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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

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

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

It’s the start of the weekend and I stopped by the AVS closest to my house as I’ve been in heat all week. Found a slightly older guy that I figured just wanted his cock sucked, so I was surprised when I offered up my ass and he went for it. He came in me a little and finished on my ass instead of in it. No big deal as I was able to work a good portion of that load into my hole. After that my fuck bud showed up but he just wanted to give head. Besides, he totally destroyed my hole a few nights ago so no worries. We just stroked each other for a while. A little after that this younger guy who’s been breeding me since the spring showed up. We go into a booth and he gets my pants down in no time. I suck him for a minute or two to get him super hard and he turns me around and is getting out his lube. I tell him I just took a load a little earlier and his eyes light up and shoves right in. He must of loved the feeling because he came in less than a minute. He stayed inside me which was not like him and he started fucking me again and came again really quick. I could tell I was flooded. With a super thick and creamy load which is my favorite. Now I’m home stroking one out as I’m typing this with my favorite plugging to keep what’s left inside me as I stroke and piss on myself. I just cannot wait to shoot this load. I just had to write this first.

Fuck yes, there is a group of black homeless next to where I'm living, and I've been going there to get used and bred (and probably infected) several times. They are all looking sick and skinny, which I fucking love and would fuck anything. I'm usually going there high and geared up in tight and slutty leather. They are seriously homophobic so they are not just hate fucking me, but they also treat me like a worthless faggot, a low life cumdump piece of shit, and keep insulting me... which is turning me on... always bareback, always dumping loads in my ass, always pissing in me too... I'm usually always going there late at night, and always bump into one neighbour in his car, who smirks at my outfit. One day he followed me and discovered the low life piece of sub human I was, taking many black cock from sick homeless guys... Most of the neighbourhood knows about that now... So I'm treated as a worthless fag by everyone which is almost a hot as the fucks. Not surprising considering the outfits... See below.

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.

You might also want to consider asking other sub service bottoms for advice. Many of us have already been trained and serviced doms and can provide some insights about how best to service a top. As someone who served an alpha top for close to two years, I can say that one of the main attributes of being a good sub bottom is letting go of your sense of self, your sense of agency, and free will. While a good dom will set boundaries, there should only be a few and anything inside those boundaries is fair game. You have to understand that you don't have preferences. You cannot express preferences about things you will or won't do or how you like to do things. You have to understand that when servicing a dom, it's not a negotiation; it's obedience. You have to understand that you're not an agent of yourself, but an object of service to be used as and when the top wants. You also have to let go of any sense of "masculinity". Most subs are fully shaved and many are caged. Your penis has no role. I was caged because my alpha top did not even want to see my penis. To him, it is a clit, my hole is a pussy. My instructions were to always be shaved, caged, and plugged. Whenever I came to his place, I was to strip down immediately without waiting to be told. This is done on purpose; there is only one man when you are around your dom and that is Him. You have to get comfortable with doing things that are in your best interest, but you might not be aware of how those things are slowly and quietly changing and shaping your mindset -- your view of Him and of yourself. You have to get comfortable with being told to sleep on the floor while he plays with another sub in the bed. You're rendered meaningless. Some other sub is getting the dick that you thought was yours, feeling jealous while listening to all those moans, wondering whether this new sub is going to push you out of your connection with your dom. As you're lying on the floor, wondering whether the dom has found a new toy and your time with him is over, you hear one word "cleanup" and you immediately understand that you're being told to clean them both up after their fuck. You climb onto the bed and see your dom's now soft dick wet with ass juice and cum and start to clean it up. Then your dom tells the other fag, "stick your ass up, it's going to clean you". You turn to the fag and rim and felch him clean. You have to get comfortable being told that the only way that you can piss is outside, on all 4's, with one leg raised. You're wondering what happens when it rains outside, and he has already anticipated that and tells you you can go inside on a pee pad, but still on all 4's with one leg raised -- like a lowly animal. You train to be a urinal so that whenever your dom needs to piss, he does not have to be inconvenienced with needing to get up and go to the bathroom. He can use your mouth right there. You have to get comfortable taking the trash to the curb fully naked, for anyone around to see. Thought you'd like to know....

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.

I took a trip to Mexico and was not expecting this 6’3’’ to be wrist thick cock, I put in the petroleum jelly and got stretched to the max, fuck felt so good. Had him nutting in less that 5 mins

We used to have rational gun restrictions. The radicals on the SCOTUS ended that in the 90s after what, two centuries of restrictions. At least they’re still allowing restrictions on bombs, artillery, nukes, missiles. Not that any of that could rationally be blocked if you really believed the originalist bull. Instead it’s just about manipulating the rubes. I understand I’m less patient with the stupid and evil party than others. It’s just because I grew up with these people. Some of them wanted to disinvite me from my grandmother’s memorial, and some refused to bring children because the gay cousin might corrupt them. Largely, they’re useless sacks of racist crap who are upset they can’t drop the n word (or other ethnic slurs) in public conversation. The worst buy into white nationalism. The best are merely propagandized by horseshit right wing media and don’t have the brain and willpower to reason past the propaganda techniques. They say dumb things like, “The lamestream media just lies about Him.” It’s sad how we have to keep trying to save them for the dystopia they’re rushing us toward while imagining that when Medicare goes away it won’t mean for them. But here we are, and the saddest LCRs keep pretending they won’t be cut off like the rest of us.

Man, I love rational discourse. I am aware that the popular wisdom these days is to never "talk politics" at holiday dinners. And yet I grew up with skilled debaters, my dad and his sister, Knox College graduates. And their day long debates at our frequent visits sometimes contained passionately presented arguments. But they kept talking and I learned to love listening to them. They disagreed with love and respect for each other. It was more than entertainment. It helped us learn how to think. @BootmanLA I love you brother. This conversation here for me is sanity in our insane times. Thanks. @nanana my new "aunt Betty" (and I loved my aunt Betty). I truly am appreciating this whole conversation; and it wouldn't be happening without you. Thanks. Maybe weird to be talking about this stuff on a bareback site (obviously our common ground). So, in the spirit of reflecting that, the two of you are turning me on and a raw three way would be a delight. 🙂

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.

