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I found this guy on Grindr. His profile said he was a hypnotist. I had a hypnosis kink since I was young. His profile also said he was poz, but I decided not to worry about that if I was just getting a hypnosis demonstration. As soon as I met the guy in the hotel room, he pushed me onto the bed and climbed on top of me. He was so hot. "I'm going to hypnotize you now." he said. I nodded my head in agreement. His eyes immediately began to change colors in rainbow spirals. I opened my eyes wide in surprise, thinking he was gonna use a cliché pocket watch, but this guy was supernatural. Widening my eyes just made me fall under his spell harder and faster. "You are mine now boy", he said. "I'm yours Daddy." I replied. He grinned evilly. Before I knew it, we were both naked, and he was lubing up his cock. He slid his lubed fingers in my butt. I moaned. "You are a slut. You Love to take loads deep in your butt" he said. "I am a slut, I Love to take loads deep inside my butt." I repeated. He grinned evilly and slid his dick slowly up my butt. I moaned. "Now here comes the really impressive part. I am going to turn you into a bugchasing slut. You're going to get my HIV in your butt, and you will remain my poz cumdump" he said. Part of my brain panicked. I didn't want to catch anything! I squirmed underneath him, but he just looked deeper into my eyes, the colors intensifying. It felt so good to have his bare cock fucking me. With a *ping* my brain unlocked a hidden part of me that I was afraid to admit before: I am a bug chaser. Suddenly, I was begging for his poz load. "Please Daddy, cum in my butt. I really want to feel Daddy's poz load deep inside of me. Please give me HIV Daddy. I WANT THE BUG IN MY BUTT!!!" I yelled. Daddy grinned wider than he ever did before, he knew he was gonna get to poz that ass up. He fucked me roughly and wildly, grinning from ear to ear with his tongue out like a demon. " You're going to get my viral load whether you like it or not. I can't hold on much longer..." Daddy teased. "Please infect me sir! I need your HIV. Please give me your seed deep inside my butt!!!" I yelled as I spread my legs as wide as they would go missionary style. Daddy gave a few more thrusts, then he said "Here it comes bitch, TAKE MY AIDS LOAD FAGGOT!!!" and with that, he began to shoot ropes and ropes of toxic cum deep inside of my neg butt. "I'M CONVERTING YOU!!!" Daddy yelled. "FUCK YEAH DADDY, CONVERT MY NEG BUTT!!!" I yelled back. I squeezed all of Daddy's dirty cum deep inside my butt, but Daddy came so much, that there was still poz cum overflowing my butt. Daddy put a butt plug in my ass to keep his cum inside of me. "You're my poz cumpdump forever now you stupid faggot" Daddy said, holding me tight. "Yes Daddy." I replied obediently. THE END

The Last Time (Part 2) " I haven't yet, no.." I was taken back by the fully stocked room, and felt a little out of place. "Condition three, now that you made it this far. You will refer to me as Sir or Master, understood, boy?" "Yes Sir," I immediately replied, not even giving it a second thought. "Before the sling, I have to piss, come fag," aa he tugged on my collar to the toy shelf. He grabbed a urinal mask, and strapped it on my head. "Don't spill a drop or you'll be punished." I just nodded, unable to respond, and patiently waited, staring up at my new Master with my glossy eyes. He started a slow trickle, but surprisingly didn't taste as bad as I'd expect and started opening my throat and swallowing as fast as I could before he started spraying a full stream and filled the urinal up before stopping. I slowly gulped down everything left before he unstrappes it from my head and put it back on the shelf. "There's still some left, boy" and pointed to his cock. I put my lips on his head and enthusiastically sucked, until he let lose a last minute stream, using my mouth to suck out what was left. When I finished, my stomach felt full, and started to feel even higher than before. " You're such a good submissive faggot, I may have to keep you." I just responded with a "Thank you Sir" Before he grabbed my leash and tugged me over to the sling. I hopped into it, and got into a comfy position before he started to strap my legs and arms down into it. Id probably have been concerned if I wasn't flying so high already. Condition three, don't ever lie to me boy. What's your status?" "Neg Sir, was on PrEP up until a few weeks ago." "Good boy. I've got to go prepare something, but I want you completely fucked up for me." He grabbed a shard, put some lube on my hole and shoved it in. I cried out from the burning, but tried to remain cool, knowing I couldn't move or resist if I tried anyway. He then grabbed a gas mask, and hooked it up to my head. The mask was blacked out so I couldn't see out of it. After a minute, clouds started pouring in, and I had no choice to inhale as much as I could. Craig came back after a few mines, came back and took the mask off, and seemingly had a point prepared. I was completely out of it, feeling the corniest I've ever been, my hole throbbing to be filled. "Condition three, if you want me to fuck you, I don't pull out." He swabbed my arm with an alcohol wipe, before putting on a tourniquet. I was so horny and dazed, all I could do is nod. "I need to hear it boy." "Yes please, fuck me Sir, please I need it." He slid a finger inside me, toying with me, taunting me. "You sure, fag? You want me to slam you and knock you up with my poz babies?" He pulled his finger out, leaving my hole empty and crazed. The slight hesitation from hearing he's poz was quickly drowned out by my needy hole. "Yes please, Sir, please slam me and fuck me with your poz cock. Knock up my faggot holes, please." "As you wish, boy." He slid the needle in, pulled back to see a nice red register, before pushing the plunger in. He pulled off the tourniquet and at the same time, slammed his cock inside me to the base. I coughed a bit before feeling waves and waves of pleasure, as he started to pound me as hard as I've ever taken it. I've never felt such intense pleasure before, my eyes rolled into the back of my head as he pounded my hole relentlessly. "Here it comes, faggot, get ready for my toxic seed." His speed increased even more, and started to jackhammer me, before grabbing my hips and plunging in for one deep fuck, and holding it there. I could feel his cock twitching inside me, shooting ropes and ropes of cum, painting my insides, changing me forever. "Welcome to the brotherhood."

11. “Look right into the camera,” Sir said, holding his phone up. I was kneeling in the middle of the room now, the wall of sex toys displayed behind me. “Start with your name, and who you belong to, and then in your own words tell the story of how you came to be kneeling on my floor with a nine-inch plug in your recently fisted cum filled cunt, your cock leaking a little caged and your head shaved.” I nodded my understanding, “Alright. Go.” “My name is Tommy and I’m Sir’s cumdump sub pig. I used to be a condoms only top in a monogamous relationship, but Sir helped me realized that I’m actually a sub bottom born to please men and take their loads. It just feels so good.” “Tell your story,” Sir prompted. “It started when my ex cucked me with Sir. I didn’t know it but for months he was taking Sir’s cock behind my back slowly becoming one of Sir’s boys. When Sir finally made him tell me I was shocked but turned on. I didn’t understand it, but when Sir told me to come to his house I couldn’t help but obey…” I told the whole story of the last five days. I looked right into the camera on the back of Sir’s phone and talked about fingering myself till I came thinking about Sir’s dick. I talked about feeling desperate when Sir wouldn’t fuck me and going to the bar with Jack. I said that I was jealous when Jack had gone off with another guy and I’d found out that Jack had bred him. I described in detail how it had felt when Jack had fucked me in the bathroom, and when his friend had come in after. I described hunting for dick online today. I even mentioned finding my ex’s profile and being turned on seeing what a slut he was. Then I talked about coming to Sir’s and giving up my cock, taking his fist and his load, about swallowing his piss, and getting my head shaved. I blinked for a moment at the end of my tale and then looked back into the camera to say, “Sir said he’d turn me into a dumb slut, and he was right. I am a dumb slut. I’m Sir’s boy. I’m a fist pig faggot cumdump whore.” “Good boy. I’m going to take some pictures tonight as my friends use you, and then in the morning we’ll introduce the new you.” “I can’t wait Sir!” Thankfully I didn’t have to wait long before Sir’s friends started turning up. He never introduced me to any of them. They just came down into the basement already naked. At first it was just one or two guys. They’d bend me over the fuck bench, or toss me into the sling and use my hole. If there wasn’t another guy to immediately start fucking me they’d slide the plug back into my cunt to keep me open and loose. Sir floated around, talking to his friends, encouraging them to use me and filming them sliding in and out of my hole. Occasionally he’d pan up to my face and have me say something like, “I’m just a cumdump Sir! Fill me with your loads!” Five burly men all roughly Sir’s age, all with large cocks had come and gone after the first two hours. I thought for a moment that was the end of it. Dan had only had eight guys at his party, and gotten like twelve loads, maybe those five were it. Then the group showed up. All at once six guys of various ages and types walked down the basement steps. They ranged in age from probably twenty-five through sixty. A jock, a couple of daddies, an honest to goodness bear, they ran the gambit. The one thing they all had in common was they were packing. I was placed in the middle of the room on the fuck bench, my well-bred ass exposed and vulnerable. Sir attached my legs down to the bench but left my hands loose so I could still jerk guys off. I moaned as dick after dick was slid inside me. While guys waited their turn they would circle around waving their dicks at my face and fucking my throat. Sir kept taking pictures and videos as the guys spit roasted me. After what felt like an hour and almost eight loads I was taken off the bench and lifted onto a mattress where the jock was laying. He dragged me on top of him and slid his cock into my gaping hole. He pulled me tight to his chest and I felt another man get behind me. The bear worked his cock in next to the jock and started to pound me ferociously. I was screaming, but it felt amazing. I was so open and so full of spunk my hole offered no resistance to any of them, it was just pure joy. “Fuck yes! Use my pussy! Use me like the fucking faggot I am! Wreck me! Breed my cunt!” I shouted not realizing Sir was right in front of me filming me. I caught his eye and he nodded his approval. The bear let out a mighty roar and another load rushed into my hole. He was soon replaced with another cock that blew its load all over my hole and the jock’s dick. The third guy sliding into my hole next to his cock was too much for the jock. I watched his face scrunch up and his body spasm as he added his deposit. The night ended with my sprawled out glassy eyed on the mattress covered in cum, an even larger plug stuffed in my abused cunt. Sir took one last picture before helping me into a sitting position. “Fuck pig. You did better than I ever could have imagined. “Thank you, Sir,” I said wearily. “There’s just one more thing before you get to go to sleep.” “What’s that Sir?” He held up the thick chain pad lock. I grinned. All of my exhaustion washed out of me. “Stand up boy.” I stepped off the bed and stood in front of Sir. He passed the chain around behind my head and brought the two ends together then slipped the arch of the lock through and closed it with a solid click. I felt the cold metal on my skin and looked down to admire it. “In the sling boy, you’ve got one more load to take.” Sir grabbed his crotch and shook his hard cock at me. I dashed over to the sling and flung myself back into it, the heavy lock around my neck thudding into my chest when I landed. Sir pulled the plug out of my hole with a wet squelch and then slid his cock inside me. He filmed himself sliding in and out of my spent hole and planned up to my face and said, “What are you?” “I’m a faggot cumdump whore.” “Good boy.”

The text read as such: ”was gonna whore myself out today, but I think I’ll whore you out instead. I have a blindfold, poppers, and lube. Motel 6 right off the interstate. Have a few dudes already lined up.” My legs started to shake, whether out of fear or excitement, I didn’t know. Two anonymous loads in me already, and I’m about to get more. This was shaping up to be quite the day and I quickly responded that I was on my way. I made sure that I had all of my belongings and headed out of the bathroom. The fresh air hit me luck a ton of bricks and I took a deep, refreshing breath. It felt good to be out of the grungy bathroom. I hopped in the car and started driving to the motel. About halfway there I realized that I smelled just like the bathroom and nearly gagged. I sent a quick text to the poz daddy asking if I could shower. He responded with the room number, and ended with “we’ll hose you off slut.” I started to get hard in my jockstrap at the “we’ll.” I turned into the Motel 6 parking lot and, in my eagerness, took the turns a bit too fast, my tires screeching as I came to a halt near the motel room. I tried to fix up my hair the best I could, adjusted my dick, and practically sprinted to the door. Before I even knocked, my poz daddy opened the door and was standing in front of me completely naked, clearly not afraid of anybody seeing him. I was mesmerized by his grey chest hair, the eagle spread across his chest, his slight gut, his girthy 9” dick at full attention, but most of all by the faded biohazard tattoo above his bouncing dick. I suddenly snapped back to attention when he laughed, deep and clearly pleased. He cleared his throat, “Heard you coming. You smell like you got fucked in an outhouse boy.” He pulled me in and somehow disrobed me in what felt like an instant. “Put this on,” he motioned at a blindfold near the bed and said “I’ll put you in the tub to hose you down.” I came to my senses and finally took in my surroundings. The room was dimly lit, but clearly shabby and run down with wallpaper peeling off of the walls, cigarette burns on a carpet that was older than I was, and a cathode ray tube television that looked like it weighed 20 pounds despite the small screen. The room smelled like sex and poppers already. It was clear that he had been fucked a few times before I arrived. I moved over to the blindfold and grabbed it. Before putting it on, I heard some movement near the bathroom and looked up. An older gaunt man, older than my poz daddy walked out, his thin frame belied by a gut, his skin seemingly barely clinging to his bones. I instinctively put my hands over my dick to hide what little modesty I had left. He looked at the man who invited me here and rasped “Nice one Joe, well worth the wait. Glad you didn’t let me blow my load in you. Oh and he’s shy” he added in. “He won’t be shy for much longer,” said Joe, whose name I never thought to ask. I glanced at the thin guy’s cock—it was maybe 6”, cut, flaccid, and average girth. I took a deep breath, put on the blindfold, and felt Joe’s hands on my shoulders leading me to the bathroom; my arms outstretched to try and sense if I was going to run into something. “You’re not going to take that blindfold off until I tell you to boy. Now step up and in and get on your knees. No, face the other way.” I was in the tub and felt a not-ungentle smack on my head and I shifted towards Joe’s voice, the cold acrylic on my knees. I began to shiver from the cold before I heard a rasp “Don’t worry boy, this’ll warm you up.” I expected to hear the shower running, but instead felt a hot stream spraying on my chest quickly joined by another. For the briefest of moments, I was confused, but then the smell of piss filled my nostrils. Judging from the acrid smell, one, or both of them were dehydrated. I fought the urge to gag and stayed on my knees as one stream went down to coat my jockstrap and the other inched up towards my face. “Not on my blindfold,” grunted Joe, followed by a wheezing laugh from the gaunt man as he sprayed my chin and lips. Finally, the streams subsided, and I felt strong arms practically pick me up out of the tub and set me on my feet on the cold tile. Drenched in urine, I was directed back to the bed and pushed down onto it, my head landing on a pillow and my wet chest against the bed sheet. “You get to drop your load first, said Joe distractedly and added “the next guy is on his way.” “Fuck yeah,” responded the older man as I felt the bed shift with his weight and spindly fingers spreading my legs. “Are you going to be a good cumdump for me slut?” The whole situation felt surreal but, in my mind, I knew I was going to be a great fucking cumdump.

