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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.

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I had a first hairy pit experience very similar. Was always a bit obsessed with manly hairy armpits. I am also not looking for stinky pits. Not a fan of deodorant either. The perfect pit experience for me is a hairy guy who showered but didn't cover his own natural scent with any deodorant or cologne... a bit of sweat is also hot... Uhmm I'm getting hungry 😋 🤤👅👅👅😅

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I was in an abusive relationship, just not with my partner. Does that sound odd? I guess it does, and it was not a healthy relationship. It also led to my becoming positive and my partner as well. Where do I start? I was in my mid 20’s and had been with my partner Luke for more than 5 years. (He was 18 years older than I.) I had always been attracted to masculine older men and I was pretty mature for my age. I wasn’t in a monogamous relationship per se, but the rules were pretty clear—no fucking without a rubber, no sex with guys we knew, be discreet and so on. Mostly I liked to watch guys beat off at a local bookstore and occasionally suck some dick, although I didn’t suck off guys. Then I met David. David was mid 40’s, swarthy, cocky, hairy and had a blunt thick dick. I met him at the bookstore and after cruising each other, he got me in a larger booth. I didn’t usually do that—I preferred glory holes as they gave me more control. David seemed to get me to do things I wasn’t comfortable with from the beginning. He pushed me to my knees and unzipped before commanding me to suck his big dick. I’ll admit I was excited as it was a big one and I kind of got off on his dominate attitude, but he wouldn’t let me get up from my knees. Indeed, I never stopped sucking until he had me swallow every drop of his load. I coughed and gagged a bit as it was a big load and he just rammed it down my throat despite my request that I not go that far. He said I was trainable and I should call him—he gave me his private number. I told him I was in a relationship and he just smirked and said I was now in a different type of one and he expected me to call. I didn’t call for several weeks. I wasn’t going to except I came across his number in my jacket and I was horny…I figured a little phone sex wouldn’t hurt. Well, we talked and he told me he wanted a boy he could use on a regular basis. I whacked off to our talk and played along with what he suggested saying that was secretly what I wanted as well. I said I’d call sometime soon to set something up and didn’t think anything more about it. I was sure surprised when David called me at home a few days later saying I better set our first play session up soon or he would have to talk to my partner about things. Shit! David had caller ID—something that was relatively new at the time. Against my better judgment, I set up a mid afternoon session at his work the next day. David worked for a large family business that managed a huge apartment complex in a nearby suburb. This meant he always had an unoccupied apartment for his use and a small gym near his office. I tried to set limits from the beginning, but he just moved them around or ignored them. By the end of our first session it was clear he wanted to use me regularly: that his seed was never “wasted” and his word was to be obeyed. Even though it was more than I wanted to do, I ate his hairy ass that first session, massaged him and sucked him off. Session by session David drove me down. He mixed demands with praise, and was not above threatening blackmail if I disobeyed. In fact, he photocopied my driver’s license while I waited naked for him in the gym sauna. (I had placed my clothes and wallet in a locker at his command over the phone and his lock was ajar and ready to secure it) I didn’t know that until a bit later when he started fucking me with just spit for lube. It started with condoms, but after a short while he started demanding it raw. Hell, I had been seeing him for less than 2 months a few times a week and he wanted to start to fuck me raw! He had paperwork to show he was negative, but I was very leery of crossing this line. He said I didn’t have to, but if I said no, I would be punished. I got my first bare ass spanking that day and was sobbing by the time he was done. I heard a click and heard him chuckle as he took a photo of my cheery red ass. I started to complain and he just spanked me harder and said my face wasn’t showing, bitch! David constantly drove the level of servitude up. I called at set times, set up an appointment and did as he told. It wasn’t that the sex wasn’t hot, but I wasn’t into being a slave and that was what he wanted. Sometimes he left a key to an apartment under a particular rock in his apartment complex and I would go to that apartment and get naked and wait for his arrival—frequently waiting longer that I wanted to. Then he added a blindfold to the routine and later earplugs so I couldn’t hear him come in. We were now at the 3+ month point when he announced that I was going to take his cum up my ass that day. (I was expected to be “prepared” to get fucked every time we met up.) He threw a folder down at me and in it was