I found myself having some more time this weekend, so I decided to continue a bit more. Here is the next part: Part 5: Coming home Ethan decides to take Thomas and Johnny to his home as both boys live quite far by train. Upon reaching his apartment, Ethan shows off the impressive space: A large living area with plenty of comfortable seating and entertainment systems, an open-plan kitchen stocked with delicious foods and drinks, a modern bathroom suite featuring both traditional showers and bathtub as well as an attached sauna room perfect for indulging their darkest desires without leaving the comfort of home. But it is when they enter his "playroom" that truly sets their hearts racing with excitement, equipped with everything two submissive sluts like themselves could ever want or need: A vast collection of BDSM gear including whips, floggers, restraints, cock rings and nipple clamps hung neatly from pegboards adorning the walls; numerous sex toys displayed invitingly in glass cases along one side of the room; an expansive array of sex furniture ranging from a luxurious Saint Andrew's cross to various bondage frames perfect for keeping them spread wide open during long nights filled with debauchery and depravity. The main focus point of the room is a massive king-sized bed with ornate posts at each corner and covered in a silky latex sheet - ideal for tying up their victims while Ethan took his pleasure or using as a surface to tie them into various kinky positions. Overhead hangs an impressive collection of rope, leather and chain which can be used not only for bondage but also creating complex macrame designs to adorn the slaves further or simply adding an extra level of humiliation when incorporated into their BDSM sessions together as Ethan's pets. Finally, in one corner sits an intimidating looking device that looks like something out of a medieval dungeon - this is Ethan's favorite toy for punishing naughty slaves who dare defy him: The Judas Cradle, or an adapted version of it, which would ensure both boys learn their place quickly under his firm but loving guidance. Thomas tries to grasp how it works, when Ethan explains he can stretch their assholes out using the cradle, tying a boy up and using a complicated system of levers and pulleys, lowers them onto a dildo or other toy. Depending on the punishment this can go from pleasurable to very, very painful. With everything laid bare before them, Thomas couldn't help but feel an overwhelming sense of awe mixed with fear as he gazed upon this erotic temple dedicated to sin and pleasure at his master's command alone. But when those beautiful brown eyes meet Ethan's dark orbs filled with promises of pain, passion, and ultimate submission, Thomas finds himself unable to resist. He takes a tentative step forward before sinking down on one knee beside the bed in front of his new Lord and Master: "I belong to you now, Master Ethan." he whispers huskily as heat spreads through his body at the thought of finally finding someone strong enough to take complete control over his life - someone like himself who knows no limits when it comes to indulging their twisted desires. Johnny watches with a mixture of lust and dread as Ethan nods approvingly before ordering both boys to strip naked completely then proceeds to grab handfuls of each slave's hair forcing them down onto all fours presenting themselves for his inspection. Thomas's ass cheeks clench involuntarily in anticipation at what is yet come while Johnny's cock throbs painfully as Master Ethan begins running his hands over their bodies like fine works of art. As they are subjected to this intense display of power, Thomas feels a sense of peace washing over him knowing that he is no longer in control - but also realizing just how much he enjoys being pushed beyond his limits like this under such skilled hands which show no mercy nor remorse for the pleasure they extract from their helpless victims. Meanwhile, Johnny watches on transfixed by this mesmerizing display of dominance and submission knowing that he too will soon learn what it means be truly owned by a man like Ethan. After their inspection by Master Ethan, Thomas and Johnny are made to stand before him naked as they were born. With a look of absolute determination on his face, Ethan retrieves a small box from one corner of the room filled with chains and tools that look more at home in a hardware store than this den of iniquity. He moves swiftly yet methodically fastening heavy collars around each boy's necks before affixing matching sets of shackles to their wrists and ankles locking them onto the bodies permanently. These new adornments serve as both reminders and symbols of their enslavement; proof for all who lay eyes upon them that they are now fully owned by this powerful man who has claimed them both as his own personal playthings. With a satisfied grin, Ethan steps back admiring his handiwork for a moment before issuing forth commands which send chills down their spines at the thought of what lies ahead: "Now then...I want you both on all fours presenting your asses to me like the good little sluts you are," he says, his voice cold and emotionless as stone but still manages convey a sense of barely restrained lust beneath its surface. "Johnny, come here my pretty boy and let's see what we can do about getting that sweet tight hole of yours stretched nice and wide for me to fuck it good and proper." As Johnny moves forward obediently like a zombie under his master's spell, Ethan grabs hold of the back of Johnny's neck guiding him towards Thomas who has already assumed position as ordered. As their asses press against each other in this intimate embrace it's clear that both boys are aroused by this display of dominance. With one final push, Ethan shoves his massive cock head between Johnny's puckered anus, a first taste for the newcomer that instantly brings tears to his eyes at how big and thick it feels invading him so forcefully all at once. But instead of pulling back in pain as most would expect upon such violation, Johnny whimpers out soft moans begging Master Ethan not stop pounding away inside him, a fact helped by Ethan secretly applying some Tina to his cock head before pushing forward which ensures maximum pleasure while also causing confusion within Johnny's addled brain as he struggles against his own base desires for the attention and adoration showered upon him by this new Lord and Master. Thomas meanwhile watches on eagerly with lustful eyes, craving his own turn at being fucked senseless by their powerful master while also experiencing an intense sense of pride knowing full well that both he and Johnny will soon belong entirely to this man. Ethan takes full advantage of his power over Thomas and Johnny, thrusting in and out of Johnny's tight ass like a possessed man driven by lust alone while at the same time fondling Thomas' cock, rubbing it in circles until he is leaking precum all over his chest. When he feels that both boys are ready for their next round of debauchery, Ethan releases his cock from the wanting boy. Without pausing for even a moment to catch their breath, Ethan orders them both into position on their back. His plan is to tie each boy up spread eagled, laying next to one another like two cum-stained slabs of meat ready for his pleasure as he grabs hold of large syringes filled with a cocktail of drugs that will keep them both high and aroused until he decides enough is enough. As each needle pierces their flesh sending shudders of pleasure coursing through their veins, Ethan positions himself between the two bound boys taking turns fucking them mouth and ass while also forcing his cock down Johnny's throat until he can feel the boy gagging on it. He doesn't care though because for him this is about complete ownership; showing Johnny who holds power in this relationship while reminding Thomas exactly why he belongs to him alone. Ethan grabs another syringe filled with a powerful dose of drugs used to treat erectile dysfunction before squatting down between their legs aiming at Johnny's cock, which he knows has become hypersensitive thanks to all the abuse it's been taking over these past hours since Ethan claimed them as his own. With a quick thrust, he drives the needle deep into Johnny's engorged member causing him to scream in pain yet still unable to resist due to the mind-numbing effects of both the drugs already inside his system and mastery that Ethan wields over him so effortlessly at this point. Now, the only thing that is missing is getting high himself - watching over his two little playthings as they writhe beneath him helpless against their own base desires which he has twisted into something darker more sinister than either could have ever imagined possible when first joining his ranks just mere hours ago. With his heart racing from both anticipation and excitement, Ethan retrieves the final syringe from its place on a nearby table. He inspects it carefully making sure every detail is perfect before bringing it to bear upon himself as he positions the needle against his own flesh at his arm. Slowly but surely, he depresses the plunger releasing a potent mixture of chemicals into his veins that will enhance both sensation and pleasure while also numbing him slightly from pain allowing him to indulge in their perversions for longer periods without fatigue setting in. As he feels the warmth spreading throughout his body, Ethan's cock twitches, eagerly anticipating what is coming next - an intense session of fisting Thomas's asshole after first taking care to fill up Johnny. It's his way of reminding them both that even though they may think they can escape from this dark world, the truth remains: They belong to him now. Ethan moves behind Johnny whose eyes flutter shut unable to bear witness to what's about happen next, but still feels every touch nonetheless thanks in part to those wicked drugs coursing through their systems like electric current sparking new pathways of pleasure previously unimaginable. With a gentle yet firm grip, Ethan grabs hold of Johnny's ass cheeks, pulling them apart and exposing his tight rosy asshole still glistening wet with spilled cum and remnants of lube. The butt plug appears out of nowhere, its massive size dwarfing even Johnny's impressive proportions as it slides into his tight anus causing him to scream like a stuck pig but unable to stop himself from moaning, thanks again in part due those same drugs that are now beginning work their magic throughout their bodies, making them high on the pain just as much as the pelasure they were feeling earlier when chasing that first taste of release so desperately. As Johnny tries adjusting to this newfound intrusion, Ethan turns his attention towards Thomas who is lying there helplessly awaiting whatever torment Master Ethan has planned for him next. Without further ado, Ethan squirts a liberal amount of lube onto his large hands, preparing them for the task at hand while also giving Thomas time to adjust himself mentally and emotionally as he prepares to face what is undoubtedly going to be one of most intense ass-play experiences yet as their sadomasochistic journey together breaks past new barriers into depths. Thomas gulps down the lube that's been squirted into his hole, lubricating himself and making it easier for Master Ethan to take control. The anticipation of what is about to happen builds inside him like an avalanche gathering momentum, and his breath comes in quick little gasps as he tries his best to calm the racing thoughts that fill his head, knowing full well there's no escape from this sex dream turned reality now. Ethan positions himself behind Thomas and slowly but surely begins pushing one thick finger at a time into Thomas' ass, taking care not to rush things lest he damage something irreparable inside him. As each digit sinks deeper into Thomas' body, his hole stretches wider, opening itself up like petals of a flower under Master Ethan's gentle yet insistent touch. The sensation is unlike anything the boy has experienced before: part pleasure, part pain - all mixed together in a heady cocktail of debauchery that leaves him wanting more. Meanwhile down below where Johnny's ass was recently ravaged by Ethan's massive butt plug, he discovers its true purpose – as he feels intense vibration emanating from his bowels. At first, he thinks something has gone terribly wrong until he realizes what is actually happening: With every thrust or movement Ethan makes in Thomas's ass and every moan the boy exhales, the butt plug sends waves of pleasure coursing through Johnny's own body; amplifying and enhancing whatever sensations Master Ethan is creating within him. It's like being fucked from the inside out – a feeling that pushes the boy further into madness than even he thought possible. The sounds of pleasure fill the room as both boys moan and grunt with every move their master makes; their bodies betraying them as they succumb to this perverse fantasy world created just for them by none other than Master Ethan himself, who stands before them now – tall, proud and unapologetic about his desires or intentions for them in any way. His cock twitches with anticipation knowing full well that soon enough it will yet again claim both these delicious holes as its own; pounding them into submission under relentless force. His fingers buried deep inside Thomas' hole