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Why I didn’t get married. I was a high school nerd. If my nose wasn’t buried in books I was practicing in the band room. I even played the nerdiest instrument, bassoon. In public school sex ed the pictures were so bizarre to me that I thought women got pregnant by their nipples touching men’s nipples. I was so amazed to learn the real deal in high school sex ed that I got 100%. I remained a nerd through university rarely leaving my study carrel in the library. It was beyond amazing that I became engaged during my third year. We were both nerds. Although we engaged in heavy petting until I came, we had never ‘done the deed.’ I went to Tip Top Tailer’s to buy my wedding suite. No rental for me. She was making her simple gown from scratch. The sales attendant was a handsome, tall, slim Italian. His Mediterranean tanned olive skin looked amazing against the white starched collar of his dress shirt, and I have always loved paisley neck ties. His dress slacks were cut to emphasize his gorgeous bubble butt. He had a winning smile and chatted casually with me for a few minutes to learn what I was there for and my thoughts about my image of the perfect wedding suite. He was in no rush as we were the only two in the store. Then he said, “I’m Leo, we went to high school together.” I couldn’t place him, but he continued to smile so I guessed I hadn’t offended him. Together we picked out a smart navy-blue double-breasted suit jacket with matching dress slacks, white shirt and a red, white and blue angle stripped tie. He assured me the jacket fit perfectly right off the rack; but, the slacks would need taking in to fit correctly on my very slim frame. He’d also need to measure leg length for a cuffed finish. I was shown into the changing booth and instructed to put on the trousers and shirt. When I was ready, I stepped from behind the curtain. Leo had removed his necktie and undone the top three buttons of his shirt. I now had a great view of his smooth muscular chest and one of his dark perky nipples. He stood behind me and almost hugged me as he measured the circumference of my waist. I began to worry when he measured my hips that he would notice I was chubbing up. By the time he crouched in front of me to measure my inseam I was at full mast. I’m a grower which gets to a sizable appendage and even contained in my underwear was quite visible from his vantage point. Looking from my crotch up to my face he proclaimed; “Well your lucky woman must enjoy riding that.” My nerd self blurted; “Oh no, we’ve never had sex … I ,,, I ,,, I’ve never had sex.” “I knew you were a book worm; I didn’t realize you were so old fashioned.” Leo laughed. I must have been beat red with embracement. I was flailing myself; ‘Why did I tell him that?’ Next thing I knew he was standing in front of me unbuttoning the rest of his shirt and pulling the shirttails out of his slacks. He then started to unbutton the shirt I was trying on. “What are you doing?” I cried. “My shirt has been tailored to fit better.” Leo said. “You are about my size and shape. I’m letting you try it on to see if you want your wedding shirt fitted.” He stepped behind me, helped me the rest of the way out of my shirt before helping me into his. Huggin me from behind he fastened the buttons, loosened my pants, and tucked in the shirt tails. He made it seem like an accident, but his fingers brushed over my erection. No guy had ever touch me like that before, I was afraid I’d cream instantly. His face was now so close to my ear I could feel the warmth of his breath. “Mmmm, you smell great. Your Colone suits you.” He was almost whispering. “Um … um … no Colone … must be my …‘Timberwolf’ deodorant.” I stammered. “Nice!” he nibbled my ear lobe. He must have only then remembered where we were, pulling me into the changing stall being, sure to close the curtain. Still hugging me from behind fingers from his hand stroked through my chest hair. “How do you like the fit?” His voice couldn’t have been more seductive. “The fit?” I stuttered. “Oh, yea, the shirt. It feels amazing.” “So do you.” He continued to play with my chest hair as his other hand returned to unbuttoning the shirt and pulling out the shirttails. I was soon shirtless with his bare torso pressed against my skin. I couldn’t remember a time I had felt so good and so safe. I looked down to see his masculine arms wrapped around my hairy slim belly. I felt as if I was melting into his skin. Then one of his hands started opening my pants, lowering my fly. “What are you doing?” I once again cried. “Getting you out of these clothes so I can suck your cock. You ever have your cock sucked before?” His seductive voice pressed against my ear, “Um … awe … no …. never.” He was now crouched in front of me. I involuntarily stepped out of the pants as he removed them. As he started to lower my underwear my swollen uncut boner popped free and hit him under the chin. “Fuckin A!” Leo crooned. “Ready for your first?” “No?” my voice weak and hesitant. “Your ‘no’ isn’t very convincing.” He had me. “Yes?” even more hesitant. “Let me make the decision for you.” His tongue licked the precum from my piss slit. Hearing no protest from me his lips started pushing back my foreskin. He began to suck on my exposed mushroom head. My hands involuntarily moved to the back of his head. He freed his mouth and said, “I’ll take that as permission.” I could no longer tell if he was starting to devour my engorged cock or if I was pushing deeper and deeper into his skull. The warmth and wetness of his mouth and throat were intoxicating. When my hairy balls hit his chin, my orgasm exploded. Blast after blast stared shooting beyond his tonsils as if directly into his stomach. Clearly his swallow response couldn’t keep up and he began to sputter and spit as he chocked. I was like a deer caught in headlights. I froze and tensed holding his skull impaled on my ridged tool which continued to spasm. When he could take no more, he forcefully pushed my whole body away from him freeing his windpipe. When he realized hot cum was still shooting from my cock his lips encased my cock head, and the remainder of my load filled his mouth. I was finally fully spent and way too sensitive to accept his suctioning lips any longer. I pushed his head away and only then realized what I had done. “Fuck, I’m so sorry. I couldn’t help myself!” I cried. He could only respond by smiling with his whole face and happy saucer eyes gurgling “Aw love iiitt!” Point at me he continued to gurgle. “Yaw tuurnn!” “No way man. I don’t suck cock!” I protested vehemently. In response he spun me around, bent me toward the wall, spread my ass cheeks and planted his mouth on my ass hole. He proceeded to blow my cum into my hole and tonge fuck it in even deeper. I was too shocked to put up any resistance. Besides this bran new sensation was way too amazing to want it to stop. And stop way too soon it did! His mouth free to speak he proclaimed as he stood; “Don’t apologize. I loved you blasting off so soon and so deep. It’s your turn to get my load. Not in your mouth, your virgin ass! Now you’re so well lubed can I breed your ass?” His cock head was already teasing my hole. “No!” I screamed. “I’m getting married.” His left had had found my cock which was getting harder by the moment. “You may say no but your cock betrays a different story.” “Fuck Leo, what are you doing to me?” “Just giving you what you want, what you need!” he insisted. “Tell me you don’t want to feel my cock up your hairy ass.” “I don’t?” my damn nerdy hesitant voice again. “You’re not convincing me.” His damn seductive voice. “No?” why was I hesitant? His hard cock was putting more pressure on my hole and I wasn’t doing anything to stop him. “At least … wear a condom?” I was beginning to relent. “That will hurt more, I don’t think you want that.” He reasoned. I certainly didn’t want it to hurt. I tried bargaining; “Are you clean?” Surely, he wouldn’t breed me if he had an STD. “Honestly, I can’t promise I fuck around a lot.” His hand was still on my engorged cock which twitched at this statement. “Mmmm, clearly my promiscuity turns you on.” Three involuntarily twitches. “Your horney cock betrays you, my friend.” “At least promise me you’re not HIV positive.” My bargaining chips were getting weaker and as the pressure on my hole increased my resistance weakened. “Been poz for five years.” He confidently confessed. I ‘assumed’ by five years he’d be on meds and undetectable. I knew from high school sex ed that undetectable guys were the safest. Undetectable equals untransmutable. The bottom line was this had gone too far for me to resist any longer. The teasing at my virgin ass was more than I could bare. “OK, have your way with me Leo. Truth be told, if I’m going to lose my anal virginity, I want it bareback. I need it bareback. And don’t pull out. I need your cum in me.” I blurted. “Are you sure?” His damn seductive voice. “No?” my nerdy hesitant voice. “I’ll take that as a yes.” He said as his raw cock head breached my ring. I was in too much pain to argue the point “Holy shit, that hurts!” “Just breath deep, and push like you’re taking a dump.” I tried but it still hurt like hell. A small brown bottle appeared like magic under one of my nostrils. The other was pinched closed and I was instructed to breath deeply. After three inhales the bottle was moved to my other nostril and the pattern repeated. My body was flooding with warmth, my ass stopped hurting and relaxed, and I was hornier than I had ever been in my life. My heart pounded with excitement. Leo proceeded to deep fuck my virgin ass knowing the signs of utter release and surrender. One of his hands covered my mouth to try and stifle my grunts and groans each time he bottomed out inside of me. There was pain, but the pleasure far exceeded it. I didn’t want this to end, and I knew like nothing before that this was exactly what my body and soul needed. “Fuck me, Leo. Harder and deeper … own my ass, make our bodies one!” It wasn’t long until he was back quietly speaking into my ear with his now raspy voice. “You are nearing the point of no return. Are you sure you don’t want me to pull out? Sure you didn’t miss a question” “Yes! I’m sure! Breed my virgin ass!” I couldn’t feel the volley after volley after volley of his cum pumping inside of me; but, I couldn’t miss the powerful contractions of his manhood on my battered ass and tender guts. I was so proud of myself for riding this out to completion. Then I remembered we weren’t quite finished. I spun around, dropped to my knees and vacuumed his dripping cock into my mouth. I sucked it clean and when he pulled it away complaining it was too sensitive, I finally saw the stinging scorpion tattoo shrinking on the top of his poz cock.

I stood there, in front of G, doing my best impression of a stare down, unaware of the events I'd set in motion. He sat there for a moment, his eyes locked on mine, and for a tense few seconds we waited to see who would blink first. He did. He busted out laughing, and I followed suit. "You should have seen the look on your face!" he said, laughing that deep laugh that seemed to match the body and the man. "You were fucking adorable trying to be all serious!" He kept on laughing. I couldn't help laughing a bit myself, and I fired back, "well, I didn't think you actually would." "Oh really? I figured you were just teasing me, standing there, with that noticeable boner pushing through your shorts." Wait, what? I looked down, and sure enough, the front of my shorts betrayed the fact that my mind had moved to the sexual train of thought. I looked back at him, our eyes locking again, and suddenly neither of us was laughing; a sexual tension had fallen over us as a hush seemed to follow. With his eyes still locked on mine, G slowly stood, and took a step forward, moving almost face to face with me. The silence in the moment, the closeness, the scent of a man who had been exerting himself physically... it was almost unbearable. My heart had begun to race and I felt myself getting weak in the knees. G slowly knelt, and reaching in front of him, up under the light shirt I had on, and his fingers pried their way inside the waistband of the tennis shorts I had thrown on. I was commando, not having bothered with any underwear since I don't like how they begin chaffing when you get all wet and sweaty on a run. With a firm and hard tug, he yanked my shorts down to my ankles, and my cock sprung up in his face. His head timed it's forward movement perfectly, and he swallowed my growing dick to the root in one swift gulp. All six-and-a-half, soon to be seven-and-a-half uncut inches. His warm mouth sealed itself around the base, and I felt the lightning bolts explode to every corner of my body as my hormones super-charged my libido. I moaned, and felt my legs start to give. But G must have sensed it too, and his thick arms swiftly wrapped themselves around my thighs, proving everything from my waste up with stability. Nevertheless, I felt my hands land on either side of the top of his head as I instinctively leaned forward a bit and steadied myself. He began to slowly move his mouth back and forth along the length of my shaft, slowly massaging it with his tongue as he went. When he'd pull back to the head of my cock, I'd feel his tongue flicking around the foreskin that slid back and forth over my tip. It was fortunate for me that he had strong arms and my legs in a bear hug, because I was quickly turning to putty as the sensation of erotic warmth that engulfed my cock threatened to overwhelm me. He worked my cock for a time, how long I didn't know... or care. The lust had taken me over, and I found my hips beginning to match his mouth's motion. We continued our rythym for a bit, and the eternity I had gone without sexual contact with another man began to take it's toll as I felt my balls slowly begin to draw up. And G must have sensed it, because he slowed his motion and gradually came to a stop, sliding his mouth back off my rock-hard member. I was all but panting and he rose back to standing as slowly and deliberately as he had dropped in front of me, and he leaned forward and laid the most passionate, deep-tongued kiss on me that I had ever experienced. After a few seconds of that, he pulled his head back, and whispered, bend forward and put your hands on the tree. I did as he asked. My hands reached out for the fallen trunk, and I shuffled forward a bit to keep myself from having to reach too far. My shorts were around my ankles, making it impossible to take a normal step forward. G stepped around behind me and I heard him kneel behind me, and felt his warm breath on my ass. I felt his hands, warm and moist from the sweat and light humidity of the hike and the evening, grab both of my ass cheeks and pry them apart. His face moved into the opening it created, and I nearly jumped from the initial tickling effect of his short, trimmed goatee contacting the sensitive skin around my hole. But that was nothing compared to the next sensation I felt. His tongue made contact right on the puckering of my hole, and the lightning bolts again exploded into every recess of my extremities. I felt the tip of his tongue dance around my rear entrance, and I couldn't keep it in any longer; I softly moaned as my head fell down between and below my forward-stretched arms. I saw my cock, still rock hard, pointing straight out, rigid and with a generous strand of precum escaping the slit that was just visible in the small, visible spot of my tip that my foreskin exposed in its slightly-pulled back state. He began to slobber on my hole, there was no other way to describe it. So much saliva was being deposited in my ass crack, and he gradually zeroed back in on my hole, and--briefly pausing as the tip of his tongue lined up with my puckered backdoor--thrust forward into my chute. I was in bliss. He kept thrusting his tongue into my hole, almost as if his tongue were a dick. He had a good rhythm going, and I could feel my inner passage become slick with his spit. I heard jingling behind me, and figured he was unbuckling the belt that held up his shorts to free his own cock so he could jerk off. I looked through the narrow gap between my legs and saw him release the belt buckle, and with one hand unbutton his shorts. He fished passed the zipper, pushing it down, and pulled out his cock--clearly I wasn't the only one who had decided to leave the house sans undergarment. The cock he produced fit him to a T, swelling to a very thick eight uncut inches. He had, as I did, and ample foreskin that covered most of his head even hard. It quickly swelled to it's full size and began drooling as much as mine was. Through all this, his tongue never lost contact with my ass, and I closed my eyes and allowed my head to simply hang, giving myself over the the sensations that overpowered me. He continued his steady drive into my hole for a few more minutes and I could feel him getting deeper and deeper as every muscle in my body relaxed. I was in sexual bliss, and for a moment didn't even notice him remove his tongue and come to his feet. It was his big, beefy hand touching the small of my back that gave me the first indication something had changed. And before my brain could catch up, his drooling, uncut head was pressing into my ass. He slid in with ease, lodging a good 6" in my ass with no resistance. I had always been a bit tight when Shawn had been in the mood--which wasn't often--so I was amazed at how effortlessly he entered me. With a gentle additional thrust, I felt his hefty balls come to rest against mine: I was impaled on his pole. And I was in heaven. My mind was in a sexual fog as he slowly pulled back and slid forward again, pausing before repeating the motion. Over and over, he slowly picked up his pace, and as my eyes opened, I saw my rock hard cock bouncing up and down gently in rhythm with G's thrusts. He kept it up for a few minutes before I began to feel a slight dull ache as his cock seemed to expand even more in my ass. His thrusts began to feel more urgent, and his balls began to draw up, slapping more forcefully against my own. I felt drips of sweat and heard his breathing become audible and erratic, and with a final thrust, he fell forward onto me, and I felt his cock begin to twitch, and a moment later a heat began spreading through my bowels. The twitching lasted a good bit, and he remained rock hard, deep inside me. He reached around to my cock and slowly began sliding his hand up and down my shaft. After a few minutes, he began fucking me again, having never gone soft. We managed a coordinated dance, my cock in his hand, his cock in my ass. I knew I wasn't going to last long, and as I began to feel my balls pulling up themselves, his matched their movement and I felt that thickening and stiffening of his cock inside me again. I began to rise up and suddenly froze as one of his thrusts brushed my prostate and I felt a rush. Over and over his cock pummeled by my prostate and it became too much, and as my cock began to jerk, G pulled back on my shaft, bringing my foreskin completely off the head while continuing to pound me from behind. My load rocketed out of my piss slit, the first blast practically clearing the downed tree on which I leaned. As my load gradually became less forceful, it began to spatter the log wildly, my cock still bouncing from the thrusting. And as I was finally spent, he again lodged himself deep inside me and I felt the warmth again. As the twitching of his cock subsided, I noticed a dull ache in my ass, it having tightened up as my ejaculation caused every muscle in my mid-section to contract over and over. I felt every inch of him inside me now, and after a moment, he began to soften and started to slip out. His withdraw was smooth, he effortlessly slipped out feeling almost silky and wet. He had slobbered all over my ass and I knew the passage likely still had good lubrication. His cock flopped down as the last of his foreskin exited my hole. The head had fully retracted already, leaving a bit of foreskin to complete his departure. We both were still, catching our breath. "It's been a long time since I came twice," he broke the silence with. "Whew, that is a spectacular ass you have man!" "I haven't cum like that in forever, holy fuck!" I responded as I struggled to push myself upright. It was almost comical how I had gotten into a position that I now couldn't get out of.