my photocopied driver’s license, photos he had taken of me when my ears were plugged and eyes blindfolded. Did my partner want to see these, David asked? I was speechless! He told me to lie on a weightlifting bench on my stomach. (The locker room was closed for “cleaning”.) I was crying as he spit on my ass and took me raw. It was rough and essentially rape, but I took it as there wasn’t another alternative. He wouldn’t cum without me begging for it and I think he totally got off breaking my safe sex vow between my partner and I. Step by step my limits were dashed—swallowing cum on command, taking cum up my ass and now he said it was time to start swallowing his piss. I had never done that for anyone, but with his spanking as motivation, I was now trained at doing that. You may wonder what this was doing for my love life at home? Well, Luke usually instigated sex and I always did my best to please him. Nevertheless, there was a growing wall between us due to self-esteem issues from my “training”. Luke LOVED his ass eaten deeply and for long periods of time. It was our foreplay almost every time we had sex. I had confessed my routine to David and he wanted to bring Luke down with me, I guess. After a month of taking David’s loads up my ass, he said it was time for my “pussy boyfriend” to take David’s load up his ass, too! I was dumbfounded! Luke was a top, and shy of drugging him, how the hell was David going to cum up Luke’s ass?? David was nothing if not inventive. He told me to push his cum out of my ass into my hand each night he bred me, then lick up his spooge and tongue fuck it into Luke. If I did this, he would let me cum with Luke, otherwise I would have to abstain from cumming except when David allowed it. As wrong as this was, I loved eating Luke’s firm hairy ass and I could usually open his ass pretty deep with my tongue. I would spread his ass and clamp my mouth to his ass when it was relaxed and open and push David’s cum in his ass with a combination of spitting and tonguing it in. It really turned David on to hear about this and I got lots of praise for marking my partner’s pussy with David’s virile seed. I’ll admit it, I got off on this despite it being nasty and taboo—maybe I liked it because it was so wrong. Maybe I was just at a point in my life where I was broken down. The biggest demand from David was now that he wanted to mark me as his property. He would pay to tattoo his initials on me somewhere it couldn’t be seen…around my ring finger under the ring Luke had given me, in my hairline somewhere, under a toe, etc. I drew the line at this. I told David I had already given him my servitude, but as he wasn’t supporting my financially in any way, he didn’t own me that way. David said he wanted to mark me as his and would put his thinking cap on for other alternatives. I guess at the 6 month point he got inspired. The next time I saw David he wasn’t alone. His good friend Barry was there with a boy and David said he wanted to have sex with me as Barry did his boy. David kept asking me what I thought of his buddy and wasn’t he hot. Well, Barry was hot! There was some quality about him beyond his physical charms that really called to me. I admitted my attraction for Barry to David and rather than being jealous, David seemed really pleased. “I think Barry should spend some quality time with us” was David’s comment. I wasn’t surprised to see Barry at our next session. He was also alone. I serviced David while Barry watched and encouraged me. I really liked Barry’s voice, hot body and open face. There really was something about Barry that I wanted. I asked David if I could suck Barry and he said you’ll be doing more than that soon! Barry ended up jacking off while French kissing me and David marked my ass with his big load. I wished it was Barry who had bred me. Barry was at the next session, but not before David had a little chat with me. “I have decided to give up tattooing you as a means of showing ownership.” David announced. “What I want instead is for you to give yourself to my buddy as a way of showing your obedience to me. I want Barry to mark you as I have and expect you to show him the same respect by asking for him to mark you and claim your ass.” I didn’t say anything so David grabbed my head and looked me in the eyes. “Will you do this for me, boy? Will you let another man breed you so I will know that you are willing to put my desires ahead of your limits?” I stared in David’s hard eyes and said nothing. “Do you need motivation?” David asked. I thought about how hard he would spank me this time and just shook my head no. “Will you do this for me, boy? Will you let Barry mark you because I have told you that I want it?” I simply shook my head yes and David cooed “good boy!” I was naked when Barry arrived. David seemed happier than I had ever seen him. He instructed me to start at Barry’s toes and worship his body. I’ll admit that I didn’t need much coaching. Barry touched me constantly and stared in my eyes with approval. His nods showed satisfaction and I wanted nothing more than to please him. Barry was David’s age, had a masculine barrel chest and slight beer gut with muscle underneath. He was hairy, balding, with soft brown eyes that seemed to look right through me. I guess I’d