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Last night at a bathhouse in Tampa I fell asleep with a dude and he was fucking me off and on and at some point he got up and let a random dude fuck and breed my ass. I noticed his cock was bigger but was so tired I just let it happen. Hot

My very first sexual experience was at the very early double-digit years with I'm guessing a ~35y/o man I thought I was just going to play video games with. I was fucked bareback with hand lotion. I didn't then and still don't have any ill feelings about it. The next time I had sex was when I was 16 with a black running back on the high school football team. Condoms never came up. Around the same time, I went to Barnes & Noble to try and covertly by gay magazines and in one of them was a folded poster (it's still in my childhood bedroom) that had this AMAZINGLY BEAUTIFUL guy and words along the lines of "He's fighting HIV/AIDS! You don't have to! Practice safe sex." If that was what a POZ guy looked like, I wanted to be POZ and if the way to NOT be POZ was to use a condom, then I wouldn't. This was the height of encouraging safer sex, pre-Prep. As then an exclusive bottom, it didn't take much convincing for tops not to use a condom as long as you said you were "safe" or "clean." During college I realized I also liked "seedier" gay shit - and those people fucked bareback. And as a Twink in his early 20s, it didn't take much convincing to get bred by those guys. 29 years (age 16 to now) and I've only used a condom twice and both were with straight dudes at weddings. I sought out guys that wanted only bareback sex, some were poz, some weren't. I didn't care. I wouldn't have it any other way because before converting, nothing made me feel hotter and more alive than getting a load in my hole and now being Poz, those poz loads make it feel amazing.

** Please remember to ‘like’ the story if you enjoyed it. Feel free to comment or to contact me via mail. Thx. ** ************************************************************************************************************************* He was seated at the bar, drinking with a couple of guys. From his loud laughter, and the silly things he was blurting out, as well as his overall behavior, it was clear to me he was quite drunk. But on the other hand, he was quite sexy. He was, of course, young, no doubt just over 18. The guys recognized him being intoxicated and touched him inappropriately all the time. They grabbed his ass or rubbed his junk while passing him by. He never complained about it. He just grinned like a fool, feeling probably flattered to be the center of the attention. So I tried my luck and ordered a drink at the bar and while standing close to the drunk twink I let my hand slip into his low hip jeans on his backside and my middle finger moved downwards between his ass cheeks, just to find his hole. I pressed my finger against his hole and he relaxed it and let me pass his sphincter. What a slut, I thought to myself. I gave him a cheeky grin and then went back to the two fellows I was with that night. We were all biohazard stallions and we were, let’s put it this way, interested in the youthful guy. He blinked at me and then moved to the back area, where the darkroom was. My mates fist bumped me and cheered, while I got up from my chair I told them to be nearby, in case…. Getting into the backroom my eyes had to adjust to the dimmed light. I saw him wandering about, but I doubted he would actually be notice all the guys lurking about. The risk was too high, that another dick would grab him first and so I hurried up and greeted him with my low voice. He tried to focus me and then showed a foolish smile asking me, if I was the guy fingering outside. I laughed and nodded to that. “You know… I think I had a drink too much and all the jocks look the same to me. Just a big bulge…..” he claimed. “Oh that’s okay…. you are nothing more than a hole to me.” I replied and although my answer was quite reducing him he flashed another smile. “How about three big cocks?” I asked him referring to my two friends. “I guess it would be okay, but we have to play safe. Okay? My boyfriend is out of town and we are faithful to each other. FAITHFUL (in a loud voice). That’s why you can’t fuck me, but it is okay to fuck me now….” he babbled. Such a wasted guy… I signaled my friends to attend me and so they appeared out of the darkness and greeted the teen. “Hey guys – can I touch your bulges to see if you are well endowed?” he asked us. He massaged each of our bulges and seemed to be satisfied to feel 9+ inches of hard cock meat. We looked for a dark corner and there we turned him around, so that he faced the wall. I opened his jeans and lowered them. They fell to the ground and revealed a beautiful round ass. “Don’t forget the condom” he whispered. “Of course not, but let me first finger you. Get you ready for my fat dick.” I suggested and used a bit lube on my fingers and entered his hole with three fingers at once. I crouched behind him, to get a good angle to finger fuck him roughly. He was moaning and enjoyed it obviously. After a while I used only my index finger and my middle finger to actually scratch him from the inside, while pulling my fingers out. I repeated it over and over again and he complained about the growing pain. I told him that I had to prepare him for the hard fuck, but that I would soon been done. I had to rely on my handy work and so I got up and started lubing up my dick. “Sorry guys… but I can’t get hard. Too much alcohol I guess” he giggled. “Never mind, just let us charge your cunt up and we are gone anyway” I replied. “Give him some poppers” I told one of my friends. He handed the boy the brown bottle and told him to use it. “How?” he asked seriously. “I don’t do drugs” he added. “That’s not a drug baby, it is something to inhale to make you feel horny for cocks” I explained. You can keep the bottle afterwards, in case you want to enjoy some other gentlemen dicks in here. “The condom on your cock already?” he asked while he opened the bottle with a ‘plop’ and then sniffed at the bottle opening, while a pal pressed against his other nose opening. ‘Whoooosh’ “Oh my…. oh fuck…. what is this…..” he stuttered. My friends helped him stay on his feet. I parted his ass cheeks in the meanwhile and entered his soft asshole raw. “Oh fuck, this is it…. oh it feels so good. man…. fuck me hard…. fuck me hard into my pussy” he moaned. We made him inhale more of the poppers and every time he was almost freaking out and begging me to fuck deeper into his body. Of course I rammed my whole cock hard into him. This wasn’t supposed to be a romantic affair. This was hardcore POZ fucking. I fucked my dick hard into his hole, trying to inflict even more damage with every thrust I could muster. “You want to get your slut ass charged?” I whispered into his ears, while he experienced one rush after another. He nodded only “Tell me loud, that I can charge your cunt up” I advised him with my low and calm voice. “Fuck me hard into my ass…. (and then louder) Charge my slut ass up” he exclaimed. I grunted and held him by the shoulders, while I was speed-fucking him now. This put me over the edge and my toxic semen erupted inside his ass. My cock gushed five times and I kept on fucking him, to make sure my seed would infiltrate his body soon. After I pulled my cock out, I pretended I would get rid of the condom and stuffed my dick back into my jeans. My pal was next and I told him, while taking his place, to think about the condom. “Yes…. safety first please…. I don’t want to get sick by these…. sick…. bastards….” he repeated himself and took another good whiff. “I think there is enough lube left in there” my friend said with a smirking face. Without hesitance he entered the twink’s ass, who had one POZ load already inside his body…

On a more humorous side note, I’m reminded of staggering down the hill to catch the first Tube after a night on the Heath (not for the first time…) It was still dark but I snatched a photo of one of those old alleyways that lead off from the road and felt very proud of myself because, in black and white, it looked very Dickensian. No skill on my part, I must add - just a lucky point and shoot. I showed it to a strait laced work colleague who was impressed. ”That’s fantastic,” he said. “Where is it?”“Hampstead. About 5am,” I said without thinking. “Oh?” he said. “What were you doing in Hampstead at that time?” “I, er… I was at a party that ran on late…”

I was chatting with the guy, who fucked me one night ago. It was my first experience with men and it was great safe fucking. I was 19 years old and had a good athletic constitution. he told me in the chat, that he enjoyed fucking me and that he would like to do it again. I admitted that it was really fun for me too and I would only have sex with men till now. So he told me, that he has a little sit in with some friends. Nothing special, only speaking a little bit and drinking and I could join it and spend the night at his home. I agreed and was hoping that he would fuck me again in his bed that night. He told me, that I could come in tshirt and sports shorts. Some hours later I dressed up for the evening and put one some very thought tshirt and shorts and went to the address and rang the doorbell of the house. He opened the door and was completely naked. I was shocked and told him, what did it mean. He laughed and answered that I wanted be fucked that night, so … I did not know, why I did not run away but I entered the house and he told me to put of my clothes. Meanwhile my cock was hard as his was and I put of my clothes. We then entered the living room and then the next shocking moment started. 6 men from 30-60 were sitting naked in the living room, wanking their big hard cocks. I mumbled that this was not what I expected and I wanted to leave but he forced me in and told me that it would be really great and offered me a Bacardi cola. Ok I try, I said and drank the whole drink at once to get a little bit courage. Good boy said one of the men and told me to join him. He was the oldest but with the biggest cock being nearly 20 cm of hot meat. I went to him and he touched my ass, his fingers wandering to my butthole. Really nice ass you ve got, he told me, and I could only nod a little bit. I looked at him. He was in good shape for his age and was tattooed over his whole body. One scorpion and many other things where at his body. Two of the men pushed my body down, so my ass was laid opened for why another one creamed my asshole with a warm creamy liquid. They lowered the push, so I could stand and I argued that I had come for a sit in and not that. He laughed and said, that I can sit in here and there or sit on this, wanking his big fat cock. Someone gave me a little bit of poppers under my nose and as i breathed it I only thought why not, turned my back to him and asked for a condom. Not at all, laughed the old man, you will get it bare. I shook my head and another potion of poppers was hold under my nose. You will get my babies, he laughed and forced me to him with his hands and pushed my hips down, so his glans was pushed against my spincther. No please condom I uttered, but with all these poppers was to weak to defend myself. Here we go he yelled and his cock slit in my asshole. I screamed because of the size of his cock but he did not stop und pushed his cock slowly in my ass. I got another breath of poppers and my ass got used to the size. The pain felt away and I started to enjoy it and started to moan. Meanwhile his whole cock was entered in my ass. Me sitting on it started to ride it and he moaned that I ve been a good boy. I rode his cock again and again and then he moaned he was getting close but before he came in my ass, he realeased me and told me that he wanted to see my face when he shoots his load in my ass. He lead me to a mattress which was lying in the middle of the room and forced me to lay back with my back on it. He took my legs on this shoulders and I looked at him and begged please condom. He laughed that some of his swimmers are already working in my as and they need some colleagues And I breathed a little bit more poppers Which completely flashed me. He ordered his cock to my asshole and looked at me smiled and asked. What shall I do. I could not believe that I screamed please fuck me and do everything you want. Your wish he smiled and pushed his cock hard into my ass and started fucking fast and heavily. Oh fuck getting close, he said, and some seconds later I felt his cock twitching in my asshole again and again, with every twitch shooting his cum deep in my guts. Here are my babies, he smiled and released his cock out of my ass, followed my his cum, leaking out of it. But I got no time to relax. The next cock was at my pussy. I looked at the 50 year old man and again asked him to take a condom. He smiled, no need of that anymore, taking some cum from my asshole and putting it under my nose. Then he started fucking me.

For starters, her proposals re: restoring Women's Reproductive Freedom. Next, her proposals for gun reform. Then there's her "down payment" proposals, to help families get out of the cycle of renting, and into owning, which - as I'm sure you know - is a substantial step in building generational wealth. She understands that taxation burdens the less fortunate, and will help alleviate that. The other guy only has tariffs to offer, which everyone knows (or should) is merely an added sales tax on imported good's and services, that most folks agree is already taxed enough. As I'm sure you already know, virtually everything we buy has foreign-made parts/components. She's planning to ameliorate costs of rental housing, which is a huge step in building generational wealth. Harris is all about bending that Moral Arc as far towards Justice as she can, and that's more than enough reason for me to vote for her.

While I have no way to validate, I am somewhat convinced that the "dead heat" polls are more a ploy to get the electorate off our collective dead asses and go vote. Trump is publicly unhinged enough. All the attempts on his life have come from within his party. I don't think he is going to win, and I believe the R's will take a beating (although that might just be wishful thinking). Trump is absolutely going to declare a win. That's his MO. If a guy looking like him accepts defeat, it isn't Mr T, it's someone else.... It sounds like grandpa Joe is prepared for this.

Brock felt as though his virus was leaching the life from Dr. Shah. Brock understood the headspace the doctor now occupied. He had been there himself two months ago. It simultaneously felt like an eternity ago and also yesterday. What Brock didn't expect was the sense of power he felt. In a way he had just taken a man's life. No. That wasn't quite right. A man had given him his life. Willingly offered it. Demanded that Brock take it. Not directly, mind you. HIV was more survivable than ever and getting more so every year. But Dr. Shah now faced a lifetime of monitoring and medications with serious risk of side effects. Not only was the doctor fully aware of this, it was his career - his entire life's work. Brock had been holding Dr. Shah tenderly and savoring the moment while he processed all of this. That tenderness faded gradually as Brock's virus locked it away in the back of his mind. It was time to go back to work. Brock became acutely aware that his prick was still turgid. And that he was wearing too much clothing. Brock turned the doctor to face him. "I guess we are in uncharted territory here," he said to the crowd as much as Dr. Shah. "While the Society may never have another succession, in the event we do, let's begin a new tradition. "Uncle Dale, the doctor should receive your original strain as well." Brock spotted his uncle in the crowd. He had stripped down to nothing but a metal cock ring. Knowing his uncle, the cock ring was more for aesthetic than anything. His uncle nodded and began making his way toward Brock and the doctor. "And for all those who remained gathered - those Jarls who voted for the survival and furtherance of the society - let us baptize our newest member and wash him in as many of the first generation strains as we have gathered here," Brock barely recognized the confidence and command in his own voice. Maybe it was the virus speaking. A murmur of excitement shot through the crowd. Most everyone seemed excited about the idea. Uncle Dale and some of the crowd cleared way for a large, padded platform that had been pushed out of the way for the meeting. Dr. Shah, still looked a bit bewildered, but he also appeared very content. Brock led the doctor over to the oversized platform. By the vinyl upholstery, brock suspected this was specifically made for such a purpose. Brock laid the doctor down and confiscated the doctor's white briefs before moving out of the way so his uncle could have his turn. Brock brought the doctor's briefs to his face and inhaled deeply. The doctor's natural musk was intoxicating. Not a high like the amyl, this invoked desire. Brock's virus helped him sort through the mixture of pheromones. It was like a litmus test of the doctor's thoughts leading up to tonight. Lust. Fear. Excitement. Anger. More lust. Brock was vaguely aware of his uncle beginning to penetrate the doctor. "Kiddo, you stretched him out so much! It's like throwing a hot dog down a hallway over here," he chided. Brock could only smirk. Brock surveyed the crowd of Jarls. The majority of them appeared to be his uncle's age or older. Builds ranging from "Peter Pan" perpetual twinks up to burly, ball-gutted bears. The cocks on display were equally varied. Brock felt a flash of something else through the haze of power. Community. Despite being half the age of the youngest guy here, Brock felt a powerful sense of belonging. Brock glanced back over at his uncle. He seemed to be having a good time. He had no difficulty sinking his 8" cock into the doctor. Some of Brock's jizz oozed out around his prick. Like some kind of donut filled with coconut milk. "My god, bud! How much cum did you shoot in the good doctor?!" His uncle joked some more. Brock selected the first Jarl and guided him over to the side of the fuck table. "Introduce yourself to our friend the doctor and me, then christen him with your load," Brock commanded. "Brian. Baton Rouge nest," the man said shortly. He had a delightful accent. Brian looked to be in his 50s. He was was athletically built and nearly hairless. What caught Brock's attention was his height. Brock wasn't great at judging the height of people shorter than himself. By his approximation Brian stood 5'3". In contrast to the size of his body, his cock looked huge, but it was a good 3" shorter than Brock's. Brock watched as Brian easily pushed himself to orgasm. Where Brock had always been a powerful shooter, Brian's orgasm seeped from the tip of his circumcised dick like a thick syrup and dropped onto the doctor's furry chest in a puddle. Seeing his fellow Jarl's load drove Uncle Dale into a brief frenzy. To be fair, Brock felt a surge of feral desire from his own virus recognizing itself in the spill of Brian's precious reproductive nectar. Every depraved fucker in the room perked up a bit. Brock had to stay focused, though. Brock took another deep inhale of the doctor's briefs and began working his way through the crowd. David from L.A. was an unexpectedly femme bear who looked like he could break most of them in half. His short, fat prick shot for distance. Most of his load missed the doctor entirely, but some thin drops landed here and there from the doctor's neck to his shins. The moment of frenzy ripped through the crowd as the scent of his cum filled the air. Brock raised the briefs to his face again. Alex from Brooklyn. Tall. Skinny. Hairless. His cock was like himself in penis form. Probably 10" long, below average girth. His ejaculation was one medium force shot of thick, white cream. Anthony from Atlanta. Medium height, built like a linebacker. His gorgeous, uncut black cock contrasted nicely with his pearl-white load. After each load, the frenzy built a bit more in the crowd and the doctor's scent went further and further to Brock's head. Uncle Dale's moans caught Brock's attention. He had the doctor's knees on his shoulders and was ready to explode. Dr. Shah was notably quiet. Some grunting and heavy breathing, but otherwise he seemed to be in a trance. His olive skin was streaked with at least 20 loads of cum of all manners of size and viscosity. "You're going to have to tag in again, kiddo," Dale said after he caught his breath. If Dr. Shah's hole had looked like a donut filled with coconut oil before, it now looked like someone had smashed that donut in a fit of lunacy. "I'll trade you." He smirked.

