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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!

I know it's bad form to cruise online when you are waiting for test results, but I guess that's the kind of whore I am. Besides, I was bored and nervous and needed to kill some time, so naturally I found myself on Scruff. Interestingly, there was this hot Latino guy who showed-up as nearby. Quite nearby, in fact. Less than 250 feet away. So I started a chat with him. Me: Wow! woof, you're cute Him: Thanks! you too. Me: Can I see your locked pics? Him: *unlocks* I look at his pics. His cock was uncut, about eight inches, and had a wicked down-curve. Me: Holy. Fuck. Nice cock! I know JUST where to put that! Him: It looks like you are close by. You at the clinic? Me: Yeah, I'm waiting for HIV test results. It's that time Him: Cool. glad you are getting tested. I'm a counselor here. Me: It must be hard to deliver the news and stuff Him: It's ok. It's important to be informed Me: Yeah, I guess it is. Actually, I can't believe I'm actually cruising while waiting for my results Him: It's understandable. We can't stop being sexual just because of HIV Me: Is it sick that I'm totally horny and want your cock right now? Him: Is it sick that I'm an HIV counselor and I want to fuck your ass right now? Just then the nurse came in and I had to put my phone away. She very perfunctorily informed me that I was negative, but would need to be tested again in six months due to recent sexual activity, adding that she would take me to the counselor to chat briefly about safe sex. With that she led me down the hallway to a private office where she introduced me to Michael. Michael, of course, was the counselor with whom I had just been chatting on Scruff! Oh, and Michael was HOT. He was probably about six inches shorter than me, had a slight, muscular build, but damn did he get the Enrique Eglesias looks! Plus he had a beautiful smile complete with dimples! I walked in and sat down as Michael closed the door. He shook my hand warmly and told me it was nice to meet me. We talked about my recent negative result and the fact that I could still be positive if the antibodies hadn't yet developed. We also talked about having safer sex and other diseases. Blah blah blah. Honestly, the standard preventive fare. When I got up to go we shook hands again and he said, "I get off in an hour... and would like to get off after that." What a line! He then rubbed his crotch suggestively while giving me an inviting smile. I grabbed one of his post-it notes and scribbled down my address and phone number, handing the slip of paper to him saying "I'm heading home right now and will be ready. And waiting." Sure enough he showed-up about an hour later, and I buzzed him up. Once in the apartment he wasted no time taking control by pushing me against the wall and making out. Then he broke off the kiss saying "Let's get naked. I don't have tons of time. I've gotta get home to my partner." "You have a partner?" "Yeah, does it matter?" "Well, no, not to me, but does he know?" "No, he thinks I'm a good boy, but I need sex. Lots and lots of sex." "Yeah, I believe you," I replied. Although his frankness was slightly unnerving, I was nevertheless turned on by the thought of his big cock fucking me, so I led him to my bedroom where we stripped. He pushed me down to my knees and I worked his cock. It wasn't super thick, but it was quite long. And the downward curve added a whole new dimension. Ordinarily I'm not much good at deepthroating, but fuck, Michael's cock was angling in exactly the right way as to slide down my throat, right past my esophagus. It felt incredible, especially as his foreskin provided dome extra smooth motion. After a couple of minutes he withdrew and gestured me up onto the bed, asking "You ready to get fucked? Where's your lube?" "In there," I replied, pointing to the night table, but adding "Umm, what about a condom?" "Do you really want to use one?" "Well, we just spent 15 minutes talking about safe sex, didn't we?" "Yeah, but bareback feels so much better, doesn't it?" "But you're an HIV counselor!" "So?" "And I just got tested AT YOUR CLINIC!" "And you were there getting tested because you are no angel, right? I bet you have been taking bare cock and enjoyed it but had a little scare which made you go get tested. Right?" "Umm...." "Okay, so some guys really get off on taking raw cock. I get that. I can't stop that. I can educate, but it really isn't going to change behavior. I mean, look at me? I know the risks and everything, and yet I love bareback sex." As he made these remarks he rubbed his cock head up and down my ass crack, teasing my ass lips. "You want me to bareback you, don't you?" he then asked, adding "It's okay to say 'yes'." "Yeah, kinda...." "So pass me the lube." "Are you neg?" "Nope, I'm poz." "Whoa, time out. You're poz and you want to bareback me?" Michael leans back from me and looks at me for a minute. He strokes his cock slowly, seductively, and doesn't say anything. Just stares at me. "Hell, yeah. Yeah, I do. I want to fuck that bubble butt of yours and leave my seed deep inside it. I want you to feel the throb of my cock as I cum inside you. I want to leave my DNA in your hole." "Maybe we shouldn't....." "Look. We both know you're taking raw cock. You've probably taken poz loads before, without even knowing. And I can see that you aren't turned off by the idea, because your cock is rock hard and drooling precum. You might as well just give in to your desires and let me give you a good fuck." "I'm just nervous...." "How about I warn you before I cum, and I can pull out if you want me to." "Um...." Then my body made its decision. I rolled over and got on all fours again, took a hit of poppers as he lubed his cock. And before I knew it, Michael was sheathing his eight-incher inside my ass. It was obvious that Michael had had a LOT of practice at fucking. He slowly, methodically fucked his whole dick into me from tip to hilt. Agonizingly slowly and pushing up inside my second ring. And the down curve was creating new sensations inside me. It was heaven! He picked up tempo and really started throwing all the meat to me. Hard. His curve kept popping up inside my colon, making me wince in pain every single thrust. He didn't care though. He told me to take it - to take his raw cock in my neg ass. "You know, I knew you were a cock pig if only 'cause you were on Scruff at the fucking clinic. I had a strong suspicion my cock would end-up being buried in your ass," Michael remarked. I chuckled in reply. Eventually his breath quickened and he told me he was getting close. I was actually getting close myself, because his cock was stroking the hell out of my prostate. I just moaned as he thrust away. "I'm gonna cum, man! Where you want it?" Michael asked. "Just keep fucking me!" "You fucking PIG! Here it cums! Gonna knock up this neg hole!!" "DO IT! Don't stop fucking me!" And then he flooded me. And when I say flooded, I mean FLOODED. I could actually feel the warmth and wetness fill my ass. He kept thrusting wildly and my ass just felt wet beyond anything I'd ever experienced. He was still fucking me hard and it started to run out of my hole and down my balls. I actually came about 15 seconds later, just from his fuck motion. My hole started puckering and grabbing his dick, making him go wild as I shot my load all over my bedspread. He parked his cock in me and waiting politely for my orgasm to subside, before eventually pulling out. As he did so, his curved cock dragged some of his spunk out and a big blob landed on my bed. Which he scooped up and fingered back into my hole. Moments later I came back to my senses and started mildly panicking, blabbering "Oh my god! What did we just do?" "We fucked. I bred you. You came no-handed." "We shouldn't have... I shouldn't have...." "Relax. Breathe. You just took a big step." "A big step to what?" "A big step toward coming to grips with your piggy side. You are a cum pig bottom. And that's ok. Better than ok, actually. It's hot." "I don't know if I want to be a cum pig!" "Dude, I've worked at the clinic for several years. I can spot a bottom pig a mile away. And you, my friend, are a bottom pig. Embrace it.' "No I'm not... I'm ...." "You picked up a partnered poz HIV Counselor at the free clinic, invited him over, and let him breed you," Michael replied with a laugh. "Oh god. I am a pig." "And it turned you on so much you came from it. And thinking about it right now is making you hard again." And it was. Michael had to get home to his husband, but he promised me that this wouldn't be the last time we fucked. And it wasn't. As he left, he said, "Now remember to get tested again in 6 months. We may have more to talk about after that one...."

