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This Straight athlete from the nearby Christian College went out with his friends hoping to get laid, but got frustrated instead by the uptight Christian girls looking for the MRS degrees. He wanted to come over. We had been talking awhile. He had been curious since he was younger and he jacked off with an older dude in the gym shower. So, I convinced him to ditch his buddies and come over to my place and finally take the next step. So I left the door open for him to just walk in, get naked and get in bed ass up. I started with burying my tongue into that firm ass. I rimmed that perfect ass till spit was dripping across his balls and down his dick. Mixing with the leaking pre cum. I stroked his slippery dick he cluing on it at times or I’d lick his balls. Back to that sweet virgin hole. He was pushing back to get my tongue deeper. Using his pre cum I got a finger all wet and slid it in his wet hole. He moaned and thrusted back. He was comfortable with one finger. So I added another finger as I lubed up a third and his cock was rock hard and taking it all. You want more. “Hmmmm” he replied. After playing with his hole and dick for nearly an hour I was rock hard. I put the head of my poz cock against his hole. Pulling his ass back I slowly watch him take my death cock. I was balls deep in his virgin ass. The first cock in that straight hole was my death stinger. He loved it. He was smashing back enjoying the feeling of his tight getting used. I was close to cumming, fucking that hole. Just as my cock swelled. Ready to poz that hole. He pulled forward and shot his big load all my bed. As I filled his hole with my poz cum. Pink cum dripped down his crack, slowly over his balls, making his shaft glisten with both our juices. I moved down and started sucking his still extra hard dick. Before long his balls tighten and he covered my tongue with a second huge load of the night. He rolled over and fell asleep in my bed, my poz load simmering in his hole. He woke up the next morning just in time to get a second load from me before getting dressed and off to class. While my two poz loads percolated in his freshly cherry popped ass. hope you liked this one as much as I did. I can't decide if this is a one off or do a short series...what do you all think? Joey

Hot Son Hot Daddy My name is Marc and Im a daddy of 50s muscular with a nice pecs with some hair salt and pepper and I have a 9 inch dick. During the 80s I was a real slut and I got pop from my boyfriend who died from cancer so leaving me single for the most of my older age. Because the medication was still brand new the side effect were horrible so for a long time I wasn’t taking any medication and let the hiv evolve as it were making me very toxic. So When I was playing I was making sure that the btm knew my status and most of them were on ok with it. The most part I was playing with poz guys so we were ok with each other. Its only with neg hole that was bit more of a problem. I have a son that is in prison for stealing a car. The thing is that his parol officer gave the notice that I will be his host for the during his year of probation. I visited him few times and I saw that he was struggling on the inside as he was small and slim and not very much of a fighter. He told me that he made connection in exchange for services and treats. I didn’t ask more as I understood he was someones else bitch. I found it hot! My son was about to get release from prison so I prepared the house for his stay. The thing is I don’t know how he will be acting with me now that he’s release. Hope he hasn’t change too much. I picked up my son from the front gate of the prison and then we went home. I showed him my new place a nice cottage in the woods where we are miles from any neighbours. The thing is that when I got inside instinctively I took off my shirt as when im home im a nudist and when I do some house work I stay nude all the time. My son took it by surprise thinking I was gonna hit the shower or something I told him sorry as I am usually without clothes when im home alone in my home. He said its ok Im used to seeing guys naked as in the showers we were all naked using the same shower heads for three guys. We were doing rotation to get the water. The thing is that my house need a lot of repairs as I flip houses and this one was still in renovation. I told him that the water pump for the shower doesn’t work well so all cleaning would be in the lake with all the necessaries. And because im always working for the renovation im always sweaty so I don’t have time to go down the road and jump in the lake to wash out So I stayed unclean for weeks sometimes. I would use a wash clothes from the sink to do quick rinse. He said he’s used to it that not washing himself for days as during lockdown it could latest for a 3-4 days where he would locked into his cell and couldn’t go to the showers. As we were unpacking his suitcase I was undress to my undies and walking around the house doing some mini chores. He saw me with my big bulge in my underwear and I knew he kept staring. I found it hot that he was so curious. I saw he was hiding a small journal under his bed when he was unpacking I didn’t think of it much but I was curious to know what was inside. My son told me that he would like to go for a walk around the woods to get his bearings and check what kind activities he could do around here. I told him he could borrow the small VTT to go around the woods and having fun in the big empty field to do some donuts. Meanwhile he was outside having fun I went to his room and looked under his bed to find his journal. He was writing down what happened to him during his time on the inside. The big gist of it is that He was the bitch of a big drug dealer that needed assistance to get information delivered to other side of the prison so where my son would take the msg and then cross some area where he had access and delivered it to the right person. For each msg delivered he would get a week of protection. During a lockdown he couldn’t delivered the msg so the drug dealer told him that he would be safe he does what he wants from him and it stated by sucking him to then having him fucking him real rough. In his journal he mentioned how he was fucked both time by the drug dealer and the guard to help on the inside contraband and that he was always bareback as condoms were available to the general public. He was worried to get hiv or stds as he didn’t want to catch anything. But he heard somewhere through the branches that the drug dealer was in fact poz. He went to the clinic few times to get blood tested and the nurse told him he was okay and healthy. I heard him getting inside the house so I quickly put back the journal under his bed and went to see him. During dinner I asked him if he could tell me more how it was on the inside. He told me it was hard and tough as he needed to always make deals to get protected from the public. I couldn’t resist and told him that when he told me that he needed to to do treats and favours to get protection I told him I found it hot that you were someones bitch. And kept thinking that you were getting fucked by a big guy . My son stood there in silence and shocked of my response. He told me that yes he had to resolve to sex activities to pay for protection. I asked him how many guys and how big they were. He told me there was one in particular That was big and rough with him and he was the best. Bet to have him safe as no one dare to attack him or being mean to him in the yard. I was trying to imaging the drug dealer fucking my son pounding his ass in the cell and take it bb like a real slut. I told him that I was proud of him that he made it through and like a man he took it like a champ. As he was telling me the stories how he was fucked by this big guy that the drug dealer gave him to satisfied his friend I stood up to grab a glass of water. I was in my underwear and my son saw right away I was on erection. My son made a gasp and wasn’t trying to look directly at my cock under my underwear. He saw right away how big I was. I told him I was sorry that I was in erection as the stories he was telling me was making me hard. My son asked me if he was turning me on I told him yes and I wanted to fucked him since he got on the inside being someones bitch turned me on. But we had to make a deal is that we are both naked all the time around the house and that when fucking I only play bb. He told me that during his time in prison he was always fucking bb. I wanted to be more mean and rough so I told him that he wanted to stay in my house he had to get fucked by me bb no matter what. My son took a moment and think about this condition and told me that he was either going to live with me or in the street. And the street was not a good place to restart his life So he would stay with me and comply to my demands. I told him that I was poz and because I had played a lot with other guys I might picked up other things. As we say Im a real toxic top. He asked me if I would still love him no matter what happen. I told him yes I will support you no matter what and love unconditional. Then he said something really hot: I will comply to your demands and be your slutty btm as you are Clearly into. Then I told him lets go to my room we walked to the bedroom and push my son on the bed. I told him that tonight I will make sure he gets my cock like a real slut. He told me that he wanted slow and calm. But I gave him my grin face that is not going to happen. I started to suck him and saw he had a nice 7 inch and kinda trim around his cock. And then I flipped him over to have his ass in front of me. My cock was rock hard and then dripping prelim I told him that I have been pozing guys for a long time and then more than just poz as im real top toxic. My son was not really sure about what to do next. I told him either he stays in bed or goes out on the street. I was really horny and started to lick his hole and spit on it to lube it up and then pressing my cock to the rim of the anus. And then starting to push more and more inside. When I was half way inside I starting to make bigger stroke. My son was complaining how big I was and told him to shut up and take it like I was his drug dealer from the inside. And As your dad you must do what I saw. If I say you take my cock you take it! I was balls deep and then told him that I was off meds and more in me as I am toxic top. I was pounding his ass real good! Making him my bitch now. I was about to ejaculate I shove my index inside his hole with my dick still inside his ass to stratch his inside. And then I cum deep in him. We both then lay down on the bed all sweaty and musky from the sex.

Drew’s buddy, Dwayne has got himself a boyfriend, John. they came over last night and I got an immediate hardon. John is hot as fuck and just my type - short, stocky, bit hairy, stubble and with a meaty arse. He knew that I fuck Dwayne and I was completely up front with him. I told him he got me hard and I got my cock out to show him. I grabbed his arse and told him I wanted to fuck him - he kind of blushed which got me real horny. I told everyone to get naked and see what happens. We got down to it and I was fucking Drew and Dwayne is fucking John. I pulled out of Drew and Dwayne immediately pulled out of John’s arse and mounted Drew. I didn’t wait to be asked - John’s hole was available so I mounted him and went balls deep inside him. He seemed unsure but didn’t say much so I ignored it and continued fucking him. I always love fucking a young man for the first time. His hole felt amazing - tight and gripped the whole length of my shaft. I shot my load up him and pulled out - then Drew went up him and pumped his load up John’s arse. I’m not sure if he’s gunna become a regular - he didn’t seem to be completely into me but at least I’ve fucked and seeded him. I have offered him my arse and Drew’s arse if he wants a return visit. We’ll see what happens.

Woof! 2 confirmed bugs and gifting tn 🥵☣️ happy halloween 😈

Got on sniffies.com and found a top hosting. I texted a few pics of ass and face and got a reply to cum by and play. His spelling I drove to the location and he had to watching. Gave me his apt number. I got in and two guys answered the door in shorts no shirts and said come in. We walked to the bedroom and they told me to strip and get on the bed on all fours. So I did and both took turns at eating my ass and fingering my hole. They got up and one plowed the hell out of me when finished the other started to fuck me. I heard a phone beep and the 1st guy said the other is he. The second guy said great timing I'm going to cum as he growled and laid on me. I heard some talking and felt a hand on me and the guy laying on me. The guy got off of me and I felt another cock slide in as I got pushed flat as I got pounded. Great 3 loads

Bit of a change for a moment. Out at a fireworks display last night, went to use toilet and saw this young twink-ish guy stood in corner. Asked if he was queuing, nothing untoward. Bit of chat, used urinal, left. Few hours later, needed another piss, twink there again..... Asked if he was alright, needed anything, as he just sort of stared and nodded. I point at toilet cubicle, he nodded again. One quick visit into cubicle, and I've got some drained balls, he's been pumped full.

Sorry for long pause... After Coty cleaned up Brian's dripping cock he then went over and started eating out Bart. Bart started to moan as Coty started to eat out the cum in his ass. Bart started getting hard so Coty started sucking his cock. Bart let out a moan and started to pump in his mouth. After a few minutes Bart pushed Coty on his back lifted his legs, wiped up some cum that dripped out of his ass and was on the floor and rubbed it on his cock and pushed some in Coty. Coty spread his legs wide and Bart pushed his good hard 7" cock into Coty. Coty moaned and pushed back. Brian sit back and started to stroke his hard cock watching his two boys fuck each other. Bart was now ramming into Coty and Coty was clearly enjoying the hard fuck. 10 minutes in, Bart yelled out that he was cumming in Coty and Coty moaned and said, "Oh yes i want your cum". Bart pushed in and shot his hot load into Coty. After Bart pulled out of Coty, Coty licked him clean and they looked at Brian. "Lets get home and finish this", Brian said.

Biting the Bullet (And getting lead poisoning) I heard Des get on his knees behind me lean against the fence for support and start to rub the head of his cock over my hole, causing me to tighten involuntarily. "This is gonna hurt virgin" He hawked again but this time on his hand and rubbed it over his cock before pressing it against my hole. "Push out faggot, let me get in there!" I remember reading and learning about pushing out like you're going for a shit to ease with entry when a sudden horrific thought entered my head. Shit, I hadn't douched! I had bought one and practiced for this moment but everything happened so fast I hadn't douched. The realisation made me tighten up but Des wasn't deterred and the thought of the douche vanished in the face of an almighty agonising pain as the head of his cock pushed its way into my hole. "Shit!Fuck!Ahhh!God!Fuck" a number of sounds noises and expletives poured from my mouth as the ring around my hole stung and burned at this painful entry. "Heads in faggot, now I'm gonna fuck you" I was barely over this initial assault on my hole when he began to push the rest of his massive cock inside me, the pain was excruciating and mixed in were terrible cramps, I couldn't think, could barely breathe. I wouldn't say I was turned on or not turned on, none of my entire journey was on my mind at this moment just the pain in my arse. "Fuck you are tight! Told you it would hurt, I'm only halfway" My situation then came into my mind. I was in a bin area, getting fucked by an aids-riddled homeless man with a huge cock. Somehow my own cock rose to life and I let out what must have been a groan of lust. "So you enjoying my cock now?" I groaned again as he pushed again, spearing more of me on his cock. I felt like he was losing traction so he pulled out some then pushed back in, he did this a couple of times, not all the way out but it still felt like he was pulling my insides with him when I heard the awful question. "Did you douche bitch?" Shame hit me and he stopped so I could talk. "I'm sorry! I forgot! I didn't expect all this to happen so soon!" I don't know if he was phased or not but a mutter of "dirty cunt" and he was pushing back inside me. I also don't know if the shame did something or not but I was getting softer again and the realisation of a homeless diseased guy fucking me started giving me a 'what the hell am I doing?!' moment. At that moment Des pulled mostly out and was rubbing his cock, I wondered what was happening so I looked round. "You wanted my diseases mate, I'm just popping some boils to give me some more lube for your hole". Suddenly terror struck me, I was going to get the pus of fuck knows what inside me, I don't want aids, I don't want herpes or hepatitis or gonorrhea! I needed to stop this. "Stop Des, I've changed my mind, I don't want your aids! You can keep the money, I'm just gonna go!" Des then wrapped his free arm round me and leant in to talk in my ear. "Tough shit cunt, you told me you wanted this, I told you I'm gonna fuck something, you're gonna get what I give you or I'll beat the shit out of you" "Please Des, PLEASE, no, don't please!" He reached down, picked something up and before I knew it was forcing a disgusting pair of socks in my mouth. "You're a faggot, you want my aids so just fucking accept it cunt!" I had pissed him off because he didn't hesitate to jam half his cock back in me in one stroke. My shit must have been on his cock because he wiped the hand he had picked his cock warts on my shoulder and I could smell shit. "That's better! My pus is lubing your arse good now fella!" I had been screaming into the dirty sock gag, the smell had me retching again and the pain from the fucking was bad enough now knowing I had an unknown disease puss coating the inside of my arse was the final straw, I broke down in tears and felt a warm trickle under me, I was actually pissing myself! The shame was complete I just hoped Des didn't notice but a "What the fuck!" And 2 large smacks across the back of my head knew he had. "Fucking disgusting prick! Where's your fucking wallet!" I couldn't answer and realised it was rhetorical, he reached over took the last £25 I had and stuffed it into his belongings. He then reached down, put his hand in the puddle of piss on the sheet and wiped it on my back, he did it 2 more times with my hair and face. "You're gonna smell worse than me at this rate!" I wailed again into the gag, I didnt dare try to remove it, I just felt what a horrible mistake I'd made, how my family would feel, how my gf would react. I then felt another terrible cramp deeper in my stomach and more pain in my arse, I later realised Des was breaking through deeper anal cavity and stretching the entire length of my passage when he had buried his hole cock inside me. He didn't stop as he carried on pulling out then pushing back in, really taking deep strokes now. "That's it fag, just accept it now, you already got my warts inside you, I reckon I've torn you a little inside so your cuts are just gonna soak up whatever my cock leaks" I sobbed more at this but less than before. I knew I couldn't change anything or stop Des and the pain was less, just felt very full so just accepted it and waited for him to finish. "Fuck bitch, that's good, my first fuck in ages, fucking love your hole. Haven't bothered cumming lately so got a huge load for you" During the relentless back and forth in my arse my mind went through a bit of what led me here. I *did* want to get fucked, I *did* want a nasty guy to do it, I *did* want aids cum in me. This was it, it was happening now, I put my recent reactions down to shock and fear. I actually began to feel free knowing I was getting what I had wanted for such a long time. Even my cock woke up again and got hard at the thoughts of it, I must have even started pushing back subconsciously because Des noticed it. "That's it fag, knew you wanted it really, come take my cock, fucking hole feels good" He removed his arm round my body and reached down to grab my cock, wanking it as he pummeled by arse even harder now. "Fuck yeah bitch, gonna make you cum as well, shoot your last proper neg cum load before I'm done fucking up your body for life!" I was beyond horny now, I managed to reach up and remove the sock gag without any problem from Des, I think he knew I was far too gone now and anything after just confirmed it once I did a huge groan at his words. "Fuck Des! I want your cock, I want your aids, I want your pus I want your diseases, fuck fuck, want it all, make me fucked up like you!" We were just rutting now, I didn't know how long he could hold off but I didn't care, my arse still burned but I didn't care. I could feel the unbroken warts on his cock and wish they'd all burst so I could take all of it in my hole. "You got a boyfriend fag? You got a family?" My thoughts briefly turned to everyone but I didn't care in that moment, I just wanted to be an aids fucked pig. "Girlfriend" was all I could manage. He laughed as he slapped my arse hard. "If she dumps you and you have nothing come be my homeless bitch and I'll give you my diseased cock all the time" In that moment I loved that idea, taking his diseased cock and cum over and over was a dream come true. "God Des, yes I'd do that, I fucking love your cock!" I could feel my load getting closer and I realised his was too. "You're gonna love my cock even more now bitch, you've got my diseases now you're gonna take my aids cum!" My mind exploded the same time as my cock. "Yes! Fuck yes, oh god this is it, give me your aids cum, please, oh fuck! I want it oh fuuuck!!!!" I felt my cock explode rope after rope of cum, I didn't normally cum hard but everything about the moment just felt the horniest I had ever been. As my cum tapered off I felt Des tense up, his cock swell and a warm wetness gush and flood my arse. "Mmmmm, fuck! Fucking cumming!!" I had collapsed, my knees only things holding me up, my arse high up in the air, as Des collapsed on my piss damp back his cock made a wet plop and fell out of me, a pool of cum followed. First to recover he stuck a finger in my hole, pulled it out and pushed it under my nose. "Suck it clean cunt" I opened my mouth and tasted his finger, I nearly retched, I could taste shit and ranky salty fluid, I didn't know if it was cum or pus. "That's it fag, taste my untreatable cum you have flooding the tears in your hole now." My heart leapt into my mouth as I came down from my 'cum high', I shot up and looked at Des, realising everything he gave me a yellow toothy grin. "Yeah bitch, you just let a rank homeless man fuck your hole, filled you with untreatable aids cum and popped some nasty pus inside you. Fuck knows what you got but your life is over now" I fell back onto my hands and knees, my head spun, I felt like I was going to throw up, what had I done?

