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Part 4 He walked away and walked up the stairs. Part of me was scared about being left secured to the bench but part of me didn't care. I was floating in the clouds except for my fuckhole. It needed to be bred. After an undetermined amount of time, I heard him coming back down the stairs. I heard him doing something behind me and then he returned in front of me. He placed the pipe at my lips. I opened my mouth and he inserted it. He lit it and I inhaled as deeply as I could and held it. I exhaled and he placed the pipe in my mouth again. I inhaled again and held it. I exhaled and he put the pipe in my mouth a third time. I inhaled again and held. I exhaled and was completely lost in the clouds. "I've got some buddies coming over. We are going to enjoy your party favors and you of course. The rules are simple. You will suck what we want sucked. You will lick what we want licked. You will drink what we want you to drink. We like tweaked-out pigs. I can promise you that mine isn't the only toxic load you will taking tonight." Between being in the clouds and needing to get bred, I barely understood what he was telling me. I heard someone coming down the stairs. "Welcome Brad. Glad you could make it. He's already swallowed my chem piss and has my load in his fuckhole." An unfamiliar voice responded. "Nice. I see you have some party favors and I brought some of mine." "What can I get for you?" "Nothing. I'm gonna light up and then check out this tweaked-out fuckhole you got here." "Have at it. Enjoy!" I heard the lighter and someone inhaling behind me. He took multiple hits and then I felt him behind me. His hands were on my back and ass. Then, he reached underneath me and felt my shriveled cock through my jock. "Tina dick. Great. Don't want it getting in the way. You said he has a load in him already?" "Yep." "He won't need any lube then." "Not unless you want it. He took mine with just spit." His fingers invaded my abused hole. "Wow. You dumped a big load in him." He pulled his fingers out and I felt him move behind me. "Let me fuck some of that load back in him." I felt his cock at the entrance of my hole. He held it there for a second and then pushed in. He wasn't as rough as Sam but he was firm. He paused for a minute and started to fuck me. I was happy. My needy fuckhole was being filled with what it needed - a hard raw cock. I was lost in my sensation when I realized that someone was in front of me. It was Sam. He spread his ass cheeks and pushed into my face. I immediately stuck my tongue out and started to rim him. His ass was very musky. "Get in there, slut." I pushed my tongue into his ass and was rewarded with a moan. I could taste his raunchy ass along with cum. He had at least one load in him. "That's right, slut. Get that load. It's got lots of bugs for you." I continued to try to get my tongue in as far as I could. My whole being needed to get that load out of his ass. I was disappointed as he moved away and went upstairs. I started to focus on the guy fucking me again. He had firm grip on my hips and was driving his cock deep in me. I moaned in pleasure knowing that my purpose was being fulfilled. Moments later, I heard two people coming back down the stairs. "Dammit Sam. You were right!" "Right? Come enjoy. Supplies are on the table if you want them." "Thanks." Sam returned in front of me. He grabbed my hair and pulled my head back. "Open" I opened my mouth wide. He spit into my mouth. "Swallow, you whore." I eagerly swallowed his spit. The guy behind me started to speed up and then pushed deep and held still. "ahhhhhhh" He held still for a couple of moments and pulled out. The new guest asked "How's the hole?" "He isn't stretched out yet but he is full of cum." "Great. Can we move him to the sling?" Sam replied, "Sure thing." My arms were unclipped from the bench and Sam helped me stand. I was struggling to keep my balance. Sam helped me over to the sling. I turned around and he helped me up into the sling. He attached my legs and arms to the chains. I finally had a look at the new guests. One guy was an average-looking guy with a nice-sized cock. The other guy was stripping down. He was thin and had a lot of tattoos all over his body. His head was shaved. When his pants were off, I could see his cock hanging low. It looked semi-flaccid but his cock was at least 7" already. He took several hits on the pipe. Unlike my cock, his started to grow after each hit. He put the pipe down and came over to me. "What's he on?" Sam replied "He has smoked a bunch and got a booty bump earlier. He also swallowed my chem piss." "Good. Did you use him Sam?" "Sure did." "So he must like it rough then." "Doesn't matter if he does or doesn't." "Damn right." I looked down and saw that he was holding his cock. It was now at least 9" and looked thick. "Well whore, as you know, Sam likes it rough. Well, he is actually too gentle for my tastes." He held his dry cock at the entrance of my fuckhole, grabbed the chains, and slammed into me. The pain was intense. It felt like he was ripping me open. He immediately starting fucking me hard. I had tears running down my face. "Oh look. He has tears. You know what turns me on even more? Tears." Somehow he managed to fuck me even harder as I felt his cock swell inside me. "Just so you know. I got out of prison not too long ago. Want to know what I was in for? They said I was too rough on someone that didn't want it. Well, to me, they all want it." I started to lose myself to the pain. Soon, the pain turned to pleasure. I was being used how I needed to be used. "See? They always want it." I completely lost myself to the clouds as the assault continued. At some point, it stopped. I looked down and saw the top had pushed in hard and his head was back in total pleasure. I was happy. I was able to bring him pleasure. His head came back down and he stared at me but didn't withdraw. He held still. That's when I felt it. My left arm had been released from the chain. It was by my side but it felt different. I looked over and saw a band around my arm just above my elbow. It was tight. Then I saw it and felt it. A needle was pushed into my arm. I looked at it as he pushed the plunger and I saw the liquid disappear. He released the band and pulled the needle out. A warmth started to overtake me. It felt like it was going to swallow me up. The need to cough overwhelmed me. I tried to stop it but couldn't. I coughed, my head leaned back, and then ecstasy took over. Things became fuzzy but I could feel the top fucking me hard again. It wasn't painful at all. Every molecule of my body was in limitless ecstasy. I lost total track of time and where I was. At some point, I started to become aware of my surroundings again. I wasn't on the sling any longer. It felt like I was on the floor. Warm water was hitting me. I must be getting a shower. I started to look up and realized that the shower wasn't running. There were several people standing over me. "Open your mouth, whore." I opened my mouth and tasted the piss. I swallowed as quickly as I could. Now, I became aware of what was going on. The guys were peeing on me. Each one stopped and walked away leaving me with Sam. "Stay here, whore. I will be right back." I slumped back on the floor and rested. I was covered in piss. There was also some other substance on my face. I reached up with my finger and scooped it and brought it to my lips. It was cum. At least one person came on my face as well. After some time, I started to come back to my senses. I was still laying in the shower stall. Then, I saw him returning to me. "Starting to come around?" "I think so." "OK. Think you can stand?" "I will try." I got to my knees and slowly stood. "Let's get you cleaned up. You can turn the shower on in front of you. You will want to wash off." I turned and faced the wall. I saw the knob and turned it on. The shower started above me. The water was cold but started to warm up quickly. I let the water wash over me. I made sure to run the water and my hands through my hair and over my face. I continued to rub my body. I got to my ass. It was very sore but felt good at the same time. He laughed, "Yeah. You aren't as tight as when you arrived." I finished washing off and turned off the shower. Sam brought me a towel. I wiped myself dry. I was starting to become more alert. I got out of the shower and headed over to the table. My pipe, lighter, and poppers were there but the baggie was empty. "Yeah. We used up all of your supplies." "That's ok." I picked up the pipe and lighter and went to get my clothes. I got dressed and put my remaining supplies in the pocket. I looked at my phone. It said it was 5a. Where had the time gone? I called an Uber and waited. Sam was picking up items on the table and putting them on shelves. "Thanks for the fun night. It was crazy wild." "Sure was. You are no longer a novice with Tina. You even slammed a few times." It came back to me. I looked down at my arm. There were a two punctures. Even though I was tired, I was starting to feel wired and horny again. I looked at my phone again. The Uber was just down the street. "My Uber is here." "OK. Let me show you the way." Sam came over and led me upstairs and toward the front door. "Hit me up next time you are in town and have supplies. We can party again." "Sure thing. Thanks!" I went out and hopped in the Uber and headed back to the hotel. I had been used and abused for hours and I wanted more. What was happening to me? I got back to the hotel room and put the do not disturb sign on the door. I went in and immediately stripped down. I grabbed the other baggie and pulled out a shard. I studied it. What should I do with this? I held it between my thumb and index finger. I laid on my back and brought my legs to my chest. I placed the shard at the entrance of my fuckhole. I pushed it slightly into the hole. Using my index finger, I pushed it deep inside me. I put my legs down and opened up the apps on my phone. I started sending messages to several tops. I got a response from one. "You looking?" "Yes. I was bred several times last night but am looking for more." "Full of cum?" "Not really. I just gave myself a booty bump and it has made me even hornier." "Oh." His chat disappeared. Guess I scared him off. I kept searching and sending messages. After a bit, I got a reply. "You looking?" "Yes. I have a booty bump in me and looking to get bred." "oooh. I like horny sluts. Location?" I sent him the hotel information. "ok. I will be there in 30 mins." "See you soon." I kept looking on the apps without much success. After about thirty minutes, I got a message on Grindr. "I'm pulling up. Room number?" I sent him the room number and propped the door open. I returned to the bed and got into position. The booty bump was in full effect. My fuckhole screaming for a raw cock. I heard the door open and close and heard clothes hit the floor. My ass was moving in anticipation and need. "You look like a needy slut." "Yes Sir. I need to get bred." "Good. I have a few loads for you. Hope you like them dirty." "They are the best." He started rubbing my ass and then moved his fingers to my crack. He stuck his finger into my fuckhole. "Got a shard in there?" "Yes Sir." He pulled his finger out and climbed between my legs. I heard him lubing his cock and then felt it in my crack. It was heavy. He slid it through my crack several times making it slick. Then, he placed the cock at my hole and pushed in slightly. It felt like the perfect size. He slid in slowly until he was all the way in. After the abuse my hole took last night, this was much nicer. He slowly started to fuck me, his hands gripping my hips. "Such a nice fuckhole. Feels well-used but not loose." "Thank you, Sir. It was meant to service tops." He continued to fuck me and steadily increased the pace. "How many dirty loads have you taken?" "I have lost count." "Are you on prep?" "No Sir. My cunt is fertile." "mmmmm. I love impregnating fertile cunts." His speed continued to increase and his grip continued to tighten. I was thoroughly enjoying this fuck. It was the best that I have felt in a long time. Was it because of his perfect cock? Was it because of the way he was fucking me? Was it because of the booty bump? Was it because of all of the partying from last night? I didn't care. This is what I am meant for. I know that I am going to be chasing this feeling going forward. I snapped back to reality. He was gripping me tight. "Take my toxic load, slut!" He grabbed my hips tight and drove forward. I felt his cock swell and fill my fertile hole with his precious seed. He held still for a moment and slowly withdrew. "On your back, slut." I turned over and laid on my back. I got a look at him. He was above-average in height and thin. He had several dark patches on his body. Both of his nipples were pierced. His face was gaunt. He pushed my legs back and bent down and started to rim my hole. I closed my eyes and moaned in pleasure. He worked around the outside of my hole and then stuck his tongue in deep. I could feel him lapping up the cum in my well-used hole. After several minutes, he stopped. I looked back down in time to see him climb between my legs. His long cock was hard. He grabbed it with his hand and placed it at the entrance of my hole. He started moving up at the same time as he began to push into me. In one long move, he pushed all the way into me and moved all the way on top of me until we were face-to-face. His steel-grey eyes stared down at me and he began to slowly fuck me. He used long, firm, powerful strokes. I bent upward and started to lick his left nipple ring. He moaned and I felt his cock twitch inside of me. He stopped fucking and held himself deep inside me. I continued to flick my tongue on his nipple ring. Each time I did, he would moan and his cock would pulsate inside me. It felt so good. He started to fuck me again. I tried to keep my mouth on his nipple ring but I couldn't any longer. He reached his arm over my head. His armpit was just above my head. I could smell the musk. I stuck my tongue out and he lowered his armpit to my mouth. I lapped up the sweaty musky flavor. His cock swelled again inside of me as he continued to fuck me. After several strokes, he pulled his arm away and moved it to grab each of my arms. He pulled my arms over my head and held them there. I looked up at him. He was staring down at me with a determined look. I could also see the pleasure on his face as he continued to fuck me. He exuded dominance in holding my hands above my head. I was powerless but to take his raw cock and seed. I was in heaven. He let go of my hands but I kept them locked above my head. He smiled down at me. He moved his hands to my chest and pinched my nipples. I closed my eyes and moaned. Then his hands moved. They were around my throat. I opened my eyes and saw a sadistic smile on his face. He squeezed my neck slightly. I smiled in pleasure. He increased the pressure on my neck. He wasn't cutting off my oxygen completely but was restricting it. I was loving it. He started to fuck me with desperation. He continued to fuck harder and then he pushed in and squeezed my throat tightly. He completely cut off my oxygen as I felt his cock swell. Spurt. Spurt. Spurt. Spurt. Spurt. Spurt. Spurt. He released his hands from around my throat. I gasped. "Thank you, Sir." "You are such a good slut." He stayed inside me for a few minutes and then pulled out. I rolled over on my stomach to ensure that the cum stayed in me. "How long are you in town, slut?" "I leave tomorrow morning." "OK. I would love to stop back later tonight and get another crack at your fuckhole." "I'd love that, Sir." "OK. I'll let you know later." With that, he went into the bathroom, got cleaned up, got dressed and left. I was still horny but I needed to try to rest a little. I still had a good portion of the day and another night.