say he was my physical ideal and while he was totally masculine and in charge, I did not feel belittled or lessened by servicing him. I felt validated and complete. Truth be known, Barry was a daddy, not a master and that was what I wanted more than anything in the world. Barry softly moaned as I took his thick dick in my mouth. It was a bit of a struggle taking him to the root as he was a generous 8” long at least. He leaked precum like a sieve and it was crystal clear and sweet. I loved licking his nuts and watch a small string of pearl-like string of his precum fall from his piss slit. Barry moaned when I stuck my tongue out to capture his essence and smiled at me. I found myself melting. I didn’t pay attention to David photographing my session with Barry. When Barry kissed me I knew that I wasn’t going to back down. While David wanted me to do this to show my obedience to him, I was going to do this because Barry was what I wanted. After a blissful hour of pleasuring Barry and receiving the feedback that a boy but not a slave needs, I didn’t mind David saying it was time. David marked me first by pounding a load into me while I got my throat reamed by Barry. “Tell Barry what you want as a sign of your servitude to me” demanded David. I looked Barry in the eyes and said: “Barry, I want you to mark my ass with your seed as a means of me showing that David has ownership and control of me. David wants me to take your breeding and I want it, too.” David asked Barry if he was satisfied and I saw a troubled look cross Barry’s face, then he nodded. Maybe Barry didn’t want me, or didn’t want to do this because of David’s wishes. I was confused so I just looked down, Barry walked me away to another room, surrounded me in a bear hug and whispered if I really wanted to do this for David. I whispered that I did, then I told him that I really wanted this for myself, that he was the man I wanted and I hoped he would do me the honor of marking me as his own because I wasn’t doing this for David anymore. I guess Barry could see the sincerity in my eyes because he just stared in my eyes and then nodded yes. If you really want to be bound to me this way and you give me your consent, I’ll mark your ass as mine and you will belong to me, not David. Tears filled my eyes as I hugged him as tight as I could and thanked him for his understanding. My breeding was so unlike any David had given me. Although I was well lubricated with David’s seed, this fuck was about Barry and me. David wanted me on my back so he could look in my eyes and kiss me. It felt like being cherished instead of being used. My dick was rock hard and dripping as Barry slide inside me. He fucked me masterfully, but also with real passion. I wasn’t being used; I was becoming part of Barry. I never heard the camera clicking and David’s words to Barry to breed my ass and so on were just background noise. Sweat was dripping upon me from Barry and he asked me again and again if I wanted this. My pleading seemed to ignite something inside him. His fucking was now rutting and I mewled and begged him to give it to me. “I can’t stop it now, boy! I am breeding you and making you mine!” I cried out as I convulsed in an orgasm to beat all orgasms with my hands holding on to Barry in a death grip. My ass squeezed with my ejaculation and Barry’ rammed in as deep as he could go at that point and planted his seed deep in me. I swear time stood still for a moment and I held Barry against me tight and thanked him over and over again as I rubbed his sweat-slick back and kissed him a hundred times.. After Barry left, David said he was proud of me and thanked me for doing that for me. I never said who I had done it for and I was afraid he would know so I just looked down as usual. David said nothing has changed from your assigned protocol—I want you to seed your boyfriend’s pussy with both of our loads. I nodded. David was hard again as he told me how hot it was to see me get nailed by Barry and take his seed. He jacked off in my mouth as he said that we were going to need to play with Barry again and soon so David could know that I was forever marked as his. I just thought whatever, I was going to take Barry again to satisfy me and I was thinking about Barry as David made me drink his cum. I didn’t feel bad with Barry in my head. Barry was a frequent guest in our playtime and each time only seemed to strengthen our connection. Each evening after taking David’s load first and then Barry’s, I got as much of their seed into my partner as I could. At about my 9th month with David I called to say I wasn’t feeling good and to my surprise, David gave me time off from seeing him. He asked questions about how I was feeling and it wasn’t exactly concern I was hearing in his voice. I couldn’t put a finger on it, but he seemed pleased, almost. David was never a sensitive sort so I ignored it. I was sicker than a dog for a week After a few weeks I returned to servicing David and to my disappointment, Barry wasn’t there. I asked David in a way that I hoped wouldn’t get me punished, but David said that Barry had done his job and he didn’t need his services anymore to mark me. I asked David what he meant by Barry ‘doing his job’ and David just smirked. “I think it is pretty obvious” stated