[think before following links] https://xhamster.com/videos/raw-german-poz-stepdaddies-4768501 fucking ace. the "top's" wrecked hole leaking into the bottom's worn out cunt. the bottom then pushes his contents out

Ha- the same thing is always at the back of my mind when I visit Berlin these days, @NordicBtm! Like you, I was at Folsom 2024: bending over and getting fucked by multiple tops at parties like Horsefair, Biohazard and PIG is my ultimate thrill sex-wise, but I’m aware this puts me in the high risk zone as far as getting Hep C from fucking is concerned… Anyway, just had my tests done and they all came back clear, which is good- though I understand it can take months for Hep C to show up In your bloods. So really, all I can say for with any certainty is that I didn’t catch it at Folsom 2023 😅

You seem to have a very creative mind, imagining what I "seem to think." I assure you that you do not, in fact, understand my thoughts. I made a statement of fact: that if the government decides it wants to take someone out, it's got the firepower to do it, regardless of whatever the courts might later find. I understand gun ownership just fine. What I particularly understand, and what too many "Don't Tread On Me" people seem to not understand, is that there simply isn't enough civilian firepower to overthrow our government via some sort of armed rebellion. That doesn't mean I think anyone should lay down his gun; that's his choice to do. I'm only pointing out that it won't do what so many of them think it will. I have no idea what kind of point you're trying to make here. I've never pretended this site has anything to do with "normies" (whatever you think those are). I'm not a spokesperson for society. I'm an observer of society and a spokesperson for me. But I recognize that intrinsic in the nature of 'society' is a lot of give-and-take (call it curtailing of freedoms if you like) in order to live together amicably. The tradeoff is the benefit we get from our interdependent nature in the society. People are certainly free to create their own lives. But if they want the benefits of living in a society, they have to follow the rules of that society, where those exist. In theory, a constitution sets boundaries around which the members of the society may or may not impose rules, and those rules are imposed by one's representatives (if they're legally binding) or by one's neighbors (if they're merely social constructs). The problem I have with many "libertarian" type individuals is that they want all the benefits of living in a society that others, for the most part, created, but they don't want to have to follow the conventions and rules of that society.

Hot tales of pozzing and conversion from the days before meds and before PrEP. Thanks to Steve Chased for posting this at Telegram. Enjoy, and let us know your favorites. Bareback Bible - May 2003.pdf

Chapter 1 – We Meet I first saw Jeff at a party some friends had dragged me to. I’m not much of a “let’s go to a party” guy, but they were insistent that I come along. I did have a pretty good time, and meeting Jeff was a highlight for me. We locked eyes across the host’s living room. He’s just my type: dad bod, bearded, balding, but with some hair peeking out of his shirt and a few visible tattoos. It made me wonder if there were other tattoos in less highly visible places. He’s shorter than me and looked like a solid guy. A little about me. I’m in my 50s, but most people think I’m younger. I’m a little over 6’ tall and weigh around 190. I’m in pretty good shape due to hiking in the warmer months and skiing when it’s cold. My chest, arms, legs, and ass are hairy. I usually have some sort of facial hair going on. When I met Jeff, I was also sporting a full beard. It has some grey in it. Dating and long-term relationships have been a challenge for me. I like to have sex with a lot of different partners, and that can be a barrier for some guys. On top of that, there’s my playroom and specific desires. My playroom has everything needed for serious ass play since that’s what I really like. I can work over a guy’s hole and then flip so that he can work over mine. That involves cocks, tongues, fingers, dildos, fists, and whatever else we might want to shove into each other. And, I like to party too. Anyway, about Jeff. I noticed him hanging out on the other side of the room when I first walked in. There were probably about 40 people there, but I was intrigued by Jeff. I asked my friends if they knew anything about him, but they didn’t. Then, they wandered off for some drinks and food. I wandered through the room, greeting a few people I knew but trying to keep my eye on Jeff. At one point, I didn’t see him anywhere in the room, and I hoped he hadn’t left. I went to where he had been standing and tried to look cool as I surveyed the crowd. Someone bumped into me, and I turned towards them. It was Jeff! We started chatting, and he told me he had noticed me when I walked in (blushing!) and hoped we might talk at some point. He had gone to the bathroom and planned to come over to me when he saw me in his old spot. We introduced ourselves and shook hands. His handshake was firm, and I noticed his hand was also quite hairy. Hairy hands often mean a very hairy body, and I hoped to find out if that was true. He had a deep and sexy voice and very full lips. We talked a little about general things, but his friends came over and said they were ready to leave. He suggested we exchange contact info, and I happily obliged, trading numbers with him. Then, he and his friends left. Shortly after, I felt my phone vibrate and saw that he had texted me. In it, he suggested that we get together to get to know each other better. That sounded good, but I played it cool and waited a bit to reply. In my reply, I suggested dinner at my house the following Friday. He agreed. We texted back and forth during the week, getting the important details about dinner, like whether he ate meat (yes!), red or white wine (red, or beer), and if there was anything he really disliked. To that question, he replied that he was pretty much open to trying anything once. I hoped that carried through to other areas of his life. Friday came, and I had prepared a simple but nice dinner. I made my classic beef stroganoff, served over noodles, plus some peas. That was served with a hearty red wine. I didn’t pull out the good china or go all out with candles on the table since I didn’t want to freak him out, but it was a good way to get to know each other. I put on a pair of comfy but well-fitting jeans and a nice button-down shirt. I was wearing an orange jockstrap under it all in case we decided to take things further as the evening progressed. When Jeff showed up, he was dressed similarly. Of course, I didn’t know what he had on for underwear, but I hoped I might find out. He had brought a bottle of wine, too, so I swapped his bottle in place of my original. Before we ate, we sat in the living room and chatted. We discussed the standard stuff: work, hobbies, trying to find mutual friends, and so on. There was some suggestive talk, but I wanted to see how the evening progressed. We sat down to dinner. Jeff complimented me on the meal, saying he liked to cook too and that the next meal should be at his house. I liked that idea. When we finished, we sat around the table talking, and then I decided to clear the plates. Jeff told me to sit, and he would take them into the kitchen for me. So, he was courteous, too! When he leaned down to get my plate, I looked up at him, and he went in for a kiss. His lips were soft, and his beard felt great against my face. It was a short kiss, but it let us both know where the evening might lead. Jeff took everything into the kitchen and put it in the sink. When he came back to the table, he put out his hand to me. I took it, stood up, and went in for a deeper and more intense kiss. We were hugging and feeling each other up as we made out like teenagers. I suggested we go back to the sofa in the living room, and we walked there hand in hand. Damn, it was just like being a kid again! Once in the living room, we sat close to each other and continued our kissing and groping. My hand went into his shirt first, feeling up his chest and nipples. His nipples were large and pierced, and his chest was wonderfully furry. Then, he dove his hand into my shirt to feel up my hairy chest. No piercings, but my nipples are sensitive and enjoy being worked. As he was groping me, I stared into his eyes and began to unbutton his shirt. I pulled it out of his jeans and helped him remove it. This was a damn nice body. Jeff had a great chest with a dense forest of fur. The metal from his piercings glistened in the low light and lured me in. He had a few more tattoos. One large bird was centered on his chest and he had another on his back. They looked great in his forest of hair. I bent down to lick around his left nipple and then took it into my mouth. His low groan told me how much he liked that, so I worked one and then the other. By now, he had removed my shirt and was stroking my back as I sucked his nipples. While I was mouthing his tits, my hands were rubbing around the back waistband of his jeans. I was happy to find that he had some hair at the base of his back. My hands dipped into his jeans to find out if his ass was hairy too. I discovered that he, too, was wearing a jockstrap! My hands slid down through the waist strap and began to explore his hairy crack. With his jeans on, my hands couldn’t get too far down. I pulled my mouth away from his nipple and looked at him, then glanced down at his crotch. He nodded, so I popped the top button and lowered the zipper on his jeans. He was wearing a red jock, which I hoped might signal some of his intent. Now that his jeans were looser, I was able to get my hand further down his ass and could lightly finger his hole. He responded well to my touch, so I kept rubbing and stroking. Jeff had loosened my jeans, too, and was now alternating rubbing my ass and my crotch. I suggested that we remove our jeans to be more comfortable and he breathlessly agreed. We each tore off our jeans, and I reached down to remove my socks. Jeff did the same. While he was bent forward to pull them off his feet, I got a good look at his back and ass. All of it was covered in hair, which I find really sexy. Between his hot, hairy body and his red jockstrap signal, I had big hopes for the night. When he sat back up, he looked over at me and commented on my orange jockstrap, mentioning that he, too, was up for almost anything. Since he knew what it signified, I felt safe assuming he knew what his red strap denoted. We got ourselves into a position facing each other on the sofa, with the arms at our backs. Luckily, it’s a smaller sofa, so we could still feel each other up. He was rubbing my crotch, and I put my finger in my mouth to moisten it and then rubbed it around his hairy hole. I would put my finger in my mouth, rub his hole, then repeat the process. He leaned back, opening his hole for me. At this point, I suggested we move to the bedroom. I had put a few smaller dildos, lube, and poppers in my bedside table, but the sling, along with the bigger toys and party materials, was next door in the playroom. I led Jeff up the stairs, with him fondling my ass on the way. When we got to the bedroom, we fell on the bed together while embracing. Luckily, I had readied the bed for play earlier in the day, so we didn’t have to worry about making a mess. Now, we were able to really explore each other’s bodies. Jeff pulled my cock and balls out of the pouch of my jock and was playing around with it, and I was still massaging and rubbing his hole. I noticed a growing wet spot on his jock, so I moved my mouth to the pouch and sucked it into my mouth. The jock was well-worn and had obviously seen some previous use. It had that heady aroma of old cum, piss, and sweat. I enjoyed mouthing around it but wanted the prize inside. So, I moved the jock aside and was greeted with Jeff’s cock. It was a nice sight. He had a full bush but had trimmed it back some. His balls were low-hanging and only had a dusting of hair. His cock was cut and about 7” long. Like him, it was thick and well-formed. I took it into my mouth after spending some time roaming around his crotch with my tongue. While I was doing this, Jeff moved around to play with my ass. His cock fit my mouth well, and I lovingly caressed the head with my tongue while moving up and down on the shaft. Jeff was massaging my ass, spreading my cheeks, and rubbing over my hole. We played like this for a while, with me sucking his cock while he kneaded my ass. Then he asked me if I liked having a dildo used on me. To answer, I leaned over and opened the drawer on my nightstand, showing him the selection available.

I havent been back to Ohio to visit in years. I recently made a trip for the holidays to visit my family. My cousin who is about 10 years older than me, and who recently got out of prison was also in town and we hung out. He really hit the gym hard and came out looking pretty damn good. I had only recently been open with my family and was a bit nervous hanging out with him since before he never knew I was gay. At first nothing seemed off other than me randomly catching myself staring at him, which i felt guilty about since we are related. He caught me checking him out and at first didnt do much. Well the night progressed and everyone else either went home or passed out and it ended up just being my cousin and myself alone in the living room. He had already had a few beers and out of the blue he asked me "so I heard you are a faggot". It caught off guard one being called a faggot and two him just bring it up randomly. I didnt know how to respond and just turned to look at him. "so are you or arnt you a faggot" he asked again this time getting off the couch and coming towards me. I didnt know what to say and just nodded my head. I was about to say that it offended me being called a faggot but my words stopped in my throat when I heard and saw what he did next. He grabbed his crotch and came up straight to my face "im not going to lie, I got used to fucking some faggots. Felt great being able to bust in them without having to worry about getting a bitch pregnant. I got enough kids as it is" His hand is holding his crotch and he is looming over me as i sit on the couch. I cant take my eyes off his growing bulge in his pants and he gives me a smirk. "I saw you checking me out all day, I know you want this, you cant deny it." I just nod my head cant believing what is happening. I felt guilty because we are related but he had gotten really hot and his dick was very noticeably hard and my inner pig starts to come out. I cant keep my eyes off his crotch as i bite my lip wanting to taste it. He laughs and walks away, at first i thought he was teasing me and I felt my stomach drop, but then he asked "well arnt you going to come to my room with me, cant have anyone walk in on us. I aint no faggot i just like fucking a nice hole and dont want anyone to think otherwise". Im off the couch and following him to his room before I know it. I follow him into his room and he just lays on his bed and motions me over. "Come suck on my dick get it nice and wet faggot". I obediently does what he says and walk over. I slowly pull his sweat pants off and expose his throbbing cock. It had to be about 7 1/2 inches and pretty thick. I cant resist at this point and immediately take his dick into my mouth. His dick is oozing precum and it has a slight bitter taste from all the booze he had been drinking. He is leaning back his arms behind his head with his eyes closed. "suck that dick faggot, get it nice and wet". I first start off slow just tasting his cock but then I feel his big rough hands on the back of my head and he shoves my head down on his cock. I gag at first and try to pull back but he holds my head down. "lets get that saliva going, yeah gag on my big dick faggot." my eyes are watering but i relax my throat and deep throat it his fat cock. "fuck yeah you faggots really know how to work a cock" he starts to thrust into my mouth and im doing everything i can to swallow it. Suddenly he pulls my head off his cock and grabs me throwing me on the bed. He practically rips my pants off me and pushs my body down exposing my ass to him. "mmm look at that hole" he says and spits on it. He then rubs his cock on my hole and then shoves in. I try to relax but I was not prepared for it and my body tenses up. He just pushs all his weight on top of me pinning me down as he keeps his dick inside me. His hand had found its way to my mouth as he holds it to keep me from making any noise. "fuck yeah faggot, take that dick, fuck your ass is so tight not like those other loose holes." he whispers into my ear as he pushes deeper in me. At first im in pain and im trying not to whimper and relax, he just continues to thrust into me. I dont know if it was because he was man handling me or if it was because I was very tight but it didnt really take him long before i felt his body start to tense up and he starts grunting in my ear. I can feel his dick throbbing deep inside me as he unloads his seed into me. He leaves his dick in me and just continues to lay on top of me. At this point it is really dawning on me I just got fucked by a relative, by my hot ex convict cousin. He finally pulls out and slaps my ass. "yep you have a nice tight hole and im going to make you mine"

Government is how society, well, governs itself. Our Declaration of Independence (which, contrary to popular belief, is not a basis of law in this country, but a general statement of principle) itemizes assorted rights people possess, and then goes on to say "That, to secure these rights, governments are instituted among men, deriving their just powers from the consent of the governed." Government is literally how we ensure that our rights are upheld (and concomitantly, our responsibilities that go along with those rights are met). Not everyone benefits from everything government does. That's in the nature of societies and their governments. This is indeed an instance of "absence of specific examples". You cite a lot of alleged evils, but no concrete examples of them. But in any event, eminent domain, for one, is specifically authorized in our constitution; private property can be seized for a public purpose for just compensation. As for citizen rights: I guarantee you that our system of government, flawed as it is, does more to protect citizen rights than most, and far more than any "Lord of the Flies" libertarian paradise. I'm fine with cutting back wealth transfers to the rich. Hell, I'm in favor of reverting to the tax rates we had when our country's middle class was at its peak, which is to say, around 70%. I'd apply that rate to unearned income too, instead of cushy capital gains rates for the investor class. I'm also in favor of not legislating morality (though I think it might mean something different to you than it does to me, I'm not sure). I see the benefits of society maximized when all members of the society who contribute have their basic needs met. That means the guy who gets up at 430 AM to go get on a garbage truck to collect our refuse ought to be able to support himself and his family, as should the person who busses the tables at the restaurant down the block and the person who cleans the hotel rooms at the nearby resort. And that means all of them get health care, and adequate food and housing.

