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I was in NYC last week I was there to see some broadway shows I went on sniffies for a brief moment I was hit on by a young usher He was at the show Wicked He asked if I was free. Yes but it had to be quick because we both were going to a 1 pm show. In a few minutes he was at my door He was extremely cute and was wearing his black usher uniform. He got undressed quickly and had a wonderful dick. I sucked him a little and he was feeling my ass. He them spit on my ass and went right in. He said he only fucked bare. In a few minutes he grew quicker and i could feel him cum Boy did he cum He then said he had a girlfriend but he occasionally liked an older ass to fuck.I asked him his age and he said 22. He dressed quickly and said if he had time he might hit me up again. That never happened but. I went to my show with his cum dripping out of me

Looks like the site was down for ~5 hrs. (oops!) Turns out I forgot to renew my (DDOS-protected) DNS hosting… I just renewed it for 2 years, so that won't happen again anytime soon.

Started chatting with a guy online who wanted to pnp while his bf was out of town. I showed up at his place and he immediately offered me his pipe. After several big hits, we got undressed and started feeling each other up. I came prelubed and soon as he was hard, I bent over and he slid inside me. He was about 7” thick and he didnt last very long. He apologized and let me take a few more hits of his pipe. I was still horny when I left, so I decided to stop by The Club. I got situated in a room and very quickly made eyes with a hot Hispanic guy. He stepped in my room and started sucking me off. He reached around and felt my lubed ass and growled when he felt it leaking. He got up and turned me around and bent me over the bed. He started reaching for a condom and I said fuck me raw. He said you cool if I am poz and I repeated fuck me raw. I thought the next thing I would feel in my ass was his dick, but it was fingers instead. He started with one and slowly started increasing the numbers. I realized quickly he was going to try to fist me. I took a big hit of poppers and decided to let this happen. I have never felt something so intense and I was oozing a ton of precum. After loosening me up, he pulled out and shoved his dick in. He began pounding me while I moanded into the pillow. After awhile he pushed me down on my stomach, he grabbed my arms and pulled them around to my back and held them there. He didnt want me to move. He slid his legs up on my side and I could instantly feel his dick poking my prostate. He said he was close and asked if I was ready for his load. I moaned yes louder than expected and the next thing I know he was unloading in me. He laid on top of me for a few minutes and then pulled out. I thought he would leave but instead I started feeling his fingers in my ass again. He asked if this was my first time attempting to get fisted and I said yes. He asked if I wanted to go to his place because he had supplies to make it easier for me. I told him I was up for it and I was ready when he was. More to come…

When I lived in Richmond, VA with my previous boyfriend, we lived a few floors above this guy that was like 68 or something. I used to suck his dick a lot when my boyfriend was at work and this old guy would cum more than anybody I ever met in my life. He had to have some kind of condition because it was so much that I couldnt swallow it all because it was like drinking a glass of egg nog. One of my favorite guys to blow though and I miss living above his apartment.

Aside from being downright ghoulish (no surprise, since it's coming from a Republican), diabetes is not always the result of dietary issues. For someone who thinks government shouldn't be regulating morals, you sure seem content with letting insurers (who aren't accountable to anyone) effectively regulate morals - or what YOU seem to think are moral issues, at any rate. By this logic insurers should never cover STI treatment, since slutty people (to paint them all with the broad type of brush you seem to prefer) should be allowed to fuck "themselves to death without burdening other's [sic] with the pitfalls of their poor choices and existence." Should we not cover injuries from sports, since those people are clearly choosing to put themselves at risk playing an optional activity for fun - do we just let them "play themselves to death"? How many hamburgers can a person eat before you decide they're eating themselves to death? How about drivers who get injured in a car accident? Clearly if they'd been riding mass transit they'd have been safer, so no injury treatment for them, right? There are almost ALWAYS choices that lead us to needing health care. If you're going to pretend to have principles, at least make them consistent.

** 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…

Masochist sub in London here. Really want to get ink chosen by a Dom. Very into agreeing a location and then giving the rest of the decision to the Dom but I pay for the ink. Literally no limits on design.

Same here. But I supposed that probably not the dem gov would block the site. On my side it was weird that I could use it in Hungary in the morning but not in Germany (I was on my way to GC). I literally was anxious. This site is an important part of my life. So I am relieved. The life is beautiful, BZ goes smoothly, I am here in my second home for two weeks, and just an hour before going to the airport I was fist fucked intensely (Just so I don't deny my piggy self 🐷😈😂)

Showed up at his place and he told me to strip down. He led me to a back bedroom that was set up as his play area. He told me to get in the sling and get comfortable. He excused himself for a few while I got into the sling. When he returned, he asked if I wanted anything to loosen up. I replied yes and he opened his bag and pulled out a pipe. He handed it to me and said go for it. As I started blowing clouds, he began lubing up my ass. Without saying anything, he reached over grabbed a butt plug, sprinkled some powder on it, and started to push it in. It was bigger than I am used to so he massaged it until it popped in. After letting me smoke for a few minutes, he took the pipe and started strapping my arms and legs into the sling. Only thing he said to me while he was doing it was I don’t want you to touch yourself while you are getting fisted. About this time, everything started to kick in and all I wanted to do was touch myself. He slowly started to pull the butt plug out. The popping sound and the feeling when it came out took my breath away. He asked me if I was ready and I moaned yes. He gave me a big hit of poppers and started. He slid one, two, and then more fingers into me. When he reached the first stopping point, he worked his hand in and out. He told me to breathe a few time and just relax. The moment his hand slid in, my body shivered and I had an instant feeling of pleasure. He spent the next 30 minutes working my ass over. The guy was a man of few words. When he was done fisting me, he stood up and slid his dick in me. He started fucking me and after a few minutes began to grunt and pound me as he dropped his load in me. He unhooked me and I got out of the sling. He offered me the pipe again, which I didn’t refuse, and took some big hits before I left. When I went to the bathroom to clean up, I logged onto BBRTS since I knew I was going to still be high and horny when I left. I got dressed and headed out.

The latest... just in case anyone had any doubts about Trump's positions, his attitude toward various groups of Americans, or his intentions: https://apnews.com/article/trump-madison-square-garden-new-york-election-fcfe75be7f8281fde7bffa3adb3bba5d?utm_source=pocket-newtab-en-us

It should be safe, but you have to be the one comfortable with the decision to take undetect poz cum. I know for myself I like any cum, undetect or detect, neg, poz…I just crave cock and cum

I love doing that to the bottom I’m about to breed. I’ll have them get into 69 position and go down on my cock, their ass will be in my face and I’ll eat them out, taste the inside of their ass, get them nice and wet with spit and all the while my cock will be wicked hard, I swear I gain more than another half inch in length and girth when I’m rimming a sweet ass .

OK, sounds from what I hear like it is, plain and simple, faulty implementation. And likely intentionally faulty, due to probable skullduggery on the part of the parties. A FUNCTIONAL implementation would work something like what @BootmanLA suggests. Compare that with: #1 requires you to vote for candidates you don't want. #2 causes you (if voting a straight party line) to vote for candidates you may not want, nor even know anything about. Yeah, that's solid CRAP. But it's not because it's RCV, it's because the devil is in the details (in this case, literally). 😪

I was worried the the dam government blocked your site.

Love it, I'd have top tattoo biohazard on me. Neg but with that, looking at it each day wanting it... How many questionable loads would I now accept, how long until if wasn't fiction.

Sleazy cock hungry bareback guy is looking for as many loads to fill his holes as possible on Sunday 10th November for his initial porn movie for which he wants as many cocks and loads as is possible. The event is being filmed for porn (TIM style) but all tops will remain anonymous. Balaclavas/face coverings will be provided. If interested drop your reply and hopefully your load on the 10th November. Filming in Manchester, UK on Sunday 10 November 2024.

Going to the gay bathhouse for the first time in 2021. Had been wanting to let men cum in me raw for a long time, and I impulsively decided to let multiple guys cum in my ass that night. I’ve been a sleazy BB pig ever since. Raw cock and cum is addicting and I’ll never stop.

Getting Away – Part 6 Matt hears the music begin for the DJ Mardi Gras party. Matt heads towards the pool to find Paul and their stuff. Matt gets to the pool and sees their cooler next to a couple of the bears. He sits down, makes a drink, and asks if they’ve seen Paul. They say Paul left with a few guys about a half hour ago. They ask where Matt was and he says, “I met some new friends in the pool. We went to spend some time together.” They all laugh and one of the bears calls him a slut, but in a good-natured/envious tone. As Matt drinks his drink, he looks around and the pool area has mostly thinned out. Matt says, “This place is almost empty. Did everyone pair off to fuck?” One of the bears says, “Ha. Slut. No. Most of the guys are having dinner and getting ready for the party tonight.” Matt blushes a bit at his assumption that everyone was doing what he was doing. The guys say the party can get a bit wild and that some of their friends who have an RV set up close to the party usually have beer and a small bar. Matt asks if he can bring something and they say, “Bring whatever you and Paul want to drink and they’ll keep it for you.” The bears say, “Come by our campsite in a about an hour and we can head over together.” They clean up their area. The bears head back to their campsite. Matt carries the cooler back to the cabin. He sees a guy on their porch and says hi. The dude is smoking weed and is clearly high as fuck. Matt hears Paul say “I’m cumming” from inside the cabin. Matt smiles. He asks the dude on the porch, “What’s up?” The guy on the porch says, “I came already so I came out here to smoke some more while Paul fucks my friend.” High dude, speaking as much to himself as to Matt, continues, “Dude fucks bareback. No judgment, but damn. I got head from Jay while your dude was rearranging his ass. I love getting fucked and fucking but I only do it with condoms dude, ya know?” Matt just nods along. Jay and Paul come out. High dude offers the joint to them. Paul takes a puff, Jay takes a puff and Matt passes and the joint goes back to High dude. Paul introduces Matt to Jay who says, “Nice to meet you. I saw you in the pool earlier. You’re sexy. The guys I know say you are popular too.” Jay smiles and says, “Bottom to bottom. Don’t steal all the tops. We gotta get fucked too.” Matt laughs and says, “Sounds like you just got fucked.” Jay says, “Paul is a great fuck. I could do that again any time.” High dude says, “Jay you’re such a slutty cum dumpster man.” Paul says, “And he swallowed your load. Maybe show some gratitude.” Jay, Paul and Matt step away from High dude, clearly not liking what they are hearing. Jay apologetically says, “A lot of my friends think like this. I mean we all have sex right, but a bottom who has sex is somehow sluttier.” Matt says, “I feel that guys judge me more because I’m a bottom that likes to have sex.” Paul says, “I judge you both and rate you very highly.” Jay collects High Dude and heads out. As they are leaving Jay turns and says, “Hey can we keep this between us. I don’t want my friends to lecture me this weekend.” Paul says, “I never kiss and tell. Except Matt. He knows all.” Matt shrugs and says, “Secret is safe with me dude.” Matt and Paul go inside. Matt tells Paul the plan for liquor and the party. Paul finds a joint left behind by the guys. They go back on the porch to smoke it. Paul asks Matt if he had fun and Matt gives a few details. Paul shares a bit too. Matt tells Paul what the high dude said about fucking bareback. Paul says, “Yeah he caused a bit of a scene. For a dude that gets high, he was kind of an aggressive dick.” They finish the joint and head out, clean up, shower, and change for the party. Matt has changed into sneakers and some small blue shorts, the half shirt/jersey from earlier. Paul is in an open button down and shorts. Matt compliments Paul's shorts. Usually Paul wears cargo shorts, but tonight his shorts show off Paul’s nice thighs. Matt says, “Been a while since we’ve fucked huh? As much as these guys are fun. I miss our sex.” Paul grabs Matt’s hand and says, “Me too. I love how you love getting fucked. Later tonight maybe?” Matt says, “After the party? I want to dance.” Paul says, “Sounds good.” And almost as if this nice moment slips past the guys, Matt says, “But I don’t want to limit you tonight. You find some ass, go get it.” Paul chuckles and says, “You too.”