Getting Away, Part 9 When Matt comes back, High Dude is no longer there, and Jay’s friends are mostly mixing with other guys. One of Jay’s friends, Jamie, comes over and apologizes. Matt shrugs it off and asks if Jamie is having fun. He says, “Yeah but not as much as you. Those two guys you talked to were so hot. And totally different – like one is “works with his hands in the sun hot” and the big dude is “can break you in half” muscle hot. I want some. Matt, a bit on edge from the storytelling of others, takes a big gulp of his drink and prepares to tell this dude to fuck off. Matt turns on Jamie and sees his face is full of just good-natured fun and a big smile. Matt relaxes and says, “This can be a fun place. You been here before?” Jamie says no and he and Matt start chattering at each other rapid fire, laughing, curious, sharing information about the camp ground, all the things. Mya’s new song, “Case of the Ex” comes on the speakers. Matt and Jamie squeal at their favorite new song. Matt drops his ass to the ground. He looks over to see Jamie doing the same thing. The two twinks start dancing up on each other as if this song is the only song in the world. As the song ends, the two guys devolve into laughing and rapid fire conversation. One guy watching the two twinks talk turns to his friend and says, “They look like two chickens squawking away at each other.” Another dude says, “But that dance gave me a fucking boner.” The group around them agrees and they all laugh. Then they watch Snake arrive and speak to the two boys, with his arm around Matt’s waist. The guys watch Snake work his magic. Within a few minutes, he seems to have mesmerized both guys and they are walking into the field together, all three of them. Out of a sense of mixed emotions one guy says, “EVERY! FUCKING! WEEKEND! He gets more action than a rooster in a hen house.” The guys nod and laugh, and one says, “Appropriate since we all just agreed those twinks looked like chickens squawking at each other.” The men all laugh and go back to their conversation. Matt wasn’t feeling any sexual energy from Jamie until Snake swept them away. Now Matt is sandwiched between Jamie in the front and Snake behind him. Jamie is kissing him while Snake kisses Matt’s neck. Snake’s hands are rubbing Matt’s arms, back, shoulders and ass. Jamie’s hands take Matt’s hands to his waist. Matt rubs the twink’s thin hips and he slides a hand to Jamie’s cock and makes a noise of surprise. This twink is hung. By the time Matt runs his hand to the end of the bulge, he is mid-thigh on the twink. Snake says, “Find something you like?” Matt says, “Oh yeah. Jamie has a nice cock.” Jamie rubs Matt’s cock and unbuttons his shorts. Matt takes a minute and pushes his shorts and underwear off and takes off his shirt. Snake and Jamie both make appreciative noises at Matt’s eagerness. Naked, except for his sneakers, Matt returns to making out with the guys. Snake feels Matt’s ass (which has now been fucked by 5 men today) and Matt’s hole opens for his finger easily. Snake feels like this is going to be a good night. Jamie drops to his knees and starts sucking Matt’s cock. Matt turns his head to kiss Snake as Snake’s fingers enter his ass. Matt grunts and asks if Snake brought lube. Snake says, “Yeah babe. I got you covered.” Matt says, “You’ve never been in me covered before.” Snake pulls lube from his pocket, puts some on his fingers and slides them back into Matt. Matt moans. Snake says, “Yeah babe. Moan for me. You gonna take it uncovered again tonight? Gonna let me cum in you tonight?” Matt says, “Yeah. Do you want me to?” Snake says, “Fuck yeah. I want to breed your ass.” Jamie is listening to the guys. He continues working Matt’s cock. Jamie has never had unprotected sex, but he’s not dumb. He knows what “uncovered,” “cum inside,” and breed” mean. Jamie wonders if this very hot camp worker and very hot twink are serious. One voice in Jamie’s head is saying leave now and another is saying stay. Jamie stands up and kisses Matt and strokes his cock. Matt pushes off Jamie’s shorts and bends over to start sucking Jamie’s nice cock. Snake says, “Work that cock babe. You like it? It looks big.” Matt moans around Jamie’s cock appreciatively. Matt hears Snakes belt hit the ground. Snake rubs his cock in Matt’s ass crack. His cock head catches on Matt’s well fucked hole and almost sinks inside. Snake pulls back. He has plans for Matt tonight. He wants to see how far Matt will go sexually. Snake is usually still plying his weekend conquests with some kind of romance on night 2 of a weekend. He’s thinking Matt might be ready for the kind of night that makes Snake popular at this campsite. Snake starts rubbing his cock on Matt’s hole directly. The twink’s legs spread almost on cue as Snake pushes on Matt’s hole. Instead of entering the twink’s ass, Snake is pushing his sexual desire higher. Matt is moaning. He is sucking Jamie’s cock. Snake knows how good Matt’s mouth feels. He tells Jamie to switch with him. They turn Matt around. Jamie starts rubbing his cock on Matt’s ass crack. Snake feels Matt’s mouth around his cock again. Snake says, “Sweet mouth. Feels so good.” Jamie is loving the feel of Matt’s body and his ass. As he is rubbing his cock along Matt’s crack, his cockhead rubs Matt’s hole. Matt moans and Jamie almost slides inside. Jamie does not want to accidentally fuck Matt without a condom. He pulls back from Matt’s ass and says, “I want to suck Matt’s cock more.” Matt turns around and watches Jamie take his cock in his mouth. Snake knows if Jamie keeps sucking on Matt’s cock that Matt will cum too soon. He wants Matt’s sexual desire to hit that place Snake wants it to be – begging to be fucked. Snake doesn’t get every bottom to this point – some cum to quickly, some start to think too much, some get spooked by the crowds, some get spooked by the other men watching. Lots of things can go wrong. Snake has gotten about a dozen guys to the necessary height of sexual desire required to give up their inhibitions previously, including “July bottom” last year, and it takes timing and patience. Snake says, “Babe, you ready to get fucked?” Matt pulls his cock from Jamie’s mouth, turns and kisses Snake. Snake says, “Get on all fours. Focus on Jamie’s cock as I enter you.” Matt gets on all fours, grabs Jamie’s cock and starts sucking. Jamie moans. Snake gets behind Matt, lines up his cock, and pushes into Matt. Matt moans loudly around Jamie’s cock. Jamie can swear he feels the vibration of the sound in Matt’s throat. He almost cums from this previously unknown sensation. Jamie also watches as Snake’s uncovered cock slides all the way into Matt’s ass in one motion. Jamie says, “Matt. Do you want to use a condom?” Snake looks at Jamie incredulously. He’s unable to process this twink’s stupidity. If a bottom doesn’t ask for a condom or present one, they are willing to take it bareback. Only get them to admit they want it bareback, when you know their answer. Snake knows Matt’s answer, but this could fuck up Snake's plans for the whole night……………………….

I am a 22 year old student, 5'6, medium build, blonde hair, blue eyes, 6" uncut, tight Hole, into most things I've tried and open to those that I haven't. I was out barhopping one night and got half soused. By the end of the evening I was feeling so horny a trip to the Baths was in order. There were a few guys cruising around so I wandered about. Then this tanned guy in his 30s checked in. He finished his cigarette, scanning the joint. He invited me to his room. He was so hot I couldn't refuse. He tossed his towel on the bunk, revealing a 7-inch Cock. I bent down to suck it, and he started to fuck down my throat. He knelt down to rim me, pushing his tongue in far as it would go. "GOD, THAT FEELS GOOD!" He got to talkin' dirty in that husky voice of his, telling me how he liked breedin' Cunts like me. The longer he rimmed me, the harder I got. He pressed his dry Dick to my Hole, and, before I knew it, plunged all the way in. Actually it wasn't as bad as it sounds—cause I was halfway drunk to begin with and he planted a bottle of Poppers under my nose. He plowed in and out, and I bucked back against him cause it felt so good. He asked if I liked takin' it raw. In practice I usually didn't—but when push came to shove—YES—that’s how I prefer it. Meanwhile, I was thinking, 'Geez, I oughta ask this guy to use a Condom.' But "GOD THAT FEELS GOOD!" was all that came out. He fucked me for 20 minutes, talking about how he loved breedin' Bottoms. I must admit I dug it. I could feel him gettin' harder and thrustin' deeper the longer he fucked. He started moaning an' beatin' me off. THEN HE SHOT! His Dick spasmed nonstop. "FUCK, BOY! TAKE MY POZ CUM!" I tried to pull off but he was still beatin' my Shaft and in spite of myself, I came, too. He licked me clean and kissed me. The taste of my Cum on his tongue reminded me of the Toxic Venom he'd infused up my Ass. He was yappin' away; but I had no comprehension of what he said cause I was in shock. Over the next few weeks I came to accept what had happened; and Barebacking became the rule, rather than the exception in my life. A couple months later I got tested, and the results came back NEG; but by then Bareback Sex had become so ingrained in my persona that I ONLY FUCKED RAW.

I see there is a common thread with most of these stories. We knew we were different at an early age. Everyone discovers sexuality at their own time. That is why the age of consent is hard to establish. By the age of 9 I knew I wanted to be with a man. I still wasn’t sure how it would work but for some strange reason I wanted to suck cock. I wonder if I was a whore in a previous life too? Lol

Showing my pole AND my hole, like the slut I am

So this is my first post, and I thought what better way than to tell you all about what's gonna happen in 2 hours time. For a back story, I'm in my early 20's, I'm Negative and not a bug chaser. But i've come to accept the risks that I take when I let a guy fill me up with cum. For years I've been really hung up on sex, my sex education at school scared the crap out of me which meant if I ever "slipped up" with a guy I would freak. I gradually became less and less up tight about everything but still kept "slipping up" with guys and letting them bareback me. So about 4 months ago my friends invite me out into town and I meet a friend of theirs who's visiting. It was one of those instant connections where I knew I'd found something good. He's a big bear, nice fat cock... absolutely filthy. Soon enough he became my boyfriend (and am moving in the next few months to where he lives). He's poz, on meds and undetectable. And the first few times he used condoms (and viagra as he hated condoms) and would fuck me senseless... we have a pretty perfect sex life... he knows how far to push me and how much further I can take. Eventually we had "the talk", and I said I wanted it bare with him. Needless to say since then I've never looked back. I'm finally doing what I've wanted to do for so long and barebacking. Absolutely loving it. So I met these two bears last year (back when I was safe only). One thing led to another and we ended up back at my place. Started off safe, but they're bloody massive guys. One's about 9.5" and really thick. The other is 8" and a bit thicker... and I needed a break. So we stopped and were kissing and playing with each other, when the inevitable happens... they start sliding back in me raw. Felt so fucking good. I was riding the 9.5" and the other came in behind me and slipped up me too. I was in heaven. He asked if I wanted him to cum in me and I (stupidly) said no. So we finished up, I went back into my worried "have I caught something" state, but they assured me I'd be fine. I later found out they were both poz but undetectable... and sure enough, I was fine. So a year later I'm sat here... wearing my leather boots my boyfriend got me for christmas (trying to break them in and make them more comfortable) and feeling mega horned up. They message me and ask if I'm free tonight, and the plan is made. They're coming over later and we're having a repeat of last time. But I surprise them; Me: This time you're gonna fill my hole up with your poz cum. Them: You poz now then? Me: No, but I want your loads in me Them: Fuck yeah, we're gonna fill you up boy. Have been chatting with them since (the usual pre-sex filthiness) and they'll be over soon. Gotta go jump in the shower but I'll update you guys after I'm fucked senseless and loaded up with poz cum. See you soon!