“Holy fuck! I just made an ass of you and me. I assumed you were undetectable, but this tattoo tells a different story.” I moaned. “Did you just pump toxic poz cum into my ass?” “Nobody made an ass of me.” He retorted. “I just pozed your ass, but I gave you a couple chances to recant your choice.” “Why would you bareback me if you knew you were toxic?” I lamented. “Because it was fucking hot to see how far you would go. And clearly you went all the way. That’s on you nerd. Besides, it really wasn’t the point of no return. You’ve got a couple of days to get PEP (Post Exposure Prophylactic)” I used my finger to retrieve some of his cum from my ass and licked it off. “God, I must be crazy, I just want you to be fucking me again.” “That’s a pretty normal reaction to taking cum up the ass. We’ve all been there my friend.” He beamed. “But poz cum? Why would I want more poz cum?” I was baffled. “Oh, fuck man! Especially poz cum. It’s so addictive.” He assured me. “I’m off work in an hour. Come back and meet me here. I’ve got a specially treat to share with you.” When I came back, he took me to a gay bathhouse. We didn’t bother with a room. We stripped down at our lockers, and he took me directly to a sling. He helped me into it, fastened my legs and arms and plunged his raw poz cock into my swollen dripping hole. I was so relieved to have him in me again that I forgot I was on display in a public place. I also forgot his HIV status. He was soon pounding away at my hole. A group of guys began to form around us. Some reached in to touch his pistoning cock. I guess they wanted to be sure he was inside my ass raw. When he was ready to cum he broadcast to all within hearing range. “Here’s the second toxic poz load for your no longer virgin ass.” The audience went wild with cheering as he collapsed deeper into me, clearly painting my gut walls. He no sooner stepped away from the sling and a huge burley bear of a man plunged his raw cock balls deep into my dripping ass. He had a short thick cock and when he soon bred me, I felt every hot blast of semen spraying against my gut walls. Next was a tall super skinny guy with a pencil dick. Followed by a short hairy cub. Followed by s gorgeous muscle jock. Followed by an incredibly obese guy. Followed by a fiery ginger. On and on, they just kept coming, fucking me raw and shooting their loads deep inside me. When the mayhem stopped, I had no idea how many strangers’ loads were mixing deep in my guts and spilling from my stretched hole onto the floor. When he finally helped me out of the sling I begged Leo; “What the fuck have you done to me?” “You got in that sling of your own free will nerdy slut. Besides, since you’re going for PEP, you may as well have made it worth your while.” My next five days were consumed with elderly parent care, work and wedding planning with my fiancé. There was not a spare moment to get to a sexual health clinic and I certainly couldn’t tell anyone why I needed some time away. At the end of the fifth day, I couldn’t keep myself away from Leo’s work another moment. He was dealing with a customer when I arrived, so I nervously hung out near the back of the store until the customer left. Within a moment he had pulled me into the back room, dropped my pants. poppered me up and sank his raw cock deep in my famished hole. This was probably the fastest pump and dump in history, and I was elated. That was until he turned his back to me and dropped his dress slacks and underwear presenting his beautiful bubble but to me. “Hey nerd, how do you think I got pozed in the first place? Your turn to do my ass.” At first, I was thunder struck, then I realized my cock was rock hard. I’d never fucked anyone before, but I took to it like a fish swimming upstream. I could hardly believe my raw cock was inside Leo other than it felt so lovely and warm in there. Once again, I didn’t last long and was apologetically blasting away, this time inside his ass. He took me home after work and during the night we fucked two more loads into each other. I was pretty sure I was doomed to get sick within a week or two. It hit like clockwork, and I missed two weeks of work during which Leo nursed me back to as much health as HIV offers. I actually returned to feeling like my old self. Except I knew I wasn’t my ‘old self. I texted my fiancé that the wedding was off with no explanation. And I insisted that my older brother fly across the country to take his turn at caring for our elderly parents. I thought I had fallen deeply and madly in love with Leo. I wanted to marry him instead of my former fiancé. He knew I had fallen into madness and gently broke my heart by taking me to bathhouses and sex parties every weekend. He insisted that any and every stranger breed my ass often getting his ass railed right along side mine. I may have been a bright student for academics, but I was as thick as they come getting Leo’s message that he was not in love with me. It was when he began setting up dates for me to fuck other guys and coaching me on stealth pozing them that the proverbial ‘penny dropped.’ The first few were fun and exciting, I now had some pozing ‘notches on my metaphoric belt’ but deep inside it didn’t quite feel right. Then one night as I was raw fucking an unsuspecting victim on a dance floor a former fuck that I had pozed a month before came over to blackened both my eyes and broke my nose. I knew this was not a game for me and that I would never marry Leo. I quit my job, moved three hundred miles away, got a new job for an AIDS service provider, got myself on meds and spear headed the “U=U” awareness program for this new district. Oh yeah. I’ve never had a condom in me or on me and I both get fucked and fuck with abandon. I’m every bit, or even more promiscuous than my gay sex mentor Leo. The closest I’ve come to marriage is a series of trupples over the years, none of which restrict my cock and cum hungry ass.

"Easy there, let me give you a hand," I heard G say from behind me. Two strong hands in my armpits slowly lifted me upright and just off the ground so my legs could reestablish my center of gravity. He gently set me down, my ass cheeks closing and the wetness between them hitting me as I stood there. It was beginning to get dark; my intended run having been interrupted by an amazing fuck in the middle of nature. Add that to the list of things Shawn and I had never done. We both pulled our clothes on and decided to head back down the trail. At the base of the hill I saw just a lone Jeep parked, and assumed it was G's. Correctly, it would seem, as he turned and looked that way. "Well, I guess this is where we part ways," he said. "I hope you frequent these woods often, I'd love a repeat encounter sometime if you're down." "Yeah, I've been running these trails a few weeks now. That just happened to be a new one for me," I replied. "New in a few ways, I would guess," he said with a chuckle. He extended his hand and we had that generic handshake as we turned and headed in our separate ways. He hopped in his Jeep, fired it up, and drove off slowly past me as I started the short jog back to my place. Unknown to us though, we hadn't been alone in that forest, and in the fast-growing dark shadows a pair of eyes watched as we said our goodbyes and departed. Obviously in need of some cleanup once I returned home, I stripped the minute I was back inside and headed for the shower. The warm water felt good cascading down my body, washing away the sweat and dirt, but unable to touch the large pair of loads deep inside my hole. I could feel the slickness inside me as I moved, my insides greased with his cum. I began stroking my now-fully swollen dick, while reaching around to finger my hole. Finding a good rhythm, I closed my eyes and enjoyed the feel of my cock being stroked and my ass being probed by my own finger. In no time, I was blasting a load on the shower wall. Coming down from my sexual high, I finished my shower and after toweling off threw on a simple t-shirt and pair of shorts--commando, of course. I sat down on the couch and fired up the TV. Truth be told, I couldn't remember what I watched if I tried. I was too busy replaying the events of the evening in my head, so much so I hopped on one of the apps to browse some pics, hoping to draw my mind back. I wasn't on 2 minutes before the app buzzed and I had been noticed... by a few guys. One, well, let's just say I now had a way to contact G. I chuckled as I saw he had found me on the app, so I favorited him in order to have a way to get in touch with him next time. Two were older gentlemen that just didn't move the needle for me, and a fourth was an older dude in his early 40s. He was pretty thin and lean, and a bit haggard-looking. I saw I had a message in that moment; it was from this thin dude. < Hey man, what's going on with you tonight? > >> Nothing much. Just hopped on, horned up as fuck. LOL << < Nice man, let's have some fun. I could use an ass to use. > Direct and to the point. And in my condition, probably the best approach to getting in my pants! I was in no position to think clearly. I saw he was only 2 miles away, and my sexual lust was in complete control. I sent him my location and my unit number. < Can be there in five minutes, assuming you're ready now. > >> Yeah, I'm definitely ready! Haha << Guess I was really doing this! Those five minutes had barely passed when a knock at my door had me opening it. He stood in front of me, pretty much looking like his pic, if not a bit thinner. Had I been more coherent I'd have noticed his eyes and cheeks were a bit sunken in, but I never focused in on his face. A thin and lean guy standing in front of me in my state had my dick swelling in my shorts, and my one-track mind could only focus on the sexual frenzy in which I currently existed. I invited him in, and as I turned from closing the door his head was there and I found myself in an aggressive tongue-powered kiss. His tongue was exploring my mouth as his hands were all over me. Being about three inches taller, he was perfectly positioned to touch me at all the right angles. And soon his hands were at the waste band of my shorts. His thumbs hooked inside and I felt my shorts drop around my ankles. As he came up for air, he glanced down and then back up. Our eyes locked and I thought I noticed the hint of a smirk. "You definitely seem ready," he whispered through his partial smile. And with that I headed to the bedroom with him right behind me. I tore off my t-shirt and laid down on the bed on my back. I looked him over as he stripped down himself. Definitely thin, the hint of some abs, some light, rough stubble on his face, shaggy brown hair that matched in color. And as his jeans dropped I saw a cock that appeared to be 6 inches soft, cut, and with a large mushroom head. Below his cock, a pair of very large balls hung down about 2 inches. I'm not kidding when I say they were the size of golf balls. I wondered if he was one of those guys who stretched or pumped. His thin and veiny legs climbed up on my bed, bringing the rest of him closer. He came up between my legs while using his own to force mine apart, spreading and beginning to lift my ass. He bent over me and resumed giving me forceful and sloppy mouth-to-mouth. My own uncut cock was rock hard on my own partial abs, leaking pretty significantly. I could feel his growing but was simply too caught up in the making out to care. His hands slid down to my legs and began to push them back, further lifting my ass up. I felt him stretch his groin back as the trail of precum he left drew a line straight down my stomach and crotch until his cock--now thick and hard--dropped down and lodged itself in my crack, right at my hole. He began pressing and making mini thrusts, and with all his precum and the two loads inside me, his helmet quickly found itself parting my ass lips. I pressed down just slightly, hoping to push some of that internal lube toward him, but with a slightly harder thrust it provided him the opening to pop his head in, and he slowly sank the entirety of what was a 9 1/2" cock into my ass. His lips broke away from mine. "You have an amazing ass," he whispered. "It just sucked my entire cock in, and feels incredibly wet inside. Have you been fucked already?" "Yeah," I admitted, hoping that wouldn't be a turnoff for him. "Had a little fun in the woods earlier." He slowly withdrew his cock, and I thought I had ruined the fuck with that admission. But just as his head was about to pop out, he thrust back in balls-deep, and began to work up a rhythm. His mushroom head found my prostate and began stimulating me more than I thought was possible in my state. Our lips re-engaged. He had a steady rhythm, his balls slapping my ass as he picked up the speed. I imagined all that cum in my ass was getting pretty churned up, though that head on his cock was more likely acting like a plunger, pushing G's loads deep inside before the suction of his withdraws pulled them back down. He kept this up for about 30 minutes before I felt him begin shaking and his breathing through out kiss became raspy. He never stopped fucking me though and as he settled down and we continued making out his thrusting continued. In my mind, I knew he had shot his wad, and I could tell I was quite full of cum as I could feel it moving around in my bowels, trapped and moved around by his swollen member. About 15 minutes after he first came, he came again--the tell-tale signs again giving him away. Still he remained hard and continued fucking. I could tell from the way his balls smacked my ass they had shrunk a bit from his two big loads. And I believed it, since my ass was beginning to feel like I had used an enema. He lasted another 20 minutes or so before pumping his third--and about the same-sized load--deep in my ass. He collapsed on me, his rock hard cock still plugging my hole, and oozing out the bit of cum still left to drain into my ass. After about 10 minutes I felt him begin to soften and his cock slowly withdrew until his head was just inside my opening. He reached back and gave his cock a slight tug but only to start its exit. He left the tip there still plugging my hole as it slowly closed. I felt a drip of cum from his cock hit my hole and begin slowly sliding down my ass crack. He broke our kiss and smiled at me. "That was awesome, thanks man. My balls were so full!" "I could tell," I replied. "Feels like you emptied your bladder up in there!" I chuckled as I finished that statement. "I pissed before I came over, otherwise I totally would have!" he laughed back. He rolled off me and slipped off the bed, walking back to his clothes. My legs stretched out on the bed, happy to extend themselves finally. He pulled on his jeans and his crew top and slipped into his shoes. "Hit me up if you're ever down to fuck again, I'd love to drop a few loads in that ass on the regular." I got up off the bed and walked him to the door. He left with another quick kiss, and I returned--still naked--to my seat on the couch and opened the app. I added him as another favorite, and with that I went back to my bed and collapsed into a deep sleep still rock-hard, with my stomach slick and my ass full.

At an elevator’s hotel in NYC last weekend . Met a young daddy on Grindr and agreed to meet at the hotel lobby. Before the meeting I had a quick fuck and unsatisfied. In the person, the daddy was so hot and my recent fucked hole was itched and badly in heat to be fucked. Once an elevator’s door shut, we lip locked and sucking face. I quickly unzipped his pants, pulled my pants down and bent down. He immediately grabbed my hips and lowered himself down. I grabbed both of my cheek opened as he Aimed his fat cock at my hole and with one thrusted, he was ball deep and held on tight. It felt so warm from the previous load, the sensation of being filled, and the throbbing cock made itmagical. He wasted no time, gave me the slammed fucking for sixty seconds and unloaded his hot seeds. Just as he finished the last squash, the elevator’s bell rang, we pulled up our pants and marched to his room with big smiles where he patiently licked, suck, squeezed and fucked my two holes throughly for an evening. Well used, very satisfied with two hot loads and the chemistry was intense.

I’m much the same way. I am addicted to Ass and I love playing with an ass and in an ass. There are times where I can block out the rest of the world and I’m totally focused on thehole. Whether it’s fingers, fist, tongue, dick, or toys, I try to imagine all the other men who already have gone before me. I’m thinking of all the men Who have spewed a load up there. I’m thinking of the volume of sperm that has gone up there. Knowing that hole has been used and ravaged and stretched and fed all is a turn on for me.

I hated my job. We've all been there; that job you loved the look of, the honeymoon phase lasts about a year, and then suddenly it isn't the same. People come and go, management changes, your responsibilities go through the roof. Before you know it, the job you thought you'd be at 'til you retired is suddenly the job you can't get out of fast enough. Yep, I was there. And so, after just four years, I was on the hunt. I needed a job that didn't make me a bitch. And oh was I a bitch thanks to this one. My now-ex had had enough and broken up with me about six months prior. It was probably for the best, since we didn't exactly mesh. The lust factor was there of course, but emotionally we didn't have that spark. I'll spare you the details of the search, but eventually I found a new position; it was a remote job, one where I could work from home, have no commute, flexibility in my hours, and--most importantly--no dress code. And the best part? It was nearly $30K more a year. Sold! I spent the first several months getting up to speed with my new teammates. As a project manager, it's important not just to get to know the projects you'll be overseeing and guiding, but the people you'll be working with as well. More than half of working a successful project across the finish line is managing people: their expectations, their needs, their wants, understanding their approaches so you can balance all the aspects of the work that needs to get done. While I was enjoying my new job (again, remember it's hard to hate a job you were excited to get, at least for that first year) I spent my weekends and the occasional evening trying to get out of the condo. The downside to working from home and being constantly tied to your desk with a headset is you get zero exercise. And while I have always prided myself on keeping in-shape, riding a desk can be just asking to fall off the wagon. So I started making it a point to get outside as much as possible: for a run, a bike ride, a hike in the woods nearby. I made sure I wasn't going to get soft. So before I go any further, a little about myself: my name is Reid, I'm 27 years old, stand exactly 6', and weight in around 175 pounds. I dont sport the most defined abs, but I'm well toned and have a pretty slender build; short, cropped, dark blonde hair that almost looks brown, and blue-green eyes, with usually a day or two's worth of scruff. Quite a catch I think, and from the times I'd been out at the gym and bars pre-COVID and the glances that would come my way, pretty decent-looking I'd say. Of course I'm also slightly on the introverted side, so a tad quieter compared to my energetic and somewhat boisterous gang of friends. (More about them later.) It was a warm, sunny Thursday evening where my story begins. I headed out the door for a run, but soon decided I wasn't feeling it and headed at a slow jog for the nearby woods. My complex sits right along one of those rural rail trails, and at points along the main path you'll find trails that head up the hills that the old railroad used to cut through. I've explored a number of them, but they're often what you'd expect--an interconnected web of dirt paths that eventually tie into each other. A half-mile of trail that's new before you circle back to a path you've explored previously. Not that I mind of course, part of what I love about the trails is the workout from the steep climb some of them take. And most go deep into underbrush that secludes them, especially in the summer when the foliage is fully grown in. So this particular evening I picked a trailhead I'd checked out before, but one that had a branch-off I hadn't yet explored. It took me about ten minutes to reach the fork, and off I headed to the right to see where this direction would lead. This trail turned out to be a much more winding and occasionally steep trail than most of the ones I had climbed, and after a while I had to pause to take a quick rest. I'd had my earbuds in, listening to some music as I worked my way up, so I took them out and took a moment to inhale deeply and look around and listen. I love the smell of the woods, still slightly musty after a recent rain (like we'd had last night), and the energetic chirping of the birds that you couldn't see but knew were all around you. There was a fallen tree to the side of the small, open area I had stopped in, so I went over and had a seat, figuring I'd be back up and climbing higher within a few minutes. "Hey there!" Holy shit, I literally jumped half off the fallen log at my surprise at hearing the voice. "Whoa, sorry, didn't mean to scare the shit out of ya. You must have been in you're own little world there." I turned to face the source of that voice, and found myself looking at a beast of a man, standing probably a good three inches taller than me, heavily muscled (like a beefy linebacker), and sporting a deep red--almost maroon--tank top. The salt-and-pepper chest hair that spread out from underneath it matched the flattop haircut and trim goatee he sported. I'd guess he was probably in his 50s, and he clearly spent more time than most at the gym keeping his body. Pausing a moment to compose myself, I eventually forced out the words to get the conversation started, in something of a stutter. "Um, yeah, sorry. I didn't realize anyone else was around here. I thought I'd check out a new trail this evening, and it's quite the climb." "Sure is," he responded. "It's one of my favorites, but I've noticed most people who try it tend not to come back this way again. They prefer the trails that don't test them quite as much." "I can probably understand why," I agreed. Even in my pretty good shape I had need to stop for a momentary break, I could only imagine how this trail must chew up and spit out those who weren't prepared for it. "So what do you think? Has it kicked your ass too?" my fellow hiker inquired. "No, not really. It was definitely more than what I expected, but I like a trail that will push me now and then when I need it. I don't always like an easy hike," I replied. "Well, I was on my way back down, but if you'd like, I can head back up with you if you want someone to show you further up?" he offered. It would have been rude for me to refuse, and he wasn't the worst looking guy I've seen. Perhaps a tad older than what usually peaked my interest, but there was something about him that both put me at ease and intrigued me. I chalked it up to finding someone who seemed easy to talk to and enjoyed an activity that I did as well, and decided to take him up on his gesture. "Sure, probably wouldn't hurt to have someone who knows the path, especially if it gets to be any tougher a climb!" "Great! I'm Gerry by the way, though most people just call me 'G' for short," he said, extending his hand and introducing himself. "Reid, nice to meet you," I said, reaching out to shake his hand. As our hands clasped in that typical form of greeting, I felt a strange sensation wash over me as my hand made contact with his. It was warm, slightly sweaty as you would expect, but I felt my pulse oddly quicken in excitement. Again, I chalked it up to the thrill of the trail ahead. Having introduced ourselves, we started up the next leg of beaten down dirth path. It was, as I suspected, just as exerting a climb as the first portion had been, but at least I had someone along to pace myself against, keeping me from slowing down or going easy. We seemed to attack the climb, moving deliberately and steadily. Occasionally Gerry, I mean G, would alert me to a trip hazard or potential loose footing danger from his position ahead. He clearly knew this trail, and I marveled at how he seemed so at ease on it. Clearly he wasn't kidding about most folks not wanting to hike this deep woods, high mountain path simply give the energy it took. We went for probably 25 minutes before we came to another small opening. The trail ahead seemed to level from this point for a bit as it disappeared into the trees. We took the opportunity to pause and strike up a conversation again. "So are you new around here?" G asked me. "I've been here about a year now. Moved here with the boyfriend, but we broke up about six months ago, so I've only been out exploring the trails for the last couple months," I explained, not even thinking that I had casually informed him of my sexuality. "Boyfriend eh? Sorry to hear you two broke up, but you seem like a decent guy. Guess he was the problem half," he said, locking eyes with me. "My partner passed away last year, so I know what it means to find yourself out and about solo. He loved the trails around here. Hell, he loved the trails anywhere he could find them." The conversation was so natural. I didn't even find myself surprised at this beefy, muscled man coming out to me either, as if both of us having male-on-male desires was completely normal. As it is. "Sorry to hear that," I said. "Was it unexpected, or was it... Covid?" "Not unexpected," he replied. "He'd been dealing with some health issues, and in the end they were too much. He had a good life, we enjoyed our time together. There are days I miss him, but I'm fortunate to have known him for almost 20 years, so I hold onto the good memories and try to be happy when I remember." I could tell there was still a part of him that missed his former partner, as by the end of his words his gaze had moved off into the distance. I felt a bit of sadness for him. "But enough about the mushy stuff, what about you? Any new prospects since your breakup?" he asked with a chuckle. "Nah, I'm not sure I'm ready for anything serious yet. I'm enjoying having time for myself, doing what I want, when I want, wherever I want." "And doing... whomever you want?" he smirked at me. I blushed. I hadn't had sex since the ex and I broke up. Some days I just didn't care, and others my hand had usually sufficed. But every now and then... "Nah, no sex in a long time." "Shame. Paul and I had sex all the time, more than a few times on the trail right here!" he laughed. "Since it's always been a pretty quiet trail, never had to really worry about anyone stumbling across us." It was as if he read my mind, poised to ask him just that question about being discovered by passers-by. A quick glance confirmed that this was indeed a secluded spot, and the time and effort it had taken to arrive here would have deterred all but the most ardent climbers, and that was assuming they even noticed this particular branch of the trails to begin with. I found myself imagining where in the clearing would have been "the spot" to do it, before his voice drew me back. "Ever had outdoor sex?" He had an almost mischievous grin on his face, as if he was daring me to say "yes." But I couldn't, because in the time we'd been together Shawn and I had never done anything remotely risque; quite the opposite in fact, our sex had been pretty vanilla. And I must have turned red at the question, because before I could muster up the courage to say I hadn't, he jumped right back in. "Ever WANTED to have outdoor sex?" Honestly? I had never really thought about it. And I answered him truthfully. "I've never really given it any thought. I mean, it sounds hot, I guess I've just always played it safe when it came to the who's and the wheres," I replied. And that's when I--laughingly and jokingly, or so I thought at the time--asked that fateful question that would, unbeknownst to me in the moment, change the course of my life forever. "Why? You offering?" "Hell yeah, I would!" He had caught me off-guard with his reply. And yet again, I made what would be--in hindsight--a pivotal choice. I got up, stood in front of him, and with as much courage as I could muster, looked him straight in the eyes and said, "prove it!"

