy, and it can be a chore, but it's useful when we have only typed words to communicate. We're denied our facial expressions, vocal emphasis, all of that. Total Tops don't "desire" being the active partner, they simply "need" to be the active partner. They simply are. Same goes for total bottoms. Interestingly, some are both, like NWUSHorny. We're a widely varying lot, aren't we?

A bunch of seconds and he asks me: ‘ where should we go? ‘ ‘Let’s got to the bedroom’ I said. he threw me up on bed, his hands all over me craving my body and hole. Feeling owned it’s something marvelous. In my mind I knew what risk I was getting into, not on prep at the moment and this huge guy was giving me all the possible vibes except the one that wanted to wear a condom. He removed his white shirt, toning well with his tanned skin. Few moments later he was without a single piece of fabric on his body and damn he was looking good. How could I resist a man like this trying to get raw into my hole, my mind twirled frantically. In a matter of seconds I was on my stomach, he grabbed my hips to bring my ass up. His huge tongue was up my hole doing circles and all sort of games with my hole lips. I was in heaven. Being rimmed it’s a huge deal for me. Oh man, he was good doing that, when a man is craving hole u can sense it and feel it. His hands were firmly grabbing my cheeks open letting his face be buried inside them. He stood up and away looking at my ass. He started poking my hole with his huge cock. Fuck he’s there now, I thought. “I’m not on prep, I’m not on prep” kept repeating myself, As if it was of any help in that moment. He pushed me completely on my stomach, he opened my thighs wide apart with his massive quadriceps and all his weigh was on my body looking for my hole with his cock. I couldn’t really move or do anything. He’s at least double my size. He tried few times up and down my hole looking for the perfect angle to shoot his thrust. He finally found it and god I felt used. I’m laying here completely helpless with my thighs wide apart and a massive man double my size entering my body through my raw hole. I shouldn’t allow this. But I need it. I need to feel owned, I’m just a hole after all. Well nevertheless to say, I’ve let him. I couldn’t say no anymore, he was big and thrusting in me deeply. How could I stop him?

A few months ago I was at a gay sauna in the south of spain where I live. I was being followed by a really hot young hairy guy. Very well defined and extremely hairy. He was a bit young for me, but because he was so beefy, well defined and goddam hairy I found him very attractive. He also had shaved hair and a beard. We started talking as he asked me where was good to go to in Town. He had been to a specific place the night before but told me all the guys were too young. He wanted to go somewhere where the guys were older. Like me. So, he was obviously interested. We started kissing and I realised very quickly that he was very active. Very dominant. As we were kissing, his had went down to my ass and fingered my hole. I had already been fucked earlier, so I was wet and inviting. This made him really hard. He took my hand and we went off to a cabin. He sat on the bed and told me to get on my knees. He spoke in English, but I would find out later that he was Italian. He ordered me to suck his cock which I did willingly. I was getting traces of cum and sweat off his cock. I deep throated him to show my compliance. He told me to get up on the bed and lie face down. I did so immediately. He went straight inside me without any hesitation or any form of verbal/non-verbal consent. Straight up. It took my breath away a bit because I wasn't expecting it. However, I will never refuse a top, especially a hot one that is already inside me, so I assumed my most subservient position and welcomed my fate. Once he was into his rythmn, he started pressing me down really hard, almost holding me down. This was a turn on, so I gladly submitted. Then he took his right hand and put it over my mouth. He held my mouth really firmly while he fucked me. And holding me in place so I had no where to go, and couldn't shout or scream for help. I fucking loved it. I was being held down and fucked with a hand over my mouth. I did a pretend squirm to see what would happen. He just held me down more firmly. When he was approaching orgasm, he gripped me harder until he eventually shot his load into me. He held me in place while his cock was inside me and we lay together, me with his arms wrapped around me and his cock still inside me. Leaking his seed. Was I now being cuddled by a man who had simultated rape? Or was it rape? After a while we chatted and he was from the north of Italy. He asked me if I wanted to be fucked by some other guys that night. I said yes. So, he took me by the hand and took me into the darkroom. He stood beside me, monitoring who was approacihing. In the dim light, he watched as several guys took their turn in fucking me. Between each one, he would stop the queue and he would fuck me again. Three guys fucked me and came, and between each one, the put his hand out and stopped the next one until he was back inside me and shot another load. My hole was gaping but was like silk. I welcomed each top but my italian boy wanted to push the seed of the other tops up further. I felt like I belonged to him and I welcomed it. I never saw him again after that night as he returned to Italy the next day. But, he has left me with a longing for rough, rape like, held down, mouth held shut sex. I long for it. Sometimes if I am face down being fucked I take the tops hand and place it over my mouth or around my neck. Sometimes this horrifies people and other times they catch on very quickly and carry on. But, I now long for a top that hold me down and force me to accept him just like my italian boy.

So I visited my monster thick cocked friend again. He met me at the door with a robe on and escorted me to his room where he opened his robe and said “suck my cock cum slut” and I fell to my knees as I stuffed the huge head inside my mouth. I can barley get the head in my mouth but I pushed my tongue into the hole of his cock and I could taste his pre cum. I was able to get my cloths off and I got on my knees on a towel he had placed down he ran 2 then 3 then 4 fingers in my ass before he said “your ass is ready” and he pressed the mushroom head against my hole. And I tried my best to arch my back and present him with a nice hole to fill. As soon as he is somewhat in it’s a ring of fire and I have to pull off and he puts more lube on and presses deep again. Im really struggling with open wing up this time for some reason and I keep pulling off. I try to relax and he presses in again this time it goes in and there is that “oh shit it’s deep hang on while I adjust” feeling and I hold it for a second and then I pull off when he grabs my hips and says where do you think your going and he pulls me into his cock and he holds it there and im like “shit im not ready” and I try to pull off and he keeps ahold of my hips and I move forward to laying fully flat on my stomach and I can feel the weight of him on top of me. Fuck he knows how to man handle me by this time im ok with his massive cock balls deep in my ass and he starts to fuck me slowly then his pace quickens and now he is full on pounding and all I can do is grip his sheets in front of me and he says “ you want this load you cum slut!” And I say “yes, give it to me, give me that load deep in my man pussy” and I hear him grunt and he kinda growls as his cock swells and he releases ropes and ropes of man seed deep in my hungry ass. I counted 8 pumps. He lays there for a second before he pulls out and I flip over and grab my phone and snap this pic. I don’t wipe or anything I just pull my underwear and pants back on and we chit chat for a min while I button up my shirt before he grabs his robe and escorts me to the door where I thank him and I climb back in my car where I can feel his load smeared all over my swollen man pussy. I was sore for 3 days but I have worked out my schedule for next week for another ground and pound breeding session.