If the bathhouse has a slog then get in it, put your ankles in the stirrups and open your legs wide. It’s important that the tops get a good view of your asshole. If no slings then get down doggy, ass up, shoulders down and legs spread with your hole on show. Make it fucking obvious you want to be seeded. Hope you get the loads you crave.

Just had some random guy meet me in the alley next door. No talking, no eye contact just pure raw sex that only lasted 10 mins. I sucked his cock until hard, got on my knees and endured a brutal onslaught with only my spit as lube. Still horny thinking about it.

Rubber Party in Munich: Load 1: Shooting on a guy in the darkroom Load 2: Shooting in a guy in a sling Load 3: shooting in a mouth of a guy during spit-roasting Load 4: on myself after this twink (he is a model in real life) pissed on me. After a few hours of sleeping I am still horny.

When I was 4 or 5 I was in a swimming pool locker room with my dad and a man walked by to go to the showers and he was huge. His cock was swinging and he was a ginger. I just stared and my dad said….its big isn’t it? I just shook my head yes. I didn’t know what I wanted to do with it then but now I would ride him like he was the last cock on the planet.

Please find me and get me Wet. thanks

Part 3 I got back to the hotel. It was 2a. Where did the time go? I was tired but really horny and wired at the same time. I couldn't explain it. I thought about going to sleep but I decided I needed to see if I could find anyone else to breed me. I hopped on the apps and looked for more tops. After searching for a while, I passed out. My alarm went off. It was 10a. I was hungover. I dragged myself out of bed and drank down an entire bottle of water. I douched and showered. I started to feel a little better. I went out and got breakfast at Tim Hortons and headed back to my hotel room. I texted my host from last night. "Good morning, Sir. Thanks for a crazy night." No response. I started thinking about what I would do tonight. If my host from last night responded, would I go back? Would I try to find other PnP tops? Would I go to Steamworks? Did I really want to do another booty bump tonight? Did I really want to smoke again tonight? I never wanted to smoke but I enjoyed it. Did I need it? No but maybe I would just try it again to make sure. My phone beeped. It was a text from last night's host. "Hi slut. Glad you liked it. Interested in buying from me today?" "I probably shouldn't but am thinking about it." "OK. I can't play tonight like we did last night. I could sell you some party favors and show you how to enjoy them now that you are sober." "OK. If I decide to do that, when should I come by?" "Well, let me know if you want that and I will tell you the time." What was I going to do? I shouldn't buy any more. I had the experience and I enjoyed it but I shouldn't repeat it. It wouldn't be a good idea. I should turn him down and just look for bb tops. "I am interested. What time?" "Good. Stop by at 5p" "OK. See you then." What was I doing? I shouldn't do this. I will just tell him later that I am not going to stop by. I went onto Telegram and read through messages. I posted a message on one of the PnP channels about my experience. "Had my first PnP experience last night. I got a booTy bump and then smoked some last night. It was amazing. Turned me into a total tweaked out cumdump last night. Most of the night was hazy but it was so hot. Trying to determine if I am going to repeat." Several people replied. Everyone was encouraging me. A private message popped up. "Where are you located?" "I am visiting Toronto." "Really? I'm in the Toronto area too." "Cool. Do you PnP?" "Yes I do. If you pick up more party favors, maybe we can get together." "What are you into/looking for?" "Total top. Breeding, sweat, piss, spit, rough play" "mmmm. I haven't gotten into sweat, piss or spit yet but I can" "Good. Let me know. My name is Sam" "Thanks Sam. My name is Greg." I checked out the time. It was early afternoon. I went out and got some food to hold me over for the afternoon/evening. I performed another douche in case anything happened this afternoon. My craving for play was growing. My craving to pick up supplies was growing. I should just look for some regular play instead. That will satisfy me. I don't need any different kind of play. I got a message on Grindr. "You looking?" "Yes. I am looking for a bb top. You looking to breed?" "Sure am. Location?" I sent him the name of the hotel. "Cool. I am just down the street. Ready now?" "Yes." "Great. I have a 7 day load for you. See you soon." I hit the poppers. They were nice but they didn't satisfy my craving like they used to. I hit them several more times. My phone buzzed. "I'm just about to walk in. Room number?" I sent him the room number and propped open the door. I got on the bed in doggie and hit the poppers again. A few minutes later, I heard the door open and close. I heard his clothes hit the floor and heard him walk over to the bed. He slapped my ass and climbed onto the bed. I took two rapid hits of poppers in each nostril and held. He slapped my crack with his now-hard cock. I exhaled. He lubed up his cock and held it at the entrance to my hole. I took a deep hit of poppers in my right nostril and he started to push in. "mmmmm nice fuck hole." He continued to push until he was all the way inside me. I hit the poppers again. I was enjoying them but it didn't seem as satisfying as before. I was thinking back to last night as he started to fuck me. I loved the feeling of that booty bump last night. I realized that my mind was wandering when it needed to be focused on satisfying the top that was fucking me. I focused on his thrusts. I squeezed my fuckhole trying to bring him even more pleasure. I hadn't even focused on his cock. It was definitely above average in length and thickness. It was the size that I love. "On yeah slut, tighten that hole. It's going to make me cum deep in you." I kept squeezing. "Breed me, Sir. Give me your big load." "You got it, slut." He started to fuck hard and fast and then grabbed my hips and pushed hard. I pushed back at him to keep my balance. "uhhhhhhhhhhh" I felt him squirt five times deep in my hole. Each spurt was hitting my prostate. After several minutes, he slowly withdrew. I laid down on my stomach. He slapped my ass. "Thanks slut. I needed that." "Thank you, Sir." He walked back to the door, got dressed and left. I enjoyed the fuck but something was missing. I needed more. Did I need to parTy? I checked the time. I needed to get ready to head over to last night's host. I sent him a text. "Am I still good to stop by for supplies?" "Yep. Bring cash." I called an Uber. I got dressed, grabbed my cash, poppers and lube and headed downstairs. I hopped into the Uber and headed off to meet my host. I don't need to do this. I can change my mind. Maybe I can just do one smoke. Surely, he would let me do one puff and leave. Maybe I can try more. The Uber stopped at his apartment. I got out and walked to the building and hit his buzzer. He buzzed me in and I went to his apartment and knocked. He let me in. This time, his apartment was fully lit. I looked around. It was pretty nice. Nothing too fancy but everything was clean and bright. "Welcome. Follow me." I followed him back to the room from the other night. The room was brightly lit now. The mattress was still on the floor. There was no drug paraphernalia on the floor this time. The sling was still setup. He led me over to the table that was next to the sling. There were a few glass pipes and baggies on the table. "I have some supplies for you. I have some baggies with different amounts and sizes of shards. Since you are new, I recommend the baggies that have several smaller shards. This will let you pace yourself better." "I don't know what I am doing." "It's fine. I will show you. How many baggies do you think you might want?" "I guess it depends on the cost." He told me the price for each baggie. It seemed like a fair price but I didn't know. "Think I can buy two of the baggies?" "Sure thing and I will throw in a glass pipe and lighter." I handed him the money. "OK. I know you aren't local. Do not try to smuggle this across the border. If you do and you get caught, do not lead them back to me. Got it?" "Yes Sir." "Good. Now let me show you how to smoke this." He opened one of the baggies and pulled out a small shard. He grabbed one of the pipes and lighter and handed it to me. He showed me the process. I inhaled deeply, held it as long as I could and then exhaled. I was already starting to feel my purpose. "Looks like you enjoyed that. I am glad. Feel like you know what to do?" "mmmmm Yeah. I do." "OK. Good. You have my number whenever you need more but remember what I told you about trying to smuggle it across the border." I was fuzzy but I remembered. "Yeah. I remember." "OK good. Have fun." "Thanks." I called an Uber and headed downstairs to meet it. Once it arrived, I got in and headed back to the hotel. I was wired but relaxed. I was horny. The need to be a cumdump continued to grow more urgent. I got into my room and got naked. I placed the supplies on the nightstand. I got on Telegram and sent a message to Sam. "I picked up some supplies." He responded. "Cool. Want some raunch tonight?" "Yes Sir. I do." "OK. Can you travel?" "Where?" He sent me his address in Mississauga. "I should be able to get an Uber there." "Good. How about 8p tonight?" "Yes Sir." "Good. Bring your supplies and be ready for fun." I had less than an hour before I had to get an Uber. I freshened up and got my supplies together. Soon after, I jumped into an Uber and headed out. My mind was racing. Should I be doing this? This could be a setup. Maybe he is law enforcement. Maybe I should just turn-around and head back. Maybe this will be a crazy-fun night. What if I need this kind of night all of the time? Then what? Maybe it can just be something that I do when I come to Toronto. Why am I so horny? Is this how it will always be? What's wrong with feeling this way? Just enjoy yourself. Finally, the Uber pulled up in front of a house and I got out. It was a small house. It was run-down. The paint was peeling on the house. The shingles were very weathered. There was assorted junk outside. The shades were all closed. I walked up to the door and knocked. The door opened and I was greeted by a very rough looking guy with very short hair. He was about my height and looked very thin. He was wearing a robe that wasn't fully closed. He was naked underneath. "Come on in." I stepped inside and closed the door behind me. Inside, the house appeared ok but it smelled of smoke, pot, piss, and cum. "Follow me to the playroom." I walked behind him as he led me through the living room and down the hall. We came to a door and he opened it and went in. It was a stairway that led downstairs. I was getting nervous. We were heading down to a basement. My mind was screaming for me to leave but I followed him down. We got to the bottom of the stairs and I could see that the basement had been converted to a playroom. There was a fuck bench to the side and a sling hanging from the rafters. There was a table setup which had various items on it. There was drug paraphernalia. There was a gas mask. There were various restraints along with various butt plugs and dildos. In one of the corners, it looked like a shower stall was installed. There were no walls, just a showerhead with attached douching attachment and a drain. There was a toilet next to the shower. "Strip and put your supplies on the table." I stripped down to my jock. I pulled my poppers, pipe, lighter, and baggies out of my pocket and placed them on the table. He walked over to me. He was naked now and I was able to get a better look at him. He was barely more than skin and bones. He had no hair on his body and a very short haircut. He had various tattoos on his body. He had biohazard tattoo on his chest and a scorpion tattoo on his hip. His cock wasn't hard but was at least 6 inches. His balls were large and were hanging very low. He walked over to me and rubbed his boney hands over my chest and back. His hands moved down my back and squeezed my ass. He walked over to the table and looked through what I brought. "Not bad for a beginner. Should be beyond beginner level by the time you leave. Suck my cock while I prepare." I immediately got down on my knees and reached out to his cock. I grabbed it and stuck my tongue out and licked the tip. I moved closer and started to take it into my mouth. He twitched as I started to lick around the head. I continued to lick the head and started to lightly suck the tip. His cock started to swell and grow in my mouth. I tried to take it as deep in my mouth and throat as I could. His cock grew harder the longer that I sucked. I heard him take a deep inhale, hold, and exhale. "Decent shit." He pulled his cock out of my mouth and handed me the pipe and lighter. I lit the pipe and inhaled deeply. I held it as long as I could and then exhaled. The need to be a cumdump started to grow again. "Again." I repeated with the pipe. My head started to spin. "Again." I didn't think I could do another but I did another hit. "Again." I was really feeling it but I did another hit as he wanted. He put his hand out and I handed him the pipe and lighter. I was still kneeling and was lost in the high from the hits when I felt it. Something was being put around my neck. I couldn't figure out what it was at first and then I felt it get pulled. It was a collar. He was pulling me by a leash that was attached. I crawled as best as I could behind him as he continued to pull me. Then, we stopped. We were in the shower stall area. He was standing in front of me. His cock inches away from my mouth. "Open your mouth and close your eyes." I opened my mouth and was ready to suck him again. Then I felt it. A hot liquid was hitting my face and going into my mouth. "Drink my chempiss." I instinctively started to swallow as fast as I could as more of his hot piss went into my mouth. I am not sure if I enjoyed the taste of his piss or not. All I knew is that I didn't care. He stopped peeing and stepped forward and stuck his cock in my mouth. I immediately started sucking again and he moaned. He put his hands on both sides of my head and started to fuck my mouth. His cock grew larger and he started to force it into my throat. I was relaxed and his cock went into my throat. He started to fuck my face harder and I could feel his cock banging against my throat. Then, he abruptly pulled his cock out of my mouth. He pulled the leash and I followed behind him. He stopped at the fuck bench and released the leash. "Get on." I climbed up on the fuck bench and rested my arms on the rests. He walked away and I heard him gathering items from somewhere. He returned and grabbed my right ankle. He attached a cuff to my leg and pulled it slightly. I heard the sound of metal being fastened. He moved over to my left ankle. I tried to move my right leg but found that it didn't move far. He had attached the cuff to the bench. He finished with my left leg. It was now secured to the bench as well. He walked around in front of me with his cock right in front of my face. I opened my mouth. He stepped forward and stuck the head of his cock in my mouth. I started sucking. He grabbed my right arm and secured a cuff around my wrist and then secured it to the bench. He repeated with my left arm. I was now completely secured to the bench. He pushed forward with his cock and grabbed my head again. "Much better." He started fucking my face again. This time, he was rougher. He was pushing his cock harder into my throat. After one of the thrusts, he held still. I was starting to panic. I felt my breath running out. I started to move my arms. He laughed, held still for another moment and then withdrew. I gagged. Tears were running down my face. "mmmmmmm" He immediately grabbed my head and pushed his cock in again. He started fucking my face again. Over and over, his cock abused my throat. Again, he pushed in and held still. I tried to relax but the panic started to increase again. I started to move again but he held still. The panic got worse. Again, he laughed but didn't move this time. I started to get desperate. He pulled out and I gagged again. Tears were continuing to flow down my face. He stepped away. My head was starting to clear. What had I gotten myself into? I started to wonder if I should tell him that I needed to stop. He could keep my supplies in exchange. Then, I felt him pushing something sharp into my ass. He pulled his finger and moved around behind me. He returned in front of me. He held the glass pipe to my lips. I opened my mouth and wrapped it around. He lit it and I inhaled. "Keep inhaling. You can take more." I kept inhaling until my lungs felt full. "More." I tried to inhale more. I thought my lungs were going to burst. He pulled the pipe away and I held as long as I could and then exhaled. Immediately, the pipe was put back in my lips. He lit it again and I inhaled deeply again. I inhaled until I couldn't inhale any longer. He pulled back and I held it as long as I could before I exhaled. He stepped away. My head was spinning again and the hunger in my fuckhole started. I was lost in my sensations until I felt him behind me again. I felt his cock at my fuckhole. I heard him spit. "I only use spit or cum for lube." He pushed in hard. It hurt. He immediately started fucking hard. It continued to hurt. He grabbed the leash and pulled back on my neck. The pain continued but it as being overwhelmed by the hunger in my fuckhole. As he continued the assault on my fuckhole, the pain was replaced by pleasure. Thrust after thrust was hitting my prostate. I lost track of time. I don't know if he fucked me for a couple of minutes or for hours. Suddenly, he pulled hard on the leash and slammed deep in me. Spurt. Spurt. Spurt. Spurt. Spurt. Spurt. Each one hit my prostate. After a few moments, he pulled out and moved around to my face. I instinctively opened my mouth. He jammed his cock into my mouth. I could taste the mixture of my ass, his cum, and blood. I licked off all of the juices until he pulled out of my mouth. "Hope you are comfortable slut. If not, oh well. The night is just beginning."