Part 2 – I arrived at my boyfriends house after work and he greeted me with a long passionate kiss before I’d even entered the house. My cock was already hard and he grinned when he felt it through my jeans. “I missed you so much. Please fuck me”, he begged between wet kisses. I grinned and we headed to his room. He’d got stockings and lace panties on, which drove me wild. I got him on his front and had my tongue between his beautiful peach buns, with him whimpering like a whore. I was so horny to fuck him but he suddenly pulled away when I tried to manoeuvre my cock towards his cunt. “Please wait” he said turning to face me. “What’s wrong” I said, cock dripping precum and poised to fuck. “I have to tell you something”, he said, suddenly getting upset. With tears in his eyes, “I cheated on you” he blurted out, sobbing uncontrollably now. I lay down next to him and pulled him to me, placing my arm round him. “OK, what happened?” I asked, not feeling the least bit upset, but horny as hell thinking he’d taken cock besides mine. “My cousin came round and I got all upset that I’d not seen you, and he was comforting me, and started kissing me, and it just happened” He sobbed. “It’s OK, I should have been here for you”, I lied looking into his tear strained eyes. He looked back and gulped a bit, “You aren’t upset?” he asked. “No, this is my fault not yours”, stroking his cheek and smiling back at him. “But he sleeps around lots and isn’t on PREP and he came in me. What happens if he gave me something. I don’t want you to get it?” he whispered. Inspiration dawned on me, maybe this was useful….”It wouldn’t be the first time I’d had something and anyway, if you love someone you will share anything”….I’m definitely going to hell! “Really?” He replied, blinking away tears. “Sure” I said and leaned in for a long hard kiss with lots of spit. He’d calmed down now and although I hadn’t lost my erection, he was now rock hard as I held him. “Let me suck you off and taste your seed. Maybe it’s poisonous. I want to taste your poison boy cum” I smirked back at him. He grinned back at me, this had clearly turned him on and he lay on his back while I went down on his dripping cock. I sucked him for less than a few minutes before he said he was cumming. “Give me your poison cum. I want your toxic seed” I moaned, just as he pumped a lovely warm load of boy cum in my hungry mouth. “Fuckkkkk” he groaned as he came gripping my head. I swilled it round my mouth and showed it too him before swallowing it all. “That’s so hot” He moaned as we kissed again. I couldn’t wait any longer and spread his legs wide, got my cock lubed and rammed into him. I fucked him so hard while he screamed and moaned, breeding his boy hole, I was like a savage possessed. I kept imagining my own seed was going to convert his negative ass. I came deep and hard inside him before collapsing in a sweaty heap on top of him. “That was the best sex” He managed between breaths. “You like the thought of toxic loads don’t you?” I replied, panting myself. He looked at me, kissed me again, “Yeah, you can give me what every you want” he grinned. We spent the next few hours having a lot of sex, whilst talking about toxic loads and fucking with other guys. I told him I’d love to get him into a threeway and maybe even a group orgy. He wasn’t sure to begin with but his cock was rock hard and grabbing it, slowly wanking him, I said, “You may not think you want it, but your cock does”, winking at him. The next morning we showered and made out before I had to get off to work. “Since you had sex with another guy and cheated on me, shall I invite a friend to join us and fuck us both?” I asked him as I dried off. He looked at me for a little while before answering, “Will he cum inside us?” he asked. I could already tell he liked the idea, erections give so much away. “Yeah” I replied “Ok” he said and we kissed again.

Always raw!! And always breed!!

Often times, people telling the truth, as history is seen about white shaming. On an individual level, if you’re not practicing racism, you should have nothing to be ashamed about. But if you’re from the perspective that black and indigenous people should quote “take their L” and move on while you enjoy the fruits of colonialism and injustice systems then yes you should be ashamed.

Those of <fill in> are PARIAHS in the country that they stole from its indigenous inhabitants, who were herded into the least desirable and most resource-poor parts of the country, so that <fill in> could exploit those natural resources into the modern & prosperous entity they now control and extract all the value from, to which of course thousands of others wanted to come and share in the stolen booty. There, I fixed it for you. If you honestly don't grasp that, to the people who held ancestral lands for millennia, your "modern & prosperous entity" represents nothing more than a bunch of thieves with superior weaponry who stole their birthright , well, I'm not sure I can help you. I'm not saying Australians of British descent should feel ashamed of their parentage, but the fact that they think they did a good thing by seizing everything of value on a continent from the people already there, using it to make themselves rich, and excluding those indigenous people from any participation in society for a century or more - well, that says something. And to be fair I'm not saying Americans - also, in large measure, descendants of invading colonials who stole all the natural resources from the people who'd been here for millennia as well. We compounded our actions by using chattel slave labor for much of that theft. But we did it so thoroughly that when we realized that the barren dustbowl to which we'd banished our natives - the Oklahoma territory - was actually rich in oil deposits, we maneuvered ways to steal that land AGAIN, so we could profit from the oil. Morally, that kind of shit matters.

Last week before the stormy weather hit, I was up in the north of Scotland. It's been very much all work and no play for me for a while now and I was feeling tired and a bit low. In the early evening I visited a cruising ground. It was quiet at first but then a few guys appeared. I fucked an Afghan lad up against a tree. I guessed he was probably in his late 20s. It was only after we fucked that he told me he had just turned 20. He looked quite a bit older - he was tall, slim and bearded, with a really fit, hairy arse. He sucked my cock for a while and then pulled his trousers and pants down and bent over. I fucked him against a tree and enjoyed every minute of it. His arse was really tight, even though he told me he had another guy's load up him and after a really enjoyable fuck, I squirted my load up his arse to add to the one he already had up him. As he pulled up his pants, he thanked me and told me how much he had enjoyed the fuck and then smiled at me and kissed me. Made me feel a lot better and I decided to go back the following evening!

Haha, thanks for the replies and no worries, there is more! 😜😈 Chapter 14 I barely remembered going home when I woke up. I was a mess. I had violently tried to jerk off when I was home, because I was so horny and couldn´t sleep yet. But the cage allowed for little touching of my dick and my hole was sore, so I didn´t want to pull out the plug. Well and I also didn’t want to lose any of that precious seed. So I watched some porn and touched myself all over before I finally fell asleep after two or three more hours. And here I was, realizing what I had done the day before. My eyes shot open and I groaned. “Fuck…” I muttered. The memories were hot and dizzying. Then, my hand shot to my dick and gripped the cage. What the…? Had I really let a guy I just met and didn´t know shit about lock my dick into a cage and send me home with his cum up my ass? And let his friend, who “randomly” walked in on us, do the same? I didn´t even know how to contact him! How the fuck would I get out of this?! I started panicking and took some deep and slow breaths. It´s gonna be alright, I told myself. I rolled out of bed and felt the soreness of my hole and the plug still inside. What hour was it? I must have slept for long, since the sun was already setting again. I looked at my phone to see the time and saw the messages that I had gotten. I quickly scrolled through it, unsure if I had missed anything important today. But then I saw a message from a number I didn´t have in my contacts. “Hope your hole gets ready for the next dosage until the weekend. Enjoy being a caged fag for BBC until then!” I stared at the message for a moment. Wow! Well, at least now I had his number. I wanted to type a quick response about giving me the key to the cage before I stopped myself and thought for a second. The weekend was four days away. Not too far. And… Maybe it would be hot to just try to wear the cage, knowing he had the key? Only one way to find out… I got through the week as a quivering mess. One part of me being VERY aware of the cage and afraid anybody would see it; the other part of me anxious for the weekend and getting to see Jamal again and fucking loving every second of him holding the key to my cock. He had just texted me back three times: Fithe first time saying he´d get back to me on Friday for details of our meeting and I should send him a picture of my locked cock to confirm. The second time a day later with a picture of his hard cock. The third time was plain as well and turned me on as much as the last: “I loved fucking you sweety! You´re so sexy with a cock in your mouth or ass!” I would have gotten hard on that message if I could have. Some day were more of a pain, but his messages and the memories of the last sex as well as my increasing horniness about the prospect of the next weekend kept me in check. I knew I should ask them about condoms and not do so much drugs the next time. The needle hadn´t really been administered with consent, but… Fuck, I didn´t know what to do! When Jamal messaged me Friday evening, I was so ready to get pounded into submission once more. I had already cleaned out and to be ready as soon as he got in touch. When he told me to come over to his place, I was out of the house within five minutes. When I reached his door, I was trying to be rational for a second, considering once again the implications of what had happened to me during the events. Made high, being bred and caged by I guy I barely knew, now at his doorstep again, eager like a puppy, awaiting his presence, body, smile, smell and cock. This was surreal! Shouldn´t I just run and…? That’s when the door opened, revealing Jamal´s grin and his muscular body, wearing nothing but short running shorts, outlining his powerful legs and big tool. I didn´t know where to look first. “I´ve been waiting here and hoping you´d be this fast! Come on in!” My thoughts vanished into thin air as soon as I saw him. He was looking so hot! “Ah, sure… cool! I´m happy to…” When the door had closed behind me, Jamal pinned me against the wall, ravaging my mouth. He drew back for a second, grinning at me again, letting his hands slide over my body. Once found my dick in its cage and one groped my ass. “Fuck Jakey, I´ve missed your sexy little body!” What had I been thinking about again? He kissed me again, then pushed me towards the living room with his hand still on my ass. The room was lit nicely with indirect light. Porn was already playing and below the moans I heard a steady rhythm of music playing. On the table lay a torch and a lighter, a small bottle with liquid, poppers and lube. Beside the sofa I saw a big bag with different items of gear or toys sticking out. I was pretty stunned as it looked like a porn set I had walked in on and wanted to formulate some concerns, when Jamal pushed me down to sit on the sofa by my shoulder and sitting down beside me. He casually reached for the pipe and the lighter and started heating the contents. He drew a deep breath and came towards me, put the pipe down and kissed me, exhaling his hit into me. When he ended the kiss after a while, I exhaled and felt my heartbeat go even faster. Jamal then put a hand on my shoulder, smiled and started to massage my neck. „Do you know why we are such a perfect match?“ I could just look at him questioningly. „I mean… aside from the obvious…?“ „Because you´re a little slut, yeah. And you´re also a curious, but shy slut. You need somebody to take care of you and to make you do all the things that you actually crave but are afraid of trying. Or that you think you shouldn´t try because bla bla bla…“ He trailed off and smiled at me. It was a half warm, half evil smile. „And you´re gonna do ALL of these things!“ I tensed. I wasn´t sure what ALL meant. „Oh shh, I know, I know. There are some things you really don´t want to do. And then there are things you would say you don´t wanne do, but that you actually want to happen anyway or made to do. We will do all of the latter. And you´ll have such a good time!“ He moved his hand to my cage and pressed it with his hand. „And you don´t even have to say anything. Well, and you have no say in that anyway. I have so much to force you with. But really, I don´t even need to, do I?“ He stared at me. Even though he was sitting next to me, it seemed like he was towering over me. „I…“ I cleared my throat. „I guess not.“ „Right answer baby.“ He put his hand up to my face and caressed my cheek. „We´re gonna have so fucking much fun this weekend!”

Been sucking a new bud on the reg...22yr old with an 8-inch dick and thick pubes. Love getting my nose down to the base of his pubes and sniffing. He refuses to trim, which I love...curious what others think about natural pubes out there...

I had last weekend to myself and I fancied a bit of anonymous sex, so I booked myself into a hotel in Blackpool for the Saturday so that I could visit the gay sauna. I've been to this sauna numerous time and you can get a full weekend pass for a decent rate so it meant I could go as many time as I like on the Saturday and Sunday. Once I'd arrived at my hotel and got ready, I went to the sauna between 14:00 - 16:00, 17:30 - 19:00 and then again between 20:30 - 22:00. I wanted my monies worth from the weekend pass as you can see! 😂 As the weather was so rubbish over the weekend, the sauna wasn't as busy as it had been on my previous visits, particularly when I went back after 20:30. I'd still enjoyed myself as I'd taken a few anonymous loads up my arse and I knew I could go again on the Sunday daytime. It was so windy and the rain was on and off when I left the sauna so instead of walking down the seafront like I usually do, I decided I'd go through some of the back streets. I've never really wandered that part of Blackpool before, but some of those back street areas away from the beach aren't that nice lol! Still, it stopped me feeling as cold which I was quite happy about. I was about 25 minutes or so into this walk back to my hotel and I was heading down this alleyway which looked to be fences to the back of people's gardens with no gates to lead from their gardens to the street itself and I could see a decent sized tent part way down this alleyway. Once I got closer to it, I could see it was a little unzipped and I heard someone ask if I had any spare change and this guy poked his head out of the tent, who I'll refer to as Alan. I didn't have any to give him because I just had my bank card and he was very pleasant about it and as I was about to walk away, Alan asked me why I was walking around in this weather by myself at that time of night. I told him I'd been out for a little fun and was on my way back to my hotel and he asked why my friends hadn't walked back with me. Alan was really polite and I asked him if he'd like me to buy him some food and if he'd like some company so I could tell him about my night and he was very grateful and said 'I'm curious as to what you've been up to'. I'd walked past a takeaway about 10 minutes back so I told him I'd go and get us some food and then I'd chat with him, which meant it was a 25 minute trip to and from the takeaway before getting back to where Alan's tent was. Once I arrived, Alan unzipped his tent and told me to head in and join him and I was feeling so fucking horny at what I was doing. Obviously, the smell in the tent wasn't great but I was very much all in at what I wanted at this point. We started eating and Alan was very thankful I'd bought him some food and we started chatting, originally about just any old topics. Alan was 53, originally from Balckpool and he's been homeless for the last 7 years or so. Once we'd finished our food, he switched the topic to what I'd been up to this evening and at this point, the rain and wind had picked up a bit and it was pretty cold in the tent. I asked Alan if he was someone that gets easily shocked, he laughed and told me 'I'm homeless, I've pretty much seen and heard everything you could imagine'. I decided I'd just be open and honest, so I told him I'd been to a gay sauna and sucked a lot of dick and got fucked by men I didn't know, with a few cumming inside me. To my surprise he didn't seem as shocked as I thought he would be, but he did tell me my evening had been far more interesting than his. I was dropping some not subtle hints that I wanted some dick and Alan asked what type of men I went for, so I told him I was into older tops who liked it raw and I could see a grin on his face at this point. We were sat across from one another in the tent and he was sat infront the zipped door area and he started to lean forward towards me, before he pulled me in to kiss him. I felt so horny but it was also fucking freezing outside and this tent wasn't really helping with that! I started grabbing at Alan's dick through his jeans and he told me he'd give me exactly what I wanted but we needed to be quiet and he ordered me to strip naked, so I did exactly as he asked. My nipples were ridiculously hard because it was so cold and Alan pushed my legs up by my head and began tonguing my arse, before I let out a groan of pleasure. Alan immediately stopped eating my arse and told me to be quiet so I made sure to cover my mouth whilst he continued eating my arse. Alan told me how good my arse tasted, before I reminded him he was eating another mans cum and he let out a 'mmmmm you really are a dirty fucker aren't ya', to which I was nodding away as he was pulling his jeans down. I sat up, took his dick in my hand and started teasing his dick, licking the head and all the way down his dick and sucking his balls. The smell was really strong but I found myself adoring this whole [banned word] experience. After I'd given him head for a little while, I lay back again and pulled Alan on top of me and started kissing him before he slid his dick inside my arse and he immediately let out a loud moan himself. I jokingly told him he needed to be quiet and we carried on kissing, as I locked my legs around his waist. It felt so fucking good to be on my back like a whore for a homeless guy, I loved the feeling of his dirty dick invading my arse and the kissing was incredibly passionate. I could hear Alan breathing a little heavy despite us only fucking for a few minutes but I could tell he was getting ready to cum, so I whispered in his ear that I wanted him to breed me and he forced his dick inside me balls deep before he unloaded deep inside me. I made sure to lock my legs around him to keep him in place whilst we kissed and make sure I had every drop of his cum inside me. As he pulled out of me, I realised I was completely naked, in a tent with a homeless guy with his load up my arse in the middle of November on a Saturday night in Blackpool 🤣 One of the best fucks I've had though! I got myself dressed and I asked Alan if he would like me to pop by his tent again tomorrow morning, but he told me the alleyway has too much foot traffic in the day for us to have sex. We chatted for a little bit and as he doesn't have a phone, I realised it may be hard to sort another meet. I told Alan the next time I was in Blackpool I'd head to the same place to see if he was still there for any late night fun! I wandered on back to my hotel and I was so damn cold walking back! I got a shower and went to bed, before heading back to the sauna on the Sunday afternoon and I was able to get a little more anonymous fun. Although, the best part about the weekend was getting fucked in Alan's tent and part of me really wants to stay with him for a few nights in a row! 🤪 Hopefully I'll be able to have more fun with him on my next Blackpool trip!