while simultaneously feeling the rhythmic pulsations from Johnny's ass brought on by the vibrating butt plug beneath him, Ethan decides that now is finally time for fisting – something he has been looking forward to ever since they first entered his chambers. With one last glance downward at both submissive boys beneath him quivering with desire and anticipation alike, he begins by pushing his knuckles into Thomas's now stretched-open ass hole, taking things slow at first to gauge the boy's response and make sure he doesn't cause any irreparable damage. As Thomas gasps and moans from both pleasure and pain, Ethan can feel his body trembling under his touch – a mix of excitement mixed with fear that sends shivers down Master Ethan's spine. With every thrust deeper into Thomas's body, the feeling intensifies: both for the slave as his senses are overloaded by this newfound intimacy, and for him who relishes in exerting power over another person through such extreme means of dominance. The sound of ripping flesh echoes through the room, drowned out only by moans of pleasure-pain emanating from both Thomas and Ethan as they reach heights of sexual intensity never experienced before. As Master Ethan's cock grows harder than it has ever been, he starts moving faster – pumping his fist in and out of Thomas with a furious pace that leaves neo-one guessing about his true intentions or desires in this moment. With each thrust forward, Ethan feels himself becoming more and more possessed by the power he holds over this beautiful creature before him; while simultaneously watching over Johnny's face down below as those powerful vibrations sent coursing through his own body transform the young man from one state of ecstasy to another at breakneck speed. Inside Thomas's ass, Ethan can feel his fingers sinking deeper into flesh that seems almost liquid now; the skin inside the boy's ass being the softest he's ever encountered yet still managing to provide enough resistance to make this entire act all that more thrilling for both participants involved. His hand is surrounded by heat, moisture and unbridled passion as each inch of his arm disappears into Thomas; pushing deeper than even he thought possible until finally there is nothing left of his hand on pulse. Just a massive fist buried deep inside another human being's body – a feat that would be considered [banned word] by most standards but under these circumstances serves only to heighten the experience, including Ethan himself who can feel his own orgasm building up within him. Thomas, on the other hand feels Ethan's fingers stretching him wide open; every inch of his ass being consumed by this immense presence that threatens to engulf him completely at any moment yet still managing to leave room for more – a sensation unlike anything he could have ever imagined before entering Master Ethan's world. The pain is unbearable at times, pushing Thomas right to the edge of his sanity but even then he can feel himself wanting more – needing more in order satisfy this insatiable hunger that seems to grow stronger with each passing second spent inside Ethan's chambers of depravity. Ethan starts punching harder now; taking what was once thought impossible to Thomas and turning it into reality right before their very eyes. The sound of bone meeting flesh echoes throughout the chamber along with cries of pleasure-pain emanating from both boys below him whose bodies seem to be on fire with lust and desire for each other under Master Ethan's watchful gaze. Ethan continues punching at a faster and more brutal pace; his fist slamming into Thomas's now gapingly stretched-open ass with a sickening wet slapping sound that fills the chamber. The feeling of power coursing through him is unlike anything he's ever experienced before, and it only intensifies as he watches both boys writhe in agony beneath his touch yet still moaning and begging for more. Finally, Ethan feels himself start to slip out of Thomas's wrecked ass hole. As the last of his fist escapes its prison, Thomas's body goes limp with exhaustion and relief – every muscle tensed up from this non-stop assault on his senses. Looking down at the now gapingly open wreck that was once Thomas's ass, Ethan sees a pink cavernous hole staring back up at him; open and gapin, rimmed by swollen blood vessels and torn muscles stretched around it like rubber bands ready to snap at any moment. His cock throbs in response, aching for nothing more than plunging itself into this ravaged orifice and claiming it as his own in every conceivable way possible. Without hesitation, Ethan reaches down between Johnny's legs and frees the butt plug buried deep inside him – revealing yet another gaping hole that's been stretched open wide for Master Ethan's pleasure. With both holes now primed and waiting, he selects two of the largest toys from his collection; each designed specifically to test limits and push boundaries of human anatomy past anything the boys would have ever experienced. As he slides the first monstrous toy, a long but skinny tentacle dildo, into Johnny's ass – feeling it slide past layers of tissue that have been stretched so thin they barely offer any resistance – Ethan can almost taste blood mingling with precum on his tongue; a telltale sign that these holes are more than ready to take what he has in store for them without complaint or hesitation. And so, he begins: pumping the first toy into Johnny while simultaneously pushing the second one, a shorter and thicker cock-shaped dildo, deeper inside Thomas – intent on showing both of them who truly holds power over their bodies and souls. With them lodged firmly inside each boy's ass now, Ethan begins thrusting at a furious pace; grunting and moaning in tandem with his own movements as he watches two of the most perfect creations ever born being pounded into submission under relentless force of his insatiable lust. Ethan's cock throbs harder than it ever has before, leaking precum onto Thomas and Johnny below him; The urge to come growing stronger by the moment as he watches over these two beautiful submissive boys whose bodies have been transformed into nothing more than playthings meant solely for his amusement. And so, he removes Thomas's toy, lines up his cock at the entrance of this gaping hole before him and plunges himself deep inside with a single powerful thrust that sends tremors throughout not only Master Ethan but also the owner of the body being used as a vessel for his darkest desires. Of course, after all the abuse Thomas's hole is loose enough to easily accommodate such an invasion, not even providing enough resistance to make this act satisfying to Ethan's sensitive cock. As Master Ethan slides back out, he lubes up his hand and reaches for his cock once again – this time preparing himself for a dual-penetration unlike any other ever witnessed: he wants to jerk his own cock inside of Thomas's fleshy fuck canal. And so he does, pushing first one then two fingers deep into Thomas's ass as they start moving together in perfect sync with each other; sending waves of pleasure through both boys beneath him that only serve to intensify Master Ethan's own orgasm building up inside him with every passing moment. The master skillfully slides his fist back into the boy's hole, pushing further than ever before, stretching Thomas wider and wider with each thrust. With that it is time to line up his cock once again but this time there will be no gentle entry; Ethan plans on burying himself deep inside Thomas with both fist and cock simultaneously. For Thomas, this means his hole will soon be filled with two massive objects pushing against the walls of his insides: His ass now the ultimate plaything for Master Ethan's sadistic pleasure. Without further hesitation, Ethan positions himself at the head of Thomas's stretched-open ass; lubing up his cock with precum and lube before plunging both his fist and cock into the boy's hole in a single powerful thrust that pushes all boundaries of pleasure and pain even further than before. As he buries himself to the hilt inside Thomas, Ethan can feel every inch of his length disappearing into this gaping void; the heat and tightness surrounding him only adding fuel to the fire burning inside Master Ethan as he watches both boys beneath him quiver with desire and anticipation. Now fully embedded within Thomas's ass, Ethan begins moving – thrusting forward at a furious pace while simultaneously jerking his cock in time with his fist. His other hand reaches around to stroke Johnny's hard cock; teasing it mercilessly as he watches over him from the corner of his eye. As Ethan's orgasm builds inside, he feels himself grow larger and harder still – pushing against Thomas's now seemingly bottomless abyss with each powerful thrust. The sound of skin slapping against flesh echoes through the room along with cries of pleasure-pain emanating from those beautiful mouths below: Two souls being molded into perfect creatures meant solely for Master Ethan's amusement. Finally, as the climax reaches its peak and begins to crest over them like a tidal wave, Ethan feels his entire body convulse – every muscle tightening in response as hot ropes of thick cum spill from his cock into Thomas's ass before being pulled back out again by the relentless rhythm of Master Ethan's thrusts. And with each stroke, another wave crashes onto their shores; marking them all as his forever and ever. The wave of climax washes over Master Ethan as his body convulses with each powerful thrust; the sounds of skin slapping against flesh and cries of pleasure-pain echoing throughout the room like some perverse symphony only heard by those who dare to venture into these darkest corners of human nature. As he finishes emptying himself inside Thomas, Master Ethan feels the urge to humilate the boy, reminding him of his place and role in this twisted tale. With a smirk, he leans down and whispers into Thomas's ear, "You know, Thomas, I can barely feel your insides anymore when I fuck you. It's almost as if your ass wasn't designed for a cock, but more as a canal to fist and pump." His words carry weight that sends shivers down the boy's spine; both from embarrassment and excitement at being so deeply marked by Master Ethan. He slowly slides out, leaving nothing but destruction in his wake. Thomas is gaping, his insides clearly visible and the cum Ethan deposited slowly dripping out. Ethan grabs the vibrating plug that used to be stuffed into Johnny, and puts an end to that, stuffing the boy’s hole. Next, it's time for some special attention for Johnny as well: With one hand still firmly wrapped around his cock – now hard as a rock thanks to all the teasing earlier – Ethan pulls back, lining up Johnny's hole with his still engorged member. But instead of simply entering him, Master Ethan decides on adding another level of humiliation before allowing himself this release. Grabbing a handful of Thomas's ass juice from the mess surrounding them on the floor, he forces it into Johnny's ass – making sure that every last drop seeps inside his hole as he grinds against him, pushing and pulling while forcing Johnny to accept this filthy offering from Master Ethan's own hand. With a final push forward, Ethan slides himself deep into Johnny; moaning loudly as he feels their bodies intertwine in yet another act of submission and dominance. And as he begins moving within Johnny, Master Ethan feels himself getting closer and closer to release just minutes after emptying himself inside Thomas. But before that can happen, he pulls back once again, ready to deliver another round of humiliation meant specifically for Thomas's loose hole and shattered pride beneath him. "You see, Thomas, my cum is still pouring out of you while your asshole clamps down on that huge plug," Master Ethan shouts maliciously, "and that is why I kept your friend around: not only for his pretty face and mouth, but also for that amazing ass of his; tight enough to hold my load yet loose enough when I need it." With that final word of humiliation, Master Ethan lets go, unleashing a torrent of cum inside Johnny as their bodies finally give way under pressure building up inside both boys for far too long. As exhaustion finally washes over Ethan, he clarifies "Your hole is meant for stretching, a loose pussy incapable of pleasing my desire to fuck." He then moves towards Thomas who looks completely drained and used as Master Ethan pulls out his still-hard cock from Johnny's ass. With one last glance at both boys beneath him – now soiled with his own seed and the evidence of their submission - Ethan stands up, signaling the end of this particular scene in his ongoing saga of depravity and degradation. The boys look at each other, still affixed to Master Ethan's bed. Their eyes say more than a thousand words: They are happier than they have ever been before. They are both now marked for life as property; serving different uses but always under the same command – to be used however Master Ethan sees fit without hesitation or complaint. And while this may sound like hell on Earth, for them there is no other way they'd rather live their lives than by submitting completely into Ethan's twisted fantasies of control and domination. For in those darkest corners where most fear to tread, lies the ultimate liberation that comes from knowing one's true purpose and embracing it without reservation.