Had a decent night at Steamworks Chicago last night. Relaxed in the hot tub…best one of any bath I have been too. Did the rounds and sucked some cocks. Backed up on a fat uncut boy cock in the third floor glory hole booths. Got opened up nicely. Went downstairs and climbed aboard the sawhorse fuck bench, towel over my head. Only took a couple of minutes before a constant barrage of anonymous tops went to town on my hole. Got fucked by six different guys for about an hour. Got spit roasted for a time. One guy bred me and I dutifully cleaned his cock with my tongue and mouth. When it was over I could barely walk 😀 Had some more intermittent fun after that including a couple more fucks on that bench. The vibe became more bottom oriented and I only got one more load. Still a success because my hole got wrecked by over a dozen cocks.

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.

I’m currently on vacation, but as usual, I get horny as hell, so I hopped onto Sniffies and decided to look around. Bingo, I found a young horny, bisexual top who is waiting on his girlfriend to arrive from the airport. I felt guilty even going down this route, as I had taken myself off of prep due to other medical issues within the past couple weeks, but now I was horny I needed to be fucked like the bitch I am. We talked back-and-forth and he was nice enough to even send me a picture of his HIV result which was only two days ago and has said that he had not had sex with anyone else since, honestly, it made me rethink my decision a couple times, but in the end I knew I was gonna get his cum in my ass. The communication after that was fairly short, we agreed to meet in a handicap stall, so I walked and knocked on the door and he let me in. I dropped my pants, no words or exchanged, stuck my ass out, already lube with some silicone, and he then began rubbing his fat black cock up and down my horny ass. He did not care that I was not clean, and I didn’t care that he was fucking me raw. He pushed in slowly. I took a couple seconds to adjust as I slowly be out of rocking back-and-forth on his fat cock, we were both very quiet as we both understood get what getting caught with mean. He held my hips as he made me ride his cock. I spread my legs to get lower to match his thrust into Me. My face was pressed hard against the gray wall, and I remember feeling my own breath on my nose as I had this young stud fuck me mercilessly, he got deeper into me, and I held my cheeks open still with my face pressed against the wall. He seemed to enjoy this and then in a silence he started cumming inside of me while pushing as deep as he possibly could. He pulled out of me. He wiped off and left one after the next from the bathroom. About an hour later I’m back on Sniffies now I’m horny and desperate for cock and I really want more. I spoke to a couple of other guys, but they all seem to flake. Then stud number one came back online and asked if I was up for around two as he was still waiting for his girlfriend I agreed and we met into the bathroom one more time this time he was more aggressive– as soon as I got to the bathroom, keep pushing me right over the toilet pull my pants right down put some petroleum jelly on my ass and push right in, it’s still a little but has come from earlier to his cock and helped him to get inside of me deeply really quick. Started to fuck me like a mad man while holding his hand over my mouth tears in my eyes, but I was taking it because that’s what I was supposed to do. He pulled his cock completely out and then slide back several times causing me to lose my breath, but felt so good. He kept on fucking me as hard as he could, and then he started loading me once more this time he kept on fucking me he filled my ass. He waited until he was completely soft and pulled right out. I could instantly feel hot Semenoff running down my leg. Once more, we both wiped up, did not say a word to each other and then he left. Once more, we both wiped up, did not say a word to each other, and then he left The end.

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.

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.

Had a few raw times in high school, and some condomtimes too, then started using condoms in college, but always wanted to be raw still. One drunken night I let an even drunker bi friend breed me and I decided I never wanted a condom again, and have pretty much been bare since 2013. The newfound freedom of barebacking, even not on PrEP, made me want to try all sorts of new things: piss, bondage, outdoors, etc, so the last decade has just been me happily trying piggy fun things and enjoying it.

Chapter 8 “Fuck man, I can feel your hole getting hotter by the second!” Taron said, now casually sliding two fingers in and out of me in swift motions, trying to graze my prostate on every hit. Electricity shot through me and I couldn´t contain small shakes now and then. “Fuuuck…” I muttered. “Yep” Jamal answered, guiding my head back onto his cock. I latched onto it like I was starving and now it was his turn to gasp, which made me smile in bliss. I heard him using the pipe again, but he just blew the smoke down on me and this time, I barely noticed. I was in my own little world, savoring this cock in my mouth, lapping up his sweet precum and feeling two (or maybe even three by now?) fingers in my ass. When Taron added his tongue to the mix and licked the outside of my hole, I was shocked from the sensation for a second and Jamal used that by choking me head on his deck even more. In short: I was putty in their hands. Suddenly Taron withdrew his fingers and I would have protested, had I had the possibility, but my mouth was still occupied. So when something else demanded entrance to me, my eyes flew open. Was this the big moment? Jamal snickered over me. “Your pretty big eyes look shellshocked baby! Yes, now the time! You realized that, didn´t you? Time to get your ass impaled, too!” “Don´t you worry Jakey!”, Taron chimed in, ”Your ass is gonna love and we prepared it well. Just relax and let that dick slide inside where it belongs. Open up your sweet hole to let my cock make you feel really good, okay? Now, take a deep breath!” He handed Jamal a bottle of poppers, which Jamal quickly opened and held under my nose, his cock still half in my mouth. “Deep breath in each nostril!” he said in a commanding voice. That totally wasn´t necessary, as I wanted this cock in me as badly as never before, but also was afraid I couldn´t take it, even with all the stuff they had already given me. So I gladly inhaled the poppers of a brand unknown to me. When I let out the second breath and started to feel the typical heat and relaxing wave building up, Jamal commanded “Another one!” and I did as I was told. Then something unexpected happened: He put the poppers away and clamped my nose shut with his fingers while sliding his cock inside deeper, so I was unable to breathe out. Now, I was getting really fucking hot. And of course, even higher. But I had learned: While my first instinct was, to lift my hands up and push Jamal away, I suppressed that feeling and let it happen. It was no use anyway, would earn me even more problems and… fuck it felt nice. I was slightly loosing it, when I felt my ring giving in and the fucking biggest dick I´d ever had enter me. I squirmed and Jamal finally removed his hand from my nose, so I let out the fumes and got some fresh air, while Taron´s cockhead settled into its freshly conquered land. I almost blacked out from the overload and Jamal quickly grabbed me by my shoulders to support me. “Don´t you dare sliding away from one of our cocks baby. It´s very important to keep our cocks inside you, even when it´s hard sometimes, okay?” “Yes…” I mumbled around his cock, barely able to say something, while Taron pushed another inch himself into my hole. I gasped and when another wave of the high rolled over me, it turned into a sigh and I relaxed into their dicks, allowing them to use me to their delight, penetrating my body even further. “Fuck yes, that´s it sweety! Give me that hole!” Taron growled. He had been pretty quiet and trying to apply an even pressure, but now that about half his dick was inside of me, he withdrew some of it, to get better leverage to push even more inside on his next thrust. I couldn’t keep up with the events and just gave in completely now, letting those fuckers use me. Taron started to pound away at my hole, sinking his cock deeper with every thrust, penetrating me, where no one had ever been. At the same time, Jamal used my mouth in a quite similar way, but he had no problem sinking his cock into me as far as it would go. I was taken out of own little world, when Taron suddenly pushed his dick up inside of my hole to the hilt. Jamals withdrew his cock simultaneously (had they prepared this?), so I could at least breathe. I felt him hot my second hole and breach it, already prepared for this from the recent battering. Before I could say something, Taron pulled my body towards him and took my arms back, so I needed to steady myself against him. He pulled my arms behind my back and grabbed them with one hand, while he put his other arm around my upper body. “Feel that?” he hissed in my ear, when he let his cock pulse, deeply buried in my hole. “That´s now your only anchor, when I let you fall… But we´ll keep that for another time. Now, slowly stand up with me and let my cock guide you!” I tried to follow his command, but my legs struggled to comply, so his cock and arms painfully hoisted my up, as he stood up. He then pushed me through the flat, around the couch and into the hallway and then another room I hadn´t yet seen. Jamal was already there and the room glowed in a dim, red light. It contained a big bed, a sling and several boxes and shelves with gear and toys. But my eyes were drawn to Jamal, who was just sitting on the bed´s headboard, holding the glas pipe in one hand and stroking his cock with the other. He smiled when we entered. “You look good when you´re used as you should be!” “Thank you!” I answered, beaming at him. Jamal pushed me forward towards the bed and I crawled onto it to devour Jamals beautiful erect dick again. Before ich started slurping though, I asked “May I taste your cock again?” He flashed me another smile, saying “Fuck yeah Jakey! Go on and take it!” before Taron continued his assault on my hole.

Mine!