Sorry for the delay, boys. I'm back with a new chapter. Chapter 9 – The Fun Continues Chapters 1 through 8 describe my initial meeting with Jeff. We connected at a party, and I invited him to my place the next weekend. We played there, then went to his place the next day. Now, we’ve been joined by three other guys. Partying, fucking, fisting, and more have ensued. Neal was fisting Dan as Pete, Jeff, and I were in a three-way suck fest. “Anyone want to fist my ass?” asked Neal. I sure as hell did! He had a hot, hairy ass, which is a great visual favorite of mine. We broke apart from sucking each other, and Neal got up from the stool. Luckily, the other sling was empty. Even better, Jeff took Neal’s place so that he could fist Dan. Neal looked very sexy in the sling. As he was lying there, I noticed a glint of metal on his chest. His nipples were pierced by two black barbells. The black of the jewelry was hard to see in his forest of fur, but the light picked up on them. Very sexy. Pete walked between the two slings. First, he fed his cock to Dan. Of course, this meant that his ass was facing Neal, and Neal was happy to fondle it. I shoved some Crisco into Neal’s ass in preparation for the fisting. He was still well-lubed from earlier, but you can never have too much grease! I added lube to my hands and then went to work on his hole. His hole looked amazing, surrounded by dark hair. His whole ass was hairy, and it got thicker as it neared his pucker. His hole was puffed up from the earlier fisting, and I was about to make it even puffier. I couldn’t resist leaning forward and taking a few licks. Then, I positioned my folded hand at his ass. Neal was ready, and I slipped in with ease. His ass was warm, and pulled my arm deeper into his body. I looked down and noticed that I was almost to my elbow. This had to be intense for Neal, but he was taking it like a champ. He was also fondling and fingering Pete’s hole as Pete was getting sucked by Dan. Dan, of course, was getting fisted by Jeff. Neal’s ass had swallowed my arm up to my elbow. A guy rarely takes me that deep, but he did it quickly and easily. His ass felt amazing, and I flexed my fingers to probe deeper into his colon. He was keeping his hands busy with Pete’s ass, and I wasn’t even sure whether he knew how deep he had taken me. But he looked down at me and smiled, letting me know he enjoyed what I was doing. He kept fingering Pete, too. I asked him whether he wanted a slow or fast withdrawal. “Slow, then fist me fast and hard.” My favorite. I love when a bottom wants me to pull out slowly since it lets me feel all the different folds and textures of their ass. I can also give some special attention to their prostate. When I bottom, I like having a guy move slowly when he’s pulling out. I began my extraction. Neal’s ass was warm and pulsing. It’s so hot when you can feel a guy’s heart beating inside his ass. I took my time, enjoying watching Neal’s face as I moved out. I also enjoyed seeing the hair around his hole getting dragged through the lube on my arm. His hole looked amazing as I slowly pulled back. Neal picked up the poppers with his free hand and took a few snorts. Once they hit, I spent some time playing in his ass. I would flex my hand into a fist, unclench it, extend my fingers, and then curl them back and twist my arm around. He’d abandon any attention to Pete’s ass, so I knew he was loving my efforts. He also began to ride my arm by swinging the sling back and forth in small movements. I also started to do some complementary movements with my arm so each downward swing would let me move ever deeper into him. I was once again as deep as I had been earlier, and Neal loved the ride. The poppers were wearing off, and he slowed his movements in the sling. I pulled back to where I was before and then slowed down on my extraction. I took extra time to massage his prostate as my arm, and then my knuckles grazed over it. When the widest part of my hand was pulling back, I rotated my hand around to let him feel the stretch. Once I was out, I looked at Neal and pointed my head at the poppers. He knew what to do and took a few deep hits. When he put the bottle down, I began to pummel his ass. My greasy paw went into his ass quickly and easily. He was well-opened and able to take a deep and hard fisting. I went in deep and pulled back out all the way in a quick motion. Then, my other hand went in again up to my elbow before being quickly pulled out. I alternated hands on him, pushing one in and lining the other up as the other was being pulled out. His hole was gaping and dripped lube whenever I pulled out. There was little suction in his hole since he was so opened up. Neal was loving this. His smile was huge as he took my hands. He had his head thrown back and his arm behind his head, exposing his sexy, hairy pits. He was in a state of bliss as I worked over his ass. I kept working his hole with my fists. Neal looked over at the other sling, and I saw that Dan and Jeff had traded places, and now Jeff was taking Dan’s fist. Pete was still between the slings and now had his cock in Neal’s mouth. My actions slowed down as I felt Neal’s start to tighten up around my hand. It might be time for him to take a break from having his ass worked over. I slowly pulled out of Neal’s ass and, once my hand was out, massaged his swollen lips. They looked amazing, all puffy and slick from lube. I rubbed my fingers and hands over them, eliciting some shivers from Neal. Soon, he said he was ready for a break, so he got out of the sling. Pete looked at me and asked if he could play in my hole next. Of course, I was up for that. I crawled into the sling and got my feet situated in the stirrups. Pete was getting ready to sit down on the stool when I suggested that he should be plugged when he was working my ass over. Neal noticed the Post, which he said they had never used before, so it was lubed up, and Pete sat down on it. He needed to wriggle around to get it in, so I suggested some poppers to help. Neal came over and put the bottle under Pete’s nose. Pete inhaled deeply and, as he let out the fumes, his ass closed around the plug. He sighed happily and closed his eyes for a moment as the sensations coursed through his ass. Then, he was ready to fist me. Still affected by the poppers, Pete placed his fist at my hole and started to apply pressure. He was staring deeply into my eyes as he did this, and it turned me on to see this sexy man so deeply focused on my pleasure. My hole opened for his fist, and it slid into me. I gasped in pleasure and began to pulse my ass to pull him deeper. He was creating just the right amount of tension as my greedy ass wanted to pull him deeper. If he wanted to control this, he could do that. I lay back in the sling with my hands behind my head. As Pete was working my ass, I turned my head to my right and caught a whiff of my pit. The smell of my pits is often a turn-on, but it is even more intense when I party. I inhaled deeply, treating my pit smell like my own brand of poppers. The scent made me even more horny, and I started to ride Pete’s fist, which was deep inside me. He held his hand mostly steady, letting me work my ass around his hand. Meanwhile, Dr. Neal was precisely measuring out new portions of G for us. He brought them over to the slings once they were measured out and mixed with some sports drink. Of course, we all had to pause in our fisting to drink it down, but that was a small price to pay for such an experience. Neal returned the tray and cups to the table near the bed, made sure the pipe was loaded, and walked over with it. First, he fed a hit to Pete and Dan. Then, he held the pipe to Jeff’s mouth while melting the crystals for him. Next, it was my turn to be fed some smoke. Finally, Neal did his own hit. He went around again, getting us all refreshed on the T as we were starting to feel the effects of the G. The whole time, Pete’s hand was in my ass, moving slowly back and forth and twisting around inside me. I assume Dan was doing the same for Jeff. When Neal walked away, Pete looked at me and commanded, “Do some poppers.” I took two hits of the potent fumes, holding the last ones in as long as possible. When I put the bottle down, I looked down at Pete and nodded so that he knew that my ass was his to use in any way that he wanted. First, he pulled all the way out. I could tell that my hole was massively gaped, and I felt lube sliding out of my ass. Pete smeared the dripping lube all over his hands and shoved his fist back into me. He went fast and deep this time, twisting his hand back and forth as he traversed my ass. It felt amazing! Then, he pulled out almost as quickly as he went in. He kept pounding my ass this way and then introduced his other hand into the mix. Damn, he really knew how to make a hole feel good! By now, I felt the G kick in on top of the T. I was one seriously spun pig. Pete was now pushing one hand in while he was still working the other out, and I loved his ministrations. Then, he pulled out and used fingers from both hands to open my hole. He soon had four fingers from each hand in my ass, pulling and prodding to open me up. Neal had returned and was lubing up his hands. He used his hand to slide in while Pete’s fingers were holding me open. It felt amazing to have one guy spreading my ass open while another was shoving his fingers inside me. I had all of Pete’s fingers and Neal’s folded hand inside me. Then, Pete removed his fingers, and Neal drove his hand a little deeper. Pete’s hand probed my hole around Neal’s arm. I felt him opening my hole, and his hand slid in alongside his partner’s. It felt amazing to me, especially when they grasped hands inside me. Together, they moved forward and backward in small motions, which sent massive shock waves through my body. My cock responded by pumping out a healthy amount of fluid even though I wasn’t hard. They were clearly experienced in this activity, and I was happy to be on the receiving end of it. They both fisted me for a bit, but then Neal pulled his hand out while Pete left his inside me. It’s amazing how empty my ass felt, even though it had gotten a truly extreme stretch. Pete slowly worked his hand out of my ass, taking time to massage the walls and rub my prostate on the way. Once my ass was empty, Pete rubbed and stroked my swollen lips, occasionally dipping down for a lick. It was awesome. Pete and Neal helped me out of the sling, and we staggered over to the bed. Jeff and Dan were still going at it, but they decided to take a break and join us on the bed. When they got there, Jeff picked up the pipe. “Everyone’s staying for a while, right?” We all agreed to that.

Oh man, I need more. The image of daddy fuck his boy like a piece of meat!😈😈😈😈

My Playroom—December, 2023 Zane was due at my place after supper. He had had to do a day of work before he hit the road. I set up the playroom mid-afternoon, ate dinner and napped. I got a text announcing his exit off the expressway, right at the time he’d anticipated arriving. My dick had been half hard thinking about that hairy scent pig spending the night. A few moments later he arrived. We hugged. We chatted. I sent him to the shower after his over three hours in the car. Soon enough, we were down in the playroom. Zane was naked but for a once white jockstrap. He knelt, unasked, in the middle of the room… I close the door. The space heater is on and the whirring sound fills the space, competing with the groans and moans coming from the porn on the television. “Let me suck that cock.” Zane looks right at me. He is just past 30, hairy everywhere he should be and has let his beard become long. I toss my bathrobe at the chair next to the toy rack. My mound of cock swells, contorting the fabric of the pouch. I move so Zane can lean in and lick it. He does, enjoying the taste and the smell of past sex. He frees my balls and licks them. For a long time. My cock is so damn hard and he ignores it. Finally, he untangles it from the pouch and takes it into his mouth. And down his throat. I let him proceed at his own pace. Suddenly he stands up. We kiss. Sharing the taste of my cock on his tongue. He lifts my left arm above my head and proceeds to like my pit. Every inch of it. We kiss—sharing this taste, too. Then the other. And a kiss. I do the same to his pits. Though fresh from his shower, they still hold his natural smell. We kiss once more. Long and passionate. “I really need to eat your ass.” Zane hops up on the fuck bench. He arches his back and his hairy cheeks are spread and ready for me. I kneel and dive in. He grinds his damp ass crack against my face. I eat him out. Hungrily. “Fuck me hard!” I ignore him. I can’t get enough of his butt. I love having him here and all to myself. I don’t have to share with an entire houseful of men. Of course, eventually I do stand up, my cock lubed, ready and dripping precum. I smear the bead of viscid liquid on his hole. Zane moans and I push forward—entering his ass for the first time that night. His head comes up—he watches me in the mirror in front of him as I glide all the way in. I hold for a moment before I begin to fuck. Without even consciously thinking about it, my hips begin to move. My cock saws and in out of his hole. I slow as he takes a hit of poppers. The moment he replaces the cap, I am fucking him at full force. Pounding into his ass. Making him groan and gasp at the strength of my anal assault. Just as suddenly, I pull out. I bring my wet cock to his mouth. He licks me clean. Ravenously. I squat down and we kiss again. Sharing the flavors of his wet ass. I go back and lick his slightly gaping hole. He groans, knowing that at any minute I will stand back up and fuck him every bit as hard… * I am in the sling. Zane loves to rim his daddies. He has licked and spit and done all the rimming tricks I did to him. He now stands and leans across me. We kiss again. I love the taste of my ass as much as he does. The kiss is long and his hardon grinds against my wet hole. We change places. I eat and then fuck him—rimming after each quick fuck. His eyes are always on the mirror above him, watching my tongue or cock split him open. “I really want to ride you.” I help him out of the sling and lie down on the bed. He crawls between my splayed legs and licks my balls again, leaving them even wetter. Now a quick cock cleaning, lapping up any of his stray ass jizz. He crawls up me, his furry chest rubbing against my all but hairless one. We kiss again. He reaches behind him and guides my rigid dick to his hole. He pushes back, impaling himself on my cock. He straightens up and begins to bounce. “Oh, fuck, yeah….” he mumbles. I look up at him. His eyes are now closed, his face contorted. I glance at the big mirror that runs alongside the bed. I love seeing him fuck himself down on me. Every bit as hard as I fucked him on the bench. Suddenly, his eyes open and he’s back to reality. He pulls off my cock. He devours the wet flesh. Once again, we kiss, sharing our bodies’ juices. When we come up for air, I say: “I have something for you.” He looks at me inquiringly. I tell him to hop in the sling while I go get it. When I come back from the freezer, with the cum from the bookstore frozen in the condom, he is lying there, looking excited. “Two loads from the bookstore…” PIC I snip off the knot and peel the latex away from the frozen nugget of semen. I describe the road worker who likes his balls abused—so he can shoot big. I talk about the Voyeur’s long thin cock and how, if he decides to have sex that day, he usually uses my mouth. Zane trembles with the cold—but it slips into his ass easily. My cock follows it. I love how it has cooled his ass. The head of my cock finds the melting chunk of cum deep inside him. I fuck him, slowly. Letting the cum wet his ass and my cock. I pull my coated dick out of him and bring it up to him. “Taste their loads.” He does, cleaning every inch of my erection. “Swallow them—I’ve already had them in my mouth.” When my cock is cum free, I go back to his ass. I lick the tiny trickle of semen dripping out of that slight gape. I stand and sink into him. I lean across his hairy body and feed him the semen I just licked up. A slow dribble into his open mouth. I fuck him hard. Frothing the jizz around this hole as I pull out. I bring my wet dick to his mouth again. He cleans me up before I clean up the sticky mess clinging to his hairy ass. “Rimseat.” I pull it out from where it sits and bring it next to the bed. I go under and Zane sits on it. His ass is wet, but I want the cum that’s still deep inside him. I drill into him. His ass opens—but I get no more than a couple of delicious drops of semen. His ass won’t give it up. I tap his thighs for him to rise. “Back to the sling.” He jumps in. I stick my dick inside him. “You wanted some piss in your ass—well here…” I leave it unfinished as my bladder empties into him. “I’ll wash that damn cum out of you.” My body take over. I begin to fuck him, sloshing with every stroke. I meant for him to sit on my face again, but my cock needs to shoot. Now. I am so close as I fuck in his piss hot hole. “Give it to me!” Zane knows just what’s happening. I fuck a few more strokes and explode. I grab the top of the sling frame for support. Zane grabs his own dick and, in a few strokes, covers his furry abs and chest with his pearly white jizz… The original is here: From My Side of the Sling: Cum From the Freezer for Zane's Hot Ass December 27, 2023

Departure and Clean-Up (with a parting gift) I realised it was too late to do anything now, I was past a point of no return, I had self-destructed spectacularly and now had to deal with the consequences of my actions. I sat up and realised Des was sat back smoking a blunt, still naked, his gaunt crusty body snd his wet, softened cock laying across his leg. "Still think it was a good idea fag?" I looked at him, not knowing how to answer. "Tell you what, prove to me you do, prove to me you really are a sick fucked up faggot, suck my cock clean and ill give you £20 back, even if you puke again" I looked at him, looked at his scabbed, wart infested, pus leaking cock and felt my stomach churn but at his words also felt my cock twitch, I didn't need the money back but it was like I wanted to prove to myself I was that disgusting. I knelt down into his lap, again his smell making me retch, held his cock and put my lips round it, this time, taking as much in my mouth in one go as I could, I closed my eyes, let my tongue wrap round the cock and tasted it all. I immediately reteched and coughed again, the rank, bitter stale, salty taste was disgusting, reflex made me try and lift off his cock but Des held my head down. "Suck it all off faggot" I retched several more times as I used my tongue to clean pus, cum, shit and whatever else off his cock, I shuddered over every scab, bump and loose skin from burst warts but was soon done. I went to lift off then felt Des push me back down hard, I struggled to get up but he pushed harder and harder, I felt his cock push down my throat more and more, he was hard again and it stretched my throat painfully plus I began to panic, I retched harder and harder, then just as about 2/3 of his cock was in my throat he let go, I pulled off and quickly puked up more bile but this time managed to do it to the side. He laughed hard and just said "Wanted to see how much you could take bitch" I looked at him like he was mental but realised after everything to him this was probably all I was good for but I wasn't sure I could take much more. "I'm gonna go now" He watched as I stumbled around, getting dressed, trying to find my stuff, realising my throat and arse burned, my head hurt from the hits, I smelt of piss and fate scent of shit. I probably smelt homeless. Just before I left he said again if I wanted more I knew where he was, he'd love a regular fucked up faggot. I said I'd let him know and left. After stumbling out the back area I felt a heave in my stomach and threw up again, this time more coke coloured liquid. Gathering myself I made it to the underground, I knew I was getting some looks of disgust, between my appearance and smell I must have really looked homeless. Fortunately I found a toilet, stripped off my jacket And t-shirt. I washed my upper half down as best I could, getting rid of the piss smell and faint shit from my shoulder. I used my t-shirt as a towel then threw it away, doing my jacket up all the way I now looked semi presentable. I could still smell shit but didn't know if it was in my nostrils or not then realised my boxers felt weird. I quickly went to the cubicle pulled them down to find a large glob of brown and red streaked yellowy cloudy cum in my boxers. I quickly then stripped off my lower half, tried to clean my boxers but realised they were now a lost cause. I sat on the toilet and tried to coax out as much fluid and gunk as I could, when nothing else came I wadded some paper, stuffed it between my arse cheeks, put my jeans on and left, throwing my boxers in the same bin as my t-shirt. I managed to make it on the tube then my train home which was mercifully fairly empty, I still felt every person was looking at me and knew what I had done. I couldn't even think about it on the way home, I was too drained and on auto pilot. The only breaks in that were like when I went to the toilet and when I got up to leave my train, a wet streak was on my seat, I felt my jeans and realised I had a wet patch, I had leaked more. Embarrassed I quickly left, making sure no-one else getting off the train was behind me. I managed to get home without anyone behind me, it was dark anyway by now but my rational brain was nowhere to be found. I got home stripped, threw my jeans in the bin. The inside very noticeably streaked and stained and smelt of Des. I tried cleaning out more but my hole burned to touch so I used a wash cloth to dab the area, put on some fresh boxers and crawled into bed, quickly asleep from utter exhaustion.