No judging, bu you asked. Lying and cheating is not always good. Only you can make the decision For me, I would tell your husband and have a conversation, just out of respect.

Great idea, the cave troll from lotr making an appearance and spreading toxic troll cum

Your cave troll aids daddies are so much hotter than the fabio tops like it’s a middle aged woman’s smut book

I know the poz tops depicted in my stories aren't everyone's cup of tea, but there is an over abundance of stories on this site with conventionally attractive poz hunks. Which is all well and good for those who like that. But I create the poz tops that i want to see. Men who are visibly poz, wasting away and shady looking. The type of men that these young boys would normally stay far away from, that their friends would warn them of. They should have a presence to them that oozes disease and death. The stuff of nightmares. The type of men that would be confused for sentient walking dead zombies with an impulse need for breeding in place of feeding. Grey or yellowish sickly skin with veins bulging and skeletal structure visible. Dark sunken eyes darting around for their next victim. Long veiny cocks with aggressively swollen dark cock heads and sagging plumb balls. Their cum thick like pudding or mayonnaise, with a sickly opaque yellowish tint. As if some how their cum had went rancid in their nuts but not losing any of its potency. Yes the poz men in my stories are horrifying and disgusting. But thats the point. The corruption of these supple adonis boys doesn't mean much if the end result of their corruption isn't as visually disturbing to personify the disease as aggressive and all consuming.

It's his decision , but spit is hot, I can imagine how nice it'd feel having that spit land on my hole knowing I'm fixing to get fucked 😵

That is fucking hot. I find that a virgin’s pain subsides once your cock is through his ring. Next time don’t hold back - go balls deep inside him. Also plenty of of verbal orders help him to take your cock. “You fucking want this, I’m gunna go deep inside you and you will fucking take it. Hope to hear back that you’ve seeded him in his guts.

Agreed, though it's not just heterophobia at work. Some tops call it "pussy" because they think it's degrading for the bottom to be compared to a woman, and frankly, I have no patience for that. If a man's purpose in calling my asshole "pussy" is to establish some sort of dominance, then my hole isn't for him. (It's not the dominance I object to; it's the equating submission with female genitalia that I won't tolerate.) That said, if it works for two other people, more power to them.

Brian, Coty and Bart went back to Brian's place. Over the next two hours Brian fucked both of them back and forth. Finally Coty was riding Brian's load begging him to put a poz load into him. He told Brian he needed him. "I need your load in me." Coty moaned "What do you need, say it", Brian responded "I need your poz hot charged load in my cunt" Coty moaned as he rode Brian even harder trying to milk a load out of his huge fuck stick. As Coty rode Brian, Bart now hard came up behind Coty and pushed him forward onto Brian's chest. Brian held Coty against his chest and he saw Bart move into position and stick his good sized meat at Coty's entrance. "No please i cant take you both" Coty begged Bart pushed in, hearing Coty yell in pain. Brian slowly lifted his waist up and started slowly to fuck Coty, Bart kept pushing into Coty. Coty's face was clearly in pain taking these two cocks. Finally Bart was alll the way in Coty and started to fuck him. Both cocks were now fucking him. Coty started to get used to the pain and then turned into pleasure. On a dime he then started to moan. "Ohhhhhhh fuck", Coty moaned "Yeah bitch you want both cocks dont you. You little slut." Bart said picking up his speed "Ohhhh fuck yes please keep fucking me with your two fucking huge cocks", Coty moaned out loud Both BArt and Brian picked up their pace with Bart now force fucking Coty hard. Coty just kept moaning as his prostate was getting overworked and his second ring now much he could feel them split him open to a girth and depth he never felt. Coty kept moaning and started to shoot his load on Brian. "UGHHHHHHHHHHHH", moaned Coty as he came HIs cunt was now squeezing both cocks and forced them to erupt their juice into his now sloppy cunt. "Here is come bitch", yelled Bart and Brian followed, "Take my poz load". Bart kept fucking him for another couple of minutes as Brian just let Coty keep riding him. Bart collapsed on Coty and pulled his face on the side and kissed him deeply then the three shared a tongue sloppy wet kiss.

I certainly agree 👍. I have become an avid follower of BootmanLA & am really enjoying his discourse on US politics. This is how it should be - joined in our common interest but, agree that we have differences. Could be interesting if we all got together for a weekend political / sex orgy 😜😜.