Grindr Gone Wrong —----------------------- So about 6 months ago I took the fateful step of installing Grindr on my phone. My fiance was away for the weekend visiting her parents and I was home alone, a little drunk, a little high and very horny. I’d consider myself 90% straight but whenever I’m under the influence I can definitely stray from the typical, narrow path. I fucked a couple of femboys in college and I’ve always found trans girls with fat cocks fascinating. I’d occasionally jack off to gay porn if I just wanted to see some big dicks slamming into hungry holes, so I wasn’t exactly straight set. Plus, I’ve often found it’s way easier to chat with horny dudes about nasty sex, especially when you just need to fire a quick nut off. I’ve been engaged for 2 years so it’s not like I was actually going to do anything. I was just curious and horny and I definitely wasn’t thinking it through at the time. Hopefully I’d get a few compliments, have a bit of sleazy chat with some horny older dude, shoot a nice big load all over myself and pass out. Easy peasy. It was a Friday night, around 11pm. A good time to harvest some potential wank material I thought. I fired up Grindr and began to throw together a basic profile: I’m 26, 5’11, 7 inch dick and a swimmer-body, otter-type. I scrolled through my phone for my hottest ass pic, set it as my profile photo and hit upload. I set my profile status as “Looking for a hung older top” and jumped in the shower. As I soaped up my lean muscular body I could hear my phone chiming away with the sound of horny dudes that probably wanted to fuck me. I closed my eyes and couldn’t help but picture big juicy cocks twitching in front of me as I cleaned out my tight young hole. Maybe I could invite one of them over for some mutual wanking and we could shoot a big load together. Pure fantasy, I thought, but I might not get the chance again and it would be pretty harmless fun. I stepped out of the shower and toweled myself off. I began scrolling through the messages and there was one that stood out immediately. “56 TOP DADDY RAW ONLY!” followed by an attached image. I was struck by the image of a sexy older guy laying back on a bed, proudly displaying a dangerously hard cock. He looked 50ish like he described. Shaven head, a few tribal tattoos and fairly muscular for his age. He was clearly quite fit and his dick was definitely bigger than mine. It was at least 8 inches long, thick and very vascular. He was sporting a hefty silver cock-ring around the base of his tool and it made his bulging sack look heavy with cum. As I stared and I could feel myself begin to drool. My hole was throbbing and before I knew what I was doing I had sent him a response: “Free now Daddy? 😈” He replied almost immediately: “Yes boy. You play bare?” “Sure. I’m clean so if you are too then no problem 😉” “I only fuck raw.” was all he responded. I was so hypnotized by his virile looking prick that I didn’t stop and think about the potential warning signs. Half of my brain was thinking about how his cum might taste, while the other half had already typed out and sent him my address. “I’ve just popped a blue. I’ll be at yours in 15 minutes.” he said, then vanished offline. I immediately started to sweat behind the ears. Shit, what have I just done? I was expecting more of a chat first. He only asked me one question. What have I just agreed to? Well, nothing yet. I didn’t technically agree to anything. No need to panic. But on the other hand, a big dicked daddy was en route and was likely expecting to fuck me. I’m sure we could just wank together over some porn, and he wouldn’t be too bothered, right? I didn’t really have time to think about it. I gave the place a quick tidy and threw on some clean clothes. Before I knew it, the buzzer for the front door went. I checked my door camera and it was definitely the same guy as in the picture. An image of his rock-hard member flashed into my mind and a wave of heat flushed around my hole. Fuck. My heart was pounding in my chest. I took a few deep breaths and buzzed him in. He stepped inside and the door loudly latched itself behind him. “Hi Daddy” I said, accompanied with a cheeky smile. “You got here fast!” I was nervous but trying to hide it by being coy. “Hey sexy boy” he smirked. “Yea, I just came from the gym and this was practically on my drive home.” He looked me up and down and bit his lip. I could tell he liked what he was seeing and he wasn’t even trying to hide it. “You’re a lot cuter than I was expecting, son.” I stood in the doorway to my bedroom and motioned for him to come closer. He was still wearing his gym gear and I could smell his post workout musk as he approached. He was more muscular than I was expecting, even more so than in the picture he sent, and I definitely noticed a few new tattoos on his arms. I glanced down and he had a very large, visible bulge in his shorts. He definitely caught me staring at his growing package because when I looked back up he was staring right at me and grinning. “So do you have much experience with guys then son?” he laughed and playfully tugged at my waistband like he already knew the answer. I didn’t lie. I told him I’d sucked an older guys cock before when I was really drunk and that I enjoyed it, but that was about it. “So you’re an anal virgin then?” he said inquisitively. “Well no... sometimes, when I jerk off I put my fiance's dildo in my ass… so I wouldn’t exactly say a virgin…” He smirked and stifled a laugh. I could see his eyes light up wickedly. I knew exactly what he was thinking. He was starting to look at me like a predator looks at prey. My fight or flight instinct was kicking in and telling me to abort, but my lust for his cock was completely countering it. “So… are you sure you want to try this real meat?” he said, glancing down and massaging his thickening package through his shorts. Somehow it didn’t sound like a question. His dick looked so alluring now that we were up close and personal. I could clearly see the hefty outline, even his cock-ring was visible. We were close enough that his musk was drifting straight up my nose and shocking my brain into submissiveness. Even his pheromones made me feel like prey. I stood there momentarily stunned as he leaned in close and gave my firm, young ass a hard squeeze. It quickly turned to groping and as he manhandled my cheeks I could feel my uninitiated hole flush with waves of heat. I couldn’t stop staring at his powerful looking cock and I swear I could see it twitch. Fuck it looked good. I needed to know what he tasted like. It was too much. I stuffed my hands into his waistband and wrapped my fingers around his heavy, swollen prick. I couldn’t believe how hard it was. He moaned in approval and we locked eyes as I gently massaged his thick daddy meat. I don’t know how else to explain it; but it felt like in that moment, an unspoken contract was being written and signed. It felt like I was making a deal with the devil. I wanted what he had, and he wanted what I had. We both absolutely NEEDED it. Time seemed to unfreeze. We both lunged at each other, kissing frantically. He was much more aggressive than I was used to but I loved it. My head was in the clouds as we tore at each other's clothes and began tongue fucking each other in a frenzy of saliva and lust. We practically levitated to the bed and when we pulled ourselves apart my eyes could properly drink in the reality of the situation. “Holy shit Daddy that thing is fucking huge!” I gasped, as I looked down at his fully primed, twitching cock. He had a smug look on his face as he leaned back on the bed. He tugged on his heavy sack and I watched in awe, as a few thick globs of precum oozed from the tip of his cock. His veiny branch jutted out proudly as it trickled down his meaty length. I was completely hypnotized. “It’s time to taste it boy.” I couldn't tell if the words came from him or from inside my own mind. I couldn’t believe what was happening. My brain was locked-up but my senses were absolutely on fire. Without thinking, I climbed onto the bed next to him and began lowering my eager mouth towards his twitching prick. I felt like I was being mind-controlled. I gently licked up the pearls of precum that had spilled out of him. It was like I instinctively knew not to waste his precious seed. He moaned as I ran my hot tongue underneath his glans and slowly licked him from tip to balls and back again. I stared up at him and smiled seductively as I used my fingers to massage his thick shaft while I gently kissed his balls. He grunted in delight as a few more pearls of precum oozed from the tip and I greedily used my tongue to smear it all over his beautiful cock. His precum tasted incredible and the fact that he was already dripping like a faucet turned me on immensely. My lips were slick with it and every now and then he would lean down and grab me for a sloppy cum-laced kiss. It was completely intoxicating. “Mmm that’s it son…now you’re starting to taste like me.” he quipped as he licked his own precum off my face and looked pleased with himself. We kissed passionately for a while before he guided my eager lips back to his cock. I dutifully continued to work on his impressive meat as he steadily forced his way into my throat. I desperately wanted to see how much of him I could handle. I gagged and drooled on his viagra-fueled girth for a good few minutes, my jaw was starting to ache but I was mostly blind to my own discomfort. All I wanted to do was service his cock. “That’s it slut…get plenty of boy-spit on Daddys meat…get it ready… ” he growled. He showed no signs of slowing down and he was grunting and moaning with pleasure as he continued to rape my mouth. My lack of technique clearly wasn’t bothering him as he forcefully inserted himself deeper into my throat, making me gag each time he did so. All I could do was cover him in spit, try to relax and take it. My eyes were watering as he grabbed my head and bucked into my bulging throat with animalistic purpose. Through the tears, I caught a glimpse of a number of fresh tattoos along the inside of his wrists, they looked kind of like black circles with spikes coming out of them. I didn't have time to examine further because suddenly he pulled me down onto his leaking weapon and completely choked off my air supply. His cock was probably half-way down my throat and his fat mushroom head was already blocking off my entire windpipe. There was no way I could take him all the way to the base, at least not at this angle. My hypothetical worry about deepthroating him turned into a very different, very real fear when I suddenly felt a warm, wet pressure at my back passage. Since I was on my hands and knees and gagging on his dick, I had completely forgotten that my twinkish young ass was up in the air and fully exposed. I glanced back to see him, lust burning in his eyes, as he spat on his fingers and started feverishly slathering it all over my boyhole. The new sensation made me snap out of my dick-slurping haze. My eyes shot wide as I watched him reach down into his gym bag and pull out a large white jar and a small brown bottle. I