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Exactly this....

i like to drop trousers at a random truck stop. something about a unknown hairy dad, no words spoken, just shoving his raw dick up your ass, unloading and walking away, his unwanted kids deep in your guts. youre a guy but he just used u like a cunt. now he's headin home for family dinner w the wife n kids. you're not even his side bitch, just some dumb faggot he made his bitch once, used n forgotten.

It's the sensation as I feel his cock pulse and flex inside me as he shoots his load into me. Plus the knowledge that at that moment he's in ecstacy and that I've been able to give that to him by offering up my hole.

Luke, or whatever you want 415-683-0386 let me know you're from this site SF CA near Harrison and 5th but can travel all around the bay always looking for friends that can host I will do my best to be available 24 7 Age: 24 Height: 5'6 Weight: 135 Ethnicity: white

I like to fuck a bottom right up to that point where their orgasm is building. You know where I mean, that point when every stroke elicits a a more intense response from them than the others have; when you are pushing that special button that they've got. And then just keep doing it just to torture the fuck out of them without making them cum. Keep them on the edge as long as possible... their body quivering in that way that you feel it right through your cock. Then give them one last hard punch with it that sends them flying off the edge where they can hardly catch their breath. And then when they think that it's over, just start pissing in their hole unannounced while watching their eyes widen as they suddenly realize what it is you are doing to them while slowly watching them accept it and get turned on by it. That's what I like to do.

Is it me or does this sound like it should be a question on a math test? Next line: Assuming a volume of one teaspoon per load, how many ounces of semen were expended that evening?

It got to be at an elevator’s hotel in NYC last weekend . Met a young daddy on Grindr and agreed to meet at the hotel lobby. Before the meeting I had a quick fuck and unsatisfied. In the person, the daddy was so hot and my recent fucked hole was itched and badly in heat to be fucked. Once an elevator’s door shut, we lip locked and sucking face. I quickly unzipped his pants, pulled my pants down and bent down. He immediately grabbed my hips and lowered himself down. I grabbed both of my cheek opened as he Aimed his fat cock at my hole and with one thrusted, he was ball deep and held on tight. It felt so warm from the previous load, the sensation of being filled, and the throbbing cock made it magical. He wasted no time, gave me the slammed fucking for sixty seconds and unloaded his hot seeds. Just as he finished the last squash, the elevator’s bell rang, we pulled up our pants and marched to his room with big smiles where he patiently licked, suck, squeezed and fucked my two holes throughly for an evening. Well used, very satisfied with two hot loads and the chemistry was intense.

OmFFFFFg I miss Man’s Country. It probably was losing money, but more importantly I think of all of the men who went there and left eternally satisfied. Chuck was an amazing man and did a lot for the community. When he died, his ears regrettably decided to close the place down. Man’s country was a gay Mecca. Men came from around the world. I lived in California but flew to Chicago 4-6 times a year, just to check in for a long weekend. I loved the sling room with bars in the window. You could open or close the shutters, whether you were inviting people in or simply letting them watch. I made some lifelong friends there. But there were just as many who I used and discarded. Men were there for only one reason and the sex was incredible.

biggest kink is spreading my seed to as many holes as possible, - when I say I love a slutty hole, i really mean it. as in I love shooting my babies in a place where hundreds (or even thousands) of other men have shot. When I get into that primal mode I don't view or think of the holes I'm fucking as people. More like objects to satisfy my twisted mind of raw risky fucking. no condoms, no pulling out, no testing, just pure sex. Bonus points for the truly anon scene and that special feeling of shooting my seed into someone I've never seen, know, or care about.

12. I stretched, feeling my naked body against the warm sheets of an unfamiliar bed. Slowly I opened my eyes and remembered I was in Sir’s bed. I remember him carrying me upstairs after he’d claimed me, pumping one last load into my abused dripping hole. I’d fallen asleep in his arms as he told me what a good boy I was and how proud of me he was. I nestled backwards and felt his warm firm body behind me. I pressed myself into his skin and felt his chest hair against my back. His hand came up and rubbed my chest, flicking across my nipple. I met his hand and held him there reveling in his touch. Flashes of the night before came back to me as I pushed into his body. I felt the cool metal of the chain around my neck. My morning wood strained against the confines of its cage. I still felt wet between my cheeks, and I could tell my hole was tender even just as I moved my legs. Still when I felt Sir’s own morning wood slipping up my crack I couldn’t help but wriggle my body till his head snagged on my hole and slowly slipped inside me. I rocked back and forth, fucking myself on his beautiful cock, reveling in how good it felt inside my battered hole. Even though I felt worn and used from the night before Sir’s cock felt like heaven sliding in and out of my guts. “Fuck pig,” he growled behind me, “isn’t your cunt sore boy?” “It is Sir, but I could never resist your hard cock.” “Good boy. Why don’t you show me how much you love my cock and ride me.” He rolled over onto his back, his dick slipping from my hole. I quickly turned over and clambered on top of him. I sat back and his cock easily slid inside me. I marveled at how perfectly his cock fit inside me now. It had seemed so impossibly large the first time he’d fucked me but after last night my hole opened for him with ease. I bounced up and down, tightening my cock around his shaft as I did. “Fuck yes boy, ride that cock. Milk my load out of me. Take my morning wood deep in your pussy. Your cunt feels so fucking good after last night. How does it feel taking my cock in you after all those loads last night?” “It feels amazing Sir. Like my pussy was made for your cock. It just slid in so easy. It feels so good. Fuck Sir! Thank you, Sir!” “For what boy?” “For showing me who I truly am. I can’t imagine going back to how I was before. I can’t believe I ever thought I was a top. I can’t believe I ever thought I was anything other than a bottom. I can’t believe there was a time I didn’t know I was meant to be a sub. Fuck Sir! I want to be here to service your hard cock every morning. I want to be able to service you whenever you want.” I was bouncing so hard my ass made a slapping sound against Sir’s thighs. I was panting between breaths. Now his cock was inside me I needed his load. I needed to feel him cum. I needed to see him happy. “Just like that pig. Just like that. Fuck yes. I’m gonna fill you up. Keep riding my dick. Fucking slut!” “Please Sir! Please let me have your load! Please let me make you feel good! Please let me get you off! Please give me your cum!” “Fucking beg for it you cum hungry slut.” “Please! Please, please Sir! Breed me!” Sir grabbed me by the hips and forced me down as he thrust up into me. He jammed his cock balls deep inside me and started to unload. More thick hot sperm pumped into me and I collapsed forward onto his hairy chest. He picked my head up from where it lay on his shoulder and drew me close. For a long moment he just looked into my eyes, and then he kissed me. A deep passionate kiss. His tongue invaded my mouth, claiming it and treasuring it at the same time. He wrapped his big arms around me, his cock still twitching in my hole. “I’m so proud of you boy, and the faggot you’ve become.” “Thank you, Sir! Really thank you.” “You ready to reintroduce yourself to the world?” “Yes Sir! I am.” “Good boy, go get your phone. Its still with your clothes by the front door.” I got slowly off of Sir’s cock, and still naked except for my collar and cage, rushed downstairs. My clothes were folded neatly on the side table by the door. I fished my phone out of my pants pocket and ran back up to Sir’s bedroom before even checking it. “Alright boy,” said Sir, his own phone in his hand, “Here are the photos and videos from last night.” He AirDropped the over to me. “Let’s start with an easy one. Text the picture of you freshly locked and collared to your friend, Jack was it, as a thank you for helping you on your path.” I opened my texts with Jack. “I can’t wait to see what you look like owned! Have fun slut.” I smiled at Jack’s last message and then texted him the picture and added, “Thank you for your help, and all your loads.” Grinning I showed my phone to Sir. “Good boy,” he responded. “One more easy one. Send the same photo to the guy you found yesterday, and tell him if he ever needs a cumdump to message you and you’ll be right there.” Dutifully I did as Sir said and sent the picture and message. Just as I finished that Jack responded. “Holy fucking shit! You look so fucking hot as a sub. I cant wait to get in your owned faggot cunt. I hope Sir will share you with me.” I turned the phone to Sir who said, “Tell him my boys cunts are available to any real man so long as the promise to send them back with a cunt full of sperm.” “Sir says as long as you breed me good you can use me any time.” “Fuck yes! I can’t wait. I’m gonna breed you all the time!” “Alright boy. Now for the hard one. So, at my request you haven’t told your ex anything about what we’ve been doing. I’m guessing he might have seen you on that hook up app, he gets a lot of dick there, but neither of us have told him anything. He made a cuck of you for all those months taking my loads, begging for my cock, slowly becoming my boy; and now you’ve turned the table. You’ve made him a cuck as you transformed into my sub. Now you have to tell him. You’ve got to confess too. Just like telling you that he was really a cum slut was the only way for him to really become who he is; you telling him that you’re an owned faggot sub is the only way for you to completely become who you are. Tell him you have a confession to make, tell him how hot you found it seeing him get used that first day, and then tell him whats happened to you. When it’s right send him that same photo followed by the last video I sent you. Once you’ve done that come down stairs and find me.” “You’re not going to stay here Sir?” “No pig. You have to do this. It’s your last step. You need to do this to truly be who you are. You could have stopped at some many moments. You could have never come here, or just discovered a love of raw sex and no needed more. You could have been happy getting fucked by your college buddies. No the need inside you was too much. You have to finish your path. Tell Dan who you truly are and you and he will be my boys.” Sir caught me up in his arms and kissed me. With a pat on the ass he left the room still naked. I looked at myself in the mirror standing in the corner of the room for a moment. I took in my rumpled hair, the cum dried on my chest. I touched the chain around my neck, feeling its weight. My fingers fondled the lock resting just below my clavicle. Slowly they traced their way down my stomach to grasp the cage around my cock. I felt the wetness at the tip and lapped up my own precum. My one hand continued its journey along my body, finally coming to my ass. I felt my hairy cheeks crusted with dried cum from the night before. I felt my hole. I felt the slick wetness there. I felt my now battered hole. It was transformed. Five days ago it had been a tight college boy’s hole. It had only ever been fucked a handful of times, and always with a condom. Now… now my hole was loose enough to take a fist and full of loads from a dozen strangers. Sir was right. I picked up my phone again and pulled up my ex’s number. I was nervous. I wanted it to go well. I wanted him to be as turned on by my transformation as I had been his. I typed out a couple of greetings before finally landing on, “What no cage check this morning?” With my message sent I sat nervously on Sir’s bed looking at all the photos and videos he’d taken last night. It had been wild to experience but somehow looking at the images was even more shocking. I guess I’d never imagined what I looked like getting fucked, let alone what I looked like getting spit roasted or double penetrated. It looked like something from a porno. I flicked through watching as my hole slowly opened up becoming more and more red and bruised from the onslaught of cocks Sir had arranged for me. I stared into my own eyes as the bulged the first time I took two dicks at once. “Fuck yes! Use my pussy! Use me like the fucking faggot I am! Wreck me! Breed my cunt!” The words sounded like they’d come from someone else, even though it was my voice and I could see myself saying them in the video. A steady stream of precum was pouring from the end of my cage and my hole was practically quivering. My phone pinged. A picture of Dan standing fully naked in the locker room, his cage proudly on display filled my screen. “Happy?” he replied. “Very.” “You like seeing my caged cock don’t you?” “You have no idea how hot it is.” “Did you notice it’s smaller? Sir downsized me yesterday. He said he was going to use my old cage to break in a new faggot. Some dumb slut he’d corrupted.” “Dan I have a confession to make.” “What…?” “Those pics you sent that first night, when you told me about Sir were so fucking hot I was so turned on.” “I know you asked me all about it.” “Well there’s more. Sir texted me too. That night. He texted me saying that you were his now and sent me a pic of you with your head shaved, caged, and collared. I didn’t know what to do with it it was so hot.” “I know he sent that. He told me.” “Well he kept texting me. Telling me what a big slut he’d made you and… well… he sort of tripped me up into confessing that when I was watching all those videos of you getting bred I wasn’t jealous that someone else was fucking my boyfriend… I was jealous that I wanted to be the one getting bred.” “Fuck! Tommy did you bottom? Did you get bred?!” “Several times,” I replied, wildly underselling what a slut I had become. “Fuck that’s hot! Who bred you?” “Well… the first time… it was Sir.” “WHAT?!” “He was texting me about you.” I was typing as fast as I could, “Telling me how he’d corrupted you, and how you’d begged him to use you while we were still together. Once I said that I wasn’t jealous of other guys fucking you but that I wanted to get fucked like that he told me to come to his house the next day. I hadn’t intended to go, but then the time came and I just… I just obeyed.” “Are you serious?” “It was… it was intoxicating being around him. He had this power over me. I just wanted to submit to him. He got me to suck his cock, and then he ate my hole out for what felt like hours. He fingered me. Then finally… he fucked me and gave me my first load.” “Holy shit? When was this? Last night?” “No… five days ago. You were in the basement. You texted me saying he’d had you down there while he used some slut. It was me. I was the slut he was using. He told me that for boys like me getting bred was addictive. I thought he’d been exaggerating, but he was right. After that first load getting fucked by him again was all I could think about… but Sir said he wouldn’t fuck me again till I’d proven myself… till I was lost in the cock lust. Two nights ago I went to Tunnel with Jack and ended up getting bred by him in the bathroom… then his friend, and then I went home with Jack and he gave me another load. Plus one more in the morning…” “Are you telling me what I think you’re telling me…?” “Yesterday I downloaded a hook up app… and found this daddy. I begged him to breed me. So with Jack’s load still in me I went to his house and took his load too. Which was finally enough for Sir. He told me to come right over after I told him. He said I was ready to submit, and he made me into my true self.” Hands shaking I sent Dan the picture of me collared and caged, just like the one Sir had sent me of him. There was a long pause before Dan’s response came. “Holy shit. You’re telling the truth. You’re the dumb slut Sir caged yesterday. You’ve got the cage on I had before he downsized me. You’ve shaved your head. Fuck! I want to be mad but its so hot seeing you like that. Please tell me he wrecked your tight little cunt too!” “It’s not so tight or little now. When I got here yesterday he locked my cock up first. Then he took me to the playroom and fucked me with a massive dildo, followed by his fingers till his whole fist was inside me. After he bred my gaping hole he shaved and collared me. Then he invited all his friends over.” I sent a handful of the photos Sir had taken and the video of me taking my first double penetration confessing that I was a faggot into the camera. “Fuck! Where are you now?” “I’m in Sir’s bedroom. He’s waiting for me to come downstairs and tell him that I’ve confessed my true nature to you.” “What is your true nature? So far you’ve told me what you’ve done, not what you’ve become.” “I’m a faggot cumdump whore sub pig, made to be used and bred by real me. I’m Sir’s boy.” “Good boy, now you can go tell Sir you’ve confessed and hopefully I can come over and see your fucking wrecked cunt. Holy shit. Its so hot thinking about the guy who used to fuck me and pull out to cum on my ass is now a bottom. Not just a bottom a fucking sub whore with a ruined cum filled pussy! Fuck!” I rushed downstairs, my phone still in my hand, and found Sir sitting naked at the table drinking a cup of coffee. “I did it Sir! I confessed!” “Let me see your phone, I want to see what you two said.” Obediently I handed over my phone. Sir took a moment scrolling through my messages with Dan, a smile slowly growing on his face. When he looked up at me he was beaming. “That was perfect boy, and he took it even better than I thought he would.” Sir took up his own phone and sent a text. A moment later my phone buzzed and I looked down to see a group message with both me and Dan. “Boy, come over. I want to show you the faggot your ex boyfriend’s become.” Dan’s text was almost instant, “Yes Sir! Be right there!” Sir took me down to the playroom while we waited for Dan. He must have run over because less than ten minutes later we heard the front door open and then a moment later Dan came pelting down the basement steps already naked. From my position kneeling on the floor in front of Sir I took in Dan’s transformed boy for the first time in person. The cage around his cock was only an inch and a half long, and his cock was straining against it. His pert chest perfectly framed the gold lock hanging from his chain. He looked fucking sexy. “On the floor next to the other one,” Sir said by way of greeting. Without saying anything to me Dan knelt down next to me and faced Sir. “Before I leave you two to get reacquainted as your true selves I want to explain how things are going to work for around here. Collectively you will be known as my pigs, and from now on you are boy,” he pointed at Dan, “and you are faggot,” he pointed at me. “Boys and faggots are not the same. Boys are cumdumps, hungry little sluts. They live to be fucked. Faggots are subs, they serve everyone. Boys even get to play with faggots from time to time. That’s just who the two of you are. I didn’t make you that way, I just helped you figure it out. While it might be weird for you both for a little while, I think you’ll both settle into your new lives quite nicely. “No I imagine the two of you are eager to spend some time discovering what’s changed about each other in the last week. SO, I’m going to leave you alone down here to get to know each other again. Ill be upstairs working. Then this afternoon you’re each gonna go visit a couple of friends of mine who don’t have pigs of their own. You two have fun… oh and boy, you might be excited to know yesterday your ex learned he loves drinking right from the tap.” With that Sir left, and Dan… boy and I were left kneeling on the floor. We waited till Sir had gone up the steps and closed the door to move. “Go get in the piss corner,” boy said grinning wickedly. “I wanna unload down your throat before I get my tongue in your cummy pussy.” “What?” “You heard what Sir said… Faggots serve boys. So open up.” Neither of us spent much time at our apartments from then on. If we weren’t at class we were usually at Sir’s place servicing either him or his friends. Sometimes we’d go out with our friends from college. A few of them thought maybe we were still together because we were still so clothes. Others were confused by the shift in our dynamic. Most however knew exactly what we were and took advantage of that fact often. Jack fucked me every day after out Stats class all the next semester. I saw the Daddy at least one a week. I drank every load of Sir and boy’s piss that I could. In my free time I rode bigger and bigger toys till Sir had to start buying new ones. I loved what I had become. I had found my purpose. I am an idiot faggot sub cumdump pig whore. I was made to be used and bred. I’m a hole for men. I’m Sir’s faggot.