Aftermath - Dealing with Death The next day I woke and felt like a truck had hit me, I was stiff everywhere, my head hurt, my arse throbbed, I'd have wondered if it was a dream but my hole knew otherwise. I realised a little more had leaked out of me in the night. These boxers I just put in the wash and took a shower, where I proceeded to try and scrub every trace of Des off my body, I washed my hair twice, felt like I'd used half a bottle of body wash on my self and laid down on my bed in a towel. I looked for my phone and realised my battery was flat. After charging enough I turned it on to see my gf was wondering if I was OK, I told her I had been sick in the night and would message in a day or two. I also saw my BBRT was open and I suddenly was hit by everything that had now happened to me. I had taken unmedicated toxic full blown aids cum in my arse, I had bled so I knew the chance of infection was now much greater. On top of that according to Des his strain was med-resistant, which means there wasn't much I could do, short of changing my entire lifestyle, diet, everything to slow down the descent from HIV to full blown aids. I knew my immune system was shit, I caught everything going so I figured I'd plummet quickly. Then the final thing was I potentially had fuck knows what STD's rampaging through my system. Also the biggest question burned into my mind. What now? I had been seeking this for 20 years and now I potentially had it, had I even thought about the after plan? I realised aids or not I had always been horny at the thought of getting fucked and despite some of last nights actions it still turned me on. I had also fucked a few girls in my time so fucking guys wasn't off the cards either, I knew there were other 'bugchasers' out there and the thought of passing on what I had was very appealing. Then a thought crossed my mind I didn't expect. What if I wasn't infected? Had I gone through the previous night for nothing? I realised that I was actually disappointed at the prospect. I knew if I was I'd have to break it off with Nat, whilst I felt bad for possibly hurting her I was excited at the prospect of what it meant. "I am a faggot" I said outloud to myself, this got my cock hard and I was soon stroking myself to all of last nights memories, I quickly shot my load and imagined the potential bugs swirling in my cum, I quickly sucked my fingers clean so not to waste them and with my horniness abated realised for now life had to go on. I knew I couldn't get tested yet so I'd have to wait. Life became boring after my meet. A small voice kept telling me to go back to Des but I ignored it, I feel I had a lucky meet and didn't want to push it, I genuinely believed he would and could hurt me if he wanted. I had convinced Nat I was down with a nasty stomach bug so had managed to not meet up. After the first week I kept checking my mouth and cock for any signs of infection. I met up with my parents just past my second week and we went out for lunch, nothing exciting but that night I had terrible diarrhea and was sweating and shaking, I actually thought it was food poisoning so I went back to bed. The next morning I ached all over far worse than the morning after Des, i then realised this could be it but truth be told I felt too shit to be excited. My throat felt like it was closing up, I ached, my head sounded and my arse stung from 3 rounds on the bog. I decided to try and sleep it out. 2 days later I was feeling just well enough to venture beyond the bathroom, passing a mirror in the hall I stopped and stared, apart from looking like shit I had an unmistakable rash down most of my chest, I wondered if it was just from laying in bed so I decided to have a shower, after leaning against the wall and letting the water cascade over me, I managed some soaping up, washed and dried, fresh underwear (with a check of my cock, still nothing showing) I double checked the mirror and the rash was even more pronounced. Not wanting to count my chickens I decided to arrange a clinic meet. It was a Saturday so I booked one for the Monday and it gave me more time to recover. Come Monday the rash was still angry and my lymph nodes certainly felt swollen, i also realised my cock looked reddish and I had been itching it in the night. Apprehensive I made my way to the far side of town where I knew the clinic was. After being checked in I was handed a mask and directed to a waiting area. I tried to resist a hardon as I saw posters around me of all the infections I could have in me right now. Fortunately I was not waiting long and a doctor called me in. "Hello, Charlie isn't it? Please take a seat" I nodded a polite hello. "So I understand you have recently had sexual relations and you don't know if the person possibly had anything that they might have passed onto you?" I swallowed nervously. "Yes". "And were the relations unprotected?" A silly notion of 'yes we were protected, there was a plastic sheet over us' popped into my head (guy humour) but I simply said "that's correct" "Ok, and when was this invovlement?" "Nearly 3 weeks ago I could feel the silent judgement depsite his friendly demeanor. "Have you engaged in any sexual activity since?" I shook my head. "No, none" He then did a quick check of my eyes, ears, throat, measured my height and weight then said "Ok, well if you could come over to the curtain, pop your trousers and underwear down and we'll take a quick look". While he 'gloved up' I went behind a small curtain and pulled down my trousers and underwear, fortunately my nervousness negated any erection I might have had. He had a quick look, felt around my groin, my balls and then asked me to turnaround and just pop my elbows down on the bed. Forgetting he might do this I got embarrassed but complied, I felt him gently pull apart my arse cheeks and felt his finger gently touch the area around my ring, noticing it actually hurt a little, he had me turn back and lift my shirt while he inspected my chest and abdomen. "Ok, Charlie, you can get dressed now" I did so rapidly as he cleaned up then wrote a few more things down, typed up some details and was done. "Well, I'm definitely seeing some signs of infection, you have rash on your chest, your lymph nodes are swollen, you have some redness and swelling in your rectal area, and redness on your penis, possibly some swelling. We'll take blood, get some samples and do the tests today. Things are a little busy so if you'd like to go out into town, maybe have a coffee or something and we'll give you a call when your results are ready later." "Ok, thanks Doctor" I couldn't really say much else after the examination. He told me to wait a moment then a nurse came in and had me drop my trousers again so he could get a rectal swab. I then got a mouth swab, they drew blood and I was asked to pop into the toilet if possible to provide a urine sample. I realised I hadn't actually gone that morning so it was quite easy, it also stung a little, I took that as another sign. Handing over my sample I left and walked for a bit, sort of a daze really, I couldn't focus on anything, I tried to look at things around me but it couldn't hold my attention, I tried to think about the night that led me here or what the results and future might be but again, my mind couldn't latch on to specific thoughts so I just hopped or didn't think of anything. I took the Doctors advice, found a new age coffee shop with odd tables and chairs, nothing matching, strange electric candelabra and full of uni students and hippy types. I did wonder how many of them had even just some sort of std given the sexual proclivity that happened in uni's. I then found myself wondering what they looked like naked. A couple of guys seemed camp, didn't mean they were gay but they just had an air of guys who'd love to stick their bottom up in the air and take cock, I wondered if any would take my cock if they knew I was potentially toxic? With a now raging hard on I drew my attention away from them before I was caught staring, I distracted myself by reading the latest news, Xi was announced as China supreme leader for 3rd term, Truss was expected to resign any day now and actor Leslie Jordan had died. I had just finished a second cup of coffee when my phone rang, the receptionist was asking me to return to the clinic. I suddenly felt my stomach lurch, I had actually forgotten for the briefest of moments. I confirmed I'd be there in 10 minutes. My walk there was a mix of what if I am infected/what if I'm not? I arrived and was informed the doctor was with a patient so he'd see me soon as he was finished. A 10 minute wait and another "Charlie? Please come in" was said and I followed the man who had my.....death sentence? Freedom? All for nought? on his computer. He had an almost tiny sympathetic smile on his face as he looked at me hands on desk folded. "Charlie, it seems the person in question has passed on to you certain infections, you have been diagnosed as HIV positive. Its known as the HIV-1 type, it's the most widespread and often treatable, however certain markers have come up in your blood which means the type you have is often not affected by typical anti-retroviral medication, I've contacted someone I know who deals in newer anti-retroviral therapies and if you're prepared to we can get you on a trial." He let the words sink in and was gauging my reaction, to be honest I don't know what my reaction was, I don't think reality was hitting me. "Please understand that despite this diagnosis things are not the same as they were, with an adjusted lifestyle and healthy living you may indeed have a very healthy life for quite some time." I nodded as if my brain knew it was the correct response. "Also, I must inform you that you have been diagnosed with genital warts, linked to the Human Papilloma Virus, commonly called HPV, whilst this sounds unpleasant the warts can be treated with cream I can prescribe. HPV might sound bad as it's often associated with HIV, but most HPV cases go without incident and can be cleared up within 24 months. There is a very low risk it could lead to cancer so check-ups are advised but as I said, most cases it just goes away if not exposed to further situations where reinfection might be possible. How are you doing with all this? Do you need a moment? Would you like some water?" "No, I'm ok, thank you Doctor, please carry on" He smiled briefly then continued. "We also detected symptoms of genital Herpes, typically called HSV, in your case HSV-2. This is the itching you mentioned on your initial form, we can again prescribe cream for the pain, we might sometimes prescribe antiviral medicine but with your other diagnosis I'm hesitant to do so until you make a decision on the anti-retroviral therapy. This also is nothing to concern yourself with as symptoms will often dissipate in time." He paused a moment, I think to judge my reaction. "I know this is often a huge shock to people, the multiple diagnosis is often hard to grasp and can he overwhelming. What you need to understand that none of this means you cannot live a healthy life and with a few alterations can be very little if any disruption to your day to day activities." I looked at him as if he felt like he was handing me a terminal cancer notice with days to live. "I'm really OK with it all Doctor, thank you. Is there anything else?" I'm assuming he just thought I was in shock. He went over some leaflets with me on should I need to talk to someone about this, what my diagnosis meant again and paperwork to read at home when I was ready in case there was anything he said I didn't understand. He then went on to explain he would need an answer on the therapy soon but understood I needed time to process it. In the mean time how I should not engage in any sexual activity with anyone, that I should explain with any partners my current situation (there was a leaflet on how to deal with that too). He also said I needed to come back in in the next few weeks to measure the antibodies in my system to ascertain how my body might be attempting to fight the initial HIV infection. Once he had that he could also pass that on to his colleague to get a better idea of how to deal with my situation. "Do you have any questions right now? Anything I can help with? Anything anyone else here can help you with?" I looked down at the 5 leaflets I had, the bright red HIV statistics one caught my eye. "No thank you Doctor, I appreciate all you've done" He smiled at me. "I'll set up an appointment now and you'll have a letter in the post in the next few days, these are also the prescriptions for creams to help out, you can pick them up any pharmacy but there's one just out here and to the left about 2 minutes walk" I thanked him again and left his office, on my way out I made a quick beeline for the toilets in the entrance of the clinic. Taking out my phone I did a quick search for the biggest cock with warts image I could find, dropped my trousers and grabbed my already hard cock, pumping it didn't take long and just as I came I found the HIV statistics leaflet and shot my cum load all over it. I wiped it on my cock when finished, I felt like leaving it for someone else to find but decided to just fold it up and put it in the yellow medical waste bin next to the toilet before pulling up my trousers and leaving.