The Soldiers –supporting our troops the Dr Mike Way (this story is part of the larger series of stories I have posted that started with - "DR Mike - Biohazard or Healer") It was a hot and muggy Thursday morning in Washington, DC and work at the office had been intense and beyond busy. I was so ready for the weekend, and having to walk to work on the hottest day of the year so far was the last thing I wanted to do. I had set the alarm for 4:00 a.m. and figured I would beat the sun and get to the office before it got too hot. I left the apartment at 5:00, it was only 75 degrees, so saw a few joggers, bicyclists, and some commuters, but otherwise the streets were pretty quiet. There were a couple guys cruising around the blocks looking for the last of the night’s prostitutes. I had not gotten fucked the night before, knew Dr. Mike would not be pleased, but I struck out and was also horny as fuck! I even tried to cruise a couple of the guys circling the blocks in case one of them was feeling really freaky and wanted my biohazard ass. Nothing. Twice a week I go a different way to work and stop by this little deli to pick up lottery tickets and knew they would be open and prepping for the breakfast crowd. I crossed the street, walked east around the traffic circle, and as I came around the corner of the hotel that faces the circle, saw a soldier leaning against the wall in front of the restaurant that faces 14th Street – the designated smoking area in front of the hotel. The soldier had on black boots, camo pants and jacket, and a maroon beret. He was taller than me, and had a good 30 pounds on me – all clearly muscle. The soldier was a few years younger than me with a hard jaw line and intense eyes that latched onto me the minute I saw him. As I closed the 10 feet between us, he put the cigarette between his lips with a huge right hand, took a long drag and finished it off, stood up straight, put it out on the sidewalk with his boot, and as I got near him he nodded his head and, “Hi, how are you this morning Sir?” Sir? Fuck I was not that old, but I stopped, held out my hand and said, “Great man, fucking tired and hating this heat. My shirt is wet already and sweat is running down my ass and I have only walked a few blocks.” The soldier laughed, shook my hand and said, “I hear you Sir, but this ain’t nothing to some of the places I have been recently and this shit humidity makes your balls stick together and wedge where they don’t belong.” The soldiers grip tightened on my hand and lingered a bit longer then was normal. No, couldn’t be. I must be dizzy from the humidity. He let go, reached into his front pocket, pulled out a pack of cigarettes and offered me one. I declined, so he lit up, and leaned back against the wall, taking long drags and looking at me. I decided what the hell, I knew all about don’t ask don’t tell, and the risk was exciting. I looked at the soldier’s uniform and it said BAKER in black letters. “Baker,” I said, “Are you in town visiting?” Stupid question I know. “Yes Sir,” the soldier said, “Here for a training course. I’m airborne forces for the army, but as a Captain I need some other skills too, so am here for a couple days with some others from my squad.” “You’re up awful early,” I said as I looked at his crotch and tried to get some idea of what the Captain was carrying. He saw my gaze, smiled through the cigarette in his lips, reached down with his left hand and did a slow stroke, shift of his dick that was hanging down his right pant leg. “Yes Sir,” Captain Baker said, “I could not sleep so decided I should get up and smoke a few and get the day started. Class today does not start until 14:00, so have to find a way to occupy my time.” Captain Blake said the last part with a sneer and a wicked look in his eyes. Here was a man looking for trouble and I was going to give it to him. “Man, the coffee I had before I headed out is starting to hit me. Do they have a bathroom in the hotel lobby?” I asked. Captain Baker nodded, smiled wide, “They do Sir. I am happy to show you,” as he started to lean down to put out his cigarette. “No man, finish that off,” I said, “You have to take everything you can that gives you a little joy and fun.” I hope he understood my hidden meaning. He just nodded, took several long, big drags, blew the smoke my way, and smiled. He finished up, stomped it out with his boot, and I followed him into the hotel. There was a clerk at the front desk off the left who was busy trying to explain to a woman the charges on her bill. The Captain and I walked down the hall to the right, past the elevators and past the sign that said Ballrooms, and around another corner until we saw the Men’s and Women’s signs and one for handicapped. Captain Baker stepped through the door marked with the handicapped sign, held it open for me, and I walked in, turned the light on and went to the toilet. I heard a CLICK, turned, and saw the Captain had turned a lock on the door. He then leaned against the wall by the sink and watched me. I set my backpack down on the floor, undid my belt, dropped my pants to the floor, and aimed. Nothing. Not a drop. My dick started to grow even though I was not jacking it, and now felt like my kidneys would burst as the feeling of having to piss was so intense. I started to blush as I was embarrassed and my whole plan to play it cool to get some cum and maybe do some stealth pozzing was going awry. I shook my head, Captain Baker snickered and said in a low voice, “Seems you have a problem. And so do I.” I looked over as the Captain undid his camo pants, dropped his shorts, and this gorgeous, fat, uncut dick fell out into his hands. He was pretty hard and his dick was almost bouncing up and down as the blood rushed to fill him up. I watched as Captain Baker bent down, pulled his pants partway back up, scrunching his dick up towards his stomach, and shuffled over to me. I did not know which way Captain Blake went – top or bottom – I did not care, I was determined to get that dick. As he was shuffling towards me, I bent forward, reached back and with my left hand pulled my left cheek to the side while with my right, drove my fingers in my ass and started digging at my guts. I wanted to be raw and bloody so the Captain could infect me with anything he might have or if I was lucky, I would get to add him to those I had infected on behalf of Dr. Mike. That must have done the trick as he let out a low moan like a Pit Bull that just got tossed a raw steak. Captain Baker got up behind me, roughly pushed my hands away. “Tell me what you need Sir?” Captain Baker said, still in a low voice. “What are my orders Sir?” Fuck – a – I was a bottom in charge! The Captain had dropped his pants and his dick was resting against my right hip. He was a good 10 inches and I reached back with my right hand, stroked it a few times and moaned a little and started gyrating my hips out of raw hunger. Captain Baker put his left hand on my hip, stopped me from moving and said again, “Your orders SIR!” As he said that, he shoved two fingers of his right hand into my hole using the sweat and whatever ass juice/blood might be there to ease his way. I moaned louder and Captain Baker covered my mouth with his left hand as the fingers on his right jammed in and out of my ass and then starting trying to stretch my hole and dig around. His fingernails found my gut walls and he dug in. I moaned loudly into his hand and pushed my ass back to let him know I wanted more of that. Captain Baker paused. He slowly withdrew his two fingers and I was suddenly afraid I had gone too far. He removed his hand from my mouth, leaned to my left ear and said, “Sir, we have to be quiet. You understand? I WILL make sure that you are Sir, you understand?” I just shook my head and kept looking forward. “Now Sir, I had asked you for my orders but believe you are not yet fit to command. You will do as I say now Sir. I have not fucked anyone since I left home, so I need you to take it like I want Sir. I will not stop once I start Sir.” He paused, I heard some rustling and thought fuck, he was grabbing a condom. “Sir, now here, open your mouth.” I turned my head slightly to the left and opened my mouth. As I did Captain Baker stuffed a bandana into my mouth, then with a couple fingers made sure the entire thing was in my mouth. My jaws were open and mouth full of his bandana to ensure I would stay quiet. The Captain then put his left hand on the back of my shoulder and pushed me forward. I bent forward, placed my hands on the toilet and arched my back so my ass was up and out. My dress shirt was scrunched up just above my ass, but Captain Baker pushed it a little higher, assumed he was looking at my biohazard tat, but did not say a word so knew he did not know what it was. Captain Baker moaned again, parted my cheeks, and this time four big fingers on his right hand drove themselves into my hole. I whimpered and moaned as Captain Baker found the spot he was digging at before in my guts and started digging again. He knew he was on target when I jumped and whimpered. This time he bent over, wrapped his left arm around my hips, pulled me back towards him as his right hand tore at my ass. He stood up, reached around and wiped his fingers that just came out of my ass across my face and under my nose leaving a trail of ass snot across my cheek and upper lip. I braced myself as Captain Baker placed his left hand on my hips again, and I could feel him guiding his dick towards my hole. The Captain’s hips pushed forward, trying to work his dick into my ass and once he realized he was lined up he paused, grabbed my hips with both hands hard, and SLAM FUCKED ME RAW! I moaned into the bandana stuck into my mouth and used all my strength to brace myself on the toilet. Captain Baker grabbed me hard and continued to push his dick dry into my ass. I could feel him tearing my hole. Even though I had been fucked a lot lately as part of Dr. Mike’s treatment program, being fucked rough and pretty dry by a big dick still did its damage and it was clear Captain Baker’s mission was to seek and destroy my asshole – RAW! The Captain’s dick served him well and forced my hole open. Every stroke hurt, but I wanted his dick so bad and was willing to do anything for it. The Captain suddenly pulled all the way out, and shoved four fingers back in there, forcing them deeper up my ass. He pulled them out and replaced with his dick as he drove it balls deep in one stroke. I tried to gasp, but had to breathe through my nose and sort of choked. Captain Baker was moaning now as he fucked – every stroke blasting my hole with big, fat, raw dick. He began pulling almost all the way out and slamming in, pulling out slamming in, faster and faster – and then stopped. My ass was on fire and I could feel his dick start throbbing, twitching, pulsing as he moaned. He stayed still for a good 10 seconds and I figured he had shot his load, but no, he started working my hole again. Now he was doing more controlled strokes, some short just in and out the hole, some balls deep, but the pace was steady and hard. I had no concept of time and the thought of getting caught did not even cross my mind, I just wanted my hole used by this soldier. Captain Baker’s fingers now dug into my sides, his nails cutting into my skin, and I could feel small trickles of blood begin to flow as his nails dug deeper and his fingers clenched into the flesh. I tried to gasp again and couldn’t. The Captain’s grip was squeezing me hard as his dick tore up my ass. I was having a hard time keeping my balance as his rhythm picked up and I then realized how loud the sound of his hips smacking into my ass was, but again I did not care. I started to moan and whimper as his dick was so deep he was making the feeling of having to piss so intense and I realized that with every thrust of his dick into my ass, a little bit of piss was dribbling out of my dick onto my shorts and dress pants. Captain Baker was breathing hard and dug deeper and deeper into my sides with his fingers and nails, I could barely breath as his moans got louder and louder and his spit was flying as he said, “OH SIR, OH SIR, FUCK – YES – YES – FUCK SIIRRRRR!!!” The Captain unloaded his fire of stream after stream of hot cum into my shredded ass. I could feel it hitting its target and the additional wetness lubed my ass up and allowed him to get even deeper as he continued to fuck me and his dick bucked and unloaded. The Captain slowly began to ease up his pace and his dick barely softened. I was moaning almost non-stop from the ecstasy and the need of having to piss. His breathing was almost back to normal as he continued to move his hips and work his cum into my ass. I tried to push myself to a standing position, but he pushed me back forward and kept pumping. A few minutes later he stopped. His dick was still inside me as Captain Baker allowed me to stand up straight. He stopped me from removing the bandana by covering my mouth with his left hand and said, “I needed to make sure it took Sir.” I didn’t know what he meant, as the Captain put his right arm around my chest and pulled me back into him and continued, “You see Sir, on my last deployment there was this hot little girl who used to come to base. She did laundry and stuff for my squad, but was also our whore. Well, let’s just say we had a lot of fun with her, but she sent several of us home with a surprise.” “I got AIDs,” Captain Baker said softly as his left hand tightened over my mouth and his right arm held me even tighter. I was breathing fast with excitement, but he must have thought it was fear and even if I wanted to scream or run, I could go nowhere’s as I was impaled on his dick. “I know Sir, I know. Now Sir you will have me with you always as I am not on any meds – can’t at base – so my cum is like a SCUD missile,” Captain Baker said. “I made sure to tear your ass up good before I started, remember?” I started breathing even faster and my dick was so hard with a mixture of piss and cum leaking out. Captain Baker eased his hold with his right arm and pumped his still hard dick a few times and said, “I coated your guts with my AIDs cum up one side and down the other. My best friend from boot camp is the base doc, so for now, the army does not know. I’ll be out soon - in about a year, and have been looking for a good piece of ass to come home to, now I got you Sir.” My eyes got really wide and I thought what the fuck? As he pulled his dick out of my ass, Captain Baker turned me to face him and said, “I’m going to take the bandana out now. What do you say Sir?” My mouth was dry and did not seem to quite work after the bandana had sucked up all the spit I could make. “Thank you Captain, thank you for marking me as your ass.” I said softly. Captain Baker smiled, put his hand on my shoulder and said, “Now Sir, wash off your face and get dressed. I think you need some more airborne dick that is full of AIDs cum, follow me. I got a couple guys from my squad upstairs who need a wake-up call and they are going to enjoy helping me train you to be a good AIDs whore for some big old Army dick!” Well, once we left the bathroom, I stopped in the lobby, used the payphone to call the office and left a message to say I was sick. I then followed Captain Baker to the elevators and we passed the front desk clerk in the hallway who gave us both a nod and a big old knowing smile. Captain Baker stepped into the elevator, pushed 8, and the doors closed. He looked at me with an evil smile, rubbed his dick, and nodded as he pulled a cigarette out and lit up. My plans to do some stealth pozzing of my own did not quite work out, but that was OK. What better way to support the troops then to give them their own AIDs whore and biohazard ass?