Went to a local bar that has a backyard play area. Wasn't planning on getting seeded just sucking some cock, so I didn't prepare for a cock up my ass. Sucked 3 different cocks. First guy was good looking. I'd say 7". Took him forever to cum but well worth wait as several gathered to watch. second had a small cock but was a ginger. Love me some ginger. He came quickly which I'm glad as one watching had a super thick cock. I'm not exaggerating was truly beer can thick! My jaws strained getting around him. After a bit he said he wanted to fuck me. Said I'd love that but wasn't properly douched. He said let me check and began to finger my hole. ALL was good! Luckily someone watching and stroking had some lube! Even with lube it was tough taking him. He eventually got all the way in though. Was a nice steady fuck. I had others waiting for my cummy hole, but had dinner plans with some friends. Fortunately i had my emergency underwear in car. Went into restrooms and cleaned best I could. Put on fresh undies in car and someone noticed me.

I'll say this, too, jd: Years ago, I ran up against that posting limit (which may have been slightly larger at the time - the owner of the site has been known to adjust those as necessary), but there were a lot of discussions I wanted to participate in. I made a point of signing on each day, and that helped me use every one of my limited posting opportunities every day. As Viking pointed out, quality of the posts matter too. Because the system that evaluates and moves people up levels is mostly automated (if not entirely so - that's one reason it's not disclosed, to keep people from trying to "game" it), I'd hazard a guess that post quality is probably evaluated by things the software can measure, like post length and number of "reactions" it generates. So, for instance, a post replying to a hot fiction story that just says "Hottttt", while no doubt a welcome boost of confidence to the author, isn't going to inspire anyone to "like" your response. But in a General Discussion topic about something like relationship experiences, responding to a question with a thoughtful answer may well generate half a dozen reactions. A clever response with a pun or joke embedded in it might get several "HaHa" reactions in addition to up or down votes for people who agree or disagree with your point.

@rawfuckingonly You asked about rational gun restrictions. The most recent I can think of is the ban on bump stocks, a device used exclusively for the purposes of making a semi-automatic rifle operate more like (in fact, almost indistinguishable from) a fully automatic rifle, thus enabling rapid fire without having to pull the trigger repeatedly. The Court struck that down. Courts have struck down limits on high-capacity magazines (how many bullets do you need to kill a rabbit, anyway?). Courts have struck down location-based carry restrictions, saying in essence there's almost no place that any community can declare off-limits to guns, even crowded places like theaters that present serious management issues. They've even struck down laws criminalizing filing serial numbers off guns, making them untraceable (but it's still illegal to alter a VIN number on a vehicle). Lower courts have even struck down the ban on "ghost guns" (guns assembled from parts that all lack a serial number), though the Supreme Court may - or may not - be willing to let that regulation stand. I think we can all accept that some of us will have differing views on whether *particular* restrictions are sensible or not. For instance, I can't think of a sensible reason we should allow people to have AR-15s and similar style weapons (contrary to the bullshit their proponents push, they're not designed for hunting and they're a poor choice for it). But I can see where someone might argue otherwise. I can't imagine ANY rational argument that we should allow the production of handguns without serial numbers to make them untraceable. I can't imagine ANY rational argument that a large capacity magazine - which exists solely so you don't have to stop and reload as often - is useful for ANYTHING other than killing a bunch of people (in hunting, the first round fired is going to spook every potential target within range, giving you time enough to reload manually). Ditto for bump stocks. As a people we're contorting ourselves into pretzels to find that all these otherwise rational limits are, in fact, prohibited by an amendment that until 16 years ago wasn't even acknowledged as applying to individuals.

Cottaging was great fun back in the day, now you can’t find one to piss in let alone cop off with anon cock in

The Last Time (Part 1) "Hey boy, good to hear from you. We should meet up in person to go over my conditions. I'm free now, be at my place in an hour." He sent his address, and nothing else. I was hoping to make plans for maybe the next weekend, or maybe just score some for personal use for myself. I had been off my PrEP when not playing, and had not started taking it again. But I didn't want to waste an opportunity, so I decided to chance it. I jumped in the shower, and got ready to head his way. Plugging in his address, he was only 20 minutes away. I pulled up to a decent sized house in the outskirts of town, and texted him "I'm here." He just responded, "Doors open, I'm just finishing in the shower. First condition, strip off your clothes and putem in the bag next to the door." I walked in, stripped, and did as I was told. I sat down on his couch, and on the table was a loaded pipe and torch. He had a TV playing with somd bareback porn playing. "Go ahead and get started boy," he shouted from the bathroom. "I'll be out in a minute. Pipe is loaded for you." Laying back on the couch, I lit up the pipe and took a big hit, before exhaling a large cloud. Fuck, I've been missing this. I took another 2 big hits while being drawn to the TV, a bottom strapped into a sling whilecl two tops took turns fucking him. After my fourth big hit, Craig came out to the living room to see me exhale a big cloud. He was dressed in leather boots, a dirty jockstrap, leather harness and leather cap. He had two Gatorades in his hands. "Keep going. Second condition, I love to parTy and get my bottom fucked up. You will do everything I tell you to do, trust me you'll have a good time." He handed me a Gatorade, and told me to chug it. At this point, I was feeling the T and drank it down without question. I felt a little flush afterwards, like I juat had a few shots at a bar. He sat down next to me on the couch, and started rubbing his jock. He took the pipe, lit it up, and inhaled, then motioned for me to come closer. As I sat closer, he leaned over and kissed me, and exhaled into my lungs, which I greedily accepted. "Good boy," is all he said as he lit the torch again, and repeated the shotgun. Immediately after, he put the pipe up to my lips and lit it. "Hold," is all he said as I inhaled, and held it in as long as I could before needing to release it. I was feeling it hard right now, and my eyes couldn't decide at staring at the bottom getting pounded or the growing cock underneath his dirty jockstrap. "Get on your knees fag, start sucking." I quickly dropped down, and pulled his jock to the side to reveal his gorgeous cock I've sucked before. I started worshipping his musky balls before running my tongue up and down his shaft. I heard the click of the torch again, and darted my eyes up just in time for him to lean down and shotgun it into my lungs. I held it in, and went down on his cock, releasing a large pillow of clouds over his cock before taking it down my throat as far as I could. He seemsdvto enjoy this, grabbing my head and forcing me to hold it longer in my throat. We continued like this until the pipe ran out, taking shotguns and deep throating before hearing the torch click again and again. I have never done this much before, and was feeling so warm and obedient, like I couldn't say no if I tried. " I think you're ready fag, let's head to my playroom." He reached to the side of the couch, grabbed a collar and leash, placed it around my willing neck, and lead me on all fours down the hallway. Inside his play room, was lit by red LEDs; he had another TV playing porn, with a bed, sling, fuck bench and a large shelf of toys of all sizes. "Ever been in a sling, boy?"

November cocks served…as I get ready for the annual Thanksgiving pilgrimage which historically marks the end of my November service, a review of the months diary frankly reflects a disappointing month. Family issues, business issues proved distracting but unavoidable and my goals perhaps optimistic or unrealistic. My belief that true dedication and prioritization to the faggot life should mean 100 cocks per week as the target. But I own my failures, missed goals and am transparent always. November service. 4-day Tampa, Ft Lauderdale trip. 18 Parks, Rest areas. 16 Theaters and book stores 37 2- motel blow bangs 21 private hosting 12 monthly total 104 December will be I’m sure difficult, but I will exceed 1500 for the year. while not breathtaking, it’s reality. I’m looking forward to 2025 and new focus, goals, use.

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Chapter 8 My good poz FB Jason just nursed me through the fuck flu and as I slowly recovered, he has recharged me multiple times. I swear these breedings are making me feel stronger as the poz seed has claimed me. I’ve been horny as fuck, even while not feeling fully recovered. Jason has been taking his responsibility seriously to keep me recharged. Jason smiles and reminds me he doesn’t need to leave for another 8 hours and why don’t I invite Paul over. He’d love to meet him and maybe the three of us could find some creative ways to spend some time. I grab my phone, dial and when Paul answers he immediately congratulates me. He wants to know when he can come see me, and I state that actually Jason and I were just discussing that and wondered if he is available. With a “fuck yes”, he lets me know he can be here in 30 minutes. While waiting for Paul I’m thinking of all of the loads Jason has given me. Perhaps one of the hottest was yesterday. I’m legs up in air spread wide, laying on my back and Jason was pounding my hole. I saw him working his mouth and then he spat into my open mouth repeatedly. I’m so turned on as I swallowed snot loads. He roughly grabbed me, flipped me over and shoved me into the bed. His hand pushed down on my back, pinning me down, as his cock repeatedly assaulted the entrance to my ass. He’s brutally pounding me claiming me every way he can. He screams out FUCK, as he rams in hard and I feel his cock pulsing on my prostate. He’s filled me with another huge load. As he pulled out, he shoves his hand into my ass and pulls out his deposited cum load. Putting his fingers in his mouth he savors the spoils. He demands I open my mouth and he slowly drools out the load into my open mouth and tells me to swallow. I’m so fucking turned on as we then devour each others tongues sharing my cum infused in our wet mouths. Jason wanted me to invite Paul over before he goes so they can finally meet and have a little fun with me . Paul is a guy who originally I hired as an escort but after he got pozzed, he has been helping me hook up with toxic guys for fun. Paul is a 6’ 3” blond adonis, mature, ex-twink with a solid hard muscular but naturally smooth body. Theses couldn’t be less alike. Jason is this 28 yr old, 5’ 7” guy, with a beard, hairy chest, mostly fit but with a couple extra pounds. He’s also just goofy nerd that loves to play. Paul is truly verse, while Jason much more prefers to top but does enjoy taking a cock occasionally. What they both have in common is, that boy, can they both fuck. Jason and Paul chatted a bit while I was down and out. I guess they were arguing over who likely pozzed my ass. Jason demands, with a devilish grin, play time with the three of us. I’m guessing he wants to show the older Paul he is more Alpha. The door buzzer sounds and I go to the door and let Paul in. Introductions are made and the guys are immediately sizing each other up. I suggest maybe we move to the bedroom. All three of us we’re naked almost immediately. Jason quickly gets hard, and his cock is sticking straight out. Paul standing next to him, pulls on his dick and is already at half-mast. Paul leans into Jason and the two of them begin kissing and making out. The sexual electricity in the air is palatable. I alternate between their ample hard cocks as I devour their rigid poles. I savor each inch as they both are producing copious amounts of pre-cum that is just the right sweetness. We are soon on the bed, exploring each other’s bodies with a desperate passion. We spend the next 10 minutes exploring each other’s cocks and bodies, driving our passions to a new frenzy. Paul then tells Jason to sit up in the bed. He positions me with my mouth over Jason’s cock so I can deep throat his dick. I am soon rewarded as Jason begins skull fucking me. That curve in his cock is perfect as it glides deep into my throat, and he pounds into me. Paul is guiding me to be on all fours. As I’m sucking Jason, Paul takes his cock and impales my ass. His cock is stone hard, and he begins fucking me in and out. He then takes his throbbing cock and starts stirring my hole with a right and left on top of the in and out grinding. His enormous cock fits perfectly in my ass and he owns it. He is soon fucking me with abandon. All the while I have Jason’s cock down my throat in and out of my mouth as drool runs down my chin. Together they are soon driving me crazy with desire. Then it abruptly stops. As I whimper, Jason and Paul change positions and I find Jason’s, well snot lubed, fuck stick enter my ass. He slides right in thanks to Paul expertly stretching my ass. Jason takes his time, using Paul’s copious precum as added lube. I feel him bottom out and he slowly starts picking up the pace. Soon he is slamming his cock into my ass making my own cock start oozing precum from the anal stimulation alone. In the meantime, Paul is now shoving his cock into my willing mouth. Between my ass juice and his leaking precum, I’m in pig heaven as I’m slurping his cock clean. Suddenly, Paul gets up and again Jason quickly stops drilling my ass. I’m begging for cock back in my fuck hole. and almost immediately, feel Paul back in my ass pounding me. His enormous cock owns me as he fucks me for all I’m worth. Paul moved to the edge of the bed with his legs on the floor. He tells me to ride his cock. Just as I’m sure it can’t get any better Paul lays back on the edge of the bed and pulls me into him. Paul then has me spread my legs further apart. With Paul pulls my chest into him. I’d done this once before, but it didn’t last that long and was a bit awkward. Quickly grabbing some poppers I dropped on the bed, I take a couple big hits and Jason slowly enters my hole alongside Paul. I’m yelling for more and having these two guys in my ass, breeding me together, turns me into crazed fuck hole wanting to be seeded by both of these toxic men. I draw up a few more hits and my ass blossoms open as Jason slides all the way in. They are both fucking me, first slowly, to get a rhythm going and then with all they’ve got. I’m fucking high from this amazing sensation. Together these two guys are amazing. Unbelievably they are both hard as rocks and they keep it going for at least 10 minutes. I feel Jason gets harder still and he tenses up and he spews his poz cum load into my ass. Jason slips out causing Paul to dislodge as well. As they both pull out, my ass feels abandoned. Paul, not yet ready to cum pulls us apart, demands Jason lay back on the bed with me cleaning Jason’s cock in my mouth. Paul remounts me and continues breeding me. I again adjust to his perfect cock. My ass is now on fire with lust. My hole is contracting around the cock in me as Paul is plowing me deeper than I could imagine. Cum is frothing and dripping from my hole. I’m thrashing with excitement as Paul drills me like this for 5 minutes. I hear him start grunting and straining and he yells he is going to fill my fucking ass with his toxic load. Paul continues destroying my ass then yells as his load joins Jason’s. Paul keeps going full force to push the loads deep, just as I find my own cock erupting without touching myself. I collapse onto the bed having spasms as my whole body seems to be flooded with endorphins. I feel the frothy cum starting to leak from my ass as Paul withdraws his hard rod. Immediately Paul is eating my ass. He sucks the spoils from my ass and turns and feeds it to Jason. Jason pulls me into a kiss and shares the toxic mixture with me. By this time, Jason is hard again. I’m still catching my breath and coming down my orgasm. Paul, still stoked, demands Jason shove his cock up his ass not wanting to let that cock go to waste for a second. Jason begins pounding Paul and I hear the distinct sound of Jason’s balls slamming Paul’s ass. Jason is pounding away so I take the opportunity to start sucking Paul’s still hard dick. The two of them are fucking with such lust it causes Jason to cum again in Paul’s ass. I pull off Paul’s cock and switch over to clean Jason’s rod. I’m so turned on. I then eat Pauls hole, savoring the fresh breeding Jason just delivered. While Paul hasn’t come again, he’s begging for another round at my hole. I tell him we need a break but promise him he can have my ass again later. We all collapse on the bed and chill for a while, just savoring the toxic soup we’ve shared. After about 10 minutes of laying into each other, Jason announces he needs to go. He jumps in the shower where Paul joins him. They play a bit in the water but I interrupt for a quick hug and rinse as the three of us melt into each other with the water cascading over us. We finally emerge from the shower to dry off. Soon I’m hugging Jason goodbye, telling him how much I appreciate everything he’s done for me. He smiles at Paul and with a wicked grin, says “Yeah, I like being the guy who finally pozzed you after so many others failed”. He turns and is out the door as I hear Paul groan. I’m still full with Paul's and Jason’s poz seed in my ass. Paul and I get back in bed. Laying on our sides, he spoons me and I soon find his cock back in my ass. He’s churring the toxic stew still in me. He is using his in and out, side to side movement with his cock. There is a frothy mixture, tinged pink, around his cock as he pulls out and pushes back in. My ass is in heaven. For the next half hour PAUL alternates between slow and a forceful fucking with the energy of a trojan gladiator. He gets me back on all fours and standing at the side of the bed, pounds me until I grab my cock and cum again. He continues fucking me as my hole spasms around his cock. He explodes and once again fills my hole with his cum. He lays there with his hard cock in my ass, both of us riding the wave. Slowly he pulls out of me and I feel a void as the cock retreats from my ass and the cum mixture leaks down my legs. Paul is again feeding it to me, and as I lick his fingers as he says, “Slut you know it was me and my buds that got you there. I’m your toxic dad and those are my babies in your blood”. I may not know whose strain is responsible, but I chuckle. I am so happy both guys are in my life and that they both want me enough that they claim to be my poz daddy, my DNA infused with their toxic seeds. ...... Guys, I'm ending this story line and for the most part this is my actual journey of getting pozzed. It was an amazing ride and while I've changed the names its pretty accurate. I still get hard remembering these really hot encounters and have got off multiple times writing this up. I hope you've enjoyed as well.