My apologies everyone for being absent for so long. My job is taking off and consuming more of my time (a good thing financially) and I've had some family challenges (my elderly parents are well, elderly and needing more attention). I have seen your messages and they have helped motivate me to continue with this story. Its going to be a bit of a slow burn but this chapter marks a major milestone in Jason's journey. Usual disclaimers apply (see chapter 1). Freshman Project: Jason (Part 3) Jason sat waiting at the table of the coffee house, slowly sipping his iced mocha frap. It was 4:10pm on Thursday and he was becoming increasingly resigned to having been stood up by Blake. He told himself he would give it five more minutes before trying to salvage some dignity by leaving. He looked down again at his phone and checked the time for the twentieth time in the last fifteen minutes. “I’m so sorry Jason,” said a nearly breathless voice from above him. Jason looked up saw Blake standing there, wearing a sweat soaked tank top and thin nylon workout shorts. Blake flashed his smile and Jason immediately forgot all about being made to wait, “Our team’s time in the weight room got bumped back so I didn’t get out of there till four. I tried to find a way to contact you today but apparently you didn’t sign in at the meeting, so I didn’t have your email or phone number.” “Huh, sign in? I didn’t know there was a sign in. Oh well no worries about being late, I wasn’t concerned,” lied Jason. “Cool, we should exchange numbers just in case something like this happens again,” said Blake as he sat down in the chair across the table from Jason. He noticed Jason was dressed up a bit more than the last time that he had seen him.. He had a nice button up shirt that framed his skinny body well and a pair of tight skinny jeans that looked like it was the first time they had been worn. Blake figured they were a purchase made after he got to school as he couldn’t image the boy wearing them back in Alabama around his religious family. Blake reached out and took a hold of one of Jason’s hands, prying it off the drink which he was clutching with both hands. Jason reacted by looking directly at Blake, something he tended to avoid doing that often. Blake smiled and said, “I hope I’m not being too forward, but do you want to go over to my apartment, its just a couple blocks off campus, and talk there? I know I said we would talk more here first, but I think I need a shower and I’m too jacked up from an energy drink I had before my workout to want any coffee.” While Blake was talking he gently ran his thumb over the back of Jason’s hand. Jason resisted the urge to immediately say yes, he did not want to appear too eager; he did not want Blake to think he was a slut, as if a virgin could be a slut. So he counted to three in his head before answering, “Yeah, I guess that would be fine, I could see you not wanting to sit there all sweaty.” The matter agreed to, Jason quickly downed the rest of his drink, giving himself brain freeze. He tried to act cool, but there really isn’t any way to do that while a chunk of ice is trapped where your sinuses meet the back of your throat. Blake licked his lips and said, “You look really cute when you are making faces, I bet you look amazing when you have your O face.” Jason blushed. He wondered if Blake was teasing him or flirting with him. He forced himself to laugh as he heard Blake laughing. Jason followed Blake to his apartment. In the ten minute walk they talked about Blake being on the swim team. He wasn’t a star and he wasn’t attending on scholarship. The school was limited to the equivalent of about ten full time scholarships and Blake wasn’t good enough to receive one. Still he enjoyed swimming and liked competing even if he was not getting to the podium that often. The season was just about to start and they had their first meet during the coming weekend. Currently they had practice every morning starting at six and then either alternated in the afternoon between another swim practice and time in the weight room. Today they were scheduled for the weight room but the football team was late getting out of there. The school’s football was in the top twenty-five and got whatever resources they wanted, while the other sports took got the football and basketball teams’ crumbs. Blake explained that he was paying for college through student loans, but was doing pretty well with his side hustle so it was manageable. Jason asked what his side hustle was but Blake just gave him a non-responsive answer, “Just a lot of different things to make a buck.” Jason did not press any further on the subject. When they got to the apartment, Blake plopped down on the couch saying he was exhausted from his workout and needed to sit down for a bit, asking if Jason minded that he postponed the shower. “Um, no, that’s fine. You don’t stink or anything,” said Jason again regretting that he did not shut up after the first sentence. “Good to know,” said Blake with a smirk. He patted the seat next to him on the couch with one hand as he grabbed the remote with the other, “You ever seen the series Heartstopper?” Jason sat down on Blake’s left, making sure he was close but not touching, “No, what’s it about?” “Oh you sheltered little gayby. It’s British. It’s about a gay boy that has a crush on a jock. I think it’s right up your ally,” said Blake as he turned on the TV. He reached his left arm around and set it on the back of the couch behind Jason, making sure the boy got a good whiff of his sweaty pit. After they finished the first episode, Blake got up and grabbed his weed pipe and a bag of Indica. He sat down next to Jason, closing the gap so that their sides were now in contact. “Do you, uh, partake?” asked Blake as set the pipe and weed down on the coffee table. “Um, I don’t know. Won’t you get in trouble with the swim team, I heard at orientation that anyone participating in athletics were subject to drug tests,” answered Jason. “They stopped testing for pot when it became legal in the state. They just don’t mention that to the students cause they don’t want to encourage it,” laughed Blake. “Oh, I just never thought about it. It wasn’t really available at my school, unless you were willing to hang around with the, uh, bad kids since it’s illegal in Alabama,” said Jason. “Bad kids? What made them bad?” asked Blake. “Uh, yeah, I don’t know. I guess that’s just my dad talking. I’ve never smoked marijuana before but I’m willing to give it a try if you promise not to make fun of me,” said Jason. Blake told him the basics of how to smoke it and after Jason’s first sputtering and coughing hit, offered to teach Jason how to shotgun a hit, keeping his lips just millimeters away from the naïve boy’s lips. Once they were both good and stoned, they resumed watching TV, but this time Blake was more aggressive and wrapped his arm around Jason and pulled him against him. Jason relaxed into Blake and leaned his head against the swimmer’s muscular chest. While Blake was all shaved and had a boyish look to him, his sweaty musk was all man. The weed was hitting Jason hard and making him want to lie down, he turned himself sideways and pulled his legs up onto the couch. Blake turned and look over at him. “If you want we can go watch this on my bed, I have a TV in there, it would probably be more comfortable.” “Sure, but I don’t know if I have the energy to walk over there right now, I’m really stoned I guess,” said Jason. “No worries, I got you,” said Blake. He got up, pulling himself out from under Jason, who collapsed onto the couch. Blake reached over and hooked his arms under Jason’s shoulders and knees, then lifted the smaller boy up and carried him into the his bedroom and gently tossed him onto his king size bed. He piled the pillows up at the head of the bed then climbed in next to Jason. He started the show back up on the bedroom TV then asked, “You don’t mind if I take my shirt off do you?” “Uh, no go ahead,” said Jason. He openly ogled Blake as the young man stripped off his tight tank top. He was too busy staring at Blake’s chest to realize what Blake was doing when the older boy reached over and grabbed the bottom of Jason’s shirt. “I think we’d both be more comfortable with your shirt off as well,” said Blake as he pulled Jason’s shirt off. Jason was too stoned to let his shyness stop Blake. After they were both bare chested, they resumed their cuddling as they watched the show. Jason was now on Blake’s right side. Blake slowly maneuvered it so his Jason was curled up against his side with Jason’s head on his chest and the boy’s leg over his. He stretched his arm down Jason’s back and let his hand rest on top of his ass. They watched the teens in the series developing their relationship while occasionally sharing another shotgun of weed from the pipe and baggie of weed that Blake had stashed in his nightstand. Blake kept rubbing his hand along Jason back from just under the shoulders to all the way to the bottom of the twink’s bubble butt. Jason being high, was enjoying the touch and without even thinking about it was rubbing his hand up and down Blake’s torso, every now and then going lower to brush against the growing bulge in Blake’s workout shorts. When Jason’s hand was down near his shorts and brushing against his semi-hard cock, Blake grabbed the boy’s hand with his left hand and moved the inexperienced boy’s hand directly on top of his cock, “Go ahead, feel it.” Jason ran his hand over Blake’s cock feeling it getting harder through the soft nylon shorts. The bulge grew without really lengthening all that much. Blake shifted on the bed and pulled his shorts down, revealing a white jockstrap that was struggling to contain his cock. As soon as he resumed his position laying on his back, Jason’s right hand was back rubbing and gently exploring the bulging pouch of Blake’s jock. Meanwhile Blake slipped his hand under the back of Jason’s jeans and underwear, running his finger along the virgin boy’s crack. “Go on boy, I know you want to smell it,” said Blake, his usual relaxed surfer boy voice suddenly having a more commanding tone. He grabbed Jason’s hair with his left hand and pulled the boy’s head down to his crotch. He held the boy’s head against his sweat, piss, and cum stained jock. He had made sure to jack a load into the jock before he left to the weight room that afternoon. Jason could not help himself, he was no longer in control of himself; the drugs and Blake’s commanding presence had taken over. He buried his nose in the jock pouch, feeling the hard cock under the knit fabric. He took a deep breath through his nose, taking in Blake’s intoxicating scent. “Mmmmm,” he moaned. “Yeah, your going to be a good boy for me aren’t you Jason,” said Blake as he ran his right middle finger over Jason’s asshole while using his left hand to press the boy’s face against his jockstrap covered cock. “Yes Blake,” said Jason. He was harder then he had ever been before. “Boy, when we are in private you will call me Sir or Master. If you want this cock, if you want me to release it from my jockstrap and let you suck it, you need to agree to be mine this year. You want this cock in your mouth don’t you boy?” growled Blake. Jason’s mind was all over the place. The combination of the potent smell of Blake’s manliness and the strong weed had him barely able to form a coherent thought. He just knew that he was harder than he had ever been in his life and he wanted more. He wanted, no needed to see Blake’s cock and have it in his mouth. He needed to taste Blake’s cock and his cum. “Yes,” he whispered. “Yes, what?” said Blake firmly. Jason’s response was barely audible, “Yes Master.” When the boy chose Master instead of Sir in that moment, Blake knew that Jason was his. Now he needed to make sure Jason knew it as well, “What was that Boy, I couldn’t hear you?” “Yes Master,” said Jason slightly louder. “Louder bitch,” Blake commanded. “YES MASTER,” yelled Jason.