I feel like, as a bottom, I almost never take dick pics. My pecker is like the lettuce leaf under the fried dumplings at the Chinese place, it's there for decoration.

Mine!

I was talking to this young guy and he wanted to come over and fuck He even said he was capable of two loads. gave him address and he said he would be there at 10 then he asked a whole lot of questions which I answered but become suspicious he then said he was nervous but okay Then at 9:45 he just disappeared why go on a site (this was sniffies) if you really don’t want to have sex Stay off site

This is a story inspired by a video post I recently watched (and spunked over bigtime!) ********************************************************************************************************************************* I recently changed the pizza place I use for takeaways, and to be honest I was glad I did, the first evening I ordered something I had a fucking stiffy in my pants after seeing the delivery boy, cute short ginger little muscled fucker with a wide smile and a peach of a bum in his shorts that I gazed at longingly as he walked away from my door. Though I could tell he was a little intimidated by a very large black man each time he turned up to deliver pizza he was friendly and chatty. In time he stayed to chat on the doorstop and I gathered that he was a bit dumb and as he giggled one evening, saying he could smell weed, I surmised he was a bit of a stoner. In addition, from the way he looked at me it gave me a hint that maybe fancied me a bit, but maybe a bit shy or intimidated to follow through. My time came late on a Friday night when I got in from work, showered, put on a robe and ordered a pizza. I was watching a bit of porn whilst smoking a joint and idly playing with my semi-hard cock when the buzzer rang. I was waiting at the door when the lad came up the stairs. He was definitely not himself, in fact he looked a bit teary. I asked him what was wrong and he explained that he had just been given a bollocking by his boss. "Awwww, fuck man, that's a bummer. He chew you out big time eh?" The lad sniffed, responding "Yeah, fucking bastard he...." Then he suddenly stopped talking, and just stared downwards. It was then I realised my robe had fallen open. I laughed, saying "Haven't you ever seen another man's cock before?" His face was almost as red as his hair and he mumbled "Of course," but I noticed that he licked his lips. "Hey, when you finish, why don't you come around we can have some beers and some weed." His eyes lit up as he asked "Really? You want me to come and hang out?" I smiled, answering "Sure, kiddo." When he turned up later that night I was ready. I was delighted to see that he even turned up with his own beer. A few beers and a few joints later I asked him why he was so shocked to see my dick earlier. He blushed furiously and stammered-out this answer: "I've never seen a black man's cock before." Naturally I laughed, asking "But you have seen a man's dick before, eh boy?" He nodded somewhat shyly so I pressed harder "Have you sucked one?" God, I almost burst when he nodded blushing bright red again, but picked-up on the thread, saying "Hey, nothing wrong with that boy." He visibly relaxed as if he had let out a big hidden secret. I smiled and pushed the line of question a bit further, asking "Been fucked?" He almost spat his beer out "No!" I laughed, commenting "Well, never say never." Then I pulled-out my meth pipe, lit it, and took a hit. All wide-eyed, he asked "Whats that?" I exhaled, smiling at him, answering "Primo shite, kiddo. Better than weed." He watched me take another hit, and screwing-up his courage, asked "Can I try it?" I casually smiled, and answered "Of course, my boy." I packed the pipe nice and heavy, and then walked over, sat down next to him, handed him the pipe, and as he looked a bit unsure, I told him what to do. He took to the pipe like a baby to its mothers tit, inhaling deeply and then laughing as the hit took hold. "Fuck, that's good." He started to sweat a bit so it was easy for me to get him to take-off his top. His body was even better than I'd anticipated - he was very pale shade of white, smooth-skinned, and very muscled. I re-packed the pipe and handed it to him. As he blew clouds I felt his big pecs and tweaked his nipples. His eyes now glazed over, I put one hand behind his head, pulled my robe open with the other, and felt no no resistance at all as I pushed his head down, his sweet boy mouth opening-up and finding my big hard cock. As he sucked my bulbous cock head I pulled the back of his shorts down and rubbed his muscled ass. Then, as he groaned in pleasure, I took a hit myself and then pulled him off my dick, went to the bathroom leaving him, and, as I was now in for a busy night, I popped a Viagra and slid a nice thick chrome cock ring around my meat. When I came out of the bathroom I was fucking blown away that he was kneeling on the bed taking another hit of Tina through the pipe. Noticing his eyes were completely glazed, I took the pipe off him and with no resistance from him I twisted him around so he was kneeling on the edge of the bed. I gave his back a little shove and he went forward so his chest was on the bed and his arse was high in the air. I rubbed his white arse gently and he groaned as his boi hole puckered. I held him with one hand while I lined my cock up with his unlubed boi pussy, and pushed-in slowly, teasing his hole with my dickhead. His hole resisted at first but each time I applied pressure, the tip of my dick would spread his little white hole a little more. Then around the seventh thrust, his hole spread and my cock head popped inside. He made a little 'Uuuuhhhh' noise, so I rested for a moment enjoying the view of his little white hole obscenely stretched round my fat black dick. I rubbed my hand over his back soothing him as I pushed gently forcing his hole to accept more of my cock deeper into his ass. He moaned and groaned a bit but didn't resist as my cock penetrated deeper in to his inexperienced ed boi cunt. I stopped at the halfway point, rubbing his back telling him "Oh baby boy, you doing so good." He groaned again as I again applied pressure, pushing another couple of inches inside him. His hole felt so tight round my dick and I was delighted when I reached under him to find him playing with his little hard dick. As I started to fuck him gently I loved the way his hole stretched out with my pull out thrusts and him making 'Uh uh uh' noises as my dick slowly pushed in and out of his ass. "Little boy, you love that big black daddy cock, don't ya boy?" He gave a garbled "Mmmmmmm" again, but then it was not a rhetorical question on my part. I resisted the urge to really rough fuck him, as I wanted his introduction to anal sex to be mutually pleasurable, and besides, the night was young and there would be plenty of time to rape him later. I withdrew my dick from his hole, and he groaned, which prompted me to grin as I inspected his ass lips, finding his little ring was completely puffed-up. He moaned again as I slipped my cock head back in before his hole could close I murmured "Don't worry, baby. Daddy's not finished with your arse - not for a long time yet." He literally sighed as I penetrated deeply into him. His hole was learning fast and though the boy would definitely have a hurting boi pussy the next day, for the moment he was flying on the chems and loving his virgin hole reamed out by my big black dick. I started to fuck him a little harder with no complaints from him, just a lot of little yelps and groans of pleasure which the sensations in my dick mirrored, I shifted forward so I was now kneeling on the bed, with my dick buried to the hilt in his hole I reached forward and grabbed him by his ginger hair pulling him up so he had to use his hands to steady himself. "Look in the mirror boy" I snarled, his eyes focused on the mirrored wardrobe by the bed. He gasped as he saw the reflection of himself being fucked by a big black man old enough to be his grandfather. "Oh, god" he cried as I picked up the pace, plunging my dick into his now red swollen boi pussy. "That's right, little white boy. Watch yourself being corrupted." His groans grew louder but his eyes stayed glued to the action in the mirror. My balls started to tingle as I felt my spunk boiling in them, aching for release. "Fuck yeah, boy, Daddy's going to breed you boi." My dick started to swell and though I held off as long as I could, I knew it would not be long, "Daddy's going to get you pregnant boy, pregnant with my poz babies." His eyes widened and he gurgled with his tongue hanging out of his mouth. Soon my dick swelled more and then I blew volley after volley of my seed deep into his guts, and exactly at the same time he shot his load so hard that some of it actually hit the mirror.

Berlin is often seen as a paradise because of the culture, clubs, bars, and big events like BLF, Folsom, CSD, and Hustlaball this last weekend. It has a dark side too... Last Monday I was at a loose end in the evening and since there was nothing interesting on at the clubs and bars, I decided to go cruise the park at Tiergarten and had just arrived there when I heard loud voices from over near the ping pong tables. I didn't understand what was being said but you could tell it really wasn't friendly. I figured it was maybe some drunks or something and circled away from the area for a bit. After 15-20 minutes I cautiously headed back toward the cruising area, listening carefully, and could hear no more shouting. Then, suddenly, someone turned on a bright torch and was shining it at me and shouted 'hey hey'. I decided to exit to the nearest road and walked up a path to Altonauer Strasse. As I did, I was aware someone was behind me and closing in which made me really uncomfortable. I side stepped and stopped suddenly ready to confront him, but the guy hurriedly carried on past me up the path to the street. I figured he too was making a quick exit. I left a distance and walked up to the street, where he was stood still, playing with his phone. I walked past him trying to keep a distance to avoid him but he spoke to me and said something which again I didn't understand. I walked off feeling safer being on a brightly lit street. I must've only got a few steps away when a car pulled up sharp just ahead of me and two guys got out - obviously very angry. There was a confrontation - one held me so I couldn't get away. When they realized I don't speak German they switched to broken English - "I will kill you for what you did. I have a gun and I will shoot you dead right now. Admit what you did to him." He was pointing at the guy with the phone I passed moments before. Over and over with shouting, pushing, shoving and hitting. I got an opportunity to break free and ran into the road - figuring maybe someone would stop and help - or at least see what was happening. As luck would have it, the traffic lights had changed - so there was no traffic! The guys came for me again and this time he hit me hard at my temple. I went down and one of them - maybe it was the phone guy - was shouting leave him, leave him, go, go so they got back into their car and left me stumbling in the road toward siegesaule. I was in shock and my mind was all over the place. Somehow it then occurred to me to grab my phone and dial 112 - which I started to do -- but being in shock I struggled and fumbled around with it. Their car sped past me and then they must've seen the phone in my hand as it stopped abruptly and the door opened and they guy was screaming something about 'take a fucking picture'. At this point the traffic lights must've changed and the general traffic caught up to us - the car sped off again. Shaking, I walked in the bus lane and was waving at passing taxi's to try and get one to stop. None did. I spotted a bus stop where there was some people stood and I headed that way. I sat in the shelter and the people there were trying their best to ignore me. A bus came and I rode a few stops to get some distance between me and Tiergarten. No permanent physical damage - bruising, swelling, and a jaw that hurts to open wide. Mentally, it may take a time for me to be as comfortable as I was walking alone at night in the city. I went to Maneo/Man-o-meter today to report the incident as they encourage reports on this kind of thing. The guys there were sympathetic but said this kind of thing is happening more and more frequently. Reflecting on it, my initial reaction was 'I am being robbed' but they guys made no attempt to take anything. Honestly they could have beaten me a lot worse. I think this was done to scare and intimidate. I think it was a team with 'phone guy' marking me and tipping them off. I'm not here to say 'Don't go cruising in Tiergarten, it's too dangerous' - that way they are the ones who win. It does seem everyone I talked to who cruises has an 'I was attacked at Tiergarten' story. I think I'd become too comfortable with Berlin and my guard was down too far. Just be aware that this sort of thing is on the increase. Don't go alone. And if it seems a bit suspect or someone's behaviors is a bit off - err on the side of caution. I realize I am no longer young enough to outrun trouble - so risk has to be managed accordingly. There are plenty of safe places to cruise in Berlin, like Lab, Scheune, Bull, Woof, New Action to name a few. Sorry this is long and rambling but it has been somewhat therapeutic to write it down and get it out of my head. I just hope someone is more careful as a result of reading it and avoids trouble themselves.

So...this year is looking great. What can I say? Master knew I was made for this, and is actively working to make my addiction to cum even stronger. I really don't spend a minute without thinking to have a cock pumping hot cum inside my ass. It's been a great year until now, months of training resulted also in a nice ass to grab and fill with sperm. Current load count is 1419...the record is a bit far (1750) but I am sure that Master will slut me out during the last part of the year, since we're supposed to also travel around the US. Unfortunately had to stop a couple of weeks due to a syphilis test coming back positive (I test every 45 days)...which is shit as I am used to have 2/3 guys unloading in my ass each day...I cant cope with the level of hornyness I have right now. Suggestions?

Over the years I've found only a handful of videos where a guy who has been taking loads decides to flip and breed another guy as his well-used hole is oozing jizz. That is a huge turnon for me, albeit a pretty esoteric fetish. Can you recommend any videos with that particular scene? Thanks.

I bet he got off from the hunt for home and that’s why he ghosted you. Most guys just stroke to these dating sites and apps. I had the opposite. I was going to a top’s house to be bred. Pic exchange, got the house number all that good stuff. As I was waiting to turn into his complex he calls me and says he saw me waiting to turn and got so excited he shot his load, so leave lol. The most annoying is when a guy is in a hotel and invites me over and won’t give a room number until you’re in the parking lot then ghost you when you arrive

That's just hookup sites. Seems to be about 90% timewasters and 10% genuine guys. Have to wade through it to find something decent. I'm pretty good at filtering out the flakes but you can never avoid them all.

I took my last load 12 hours ago. He fucked me with no lube so after he left I pushed out his creamy load. It looked more like 3 loads and I licked it all up

when I see fun top with a (elongated) GAPE and even better, dripping and drooling DNA from random inseminations just prior to him topping, I'm super turned on. BACK-STORY: I recall Gaydotcom public chat episodes during the millennial MAINSTREAM transition away from the then common. holier-than-thou condom SAFE SEX ONLY (as dogma lip service) towards the NEW NORMAL of RAW IS LAW bareback sports-fucking! I recall hypocrisy and being SHUNNED (as trash) by snobby ALL=BOTTOM bareback queens. Specifying they were looking for those who ONLY TOP. And arrogantly dismissing guys who were more opportunistically VERSE like myself, saying THEY JUST SPREAD HIV. They presumed an ALL TOP was more masculine or SAFE I guess and being ALL BOTTOM was like a better female or SAFER than those horrible TRASHY SLUTS. Fast forward to now. I'm super turned on by SLUTTY, TRASHY, promiscuous bad-boys and we all (in the NEW NORMAL) have embraced the once derogatory terminology of [banned word] risky behavior. Guys cockily posing with a smirk, a boner and a cum-dripping hole have become the ultimate expression of sexual liberation for the ever more dare amateur posers of the internet. LOVE taking loads from them... or imagine: them using their overflowing DNA collection dripping from their holes as LUBRICANT before fucking me, OR YOU!!! SWOON!

It’s amazing that Medicare fraudster Rick Scott who committed the largest Medicare fraud at the time got elected Senator. Now he’s the architect of the bill dismantling Social Security, Medicare, and Medicaid, and he still somehow has a chance to get elected again. Good luck, Florida!

I hadn't showered in two days and had a dirty slut come over to get fucked. He loves letting his inner slut out with me and I encourage it. I had him get naked as soon as he got in the door. I stayed clothed while we made out and I gripped every part of his body. Offered him a drink and he showered. Once he was cleaned up and, still naked, I made out with him some more as I fondled his body even more aggressively. I followed him to the basement (I love watching his ass in front of me!) where he took off my clothes and sniffed and burrowed his face into my pits, crotch, and ass. I could tell he was getting more slutty and I told him some of what I was going to do his pussy and he moaned in excitement. I put him in my sling and slid my cock into him without any lube. Only a minor flinch on his part and I started fucking his ass while he sniffed fresh poppers. In 5 to 10 minutes, he started to have anal orgasms which clenched and sucked up my cock. Of the bottoms I breed, he has the most anal orgasms which is thrilling and turns me on even more. And in a way, it delays my own orgasm. Once he had a number of anal orgasms and his pussy massaged my cock with each one, I locked his wrists above his head to the sling chains and put a blindfold on him. I started using several dildos in his pussy switching out with my cock. His anal orgasms started getting more intense as he would start pissing with each wave. During one of his anal orgasms, I roared with my own orgasm. But I didn't stop there and used the dildos again to push my cum deeper into his slut pussy. It's really interesting to feel his assgasms through the handle of the dildos and I tease the dildo through his clenched pussy muscles. When he seemed exhausted, I told him that I see he's tired but I need to make his pussy cum just a few more times. And I continued for another 10 - 20 minutes while I watched his face contort and his ass spasm even more. He got out of the sling like a rag doll but I wasn't done with him. I brought him to the floor and made him pleasure my cock and balls and shot another load down his throat. He crawled up next to me and put his face in my arm pit breathing deep and falling limp into a slight slumber. I let him snooze a bit while I started some food for us. I came back 15 minutes later and he was asleep on the floor face down. That beautiful, well-used ass was too good to pass up. I started gently playing with it and he stayed asleep. I surprised myself and got another hard on that I slid into him and pumped another load into his pussy as he woke up during the breeding. Three loads in two hours! And he had countless assgasms. I think I found a good one to use. Now to share him with some top buddies.

like so many people here, I had my first experience raw.... it was the just, just, just prior to the beginning of the AIDS epidemic, and practically no one gay used condoms then. Loved the closeness, the incredible feeling of shooting in a warm ass, all wet and as I was sliding in, pulling out, with my foreskin aiding in making the back and forth so much more fun. Really got into the feeling of a cock without any wrapping going deeper into my fuckhole. Loved sucking on his capped cock too, especially the precum pouring out of his piss slit. Then, I became so very pro-condom. Had to, in order to survive. What brought me around to my bareback stance was going for the first time to the Flex Saunas in Atlanta in July 1996, just after Pride. Got fucked, pissed on, ate ass, had a guy treat my hole like an all-evening ice cream.... used a couple of condoms, and a few guys cum with rubbers, and it just isn't the same. When you can feel a guy shoot his load in you, you know that you've been really fucked.