Got a huge load stewing inside my fuckhole right now. My buddy came over this morning and fucked three loads into me. I'm on Grindr now trying to round up someone to come fuck and load my cummy hole again.

The First Time (Part 1) (This will be 3 total stories, spanning over months. Some will have multiple parts, and some of the tags will be explored later - it is going to be a slow burn, enjoy!) I still can’t believe I did it the first time, truth be told. I was having a particularly slow work week, and had been pent up, horny and frustrated - an dangerous combination for me. No luck on the apps on a Tuesday, so I decided to head to a local arcade. I had just started visiting glory hole booths fairly recently, and after the first time an anonymous guy shot his load down my throat, I was hooked. The way his cock pulses inside your throat, how you take in the smell of his pubes at the base of it cock, I just couldn’t get enough. My weekend indulgence crossed over and I found myself at a new, fairly seedier arcade on the outskirts of town just before Midnight. I brought my vape pen, and took a big hit before I exited the car. I was a little nervous in this part of town; all the businesses were closed and the street was eerily quiet, illuminated only by a half lit sign reading “LIBERATED WORLD - ADULT STORE AND VAPE SHOP.” Walking in I like to check out the place, browse the toys for a second while I seek out where the Arcade is - but this place was small, only 3 rows of goods, with a basic brown door in the back, labeled simply “Arcade.” I grabbed 2 fresh poppers bottles from the front while paying my 10$ entrance fee - which I would learn later, is for 8 hours. What a steal! The door buzzed open, and I took in my surroundings - on the left was the door for the theater, which I’ve honestly never tried - and to my right was a line of booths. Just standing there, the atmosphere was making me horny - the smell inside reminded me of a musk comparable to a men’s locker room. I walked around the booths to see if any action was happening, when I realized I was alone. How disappointing, but figures for a Tuesday night. I grabbed a booth anyway, one with a glory hole, and decided to hangout to see if anyone was going to come in or not. I took a big hit of poppers, browsed to 1 of 2 bareback channels, and started edging to pass the time. Thankfully, about 10 minutes later, I hear footsteps near my booth. I’m already on my knees with my mouth on the hole before he even has time to shut the door. As he browses the channels, I take another big hit of poppers before presenting my open mouth to him, as if say, “please, Daddy, feed me.” As he finds just the right channel, screams and moans start blaring from his TV; I can just see the edge of the TV through the hole: a bottom getting fucked bareback, while begging the top for his seed. I hear him unbuckle and slide his pants down, right before his head slips into my mouth. He’s fairly big, but not so big I couldn’t bottom out. I could feel his head getting harder and harder as I facefuck myself on his cock. I was insatiable, I pulled out every trick I learned while I worshiped like it was the last dick on earth. The last God on earth. I started focusing on his head, running my tongue in circles while my lips went up and down his shaft. And then I hear it - the all too familiar knock. I started jerking my cock faster at the thought of pleasuring him to completion with just my mouth. It can be discouraging starting out at arcades and having men leave their booth, being unfulfilling to him and myself just unfilled. He moans loudly over the TV, and I feel his cock throb inside my mouth, and then…. Dribble dribble. Don’t get me wrong - he came, and had an orgasm, and that alone is serving my purpose in this world. But the small amount of cum was almost nothing, a sip, a taste - and then it was gone. He thanked me as he got dressed, and apologized for the lack of cum. He had said he came earlier today, and honestly didn’t think he had it in him to even cum again. Even more frustrated, I turned back to the porn that was on, and took another big hit of poppers, anxiously awaiting a 2nd chance at a proper load. Something more satisfying. Filling. As I was about to give up waiting and just head home, I hear the arcade door open. Yes! I hear his footsteps walk around the outside, before heading back towards the entrance. Confused, I heard him walk past the entrance, and a further door opened, then shut. Oh. He went into the theater. I had been a little nervous going in for the first time - I usually enjoy having a 1 on 1 session, and worried the theater allows for more people to be inside. I had never tried exhibitionism before, but I must admit I had fantasized about trying it. Being especially horny and high on thc and poppers, I finally said fuck it, why not - and got up the courage to try something new tonight. I quickly got dressed to leave the booth, and headed towards the theater. It was another 10$ to get inside this door, but at this point, I’d have paid more. I turned the handle and walked in; inside was a small room, with 3 big screen TV’s on the wall; 2 playing hardcore gay porn, and a side wall playing straight. I glanced around the room and took in the surroundings; there was 2 couches and a side loveseat, and spotted 4 men inside - A younger guy was sprawled out on the loveseat, fully dressed with his cock pulled out. On the far left side was a mid 30s guy, with the last two older daddies with grey beards on the center couch - all with their pants at their ankles, stroking and playing with themselves. When I decided to sit down on the last seat open on the center couch, would be a decision that changed the course of my life forever.

It was my first time going to this party. While it wasn't advertised as a bareback party, I assumed some of the guys would fuck raw. Arriving at the front door, my stomach lurched with anticipation as I rang the door bell, honestly not sure if I really wanted to go through with this, however at that second the door opened and a hot boy of 6' maybe 160 pounds was standing in the doorway, his hard cock stuffed into a pair of tight undies. "Hi, there," he said as he gave me a quick kiss. I responded by groping him. I get undressed in the main room, I feel all these eyes on my 28 year old, 5' 9" 160 pound body. My cock immediately sprang to attention. Grabbing my poppers, I stepped into the main room, my 6 1/2 inch CEO leading the way. It was somewhat dark, still I could hear moans and grunts, as well as the sounds of cocks being sucked down a throat or two, but it I didn't get the impression anyone was fucking. A bit disappointed I stood in the midst of the attendees, as I stroked myself, watching the show. Directly in front of me was a big daddy who was facing a kneeling boy who was busy sucking daddy's cock. Daddy looked over, took my cock into his paw, and stroked me. Moving a bit closer to Daddy, I was not unhappy when Daddy pulled his boy off his cock and shoves his mouth down on me. The cocksucker's mouth was hot, wet and warm and man, he was an expert at deep-throating! Taking a hit of poppers, I felt Daddy come up behind me as he slid his big rigid cock against my crack. At this point the cocksucker's efforts felt real good, especially since a cock was probing my crack. Taking another big hit off my poppers, I felt Daddy's cock head rubbing my hole, trying to punch through. Daddy spat on his cock and tried again as the cocksucker reached between my legs and guided Daddy's big cock to my hole. Daddy's cockhead felt extra slick, which made me wonder of the cocksucker had added some of his spit (or precum) to make Daddy's entrance less difficult. Again I hit my poppers, and as I did so, Daddy's cock slid into my hole. Fuck, it felt so good. Reaching back, I gave his cock a feel, confirming Daddy was fucking me bare. I could knew he was deep into my body. Part of me wanted to panic and I likely made some move to slid off of Daddy, but the cocksucker wedged me into position so I couldn't extract myself. Daddy meanwhile whispered "Man, your ass feels amazing. My cock loves you," as he also encouraged me to take a few more hits of poppers. At this point I was super hard from the guy sucking me and getting really wet and loose from the cock sliding up my ass. While I was somewhat conflicted, but pleasure won out as the Daddy fucking me was really hitting my prostate and I almost came down the throat of the guy blowing me. Nevertheless I managed to hold off until I heard Daddy moan. Quite involuntarily my hole tightened which caused Daddy to again moan as he pulled my body in tight as his cock throbbed in my ass. I (and my ass) felt warm and fulfilled. This was something I had never done, I had never had a raw cock up my hole, nor had I ever actually been loaded. Immediately I recognized what I had been missing all these years. No sooner had Daddy withdrawn when the guy who had been sucking my cock took Daddy's place, sliding in without missing a beat. I remember thinking 'For a cocksucker this guy sure knows how to top', and after scarcely six strokes I felt his load join the Daddy's load. Yeah, the cocksucker had shot a huge load up my ass, so much that when he withdrew his cock was covered in slime and cum and ass juices were oozing down my thigh. Shaken a bit, and definitely high from the poppers, I slowly walked out of the room looking to grab a quick smoke, even as I noticed the atmosphere of the party was picking up. Noticing there wasn't a condom in sight, I commented as much to the houseboy. Laughing, he explained "The regular party was earlier this evening. It turned into a raw party around 11:00." It occurred to me his explanation made some sense, as earlier in the evening no one had been fucking, whereas, as best I could figure, I had been fucked by Daddy precisely at 11:00. As I thought about the houseboy's explanation when I felt fingers exploring my hole. It was the houseboy, sporting a big grin as he felt the loads up my ass. His eight incher was brushing against my thigh as he whispered "Your ass is wet and hot. Let me add my load." At this point I figured I was in for a penny, so I might as well go in for a pound, so I gestured towards the party room and moved in that direction. The houseboy's finger slid out of my hole but he made a show of licking it. My cock got even harder. As I walked in the room the mood had changed and guys were fucking and sucking like no tomorrow. Hearing a groan, I turned my head to see a guy's ass tremble as he unloaded in a hot Latin guy. I also heard the top whisper "Enjoy that dirty load," as he withdrew, stepping aside as another man took his place. All I could think was "I'm glad that isn't me." My senses were brought back to reality when I felt the houseboy come up behind me as he slid the head of his cock into my hole. Sliding back, I relished the sensation of his large balls on my ass. At that point he proceeded to ram me. His balls slapped my ass and I couldn't hold back and rammed back on his cock and tighten my hole. I guess I liked the loads squirting around and knowing I was getting this guy off. I feel his cock get harder and he groaned as he filled me up with his load. As he pulled out he said "I forgot to mention. This is also a pozzing party." With that he slapped my ass and walked out. With this realization I freaked but was harder than ever. I look over and that Latin guy was getting creamed again. Once the guy finished I walked over, scooped some of the cum from my ass, lubed my cock and rammed it in the guy. His hole was sloppy and wet. I just went for it and kept fucking. It didn't take me long and I just let loose with a huge load. I pulled out and saw my cock was covered in cum. After cleaning up my cock I went to my hole. Worried, I saw it was leaking pink cum. While freaked, I quickly accepted the reality of what I wanted, indeed what I was meant for. Three months later I tested poz. Since then I have been going to this party every weekend.

I say, all people rise up and be your highest selves. If you think shaming is an effective tactic then by all means don’t let me tell you what to do. I’m only advocating targeting the right people to shame. Collective punishment has a way of turning individual justice into a group-level beef.