wasn’t totally naive; coconut oil and poppers if I had to guess. He opened the jar and scooped some out and began smearing it all over my exposed, quivering hole. Holy shit that felt good. I arched my back instinctively and greedily choked myself on his big dick while he slowly worked the lube into my ass. “That’s right, keep sucking faggot… mmm get that cock ready for this tight little fuckhole. Jesus son, we’ve got a lot of work to do.. This ass can barely handle two fingers, even with lube!” “Please Daddy… I need you to stretch me.” I moaned. I was zoning out on his dick as he worked my hole open like a pro. I could feel myself open up for him as he alternated between gently probing and then lightly slapping my hungry ass with his fingers. I slapped his beautiful cock against my face in retort and I was consumed by the thought of how good it would feel to be stretched open by it. “Mmm it’s been a while since I’ve claimed an untouched boyhole. I hope you know what you’re getting into, son…” “Oh you want to claim me Daddy?” I questioned innocently. He yanked me away from his cock and stared me dead in the eyes. “I need to hear you say it son. Tell me that you want me to claim your ass.” I looked down at his ferocious cock, dripping in my saliva and precum and throbbing with anger. “I want you inside me Daddy.” I whimpered. “I NEED you to claim me with your seed.” I couldn’t believe what I was saying, but it was the truth. He grinned wickedly. “Get on your back boy.” he ordered as he pointed to the center of the bed. I lay on my back and watched as he stood at the foot of the bed and applied some oil to his engorged, powerful dick. His thick veiny shaft glistened in the light and his balls looked heavy, taught and ready. “Last chance son,” he said with a serious tone. “Are you sure you want this?” He slapped his dick against the palm of his hand and it made a loud thud. It looked like he was cocking a shotgun. “Because once I start fucking I don’t stop until I cum. And I never, ever, EVER pull out. Understand?” My mind was blank and my hole twitched greedily. My defenses were completely gone. I couldn’t be more ready and I’m sure he sensed it. “Please. I want you to breed my ass Daddy!” There was no more hesitation. He climbed onto the bed, lifted my legs back and shuffled closer towards my ass. He smacked his hefty pipe on my hole like a truncheon and I felt a combination of fear and excitement like I’ve never experienced before. The heat of his engorged prick slapping against my raw hole felt so good. He probed at my entrance a few times and it dawned on me how much bigger he was than my fiance's dildo. I WAS practically a virgin. I instinctively grabbed behind my knees and pulled my legs further back. He now had full unfettered access to my oiled up boyhole. I still couldn't believe this was happening. It felt like some sort of dream. I held my breath and watched as he licked his lips and began pushing and probing at my hole with his dripping fuckmeat. As he tried to break me I noticed a scorpion tattoo on his hip and my mind began to race. Doesn’t that mean something? I was contemplating my choices leading up to this moment when he pressed into me with his full body weight. The tip of his fat bellend pushed into my hole and he held it there. He leaned down and grabbed the bottle of poppers and held it to my nose, while at the same time he began applying pressure with his drooling rod into my ass. “Breath in deep for me faggot” he commanded as I inhaled the amyl nitrate into my lungs. My ass was starting to yield. It felt like I was right on the edge of being torn apart. My mind was floating when he suddenly grabbed my ankles and shoved them down either side of my head with force. My arse shot up into the air and I watched helplessly as he slowly and forcefully sank his raging meat into my whimpering hole. “That’s it… ugh take it my little whore. Mmm Daddy is gonna fucking knock this dumb virgin hole up tonight!” I watched in shock as he fed every divine inch into my body and bottomed out roughly with a grunt. Holy fuck. This was it. The moment of no return. If only I realized how true that was at the time. He leaned down and we kissed passionately as my hungry hole spasmed around this new, fleshy intruder. I swear I could feel his heartbeat through his cock, now buried within me. “Are you ready son? Daddy isn’t gonna be gentle.” I picked up the bottle of poppers, nodded and took a hit. “Give it to me.” I demanded. He withdrew his shaft halfway and slammed it back forward, hard. I lay there helpless as this big dicked daddy loomed above me and plowed his raw length into me with no mercy. I could feel his thick, swollen bellend punch into my guts and it felt so fucking good. At the same time my ring was being stretched and altered by the thick trunk of his unyielding cock. It felt like he was carving his initials onto my insides. “Rape that young hole Daddy. Holy FUCK!” I shouted out without even realizing. “Oh fuck yes boy! Push back on Daddys cock! Push that hole out like you're trying to take a shit! NOW!!” I didn’t really understand it but I was in no position to argue. I held my ankles and pushed with my hole as much as I could. He tore into me with vicious strokes and completely hilted himself to the root with every demented stroke. He slammed and roared and I finally felt his heavy balls twitch against my shattered hole. “OOOHHFUCKKK….Oh yea fucking take it boy. Take every fuckin’ drop of Daddy’s nasty poz spunk! I want it deep…” He pulled out half way and dropped back into me with such force that it sent a shockwave from my prostate straight to the pleasure center of my brain. He smiled and ground his hips into me as I winced with dull pain. I could feel him throbbing and pumping deep in my guts. My hole had totally given up all resistance at this point and was feebly twitching around his girth, milking it gently. I was too focussed on the mammoth invader twitching inside me to immediately register the words I had just heard. What did he just say? I froze in fear for a second as my mind processed those words. “Are.. are you.. Poz?” Time stopped. His eyes glimmered like the devil. “Ofcourse son… I thought you knew?” I tried to push him off but I had zero leverage in this position. I was completely powerless as he held me down and pinned me to the bed with his huge poz cock. “Wait… wait…stop..please! Take it out!” I begged. My fear and panic seemed to make him stronger. Every time I tried to pull away or push him off he just surged back into me harder. I tried to clamp my hole down on his dick to force him out but I was way too lubed up and he was way too deep inside me for it to matter. All I was achieving was adding extra friction and milking him with my ass, making my now-rape even more intense. I noticed my own cock was rock hard and drooling cum as he violated me repeatedly. My cock was bouncing and leaking in time with every deadly stroke from his ruinous shaft. I couldn’t believe what was happening. He spanked my ass hard and my hole was on fire as he drilled his potent sperm into me. It felt so wrong, but it also felt so good knowing to be claimed by another mans seed” “Please Daddy! I’ve got a fiance!” He started laughing and I swear it just made him fuck me even harder. “It’s too late now boy..” he grunted as he churned his heavy nuts against my abused hole. “You might as well just enjoy it!” “Wh..what do you mean it’s too late?” “My toxic seed is already inside you son. I dumped a load into you the first time I went balls deep. I’m amazed you didn't feel it.” Oh I definitely felt it. The problem was that I couldn’t tell it apart from everything else that was going on at the time, not to mention my head was spinning with poppers. “Don’t believe me boy? Well let’s take a look..” He released his grip slightly, tilted me back and slowly withdrew his glistening shaft from my guts. His swollen helmet emerged from my now gaping hole, shortly followed by some pale pink fuck-slime. “Ohh well would you look at that.. Looks like Daddy tore you up a bit. All the better for taking my poz babies though…” he smirked. My freshly ruined boyhole was defeated, twitching and oozing cum. I could only lay there and watch as he gathered up his deadly seed and eagerly pushed it back into my hole, then suddenly, he fully impaled me on his entire rock-hard prick. “OOFFUCKKKkkkuuughh…!” I wheezed as he knocked the wind out of me and buried himself back into my guts. “We can't have you wasting Daddys precious poz seed, now can we boy?” he smirked. “Oh Fuck Daddy… please impregnate me! Please fuck me with your poz seed! Don’t stop!” I couldn’t believe the words coming out of my mouth. We kissed as he shoved me into the bed and thrust into me deep and hard. He gave me another hit of poppers and I wrapped my arms around him and surrendered totally. I could feel every inch of him stretch me open and my no-longer-virgin boyhole was completely molded to him now. God it felt so good to be Daddys slut. He pounded my cum filled hole and pummeled my prostate into submission. Millions of toxic kisses being fucked into my guts. I could feel him corrupt me with every stroke as he fucked his poz sperm into the walls of my rectum. With his seed burrowing into me and his tongue raping my mouth, I really couldn’t hold back any longer. “That’s it son… I can tell you’re getting close! Get ready to shoot your last ever neg load for Daddy!” He pressed some more poppers to my nose and slammed into me even harder. I was in absolute heaven. My eyes rolled into the back of my head and I started firing thick ropes of cum all over my own chest. He was pounding the neg cum out of me from the inside like it was his mission and I’ve never shot so hard in my life. “Ohhh fuck I’m gonna cum again son! Get ready…this is the one! I’m about to flood and implant you with Daddys toxic DNA!” My ass was going into spasms around his cock as I was still cumming hard, it finally proved too much for him. He groaned into my mouth and began slamming into me balls deep. He plowed me hard and rough and I could see our combined fuckjuice spluttering from my asshole and coating his cock. This time he really made me feel it. He buried it deep and just held it there as deep as it would go. His girth throbbed and pumped inside me as his heavy nuts pulsed against my hole. I felt them twitch with every spurt. I held onto him and did my best to count. 6 or 7 huge ropes nuked into my wanting guts. “Fuck Daddy... You really loaded me that time! You really do wanna knock me up huh.” I sighed and went limp. He collapsed into me, cock still buried as I wrapped my legs around him. I could feel the after-jolts twitching through his cock. I tried to relax my hole and allow every drop of him into me. I could feel the warmth of his hot toxic spunk spread inside of me. He gently pumped his hips into me and it made me squirm with delight. It felt amazing to be finally claimed. All I could do was lay there and think about all his deadly little tadpoles that were currently burrowing into me and making me his. I really was Daddys boy now. Hopefully for life.