I just love your attitude. Being upfront and taking whatever opportinities "cum" your way.

Wow. You're living the dream, amigo.

"Benefits of society" is supposed to be a two way street. Wealthy pay higher taxes for eg: health. Both the wealthy & lower economic working groups benefit through a subsidised health care system. The wealthy help fund (higher taxes) & in turn the workers receive quality health care which prevents extended time off work through sickness, injury etc. The wealthy NEED HEALTHY "slaves" so they can clean the dirty toilets of the worlds Elon Musks. NO WAY Elon gonna get HIS HANDS dirty cleaning a bog, he's just used. If government is curtailed, in its powers, HOW THE FUCK does a country get stable governance.

But we may regret an ordinary vote tomorrow even if we cast it today. We may regret skipping a race thinking none of the candidates are good enough, only to realize that the winner was the worst of the bunch. And so on. There will always be post-election regrets. I'm sure a metric shit-ton of people in PA, MI, and WI regretted not voting in 2016 thinking Trump couldn't win. But we don't design systems to account for regret. If anything, having ranked voting means we can hedge our bets against a really bad turnout, which would increase, not decrease, my satisfaction with my vote.

I was on my way home from work yesterday when Jony called. Although I do not get to see him a lot, he is one hot fucking top. I met him before I started chasing, but we did not fuck until he was sure I was chasing. He is drop dead gorgeous, in my book. A native of the Caribbean, he has that mixed race skin tone that was born during sex between the French and African workers. He is also blessed with a great cock...8 inches, big in diameter, but not too big. The real bonus is that it has that perfect curve that will ensure a prostrate will be well massaged by the time he blasts his load. He is also one of those guys who seems to "improve" after using T.....he has fucked me for well over an hour--only stopping for arranging a new position. He knows how to use his long, lean frame to gain great leverage. Bottom line, he is a great fucker. Still, he lives some distance and we have some age difference, so we just don't get together often enough. When I heard that beautiful accent on the phone, my ass started throbbing. He was in my general area, with a cousin. The cousin was stranded due to the Hurricane, so they came to Asheville for a weekend of fun. Henri, the cousin, had been in the US for a couple weeks and had been enjoying the opportunity to fuck some white ass. But, they were out of weed and need some. My heart kind of dropped, they were gonna play, but looked like I was just a connection. Oh well, WTF. I told them to come on over. I had just picked up some really nice local stuff. Certainly not the most potent, but really nice smoke. Good, chilling' relaxin' smoke. An hour later they were at my door. Damn! Jony was looking so fucking fine. I know I often talk of any cock any time....looks and crap do not matter. But shit, he is just SOOOO good looking. Henri was not slouch. Not as tall, not as buff, but a beautiful almost black skin tone, hair in dreds and some great tats. I got the weed and handed them a pretty good baggieful. Henri suggest perhaps we sample it. I was not asking for cash, so that was a sign he wanted to hang a bit...I thought. I got out my biggest bong...freshly cleaned and sparkling. They both lit up with they saw it...it is a great instrument for getting high quickly. I let Jony do the honors of packing a bowl and Henri took that first puff. A strong session of repeated puff puff pass quickly started. With very little talk, we just enjoyed that gentle dragon relax us. A couple bowls later, we slowed a bit and drifted into conversation. No doubt, Irma was the biggest topic. Although it looks like Henri's home was spared, transportation was not available. We talked about being queer in our respective cultures. Bashed Trump with glee. After another bowl or two, Henri asked for a pipe. I got him one but he waved it away. Then I saw why. He had an 8-ball of T in his hand and was ready to make some clouds. Hmmmm....maybe there would be some Island dick in my ass after all. I went to the other room and got my T supplies, proper pipe(s) a good torch and some points and all the other trappings of dancing with Lady T. With experienced hands, Henri fired off the first round of that dreamy white smoke. After we passed the pipe a second time, it was clear we were all "getting there". In fact, almost as if commanded to do so, we all stripped our shirts off, the warmth of that good lady starting to make itself known. Hell, I was ready for anything and offered to set up some points. Hearing no objections, I measured out three .4 and started to dissolve the crystals. This was some decent stuff, nice crystals, smelled right, tasted right.....if it was cut, was not cut much. I filled the point (a fresh one) and put it on the try. I figured one of them would pick it up and find the mark. Never one to turn down a needle, Jony quickly was depressing the plunger. It is so hot watching someone do that--and then watching them move into the T-zone. A couple small coughs told me that Jony was THERE. I repeated the prep and handed the rig to Henri. He was just as accomplished with the syringe as he was with the pipe. He easily raised a vein, got the red signal that all was good and soon had a dose coursing in his veins. The heat was obvious, his black skin was glistening almost as soon as he laid the rig back on the tray. I followed suit as quickly as possible and my own cough announced we were all flying on T. Like so many times, a little T turns lips loose. The conversation was animated and wide ranging. But very soon it turned to fucking. Again, without any real discussion we were all nude and my visitors were both sporting amazing hard-ons. I knew what the expect from Jony. It was a real pleasure to see Henri was swinging some great meat as well. Longer, thinner and no curve to speak of, it still had a massive head, decorated with a single 0 Prince Albert. A PLUS sign tattoo at it's based, confirmed what I expected, Henri was POZ like his cousin. I sucked both of those brown beauties for a while, and both went to hardened steel status with little encouragement. The Tina was making my ass throb. I needed FUCKED and fucked hard. I backed put to Henri and he worked a bit to get his tip in the right spot. But once he got settled, he drove that long pole balls deep in one smooth thrust. It was just painful enough to enjoy, knowing I had a great cock starting to pound my ass. Not to be left out, Jony offered that curved dick to my still hungry lips. With a little work, we were soon in a great rhythm---with me getting spit-roasted between two BBC. I am not sure it can get much better than that: great cock, great guys, great T, good weed. I lost track of time as we fucked, sucked, changed positions and fucked some more. It was almost an hour after that first prick of a needle, that I noticed the time. I had had one of those rods in my ass nearly that whole time. I figured we were getting close to pay off. I wanted their cum and I wanted it in my ass. I told them as much and it was clear they agreed. Within a half hour, both of them had delivered a great load. A three way is always great...especially if I am getting all the dick. This one was quite amazing. I got up from the bed and inserted an ass plug to preserve the POZ pleasure in my ass. We collapsed on the bed and continued talking. Now, a bit more quiet, but just good conversation. Three POZ queers, sharing drugs, cock and cum, we were all content in the moment. Jony and I know the circumstance of each other's POZZING. I was a chaser, he was a sex worker in Miami for a number of year. We compared notes about our "conquests" as tops. I had just confirmed my number 4, Jony knows of several, but quite likely there are more. Jony urged Henri to tell his story. Reluctant at first, another round of needle pricks loosened him up. He did not start queering until he was in the military. He was raped, but realized it was great sex. Soon, he was a confirmed homo. Sill he was a bit restricted due to his duties as a military policeman. In 2012, he was sent to Cuba as an Embassy guard. His deployment was for 12 months and he learned to enjoy what Havana had to offer during that time. Although he was a native French speaker, he had learned Spanish as well. His color, features and Spanish skills allowed him to frequent the largely underground gay world of Cuba. It was only during a physical exam as he was separating from the military, that he learned that one of those Cuban cocks had infected his ass. He had a lifetime souvenir from his golden days on that island. He then got quiet and much more serious. He indicated that he was ok with being POZ and recognized it was a "by-product" of his sexual desires. But just as he was fully accepting his status, he got hit with another bombshell. He had been infected with the CRF19 strain that was something of an issue. Hard to treat, short time (3-5 years) from infection to full blown AIDS, Henri was carrying one of the most lethal bugs. He nearly whispered as he stated that while he was on medication, it was largely ineffective. Not only was he "detectable" but his CD4 number was now in the low 30's---he had progressed to AIDS. SON-OF-A-FUCKING-MOTHER FUCKING-BITCH. I know had that deadly cum in my ass. My rational brain keep trying to tell me that getting a second infection is rare. But, my active brain was starting to go ape-shit. But, the more we talked, the more I started processing it. I was almost shocked when I heard what must have been my voice asking for more. I sucked him back to life, Jony pulled out my plug and Henri went back to work. A half hour or so later, my ass plug was holding in my second exposure to CRF19. By the time they left this morning, I had one more. Jony deposited his brand of toxicity again as well. I do not believe I would have consented, had I known up front. But after the fact, that was one erotic fuck session. When I was begging for that second load, once I knew what it contained, I begged and pleaded like I never have before. Something in my very soul was driving me to accept that fucked up cum and bug into my ass. What the hell would you have done?

So twisted -my dick is throbbing and my ass is hungry! I would love to do this!

Chapter 9 They weren´t exactly gentle with me at this point anymore. And they didn´t need to be. I was another boy in their collection, as I realized later, and they knew exactly what they were doing. They had somewhat explored and guessed what I had and hadn´t done and driven me over several edges and limits already. And they knew I could and would take their cocks eventually, fueled by the chems they had given me. So here they were, enjoying the fruits of their recent labor. Taron was giving me a fucking that varied from steady, rhythmic deep thrusting to hard stabs and going in and out of my hole completely, sometimes digging himself through both of my sphincters with one thrust, when I was relaxed enough. Jamal used my mouth by guiding it up and down his cocks, holding it down or outright fucking into my lips. Occasionally he would let me take over to do what he liked, giving me commands like “Only the head now!”, “More vacuum!” or simply “As deep as you can! Impale your face baby!”. Needless to say I did what he said. And especially with the last command got a lot of help from Taron´s sharp thrusts into my rear end, pushing my head down Jamals wonderful shaft almost by itself. I was fucked up and in heaven. A situation I, normal naughty, maybe a little kinky bottom guy, hadn´t ever expected to be in. “Let´s switch! I wanne pound that pussy, too, after all the work we put into opening it up!” Jamal said to Taron, who gave me a few more thrusts and then reluctantly withdrew. “Shame… it´s so soft, hot and opened up by now. Perfect to slide into raw and make your cock feel so fucking good!” Taron said. Right… so much about condoms, I thought. While Jamal got off the bed, Taron came up to me, sighed, then looked at me and grinned. “Actually… we´re gonna make this a lot of fun, too, right? Get on your back boy and let your head hang over the side! I not only want to look into your eyes, while I sink my cock into your pretty face, I also want all the leverage and control I can get. Trust me, you´ll enjoy this, too!” he grinned. I knew the position and gulped. Well, not like I was really gonna object, right? So I got into the position required of me, my head hanging off the bed. Taron paused for a second, got my head up a little and held the poppers under my nose with a nod. I took two hits into each nostril and got down into my position again. He then wasted no time, his cock already poking at my lips, so I naturally opened up to let it slide in, starting to feel the poppers high. Taron pushed a bit forward, but made sure not to go too crazy from the start, which I was thankful for. He made sure, though, to be in total control, by pinning my arms to my sides with my hands. “Fuck, this is gonna be a treat…” he muttered, sliding down into my throat now with every thrust. Meanwhile Jamal had observed the whole act with a wide grin, jerking his cock and now took my legs, placed them above his shoulders and pushed his cock against my hole. I was in a good high now from the poppers, so I gave my best to open up to his even thicker meat. After some slow and steady knocking against my hole, he could finally hit home. And the next part of this crazy night started.

The feeling of pain rippled through my body, followed by the heavy weight on top of me. My arse was full and stretched like never before. Like sandpaper to the rough edges of a wood plank, my inner walls gripped Matt’s ridged cock with every thrust. Matt ferociously pumped into me. How did I get here? I suddenly felt guilty for cheating on my partner. But was I? I didn’t intend this. I wasn’t looking for it. But as much as it hurt, I yearned for it. I craved it. Matt’s lips cupped my neck like a baby to a nipple and sucked intimately on my skin. The sting, mixed in with the rippling pain from my stretched-out arse, clouded my mind from any sensibility. Matt had no intent of letting me go yet. I dragged my dry red eyes down Matt’s sunburnt hairy back to his pasty white arse cheeks, seeing them tighten and retract with every thrust he made. It was then that the rough grinding to my inner walls turned to a slick, lathered feeling. Did he cum? No. His pace remained consistent and forceful, with no concern for my comfort. The air had an aroma of my arse; I worried that it was unclean. But it was clear that Matt did not care. He wanted to fuck. Fuck hard. I moaned in pain and pleasure. The thought of my partner returned to me. This stranger was fucking me. ‘Are you wearing a condom?’ I stammered under my groggy breath. Matt’s hold tightened. I felt a sudden shift in his pace. It shortened and quickened. His suction to my neck tightened. He was biting. Then Matt released his lips from my tender neck. ‘Uuh…Aah.’ My hole painfully stretched slightly further with every pump of his cock. He kept moving in and out of me. It felt like eons as he unloaded. I prayed that he was wearing a condom. Then he stopped, and I felt his tense body relax as he settled his total weight on top of my body. The room was slightly spinning. The drugs were still rife in my system. Matt lifted himself off me. I felt his ridged cock pull away from my hole. My inner walls were still gripping for dear life. Then I felt the head of his cock grip my outer ring. The pain made it clear that his knob was more prominent than his shaft as it broke past, releasing that stretched feeling. ‘Argh!’ It hurt like hell as I felt my walls retract to what I could only hope was its normal size, but it was too slow to prevent the feeling of a cum seeping out. The scent of my arse in the air intensified. Matt lifted himself to his knees. His naked, masculine body was beaming down on me. My dry eyes admired his leathery, hairy body as I trailed down his v-cut to his slick cock. It wasn't dirty, just slick from his man juices. He wasn’t wearing a condom. Matt tossed me another bottle of water and my pants as he lifted himself off the bed. ‘Where are my jocks?’ ‘You won’t need them.’ I needed to rehydrate quickly, so I undid the pre-opened bottle and gulped down the foul-tasting liquid. ‘There is G in this.’ ‘Finish it, boy. Your night is not done yet.’ He said as he lifted his pants over his bare arse cheeks while tucking his semi-hard, slick cock inside. I fell in and out of consciousness. Time was passing by. People. Men talking at me, not to me. I was no longer in the small room. I had the feeling I was no longer at the club. Was Shawn there? I couldn’t tell. I worked all my strength to gain vision of my surroundings. My environment was different. There were men everywhere. Their attire was different. Minimal. Shirtless hairy torsos illuminated by neon lights and hazy smoke. I was at a club, but not the same club I was at before. ‘You are at a leather bar. Relax, kid.’ I heard the familiar voice of Shawn. ‘Welcome back. Matt got you fucked up, ey.’ ‘What, why?’ My head was spacy and incoherent. ‘Stop asking questions you know the answers to.’ He patted me on the back. ‘This is where I leave you. Have the night of your life.’ I watched Shawn disappear into the crowd of half-naked men. I dragged my feet to the bar and squeezed between what I could only describe as furry bears. I felt the pointy studs of a leather harness wrapped around one of the furry bears’ bodies scrape against my arm as I slumped over the sticky, alcohol-stained bar. The bear turned to my side. ‘Watch yourself, little boy. These things are sharp.’ I could smell the overwhelming scent of sweat and sex in the air. The music beat so loud it prevented my mind from concentrating. But I could feel the bear eyeing me off intensively. ‘Nice hickey. Looks like you have been having a good night.’ ‘Apparently, it is not over.’ Did I say that? ‘We have a ripe one here, Barry.’ He commented to the bear on my other side. ‘He looks a little out of it. Did you take something, young man?’ Barry wrapped his arm over my shoulder. ‘Yeah. Matt made me smoke and drink… Um… Well, you know.’ ‘Who the fuck is Matt?’ ‘Is he your boyfriend.’ ‘No. He is… Actually, I don’t know who he is. He fucked me.’ Both bears laughed simultaneously. ‘We have a slutty one here.’ The first bear chuckled in his burly voice. ‘You are sticking with us, little one.’ Barry’s arms pulled me under his sweaty armpit. I felt the moisture slather across my face and lips as I got a taste of Barry’s saltiness. The drugs kept pulling me in and out of awareness. I knew the Bears were talking to me and asking me questions. But I could only half tell what was being said. I felt a big hand slip between the crack of my arse and a large finger circle my hole. This pushed my face deeper into the other bear’s armpit. ‘He’s wet down there. No condom. You poz, boy?’ ‘What?... huh? Yeah, no condom.’ ‘Ah! Good. Poz boy.’ ‘This little slut boy will be perfect for tonight.’ ‘Eagle Tamers?’ ‘Eagle Tamers.’ Barry nodded. I was lifted from under my arms and carried out of the club. The words Eagle Tamers kept penetrating my mind. I knew I was in a vehicle. I was slumped sideways in the back seat. My head rested on denim wrapped over a thick thigh. There was this familiar, dirty scent, like caked-in cum wafting off the fabric. ‘Eagle Tamers.’ I muttered under my breath. ‘Look who’s coming back to reality, Barry.’ The first bear called out to Barry. ‘What’s Eagle Tamers?’ ‘It is a special cruise club, my little piggy.’ Barry called out from the driver’s seat. ‘Only the nastiest of nasty blokes go there.’ The first Bear added. ‘Tonight is Eagle Tamer’s Quarterly Event party. It is going to be a full house.’ I tried to lift myself off the thick thigh and gain focus. ‘I got to get home. My partner must be worried. Can you take me home?’ ‘To Matt?’ ‘No. My boyfriend –‘ ‘Fuck!’ Barry cut in, ‘this little cumdump is a cheating piglet.’ ‘What a little slut bag.’ The first Bear chuckled. Then passed me a bottle filled with a blue liquid, ‘Drink this.’ I was profoundly dehydrated and gulped every bit. ‘Holly shit! The piglet drank the whole lot.’ Barry laughed. The rest of the drive was a complete blur.