David. I just stared at David with an obviously confused look so he continued. “I told you I wanted you marked as my property. You refused my reasonable request to create a subtle tattoo so I had to think outside the box. I wanted you permanently marked and if I couldn’t do it externally, I thought I should do it internally.” I still wasn’t following. David explained “I love marking your ass with my seed, but as often as I do it, I know my seed is pushed out of your body quickly enough. My buddy Barry has seed that can bond with you and remain a part of you forever. I made sure you had his seed often until I know that it took,” A chill went down my back and I felt sick to my stomach. “Barry is poz???” I asked. “He sure is!” David boasted. I started to cry and David said I was now permanently marked as his and he would use me as long as he wanted. I sobbed that he wouldn’t get away with this, but David just played a cassette tape of me asking to be bred by David. He had also discreetly set up a video cam and it sure looked like I wanted to get pozzed by Barry. I had been played perfectly by David and I hung my head in shame. I hit rock bottom when my partner Luke got “the flu” shortly afterwards. At David’s command I had willingly seeded his ass numerous times with Barry’s toxic cum. I didn’t know what to do when luck brought Barry to me. I was at an AIDS fundraiser at the Eagle and there was Barry in leather never looking better. I felt tears well up and I sniffled if I could have a word with him in private. I told Barry what had happened and asked if he was a part of David’s deception. The strong gentleness I had always known from Barry melted away leaving a pissed off man in his place. He swore he only did what he did because I wanted it. He gave me his number and asked me to call him next week. He also kissed and hugged me and promised he would handle this for me—whatever that meant. A week later I met Barry at his house. He had a box with all the blackmail items and a large settlement from the apartment complex that David ran for both Luke and I. He also said David had been suitably punished. I asked how and Barry said he had beat the shit out of David for starters. Luke forgave me for falling into David’s web and I got permission to be Barry’s boy. It turned out that Luke liked Barry and respected him for stepping forth to make amends. I have been in a three way relationship ever since and we are all a family and we all share Barry’s DNA within us. I am finally the boy I always wanted to be and I have a loving daddy and an awesome partner in Luke.

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

Hey ffriends! I wanted to share my experience of 20 years bottoming out, taking massive toys and deep fists. Currently, my go to "smallest" dildo that I can slide in my cunt with little to no lube is the Big Daddy 4xl (Mr.H). I love this toy. Took a while to be able to take him and leave it inside me for intervals of time. Not Easy fyi. Took me 3 years to get to a point where I can leave the dildo all the way inside me over night (Use massive amounts of lube) With that I noticed that my cunt was no longer closing up. At first I was freaked out, but slowly fell in love with how useless my anus is. I am incontinent and need to wear protective underwear as my anus will hang open all the time now. I resort to cleaning out every morning and eating light and drinking ample amounts of water. It's important to mitigate any ulceration of your colon, you don't want to rush anything while sizing up. My largest overall dildo is the Clipclop 4xl all of which I can eat up, though I also have the Ogre 4xl and a 17" horse cock that hits the bottom of my rib cage when it's all in me. Additionally, got the "Bundle of Joy" toy in the largest size. Sometimes I'll run errands while carrying around the toy completely inside. Not recommended unless your cunt is as big as an airport hangar. But I enjoy feeling his head settle into my pelvic bowl. What's amazing about going bigger and bigger is that you'll eventually feel your colon collapse and your inner rings will cease to close as well, leaving you like a windsock. Once my three sphincters were sufficiently wrecked (relentless deep punching of them guaranteed they would stop functioning) I was able to take rather big cocks, balls deep with no lube. As time goes on, I'm getting better at taking a dry fist. I started young though... stretching my anus as young as 7. 20 years later I can take an arm past the elbow, doubles up to, and had been triple fisted twice. I say this to give some background on how I took my anus, which was no use to any men, and expanded it considerably. The most common bit of feedback I get back from whomever has his cock up inside me is: "This feels just like my wifes pussy" or "I didn't realize how hot it is to fuck a loose pussy". FF Masters and Tops love that I'm incontinent and that the lack of anal muscle tone means I can barely clinch my gape closed... and can't fend off from men who want to put their cocks in me. So now I really can't refuse loads cus I literally can't prevent guys from just going right up inside my pussy. I definitely don't regret becoming incontinent and I still want a even bigger asshole. To the level of Kirkj and Timmy PH.