The First Weekend Danny and I had shared many intimate details that I had in my mind, some very hot and vivid, and never had Danny ever been shocked or judged, another thing I loved having Danny as my friend. Over the years I had shared with Danny my deepest desires, from submitting to him, having my ass owned, and being bred by multiple men. Danny was always interested in helping me explore those desires. One thing we were also very clear about is my dark desires around poz/neg sex. I knew Danny was poz, undetectable, but his acceptance of my desires was another huge turn on. After talking online for years, it was time to finally accept what I needed and realize Danny would be the one to help me fulfill it. The agreement was for me to drive to Danny's house for an overnight 'get to know you' session. I knew there would be many levels, and weekends, for my education and awakening. This first weekend was to be just Danny and I, getting to know each other which would include Danny making love to me and cumming in me as much as possible. The trip would take over an hour so I had packed and prepared for the trip and meeting Danny. After I was all packed and ready, I showered one last time, and cleaned out, as I wanted to be ready and fresh for Danny. I wore a loose fitting a t-shirt, shorts, jock, and flip flops. I was pretty sure I would be undressing quickly upon arrival. Danny and I made a pact to not cum for a week before meeting. I was getting aroused often on my drive, often day dreaming of a video I had seen of my dear friend fucking a bottom. Watching his cock slowly being pulled out of his bottom after cumming. I would be hard just picturing that in my head. mmmmmm I pulled up to Danny's house, grabbed my backpack from the car, cock still semi hard in my jock, and climbed the steps. I didn't even need to knock, Danny opened the door as soon as I was about to knock. I looked at him and smiled as I moved into the house. Danny was smiling at me and said, "welcome Tim. it is so fucking good to see you". As Danny went to close the door I noticed that he was wearing a t-shirt and jock, and was obviously hard already. When the door had shut, Danny moved closer and placed his hand on my lower back. "Let me take your bag Tim". I released my bag and he took it, all the while his hand had moved to my ass. "Please sit down and make yourself comfortable, I will be right back.", Danny said. He squeezed my ass cheek and moved through the room with my backpack. The tv in his living room was playing some good bareback porn, which I LOVE, so I immediately kicked off my shoes and shorts, leaving my t-shirt and jock on. I took a seat on the couch and focused on the tv. The scenes were close ups of cock sliding in and out of holes. The picture was so intense, closeups and the guys' ass lips sicking to the big cock that was fucking him. To my left Danny entered the room again, cock still hard behind his jock. Danny looked at the tv and then back to me, then back to the tv. "Look at those ass lips babe. Amazing." I could not agree more, they were so sexy. Without looking at Danny, "one day sir, one day I want mine to look like that". Now it was my turn to get hard. Danny just lightly said, "yum" and walked over to the end of the couch I was on. Stood there and took off his jock so his cock was exposed, hard, with a cock ring on. "Tim, that is the goal, to make you into a great sub bottom boy". He stepped forward so his cock was in my face. I could see his precum on his cock, starting to drip out more. So hot! I wrapped my lips around his cock and started sucking out all the precum I could. "that's it baby, suck my cock", Danny said. "Now look at the tv Tim, wow". With Danny's cock in my mouth I shifted my eyes to a gorgeous site. The camera was moving into a close up view of the bottom's ass. The top had just pulled out and apparently filled the bottom with cum. His hole was so open and cum dripping out a little. I just moaned on Danny's cock. I pulled off his cock and took it in my hand. Looking up at Danny I said, "I want my hole to be like that one day Danny". Then I took his cock back into my mouth. "I am going to help you get there, turning you into a cum slut, little by little", Then Danny added, "but first I need to suck on those ass lips. Time to head into the bedroom". I let Danny's cock fall from my mouth and slid his jock down and off of him. I stood and took off my jock as well then turned and headed the from which Danny came. I then stopped, not knowing my way. Danny came up behind me, hands on my ass cheeks, lifting my cheeks, basically exposing my hole. His cock head landed right at my hole....and I could feel his wetness. "To the left Tim", Danny said without skipping a beat. I let his cock linger at my hole for a few seconds and then moved to the left where I could see his bedroom door open, a big bed, and my backpack on the floor. As we entered his room, I peeled off my t-shirt, now completely naked, and got on Danny's bed. I got on my back so I could see him, pulled my legs up and slowly stroked my cock. Danny took of his shirt, "I need to eat your ass baby". Danny climbed on the bed and took my cock in his hand, licked my shaft a few times and then swallowed my big hard cock. Fuck this man could suck cock. After deep throating me a few times, he started licking my shaft, and then my balls and up my shaft. Danny kept licking the underside of my balls while pushing my legs up and back towards my chest, exposing my tight but eager hole. Danny paused, almost in a whisper he said, "fuck yes". Danny looked up at me, "I have waited so long to get at your ass Tim". He took one long lick over my hole then lifted his head a little and let a long thick amount of spit fall from his mouth to my aching hole. Then he dove in with his tongue. I had never felt anything like this, Danny was incredible and tongue fucking my hole while spreading my ass further apart. He would stop every now and then and admire his work of opening up my hole. Danny started to get up on his hands and knees, I could see his cock rock hard and dripping as he stayed there on all fours. I thought this was it, he was going to fuck me, but I was wrong. "Turn over Tim, up on your knees so I can taste you from behind". I did as he told me, flipping over and kept my ass up for him, resting my head on his pillow. Danny moved in again and spread me open, immediately tonguing my hole again. Trying to open me up as much as he could. He had moved one of his hands to my cock..stroking my now hanging rock hard cock. I could look under me and see me dripping precum now. I wanted him in my ass so bad. Danny pulled his tongue out of my ass and just massaged my ass cheeks. "Tim, you are open now and taste so good. Please get on your back again, I want in between your legs." My ass was aching so bad, but I wanted to know what was next. I rolled over on to my back again and adjusted myself so my legs were up and head resting on his pillow. Danny moved closer so his hands were on my knees. He reached out and stroked my cock a little more. "Damn nice cock Tim". Of course he was still rock hard and leaking precum. He dropped my cock and moved in between my legs...sucked my cock a minute and kissed is way up so his head was above mine. I now felt his wet hard cock head right on my hole, like it was magically directed to my tightness. "Tim, I am so happy you are here, finally. I have waited so long for this". The more Danny talked, the move his cock bobbed and leaked on my exposed hole. He then bent down to kiss me fully and his cock head just wedged into my tight hole. He then backed off of kissing me. "Tim, tell me what you want". "Danny, I have wanted this for so long, please fuck me". "What do you want, please tell me". Danny said. "I want your poz cock in me so bad, please fuck me baby:." "Thank you Tim" Danny said and then leaned in to kiss me. This time though, he pushed his cock head a little harder and parted my hole and then it happened. My tight ass lips grabbed his cock head and brought his cock into my hole. "Fuck Tim, your ass is so ready". I panted, "and your cock is so ready for my ass, fuck me Danny". Danny got up on his hands and slid his cock in even more. Then he pulled out a little, but not pulling out all the way, lifted himself up so his hands were on my knees again. He then slid his cock back into me even more than before. I was looking up at his face, he was smiling so much. "your cock is so perfect for my tight ass Danny. please fill me up". Danny knew what I meant and on his next push in just kept sinking his cock into me, all the way. "there baby, I am all the way in you. I am so close to cumming, I am oozing my precum in your womb." Danny started to pull his cock out of me again and said, "do you want all of me in you?". I looked up at him and said, "please breed me baby, deep". "fuck" is all he said. he started sliding in and out faster. I could tell his orgasm was starting to build. "please fuck me full of your cum Danny, please. I need it" I was shouting at him now. His pace was building and building, really fucking me hard now, balls slapping against me. This went on longer than I thought and I couldn't take it anymore, it felt so good, I need to cum. I went to take my cock in hand and noticed I was oozing cum, not precum, just oozing cum. It felt so good. I wanted to time my orgasm with Danny's. Danny shoved in one last time, hard, and yelled "take my cum Tim". I felt him swell and start to shoot his love into me, I could feel the first few steams of his hot cum. I grabbed my cock and pulled hard, shooting immediately at the same time as Danny, both of us moaning and groaning at the same time. Finally, I had this hot man's load deep in me. He started to finally move, slightly, little strokes. Danny looked at me, "fuck that was hot Tim". "Yes baby it was". Danny had my legs pushed back and apart as he slowly started to slide out of me. Finally I felt his wet cock drop out of my ass. He was looking directly at my hole. He scoot back a little bit and pushed my legs up more then dipped his head between my ass and licked some of his cum out of my ass. He did that a few times and then he got up on his knees, I could see his dripping cock. Danny looked at me, "clean my cock Tim". I was still covered in my own cum, but it didn't matter, I couldn't get to Danny's cock fast enough. I was on hands and knees and I lifted is now soft, very wet, cock to my mouth and sucked him in. I cleaned off his cock with vigor, tasting his salty cum load and my ass on his cock! it was so hot. Danny leaned over my back and started playing with my ass then guiding a finger into my hole. "Tim, you definitely have me in you now". Both Danny and I fell to the bed, finally, and he cuddled me from behind. I was so happy and content. I pushed back slightly to feel Danny's wetness on my ass cheek. I knew he was still leaking drops of cum. Danny's hands roamed the front of my body, from nipples to fondling my soft cock. "I can't wait to fuck you again Tim", Danny whispered to me. That is the last thing I remember as I fell asleep with a smile. I awoke some time later, it was darker in the house. I immediately felt my as being attended to. As my sleepiness faded I realized I was more on my stomach now and Danny made muffled moans as he ate my ass, clearly taking in the taste of his own load. I started moaning immediately. Danny stopped, "sorry to wake you babe, but I couldn't help it. Your ass is so ready and tastes wonderful, I need to fuck you again, but couldn't help tasting you first". Danny slid up behind men and starting rubbing his hard wet cock all over my ass cheeks and brushing my hole. "It is time Tim", Danny said, and with that he started pushing into me again. "I am going fuck you hard and put my seed deep in you". Danny was right on his word, he started shoving his cock in deep, pulling all the way out, and shoving back in deep again. Over and over, relentless fucking. completely different than him making love to me earlier, but I was right there with him. We had our sexy love making earlier, it was time for him to use my ass and breed me. "Yes sir, please fuck my ass, seed me please" I said. Then I started repeating, "fuck me, fuck me, fuck me". The bed was practically bouncing now with his hard thrusts into my ass. Fuck this felt so good and he knew it. "Like that, don't you boy?". He knew I did. Danny was pounding me hard and finally shoved in me very hard, yelling, "take my poz cum Tim" And that was it, he was cumming in me again! I too shot without even touching my cock. It felt so fucking wonderful. This is how my first night being with Danny went, bliss and being filled with his hot, special, cum loads. Of course Danny came in me one more time before I left the next day. I was a cummy mess. By the time I got home the next day, I was leaking and had to quickly move into my house and a shower. I fell asleep for the rest of the weekend, thinking about being fucked by Danny and what that meant for me. I know there are great times ahead and I thought about those as I dozed off. to be continued....

Went to reopened Steamer Quay in Torquay. usually lunch is quiet but got the guys were starved of sex. About 20 in there, I fucked a couple and had 10 fuck me. Biggest load count for years 😎 😮 😛😉

The music is loud… some techno shit… not good not bad… I try to look like I belong in this place… I do not know the language but who cares… I am not here for the talking. In fact the more anonymous the better… I am a traveler. I am staying in this city for three nights and I intend to make the best of it… The moment I arrived I went to the hotel, jumped in the shower, cleaned inside- out, wore my worn out fuck jeans, no under wear, took my poppers in hand… and here I am in a bar at the center of the gay neighbourhood drinking my beer and gathering my strength to go downstairs where I know is the darkroom… I am not invisible… I am tall 6.3 black hair, moustache, with the confidence of an Alpha Top … Well I used to .. in my old days… Alas… not any more… now I know what I am … I am a cumdump… the men who like to breed a real man cunt, sure they have a good time with me… but again some not… no big deal… that’s is life… and I am OK with it… I usually smile, I say “I do not fuck… I like to get fucked and I only do bareback…” And when I say it I smile so no hurt feelings… And most of the guys are Ok with that. So life goes on… And the path of my life brought me here in this seedy leather bar. I see people look at me try to figure out what is the story behind my Mediterranean poker face… But none approaches and I approach no one either. Second beer… The bartender takes the tip with the smile. Europeans do not tip bartenders. “The fun is downstairs” he said in English. “I know” was my answer. No more talk… I went back to my corner. A man around his 50’s was standing opposite of me. Tall maybe a bit taller than me… Beard… Stocky… Nordic… In leather. Intense eyes. He is drinking his beer slowly. Looking at me… I took the challenge and I returned back the glance with the same intensity. His eyes showed nothing. He was good… A silent hunter. That is OK with me… I can wait… I won’t make the first move. If there is any kind of invitation it has to be from his part. That is the rules of the game. And I was right. He approaches me first. “Boy I need to piss… come downstairs… Now!!!” Yeap, he read me right. I followed him downstairs… he took a turn right to one of the booths… waited in the open door. I came closer. He kissed me… He knew how to kiss… Not soft not hard, but with dominance… I felt the taste of the beer. He took my hand and put it at his open fly… Damn… uncut and thick … the way I like it… Not soft but not hard either… He didn’t touch my cock at all… put his hand under trying to find my hole… He found the target easily…. “I’d love to piss in your hole…” “Go for it…” was my answer…. “Let’s find the sling”… We went thru the dark corridors… Men in the basement were walking back and forth from one wall to the other like ghosts… Hunting… for the next pray… for the next cock… for the next ass… I read their minds… They knew I was his… and with his walk in front of me he left no doubts … I was his… There was the sling… unoccupied… Didn’t take me long to take my trousers off… put it on the sling and lay on it… Took his lube… spread it around my hole then all over his thick tool… I was hard… but he stil hadn’t touch my cock.. I was not given permission to touch it either … Took my poppers out….. Nice buzz… He took his too… and then I felt his cockhead pressing my spinster… “Ready boy?” I loved the way he pushed it in… It hurt a bit but it was a nice kind of pain. My eyes locked in his… “Here it comes…” he said and then I felt it… Warm piss in my hole… And his eyes still there locked in mine. And yes a slight smile. There was another buzz … Damn chem piss…. My favourite kind…. “I love chem piss… “ I heard my self whispering while he still kept steel in my ass… “You like slamming boy?” he asked. “I love slamming Sir, but I cannot handle the needle myself… “ I said… “Good… I love slamming my boys…. Do you want to be my boy for tonight BOY?” How sweet of him… he was still pissing in my ass and slowly started to slide his thick cock inside my sloppy ass… He looked like he cared.. “Yes, Sir.... I can be anything you want me to be…” was all I said. And I meant it. “Do you want to be my slam whore for tonight boy?” So strange hearing a man calling me “Boy”… and somehow I felt a kind of peace in me… “Yes, Sir! I trust you…” He started fucking me faster… “You like my dick?” he asked. “Love your dick Sir” I answered back and I meant it. “Do you like my piss in you?” soft voice… taunting me.. teasing me… “Yes, Sir although I make a mess”… “No worries… we are not done yet… I will deliver the deed first... and then some more… we are not in a hurry… Are you in a hurry?” he was fucking me slowly… but not in the way to breed… just the way to feel my wetness inside me… and take the pleasure I was giving him… “No Sir, I am not in a hurry… I am your boy for tonight…” He smiled… nice teeth…. I liked that he was not afraid to smile… Most Tops don’t smile… I guess part of the mask… I don’t complain. I wear my masks as well… but this time I was Ok… I felt safe being a cumdump in a sleazy bar offering my ass to a complete stranger, talking English in an equal heavy accent as mine… And I meant it... I was his boy for tonight… That was clear in my mind… “You know what I want right now?” he asked again with his smooth whisper… “What?” “ A nice slam!” “Here?” “Yessssss while I am fucking you… Do you trust me?” My logic said no… but fuck logic… I took another big sniff from the poppers and instead of an answered I offered him my arm… “Good boy… “ was all he said… From one of his pockets he took one point… without taking his cock off from my ass he found the vein and I felt a small prick… He was good… I knew I was in good hands… I saw how he registered the point, the slight draw back of the blood entering the needle and then he pushed it all in… “There you go boy… fly away…” I heard my self coughing a bit… and then the buzz came like a wave… an electric wave … like flying… I felt like a leaf… ready to surrender on the wind… yes I was moving but it was the motions of the fucking… “Yes… be my slam whore”…. And the fucking became more intense…. He started to speak in his own language… Norwegian maybe? I didn’t care… I was lost in space… I felt poppers in my nostrils… He ordered me to breathe… And then he took four big snorts… The real fucking started…. He was close… “Look at me whore” he demanded… I looked at him … he was so beautiful… and like an invisible mirror I saw I was beautiful in his eyes, as well… I was where I was born to be… In a sleazy bar getting fucked and slammed by a stranger…. “Ready for my poz load, Boy? Beg for my Poz load…. “ “Give me your Poz load” I said. “Louder!!!!” He screamed… “GIVE ME YOUR POZ LOAD” I heard my voice screaming… That was all he wanted to hear…. And he gave it to me… With a bark … Like a wolf… like a tortured demon, he unleased in full force his seed deep in me… The noise of the sling was our only music... and then there was nothing else but our breaths… the ship finally came to port after a fight with the storm… I felt his hands on my lips… I sucked his fingers… tasted his cum and piss and my ass juice… nice… then I felt his hand on my hair… gentle touch… so unexpected... so out of place... so right... “Thank you” he said… “Thank you “ I answered back… “Let’s get some water… We are not done yet… “ Then I knew he was a man of his words… I was his Boy for the night… And the night was not done yet…