Biting the Bullet (hopefully not the cock) I stood there shaking a little as Des started stripping, with his jacket and t-shirt off first I noticed just how gaunt he really was. I knew at about 6ft he could still handle my 5ft 7 inches. I also noticed dried crusty white patches on his body, I didn't want to know what they were. He took off his boots and his jeans and immediately realised he wasn't wearing underwear, then everything came at once, the smell really was worse than with clothes, the worse smell of dried puke, smegma and BO you could imagine, I also noticed his cock was drooped down about 7 or 8 inches, the one guy I had sucked was only about 7 hard. The other thing I noticed was the 'things' on his cock, they looked a mixture of white puss filled boils the side of garden peas and some scabbed over craters, I'd been curious and seen photos online of diseased cocks before and I'd quickly click off as they made me feel ill. Now I had the real thing 2 feet in front of me. "You gonna strip?" As I said, when in my youth I didn't consider myself attractive and used to get nervous changing for PE, now as a 40 year old balding chubby guy I'd never felt more scared or embarrassed in my life. Again, trying to act cool I followed suit, first my jacket and t-shirt, then my boots, jeans and boxers. Not being massively well endowed would have been even worse a humiliation for me but fortunately for some sick reason I was rock hard. Not that Des was even bothered by this, he put a hand on my shoulder (which nearly made me jump out my skin) and pushed downward, getting the picture I knelt on the filthy sheet and gingerly brought my hand up to lift his cock, futily trying to avoid touchng a scab or boil, I felt him suddenly start to harden in my hand when I heard the voice from above. "Well suck it then" He sounded impatient and I was now worried about pissing him off. Getting closer the smell got worse, I could see he was uncut and the hardness revealed smegma at the base of the large mushroom head. I tried to block off my sense of taste and popped the head in my mouth, swirling my tongue round it, god it was fucking huge. I felt his cock jerk and realised he was getting even harder. He put his hand at the back of my head and pushed me further and not very gentle, my lips moved down past the head, I felt something brush my top lip and realised it was a boil, at the same time I accidentally breathed in and I retched as the smell hit me. The next thing to hit me was his hand across my head "Remember what I said if you puke bitch" I felt my own cock twitch as he called be a bitch and I forced myself to swallow and go further down his cock. Despite my lack of experience and his size I tried my best not to use teeth, I knew it might piss him off but I also didn't want one of those pustules bursting in my mouth. I think I got 3rd of the way when he hit the back of my throat so I pulled back to the head and slowly went forward again, using my tongue again and trying not to gag on the size or notice the taste. After 3 or 4 of these I tried to pick up the pace a bit but I'm guessing was too slow for Des who held the sides of my head and started fucking my mouth, he got rougher and was hitting the back of my throat too often for me to handle, I then made the mistake again of breathing in and felt the bile rise before I could stop it. Fortunately I'd not eaten since the day before but the alcohol made an appearance and I puked up some coke coloured bile, some on the end of his cock, rest on the sheet beneath me. I then felt a hard smack across my head. "Told you not to fucking puke bitch, where's my fucking 20!" I fumbled over to my jeans and pulled out £20 and gave him it. "I'm sorry! I just don't have much practice!" I didn't want to piss him off by mentioning the smell. "You ain't sucked much cock or just big ones?" To emphasise he grabbed his cock and swung it a little, I could see the full size now and it had to be 10 or 11 inches! "I've only sucked one cock" I admitted to him, things were getting very real now, my throat hurt and I was scared of either him hurting me or being thrown out. He grabbed my hair and forced me to look up at him. "What, ever??" I just nodded in embarrassment. "What about fucked?" This time I shook my head. He stood there for a moment and then knelt down still holding my hair. "What?! You telling me your a fucking virgin paying a diseased homeless guy to fuck you??" I wanted to cry, my cock rapidly shrinking in humiliation, I was shaking badly. "I just really want it..." I said, more pathetically than anything in my life. He let out this nasty laugh, told me to open my mouth, thinking he was going to stand and have me suck him again I was shocked when he hawked a load of phlegm in my mouth then covered my mouth with his hand. "Swallow it!" After 3 attempts to get my throat working again I did. "You're a more fucked up faggot than I was, lucky for you I still want to fuck something, get your head in the tent, on your hands and knees!" All the searching, false starts, Covid delays, cowardice and here I was about to get what I'd been looking for for 20+ years.

Biting the Bullet I had made my way to the cash point and decided to withdraw £100, I then went to a nearby office license quick and bought 2 cans of Jack and Coke, I drunk one straight down to steady myself, the second I drank on my way to the area he mentioned, I went behind some shops, most were derelict, they had flats above, some looked used, some didn't, light was low but manageable thanks to a street light that must have been for when cars parked there. I noticed each old shop had its own gated bin area and I think each was being used by homeless as their own shelter. I got to the one Des had mentioned and knocked, I didn't know if I should just enter but I waited until he unlatched it and gestured for me to go in. It was about 12 feet long by a feet wide, just enough to fit two commercial size bins. He had some blue plastic sheeting over some dirty cloth bedding and 2 poles holding it up like a tent. The smell here was worse but the buzz from the alcohol made it bearable. "Didn't think you'd actually come, you got the money?" I reached into my pocket and gave Des the £50 I had seperated, he held it out as he talked. "OK, now listen fella, firstly, I told my mate next door I got someone coming in to fuck, like I said before you try some shit or call rape and he'll come over and we'll beat the shit outta you" I nodded, swallowing hard, trying my hardest not to say anything to get me in trouble or Des to change his mind. "Second, I don't just have HIV I've got aids which means my hiv isn't treatable, last time I saw a doc he reckoned I'd be dead by now, fuck knows why I'm not but that's that, I've also got some shit on my cock, other diseases and shit, I don't know what but if you don't want it this is your chance to take your money and fuck off" If my mind spun earlier this was my entire head doing 360s. If I say yes I'll have a highly diseased cock inside me, I'll get hiv and it probably won't be treatable, a tiny part of the coward reared it's head but my other head stood to attention and that one decided for me once and for all, i risked opening my mouth. "I don't know if this makes me worse or not but you telling me that just makes me want it more" He looked at me to see if I really was serious then pocketed the money. "I warned you, I don't have anywhere to clean up, I know I stink and inside my jeans it'll be worse, but I really wanna fuck something again and once we start we don't stop, I'm not having you pricktease me. I also want you sucking on my cock, I told you it's diseased and fucking rank but if you want things you gotta do what I say. Also this is my home, it's not much but I don't want you wrecking it so if shit gets too much and you puke then I want another £20 for the mess" I was starting to notice the smell again when he mentioned things and I felt nauseous about what I might have to do but I knew I wanted things badly and I'd brought this on myself, so again I nodded and watched as Des started to strip down.

Finding Des Des was I can only describe a quintessential homeless tramp. His clothes looked like he'd worn same ones for years, the smell from him was evident 6 feet away, not just tobacco but damp, BO, puke and god knows what came off him in the most nauseating aroma. His long greying greasy hair and tangled beard made the look complete. It wasn't until he heard me coming and looked up that I realised he was black. "What you want?" Was the blunt question from him. Suddenly I wanted to be anywhere else, away from this stupid quest, away from his stench, away from a guy that might genuinely hurt me. But for some reason, lust? Stupidity? I stayed on the spot and trying to act cool I asked him. "Are you Des" "Depends who's asking" he replies. My heart was thumping in my chest now, how was I going to ask him? "I heard you might be able to help me with something" He took a drag on his rollie and says "Don't know who told you but I don't sell drugs" Did he think I was police? I swallowed and blurted out "No, I heard you were gay". I saw what I thought might be a flash of anger in his eyes, did I have it wrong? Was he about to kick the shit out of me? I was ready to run and starting to panic. "What if I am, no law about it" I breathed an internal sigh of relief, ok, part of the way there. "No, no law, it's cool, I mean, I hoped you were". He laughed an almost incredulous laugh, then hawked a huge load of gob on the grass, before asking "Why? You want a date?" I then realised the laugh was him mocking me, I felt stupid but also a little turned on, I liked him having the power over me like that. I then went for broke.... "I was wondering if you'd fuck me?" He stopped dead, and stood up, I could see in his eyes, he was wondering if this was a joke, or was i setting him up, I got ready to run again, feeling like my heart was gonna explode in my chest, I couldn't take much more, I had to leave yet my feet stayed still. "This some kind of joke? Who fucking told you to say this??" "No-one!" I replied quickly "I'm serious, sorry if this sounds stupid but I've been looking a long time for you to fuck me". I realised what I meant was I've been looking for someone like him to but it came out and didn't know how to correct myself. "I've not fucked anyone in long time, I don't anymore" I looked at him properly now stood up, he was wearing filthy jeans, equally dirty denim jacket and t-shirt that was once white, now yellow and stained. He was thin, probably mostly from being homeless but the face I could see under beard looked gaunt, wasted, I was sure he had aids. "Is it because you're infectious?" Infectious? I really used that word?? I couldn't have said 'cause you have aids' or possibly 'because you have HIV?' As if reading my mind he said "yeah, cause I'm poz, it means I've got HIV" The search me should have been doing cartwheels inside me but it's like I already knew he was, now the analytical side of me was trying to ascertain how to ask him. Oddly enough the coward me was nowhere to be found. "I know what it means, it's why I've been looking for you" There was a moment of confusion on his face. "You looked for me for sex because I'm poz?" Before I had a chance to answer he asked "You a bugchaser?" I'd heard that term on my search but never really thought about it. Was I? Did I want to get sick and be riddled with HIV? I wasn't sure but I knew I wanted the risk and the darkness those detectable represented. "I guess, it's not that simple, I've been looking for HIV guys to fuck and struggling to find one then heard about you" I quickly stopped before I talked myself out of it and lost my chance. "I ain't fucking to give you my bugs" "I'll pay you!" I said without thinking, I knew at some point I might have to pay a guy to infect me (how pathetic am i?) but I didn't know if I definitely would have to, now here I was offering. "I ain't got a room and shower to clean up" I didn't realise until later he was running out of excuses, I was just so determined and felt it was this close! "I don't care, I want it nasty!" Wether it was my using that word 'nasty' or my desperation or seriousness but it's like some switch in him flipped, he dropped his rollie, stepped closer and the smell made me nauseous again but I pushed it down as he got closer like he was whispering a secret to me. "If you want this it'll be 50 quid, you gotta do what I say and if you try some shit or shout rape I'll kick the shit outta you" My heart was in my throat, holy fuck, he actually agreed?? My head was spinning! "Yeah I want this! When? Now? I don't have that much on me" my words were fast and I'd lost my cool but was trying not to put him off" "There's cash point on the main road, I've got a place round that corner" he pointed to a side road. "Go behind an old fried chicken place, green door to a bin area, I'll be there when you get your money, get more out just in case". In case of what? A part of my mind wondered but I was so spun with excitement and nervousness I didn't pay it attention. "I'll be there" With that he got up and left. By now it was starting to get a little dark, was still early but mid autumn the sun was setting early. Holy shit, was this really gonna happen? What if he just took my money and left? What if he beat me up? What if he couldn't get it in me? I was a virgin after all but he didn't know that, do I tell him? Would that stop him? Would he think I was just fucked in the head? These and a million more questions spun round my mind but I knew one thing, this was my chance and i had to see it through.

hey 🐷, will continue this story. This story is obviously now in the fantasy portion, so would love some feedback on direction. I have some ideas, but wouldn’t mind taking the long route to develop the plot. Want to involve more cheating/cuck adventures, so love to hear what you find hot. —- 9. I felt fear and freedom in the silence of that room. I just had the wildest sexual experience of my life in the past couple days. I was still high out of my mind. I didn’t know what time of day it was. I just saw the soft light filtered through the motel curtains that touched the dark blue carpet floors. My body and mind were buzzing from the drugs. Fear washed over me as I didn’t know what to do with myself. High school me always had a plan. Me in that moment, kneeling on the floor saw nothing but the past 48 hours or however long it had been. The cop car. The gang bang. The hotel workers. Telling other Bear I loved him, and strangely meant it? I felt like chaos. Just as strongly as the waves of fear crashed over me, I felt an equally strong wave of freedom wash over me. The two waves colliding, causing soft ripples to dance around each other. Fear and freedom weaving itself, one at times stronger than the other, but constantly flipping. In my high craze, it clicked. I loved this freedom. I was turned on by the chaos. I had nothing to lose. I was a young, fit slut with drugs and no commitment to anyone. So I did the only thing that made sense to me at the time: do more drugs. I loaded the pipe not knowing how much is enough or too much. But I lit it up and smoked. The sound of every inhale was like music to my ears. A hollow whirling followed by visible, cloudy silence of each exhale. Doing drugs on my own in the motel room felt so therapeutic. So right. The room got hazier as I made my way through the pipe. Perhaps I did too much, I thought. The room wasn’t this foggy before so it likely meant I did way more than before. Didn’t matter though. I still had more drugs and no cares. My body was buzzing. My mind racing. My hole throbbing. I needed more cock.

The dude just kept their and let the guy fuck him. The guy didnt last long and then the next guy fucked him too. He just stayed their and let them take him and breed him. He moaned the whole time, you could tell he loved it. After the last top finished with him, the Latino guy walked back in. "I heard there is a new slut", he said He walked over to the dude who was still bent over and slammed in him. The dude moaned and the Latino fucked him hard. He fucked him for a good 20 minutes. He was doing long deep strokes and short and fast strokes. The dude just kept taking it and moaning. "Yeah youre another slut arent you. You need poz dick dont you", he said" "Ughhhh yes fuck me please fuck me hard and give me your poz load please", he moaned and begged "Yeah beg for it cunt", he said He kept slamming into him when finally he shot his load into him. "Ohhh heree take my charged load bitch", he said The dude suddenly started to shake and shot all over. I began sucking him and eating his cum. After all the fucking we were all spent. "Ok boy you and our new friend lets get in the car and go home" Daddy said The new dude whose name was Rick look surprised but happy. We had a new boy at our house.