The next evening, he entered my room at the start of his shift, careful to close the door, spun around beside my bed and showed off the wet spot in the ass of his scrubs. “Amazing!” I exclaimed. “How many loads?” As he dropped his drawers and pushed his cummy ass toward me he quietly said; “Just have a taste first daddy, I’ll give you details after we’ve both had our fun.” My mouth was on his ass in no time and a big gob of cum and ass juice was soon squirting into it. “Mmmmm, yum. It all tastes so fresh.” As he turned and tidied himself, he explained; “Great day at the cruising woods. I scored three loads in the ass within 45 minutes. One of my favorite hospital cleaners just saw the spot on my scrubs, pulled me into his supply closet and dumped another load in me. He’s a beautiful hairy Arab. God, I love his hairy body on my back and huge raw cock shooting up my ass. We may hurry but we always strip naked to do the deed.” “Fuck you are such a slutty cum dump.” I followed “Takes one to know one. Right daddy?” “Oh, you got that right. That’s for sure.” “Well let’s get you better and out of here so you can get back to collecting.” During the course of the night we sucked each other off two times. There was another male nurse working the floor with him and he proudly reported this tall skinny nurse had planted yet another load in his ass when they stepped outside on their break in the wee small hours. A security guard had caught them and offered to go next but they begged off as they needed to get back to the floor. My nurse had promised the young Pakistani guard he could claim his ass and plant his load after their night shift was finished. When he stopped in at the end of his shift, he said he’d be off for three days. He hoped I’d be at least out of bed when he came back to work. I reminded him of his date with the Pakistani security guard. He assured me he hadn’t forgotten. In three days, I greeted his return sitting in the chair beside my bed. He congratulated me and teased; “So how many guys have you sucked off while I was gone.” “You nasty fucker!” I good naturedly chided. “You know no one gives it up as easy as you do.” “Yeah, that’s probably true. Which reminds me, I haven’t had a chance to give up my ass to you yet.” He winked. His night progressed as usual with his busy schedule. I stayed up in the chair as long as I could. I rang the call bell and let him know I could use help to get into bed for the night. “Nice. Glad to help. Anything else you might need help with first?” followed by his naughty wink. He then reached under my loose hospital gown and found me my hardening cock. He closed the door and came back to strip me before slipping out of all his clothes. He looked great in them, he looked fabulous naked. My raging cock was soon messaging his tonsils. After a bit he emptied his mouth to let me know. “I want this beauty in my ass daddy. Do you think we can manage that without hurting your pelvis?” “I’m certainly willing to give it my best try.” I enthusiastically responded. “Well just let me do all the work. A night administrator just prelubed my hole with the best cum lube in a bathroom stall on the second floor.” “How do you get any work done?” I exclaimed. “I’m quick, not to worry.” His cummy hole slid over my rock-hard cock and felt so hot and warm. “Just let me know how we’re doing. I don’t want to hurt you.” “So far, so fuckin good, thanks.” I needed to slow him down a couple of times, but he took instruction well. Further, despite any discomfort I was enjoying this great fuck. At one point it occurred to me I hadn’t told him I was on a meds break. Assuming such a sexually active cum dump was on Prep I just let the thought go and put all my attention to enjoying this phenomenal and unexpected bareback fuck. Even knowing what his answer would be when I was getting close, I warned him and asked. “Where do you want my poz load?” “Oh, fuck yeah daddy, breed me, come deep in my ass. Oh, fuck I love a good poz load!” I was blasting before he finished talking and so was he. His ass orgasm milked every last drop of toxic cum out of me. When he stood, he turned to give me a kiss. Scooping some of my load from his ass he fed some to me and tasted some for himself. “Fuck daddy, that was amazing. The only thing I would change given a chance would be your undetectable status.” “I bet while you’re on Prep it’s probably extra exciting to take unmedicated loads.” I mused, anticipating sharing my surprise. “Who’s on Prep? Fuck no, that would just take all the risk out of being such a piggy cum dump whore.” It was his turn to surprise me. “But your medical training, you’re a nurse. I just assumed you must be on Prep.” “You know what assumptions make of all of us.” He asserted. “Never had a condom in this ass, and never ever have I even considered going on Prep.” The blood drained from my face, “I’ve been on a meds break for a few months. I never would have entered you raw had I known.” “Fuck man, so you are telling me your highly toxic cum is seeping into my blood stream as we speak.” “Fuucckkk, I’m so sorry.” I cried “Sorry, sorry for what? I just wish I’d known I was taking toxic seed when you blasted deep inside me. This is fucking amazing. I couldn’t be happier. I’ve been chasing for a year and a half now. The last three toxic loads didn’t take. Now I get the excitement of waiting to see if I get sick, if you succeeded in knocking me up. Fuckin awesome man. Fuckin awesome. Wow, the risk just makes me hornier. …But damn, I got to get back to work. I’ll be back later to celebrate; God I hope you’re ready by then to pump another toxic bullet in me. Fuckin awesome!” And he was gone. I was left shacking my head in amazement,