*please excuse any rough grammar in this one. Haven't gotten as much time to edit as I usually take, but I wanted to get this chapter out* "Curiosity is going to get you into trouble, Brock," Dale said. In person, Dale was even more striking than he had been on the screen. He was a bit over 6' tall and he was very fit. Not exaggerated like a body builder. More like a man who worked a very physical job or a natural athlete. His beard was still immaculately trimmed. He wore a white shirt that was nearly skin tight and contrasted nicely with his tan. His dark wash jeans were just tight enough for his bulge to be unmistakable. Brock started from his fixation on Dale's bulge, "Wait, how do you know my name?" "You really do look like your mom. Well, more like your grandpa Glen," Dale continued as though he hadn't heard the question. Dale had closed the distance between them. His eyes drifted down to Brock's dick and the substantial amount of precum dripping from it. He slicked his fingers through the precum. "Except that. That you get from my side of the family." He licked the precum off his fingertips. Brock was confused. "Your...side of the fam..what...?" Dale's laugh was a low, masculine rumble. "Before you ask, no I'm not your dad. My brother Rodney is." Brock was trying to process this information when the realization that his uncle had just swallowed his precum crashed over him. His dick throbbed. "So what are you doing here, Brock? This isn't exactly a place for preppy high school boys," he chided. "Online chat rooms said the bookstores were an easy place to get off," Brock replied sheepishly. "So I thought I'd check it out." "You decided to come to the Block for your first porn store experience?" Dale asked, somewhat incredulously. "What does your search history look like?" Brock looked down sheepishly and chuckled. He was still painfully hard and leaking precum. "They definitely left some things out." Dale chuckled again, "I'm sure they did. The preview booths can be pretty popular if you want some glory hole action." Brock could see his uncle's bulge was a bit more defined. "That's what I had heard. What was that video playing downstairs?" Brock was careful not to let on that he had seen the second part. "I do some amateur porn stuff. We sell...actually, just follow me." Dale swiped up some more of Brock's precum and walked toward the heavy curtain as he casually licked it off his fingers again. Brock stuffed his still hard dick back in his boxer briefs and buttoned his jeans before turning to follow. Behind the curtain was, as far as Brock had seen, the cleanest room in the building. He immediately recognized the futon. There was some very low tech camera equipment set up in front of the futon. "Welcome to my studio," Dale said sarcastically with an exaggerated gesture around him. "I opened the store back in the 80s fresh out of high school. Decided to try and cut some overhead by putting some home made products on the shelves." "And what about the fuck club the guy was talking about?" Brock was still trying to hide how much he knew. "Ah. That..." Dale turned to a small table and picked up a small orange flyer. He handed it to Brock. It advertised a monthly sex party and had the store's info. "Every second Saturday. All day. Usually rent out some space in a park or hotel depending on the weather. The video is part of the application process." "I want to apply," Brock blurted out immediately. Dale smirked a little, "You've seen what that process entails. Are you sure?" "Yes." Brock had already begun stripping his clothes off. Dale checked the camera and adjusted some lights. When Brock was down to just his boxer briefs, he sat down on the futon. Dale didn't start the camera rolling. He stripped his shirt off, baring his furry chest and abdomen and sauntered over to stand over Brock. Brock wasted no time unbuttoning the fly of Dale's jeans and getting the head of his uncle's dick in his mouth. It was covered in a layer of precum. Brock cleaned off every drop, savoring the taste and the feel of his uncle's slick, syrupy fluid on his tongue. Then he began to work his way down the shaft. "As you probably saw in the video, I am poz and not on meds," Dale said. "I'm sure you have learned about HIV in school." Brock mumbled something in the affirmative around Dale's massive dick. Dale pulled Brock off his dick roughly, "and you are aware that you will, in all likelihood, be infected?" Brock had been terrified of HIV when they learned about it in sex Ed. His bible-thumping health teacher and the abstinence only curriculum she taught had made it out to be a modern biblical plague sent down to cull the homosexual and exterminate the sexually immoral from the earth. Brock had written all of that off as hyperbole and researched it for himself online. He had a better idea of the risks and how it was transmitted, but he was still a little terrified. And that terror was like steroids for his libido. "Yes, sir," Brock looked up at Dale, a lustful hunger simmering to the surface, "I want you to poz me, uncle Dale." Dale growled something unintelligible in response and let Brock return to his dick. Brock enthusiastically devoured Dale's cock, pushing himself further down the shaft, letting Dale's cock stretch his throat. Before long, Brock's nose was buried in Dale's pubes. Brock was quietly impressed with himself and came up for air, working Dale's head with his tongue. Dale wrapped his hand around the back of Brock's skull and pushed. His dick rocketed back down the young man's throat and dale roughly and held him there until he felt Brock's throat spasm and saw the panic on Brock's face. Dale withdrew his dick and a mixture of saliva and Dale's precum dripped from Brock's chin. As he coughed and sputtered, trying to recover from being choked, Brock looked up at his uncle. The light and joking demeanor that had run under Dale's teasing only minutes before was rapidly being replaced by lust and a primal desire to infect his own kin. Before Brock could fully recover, his uncle's 8" member was sliding back into his throat. Brock was impressed with his ability to keep up, considering he'd only ever casually experimented with deep throating food. He suspected it was because his uncle' dick was thick enough that it left little room for gagging - it was like trying to squeeze a hot dog into a straw. When it was apparent that Brock was comfortable with the size of his dick, Dale pulled out and let his nephew clean the fluids off his dick. "Stand up. We need to get some interview material," Dale said. He stepped out of frame of the camera. The red light on top of the camera blinked on. "State your name and age for the camera." "Brock. 18." "And why do you want to join this sex club." Brock pondered this question for a minute. "I always thought I was destined to change lives," Brock said, grabbing his steel-hard dick and emphasizing the outline of his bulge against his compression boxer briefs. "I figure my best chance to fulfill that destiny is with this." Brock had often felt like an outcast among his peers. He had been the tallest in his class since the 6th grade. A couple guys on the basketball team had finally caught up to him this year, but otherwise he stood a good 3" over everyone else at his school. The nicknames about his height were corny, but liveable. The introduction of the locker room and having to change in front of his classmates had been fresh hell. He never could quite figure out why he was being made fun of for having a dick that bulged regular underwear to obscenity. He got really good at hiding his erections and wore athletic compression shorts to reduce his bulge, but still most of his peers had a rough idea of his size and decided it was something of ridicule. He tried to find new ways to hide what should have been one of his best traits. Standing there on camera, painfully erect, there was no hiding his dick anymore. "Take those off, let's get a look at you, Brock." Brock quickly shucked his boxer briefs. Dale picked up the camera and took the audience on a tour of his nephew's body. Starting from the top, he pointed out brock's chin-length auburn hair and full beard. The camera lingered on Brock's muscular arms and shoulders, toned pecs and abs generously pelted in dark red hair. And then the camera found its way to Brock's uncut, 9" cock nested in a thicket untrimmed public hair. "That is an impressive piece for someone so young," Dale commented. Brock shrugged. "Good genes, I guess," Brock smirked and saw a trace of amusement return to Dale's eyes before lust snuffed it out again. Dale circled Brock like a lion playing with its meal. After some good shots of Brock's meaty, muscular ass, Dale returned the camera to the tripod and stepped back into frame. "On your back, legs up," Dale commanded. Brock obeyed. Dale positioned his dick, dripping precum, just outside Brock's hole. From this angle, Brock had a great view of his uncle's scorpion tattoo. He reached out and caressed the tattoo gently with an air of longing. He thought about all the precum he'd already swallowed and trembled with excitement as he became consciously aware he'd already consumed a substantial amount of his Dale's virus-laden venom. His uncle's infectious DNA was dripping onto Brock's hole. Brock knew he was ready for the sting of inevitable death. To be reborn among those who would not only appreciate him, but celebrate the things about him that he had been bullied for. The things he resented. He wanted what his uncle was talking about in the private video he's seen in the office. The Scorpion Society. That was where he belonged. With the unexpected, gentle gesture, Dale seemed to have a sudden change of heart and instead of plunging his stinger into Brock for the kill, he nealt down and engulfed Brock's dick in his mouth. He took Brock to the root in one swift movement. Brock could feel his uncle's throat working around his soda can thickness with ease. "Holy fuck..." Brock managed before he devolved into gutteral moans of pleasure. Brock's eyes rolled back in his head. Brock's orgasm had been building from the moment before he got out of his car. Brock had been through a roller coaster of emotions. Anxiety. Curiosity. Lust. Terror. Lust again. More lust. Brock felt like all of those emotions were being loaded directly into his vas deferens and if his uncle kept going, they were going to explode. Spectacularly. Dale seemed to realize this and released his nephew's cock, trailed his tongue past his balls, and buried it in Brock's furry hole. Dale was showing his brother's bastard son much more compassion than he had shown for Zeke in the video downstairs, which did not go unnoticed by Brock. Dale alternated swirling his tongue around Brock's hole with probing deeper with his tongue. Before long, Dale was working a finger deep inside his nephew. It seemed effortless. Brock was vibrating with excitement when he realized his uncle had slicked up his finger with the deadly slime oozing from his dick. Brock knew that his uncle's virus was already going to work against the vulnerable mucosa that were the only barrier between him and his coming conversion. Dale worked his way up to three fingers. Brock noticed a feeling of burning while his uncle worked his hole open the last bit. Dale returned to his original position, dick positioned just outside his cognate's now slightly agape hole. Brock spotted the blood under his uncle's fingernails. He knew his T cells had already lost the war that was on the verge of raging in his blood. The blood he shared with the man commanding the assault. The man whose viral dna was dripping into his hole as he waited for the perfect moment to strike.

Just another wasted youth (Part 2) ** Please remember to ‘like’ the story if you enjoyed it. Feel free to comment or to contact me via mail. Thx. ** “How old are you bitch?” I asked him, while pulling his nipples through his t-shirt. “18” he moaned. “I turned 18 two days ago” “Aaawwww… and now we seem to be your gift” I smiled. The boy smiles back at me. “Keep yourself dizzy bitch” I encouraged to sniff at the poppers bottle as often as he could. “Enjoy your ride to hell” I stated and my buddies and I laughed loudly while we held this twats body up. “Wouldn’t you enjoy to get fucked by everyone in this darkroom?” I whispered. “Imagine all the cocks getting hard, just because of your cute butt” “They sure would enjoy pounding your sweet loyal cunt” my mate grunted. “I don’t know” the youth replied. “You guys got big dicks…. I am horny for big dicks tonight” he replied. “A true bottom should never refuse a hard cock – not on a night like this” I tried to persuade him. “I love my boyfriend… I don’t want to cheat on him” said the twink who just got his ass fucked by totally strangers. “You are not… tonight your boyfriend isn’t here. You miss him so much, that is why you allowed us to plow your ass….” I talked to him soothingly. “It is your boyfriends fault. He should have been here with you at your birthday party. But don’t worry about it, no one needs to know, that you are a greedy little ass cunt.” The guy behind the twink had his hands on the youths shoulders and fucked him high speed. “Yeah…. it is all *grunts* his fault. He should have been here with me, instead of working for his company…..oooooh - I got needs” he moaned. “Yeah and let the guys here fulfill your needs just for tonight. Tomorrow your boyfriend will get to love you anyway and you love him, but tonight we are here to please your cunt” “Doesn’t it feel good to have a big cock up your ass, jamming your tight entrance…. give us the chance to make you feel good. Let’s make you the star of this night… let all the guys here fuck your ass…. just so, because you can do it…. and you do it so good baby.” I whispered those words into his ear. “Don’t reject anyone… see every cock as a present for you to set a new world record in getting charged up in one night – don’t be a fool to let this chance pass you by….” I continued to talk him into. “You don’t even have to look at the guys. Just stay here, look at the wall and imagine your ass a deposit for cum. Take another whiff….. Yeah….. imagine you are just a hole to us. Help us to get off…. into your sweet little body.” “Oooooh fuck…. your cock feels so good…..and maybe I should let you all fuck my pussy – but only tonight” the lad agreed. “Yeah – only for tonight slut” I answered satisfied. “And only with condoms….” he insisted. This was ridiculous. There he was – a totally drunk teen and buzzed up with poppers and still he had the audacity to demand safe fucks? I sighed deeply and looked at our third mate, who would have been the next to fuck this toad. “Sorry man… then you can’t fuck him with your 12 incher” I winked at him. “Man…. what the fuck….?” he complained. “You know his dick is so huge and thick… he has really problems finding condoms which would fit him.” I explained to our target. He peered at the next cock and seemed to be mesmerized. “Ooooooh *sighs* your cock is fucking beautiful. I have never seen a real dick being so thick and long” he moaned. “And do you see how much he looked forward to demolish your hole? Look at the streams of precum, dripping to the floor already.” I brought his attention to my pals Gono infection. But he was so swept away, that he really didn’t draw the conclusion or maybe it was simply too dark. He asked instead if he could lick his ‘precum’ away. “Of course” my friend said and while still getting fucked up the ass, the lad bent a little to the side and started sucking his fag beater. After only two minutes he got up again and asked my mate ‘Are you okay?’ “I feel great….” my pal replied. “No I mean, are you healthy……?” he mumbled under the influence of the alcohol. “Yeah faggot. Don’t worry I am clean” he lied stealthily. In the meanwhile the second fucker reached his orgasm and ejaculated the second high POZ load flooded the boys’ sewer. “Okay…. then fuck my ass raw.” he whispered. “What?” my mate answered as he was hard of hearing. “FUCK ME RAW” the twink shouted. “Gentlemen…..this twink just turned 18 two days ago and he is willing to accept the gift…. Please…..make sure you make room to those who are willing to share…..” I exclaimed. “You want to get charged up, right?” I asked him loudly. “Yeah man, charge me up with your dicks” he moaned. “I didn’t hear you?” I teased him. “OH FUCK….. GIVE ME YOUR COCKS….. *moans* CHARGE ME UP PLEASE!” he almost cried out. In no time we had a nice crowd of guys gathering around to take part at this spectacle. While our last friend started penetrating the boys’ hole, the twink moaned in pleasure and pain. 12 inch of hard cock meat worked his way up the lads’ ass cunt. “Ooooooh yeah…. this is it….. fuck me…. FUCK….. batter me with your huge dick” he begged. “Don’t worry pups…. I will fuck you hard and give you all I got…..” he snickered.