what would you guys think if I hosted a zoom room of our own? You can party or not. Keep it legal for the most part…. I’d say cameras need to be on. And we can come and go during hosted times. any interest? I don’t know how to do the DJ thing so let’s TALK. HIT ME UP WITH YOUR INTEREST!

Sweaty but if there's a stink it's gotta be a 'fresh' stink from recent exertion, not stale. Definitely no deodorant or aftershave!

How about the group "humans"? Is that too broad for people because it doesn't drill down specifically to "male"? Categories work hierarchically. In biology, we recognize kingdoms (Animalia), phyla (Chordata), classes (Mammalia), orders (primates), families (Hominidae), genera (Homo) and species (sapiens), but we, as humans, are members of each group above that (along with a lot of non-human things). Just because you don't see any connection with the T or Q parts of that grouping doesn't mean that, at some level, we're all grouped into that category by people outside of it. When I hear people get snitty and say that they're not "LGBTQ" because they're just gay (or worse, they're men who have sex with men but they're not any of those "letters", I have to wonder what kind of drugs they're taking that lets them experience that kind of cognitive dissonance.

I am really into socks and love guys who wear socks while having sex. As a bottom, it makes my pucker hole totally twitch! I went through a phase when I was young where I would go to bathhouses and if a guy came into my room, wanting to fuck me and was wearing his socks, I would barter with him. I would notify the guy I was really into socks and loved a guy fucking me full of cum while he wore his socks. I would then offer to let the guy dump his load up inside of me in exchange for me keeping his socks afterwards. During those moments, I loved my boldness, which is not normal for me, but my urges took control and made me speak up. I also found it hot and naughty to engage in this conversation with guys...Me broaching the subject and waiting to see if me being the guy's cum dump would motivate him enough to give me his socks, was so fucking hot. When a guy would take me up on my offer, I would almost cum right then and there without touching myself. Then having a guy fuck me and grunt and then as he starts to feel post-nut clarity, remove his socks and hand them to me as a thank you for being his cum dump...FUCK! If a guy came into my room and was not wearing his socks, I would offer up my hole as a cum dump if he would go get his socks and wear them while he fucked me. It was so fucking hot to have a guy agree to that and tell me he would be right back as he left my room to go get his socks. Sometimes he would cum back wearing his socks and sometimes the guy would carry the socks back and put them on in my room, right before sticking his cock up my hole. There were times when guys would tell me they wanted to fuck me but were not ready to cum yet. I would offer my hole up for fucking now without him dumping his load if he would wear his socks while fucking me. There was no sock exchange without the load being deposited inside of me but it was great having a guy use his cock to churn previous loads of cream into butter deep inside my hole! There were some guys who were not ready to cum, who fucked me in the short-term and promised to cum back when they were ready to cum. While not all guys came back, some guys did! It was so fucking hot to have a guy come back, sometimes hours later, wearing his socks and announcing he was now ready to cum inside of me! There was one summer I spent some time in Phoenix. I spent a full three day holiday weekend at the bathhouse doing "The Sock Exchange." I put a bit of a twist on it that time: I had the first guy fuck me full of cum and leave me his socks. I then took my socks off and wore the first guy's socks while I waited for my second load to walk into my room. Once the second guy came inside of me and gave me his socks, I put his socks on to wear while I waited to get my third load. I did this all weekend long and ended up wearing 25 pairs of socks and taking 32 loads of cum! To explain: There were some guys who wanted to dump their loads in me but they did not wear socks to the bathhouse. For those guys, I asked them if they would be willing to wear a pair of my socks. They all agreed. What they did not know is the socks I gave them to wear were technically mine...but they originally came from one of the guys who previously fucked me full of cum earlier that weekend. That meant more than one guy wore the same pair of socks while they fucked me full of cum! Alas, the weekend came to an end and I look my 25 pairs of socks home with me. I wore all of those socks afterwards, different pairs each day while I lived my life doing my normal routine...Going to work, hanging out with friends, and doing everything in between. Throughout each day, I thought about the socks that I wore that day and the specific guy or guys who fucked me full of cum while wearing them. I have each guy wearing their specific socks engrained in my memory. I especially remember all of the details each night as I lie on my bed stroking out a load of cum, thinking about the guy and the socks and the fuck experience! P.S.: I have more experience with other guys' clothes and will share those sometime soon...

Sitting in a uber now after I've been bred and DP'd by a couple all through lunchtime. Total of 7 loads today (and counting lol)

Stop using LGBTQ+ to talk about a group of people who have nothing in common with each other. LGB people are same sex attracted and have a sexual orientation. The rest of the alphabet is feelings and identities

Could you please try to explain your point by using actual words?

Partly correct. He was removed from the Navy RESERVE, not active duty military, for a positive drug test. That, however, would not have resulted being locked up and the key thrown away, even if his name was D'Quintal Jones, because failing a drug test is not, by itself, a crime at all. It can be a parole or probation violation, or a violation of a court order if one is ordered, but not because your employer tested you and discharged you because of the test. Nor was he was not charged "for the gun". He was charged with lying on a gun purchase application. The wording on the form is itself problematic - it asks "Are you an unlawful user of, or addicted to, marijuana or any depressant, stimulant, narcotic drug, or any other controlled substance?" How far back does "are you an unlawful user of" go? If someone tried pot at 15 and is trying to buy a gun at age 30, is he "an unlawful user" at the present time? If he last used five years ago? A year ago? Last month? Last week? What if that recent time was the only time he's ever done it? That wording alone should disqualify the question as invalid because it's open to interpretation and there's no objective standard for measurement of whether the person is truthfully answering, unless he's literally under the influence at the moment he filled out the form. And under the Bruen decision, from a few years back, any government restriction on the purchase, ownership, or possession of a firearm must have a historical analogue dating to the time of the drafting of the Second Amendment. Were there, in fact, any laws restricting people who used drugs - to the extent there were any drugs in these categories - from owning firearms? I doubt it seriously. If you can point to any large number of people being convicted of lying on this form, much less serving any significant amount of jail time, I might concede you have a point. But the vast majority of federal firearms charges aren't for lying on this kind of form. They're for stealing guns. Or for possession of one while a felon. And Biden wasn't even charged with illegally possessing the gun - just with lying on the form. Apples and oranges. So no, if he was Hunter Jones from any of those cities, he wouldn't be locked up. He wouldn't have been charged, period, under these facts.

I met my ex 3 years ago online. He was completely different than anyone I had dated before. He was a tall muscular top that was very dominant both in and out of bed. I fell hard for him and found him very hard to resist. Shortly after we started dating, he took me to Steamworks in Chicago. He told me it was his fantasy to watch his bf get fucked by other guys. I was very nervous considering I had never done anything like this before. After we got settled in the room, he threw me face down on the bed and started rimming/fingering my ass. For some reason, it burnt while he was doing it. He wasn't using much lube so I just assumed it was that. After he was done, he told me to stay face down while he went and walked around. When he knocked on the door, I made sure I was in position. I started feeling really horny due to the booty bump he gave me without me knowing. After about 20 min. he knocked and I got ready. He sat down in front of me and told me to suck his cock. After telling me to keep my eyes focused on him, I felt a hand on my ass. The guy he let in started fingering me and I felt the same burn again while he was doing it. After allowing me to take a hit of poppers, the guy behind me lined his cock up to my ass and started pushing inside me. My eyes widened and my bf said everything was ok that he asked the guy if he was neg already. The guy was pretty big and once he slide all the way in, he started pounding my ass. I was really starting to loosen up at this point. I couldn't believe how much I liked what was going on. At some point, the guy must have reached around and opened the door. I was so focused on my bf that when they guy slipped out, I didn't realize that he let someone else slide in. When my bf was done watching, he fucked me several times that night. I left that night thinking the cum in my ass was his, but the two guys that fucked me, stealthed my ass while my bf enjoyed every minute. About a year into our relationship, my bf started introducing chems into our sex life. Love makes you do crazy things and I gave in to him immediately. He told me that the only way to play was bb to enhance the experience. He then told me he had been doing it for months without me knowing. We started hooking up with guys regularly on the weekend. He always watched them fuck me and I never said no to anyone he invited over. I was so fucked up by the end of the weekend that I had to start smoking on the weekdays to just stay awake. As a result, I was always horny and I started looking for other ways to get cock. During my lunch breaks, I would walk over to the cruisy bathroom down the street and suck cock or get fucked. Taking loads from anyone who was there. Afterwards, I would text my bf and tell him what I was doing. He really started to get into this and even started posting CL ads to find guys to fuck me. He would text me their addresses and tell them they would be waiting. Most of the time it was anonymous and I let these guys fuck me without ever seeing them. I couldn't stop what I was doing. The tina was starting to take hold. About 6 months ago, I was slammed for the first time. We had gone to Mans Country in Chicago and he set up a gang fuck before we got there. He told me that this would be the last time he would want me to party. I had no idea what was about to happen. After the rush, I couldn't see straight and I was beyond fucked up. For the first time ever, he reached into our bag and pulled out a hood. With my hands and legs restrained in the sling, I couldn't resist him putting it on and all I could do was mumble. Once he was done setting things up, he opened the door. I couldn't say anything. I just had to watch as guy after guy came in and fucked my ass. I had never had more than 1 or 2 guys playing around with me at one time. I was scared and horny all at the same time. Each time someone slid inside me, you could hear the wetness of the cum as my insides were lubed up. After the 3rd guy, everyone just used the cum that was leaking out of my ass as lube. I heard some of the guys talking with him about some toys they had back in their room. He told them to go get them and that he would get me ready for their return. He closed the door and never took off the hood. I couldn't say anything and I was completely under his control. He tightened the restraints and it was at that point when he said that this had been his plan all along. He had always wanted to take someone and turn them into a bb cumdump that was addicted to meth. I started to cry and he just looked at me and smiled. I craved tina and cum every day now and this was what he always wanted. He let the guys back in and they said they brought a surprise. They pulled out 4 points and said that had one for each of us. It was at that point my bf said the most surprising thing, he didn't party. I had never noticed all this time that he was getting me high and not doing it himself. He then told them that I would be more than happy to take a double slam. As they slid the needles in my arm, my bf slipped his dick in me for the last time. He came in no time and he watched me take off when the last drop was inside me. The rush was so intense and wearing a hood only intensified it. I couldn't do anything but sit there and squirm while the two guys slammed and then started playing with my ass. My bf had cum in me for the last time. He started packing up his things and told the two guys that this had always been my fantasy. He whispered in my ear goodbye and told me that he would be moving out. He left the guys enough money to renew the room when my time was up and he pulled out one last surprise before he left. Another full syringe that he told the guys was there for them to use. I watched as I was fisted and double fucked with dildos. All I did was moan in pleasure. I felt so good that I forgot what had just happened with my bf and I let the tina take over. While they were playing with my ass, I started to leak piss. They collected it in a water bottle and then proceed to give me a piss enema not only with my piss but theirs. My high only intensified as my vision was blurry and the ringing in my ears getting louder. They went and took a break for a few. When they came back they asked if I wanted to stay there or go back to their playroom at their house. For the first time in hours, the hood was unzipped and I could speak. All I could say was I didn't care. They could use me however they wanted or leave me there alone. They asked if I would try to leave if they loosened the restraints. I was so broken at this point that I said no. All I wanted was to get fucked and asked if they would help me. We got dressed and headed to their place. Fast forward to now. I quit my retail job and moved out of my apartment once I started slamming. The two guys I met at Mans Country agreed to let me stay with them as long as I paid rent and I was available to them 24/7. I earn extra money by escorting since I can't seem to hold a job. All I care about is my high and getting fucked. I never thought that I would become this person, but once I gave in, I found that nothing else really matters.

As much white cock as I have nut in me, kind of a surprise I’m still negative lol. But the chase is the other fun part. ☣️🥵😈

It ended up being the Dads on the Boys. Steve, Hamish and me all took turns fucking all 4 boys except John couldn’t manage Hamish’s cock but he did take mine, Steve’s and Dwayne’s. Hamish seeded Drew and Dwayne, Steve seeded Ryan, and I fucked my load up John’s arse. The Dad’s all loved fucking John since he’s the newest lad to our group so I did tell him that we want him to be the only bottom at our next group session and that we all shoot our loads up his arse. He’s agreed but doesn’t think he can take Hamish’s cock up his hole. He’s happy to suck Hamish off though. So next session will be at least 6 loads up John’s arse and one in his mouth.