Chapter 7 And that´s what we did. Once for Taron again, once for Jamal. And my head was flying. Fuck was I high! I felt invincible enough to take on these two guys and their cocks! But something bothered me… “Guys, I think that was enough of that… smoke. I´m really high and I think it´s good like that… Okay?” I was looking at Jamal pleadingly, who was sitting before me on the sofa. I had just serviced his cock some more and he had told me to keep my hands on his feet, wrapped in those enigmatically white socks, so only my moth would touch his cock. I found that weird at first but… after a while, it turned out to be really fucking hot! It gave him even more control over me and I loved that after a while. He was treating my mouth well with his cock, which I was hyperaware of while it was gliding over my lips and… “Hmm okay Jakey, we can stop the smoking I guess. Right Taron?” Taron came up from working my hole with his tongue and a finger, relaxing me bit by bit for what would be the biggest treat my hole had ever had. “Sure thing! I´m sure you´ll take us, right baby?” “Yes… I mumbled, already licking Jamal´s cockhead again. I withdrew slightly. “Thanks guys. I Mean, you can go on of course, I just guess am not used to it and so…” Taron´s hand pushed my head from behind down on Jamal´s cock again. “Don´t you worry too much Jakey, we´re gonna take really good care of ourselves, each other and your sweet hole right here!” With that, he pushed a finger in to the knuckle and made me flinch around the cock in my mouth, but I made sure not to hurt it. Who knew what would happen then, I thought… I was just relieved, really, that they didn´t want to pump me full of more drugs. Right? “By the way Baby, you wouldn´t make us cover up, would you?” Taron asked casually, while working his finger in and out of my hole. “Cover up…? Oh, you mean condoms?” “Yeah, right… Wouldn´t that be a waste of intimacy? Our cocks sliding into your pussy, flesh on flesh. Not even to mention you wouldn´t get our cum into you!” I was a bit baffled. I actually had a condom with me. But it definitely wouldn´t fit these guys. “I mean… do you have some?” I asked, nervously. Having their cum in me probably would be really hot, but I just met them! And… what we were doing didn’t exactly prove to me that they were a safe crowd. Jamal interrupted “No baby, of course not! You have seen our cocks, they barely fit into any condom anyway. And an entry without a condom is so much smoother, it´s essential for us to being able to properly fuck a hole without hurting the poor owner. Just imagine the friction our cocks would cause on your sphincter with a rubber…” He was shaking his head with a sad expression. “We wouldn´t want to do that to anybody. Sex should be about pleasure, right?” he said, and was staring deeply into my eyes. “Yeah… I guess…” I answered meekly. I really wanted them, I couldn’t just leave here like that, but… Taron suddenly withdrew his finger and I was pulled out of my thoughts and yelped a little. Then I felt something small but hard slightly entering me and then something else… A liquid? “What are you doing?” “Just a little important work in helping you reach your full potential sweety…” Taron murmured. That´s when a burning started to form in my hole. “What the…?!” I tried to look back, but Jamal put his hands on my head and made sure I was looking at him. “Don´t worry baby, this will just help you relax your hole. Or something like that.” he added with an evil grin. “Anyway, to prepare you for the events about to come!” Taron snickered. How could this make me relax? Maybe it was some kind of numbing cream? It certainly doesn´t feel very relaxing right now, but maybe it needs some time to work, I thought. And well, I was at least right about that part! “Oh don´t you worry Baby! I see it in your eyes, you´re thinking so much again, right? Don´t. Just go with the flow! We made you feel really good so far, haven’t we? We gave you our wonderful cocks and you want to give us your beauftiful hole! It´s only natural! So we should do it. And since we know how to handle a sweet boy like you, we´re doing everything we need to, to ensure we´re all having a really good time, okay?” “I was looking up at him with wide eyes and nodded after a second. This was so fucked up, so kinky, nasty and risky, but it´s a fucksession I never dreamed of and I didn’t want it to end. “Okay?” Jamal said this time, more sternly. “Uh, yes!” I answered instinctively. “Good boy!” Jamal again caressed my head with his fingertips and I felt electricity shooting through me. “You´re feeling it, don´t you baby?” “Yes… I feel something… the burning is gone and it feels electric and good and…” I hesitated to go on, but then I figured that all modesty was lost here anyway. “It feels like my hole is empty!” Jamal grinned and threw Taron a gaze, who had rustled with his equipment behind me and now spoke up. “Good, that means, that it´s working! It makes a hole wonderfully hot! It´s gonna get a bit more intense even and then you´ll be ready…” he made a pause, while leaning down, his finger gracing the outside of my hole, while his head appeared beside my ear and he whispered the rest straight into it “…to take both of our big, black dicks after each other into that wonderful, sweet white hole. And you will feel amazing, stretched to your limits. And never wanting something else again than big cocks, pounding your pussy, making your whole body feel good with it and taking the cum they offer you as a reward, when you did your job well.” He withdrew and focused on my hole again, pushing first one and then two fingers in easily, a satisfied smirk on his lips. They didn´t even await a response from me. For them, everything was settled. They got me high, on my knees, naked, cages and booty bumped. And I didn´t offer any resistance anymore whatsoever.

This sounds like a night in the New Orleans bar Rawhide, when some guy bent me over a pool table and fucked me in front of everyone. I asked if he was wearing a condom. He said yes. When we were finished, I saw him washing his cock off in the bathroom, and asked if he wore a condom. He laughed and said we were in a bar named Rawhide, and he walked away...

It was Sunday night, and I was on my regular cruising tour in Berlin. I already took several loads in JAXX - a porn cinema. Most of them thru glory holes. Some I swallowed some were pumped in my ass. Still needing more, I ended up next door in SCHEUNE a rather sleazy sex club. I was 26 years old at that time and had gradually drifted from safe sex only to raw only. The only thing I was wearing were boots and some black jock-hotpants to give easy access to anybody who wanted to fuck me. I had a slim body with some muscles and almost no body hair. So, I was sucking an older guy that was sitting on a small brick wall bending over 90 degrees exposing my boy cunt. It didn't take long, and somebody slid his dick in my ass. I stopped my sucking and looked back. It was an older fat guy but his cock felt really good, so I turned back to the hard dick in front of me and continued to suck it. More and more guys joint and I felt multiple hands touching my almost naked body. Nobody said a thing. The only thing you could here was moaning and the slapping sound of fucking bodies. The guy that fucked me pulled his dick out and another guy took his place right away. Suddenly I heard some commotion nearby. Some mumbling and then a pretty loud voice. “Who needs a POZ load?” It became even more quiet as the guy continued to ramble. “I'm gonna give you my POZ babies!” Basically, everybody that came to SCHEUNE to have sex fucked raw including me. And most of the guys were probably POZ but I never heard anybody talking about it or even yelling it out. I let the dick that was all the way down my throat slide out again and looked around to see who was causing the commotion. It was a tall guy wearing black leather pants and a harness around his bare slightly hairy chest. On his left pec he had fairly large biohazard tattoo. So, I guess he wasn't just talk! The guy that was fucking me started to moan and shot his load into my guts and pulled out. The guy with the biohazard tattoo caught me staring at him and said: “I'm gonna POZ your little slut cunt!” He was absolutely right calling me as slut cunt, and I most likely have taken dozens of POZ cum loads already. So far though I never got infected with AIDS. I didn't move and was anxious to see if he would penetrate me. So far, I wasn't really chasing the gift. I just loved being fucked raw and take loads in my guts. When I started to let guys fuck me raw, I even avoided those who looked sick or very skinny. But soon I basically let anybody fuck me and give me their cum. The guy stared at me and unbuckled his pants. He presented a big hard dick covered with veins. He wore a cockring that was pushing his fat and firm balls forward. But best of all he had a fat PA piercing! A shiver went through my body when I said to him: “Please POZ me!” I felt like I just pulled the trigger handle of the guillotine. “Yeah bitch! You are gonna get it!” I spread my legs a little more and remained in that bend over position. The guy was standing right behind me and said: “Look at all that cum flowing out of your slutty boy cunt.” I felt the hard steel of the PA piercing pressing against my hole. “Nothing better than converting a young boy!” When he said converting, I felt doubts if I should really do this. I convinced myself with a couple of deep poppers hits. “Give it to me!”, I swallowed and added: “Give me your AIDS!” The crowd that was watching me being fucked by the other guy had disappeared. I guess they were intimidated by all that POZ talk. The guy grabbed my ass cheeks, spread them and pushed his fuck meat straight into me. I felt a sharp pain and tried to escape his penetration, but he grabbed my hips and held me tight. “Too late for second thoughts now, kid! Your little boy pussy is mine now!” The penetration pain subsided and turned into pure lust. I was so ready to knowingly take a POZ load. The guy pulled his dick out a little bit and said: “Look at that fat POZ meat in that little NEG hole!” He leaned forward and whispered in my ear: “Not NEG for long, though!” He let out a dirty laugh and started fucking me. His big fuck meat felt great, and I felt his massive PA piercing plowing my unprotected ass. I took a couple more hits of poppers which amplified that great sensation of being fucked raw. I moaned: “Please Sir. Fuck my slutty boy cunt!” He didn't answer and continued to fuck me with long slow strokes. “Give me your toxic cum!” The guy grabbed the poppers from my hand and took a couple of very long hits while he continued to plow my ass. He leaned forward again, returned the poppers and whispered: “I shoot cum like a horse they say.” His fucking intensified and I couldn't wait to take his POZ cum. “Please knock me up!” I noticed that some guys gathered around us again watching me getting POZed. First, they watched in silence but soon I heard them encouraging my fucker to bread me. The fucking got rougher and rougher. The guy put his left hand on my shoulder and his right on my belly. “Good boy! Get ready for my load now!”, he grunted. He rubbed my stomach and said: “I'm gonna flood that nice smooth belly with toxic POZ cum!” I hesitated a little but realized it is too late now anyway and answered: “Yeah! Please POZ my boy cunt!” The guy slammed his fuck meat balls deep into me and started to plant his POZ seed deep inside me. “Fuck! Yeah bitch! Take my AIDS load”, He yelled. I actually felt his cum spraying into my guts. The thought of getting inseminated with POZ cum took me over the edge. Just in time a pulled my rock-hard dick out of my shorts and shot my load against that little brick wall in front of me. He grabbed my hand by the wrist and led it to his shaft. “Feel it! Feel how it pulses the POZ cum into your little slut cunt!” I just gasped as I felt how his dick was contracting and expanding slightly pumping more and more sperm into me. He moved his still hard dick back and forth and grunted: “Let's spread that toxic seed all over your fuck canal.” I slowly came back to my senses while I felt the steel of his PA piercing plowing my cum filled pussy. Shit! What have I done?! I just knowingly took a POZ load in public. I could have pulled away from him and try to push out his lethal cum. But instead, I let him stay inside me creaming my guts with sperm. I looked around. There were four or five guys watching me getting impregnated. Two of them stroke their dicks. “In three or four weeks you can go around and knock up your little boyfriends.”, the guy said for everybody to hear. He finally pulled his fuck meat out of my tormented hole and pushed my bud cheeks firmly together. “You wanna keep that inside you as long as you can!” He put his dick into his leather pants and left. I went upstairs grabbed my clothes from the wardrobe and left. On my way home I touched my stomach imagining the toxic cum doing its work already. I promised myself that I would push all that sperm out as soon as I got home. As soon as I opened the door to my apartment I went straight to the bathroom. I took off my shirt looked at myself in the mirror. I looked at the toilet and took off my pants which left me just wearing those jock-shorts. The little Poppers bottle fell out of the pocket of my pants. I picked it up and took two deep hits. Right away I felt that great sensation and I thought about that POZ guy that fucked me so merciless. I put my middle finger in my sloppy fuck hole and held it under my nose. I inhaled that great cum smell as if I was sniffing Poppers. I licked the sperm off my finger and opened the drawer under the sink. On top of all the other sex toys lay my big black bud plug. I looked in the mirror and said to myself. “Fuck it! You know you want it!” It took some effort and some more poppers, but I pushed it in, and it sealed my cunt. I dropped into my bed and fell asleep right away.