Athletic Trainer 4 Brad was still stroking his hard dick while thoroughly eye raped Luke up and down a few times as he walked out of Luke's place and heading down to 7010. Luke has no idea how much Brad is attracted to him. It was not an accident that he came to the college where Luke is. He acted like a carefree horny dude that can't be tamed by anyone, but deep down he would say yes to anything Luke wants to do. When he hooks up with the college guys around his age, none of their holes were as good as Luke's. He's only fucked Luke a few times in a truth or dare type of situation because Luke wouldn’t just agree to be a bottom that easily. Brad remembers those times watching Luke's manhole very slowly open up for him but he could barely get half of his head in him. With everything hump, Luke's hole opened up for his hard cock a little bit more. Luke’s mouth stayed open in an O shape, leaning his head back and was moaning softly with his eyes closed. Luke's hole was so tight that it created a strong suction effect when Brad started thrusting his dick in and out of him. Brad headed down to his car first and gave himself a small slam just because. “Fuck …..” Brad said after ripping off the tie on his bicep then raised his arm up next to his face. He button his short sleeve linen shirt all the way, put some baby oil in his hand and greased up his body while feeling his own muscle. As his hand reached into his shorts and started stroking, he saw Noah parked near the building. “Perfect” Brad had a grin on his face and decided to look through his bag and changed into a white runner shorts. He got out of the car pretending to walk toward the condo and took a peek at Noah and saw that he was unloading his groceries and was struggling to carry everything all at once. He walked towards him and said “Hey Noah. Do you need a hand?” Brad said to Noah. Noah’s head popped out from behind a nearly overflowed paper grocery bag. He also didn't recognize Noah because he had a new hairstyle since they last saw each other. His hair brushed back nicely. He's wearing a pair of jeans, mint green button up shirt and leather suspenders. Noah's ass is by far his favorite. They almost seemed like they couldn't be contained by his jeans. “Un….yeah. I do. Brad, right? How have you been “ said Noah “I’m doing well but I have to go to the bathroom really badly all the sudden” “Oh…umm” Noah handed the three paper bags in his arms to Brad then pulled out his phone and clicked a few things. “There. If you don't mind taking those to 7010 on the 7th floor, I just unlocked my door so you can use my bathroom if you want. I'll be right behind you. I just gotta get my equipment bag out and paper towels.” “Gracias” Brad said and started walking to the building. Noah paused for a second because he was distracted by Brad's shorts. He thought he saw the head of Brad's dick coming out of his shorts but he couldn't really confirm as Brad getting further and further so he turned his attention back to getting his stuff out of the car When Brad got out of the bathroom, he found Noah finishing putting the last of his groceries in the lower half of the fridge on his knees. He walked up next to Noah so his crotch is at Noah's eye level. Noah looked to his right and paused for a few seconds then he looked away pretending he didn't notice anything and hoping Brad didn't either. Noah attempted to carry on a normal conversation and said “Thank you for carrying the groceries for me” “Go ahead” Brad lightly whispered “Hmm!?” Noah finished putting the last of the grocery in the fridge and avoided turning to his right sway. He tried to pretend that he didn't hear Brad” “I saw you looking, boy so I'm letting you know that you can have it” Brad said it softly to Noah Noah turned to his right but before he could look up. Brad’s hard mushroom head is just in front of his mouth. A droplet of precum looks like it's about to fall off his dick. Noah stuck his tongue out and licked that droplet off Brad's dick. Then wrap his lips around Brad's head and moved around in a circular motion focusing on Brad's head. “Damm…..you give good head. Boy. Do you want one of these?” Brad held up two unopened syringes in his hand. Noah didn't know what to say and was wondering whether Brad knew he gets high or if he's just trying his luck. Brad saw Noah's face and thought he seems confused so he held up an orange cap in his other hand and said “I saw this in your bathroom. It was just on the bathroom counter so I assumed you like to have fun” then he gave Noah a big smile. Noah thought “damn it. I left that out? I'm an idiot”. Before Noah went to the grocery store, he went over to some guy's house and got fucked by 3 anonymous guys. He was already high from smoking so he decided to slam him before he go to his hookup. Noah gave Brad a few nods then Brad teased him and said “I don't know what that meant” and continued to smile and enjoy Noah’s mouth. “Yes” Noah responded “Yes what?” Brad asked “Yes daddy. Please slam me” Noah said while he slowly slid his mouth along Brad’s dick and watched it slowly disappear in his mouth, feeling it deeper and deeper in his throat. Both of his hands are twirling around his own nipples. “That's a good boy. Do you have distilled water?” Brad asked Noah point to a cabin door just behind Brad “Perfect. Do you want to take it to the bedroom or out here in the living room” Brad asked. Noah knew his place playing the submissive role and did not stop sucking Brad’s dick to answer the question. Brad got even more excited that Noah passed the sub 101 test. Both of his hands grabbed the back of Noah's head and said “let daddy test how your throat feels once then we can smoke a little bit, ok boy. Hold still and look at me. Look at me” Brad didn't notice it earlier but Noah's eyes are still slightly dilated. He must still be feeling his high from earlier. “Now take a deep breath and relax your throat. You can tap on my legs if I go too fast. Now relax….. relax. Keep all of your focus on daddy's dick. Feel where it is then open up a path to your throat for Daddy's dick” Noah can barely open his mouth big enough to his Brad's dick in. A third of the way in, Noah tapped on Brad's legs. Immediately Brad let loose of his head but he quickly said “I won't push but you are not allowed to take my dick out until your nose touches my pube. Understood?” With Brad's dick in his mouth Noah couldn't not this time so he gave Brad a thumb up. Brad's hands let but they are still behind Noah's head. “Take a deep breath with your nose and slowly let it out…….. do it two more times and look at me when you do it” Brad's teal color eyes maintain eye contact with Noah and smiled at him with the look of approval “Now. Take another deep breath then instead of letting it out from your nose. I want you to say ‘ahh’ and let the air out slowly and evenly, lasting as long as you can. As soon as your nose touches my pube we'll take a break, ok? Noah gave Brad a thumb up once more then held Noah's head with the same amount of tension just moments ago. “Hang on. I almost forgot. It's your lucky day bc I just got it today” Brad pulled out maximum impact and a nicely folded rag from his bag, he sprayed rag, folded a thin layer over the spot he sprayed it on then he quickly covered Noah's nose with it. “Take it in as much as you can for daddy. As much as you need to surrender your throat Noah's felt the aerosol breeze into his nostrils and repeated it two more times. The last thing he heard Brad said was “now relax and say ah”. Even though Brad continued to give Noah instructions to open up, he couldn't hear what he said for a few seconds. The pulsing darkness closed in on him very quickly. He could feel Brad’s dick going deeper in his throat while his eyes were closed. Brad still held on to the back of his head tightly and brought him forward. “Oh damn….good job boy it feels amazing” Maximum impact finally gradually wore off. Noah could feel Brad's dick moving back and forth in his throat but he didn't remember that he got it in all the way but he realized he did when he opened his eyes. Realizing what was happening, his gag reflex all the sudden kicked in. Brad let him go this time but the sensation of his dick pulling out of his throat felt weird and made him choke for a second. He coughed a few times then he felt Brad lifting him up by his armpit then he wrap one arm behind him around his waist and ass pulling him closer and the other grab the back of his head and made out with him. Brad’s hard cock pressing against him. Noah grabbed it with his hand and was amazed by its girth. “I can't believe that went all the way in my throat” he thought Two of them passionately made out. The tongue battles in their locker mouth until Brad finally broke the kiss. Noah backed away and saw Brad had the biggest smile on his face. “You are a lot more fun than I expected” Brad said “go get you stuff. Mind if I hop in the shower for a rinse?” Brad pointed at the bathroom and asked. “Of course. I'll be out here.” Noah said “No. Not at all” Noaj started walking to his bedroom to get the bong That throat fuck was so good and it's keeping Brad rock hard all through the shower. Brad shocked his bad with cold water right before he got out. Fragrance for the sopa will keep him smelling good for a little while. He put on Noah's half see through robe and walked out of the bathroom. In the living room, Noah had pushed the ottoman together and had porn up on the Tv. He's wore just a pair of red jockstrap and hitting the bong. Brad walked into the kitchen to make the 3 points. He's hoping Luke follows through with his end of the bargain. “That color looks good on you” Brad complimented Noah’s jock as he join him. Noah is slightly tanned and has each of his nipple pierced with a bar. “Remember the guy I was with when I met you the first time? Mind if he joins us?” “Yeah. I thought you two were together to be honest. I jo that night thinking about you two. I can't believe you are in my place. Of course he can join us” Noah said “Then do me a favor. Hit that bong good, blow it on my dick” but first, open your mouth. Noah followed Brad's instruction and his mouth wide. Brad gave him a pill and watched him swallowed it then said “vitamin K” “Oh what!? I've never had it before” Noah said with excitement then took a hit of the bong.Noah blew a good cloud on Brad's soft dick, The first few pictures he couldn't even see Noah's face. Then Noah proceeded to suck on his cock and it quickly grew in his mouth. He learned well….he already knew that occasionally deep throat like they did in the kitchen is what Brad loves. “Fuck…” Noah followed up with an expected blow job. Noah wrapped his lips tightly on the head of his dick with his hand wrapped around the base of his dick. He could hardly focus enough to finish sending the message. He quickly sent the message out to Luke and said ‘door is unlocked’ then threw his phone to the corner of the couch and he proceeded to set the points down on a tray. Noah stopped for a second and grabbed a gas mask and asked “do you want to try this, daddy” Hearing Noah calling him Daddy again made Brad’s cock twitch. “Sure,” Brad said. Noah showed him how to connect everything while Brad load up the bowl. Brad took a hit without a mask on and blew it into Noah's mouth and made out with him for a little. As Brad put the mask on he asked “what's the other tube for?” Noah grabbed the bong and took a nice hit himself then unscrewed the other tube and filled Brad’s mask with smoke. “Holy shit. I can't see anything” Noah handed him the lighter and the bong back. He's feeling that pill coming on now. All he can think about is sucking Brad's cock. He opened up Brad’s rope and looked at Brad with his dilated eyes and asked “May I daddy?” Something about someone older calling him daddy was just so thrilling for Brad. He had to inhale the smoke out of his mask to see what Noah was even asking. “All yours boy” then he grabbed a bong and took a nice long and steady hit until his mask was filled with smoke. The smoke only got thicker when he exhaled. The mask actually got a good buzz going for him. Since he couldn't see anything, he decided to lean back and feel the pleasure that Noah was giving him through his mouth. Noah's hands were playing with his balls. Occasionally tucked it when he swallowed the whole thing in his throat. Noah's hand was applying pressure to his inner thighs. Brad started moaning out loud in the mask. Naturally he opened his legs wider and wider. Noah then moved one of his hands to massage Brad's taint. Brad finally could see Noah again but all he saw was his dark hair in between his legs. He took a hit of the bong again then tapped Noah's shoulder and signaled him to hit the bong and said that he's good for now. Noah blew the smoke in Brad's mask through a tube then grabbed another attachment that was pre soaked with popper and attached the tube to it. He immediately got back to massaging Brad's taint and started deep throat fucking himself. “Ahh ahhh Ahhhh fuck. You're so good” Brad said. He had no idea Noah attached the popper to his mask and started to get lost a bit under the mask. Brad's legs are open wide enough that Noah pulled him forward so he is on his back more then raised his legs up, pushing them back toward Brad. Brad's hole is now exposed in the air. Noah then devours Brad's hole. It's been a while since anyone rim Brad. All Brad knows is he has never felt so good. He still doesn't realize the popper is attached to his mask. Everything Noah does is just an overwhelming amount of pleasure that he couldn't quite tell what exactly Noah was doing anymore. He was moaning loudly before then he got even louder when Noah’s hand reached up and pinched his nipples. Noah is done rimming Brad's hole and is now using his rolled up tongue fucking Brad's pink hole. The louder Brad moan then more turned on he was. He loved the verbal feedback, letting him know how well he's doing to please Brad. The smoke in Brad's mask began clear but with more space to diffuse, Brad could only see black and was moaning uncontrollably. This pleasure was not what he had expected but he loved it. Noah exposed his rock hard 8.5 in dick and began sliding his shaft up and down along Brad's butt. Brad was so high and relaxed that occasionally when Noah's dick slided upward, Brad's hole would catch the head of Noah's dick and took it in partially but Noah was only focusing on sliding his dick up and down. He started pinching Brad’s nipples harder. “Does Daddy want this dick in him?” Noah asked “Daddy's hole seems so hungry” Brad was a little lost in his own world because he took the same pill he gave to Noah. He heard what Noah said to him so his hands reached down and spread his cheeks open and said “Yes. Give Daddy your cock. Fill me up. Ahh ahhhh” Brad felt Noah’s dick inching his way in. He doesn't bottom often but Noah's cock felt amazing. “Ohhhh….. daddy's cunt hole is amazing '' Brad's hole wrapped Noah's dick with just the right amount of tightness. Noah held his dick in place and grabbed a the a took and big hit then reattached everything so the smoke goes right back into Brad's mask. Brad's mask is filled with smoke and he couldn't see anything again. The more he tried to clear the smoke, the more popper pume he inhales, making his hole a perfect tool to milk Noah's cock. Noah push Brad's legs even higher and got on the couch fucking Brad at an angel top down. His balls slapping against Brad's butt at a steady rhythm. Brad was moaning at the top of his lungs but only less than half of that sound escaped from the mask. “Daddy's hole….is so fuckin good….. You wanna be bred?” Noah reached and took the mask off Brad's face. Brad's face was blushing and looked like he was in ecstasy. Brad voluntarily held his legs up for Noah. “Fuck me boy. Show Daddy what you got. Come on” Noah reached out and choked Brad with his right while his left wrapped around Brad's leg and got on his knees on the couch penetrating Brad hole hard. Moments later Noah started to grunt. “here it comes. Ahh aaahhhhh here it comes “ Noah yelled “Yeah baby. Fill up Daddy cunt hole” then Noah flooded Brad's hole with waves of cum. Far more than Brad was ready for. The two remain steady in the same position. Noah cum so fucking much Brad could feel his cum dripping deeper in him. Noah slowly pulled his dick out. It was then they heard someone clapping. It was Luke. He came in right when Noah got rough and was reaching orgasm and even recorded that hot pounding session. It was not a sight he had expected but he certainly didn't hate it. “Sorry. I didn't want to disturb when I came in” Luke said. Luke had already stripped down to a pair of yellow jocks and his cock sticking out of his jock’s waistband. Drinks? He handed Noah and Brad each a bottle of Gatorade and before they started drinking it. He pulled out a tall brown bottle and said “anyone wanna spice up your Gatorade”. Brad and Noah hesitated for a second but both reached out with their open bottle to Luke.