Looking for a piss thirsty cumdump that wants to suck on my asshole while I am in town!

Part 1 My name is Greg. For those that read my other story (It's too late for you), this is a continuation of that story. First ,a little backstory: I am a 50 year old guy that is married to a woman. I played around with guys here and there when I would travel. Everything changed on my trip to Chicago (which is described in the other story). I met an incredible poz top that introduced me to all kinds of play. Through the week, I learned who I really was. I enjoyed taking all cocks and loads. I really enjoyed toxic tops and I knew that I would end up being a poz cumdump. After flying home, my wife admitted to me that she had been hooking up with a guy that satisfied her better than me. I admitted to her that I had started to explore a gay lifestyle and wanted more. We agreed that we would continue to have our separate fun and see what happens. From there, we both went and enjoyed the things we wanted - she went to meet her guy and I went to an adult theatre for more sleazy sex. This brings us to now. I had been home from Chicago for a couple of weeks. My town was pretty boring. I had continued to hit the adult bookstores and theatres when I could. Unfortunately, these were my main options. I hit the apps when I could but they were mainly flakes. I had continued to talk to my Chicago gift givers (Rob and Tony) on Telegram frequently. They enjoyed my progress into becoming the person I was meant to be. They asked me often if I had gotten the fuck flu. Each day, I had to disappoint them by telling them that I hadn't gotten it yet. I was frustrated. I thought about taking a home test but I decided against it. Since I didn't get the fuck flu, I could continue to tell people I was neg. I know there are a lot of "neg" guys that are actually poz. I was having an ok time at the bookstores and theatres but they weren't fulfilling me the way that I wanted. I needed something else. I had become active on Telegram and had been chatting with guys from all over. Several of the regular guys that I chatted with were from Toronto. From their talks, it sounded like the scene there was better than where I am from. I searched profiles on BBRT for Toronto and saw some guys that looked interesting. I decided that I should go to Toronto. I requested a Friday and Monday off from work and booked a hotel. Today was Monday. I just needed to get through the week of work and also try to line up some fun for the weekend. I told my wife that I was going out of town for a long weekend. She thought it was a good idea. I figure it was because it gave her a chance to have a long weekend with her new lover as well. When I wasn't working, I was chatting to as many Toronto guys as possible on Telegram and BBRT. One of the guys on Telegram really interested me. He had told me that his name was Jeff. He was about my age and was a poz top. I told him that I was coming to Toronto. "Really? You are coming to town?" "Yeah. I need some sleazy fun." "How sleazy are you looking to get?" "I get into most things." "PnP?" "I haven't done anything other than poppers so far but am open to it." "Oh really? a PnP virgin?" "Yeah. I have read lots of stories and I have always thought that booty bumps sound interesting." "That can be arranged. What about smoking or a slam?" "I haven't really gotten into smoking but who knows. I am not a big fan of needles." "Ok. We can see how it goes. Hit me up when you get here." I wasn't sure if I was ready for PnP or if he was even real but I would keep it in mind. I decided that I would check out PnP friendly tops on BBRT and created an account on NKP. Should keep an open mind. I got done with work early on Thursday. I was horny. I wanted to head to Toronto early but didn't have a room until Friday. I didn't feel like hitting the local bookstores or theatres. I searched the internet and found that there was a bathhouse in Hamilton, Ontario. Hamilton is about half-way between me and Toronto. I looked for hotels in Hamilton and found one that had availability. I booked the hotel and packed. My wife wondered why I was leaving a day early. I told her that I wanted to avoid traffic. She seemed excited that she had an extra night without me. I headed out and drove the 90 minutes to Hamilton. I checked into the hotel and douched for the evening. I jumped on the apps and nothing looked promising. I reached out to some of the Toronto guys on Telegram. One of the poz guys, Eric, responded. "You ended up going to Hamilton?" "Yeah. Going to Toronto tomorrow but decided to check out Hamilton spa tonight." "Ah. I wish you luck." I was disappointed. I headed over to bathhouse. There were only a couple of cars in the parking lot. I hoped it would pick up. I got a deluxe room. I watched some porn and hit the poppers. I kept the door open. A couple of guys walked by but didn't stop. I wondered if this was a mistake. I was thinking about leaving when I heard a voice. "You looking for some company?" "Yes. I am looking for a bareback top." "That's me. Get in doggie." "Yes Sir. I have poppers and lube." "Got it." I got into position. I felt him come behind me. I heard him pick up the lube and jerk his cock. I hit the poppers. He slapped my crack with his cock. I reached back and spread my cheeks. I felt his cock at my hole and then he pushed in. His cock was not long or thick. I wished it were bigger but my options were limited. He started fucking me. It felt nice. After a few strokes, he pushed into me. He held still for a few minutes and then started fucking me again. I was happier. At least he could fuck multiple times. After several minutes, he pushed in again. Like the first time, he paused and then started fucking again. Several more minutes passed and he pushed hard and held still. This time, he pulled out and left. I rolled on my back and watched porn again. I checked the apps and found that I had a message on Telegram. It was from Eric. "Thanks for the fuck." "Wait. That was you?" "Yep. I also have a confession. Remember when I told you that I was poz and on meds?" "Yep." I figured he would tell me that it was a lie. I figured he would tell me that he is neg. "Well. I am poz and on meds but the meds haven't been working. My strain may be med resistant. Good luck." With that, he signed off. That was new for me. I had never knowingly taken a med resistant poz load before. I waited a while but the bathhouse was dead. I checked out and headed back to the hotel. When I got there, I checked the apps and found someone that looked interesting. I sent a message. "You looking for a bb btm tonight?" After a few minutes, he responded. "Yes. You interested in a threeway? My bf and I are looking for fun tonight." "Always. I have a few loads in me already. Would love for you to add to it." "Oh really? Love sloppy seconds. Location?" I sent the hotel information and told them to let me know when they got here so I could prop the door. "OK. Be there in about 15 minutes." I put the poppers and lube on the nightstand and turned the lights down a little. A few minutes later, I got a message on Grindr. "We're here. Room number?" I gave them the room number and propped the door open. I got on the bed in doggie with my ass facing the door. A few minutes later, I heard the door open and people walk in and close it behind them. "Look what we have here. A good slut to use." I heard clothes hitting the floor and then felt two people get on the bed. The first guy spread my ass cheeks and dove into my used fuckhole. The other guy came around in front of me and presented his cock to me. He was a chubby white guy. His cock was limp. I reached out and cupped his balls and started licking them and worked my way up to his shaft. His cock jerked and started to grow. Meanwhile, the guy behind me started to tongue fuck me trying to get the cum out of my hole. I continued my focus on the guy in front of me. I took the head of his cock in my mouth and used my tongue on his shaft. His cock continued to grow harder as he began to push into my mouth. The guy behind me was done rimming me. He was behind me now. He placed his cock in my crack. I heard him reach for the lube and jerk his cock. He slapped his cock in my crack. His cock felt much bigger than the guy that I was sucking. He pulled my ass cheek and placed his cock at my entrance. I continued to suck the guy in front of me and pushed back slightly, trying to get his cock to slip in. "Hungry slut needs my cock" He pushed in until the head popped in. He held for a moment and started to push in steadily until he was fully inside me. His cock wasn't real thick but was longer than average. His cock felt great. "Hun. Get back here and rim me while I fuck this slut." The guy in front of me pulled out of my mouth and went behind me. I looked back. The top that was fucking me was a thin black guy. He wasn't scrawny but looked like he had a swimmer's body. He moaned and started to fuck me slowly. I faced forward and hit the poppers. "Thanks hun. Go back and use his mouth." The top came back in front of me. His cock was soft again. I started licking his balls and shaft again. The top continued to fuck me as I brought the guy's cock into my mouth. His cock started to grow again. I focused on pleasing the guys on both ends. The guy behind me started to pick up the pace. I squeezed my fuckhole around his cock. "mmmmm. Yeah slut. Make me cum." I squeezed harder and started to drive my mouth faster up and down on the guy's cock in my mouth. The guy behind me grabbed my hips and pushed forward driving my mouth further down the guy's cock. After a few moments, the top pulled out of my ass. "Get back here and feel this fuckhole." The guys switched positions. The guy from my mouth placed his cock at the entrance and pushed in easily. I opened my mouth and the black guy pushed his softening cock in my mouth for me to clean. The guy behind me continued to fuck me as the black guy's cock started to get hard again. After a few minutes, the guy behind me pushed into me, held for a minute and pulled out. Immediately, the black guy pulled out of my mouth and went behind me again. He pushed into my fuckhole again. He started to fuck me again. This time, he fucked me harder and faster than the first time. "Hope you like poz loads, slut. You have two poz loads in you now and will be getting another one from me soon." "I am neg but love poz loads. The loads that I already had in me were poz." "Oh really? Bugchaser?" "My duty is to take all loads" He moaned and started to fuck me even harder. Then he slammed into me. "Take my dirty load, you slut!" I felt his cock grow thicker and spurt after spurt of cum driving deep in me. After a few minutes, he pulled out. I laid down on my stomach. They both got off the bed and got dressed. "Thanks slut. Enjoy." With that, they left. It was a nice start to my long weekend.