I was browsing Grindr, not having much luck. I talked to multiple men, some I had met before, others I had not. None were accepting my offer of a hole to breed. Frustrated, I put my phone down and moved to my PC, planning on finding porn and using a toy for the evening. I started with bbrt, hoping for someone to take an interest. Signing in, my inbox was as good as useless; CumUnion and a non-starter "Oink!" message. Shifting my attention to the quick connect ads, I felt my eyes light up. "NEED LOOSE HOLE - HMU." I knew I had to message him, no matter the profile attached. I looked anyway. Clicking his profile name, I saw a man I couldn't resist. A muscle bear who enjoyed fisting and poz verbal. Same age as me, versatile and claimed a big dick, though had no dick pic. I didn't care about the lack of picture, as his being into fisting was enough, no matter his size. His face and body pictures showed an attractive man with great definition and plenty of body hair. I sent a message before I checked his entire profile, hoping I'd catch his attention and he'd want me. I was slim, stubbled and handsome. Not a twink, but not too far from the label. Tall, hairy and slightly muscled. Cub or otter, I couldn't say myself, but confident. While I waited for a reply, I continued looking at the man's profile. Very little detail apart from the fact that he was HIV positive. The line about poz verbal made more sense to me, then. I checked and rechecked his pictures, hoping he'd reply to the message I'd sent him. I checked the quick connect ad he'd posted a couple more times, along with my own profile and the message I'd sent him: "Loose hole looking." Had I been too direct? Should I have said "Hi" first? His reply came back within 15 minutes with an address and a phone number. I sent him a message, letting him know I was able to travel to him and I was still eager, that I'd set off to the address given within a few minutes. The man replied quickly, letting me know I'd be able to let myself in and that I should reply once I was outside his home and await instruction. I was already hard, but his message made my dick pulse. I got ready, ran down to my car and set off. The journey took me just over 30 minutes, when I check the time. I sent a fresh message to let my hook up know I was outside and awaiting his orders. I looked out my car window at the building. I was impressed, but surprised at the lack of security measures. No gates, open doors and apparently no one to challenge me just walking through the front door. My phone buzzed and I checked it immediately, excited for the meet I was about to have. "In the front door apt#2 on left door open strip inside come to bedroom listen for porn". My dick sprung up, I was ready for this. I got out of my car, walked to the front door, which was neither locked, nor manned and looked to the left. Apartment 2 was next to the main door and ajar. I walked towards it and pushed it open. Stepping inside, I closed it behind and began to strip. I slipped off my shoes, my jumper and t-shirt, followed by my jeans, socks and boxers. Stood naked in a stranger's hallway, I listened for the sound of porn. I could hear the sound of sex. Moans of a man in pleasure and a male voice talking to him, though I couldn't make out what was being said. I passed two doors and around a corner before I could see an open doorway and light projected on the wall in view. I could make out the voice, now. "You want my poz load? Fuck yeah. Take my dirty dick." Walking into the room, I saw the muscle bear in all his glory, sat on a wide, padded chair next to his bed. He was as handsome, muscular and hairy as his pictures showed. His legs were spread wide and his hand was working his hard dick, while he watched the pozzing porn on the screen behind me. I could barely believe my eyes, looking at his dick. He didn't lie, he was hung. Maybe not in length, but definitely in girth. I'd seen as long, but never as thick. "Get it wet, boy." He spoke to me, in a deep, sultry voice. I didn't wait to follow his instruction. I moved forward into the room, eyes glued to his member, and dropped to my knees in front of him. I leant forward and put my mouth over his head. My jaw was stretched and before I knew it, I had to wrap my lips around my teeth or I'd risk scratching him. "Good boy. You know how to treat a big dick, don't you?" He asked. I murmured assent, knowing he meant about my lips to avoid my teeth on his dick. I hadn't spoke a word to him, yet. That didn't matter, I knew I had to work his dick, or I'd regret it, despite his lack of threats. I felt his hands on the back of my head, gently pushing me down his shaft. I worked hard, bobbing back against the pressure he applied, getting my spit further and further down him, towards his balls. I cupped them, pulled at them softly and switched hands over again, hoping it'd be something he enjoyed. When I was allowed up for air, I gasped with strings of saliva connecting me back to his head. I used my hands to roll back his foreskin and spread my spit down to his balls. His dick glistened in the low light of the TV behind me. I spat on his dick and moved my mouth back onto him. "Fuck yes, boy. Dirty cunt," he said to me. I replied with a happy noise and continued my work. I was told I had to get him wet and so I would. "That's enough lube, get on the bed," I was told. Eyes watering, I did as I was told. I got off my knees, turned and climbed on his bed, taking my chance to look at the screen. It was a compilation video of pozzing scenes. I recognised most of them, they'd been around for years. "On your back, boy," I heard from behind me. I flipped myself over and raised my legs above my head, pulling my knees to my chest. I looked the man in charge in the eye and smiled at him. He smiled back. "Good boy," he said as he dropped to his knees. I felt his hands on my ass cheeks, spreading them apart, as he started to eat my hole. I moaned as he squeezed my cheeks and forced his tongue into my hole. "Fuck yes, Sir!" I shouted. I couldn't help myself. I was so turned on and he worked my hole so well. He pulled away to say "you like that, boy? You want that cunt worked open?" "Yes, please," I moaned back to him as he dove back between my cheeks. He stood back up and turned to his night stand. Picking up a brown bottle, he uncapped it, sniffed it, then offered it to me, before spitting directly down onto his dick and moving his hips forward. I took the bottle and sniffed like he did. I sniffed again, knowing the stretch I was about to feel with only spit. I felt his head at my hole, pushing forward. "Oh, god," I managed, as his thick member forced its way into me. I huffed the poppers again, trying to adjust before he fucked in earnest. "Oh fuck yes, good boy." "Thank you, Sir. You're so fucking thick, start slow please." I begged him. He was kind, he started slow. I huffed poppers as he slowly got me used to his girth and spat on his dick every few thrusts. Hearing the poz porn from the TV, and watching his body over me turned me on. I loved watching and feeling him spit on his dick while he was still inside me, getting me ready for what was to come. "You feel nice and loose now. You ready for my dick, boy?" He whispered into my ear. "Yes, please, sir. My hole's all yours, I'm ready for you," I replied to him, clinging to his body. My legs were wrapped around his waist and my arms around his torso. I could feel him starting to sweat, I was too. Our hair was starting to matt. He leaned back up, breaking my arms' grip. He spat in my face, to my delight. My dick pulsed and he chuckled, "Filthy cunt. Look at your dick. You've covered us both in pre-cum." I moaned back at him, as he thrust inside me, to the hilt. "Do you pre-cum?" I asked him. "Yeah I do. You like that? You like my poz pre-cum?" "Fuck yes, Sir!" I shouted back at him. "Give me more!" He laughed at me. "I knew you were a sleazy bottom. Are you on PreP, boy?" "No, Sir." I stated, still moaning around the words. "Good boy. You gonna take my loads tonight? I'm not on meds." "Yes, Sir. I want your toxic dick! I want your loads. Give it to me!" The verbal I'd been watching for years burst out of me. I'd always enjoyed it, but never knew I'd commit to it so wholeheartedly. "Fuck yes, boy. I was hoping you'd want my gift." He started to pound me and I started to moan like a bitch in heat. His dick stretched me out, giving me the sensation I'd enjoyed on toys and fists. I moved my hands over his body, enjoying the sweat dripping off him and encouraging him to fuck me harder, while I egged him on. "Breed me, infect me. Give me your poz load. Don't pull out, keep going. I want it, Sir, give it to me," I told him. "You're gonna get it. I'm gonna mark you, boy. Make you mine. Your cunt is mine now, you're mine. I'm gonna give you my poz strain." He whispered back. He fucked me hard, flipped me over and fucked harder. "You want it, boy? You sure you want my toxic load? Fucking say it!" "I want it, Sir. Give me your toxic load! I want you to infect me. I want your dirty dick inside me, Sir. I need it." I shouted back at him. His movements were getting more frantic. He was going to cum soon and I could feel my dick bouncing against me. I had to concentrate not to cum before he did, I didn't want to disappoint him. His rhythm was getting quicker and he started moaning. I encouraged him "that's it, keep going, cum inside me, don't pull out. Please breed me. I want it, poz me, Sir. Give me that toxic load." He moaned louder than he had and stopped moving for a second, before carrying on pumping. I could feel his thick dick pulsing inside my hole and I pushed back into him. I wanted every drop. I wanted his load inside me completely. Once he'd stopped thrusting, he chuckled one last time and pulled out. I clenched my hole down once I realised what he was doing and spun round to clean his dick. "Oh fuck, boy. Ah. Ah. Stop!" Pulling me off his dick he said, "I'm too sensitive after I cum. But that was hot, ass to mouth is hot. Now get back up on the bed. On your back. I'm gonna work that load in."

There was no way the Founding Fathers could have foreseen how social media would create potential presidents, from the idiocy of reality TV. This bizarre form of entertainment has placed many, usually totally unqualified & unsuitable, people into positions of great power & social indoctrination. Trump is the worst of these people because he has managed through his antics, his personal presentation (make up & hairstyles), his offensive characterisations, slanderous tweets of his opponents & his bullying, to attract a less educated, less politically savvy / aware & struggling to survive cohort. Trump has played very effectively on their naivety & personal circumstances. If elected he will undoubtedly be dragging the whole world into a conflict of worldwide proportions & destruction.

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That’s fact. The Republican plans are published. You seem ready to pitch “obese diabetics”, and I suppose you’d argue everyone with HIV, spina bifida, cerebral palsy, Crohn’s, everything else should just die and not burden society, which firmly places you in the literal Nazi camp.

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Trump will not do that. First of all he had gays in his previous administration. If Comrad K is elected it will be the end of this country as the founders intended in my opinion. Right now I am confident Trump will be elected. I pray for that every day.