After we came up from the dark basement I asked from my Norwegian friend his permission to go to the bathroom where I emptied my ass from the chem piss and the cum Then cleaned myself a bit. I was still buzzing from the earlier slam… in a good way… He was waiting for me at the same spot where we first met with two bottles of beer. He had bought the drinks… How nice of him. “Drink… it is not water but it is good enough” he said. “Beer is just fine….Thank you ” “Your name?” he asked. I told him. He didn’t say his… “You will call me Sir”. “Yes sir” it is all that I said. “You live here?” “No Sir, I am here for three days… I am a sex tourist… I travel for only one reason… to get fucked…” “So was it any worth spending your money in hotels and plane tickets so far?” “No major complaints Sir… in fact you were my first for tonight and the best…” “You want more cocks?” “I am a cumdump Sir, I want cum… From you, from others… from anyone… But I really like your company… In fact I like everything on you Sir… And I guess I am too bold to say this but I guess it is the Tina that talks … and the beer”. I felt my face blushing… “You are too smart for a cumdump….” he said and drank some more of his beer… “Is that a problem Sir?” I started feel uneasy… “No, it is good, as long as you know your place, you show me respect… and you talk less… Are you still thirsty?” he saw my empty now bottle… “Yes, Sir… I know my place and yes, Sir I am still thirsty…” “Kneel!” I looked him in the eye… Blue and grey eyes… Devils’ eyes… Mephistopheles’s kind of eyes… That was a test or what… The time has stopped… I knew my place… I kneeled… My mouth on the height of his zipper… He took his heavy thick uncut cock out and put in my mouth… I tasted my ass juices and piss… and some soap somewhere behind the foreskin… My mouth was full… I felt his piss down my throat… Damn I was thirsty indeed…. Didn’t care about the men watching me… My whole “me” was in the right spot… I wouldn’t change it for anything. Kneeling in front this Viking giant, drinking his nectar, submitting my will to his needs. What a view… Him standing above me…. I felt the envy of the other patrons… In fact I felt proud. Proud to be his whore… I felt the last of his drops. I was ready to stand up when I felt his hand on my shoulder… Two more pair of feet in front of me… Another cock… A black one this time… A 60 year old leather man… Big bush of mustache… and a cock in hand… Soft… but at least an 8 incher… “Drink” My Viking ordered… And I did… I drank and drank… until he was done… I felt a tap on my head…. He said something that it had to be close to the “Good boy”… and before having time to re-adjust my knees… another cock was in front of my lips… Another man… another cock… 45 chubby black hair… hairy and with the thickest cock I ever saw…. I took my man’s silent permission… He nodded his head encouraging me drink… this time the taste of the piss was bitter… I was not to complain… I was in piss fag’s heaven… And once again I didn’t let any drop get wasted… Yes… Sir, was proud of me… He helped me get up… And then he kissed…. I felt his tongue entering my mouth… He tasted the other men’s piss … and kissing me he was telling me in his own way that it is Ok to be a piss fag… a whore… and a slam cumdump… because that was exactly what he wanted me to be… “Thank you Sir” I said…. He looked at me … these Blue and Grey eyes again… and somehow the whole energy changed… my eyes became watery… tears watery… Not many times I find someone to allow me to see the real depth of his eyes… He did… and then I knew that I was so transparent… I could see my loneliness, my strength, my Erebus…. the deepest dark in me… so deep that it was almost comfortable… Nothing better to embrace the darkness and find a pair of Blue and Grey eyes to say to you that sometimes there is tenderness in the shadows… “It is time for your second slam… Go down to the sling.. make your self comfortable… I am going to fix the point and I will be down in a few minutes… Spread your legs and take this…” He gave me his blue handkerchief. “This time I want you blindfolded… Now go… “ And I went… Shadows of men wandering back and forth back and forth… My kind of men… My tribe… I took my jeans off… Kept my leather vest… Took my poppers out from my sock and I laid on the sling.. Put the blindfold like I was told to… and I waited…. When you do not see… when you feel exposed and offering your hole to men that you do not see or care how they look like… when you are becoming the whore your are destined to be… a cum hole … a nothing… a true cumdump… then and only then you feel the real strength… the reason behind all this hunger… then and only then you become invincible… I heard footsteps they stopped… someone felt my hole… there was some lube spread… and then a finger… It burnt…. A booty bump… and then a cock head… not my Viking’s cockhead… It was a slow fucking… More steps… Another cock… this time a cut cock… placed in my mouth… two cocks in two holes…. No faces… no talk… Sound of poppers… the man I was sucking gave me some… and then continued fucking my throat…. I was start losing my self… Nice… and then more steps… I recognized his walk… Next to me… he took my arm… a tourniquet around … he found the vein easily.. a wet cotton… and then a prick… How smooth his push of Tina in my bloodstream… took the tourniquet off and then bam…. The cough came… it was stronger this time…. I started to float… “Thank you “ it is all I said…. And I went back to the cock sucking… The man who was fucking me started to speed up…. And he gave it to me… with a howling…. And stayed till he found his breath… and then went… My Viking put his finger in my cummy hole and gave it to me to taste it… the man I was sucking took his place… More poppers… for him and for me… It didn’t last long… He came hard… and then came back to my mouth to clean him… I did… What a tasty cock… and then left… I heard the sound of the tourniquet… My Vikkng was ready to slam himself…. I heard all of his preparations. I felt his concentration in the dark… He put his cock in me… and then he pushed the point… took it off and coughed… How nice to feel your man in your ass the moment he is losing himself… He started to fuck… yes… That was a real fuck… sliding in my already cummy ass… I was his slam whore… That was all what I was… I was a cumdump the last level of a whore… But at that very moment I knew I was the strongest of all…. I was the chosen one… He was fucking me for at least an hour… he came in me twice… and pissed in me once more… I was hearing steps coming and go… some of them put their cocks in my ass… a couple of them pissed on me… But the never claimed my ass from him…. They knew that something specially was happening between me and Him… And the hunters know to respect when something extraordinary happens…. When we went back to the bar we were both with the smile… One more round of beers… I bought them this time… Not much talk… Just happy and comfortable… his finger in my cummy hole while he was drinking his beer… I knew things were coming to an end… The dawn was close… He read my mind…. “You are not going anywhere” he said… “You are coming with me… “ “To Where?” I asked… My place to fix some more points and then to the sauna…. “Yes Sir”… “Mephistopheles is still horny” he said and smiled… Damn … these Blue and Grey eyes… how I could resist…. I went to take my coat and off the Bar we went… Almost morning…

My step-dad broke me in when I was 12. He basically had the birds and bees talk with me, and lied to me about finding out whether I was gay or straight by seeing if I would get aroused from me stroking his cock and sliding his cock in my ass. He would use butter for lube, fingering my hole and stretching it before he would slide his 9 inch cucumber thick cock slowly in me. I am thankful that he was very patient and gentle in the beginning because once I got used to it, he would skin smack pound the the hell out of me before busting. He would make me cum by stroking my cock while boning me, and it made me crave his bone since I was getting pleasure out of it as well. He boned me for about 10 years. After he passed away, I ended up becoming a total top because I couldn't find a top who would be able to bone me, stroke me at the same time, and make me explode all over my stomach and chest like him. Has anyone had any similar experiences with family member for a long period of time?

1) everyone has different kinks - I’ve had plenty of guys who love calling my hole a pussy and degrading me while they use me. But some guys are really heterophobic and the idea of an actual pussy is a big turn-off as is the idea of degrading their partner. You have to know your audience and proceed accordingly or pre-sort for those who appreciate your kinks. 2) I also find fingers to be the worst warmup - people don’t realize how rough the skin on your fingers is! I use a series of completely smooth silicon plugs with lots of lube to open up. I start with a really slim one (narrower than a finger) and work my way up to some fairly large ones and lubing generously means by the time I get to the big ones, I’ve got a fair amount of lube in deep.

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Sounds on you guys like it´s working well😊 After having had to many sti´s these past 5 months I´m going to talk with the doctor that now prescribed my latest doses(for Chlamydia and gonorrhoea)and see if I can get access to doxy more often so that I don´t have to get this annoying Sti again hopefully.

from all that you see on the ground, is Florida turning as purple as you say? That would be such a welcome change.

yes! love spraying a man's innards with his load already in me

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If I was your dad I'd be dreaming of yours too!

Moments later, the door opened again and it was not Iain who walked out. The young man looked vaguely familiar but Brock couldn't place why. He was about Brock's age, though. About a foot shorter and skinny. He had short, sandy blond hair and blue eyes. He was cute. "I'm Aaron. Iain said you needed some help picking stuff out," he offered. "What kind of stuff are you looking for?" Brock gestured back toward the flannel and denim. "I'm looking for school clothes. Stuff for senior pictures. So something formal, too, I guess?" Aaron led Brock around the store pulling some jeans and flannel, some gym clothes that looked way too...revealing, and some chinos and button up shirts. As he was leading Brock back to the fitting rooms, realization struck Brock. "Aaron, what's your last name?" He asked. "Bryant. Why?" Aaron replied. "Are you related to Evan Bryant?" "He's my half brother, yeah." "He's my scholar bowl coach. I had him for calculus last year," Brock said. "I think I saw you at a match or two." "Probably. I was trying to make varsity at Century High, so he was letting me help out to get a feel for it." Aaron kept talking, but Brock's virus reduced it to a droning white noise in the background. Evan Bryant was the definition of a faculty crush. He was in his late twenties. Short, like his half brother, but where Aaron was skinny, Evan was muscular and stout. Like the difference between a gnome and a dwarf. There was that inner nerd again. Brock snapped out of it as Aaron was explaining, "Try everything on. If it fits and you like it, hang it here, fits but want a different color or something here, and if it doesn't fit or you dont like it, here." Brock worked his way through the pile of stuff Aaron had pulled, throwing them into the various piles. Pretty much everything fit perfectly. A handful of things he wanted in different colors. He had tried on everything except the athletic shorts, which he was 100% convinced were not going to fit. He was correct. Sort of. When he pulled them up, his hooded cockhead hung about an inch past the hem of the left leg. He heard Aaron's voice as the door to the fitting room opened. Aaron's jaw drop as he quickly closed the door to the fitting room. "I think they're just the right length," Brock called over the partition sarcastically. Aaron apologized profusely. "No big deal, man. Sorry you had to see that," Brock replied. Then he heard his uncle's voice. "They would probably be just right if you had on underwear, bud," Dale chided. Brock opened the door again to see his uncle standing next to Aaron. Aaron was trying to avert his eyes, but Brock could swear he caught him stealing glances a couple times. Maybe that was just his virus playing tricks on him. Dale, on the other hand, stared openly. To the point Brock began to feel his dick stirring beyond his ability to control his erection. Dale seemed to sense his nephew's predicament. "Wait here, I'll be back," Dale ordered. He walked away, pulling Aaron along with him. He sent Aaron to retrieve the requested changes in color and such and asked for his nephew's sizes and headed for the underwear wall. By this point, Brock was completely hard and leaking copious amounts of pre cum. Not knowing what else to do about it, he stripped off the shorts. He tried not to get any precum on them. He failed. Aaron returned first. Thinking it was his uncle, Brock opened the door to see what he'd brought back. Aaron's eyes locked onto Brock's full mast dick and he fumbled half of what he was holding. Brock resumed stroking his dick under Aaron's lustful gaze. Without a word, he paused and gestured as though offering his dick to Aaron to touch. To stroke. Perhaps to taste. Aaron got the message and took that offer he wrapped his hand as far as it would go around the soda can thickness of Brock's shaft. He seemed transfixed by the velvety movement of Brock's foreskin. His eyes hungry for the pearly drops of precum running like sap down a tree trunk. Aaron started to drop to his knees and abruptly stopped when someone cleared their throat. Dale and Iain both stood at the entrance to the fitting rooms. Aaron yelped and began picking up hangers and organizing them. Brock looked at his uncle Dale and saw he had returned with a variety of underwear. "Try these on, bud," he said as though this was the most normal circumstances possible. There were three different styles. A vintage style jockstrap with a 3" band and a very stretchy pouch. A brand of boxer briefs he'd never heard of that hit him just above the knee like his compression shorts, but these were a much more flexible material that accentuated his anatomy rather than compressing it. Lastly a brand of briefs he knew was popular with porn stars. Both he and his virus approved of the choices. He tried the shorts on again with the jockstrap. All he could think was that he looked like he was trying to smuggle a ferret out of the store. He felt conflicted. On the one hand, he looked like he'd been taken directly out of some homage to 80s porn. On the other, there was no way he could wear this for gym. He opened the door to tell Dale as such and stopped mid sentence when he realized all three men were staring agog at him. Even Iain, who Brock had yet to see aroused about anything, had a bit of a bulge in his pleated khaki chinos. Brock decided he could get some actual gym clothes next weekend with his mom. He had other ideas for these. Dale made conversation with Iain while Aaron bagged everything up. As they were headed out of the store, Brock realized he hadn't gotten anything formal. Or paid for anything. He expressed his concerns to his uncle. "That's all taken care of, kiddo," Dale reassured him. "Next weekend, you have your appointment with me on Saturday. On Sunday, go up to the mall with your mom and get gym clothes, then come back downtown. A few blocks over is Iain's tailoring shop, Loki's Thimble. I commissioned a couple pieces for you and he should have mock ups ready to try on by then." "Dale, my mom can't afford custom formal wear. Are you insane?" Brock asked incredulously. "Iain owes me a favor. Actually, he owes me a lot of favors. He'll make up something about a back to school special or promotional offer or something. He's actually the most discreet professional I know," Dale said reassuringly. Brock remembered the scorpion branded into the backroom door. He wanted so badly to ask questions, but knew he couldn't without giving away how much he knew about the Scorpion Society. ---------- Back at home, Brock laid on his bed with his junior yearbook. He had been staring at the "meet the faculty" page for Mr. Bryant for the better part of an hour. He'd been rock hard for the better part of an hour and a half. He'd been edging himself and had nearly blown his load at least three times. Poppers were doing a great job postponing that inevitable release. He heard his mom's car pull into the drive. He kneeled over the yearbook, Evan Bryant's bright-eyed innocent face staring back at him, immortalized in full color. He pushed himself over the edge and blew rope after rope of fully toxic cum all over his bedspread. Three huge shots plastered across the yearbook page his and his viruses dna seeping into the page. He cleaned the last drops of cum off his dick, pulled on sweatpants and a t shirt, and headed downstairs to hug his mom, move his laundry along, and serve dinner.

The next chapter should be coming sometime tomorrow once I wrap up a project at work. Wanted to take a moment to say thanks for the engagement this story has been getting. It's a lot easier to write when I know there are people out there enjoying it and looking forward to the next part.

Only 12 people have responded, but it is starting to look like I'm a big slut even by BZ standards. I'm actually a little bit surprised.

As a top it's such a unique / awesome feeling when you unload a huge amount of piss (stuff gets a bit looser) though can be tough to find guys into it, and most can't take getting fucked with an ass full of piss for any extended duration.