Part 4 I slept most of the day Saturday, waking up to piss sometime in the afternoon. It came out quite dark and with a different smell than usual. I figured I was dehydrated and downed another glass of water before crashing back in bed. I woke up to eat dinner as my stomach was hurting from only eating a banana for breakfast. I threw a frozen dinner in the microwave and sat down at the table to wait. Curious, I started googling tina wanting to know more about what I smoked last night. I slobbered up real quick once I realized it was short for crystal meth. I panicked, it was a dangerous drug that could affect my health. I scrolled through articles before I hit a blog by some dude talking about the affects of meth and sex. He claimed that although it was a dangerous drug, it actually enhanced experience and feelings that men received during sex. I thought to myself, if done in moderation with lots of preparation it's actually not a bad thing. I was trying to convince myself that what I had done the night before wasn't horrific and I was not an addict. I shook it off and reheated my dinner as it got cold after sitting there for a while. As I laid in bed later, I thought about last night. I had tried a few things that I no longer had to do again if I didn't want to. I didn't have to smoke meth again, I tried it and now I am done with it. Sunday passed by uneventful, did some cleaning around the apartment, got groceries and played some video games. Work was a great distraction on Monday, a good start to getting back to normal. It was Thursday night before I thought about the apps again. I probably had so many messages waiting to be read. As luck would have it, as soon as I picked up my phone a text message came through from Joe (Papi). I had forgotten he had put his number in my phone last weekend. Papi: Hey sexy, what are you up to this weekend? Me: I don't know, I haven't made any plans yet. I was debating going to a movie or something. Papi: You should come over again, someone misses you. What followed was a couple pictures of his rock hard cock from different angles. My mouth started watering a bit as I stared at each one before I finally responded back. Me: I'm not sure I should, last weekend was fun and I'm grateful for the experience. However, the smoking was to much for me so I can't come over. Papi: We don't have to smoke at all boy. You can just suck my cock and if you feel like fucking we can. We can go at whatever pace you want. Me: (completely naive) Promise? Papi: You enjoyed it last weekend, just saying. Come over and we will have some fun, no pressure to do anything. Me: ...... Me: Okay I guess. What time should I come over? Papi: 8 is fine. Park around back, there is a lot you can use so your car's not out on the street. Me: okay. I went to bed that night excited and nervous for Friday night having completely forgotten to check what other messages I may have gotten. I rushed through work on Friday and ended up getting ready to early. I cleaned out extra good just in case I decided to let him fuck me. Once it got closer to 8, I hopped in my car and started driving to his apartment. Parking was easy and I was knocking at his door before I knew it. The door cracked open for a second before opening fully to reveal Papi standing in just a jock. "Come on in, I have been so horny thinking about you." I laughed nervously "thank you." "Head on back, you remember where my bed is," he said with a slap on my ass. I noticed as soon as I got next to his bed, he already had his supplies lined up on the stand ready to go. I decided in that moment I wasn't going to smoke again, he could if he wanted to but I wasn't. "Here have a drink before we get started" he said handing me a water bottle. It was the same nasty drink as last time but stronger. I gaged after talking a large gulp. "What is that!" I exclaimed. "That's just some ghb mixed in, it helps loosen you up." Oh great, another drug that I don't know what it does. I should have known better from last time but just no smoking. The fuzzy feeling was coming back, stronger than last time. "Why don't you get undressed, I feel lonely being the only naked one here." I hadn't noticed that he had slid down his jock and was sporting a hard cock. Getting undressed was difficult as I became clumsy from the ghb I drank. While I was struggling, I heard the torch click and the sound of him taking a hit. I could feel the warm cloud being blown my way as the torch clicked again. Finally after getting my jockstrap off I turned to find him standing right behind me. He leaned in to kiss me, slipping his tongue in after a few seconds. His hand holding the torch gripped the back on my head as he blew a massive cloud into my lungs. "Mhmm good boy, let's get you into the clouds." I coughed a couple times exhaling his hit. "I don't want to smoke Papi," I sputtered out but that feeling of energy and horniness started coming back to me. He had already lit the pipe again, drawing in another hit and shotgunned me before I could protest furrher. After the fourth shotgun, I realized I had caved but was quickly sucked back into the the horniness that only meth could provide. He gave me the pipe and torch to start taking my own hit while he readied the bong. I only got to take two hits before he took the pipe away from me. "I knew you wanted it boy. Don't look so sad, I'm going to teach you how to take big hits off the bong. Hop up on the bed," he said. As I crawled up on the bed, he grabbed my ankles and flipped me over. He got up on top of me and ground his cock into my dicklet as he started kissing me. I wrapped my arms around him as we kissed, trying to pull him closer so I could have all of him. He worked his way down my neck, leaving me a new hickey on each side. My nipples were next as he sucked, bit and chewed on them till I was almost screaming in pain and pleasure. He slammed his mouth back against mine to shut me up while my nipples throbbed against his chest. "Come sit up here with me, I want you to blow some more clouds." As I leaned up against his headboard with all the pillows, he grabbed the bong he already had loaded with Tina from earlier. As he spoke to me, I nodded along eager to smoke more. "I'm going to show you how to breath in with this first hit and then it's all on you. Same as the pipe, start breathing once you see the smoke. The water filters some of the smoke so it's less harsh and you can take a larger hit." I don't know how much larger of a hit I can take as I already felt maxed out when I hit off the pipe. I watched as he took his hit and blew out this massive cloud at me. He then brought the bong to my mouth and coached me through. I sucked and sucked, feeling my lungs stretch to new heights. He finally took the torch away but told me to hold it. After an agonizing minute, he told me to breath and I let out a cloud where I couldn't even see him. I heard him laugh before the click of the torch and the bong was brought back to my lips. As I took this hit, he said now your going to hold this one and shotgun it to me. I was ready to burst before he pull my head to his and started a makeout that lasted a few minutes. How did I get here, I thought. This feels fucking amazing and the last fleeting thought before I gave in to the smoke was I didn't want to smoke again. He pulled me out of my thoughts when he broke the kiss and brought the bong back to my lips. I was sucking in my third massive hit when he told me this time your going to blow it out on my cock. He held the bong there for a bit longer until he saw a little smoke coming out of my nose. "Hold that smoke in boy, don't you fucking let it out." My lungs were hurting from holding in so much smoke. I quickly got on his cock and started sucking my way down. Halfway my lungs gave out and smoke started coming out my nose. His hand pushed on my head, forcing me to deepthroat his cock in one swoop. I moaned around his cock as I floated in a cloud. The pressure holding me down let up and I began to bob my head on his cock while taking in my first breathe of fresh air. While I was blowing him, Papi reached down to pull my ass closer to him so I was kneeling next to his side. I was so focused on his cock that I almost missed his finger sliding in my hole. He quickly moved to two and then three fingers, really trying to stretch my hole. I started pulling off his cock when I felt a fourth finger trying to enter my ass. His hand pressed down on my head "just relax boy, if you keep tensing up I won't be able to fuck you." It didn't make sense but the fear of not getting fucked made me try harder. I started sucking him harder while also really pushing out my ass. All four fingers slid right into my hole and Papi went to work. Twisting his hand around, wiggling his fingers, and finally shoving in until his thumb stopped him. I was shaking at this point, the unbelievable pressure I was feeling in my ass mixed with the ecstasy of sucking his cock. I would have sworn I had cum during all that action but he never acknowledged if I did. He just kept working my holes until he was ready. I first felt his cock get stiffer, then his balls tightened up before I swallowed his first shot. He was moaning telling me to take it and swallow his load. I worked hard to swallow it all and not choke on the volume of cum he was shooting. He let up on my head so I was able to pull off to nurse his head and taste his cum. It was so much better right from his cock versus fingering my ass to taste. I rested my head on his stomach, taking a few deep breaths now that I could breathe not just through my nose. I had to have been sucking his cock for an hour or so I thought. His hand stayed in my ass while his thumb was rubbing on the outside of my hole. A few minutes went by and he asked me "what kinks do you like?" "Well since this is only my second time doing anything sex wise, I guess I'm not sure. I love feeling your fingers in my ass and I guess I would like to be fisted. Not right now though! Maybe next time. I'm willing to try anything, first time for everything and how will I know unless I try it" I stammered out. "Let's try something, I've always wanted a little piggy and I have to piss real bad. Put my cock in your mouth and don't spill a fucking drop." I was nervous about what he meant but why the hell not, got to try it. I locked my lips around his cock and waited. He started slow, the piss dribbling out into my mouth before he let loose. It was strong and slightly acidic but I didn't think it was that bad. Probably all the meth I had smoked fucked up my taste buds but I started swallowing as quickly as I could. What I didn't know was that he had been smoking for a hour before I got there so I was swallowing a very potent load of chempiss. I worked to get the last few drops out of his cock before taking his cock to the root and blowing him again. I was so high that the only thing that existed to me was his cock. I did not pay attention to see him on his phone messaging someone. Afterwards, he pulled his fingers and told me to lay down. He climbed ontop of my ass and slid his semi hard cock easily into my hole. I could feel him rocking his cock in and out of my ass, being stretched out he easily gaped my hole. The torch clicked as I heard him taking a hit before feeling it being blown down towards my ass. The next hit he held onto for a second before popping his cock out and blowing it into my gaped hole. He did this a couple more times, thrusting his cock in me to open my hole up before blowing a huge cloud of tina inside. He laid down on my back thrusting his cock deep in my ass. I heard the torch again as his hips ground into me and I felt a big cloud around my head. He reached his arms around my head as he placed the pipe in my mouth and lit it. Over the next several minutes, I took 5 more hits off the pipe. I was moaning and trying to buck my hips up to get more of his cock into my hole. He whispered in my ear, "I have a surprise for you boy." I was confused because what could he be talking about. I laid there getting pounded for a few more minutes. The chempiss I swallowed and those hits made my high shoot right through the roof. I was a moaning, blubbering mess. The bed suddenly sank down in front of me and startled me. I clenched down on Papi's dick before I looked up to see a cock in my face.

I don't believe taking a man's sperm is humiliating at all. On the contrary sharing semen, whether in your mouth or in your anus is incredibly intimate

Part 3 Driving home proved to be a struggle. Any bump or pot hole in the road caused a throb in my ass. I could feel a bit more of Papi's cum leak out. Thankfully being the early morning meant no traffic so I sped a little. I started undressing as soon as I got in the door with the intentions of hoping right in the shower. Bending over caused another throb in my hole that stirred my cock. I was still very high but my dick started to look normal instead of a shriveled tina dicklet. I reclined on my couch, propping my legs up and started jerking off. I looked up some porn, but a tinge of frustration crept in the back of my head as to why my dick wasn't as hard as normal. My frustration grew more when I didn't feel anything watching my normal videos. I skipped through a handful of them trying to find something to stir my cock. I had a mini flashback to a few hours earlier. I was shotgunning hits to Papi and he was coaching me to "smoke that tina." On a whim, I put in the search bar "smoking tina" and was rewarded with a page full of videos. The first thumbnails were of a guy sitting alone with a pipe and their fat cock. I clicked the first one and it was a short video of a black guy holding the pipe and torch taking a hit. He held it for a few seconds before blowing a thick white cloud down his chest onto his massive cock. The clip ended with him strocking his cock and a bead of precum forming on his head. I was stunned, it took me a second before I hit the replay button and re watched the video at least 15 more times. Something about that pipe, the massive cloud rolling down his body and his huge fucking dick got to me. Unknown to me, my right hand had wandered down my balls, past my taint to my hole. I had started rubbing it using the leftover lube and cum leaking out. I was shocked because it felt amazing. I pressed my hole harder, slipping a finger in to the first knuckle. I gasped feeling my hole get pentrated again and when I pulled out I could see my tip was wet. I brought it up to my face and I could smell his cum. My tongue reached out to lick my finger, it tasted salty but like Papi. I stuck my finger completely in my mouth to suck the rest off. "Next time I want him to cum in my mouth," I thought. "I want to taste it all." The next few minutes turned into me watching more videos of guys smoking and playing with their cocks. My hand returned to my ass to stick my spit slick finger in my cummy hole. I was digging my finger into my ass trying to get more cum out. I wanted to taste more of Papi's cum. Eventually I got so horny that my finger just stayed in my ass, playing with my prostate. I paused as I clicked on the next video which was a pov shot. I could see down this white guys chest to the second younger guy on his knees holding his cock. From the side, guy1 brought a bong and torch into view where the guy2 started sucking in the smoke. The bong and torch went away while I watched guy2 take all 7 inches down his throat. He deepthroated the thick cock with ease, pressing his nose in the pubes before exhaling a massive cloud out his nose. He started giving a deep blowjob, stopping every few strokes to nuzzle his pubes before coming back off. This went on for a few minutes. During that time, I added a second finger to my hole and was scissoring them in and out. I was amazed yet again how good fingering my ass felt. Subconsciously I wished that Papi was on the couch with me, his fingers in my ass while he encouraged me to get ready for his cock. By the time guy2 took a third hit, I had three fingers in my ass and was moaning so loud I couldn't hear the video. The video ended after that third hit and I was immediately onto the next, fingers thrusting in and out of my hole. By the third video, I stopped to connect my phone to the TV. I needed my left hand to finger my hole so my cum and lube covered fingers could jack my cock. I thrusted three dry fingers into my ass. Didn't think them being dry going in, the twinge of pain I felt made me hornier. It felt like the first time Papi shoved three fingers into my ass. I couldn't keep track of time. Over the next hour or so I watched several more videos. Each time I pictured myself as the guy taking those massive hits and blowing them out on each cock. I caught myself several times moaning out "Papi... Papi... Papi..." It was during one of those drawn out moans where I really started to finger bang my hole. I had closed my eyes and imagined myself a few hours earlier. I was on my back, Papi leaning over me and cock thrusting in my ass. I could feel my balls start to tighten up and the next slam of my fingers in shot ropes of cum out of my cock. I layed gasping as I pulled my fingers out of my ass. My dick stopped shooting cum and was dribbling out that last of my load. After a couple minutes, I realized how parched my mouth felt and the exhaustion in my limbs. Slowly picked myself up off the couch, turned off the TV and headed for the shower. I stopped in the kitchen for a tall glass of water and a banana to eat. The hot water felt amazing on my sore muscles. I soaped up and started cleaning my body off. When the washcloth reached my ass, the feeling it rubbing on my hole made me moan out. "Dammit! I'm too tired to do this again," I said outloud. I hurried to finish, wanting nothing more than to go to sleep By the time I crawled into bed, it was almost 8 am. The tina still in my system kept me up a bit more, replaying the events of last night. I was no longer a virgin but was amazed I lost it to such a massive cock. I drifted to sleep thinking I was back between Papi's legs, cock in my face and a huge cloud was being blown in my face.

Bob spoke near my ear, ‘Welcome back, Faggot. You are in for a long night of raping and recharging. Random strangers are going to fuck and use you. Who knows, maybe some of them might know you, see you in the streets and know what a slutty cumdump you are, and you will never know who they are. These men mean business. They mean to fuck… Hard. They won’t give a shit how you feel. They will just force their way into you with their dirty cocks. Use the last bloke’s cum as their lube. And if it is all churned up and dry, they will probably piss in you or pour beer in you to keep you wet. Hell, some of these guys won’t even do that. Some of these guys want you dry. Dry so your hole grips their cocks while they fuck you hard and rip the inner walls of your arse to be sure they recharge you.’ Barry’s pace as he fucked, picked up. I moaned under the increasing pain of his raping. He grabbed my chin to make me look into his eyes. There was desire and fury in his overwhelming stare. ‘LOOK AT ME WHILE I BREED YOU!’ Barry called out. I locked onto his piercing eyes. ‘Fuck yeah!’ ‘Charge up the cunt.’ ‘You’re nothing but a fuck rag tonight. Every cock that fucks you will strip a bit of your soul away. You will become an empty vessel for these blokes to dump their dirty poz seed into. No doubt other diseases.’ Bob continued. ‘Tim over here has syphilis.’ Someone in the crowd roared. ‘Common Barry, I can’t wait any longer. I need to cum.’ Another called out. I could hear the words of encouragement from the crowd. Oh God, I thought. I’m being pozzed. Fuck! These guys think I am Poz. I tried to speak. I tried to yell and tell them that I’m neg. ‘Oh, look here. The fuck rag wants to speak.’ Bob was still behind my shoulders, holding me still so the hard fucking from Barry hit harder. He undid my gag. ‘I’M NEG! OH GOD, I’M NEG. PLEASE STOP!’ Barry stopped. Cock held still deep in my stretched-out hole. ‘Neg?’ ‘YES! Please. You need to stop.’ I could hear the gasps from the crowd. ‘Bahaha.’ Barry burst out laughing, ‘Oh boy. We have a converter. Oh, you are fucked tonight, fuck rag. Bob, grab the bag of T.’ Bob handed the bag over. Barry pulled out what I thought was quite a large shard. Barry pulled his cock out. He was careful, and I felt his knob pull on my outer ring slightly as he exited. For the first time in a little while, I felt empty. He pressed the shard against my puffy hole and held it there with his cock. Bob pressed a brown bottle under my nose. ‘A big whiff.’ I did as I was told. Bob repeated the same thing with my other nostril. I felt an instant buzz and oddly relaxed. But it was short-lived as Barry forced his cock back into me, pushing the sharp rock into my tender hole. I could feel it scrape my inner walls as it entered. I scream in pain. The crowd roared in a mixture of laughter and sexual excitement. Like before, Barry just started fucking hard and relentless. The agony of torture shuttered through me as I felt the burn in my hole. This didn’t go on for too long before I had a sudden urge to want to be fucked. This desperate need to remain full crept in. The T was kicking in. ‘I don’t think I can hold on much longer.’ Barry announced in an unsteady voice. ‘Knowing that you are neg has got me too excited… FUCK! I can feel it. I’m about to shoot my poz load in you. Fuckkkk! Are you on prep?’ ‘No!’ I moaned in my confusing state of excitement.’ ‘Fuck! Argh, Ahhh!!. Fuck, I’m cumming!!’ Barry held tight, deep inside me. He bent over my body, head pressed against my chest and I felt his cock pump jet after jet of his toxic load into me. ‘Hurry up, Barry. I can’t wait any longer.’ The last vision I saw before Bob slipped the blindfold over my eyes was Barry being pushed out of the by an older, hairless man with a long, possibly 10-inch cock. I couldn’t see his face in the shadows, but I could tell he was easily in his 60s. Barry's slick cock yanked out of my hole, and the old man pushed his knob in. His cock pushed into my puffy hole with force as my blindfold slipped over my eyes. The night was a trail of cock after cock being fucked into me. I was drunk on cum, T and poppers. Occasionally, someone would press a rag over my face, forcing me to breathe, and I would have a sudden out-of-body moment. There were times when I must have been vacant from my mind and body as, at points, I would wake feeling that there was someone different fucking me. There was a point where I woke up with the blindfold off, and I saw this old hairy man with saggy man tits, easily in his 80s, pumping away at my loose hole. I watched him stare at my smooth young body while he licked his scaly lips, entirely in his own world while he fucked away at me. Then he groaned and moaned. I knew what he was doing. ‘Fuck yeah faggot!’ Someone in the crowd yelled out. ‘The guy has full-blown AIDS.’ ‘What a pig. I have never seen a cunt take so much dirty cum.’ The old man pulled out; I felt my loose hole try to hold in all the cum, but it was too much. Gush after gush of random loads squirted out of me. This didn’t last long. Another random old man entered me, while the blindfold went over my eyes and a pipe pressed me to mouth. ‘Smoke.’ I took 3 massive hits. I was spun. My body was wet with sweat and piss. Guys pissed on me; some even made me drink their piss as they made me suck their cock. I could taste the resentence of cum and arse juices. I never cleaned out, so there was always this worry that all these cocks might reach something I don’t want to taste. But my mind was too fucked to think too heavily about that thought, and by this stage, there was no telling how long I was here and how many strangers fucked and bred me. The room smelt like a dirty bathroom. Occasionally a bloke will just walk over and cum over my face or chest. I could even feel it dry and crust in my hair. Looking in the mirror, I could not recognise the reflection beaming down on me. Bob said I would become nothing but a cum rag. And that’s precisely what I could see looking down on me. ‘Hey guys,’ I heard Barry call out. ‘Who wants to double dick the cunt?!’ Fuck no. I thought. But strangely, I felt my cock tingle at the thought. I have never had two dicks in me at once. ‘Look at this. The fuck rag is getting a stiffie over the thought of being fucked by two cocks at once.’ There was a keyboard tone ringing in the background. Was someone on a computer? I thought. ‘Hang on, boys. I’m about to cum.’ Said the guy raping my hole. He picked up his pace; he was getting close. The keyboard sound was getting louder and louder, as he pumped harder and harder. ‘HERE I CU…..’ ‘Wake up.’ I felt my body being shaken. ‘Wake up.’ My eyes opened to my face pressed heavily against my computer keyboard. Then, my eyes adjusted to see my boyfriend looking down at me. ‘What are you doing?' I turned my head, and in my hazy eyesight, I could see my computer screen with a X-twitter on the browser and an image of two older blokes fucking a younger guy on an ottoman with big, bold writing across the images saying, Retweet if you love strangers pozzing you. ‘Are you into poz play? Do you want to get pozzed?’ ‘What? Um, what?’ ‘You disgusting pig. I knew there was a reason I couldn’t touch you. Have you been getting fucked by poz guys?’ ‘No.’ I mumbled. ‘But you want to?’ I couldn’t find the strength to speak. ‘Maybe, I should whore you out. Sell off your status.’ My ears twitched. Did I hear that right? I thought. I looked up at my boyfriend, who had this evil grin. ‘Let’s make some money, faggot.’ The corner of his grin slightly lifted. ‘Maybe I need to give you a little bit of influence.’ And he held up a bag of T.