Niall could see Dave was game and over the next couple of minutes introduced a second finger, then a third, widening his apprentice up in anticipation of mounting the sexy young man and popping his cherry. Tommo steped back from Dave and turned to Niall, "how long since we stopped drinking?", "Bout two hours I'd say". With that Tom walked to the fridge and took out a jar of clear liquid, a small syringe and three glasses.Niall removed his fingers from Dave stood up and guided his apprentice over to the counter top. Sensing Dave's curiosity Niall explained that Tommo was pouring them each a shot of G. "If you think the T is fun, just wait until you try this" Niall said with a cheeky smirk. "Drink up lads" Tommo announced, as the men downed their shot mixed with coke. Dave followed the lead of the others, downing the shot in one. Niall saw the look in his face, "I get it lad, not a great aftertaste but trust me, it's worth it". Dave suddenly felt lighter, hornier than previously, he turned to Tommo who grabbed his face, pulling him into a hard kiss, from behind Niall began kissing his neck, slowly bringing his arms around Dave, reaching and feeling over his chest before focusing in on his nipples. Dave was in heaven, the two older men overwhelming his sensations. "Think he's ready" a voice proclaimed. Dave was led back to the couch and laid down across it. He looked up to see Tommo above him, looking straight into his eyes, "oh lad, you're a hot fucker, I can't wait for my turn", Dave just smiled as Tommo began massaging his chest. He then felt his legs being lifted up and the couch dipped as Niall positioned himself. As a reassuring voice kept telling Dave how sexy he was and how well he was doing a warm, wet liquid started dripping over his hole. The familiar feeling of fingers slowly entering him caused a moan to escape his lips, "shhhh" Tommo replied, "it's okay kiddo, we're gonna take good care with you" slowly lowering his face to Dave's, kissing him again. Dave felt Niall's fingers leave his hole, but something bigger replaced them, throbbing at his entrance. Niall's cock began pushing against the young man's sphincter, slowly moving itself in bit bit bit. Dave's body reacted, trying to adjust to the initial discomfort but he was held and told to calm and relax. After a few moments he allowed Niall further inside him. Niall was loving the feeling of the virgin hole engulfing his cock. He knew he needed to take care not to hurt his boy and wanted to ensure Dave felt the pleasure as much as he did. Over the next while Niall moved his cock back and forth, easing further and further into Dave with each following push. When he was in fully he paused, allowing Dave to fully get used to the feeling. Sweat was dripping from his brow as the heat of the atmosphere rose steadily. Dave was moaning with a mixture of pleasure and pain he hadn't experienced before. Tommo had moved to another seat, pulling his own cock at the sight of hos buddy mounting the young stud in front of him. "Fuck yeah, can't wait to see you ride him" he whispered to Niall.

It’s 5 pm here. After weeks of going up and down on Grindr, looking for the perfect match to satisfy my cravings, just today happened to be the day. I’m in my mid thirties good looking guy on the otter side, muscular, toned and brunette with a pretty face. I’ve Been chatting with this particular guy for months, maybe years I would say, never ended up actually meeting for several reasons. Mostly cause I’m partnered and didn’t want to get into trouble. But today was different, it’s been almost three four days I wake up with the need of being bent over and used. Used for real, not in a romantic way. I’m sure you can relate to this. I was online with my usual sexy ass pic, to see if anyone was up for at least some sexting while I was horned up as fuck obviously. He texted me, saying he was really horny and needed to cum. ‘Oh well here the nice chat comes’ I thought, I can get a nice jerk off out of it. He’s very good looking on his late forties, massive and taller than me. Tanned skin gorgeous facial features at least from his pictures. We went on talking on Grindr and I told him I was naked on bed horny and I’ve shared my location, but you know, in a countryside town that doesn’t really mean much. Distances are a thing and also timing wasn’t the best so yeah I thought why not been extra meticulous sharing details. Half an hour later he texted me with a pic of my gate entrance. I was utterly shocked. Shit, he really came all the way. In a sprint I’ve grabbed my pants, tidied up the doable and I was at the door pretending not to be surprised. ‘Hey, you are here’ I’ve smirked. He was indeed massive, tanned skin and gorgeous face. He stepped inside and in one move his tongue was inside my mouth and his left hand touching my hole. In that moment I’ve literally surrendered to his huge arms. To be continued…

Thoughts on this? I'm vers top but wear jocks and hipsters so not quite right.

As they all say once you try bare you never go back! And that applies to breedingnand being bred

I use to frequent the rest areas on the interstates..i asked some of them WTF why did you pull out. They told me it's because the only one that gets their cum is THEIR WIFE!!!!!! But they put their ceck in a slut in the woods they don't even know if it's got gono syph or cr hiv. funny how some men think or don't

Great story ☣️ I hope that there's more!

Near Home—September, 2023 I did one more trip to the bookstore, a few days after seeing Kieran. I had gotten rid of the blue balls by jerking for the devil’s dick, but I wanted a really good mouth or ass (or both!) to make me cum. It suddenly felt that it had been quite some time since that had happened... I am in the straight theatre. A bigger white guy is in the cocksucker’s seat. On his phone. I sit along the side wall. A couple of men are also in here, but they don’t stay long. I stroke for a bit then look back at the guy just as he puts his phone away. He was a very long, bushy beard and a big bear body. Likely mid-40’s. He undoes his jeans as I watch. A thick, but not long cock emerges. Hard. He strokes it. There is a cum shot in the video. I turn and look at the screen. Moments later I feel the man at my shoulder. “Let me suck that for you,” he whispers. I take my hand away for my wet cock. He moves around and kneels. He has a big mouth—and no gag reflex. He gives me great head. Until he adds his hand. It squeezes my shaft so tightly as his mouth stays on my cockhead with his busy tongue. “You can lose the hand. You don’t need it.” He let’s go. He goes back to working the whole shaft. But when he stops sucking, he grabs my cock again. Vice like. As if I was trying to leave. I actually let out an “Ouch!” He let’s go and stands up. “Knees are bad,” he grunts. He shows me his cock. It is thick, and about five inches long. And his balls are enormous. I lean in and suck his cock for a moment, but then I slip off the chair to my knees to tongue his massive ball sack. He groans and strokes his cock furiously. My left hand strays to his ass crack. Instinctively, I work my index finger up his ass. His moans increase. Obviously, I am doing the right thing. We go back and forth with each other for quite some time. I can never quite cure him from holding onto me with a death grip. After 20 minutes or so, when it is obvious neither of us will be cumming yet, he goes back to his seat. I go to the gay theatre. There is only one man here, unusual for this time on a Sunday. He is a rather average looking, bigger white man in his late 40’s. He opens his fly the moment I sit down. Soon he is crawling across the floor to suck me. Which he does quite well, if not with the expertise of the bearded man with the big balls. When his knees get tired, he stands up. His cock, which he’s been jerking as he sucked me, is average in size. But his balls are every bit as big as the bearded guy. I smile, lean forward and begin licking them. He groans, unused to the pleasure of someone tonguing them as he continues to stroke his cock. “That…feels great…” he pants. I suck him a little, too, but I am all about his balls. They are so big, I could never suck them into my mouth—so I don’t even try. I just lick them and under them and back to the hairy sacks. “I’m going to shoot!” he says in wonder. I take his cock into my mouth just in time. The size of his load matches the size of his testicles. He shoots what feels like gallons of cum down my throat. He lets me clean him up and all but staggers out of the room—the orgasm having left him weak kneed. I go back to the straight side. Big Balls #1 is getting a blown by a man with a long grey beard. I have never bothered to mention the sucker, though he is a regular. His thing is never to suck the same cock twice. (He spends a lot of his time here out in the parking lot, listening to the radio.) He stays on the floor a long time—and finally gets Big Balls #1 off by sticking two fingers up his ass as he sucks… * The Latino, who has suddenly started cross dressing, asks me to condom up and fuck him. He has only male attire on today, no lacy crop top hidden by a flannel shirt or cheerleader skirt under his Wranglers. I latex up and fuck him bent over, his hands grabbing the back of a chair in front of him. The door opens. A Black man, I haven’t seen since the pandemic, comes in. We used to spend hours together when this place was open until 1am, trading off on sucking each other. His once black hair is now a beautiful silver. He nods at me and takes out his long slender cock and feeds it to the Latino. I have never seen the Latino get spit roasted. Actually, I have never seen him suck cock. But he loves the idea today of two dicks in him at the same time. He grabs his own stubby uncut one and jerks it. He can’t last. The scene is too much for him. He shoots a load on the floor. I so wish I was in him raw—I would have shot myself, but I am nowhere close with a condom on. My old suck buddy and I share the cocksucker’s seat. We talk—catching up a little, though we know nothing really about each other except from here. Eventually he sucks me a little, which makes his dick get very hard. We reverse. At first, he’s all about my mouth, but as I keep working, he gets softer and softer. He apologizes and says he has begun having erection issues. We watch the movie. A man arrives. I go back to the floor. The newcomer is sucked by my buddy. Having a dick in his mouth keeps him hard. He deflates as soon as the guy pulls out and leaves. We chat about the video. About my new work life. A man arrives who I recognize from this place. In the past he has campaigned for me to come to his house…but I know it would not be worth the drive. And today he proves it again. He chooses me to suck him. The moment his cock is in my mouth, he huffs poppers. Six seconds later he spews out his cum. Nice load, but not for even 15 minutes in the car to his house… He leaves. Silver Hair wanders off soon after. I go looking in the gay theatre and find no one. It has cleared out very fast this afternoon. I wait. No one. Once again, I go home and stroke one out for the devil’s dick… The original is here: From My Side of the Sling: Big Balls (felchingpisser.blogspot.com) October 6, 2023

When outing people risks their lives; I think providers should attenuate certain services; in particular during times where security measures are already heightened. WRT words. Is anyone else getting tired of the never ending unfolding of "words you can't say"? They are f-ing words. If we put binders on words so that one can ONLY say certain things we are, essentially telling them "communicate my way or don't communicate at all"? How does this help us pull together as a cooperative species. We seem to have lost the ability to "agree to disagree".