I wish it were that easy here in the US ..... here, we have to maintain a verrrrry slim majority in the Senate, get the boy blunder sidelined in the House for a little while, all kinds of maneuvering just to get something like "common sense" gun legislation to the President's desk for his/her(!) signature.

i had tina and pissing in two mouths young tranny licking my ass a experience in ohio we live together damm they own me all night my cock got suck every 20 min it got

Yeah, I get well horned breeding a virgin ass. I prefer it as a work in progress and not just a one-off fuck. Example, Drew was a virgin when I mounted him for the first time. he’d sucked cock but had never taken a cock up his arse. He took a bit of persuading but I took it slow and eventually got balls deep inside him. He couldn’t take a hard thrusting so I gently fucked him until I pumped my seed into him. I enjoyed breeding him that first time but over the next week or so I stretched his ass out and I was able to force my cock up his arse and pound him roughly - that was his first proper hard fucking and I loved it.

Here's a little thought experiment: How would you feel if one of the cocks that came through the hole was your hubby's? Would you be turned on? Disappointed? Embarrassed? Jealous? Then consider how he'd feel knowing you were doing that. Maybe you could suggest a "date night" at the ABS and see what cums of it.

There's a lot of "fake news" out there, yes. But generally speaking, businesses don't go to the trouble of advertising a resort and taking bookings online if they don't actually exist. And of course there's NO chance that random strangers on a sex-oriented website wouldn't mislead you about places to stay, right? </sarcasm>

I remember so well ... they didn't say it outright, to my face, but it was perfectly clear regardless. Plus, all 4 of my male cousins went on to fail at their first or second try at a career, and wound up back at the same tired old trough: they became pastors !!! In fact though, I wouldn't have fucked any of them with trump's shriveled excuse for a dick, no matter how hard they begged. That's the real tragedy. What could have been useful, productive lives wound up being wasted chasing myths created only for the "saved". But who do they hit up for some dough? You guessed it. They weren't born any more stupid than anyone else - but they chose to stay there. They think that just because they lay down, foam at the mouth and holler "Jeeeeeezuz" they're entitled to squat on top of humanity. The real stunner though, is they think they're entitled to "inherit" the earth, without lifting so much as a finger to help preserve it. All they have to do is spout the 'party line', and presto - they get to squat on the labors of other folks. People need to use their minds, become educated (not necessarily higher education, but that certainly doesn't hurt.

In a black man's bed with his bbc buddies 😵

Tell men to bring saved loads to pump up your load count

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.

I was 10. The guy was 33. Used lots of lube. I remember that feeling when he got ready to bust. He slowed down. Just slowly pushed in. I felt his cock pulsate and I could feel him cum as he pushed it slowly in. When he was finished cumming. He just held it in for a few minutes before he pulled out. Im glad it happened. I learned then that I was going to be and enjoy being a homosexual.

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.

There's something deeply sexy about knowing that you've made strangers cum! It's one reason I like writing porn stories.

I got bred four times throughout my time at cumunion in the dark room last night! Definitely more than I've ever done in one night, and it feels amazing. I loved taking raw cock and moaning for them - it's like a dream come true. It's kind of hard to believe I've taken this hot step now, but now I'm feeling like I should have done this a long time ago and I just want more men inside me. I've been on a bit of a personal journey to embrace riskier fun and embrace my bottom side more. I usually play with older men, and so a lot of the time I happen to end up topping even if I wanted to bottom. Yesterday I decided I really, really needed to bottom and get cum inside of me, and I followed through. I usually get a bit nervous about it and concerned about what my partner might think, but I just knew I had to do it yesterday. I had a light dinner with the partner before heading out and told them I'd be going to the bars, I did not tell him I was planning on getting men to breed me, but he knows I play haha. I left the house cleaned out and prelubed, and had some more drinks at the bars before heading over to cumunion. It was a decent crowd, and the dark room wasn't quite actually dark haha, but it served its purpose, lots of men fucking and breeding. I was determined to bottom, I can't quite recall all the details of how I got into position when and where for each of the fucks, but I did keep track of how many times I got fucked, and by the end of the night I'd been bred four times. The most memorable fuck I was on my knees bent over for a man to fuck me from behind, he was huge and made me moan loudly, so I huffed my poppers and was fortunately able to take him all the way and let him have his way with me. Recounting it now, I'm so horny for being a cumdump this way, which I've never really done before. I never saw who was fucking me, so it was all totally anonymous no questions asked no loads refused breeding. Amazing. I went home later, and I bred my partner with the loads still inside me and told him I'm a slutty boy. I'm a lot less concerned now with what he might think of me doing this, so that's great as well. I'll be looking forward to the next time I get to have men breed me again.

Always wanted to get fuck with a cock like that!

That's a shame. That hole needs a new cock in it at least every hour on the hour

Hell Buddy, I completely agree with you. I have no desire to force my cock up a virgin’s tight ass and destroy him. Like you, I find it so fucking horny to be his trainer. I love taking a virgin and introducing his ass to my cock. His inexperience and nervousness gets me so fucking horny. First, to tease his hole with my tongue and get him wet, then to insert a finger or 2 to let him experience penetration and finally, to press my cock on his hole and slowly easy my hard meat inside him. Yeah it takes a while and there is always that urge to thrust in hard but I take it slow and It feels amazing when I finally get in balls deep and he’s panting as he experiences his first cock inside him. I get so turned on that I don’t have to pound him, I just enjoy gently fucking him until I can’t hold on any longer and my nuts start pumping my load into him. It’s a beautiful thing between 2 men or between a man and boy, like me and Drew. He was 19 and I was late 40s. He was so ready for his first cock.

Well done slut. The cravings only get more intense. To the point where u become a rabid cum slut for raw cock

Sounds amazing to me. There was a tall young hot guy who fucked me at the sauna around a month ago. I was surprised he was so interested, but he latched on and went for it. I didn't complain! Big thick cock too, which I easily took, because I'd had plenty of cocks and loads before his. When the time came, I clenched as much as I could to keep his cum in me, but it started leaking out as soon as he started unloading in me. I'd never come across anyone who shot such a huge load!