Usual Disclaimers, this is a work of fiction, all characters are of legal age. Part 1 pretty much sets up the initial premise of the story as well as a few of the main characters. Feedback and suggestions welcome. Although if the story isn't your cup of tea, just please move along. Thank you. FRESHMAN PROJECT: Jason (Part 1) Jason took a deep breath, gathering up his courage, then pulled the door open and stepped inside. The lobby of the college LGBTQIA+ center was decorated in rainbow colors and the walls were covered with a mix of affirmations about being queer and safer sex messages. There were several hallways leading deeper into the building on either side of a reception desk. A butch lesbian in her mid-twenties was seated behind the desk. She looked up and gave Jason a welcoming smile, “How can I help you?” she said. “Um, well, uh,” stuttered Jason. “You here for the Gay & Bi Male Identified Discussion Group and Mingle?” she asked. “Uh, yeah,” said Jason blushing. “Welcome, it’s down the hallway to your right, second door on the right,” she said pointing to the hallway on her left,. “It’s just about to start so you better hurry, I’m Kat by the way, if you are interested in learning about volunteer opportunities come stop by after the meeting,” she said. “Uh, okay, maybe, I’m Jason,” said Jason as he forced himself to smile then proceeded to head down the indicated hallway. He found the correct door, it had a sign, “Gay/Bi Male Identified Discussion Group and Mingle, 7-9pm Every Tuesday”. He saw there was a mirror next to the door so he justified stalling a bit to make sure he looked okay. He brushed his light brown bangs off his forehead. He had always kept his hair very short at home, but let it grow about a bit before heading off to college. He guessed he was sort of attractive as there had always been girls interested in him, but he put them off saying his family did not want him dating in high school. He had blue eyes and still was not able to grow much in the way of facial hair, so he only had to shave his pale face once a week or so. The thing he hated most about himself was that he was fairly skinny and had never been able to put much muscle on his 5’7” frame. “Okay coward, it’s now or never,” he said to his reflection before turning towards the door. He still stood in front of the door for a few seconds, fighting the urge to flee. Eventually he pushed through it and opened the door. Inside there were approximately a dozen guys ranging in age from 18 to mid-20’s. Some were seated in chairs that were in a ring dominating the center of the room and a few were standing outside the ring chatting with each other. There was a table with sodas, water, and a few snacks against the far wall. Jason’s eyes were immediately drawn to a gorgeous masculine guy that was standing off to his left talking to another guy. The hunk looked like a mix between and surfer bro and a clean cut college athlete. He had wavy blond hair that framed his handsome face perfectly. His body was muscular without being thick. He appeared to be just over six feet tall and didn’t appear to have an ounce of fat on him. He was wearing a light gray t-shirt that showed off his broad shoulders and firm muscles. He wore a pair of skin tight black jeans that had a noticeable bulge in the crotch. When he laughed, his smile and bright white teeth seemed to light up the room. Jason guess he was likely in his early twenties, which would make him an upperclassman or maybe a first year grad student. He was everything Jason dreamed about when he was masturbating in the shower back home at his family’s house. The student he was talking was the complete opposite. He was either Jason’s age or maybe a year older at most. He was about the same height as Jason, 5’6” and even skinnier than Jason who only weighted about 130 pounds. He was wearing a tight pink tank and a pair of skimpy red running shorts that were stretched tight around a firm bubble butt. The outfit left a gap between the tank top and the shorts, revealing a tramp stamp tattoo on the boy’s lower back. Jason couldn’t quite make out what he said from across the room. The boy also had several piercings in his ears as well as multiple tribal design tattoos on his arms and legs. His hair was died purple on the top with the sides shaved. ‘What a fag,’ thought Jason, his internalized homophobia making him look down on the boy for being so obviously gay, which was a stark contrast to Jason’s dream guy he was talking with. Jason realized he was staring at the pair, so he quickly turned and headed to the table with the snacks and drinks, avoiding the two by heading around the other side of the circle of chairs from where they were standing. Jason said hello to several of the other students that were hanging around the snack table. He grabbed a bottle of water so he had something to keep his hands occupied and hopefully hide his nervousness. After just a couple minutes, Jason’s dream guy, broke off his conversation with the fag boy and walked into the center of the circle of chairs. “Okay everyone, it’s time to start, everyone please take a seat so we can begin. For the fresh meat, er, I mean new comers, my name is Blake and I’m the group facilitator,” he said. Jason quickly found a seat and stared at the floor. ‘Maybe I made a mistake,’ he thought. He had grown up in a conservative household, his parents were devout evangelical Christians, in a conservative southern town. He knew he was gay from a young age but had always been too scared to act on it, let alone admit it to anyone. Now he was halfway across the country at a very liberal university on the coast of California just a short drive away from San Francisco. His father had tried to convince Jason to go to Liberty University, but Jason and gotten himself accepted with a full scholarship at an elite private university. While his parents weren’t happy about it, they said that since he was an adult, he could make his own choices now. Still, Jason was struggling with the thought of actually admitting to another person, let alone a room full of people, that he was gay. “So let’s start with introductions,” instructed Blake as he took his seat. Jason noticed that he did not sit next the flamboyant twink he had been talking with, which gave Jason hope that they weren’t a couple, “I’ll go first, as I just said my name is Blake. For those that don’t know me yet, I’m a senior this year. I’m doing a double major in Psychology and Education. I’m also on the swim team and if anyone is interested in trying out let me know and I can give you the details. I identify as gay. As an ice breaker, my idea of a great evening is listening to some music and snuggling with a cute guy.” There were a couple quiet chuckles from a few of the guys and the twink Blake had been talking with rolled his eyes and said, “Oh honey.” Jason had trouble focusing on the others as they introduced themselves. He kept trying to sneak glances at Blake but it seemed every time he looked towards him, Blake turned from whoever was speaking and smiled at Jason, which made Jason blush and stare back down at his feet. “As most of you already know, my name is Aiden,” said the boy that Jason had seen talking with Blake earlier. He had a stereotypical ‘gay voice’ and very over the top mannerisms, talking a lot with his hands. “I’m a sophomore and still haven’t figured out what major is going to be…” he was saying until he was interrupted by one of the guys on the other side of the circle shouting out. “You’re majoring in dick,” said the interrupter. Several of the guys laughed. “No cross talk Roger,” scolded Blake. Turning towards Aiden, he said “Please continue Aiden.” Aiden gave a smug smile then continued, “Well anyway, I identify as a cum dump and I’d say what my idea of a perfect evening was but I got told not to be so graphic at the end of last years meetings.” Again there were a few knowing chuckles. Jason was feeling nauseous, it was a combination of knowing there were just a couple more students until it was his turn to speak and warring emotions inside of him, he was both repulsed by Aiden and jealous of him. “Hey, it’s your turn if you would like to share,” said Blake to Jason. Jason had zoned out and now he was dying of embarrassment. “Um, uh, sorry,” he stammered. “My name’s Jason, I’m a freshman. I’m from a small town in Alabama,” he said trying to not look at Blake. “Isn’t his accent precious,” injected Aiden. “Let him finish,” scolded Blake. “Yes Sir,” snapped Aiden as he dramatically straightened up in his chair and smirked at Blake. There was an awkward silence before Jason continued, “Uh, I’m still debating between Political Science as a prelude to law school or maybe History and Education. I’m not sure how I identify yet, I think I’m gay as girls never really made me feel the way inside that I do when I think about guys. I really don’t know what a perfect night would be, I’ve never been on a date before,” Jason realized he was starting to ramble and overshare out of nervousness. He fought the urge to jump up and run out of the room. He expected the other guys in the room to start laughing at him but instead he some most of them of them were just quietly nodding and giving him welcoming smiles. “Thank you Jason. Don’t worry about picking a major or an identity. There will be plenty of time for you to figure everything out. That is what college is for, it helps you find out who you really are and lets you become what you were meant to be,” said Blake. The guy next to Jason started his introduction and Jason again had trouble focusing. After all the introductions were done, Blake led a discussion about safer-sex. He explained that it was a requirement from the university that the first night’s topic for all the student groups was to go over all the safer sex resources available at the campus health clinic including STD screening and PrEP for any students that felt they were a high risk for HIV. Blake also demonstrated on a banana how to apply a condom and that university recommended them for oral and anal sex as well as using a dental dam for rimming, all of which was available to students for free and both the health clinic and the LGBTQIA+ Student Center, which everyone just called the Rainbow Center since most of them kept stumbling over all the letters. After the presentation was over Blake announced that they still had the room for another half hour if people wanted to stay and mingle some more. Jason jumped up and was about to bolt for the door when Blake quickly crossed across the circle and stopped him, “Hey Jason you got a sec?” “Uh, sure I guess,” said Jason trying to not appear as the huge mess he felt he was at the moment. “I want to say it took a lot of courage for you to come here tonight. Coming out is tough and its hard if you are doing it all by yourself. If you would like to talk sometime we can grab a coffee at the Student Union and have a bit more relaxed chat, not in front of the big crazy group like these guys. Would you be interested in that?” asked Blake. Jason gulped. This smart, amazingly handsome jock senior was offering to have a coffee with him. Jason fought his instincts which were driving him right into fight or flight mode. “Um yeah, okay,” he said. “Great, does 3pm tomorrow work with your class schedule?” asked Blake. Jason couldn’t remember if it did or not but quickly replied, “Sure.” “Perfect, it’s a date,” laughed Blake. He saw a look of panic pass over Jason’s face, so he quickly added, “Just a phrase, no pressure Jason, I’m sorry.” “Uh okay, um, well,” sputter Jason, his words failing him. Fortunately Blake bailed him out, “Okay see you tomorrow at three,” he said as he reached out and gave the shorter boy a gentle squeeze on his shoulder. They said their goodbyes and Jason finally got his wish to flee the meeting. After the new boy had left, Aiden walked over to Blake. “So, he seems interesting,” said Aiden with a smirk. “Yeah, I think I found this year’s Freshman Project already,” said Blake with a big smile. “Do you think he will be as easy to convert as I was?” asked Aiden. “Depends on which definition of convert you are talking about,” replied Blake with a laugh. “Both,” said Aiden laughing as well. “Speaking of that, I missed you this summer, you started meds yet?” asked Blake. “I missed that pussy wrecker of yours. My t-cells are holding up so far so I haven’t started any yet, want to get as many strains as I can before I have to start. I’d love a recharge of yours if you are offering,” said Aiden as he leaned into the muscular swimmer who had been his gifter last fall. “Sure come by my apartment tomorrow after 9pm, I’m sure I’ll have good load worked up after spending a few hours with that naive southern boy. You going to want to pick up any party favors for the weekend as well?” asked Blake as he reached down and gave Aiden’s ass cheek a hard squeeze. “Yes please, I’ve already got quite a few guys lined up who also missed me over the summer,” teased Aiden. “Well keep some time available for me, I’m going to need to breed that ass of yours a lot until I got Jason broken in,” said Blake. “Well then for my sake I hope our little southern belle hangs on to her virginity for as long as she can,” said Aiden. “Oh come now Aide, you know he’s going to be pregnant with my babies before the Thanksgiving break, particularly if he meets Miss Tina,” said Blake, an evil gleam in his eye.