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

Hamish got here horny and hard. I’d already taken out the gape keeper and cleaned out one last time so I was open, lubed and ready. I’d asked Hamish to wear something sexy so he turned up in rugby shorts and a jockstrap. Drew and I were already naked so we undressed Hamish. He really filled his jock. Drew pulled his jockstrap down. His cock sprang up to full attention. Drew sucked him a bit to get him ready. My asshole was throbbing. I was so ready for this. He forced me down on the bed with a pillow under my crotch to raise my ass up. He wasn’t gentle. he climbed on to my back and I felt his hands on my shoulders and his chest on my back. he’s a big beefy guy so his weight pinned me down. I felt his hard cock on my hole and with no warning he forced his shaft all the way deep inside me. Even though I’d stretched my hole I saw stars as he penetrated me. yeah it hurt but I could bear it. He didn’t wait but started fucking me hard. Long deep thrusts. Now I was starting to enjoy it. I was moaning which made him fuck me harder. After about a ten minute pounding He grunted “I’m gunna cum” and I felt his cock buck but better still I felt the heat from his load as ge pumped his sperm deep in my hole. I can honestly say I’ve never been bred like that before. When he’d emptied his balls he collapsed on top of me whispering into me ear that he’d shot a 5 day load into me. He pulled out and Drew who had been masturbating while watching his Dad being brutally fucked now jumped on my back and shoved his cock up my hole. I was wide open but he still enjoyed my ass an commented how wet my hole was and how much he enjoyed Hamish’s cum on his cock. He shot his load in me. I fucking loved being the bottom that night. Later Drew got on his knees in front of my and gripped my balls and sucked me off. It will happen again.

Chapter 2 I slept fitfully that night after taking a couple of vodkas from the minibar. I worried about the poz status of Greg but then got hard thinking of the sex. In the morning I showered, and then I made a conscious decision to remove my wedding ring and put it in the safe. I just wanted to be me for the next three days and nights. It would either confirm I just had some odd fantasies or lead me down a rabbit hole I might not get out of. I caught the tube and it didn’t take that long to reach the conference venue. I scanned the foyer to the room for anyone I might know, without success. I was standing at the coffee machine filling a cup when a voice behind me announced ‘Hi, I’m Cody! I hope you don’t mind me speaking to you but soo many of the people here just look so boring!’ I looked round and saw a guy in his mid twenties, probably ten years my junior, with bleached blond hair and a glittery earring standing in front of me. ‘Er no problem …. Hi I’m Ben’ I smiled ‘ thanks for saying I don’t look boring’ ’Youre welcome Ben! You definitely don’t look boring, more kind of hot!’ Even without that comment it was pretty obvious Cody was gay, but that just affirmed it. I had never been hit on by a guy before. ‘Er thanks … I think! ‘ ‘you’re welcome … again’ Cody replied looking me in the eye. ‘Do you know anyone here? ‘ he asked. ‘Er no ‘ I stammered dropping my eyes after holding his gaze for a split second too long. ‘Ok , I’m happy to be conference buddies if you are?’ ‘Er yes that would be good’ I said blandly, not really sure what to say. My mind was catching me up, all I could think was that he looked cute and had a nice smile. Why was I thinking that? Get a grip , I told myself! ‘Cool, we should get a table not too near the front I think , no point drawing attention to ourselves! By the way, in case you are wondering, yes I’m very definitely gay Ben! Guessing you’re cool with that now that we’re conference buddies?’ ‘no problem , I’m gay too’ I blurted. Why did I say that, I may have to backtrack if I met someone I knew! I thought. ‘ We’ll that’s a bit of a bonus Ben, this conference may not be as boring as I thought after all! Let’s get some seats’ The first hour passed fairly quickly but the second presentation had just started when I was sure I could feel Cody’s hand on my thigh under the table. I looked down to see him stroking my leg. ‘Sorry, sitting next to a dilf is getting me horny!’ He whispered’ I’d much rather be sucking your cock’. My cock sprang to attention. I couldn’t believe what was happening, I was being groped by a camp queer in semi public, and was getting turned on. ‘my , someone likes that idea’ Cody continued, looking at my cock tenting in my trousers. He brushed his hand over my cock. ‘I’ve an idea, follow me at the morning break’ the next forty minutes dragged. I was torn between letting whatever felt natural happening and pulling back and being my usual reserved self. I decided to roll the dice. The presentation ended. We both folded up our booklets and left swiftly. Cody led the way briskly moving through a few delegates. He headed towards the gents, grabbing my hand a few steps before the door. It was empty and Cody only let go of my hand once we were in the end cubicle. He put his finger to my lips to indicate I shouldn’t say anything. He then replaced it with his mouth as his tongue snaked in my mouth as we kissed. ‘ you’re a sexy kisser’ he whispered as he fished for my belt. He expertly undid my trousers and fished out my erection before sinking to his knees and sucking my cock. I was so hard and turned on I knew I wouldn’t last long. Cody sucked my cock in silence before I was soon grabbing his head and thrusting into his mouth as I came. ‘Mmm’ Cody moaned as he swallowed my seed, and stood up, kissing me again. I could taste my cum on his tongue. ‘Me too ‘ I whispered’ I want to suck your cock’ I sat down on the toilet seat as Cody pulled his jeans down and out sprang a fairly thin cock with a big mushroom head. It was already dripping precum as I slipped the first cock I had ever sucked in my mouth. I tasted his precum and just wanted more. I was caught up in the moment and wanked his cock and sucked until he bent down and whispered in my ear ‘I’m gonna shoot, swallow it all, I’m gonna cum loads’ . I sucked harder and then Cody’s semen flooded my mouth. I swallowed as much as I could but coughed a little, spilling some of his cum on my shirt. Cody grinned down at me, putting his finger to his lips as we could hear people in the gents. We both quietly dressed and I wiped the cum from my shirt before we opened the cubicle door and brazenly strode out to the surprise looks from the three older guys at the wash basins. Cody winked at me as we left, ‘That will get tongues wagging, they’ll be discussing those two queers at the back’ he grinned. ‘Come on let’s get another coffee.. we have to make it to lunchtime without fucking’ ‘Shame, I could do with a good fucking’ I heard myself say as we approached the coffee machine. My mind was a whirl. I was only a couple of hours in the conference and was practically gagging for more cock. It seemed that rabbit hole was getting bigger and bigger……..

"Nasty bug chasing pig!" He yelled at me, pulling out and slamming back in. I groaned in pleasure as he did it again and again. It was all I could do to hold my position and not let him push me away. "Thank you, Sir," I moaned back to him as he jack hammered my bloodied cunt. I picked his phone up again to look at the picture he'd took, before turning it around and taking another. This time I took a selfie, lifting it high and getting Sir's torso in the frame. I looked great, washed out and blue from the poppers and smeared with blood over my back. I could see red starting to spread up my cheeks and up Sir's crotch. My dick couldn't get any harder, even if I tried. Deciding to help, I dropped the phone and my face into the bed and reached both my hands back. I grabbed my wet cheeks and pulled them apart, helping Sir open my hole just a little further. "Fuck yeah, boy. Stretch that cunt," was all he said as he continued to fuck me hard. He spat and I heard it land, but I didn't feel it. I lay still for a short while, accepting the fuck he was giving my hole and moaning throughout. I realised I could lie there forever, enjoying his thick dick and knowing he was knocking me up. "Ride me, pig," he ordered and pulled out. He climbed on the bed, arranged pillows for himself and waited for me to get on top of him. His dick was still red and now so were his balls and up to his muscular V. His hard fucking must have spread it out. I wondered how my hole looked. I brought my hands up and saw my fingers covered in my own blood, too. As I moved on my knees to my top, I could help but grab my dick and give it a few pumps. I was so turned on and I was still a little shocked that I was enjoying such a rough fuck and bleeding on a poz cock. I lifted a leg over his waist, used his chest to steady myself and lined his dick up with my hole again. I sank slowly down to his balls, both of us moaning our delight. I shifted my legs up and my feet forward, ready to ride and noticed that I'd left red streaks where my fingers had dragged down his chest. Once again I started pumping my dick as I started riding his. I realised I'd made my own dick bloody and decided to go all in. I moved both my hands to my ass cheeks and purposefully swirled them around, covering them. I moved one back to my dick, painting my member and my balls red, while I used the other to trace his biohazard. Once I was satisfied, I did it again to both our nipples and then I put two handprints on his chest. "You're a nasty pig, boy. I can't believe you're smearing us both with your bloody cunt. Nasty little pig!" He was thrusting up into me, meeting my equally forceful ride. "Don't stop, boy! We look amazing right now!" "You turn me on so much, Sir. Thank you for this. Thank you for everything," I told him. I lavished praise on him, while we fucked. I told him how good his dick made me feel, how his body turned me on, how good looking he was. I met his thrusts with enthusiasm, trying to work him to orgasm. I realised he'd been rubbing his fingers at my hole whilst I'd been talking and then rubbing his hands up and over me. As I looked down at myself, I had red marks all over my chest. "Fuck, Sir. I'm red all over," I panted. "Yeah, boy. You look great," he said with a grin. "Will you cum in me?" I pleaded. "Of course, boy. Do you want my load right now? Wanna get your split hole pozzed?" "Yes, Sir! Please poz me! I'm ready, put your toxic load in me!" I begged. "I hope you are ready, pig. You're bleeding and I'm not on meds. You're sure to get it, boy. Are you sure you want it? Last chance," he said, speeding up his thrusts. Before I could reply to him, he had pulled me down to his chest and flipped me over without letting his dick slip out of me. I yelped a little before grabbing the backs of my knees and relaxing my hole again. From this angle he started hitting my prostate with his deep thrusting and I made a noise each time his dick brushed against it. "Don't stop, Sir. Don't stop," I pleaded. All I could do was watch as he pounded my cunt, making small drops of blood fly up, speckling us both with fresh droplets. "You're gonna get it, boy. You're gonna get pozzed. I'm gonna fucking poz you. I'm cumming," he roared. "I'm cumming, I'm cumming," and he finally stopped his motion, sliding balls deep and lying on top of me. I let go of my legs, clamped them to the sides of his torso and moved my arms to embrace him. I didn't ever want to move.