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

This isn't necessarily to defend Biden's action or lack thereof. But you can rest assured that no matter how badly he fumbles the ball, Trump will make it worse. Biden doesn't restrict arms sales to Israel? Trump will start cutting the price so they can afford to buy more. Especially with the likes of Miriam Adelson dangling another $50 million or so to his "defense fund" or whatever.

From reading Xaxier Hollander's book Supersex, available in paperback in Walgreen's-- a whole chapter on anal sex. I was a teenager, but I experimented with hammer handles and mop handles lubed up with lotion. I learned that something up my butt felt GOOD. I didn't get the real thing till I was 18 -- some fat dude I met in a cruising park took me back to his apt. There I took Xaxier Hollander's advice about the easiest way to have anal sex -- I sat on it and rode it cowgirl. Still my favorite position... esp. after some guy told me -- disapprovingly -- that riding cowgirl was the sluttiest looking position.

The drips and puddles are impossible to resist or ignore.I love to be watched as my tongue flips the stained walls of my favorite ABS…the sticky floors covered in the semen of numerous men,,,it’s heaven for a cum addict…while nothing compares with an unknown cock spraying its sperm deep down your throat…I crave my solo time and focus on feeding on what ever is available

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

I knew about the adult bookstore before I could legally get in. I was a teenage cocksucker who learned about the park probably earlier than i should of. I loved sucking cock but it wasn't until I got to the park and began sucking men that i learned to properly suck cock I learned well and became quite the cocksucker. When i went to the bookstore at 18 I was in for more training. The bookstore was to teach me to be a pig, a whore for men, a slave to cock, hopelessly addicted to cock and cum. All my spare time was dedicated to the bookstore. I was introduced in many things, i lost my virginity in booth 8. I drank a mans piss in the bathroom. I learned to eat ass and use my mouth for other purposes. I sucked cock after cock from the glory holes. Married men were drawn to me, i knew how to work a man's cock. I licked cum off the walls. I drained used condoms. I met an ex con all tatted up. He saw me giving up prime hole for free, he taught me I was a valuable commodity, he gave me meth. I became a complete whore. Want more?