Scene 4 of Sperm Bank. [think before following links] https://classics.treasureislandmedia.com/scenes/scene-04-sling

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…

Mark was the boy next door. In my case, this was literal. I live in a pretty bad part of town, and Mark’s mother was pretty hard up for cash, and she couldn’t afford anything decent for them when she moved in next to me years ago. That was when he was in his last year of elementary school. When he was in eighth grade, I could see that he was going to fill out pretty nicely as he aged. He was a little pudgy and self-conscious about his body. He was always wearing baggy clothes, I think trying to hide his boyfat from bullies. When he was a freshman, his fur started coming in, and by his junior year he had a trashy goatee going, complementing his dark brown curly hair that went from the top of his head turning black as it ran down to his toes. I’m not usually attracted to teenagers. A teenage boy is still a boy. Hell, no one is really manly until they hit their thirties, if then. It takes some time for them to grow hair on their chest, excuse the pun. And they have to be trained. It is a rare boy that is worth the hassle. Mark was different. He was boyish, yes, but also kind of pathetic. I knew that his parents didn’t have money to help him with school, and honestly in my interactions with his mother I assumed it would be pointless anyway since he would probably take after her and she was dumb as a rock. And always, always broke: My first interactions with Mark involved him borrowing something from me. Everything from cooking supplies (basic stuff like butter; she was no chef) to shaving cream when he started to need it a few years ago. She was so dumb she missed the fact that she had a blossoming faggot on her hands. Which was good for Mark, because his stupid mother was also a Pentecostal and didn’t tolerate sodomy. I knew she had her suspicions about me, but she was poor enough to have to send her son my way for the shit she couldn’t pay for, and she needed money more than she needed to express her religious opinions. I first caught wind of this when the kid borrowed a laptop of mine for a school project his junior year. It came back absolutely filthy, filled with gay porn. Age appropriate gay porn; the kid was clearly into other twinkish, young guys. Actually, young white guys that all looked like they came out of an Abercrombie and Fitch shoot. Not my scene, but pretty typical for young white gay teen. Once I knew he had a nose for cock, I started checking the hook up apps for him. Incognito, of course. Eventually I came across him one day, after he had turned 18. According to his profile, he was not into anal. Drug and disease free. Looking for same. Masc only. “Be height weight proportional, under 30 only.” His words all, not mine. Me? I’m all about anal; way, way over 30. And definitely not drug and disease free. But hey, I was masculine. I checked off that box. But I didn’t think the kid would give me the time of day. Little did I know, I had a secret weapon. One day, out of the blue, I got a knock at my door. It was Mark, and he was red with embarrassment. “Hey Mr. Walker, can I talk to you for a minute?” He was shuffling at the threshold to my apartment. He looked like he wanted to be doing anything else. This was always the way he looked when he came over asking for a big favor. “What’s up Mark? Come on in.” I left the door open for him and walked to my living room, sitting in the recliner. Mark followed me, wearing his usual baggy clothing, his phone glued to his hand like always. I had actually bought the phone for him as a gift when he was 15, and all the rest of his friends had the coolest, newest smart phones. It was a pay as you go model, and frankly not very good, but Mark didn’t mind. “Thanks Mr. Walker,” he said as he stood next to the couch. He looked at me, waiting. “You can sit, boy.” I smiled at him, putting an emphasis on the boy part. He was going to need instruction from me at some point. I snapped my fingers, pointing to the part of the couch facing me. “Sit right there.” “Yes, sir,” he said. He was always polite with me, Mark was. I liked that. “Um...I need some advice,” he said. He didn’t want to be having this conversation, that much was certain. He was doing everything he could to look away, delay. He started mumbling something about how stressed he was at school and at home, blah blah blah. Boring poor teenager stories. Talking is overrated: That boy had much better uses for his mouth. “Cut to the chase, Mark: What do you need?” I am not a patient man. I was not about to listen to hours of teen boy sob stories. “Well...see, I need a car to visit my...girlfriend.” This would not be the first time that Mark has borrowed my car. His mother doesn’t own one, and he needed one for his licensing test last year. I own a nice black SUV, and I knew that Mark