I really hadn't planned a canoe and camping trip for the area of Canadian wilderness we had reached by night fall. Besides we needed to pick up food rations for the weekend so I found a secluded place to boondock and camp this 1st night in my car. The model y is designed for this, although a bit tight for two adult men. We bunked in able to sleep atop my one sleeping bag, and I was surprised my hitchhiker chose to sleep in the nude. As I was just about ready to fall off to sleep I heard him clear his throat. Next thing his naked torso was leaning into mine and he was whispering in my ear. "I'm kinda horny from all the events of the day. You don't think if I fucked you, it would make me gay do you? I really need to get off again before I can fall asleep. " "You want to fuck me here in the car?" I complained. "There are too many mosquitoes for outside. " He had a point. I reached down and found he had a rock solid raging hard on. "What if I just sucked you off? Wouldn't that do?" I almost wined in my sleepiness and defense. "If that's what you want, but I really want to try fucking and breeding you. I'm so turned on by watching that trucker do you. Please. I promise I won't tell anyone. " This gave me an idea to get him 'off my back '. I asked, "Do you have a best friend?" "Yah, my buddy Joe. " "OK, here's the deal. The only way you get to fuck and breed me is if you promise to tell your buddy Joe. I don't care what you tell him about circumstances, you're just experimenting, I pressured you, whatever ... you just have to promise to tell your best buddy that you fucked a dude. " He was silent for a long time. I started to believe I'd put him off and drop back off to sleep when I heard his phone ring. He was calling out. "Hey Joe. Sorry to call so late. I need to talk to you. " ... "Yeah, Marcia kicked me out again. " .... "Yeah she caught me with another woman again." ... "I've been hitchhiking and got picked up by this cool gay guy. Say hi to him so he knows I'm not faking this call. " I heard the other guy call out "I'm Joe, his best friend." I continued to hear the one side of the conversation. "Yeah he's older. Fit though and silver hair all over. He's so fuckin hairy Joe." ... " Yeah, I guess you could say he made a move on me. He sucked me off in the woods. Best blowjob I ever had. Sucked down every drop. " .. "No ass hole, it wasn't sex. Just a blowjob. You know I'm not gay. " ... "Then he let me watch while a trucker fucked him. It was so fuckin cool. " ... "No that's the amazing part. They didn't use a condom. Trucker just pushed in raw, fucked and bred the guy." ... "Yeah that's why I'm calling. We're naked together and he'll only let me fuck him if I tell you my best friend. You're cool with this right?" .... "No I'm not wearing no fuckin condom! Shut the fuck up! You always say we have to experience life. I'm grabbing this bull by the horns!" ..." Of course I'll tell you all about it, that's what best buds are for. " He hung up and I blurted "What the fuck was that?!" "I figured what's a promise worth if I can't back it up. Why should you trust me? I told my buddy Joe I'm going to fuck and breed you. " "You told him a hell of a lot more than that. " "You said you didn't care what I told him. He's my best buddy, I end up telling him everything when we're high anyway. I thought I may as well get it all out of the way. " "Oh my God, what have I gotten myself into? Fuck me!" I groaned. "Exactly. We can't do missionary in this tight space. Can I just shove in from behind?" I repositioned so we were spooning. I felt his cock poking around for my hole. He wasn't having much luck. I reached down and guided his raw cock into my hole. He started kissing the back of my neck and moving in and out of me. "I've never been in someone raw before. This is special." "Wow, really? Not even the slut?" "Well maybe just the tip, but not all the way. And the truckers cum feels amazing. " He was really giving a good spooning fuck. I was wondering why I'd been so reluctant. And his phone conversation with Joe really was fuckin hot. I spoke next, "It is a bit cramped but do you want to try missionary?" "Fuckin A, yeah man. Then I can kiss you. I want to be kissing when I come in my first person. " We maneuvered our bodies which was a bit like twisting pretzels. Eventually my legs were raised to my shoulders and he was on top and inside me. His kisses were passionate and we really started to make love. For the next ten minutes he fucked me so deeply and powerfully. The car rocked with our forceful rhythm. "I'm getting close. I'm going to cum in you baby. " "Cum in me. Give me your straight seed. Breed me your babies. " "Fuuccckkk I'm cumming .... I'm cumming .... flooding your guts .... you dirty fuckin cum slut .... aahhhh yeah baby. " I held him deep inside as we shared powerful passionate kisses. "I want you to hold my cum inside all night. " He didn't need to convince me. ... to be continued.

I was at a local bathhouse one time and went into a room where the door was open and the bbc top was laying on the bed stroking his big cock. He invited me in and I started sucking him off and his cock had the taste of ass and some shit. He must have bred some dude there and I was cleaning his cock off. He was rock hard and I decided to lower my ass down his cock and try and milk another load from him. Took awhile of riding him and occaid hop off and suck his cock some more…because I had been bred previously there was cum on his cock to taste. Finally after some time I was successful in bringing him to orgasm and I felt his cock swell and throb inside me. I kept him in as long as I could, clamped down as he pulled out. Wanted to keep his seed inside me as lube for the next guy to fuck my ass. I cleaned him off by swallowing his cock and licking his balls where sperm had dripped out while he was breeding me. Tasted so good.

I hate AI images so much

I lose my mind for cum. I'll suck literally any cock to get it. I even have a kink for sucking it out of gross guys nobody else would touch. Love cruising and finding cum in puddles on the floor or in discarded condoms. Yes, the pics are me.

Fiction Dad gave me the perfect present for my 18th birthday a rucksack with my clothes in it and he shoved me out of the door calling me a dirty little fag. What was I to do cold, wet, hungry and lonely I decided to walk into town through the park, once in the park I got caught short so I went into the public loo’s when in there I could leave groaning I quickly choice the stool next to the noises and to my good fortune there was a hole and I starting looking through, I could make out this hairless black twink getting fucked raw by some big guy with a huge cock, it was too much I took my 7 inch cock out and within a couple of strokes I erupted a huge amount of cum. Still looking through the hole I could see the moment the big fella pulled his cock out of the black twinks pert little butt and orgasmed all over the twinks hole, quickly shoving it back in saying “take my dirty poz load, you cheap whore” when he was done he zipped up and said to the Black twink “here’s $40 enjoy my gift slut” and he left. I sat there real quite hoping that nobody heard me, damn I was still rock hard, quietly I exited and as I did the black twink was waiting outside, he looked at me smiled and said “did you enjoy the show” yes very much I said. Taken by surprise he said do you want to get a drink, I said yes but I have no money I’ve just been kicked out of home, he said no problem you can come back to mine telling me his name was Jay. We got back to his bedsit and Jay got me a coke and we chatted for a while, then he turned the subject to how was I going to make some money and out of the blue he said “look I know this is really forward but we could do a porn shoot together and make some really good money, no pressure, you are gay yes? Are you a top or bottom?” I was really confused and Jay could see it and suddenly said “damn you’re a Virgin” I went bright red “so are you up for it?” I paused and then said yes. Excellent we are sure going to earn if we do this right he said. Jay the said to me that we should take some photo’s so that we could send out to see what offers we both got. Okay I said. Jay then said look lets get your stat’s and post an ad. Oh yes my name Simon or Si Ok Si Status Virgin Neg Height 5ft 4 Weight 125 lbs Butt Smooth (Bubble) Cock Hairless 7 inch (I stopped Jay and said I pubic hair, he said we will take care of it as I would earn more smooth) Body Skinny twink hairless (I guessed that meant my fine blonde hair from my lower legs and armpits would be going) Available for: Breeding, topping, oral, bdsm, watersports That will do said Jay, okay next we need some photo’s we went to his bathroom and he started stripping his clothes off as did I with my back to him. When I turned round he was naked a little taller than me and so lean not an ounce of fat on his body an eight pack stud. Jay’s cock was fully hard and damn was he hung had to be nearly 9 inches with massive smooth lack balls. I was so hard and horny Jay grabbed my and started kissing me almost shot a load there and then. Come on Jay said grabbing the clippers he pushed my arms up and removed the armpit hair on both sides. He then grabbed my cock and started removing my blonde bush. All the time he had my cock in his hands I nearly erupted my second load of the day, Jay then covered me in shaving foam and wet shaved me everywhere, once I was washed off he stood back to admire his work and said damn they are going go crazy for you, lets go and get some photos done. Once back in his bedroom he got me on the bed and then said right kneel down front and he start taking photos for front and back. Then he told be to get on all four turn my head to look back and lick my lips. Okay I know lets put cock rings on it will look great, Jay got two large silver rings and pushed my cock and balls through and did the same to his, our cocks where so hard and redden. More photos then he up loaded the details. Jay kept saying how he desperately he wanted to fuck me, but we had to wait and wait we did. To cut a long story short we selected the best offer from a guy who wanted us for a weeks filming at his pad, and what a pad it was, better still pay of $10k each with a note that we would earn every cent and complete your offer/fetishes in full.... Part 2 to cum