Played with a very sexy man who took good care of my feet and fed his beautiful cock into my mouth tonight. We made out too. It was great. I should not have left as early as I did. Hoping you see this...we would have a lot of fun together.

I am negative but get barebacked fucked regulary cum in my ass

Part 46: Who's Your Daddy? (Will's Perspective) “I just want to fuck everything,” Lewis told us. “Actually, I just want anyone to fuck me.” We were all at Doctor Wade’s office. Peter came with Doctor Wade. I picked up Lewis and then Dom. It was a Saturday, meaning we were alone. It had been several weeks since we got the call from Peter, telling us that Lewis had started converting. While we all knew that had been the goal, I guess we hadn’t fully prepared to jump into action once his body accepted his new poz status. “His parents can’t find out,” I told Dom. “Wade is on his way to help,” Dom told me. “How is that going to make sense to them?” “Peter told me that he’s going to say that you told him about Wade.” “Does that make sense?” “It’s gonna have to,” he told me. In all the chaos, Dom and I had forgotten about his question to me. At least, it seemed as if Dom had forgotten. “Will,” he said, gasping for a final breath as he climaxed, “will you marry me?” It hadn’t registered at first. In that moment, nothing felt real. He had just told me that he was going back on his medication. At one point in his life, he had been determined to ride his HIV status all the way to full blown AIDS. I suppose I had always known this. I’d read enough about chasers and gifters to know the deal. I’d seen thousands of poz videos where the men cried out, “Give me all your fucking AIDS!” It took the desire for the strain to a new level. While I had never sought out to be poz, everyone around me had. They wanted this. They lusted after the freedom it provided. They wanted the rush knowing their cum was toxic and deadly. Yes, it gave me a rush too. I loved unloading in Pastor Kline, Peter, Lewis, and Ryan, knowing my cum could transform their bodies. I loved fucking my father, knowing just as he had given me life, I was giving him, in the eyes of many, death. My dick was a weapon, and I loved using it. It wasn’t until Dom told me that he was going to avoid, or at least postpone, this ultimate fate that it fully set in the life I was living. And while it did scare me for a moment, I couldn’t deny the pleasure I also found within this knowledge. Dom had done his duty. The tally marks on his arms proved this. Now, it was my turn to take up the responsibility. It’s what I wanted… wasn’t it? Could I even do what Dom did? Was it possible? Not with my job, I thought. Not living like I was, hiding in the shadows. So many of us were. Peter had escaped, but we’d seen the aftermath. It wasn’t pretty. Still, I found myself jealous of him. Many nights I’d lie awake and think about how I’d blow up my life. I imagined announcing my status as a gay, poz man in church, watching as everyone exploded in shock and awe. Maybe I’d run down to Dom, kissing him. The worst idea I had was to record Dom and I fucking just so I could “accidentally” show it during a service. This idea I scrapped quickly. Still, something inside me knew I couldn’t live in the shadows any longer. Lewis needed to keep it a secret until he was in a better place, less dependent on his family. Perhaps in college he’d manage. He needed to distance himself from Peter so that no investigation started, possibly pulling us into the madness. Ryan was the same, though Pastor Kline would help him as much as possible. Would Mrs. Kline figure out that not only her son was gay but also her husband? I think In Pastor Kline’s wildest dreams he wanted to run off with Ryan, finding another man to fuck them both. But what about me? What was I going to do, especially now that Dom had asked me to marry him? We had held our breaths in the hours that followed Peter’s phone call. What would happen with Lewis? Would his parents take him to the hospital? Would Wade be able to persuade them otherwise? Was everything about to come crashing down around us? Dom and I drove to Wade’s apartment and waited with Peter. He answered the door naked, his cock hard and leaking. It was somewhat funny watching Peter pace the room. He looked like a man waiting to see if his wife had given birth to a healthy baby. In a way, this is exactly what was happening. Peter had been the one to take Lewis’s virginity. He had been the one to pull Lewis into this life, into the desire to be poz. In many ways, Lewis was giving birth to a new phase in his life, and Peter was responsible for it. Maybe, once he’s away from his parents, Lewis will join Peter and Wade, acting as a thruple. Hours later, Wade called us. “He’s definitely converting,” Wade told us. “I’ve given him some medicine to help him through, though I told his parents I’d check in on him again tomorrow.” “And they’re believing you?” I asked. “I told them I’m a friend of yours,” Wade said. “I told them I make house calls, and I think they bought it. Just hearing your name had them trusting me immediately.” That kind of made me sick in my stomach, the idea that Lewis’s parents trusted me, and believed I was a good man, when, in reality, I was one of the men making sure their son was going to be infected by HIV. I also hated that this idea also made me hard. “Luckily, he doesn’t look too bad,” Wade said. “The kid will feel like shit for a few days, but it’s looking a lot like the flu. He’s lucky.” “We all are,” I said. “That could have exposed all of us.” “New rule,” Dom said, “no fucking anyone under the age of twenty-one. Not right now. It’s too risky.” “I make no promises,” Peter said. “I can’t contain this cobra.” He grabbed his bulge and squeezed. “What can I say. Something about those young men just get me going.” “Thanks for the help, Wade,” Dom said. “No problem. I managed to suck Lewis off when his parents weren’t looking. The kid has got some delicious cum. I’m looking forward to tomorrow’s visit.” A few days later Lewis was feeling better, but another call came through, this time from Pastor Kline. “I just got a call from Ryan,” he told us. “He’s really sick. I think he’s converting.” “Anything you want us to do?” we asked. “No, we’ll be fine,” he said. “I’ve rented a room near the college. My wife wanted to come, but I told her I’d manage. His roommate thinks he has the flu, so I said I’d watch over Ryan at the motel so his roommate doesn’t get sick.” “Let us know if you need anything.” “We’ll be fine,” Pastor Kline said. “I’m just happy to be the one there to care for him. He is my little boy.” Pastor Kline kept us updated. Ryan’s conversion was rougher than Lewis’s, but he managed. From what Pastor Kline told us, it didn’t take long for him to ride his son’s poz cock multiple times, milking him of the family batter. We knew Pastor Kline wouldn’t want to leave Ryan, finally having the sexual relationship with his son that he had always wanted. Within a short time, two new members of our brotherhood joined, toxic loads building up in their youthful bodies. If their youth didn’t give them sexual energy, this new sexual drive in their bodies would, almost driving them crazy. “I keep getting hard in the locker room,” Lewis told us. “I just want to jump on all their cocks and start riding.” His sex drive was through the roof, an issue we managed to control by regular visits to my office at the church. His parents thought he was volunteering, and he was… sort of. He was volunteering his ass to Dom and me, and we made sure to fill him up to the point of him bursting. “I can’t wait till I get to college,” he told us after a long session of fucking. We were all on the floor, naked, covered in sweat and cum. Pastor Kline had joined us, making sure to drink down all the piss he could manage. “You were born to be a slut whore,” Dom said, slapping his ass which had a trail of cum leaking out. “You’ll convert half the campus.” “If I’m lucky,” Lewis said, sticking his fingers into his sticky hole and scooping out a glob of our cum. He licked his fingers. “I’m going to miss having you guys around to fuck me, though.” “You’ll find other tops,” I said. “Trust me. You never know who wants to secretly fuck your ass.” “From what Ryan has told me,” Pastor Kline started, “he’s already found someone near his college to fuck.” “Another student?” “A married man,” Pastor Kline told us. “Four kids. A controlling wife. He’s a lawyer, I think.” “A married lawyer,” Dom said. “I like the way your son thinks. Maybe we’ll give him a weekend visit.” “He’ll be coming up to visit next weekend,” Pastor Kline said. “He’s excited to see everyone.” Now, here we were, in Doctor Wade’s office, all of us collected together for the first time since we fucked at Peter’s house. So much time had passed, and so many men had converted. Lewis was getting tests done along with Ryan. We’d wanted to test and see