Getting Away, Part 4 Matt and Paul leave lunch with the bears. Their campsite is in a wooded area and Matt and Paul don’t exactly remember which path they took from the pool. It doesn’t really matter since they know they are on the campground. In a few minutes, they step into a clearing near some RVs and get turned in the right direction. As the boys pass the RVs, they hear a cat call. They turn to see “July bottom” and his friends. Matt says, “Hey I saw these guys earlier and said hi. They started drinking hours ago. We are way under their level of drunkenness right now.” Paul’s smile slowly turns to a sly grin as he remembers the two twunks in this group who he met last night. Paul says, “Let’s go say hi.” Matt knowingly rolls his eyes but grabs Paul’s hand and pretends to pull a reluctant Paul over to the group. As they near the group, Paul squeezes Matt’s waist with one arm, pulls him close and says, “You’re the best. Let’s have some fun. See you back at the cabin.” It’s a good-looking group of about a dozen or so guys. Paul heads over to the twunks and Matt stops to speak with “July bottom” and his friends. Matt feels a bit underdressed. The guys take time to admire his chosen white speedo and loose tank top. “July bottom” runs his hand on Matt’s back just above his ass. Matt is a little surprised the guy is making a move so quickly. Paul comes over and hands Matt a drink. Matt asks what it is. Paul says, “Drink up. It’s just vodka on ice. The boys think we need to catch up.” Matt shrugs and takes a slug of vodka. Almost as if the gods heard Matt deflecting the comments about his outfit, the guys dance mix CD begins to play ‘Mr. Vain’ by Culture Beat. Matt laughs at the irony of the timing. He begins to dance and pulls Paul close. As they dance closely and feel each other’s bodies, Matt starts singing the lyrics….”Calling Mr. Vain…..I know what I want and I want it now. I want you cuz I’m Mr. Vain.” “July bottom” slides behind Matt and rubs up on the twink’s barely dressed figure. He, Matt and Paul grind on each other for a couple of minutes. When the song ends, they laugh and disentangle themselves. Matt returns to talking and drinking with the group. His solo cup of vodka is refilled once or twice. Matt notices one of the guys has a new Nokia phone. Matt says, “Wow that is really small. How do you like it? I haven’t decided whether to get a cellphone or not.” The guy says, “Reception sucks out here. But, a cellphone changes your life man.” “July bottom” says to Matt, “It’s 2000 Matt, you should really get a cellphone.” One of the other guys says, “You can get one in a color to match those hot speedos.” Matt realizes that he has caught up on the booze. He lets one of the guys examine his speedo closer. “July bottom” puts his hand on Matt’s lower back again. Matt feels the hand slip inside the speedo to feel Matt’s ass. Matt wants to see how far “July bottom” will go so he doesn’t move away or object. He feels the man’s fingers slide into his ass crack and touch his hole. Matt looks at “July bottom” and smiles. Even though Matt just got fucked about an hour ago, he asks “July bottom” which RV is his. “July bottom” replies, “That retro silver one. I try to rent that one to be near these guys when I come up. Want to see it?” Matt replies, “Definitely.” As Matt and “July bottom” climbs the steps into his trailer, he sees Paul and the twunks walking into the wooded area. When they enter the trailer, Matt can clearly see the bed at the end. “July bottom” casually shows Matt a few cool retro features. Matt feels “July bottom’s” hands on his hips slipping inside his speedo. Matt takes off his tank top as “July bottom” pushes off his speedo. Matt turns around, unzips “July bottom’s” shorts, they fall to the floor and takes out a nice 6” fat cock. He takes it in his mouth and starts sucking. Matt is sucking for a little bit, when “July bottom” pulls Matt up and says, “I want to eat your ass.” Matt bends over the counter and spreads his legs. “July bottom” sees a wet, well fucked hole. He asks, “Been fucked today?” Matt blushes but says yes. “Did Snake fuck you?” and Matt says yes. “July bottom” leans in and licks Matt’s ass. Then he sticks his tongue in Matt’s ass. Matt moans as the tongue enters his ass. “July bottom” stops eating Matt’s ass and smiles. Already knowing the answer but wanting to hear the twink say it out loud, “July bottom” asks, “I can taste him. Did he breed you?” Matt moans yes and the man goes back to eating Matt’s ass. The man moves Matt to his bed. Matt notices there isn’t a lot of room in the bedroom. But he does notice the box of condoms and the lube on a windowsill. Matt lies on his back as the man he only knows as “July bottom” kisses him. Matt can feel the man on top of him and spreads and lifts his legs, so his feet are on the bed on each side of the man. They are making out and Matt can taste himself and Snake’s cum in his mouth. “July bottom” lifts Matt’s legs and starts eating his ass again. As he does, Matt is stroking his own cock. After a few minutes, Matt starts to babble a bit. Matt knows he can take this guy’s cock and when he feels it on his hole as “July bottom” comes up for another kiss; Matt says “Please fuck me.” “July bottom” says, “In a minute.” He puts his cock directly on Matt’s hole and he feels the bottom pushing to take his cock. "July bottom" thinks this twink is easy. “July bottom” asks, “Do you have a condom?” Matt says, “No. Do you?” “July bottom” kisses Matt, pushes his bare cock head on Matt’s hole a bit harder and says, “Above your head. Condoms and lube.” Matt, as “July bottom” expected, doesn’t reach for either the condoms or the lube. “July bottom” asks, “Snake didn’t use a condom when he fucked you did he?” Matt says, “No.” “July bottom” pushes a bit harder against Matt’s hole and the whole head pops inside. Matt moans loudly mostly from built up anticipation. “July bottom” says, “Yeah. He didn’t use one when he fucked me either. That cock felt so good sliding in me bareback. I came as I rode his cock. Did you like it?” Matt says, “Yeah. It felt so good.” Like a reward for his honest and slutty answers, “July bottom” says, “Good Boy!” and slides more of his cock in Matt’s ass. Matt opens his legs wider hoping the other man would start fucking him, but “July bottom” asks another question instead, “Can I fuck you bareback?” Matt, lost in desire and realizing he is about to let another bareback bottom fuck him, moans loudly and says, “Yes you can fuck me bareback.” With that answer “July bottom” slides the rest of his cock into Matt’s ass. Matt feels the man’s balls against his ass and says, “Fuck me.” But “July bottom” has one more question, “Can I cum in your ass like Snake did?” Matt, desperate to get fucked now, looks up at “July bottom” and says, “Cum wherever you want.” And with that answer “July bottom” kisses Matt passionately and begins a slow fuck. The slow fuck speeds up as the two men find their rhythm. Matt is moaning loudly and saying, “fuck me” and “fuck my ass.” The guys outside can hear Matt and start to cheer a bit. A couple of guys sneak over to watch through the window as the twink gets fucked by their friend. One says to the other, “$10 bucks he got the twink to go bareback.” The other guy says, “No bet. The condoms are still on the windowsill right in front of us. That slut is taking it raw.” “July bottom” is speeding up now, grunting and sweating. Matt knows the man fucking him is close. He reaches down and grabs “July bottom’s” ass. Concentrating on the feelings in his cock, “July bottom” is lost in the fuck making his cock tingle until he feels Matt grab his ass. “July bottom” says “You want my load, don't you?” Matt says, “Fuck yeah. Give me your load." "July bottom" is so turned on that this twink wants his load. He speeds up and he cums hard in the twink with a roar. More cheering outside from his friends. The two guys at the window watching Matt take their friend’s load are no longer quiet and bang on the trailer near the window. “July bottom” says, “Fuck off” at his friends, pulls out of Matt’s ass and goes down on Matt's cock. Matt was already so close from his cock rubbing on “July bottom’s” hairy belly that he cums almost immediately at the new, wet sensation on his cock. "July bottom" swallows Matt's load.

part 3 When we got into Tom's car I started looking through all the apps and websites in search of any activity for us to start with. I looked on sniffies and saw there were quite a few groups around town advertising for some group fun and a few check-ins at the porn shops in town too. I told Tom about what I found and he said we would check them out but first he wanted to take me to meet a special friend first. My curiosity peaked at this and he wouldn't tell me he just kept saying it was going to be a surprise so I relented and just kept searching for more and more hookup opportunities. We kept driving for a little longer and we pulled up to a very nice modest house making me wonder again what we were doing. Tom parked in the driveway and proceeded to get out and I followed suit. We got to the door and Tom rang the doorbell and we waited. We didn't have to wait long and when the door opened up I was shocked to see a very beefy strong man answer the door completely naked and hard. He was an older man probably in his forties with tattoos covering every inch of his 7ft body, his rippling muscles accented his full tan and piercings in every part that a man would find super sexy. His 12 inch thick cock was pierced with a very large prince albert and there was a jacob's ladder leading down to a nice set of big balls. The curve in his shaft made the jacob's ladder look even more impressive and I had to rip my eyes away when Tom shook me to get my attention. I blushed as I looked up at this man and he smiled and asked me if I liked what I saw and I blushed a bit and told him he looked so sexy. He again smiled at me and winked making me blush more and he grabbed Tom by the waist and pulled him in for a sloppy kiss and ushered us both in. Once inside Tom and this man started to make out again and he proceeded to strip Tom right there in the doorway. Once Tom was naked we walked over to me and started to do the same to me and the feeling of his mouth on mine made me shake some with how soft his lips felt. When I was naked he stepped away again and Tom finally told me who he was and what we were planning on doing here. "Kyle I'm sure you can tell that Rob here and I know each other fairly well and I have kept him up to date on what you and I have been up to as well as your status now and we agreed that you needed more from the source that gave me the gift." I looked at him in shock switching again to look at Rob imagining in my head of Tom being fucked by this titan of a man and I almost lost it right there and we hadn't even done anything yet. I stood speechless for a moment more and then Tom told me more of what would be happening. "Rob here agreed to start our day with a group breeding session here at his house and you and I both are going to be the bottoms for over 50 poz guys so they can add their bugs to us to bring to college and pass along and afterwards we are going to let Rob here tattoo and pierce us both since he is a highly successful tattoo artist and piercer." Hearing this made my dick jump since I had never bottomed for so many guys before and it excited me to no end. I jumped into Rob's arms and started to make out with him like crazy and I felt his cock at its full hardness already start to poke and probe at my hole. Rob kept thrusting up and down, never missing a beat as he continued to shove his pierced tongue down my throat. Rob set me down and said he wanted to make sure the full party was here before he started to fuck. He took both of our hands and led us down into his basement. We started to hear the thumping of music as we descended down the stairs and we were met with applause after Rob opened the door and all in attendance saw us walking through the door. It took us a moment to adjust to the dimness of the room and when our eyes adjusted we looked and saw a full on sex area with so many naked and hard men ready to fuck. Everything you can imagine was in this basement from slings, fuck benches, st andrew's crosses and so many other things for fucking and we were going to be doing everything here. Rob turned the music down so he could address the crowd. "Alright you dirty fuckers here we go we have Tom and Kyle both here now and like I told you before these sexy young men want everything you can think of done to them and make sure that you all give them a load in their holes so they can make sure to spread it around with them when they both make it to college." After you shoot your first load in these boys you are free to use them again or to use anyone at the party but only after you shoot your first load in them so they get the full potency. "So without further interruption let's get this party going." The large crowd cheered as Rob turned the music back up and we were swarmed by the biggest fuck party I could ever imagine. We were both led to the sling area and lifted into them by many hands and strapped in. A screen was wheeled over to me and to Tom and I could see two cameras attached to the screen and the screen was split into two sides. I could see myself and I could see Tom on the other side so I knew they rolled over one where he was to. Rob walked up to me and told me he set this up so it could be streamed live for any dirty horny fucker who wanted to see this party and so I could see everyone fucking Tom as well. I thanked him for all of this and he gave me that amazing smile again and walked to the end of the sling telling me since Tom was his already POZ son from the start it was only fair for him to be the first one to add his strain in from the father source. I was salivating as I saw that Rob had changed the ring in his PA to one that had a rather large ball at the entrance of his piss slit and I looked at him and said for him to bring it on and make me his POZ son too. Rob lubed his cock up and lined the tip of it right at the entrance of my hole and I whimpered with excitement as a bottle of poppers was brought to my nose and I inhaled deeply a few times in each nostril and I was so warm and floating on the high. Rob told me to look up at the screen and I could see that Tom was about to start getting worked over too and he was looking right at the camera so he was eye with me and he told me he loved me and to have fun. I said it right back to him and right after the word fun was uttered Rob took that as his cue and slammed every inch of his thick ramrod into my suspended hole. As stretched as I was from all of the training I was able to skip the sensations of pain all together and I felt nothing but total bliss as this titan fucked me hard. The crowd of men all applauded seeing me take his schlong like a champion and kept cheering more and more to ampt up the both of us. While Rob was plowing my innards I looked and saw that Tom was receiving the same treatment on his end and I loved seeing him be a champ with getting fucked as much as I was too. More poppers were offered me to and I made sure I got a nice big dose making me flying on air again. Feeling Rob's large cock rubbing onto my prostate was getting me ready to blow my own load and I shouted that and he told me he was close too which made the crowd applauded and then someone grabbed a tube which looked like a penis pump and grabbed my cock quickly and inserted it into this tube. Once it was inserted the one who put it on showed me the end of the hose that attached to the tube and I saw a very large electronic butt plug. He rushed over behind Rob and inserted the plug into Rob and Rob saw my confusion and he told me he didn't want any of my load to go to waste so when any of these guys fuck me and make me cum they get my strain while I get theres. This made me smile and I could feel the suction and the pumping start from the tube. Rob fucked me harder and harder and In one final slam I could feel his cock swell and pain my insides with all the hot POZ cum that made my brother and essentially me become POZ. I was in pure ecstasy and my ass clamped down hard on his cock and I started to shoot what had to be the biggest load of my young life. I watched as best as I could so I could see my cum be sucked through the tube and be deposited into Rob's ass and I knew it was a success when Rob told me that the butt plug expanded and shot my load in him. I was breathing heavy and I looked back at the screen and saw my brother doing the same and I knew he got his first load of the day too. He saw me looking into the camera and we smiled at each other and shouted at the same time. WHO'S NEXT?