TOTALLY AGREE! If guy doesn't shoot in me I feel like I let him down.

Commentator 1: Matt Gaetz can now retire to Florida, where he can open up and enjoy that 16 year old Brandy he's had locked in a cabinet for years just for a day such as this. Commentator 2: I think she spells her name "Brandi".

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I went out to a cruising spot in the woods around 2am for some anonymous sucking and fucking. I was hoping to get fucked, and I did, but then I soon realized it wasn't gonna happen again because now I was surrounded by bottoms. So, I adjusted and became a slut-loving top. This one guy milked and milked my cock, and just as I was about to burst, I whispered in his ear, "You want my toxic load?" He nodded. "Yeah?" I continued. "You want this poz daddy load in ya, boy? You wanna join the poz brotherhood, slut? Or be recharged, because - of course - a whore like you must already be poz." I said these things because that's what I want to hear when I'm the bottom slut pussy-faggot, taking loads from studly poz top men. He seemed to like it as much as me, squirming and moaning and begging. "Yes, sir, please give me everything you've got." So I did. I blasted my thick load up this stranger's hole while telling him how proud of him I am for taking any load, no questions asked. "That way, you're sure to get everything you deserve." Thing is, aside from HIV, I don't know what else I might have at the moment, since I'd just taken a couple strangers' loads myself.

Matt Gaetz went for the AG position hoping for a recess appointment. Then he dropped out after discovering a, "Recess appointment," is not the term for his next date. It was a simple misunderstanding. Sorry, I just had to share that. Jokes about Matt Gaetz never get old.😉

yep, he never showers before we chill, which is what I prefer. Hate the smell of soap...I want him to smell ripe. And I always swallow!

I love that your husband would enjoy seeing you pozzed. You could return the favor for him with your fuck flu cum hole.

Chapter 7 Monday, I headed back into the office. I figure the regular grind will be a rather boring change of pace given this last weekend of taking lots of cock, and toxic seed. The team is assigned a new audit project and it looks like it is going to take three full weeks of long days and includes a heavy weekend schedule. The boss tells us we’ll all get 5 days comped paid time off at the end as they announce any planned time off for the next few weeks is canceled. I’m kind of pissed as it is going to curtail any fun activities. Always looking for the positive I figure, damn, that basically creates a free one week vacation and I can plan some real debauchery. As the work is pretty intense, 12 hour days and time thankfully flies by. We get the second Sunday off as the client has some kind of event going on and they won’t have anyone available to speak with as a result. Great, because I can use the day to begin working on my mini-vacation to arrange some fun. I reach out to Paul, and he tells me he’s got some ideas on ways to keep working on getting me pozzed and lets me know he’ll call me in a few days. Thinking maybe I’ll go see Jason as well, I call him. Jason lets me know that he’ll actually be back in town late Thursday night for 8 days. He has to see his financial guy Friday morning and figured he’d just chill at his moms and visit the old haunts; but really doesn’t have much planned yet. Assuming Friday is going to be a late day at work, we tentatively schedule getting together Saturday. Friday finally arrives and checking my phone I see Paul has left a message. I text him letting him know I’m busy with work but that I will reach back out this evening. Shortly after lunch, I’m starting to get a sore throat. A couple hours later I develop a fever and one of my coworkers says I look like shit. The team tells me we’re almost finished anyway and order me to head home, refusing to argue about it. By the time I get home I’ve broken out in cold sweats and am freezing. I decided to take a hot shower to warm up. It doesn’t help, and by the time I get out of the shower not only am I freezing but now I’m having a hard time breathing. I stumble into bed, exhausted, aching and knowing I’ve got a high fever as well. Feeling like shit, it dawns on me, is this it? Have I finally converted and have the fuck flu? Just as I pick up the phone to call Paul and let him know what’s happening, the phone rings and I see its Jason. I groan into the phone and Jason becomes instantly concerned. I let him know what is going on. Jason then quickly says “congratulations bro; you now have joined the club.” He lets me know he’ll be over in a bit, after picking some stuff up at the store he knows I’ll need. Jason is clear, he’s got nothing on his plate and wants to be there for me. He reminds me he still has the key and tells me to get and stay in bed. I must have dozed off because the next thing I know, I open my eyes and it’s dark out. I’m drenched in sweat and see Jason sitting in a chair beside me. I try to say something but my throat hurts so bad I can barely whisper. I attempted to sit up but my muscles betray me. Jason shushes me and tells me he’s here and will be able to stay for a few days since he really didn’t have plans. I whisper my thanks to him telling him I’m a bit scared but relieved at the same time. Somehow, he sits me up and gets me to take some aspirin and some cough syrup thing to ease my sore throat. He rolls me over a couple times as he changes the sheets and puts a towel under me to try to keep thigs from getting so wet. Jason lets me know I’ve got to just rest. He says I need to be patient and let the virus take over my system. He assures me that he’ll be here and not to worry. I guess this goes on for a couple days and I’m in and out of it; not really aware of much. At some point, I fully wake up, still sore and tired but feel better than I was. I hear some banging in the kitchen and call out asking who’s there. Jason appears in the doorway and say’s good man, you are finally awake. Really groggy, I ask what he’s doing here and I ask him what time it is. Jason responds, “Dude, its around 1pm and it’s Wednesday”. Startled, I say no, its Friday. He laughs and “says sorry bud but you’ve been laid up since Friday afternoon and that’s when I got here. You finally got the fuck flu and I’ve been here being your nurse, pretty much all week. You’ve got to be famished and says he’ll be back in a few and to stay still. I try to get up as I need to pee, but can barely even sit up in the bed. Giving up I try to get my breath sitting up. Jason reappears and says, here, I’ve got some soup for you and some Gatorade, we need to get you rehydrated. I tell him I need to pee first. He tries to get me up out of the bed but I just don’t have a lot of strength and we can’t manage even 2 steps. Getting me back in bed, he says to hold on, he’s got a solution. He reappears with an empty juice bottle and says, here we can use this as a urinal. He sits me down and as I’m fumbling he helps me get my underwear down. He then grabs my dick and puts the wide mouth bottle over my penis and I begin filling the bottle. As he’s shaking my dick, he reminds me he loves piss and is going to enjoy this later. I start to get hard. He see’s I’m a bit embarrassed and confused. He then smiles and states, “well I guess the virus has almost done its thing. He warns me I am going to be horney non-stop. Let’s get you fed and then see what we can do about that.” I eat and drink what I can, and feeling tired, lay back down. I apologize for being a burden, and he quickly dismisses that notion. I tell him I really appreciate him being here and that I love him. He lays beside me and puts his arms around me, gently kissing my neck and expresses how lucky he is to help me during my conversion into a poz man. I slowly drift back to sleep. I awake some time later and find Jason in bed spooning me. I’m now naked and he has wrapped his arm around me. I fully awake feeling his hard dick on my ass crack and that he is naked too. Morning stud, he says, and then lowers his hand to grab my now lengthening dick. He whispers in my ear that, that it’s his duty to recharge me a couple times to make sure the virus fully takes. He spits in his hand, uses it to wet my hole and soon has his cock slowly piercing my ass. He slowly picks up the pace once he’s sure I’m ready and is soon hitting my prostate with his cock. I begin leaking profusely. He speeds up further, pile driving me and my ass soon clenches’ around his cock as I cum hands free. I clamp down so hard he grunts and screams; “I’m going to fill your hole with my toxic seed” and he soon blasts in my hole. Turning me over he then grabs my hand and starts licking my cum off of me. He takes my cock in his mouth to get the last cum out of my dick. He then licks my stomach and chest clean where more of my load landed. Kissing me he lets some of my now positive load into my mouth. We both swallow. Jason looks up at me, smiles, and says, how stoked he is to be the one who takes my first poz load. He pulls me back around and is spooning me again as I slowly fall back asleep. Over the next couple days, slowly my appetite and strength comes back and Jason has rewarded me with at least three more of his toxic loads. Friday morning, I’m feeling much better. He lets me know he needs to leave that evening to fly home. He gushes that he feels so honored to be the one to help me through my conversion. Jason looks at me and then with a wicked look on his face asks if I’d be up to fucking him and recharging him with what is sure to be my high viral load. I grab him, pushing him down onto the sofa. I yank his shorts off and then go down on his cock. Soon he’s face fucking me, but before he gets too worked up, I flip him over and go down on his ass. I’m eating his hole for all its worth and with the slime from my mouth, soon I have his hole opened up and slick. Pulling my own shorts off, I spit on his ass and then slowly sink my hard shaft into his hole. I begin sliding in and out, enjoying his smooth tunnel. I pull out and then start a more deliberate entry. I’m soon pounding Jason’s ass. He screams for his daddy to give him a toxic load and recharge him. Jason grabs his dick and is soon jacking off to my pounding. I scream “here it comes, take my first poz load”. As I cum, his ass contracts around my dick and he’s soon milking out the last of my seed with his ass cinched around my cock as he blasts his load. Spent, we fall to the floor in each other’s arms. Jason slowly kisses me and tells me that while I may be mostly a bottom, I now have a duty to spread my viral loads to others. He says that he wants to hear my plan for taking and giving toxic loads by Sunday. I yell as I remember Paul, “fuck, I was supposed to call Paul back last week. I hope he’s not pissed!” Jason tells me not to worry. I guess Paul called multiple times while I was out of it and Jason finally answered since he kept calling. Jason had let Paul know what was happening. Paul was so pleased and shared Paul was sure he was most likely your poz dad. Jason told him not to be so sure as he hooked up when I got home from that last fuck session. Jason, being fresh into the brotherhood probably had a very HVL. Paul laughed and as far as Paul was concerned all four of them were my poz daddies. Jason smiles and reminds me he doesn’t need to leave for another 8 hours and why don’t I invite Paul over. He’d love to meet him and maybe the three of us could find some creative ways to spend some time. I grab my phone, dial and when Paul answers he immediately congratulates me. He wants to know when he can come see me, and I state that actually Jason and I were just discussing that and wondered if he is available. With a “fuck yes”, he lets me know he can be here in 30 minutes.

The First Time (Part 3) I crawled over to the loveseat, arched my back so my hole was exposed, and started sucking his uncut cock as he took poppers hits. I could hear Jim offering encouragement, "fuck yeah boy, suck is cock," "such a good little cock sucker," I could hear before glancing over and noticing I've become the entertainment in the room, with everyone watching me suck this strangers cock. Once he was done taking hits, he put his hands on my head and started holding my head in place, forcing his uncut cock down my throat and holding it. "Good little faggot" is all I could hear in between gasps of breath he'd let me have every once in awhile. I felt so calm and unashamed, my shyness completely gone as I put my throat on display. Jim slid over closer to me, and started playing with my exposed hole I so graciously had on display. His fingers felt so good sliding in and out of me, he must've grabbed some lube as I could felt the cold wetness on my hole as he started going faster and faster. I felt like such a dirty whore, on my knees worshipping a cock while another played with my hole, and everyone sitting back, watching me, jerking off to me. The top I've been sucking started moaning, picking up his speed as he guided and face fucked my throat. He took total control, his head slamming into the back of my throat. I could feel his cock head spasm as he started shooting his cum directly down my throat. As he let go of my head, he sat back and enjoyed me subtlety using my tongue to play with his head for some post orgasm torture. I also made sure to suck any remaining cum out to ensure I had every last drop. Just as he was getting ready to get up and leave, I felt a small sharpness from Jim as he lingered my hole, before it started to burn a little bit. "Don't worry, baby, the burning will go away in a second," is all he said as he continued fingering my hole on the dirty theater floor. The top who fucked my throat got up and left, as I arched my back more and spread my hole for Jim to continue.

He is now soft and the heavy nut weights are touching my chin. I got him all in me, he is just holding my head and grinding his hips in my face a little. We stay like this for a little, I’m starting to feel him thicken back up. His dick is starting to go down my throat and stretch my lips again. He is not backing out as he gets hard, just holding my face to his crotch. He ask if I can feel him getting hard in my throat, that it feels good. That he is not going to release my head, that he plans on just hold my head in place and let his cock grow to hardness in my throat. That it’s time I have him all in me. I’m in pain, but happy. He just keeps pulling my head in and pushing his hips. He wants every inch in as he grows longer and damn so thick. I’m having trouble breathing and starting to gag. He just says, through the nose, breathe through the nose. He is talking about this pair of shorts he wants me to buy. Their rubber and the crouch has a hood attached to it. So he can wear them with my head in the hood part. That at all time, 3/4 of his cock will be in me. That will help train my throat, that he want me to be able to deepthroat him whenever he wants. He wants to turn me into a pocket pussy that he can fuck the hell out of. His is almost hard and I can’t take it, I think my jaw is going to dislocate. I try to move, just trying to back off. Trying to get a little room, he is still holding me tight. He grows and pulls all the way out. His cock is shiny and pointing str8 up. Almost fag, you almost had it all he says. But no worries, you buy those pants and we will train that mouth pussy right. He has me hit the popper again and helps me stand up. With his help, we walk into the living room. He helps me lay down on the ottoman face down. The cliffs are off and I’m told to put my hands under the ottoman. He recuffed my hands under it, I’m now stuck there. Chest to the ottoman, knees on the floor. He slaps my ass and going looks like a good dog. What do good dogs get, they get a bone to play with. He walks into my kitchen and comes back with a paper towel. He gets the poppers and douses the towel. He puts the towel in the hood and starts to zip it up. He tells me, this is where the fun again. At this point I heard the front door open. I’m thinking what the fuck, who just come into my house. The zipper goes up and I’m starting to get high. I’m ass up, cuffed in place with a hood over my head. I can hear some but can not see anything. I feel the ass zipper get pulled down and a finger touch my hole. I’m trying to ask who is in my house, but he doesn’t answer. Just sliding fingers in, little lube and I believe spit. I’m high, so high on the popper towel and damn horny. I feel the tip at my hole, he is pushing in. Got maybe the first inch and the girth is now there. He pushes again and some of that thickness finds its way in. Maybe 3 inches in and I’m feeling the pain. He said that he was not going to use lube. I glad he gave me a little and the spit. He holds there, I’m thinking he is letting me adjust to him, no. The hood zipped comes down and there is a nice thick cock there. Red Bull thick about 9 inches, I know this cock(gas worker twink) I have swallowed it many times before. I now understand where he got his information from. I open my mouth to say something and he slides it in. He does not stop till his balls hit my chin. I gag and spit up throat slime, he pulls out, stands and walks behind me. Freshman pulls out and the Twink is in me as deep as he can go. Three pumps and he is back out, with the freshman taking his place. He tells the Twink to hit the towel with poppers and rezip the hood up. As the twink is doing this, he starts to go in me again. It hurts, but the Twink got some of the spit a little deeper in me. Freshman is pushing, I’m zipped up and getting higher as he tells me about his plan. That the Twink and him have Jo and a little sucking before and wanted to tag someone. The Twink had told him that he would love watching a guy he knows take his cock. As they were talking about it and this guy that Twink said would bottom for both. They figured out I they had both fucked me before. After talking about it, things they have done to me and how I love a good dick and mult loading. They had the plan. As he is telling his is getting deeper into me