who their actual gifters were, something we hadn’t done for Pastor Kline or Peter. We didn’t care, but Ryan and Lewis wanted to know. They had managed to get samples collected beforehand, but they wanted us all together for the announcement. “Everyone here?” a voice called from the hall. Pastor Kline and Ryan entered, another man following behind them. He was a tall man, muscular, with an intensity I’d only ever seen in Dom. Though Dom was still bigger, this other man could easily hold his own ground. “We brought a guest,” Ryan said, motioning to the man. “This is Graham.” Graham nodded to us, smiling. “Hello,” he said, his voice low. “I hope I’m not crashing anything.” “That depends,” Peter said. “Are you here to fuck?” We all laughed at Peter’s brazen question. “I’m ready when you are,” he said. “I’m all cleaned out and ready to go.” “You’re a bottom?” Doctor Wade asked. “Sure am,” he said, wrapping an arm around Ryan, pulling him into his arms. “I’m a cumdump whore for this man right here.” “That’s so fucking hot,” Peter said. “But he will fuck you if you ask politely,” Pastor Kline said. “He’s got a great, uncut cock. I can see how he’s fathered four kids.” “They made me the middle of a Kline sandwich,” Graham said, reaching out and grabbing Pastor Kline’s ass. “Never thought I’d fuck a pastor’s ass. “Tell me about it,” Dom said, grabbing mine. Ryan told us about how he and Graham had met, Ryan getting an internship at the office where Graham worked. “I noticed Graham straight away,” Ryan said. “I got hard immediately, but I tried not to be obvious.” “He didn’t do a good job,” Graham told us. “I saw him checking me out, so I worked to give him something to look at.” “You’ve never seen an ass like his in gray dress pants,” Ryan said. “Finally, I cornered him in the copier room,” Graham said. “It was like something straight out of a porno.” “I fucked his ass right there,” Ryan said. “I pressed his face down on the copier as I flooded his ass.” “I’ve got the scan hidden in my desk,” Graham said. “You can see my eyes rolling back in my head.” They told us about fucking in Graham’s office while he was on a Zoom call, how they fucked in his bed, almost getting caught by his wife. “It just makes the sex hotter,” Graham said. “I love riding Ryan’s cock on my wife’s side of the bed.” “He also likes to wear her thongs when I do,” Ryan said. “Hugs his ass just right.” “What kind of lawyer are you?” I asked. “I work a lot with divorce cases,” he said. “We’ll be talking later,” Peter said. “I’ll fuck you while we figure out how to best drop my ex-wife.” “Sounds good,” Graham said. “I heard about you. I’m excited to see just how much cum I can milk out of those balls of yours.” “Calm down, everyone,” Doctor Wade said, returning to us, papers in hand. “I’ve got the results.” “Tell us,” Peter said. “Tell us who their daddies are.” “Well, not just them,” Doctor Wade said. “I tested you, too.” “Me?” Peter asked. “Thought I might as well,” Wade said. “Some of the samples I collected after you converted I sent away weeks ago. I just saved the information.” “And?” “Well,” Wade started, “Looks like Dom can add another tally to his arm if he wants.” “Who?” “Lewis,” Wade said. Lewis looked at Dom and smiled. “Told you I was going to make your ass mine,” Dom said. “You rode my cock like your life depended on it.” “And I want another go,” Lewis told him. “And what about Peter and Ryan?” “Well,” Wade started again, “looks like Peter and Ryan are brothers with Jay.” The room was silent, everyone turning to look at me. “Congrats, Will,” Doctor Wade said. “It’s triplets.” “Me?” I asked, looking at them all. I couldn’t believe it. First, I found out I was the one to poz Jay, and I’d only started to get over that shock. While he and I were on speaking terms, we were still working to smooth out the issues that remained between us. But now, I was also the gifter to both Peter and Ryan. I looked at them, seeing two strong, sexy men. Men who I fucked. Men who I bred. Men who I infected with my toxic cum. My cock became hard. “Maybe I should give my hole to him first,” Graham said, eyeing me. “Sounds like his cock gets the job done.” “Congrats, babe,” Dom said, kissing me. His hand rested on my chest, right over my heart and my tattoo. “Thanks for the charge, daddy,” Peter said, winking at me. “Don’t call me that,” I told him, laughing. “You’re older than I am.” “Just think,” Peter said, grabbing his crotch, massaging his bulge, “all the asses I infect from now on are all because of you.” “Not just me,” I told him. “Because of Dom.” “That’s true,” Pastor Kline said. “We wouldn’t be here without Dom.” Everyone cheered for him, Dom’s face growing red from embarrassment. “Thank you. Thank you. I work hard at fucking lives up.” He looked at me, his smile fading slightly. “With that said, I’d like to announce that I will be officially hanging up my gifter title.” “What do you mean?” Ryan asked. “You’re not gonna fuck anymore?” “Fuck no,” Dom said. “Of course, I’m gonna keep fucking. You can’t stop me. I mean, come on, have you seen Will’s ass.” They laughed. “No,” Dom said, “what I mean is that I’ve started on medication that will, after some time, make me undetectable.” “Why?” Lewis asked. “Because I’ve been gifting long enough,” he said. “And while I love it, there’s someone I love more.” Dom kissed me, holding me close. “I want to be here for a long time, and if medication allows that, and allows me to keep fucking all of you, then it’s what I want.” “Which means,” Doctor Wade said, looking at Lewis, “that you will be the last ass Dom converts.” “Wow,” Lewis said. He looked at Dom, smiling. “Thank you, sir. I’m honored.” “You better be,” Dom said. “I’m expecting you to convert dozens of men with that ass of yours.” “Oh, I will,” Lewis said. “No one will be able to stop me.” “But my legacy lives on,” Dom said, looking at us all. “It isn’t just what’s here.” He ran his hand along the tally mark tattoo. “It’s everyone here. You’re all a bunch of fucked up fuckers who can’t stop fucking, and those are the kind of men I want carrying my strain forever.” “We won’t let you down,” Peter said. He looked from Dom to me. “Either one of you.” “And with that said,” Dom continued, “there is another announcement to be made.” “Another announcement?” Pastor Kline asked. “Did your dad convert?” Peter asked me. “Not yet,” I told him. “Jay has been riding our dad’s cock almost every day, so it’s only a matter of time.” “Jay and your dad,” Pastor Kline said, massaging his own bulge. “Now, that’s a sight to see.” “It’s about us,” Dom said, still holding me close. “I asked Will to marry me.” Everyone was silent, their eyes growing wide. “You proposed?” Peter asked. “I thought you told me you weren’t the marrying type,” Doctor Wade said, smiling. “I wasn’t,” Dom said. “The only thing I lived for was fucking and converting men. That’s all I ever wanted to do. That’s all I ever thought about. I was a walking biohazard sign, ready to infect, ready to convert neg holes into toxic cumdumps. But then, I met Will, and things changed. I fucked him because he’s hot, because he’s a pastor and I loved the idea of corrupting him.” “Which you did,” I said. “Which I did,” Dom continued. “And I really thought that would be the end of it. A poz gay man fucks and converts a straight pastor. Sounds like bad porn, but I did it. And I kept doing it. I kept coming back to Will, again and again. And he kept coming back to me.” I watched as Dom spoke. I remembered the dangerous animal I had seen in him when he fucked me, converting me. While that part of him still existed, I now saw something different in him. Just like the night he proposed, I saw someone capable of delicate, passionate love, a love he wanted to give to me. And only me. “That voice that’s been in my head,” Dom continued, “that voice that tells us to fuck, to hunt down men to convert, it brought me to Will. After him, the voice started to change. At first, it tried to pull me away from him, but, after time, the voice fell silent. Instead, I heard a new voice. Will’s voice. Before I knew it, Will was a part of my life. Before I knew it, Will became my life. I couldn’t imagine my life without him. I love him, and he loves me. He was no longer the pastor I corrupted. He was the man who entered my life and made me want to continue living as long as possible.” I saw tears in Dom’s eyes, and I realized that I had never seen Dom cry before. He’d seen me, though most of that was because his cock threatened to tear me open every time he fucked me. This was different. Dom wasn’t the mythical man, the poz top fucking and converting every man he met. No. Dom was different now. Somehow, he was stronger now than ever before. “But what did you say?” Peter asked, looking at me. I smiled. “I said yes.” __________________________________________________________________________________________ A bit sappy, but I couldn't help it. More to cum.