HORVATH AND WALTERS *********************************** Saturday night in a chilly German November meant three things: No junior grunts to herd; a buttery, smoky, woodsy bourbon, warmed and neat, of course; and the sweet taste of a fat Arturo Fuente Especiales cigar. Sergeants Horvath and Walters sat enjoying the draw of smoke on the patio of their rented off post quarters. “So what do you think of this batch? I sure as hell didn’t see last night coming. That Brickmann—“. Walters started. Horvath interrupted his buddy. “Hey! No work. Let’s just relax. I leave that shit on post.” “Fair enough.” Walters acquiesced. They enjoyed the silence for a few minutes, sipping the smooth bourbon. The Kentucky liquor made sitting out in the chilly evening pleasant, both of them lounging in sweats and a tee shirt. Horvath’s ubiquitous body hair tufted out the collar and the stretched sleeves of his tee shirt. Then Horvath spoke. “I could go for some local takeout.” Walters nodded. “What flavor?” “That kid, Jürgen. He loves my großer Schwanz, and takes it like a pro. It really sucks that most women take one look at it and refuse to do anything more than jerk me off.” The fur covered Hungarian mused. Walters chuckled. “I think you’ve got a soft spot for that kid.” Horvath answered with a snort and a puff of his cigar. The resulting cloud lingered for a while in the still night air. “He’s got a soft spot for me to put my dick. That’s as far as it goes.” Walters shrugged, not believing a word of that. The way he treated Jürgen with kindness and attention said loud and clear more was there than a straightforward fuck. “Give him a call, then. Inge got herself a boyfriend, so I’m going to need some too.” “Brother, you’re an idiot.” Horvath said, pointing the ash hanging on the end of the tobacco leaf wrapped cylinder at his friend. “She likes you. Why don’t you snatch that fräulein up? You’d have beautiful blonde green eyed babies with her.” Walters had thought about it, many times. But he was still young, hadn’t made Sergeant First Class yet, even though it would be soon, he felt. The recent Gulf War, which hadn’t really been a war because the Iraqis hardly put up a fight, meant the rank would remain full until some of those decided not to re-enlist and the Army allowed them to cycle out. Certain skill sets had to be retained in mobilization to ensure mission success and continuity. It was just bad timing in his career. At any other time, he and Horvath would have made rank already at 27 years old. There was no retirement at the low rank just above Staff Sergeant, so openings weren’t going to happen that way. He had all his points and time, his last test couldn’t have gone better and he was on the list, and of course the fitness portion was a joke for him even if the idiotic charts said his height/weight proportion put him in the ‘overweight’ column. But that was the Army, they had one measuring stick. He and Horvath just had to wait to put on their rank. He had nothing to offer Inge right now except the loneliness of a military wife and eventually taking her away from her home and family. She would have nothing in common with the other NCO wives, and being low man on the NCO totem pole didn’t get him invited to a lot of get togethers by the senior NCOs, not to mention the wives could be petty and mean, dependent upon their husbands place in the hierarchy even more than the soldiers themselves. Rank and position was a political barrier in full effect in the military, and paying your dues, putting on insignia and stripes, filling your ribbon rack was how it worked. Receiving recognition got your foot in the door. Until then, you were just another uniform in the chain. “Just bad timing, brother. You know we probably only have a year more here. If they extend us, I might make it serious with Inge.” Horvath looked at his friend. “You’re going to regret it, but it’s your life.” And he got up to use the phone inside, placing his half smoked cigar in the ashtray. He dialed Jürgen’s number, a woman answered, probably his mother. “Guten abend. Können Ich mit Jürgen zusprechen, bitte?” Horvath requested politely. “Ja, natürlich .” He heard her call to Jürgen in the background. “Hallo?” The boyish voice answered. “Hallo, Junge.” Horvath said, knowing Jürgen would know immediately who it was from his voice and being called ‘boy’. “Was machst du jetzt?” “Ich studiere für meine Universitätsprüfung, mein Herr.” Jürgen attended the University in the city a short train ride from the town next to the Army base. “Ich brauche dich.” Horvath ordered him with a growl. There was no hesitation. “Ja, mein Herr. Ich komme sofort!” The kid hung up. It wouldn’t take him 15 minutes to arrive. While they waited, they sucked down the short remainder of their cigars and bourbon, passing the time in silence. Silence with a good friend was rewarding. Horvath couldn’t stand people who had to fill the emptiness with meaningless chatter. Walters felt the same way. They soon heard the patio door open. The tall but thin blonde German eighteen year old stood naked in the doorway. He knew the drill, letting himself in and undressing fully right away, one of the things Horvath liked about the kid - he followed orders. Jürgen’s lightly furred legs were longer than his torso, sleek but proportional to his narrow hips. Above his crotch he was hairless except for his armpits, but his light blonde hair almost disappeared against his skin. The kid had a beautiful face, with a straight nose and prominent squared off clefted chin, between the two features sat a set of pouty pink lips that the hairy Sergeant loved seeing wrapped around his fat pork tenderloin. He had wide set sky blue eyes with long blonde lashes, straight wispy eyebrows, and a smooth, wide forehead. His curly blonde hair was just the right length for Horvath to get his furry paws into and grab hold of. The kid was going to break a lot of hearts. Especially with the thick uncut knackwurst and heavy balls hanging soft between his legs. “Good evening, Sirs.” The kid’s mild voice said in a slight German accent. He’d been practicing. It was one of the only situations in which Horvath or Walters would accept being called ‘Sir’. Civilians didn’t know any better, and it didn’t do any good to explain to them that Sir for an NCO bordered on being an insult. Rank was earned through hard work, sweat, and pain. Address left no room for assuming more than deserved. “Komm hier, Junge.” Horvath instructed. Jürgen immediately approached. There was no shame about nudity in the German culture, and it didn’t matter to the kid that the neighbors could see him baring all on the patio of their flat. It also wouldn’t raise any eyebrows that he was naked in the presence of two older men. It wouldn’t matter even if they all were undressed. “Mein Herr, kann Ich eine Anfrage stellen?” The timid youth asked. “Frage.” Horvath replied. “May Sir speak English with the boy?” Jürgen was looking down rather than making eye contact. Horvath chuckled. “Will Sir speak English with his boy.” He corrected. “Will Sir speak English with his boy? I must practice my English. And the American accent of Sir…Sirs.. is… geile macht?” “You think my American accent is hot? Sexy? Turns you on?” Jürgen looked up and gave a wide, bright smile that lit up his entire boyishly handsome face. “Ja! Eh, yes, Sir! Is very much sexy. Your speaking of Deutsch is very good, there is little accent in the words. My English is not good so I must learn better speaking, Sir.” His eyes darted to the ashtray and the glasses. “Would Sirs wish more?” He indicated the table. Horvath lifted and eyebrow towards Walters. His friend nodded. “Yes boy. And warm the bourbon. You may have some if you want.” “Thank you, Sir, but it is not for a boy. American whiskey is only for a man…the men? Bier… bee-err” he practiced, trying to give the right inflection and pronunciation, “that is for boys.” Horvath grinned. The kid was adorable. “There’s Heffeweissen in the fridge… refrigerator. Help yourself.” “Thank you, Sir.” The lanky blonde started to turn away, then stopped. “Help myself? What is the meaning , Sir? It is not helping to drink bee-err. It is just drinking bee-err.” “What does that mean?” Horvath corrected. “It means you have permission to serve yourself, or do whatever you need to in order to accomplish the goal. In this case, going into the refrigerator and getting yourself a beer so that you can drink it.” Jürgen smiled happily again. “I will help myself, Sir. But I will first help my Sirs.” Horvath and Walters eyed the statuesque youth’s pert fuzzy ass as he strode through the patio door. Jürgen walked proudly upright, shoulders back, in a smooth efficient stride that spoke of being comfortable with his body, athleticism and youthful strength. In just a couple years, he would be a man to be reckoned with. He returned quickly with two cigars. He took the cutter from the table and snipped just above the shoulder of the first cigar while standing next to the Sergeant. Horvath watched him, placing a hand on Jürgen’s nicely rounded ass. The kid had learned well. He let Horvath inspect the cut. Horvath nodded. Then Jürgen put the tobacco tube in his mouth and lit the end, taking quick shallow puffs until a visible ash appeared. He extended the perfectly lit cigar, burning end out, to the burly Sergeant. “Good job, boy.” Jürgen smiled proudly at the praise, and his flaccid cock swelled a bit. He did the same for Walters, moving to stand touching Walters’ shoulder with his naked hip, leaning into him with a bit of weight which was actually negligible to the well built Army man. Herr Walters liked it when he was forward and playful. After handing the other Army soldier the lit cigar, he went back inside to prepare the Woodford Reserve bourbon, which didn’t take long. He knew to heat the glass, then pour the bourbon in, which allowed the whiskey to warm gradually, releasing the deep flavors without evaporating the alcohol. He had learned so much from the two American military, not just about satisfying their needs. Although he should not be arrogant, he did feel like he was far more experienced than his friends, who were still playing children’s games, while he learned how to be a real man from Herr Horvath and Herr Walters. He already carried himself with far more confidence and masculine demeanor than his contemporaries. His parents had noticed the improvement, and encouraged his interaction with the Americans. They weren’t completely ignorant of what may be going on, but as long as the influence was positive, a young man needed to use this time to experience what the world held. One of those things was expected to be sexual exploration and experimentation. After University, Jürgen could get serious and decide which direction his life would take. He took the two warmed glasses to the Americans, along with two flat ceramic stones he’d also warmed which would continue to radiate the heat necessary to bring out the best in the whiskey. The Americans didn’t pour their whiskey down their throats like Americans in the movies. They taught him that good whiskey, or any good liquor for that matter, should be savored slowly. Getting drunk and losing control was juvenile, and real men kept their wits about them at all times. Real men sought out and enjoyed those things and behaviors that improved their lives, and avoided those that damaged them. It was called treating yourself with respect. You didn’t deserve respect from others if you didn’t first give respect to yourself. Real men also stated plainly what they wanted, and right now Jürgen wanted to play with Herr Horvath’s beautiful beast sized schwanz. “May I suck you, Sir?” He asked. Horvath leaned back, cigar in one hand, bourbon in the other and spread his legs as an answer. The young blonde wasted no time taking a drink of his beer, setting it on the table, then kneeling in front of his extra large target. From behind him he felt a hand on his shoulder. “Here Jürgen, kneel on this.” Herr Walters held out his folded tee shirt. The 18 year old may wish to serve them, but this was not a relationship of abuse and punishment. It was not ownership. It was mutually beneficial interaction, sharing pleasure, accepting responsibility for the care and treatment of someone who looked up to them, who wanted to learn from them, who trusted them not to hurt him. Inflicting deliberate pain served no purpose with a young man who thrived on praise and kindness. Their goal was to instill confidence and self authority, not dismantle his ability to function independently. Jürgen was not willful or foolish, he was very intelligent and respectfully polite. Germans, for the most part, did not teach their children to be entitled brats like so many American parents. Character mattered. Pride in who you were came from how you behaved. Although similar to how they trained soldiers at work, Jürgen did not need to be broken into subservience so that orders would be followed without question. Jürgen placed the shirt under his knees, then reached up to pull down the front of Herr Horvath’s sweat pants. He could feel the heat coming off the American’s legs, and although he wasn’t cold being a native that grew up here, the warmth felt good, even more because of who was generating it. Jürgen felt safe and cocooned between those large legs. He wished Herr Horvath was naked. His thick natural fur was beautiful. As evidenced by the lush bush that covered several centimeters of that long, thick penis. Tucking the sweatpants below the American’s hairy balls, he leaned in to nuzzle the slowly filling tube of flesh with his handsome face. Horvath set his bourbon on the still warm ceramic stone, tilted his head back and placed his cigar between his teeth, drawing a heavy pull from the burning tobacco, holding the smoke for a moment in his mouth before releasing a cloud into the air. He rested his hands in Jürgen’s soft blonde curls, just about encompassing his entire head with his man paws. He let the eager young man nudge and rub his cock. Jürgen’s cold hands moved up onto Horvath’s stomach, under his shirt to play with his furry pelt. “Just what I needed.” Horvath uttered from the side of his mouth that wasn’t gripping the cigar. He lightly massaged Jürgen’s head, playing with the loose rings of his straw colored hair. They’d taught him to take his time, savor it, enjoy it like everything else worth doing. And right now he was smelling and licking and sucking the Sergeant’s furry nuts. He was content simply being in physical contact with this fine specimen of masculinity. He made sure Herr Horvath’s furry eggs were soaked with saliva before he moved up to lick the massive shaft of his now erect and heavy cock. It was quite large, the biggest one he’d seen so far in his young life. Fully as thick around as his wrist, and almost as long as his forearm, the sheer size of it had frightened him at first. But Herr Walters had patiently taught him how to handle a man of that quality, showing him how to ease it into his throat, to ignore the urge to gag and choke which would only make it worse. It seemed like it would never fit, but the gentle words of Herr Walters after his demonstration assured him it was possible and only a matter of willpower. He licked his way up to the hooded head, sucking on the leaking foreskin, tasting the delicious flavor of his Sir’s precum. Then, grasping the base, he let his tongue play inside the loose skin, rolling it around the sensitive glans and extracting every drop of the salty fluid that had collected there. Herren Horvath and Walters were talking casually about plans for tomorrow, smoking their cigars, sipping their American whiskey, while he enjoyed himself between the man’s legs. Every so often, Herr Horvath would stroke his face gently, or play with his hair, sometimes holding the cigar between the fingers of that hand while he did so. The attention made him feel warm inside, loved, accepted. The acrid smoke of the burning leaf so close to his face only enhanced the feelings, because it now was associated with masculine, mature, strong men. He longed to taste the tobacco on Herr Horvath’s tongue, but Sir did not kiss. Herr Walters would kiss Jürgen, though. He’d learned how to become a very good kisser from Herr Walters. He pulled the foreskin back gently, exposing the light brown head, which was still pumping out drips of penile lubricant. He cupped his lips and surrounded the tip, forcing his tongue into the piss slit to lick out more. Herr Horvath had a very large hole for spritzen. Jürgen could almost get the entire tip of his tongue inside it. He noticed Herr Horvath would spurt heavier when he did that, giving him more of his manly juice. That also gave him a warm, content feeling inside, knowing that meant he was making Herr Horvath very happy. After playing all he wanted with the head, he finally opened wide to take him inside his young mouth. He did it like Herr Walters had showed him, just a couple centimeters at a time, moving like a snake swallowing its dinner. Open ahhhh, tongue, lips, saliva, open ahhhh, move down, tongue, lips, saliva, and continue until he was smelling Sir’s thick, soft bush. Jürgen loved feeling the hair brush his cheeks, nose, and eyes when he had Herr Horvath fully engulfed, that’s how deep and lush his pubic hair was. It was good that Herr Horvath’s size meant he didn’t get completely rigid and stiff, instead his Schwanz was solid but flexible, which allowed the young man to take it all. He waited there, breathing through his hose and patient, while his throat formed the slimy mucus that would make repeated movements so much easier. It would produce far more than enough. Herr Horvath always used the drooled excess. It was perfect for preparing his tight ass for fucking. He felt the first wave ascend, and he let it escape his lips with a gurgle. “Huuuurrk!” Herr Horvath never stopped what he was saying to Herr Walters while he casually reached down to take the throat slime from his pubic hair, scooping it in his fingers with one hand and reaching for Jürgen’s ass to rub it on his twitching hole, inserting a meaty finger to try to force it inside him. He pushed him further down onto his cock, even though he was already at the base, with his other hand, so he could bend over easily and reach. Jürgen never felt happier than in this moment, smothered on all sides by pieces of Horvath’s furnace heat emitting body, Jürgen’s young chest and head between his legs, face planted to the balls in his crotch, his beautiful schwanz buried all the way down his throat, Herr Horvath’s heavy torso pressing into him from above. He could fall asleep like this, it made him feel so content and safe. “Mmmmmmm” he moaned. His jaw was stretched so wide, but he didn’t care. Herr Horvath sat back again, releasing the kid’s head. Jürgen began slowly pulling off about 14 centimeters, half of the length he had swallowed, to give his throat a rest, breathe a little and begin sliding that monster in and out of his mouth. He sucked for a few strokes at this depth before taking Herr Horvath deep again. “Huuurrrk” again. More throat slime. Herr Horvath repeated his earlier motions, again forcing his cock deeper into Jürgen’s willing throat. After forcing more fluid into the young German’s ass with two fingers, he slapped his ass and leaned back again. Jürgen began to slowly move up and down on Herr Horvath’s cock, humming a nursery rhyme while moving his mouth along the length. He was on his third repetition of the rhyme when he felt Herr Horvath’s member begin to swell. The young man didn’t break his steady, slow rhythm, maintaining the same pace, and he felt the first throb that signaled Herr Horvath was depositing his seed inside him. He held himself still for a moment, tightening his jaw slightly, before descending fully on the American’s meat to take the next few spurts in his throat, then moved off until just the fat head was held in his lips to allow the last few volleys of cum to fill his mouth, stroking the long shaft to pull every drop out. The thick semen tasted so good, and Jürgen imagined he was being infused with some of the magnificent soldier’s masculinity. Herr Horvath hadn’t made a sound or indicated in any way he had shot his sweet manseed in Jürgen’s mouth and throat, not even a tensing of a single muscle or change in breathing. The act of inseminating the youth occurred as naturally and easily as scratching an itch unconsciously. As if that was Jürgen’s purpose. Do you think about the glass you pour your milk in? Do you pause to warn it that it’s going to be filled? Does your body tense up as the runny white fluid splashes into the receptacle? Of course not. That’s where nourishing milk belongs, where it needs to go to be put to use. The boy nursed the slightly softened pole for a half a minute before releasing it from his pouty red lips, which he licked, relishing the taste. He tucked the turgid member back inside Herr Horvath’s sweat pants before moving over between Herr Walters’ legs. The second American spread his legs for him, giving him access. He took a moment to smile up at Herr Walters, who smiled back and tousled Jürgen’s hair. “You’re such a good boy.” Walters praised. Then he nodded at his crotch, taking a draw from his cigar. Jürgen pulled the front of the sweat pants down, just as he had done with Herr Horvath. Walters’ dick was not as long or thick as Horvath’s, but it was still an example of peak, potent impressive size. Herr Walters was circumcised, and leaking. The biggest testicles Jürgen had ever seen hung loose below the hard shaft that rose straight up toward the sky, unlike Herr Horvath’s. Herr Horvath’s cock was so long and heavy it simply leaned like a tree tipped over in a storm, it’s roots straining to maintain a grip on the soil. Having given a glance to the remaining unsmoked length of their cigars, and the last few sips of bourbon in their glasses, Jürgen knew time was limited before they were done out here, so he simply swallowed Walters’ hardness immediately, choosing to play with the American’s balls using his hands. The taste of the man’s precum was intoxicating. Jürgen moaned, loving how the solid tube of flesh left just enough room in his mouth for him to use his tongue, running it up and down and left and right over the tight skin of Herr Walters’ dick. He couldn’t do that with Herr Horvath’s barely manageable size. After having his throat stretched by Herr Horvath, this cock was easier to accommodate, so he happily slurped the entire length from base to head using gentle suction. Herr Walters encouraged him with minute thrusts, his ass clenching and releasing as Jürgen moved up and down on his American gun. Soon, Herr Walters placed a hand on his head, threading his fingers through the German youth’s curls. He grabbed the hair, and directed the boy with assertive pulling and pushing. The G.I. was working up to ejaculate, moving the blonde head between his legs faster, more intently. Herr Walters placed his cigar between his teeth and brought his other hand to Jürgen’s head. He sucked in a large draw of the tobacco smoke and just as he released his cum into the kid’s mouth he exhaled in his face. “Oh, fuck yeah kid. Drink all that juice.” He growled. “Every. Uh! Last. Uh! Drop. Uh! Uh! Mmmmmm.” Which Jürgen happily did, swallowing with every pumping squirt of the thick, delicious seed. As he had done with Herr Horvath, he nursed on the gradually softening dick while the muscle bound soldier came down from his orgasm. “Let’s move this inside.” Herr Horvath announced, taking the last sip of his bourbon. It probably wasn’t warm anymore. When they reached the living room, Sergeant Walters moved up to pull Jürgen into his muscular arms. The kid was taller than him by a couple inches. Their bare chests pressed together as Walters moved his hands over the tight, young firmness of Jürgen’s thin, athletic body. Horvath had moved up behind him to create a G.I. sandwich. The taller hairy American behind him had removed his sweatpants and was humping his thick hardness against the young German’s taut butt. The feel of Horvath’s warm fur against his back drove him to moan, as Walters gave him a deep, sensual kiss. Walters reached down to grab Jürgen’s thighs, lifting him up to straddle his waist, exposing his tight pucker to Horvath’s cock. Horvath applied more saliva to Jürgen’s hole, and even more to his ready pole, and slid his head over the newly spit lubed opening. He felt the kid’s sphincter pulse and flex as he applied ever greater pressure. The kid could take it. It alway made him hiss at first penetration, but he wanted Horvath’s monster inside him so badly it never took long for him to adjust, and this time was no different. “That’s it, boy.” Horvath growled. “I’m going to put this American soldier cock all the way up inside you.” And he made his words good by sliding raw slowly into Jürgen’s stretching asshole. Jürgen moaned into Walters’ mouth. He loved the G.I. sandwich, compressed between two real masculine men who enjoyed his body, one furry, one completely smooth, both with bulging muscles. The minimal lubrication of saliva heightened the frictional effect, creating a mixture of pleasure and pain. The act of being fucked in this standing position enhanced the erotic disparity between their strength and his, their size and his, their manly supremacy against his youth. He locked his ankles behind Walters’ back. Horvath began pistoning his slab of meat in and out of Jürgen’s tight willing hole, fully planting it to the balls and pulling out to the head. The kid was bouncing himself against Walters to increase the action, wanting more. “Ja! Fich mich! Ich liebe deinen großen Schwanz! Tiefer! Härter! Horvath chuckled, increasing the power of his thrusts. “Ja, Junge. Aber Du musst Englisch verwenden. Practice, remember?” Jürgen’s elastic hole gripped Horvath’s Hungarian pole perfectly, doing its own work to stroke his gargantuan shaft. The kid’s hole was amazing, like it was made to take his dick. Depth, circumference, grip, wetness… all of it was a precise fit. “It feel so good I can’t remember words. Fuck my ass, please Sir! I want to feel your sperm inside my ass.” “You want my cum, boy?” Horvath growled, really hammering the kid now, picking up steam that was driving him towards release. “Yes, your cum. That is what I want!” Jürgen gasped. He was holding onto Walters for his life, as he was crushed between the two men. Herr Walters had leaned forward, as if holding a boxing bag against his training partner’s rapid, forceful punches. The boy’s hard cock was smashed against Herr Walters’ solid abs, rubbing along the hard ridges with every one of Horvath’s plunges into his overfilled young hole. He felt that he reached a precipice, and suddenly his cock began to shoot, pouring out his sperm onto Walters’ smooth skin. “Here it comes boy. I’m going to fill you up. Your going to take my big load deep inside your sweet hole.” And Herr Horvath started to grunt, burying his giant exceptional manhood to the hairy balls in the thin young, handsome German. “Ja! I am feeling it, Sir! Oh, I love it! It is so good for you to give me this into my ass. It is so good feeling!” Even as the last drops of cum were beaten out of his own dick crushed against Herr Walters. “Take it all boy!” Horvath heaved again and again as he emptied his nuts with eight or ten long heavy squirts inside the willing and hungry chute gripping his cock so nicely. Jürgen buried his head in Walters’ neck. “Yes! I take it for you. I take all of it, for you.” Horvath reached out and stroked Jürgen’s head as his strokes slowly came to a stop. “Good boy. You are a good boy.” He felt he had gushed a massive load up the kid’s sweet cunt, and was unsurprised to see a large amount follow his dick out through his stretched sphincter, splattering on the hardwood floor beneath them. He reached under to force two meaty fingers knuckle deep in the youth’s warm dripping hole. “Mmmmm.” Jürgen moaned. He pulled his head away and looked at Walters. “You will fuck me now, yes?” “Yes, boy. I will fuck you now.” Walters said with a grin before kissing Jürgen passionately. Horvath pulled Jürgen off Walters, holding him from behind and stepping back to sit on the couch. Jürgen leaned back against the warm furry chest as Herr Horvath pulled his knees up to expose his cum soaked hole. Horvath gripped his wrists together pinning the boy in place securely. Walters lowered himself between Horvath’s knees, positioning his cock against the spasming pucker. Jürgen leaned his head back on Herr Horvath’s shoulder, while Horvath nuzzled his neck. The lingering aroma of cigar coming from Horvath’s skin filled his nose, making his body go limp. Walters slowly pushed his cock inside the kid, meeting no resistance, not after the Hungarian beast had used him and lubricated his entire fuck channel with his hot cum. Walters took his time, letting the young hole massage his cock with every downstroke and upstroke. Where Horvath had been forceful and intense, Walters was gentle and easy. He pistoned in regular, even rhythm, wanting the kid to enjoy a nice slow lazy fuck. Horvath had switched to playing with the blonde youth’s nipples, kissing and licking his neck, driving the boy crazy with sensory overload. Jürgen was completely limp, moaning and mumbling to himself in German. Horvath moved one hand up to put two fingers in Jürgen’s mouth, pulling one leg further up and stretching out his young, athletic body. Walters began stroking deeper, bottoming out then tightening his ass cheeks to get a partial inch more of penetration. He knew he wasn’t going to last much longer, so he began fucking the kid with more force, the feeling of fucking into Horvath’s load was amazing. “I’m going to blow my load up your ass! Here it comes!” And he gave a growl as he went balls deep when his throbbing cock spewed more cum inside the kid. “Oh fuck yeah! Hot little hole on you, boy. So good.” When he was fully spent, he pulled his cock out of Jürgen’s once again tight hole. By this time, Horvath was ready to go a second time. The Army beast pulled the smaller kid up a little so his cock could find his hole. Jürgen reached down to grab the meat slab and guide it in. Horvath pushed the young blonde down until he was buried. The characteristic he loved most about young Jürgen was his complete pliability. The boy didn’t squirm, or fight, or resist in any way. It didn’t matter which position a cock entered him, whether first fuck or fifth, he simply took it. He would continue to take a fucking as long as Horvath needed him to, as many times as it took, as many loads as Horvath and Walters had to shoot up his beautiful pliant hole. And the kid loved and enjoyed the fifth fuck as much as the first. Horvath had never encountered anyone who accepted multiple, repetitive fucking from his huge cock like Jürgen, except for one prostitute in Vegas when he was 22. But even then it was unsatisfying because he wasn’t going to raw dog a prostitute, and shooting into a condom took away a vital aspect great sex. Fucking and cumming into a rubber accomplished the basic physical need, similar to jacking off. But knowing that your seed was going to be fucked inside another person, and that person wanted your seed inside them elevated the experience to something intensely satisfying. It almost seemed like the kid wanted them to get him pregnant with their virility so it would grow inside him. Honestly, Horvath found that intensely erotic. Jürgen was special, he loved it when the older Americans pumped his ass full of their elixir of masculinity. He got the sense that the kid wasn’t necessarily gay, only enamored of the American soldiers, their size, the confidence and competency with which they carried themselves, their maturity and masculinity. And that excited Horvath too, that Jürgen happily allowed himself to be fucked because it was one way he could be useful to the men he admired. The kid had placed his feet on Horvath’s knees so he could maintain position while Horvath thrust his hips. Horvath gripped the blonde youth’s hips, pulling him up and down on his pole, and Jürgen’s shoulders and head rested against the Sergeant’s hot furry chest. The kid was moaning, still mumbling in German. Walters couldn’t translate it, but Horvath could. How he was being fucked by a real man, so big, the feel of his hairy body, so deep, he loved being taken by Horvath’s beautiful meat, how he needed to take Horvath’s seed and it would make him a man. The fact he wasn’t talking to Horvath, only to himself out loud made it more exciting. The Sergeant was long dicking the kid now, his monster cock pistoning the full eleven plus inches with every stroke. The smack of his hips against Jürgen’s fuzzy cheeks beating out a rhythm that spoke of carnal need. He knew the kid’s hole was being punished, tenderized by his fuck stick. Jürgen had begun repeating “Ja, Ja, Ja.” over and over, and “Gibt es Mir, ja!” Driving him on. The moment came when Horvath felt his balls draw up and he knew he was going to fuck another huge load up the kid’s already sperm filled cunt. He grabbed the boy in a powerful hug and slammed him down on his cunt wrecker, feeling his warm nut propel out his piss slit up inside Jürgen’s desperate guts. And then the kid’s lean muscles went taut, his own cock releasing his boyseed to fly up his smooth hairless chest. They came together, each volley perfectly matched in time. Horvath loved how Jürgen almost always came without touching himself. The kid relaxed fully against Horvath’s chest, dropping his legs to straddle the Sergeant’s thighs. “So geil. Very sexy, is very hot.” The kid breathed in a satisfied sigh. “I must always have your sperm inside me, Sir.” “I’ve told you before, boy, Americans call it cum. To say sperm is too formal for having sex, especially good sex. We say sperm with doctors and in proper situations to remove the sexual part.” Horvath explained. “Yes, I know this. It is difficult to think because of the hot fucking. I must always have your cum inside me, Sir. I like your cum.” The kid repeated with a wiggle of his ass which still gripped the Sergeant’s cock. The scene of Horvath and Jürgen snuggled in post orgasm contentment was endearing. Jürgen still had his head leaned back into the crook of Horvath’s neck, their faces rubbing against each other’s side by side. Horvath was lazily running his hands up and down the kid’s smooth compact chest and abdomen, smearing the boy’s load over his skin. “You’re such a good boy.” He gave Jürgen’s cheek a quick peck. “Go take a shower. You need to get home before your parents worry.” Jürgen shrugged. “They know that I am here with you and Herr Walters. But you are right. I must study. My test will be Monday for my Finanzen Classe. There will be many questions and I must perform well. I will receive the highest mark.” “Yes, you must. Studies are very important. Go on, get cleaned up.” He patted Jürgen’s chest. “Ja, ja. I am doing this, but it is difficult to climb down from this tree.” He joked with a laugh. “GRRRRR, you will get another fucking if you don’t.” Jürgen’s ass gave another wiggle, and squeezed down on the cock still stretching his hole. “Then I must stay. You must have all the fuckings for your hoden to become empty.” With another growl, Horvath flipped the kid face down on the couch in one smooth movement, without his cock leaving the tight warm hole gripping it. He railed the kid one more time, dumping what remained of his seed into the kid’s greedy cumhole. He slowly extracted his cock and sat back, slapping Jürgen’s firm perky butt. Another amazing talent of the kid’s hole was how it rarely let any of their cum leak out. It always irised shut when they withdrew. “Guess I have one more in me, too.” Walters said, climbing on before Jürgen moved. His cock slid inside the supine boy easily, making the youth moan in pleasure. He pumped forcefully for a couple minutes until he spewed a surprisingly thick, heavy full course of his nut deep up the kid’s fuckchute. He pulled out, kissing the kid’s neck tenderly. “Thank you, Jürgen.” Jürgen smiled. He always loved these times with the two Americans. They always made him feel wanted, desired, important. They never fucked him just once, and it never took them long to go again. Even with his limited experience, he knew that was unusual. He got up from the couch, a big smile plastered on his young handsome face. He stretched, extending his arms above his head. He noticed the eyes of the men running over his lean, lanky form. It made him feel attractive. Oh, he knew he was very good looking, but having the appreciation of such well built masculine real men thrilled him and gave him a warm feeling inside. “Thank you, Sirs. I will have all your cum in me while I sleep tonight, and I will sleep very well.” He looked at Horvath for approval. He knew it had to be a large amount, Herr Horvath always produced a large volume of sperm… cum. “Very good, boy. That was perfect English.” Horvath praised. “Sehr gut.”