Spit cum or piss are best but sometimes toys require some extra help! 🙂

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

Chapters 4 and 5 here for you pigs. Combining them into one post because I don’t want to hit post limit, and I want to push out a few more chapters for y’all. Keep feeding my vanity, and fuel my dirty brain. It’ll help inspire me to keep writing. —- 4. I drove to the parking lot of the seedy motel where he told me to meet him. He told me to tell the front desk to look up Mike. The clerk gave me a look and then went to the back to grab my room key. He wasn’t hot like the cop, who I was now assuming is Mike but not fully sure. In my current condition, I would have let the front desk guy fuck me in a gang bang. He was dressed like a school teacher in clothes a bit too big for his smaller frame. Taller than my 5’7” by quite a lot, but he was lanky and skinny. Prolly in his late 30s-early 40s. Face was a bit sunken, but otherwise not that memorable. He gave me the key card, told me my room number, and told me to enjoy my stay. His voice sounded a quite sarcastic? Maybe a bit taunting? I don’t know. I still can’t pinpoint it to this day. I went up and put my luggage to one side and made myself comfortable. After replaying what just happened a couple times over, I finally decided to take a shower and debated whether or not to douche and waste the load inside me. Decided to douche but squeeze some of his load and ate it. Salty and a lil bitter. Heaven. Was still super in heat since he didn’t let me cum and told me not to play with myself. To be honest, I would have still been in heat even if I did cum. I was in my early twenties getting to live out one of my darkest fantasies. I don’t think I need to explain further. I wasn’t going to disobey him and fuck up my chances of living out my fantasy of being used by a bunch of hot guys. If his friends are anywhere near as hot or manly as him, I would be so fucking happy. So I cleaned up, douched really well, put on some lotion and sat on the old bed sheets with just my boxer briefs. Didn’t have a jock back then. I remember going scrolling on smutty shit from BreedingZone, nifty, adam4adam, BBRT, and Craigslist to keep myself horned up. Some time around 9ish, I heard the sound of someone entering a key card and the door handle turning. I sat up and in walked this big guy, not the cop from earlier. He had a big beer belly. Tall. Handsome, round face with full beard. Incredibly manly though. Can’t explain it, but he had this commanding presence. He was wearing a blue short sleeve shirt unbuttoned over a white tank top and some chinos or something like it. He snorted looking at me. It was just him, and I was a little confused and honestly turned off. I was expecting the hot cop and his friends. Not this guy. Maybe this is one of his friends and he’s coming later? He commanded me to come to him. I instinctively obeyed. I stood in front of him nearly naked while this man towered over me. He inspected my body and his face looked please and without warning, he pulled me in for a deep kiss. It was so powerful. Passionate but more powerful and commanding than the cop from earlier today. There was a possessiveness to it? It was hot. I was melting into his dom energy even if I wasn’t turned on by his body exactly. At this point, I didn’t appreciate the vast beauty of all body types. I was turned on by the dad bod, but wanted a “toned” dad bod. A bigger guy that was “toned.” Still very much brainwashed into associating anything that was toned with hotness. Now I appreciate all body types. I believe this encounter opened my eyes to the beauty of all men. Fat with no muscle definition is hot as long as the guy is unapologetic and commands respect and attention. I’ve also learned that muscles are useless if the guy is meek and can’t dominate me. So I was reluctant to give myself fully to guy because he was fat, but his energy was already making me mushy. He picked me up effortlessly and put me on the bed. So gentle yet so commanding and strong. He kicked off his shoes and sat on the bed resting against the headboard. He told me to come to him so I crawled over and rested in his arms. It was really tender actually. He wrapped one of his arms around me and pulled me into him for another kiss. His other hand exploring my body. His skin was so rough against mine. Callused, but his hand was so big. His palm practically covered my enter abs. He started playing with my nipples and that drove me crazy. They’re like my “overdrive” switch when I’m horny. They can’t turn me horny but will drive me crazy if I’m already horny. This made me go mad for him and I started squeezing his tits and belly and face. I even broke off this kiss by diving into his pits. He was a little musky already. I could tell he had freshly showered because of traces of body wash fragrance, but there was a natural musk to him already seeping out. It was a little sweet too mixed with the shampoo or whatever it was that he also had on. He kept playing with my nipples, and I was like a dog on a mission. Lifting up his tank top and licking his nipples and belly. Licking his pits. It was so magical showing him how much of a sub slut I was. After a while, he shifted his weight and reached into his pocket and pulled a small box. He opened up and held up a glass pipe and a small baggie of white rocks. He prepped the glass and started lighting it. I’ve done drugs before but never T. Loved me a good roll or some coke. Even tried G and K. Had shrooms, acid, addie, lots of weed, but I drew the line at T. Don’t know why, but just did. So I knew this was a crucial point. But I remembered Jon Phelps, how depraved he got after getting shot with what I assumed was T, and how badly I wanted to live that out. I didn’t think much further and put my mouth around that pipe and inhaled when he told me to. I sucked the bowl clean, and he loaded up the pipe and did it again and told me to suck some more. I took like 5-6 big hits and felt so warm and good. It was tingly. It was cold, but not cold and kinda warm at the same time. I was trembling. I was so horny. My mind started racing and I was so hungry for cock. I started babbling again. Yes I am a babbling tweaker. Sue me. Babbled all the things I said to the cop about wanting to be gang banged, live the life of an owned cum dump, get whored out for money. I started telling him about some of the stories I read on BZ like “Pimped Out As A Whore for Poz.” (If y’all haven’t read this, please do. I credit this story and “Slammed” as the sources of my slut awakening.) I told him about how the guy from the story was sold by his dad and this manly Beast took him in to train him to take all cocks. Homeless cocks. Bathhouse cocks. I told him how the Beast fucked two boyfriends and hid his poz status by wearing a thick jock, and taunted the boyfriend not being fucked asking him if the bottom ever moaned like this when they fucked. And how he Beast essentially broke them up when he got the bottom to beg for the Beast’s load even though he didn’t allow his bf to cum in his normally. “Get on my cock, boy.” Was all he said. He didn’t tell me to shut up or that I was talking too much. He let me be myself and enjoy the high how I wanted. To repay him, I eagerly straddled him. We were both naked by this point. And I had been fondling, licking, sucking his cock and torso for a while in between my babbling. He had also smoked some by this point too. And while my cock shrank so much, and I mean it was a nub—virtually nonexistent, his was so big and girthy. Massive cockhead that was the same width as the rest of his cock. Veiny and a slick. God it was so fucking beautiful. He was so bushy too. Like he hadn’t shaven in a while, so my saliva and his sweat were trapped in the bush. I poured lots of lube on his cock and lowered myself on it. I took a sniff of poppers and just went to town. We’d kiss every now and then. At one point, he grabbed both my hands and told me to lean all the way back. So I let my weight fall backwards and he supported me by holding on to my hands. Then he started fucking me hard. I was in heaven and wanted more. We switched between me bouncing on him and him fucking me in that same position. My hole felt amazing. No pain. Every thrust was like a mini orgasm. The T made me feel so good. After some time, he pulled me back to him and grabbed the pipe. He loaded it and put a much larger amount in the bowl, melted it, and told me to inhale all of it. At first, the smoke didn’t clear no matter how much I inhaled, but I realized he kept lighting the bowl. Damn this was hot. And as I sucked I heard the door open. — 5. I turned my head to see Mike(?) walk in with four other guys. Damn they were all so fucking hot. Two guys really chiseled and the other two dad bod but toned. I was so turned on seeing them. They looked at me with hungry eyes. All looked pleased or turned on at the sight of me riding this bear and sucking on this pipe. I exhaled a big cloud and felt so slutty. I was looking at the new guys, mesmerizing by hot guy when the Bear grabbed my face and kissed me. My focus was back on him. His big hands grabbed my back and nipples and played with them as we kissed, and I grind back and forth on his cock. The Tina made me so horny and my hole so hungry that his cock felt like it belonged in there. I felt the sweat on his belly as his rubbed against mine. We broke the kiss and he just looked at me. It was deep and I felt this strange connection to him. We were communicating something serious and intimate, though I don’t know exactly what. But I knew it was. A stare that lingered even after it broke off, as the other guys in the room all got naked and surrounded us. As I broke off the stare to admire the new men around me, I felt a bit of guilt for breaking off the stare. Almost sensing my guilt, I felt the invisible rope that gripped me to him loosen. I somehow sensed that his intensity had loosened, allowing me to have the slutty fun I’ve been craving. These guys were all so hot. There was Mike with his greying hairy chest and tight body. He was in good shape. Hard to tell what he does exactly, but he looked toned with a bit of a soft belly. Then there was gymgod guy who my eyes went to immediately after Mike. Damn he looked so good and wide. Man he was ripped and had a more classic. Def the most wholesome looking, or rather life-yet-to-beat-down-on-you face to be more clear. Then there was skinny guy who left room between him, gymgod, and the another bearish guy. He was clean shaven. Toned and skinny. I’d imagine my body would look the most like his in my late 30s keeping up with the same fitness routine I had back then. He