I emphatically encourage that you experience barebacking. There is nothing quite like the sensation of cum shooting in your hole. PREP, if used correctly, eliminates the fear of HIV. I used to 100% of the time use condoms. All it took was one raw load up in my hole to become 100% raw.

Mmm, deep💋

And, of course, remembering to put some dough in the "offering" plate every Sunday ... When I was in high school, had my first job, my dad (who was on a couple of the church boards) had the "pledge" discussion with me. I was treated to an oration of how crucial it was to The Lord that we pledge to give X amount every Sunday, so the institution could "plan" for "expenditures" etc, blah blah blah. I countered with something like "God will provide for whatever is needed, right?". NOOOO .... was the reply: it's your responsibility to maintain the (huge 19th Century paeon to Institutionalized Lutheranism) physical plant, the pastor needs a new car, blah blah blah. The intersection of what "The Lord" said and the real world, was definitely in conflict (this was well after the beating I caught for laughing at some inanity during the service), and since I was heading off to school shortly, I turned the tables on dad, using the same phrase he'd used on me a million times: "We'll see ..." No, I didn't "pledge" any amount. As I recall, I took the pledge envelope apart, and made a paper airplane .....

I had a two year relationship with a professional dominatrix. We met six times, although the first and last were meetings to talk with no sexual play. Of the other four: 1. Between the five guys and one trans woman she had arranged to gangbang me, plus some used condoms from other clients and a few loads of my own, I consumed 17 loads. 2. The second time, with just used condoms and a few I’d saved up, it was 25 loads. 3. The third time, just used condoms this time, it was 36. 4. The last time, all used condoms (frozen and thawed) it was 63 loads (my age in loads of cum) plus another five or six used condoms emptied on my face. I’m currently in negotiations with a female escort and an agency to set up and subsidize a gangbang / bukkake where I will do clean up afterwards.

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.

*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.

I was recently in Amsterdam again for business. Amsterdam is also one of my favorite cities for anonymous sex. On my way back to the train station I made my usual stop at Drake's Sex Shop where I paid the admission fee and climbed the steep staircase up to the video booths. It was late afternoon and eight booths appeared to be occupied as the indicator lights on and doors were locked. About six guys were milling around. I found a booth with a glory hole where the adjoining booth was occupied. Bending over, I peeked through the glory hole, seeing a hot, business man in his mid-40s, dressed in black slacks, white shirt and tie, who was stroking his large uncut dick as he gazed at the video screen. I stepped into the booth, locked the door and knelt at the glory hole, giving the signal through the hole that I wanted to suck. He immediately stood, and slid his seven inch rock hard cock through the hole. I took his cock head into my mouth and sucked on his very ample foreskin. He loved the attention I was paying to it. He was soon ramming his cock in and out of my mouth. I was taking his cock as far to the back of my throat as I could. Soon I could feel his cock swell and throb so I knew he was close. And sure enough, I almost immediately tasted his sweet cum filling my mouth. I think he probably was straight because, in a very straight fashion, no sooner had he cum than he immediately withdrew his cock from my mouth, tucked his cock away, zipped up and left. I'd like to think he was on his way home from work and stopped in for a quick bj before going home to the wife and kids. Within just a moment the door to the adjoining booth opened again and a guy in his mid 30's bent down to look into my booth. He saw my face on the other side, then stepped into the booth and locked the door. As he was unzipping and pulling out his dick, I positioned my mouth up to the hole. He immediately fed me his limp cock. Again, as with most Europeans, his cock was uncut. I again sucked on and worshiped his very ample foreskin. He cock quickly grew in my mouth. Once he reached full hardness, he started to fuck my mouth. The hole was large enough that he pushed his low hanging balls through the hole as well. I quickly sucked on both balls, rolling them around in my mouth. Then he pulled his balls from my mouth and again began to fuck my mouth with his cock for about five minutes, until he filled my mouth with his load. Once he had left, a young black stud entered the booth. He again peeked into my booth to see me on my knees, with my mouth to the hole. He entered the booth, locked the door and completely undressed himself. He was about six feet tall, 190 lbs, muscled, and probably in his late 20's. His nine inch, thick cock was already hard as he slid himself through the glory hole. I worshiped his cock head for awhile, licked up and down his shaft, and took as much of his bbc down my throat as I could. He was rock hard and I could taste a lot of precum oozing from his piss slit. I really wanted his cock in my ass. After about five or six minutes of cock sucking I stood up, pulled my pants to my ankles, spit on my fingers a few times and lubed my asshole with my spit. Then I turned, spreading my ass cheeks and presented my ass at the glory hole. I heard him spit and felt him smear my hole with more spit. Then I felt his hard cock head press against my hole. I took a deep sniff of my poppers as I felt his bbc begin to slide up into me. His cock was so long and thick, that I had to just keep breathing in the poppers, so that I could accommodate his big cock, but soon he was all the way into me and began to fuck. His fuck was long, deep and slow for a few minutes, then as I felt his cock swell to even more thickness and hardness, he began to fuck me faster. This young, black, hottie was really pounding deeply into me, slamming against the wall which separated us. Finally, above the sound of the loud music, groans and grunts of all the porn showing in the booths, I could hear his groans above the background noise as he slammed as deep into my ass, unloading a sweet load deep into my body. I clamped my ass muscles around his throbbing cock as he shot volley after volley of cum into me. As soon as I could feel him withdrawing his cock from my hole I pulled off him, turned and got back on my knees, with my face to the glory hole. He pushed his cum-covered cock to my lips and I sucked and licked his slowly softening cock clean. My lips squeezed every last drop of his salty yet bitter cum out of his balls. I can honestly say loved every drop that I cleaned off his cock. Once we were done, I tried to dress quickly as I wanted to give him my email address in the hopes he would fuck me again. We both exited our booths at the same time. "Hello", I said, adding "That was an awesome fuck. I get here to Amsterdam a lot. I'd love to have you fuck me again." "Fuck, yeah", he replied. Pulling a piece of paper and pen from my pocket, I wrote my name and email address on the paper and handed it to him. "Write me. I'll send you my Amsterdam schedule for next month. Let's fuck." By the time I got back to my hotel he had written me. I now have his email address and plan to get together with him again. He can fuck me anytime.

I have drank eight loads at one time. Saved them up on a trip to an ABS. Warmed it up and drank it down.

Hell, YES! I figured that out. I am just a hole! They don't even have to acknowledge me, just push their dicks at me, and I shall make them cum. I am not a person. I am a hole for cum.

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.