He unzips the hood and my eyes try to adjust to the light. The only thing I see is his cock hanging there, his balls hanging over the band of his jock. I’m just setting there not moving, just looking at that cock and those balls. He has a large metal ball stretcher on, it’s about 2-3 inches long. I’m it heaven, he has a few kinks also it seems. I’m just thinking about what will it feel like beating off my ass. I know that it will not be hitting of my chin, I have not ever been able to deepthroat him. He steps forward and says open. I happily do so. He grabs the top of the hood and pulls me forward. He is about half hard, so I know I will be getting him in me a little deeper till he gets totally hard. He rubs is finger around me lips and slides two fingers into my mouth. He is fucking my mouth with his fingers and is just humming. He pulls them out and just drops the tip of his dick on my lips. He say hold and don’t move, he uncaps the poppers and puts it under my nose. He closes the other nostril off and tells me to breathe in deep and hold it. We do this a few time and now I’m spinning. I have just the tip on my lips and I want to lick it and swallow as much as I can. He puts the poppers inside the hood, just by the zipper to hold them there and slowly push’s his cock in my mouth. His taste is amazing, I could get high off of just that. He grabs the hood and pulls me into him, his cock is now at the back of my throat and wanting to slide down it. He is pulling me and pushing his ass forward, trying get get as much of his dick in my throat before he is hard. I have about 6 inches in me, I feel him getting hard. He is still pushing, try to get as much as he can in. About 3/4 of an inch gets pushed in more and he holds me there. He has both hands on the back of the hood, I can move. He is getting harder and his girth is starting to hurt my jaw. He is just holding me in place, pushing a little just to see if any more will go in. He tells me, to relax and get use to it. That he does not plan to move, that he want to see if I can take more of him once he starting going soft again. That we will be doing this for some time and the more I relax, the quicker I wiill get my first meal. This going on for 20 plus mins, he hits me with poppers, lets himself go soft and push’s forward. He gets a little more in and stops again as he gets hard. He relaxes, hits me up again and push’s and pulls some more. I think I have about 7.5 inches in me and my jaw is kills me. My knees hurt and I fucking high as a kit. He finally decide that I should get my first meal, he pulls back a few inches and starts to fuck my mouth. My jaw is in pain, my eyes are teared up. I can’t see anything but his bush. The hoods zipped area keeps you from seeing anything off to the sides. You can only look str8 ahead. He is working his dick into me, hitting the back of my throat each time. Trying to punch it down my throat, but it will not go. While this is going on, he is telling me that with some more training and time, he will get my throat to submit to he cock. That one day, he will have it all in me and hard. That my throat will be as loose as my ass will be after he fucks me. He is now just pushing and pulling my head back and forth. There is a lot of throat slim running down my chin and his cock is just shinny in it. He drives in hard and holds it as hard as he can to the back of my throat. I feel him thicken a little and he groans out a dinner time fag, I’ve been hood this for the last few days. I feel the first shot hit my throat, then the next. He is cumming big time and there is no where for it to go but down my throat. He is groaning and just holding me in place as he unloads in my. He finally spots shooting and just holds me in place, then starts to push forward. Trying to see if he can more in me as he softens. He is back to push and pulling me, back to about 7 inches in me. He keeps telling me to open up more, that we will be getting any inch in or two if he has his way. 2 more inches would be all of it, I just can’t get my mouth to open that much more. He is working it into my throat, hitting me up with popper and tells me he has not decided if load 2 is going down my throat or up my pussy. That is the first time that I can remember him calling my as a pussy. It was hot hearing him say that, I didn’t like that talk but it was hot with him.

The First Time (Part 2) The older daddy glanced over at me and gave me a nod as I sat down, showing off his cock while stroking it. I am particularly fond of older men and he hit all the right marks - blue collar type, bald with a trimmed beard. He had a tank top on, with his jeans pulled down to his ankles, covering his work boots. I didn’t want to stare, so I glanced back to the main screen. My shyness slowly drained away as I started watching a kitted out leather top sliding his bare cock in and out of a bottom on his back with his legs up. I took a few quick hits of poppers before I slid my hand inside my pants, slowly stroking my cock inside my shorts. I noticed how relaxed everyone was, no one batting an eye at me, so I dared to get more comfortable and slid my shorts off around my sneakers, and placed them beside me on the couch. I pulled my jockstrap to the side, and started edging between popper hits, enjoying the atmosphere of the theater. The mid 30s guy seemed like he was controlling the movies, and went to change what was playing after the last porno ended with the bottom seeded. The younger guy left as well, and I started to wonder if I should head out soon, thinking no more action was coming. It was getting late, and I did have work on the morning. Before I got up to leave, the daddy to my left leaned over and introduced himself. “Hey, I’m Jim - nice to meet ya. Are you new here?” “Hey, I’m Josh, nice to meet you too. I have been here before, mostly just stick to the booths. But this is my first time in the theater. Kind of hot jerking off together.” “It is! You’re pretty cute too, enjoyed watching you take your hits. Hey, you’re cool, right?” he replied, reaching into his bag and pulling out a pipe and a torch. The second Daddy next to him did the same. “Oh go for it, I don’t care what you do.” I was a little taken back; I’ve never seen anyone smoke before, let alone in such a public place. I was transfixed though on watching him light it, let the white smoke form before he inhaled and let out a white cloud. The theater was small enough that after they both took a few hits, the room got a little hazey. The mid 30s guy came back, and a new film started - a bareback orgy, with 2 bottoms and 6 tops taking turns. He didn’t say anything about the smoke, so I guess they were only worried about offending the other younger guy. I took a big inhale of poppers, and as I went to set my bottle down, Jim asked if he could take a hit as well. Not wanting to be rude, I handed him the bottle instead. He took 2 big inhales before handing the bottle back with him adding, “Sorry, I shouldn’t be rude - do you want some of mine?” He reached out holding the pipe towards me, and for some reason, I made a split second decision to accept. I guess I didn’t want to be rude, either. Holding the pipe, he grabbed the torch and passed it to my other hand, before I nervously chimed in, “So.. I’ve never done it before. How do I do it?” Both Jim and the other Daddy chuckled, before offering to help. “Hold the pipe to your lips, here I’ll light the torch for you. Let the clouds fill up and when I say, go for an inhale.” He rotated the torch around the bulb, and within a few seconds, gave me a command to inhale. I hesitated for a second, then exhaled before inhaling as much as I could. I held it for a few seconds, before releasing my first cloud over my body. Wow. I immediately felt the body high, and felt a rush of horniness hit me. I started stroking again automatically, passing the pipe back to him. “Wow, that is really good stuff. Thanks for sharing.” He replied no problem at all, and gave me a wink before turning his attention back to the screen. I glanced over at his tank top, admiring his chest hair and slight belly, then down to his thick cock and balls. The dual moans of the bottoms on screen caught my fixation, both were side by side on a bed getting fucked, while two other tops laid back, filling their mouths full, up and down with each thrust. I could barely look away from the screen, and felt like I lost track of time before the click of the torch went off again. Fuck. Glancing over to Jim, I suddenly felt more turned on watching him smoke than the action on the screen. He noticed me looking intently at him as he took an inhale, and motioned me to come closer with his finger. I didn’t know what he wanted exactly, but I just reacted to his order. As I leaned in, he softly planted his lips on mine, and exhaled the smoke directly into my lungs. As soon as I realized what was happening, I I inhaled as much as I could before he pulled away. I slowly let the clouds out before he clicked the torch again, holding the pipe up to me, inviting me to take another. My brain just shut off, as I started to think less and just react. Once I placed my lips on the pipe, he again torched it for me, and let me know when to inhale. This time, I was able to double my initial hit as clouds billowed out of my mouth and nostrils. I sat back and let out a soft moan as I took in the body high. “Good boy” is all he said as we leaned back and started jerking off in tandem to the video. He reached his hand over, exploring my leg before sliding his hand under my shirt, finding my nipples and settling on giving them some light twists and pinches, which just made me moan even more. I couldn’t help myself either, and reached out to his hairy muscled thigh, before reaching down to play with his big balls as he stroked. He motioned for me to lose the shirt, and again, without thinking, happily obliged. I was down to just my sneakers and a jockstrap, in the most public showing I’ve ever done, and I just didn’t care. I was horny, and following his orders was too pleasurable to pass up. The door to the theater opened, and Jim and his friend quickly hid his pipe, until he glanced and locked eyes with our new company, and gave him a smile and a nod. He seemed like they knew each other from the short exchange. He seemed a bit older than me, in his 30s, Spanish with a mustache. He found his way to the love seat, and almost immediately dropped his pants to show off his thick, 7” uncut cock. I felt myself staring again, but the Tina was making not care so much. We locked eyes, and he gave me a motion to come over, pointing to the floor as he stretched his foreskin up and down. Finally, I thought, I can get what I came here for.

Hearing the door creak open had me panicked for a moment. Looking back, I only had a glimpse of work boots from my vantage point. My heart was pumping fast, fueled by adrenaline—I hadn’t expected this, but decided not to move. I wouldn’t be able to move quickly anyway as my joints were stiff from being on my hands and knees on the sticky floor. My heart skipped a beat as I heard the stall door open up. “Fuck,” he breathed, his voice deep and gruff, “love fucking a cum filled hole.” I heard his pants unzip while I opened my bottle of poppers, held the bottle to my nose, and inhaled for as long as I could. My head was fuzzy; he said something I didn’t hear. I felt a thick finger moving up and down my crack, no doubt gathering the cum that leaked out, and then slowly inserting it back into my used hole. I let out a moan, he let out a chuckle. I heard him spit, he removed his finger, and I felt a brief pressure on my hole before he slid in the entire way. He was maybe 5-6in long, decently girthy. Luckily I had cum lubing up my insides. I moaned as he bottomed out, his balls were big enough that I felt them against my ass, and I felt his belly resting on my lower back and ass. I moaned again, lost in the high from the poppers. He said something else, but I could only make out “…nice used hole for daddy dick. Love worthless fags like you, they never say no to my load.” I moaned deeper and longer, pushing my ass back as much as my stuff joints would allow. I didn’t like being called a worthless fag, but I was there being a cumdump taking anon loads, so he must be right. I took another hit of poppers as he started pounding. The rush of poppers overwhelmed me and I almost rested my face on the floor, were it not for my anonymous top’s hard thrusting, which pushed me forward and my face against the wall. He would pull out almost completely and slam his dick as far into me as possible. With each thrust, my dick would twitch sending precum into my jockstrap and forcing a moan out of my mouth. He would mutter under his breath while fucking me until his speed started increasing. “Fucking slut, I’m going to breed your hole,” he nearly shouted. Slamming into me, he put his entire considerable weight on my ass forcing my body on the ground. He growled and made small thrusts as he bred me, I could feel his dick pulsing within me, filling my ass with his seed. He let out a final moan, pulled out, and slapped my ass. I was in shock at being on the ground, having taken another anonymous load while my newly poz boyfriend is at home sick, and still reeling from the poppers, I barely noticed that my second anonymous top had left. I peeled myself off of the floor and gingerly readjusted my cock and balls after being crushed underneath the previous top. My chest and jock were sticky, clumps of dirt and other unknown substances adhering to me. A worthless fag indeed. Standing up in my stall, I put my shorts back on and checked my phone. The poz daddy had texted me back.

It took my anonymous top longer than I would have preferred, but I was thankful when the door opened and I saw a pair of sandals with socks walk through the door. I couldn’t tell much, but his legs seemed thin. Saw him walk directly to the first stall, open up the door, and heard him say in a low voice “That’s a good cumdump” before feeling his hands on my ass. He ran a finger along my crack, pausing at my hole. I heard him spit and felt a spindly finger slowly probing my hole before slipping in. I took a hit of poppers, trying to not get close to the ground. I heard shorts dropping to the ground as he removed his finger and him spit again, rubbing his dick before I felt pressure again on my hole. The tip wasn’t very big, and with the poppers, he slid right on in. He bottomed out quickly and let out a long moan. I couldn’t tell how big he was, but my guess would have been around 4-5in long and average girth. My thoughts were interrupted as he pulled out and slammed himself inside of me, hitting my prostate with his raw dick. I let out a surprised yelp followed by a moan. I heard a chuckle behind me and he fucked me with the speed of a jackrabbit. My dick was leaking precum into my jockstrap, my head was almost getting pushed into the wall opposite, and I lost myself moaning louder than I should have. After about two minutes, the anonymous top started whimpering “fuck…fuck…take my load faggot.” I felt his slender fingers grab underneath my hips and pull me back as he thrust as deep as he could in me. I swear I felt his dick pulsing as he shot rope after rope of cum inside me. “Stay right there until I leave, slut” he said to me. I felt him pull out quickly and heard the familiar click of a phone taking a photo. I heard a shuffling of clothes and saw the socks in sandals walk out the door. I barely had a moment to gather my thoughts when the door opened again.

I was in a video booth and found a used condom with a huge load in it I wanted to suck it out but didn't I did rub the cum on my hole while jacking off tho it was very hot

I'm into anonymous sex scenes and the same is true with porn, but I liked this nice but hot interaction between the two guys. It was uploaded sometime in September 2024. I liked the bottom guy, always smiling. [think before following links] https://barebackbastards.com/78309/fucking-amp-cum-inside-sexy-bottom/

As this is BZ, condoms don't feature 😄

Maybe you should take your own advice.

For example? ∆ Hypocrisy ∆ THAT is the epitome of hypocrisy. Smfh. Unbelievable. Ugh....The same God damn theme, election after election, decade after decade...after decade. "They're gonna take away Medicare." 59 years from its inception and "they" STILL haven't taken away Medicare. But this...THIS guy (Trump) is gonna take Medicare away.......... Riiiiiiiiiiight. COME ON! Get fuk***g real! 🙄🙄🙄🙄🙄

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."