I agree with what you are saying. It does depend on the individuals, I have had 40 year old men act like they were in middle school, and I also have enjoyed a recent high school graduate (over 18) who was mature, polite, and there for only one reason, because he wanted to have sex wit me. I do try to take it on a case by case basis, online I am not really the aggressive type, if I see someone in their 20s I don' normally message them. However, if they reach out to me first, and I even bring up the age difference, then I figure it's fair game and if they want to play that 's great. I know of one couple I played with who were 30 years different in age, and I have to say at first I found it a bit creepy. They seemed to be very fond of one another, but once the sex started I just let it happen and both times I have been with them it has been drama free and fairly good sex. So I am going to worry less about the numbers, again I don't hit on the twinkish 20 somethings but if one should be genuinely interested I might decide to go for it.

As for motels in the U.S., consider Motel 6, Travelodge, and Super 8. Anywhere frequented by prostitutes, hustlers, dealers, or homeless is a safe bet. Look for $40-$80/night ideally with doors that face the parking lot. You can claim that you’re a sensitive sleeper and request a room in the back of the property away from families. Consider taking a play buddy with you. He can act as lookout, doorman, fluffier, pimp, and Internet secretary. He can also keep you company during lulls, kick out troublemakers, and lick your hole clean between tops. He can hide out discretely in the closet or bathroom, watch from the other bed, or head out and conveniently return after your next trick arrives to “accidentally” walk in on you and your trick. Pre-lube using a lube squirter, oral syringe/doser, or lube bottle with twist top. Periodically add more if need be. Have supplies on hand to clean out again in case of emergencies. Learn to recognize the warning signs of curious but too scared to participate; flakes; guys too far gone with their drug of choice; and aggressive/pushy guys. Politely shut them down online and don’t give them your address or room number. Try your best to determine your ground rules & limits beforehand. Are you taking all cummers or filtering ones you find attractive? Are guys allowed to bring buddies? Will you allow recording with cell phones or cameras? What sex acts and scenes are out of bounds? Are guys allowed to linger afterwards, or is it strictly cum & go? Are guys allowed to bring party favors, vapes, edibles, etc.? Does HIV/COVID status matter? (WARNING: You can’t safely control this factor as people lie and/or don’t get tested.) Read stories on here to get ideas and build fantasies. relax and enjoy!

PART 13 Ted smiled as he opened the door. In the light, he looked pretty much as I had remembered him from the booth, except maybe a few more years older than I had thought. But definitely as tall as I had thought and just as tbin, if not thinner. He had on a white tank top that cling to his thin frame and loose basketball shorts. As I looked closer, I could see the outline of his cock thru the thin satiny fabric. He caught me stAring and grinned even bigger as he guided me in by putting an arm around my shoulder. His apartment was clean and nice, not fancy, but definitely comfortable. But that was all I took in as Ted guided my down the hallway immediately, and into his “fuck room” as he called it. I took in what was normally a bedroom. It had a small desk and computer in one corner and one wall lined fully with mirrors, another wall had a tv screen already playing gay porn, and then a full size bed wa against another wall. Finally, hanging from the ceiling in another corner opposite of the mirrored wall was what I instinctively knew to be a sex swing, a sling. I don’t even know if the door was all the way shut before he was naked and urging me to take my clothes off. I was embarrassed that I was already hard, but quickly stripped. This was different than the booths. Ted had the lights bright in the room and he stopped and took a long look at my naked body. “Chris, are you SURE you are 18? Absolutely sure?”, he said with amlittle doubt. I was afraid he was going to stop and immediately spoke out “I swear to god I am 18. I can show you my license and everything. I am still in high school and live with my parents but I am 18. Please don’t make me leave.” I scrambled to my shorts and pulled out my wallet. He waved it away. “Chris I trust you. I am glad you trusted me enough to show me your ID. I don’t need to actually see it. You know what I really liked? I really liked how bad you want to be here. And that was really your first time at a bookstore like that wasn’t it?”, he said as he started handling his cock. I noddedand then added “I did get fucked one other time, but the other day at the bookstore was my second time with a guy. Or guys, I guess.”, as I laughed nervously. “Fuck that’s hot. And now you are here, all in a week. You must be so horny. All those years I bet, just thinking about cock and man sex, jerking off every day. And now finally, you discovered it. You tried it. And you just want it more and more. And the best part is you are already hooked on raw sex. I bet you wouldn’t let me use a condom if I wanted to.”, he said softly. At that last line, a visible look of fear shot across my face. “Don’t worry”, he continued, “there’s no way I would do that to you. No condoms right?” I shook my head. “Why don’t you say it. Say it out loud so I know you mean it. I know I don’t want to use a condom when I fuck you. I want to fuck that hole bareback and I want to shoot my load deep inside it. My poz load. Is that what you want too?” I gulped and in a quiet voice, I said those two words out loud, “no condoms.” “And how do you want me to fuck you?”, he whispered as he edged closer. “Bareback no condom.”, I said louder now as the excitement of the moment grew. “And my load? Do you want my poz load inside your hole? Do you want me to cum inside you Chris?”, he asked. “I want it! I want your cum in me. Please just fuck me til you cum. It’s ok.” I practically begged. His hard cock was now inches from my eager mouth but he paused and asked me another question, “You do know I have HIV Chris? And my cum is full of it. Are you sure this is what it want? Cuz I want to fuck you so bad and I want to flood that little hole, but I want to make sure you want it?” The way he said it was genuine not concern, but just really wanting to make sure this 18 year old kid knew what he was getting himself into. As serious a topic, somehow the gesture just made the whole scene sexier. I didn’t know what to say except the truth. “I don’t know. I love getting fucked but there’s something about knowing you are giving me your cum. I can’t help it. It’s like my favorite part of it and I just want it. I know it’s dangerous but I can’t help it. I don’t even know why but I just feel like I need it. Like I really need it. Even if, even if it’s so risky. Please, you’ll still cum inside me right?” In the moment, in that sex room, actually talking about all this stuff, it was almost too much and my need made me emotional. Ted looked down at me, my face a picture of desperation with tears almost swimming in my eyes, so hungry for him. “Don’t worry baby. I have so much cum for that hole. I’m gonna give you a huge load. Just what you need.” And the distance closed and my mouth opened and I was sucking his cock, worshipping it.