Part 3. The family reunion the next day was interesting to say the least. It was at my grandmother's house and pretty much all of the family was there. I had driven myself since I had gotten my a hotel room and met my parents and the rest of the family there. My cousin gave me the typical hey long time no see and acted very cool about the fact he had fucked the shit out of me with 3 of his other friends. For most of the reunion I couldn't help myself and kept glancing over at my cousin as he interacted with the rest of my family. Most of the day he would say passing words to me but for the most part left me alone. As the day slowly drew to a close and most of the family started to leave I shot another glance towards my cousin and this time we made eye contact and I noticed a slight grin on his face. Most of the family had left and since I had gotten a rental car I told my parents I would stay and help clean up. At some point as I was cleaning my cousin came over and in a low whisper said "come to the garage". His tone made it out to be more of an order and by the time I had turned around he was already walking away. My heart started to race thinking all kinds of thoughts. I put some dishes away and made my way to the garage. Upon opening the door I let out a small gasp and quickly entered it and closed the door behind me. My cousin was leaning against the car his dick already out of his pants through his zipper. He made eye contact to me and without saying a word just pointed to his dick. Slightly hesitating because some of the family was still in the house I didn't move at first. This obviously irritated my cousin because I heard a low growl from him. Making up my mind I walked over and knelt in front of him. "When I say come you come" he said grabbing my head with force and shoving my face on his dick. My hesitation before obviously made him mad so he was taking it out on me. He shoved his dick in my throat all the way down making me gag since I wasn't prepared. He just grabbed my head and held me there making me choke. Slowly I got my gag reflexes under control and started working his dick on my own volition instead of having him force me. This brought a sigh to my cousins lips and he finally released my head. I looked up into his bright blue eyes as I worked mu tongue on his shaft. Licking up and down all while keeping my lips on his dick. His beautiful man musk permeated my nostrils as I breathed through them so I could keep swallowing his dick. My cousin reached into his pocket and pulled a cigarette our and lit it. "Fuck yeah work that dick" he muttered as he drew on his cigarette. I brought my hand up and started playing with his balls all while sucking him. Suddenly I heard the door behind me open and I stopped in panic. One or my uncles had come into the garage to throw some trash away and he stopped in his tracks. He just stared at us, me with my cousins dick in my mouth. My cousin looks back and just says "hey uncle David" I move to get up but just cousin just grabs my head keeping me in place. Terror runs through me thinking oh shit my uncle is going to tell everyone. But to my surprise my uncle doesn't go back inside and just walks up to us throwing the garbage bag aside. Even more surprising I see that he had actually pulled his dick out of his pants and is starting to stroke it. Then I hear my cousin say " suck uncle David's dick I told him you were amazing and he wants to try it. Aunt Cindy hasn't sucked his dick in ages" I'm still shocked at what's developing but then it dawns on me. My cousin had already told my uncle and had probably told him to come to the garage as well. I turn my head towards my uncle who has a slight beer gut but am greeted with a nice 6 inch mushroom dick to my face. "Your cousin told me how great of a cock sucker you are and I just had to feel for myself. " still not believing what's going on I on auto pilot turn my attention to his dick and swallow it. He let's out a small gasp and a wow as I swallow his dick down to its base. "Holy shit its been so long" he says and I can tell because his dick is oozing precum already. I'm licking and sucking away when I hear my cousin move and starts rearranging the work bench in the garage. "Lay down on here" he orders and I stop sucking my uncles cock and move over. I lay on my back on the bench and my cousin practically rips my pants off. "Lean your head back and suck uncle David's dick again I want some of that pussy again" my uncle comes over and puts his dick back in my mouth as my cousin lifts my legs. He spits in his hand and rubbs his dick before lining it up on my hole. "You really going to fuck him?" My uncle asks and as a response my cousin shoves his dick in me. I gasp with my uncles dick in mouth as I feel my cousins large dick force its way into me. I do my best to relax but it still hurts. My cousin just grunts and pushes harder. Tears enter my eyes as I try to endure the pain all the while my uncles dick is still in my mouth. My cousin starts a rhythmic thrusting making my uncles dick slide in and out of my mouth. Slowly my ass relaxes and I feel more pleasure then pain and start to moan. All the while my uncles dick is rock hard obviously turned in seeing my cousin fuck me. "Fuck uncle David this pussy is tight you need to feel it" my cousin says Jack hammering away. I can barely see my uncles face and can see indecision written all over it. I cam tell dick sucking is one thing but actually fucking his nephew is another. But seeing how much my cousin is enjoying my ass making low growls he finally makes up his mind. He pulls his dick from my mouth and walks around. My cousin is still jack hammering my ass. Pulling all the way out and shvoing back in. Now with my mouth free of my uncles dick I start to let out some moans. My cousin covers my mouth "shut up can't have the family hear you" with his hand on my mouth I feel his big dick hitting all my spots. I try not to make noise but small moans still escape. My uncle is jacking his cock watching my cousin fuck me. With one last hard thrust in I then feel my cousins body shake and feel the familiar pulsing and warmth as he shoots inside me. Finally pulling out he offers my gaping hole to my uncle "go for it feels damn good" my uncle comes around but unlike my cousin doesn't just shove his dick in. He taps it on my hole and slides it on it. I feel his big mushroom head slowly position in my hole and then he enters me. I gasp as his big head slowly pushes in feeling amazing. He let's out a sigh as he pushs all the ball deep. "Fuck it's so warm and tight" he mutters as he does slow strokes in and out of me. My cousin has made his way to my head and shoves his semi hard dick in my mouth. "Clean it off and keep quite" he says. I lick and swallow his dick tasting myself and his leftover cum. My uncle is sliding in and out of me nice and smooth with squishing sounds obviously from my cousins cum. He didn't last long having not had sex for a long time and he feel his mushroom head grow as he suddenly shoots multiple times in me with gasp. After pulling out I can tell he has the post cum regrets as he doesn't say a word zips up and leaves the garage. My cousin just laughs as he pulls his dick out of my mouth and also zips up. He walks inside leaving me on the bench still reeling from what happened. Two of my relatives have now fucked me.

Part 2 Hey sorry it's been awhile with all that's going on in the world I haven't been able to post much but here is a continuation of what happened So after this incident I didn't hear much from my cousin. I left back home and thought that the most that would come of it was a hot memory. I was very wrong. I wasn't able to make the next family reunion but the year after that I got a message from my cousin out of the blue. "Hey cuz didn't see you last year, you better make it this year" was all it said. Heart racing I didn't know how to respond. I was busy with work and didn't have much time off. So I texted him back saying that I was busy and didn't know if I could could it. His response "that wasn't a question it's an order. This cock needs serviced and i haven't been able to find a hole as tight as yours. One of my friends recently got released and he wants to try it out as well" . That sealed it, no matter what I would go this year. Fast forward and it's the week of the family reunion. I was able to take time off and convinced my boss I needed to see family with how crazy the world is. I told my cousin and he basically told me to get a hotel room because before seeing anyone else he had first dibs and was bringing his friend. Once in Ohio I got a hotel and sent the address to my cousin. My heart was racing just thinking about it. I still felt slightly guilty that a relative was going to fuck me but it was also hot as fuck. I made to be fully prepped this time. Cleaned out and pre lubed. The time that he said he would show soon came and past. I didn't know what to think, he wasn't responding to my texts. Thinking he changed his mind I decided to just get ready for bed. I laid down and soon passed out. I was woken up later in the middle of the night to banging on my hotel room door. Not really knowing what was going on I got up and put some shorts on and went to the door. Upon opening the door I'm bombarded with a strong alcohol stench. Standing in the door is my cousin very much drunk but what surprised me was behind him was not just one guy but 3 other guys. All of them were very fit tall white guys with tattoos all over their arms. Without saying a word my cousin walks in and brings the guys in. "This the faggot I was telling you about" he slurs pointing to me. At this point I'm freaking out. I wasn't expecting this many guys and they were all very much drunk. Turning back to me he says "brought some more friends they overheard us at the bar and wanted to join" one of his friends a bald bear with tattoos and a bikers jacket walks right up to me. He has this weird look in his eyes and says straight up. Don't get the wrong idea faggot. None of us are gay but we all know how to use a hole from when we were convicted. At this point he not so gently shoves me to my knees and shoves my face in his crotch. The rest of the guys have spread out in my hotel room making themselves comfortable. I didn't get much of a choice to see the rest because this bear has grabbed my head and is rubbing it on the front of his pants. I feel his dick grow and my heart is racing. A part of of is scared but more so I'm excited. He unbuttons his jeans and ordered me to lick his bulge. A strong smell of musk and man sweat hits my face turning me on more. Without hesitating I start sucking on his bulge growing in his boxers. He makes a low growl and laughs turning to my cousin. "I see he takes orders well" my cousin just laughs and says "wait till you feel his ass" at this point the bear rips his boxers off and slaps me in the face with a nice big mushroom head dick. "Open your mouth" he orders and doing as in told I'm met with him shoving his dick in it. I'm gagging at first at how rough he is and he just laughs. Holding my head he shoves his dick all the way in till his pubes are tickling my nose. His strong man musk is intoxicating and I control my gag reflex to let him all the way in. He groans more and says "good boy" he continues to face fuck me as I start to hear the sounds of clothes being removed from the other guys. Suddenly he pulls out and I gasp for air. The bear pulls away and orders me to get on all four on the bed. At this point I get a good view of the ofher guys. My cousin had still continued to work out and was still looking amazing. He had his 7 1/2 dick in his hand and a cigarette in the other. Another guy was a blond guy with tattoos covering his entire chest. He had an average dick but it looked thick as fuck. Surprisingly the third guy was smaller than the other guys height wise but his body was ripped and covered in a dusting of black hair. The most impressive thing was his huge cock dangling between his legs. He still wasn't hard and was chugging a bear but even soft it must have been close to 6 or 7 inches. He laughed as he saw my eyes widen at it and grabs it "don't worry it gets bigger" At this point I finally get on the bed on all fours. The bear gets behind me and rips my shorts off exposing my ass. He whistles and gives it a hard slap. I gasp in pain and feel my cheeks stinging and they all just laugh. My cousin works his way on the bed and puts his hands behind his head and beckons to me. "Just like the first time right faggot. Come suck my cock" I crawl up to him licking my lips My eyes locked on his gorgeous cock. I begin to lick his cock and suck it. He groans and takes a long drag on his cigarette. As I'm sucking his cock one of his friends I'm not sure who starts playing with my ass. I feel his rough hands feeling my ass up and playing with my hole. "Oh damn look this bitch is already lubed up" a rough voice says. My cousin laughs and blows smoke into my face making me cough. "Seems like someone was ready for us "he says. I continue to suck his dick as his friend spreads my cheeks. I tense up and moan when I feel a rough finger enter me. His finger scratches my hole and it feels rough. At this point the other guys have all surrounded me and are stroking their dicks. My cousin gets up as says "I get first shot at his hole. After all he is family and I get first dibs" he come around and in his place the blond shoves his dick in my mouth. My cousin positions himself behind my hole and spits on it. I then feel his cock head placed on my hole and I out of habit push back on it. He just laughs and suddenly shoves all the way in me making making whimper and tense up. Deep in me he let's out a low growl and says "fuck this faggot is tight. Just how I remember. " at this point I'm whimpering and in pain. Trying to control my breathing and relax. Suddenly a bottle is placed under my nose. The short guy with the big dick has found my poppers and gave them to me. "Sniff" a part of me is surprised he even knows what they are for and more so that he gave them to me but I didn't question it. I take a deep sniff and feel my head start to spin and my heart rate increase. My hole losens up and the pain starts to subside. "Keep sniffing" he says to me keeping the bottle under my nose. All the while my cousin is still deep in me fucking me with long strokes. I continue to sniff going into that popper induced haze and lose myself. I'm loving the feeling of my cousins dick in me and the big cock in my mouth. Suddenly my cousins let's out of snarl and I feel his body tense and I know he is blowing his load in me. He falls on top of me shuddering. Finally he pulls out and stands up grabbing another cigarette and slaps my ass. "Who's next" he says. The blond guy walks up and without saying a word shoves his thick dick in me. He is definitely thicker than my cousin but not as long. It slides in relatively easy with the help of my cousins lube. All the while I'm still sloppering away on who I realize is the bears cock. As the blond pounds away the bear Suddenly grabs my head and shoves his dick deep in my throat and moans. His dick pulsates and his load is forced down my throat. I lightly gag but for the most part I swallow all of it. "Damn I didn't want to bust in his mouth" he says reluctantly as he pulls out of my mouth. Having seen his friend bust in my mouth must have sent the blond over the edge because he suddenly shudders and shoves deep in me blowing his load. Pulling out all three of them pull away and it's the short guys turn. Turning my head I see a massive cock which must have been 9 or 10 inches. Surprisingly he doesn't shove in but teases my hole. The other three guys egg him on but he still just gently caresses my hole with his dick. My cousin as places himself back in front of me and tells me to suxk his cock again. He says he wants to get hard and fuck my loose hole last. At this point the short guy slowly enters me and I moan. He reaches around and places the poppers under my nose again. I take a deep hit as he shoves his huge cock in me. I moan and enjoy every moment of it. I then focus back on my cousins cock which is soft but slowly growing as the short guy starts to pump away. Unlike the other three he is surprisingly gentle and stops everytime I tense up. At this point I'm oozing precum myself. He starts to fuck faster and faster once he knows I can handle it and I'm moaning as my mouth sucks my cousins now hard cock. The short guy fucks away and eventually growls finally blowing his load in me. Pulling out my cousin gets right back behind me and shoves his dick right in. Having been used to the gentle fuck of the short guy I wince at the abrupt fuck of my cousin. He just let's out a growl and says how I'm definitely not tight anymore. At some point the blond and the bear had gotten dressed and high fived my cousin as he is fucking me telling him how they enjoyed his little faggot. They leave but the short guy stayed behind. My cousin is grunting away fucking me and the short guy continues to feed me poppers. Lasting much longer this time my cousin finally cums for the second time letting out a deep growl before pulling out. Slapping my ass one last time he starts to get dressed. "See you at the reunion tomorrow cuz" he says as he walks out. The short guy follows behind him but before leaving he actually asks me if I'm ok. I tell him I'm fine and he smiles at me. He walks out with my cousin but before leaving winks at me. I'm slightly surprised by this but don't think much of it. Once all of them leave I then notice a piece of paper on the side of my bed. A note was left "when I heard about you from your cousin I just knew I had to meet you. Thanks and if you ever want to meet up here is my number Andy"

For some reason, I though that Truman had "signed off" on the 22nd Amendment (term limits for POTUS). My bad. Not totally that far off the mark, though, considering I'm in American ...

I agree 100%. To me it's the most intimate connection you can have with another human. Him literally inside me, and then leaving his DNA in me to be absorbed by my body.

Hour ago, Group of Black men Ran a train on me. had me on all fours on the floor of a dirty apartment, took 8 Loads up my Ass , Swallowed 6 more

And yet we do that all the time, in everyday life. "I want to get burgers for lunch today, but if most of y'all don't want that, my second choice is Chinese. What I really don't want is Indian." And so on. We rank our favorite flavor from a group. We rank our favorite songs from a list. It requires a bit of thought, yes. But that shouldn't be a deal-killer, especially if it results in the candidate who's most acceptable to the most people winning.

Many times at Saunas or out crusing I have picked up condoms full of random guys cum and used them as lube for bottoms in slings etc also at sauna lick and eat any loads on floor or dribbling down glory hole walls

I love being rimmed and have a new experience with a bud of mine that doesn't want me to shower before he rims me. The first time he did it he came up and kissed me. It was so hot tasting what he tasted

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

To be owned by a rough dom top that slams me daily, keeps me in a cage and sells my twink body. The more gross the guy the less they pay. Money goes to my master and he uses it for bigger toys or T

Took 17 loads this weekend. I’m so proud to be a slut cum dump.

Chapter 4: the cage Father's perspective Bugdom, 2050. "I'm fed up", my son complained; "...of all these restrictions. You can invite friends home and I can't, your body is hairy and you want to shave me!" His protests didn't make the difference and I took the electric razor in hand; "you know what happens to whining boys, right? Be good", I grinned at him and started caressing his innocent body. My sweet Elias could really be a warranty for new gifting generation. He wasn't mature enough to upgrade though, I was conscious of all damages an unplanned pozzing could cause to my HIV strain. "Your hands on me feel good", he said while my gaze fell on his hardening member. "Someone's eager to become a man", I smiled and continued massaging his entire body. "Before shaving, it's time to take care of this." "Every morning I wake up finding it hard", Elias said, "and even during the night! Please explain me what it means..." "Life generator, freedom giver!" I grinned again and pulled my pants down setting my own hard dick free. "I'm like you", Eli exclaimed, "I don't understand why you force me to hide it! I would like to know how it works." How I regretted the past! Elias was not born yet when talking about sex, even poz sex, was still legal. "Who cares", I said in the end; "Lay down and let's fix all this mess!" "But what do I have to..." I did not give him time to talk more and guided him down with his back on the cold tiles of the bathroom floor. A few more seconds of doubts, then my mouth was sucking his 18-years-old hardness. "Feels good", he moaned; fuck, I wanted to turn around and shove my own experienced member down his throat but my father role forced me to compose myself to focus on my duty only. "Don't stop", he begged me while my tongue and lips explored his neg boy meat which already started leaking; I insisted to lick, kiss and suck till Elias could not hold himself. "STOP, GAME OVER", I commanded him taking my lips off him in time. He shot a huge load, spraying cum everywhere and I forced him down to lick it all clean. His organ went soft quite soon; licking the floor was clearly disgusting for him so I took the chance to open a drawer, extracting a chastity cage with its key. "I have been a good boy", he protested examining the metal object I was locking his dick into. "Is this the cage you talk about?" I simply shook my head with a reassuring smile: "no, baby, this is to avoid undesired life fluids. They'll stay safe and hidden with this on!" Now my son was ready and I finally started shaving his body, with him facing the mirror. I wanted Elias to be aware of his transformation in real time. "Being a man implies heavy responsibilities and you're not ready", I explained caressing his now smooth skin; "and the metal you feel down there is a shield against enemies, understood?" "But for radiations I already take the pills, what's this..." "Meds are for internal protection, the shield is for external! Now come, honey, get dressed and we must go to the President's ceremony." "Dressed?" he questioned me, his eyes open wide. "No! If he turns 100, I turn 18, it's a good chance to go out all naked! No longer restrictions, dad, I'm an adult..." A mix of anxiety, fear, worry, every bad sensation suddenly caught me and I lost control; I grabbed his wrist firmly pulling him through the bathroom door, until I reached the living room; Sharon was no longer there so I took advantage of the situation for a man-to-man talk. "Useless electron", I shouted; "I didn't want to make this choice but you forced me. For what you said, you deserve punishment!" "I was joking", he tried to find an excuse. "I am just enjoying being naked around the house like you do, and I'd stay this way anywhere." "You have no idea how much I'd love you to experience freedom like I did when I was your age but times have changed and I must protect you..." He looked at me with his sweet pleadidng eyes. Damned Elias, he always managed to corrupt me that way! "This gaze", I whispered at him; "means you got something important to ask me. Come on, spit it out! I bet you'd like to avoid the ceremony, don't you?" It was not the first time he made me skip that kind of events; fate brought my Eli to this world the same day of President's birthday, and my position as a cop gave me chances to invent new excuses to cover my ass. But after more than 20 years of fake reasons, what else could I find? I really had nothing to think about, without making authority suspicious. "We won't skip the party this year", he surprised me. "I need to confront this old fart head-on, and tell him what I think of nonsense he says and does. I want to look him straight into his eyes!" Breathless, that's the word best describing my feeling; my son had acquired my own same determination! Part of me wanting him to rise against the State, but rationally I was conscious about all risks he was running. "Eli, my love, keep calm", I hugged him from behind holding his body close to mine. "As I said, one step at a time. Life is long..." "I'll come to ceremony properly dressed", he looked at me with a new light into his eyes. "But first explain me this story of electrons and protons. Or, or..." "Or what!" I grabbed his wrists againd and squeezed firmly; until he lived into my house and negative blood was flowing through his veins, I had full power on him. "Or I take advantage of President's question and answers time! Just make me learn a few words..." How could I explain our different status in a few words, how could I make him aware of my HIV's role in this world when he couldn't afford it yet? "It's difficult to shorten, honey! And time is almost up", I just said. "I'll tell you tomorrow, during breakfast. At the table with mom, she's better than me in talking..." He cleared his throat, shaking his head: "you and mom, I heard you talking about this for years..." My face turned red and I hardly contained myself. "Proton and electron. Have these words something to do with gifter? Why mom calls you like that and I can't?" I always considered my boy as smart but I couldn't expect him to connect dots so quickly. "It's a nickname we got from young age", I lied. "Something to do with the ring I gave her when we first dated. Nothing special, it was a silver ring I could afford at those times." "And milk", he insisted. "She told you she had to pause me up with her milk and you didn't let her..." No way, my liar days had definitely gone since long, without me even noticing; Eli had really become an adult but the risk was really too high to accept. "Toxic milk, scorpions on her breasts, dad please... I no longer believe in fairy tales!" The situation turned definitely out of control, hard to admit that my son was not easy to manipulate; so I let him talk. "Pause makes no sense. I have read somewhere about scorpions related to a power, called poz! Not PAUSE! Gimme a fucking explanation NOW! Or..." "Or the fuck NOTHING!" He was evidently no longer joking, I couldn't allow him to dare asking the president such questions or give him the responses he wanted as well. We remained silent for some seconds while the clock over our heads signed 11:30 in the morning then, without looking at him, I took a set of keys from the living room's drawer. "I have two news, Elias", I told him moving the keys from a hand to another, his face turning suddenly sad. "One bad, one good. The good is you skip the ceremony because we would be half an hour late, and the bad..." I soundly shook the keys in front of him and grabbed his arm with my free hand. "It's cage time, Eli. Seriously. For your own safety. Matter of life or death for all of us."