I’m a 29, 6’1, 210, ddf and dom. Sane and good hygiene. Just got tested and I’m negative of everything.

Well, now the GOP is in charge, and the Texas government has already offered Trump a huge ranch on the border they just purchased, specifically to use as a concentration camp. Oh, sorry, correction, "deportation center". They called the camps in Europe by all sorts of names, too, as I recall. But let's pretend that all they're going to do is deport people here illegally. Not a single US citizen or other legal resident will "accidentally" get swept up in this mass deportation craze, just like it's crazy that talk that the federal government could lose track of a thousand or so babies separated at the border from their parents and - ooops! - well, they were fostered out somewhere, we don't know where, we certainly didn't keep any actual records of where they went, or insist that the people given custody keep checking in. And anyway, that was then and we promised we'd mostly never do that again. Mostly. Again, let's pretend. We've gotten rid of the illegal immigrants. Housing prices have jumped another 35% almost across the board because there aren't nearly enough workers and the citizen workers are demanding $60 an hour to put roofs on in 105-degree weather. Groceries, especially produce, have shot up by 300% because of lack of harvesters and the fact we can't import affordably any longer because that involves a 25% tariff. Hello, $28 side salad upcharge at Chili's! The cost of car repairs, meanwhile, is 50% higher than it used to be because even for US cars most of the parts are made somewhere else and - oh! tariffs again. Unrest is rising. People are starting to demonstrate (peacefully, for now) but it's very bad optics for Hair Furor's agenda. Where, oh where, could they get these people "out of sight" so things don't look as bad as they seem? And maybe it'll send a message, too, that if you mouth off as a protester too much, no one knows where you are any more. It's not nearly as far fetched as it sounds. Who would have thought we'd still have prisoners sitting in Gitmo, still awaiting trial - supposedly - more than 20 years after they were "picked up" and rendered there? Never assume even a relatively benevolent government can't do ugly things like this. One headed by someone who openly admires Hitler, the NK Kims, Putin, and other authoritarians around the world? Hah.

If you only look at a very few issues, sure. If you look at, say, same-sex marriage specifically and LGBT protections more broadly - including your very right to legally have sex with another man - huge difference. If you look at labor rights vs kowtowing to corporations, huge difference. If you look at women's reproductive autonomy, huge difference. If you look at support for public education as a concept (open to all, financed by all), huge difference. If you look at environmental protection vs. corporate profits at any cost, huge difference. I'm sure there are other areas, but these are some very meaningful areas of policy difference between the two parties and they have absolutely NOT been interchangeable.

Well, I think we've found the most confusing threat yet, and that's saying a lot! We have something that appears to be a generic concept of a plan of a comic book made by an AI chatbot, which will be available only behind a paywall starting on the next edition; followed by one comment bemoaning the commenter's own acid habits when they focus maybe should be on the original author's stash; and finally, someone commenting something almost totally unrelated. 🤗😒😅

You’re definitely a cocksucker in the making. You already enjoy the taste of sperm so take the next step and beg some dude to pump his load in your mouth and swallow it hot from the tap.

With Thanksgiving coming soon I thought it was a good time to reflect and give gratitude. I know it’s not popular outside of this blog to say it but I am grateful I am HIV positive. I was diagnosed at an early age when treatment was not readily available. It helped me to first really prioritize what was important and second free myself of the stigma associated with it. I sometimes think what my life would be like if I wasn’t poz at 19. I don’t think I would be as happy. I was able to live my life sexually with freedom. I also live with an openness with my family, friends, and coworkers. Everyone knows my status and I am proud of it. Being a whore and poz has been a gift with relationships too. I know that sex is a feeling nothing more. Men (and women I guess) have a need that gets satisfied with an act. I know that relationships have an added benefit of sexual release but it’s not a requirement. Lastly I will say that my status has not defined me but rather empowered me to be an advocate, mentor and example to others that are either searching for their gift or living with it.

One of my favourites ... beside breeding, getting bred and mutual sleazy PigFun 🐽☣️🐽

Well the last five days were an all time best for me giving and getting loads. Wife was away for the week and myself and three other married dad-types were able to host six, super hot suck, rim 69, fuck, cum and felch sessions. In our six meetings I delivered 10 loads into three asses and received four. I also got to eat lots of creampie fresh from the oven, lol. My cock is raw, my asshole is sore and fortunately I have lots of video to keep me boned until we play again.

And in fact, knowing that ALL lives matter isn't it time for us to drop all the artificial battles and start looking at where and how we can benefit each other?