The house was worn and weathered. I was light on my feet but heavy in my arms. I was upright, but only with the help of the two Bears. My senses and my mind started to return when we entered. The interior was no better than the outside. The furniture was old and tattered, and it was from an era I was not born in. The leather couches were torn and worn down. The walls were dirty, smoke-stained white, and covered in graffiti with provocative imagery. Cocks, Arse, fuck scenes, all kinds of gay male pig fantasies, and the carpet was sticky like an old pub. The odour wafting was a mixture of body fluid matted deep into it. But it was a cramped crowd of men that took me by surprise. The Bears were correct when he said they were the nasty of the nastiest. It was dark and difficult to see faces, but from what I could observe through my blurry, hazy vision, there wasn’t anyone younger than 40ish. ‘The young ones avoid places like this piglet.’ Bear one spoke. It was like he read my mind. ‘Yeah. Young ones are always pretentious.’ Barry followed. ‘But occasionally, we find real whores like you.’ I felt hands touch, prod and pinch me as the Bear escorted me through the crowd. The house grew darker the deeper we went in. We entered a snug room illuminated with only a red light. Barry held me up as Bear One went behind me, gripped my pants and tore them off. I was bare naked, rock hard. I don’t even know where my shirt went. Did I leave it at the club where Matt fucked me? Bear one trailed his large fingers over my tiny bubble butt, then aggressively pulled my cheeks apart while Barry bent me forward. My wet, tender hole was exposed. I felt the air being blown into my hole. I couldn’t help but squeeze it tight with every breath. ‘Mm. Grr.’ Bear One mumbled as he cupped his lips around my tight whisker. I could feel his thick beard scratching at my soft skin as he pressed his strong tongue against my tight hole. His strength was overpowering as he forced it through, sending shock waves of pleasure through my body. Barry kept my head down, and I watched as he undid his denim jeans, slipping them past his enormous thighs. He pressed my face into his crotch, leaving me no choice but to lick and suck and endure the rank, nasty taste of his yellow-stained white jockstrap cupping his massive bulge. What felt like hours must have only been moments as I ate up the disgusting body fluids deliberately left to fuse with the jockstrap. Bear One worked my hole open with his tongue. I could feel myself loosening up. I began to enjoy it when he suddenly stopped. ‘I don’t want you too open, pig boy. I want you to feel my cock break you open.’ I breathed in a breath of stale air as they lifted me and placed me in a sling in the middle of the room. My body was still weak from the drugs coursing through my veins as they cuffed me in. I was spread wide. My hole is fully exposed. Barry tossed a red ball gag on my chest. Bear One grabbed my cock and began to toss it. ‘Please don’t.’ ‘We like to use our piglets cum as lube.’ Bear one growled. He wasn’t waiting. He pumped hard. I was so horny I knew it wasn’t going to take long. This was when Barry slipped a blindfold over my eyes. I couldn’t hold on any longer as I felt squirt after squirt of my load that was built up since my last wank a few nights earlier coat my stomach and chest. I tasted the flavour of saltiness on my lips as one of my sprays reached my lips. Before I could lick it up, Barry pressed his lips over mine and pashed me intensely while sucking up my cum. The calm relaxing tingles through my veins as my orgasm subsided while Bear One scooped up my cum from my body. He fingered it into my hole. ‘Good boy. You are nice and wet… Ready for my cock.’ Barry murmured as he watched Bear One push his fingers in deep. I find that once I cum, I lose all desire to keep fucking and have a sudden urge to fall asleep. This moment was no different. ‘Stop. I have to go.’ I begged in a groggy voice while trying to squirm my way off Bear One’s fingers The bears both laughed. ‘Please! I have to go. My partner will be worried.’ Barry pushed a bottle under my nose. ‘Sniff, boy.’ I held off at first. But Barry kept nudging my head. I took two long whiffs in each nose, and a sudden buzz of a feeling hit me. My blood coursed as I felt my heart pump. Barry pushed the ball gag into my mouth. I could taste the remanence of my cum on it. Bear One pressed the head of his cock to my juiced-up hole. I was spinning in all sorts. Barry whispered into my ear. ‘You are ours for the night, piglet. You are going to get turned out. Fuck you with our poz cocks. Recharge you with our toxic loads while we keep you high as fuck.’ Poz cocks? I thought. These guys are HIV-positive. I struggled with the wrist restraints. I tried to say that I was negative and not on prep. But the ball gag was big, and my jaw was stretched out. All that came through was mumble. That’s when I felt Bear One’s knob press hard against my hole. He went in balls deep. I scream in agony. He pulled all the way out, keeping only his head inside me, then forced his way back in. My tight walls gripped Bear One's rock-hard cock, but his force pushed past the grip making it feel like sandpaper to my hole. The chain rattled as Bear One power fucked into me. ‘Oh. I forgot to mention. Bob doesn’t play nice.’ Barry continued, ‘You see. He doesn’t last long; he prefers to go in, fuck hard until he shoots. But don't worry, he gets a second wind and goes back again.’ I tried to scream throughout the ruthless arse raping; I was crying by this point. Barry pressed against my shoulders to ensure that Bob’s thrust smashed harder into me. My load didn’t seem to do much to lube me up. Bob picked up the pace, and my eyes rolled to the back of my head. ‘Hear it comes, faggot. Ready to take my poz load.’ He grabbed the straps to the sling and smashed away at my hole. ‘Fuck yeah! Here I cum. Argh!! Fuckkk! I’m cumming.’ He didn’t stop fucking as he shot his load in me. The ruthless pace did not let off. My mind spun, and I couldn’t get it out of my mind that I had just received a poz load into my neg unprotected hole. Guilt struck me. How was I going to explain what had happened to me tonight to my boyfriend? Barry released the pressure from my shoulders. Bob kept fucking as Barry stood beside Bob. Suddenly Bob pulled out completely, and Barry forced his solid steal cock into my wrecked cummy hole. He was longer and had more girth; I felt my hole stretch out further and the sting of my inner hole being ripped open. Bob pressed against my shoulders, similar to what Barry did for Bob as Barry raped me. I tried and begged, but it all fell on deaf ears as Barry fucked away ‘Oh fuck! Barry, I see red. You have broken him.’ Bob announced. ‘This piglet is definitely going to get recharged.’ Barry laughed as he pulled his cock completely out of my hole. I felt a tremendous, cool emptiness for a split moment before his cock went back in. A rag went over my face. Breath in Faggot. I took a deep breath and instantly felt an incredible buzz. My body went numb, and I had an out-of-body moment. I could feel the thumping feeling from Barry’s relentless fucking, and I knew my hole was being destroyed, but I couldn’t feel the pain or torture no more. ‘Oh Shit! That Max Impact has made this pig loosen up.’ Barry picked up his pace. The rag went over my face again. ‘Breath in again.’ I did as I was told. I could hear the sound of a door opening. ‘Oh fuck.’ ‘What do we have here?’ I could hear the sounds and footsteps of other men entering the room. The clanking of buckles hitting the floor and the thud of boots being tossed aside. The drugs were overwhelming, and I passed out. I came to, blindfold was gone. Dark figures moved in closer. The room felt smaller. The red lighting illuminating the rank graffitied walls was blocked from my view. I sat my head back only to find my reflection beaming down upon me. The darkness framed my young, smooth skin and trim body—a sharp pain pierced through the overwhelming distraction of fear. It echoed the thumping pressure in my arse. I felt full. Stretched. A dark figure was between my legs. Meaty, hairy hands cupped my chest. Dry fingers pressing hard against my nipple. The urge to scream was blocked out. My mouth was still full. My jaw was wide. The ball gag was secure. There was nothing I could do to stop the pain. There was nothing I could do to scream.

Oh, yes. Every time I get bred it feels like I'm having an orgasm, but not a real one that leaves me exhausted. This one feels like an orgasm but instead it make me hornier.

Centurian sauna in Auckland, NZ, has a reverse gloryhole (there has to be a better name - ass-gloryhole, perhaps?). I finished an evening in it tonight and enjoyed taking a load in my ass. It’s a heightened sensation as I was in an awkward position with my legs in the air but only my ass visible to the standing top. I could see nothing. The guy who fucked me seemed to have a cock with great girth but not much length so there was some (enjoyable) pain as he forced it in my hole. I got the hardest erection as he pumped away although he could neither see nor touch my cock. He paused while he came then continued to thrust the cum deeper in my hole. It was fun although I have no idea what the guy who fucked me looked like.

What's the definition of the word troll?

bareback sex with a stranger in the best!

I love cum and if I have it in my ass it is a confirmation that I am a slut and I can call myself a cumpump. And I love the feeling of the cum dripping out of my ass

Very hot old amateur video (with breeding): [think before following links] https://www.gayforit.eu/video/30087/Ride-that-dick

It can be good. I met up with a guy a while ago and we had fun making out, I teased his hole a few times but he would move like he wasn't sure after a little bit each time so I asked about topping. He went on his stomach now and let me tease his hole properly. I didn't have lube or condoms and he didn't ask for one so I spit on his hole and went inside him. He felt great inside but I went slowly and about a third of my dick inside he went tight and I think maybe it will hurt him deeper, so I just fucked him that deep until I shot a load inside him. We've talked since and he says it was his first time. So it's good, but I know maybe I won't get all the way inside a guy his first time or get to pump him hard. Which is cool, it's still going to feel great and I'm totally good to help break a guy in. It's very sexy giving a guy his first time.

4. Toby looked back and forth between the two of us wide eyed with shock. In my gooned out state I didn’t even think of moving. I kept my legs wrapped around Alec holding his slowly deflating cock inside me. “Well,” said Alec after a moment, “Mattie here found Jack’s special poppers that he left out.” “The ones he got from Frank?” I was confused by that. Frank was our landlord. “Yep. And I found Matt gooning out on the couch trying to finger himself for the first time… so I offered to show him how good anal could feel. After fingering him, eating him out, fucking him with a dildo… he basically begged me to fuck him. Didn’t you Mattie? You begged me to fuck your straight boy hole?” “Toby! It felt so fucking good! I can’t stop. Everything feels so good. I don’t want to stop! Please Alec… keep going.” Alec laughed, “I need a few more minutes to recover.” He pulled his mostly deflated cock from my ass with a wet flop. “But if you ask nicely I bet Toby will give you another load.” “What?!” Said Toby. “Alec you can’t be serious… he’s so fucking high. Look at him.” “Well,” Alec said straightening up, “In my defense he was much less high when we started…and look at him. He wants it.” “I need more Toby. If you want to… I… I want you to fuck me.” “I don’t… I don’t know.” “Look at him,” Alec said, putting his arm around Toby’s shoulder, “He needs it.” I grinned at them, took a big hit of the poppers and shifted on the couch to present my upturned ass to Toby. “Everything just feels so good! I feel so fucking sexy. Fuck Alec your load feels so good inside me. Come on Toby… fuck me.” The little sober voice in my head was gone. I was gone. I was lost to the haze. Any reservations I had had went out the window when I felt Alec start to cum. It had been so overwhelmingly erotic and pleasurable that I would do just about anything to feel that again. “I want your load too!” “See, he needs it,” said Alec unbuttoning Toby’s shirt for him. “Is this all that different than all the time you, Jack and I have fooled around? Mattie’s begging for it. Breed his straight ass. Alec took Toby’s shirt off, dropping it to the floor “You really want me to fuck you?” Toby asked. I looked him up and down. I took in his broad shoulders, his big protuberant nipples, the swirling chest hair, his toned abs, and the straining bugle that had formed in the front of his pants. “Yes! Fuck me Toby!” Toby looked at Alec who nodded and then turned back to me, “The prove it straight boy. Get on your knees and get my dick out.” I wanted to feel the euphoric bliss I’d felt as Alec came inside me again so desperately that I would have done anything. I dropped my legs and slid off the couch. On my knees in front of Toby I reached out and unbuttoned his pants while Alec watched. I pulled them off and he stepped out of them leaving my second roommate standing in front of me in straining underwear. “I said get my dick out. If you want it. If those poppers really have made you that desperate to get fucked, take a hit a pull out my cock straight boy.” I grabbed the poppers off the table and took a nice deep hit. After the initial wave had subsided, my vision still slightly blurry, I reached out and pulled down Toby’s briefs. What sprung up shocked me. His dick had to be almost as long as the dildo Alec had used on me and just as thick. The head was wide and already a throbbing red. His balls hung low, sprouting out from dense, unkempt pubes. I desperately wanted to feel it inside me. “Suck it,” Toby said in a commanding voice. I looked up at him from my knees confusedly. “If you want my cock in your ass you’re going to prove it to me. You’re going to earn my load. I’m going to make you work for it. Show me you’re a straight boy desperate for raw cock.” I’d never seen this side of Toby, gruff and domineering. I looked to Alec who still stood next to Toby, his cock half hard and shiny with cum and ass juice. He gave me a little nod. “Take a hit and swallow Toby’s cock Mattie. You know you want to feel him inside you. Think of how good that beast will feel slamming your hungry hole. Take a hit like a good goon and start sucking.” There was no disobeying Alec. He had a power over me now. He’d shown me how good it felt to get truly fucked while high on poppers. If he said it would feel good I had to do it. I swallowed hard, took another deep hit of the poppers and opened my mouth. Toby’s dick had a slightly salty taste, and a texture I never would have imagined. I’d sucked on a girl’s tits before, and eaten out a pussy, but a rock hard cock was different. Both hard and soft at the same time. I willed Toby’s cock further and further down my throat. I slobbered on it as girls had done with me trying to emulate their actions. Toby groaned and put his hands on my head pulling me closer to his body. I choked a little but kept pushing. Slowly I lost myself in the popper haze and slurped down his cock without thought. It became meditative. Toby’s little grunts and groans were a reward of their own. It made me feel good to know I was making him feel good. The little sober part of me wondered if somehow these poppers had made me more susceptible to suggestion. It didn’t matter. Sucking Toby’s cock was how I got him to fuck me and that’s what I wanted. I wanted to feel the euphoric bliss of taking another cock. I wanted to feel the heat spread through me again as Toby unloaded inside me. My cock, which had been all but forgotten once Alec started fucking me, was still painfully hard. A puddle of precum was forming on the blow between my knees as I desperately gobbled my roommate’s cock down. “Holy shit,” Toby said, “You’re a pretty good cock sucker for a straight boy. Fuck!” He twisted his fingers in my hair and stuffed his cock deeper down my throat. My nose was in his pubes. I couldn’t breathe for a moment. I swallowed hard. I was starting to enjoy myself. It was no longer a means to an end. There was pleasure to be found in giving pleasure. I started to suck him even harder. I bobbed my head back and forth. Thick globs of spit formed in my throat and were fucked out of the corners of my mouth. My chin was covered in it. Without really knowing when I did it I found myself gripping Toby’s furry ass cheeks drawing his cock into my mouth. “Keep sucking me like that Matt and you’re gonna end up with my load down your throat and not in your hole. Fuck.” I pulled off of his cock, and grinned up and him sloppily my face covered in snot and spit. “I just wanted to show you how badly I want your cock,” I said, and then took another hit of poppers. “Fuck, Alec, look at him.” “I know… that glazed look in his eyes every time he takes a hit. It’s so hot. I couldn’t help myself. A gooned out straight boy playing with his hole. You see it now. He’s so desperate he just sucked your cock.” Alec leaned close to Toby, his lips practically touching Toby’s ear. “Give him what he needs. Breed his hole. Fuck me load deeper into him.” “Damn it Alec, you know I can’t resist a cummy hole. Fuck! Matt get on your back, legs in the air. No not on the couch, right there on the floor. I’m gonna fuck your hard, I want the leverage.” I flopped backwards onto my back still clutching my poppers, and pulled my knees up. I spread my legs wide exposing my cummy hole. My dick gave a powerful throb and a river of precum oozed out as I watched Toby get down on his knees between my legs. He pulled my pelvis up so he was above me and lined up his cock. He held the fat mushroom head against my quivering hole, “Is this what you want Matt? You want my cock inside you? You want me to breed your ass Matt? Is that what you want in your straight hole?” “Fuck me Toby! Nothing’s every felt as good as Alec’s cock did! I need to feel that again.” I took a drag off the poppers, “Do it! I’m ready. Fuck me! Breed me! Use me!” The little sober voice heard the new addition to my vocabulary and for a moment reared its head. Use you, it repeated questioningly, straight men don’t as other men to use them, what are you doing. The voice was silenced though when Toby, still looming over me, pushed his cock downward and the head slid easily into my well lubed hole. “Yes.” I moaned, “give it to me.” Toby slowly sank the full length of his cock into me. His thick shaft stretching me yet wider. I moaned when he eventually came to the base and his balls were resting on my ass. He looked down at me, his face a mask of lust now. “Shit! Your hole feels so fucking good. Fuck Alec you really did breed him. Your hole is so fucking sloppy Matt. It’s perfect.” He bent forward more, putting his hands on either side of my face supporting himself over my body. He rocked his hips back pulling his cock out of my hole and then with his full body weight slammed it back inside me. I felt the same opening feeling I’d felt when Alec had bottomed out just before he came. It was like something else had opened inside me, another hole. “Yeah that’s it, let me in your second hole. I’m going to fuck you so deep,” Alec said in a low grunting voice as he slammed into me again and again, “and fill you with so much cum you’re going to me gaped and leaking when I’m done with you. Fuck.” “His hole is amazing isn’t it,” Alec said. “A perfect cumdump fag hole waisted on this straight boy. Thank god for Jack’s special poppers.” “No kidding. Fuck! I can’t believe this. Its wild. After all those times we joked about how hot it would be if Matt secretly was gay…” “And now your fucking his harm hole?” “Yeah!” Toby finally turned his attention back to me, “Take another big hit of those poppers for me boy. I wanna feel this hole gape around my cock.” My mind was a total blank. I hadn’t even really registered they were talking about me as if I wasn’t there. I was lost in the bliss of getting fucked. As if I was in a dream I put the bottle to my nose and sniffed. Toby moaned as the heat spread through my body and I felt my hole blossom around his hammering shaft. My head crashed back onto the floor and I looked up with bleary eyes to see Alec now standing above me still naked. His cock was almost completely hard again and a long string of precum was hanging from the tip. It made my mouth water for some reason. Not that I had seen it I couldn’t take my eyes off that long strand of precum. “I think he wants your cock,” Toby said, catching me staring. “You want this?” Alec asked shaking his cock at me. I hesitated. Toby had made me suck his cock. He wouldn’t have fucked me if I didn’t. It was different to ask to suck Alec’s cock. Toby was right though. I wanted it. I wanted to taste that dangling precum. I wanted to taste the cock that had bred me. I wanted to suck Alec while Toby railed me. I took a hit of the poppers, gulped, and said “Fuck yes I do.” “Jesus, fuck! Ok. Toby let’s get him on his knees so we can spit roast him.” Toby pulled out of my hole and got off of me. Weakly I turned over and Toby dragged me up so I was on my hands and knees. He wasted no time in cramming his cock back in my ass. I moaned as he bottomed out inside me again, his head sliding easily past my second hole this time. Alec then got down on his knees in front of me and slapped his cock across my face. It left a big smear of precum across my cheek and lips. I lapped it up, marveling at its sweet yet salty taste. “Open up straight boy.” I licked my lips and opened my mouth. Alec rested his cock against my lips, his precum leaking into my mouth. “Good boy,” he cooed. “Good popper pig. You’re so fucking high on poppers you’d do anything we asked. You’re so fucking hot.” As he talked he started sliding his cock in and out of my mouth, slowly fucking me. I swallowed it as quickly as I could. I gobbled at his shaft, slathering it with spit. I lost myself in the hypnotic rhythm of the two cocks fucking me. I drifted off into my popper fueled daze. Alec and Toby could have their way with me. I wouldn’t dare stop them, everything they were doing felt too good. The pleasure overwhelmed my brain. It was like I was being rewired, shown parts of my mind that I had never known were there before. I felt sexy and wanted. I liked hearing them talk about how hot I was. It made me feel good to hear them say how good my hole felt, or my mouth. “You like feeling my load in his hole,” Alec said, his cock stuffed down my throat. “It feels so fucking good. Fuck Alec.” “Fuck my sloppy seconds. Pound that load into him.” Alec bent forward over me, and I heard them making out. Neither one stopped fucking me. It sounded like a hungry breathless kiss. I just grunted and moaned as I slurped Alec’s cock. “There’s nothing better than a cum filled hole.” “You weren’t kidding… fuck Mattie, youre not a half bad cock sucker. Fuck! You’re gonna get a second load out of me in no time.” “Yeah, fuck his throat. Make him swallow your load.” “You want that Matt? You want to swallow my load?” Between the rough pounding I was getting from Toby, and Alec’s cock filling my mouth all I could do was grunt. “Sounds like a yes to be,” said Toby. “Fuck yes it did.” They weren’t wrong. Now that it had been presented as an option… I did want to swallow Alec’s load. I wanted to make him feel good. I wanted him to get off again. I also, and this was harder to admit even through my lust and the poppers, I wanted to know what it tasted like. “Oh fuck Matt. Yeah, right there, suck me hard.” Alec groaned, holding tight to the back of my head. “Yeah! Oh shit! Fuck! Fuck! Im going to cum! Fuck! Yeah!” He held his cock just inside my mouth, the head resting on my tongue and unleashed a flood of cum. Thick ropes spurted from the throbbing head of his erection filling my mouth. “Swallow his load Mattie. Gulp it down,” Toby encouraged. “Oh shit!” Alec roared. I swallowed as fast as I could, but he was cumming too hard. Some leaked out around his cock head and dribbled down from the corners of my mouth. I was shocked to find I liked the taste. I liked how hot it was in my mouth. I liked the feeling of his load sliding down my throat. I liked swallowing cum. I kept sucking as Alec’s cock stopped spasming. He shuddered and groaned, then pulled his dick out of my mouth and collapsed back onto the floor. He was panting, his dick softening again, lay thickly across his now empty balls. “That was so fucking hot,” Toby said. “I can’t, fuck! I can’t believe Matt just swallowed your load. Fuck! I’m so close. Matt are you ready for another load? You ready for me to breed your straight boy hole?” I swallowed the last of the cum in my mouth and licked my lips. “Fucking give it to me!” I practically shouted. “Oh hell yes!” Toby roared. He pushed me forward so my chest was now on the floor and jack hammered into my ass. I whimpered and moaned as he ravaged me. Every thrust he made was accompanied by a wet squelching sound and the slap of flesh against flesh. “Fucking take it! Take my load. Fuck. I’m gonna fill you up!” Toby shouted, and then with one last thrust, let out a mighty roar and collapsed forward onto my back. He lay across me his full weight pressing into me and his body spasmed and twitched. His cock was throbbing inside me. I felt it swell and then release as his spunk rocketed from the tip into my guts. The heat I craved spread through me like wild fire. I felt a wave of satisfaction. I was being bred again and it felt so good. “Thank you,” I whispered, not really even knowing I said it. “You’re welcome Mattie.” Toby said into my ear. “Hopefully you’re still grateful when the poppers wear off.”