Part 10 (Senator Gregory White) “Stand,” the man called Hunter told me, his balls still pressed against my forehead. I could feel them moving. “Sir.” My back felt as if it was on fire, a constant stinging sending chills throughout my body. I felt alive, as if I could feel every aspect of myself in that moment. That’s what I loved about the “third listing” choice. It made me feel things anyone else, any woman I dated, any woman I fucked, couldn’t. Even then, with a stranger’s testicles pressed against my forehead, the smell of his sweat, balls, and penis invading my lungs, I felt as I always wanted to. I felt empowered. I felt as if this was what I needed to do in my life. I was satisfying the ache. My body screamed as I stood, my knees aching from crawling, the leash attached to the collar around my neck hitting my back for a brief moment. I flinched, the muscles in my back crying for relief. Fuck, I loved the feeling. “Stand tall, sir,” the man named Matt said. I could feel the leash being pulled tight, the collar around my neck pulling into my airway and causing me to gag. I stood in front of Hunter, taking in the man who was, in my opinion, the hottest man I’d ever seen, even when compared to Matt. I knew that I was seen as an attractive man, my good looks helping me in the polls. The desire many women had of fucking me drew them to my political side and, often, to my bed. The men who wanted power like mine along with my good looks only furthered that power. If this man was in politics, he’d rule the fucking world. I watched his face, wondering if he recognized me. Sometimes they would, having just seen my face on the news or an election billboard, but they often didn’t. These men had to sign forms, making it known that I’d own their asses and everything they and their family and extended family owned should they tell anyone about the things we did. They knew better, and it got me hard knowing I could do whatever I wanted to them, and they couldn’t tell anyone anything. Sometimes, I thought these men liked knowing who I was to the world, a man who spoke against the gay community in public but then got fucked by gay men in private. This gave them an energy when they were fucking me, almost punishing me for the things I said or did against them in the public eye. “Shall we begin, sir?” Matt asked, his mouth next to my ear, whispering. It sent chills down my spine, causing more pain. I nodded. Matt handed the leash to Hunter who took it, pulling me closer to him, wrapping it around his hand until I was made to stand less than an inch from his face. “Tonight, sir,” Hunter started, “we hope to bring you to the next level of your sexual experience. You will be fucking Matt’s ass while I will be fucking yours. By the end of tonight, we hope to have drained your balls of all the cum possible. Is that to your liking?” I nodded, feeling my heart racing at the thought of this man’s large member opening me up, possibly splitting me in two. I turned and saw Matt lying on his back on my bed, his hands pulling his legs back over his chest, revealing his puckered hole. And I’ll split him in two, I thought, my cock jumping at the thought. He had a tight ass, the kind of ass you dreamed of making your own. “It’s time,” Matt said, winking at me. I looked to Hunter who nodded, leading me over to the bed. “I’m all lubed up, sir,” Matt said, reaching down to run his hand over his hole. “I need you to fuck me harder than you’ve ever fucked anyone before. Are you ready?” I nodded, climbing onto the bed and pulling his legs around my sides, feeling them pulling me in. I ran my hands along his legs, feeling the muscles beneath. The bed shook behind me as Hunter climbed onto the mattress, his impressive size coming behind me, looming over like a god. I looked back and down, seeing his hard cock standing straight out, aiming for my ass. Now, seeing it nearly within me, I found myself nervous at the pain which would be breaking my body. “I’m lubed up, sir,” Hunter said, whispering in my ear. His hand reached around and handed the leash to Matt who took it and then held it between his teeth, growling at me. “Shall we begin?” I moved forward and lined my dick up with Matt’s hole, watching as his hole opened, welcoming me inside. Carefully, I pushed inside, feeling his body pulling me in, almost begging for my cock to enter him. Matt smiled, winking at me. Fuck, this man was gorgeous. “Hands behind your back,” Hunter said. I did as I was told, feeling a fabric wrapping around my wrists, binding them together. “This tie looks better on you like this,” Hunter told me, his warm breath on my neck before I felt him kissing along my shoulder. “I’m going to enter you, sir. As you’ve seen already, I’m a large man, and my penis is even larger. I’ll be careful, but this will hurt. Are you ready?” I nodded, my heart racing even faster than before. I needed this. I wanted this. “Remember,” Hunter said, his one arm wrapping around my chest while his free hand moved his dick to my hole, “you’ve earned this.” (Hunter) I pressed my dick against the senator’s hole and forced my way inside, holding onto his arms as I felt him fighting against my major intrusion. The muscles in his arms tensed along with the muscles in his back. I looked down at Matt who, even with the leash in his mouth, was smiling. Clearly, with the senator’s dick already far into his ass, he felt as if he was going to win this wishboning. Sensing that he could be right, I forced the entirety of my dick into his ass, causing him to jump. “GAH!” Senator White cried, the gag keeping him silent enough. I smiled. It’s funny, I thought. He still thinks this is about him and what he wants. He hasn’t figured out that we captured him between a rock and a hard place. He’s stuck between two men who only want to use him for his life. “I love when I get a man with a tight hole,” I said, watching as Matt’s ass was filled with a worthless, neg cock. Matt pulled the leash into his hand, pulling the senator’s body closer to him. “I love when my tight hole gets filled with a big, throbbing dick.” He looked directly into my eyes and smiled. “I can already feel him leaking inside me.” While Senator White tried to fuck Matt’s ass, he quickly became a tool between us to use. I slammed my dick into the senator’s ass, forcing him into Matt’s hole. We made him into a human condom, the only type of condom I’d ever use. “How’s that feel, sir?” I asked, grabbing his neck, my hands wrapping over the collar. I admire the leather digging into his skin. Senator White moaned, his body covered in sweat. I could feel his heartbeat on my cock, but I couldn’t tell if his body was closer to surrendering to me or to Matt. Just because I would be fucking the neg cum out of the senator’s body and into Matt’s ass, that didn’t mean Matt would win the game. Either way, we’d both get off, but only one of us would be the one to poz his body and change his life forever. “Fuck my hole,” Matt cried out, pulling on the leash. “Fill me up with that cock. Blow your load deep in my gay ass!” I undid the gag, pulling it from the senator’s mouth, hearing instantly his moans as Matt milked his cock and I pulverized his prostate. “How’s that feel, sir?” “Fuck me,” he cried, panting, trying to catch his breath. “Fuck me harder!” I looked at Matt, winking. “If you say so.” I reached down and grabbed his bound hands with one hand and then slammed my other palm onto his back, making sure to catch the reddest skin where I knew it would sting. Matt pulled on the leash, bringing the senator’s face down to Matt’s chest where he held him down, securing him as I assaulted his ass. “What the FUCK!” Senator White screamed, wriggling between us, trying to break free of our combined hold. “You can’t fight us now, Senator,” Matt said, his legs moving up and wrapping around his back, pinning his arms down. “You know we know who you are,” I said, feeling his heartbeat moving toward my own, my body flushed with a pulsing heat. “We’ve been waiting to find a man like you to teach a lesson.” “Did you think you could spout your hate on TV,” Matt said, “and fuck us in the dark? Not anymore, you fucker.” “It’s time for everyone to know the type of man you really are,” I said, my heartbeat quickening, his own racing to meet my own. Matt looked at me, and in that look, I could tell that he knew he had lost the fuck. The senator was mine. I slammed into his hole, feeling our bodies syncing as his balls twisted in his sack, ridding himself of his neg, homophobic cum, turning his balls into carriers of my strain. Senator White’s body shook over Matt’s body, his neck straining against the collar. Matt released him, the senator’s body shooting up, his head thrown back. “Fuck, I hate losing,” Matt said, his hole still getting fucked by the senator’s changing, unaware body. “But I love watching them surrender to your cock.” “That’s fucking right,” I said, dragging my nails down the senator’s back, creating marks and drawing blood from his already abused back. “Who claimed your hole?” “You did,” the senator said, tears starting to stream down his face. “Who is about to fill your hole with poz cum?” “You will.” “Whose balls are going to transform and brew my special, toxic cum?” “My balls.” “And whose life is now fucked forever as I infect every part of his body and mind, taking his life for my own?” “My life,” the senator said. “I didn’t hear that,” I growled, grabbing his head and turning it back, making sure I could see the tears as they fell down his cheeks. “My life,” he said again. “Sir.” “That’s fucking right!” I slammed into him, my cum filling his body, changing his DNA, making his balls mine, and ruining his life. I could see every aspect of his life, all the choices he made to become the lying politician hated by so many and fucked by many others in secret. I saw the women he lied to and the men he used. I could feel the ache he pushed down, refusing to acknowledge as his true self. I saw him rising in his political career, lying his way into a leader of the Republican Party. I could see him running for president, winning, and making life a living hell for anyone who considered themselves gay. I could see him still using men for his own purpose, but unlike myself, I didn’t hide. He was a poison, and I was ending his toxicity with my own. As I saw his future disappear, I found myself holding his head tight, my lips to his ears, my words entering his mind. “You will continue to serve as you have,” I told him, seeing the reality unfold as I spoke it into existence. “You will work without drawing suspicion from the other members of your party, but you’re changed now. Your body, your life, is mine. I am your god now. You will fuck as many of the men as you can, undoing everything you say you fight for, revealing yourselves to be the worst of hypocrites. You will use my toxic cum to poison the men who wish to tear us down. Do you understand your new purpose?” “Yes,” he said, the image of the senator fucking every male politician imaginable filling both of our thoughts. I could see them all together, an orgy of men surrendering their time to me, the man who took them down. “And once you’ve infected enough of the men, you will reveal yourself to be the hypocritical slut you’ve always been. You will lose everything you have, all the respect you’ve worked so hard to gain. You will spend whatever remains of your life getting fucked by the very men you hated, taking their cocks into your ass and getting covered by their cum. You will degrade yourself, and you will never be deemed respectable again. What do you say?” Senator White’s realization of his fate broke through, and he looked into my eyes, seeing the hate within my own. “Thank you, sir,” he said. “Now, fuck off.” I pulled my dick out of his hole and watched him fall back onto the mattress, his own dick falling out of Matt’s hole which was leaking an incredible amount of cum. I watched as my own cum leaked out of the senator’s hole, dripping down over his changing balls. “That was a good fuck,” Matt said, reaching down and scooping up the neg cum leaking out of his body. He wiped it over the senator’s body. “Glad you came?” I looked down at the sleeping senator’s body, remembering all the things he had done, all the things he could have done, and all the things I’d make sure he’d do in order to ruin his pathetic life. I grabbed the flog and beat his ass, making sure to hit his balls. Within the red, I could see his new biohazard tattoo appearing. I slashed down one last time on the tattoo, making sure it would hurt. “Yeah,” I told him, pulling off the leather band I wore over my tattoo, seeing the fading ink. “I’m glad I came.”

If I were asinine enough to ask a Top a question like that after he’d just pumped me, I would expect him to say, “Sure, why not?” or “Whatever floats your boat” and walk out. I would deserve no better answer.

Started late in life but when i started to smoke tina sex was so intense and the 1st time to get fuck while blowing clouds was amazing. When I did my 1st slam sex was so mind altering and to find my fingers immediately in my hole stretching for a cock was amazing I felt my hole twitch! When i got my 1st cock in after the slam i gelt every bit of his cock and all I wanted was to get fucked for hours and hours hard. Im definitely a proud slam whore.