I hear them talking but I’m too high to understand. He is about halfway in me now. He is not pushing and pulling, just a push no pulling back. I feel some wetness at my hole, so I know he or the Twink is spitting on his dick. The spit is not helping much. The zip is pulled down and I have a cock on my lips again. He starts sliding in, in no time he is balls deep in my throat again. He just holds it there, letting me gag on it. He pulls out and zips me up. Freshman pulls out and the Twink takes over. He goes tip to balls in one go, it hurts but I have taken him before. He has stamina after his first load, I have taken 4 loads in one afternoon from him about 4 hour time frame. He didn’t pull out or go soft, just wait 30 sec and start moving again. He bottoms out then pulls all the way out slow and powers all the way back in. He does this 4 maybe 5 time and pulls all the way out. Freshman slides in, one push and he is back to 5 inch inside and going for 6 or more. He is not fucking me, he is trying to split me in half. He just keeps pushing forward, there is not pull back. He gets an inch or so more into me and the zipper is coming back down. Down my throat it goes and he starts to fuck my throat this time, he is telling freshman what I good job he did breaking in my throat. This is the easiest he has ever gotten this deep in my throat. That he is going to have to start using it 3 or 4 times a week. That’s almost as good as my ass, but that option will be out the window for a few weeks after they get done with it. Freshman tells him its a pussy now but soon to be a cunt. This goes on for 5-10 mins, them talking about my holes. How my throat is just about right but my ass still got some work to do. Something about them having to DP after today. That I will be to loose to just fuck it. Twink has been working my throat good, it’s sore and I will have trouble talking after this. He says he is close to busting his first, where should he deposit it, feed the fag or the pussy. Freshman is still just pushing forward at this point. Freshman says on his dick, use it as lube for the last two inches. Tells him to popper me up again and put his underwear in my mouth before he zips it up.. that I’m going to take the last two inches in one move. He puts the underwear in my mouth and pours the poppers onto it. He smiles at he as he is pulling up the zipper. He leans down and tells me, how happy he is to watch freshman fuck me with his cum in a min. Because that cock wasn’t going in him. I’m high and in total darkness again. I hear Twink say he is cumming, I think, then I feel the wetness on my ass. Freshman pulls out a little, to get some of the cum on his cock I think. There’s maybe a 30 sec hood and he slams into me. I’m screaming into the underwear and hood, sucking in the popper smell. God it hurts, I’m feeling metal on my ball from the ball stretcher he is wearing. He is in me, all of him I think. Nope, He grabs my hips, pushes forward to get that last bit in. He holds for 30 seconds, pulls back just as slow going in. I feel the girth pulling my insides out I think. He gets to just the tip being in, it’s a lot smaller the his cock. When I feel the head back at my hole i just wait. I know he is going to power fuck me. Long dick me till I past out or he breaks me. He grabs me by the shoulders drives deep into me. I feel the metal again, the pain from the force and girth. He slides out slow and get to the tip, he is back in with one push. He has me so open, as he doing this 12 more times, slow then all of him. On number 12 he holds it deep in me. The zipper is pulled down and the underwear is pulled out of my mouth. He tell me he is going to fuck me quick and cum fast. That when he loads me up, it will be the twinks turn. That I’m not going to go long with a cock in me. Underwear is back in and the zipper goes up. Then the fucking begins, four or five inches out and in. He is trying to drive it as deep as he can. I can’t move at all, I’m just a hole for him. His hips are hitting me hard, it’s just a power fuck. This going on for 5 maybe 10 mins, he grabs my head and pulls it up some. Puts his mouth beside my ear, says I want u to hear this. His hips are just slamming into my and he says. You ready to earn my cum, to soak it up and know ur place. You ready to receive what I’m going to give you now and a few time more today. Shake your head if you want this. I shake it and my face is back in the ottoman as he powered into me one last time. I can feel him get a little thicker and he is yelling take my load, I’m cumming in you., take my cum. He pulls out and the Twink slides in, this maybe the easiest he has done this to me. Zero to all of him in under a sec. He is in and out a few times and just holds it. The zipped is pulled down a little, the underwear is left in. Twink tells he I’m loose, so fucking loose. That he must of dropped a massive load in me, that each pull out more cum is coming out. Twink doing a few more thrusts and pulls out. He says those so much cum, but not to worry. He will get it back into me. Freshman tells him to take his time. His dick is hanging in front of me. He pulls the underwear out and slides in. Tells Twink that he is going to keep his dick in the warmer till it’s his turn again. He says, IT needs some more training

12:40 and I got 7 loads in me from this morning, latest load we're like 15 min ago and my partner is looking for more to load me up

Part 11: Dominic Wants Will (A prequel from Dominic's perspective) I slammed my dick hard into his ass, relishing the sound of his moans and gasps. “Fuck, dude,” the sweaty man beneath me cried, hands nearly white as they clung to his legs, revealing a bleeding asshole. “It’s like you’re shoving a baseball bat inside me.” “It’s the same as the first time I fucked you,” I said, slamming back inside. “That’s why you’re bleeding just as much now as then.” He laughed as he tried to breathe. I slammed again, going further this time. His shaking hands lost hold of his legs which fell onto my shoulders. His hands reached up and grabbed for my chest, fingers running through my chest hair. I looked down and caught sight of gleaming gold. I loved it when they still wore their wedding rings while being fucked by someone else. A thought crossed my mind, something a bit dirty. I grabbed his left hand and slipped his ring off, making sure he saw what I was doing even as stars flashed before his eyes. “You know what I think of this?” I asked him, showing him the ring. I reached behind me and stuck it between my ass cheeks, the ring lost in ass hair and sweat. “For safe keeping.” “Safe?” the man laughed again, his hands running down my body and stopping on the tattoo on my pelvis. “There’s nothing safe about you. You’ve ruined my marriage.” I looked down at the biohazard tattoo beneath his fingers and then over to my arm on which there were tally marks tattooed. A freshly done 49th tally had been done only just that morning. Jackson, the man I was fucking, had called me a week and a half before, letting me know that he had come down with the flu. He and I both knew it was more than that. Jackson was a married man from a few states over, routinely flying here for business. I had found him on an app where he listed himself as a hungry cheating hole needing a big dick and a big load. When we had met and I stripped of my clothes, he saw my tattoo and took a step back. “Guess you know what that means.” I said. “I don’t just got a big load. I’ve got a life changing load. If you want it, it’s all yours.” Jackson’s eyes lifted from the tattoo and met mine, a smile filling his face. “Fuck up my life, you dirty fucker.” Now, as I unloaded more of my toxic cum into his insides, I thought about what he was going to tell his wife the next time she wanted to fuck. Will he infect her? Will he leave? Did I care? Honestly, a bit. Yes, I enjoyed plowing his ass, ruining his hole, and dumping my poz seed into his bleeding body. He had jumped at the chance. Still, a part of me cared about what was going to happen to him. I wanted him to enjoy himself. He was now free. He could fuck whomever he wanted. I had given him a gift. He should thank me. I felt the ring still between my ass cheeks and wondered if he’d notice flying back home without it. I like souvenirs. That, or I could sell it and get some cash. Either way. Jackson left, with his ring, both smelling of my sweat. He walked funny, his insides still rearranged from my dick’s intrusion. I loved watching men walk away, trying to gain composure, their bodies adjusting to the raw fucking they had just endured. Sometimes, it felt amazing knowing that they couldn’t walk at all, their entire bodies shut down as they contemplated what I had just done to them. In more ways than one, I impacted their bodies. I told Jackson to call the next time he was in town. I wanted to give him his first tattoo, preferably a biohazard symbol on his ass or lower back. The man was a bottom slut. Once his wife left him, I knew he wouldn’t go around using his dick to fuck anyone. It was all about his hole now. I had that effect on men. I showed them how much of a bottom they truly were. I also showed them how deeply they craved cock. Once you’ve been fucked by me, there’s no going back to pussy. Give me any man, and I’m sure I can change him. Not that I sought out men to do this to. Why spend so much time chasing down someone just to see if I can get them into bed? If they wanted my big dick unloading my precious load in their asses, they’d come after me. *** “Start wearing condoms yet?” Doctor Wade asked. I sat naked on the examination table in my doctor’s office. This man wasn’t just my doctor. He was also a neg hole I had pozzed. He had sought me out, and I was only more than willing to make him a tally on my arm. He was a hot fuck, huge muscles, beautiful face. Plus, it was good to have a doctor on the same “team” as me. “Never,” I told him. “Good boy.” I smiled. “Looking for more marks?” he asked as if he could read my mind. He pointed down at my tattoos. “Which one am I again?” I pointed his tally out. “I see 49 is new. Who was the guy?” “A married guy,” I told him. “I fuck him when he’s on routine business trips.” “Did he know?” I smiled. “He practically jumped on my dick, he wanted it so bad.” Doctor Wade moaned, his hand reaching down to his own crotch were his dick was tenting his pants. “Fuck. How do you always find guys like this?” “I’m a bit of a magnet for hot guys,” I told him. “Not just hot guys,” he said. “You’ve got a talent for the [banned word]. If there’s a guy out there who could end up on a [banned word] site or fetish board, you somehow find him. I’m surprised you haven’t fucked your own dad.” “I wouldn’t touch that asshole,” I told him. I hated my dad. I had my reasons. My brother and I escaped that man as soon as we could have when we were eighteen. It wasn’t too long after that that my brother, Roco, and I were first introduced to gay sex. He and I never fucked since we were both tops. Sure, we spit roasted a few guys, but that was it. I’m not as [banned word] as he thinks, I thought, watching as Doctor Wade continued rubbing his dick. “When’s your next appointment?” I asked. Doctor Wade smiled, undoing his pants. “We’ve got time.” I hoped off the table. “Then get on.” *** I was pouring sweat, dropping the fifty pound weights. It had been a few hours since I started my work out. It was easy to lose track of time when you’re surrounded by sweaty men, their musk filling the air. Bottle that up, and you could make a killing. “Pushing hard?” Neil asked. Neil was the general manager of the gym. He was gay, but he only used condoms, meaning we had no chance of fucking. He was a handsome man who often had the female gym-goers tripping over themselves. They did the same with me, clearly unaware that they were barking up the wrong trees on every count. “Got to keep looking good,” I said. “Well, the work is paying off,” he said. He turned, waving his hand at someone across the gym. “Great job, Will. You killed it.” “Thanks, Neil,” a voice shouted back. I turned and spotted the man Neil had called to. He was young, late twenties if I had to guess. He had brown hair, stubble, and an athletic build without being overly muscled. His shirt was covered in sweat, his bare arms glistening under the gym lights. If you wanted to picture the perfect “boy next door,” he was it. I was probably double this man’s age, or close to it give or take five years, something which got me hard immediately. I liked younger guys, playing into my ability to be both the dominant and the daddy. “Who was that?” I asked. “That was…” Neil eyed me, a smirk turning his face. “Oh, no. Not happening.” “What?” “What do you mean ‘what?’ You’ve got your scouting goggles on.” “I just asked who he is.” “And why do you want to know?” I tried to think of an excuse other than the truth he had already guessed. The only head working was the one pushing to escape my jockstrap. “So what if I think he’s hot?” “Every gay man in this gym has clocked him already,” Neil said, “and I’ve shot down every hope and dream.” “Why?” I asked. “You want him for yourself?” “Absolutely,” Neil said. “I’d have him fuck me against a cactus. That’s not the problem.” “Married?” Neil shook his head. “Pastor.” “What?” I asked. “Pastor? As in, like, a church?” “As in wedged up high into God’s ass, there’s no room for anyone else.” I tried to catch a glimpse of the man as he walked out the front door. “What church?” “The Church of Never Gonna Happen,” Neil said. “Drop it.” He walked away, leaving me to stare. *** “Fuck,” Tom groaned as I unloaded in his ass. I fell forward, my chest pressed against his back, counting on his arms and legs to keep us from collapsing on the bed. It had been Tom’s idea to fuck doggy style since he liked it when I reached forward and grabbed his neck from behind. I kissed the back of his neck where my handprints were still red, his tattoo of a scorpion standing out even still. Tom was a usual gym fuck. We’d work out, go to either his place or mine, and spend a few hours fucking. His boyfriend didn’t mind. Tom pozzed him, continuing my line. In fact, sometimes we’d have a three-way in which we’d all be exhausted for hours after. Their neighbors always complained, especially when the walls shook, knocking pictures down. “Whatever you’re doing for your ass at the gym is really working,” I told him, slapping his right cheek and leaving another red handprint. I pulled out, a small trickle of cum leaking out. “Glad you noticed,” he said. Tom climbed off the bed, grabbing a buttplug he had brought with him, securing my cum inside his ass. He checked the time. “Got to get home. I think Robby will want to add to your load before we go out for drinks. You should join us.” “Maybe some other time,” I said. I watched as he got dressed, running my thumb over the tally which had marked his conversion. “Hey,” I started, trying to sound casual, “I was just wondering, I was working out the other day, and I started talking to someone—” “Stop right there,” Tom said. “Neil already told me about your obsession.” “What?” I asked. “What obsession?” “Dom, Pastor Ryder is off limits.” “Pastor Ryder?” I said. “Is that his name?” Tom stared at me, frozen. “Fuck.” “That’s what I’m hoping for,” I said, more to myself than Tom. *** I walked into the locker room, Pastor Ryder in my sights. Weeks had gone by since I first saw him, and every day since I kept my eyes open for any sign of what was my “forbidden fruit.” I watched as he went to his locker, hoping to see him strip. I had imagined what his body looked like. Still so young, so malleable, his body would be pristine. I’d seen him wearing gym shirts that showed off hairy pits and chest hair sneaking out of his collar. How hairy would he be? I’d also seen him lean down to pick up weights, his lower back revealing a dusting of hair trailing down. Hairy ass? I loved it when a guy’s hairy ass wraps around my dick. Also, being a tattoo artist, I wanted to see if he had any ink. More than anything, I wanted to see what he had swinging between his legs. He took out a bag from his locker and closed the door, turning to leave. He passed me without a look, the smell of his sweat hitting my nose, and I wanted to cum. “Nice try,” Tom said, appearing at my side. “He doesn’t shower here.” “So, no one knows what he’s got?” “An unsolved mystery,” Tom said, pulling off his own shorts, revealing his own erect member. He winked at me, walking toward the showers. I went home, exhausted, unable to get Pastor Ryder out of my head. I wanted him. I wanted him beneath me, under my power, his ass filled with my toxic cum. I wanted him begging for me to poz him. I wanted to dominate him in every sense. I wanted to fuck him so hard, he’d forget everyone except me. Then, maybe, I’d forget him. Every fuck I had had since I saw him ended with my imagination turning whoever I was inside into the man I couldn’t have. Maybe I was drawn to the [banned word]. Maybe I wanted what I knew I couldn’t have. Maybe I knew all I had was the chase. I took out my phone and looked up his name, finding the church he worked at. I found his picture in their directory and stared at his beautiful face, taken by his smile, by his eyes. I fished out my dick and started jerking off, eyes glued to this man I wanted desperately. In almost record time, I shot into the air, cum raining down, a glob hitting the screen, covering his face. “If only,” I said, admiring the sight before me. I brought the screen to my face and licked the cum off. I had to see him. *** I felt nervous walking toward the building. I hadn’t been in a church in years, for obvious reasons. I wanted to get his attention, but I didn’t know how to do it other than walking in wearing nothing but a smile. That wouldn’t work. Instead, I wore a black shirt that showed off my hairy arms and tattoos. My jeans were fitting, showing off my ass and bulge. I looked good, and in any other setting, I would have men following after me, ready to open their asses. Instead, I was walking into a church where I knew I would be getting looks of judgement. I didn’t care about them. I cared only about one person. I just had to find him. It was as if God was bringing us together. There he was, standing in the entrance. I had expected I would have had to search him out, but there he stood, shaking hands. God, he was beautiful. Just seeing him brought out my dominate side even more than before. I felt as if I was getting bigger, muscles swelling, height increasing. My testosterone surged. Animalistic desires spread through my body. I had to have him. I pushed past people, eyes focused on him. I reached out and grabbed his hand, pulling his body against mine, holding him close. He looked up into my eyes, a sexy smile turning his lips. “About time you made a move,” he said. “You haven’t seen anything yet,” I said, kissing him, my hand moving over his body, his groin bulging next to my own. I could smell him, his intoxicating scent. Everyone disappeared around us. We weren’t in the church. We were in my bedroom. He stepped away from me, his body naked, hairy, gleaming with sweat, his gorgeous cock sticking straight out at me. I had never seen anything more beautiful. “Hello,” Pastor Ryder said, hand outstretched. I snapped back to reality, standing in front of him, suddenly overly warm. I half expected to find us standing there naked, or, at the very least, myself naked and sporting a raging boner. Luckily, I was clothed, my tight jeans hiding the erection striving to burst out of my pants. I could feel precum starting to pool around my dick, sticking to my leg. “I’m Pastor Ryder,” he said, seemingly unaware of the pressure he was creating in my pants. “I don’t think I’ve seen you here before.” “First time,” I said, regaining my awareness. I took his hand and shook it, relishing the feeling of his warm skin. His smile grew. “I’ve driven past here for years. Decided to step inside for a change.” “I’m glad that you did.” I looked him over, noticing a sudden movement in his crotch. I smiled. Clearly, he wasn’t as off limits as everyone thought. I couldn’t be sure, but something in the way he looked at me seemed to reveal a spark. Was he aware of it too? We talked a bit more before I walked off, turning back once to catch his eye. He ran off after that, looking flustered. Perhaps he wasn’t aware, I realized. I’d encountered men before who suppressed their attraction to men, unable to admit to themselves their deepest desire. I was always able to uncover that desire, regardless of how “deep” it was. Something told me that Pastor Ryder was different. I didn’t think he even knew it about himself. Or, he was only just discovering it. Looks like we’re meeting at the perfect time, I thought. *** I had an erection all day Friday. I had emailed, asking for a meeting. He had accepted. I was both surprised and unsurprised. The thought of seeing him again was like the strongest dose of Viagra imaginable. I did my best to ignore it as I worked, hoping my clients didn’t notice the wet spot on my crotch. I arrived at his office wearing a shirt from my business, liking the way it fit around my chest and arms. I knocked on his door. “Pastor Ryder?” I said, sticking my head in. “Dominic Moore,” he said, standing up and taking my hand. “Good to see you again.” “You too,” I said. “Please, just call me Dom. Everyone does.” If that wasn’t a hint, I didn’t know what was. “Alright, Dom. Call me Will.” “Will do, Will,” I said, smiling what I was sure was a stupid grin. What a dumb joke. Why was I acting like such an idiot? I took a seat, noticing his eyes glued to my shirt, the design drawing his eyes to my chest. It was working. “I’ve heard of that place,” he said. “I’ve never gone. I think a neighbor of mine goes there.” “I own the place,” I told him. “You’re a tattoo artist?” “Nearly twenty years now,” I said, the number sounding weighty. “Which I’m guessing isn’t too far off from your age.” He smiled. “Twenty-nine.” “Still young,” I told him. He was perfect. Not too young, acting like a spoiled child, treating me like a sugar daddy, but not too old to threaten dominance. It was meant to be. He asked me about myself. I answered, casting the questions back on him. He was single, interested in my own status. Not the one you should be asking about, I thought. He seemed nervous. As the discussion started involving God, I did my best to distract him. I did too good of a job as he noticed my tattoos. “Are you a Scorpio?” I looked down at my arm. “I am, funny enough.” “That date though, isn’t that in May. May birthdays aren’t Scorpios.” “No,” I said, thinking back to that night, the night I had been pozzed, my brother next to me. I could still hear the panting breath and smell the sweat of our bodies. A man’s conversion is a special time. It’s meant to be taken seriously. I looked at Pastor Ryder, imagining what his night would be like should it be with me. “That date is for something else.” “Are those tally marks?” I looked over to my other arm. “They are.” “What are they for?” “That’s a bit complicated to explain,” I told him. “Maybe someday I’ll tell you.” “How many are there?” “Almost fifty,” I said, eyes focused on his quizzical examination of my body. I loved knowing that he was looking me over, taking in every part of myself. Clearly he was curious, just as I wanted him to be. “One away, actually.” “Maybe you’ll get fifty soon,” he said. I smiled, imaging myself taking him right there in his office, revealing to him the tattoos only those I turned were privileged to see. “Yeah, I think I will,” I said. One way or another, I decided as I sat in this man’s office, I was going to see this through. I wouldn’t stop until I entered his body, taking him as mine, and turning his whole life in another direction. He probably expected to get married, to have kids, to live a normal life. He deserved more than that. He deserved freedom, the type only I could give him. In that moment, I knew he was the one. He wasn’t just number 50. He was going to be more than that. I was going to be more to him than he could ever imagine. His life would never be the same after me. I’d make sure of it. ________________________________________________________________________________________________ Not a ton of sex, but I hope you found it enjoyable. The story from Will's perspective will continue in the next chapter.