Part 2 I got up the next morning and got ready for my trip to Toronto. I went out and grabbed breakfast at Tim Hortons. I hung around the hotel for a few hours to allow for traffic to subside. I left the hotel about 10a and started the drive to Toronto. The drive was slow. Even though I left after rush hour, traffic was less than ideal. I pulled into the hotel parking lot at almost 12p and checked in. Even though I was earlier than normal check-in, they had a room ready for me. I got to my room and was impressed. It was a nice-sized room with a bunch of windows. I headed out and walked to a local store to stock up on some necessary supplies. I grabbed a pack of water bottles, soft drinks, and snacks. I dropped off my supplies at the hotel and went back out to grab some lunch. I brought it back to the room and ate while I checked out BBRT. I sent messages to a few interesting people. I was trying to determine what I would do for the evening. I decided that if I couldn't find anyone to hookup, I would head to Steamworks. I sent messages to the guys on Telegram to tell them that I had gotten to Toronto. After lunch, I douched in case I had any luck in the afternoon. The afternoon was slow. I talked to a bunch of fakes. I decided to create a quick connect ad on BBRT: "neg bb btm hosting in hotel room. All tops welcome to breed me. Lube and poppers available. All loads accepted. Poz encouraged" I decided to stop looking for a bit and went to Breeding Zone. I read a bunch of stories in the Backroom. I eventually went to the ChemSex stories. I was enjoying reading about guys that got corrupted by chems. The entire time I was reading the stories, I was hitting the poppers and wondered how other chems might be. I thought back to the guy I spoke to on Telegram. I decided to check out NKP and expand my search on BBRT for guys that might be interested in showing me the ropes. My phone beeped. It was a message on Telegram from Jeff. "Sorry. I just saw your message." "No problem. How are you?" "Good. Getting ready to leave work. You make it to Toronto?" "Yep. I am naked and high on poppers in my hotel room. I've been looking for tops but not having much luck yet." "Yeah. Toronto is hit or miss sometimes." "Any chance we might meet this weekend?" "Yes. You mentioned that you might be interested in trying PnP?" "Yes. I am nervous about it but am interested." "Good. I stocked up on some supplies so we can party." I was nervous. "I haven't ever done more than poppers. Just nervous if I will be able to handle them." "It's fine. We can take it slow. Won't slam the first time. Smoking can be good." "What about a booty bump?" "Sure. I can make that happen too." "I've heard it can make a btm like me really need to get bred." "Yep. I can make that happen too as long as you are good to take poz cock." "My neg hole prefers poz cock and loads." "Great. Probably best that you come here in case we smoke." "I can do that. When?" "Let's shoot for 8p tonight. I'll send you the address a little later." "OK. Can't wait. Talk soon." I went back to BBRT and found I had a message to my quick connect ad. It simply gave his phone number. I checked his profile. For his status, it said "Ask me." I texted him. "Hi. You responded to my BBRT ad. You looking?" "Yes. Location?" I gave him the hotel information. "Thanks. I prefer totally anon. Got a blindfold?" "Yes." I grabbed the blindfold from my suitcase. I had bought one but hadn't been using it when I have been hooking up. "OK. Will be there soon. Will let you know when I get there." "Great. Your profile said to ask you about your status." "I'm poz. See you soon." I got the room ready for his arrival. After about thirty minutes, he texted me again. "Room number?" I texted him the number and asked "You on meds or not." "Not." I was excited. I propped the door open and got on the bed in doggie with my ass facing the door. I pulled the blindfold on and hit the poppers. A few minutes later, I heard the door open and close. I heard the familiar sound of clothes hitting the floor. I heard him walk over to the bed, pick up the poppers, and take a hit. I heard the sound of him opening the lube and squirting on his cock. He got up on the bed behind me and took another hit. I took another hit in each nostril. "Spread that ass." I reached back and spread my ass cheeks. I heard him take another hit and pushed his cock in. His cock felt great. It was an ideal thickness - not too thin and not so thick that it hurt. I also enjoyed the length as he thrust into me. I let go of my ass cheeks and hit the poppers again. I heard him hit the poppers and felt his cock swell. slightly. He slapped my ass and started to fuck me. "I love anon scenes, slut." "Me too, Sir." "You have no idea who I am. You have let an unknown stranger put his cock in your slut hole." "Yes Sir. Thank you, Sir." I hit the poppers again and heard him do the same. "All that you know is that I am poz and not on meds." "Yes Sir. Thank you, Sir." "I am enjoying using your sluthole. I haven't cum in several days. You are going to get a big toxic load." He slapped my ass and started picking up the pace. I hit the poppers again. "Fuck me, Sir. Breed me. Dump your toxic load deep in me." "Take this toxic load, slut!" He slammed into me hard. I pushed back on his thrust to keep my balance. Spurt. Spurt. Spurt. Spurt. Spurt. Spurt. I was in ecstasy as each shot of cum hit my prostate. After a few minutes, he pulled out and slapped my ass. "Thanks, slut. Enjoy your time in town." I laid down on my stomach to ensure that the cum stayed in me. I heard him get dressed and left. I pulled the blindfold off and sent him a text. "Thanks, Sir. I am in town until Monday morning. Let me know if you want another crack at my sluthole." "Will do." I checked the clock. It was about 4p. I still had several hours to go. Nothing was looking too promising. I decided to grab some food early so I could be ready for the evening. I continued to watch porn. My phone beeped. It was Jeff. "Sorry. We can't get together tonight. Family emergency." Fuck. I got my hopes up again for another fake. I responded. "OK. Hope everything turns out ok." Guess my evening is free now. I jumped back on BBRT. My quick connect ad had expired. There were other ads but they were all bottoms. I went on grindr and Sniffies. More fakes. I was frustrated. Was my trip a waste of time and money? I got on NKP and had a reply. He gave me his number. I texted him. "Hi. This is Greg from NKP. How are you?" "Hey. OK. You looking to PNP?" "I haven't ever done more than poppers but have always been curious about getting a booty bump." "I can do that. I need supplies. Can you venmo?" "How much you need?" "100" I understood needing to contribute to his purchasing supplies but this didn't seem right. Sounded like a scam. I blocked the number. I started to wonder if I should go to Steamworks or not. I was frustrated. I checked Sniffies to see how busy it looked and it didn't look promising. I continued to search grindr and BBRT. Eventually, I got a message from a top on BBRT. His profile said he was undetectable. For drug use, it said ask me. "You looking for some raunchy fun tonight?" I responded and gave him my number. A few minutes later, I got a text. "Hi slut. We are talking on BBRT." "Hello Sir. I am a sub bb btm. I am always looking for tops to use me." "Cool. I am high at home and need some raunchy fun. What do you get into?" "I am pretty open. I only take it bareback though." "That's good with me. Only play bare here too. You open to ParTy?" "Hot. I have only done poppers so far but am open for more." "Never done it?" "Not yet. I have always been curious about booty bumps but haven't found top to show me the ropes." "Want to come over now?" "Sure. You hosting?" "Yes." "Cool. What's the address?" He sent the address. "Says about 30 minutes. Want me to call an Uber now?" "Yes. Text me when you get here." "OK." I requested an Uber and got dressed. I grabbed my lube, poppers, room key, and phone and headed down to meet the Uber. It arrived a few minutes later. I hopped in and was on my way. I was nervous about the kinds of play that may happen but was excited as well. What did he mean by raunchy play? Was it play that I hadn't tried yet? Maybe I should just cancel and go to Steamworks? I kept going back and forth until the driver told me that I had arrived. I looked out. It was a pretty run-down apartment complex. I tipped him and got out. I was nervous but texted him. "I'm here." "OK. Buzz apartment 303. I will let you in." I walked over to the door and pressed 303. Seconds later, the door buzzed. I walked into the building. It was run-down inside too. I walked down the hall to the elevators and took it to the third floor. I got out and headed to the apartment. The door was ajar. I pushed the door open and stepped in. It was mostly dark in the apartment. I heard him close the door behind me. "Take off your clothes and follow me to the playroom." I immediately took off my clothes but left my jock on. I grabbed my lube and poppers and followed him. In the darkness, it was hard to make him out but he was tall and thin. I could make out that he was hairy. We walked through the main area into a small hallway. I could see red light coming from one of the rooms. He walked into that room and I followed. My heart was beating hard. There was slightly more light in this room but it was all red. There was a mattress on the floor. There was various drug paraphernalia scattered on the bed and nearby. Next to the bed, a portable sling had been setup. There was a table next to the sling. On that table, there was more drug paraphernalia. My eyes came back to my host. I could make him out a little better. He was hairy. His face was gaunt and looked weathered. I looked down and saw his uncut cock was long but still semi-soft. "Thanks for coming slut. Been a long time since I had a newbie here." "Thank you, Sir. I am nervous but open as long as you take it slow with me." "Don't worry. We will have fun. I am going to get you into the sling to start." I followed him over to the sling. "Hop in." I turned around and got my butt up into the sling. I slid down until my butt was hanging off the end. He grabbed each leg and secured to the cuffs. "I am leaving your arms free. Before we begin, drink this down. You will need to stay hydrated." He handed me a cup. I drank what he gave me. It tasted like Gatorade but had a slightly different taste. He started rubbing his hands over my legs and chest. I moaned when he started sucking on one of my nipples. He moved around to the other side of the sling and started sucking on my other nipple. I realized that I was enjoying it but was also starting to feel very relaxed. I was no longer nervous. "Feeling relaxed now?" "Yes Sir. Very relaxed." "Good. Glad I could take the edge off. It will make everything go easier now." I didn't quite understand what he meant but I was good with it. He disappeared but I could hear him moving around. Next thing that I knew, he was between my legs. He pulled my jock up and rubbed my cock until it started to get hard. "Let's see how long this lasts." I felt his finger at my hole. He pushed in and held it there for a moment. Then, he began to lightly finger fuck me. He withdrew his finger and pushed it back in. This time, it hurt. I felt some scratching as his finger worked its way deep in me. "Let's see how long this takes." He pulled his finger out and disappeared. Shortly after, my head started to spin. My craving to get fucked escalated. He returned. "Starting to get the craving?" I struggled to get out the words "Yes Sir." He grabbed my cock. It had shriveled up. "Yep. Just like I expected. Useless. That's called Tina dick." My brain was scrambled but I remembered something from the things I read. This can happen from Tina. How did this happen? When did I get Tina? Did he push a shard in me? "Wha wha how?" He laughed. "Yes. I gave you a booty bump just like you wanted. Time to help it melt and to satisfy your need." I felt his cock push into my hole. It was well-lubricated. "mmmm. I'm gonna love filling your cunt with my poz cum." With that, he started to fuck me. I was in ecstasy. I have no idea how long he fucked me. Then he stopped and pulled out. "Be right back, slut." He left the room. I felt empty. My fuckhole needed to be filled immediately. I was starting to squirm with horniness. Then, he came back in the room and had someone with him. "See? I told ya. I introduced him to your Tina. I think he likes it." The other guy responded. "Yep. It has that effect. Mind if I use him?" "Sure. Go ahead. He already has two of my loads in him. I am sure he needs more." "Thanks." The other guy came over between my legs. I was having trouble focusing. He was white with a shaved head. Definitely looked rough. He pushed his cock hard into my used fuckhole. "Damn. So sloppy in there." "Yeah sorry. I hadn't cum in a while. Dumped a huge load in there." He grabbed my legs and started fucking me. My host came over to my head. He had a glass pipe in his hands. He lit it and took a big hit. He bent over and kissed me. He pushed the smoke into my mouth and held his mouth over mine. Then he pulled back. I coughed. "First shotgun. Before you leave, you will be smoking on your own." He lit up again and took a hit and shotgunned me again. He pulled back but I held the smoke in my lungs. "Yeah. Hold it as long as you can." Finally, I released. "Good slut. You are on your way." My head was spinning. I had no idea where I was or how long I was there. I started to feel more normal. I looked down and the shaved guy wasn't there. There was a black guy fucking me now. I have no idea when he arrived. My host reappeared by my head. He had the pipe again. "Time for you to do your own first hit." He held the pipe to me and I took it in my hand. I held it to my lips. He lit the pipe. I sucked in. "Deeper. Deeper." I kept inhaling until I couldn't inhale any longer and pulled the pipe from my lips. I held it as long as I could and then exhaled. I coughed a little. "Good. Another." I repeated the process. I started to get fuzzy again. I lost track of time again. I started to come to my senses. I looked down and saw someone pull out of me and walk away. I didn't recognize him. My host returned and unlocked my legs. I got out of the sling. I struggled to stand but was able to maintain my balance. My host led me to the door. "Time for you to head out. Come back tomorrow afternoon and I can sell you a glass pipe and some shards. I can show you the ropes for you to smoke." I called an Uber and started to get dressed. "OK. How many people?" "Fucked you? I lost track. After my dealer fucked you, several of my customers came by and I offered them your ass. Some paid some good dollars for their stash plus a chance to unload in you." "Thank you, Sir." "You're welcome. Contact me tomorrow if you want to buy from me." The Uber arrived and I headed back to the hotel.

Younger men get so hard and they cum so much. What’s not to love?

Update for that night: Sorry for the wait... been a crazy few days with work. The 2 hung bears did come over... clearly they'd been partaking in some other substances before heading over... not my scene but I'm fine with it. the 9.5" wasted no time eating my face and stripping me off while the other was working my rear. Unfortunately, due to the previously mentioned substances they were a bit floppy... not impressed. BUT I am patient and I work for what I want... eventually getting them hard enough to fuck me. And oo did they. They were really getting into it... fucking me in all positions, taking turns, spitroasting. The other slightly smaller guy was still a bit floppy... So I ended up fucking him instead which he seemed to enjoy. I'm a lot more vers than I use to be... I'm above average, and nicely thick. 9.5 got behind me while I was doing his boyfriend and slid right in... it was pretty intense. Lots of dirty talk: "you gonna take our poz loads?" and when I said I was ready he started really slamming me (though I was fairly relaxed by this point so no pain), and he said "Get ready for your first one then" and shot one big load deep in me. He kept fucking the load into me and his partner (who was still impaled on my cock) was really getting off on it and finally getting hard. "How dirty are you?" Me: "Very" "Well you're gonna take my piss too" Still in me, shoving me forward and angleing my body down, promptly started filling me with all the piss inside him. The other guy scootched out from under me and went to watch... and as soon as 9.5 was done pissing (telling me to clench) the other bear slid into me and started piss fucking me. 9.5 was watching him fucking me and me playing with myself... I guess he figured I was close... he jumped on my cock and deepthroated me... made me jump a little bit felt amazing... so I shot my load down his throat. This pushed the other guy over the edge and he filled me up with load number 2 followed by pissing in me. They grabbed one of the plugs I had left on the side and slid it in (was slightly bigger than I could take but it held in nicely and I got used to it in no time) to keep their loads and piss in me. We ended up crashed out on my bed, sweaty and stinking of cum... and just chatting for the next hour or so. Was pretty nice as I hadn't spoken to them properly in a long time. They left and I REALLY needed to get all that piss out of me... was starting to feel a bit uncomfortable. A bit annoyed that their loads must have washed out too... wanted to keep it in me while I slept. But oh well... was a good evening. Looking forward to round two (which the promised they'd not do anything before and be hard as a rock to double fuck me!). Hope you enjoyed! I sure did!

Depends on the guy but sperm tastes stronger. I love sucking a sweaty cock and can taste it for a few minutes. What does it for me is sweaty balls. I love smelling a guy’s sweaty balls as he’s pumping a thick salty load in my mouth. Su yeah unwashed sweaty men any time.

Poz at 74 and honest I am glad I am. This bug has a massive influence on me at my coming out was in the 1970's. When GRID hit it felt a hell of a lot like Covid felt when it hit (and MPOX after that). HIV poz isn't a moral defect. It's a virus; and one that at end has brought a ton of benefit to humankind. Consider the host of new treatments that come out every year now. If you ever have occasion to get to Wisconsin @Pozguyinchi you have a standing invitation to my home dungeon.

This is truly great news. It’s too bad that 88% of Israelis support his genocidal policies.

Lavrov said (again!) this morning that Russia doesn't want nuclear war. Which means that they are once again at least considering using nuclear weapons (take the opposite of what comes out of Lavrov's mouth).

BootmanLA said Tim Pool told me that the legacy media is drastically cutting their budgets due to declining viewership and readership and are having to lay off staff. Even some of their superstar propagandists are "resigning" such as Chris Wallace and Don the Lemon. Greg Foreman of "Black Conservative Perspective" said the same thing, as did Dr. Steve Turley. I hope your "journalist" friends will be alright. They can always get jobs in agriculture picking tomatoes and other such low skilled labor. I heard it is paying up to 20 bucks an hour. It is hard, backbreaking work and may be considered demeaning by some but others find a lot of job satisfaction in those trades. Just imagine being able to tell your family and friends "I picked 48 crates of 'maters today. That's 2 more than yesterday. Bossman says if I can get up to 75 per day he will give me a dollar an hour raise." 🤩

Interlude – High Dude High Dude is alone. He is smoking weed outside his tent. “What the fuck man?!?” High dude thinks to himself, “Am I invisible or something?” High dude does a quick review: He is 6’2”, has a 30” waist and is thin, but not toned. His abs are there, but not defined. He has a nice 7” cock and loves to fuck and get fucked. So why isn’t that sexy twink, Matt, giving him the time of day? High dude almost choked on his smoke when he saw Matt walking up to the cabin. That white speedo and tank top caused major wood in his swim trunks. Matt talked to him, but it’s like Matt didn’t see him. Then, slutty ass, cumdumpster Jay came along and ruined our conversation. Jay is always a cock block. And such a fucking whore. The first time he met Jay at a bar, they went home together. Jay sat on his cock bareback and took his load. Sure it was fun and maybe it happened because they were drunk. But it seems like Jay gets his ass bred by a lot of guys. High dude doesn’t get it. Sure, a top can occasionally nut inside a dude if they forget to wrap it up, but there isn’t a lot of HIV risk for the top in that situation. The bottom takes almost all the risk by taking the cock bareback; especially if he lets the top cum in his ass. HIV is no joke man. Guys die from that. Bottoms should be more careful. Jay is not careful. He’s just a fucking slut. I mean, dude, I’ve told him that a bunch of times. He really needs to use a condom when he gets plowed. We’ve all told that fucking slut, but whatever. But Matt is different. As soon as High Dude met Matt he knew, this preppy, sexy, twink who clearly works out a decent amount of the time…..this guy, the good-natured, nice, smart dude…..he has to know how to take care of himself. This is the kind of guy who will use condoms and take care of himself. I mean, guys that look like him must take care of themselves. They aren’t fucking sluts like Jay. High Dude hopes Matt is all bottom, at least for this weekend. He doesn’t know where Matt lives, but he’d love to see that guy after this weekend. Two Hours Later More internal dialogue. Fucking hell man. Jay’s mad at me because I dicked him down in the tent earlier even though the whore loved it. He said I could cum in his ass and I did. Isn’t that what fucking whores want – loads? Now I’ve been trying to talk to Matt and the group energy is off. Jay is being a pouty bitch. My friends are all talking to Matt and Jay and kind of ignoring me. Then that big fucking football player dude comes by and says he “wants Matt’s ass again.” So clearly, Matt likes getting fucked. Now Matt is off talking to some dirty fucking campground worker. And letting the guy kiss him. Fuck, is Matt a slut too? Is he getting with all these guys this weekend? Why is Matt getting with other guys and not with me? What a slut! High Dude stalks off to go find a slut to fuck.