Part 20 Chris knew what to expect once his arm was raised above him but somehow his coughing fit felt just as uncontrollable as the first time. What was different was that he knew it would become what he had just seen for Casey and felt that first time in Hunters sling. And before long that feeling did wash over him. The warmth and then the hunger that he could really only locate at his hole. He needed to feel a hard cock inside him. It was all he could think of right then. There were only three times he ever really considered bottoming and those were the three times he came to Hunters place. But of the three, he was never so hungry as now. Chris wasnt aware what he looked like as he laid back onto the bed and gave himself over to the rush. Hunter watched the hot boy writhing and accepting the high and he almost came right then. "You feeling good huh?" Chris, out of breath moaned out a yes. "Lets see that hole." Chris flipped himself over onto his stomach, his feet still on the ground, and pulled his cheeks apart to show his hole off to Hunter. "Fuck thats pretty." Hunter took joy in taking a boys cherry and pozzing them. But there was something so satisfying in witnessing the full transformation of a boy who never imagined what pleasure was until he met Hunter. As he looked at the smooth boy exposing his tight jock hole, he felt pride and lust all at once. He wanted to make this last and give Chris as much pleasure as he could feel. He started by kneeling and probing Chriss hole with his tongue. Chris yelped at the initial touch of a tongue to his hole. It was like a switch that shot jolts of pleasure coursing through his body. He was bucking back trying to get more and more of the tongue to touch inside of him, igniting those lightning bolts of pleasure and making him moan loud. When he finally tilted his head up so that his chin was resting on the bed he realized that his head and Caseys head were close to each other. As if sensing Chris' eyes, Casey opened his eyes and turned to his new friend. They immediately locked themselves in a kiss, not fully realizing that they were feeding on each other like wild animals because of the high that turned them into uncontrollable pleasure seekers. Ryan looked up when he heard the two boys making out and thought this was his time. He got up from his knees and took a quick glance at Hunter who looked back. They didnt say anything to each other but they both knew. Hunter reached out and pushed Chris' head down to deepen their kiss but also to distract Casey from what was about to happen. Ryan grabbed the bottle of lube on the floor that Hunter left when he fucked Tyler and poured its contents all over his cock, quickly stroking it to get it slick and slathered. He was almost shaking in anticipation. It had been a while since he popped a boys cherry. Casey was so focused on Chris' tongue that he didnt really notice that the tongue at his hole pulled away. The heat from the slam was still coursing through his body and he was starting to ride it. What it did in his brain was focus him at this moment on Chris' tongue and giving as much as he could to it. Any touch was electric and that was true when Ryan put Caseys legs onto his shoulders and when he felt what he thought was a thick finger rubbing against his hole. Just before the slam Casey could not feel any pleasure from Ryans finger because of that immediate fear that arose that he was about to get fucked for the first time. This time, he wasnt thinking about what might happen even one second from now. He was in the present and all he could think about was the pleasure of Chris' tongue and the spark ignited by the man touching his hole. The only response Ryan could detect was Caseys moan into Chris' mouth. The sight of the head of his cock rubbing against this boys smooth virgin hole just made it too hard to restrain himself any longer. He didnt want to hurt the boy and he had experience making first times more about the pleasure than pain. As gently as he could, he added pressure against Caseys hole with his wet cock. He didnt feel the tensing of the boys hole the way he did when he tried playing with it with his finger. The slam had done its job. And then Ryan felt the head of his cock push just past that cherry and suddenly he was inside the boy, warm and as tight as any hole he had fucked before. For Casey there needed to be a new word for unexpected because this was not what he thought was going to happen at all. Hunter was watching from a standing position now and held Chris' head down on Casey so that neither boy could protest. Casey could only moan into Chris' mouth to indicate any response to the thick cock that was pushing into him. There was pain, somehow sharp and dull all at once, but in the same way that any touch was electric as he rode the high of his slam, that pain was also accompanied by the same currents of pleasure, only now originating from inside him. Originating from his hole to be precise. This was a sensation that felt even better than a tongue eating his hole out. This cock that was moving deeper into him seemingly without end was touching parts of him that no tongue could reach and the man attached to that cock knew exactly what he was doing. All Hunter and Ryan could hear were moans of pleasure and Ryan could feel Caseys hole accepting and even milking his cock. "Yeah boy. That's right. Take this cock....Almost there boy..." Ryan wanted to see Caseys face as he got fucked for the first time but his view was blocked as the two boys made out. Both boys began to moan loudly into each others mouths and thats when Ryan noticed that Hunter had entered Chris from behind, already balls deep inside his boy. As Hunter began to pull his cock out a couple inches and then thrust them back deep into Chris, he pulled his hand away from the back of the boys head. Chris raised his head so that the two boys could catch their breath and that's when Ryan saw Casey lift his head, his eyes wide and looking down trying to catch a view of himself getting fucked. When he couldnt, he looked up at Ryan with his eyes still wide, looking to Ryan with what seemed to the man like a mix of surprise and disbelief. Ryan bent over and kissed Casey. "You feeling good?" Casey didnt have words for what he was feeling. He just gasped and nodded. Seeing this was Ryans cue. He thrust the rest of his cock into Casey and held it deep, flexing against the walls of Caseys hole. That thrust took the wind out of Casey like he had been punched in the stomach but instead of that punch it was the feeling of something hitting spots that sparked fireworks exploding inside of him. That was the feeling that tilted his head back and caused his eyes to roll into his head. "Yeah, guess thats feeling good huh? Casey just moaned in response. "I told you that slam was going to make things better. Now I'm going to start fucking you boy." With that, Ryan pulled out until only his head was still inside Casey and then slammed all the way into him hard making the new bottom gasp in pain and then moan in pleasure as he felt the cock hit a spot deep in him that made his soft cock spring to life. Ryan wasnt interested in making this first time unpleasant so he started alternating between swift hard strokes and long slow ones. It all drove Casey wild who had never felt any of these sensations before and had never given any real thought to what it would feel like to bottom. This was changing him. He would at least be vers from now on. Chris was hard and dripping not just because of Hunters hard thick cock fucking him from behind but also because of what he was watching at the same time. A hot guy was getting fucked for the first time and loving it on the same bed that he was getting fucked on. But in his slammed up mind what was getting him to the edge without even touching his cock was the knowledge that he was watching this boy get pozzed. He didnt understand why that was getting him worked up even more but he wasnt going to try to figure that out now. He just knew that it was driving him. He looked up at Ryan who noticed and smiled at him. "So hot" Chris said propping himself up on his forearms to get a view of Ryans cock fucking into Casey. "Yeah your buddys hole is opening up for my cock." Chris wasnt thinking about what this all meant for Casey. Any guilt he was feeling before was totally wiped away now and so was his filter. "Give him that poz cum." "Oh fuck" Hunter responded. Chris was fully in now. Hunter had successfully changed another boy permanently and that knowledge and the heat and tightness of Chris' hole got him to his second load. "Fuck I'm cumming boy. Take this load!" Chris moaned and pushed his hips back and milked the cum out of Hunter. Ryan could tell he wasnt far behind. He had been trying so hard to make this last but watching Hunter cum inside Chris who just told him to poz Casey was too much. He looked into Caseys eyes, still wide open as he rode his first high and first cock. "You want this load boy?" "Fuck yes" Casey replied, basically his first words since the slam. He hadnt really understood what Chris had said and in that moment he just didnt care. What he did know was that this felt good and that what made all of this ok was his trust in Tyler. The guy who lived down the hall vouched for these guys so he didnt think about any consequences of getting fucked raw by a man he didnt know and having him cum inside him. He had been cumming inside Tyler since they started fucking so there couldnt be harm now. "Gonna shoot my poz cum so deep inside you." Casey did hear that more clearly and in the frenzy of this fucking something in his head did begin to process what those words could mean. "What?" He wanted to confirm what he heard but he realized not out of fear. There was something else happening in his mind. "Yeah boy you love it. Look at this cock." Ryan wrapped his hand around Caseys cock which had stiffened slowly but was rock hard now. "You want this dont you." It was a statement of fact not a question. Casey was just breathing hard as Ryan picked up his pace. He couldnt understand why he was feeling this turned on by what he thought he had heard but just like Chris this wasnt the time to reflect and reverse course. He clenched and tightened his hole around the raw cock that was about to shoot poz ropes into him. Ryan could feel it and his own eyes widened as he could see the need in Csaeys eyes. "Ah fuuuuuuck....I'm cumming!" Hunter and Chris encouraged Ryan with a chorus of Yeahs and Go for its as Ryan thrust deep into Casey and held himself by reaching to Caseys shoulders and feeling as one of the most powerful orgasms he had in a while shook his whole body. Casey felt Ryans cock flexing deep in him and realized he was being bred. He couldnt believe how hot it was to watch what he had done to this man whose body was now shaking and spasming with rope after rope flooding his insides. Both top and bottom thought Ryans orgasm would never end. "Emptying those balls. Fuck!" Hunter loved what he was seeing, knowing that this new hot boy was becoming one of them and seemed to enjoy it, even want it. It kept him hard and he just kept fucking Chris, churning his poz load deeper into the boy. Chris' hunger wasnt satisfied with just the one load inside him so he kept doing all he could to try to milk the cock inside him. Ryan laid on top of Casey with the bottoms legs wrapped around his lower back. As they kissed Ryan could feel Caseys newly stiff cock throbbing against his abs. He raised hiimself up and grabbed the cock noticing that it was also dripping pre cum. "We need to get this hot boy off." As if they had been listening the whole time at the door, it was at those words that Greg and Tyler, both naked, opened the bedroom door. Tyler surveyed the scene and couldnt believe the sight of both Chris and Casey in different positions on the bed with raw cocks inside them. Something about their eyes and faces told him that they were even higher than he thought they were when they left the living room. How much had they smoked in here, Tyler thought. Greg broke the brief silence and pause in action that their entrance caused. "You guys up for some company?"