**Seasons Greetings, Everyone** My eyes dart to Dad, then to Grandpa, then back to Dad; bewildered. “It’s time for you to join our little family tradition.” As Dad squats down to look me square in the eye, his robe comes wide open. No pretenses of modesty anymore. A glistening string of pearls oozes from a metal ring protruding from the hood of his cock. My breath is caught in my throat. What the fuck is going on here?! Dad pulls my head up to look me in the eye. “This is why you haven’t been allowed to come with us all these years. We had to wait until you were of age. Trust me – I wanted to bring you out here and join us much sooner.” Grandpa could see the confused look on my face. “It’s a special elixir that will make this Christmas festive.” “You’re gonna love it, Baby Bro,” Ronnie said. His body radiated a frenzied energy, as though he had seen Rudolph outside in the snow. “It’s gonna make you so…” “Zip it, Robbie,” Dad says as he reaches inside Robbie’s robe and gives his nipple a hard tweak. “Do you trust me?” Dad grabs a firm hold of my chin, directing my eyes into his piercing gaze. I am frozen in place, in shock. I want to pull my head away, but it is as though he clenched his hand around my inner being. “You have a choice,” he says. His demeanor shifts and I am taken back to my youth whenever he reprimanded me, lording his authority over me. “You stay here, go through our little ritual, and join our clan. If you stay with us, I promise you it will be the best decision you ever make. Otherwise, you go up to your room, gather your stuff, and bring it downstairs. You will be locked down in the basement, spending the rest of your time down there alone.” “Please stay, Baby Brother! Please stay! I’ve been counting down the minutes to this moment!” Robbie is practically bouncing up and down. “It’ll make sense soon enough.” Grandpa says, picking up the syringe. He strokes the side of my face. “Please stay, Baby Boy. Show Santa what a good boy you are.” “Uhhh…I guess.” What the hell was I supposed to say with their eyes staring at me intently, full of giddy hope, yearning, and Dad’s stern paternal stare?! Whatever it is they have in mind, they really want me to be a part of it. That much is abundantly clear even as nothing else makes sense. Still, the peculiar way everyone has been acting this morning has me more than apprehensive. “Good, Baby Boy! You know Dad loves you so very much and is so excited to go on this journey with you.” Just then, the front door busts open, letting in a blast of swirling snow and frozen air. “Ho Ho Hooo-oh good, we didn’t miss it!” “Papaw!” Robbie runs over to greet our great-grandfather, the eldest living member of the McKinley family. I pull my robe closed tight against the harsh wind howling inside. “We thought we would never make it.” Uncle Tom slams the door closed, bracing against the onslaught of wind and snow. Carrying a pair of bags, he stomps the snow off his boots. “Fucking storm canceled all incoming flights. We drove through the night, inching along at points. Almost thought we were going to get stranded as this second front moved in, but here we are.” “I wouldn’t miss the christening of my Baby Boy to save the world.” Papaw says, giving me one of his crushing bear hugs. “You did say yes, didn’t you, Baby Boy?” “I mean…I don’t know what I said yes to.” “To the best day of the rest of your life,” Uncle Tom says with a hug before embracing Dad, Grandpa, and Robbie. “I’m going to take our bags up to our room. Don’t start without me.” “Wouldn’t dare, Big Bro,” Dad says, kissing Uncle Tom as he passes by. I am thoroughly confused…especially as I adjust my hardening cock to conceal it in my robe. I’ve known for a while I’m attracted to boys. No, take that back, men. My classmates never did it for me. But their dads… But my own dad?!? I look over to see Grandpa remove his green velvet vest, revealing the expanse of salt-and-pepper fur covering his chest. A pair of silver rings adorn his nipples. Dad shucks his robe and I see he has a similar, but smaller pair of rings. I look to my left. Robbie the same. “Like the rings, Baby Boy?” Dad reaches out and puts one hand on Robbie’s chest, the other on Grandpa’s and starts rolling the rings in his fingers. “You’ll get yours soon enough. And many more.” I notice a glint from below. Metal also adorns the heads of their cocks as well, increasing in size with each generation. Grandpa’s has to be as big around as my pinky! Dad and Uncle Tom’s the size of a pencil; Robbie’s a little smaller than that. “Now it’s official,” Uncle Tom announces, bounding the stairs. Not only does he have a set of rings matching the rest of the men in my family, but he’s also got one in his nose. “Almost forgot.” Papaw reaches into the pocket of his jeans and pulls out another set of rings and hands them out. Dad, Grandpa, and Robbie proceed to put them in their noses – again tapering in size from generation to generation. “I’m so proud of my boys.” What portal into the Twilight Zone did I enter this morning? And why am I so aroused? “We put them in this time of year as a reminder of our bond.” Grandpa stands behind me and grabs the shoulders of my robe and slips it down my body. “And to remind everyone of their place in my hierarchy.” Papaw reaches up and grabs Grandpa’s nose ring, pulling him in for a kiss. “Today, you earn yours.” Papaw turns his attention from me to his duffel bag, pulling out a set of orange-capped needles, setting them on the end table Dad moved to my side. He then pulls out a small, black case. Inside is a small vial with even more needles. Robbie rubs his hands together again. “Okay, Baby Boy. Why don’t you climb into the sling?” Dad pats the suspended sheet of thick leather. They ease me back onto the cold leather slab as the fire crackles in front of me, radiating heat. A stark contrast to the snow accumulating outside in the winter wonderland. It’s surprisingly comfortable; like a small hammock. I hear Papaw rummaging through his bag. He pulls out a mass of black leather and metal. “This will keep you safe and secure.” He passes one to each of the others standing at either corner of the frame. “It’s not too late, Baby Boy.” Dad stands in front of me, placing a hand on my shivering belly. “The choice remains yours. Stay and accept what’s coming or be banished to the basement and ostracized from the clan; never welcome back for another Christmas again.” All my life I admired the bond between these special men in my life. Try as I might, I just couldn’t seem to penetrate their inner circle to feel truly a part of the group. I was super jealous when they came home three Christmases ago. I could tell, in the moment I first saw he and Dad interact - I was now the lone outsider. If this was my one chance to join the camaraderie, I wasn’t going to let that window close. We lock eyes. The crackle of energy is palpable. He stares into my soul, and I can feel him connect, locking on tight. I nod my head, unable to form words. “That’s my Baby Boy!” Dad picks up his mass of leather. The four of them shackle my wrists and ankles. I am tethered to the chains, minus my right arm. Papaw takes Dad’s place in between my legs. “Give me your right arm.” He grabs hold, rotating it, wrist up. Grandpa rips open a small packet with a white square inside. The smell of rubbing alcohol fills my nostrils. He wipes the inner crook of my arm. Papaw uncaps the syringe, eyeing the tip and rotating it to his satisfaction. He leans in and I feel the prick of the needle. Robbie holds a tight grip on my wrist. “Look at me, Baby Boy.” I turn to face Papaw. His face has turned sinister, almost scary. “You no longer have any say what happens to you this weekend. Or for the rest of your life, really. I own you now. Merry Fucking Christmas, faggot. And welcome to my clan.” After Papaw pushes the contents of the needle into my arm, Robbie swiftly pulls my wrist back and locks it into place above and behind me then grabs the alcohol square and presses on the injection site. The four men circle the sling, looking down at me with eager anticipation and sadistic grins on their faces. Robbie rubs his hands together. They all look like they’re expecting something to happen and for a second I wonder what it’s all about. And then it hits me. First, the bottom of my throat sends me into a convulsive coughing fit. I try to bring my hands to my face to cover the coughs, but only meet resistance. “What did you give me?!” As the coughing fit subsides, my breathing becomes shallow. I panic, gasping shallow breaths. “Shh, Baby Boy. Just ride the wave of me taking control of your body from the inside,” Papaw says, nodding to Dad who reaches around from behind, rolling my nipples in his fingertips. The only way I can describe is like a smoldering sheet of paper burning from the outside in, consuming it. An electric heat spread through my body, consuming my insides as it worked its way through my system. The burning came to completion, tickling and tantalizing my asshole. I wriggle and write in the sling. I try to pull my hands free to touch myself; my cock, my face, my stomach; to touch ANYTHING! “You aren’t going anywhere anytime soon, Baby Boy.” Dad’s pinch on my nipples dug deeper as he twisted and pulled.” “Oh Dad…” “Merry Christmas, faggot. Now give yourself over to Papaw like the rest of us.”

11 Oral. Next door neighbor and a close friend of my family got me started sucking him off every day, as soon as I got home from school. At first, I was really nervous, but I quickly got over that, and I couldn't wait to suck him off every day. 13 Anal. Same next door neighbor showed me how to hose out my hole. He was very patient with me, allowing me to slowly take more and more of his cock (I thought it was HUGE). Before long, I was able to take a good pounding. Good memories.

At dinner i told him what happened at the clinic. He said he was proud on me holding off from letting another man fuck me. He said he knows how wet and horny i get and am such an easy fuck. I told him it was difficult but that i wanted to please him my Daddy and i wanted to have his and only his baby. He smiled and leaned over and kissed me softly. I opened my mouth and sucked in his tongue and grabbed his hard cock. Me reciting the story must have made him horny. I pushed his seat back and turned my back to him while holding on to his mammoth meat and sat on his cock and rode him. His cock felt so good in me. It was just the pleasure of feeling him so deep in me or the way he stretched my pussy but it made me emotionally feel complete of being filled by him and his seed. I kept riding him. He could tell my legs were getting tired so he picked me up and put me on the couch while still keeping him in me and then started to pound my ass. "Feels good doesn't it. I bet you were so wet at the clinic and horny. You needed Daddy's cock in you didn't you my little whore", he said "Ohhhh yes, my pussy was so wet i wanted to get fucked so bad. I am such a slut now. Its hard for me to refuse getting fucked. You've turned me into a total whore Daddy, I hope i am making you happy.", i moaned back "Yes you are. This is only the beginning. I am going to make you into a total slut and whore.", he said pounding me After a 10 minute solid pounding he finally nutted another load into me. He pulled out and i cleaned him up. I went into the bedroom to get my plug to keep his baby juice in me. We finished dinner and then watched some TV and talked. I told him i was excited to start school next week and that the college would help me find a job. He told me that would be good and healthcare is a good field to be in. We went to bed as we were both tired from a long day. Daddy had errands to run before work so he left the house early. When i woke up i went online to check my test results and in came back inconclusive. I texted Daddy and he said not to worry it would happen. I went out and did some shopping for supplies for school and some groceries. I also stopped by an adult gay store to pick up some outfits. I was feeling a little sad about the results and needed to feel sexy. I got home put the stuff away and got dressed up. I put on some male black sheer stockings, a light blue satin thong and a tan tight camisole that showed my hard nipples. I also put on light eye shade and a bit of mascara. When Daddy got home i was at the door on my knees. I pulled down his zipper and started sucking his huge cock. "Ohhh my boy is all horny for Daddy's cock huh. Good boy", he said I sucked on his huge meat and sucking on his huge balls too. He got out of his pants and pulled me up lifted me and kissed me deep, our tongues entwined in each others. I wrapped my legs around his waist and he carried me to our bed. He threw me down on the edge of the bed, pulled out the butt plug and while standing at the bottom of the bed he put my legs on his shoulders and rammed into me. I yelped as his cock is still huge but once deep in me i started moaning like a total slut begging him to pound the shit out of me and mark me with his seed. He was ramming me hard and fast. It hurt as was fucking me really hard but i didnt care cause it also felt so good to be filled by his manhood. He ripped my stocking off and starting sucking my feet and toes which drove signals up my spine. He fucked me like that for a while then threw me higher up on the bed flipped me over and sat on my ass and stuck his meat in me. I spread my legs to make it easier for him to get it all in me and he rode me like a bitch in heat pounding my ass. I tried to lift up to meet his thrust but him sitting on me kept me down. I swear i felt his cock in my stomach at this angle and it felt so good. He fucked me on the bed for the next half an hour taking me in many positions. My favorite was missionary with my legs wrapped around his waist trying to pull all of him in me. Our tongues dancing and we kiss and feeling not just his huge cock in me but his body on me felt so incredible and so right. He kept in me stroking my prostate and my 2nd ring i was in bliss and couldn't hold out and i screamed i was cumming and squeezed his cock with my pussy muscles which send him into a frenzy shooting jobs of hot poz cum into my pussy. We stayed like that for another 30 minutes just making out and him grinding his seed in me. When he finally pulled out he removed my cock cage and plug and cum drooled out of my hole. He went down and suck me good suddenly fingering me with first 1 then 2 and finally his whole fist in me. My head fell back my back arched and i tried to push and offer myself to him and get more of his hand in me. He fisted me, scraping my inside, wrecking my prostate and pushing his seed deep in me. He was trying to massage all his cum into the liking of my wrecked cunt. I was in heaven. He kept pushing more of his arm in me and i kept pushing back on him to take more. "Your cunt is so hungry isn't it my whore", he said It was so true, i was driven my the desire of my cunt to be filled and take anything i can get in me. It was both a mental and physical high to be filled. After a while of being fisted i finally came again into his mouth but shooting 6-7 spurts into his mouth. It felt soo good as i haven't shot that much cum in a long while. After a while of just massaging my hole he finally pulled out fist and gave it to me to clean up with my mouth. I also went down on him and cleaned his semi hard cock that still had cum leaking out of it. It was 7p and it was too late for me to finish dinner so we grabbed some burger at the local joint via the drive thru. I went into the car dressed as it. Daddy told me no use dressing up as we would be staying in the car. I looked in the car mirror and my eye shadow smeared a bit and my mascara had run. I wiped up some cum off my cheek. My top was partially ripped, socking ripped but still on my thighs and my panties were also tattered. We go to the drive thru and ordered. When we got to the window Daddy paid. As we were waiting for our food he told me to pull down my panties to the mid thigh and lift my ass of the seat. I did and he suck his finger into my hole and he pulled me down with his finger. "Ride my finger with your wet pussy", he said I slowly gyrated my hips riding his finger. "Hi sir sorry for the wait......ohhh", the drive thru person said He could see my panties, pink cock cage and my gyrating on Daddy's finger. My seat was slightly reclined so i could see his face. He was a cute 19 or 20 year old. "Your food isn't ready yet. Park in stall #1 and I will bring it out when its ready", he said We drove and parked. Daddy reached over and started to play with my nipples and added another finger in my wet cunt. I hungrily sucked up his second finger. Daddy pulled out his cock and i went over and went down on him taking his huge meat in my throat. Five minutes later we heard a knock on the window. "Sorry to interrupt sir. Here is your food.", the clerk said staring at me and Daddys huge cock as i pulled off him. I smiled back at him and started stroking and licking the head of Daddy's cock. "Thank you for bringing our food out. Do you see anything you like", Daddy said to the clerk The clerk shifted what looked like a hard cock. Daddy pulled his fingers out of my ass and presented it me to lick. The clerk just stared as i licked them slowly and teasing. "Get in the back slut", Daddy said I climbed in the back seat and got in the footwell on my knees. "Why don't you get in the back for a quicky. Cmon i can see you are interested.", Daddy said to the clerk He paused them jumped in the back seat. The parking stall was off to the side and in a dark area of the parking lot. When the clerk got in i pulled down his pants and took his good sized cock in my mouth. He smelled of sweat and sucked him all the way into my throat. "Ohhh that feels soo good. I thought you were a woman at first with your outfit but ohhhh yeah", he leaned his head back and moaned "He sucks cock better than a woman doesnt he", Daddy said "Ohhhh yea. His pussy good?", the clerk moaned "Not tonight but maybe another night", Daddy said. I was really good and in another minute he shot 6 huge spurts of cum in my mouth. I swirled it around his cock and swallowed. After he calmed down he pulled up his pants and stared at me. "You are so sexy and beautiful", he said "Thank you", i responded and leaned into kiss him. He kissed me back and then opened the door quickly and said he had to get back to the store. I got back in the front seat and Daddy kissed me. "Good boy" We drove back home and ate our dinner.