3. “Now eyes forward and get that bottle under your nose.” Alec commanded. “Take a long sniff and count to twenty before breathing out. I huffed the little bottle deeper than ever, reveling in the feeling of intoxicating warmth spreading through my body. Looking dead ahead, I counted slowly to twenty. While I was counting I heard Alec spit, and felt a big glob land on my loosened hole. As I breathed out I felt Alec pushing something new against my ass. I pressed back into the invading object, the scent opening my hole for me. There was a tiny moment of resistance and then the thick head of whatever it was burst in side me. “Oh fuck,” we both said almost in unison. Alec’s hands grabbed my hips, holding me in place. He pushed it deeper and deeper inside of me forcing desperate moans from my lips. I squirmed, overwhelmed with how good it felt to be opened up again. “Fuck yes, take it all. Good boy,” Alec cooed. I felt his body press against me, his hands slid up to my shoulders and he leaned down to whisper in my ear again. “Now I’m going to really fuck you” “It feels so good Alec. It feels so warm.” “That’s because my raw cock is balls deep in your hole. You’ve got another man’s dick in your ass straight boy.” Even in my blissed-out haze that felt wrong somewhere in the back of my mind. “I don’t know Alec… The toy was… it felt good… but your dick… but… oh fuck!” He flexed his cock inside of me and pushed it a little deeper. “You asked me to fuck you,” he said in a cool, almost seductive voice. “And doesn’t your hole feel good wrapped around my hard cock. You want to feel good don’t you Mattie.” “It feels so fucking good. Fuck!” “Exactly. Give in to the pleasure. Take another hit and give in.” I couldn’t think of anything how good it felt to have something inside my ass. It didn’t matter that it was another man’s cock. It felt too good to stop. I took another hit off the brown bottle and gave in. Alec sensed my acceptance and whispered, “good boy,” before pulling his cock halfway out of my hole and then pressing it in again. I groaned. I couldn’t imagine anything feeling this good. My senses were being overloaded. I pressed myself back against his hips, trying to get him deeper inside me. “That’s it. Give in to the poppers, let them guide you. It feels good doesn’t it? It feels good to give in.” “Holy shit, this is so much better than the dildo. Fuck! Alec! Your cock… it… your cock feels so good inside me. You’re so fucking hard! Don’t stop! Please… please… keep… keep fucking me!” “Don’t worry… I’m not gonna stop till your straight boy ass is full of my cum.” He started to hammer into me then, making me scream. He grunted as he rammed his cock in and out of my now open hole. We were both covered in sweat and the room stunk of it. The sound of slapping flesh echoed off the walls. The part of me that had tried to stop when I realized that Alec had his dick in me was reeling. My brain couldn’t really understand what was happening. I was straight, always had been, but Alec’s cock felt so good, how could I stop it. I never wanted those waves of pleasure to end. I just had to give into it, but what did that mean for me. Instead of trying to answer that question I sniffed at the little bottle again and lost myself in the fog. I became putty in Alec’s hands letting him hammer into my hole. I pushed back into his thrusts, banging my ass against his hips. Every thrust made me grunt or moan. It was like someone else had control of my body. Suddenly Alec pulled his whole cock from my hole, and smacked my ass hard. “Get on your back. I wanna see your eyes when I dump my load in your straight ass.” I flipped onto my back, and almost instinctively pulled my legs up to my chest. Alec chuckled. As he moved to get between my legs I saw his cock for the first time. It was wide with a big blunt mushroom head. Probably as long as my cock, but almost twice as thick. It burst out, throbbing, from a trimmed bush, and big heavy looking balls hung below. My hole quivered at the sight. “You like seeing the cock that took your cherry?” Alec said, his voice almost mocking. “Its so thick… I can’t believe I can take it. How did it fit in my hole?” “Because you’re flying high on Jack’s special poppers. They’ll open anyone up. Take a good hit, and get ready for my load. I haven’t gotten off in a couple of days. I’m going to fucking flood you.” I sniffed Jack’s special poppers, my vision blured and my head spun. Alec sunk his cock into me in one easy move while I was still lost in the initial wave. When I could understand the world around me again he was already mercilessly hammering at my hole. I looked up into his face, contorted with animalistic hunger, and thought for the first time how hot he was. His chest glistened with sweat, matting down the hair between his pecs. His brow was knit tight with the exertion of fucking me. His lips parted slightly as he grunted with his roughest thrusts. You’re straight, that little sober voice told me, you’re doing this because it feels good not because you’re attracted to Alec. Still, there was no denying that he looked good pounding me. “Fuck, I can’t believe I’m actually going to say this,” Alec panted, “But I’m about to breed your fucking hole Matt. I’m gonna fucking cum so deep inside side you. Fuck. Your hole feels so good.” “Pound me! Your cock feels so good. Fuck me! Fuck me! Fuck me!” “Take my fucking load straight boy!” Alec roared and punched his dick into me as hard as he could. I felt something inside me give way as if he’d pushed past the ring of my hole again. His cock throbbed and pulsed buried deep inside me. He moaned and a hot flood started to spread inside me. This is nuts, that sober voice shouted, he just came inside you; but it was drowned out by the rest of my mind which was singing with pleasure. The heat of Alec’s load seemed to expend though my whole body. Every nerve lit up like a Christmas tree. My eyes rolled back into my head and I crashed into the couch. I couldn’t move. All I could do was lay there as Alec’s cock continued to throb and pump out the last of his load. Panting, Alec collapsed on top of me, his cock still deep inside my hole. We lay there, a sweaty mess. “Holy shit Alec. That felt so fucking good! I can’t believe it.” “You can’t believe it? I just bred my straight roommate…” he shook his head and started to pull out. I wrapped my arms and legs around him, trying to keep him from taking his cock out of my hole. I was still quivering from the mind-numbing bliss that came from him pounding me and I didn’t want it to end. “Don’t,” I said in a breathy voice, “don’t pull out. I don’t want it to end. It just feels so good.” “What the hell did I just walk in on.” Alec’s head jerked up as our roommate Toby came around the couch.

This is a terrific fantasy story, really dark as to border on horror. If there was to be one more chapter, I'd love to know who - or what - originally gifted Hunter.

DESCEND DEEPER AND DARKER INTO SWEET GLORIOUS DEPRAVITY!