SHACKLED AND SHAVED (Part 3) Brandon lay on the bed, blind. He heard the door close, so he guessed that Mitch had left the room. He thought briefly about removing the blindfold but remembered that there were a couple of security cameras in the room. He figured it would be best not to disobey Mitch. The eighteen-year-old’s young mind was in turmoil. He wondered if Mitch was right. Was he really meant to be a submissive slut? Mitch was right that he was a pretentious asshole to most people. He took advantage of everyone he could, always trying to manipulate them into doing what he wanted, but never just coming out and asking for things directly. He often even treated his boyfriend Aiden badly, trying to see how much Aiden would put up with before standing up for himself. Was it because deep down he wanted to finally push someone so far that they would push back and put him in his place? Brandon’s introspection was cut short when loud pulsing trance music suddenly filled the room. Instinctively he tried to look around, forgetting that he was blindfolded. He wasn’t sure how long he lay on the bed listening to the music. The music seemed to be a continuous mix of several songs flowing into one another and then back again. Eventually he felt his body getting warm and tingling. His skin was sensitive and the feel of the smooth sheet on his back became more intense. Brandon had done Ecstasy a few times before while partying in high school, so recognized its effects. As the drug kicked in, Brandon started rubbing his hands over his body in time to the music, enjoying the sensation of being touched. His left hand strayed down to his dick, which had softened while he had been thinking. The hood was back up covering the head, but the shaft was still a little plump. He ran his fingers through his small patch of pubic hair, then over his dick, and fondled his small fuzzy balls. “You don’t get to play with yourself without permission Boy,” yelled Mitch into his ear as he grabbed the boy’s hand and pulled it off his genitals, “I guess you need some help controlling yourself.” A pair of hands slipped under his shoulders and pushed his back up off the bed. Once he was in a sitting position, Brandon felt Mitch’s muscular arms slide under his own arms and wrap around his chest from behind. The slim boy was easily lifted up off the mattress, swung around and set back down a couple feet away on his feet. The volume of the music decreased to a level where voices would still be heard over it. “Stand on your feet Boy,” said Mitch from behind him. The muscular arms slid out from around his chest and then down his arms. Large strong hands grabbed the boy’s smaller hands and raised them up over his head. Mitch’s fingers intertwined with his and Brandon felt the man’s hairy chest press up against his back. A scratchy beard brushed against his neck and he felt the man’s hot breath blowing into his ear. The E was really starting to kick in and Brandon could not resist swaying to the music and grinding his ass back against the large leather clad bulge that was pressing into his lower back. As he started to lose himself to the music, the drug, and the feeling of rubbing back against a man that was taking control of him, he felt cold metal pressed against his wrists. The next thing Brandon knew, Mitch stepped away from him, but his arms and hands remained raised above his head, held in place by shackles attached to the ceiling. “You can continue to dance Boy. Show off that hot naked little body of yours. It pleases me to see you embracing your sexuality,” said Mitch from behind him, but still close to his ear. *** After Mitch had left the room, he had turned on the sound system and keyed in a trance mix on his smart phone that was synced to the basements sounds system. He nodded at Dustin, who was waiting in the main playroom outside Brandon’s ‘cell’, which also doubled as the wet room for piss play. Dustin sprung into action and started moving all the supplies that Mitch had prepared into Brandon’s cell, along with two bright directional lights and a video camera mounted on a tripod. He adjusted the camera so that it would have an unobstructed view of the bed and an area next to the bed where Mitch indicated. Dustin was thirty years old, but still very much a twink. He was 5’10” and weighed about 130 pounds. He had short light brown hair and almost no body hair. Mitch had met Dustin about ten years ago through Rentboy. Dustin had already been poz by the time he met Mitch, so Dustin had never fully been Mitch’s Boy in the way Mitch intended to possess Brandon. Still, Dustin was one of Mitch’s regular slave boy fuck buddies. Dustin really got off on Age Play and liked to pretend he was underage if he was in the submissive role, or if he and Mitch were playing with a younger twink, Dustin liked to roleplay as an older brother. Dustin also happened to be deaf, which was useful in situations such as this since Mitch and Dustin could communicate through sign language as Mitch had made a point of learning the language after meeting Dustin. After Dustin had all the supplies set up in the room, Mitch returned and stood over Brandon watching the blindfolded boy lying on the mattress. The boy was definitely starting to feel the effects of the E and was well on his way to starting his trip. When Mitch saw Brandon start playing with his cock and balls, he signed to Dustin, “Get the shackles ready, I’m going to stand him up.” “Yes Daddy,” signed back Dustin then got the wrist shackles out and used a safety release snap to attach them to an eyebolt in the ceiling. Once Mitch had Brandon’s hands up over his head, Dustin quickly and expertly attached the shackles to the new boy’s wrists then adjusted the chains to make sure they kept Brandon’s arms stretched up. As Mitch was whispering into Brandon’s ear, Dustin picked up the leg shackles and stood in front of Brandon anticipating the next order from Mitch. Brandon did as Mitch suggested and continued enjoying his E trip by dancing to the pulsing hypnotic music. He pulled lightly against the shackles while he gyrated his hips and rolled his torso. He enjoyed the slight sting as the shackles dug into his wrists. Mitch smiled as he saw how much Brandon was enjoying displaying himself and showing off. Once he was sure the Boy was completely engaged in his trip, he hit pause on his phone to silence the music. “Okay, Boy, stop dancing and stand still,” he ordered Brandon. Brandon was disappointed and didn’t want to stop at first, but reluctantly did. Mitch walked over to where Dustin had laid out several floggers and straps and picked up a split leather strap. He walked back and smacked it twice across Brandon’s white ass, causing a bright red strip to quickly develop, “Aren’t you forgetting something Boy?” “Yes Sir. Sorry Sir,” said Brandon as the sting of the strap reminded him that he had not acknowledged Mitch’s order. “Good Boy. Every time you forget to call me Sir, Daddy, or Master, when you should, you will get spanked. The implement may vary but you will get spanked. Also each time you fail in this most simple of tasks, the punishment will double. So this time you got two since this was your second offense. Next time it will be four, then eight, then sixteen, and so on. Do you understand?” asked Mitch. “Yes Sir,” answered Brandon. “Good, now again, stand still,” ordered Mitch. “Yes Sir,” responded Brandon as he stood upright. Mitch stepped up behind Brandon and used his booted foot to slide Brandon’s legs apart until they were the desired distance apart. Then Mitch stepped back and nodded to Dustin, who quickly and expertly secured the ankle shackles to the walls and attached them to Brandon’s ankles. Dustin then picked up an electric hair trimmer from where the supplies were laid out and again stood ready in front of Brandon for the next order from Mitch. “Okay Boy, I’m going to be removing all your body hair, first getting the longer hairs with a trimmer and then shaving your entire body from the neck down. So, unless you want to get cut up a lot, you will remain still, especially in the area where you feel the shaving being done. While you are being shaved, I will be asking you some questions. You will answer me as best you can. Feel free to elaborate and tell me as much as you can about the topic of the question. Some of the questions may be difficult, its okay if you don’t know an answer or ramble on, but you will not lie to me. Do you understand?” asked Mitch. “Yes Sir,” answered Brandon, more concerned about the questions than the shaving. He and Aiden had shaved each other before. It was not something they bothered to do all the time, but they had enjoyed rubbing their naked hairless bodies against each other. Mitch nodded to Dustin, who immediately clicked on the trimmer and started to work on Brandon’s arms, starting at the top and working down the stretched out boy. “Have you been fucked before Boy?” asked Mitch. “Yes Sir. I’ve let Aiden fuck me a couple times. He really doesn’t enjoy fucking me and has trouble staying hard when he fucks me, Sir” answered Brandon. “So then you mainly fuck him when you have sex?” asked Mitch. “If we are fucking Sir, then yes. But most of the time we have sex we just exchange blow jobs or jack each other off, Sir,” answered Brandon. “Do you use condoms when you fuck?” asked Mitch. “Yes Sir. Both Aiden and I always practice safe sex, Sir,” said Brandon. “So you’ve never felt a bare cock up your ass?” asked Mitch. “No Sir, I’d never let anyone fuck me without a condom,” said Brandon adamantly. Mitch motioned to Dustin to step back, then delivered four swats to Brandon’s ass, “You forgot to say Sir.” Brandon cried out in pain and struggled against his the chains as he tried to turn his ass away from the blows. “Sorry Sir,” he finally responded after he had recovered the shock and pain of the strap. Once Brandon was settled back down, Mitch again nodded and Dustin resumed trimming Brandon’s body hair down to where it would be easy to shave. “Have you had sex with anyone besides Aiden?” asked Mitch. “No, but I’ve wanted to Sir,” said Brandon. The E was making it easier to admit his secret desires. “Why didn’t you then?” asked Mitch. Brandon hung his still blindfolded head, “Cause I was scared, Sir.” Brandon shivered and Dustin reacted quickly to keep from chopping the boy’s soft skin with the clippers. Just as Mitch was about to ask a follow up question, Brandon answered it, “I was scared people would think I was a slut, Sir.” Mitch stepped behind the shaking twink and wrapped his arms around him, giving him a hug. Dustin had not been paying as close attention to Mitch as he should have been and it took him a second to stop trimming Brandon’s hair when Mitch wrapped the boy up in a hug. Mitch spoke softly into Brandon’s ear, “Do not ever think there is anything wrong with being a slut. It is what you were born to be. Anyone that thinks less of you for being yourself isn’t anyone whose opinion matters.” Brandon pressed his body back against Mitch’s. Being hugged on E felt so good to him, and the man’s words were what he needed to hear. He was also so high that he did not even wonder how his legs were still being run over with a set of clippers when Mitch first hugged him. Mitch released Brandon and stepped back around to the front. “Have you and Aiden ever done anything kinky before like bondage, spanking, or piss play?” asked Mitch as Dustin resumed using the clippers on the boy’s legs. “No, Sir, but I have watched some bondage and spanking porn on the internet a few times, Sir,” answered Brandon slightly embarrassed to be admitting that. “What drugs have you done so far?” asked Mitch. Brandon took a minute to think then answered honestly, “Pot, E, whip-its, cough syrup or dexing, and Oxy, Sir.” He tensed as he expected Mitch would be angry at him for all the drugs he had tried and would punish him, but no blows were forthcoming. “Good, at least you are adventurous in one aspect of your life,” said Mitch. Dustin had finished removing all the longer hairs from the boy’s arms, arm pits, chest, pubic area, and legs, so he turned off the trimmer and started preparing the shaving cream and higher end disposable razors for the next task, while Mitch began running his hands over Brandon’s body. He started at the top, lightly stroking the boy’s body all the way from his hands, which were shackled above his head, to the boy’s shackled feet. As Dustin got busy shaving off the last remaining bits of hair, Mitch continued questioning Brandon. Mitch was able to get Brandon to admit that he was attracted to older men and that he did not flirt with them only to get booze, but also because it excited him when older men lusted after him. He had always been too scared though to go beyond flirting, again scared that people would think less of him. Once Dustin had finished shaving all the body hair off of Brandon, he wiped the boy down with a wet cloth then stepped back and waited for further instructions. Mitch inspected Brandon’s hairless body. The eighteen-year-old twink looked even younger once he was completely hairless from the neck down. The boy’s hairless cock was soft, mainly due to the effects of the E, and was so small that Brandon looked like he might not have started puberty yet. “Do you need to take your morning piss Boy?” asked Mitch as lightly stroked the boy’s smooth chest and teased the small dime sized pink nipples. Brandon nodded vigorously as he answered, “Yes Sir!” “Are you thirsty too?” asked Mitch. “Yes Sir!” answered Brandon. Mitch pointed to the large bottle that was on the floor next to the shaving supplies. Dustin quickly retrieved the bottle and held it under Brandon’s small cock. Mitch nodded and pointed to Brandon’s tiny cocklet. Dustin grabbed the boy’s cock, pulled back the foreskin and held the bottle in position to collect the boy’s piss. Mitch stroked Brandon’s hair as he said, “Okay Boy, go ahead and piss. It’s okay.” “Yes sir,” said Brandon as he relaxed and started releasing his morning piss. Dustin directed the boy’s piss into the bottle. Once Brandon had drained his bladder, the bottle was nearly full. Dustin shook the last few drops of piss out of the boy’s cock then handed the bottle to Mitch. “Good Boy,” said Mitch. He then grabbed a fistful of Brandon’s sweaty blond hair and pulled the boy’s head back. “Now open your mouth,” he ordered. Brandon was not so far gone on the E that he didn’t realize what was about to happen. He briefly thought about protesting or trying to resist, but he knew he was shackled by his wrists and ankles in a cell and completely at the mercy of Mitch. So he scrunched up his face and reluctantly opened his mouth. Mitch’s hand released its grip on his hair. Brandon waited for the piss, but instead his freshly shaven ass was assaulted by the strap. Eight sharp blows set his ass on fire. “Now, let’s try this again. Open your mouth Boy,” said Mitch. “Yes Sir,” said Brandon, upset at himself for having screwed that up again. He opened his mouth. He felt the rim of a plastic bottle press against his lips, a moment later, his own hot piss started to pour into his mouth. While he had never fantasized about or been particularly interested in golden showers or piss play, it did not completely freak him out. He found that the taste wasn’t repulsive and that he could handle it. When his mouth was full he gulped it down, but Mitch tilted the bottle and pour some more out while he swallowed so the piss ran down his chin and onto his body. Brandon figured he would get punished for spilling any of the piss so he quickly opened his mouth and gulped down another mouthful. He ended up downing three full mouthfuls and had a considerable amount of piss spill down his face, chest, stomach, crotch and legs before the bottle was empty. “Good Boy,” said Mitch as he handed the bottle to Dustin then moved behind Brandon and again started stroking the boy’s body, giving the tripping boy the physical stimulation he was craving. Brandon couldn’t help himself and pressed his body back against the older man. He moved his hips back and forth, rubbing his ass against the large leather bulge he felt behind him. Mitch ran one hand down Brandon’s smooth chest and taunt stomach. He ran his fingers over the boy’s freshly shaven pubic area. Brandon moaned in pleasure. Mitch used one finger and his thumb to stroke the boy’s small flaccid penis. Despite the effects of the E, Brandon’s cock quickly grew hard. “Despite a few slip ups, you’ve been a good Boy. Now you get a reward. You better enjoy this, cause its the last time that little cock of yours is going to give you pleasure for a long time,” said Mitch as he jacked the boy’s little uncut cock. Brandon rubbed his back against Mitch’s hairy chest and his ass against the man’s leather clad cock as Mitch masturbated him. The stimulation and the hour of having his body teased quickly brought Brandon to the brink of orgasm. Mitch was experienced enough to recognize the signs of Brandon’s approaching orgasm. When he knew the boy was about to come, he nodded to Dustin. Dustin got on his knees in front of Brandon and took the boy’s cock into his mouth. Mitch removed his hand from the boy’s cock as Dustin started to suck him and then used both hands to play with the boy’s dime-sized pink nipples. Brandon moaned in pleasure from all he stimulation and his impending orgasm. Just as he started shooting his cum into the mouth sucking his dick, it occurred to him that it was impossible for Mitch to be sucking him, while standing behind him. “Yeah, shoot that cum boy. Feed your load to new big brother. He’s hungry for it. He can’t get enough cum. Soon you will be just like him, hungry for cum and accepting any and every load you can get inside you,” said Mitch into Brandon’s ear as the boy’s orgasm overwhelmed him. Brandon cried out as he started cumming into Dustin’s mouth. It was one of the most powerful orgasms he had ever had. His legs shook and he lost his footing, cause his weight to transfer to his wrists and shoulders. He dangled from his shackled wrists as pain shot through his arms. Dustin easily swallowed the teen’s thin watery cum then sat back on his ankles and signed, “Thank you, Daddy.” Mitch gave the deaf prostitute a smile and nod of acknowledgment, then ordered him to go get the bondage chair from the other room. As Dustin went to get the chair, Mitch wrapped one arm around Brandon’s chest and lifted him back up to his feet and held him there as he used his other hand to release the chain holding the shackles to the ceiling. Dustin returned with the chair, and Mitch deposited Brandon into the chair then instructed Dustin to secure Brandon to it with rope. Mitch watched Dustin’s work closely and gave him tips and advice on his knots and rope placement, furthering the training of the thirty-year old switch. Once Brandon was secured to the chair, Mitch got a metal chastity cock sheath from the supplies. He slipped the ring around the base of the boy’s cock and forced the boy’s small balls through the metal ring. Then he put the metal tube over the boy’s deflated cock and locked it to the ring. It fit perfectly and would be extremely difficult for Brandon to remove. Mitch had taken the opportunity to size the boy’s genitals a week earlier on one of the many nights Brandon came home drunk and passed out. “There, now you will be able to learn to focus on your ass. You’re sexual gratification needs to come from using your ass and mouth to please real men,” said Mitch. After the chastity device was in place, Mitch removed the blindfold. Brandon remained blinded for a few moments as his eyes adjusted from the total dark of the blindfold to the bright lights for the video camera. He started to panic when he realized that everything that had happened had been video recorded. Mitch walked up behind Brandon and stroked the boy’s hair as he shushed him. “You need to get used to being on display Boy. I’m making a nice preview tape to show you off to my friends, to wet their appetite for when you are ready to make multiple loads from all comers. You’ll have men lining up to fuck your ass and shoot their cum up into you. Each one wishing he was the one that got to impregnate you. You will be covered in cum, with it dripping out of your ass, and you will love every minute of it. Now are you ready to see how a real slut boy behaves?” asked Mitch. Before Brandon could even reply, Mitch’s hands and fingers were giving Dustin his next orders, “Okay Boy, time to show your little brother how to Party.”