Now that I think about it, it’s curious that there wasn’t even any negotiation my first time. He just cruised me, took me home, and Topped me. There wasn’t any discussion about it; he didn’t ask what I wanted, and it didn’t occur to me to do anything other than take him. I guess he must have perceived something about me that I didn’t know myself. I hear that some Tops can tell that certain men are meant for cunting just by looking at them - I don’t know how true that really is (I wish it were, it would simplify life so much more) but on that first fuck, he got me exactly right.

A day passed, and I had already jerked off and came to the video three times. My ass was still sore and a little stretched out, as I had the buttplug in my ass holding in the stranger's cum for most of the previous day. Although I had already came several times, I was still horny. I started searching for porn online, with men tatted like the stranger who had filled me with cum the day before. I had just stumbled upon a video of a older man with a biohazard tattoo, and I was immediately reminded of the hot stranger. I searched for biohazard tattoos, and I was stunned. He was poz, and I had made sure that he came in me. I had poked holes in the condom, and I let him fill me with his toxic jizz. For as shocked as I was, I had a raging boner. I was turned on that he had bred me, and more than likely pozzed me, and that I had it all on camera. I watched the recording again and blew another load all over myself. Fast forwarding a week, I had sneaked into Chad's email and found the stranger's email address. I had contacted him and we hooked up three times that week, each time he filled my ass with his toxic cum. Meanwhile, I had been devising a way to poz Chad without him knowing and thus making him think that he pozzed me, and I finally had a plan. "I'm not so sure about this." Chad said meekly. "I've never been to a place like that before." "Neither have I," I lied, "But it will be fun!" We were talking, of course, about going to a bathhouse in town. I knew it would make Chad nervous, which was key, as Chad then takes Zoloft. "Ok, ok, you convinced me." Chad replied with a smirk. "I'll just be right back a moment." He went to the bathroom and I heard some shuffling of pills. Knowing him, he would take twice the amount he normally does. Everything is going according to plan. We left our place and headed to the bathhouse, a modest looking place from the outside, but a den of decadence and exhilaration on the inside. We got inside after paying for a private room, with me half-carrying Chad. He was stumbling a little, no doubt losing his coordination after taking a little too much zoloft. I smiled as we got to the room and he started undressing. He looked a little drunk as he swayed back and forth. He's shorter than myself, standing at 5'11", with brown eyes and short brown hair. He's skinny, about 150 pounds and a little bit of muscle. He has always been a total top, and was very proud of his 8 inch uncut cock, but I knew he would be bottoming today. "Mman, this ish going to be sho much fun." Chad slurred as he swayed sideways into a wall, his cock half erect and swinging as he fell. I smiled and began getting undressed, knowing that he won't remember any of this. We left the room, Chad learning on me, one hand on is own semihard dick, and the other on my 6.5 in hard cock. My arm was wrapped around him as we walked down a hallways to a room with a mattress, a couch, and a few tv's in the walls with porn on them. The mattress was stained with the bodily fluids of countless men, as was the couch. There was a heavy set man on the couch watching the porn and jerking his dick. His cock seemed to be around 5 inches, and not very thick. He wasn't too attractive, with a face only a mother could love. My cock twitched as I saw him, and he grinned as we came into the room. I set Chad down on the mattress, and he giggled for some reason. "Your friend alright there?" Said a voice from behind me, and I felt a greasy hand cup my ass. "Yeah, he just took too much medicine." I replied. I turned around, and could smell his breath, like a mixture of ass, eggs, and fish. I got on my knees to avoid kissing him and started sucking his cock. I got his cock nice and lubricated and then said "I want you to fuck my boyfriend." "You sure? He passed out." Replied the man. I looked back. Sure enough, he was out like a light. "Yeah, he loves taking loads. He would be angry if I didn't get you to cum in him." The man kneeled down and grabbed Chad's ass and put it in the air. He looked pitiful, face down and passed out. I was rock hard. The man slid his thin cock into Chad's ass. "Shit, he's tight for being unconscious." He said. It didn't stop him from fucking Chad's ass though. He wasted no time getting to full speed, his stomach resting on Chad's ass as his thrusted his dick into my boyfriend. I knew Chad would never want to have sex with a man like this, and I loved watching it. "Fuck man, I'm going to cum." The large man moaned. "Cum in him, cum in my boyfriend's ass." I said as I was jerking my cock. That sent him over the edge. He moaned and pushed himself as far as he could go into Chad's ass. I looked around and saw a young black man watching. He was maybe 25 years old, but he had a 6 inch cock and average girth. I gestured for him to come over as the large man left. "I can fuck him? You want me to use a condom?" The black kid asked. "Nah, he's ok with it. He wants you to fill him up to." I replied. He smiled, "No problem, I haven't cum in a few days." He spat on his cock and slowly penetrated Chad's hole. He must still be a little tight, I thought to myself. The kid started fucking and I looked around. There wasn't anybody in the room. I got up, my dick leaking precum from watching Chad's ass get bred for the first time, and started exploring, looking for the next cock to cum in Chad. I walked around the bathhouse, looking specifically for somebody with a biohazard tattoo. About 10 minutes passed, and I hadn't found one. Disappointed, I sat down in a hot tub with a couple making out. They were hot, mid thirties and shaved heads with black stubble across their pale faces. The taller of the two had a hairy chest, the other looked like he may be hairless. They pulled away from each other as I got in to look at me. Curiously, the taller asked "You look down kid, ain't no reason for that here." He spoke with a deep voice and a southern drawl, which amplified his sexiness. "My friend was hoping to take a load from a poz guy here, but I haven't found one." I responded. They looked at each other and smiled. The smaller one chimed in "We are both poz. Just found out a few days ago. We'll be happy to help you out." I smiled and we all got up. I finally saw their dicks, both hard and massive. The tall one was 8 inches long, thick, cut, and veiny, with a small bush of pubes and lowhanging balls. The smaller one had a 7 inch cock, also cut but not as thick, with a tight ball sack and stubble for pubes. Excitedly, I took them to fuck my boyfriend. When we got to Chad, he was still asleep, with three men around him. The two men standing were peeing clear streams of piss on Chad's unconscious body. From the looks of it, it wasn't the first time as the mattress was pretty soaked already. The other man had his fist and wrist up Chad's ass. He removed it as the three of us walked in. "This guy's takin' loads apparently." He said in a gruff voice. "We just came in him if you three want a turn." The tall poz man smiled and stepped forward. He spit on his dick and jammed his dick hard in Chad's ass. When he pulled out, there was a little blood. "Perfect," he moaned, "We'll charge him up for ya." He started making long thrusts deep into Chad's cum-filled ass. I felt a finger probing my hole, which was shortly followed by a hard dick. I winced in pain and moaned, as I was forced down onto the wet mattress, urine filling my nose as the cock forced it way deep inside my unlubricated ass. I turned around and saw the shorter poz man fucking my hole. "Don't worry," he said, "After I cum in your ass, I'll have another load to charge up your buddy." He was an excellent fucker, he varied the speed of his strokes, thrusting deep in my ass every time. I heard a moan come from the taller poz man, and I heard him fucking Chad faster and faster. "Fuck yeah! Take my poz load!" He moan as he fucked Chad's knocked out ass faster. He moaned again and slowed down, and eventually pulling out. He got up and moved towards my face, lifting up my head to his cock. "Clean it." He said, and I obeyed. I put his softening cock in my mouth and tasted cum, lube, and a hint of iron. He started getting hard again. The poz man fucking me started to moan and his dick started spasming inside me. I could almost feel the ropes of hot poz jizz shoot out of his cock and into my ass. He got up, his cock still hard, and started fucking Chad's ass. "Damn," I said after pulling the tall man's dick from my mouth. "Can he really cum again?" "Yeah, and so can I." He got up and shoved his dick in my ass at full force. I cringed as his dick pierced my asshole. He was definitely thicker than his partner. I lost track of time as I was getting pounded, my head pushed down against the piss-soaked mattress. The man fucking me came first and furiously. He slapped my ass and moaned as he filled my hole with his toxic load. He pulled out and quickly turned me around, forcing his long cock down my throat. My eyes watered and I heard his partner moan as he came in Chad's ass. The poz cock was pulled out of my mouth, but a second later his partner's cock replaced his in my mouth. I then cleaned his poz cock off in my mouth. A few hours later, Chad and I were back at home. To make sure that the cum didn't drip out of his stretched ass, I put my butt plug in his ass. I had showered him off and cleaned him up before he regained consciousness. He woke up on the couch and moaned painfully. "Shit...I feel like I was hit by a truck, and then fucked by it." he said slowly. "Damn, you went crazy, Chad." I lied. I then proceeded to tell Chad that he started sucking every dick he saw and telling everybody that he was taking loads. He believed it, and apologized that he acted that way. I smiled and accepted his apology, but I was smiling because I knew that Chad was definitely pozzed after that amazing trip.