I apologize for being a bit late in getting the next chapter out. Work/life have gotten in the way this past week, and I have an upcoming work trip, so I am posting this chapter and will have the third chapter up later this week. Hope you all enjoy! This chapter follows Blake and Paul as they explore a more vanilla side to their relationship and Paul gets a big wake up call. Chapter Two: Conversion When I woke up late Wednesday morning I was still exhausted and sticky with sweat, cum, and ass juices. I could tell that I would need to wash my sheets with some powerful soap to get them clean again. Thank god for the cheap plastic mattress — at least it was impervious to anything. I rolled out of bed and hobbled over to the mirror. Looking at my reflection I chuckled, “Paul, you look like hell.” I smiled and felt proud. After stripping the bed, I put on some athletic shorts and a t-shirt and waddled down to the communal laundry room. Throwing my sheets and cover into a washing machine, I loaded it up with soap and bleach before taking the elevator back up to my floor to grab a long shower. Grabbing my shower kit and towel, I ran into Chris in the hall. “Dude, you look awful! What happened?” Chris was staring at me curiously, “are you okay?” I smiled and tried to play it off, “yep, just fine.” Chris turned and followed me down to the communal showers. Pushing open the door, I made for one of the stalls. Chris stood outside the stall while I began to take my clothes off. I was increasingly aware of the smell of sex still emanating from my hole and crotch. “Okay, Paul, you don’t have to tell me what is going on, but you know that I’m just going to stay out here until you fess up to why you slept in until almost noon, why you look like you were dragged behind a truck for half a mile, and why you’re not sharing anything with me.” I turned a jet of steaming water onto my body and instantly felt some relief. “Paul, I am wounded!” I could hear Chris’s pout through the stall door. “Okay fine,” I started lathering my hair. “I’m really fine, I just had a late night. Blake came to the concert and. . .” Before I could say another word, I heard the door to the shower room open. Chris muttered “sup” to someone who walked to the other side of the room and walked into a stall. “Busted,” I thought to myself. I stuck my head into the water and started to rinse the lather out of my hair. I turned around and Chris was standing on the other side of the shower curtain peeking in. “WHAT THE FUCK!” I nearly jumped out of my skin, hands flying from my hair to cover my crotch and ass. “Everything good, man?” Asked the voice of the person in the other stall. “Yeah, I’m fine. . .” my heart was still racing. “Fucking hell, Chris, you scared the shit out of me!” I whispered. “I couldn’t just let the conversation die, what did you do after the concert?” “We went to the diner, now get out of here I need to finish washing.” I saw Chris’s eyes give me the once-over. My crotch hand was not doing more to keep my dick at bay than hide it. “I’ll leave you alone, but nice body dude! How come you always wear so many clothes?” “Just go and I will bring you up to speed later today,” I sighed. Chris scurried out of the gap at the bottom of the shower stall. What was with boys lately? I finished my shower and went back to my room. I still had a few minutes to kill before I would need to move my laundry to the dryer, so I picked up my phone. I saw that I missed a text from Blake: *Hey Paul, thanks for such an amazing time last night. You did so well at the concert and I loved getting to know you better. 😉 Hope we can see each other again soon!* My stomach did a curious flip-flop. This boy had a good time, enjoyed the concert, and enjoyed me? I felt like I was walking on air. I started a response to his message before I closed the app and tossed my phone on my bed. Enough time to get back with him later. I didn’t want to seem too eager. Not to mention, I still wanted to process and bask in the glow of the reality that a boy actually fucked me last night. I decided to walk to practice a bit before coming back to the dorm to pick up my laundry. I barely closed behind me before there was a loud knock. “What is it?” “Paul, let me in,” demanded Chris’s voice. I stopped tucking in my fitted sheet and opened the door. Chris bounded in and immediately sat on the bed, pulling the sheet back from the corners. I sighed, “hey, watch what you’re doing!” He looked back at the sheet now bunched around his ass, seemingly unperturbed. “You owe me the full story from last night, mister.” Chris let out a long belch. I wrinkled my nose at the beer smell. “Well, after the concert we went and had dinner, then he asked me to show him the organ.” “And did you?” “Well yes, I have the key,” I started before Chris waved me off. “No, you idiot. Your organ.” “Oh.” I could feel the heat rising in my ears and forehead. “Yes, he got to see that.” Chris collapsed backwards onto the bed laughing. “I knew he was going to get into your pants! He has been asking me to set you up for him for weeks!” Chris stood abruptly and marched to the door, “He better have been a perfect gentleman or I’ll kick his ass.” He slammed the door behind him as he went. “He wasn’t a gentleman,” I said to myself, “but I wouldn’t want it any other way.” I picked up my phone from my desk and opened the message from earlier. *Look forward to seeing you again soon! 😉 I’d love to catch up and spend some time with you, but the rest of this week is no good for me. How about we get together a week from today and see what happens?* Not a minute later I got a reply. *See you next week! Save yourself for me.* This boy would be the death of me, but the least I could do was hold back for him. The next week flew by. I spent so much time preparing for tests, juried examinations on organ and piano, and just trying to stay above water with all my other homework. Tuesday night came in a flash and I started to feel like I was getting a cold. Not out of the ordinary for December, but annoying if I was going to get the sniffles right before a date. I went to bed early after drinking some lemon juice and honey to try to soothe my throat. I woke up about 3:00 in the morning shivering uncontrollably. I got out of bed, cranked up the thermostat and pulled two college sweatshirts on over my head. I hid under my covers and tried to go back to sleep. After three hours of feeling delirious from fever (and probably dehydration) I got up and went to the practice rooms at school. I felt like death warmed over, but I still had work to do. Waiting for a massive thermos of tea to brew, I sent an email to my professors explaining that I was sick and wouldn’t be in class that day. I packed my things and made for the practice rooms. At least I could practice for a few hours and go to bed. I spent the day practicing and napping in one of the piano rooms by myself. When I awoke from my third nap, I was still feeling awful and wondered what started me awake. I noticed that my phone was buzzing on top of the piano, so I reached up to grab it. I swiped the call on and said, “Hello?” My voice must have been small and given me away because Blake immediately said, “hey, what is wrong? Where are you?” “I’m over in the music building,” I mumbled. “One of the practice rooms. I’m so sorry, I have been sick today and I didn’t even think about getting together tonight.” I could faintly hear the sound of tennis shoes hitting the pavement on the other end of the phone. “Hang on, Paul, I am on my way.” Blake abruptly hung up. I hauled myself off the carpet and tried to pull myself together. How could Blake see me like this? I tried to flatten my unkempt hair back down on my head and tuck my shirt into my pants. It was when I was getting things adjusted that Blake burst into the room. “Omigod Paul, you look horrible!” I smiled weakly, “surprise!” Blake moved to get close to me, shiny with sweat from his run across campus. “Come here, dear.” Did he just call me dear? I melted into his embrace. He smelled pleasantly of hormones and clean sweat and fabric softener. We stood wrapped up in each other and time stretched on. Eventually he lifted my chin and moved to kiss me. “Stop! I don’t want to get you sick!” Blake closed the gap and we locked lips. I was immediately taken back to the week before. Burning with lust as if a switch had been thrown. Blake broke off our kiss and looked me dead in the eyes. “We should go to my place. I can make you some dinner and we can talk.” I packed my messenger bag with my sheet music and tucked my now-empty thermos under my arm. We headed out into the sharp winter winds and I instinctively moved closer to him. He saw the movement and grabbed me and felt me tight to his side. His apartment was two short streets over and we bundled ourselves over the threshold. He took off his coat and made to remove mine, but I hugged it tighter to my side. He seemed to understand and bent down to untie my shoes. I saw his rippling back muscles working underneath his tight workout shirt and felt my cock gently stir. “Come on in and make yourself at home. I made chicken noodle soup yesterday and can reheat some of that for you if you would like.” He strode into the plain student apartment with me trailing in his wake. The place was clean and tastefully furnished. Tidy low bookcases up against a wall with a television on top. He had a deep modern sofa against another wall and a club chair next to a side table and floor lamp. On the table were some books and a couple of coasters. The kitchen was around a bar/partition wall and seemed to be lacking in the usual college boy tacky decorations. Just neat jars of spices, some large containers containing flour and sugar, and an electric kettle. Blake bent down to fetch a large dutch oven out of the refrigerator and set it on the stove. After he turned the stove on, he looked back. “You should sit down and try to warm up. There’s an electric blanket behind the sofa if you need some extra heat.” I snuggle up on the couch, still shivering uncontrollably. Blake is still bustling around the kitchen for awhile. He returns and sits down next to me, making sure I am all safely tucked in under the blanket. “Soup should just need about five more minutes and we can eat. I made some biscuits and they’ll be coming out of the oven about the same time.” He puts some of his weight on me. “I’m here for you now and you’re going to be fine.” Finally breaking from his mothering spell I groan, “I’m not fine right now, and I am worried that I am going to get you sick.” Blake’s expression remains blank for a moment, then I notice something in his eyes. . . It was a quick glint, then it disappeared. “You don’t need to worry about me, I promise. We’ll talk after you eat.” He quickly got off the couch and grabbed my food, putting it on a TV tray and setting it next to the couch. He went back to the kitchen and got his own food and returned next to me. He was a reassuring presence for me when I was still feeling so crappy. We ate in silence for about half an hour. Everything was delicious and when I made to compliment him he waved me off. “My dad insisted that I learn how to cook. He said it would serve me well, and he wasn’t lying.” Blake cleared away the dishes and came back to the sofa. “Lay down, Paul.” I scooted farther down the couch and lay on my side. In a motion a gymnast would be proud of, Blake leapt over me and cuddled up against my back. We spooned for a few minutes before a noise like a purr began to come from him. I turned my head and saw that his eyes were closed and he was deeply breathing. “Blake, are you okay?” He opened his eyes. “Yes, I am fantastic. Honestly, I’m great and worried. I fell for you when I saw you for the first time in August and the last week has been a lot to think about. . . And we need to talk.” Fuck. He’s going to say that he cares about me as a friend or he has a girlfriend or he’s transferring schools. . . “Paul, you fulfilled my greatest fantasy, but now it is trying to kill you.” I looked at him, puzzled. He stared back at me in earnest. “I told you that I wanted to be a part of you, and in a very real sense I am. You were the first person that I made love to since my conversion.” I still had no idea what he was talking about. He changed religions? What was this about a conversion? And why did he have this predatory look in his eye? Blake could tell that I was confused and he chuckled a little. “You really are as pure and innocent as you look. Well, at least you used to be.” With one solid motion he brought us to a sitting position. The electric blanket slid onto the floor and he picked me up and stood. “Come on, there is something I need to show you.” Cradling me like a bride walking into a new house in the arms of her husband, Blake carried me down the hall and into the rest of my life. As he pushed open the door to his bedroom my eyes widened and I shivered. Red light shone from covered lamps, illuminating rows of shelves containing bizarre statues. Cans of cloudy liquid were dotted around the room, where various rubber and leather straps and tools hung from hooks or the ceiling. A collection of gas masks were on top of a large, intimidating-looking machine in one corner. The center of the room was taken up by a huge contraption of leather straps and shiny chrome loops. “What is this place?” Blake, eyes shining bright from the red light of the room responded, “this is our home.” Before I could say any more, he kissed me deeply and I felt us moving. He deposited me in the leather sling in the middle of the room and made quick work strapping my arms and legs in. He kept his tongue probing my mouth as he worked, only breaking our kiss to remove his shirt and drop his pants. This was the first time that I really got to see Blake from all angles. Mirrors on the walls and ceiling let me see how perfectly formed his ass was and how his back rippled like a Renaissance sculpture. This was the first good look I had gotten of his cock, and I couldn’t believe it had been inside me. Easily ten inches long and thick as a Red Bull can, the hooded head slowly unfurled as it grew with every beat of his heart. Little droplets of precum were flowing from the tip they fell gently to the floor, leaving whispy trails of fluid hanging from the slowly pulsing head. Blake dropped down on his knees and I felt his tongue go for my hole. “When I first decided to knock you up, it wasn’t a hard decision. I’ve never seen anyone look so prim and old-fashioned as you. It made me fall in love with you.” His tongue probed my hole after each phrase. “You look like how I feel inside. Proper and respectful, good at knowing what I want.” He removed his face from my crack and kissed me deeply. I could taste the musky, salty essence of my own body. He broke the kiss and looked me up and down in the sling. “You got given the gift that only I can give you. You have a part of me flowing inside.” My lust and panic feelings kept competing for each other as I tried to make sense of what he was saying. He spit on his dick and drooled a bit of spit onto the outside of my hole and began to rub it into my opening. I moaned deeply. My body was giving up on different feelings, it was sensory overload. Blake released a growl and bent over where his mouth was right next to my ear. I felt the head of his cock teasing my hole. As he started to push in he whispered in my ear, “the sickness you’re feeling right now. . . How awful you feel. . . I felt like that a year ago after my first experience at a bathhouse. I didn’t know what was happening to me, either. It was my first semester at college and I needed an outlet for how I felt.” Blake started to slowly pump in and out of my ass. “I got a room and was fucked. For six hours my hole was constantly invaded by a parade of men. They felt my muscles, called me a slut, and bred me.” The pumping got deeper and faster. Blake began to pant, “I never felt so fulfilled as when I was with those men, doing what real men do. I vowed that I would give that experience to another boy someday. The boy that I loved.” His strokes were now full-body. As much using the harness to impale me on his massive cock as he was meeting me with his hips. I was robbed of all senses but pleasure. His jackhammering of my hole increased in intensity up another notch. “You are converting over to me,” Blake panted. “My HIV is going to forever be a part of you. There will be no escaping me now, no matter what happens to us.” I gasped in fear and utter ecstasy. Before my brain could really process what I had just been told, I felt Blake’s cock swell and start to pulse. With a cry, my own cock started to spray my face and chest with cum. “Take my charged load, Paul. I love you” Blake collapsed onto my chest. As the post-orgasm glow started to fade, the fever and aches rushed back to my body. I groaned out, “Blake.” He looked up into my face, my sticky cum slipping down his face. I reached for his cheek and rubbed my essence into his cheek. The powerful animal who had just forcibly taken my hole as his own was a huge mass of muscle, sweat, and sex. His cock slowly deflated before slipping out of my ass. Blake, now back to his usual shy self tenderly caressed my hair. “You have no idea what this means that I get to share my gift with you.” My thoughts were racing. This was undeniably hot, but what was I doing? How could I allow someone else to do this to me? “Is this sickness because I am converting?” Blake kept eye contact with me. “I’m not a doctor, so I can’t say for sure, but you look just like I did when I converted. How do you feel about the information?” “I can’t lie to you, I don’t really know what to think.” I saw Blake’s face fall, “this just wasn’t a part of my life plan before. I know it isn’t the death sentence it once was, but I’m conflicted.” I saw the walls going up in his emotions and could tell he was feeling bad. I had to try to save whatever there was between us. “Before you feel bad, I want you to know that while I process everything, I need you to know something: I have never felt so happy to have a person in my life as I feel about you. I will do what I can to keep you.” Blake’s eyes resumed their twinkle and he gently nibbled on my collarbone. “Thank you. I was hoping you would feel that way.” We stayed in that position for another ten minutes before I started uncontrollably shivering. “I know that I promised you that we would talk, but right now we need to get you to bed. Let me get you tucked in. You’ll stay here with me until you are feeling better.” Picking me back up, we left his play room and he took me into a simple bedroom. He set me into bed before grabbing me an extra blanket. The last thing I remembered before I fell asleep was feeling his naked body slide into the bed next to me and pull me to his chest. Whatever happens next in my life, I cannot deny that it will be a different adventure than I once thought it would be.

DJ Booth at a busy gay club. Hiding under the mixing board while the DJ bred my ass with his 8” uncut cock Steps off a public beach in FL under a cluster of trees. Back patio of a gay club in Nashville by 3 guys. Took 4 more loads in the woods behind the club. Countless rest areas, cruising parks, and truck stops. More if I think about it…

Wow I never even thought about this (a bottom asking me to pull out) as a possibility. To me agreeing to fuck bareback is basically asking for my seed. Actually, I don't even go into details on how I'm going to do it. I just make sure that we're both on the same page, and then I take full control of the situation from beginning to end without clarifying anything beforehand. I don't have to, and I shouldn't have. That's the point. Those guys might have been bottoms but definitely not good ones. They don't deserve our cock, let alone our cum.

Part 21 It was early Wednesday afternoon before Rob finally woke up. When he opened his eyes and glanced around he realized that he was definitely not in his hotel room. He was naked in a small nondescript room containing a couple of chairs, a large cabinet and a small bed. He wasn’t in that bed however. He found himself curled up in what appeared to be a fleece pet bed inside a large dog cage with thick metal bars. He went to test the strength of the bars but found his hands locked and encased in thick stiff mitts. He couldn’t really grasp the bars; all he could do was hit against them with his open palms. There were also iron manacles around his ankles connected with a short chain so even if he did get out of the cage he wouldn’t get far. His ass was immensely sore. He was afraid to look, but tried to position himself to catch a glimpse in the full length mirror across the room. He could only rise up on all fours due to the height of the cage and it was narrow enough that he couldn’t really turn enough to see his ass in the mirror. When he touched his ass with his mitted hand he found it to be very tender and it felt swollen to him. That was the least of his problems, he had come down of his drug high and his whole body itched and ached for another fix. He was trembling and didn’t know why. He just knew he needed something to make him feel better. Rob called out “Hello… Hello; Can anybody hear me?” There was no answer. All he could do was lay there in the cage curled up in a ball and try not to think about how horrible he felt. He also was parched; he really needed something to drink. There was some sort of bottle hanging from the cage door down near his feet. He crawled around and managed to turn himself to face the door. Sure enough it was a water bottle with this strange looking nozzle. Rob tried to remove the bottle and nozzle but without his fingers he was unable to do so. He stared a little longer at the nozzle and realized it was shaped like a penis. He needed water so he took the penis nozzle in his mouth and sucked on it like a baby bottle. He was rewarded with a trickle of water. He recognized the strange taste. Where ever he was, it also had the same strange tasting water as the water at Master Nick’s Leather shop. He was so thirsty he drank nearly the whole quart bottle and then he lay back down. He still felt bad but the water did perk him up a little. It also made his cock harden. Now he was in misery and horny. About an hour later Nick entered the room. “Nice to see you survived your party,” he said. “Nick please let me out of this cage, I need to go; people will be looking for me,” begged Rob. Nick just shook his head and then sternly replied, “First off boy, you need to address me as either Sir, Master or Master Nick, do you understand?” Rob did not reply so Nick kicked him through the cage bars. “Do you understand?” “Yes Sir,” replied Rob.” “Next,” Nick continued, “I don’t think anyone will miss you; in fact most people will be glad you are gone, apparently you didn’t treat people too well.” “As far as your job, you put in your resignation on Monday via your cell phone.” Nick paused and looked at Rob’s shocked face. He then started laughing, “Well actually you were fired after those pornographic pictures of yourself were sent to the company wide e-mail distribution list from your phone.” “Who knew your HR department had such stringent rules about the distribution of pornographic material via company e-mail.” Rob was horrified and speechless. He knew the power of sending pictures on someone else’s phone, after all he had done it many times and had a record of destroying peoples’ relationships, reputations and lives in the process. He never expected that he would be caught up and ruined in a similar manner. After Nick decided his last informational tidbit had settled in with Rob he continued with more news. “Since you have your rent, utility and other bills all on automatic payments, none of your creditors will notice you are gone either.” “We’ll keep an eye on things for you though; that file you stored on your phone with all your account numbers and passwords is so useful.” “But enough of that chit chat, we need to help you in your quest to be transformed into a cum dump bottom.” Nick walked over to the cabinet in the room and retrieved a loaded point from it. He returned to the cage and squatted down to get closer to Rob. “I imagine you are feeling pretty sick right now.” “Coming down from the party drugs is such a bummer.” “It’s only going to get worse unless you get another fix.” With that Nick started waving the syringe back and forth in front of Rob. “You ready to feel better pig boy?” Rob now fully realized why he felt so terrible. Although Rob tried to act the part of a tough guy, he knew he needed the meth. He extended his arm through the cage bars to get slammed. He felt so much better once the drugs were in his system. Now between that and the fuck water he had drunk, he was ready for some sex. Nick sent a text on his phone and a few minutes later two men entered the room. One was a young well-built ginger that had a familiar look to Rob. The other guy was carrying a video camera and started filming. The ginger took off his clothes and his hard cock sprung out and pointed at Rob. “You remember Red don’t you,” Nick asked Rob. Rob shook his head no. In fact he was a bit apprehensive about the question. He had to admit though the guy had a good body. “Red, turn around and spread your ass cheeks maybe that will jog the pig’s memory.” The ginger smiled and then turned around, spread his cheeks and pressed his ass against the cage bars. It then hit Rob; it was the ginger from the first party. He had fucked that ass at least twice he recalled. Rob licked his lips and patted the smooth ginger’s ass with his mitted hand. “Have a seat Red; the pig will be over in a minute.” Red sat in a chair spread his legs and started to slowly stroke his cock. Nick turned to Rob and said, ”Time to hone your oral skills, crawl over there and suck Red’s cock.” Nick unlocked the cage and opened the door. Rob exited and tried to stand, but Nick quickly hooked his boot on the chain connecting Rob’s ankles and tripped him. Rob fell with a thud. ”I said CRAWL over there and service Red’s cock.” Rob took Red’s cock in his mouth and started to slowly suck. Red grabbed Rob by the back of the head and forced Rob down on his cock. “Don’t be shy pig, I may be a bottom but I do love when a fellow pig services my cock.” Once Rob had his face buried in the ginger pubes, Red held him there and said “Breathe in that smell and concentrate.” “You are there to pleasure me that should bring you pleasure as well.” The slam had twisted Rob enough that it was easy for him to not think about what he was doing but rather only the pleasure of doing it. Red started pumping Rob’s mouth and throat. He grabbed Rob by the ears to control the depth of his strokes. Rob quickly was deep throating on his own and Red shot his sperm down Rob’s throat. “You’ll get better with some more practice.” Red and Nick helped Rob to his feet and led him to the bed. Rob was confused as they got him positioned on his knees with his ass pointed toward the center of the bed. “Red just said he was a bottom, why would he fuck me,” thought Rob. Red took two fingers and probed Rob’s ass, Rob just sighed at the intrusion. Red then got on the bed in the same position with his ass pointed towards Rob. It made no sense to Rob until Nick showed up with a double headed dildo. Nick greased the dildo up with some T-laced lube and pressed one end in Red and the other in Rob’s ass. Having something in his ass was meeting another need for Rob and all his pleasure signals started firing to his brain again. He slowly bucked his ass to try to get the toy to slide across his prostrate but wasn’t having a lot of success. Red chuckled and yelled back to Rob,” This is what you need ass muscle control for.” With that Red squeezed his ass tight on the dildo and thrust his hips back toward Rob. The motion drove another 4” of the dildo up Rob’s ass in one quick movement. Rob yelped. Red then gripped the dildo with his ass and pulled out a few inches of the dildo from Rob’s ass, only to repeat the previous action and drive more back in. After a few repetitions Rob started getting the idea and started to mimic Red and would drive the dildo further into Red. While his ass muscle control wasn’t on par with Red, he was learning. It became almost a contest to see who could impale the other the deepest on the dildo. The pair fucked each other on opposite ends of the two headed toy for nearly an hour before Nick stopped them. “That’s enough for today boys.” “We got some great footage for the website.” “I think the subscribers are going to love it.” Nick pulled out the dildo with a plop. Red jumped up and got dressed. “I’ll be here Thursday at the normal time for the party,” he said as he walked out the door. Rob on the other hand was put back in his cage. The cameraman brought in a dog bowl full of soft mushy food and placed it in the cage with Rob. He also refilled the water bottle. Nick looked at Rob as he was relocking the cage and said “Eat up; you’ll start your work-outs tomorrow morning.” “We need to have you fully recuperated so you can be in service tomorrow night for the jockstrap party.”