PART 3 Dean was focused on the laptop in front of him and quickly said “OK, there we go. Two more ads, one on Craig’s list, and one on BBRT. That should find us more more hot cocks to rape these two cumdumps. What do you say, faggots? You ready for some more randos to use your pussies? Here’s the ad: “Five guys, 18-30, partying together, three vers, two sloppy, loaded up bottom cumdumpsters, looking for other nasty pigs 18-40 to party some more, breed these dirty little fags, treat them like the whores they are. We’re into most nasty stuff, piss and fist to the head of the line. Send pics and come join us to get nasty.” Chris and I looked at each other and both got a shit-eating grin on our faces. I had four loads of sperm in my hole and Chris had 7. I needed to catch up. I needed to get more loads than Chris or at least catch up to him. I couldn’t let him outdo me when it came to getting my cunt loaded up. Dean posted the two ads on CL and BBRT but I also changed my Scruff and Growlr ads to show myself being more of a slut, debasing myself for loads. No load refused. I laid my phone on he bed next to me so I could respond to the messages quickly. I knew that my compact 18 year old hairy ass would quickly find some takers who wanted to breed me and once they were here they’d probably wanna breed Chris as well. Everyone wins. And I’d never tried piss before, so I wanted to see what that was about. As soon as the ads posted we started to get responses. Dean just smiled and I could tell he was just going to say yes and not give Chris or I any say in who came over to rape us. That was just fine with me. I’m a whore. I don’t get to pick and choose who shoves their cock in me. My cunt simply exists to let any cock use it and dump loads in it. The sooner that’s clear to the men fucking me, the better. I’m pretty sure Dean and Eric understood just how much of a whore I was. I know Chris did. He was lying on the bed next to me, sucking Eric’s cock lazily, trying to bring it back to life (I later found out they had all taken Cialis so they wouldn’t have a problem getting hard from the crystal). Eric was shoving his cock down Chris’ throat, making him deep throat it and moaning. “You nasty little faggot. You just want me to get hard again so I can rape you some more. Your fucking cunt is insatiable. I wonder if we can beat your record 22 loads in a weekend. You think, baby?” Chris looked up at Eric and smiled. “Whatever my Daddy wants, my Daddy gets. My cunt just lives to serve cock." Chris totally got me. Jose had gone into the other room, and Dean motioned me onto the floor. “Here, pig. Put this in your cunt so none of that sperm leaks out. You too, whore.” He handed me a fat buttplug and tossed an identical one to Chris. Eric grabbed it out of the air and made his lover turn around. He scooped up some of the cum that was leaking out of Chris’ ass and used it to lube up the plug and then shove it in with one push. Chris yelped. “FUCK, baby! That plug feels GOOD in my pussy. Don’t wanna waste any of that nice jizz.” Chris grabbed the plug out of my hand and motioned for me to turn around. Then he did the same thing, scooping up the jizz and lubing up the plug. “Here is comes, faggot.” With that he shoved the plug all the way inside me. My cunt was split open and it felt SO fucking good. I knew I was going to have to get some plugs of my own. This one was nice and fat and filled my cunt up, but only succeeded in making me more desperate for cock inside me. Dean grabbed his cock, which was half hard, and then my head and shoved it down my throat. His cock was nice and fat and fit down my throat really well, but I was hoping that he would get it hard enough to fuck me some more. My whole body was thinking about my need for cock in my ass. It was almost like I was just a hole. A receptacle for cocks. “That’s a good boy. Just nurse on my cock for a while so I can sort through these boys who wanna come over and pull a train on your fagdumps.” Eric got up and sat down next to Dean, and Chris followed him, kneeling on the floor in front of his boyfriend, so we could both suck on their cocks. “What do you think of this one,” Dean said. Eric smiled and said “fuck yeah, look at that cock. I wanna see him split them both open.” Dean laughed and said “not sure that will happen, they’re both pretty sloppy right now.” They both laughed. Jose came back into the room, holding a small bag. He said “I think we need to take this party to the next level. You ready, piggies?” They all laughed and said “fuck yeah!” Dean looked at me, pulled my mouth off his cock and said “you ever slammed before Justin? You ready for us to turn you into a HOLE?” I already felt like a total hole, so I wondered how much more I could feel, but I knew that I needed more cock, so I just grinned and said “fuck yeah. As long as it means more cum in my pussy, then I want it.” “Good,”Dean said. “We probably weren’t going to give you a choice anyway. But I had a feeling you wouldn’t say no. You’re a nasty little piggy. I can’t wait to teach you all about the depths of depravity." I still wasn’t entirely sure what they were talking about, but I didn’t care. I went back to sucking on Dean’s cock. Jose sat between Eric and Dean on the sofa, and I Chris and I took turns sucking on his cock as well. I was dying to get his load in my cunt as well instead of just in my mouth. Dean shut his laptop at the same time I heard my phone buzz. I grabbed it and saw a text from Daddy. “How you doing baby boy? You being a good whore for those boys?” I texted him back. “Fuck yes, Daddy! Thank you! I have five loads in me now and some more guys are coming over to breed me and the other bottom. They got me high and I feel amazing. I feel like a hole. Just a fucking cum hole. I hope you’re proud of me. I never said no” I waited a moment and the reply came “That’s my boy. Daddy raised you right. You enjoy those cocks and loads and when you come home, Daddy will have a surprise for you.” Dean looked over at me and said “who you chatting with, piggy?” “Just my Dad,” I said. “You should invite him over so he can watch his own son get gang raped by strangers. That’s what he wanted isn’t it?” Dean grinned and stroked his cock while he played with his hairy chest. “Really? I dunno if he’d wanna come over.” I turned back to the phone and texted him with the address. Then I saw that there were Growlr and Scruff messages and since I was just a cumdump, I handed the phone to Dean so he could answer them. “Here you answer the messages on my phone. I don’t get to choose who breeds me, all I know is I need cock inside me and I need it soon.” The rest of the boys laughed out loud and Eric grabbed the phone from Dean. “My turn.” He swiped quickly through the messages and showed a couple of the guys to Dean. After a few minutes I could feel my cunt throbbing from desire and the buttplug that was deep inside me, opening up my hole for the cock raping to come. Then I heard the doorbell ring. Dean smiled and kissed me and Chris in turn. “OK, piggies. It’s showtime. Dumpsters on the bed. Ass up, face down.” Eric went to answer the door and I could hear him talking to two men. All I heard was “Yeah, we both just need a cunt to unload in. Sounds like your tweaked out bottoms are pretty greedy.” Eric laughed and said “You have no idea.” Eric walked back into the bedroom with two new guys in tow who both quickly removed their clothes. Both of them were tall, muscled college age guys, kind of “bro” in their look but with a nasty, pierced, pervy edge. One them was covered in thick blonde hair and had a beard, the other one was more smooth and had a dark beard. Yum. They both sported nice fat cocks, which I knew were going to feel amazing raping my cumdump. They introduced themselves as Josh and Dan. They pulled out pipes and started smoking and Jose said “we were just about to slam when you got here…..” Both of them smiled and Dan said “fuck dude, go ahead. I love breeding a cumdump that’s slammed up and begging for dick like a whore. Can I put my cock inside his pussy before you slam him?” Jose laughed and said “sure, dude.” Then I pulled my legs over my shoulders and presented my cunt to the assembled cocks for raping. I gave a gentle push and the plug popped out of me and I could feel sperm dripping down my legs. Jose pulled out five syringes and told Chris and I to lie on our backs. He and Eric put straps around our arms while Dean began to do himself. “You’re going to feel a little prick,” Eric said to me. “For the last time tonight, judging by the cocks in this room,” Dean laughed. I felt the needle pierce my skin. Eric walked me through what was going to happen. “You’re going to feel a rush. Just ride it out. You may cough a lot. Just go with it. We’re here. You’ll be fine.” Josh put his pipe down (but not before giving me yet another shotgun) and started to jerk his hard cock. “You ready to get raped, faggot? I’m gonna fucking knock your cunt up.” He got on the bed and shoved his cock in my about to be slammed up cumdump. He held it there, and Dan leaned over to give Josh a shotgun, which he then passed to me. While I was taking the smoke in, I watched Eric pull the plunger back and it registered red, and then he pushed the clear, thick liquid into my vein. He reached up and removed the strap from my arm and I felt the rush. I was suddenly very hot and began to cough. I had never felt so horny before in my life. Dan reached over and passed me another shotgun and said “Let’s get this faggot SPUN and RAPED.” I laid back on the bed and caught my breath. “Guys I really need you all inside me. Maybe at the same time. I gotta get your loads. I need them. Please fucking fuck me! You can do whatever you want to me, just give me your fucking cocks!” Josh was already inside me and started to pound my pussy hard before I even stopped coughing. I knew I was in for a long night, and I couldn’t wait. If things worked out well, Daddy would come over and see me serving my true purpose. Being gang raped by complete strangers and loving every minute of it.

Sorry for the delay in posting this part, I posted it in the wrong section by mistake. ************************************************************************************ Johnson held the boy's legs back by gripping him behind his knees. The boy was making 'ooohh' and 'aahhhh' noises as Johnson screwed him like a pro. I leaned-in, and, grinning at the boy, gave him a nice wet sloppy kiss, simultaneously twisting one of his little nipples between my fingers. The boy returned my kiss eagerly and then gazed up at me adoringly as I slipped my cock into his eager little mouth. Anton grunted "Looks like the whore's in love." "Maybe, but in love with cock, more like it" I replied. "Fucking right" growled Johnson, his dick pummelling the boy's arse, "his pussy's massaging my dick really good" and then grabbing the boy's rock hard dick in his hand, Johnson ordered him "Cum for me, little boy, cum while I'm fucking you and Daddy will spunk in your pussy." The boy groaned and reached for his nips twisting them himself and groaning his eyes glazed but full of desire as he vocalised the pleasure his pussy was giving him. Johnson reared up spreading the boy's legs even wider and, remaining on his haunches, held the boy by his slim waist, using his strength to pull the boy hard down on his cock as he slammed his hips hard, screwing the boy with amazing strength and vigor for a man his age. The boy's body was being shaken like a rag doll and he was covered with sweat, but he carried on working his nips as Johnson fucked his hole and held onto his little white boy cock, the boy threw his head back and let out a high pitched 'eennnnnn!!' as his cock spurted his white teen boy cum over his abs "atta boy" Johnson grunted and fucked in harder literally roaring as his own cock fired his sperm deep inside the boy splattering his innards with another load of black daddy cum. Johnson lowered himself onto the boy kissing him as he ground his cock into the boys pussy as if to make sure his cum got in as deep as he could. When Johnson pulled out the boy just laid there on his back with his legs still spread his muscled chest heaving gently as he breathed, Johnson rubbed his jizz covered dick over the boys lips and face "looks like the boys partied out". The guys left and I went back into the bedroom, I put the boys pizza delivery baseball cap on his head sitting him up so he was leaning against the headboard, I got a piece of card and wrote on it 'for pizza call me' and the number of the pizza place he worked at, I then pushed his legs back and tied them in place so that his swollen boi pussy was on full show oozing spunk along with his little dick that I worked hard, a little slap brought him round enough to hold the card and smile for me as slid my cock into his cunt and took the picture that would definitely be getting his pizza boss a lot of business! I cleaned the tina boy up a bit and then let him sleep for a few hours before rousing him telling him it was probably time to go, he looked a bit disoriented at first and I went to pick up his clothes, when I came back into the bedroom he was on the bed with his legs pulled back staring at his swollen hole in the mirrored wardrobe doors, he looked at me "oh god what did you do to me?", I sat down on the bed next to him and putting my hand between his legs my finger lightly touching his ring smiled "just what you asked us to do son, fucked and spunked inside your bum", he glowed red and his eyes widened "us??!!", I pushed my finger into his wet sloppy pussy "yes 'us' boy, me and two buds of mine, you begged us to fuck and put our poz cum in you", he threw his head back shaking it but offered no resistance as I started to gently finger fuck his hole, "and you loved it son, you loved our big black daddy cocks in you little boi pussy corrupting it" he stifled a sob but he also groaned his nipples hardening on his chest, I lent down and started to chew lightly on one of them as I smiled watching his white boy cock stiffening between his legs, "that's right baby boy right now Daddys black poz babies are getting your slutty boi pussy pregnant". I could hear him sobbing quietly but again he did not move and his cock stayed hard between his legs, I continued chewing on his nipple mumouring what a good boy he was until I heard a little voice whisper "again to make sure please Daddy?", I looked at my grinning face and rock hard dick in the mirror "definitely son, that's a good fucking boy" The End

I started sucking my cousin's cock when I was 9 and he was 11. At 10 I swallowed his first 12 y/o load. When I was 11 and he was 13 he was the first to fuck me and load my ass.