had a laid back vibe to him. Then there was bear#2. He was like a smaller version of the first Bear, but he looked more toned. His arms were more muscular-looking. Not as hairy, but still some fur. The last guy took up the least amount of space, physically and energy-wise. He seems turned on, I think? I remember him fucking me, but it wasn’t as memorable to be honest. I am about vibes and connection during sex. Does it feel authentic? Are we actually vibing? Are my needs being met? His? What’s the flow? Also very cerebral as I’m sure you’ve picked up by now. The Bear tapped my ass a couple times and I took that as a signal to get off him. I gave him a look making sure that’s what he wanted, and he nodded. So I got off him and stood up so he can get up too. He stood up and went over to the armchair in the corner. He told me to clean his dick before he left, so I did. Happily of course. I turned my attention and body to face the five guys before me. I was in heaven. I was craving the gymgod, but I wanted to thank Mike (by the way, to this day still don’t know his name) for setting this up, so I went to him first and gave him a big kiss. I kissed me back. One hand held the back of my head, while the other thumbed my small clit of a penis. He asked if baby has been up to no good? And I said yes. He asked me if I felt good? I said yes? He asked if I wanted to keep feeling good? And I said yes! “Baby want to get more fucked up tonight and take our cocks? Take our loads in your cunt?” “YES!” Damn he was winding me up and got me going goading me like that. I wanted more drugs inside me. Didn’t care what they were but just wanted to get more fucked up. Wanted to be a shell of myself and give in to my hole. Aside: this is where I think I’m not a good whore and can benefit from a dom training me irl. I don’t really like sucking cock. I’ll do it and have been told, “Oh I’m cumming!” by the guys I do it to, but my joy is getting fucked. I feel so complete with new cocks. Raw cocks. Thick and big. Ones that open me up. So as this story develops, I don’t really dive into more sucking unless it’s something that really stands out or is key for your understanding of the story. In general I don’t form lots of memories when I suck probably because I often disassociate. If a dom wants to train me, hit me up (shameless plug). Back then I also didn’t really differentiate between cut and uncut cocks. They were either thick or not. Long or not. Skinny or not. I’m more discerning now, so to the cut/uncut lovers who notice the obvious, and often blatant omission of foreskin descriptions: I’ll do better. I’m sure I was already tweaking pretty hard by this point. I was going back and forth kissing all the guys and rubbing their bodies. I was feeling so good and pretty out of body with my forehead sweating but every now and then I could feel the coolness of the AC hit me. They were all so hot in their own ways. All the touching and kissing got me so excited and I begged someone to fuck me. I got on all fours and wiggled my ass. Mike mounted me first and started slamming into me. I begged for some lube. He pulled out and poured some on, and went back to hammering me. My hole was so hungry. I don’t ever recall being able to take dick that well. Mike felt like home at this point, comparatively. Fucking him was less carnal than earlier in the day, but was still hot. Bear#2 gave Mike a look and moved towards my ass. Mike slid out and made room for bear#2. He was thick, godamn. He grabbed my neck and pulled me closer to him. He then moved one of his hands to play with my nips. Fuckkkkk me up. I was in heaven. He was snorting into my ear, calling me a fag. Calling me a worthless piece of shit. Saying I’m going to get so trashy in a few years. That he wouldn’t want to touch me when I’m washed up and that I should be grateful he’s willing to fuck me now. I remember feeling split about what he said. On one hand, it meant that I still looked good and was desirable, and that made me want to lean in and seduce these hot guys to do dirty things with me. On the other hand, it made me question how many of these drug escapades I have left before it starts showing. Should I not go so hard tonight? I said to myself I think what’s been going on has been fine so far. No needles. And I’ll stop after we check out. Damn he was so rough and sexy. So piggy. He asked the forgettable guy if he wanted a turn. He fucked me and honestly don’t remember much. Like I said, I’m very big on energy and connection and this guy didn’t really give me much. It seemed like he was down but also wasn’t fully there? He was hard. They all were, but it was whatever. This was the first guy and cock that made me not really appreciate it. I remember thinking about what the next cock would feel like, or really present for the current guy. The skinny guy then came up and damn he was really chill. He fucked me slow. Gave long strokes felt so good. He was also pretty perverted. He told me to prop up, so I was on my hands instead of elbows. He kept his rhythm, but leaned forward and also started taunting me. Telling me that he loves fucking whores like me. He asked me how old I was. 24. Asked if I love raw dick? Of course. Said that he bet I wanna be owned as someone’s sex slave? I did! Asked if I want to be whored out and cash cow for these guys? I did! I told them to sell my ass for cheap like $20/fuck because I want to challenge myself to make lots of money by having lots of guys fuck me! He said that’s illegal and he could throw me in jail. But that I would prolly like that because then I can just service all the guys there. Would I like that? To be the jail whore? I said I would!!! I would love to be the jail whore. Damn he was hot and we had good banter. And last but certainly not least, the gymgod told me to flip on my back and scoot to the end of the bed. He eagerly obeyed and he started fucking me. It was so beautiful. He was so beautiful and muscular. The way his pecs and abs popped. But you know what? The fuck was really bland. He was horny and thrusting lots, but there was no chemistry. It felt like he was just going in and out of my ass, and compared Mike, both bears, and skinny guy, the one was also really just ok. I honestly don’t even really remember much about his cock—that’s how forgettable it was. Ironic that he was the one I was most drawn to initially. I needed verbal, dom energy. Guys who were pigs. This guy was just pretty. Skinny guy took out his own pipe and started smoking. Offered it to the other guys, but they said no. Turned to me and just gave me a smile that screamed I already know you want some! I smiled ear to ear, and propped up so he could feed me. I took as much as he wanted to feed me, and I felt warmth wash over my body again. Damn I was having such a good time! Don’t know what time it was, but I never wanted to night to end. After some more thrusts, the gymguy pulled out, and my hole felt so empty. It also needed a bit of a break, it felt nice. As guys were settling in and made themselves comfortable, I walked over to Bear and sat on his lap and made out with him some more. It was so tender, I can’t explain it. In such an animalistic setting, I was feeling really attached to the Bear. I was caressing him and nuzzling my face into his. Somehow I knew he would take care of me and also help me fly to the next level. I started to get a bit antsy thinking about the other guys and being a good slut and pleasing them, but I forced myself to sit with the Bear a bit longer. It felt so nice, and I hugged him before leaving and told him I want to get really fucked up. Even more than I am now. And that I’m really excited and scared, but I really want it. He told me I was a dirty slut, and that he will make me feel better than I can imagine. He lit up the pipe and fed me a bit more, and we shotgunned. The rest of the night was a bit of a hazy blur from this point. I smoked a lot more. Time was broken up into phases of the night. The first phase where I still remember lots of details. The blurry phase where skinny guy was still smoking. The blurry phase after forgettable and gymguy came and left. Then Mike left. Bear#2 was really hot and fucked me really well. In another universe, I would see myself smitten with him, but I couldn’t stop thinking about the Bear. I remember at one point making an effort to not break eye contact with Bear while bear#2 was fucking me to convey to him that this guy would never be as dom in my heart compared to him. He whispered something so fucking smutty as he came. Then he left too. Then the skinny guy stopped smoking and at some point left. All the loads were pumped deep inside me. I remember at some point thinking about how I just needed more cum. I couldn’t really savor each load and appreciate it, because I wanted another cock to load me. I was a bit more consumed with getting the loads at some point than the fuck itself. It was still hot though. Then light peered through the window. I started panicking at the thought this was going to end because I didn’t want it to. I have still having so much fun and still so high. I wanted to keep playing and explore this side of myself. I didn’t want to go back to reality. I turned to the Bear and started vomiting how I felt. He said if I wanted to keep playing, then it’s going to get more intense. I said I didn’t care and just wanted this to keep going. He asked if I was sure, and I said yes. There was a long pause. He looked into his eyes pleadingly. I don’t know what he was thinking, but he looked at me really intently. Then he walked to the hotel phone, called the front desk and told them to extend the stay through Monday morning. I was so fucking happy.

We got back to Bart's car and he motioned me to get in the back seat. We started to make out. Our lips were locked and my head was buzzing from the shot and i was horny from all the teasing all night. He started kissing and sucking on my neck and i let out a moan while he started playing with my nipples. "Ohh Bart", i moaned "Yeah just relax. We are going to have a good time tonight", he said with his other hand now down my scrubs stroking my hard leaking cock. He pulled down my scrubs and and went down on my cock. I moaned loudly as he started giving me an incredible blowjob sucking up and down my shaft and swirling around my head. I reached out and pulled down his jeans and let loose his nice cock. It was was huge for a guy his size. He was about 5"4' but his cock was a good 7". I stroked him as he was still sucking me off. I felt his other hand under my ass and a finger as my whole. I let out a soft moan as his finger entered my hole.

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