Got gono when I was 16 during my exchange year in Spain.

Once pozzed up you have earned total BB sexual freedom. No more condoms, worry about tears, faults etc. You have now earned the pleasure of having really dirty, pig sex. If you dreamed about being bred & seeded, slamming, toys, non-stop cock with piss & cum filling you & hottest dreams of all - being FISTED, you have no more barriers. Go for it & enjoy. You can now be the slutty, dirty, pig you have always wanted to be.

Getting fucked while hands retrained and cock locked in chastity cage

Another

Here are two of me bottoming, i have others but the file size is too large 😢

Part 16 - Beginnings After my re-imprinting, a few weeks passed and Jeff was the beaming, happy owner of a pozzed up little jock and I did everything he asked of me. As a reward, when my PA fully healed, Jeff caged me. I have to confess, the black cage looked hot against my pale skin and I can’t tell you how good it made me feel to be caged again. Many of you will not be into it, and I get that, but for me, the moment it went back on I felt more of myself than I had in the weeks without it - a faster, stronger, more focussed version of myself. I ramped up my submissiveness to Jeff threefold and that made him and his close friends very happy, and very satisfied…if frequently drained. I take a regiment of pills every morning, and apart from that and my new body jewellery, my life appears normal except…well…it isn’t. Jeff is a fair and dominant master and lover, and I truly love him. He whores me out on a strict rota, sometimes just as a companion, but most of the time for sex and I take every load he asks me too - I have never refused even one. I make him very proud. At night I curl up next to his massive frame utterly content. I attend quite a few sex parties as his caged sub - and have met a lot of the club members, we’ve even met a chapter in New York who chem’d and fucked me over the long Pride weekend this year. I’ve got a bit of a reputation now - my stamina and hunger is second to none, and Jeff keeps my ass in fantastic condition. Professionally, I’ve made a pretty good career as a semi-professional runner and PT. There are pictures of me in my half-pipe, caged and pierced on a podium accepting a silver medal at a pro-circuit race that Jeff thought would be fun to leave in the public domain - a sort of invitation to anyone who could find them. I have to admit, despite a lot of stares that day, it is hot to see the fabric obscenely stretched over the jewellery that marks me as a submissive gay boy. Jeff knew I’d be into that. Good luck locating ‘em! 😈 A few weeks after those photo were taken, Jeff whored me out to the coach from the team I beat that day. He was as shocked as me when I met him in his office and we realised who we were - it took only minutes though for me to disrobe, bend over his desk and take a pounding from his long cock, rigid cock. I often see him at meets - none of his squad have beaten me yet - but he’s fucked me numerous times (once in their team’s kit too). I know a lot of you will want to know about Zeke - but I still find it a little hard to talk about. In the interests of telling the whole truth, however, I’ll finish his story too - Zeke never converted. It devastated John and Kem - the club insisted they had to let him go and, for a while I think, it blew their relationship apart. I didn’t see them for months, no one did, and what I heard wasn’t good. I remember running into a club member who asked me if I regretted re-imprinting given John and Kem had found me but Jeff interceded and I swear he would have punched the guy if I hadn’t stopped him. Honestly, though, even if I had to answer the question, I didn’t regret it - maybe that’s the power of imprinting. Even though I know I’d gone through a re-imprinting process, the outcome was final. I loved Jeff and I was truly his - when I think back to the night I was set free it wasn’t because it was a temporary response to chems or sexual bliss, it was a soul-bond to Jeff. He pozzed me, he corrupted me - he freed me. It wasn’t up for debate - it was a physical reality burned into my memory. The same night he nearly punched that club member, Jeff brutalised my hole - sat upright, bouncing on the cock that made me, he declared his love for me as he filled me with a third cumload. I was happy. About a year after Zeke left, John and Kem started coming to parties again - they looked a little sunken but otherwise healthy. I remember one event they both managed to manoeuvre me away from the throng of men to double fuck me in a walk-in closet - John laying underneath me and Kem on top - our sexual union framed by a wide, floor-length mirror. John never took his eyes off me, and Kem never opened his. Both enjoying the pleasure in their own unique way - it was surreal. When they came inside me, punishing my hole with a dual spray of cum, I heard John whisper something indiscernible over the force of his orgasm - I promise, to this day, I did not hear what he said. When he pulled me in for a deep kiss, he didn’t repeat it and I didn’t see them again the entire night - Jeff told me they only fucked me and something about “who could blame them?” Last week John and Kem got in touch with the club members to say they’d got a new prospect - the photos were very cute- a 36year old construction worker with a gorgeous body and farmer’s tan. His name was Rob and he sort of knew what he was getting into - was keen to try T and get fucked up. John and Kem were hoping to secure him and had even set a date for an ‘induction’ party. John texted me directly - something he hadn’t done since, well, my re-imprinting - to ask if I’d be their drug boy for the night, but Jeff said ‘no’ - that it’d be too painful for them and they needed to focus on their new prospect. “They need a fresh start pup” he commented when he read the text. “You can give them that” When I think about it, I wondered if maybe John and Kem had imprinted and saw, for the first time, the struggle I might’ve gone through if Jeff hadn’t taken the time to formalise my handover. Anyway, that’s you up-to-date. Jeff is snoring next to me as I finish this - it feels weird writing it all down after, but I’m glad - it’s been a dark, but positive adventure. There’s a tent in the sheets where Jeff’s morning wood waits for attention. As my free hand slips under the covers to feel the familiar heat of his vast muscles, I wrap my free hand around his throbbing meat - he lets out a sleepy moan “with your hole pup”. Phone down, back to work ❤️

PART 6 Jammes closed the door behind them and pulled Joel to him planting a deep kiss on his lips. He slid the window open and laid back on the bed. Joel positioned himself sliding his mouth down the shaft of his dick as Joel now considered this gargantuan black dick as his. He was still swirling in his head but totally focused on sucking this dick and returned to his object of lust. Many men watched Joel sucking. Many men knew what was in store for Joel before the night was over and smiled. Joel had been sucking Jammes for about 15 minutes straight now and his jaws were absolutely reaching the end. He was in a panic that he would fail. What Joel didn't know was that with Jammes there was no failure. Sensing that Joel was reaching his end, Jammes reached down and pulled Joel up off his dick and up onto his chest making sure that his now fully erect dick could be seen sticking up between Joel's thighs. Men who had witnessed this scene before smiled knowingly and did a thumbs up to Jammes. Other men looked on in envy and wonderment. "Your mouth feels great, man, but you need a rest," Jammes said lightly kissing Joel. "I'm going to help you take this dick of mine. Not many men have a mouth as talented as yours, man. You're going to love taking my load of cum." Jammes had cooed and wooed his way through his words of diversion just as he had done so many times before with each time ending the same way. Jammes kissed Joel again and then disentangled himself closing the window for the moment but winking at those in the audience whom he knew had seen him work before. He returned to Joel pulling him up and walked him to the sling. Joel never asked a word but climbed onto the leather. Jammes lifted Joel's ankles one by one securing them in the straps and then repeated the same with his wrists. Jammes positioned Joel's butt to hang over the end just a little. They kissed again. Jammes pulled a hood from the backpack on the floor and went to Joel's head. He held the hood up, winked at Joel, and nodded. Joel looked at the hood and then Jammes. Hesitantly, Joel nodded. Jammes fitted the hood to Joel's head making sure the nose feature allowed for plenty of air. Jammes returned to his backpack pulling from it a 7-inch drinking straw, a bag of fine white powder, a small scoop made from a straw, a pointless syringe, and a vial of sterile water placing each of the items on the small shelf on the back wall. With great precision and quickness, Jammes prepped the pointless syringe with the white powder and sterile water returning it to the shelf. He then inserted the 7-inch drinking straw into Joel's ass leaving an inch just outside Joel's puckered entrance. Jammes scooped up a hefty amount of the white powder, inserted the scoop into the straw so that the scoop was fully inserted, then, bent down and with a great breath blew into the straw sending the white powder deep inside Joel where it fine coated every surface. Jammes pulled the straw about a third way out and repeated the process. Once more Jammes pulled the straw another third way out and gave a final blow of the fine white powder into Joel's rectum. Joel in short order felt a slight warmth but was distracted as Jammes had by now withdrawn the straw and replaced it with the pointless syringe which he withdrew as he pushed the plunger discharging the doctored sterile water. Joel felt the syringe being removed as a liquid was left behind.

Excellent parts 4 & 5. Hopefully leading to Joel's first fuck, pozzing and possible gangbang. Great writing a6uldeve84u.

PART 4 Joel and his doorway visitor stood there a bit until Joel swayed once more. His visitor stepped inside gently pushing Joel backwards. The door was closed quietly. "You need to sit down before you fall," the quiet voice said. "Here, let me help make you more comfortable." Joel sat on the edge of the bed with his guest's assistance. Joel's head was feeling weird. He looked at the tall black man just knowing he was in safe hands. He had been so kind to him. As Joel sat on the edge of his bed, he felt his body being moved. "Just a bit more and I think we'll be ready," came a quiet voice. "Just one good quick dip and back into place should do it." With that, Joel felt himself being quickly bent forward at the waist and then pulled back fully upright. Joel's head spun now faster still until he could stand it no more. He fell back onto the bed striking his head on the wall but feeling only a little pain. He was awake but just barely. "We need to get you comfortable." Joel's ears heard and felt his towel being unceremoniously removed. Joel raised his head to see his visitor toss the towel on the built in table beside the bed. He watched as the black man removed his own towel and hung it on the wall hook. "You need to loosen up, man. You seem so tense." Joel found the tall black man hoisted his body around on the bed positioning him on his side. "Now, let's have a little fun ourselves." With those words, Joel found the black man standing before his head. Joel looked up at his visitor and then followed his face to his neck to his chest to his waist and finally to his crotch. What Joel saw was an uncut thick dick hanging limply in front of him. Joel stared at it for a long time. And, finally, he heard it calling to him. Joel reached out hesitantly grasping the black man's dick and moved his head forward as the dick moved toward Joel. Joel opened his mouth wide inserting the dick and began to suckle on it. He moved it one way and then another. He put his tongue beneath the hood and swirled his tongue all around continuing with the same effort on the outside of the dick which slowly began to swell. Joel continued his effort causing more blood to rush into this black man's dick. Jammes had done this many times but never to one who was so seemingly deserving because of his comment. He was convinced that this was an absolute virgin of the most virgin kind. And, he was going to de-virgin him good. More and more he let the man slowly suck on his ever increasing dick. And, as he sucked Joel improved on his technique. It wasn't at all what he thought it would be like. Joel after a mere three minutes had fallen in lust with sucking dick. Now, he wanted to feel the cum hitting the back of his throat and swallow every drop just as he had seen done. The more he sucked the more his brain became transfixed on finishing off this dick and swallowing what no doubt would be a hefty load of cum.