Part 5: Sir called out, “Okay guys, let’s go.” I was again lifted and dropped down on the dildo and Houston’s cock several times. Houston only stared at me and smirked as his still hard cock continued to be fucked by my cunt and the rubber cock. I heard Sir, the next time I was balls deep, tell Jose, “Spin him.” Jose took my shoulders while Houston took my hips. Without the dicks being removed, they proceeded to turn me 180 degrees so I was facing out the back of the van. There were six men, in various ages/sizes/cleanliness, etc. I knew what was cumming. I thought I did at least. Each guy, in turn, entered the van and rammed their dick down my throat. Each man, with not a clean crotch among them, skull fucked me until they came. Except they didn’t cum in me or on me. Instead, Sir handed the first guy a small jar and simply ordered, “Load in the jar.” The first three men took turns skull fucking me and pulling out to shoot their loads in the jar. When they left, I noticed that the line was now several men longer. I couldn’t see the end of the line, but could see several cocks being jerked off. The next guy in line stood outside the van, watching me and jerking his dick with a grin on his face. I recognized him as another of the former inmates. “Beg me faggot,” he snidely leered at me. “Please Mr. Masetes, fuck my throat.” Before he moved, Sir asked him, “Did you do what I ordered?” Gabe responded, “Yes, Sir, I’m not stupid enough to disobey you.” Sir, ignoring this, ordered, “Strip, and show him.” Not resistant to the order, Gabe proceeded to take his shirt and pants off, standing naked outside the van. I couldn’t help but admire his lean, Mexican body and his abs, which while not a ripped six pack, were clearly visible. Moving downward to look more closely at his cock, I froze at his waistline. Between his waistline and the base of his cock was a tattoo that I recognized from stories, pictures and videos. It was a bio-hazard symbol with the words “Toxic” and “Loads” on each side of it. The meth coursing through me and still controlling my brain made me beg, “Please, give me your toxic load.” He smiled as he stepped into the van. As I tried to reach out to get to his tattoo, he slapped me away and said, “Earn it.” With that, he turned around, grabbed handles on each side, bent over and shoved his ass out, toward me. I heard Houston say, “Fuck Gabe, you nasty.” Then he ordered me to spread the ass open. I reached forward and did so. If I was shocked by the first tattoo, this one, I should say, these were even more so. Surrounding his hole was another biohazard tattoo. Tattooed vertically down the inside of each cheek were the words “Cum” and “Whore,” with arrows pointing to his hole. “Oh, fuck, that’s hot,” slipped from my mouth before I could stop myself. As soon as the last word was finished, the ass was slammed backward and the hole smashed right onto my open mouth. As shocked as I was, I knew what I was supposed to do, and drove my tongue from my mouth and right into his hole. His hole opened up easily to my tongue and I heard him moan and tell me, “Eat my hole. Empty it for me.” Somewhere at the back of my mind, I registered this comment and thought, to my utter disgust that he was going to make me eat shit. Before I could respond, I felt a warm liquid on my tongue and knew; there was cum in his ass. This sent me over the edge, knowing that this hot Mexican macho guy, was like me: a cum dump. I reached up and spread his cheeks; he began to tell me to stop. It was him who stopped as he felt my face and tongue push even deeper. I felt Houston reach up and push my head forward sat the same time i heard Sir tell Gabe, “Feed him.” In the next second, I felt Gabe loosen his hole and cum started flowing out. This was clearly several loads as the flow was heavy. I devoured it as if it was the sweetest thing I’d ever tasted. Houston urged, “Swallow those loads you sick faggot fuck.” I heard Gabe moaning as he finished emptying the loads from his ass. He pulled away and stood back up. I heard him ask Sir, “Can I do it now?” Sir responded, “Not yet, I have an extra reward for you; but you’ll need to wait a few minutes.” Gabe’s voice was a mix of sadness and excitement when he responded, “Yes, Sir.” He hopped out of the van and the next guy hopped in. For about the next twenty minutes, I was skull-fucked by the remaining guys in line, each shooting loads into the jar, which was, at the end, almost full. The last two men were directed to piss down my throat after the last guy came. They took turns pissing down my throat, ordering me not to drop any. This piss was different from any other; it was much stronger and acrid. I wanted to throw up, but resisted, knowing the danger I’d be in. As the second guy began pissing, I felt it. Another rush, head spinning, and craving; I was drinking chem piss and became much more eager. When the last guy finished and hopped out, Gabe hopped back in, still naked and hard. With no warning, I felt Houston’s arms around me as he held me tight. I saw a needle in agaves hand and begged him to slam me again, already knowing I was a slamwhore. When he moved toward me and grabbed my arm, I felt Houston’s hand grabbed me and squeeze hard in the middle of my upper arm. Gabe flicked the crook of my arm a couple of times to pop a vein up. It was only then that I saw the needle. This one did not have a clear liquid in it. The liquid was red. I looked from it alto Gabe’s face and shook my head, starting to beg him not to do it. “Shut up faggot.” He pulled the cap off and after swabbing the area with an alcohol wipe, he placed the tip of the needle at my vein. “Watch faggot. Watch as I give you my toxic blood. You know you want this.” Through the tears, and the realization that everything that had happened before, all the raw loads, there was now no avoiding my fate. I looked him in the face before turning to look at my arm. As soon as I turned, the needle was slid in. I watched as he pulled back the plunger and the liquid became even more red. As he made to push the plunger in, the word, “No,” slipped from my mouth. He began to say something but stopped as my hand reached up to physically stop him. I hesitated before I said simply, “Let me do it.” Sir, who I noticed for the first time, was pointing his phone right at me and said, “Do it.” Gabe moved his hand and I took a hold of the plunger. Seeing my hand twitch a little, Gabe put his hand on mine to steady me. I watched as the plunger pushed to scarlet liquid in my arm. This was clearly a bigger slam as I was feeling it with half the meth still in the needle. I finished the push and Gabe quickly covered the injection site with cotton and removed the needle. I raised my arm and the impact was intense. There were five coughs, heavy ear ringing and for a moment I was afraid I was going to die. When that passed and I screamed to be fucked, I heard Sir from somewhere say, “Do it.” I felt Houston pull me back so that my back was against his muscular torso. Feeling his pecs and nips,along with his ripped abs pressing into me only intensified the effects. Gabe pushed my legs up just far enough for Houston to grab them and pull them backwards, as far and wide as they’d go. This new series of movements created an intense stretching of my hole as Houston’s cock and the dildo moved along with my body. I watched as Gabe got between my legs, took cum from the jar to lube the stretched ring of my cunt and then his dick. I knew what was cumming and was terrified. “Oh fuck, give me that third cock. Rape me hard. WRECK ME.” With that Gabe placed his cock head at my hole and pushed. My hole wouldn’t open, there was too much in me. Knowing what would push him to what I needed, I looked him in the eyes and insulted him. “You fucking faggot, you can’t even get that cock of yours in me? You really are a bottom bitch like me.” This did it. After slapping me as hard as he could, punching me in the balls and spitting on face, he slammed hard into me. My hole gave way as he rammed in balls deep. I had three dicks in me. “C’mon Gabe, give it to me. Rape me.” For the next two minutes, I was raped and knew I’d never be the same, physically or mentally. When I knew he was getting close I begged him, “Please give me your toxic cum. Make me toxic. Knock your bitch up.” This made him pound me harder until he blew a huge load in me, telling me he was destroying my life with his load, calling me his AIDS brother and whore. After he finished cumming, and catching his breath, he groaned, “You are so fucking nasty. But I’m not done with you. Houston, you ready for lift off?” Houston only responded, “Fuck yeah.” With that, Gabe reached down, wrapped me in his arms and counted to 3. On 3, he fell backwards, pulling me with him. As this happened, Houston lifted up off his back. All three cocks, all still hard, moved with me and my hole stretched even more. I felt movement as Houston adjusted himself and then began pounding me, matching the techniques Gabe. I whimpered in pain before begging to get raped. Houston didn’t last long until he shot his second load deep in my wrecked cunt. It took several minutes for the three cocks to be removed. The dildo was the last to slide out and as it did, I fell onto my side, knowing I had just been completely anally destroyed. I looked at the two cocks and dildo that had just been in me, seeing cum and lube on all three. I moved toward Houston first and cleaned him off then did the same for Gabe, even kissing and licking the cum from his tattoo. After they were done, Sir ordered me to get on my hands and knees, facing the dildo with my ass up. It took me a long time, to do, but eventually I did. I heard each of the four men make comments about my hole, saying it was no longer recognizable as an asshole. That it was more wrecked then a cunt after a gangbang and that I could now take anything they wanted to shove in me. Sir asked me, “You still want more don’t you?” I responded, “No Sir. It doesn’t matter what I want. Do you want to do more to me Sir?” He laughed and said, “I have one last thing. You remember all those loads those guys shot in the jar?” I nodded and he asked, “Why do you think I did that?” I couldn’t fathom any special reason. Then it hit me. The last fantasy I had told him. “They’re poison loads Sir. They are dirty and toxic loads.” Sir said, “That’s right boy, that’s what you wanted isn’t it? Tell me what you wrote.” “I told you that I wanted to take a bunch of loads that had the most bugs in it. Don’t care what toes, what strains. But I wanted each one to have some disease that would infect me.” Sir responded, “You’re going to get what you want, and more. Those 26 loads are filled with toxic, high viral AIDS loads. At least three of the loads are over a million count. There’s also every possible STI in there, some that are already med resistant. And they are all going into that dirty faggot cunt.” I was on the hook, “Please Sir, put those nasty loads in my cunt. Infect me please.” Jose moved in front of me and placed his phone in front of me with video recording. I was told to get down all the way, and to arch my back so that my hole was high enough to swallow it all. A huge funnel, with a large exit hole was jammed into me. I felt it scratching against the walls of my cunt as it was pushed deep. Then I felt it. I watched as Sir poured the cum into the funnel and then felt the cum slide into my hole. It took a minute, but soon almost all the cum was in me. I’d never felt this full. I begged for the last of the cum, but only could watch as the funnel was pulled out, with Sir making sure that it was empty before pulling out. He set the jar on my ass and I could only beg for the last inch of the cum. Sir stayed motionless for a couple, enjoying my begging and pleading. When he picked up the jar, I almost squealed with delight. I didn’t expect what was coming next. Sir asked me, “Do you remember what I said to you when I was fucking you in the stall?” I had to focus, which was extremely difficult, to remember everything he said. I had a strong response to one thing in particular. “I wouldn’t open my inner hole for you and you said you would get in there.” Sir said, “Close enough. Well now is the time where your ass pays the piper. I’m getting in that hole.” I watched as Sir poured the remainder of the cum on his hand, palm and back and then wipe it around. He folded his hand into the duck shape and push into my hole. I felt his fingers, his hand, and his wrist slide into me with no resistance. I heard the sound of all the cum in my ass as he entered the cum tunnel. He did not stop. He continued to push his arm into me, meeting no resistance. I then felt his fingers and his hand start entering that once tight second hole. I heard gasps from the other guys as the entire arm slid into my ass, Sir’s wrist nearly at the point of passing all the way through the inner hole. He proceeded over the next five minutes to pull out and push back in, not being able to adjust enough to get himself all the way in that hole. He slowly pulled his arm al the way out and wiped his arm off and pushed the cum in me. “Houston, show me your arm.” I felt movement behind me and saw Houston’s body appear behind me. It was covered in a thick coat of grease and he said, “this is gonna be good.” As Sir directed him, Houston put his hand to my hole and I could tell that it was bigger than Sir. It slid through my hole and was immediately sucked in, past the wrist and up his arm. He quickly reached the inner hole and stopped. He took a picture, tossed his phone in front of me and I was shocked. As deep as he was in me, he still had about 6” to 7” to go. The phone was removed. Sir said, “Do it,” and I prepared to have the rest of Houston’s arm pushed in, his hand passing through the inner hole. Instead, there was no movement. Sir repeated, in a more demanding voice, “Do it faggot, take his arm.” I knew what this meant I immediately pulled forward a couple of inches, and then pushed backward. I refused to stop and felt Houston’s big hand slide all the way through, wrist and all. I pushed until my hole was planted on the crook of his arm. Taking a few seconds to catch my breath, I started to pull off and push back, increasing the depth I pulled off and the intensity I pushed back with. I quickly felt the inner hole lose al resistance as I slammed myself up and down Houston’s arm. I felt my prostate getting assaulted, and angled it so that it was beaten on every motion. I whimpered, “Cum Sir?” He said, “Not this time faggot. Not yet.” I moaned but continued to fuck myself on Houston’s arm. I knew I needed one last thing. “Sir, can I have one more thing done?” Sir said, “As long as you don’t cum.” I asked Houston, while I was fully planted on him, “Mr. Houston, when I pull off the next time, all the way off, will you put your hand into a fist? Then ram it all the way in, no stopping?” Houston, for the first time possibly, was unsure and said, “Fuck faggot. That’s gonna hurt. You sure? Sir? “ In unison, Sir and I said, “Do it.” Houston said, “Fuck it. Let’s go faggot.” I took a breath and began pulling off his arm. He laughed and said, “Let’s get this going,” and proceeded to pull his arm all the way out. I groaned in pain, not expecting this. Within a second, not giving me a chance to change my mind, Houston placed his clenched fist at my cunt and slammed his arm all the way up me. The pain was intense as he passed the first ridge and continued up. He hit the inner ring and there was resistance. He continued to push, but couldn’t get through. “C’mon faggot, you want this, give it up to mt black fist.” He tried pushing more, but nothing moved. “Gabe get up front and hold him in place.” Gabe moved in front of me and lifted me up to scoot under me. His hands went to my shoulders and pushed me back onto Houston’s arm. “Perfect. Last chance faggot.” He pushed again and, even with me not being able to move away, he couldn’t get through. He yanked his arm all the way out. I heard rustling behind me and him say this should do it. I felt the largest shard I’d been given set down ass. Another picture, and the size of the shard was immense. 1” long, 1/4 inch thick. The shard was quickly picked up and jammed deep in me by Houston. He shoved it to the inner hole and held it there the pain was intense as the huge rock dissolved with a major burn and a reaction similar to my first slams He decided when it was about a quarter left to melt, “Ready or not, I’m going through.” Without pulling out, I felt him move his fingers into a fist. He pulled out out about 6” and told Gabe, “Hold him tight.” This time he did not try to push his way through the ring. Instead, he slammed his arm in, fist first, back into my hole. He punched the ring, immediately pulled back and repeated it. I was so fucking high that I couldn’t register the pain that was occurring in my cunt, What I could register was the intense pleasure I was feeling of having my inner hole punched over and over again. The pleasure was so intense, that after four or five punches, I had to join in. With a slight movement the first time, I pushed back to meet Houston’s fist. Houston felt this and urged me, “Fuck yeah faggot, ride my arm. Rape that inner hole yourself, get my fucking fist in there.” As he punched again, I pushed back harder. We did this in unison six more times, me getting tougher each time. On the seventh, it happened. As he punched forward and I slammed backwards, my hole broke and his fist pushed through. We were both lost in the feeling; him feeling his fist push through and his wrist being tightly grabbed by the hole. I was broken more as I lost sense of being, the endorphins overloading me. He recovered faster and resumed his punching. I felt him pull his fist out and immediately push back in, keeping my inner hole from shutting back down and finally beating it into full submission. This went on for five minutes. I was slumped down, but felt every punch. Finally, he said he was exhausted and pulled his arm out. With his arm and fist exiting my hole, my rectum followed into a major rosebud. I collapsed onto my side, had just enough energy to reach back and feel the rosebud before passing out.

I have to say my number one favourite is to have some one piss in my ass then i piss in theirs and alternate between fucking them and rimming them as we both leak piss and then for the guy to let go in mymoth after i have cum in them