New Years Eve (Part 2) I was glad to see that he was checking me out, too. He asked me about the butt plug harness, and I told him that I had just come from another sex club, and that I had at least 9 loads of cum in my hole. He said that he could take care of that, and told me to follow him to one of the club’s play spaces where there were wide, padded benches lining the walls. He ordered the boy to get down on his knees, behind me, while I unbuckled my butt plug harness and eased the butt plug out of my hole. Right away, I could feel cum starting to leak out. That’s when he pushed the boys face up against my ass, and ordered him to shove his tongue in and out of my hole and to start sucking. I could hear the boy gulping down mouthfuls of cum, and I moaned loudly each time he fucked his tongue in and out of my hole. He asked me if I was ready to get fucked, and I told him that, first, I had a big load of chem piss that I needed to get rid of. He saw a couple of empty water bottles on the floor, so he told the boy to pick them up and hand one of them to me. I quickly filled one bottle and about half of the second bottle with my potent chem piss. He handed the half filled bottle to the boy and told him to drink it. Having learned to follow orders, the boy guzzled it right down. Then, he handed the full bottle to me. No problem. I had drunk plenty of chem piss before, and I wanted to show him that I was good at being submissive, so down it went. I knew it would be about a half hour before it kicked in, and I was sure that he knew it too. He took a small metal box out of his pocket, and showed me the large vitamin capsules inside. I was sure that they didn’t contain vitamins. He looked at me and asked me if I wanted one or two for a booty bump. Before I could answer, he held three of the large capsules in his hand. He ordered the boy to rub some gun-oil on my opening, then push the large capsules inside. He told me to put my butt plug back in, which shoved the capsules farther inside of me. Next, he told me to get on my knees, in front of him, while he unsnapped his huge codpiece pouch, and handed it to the boy. I’ve seen some big cocks before, but this guy was incredible. I went right to work sucking his circumcised cock. A few times, he grabbed my head in both of his hands and skull fucked me, until his cock was too big for me to get it into my mouth. He said that we’d see if my ass could do a better job than my mouth. He told me to stand up and plant one foot up on the bench. Then, he ordered the boy to rub some gun-oil on his huge cock, and he told me to remove the butt plug. As he pushed into me, he said that he was going to fuck those meth-caps deep into my guts where they would dissolve faster. I was glad he fucked me slowly at first, letting me try to get used to the length as well as the immense girth of his cock, stretching my hole. He said that he could feel his cock head hitting the three meth-caps, and he grinned as he pushed them farther and farther inside with each stroke, until I could feel a mild burning sensation all the way inside my inner ring. To make them dissolve even faster, he shot a short stream of piss into me while his cock head was jammed up against my inner ring. I was already feeling high from the 20 hits I had taken when I was in my car, and the water bottle full of my own chem piss that he had told me to drink, had kicked in. I knew that the meth-caps had dissolved because I could feel my heart pounding really hard, and I felt a rush traveling from my ass, up through my chest, and into my head. He said that maybe I needed to lie down. He led me through the club and got me into the only available sling so that my ass was a few inches beyond the end of the sling. He ordered the boy to get me a bottle of water. It was plain water, this time, and he told me to drink it. Almost instantly, I felt a lot better, and my tweaking butt hole was begging for cock. I instinctively raised my legs and rested my feet in the stirrups, which spread my legs, and exposed my hole. I really get off on having a group of guys watch me get fucked, and quite a few had gathered around. To my surprise, I looked over to one side, and I saw him with his boy leaning against the wall. As he gave me a nod to let me know that he had everything under control, I felt a good sized cock in my hole, fucking me hard, his thighs slapping my ass with every stroke, until he blew his load. As soon as he pulled out his cock, I got fucked by another and another, not even thinking to keep count of how many there were. When it looked like every cock that wanted to fuck me was drained, he ordered the boy to bury his face in my ass, and suck all the loads of cum out of me, just as he had done earlier, tonguing my hole, and sucking and swallowing all of it. When he was finished, the boy looked over to the side for further instructions. He used the leash to pull the boy over to him, where he ordered the boy to lube his cock with more of the gun-oil. My hole kept twitching as I stared at his cock. I needed that horse cock fucking me. He stood at the end of the sling and teased my hole with the head of his cock, driving me wild, as I saw his cock growing thicker and longer. While he repeatedly pushed his cock head against my hole, he asked me if I was a cock-whore. He asked me if I was a meth-whore. He already knew the answers. He just wanted to make me say it. Then, he shoved into me, going deeper and deeper with each thrust, until his cock head was hitting my inner ring almost every time, making me stiffen and clamp my hole even tighter around his cock. I was surprised at his stamina, being able to fuck me continuously, for a long time without cumming. When he was ready to shoot his load, he pulled his cock out of me and told me to turn my head to one side, where he mashed his huge cock head against my lips. He told me to suck on his cock and to rub my tongue hard along the underside of his cock head, which made him groan loudly and breathe faster. The first jet of cum blasted into the back of my throat, and, before I could swallow all of it, five more jets, just as big, followed, so that all I could concentrate on was swallowing as fast as I could. I thought he was finished, but he kept alternating between grinning and jerking, each time his balls pumped still more and more cum across my tongue and down my throat. Up at the clothes check counter, he picked up a card and told me to write my phone number and my email address on it, so he could contact me whenever he felt like it. Usually, I’m very reluctant to give out my personal information, but, with him, I just handed it over without even thinking about it.