loved driving it. “I see. Where does your girlfriend live?” Now, I knew damn well that this kid did not have a girlfriend. But I needed to know how far he was going to go to convince me otherwise, in order to get my car. He had to take a moment to think about this. “Uh, Windsor,” he said. “So you need to cross the border?” Mark nodded, eagerly. “Yeah and the thing is she like, um, well her mom is kinda like my mom, you know? So she can’t date or anything, and uh...well, see, her parents are kinda going out of town this weekend...” “So you just need my car for the weekend?” I could feel my dick stirring in my shorts. “Yeah, if that’s ok, Mr. Walker.” He put his head down. The boy didn’t like asking me for help, ever. Probably because he knew how much his mother had taken advantage of me over the years, without me asking for anything in return. If only his mother knew: All of the favors I’d done for Mark over the years were about to be repaid, with interest. I got up and walked over to the door, where my keys were hanging off of a coat rack. I put them in my hand, dangling them. “I don’t know, Mark. If you’re going to be driving I should really let your mom know...” “No!” He said, excitedly. “Please don’t! She won’t let me go.” Those puppy dog eyes were wide open, terrified. “So she doesn’t know about your girlfriend?” “Well uh, she thinks I am going to spend the weekend with a friend from church.” “Jason?” Mark nodded. He did not have many friends, so that could only mean Jason. Jason was Mark’s age, but mixed race and his parents were still together and not, you know, dirt poor like Mark. “So he’s covering for you?” “Well...yeah, I mean...he was gonna go with me...” “You’re both going to go on a date with this girl from Windsor?” “Well I mean, Jay is 19, so he was gonna go and drink while we, uh, did stuff.” Mark is not above lying to get what he wants, but he must have taken me for a fool. He had “borrowed” twenty bucks a couple of months ago to go to Jason’s 18th birthday party, some lame laser tag event with their church friends. And now he had concocted a wild story to justify taking my car out cruising for cock, no doubt. But I sensed an opportunity, and I took it. I made a big deal of it, but after some hemming and hawing I relented and told him that he could use my car that weekend, if he was safe and responsible. The boy was eager, and asked if he could have the keys right away. I told him that I had to clear some things out, but that I would take the keys over to him later that day. After he left, I put my plan into action. Once I had everything in place and set up inside the SUV, I walked over to Mark’s apartment and gave him the keys before his mother got home from work. My own weekend was uneventful. That is, until late on Saturday night, when I turned on the security cameras that gave me a bird’s eye view of my truck’s interior, complete with audio. I toggled a bit, seeing all the different perspectives. It was a sight to behold: A shirtless, tasty Mark giving head to an equally shirtless, big cocked Jason. “Dude, that feels so good,” Jason whispered. “Your mouth feels so fucking good....” “Mmmphh” was all that Mark could say in reply. Jason was snaking his hand down Mark’s back, moving his fingers underneath the boy’s baggy pants. “Just let me fuck you,” Jason asked. Mark shook his head, lifting his mouth up from Jason’s cock. I could see it on one of the screens: That precum and spit connecting Mark’s cocksucker lips to Jason’s tool. “Dude, I told you I’m not into that.” “Come on man, just for a minute.” Jason’s hand moved farther down, and he seemed to be stroking Mark’s ass cheek. “No way Jay. I don’t get fucked.” Jason pulled Mark up and kissed him, then whispered in his ear. Something that was too low for the camera to catch. Mark turned around. “Ok, but just a finger.” Jason immediately shoved his arm further down Mark’s pants and started playing with that unopened hole, causing Mark to groan with pleasure. Oh yeah, I had these boys where I needed them. I let this go on for a while without telling Mark I knew anything. He and Jason had a few more fun nights together in my SUV. Jason was slowly introducing Mark to the pleasures of gay sex, but he was not having any luck getting the kid to give him his ass. At the same time, the boys were starting to drink and smoke pot together. I saw some of it on the cam, but the boy was starting to reek of it when I saw him in the hallway. Finally, one Friday night he texted me, asking if I could come get him because he was too drunk to drive home. I texted back that I didn’t have any way of getting to Windsor. Then he called me. Slurring, he apologized. “I’m not in Windsor,” he explained. “Jay and I got into a fight...” His voice trailed off. He sounded confused, and like he had been crying. “Where are you?” He gave me the directions to a park that was about a half mile away from Jason’s house.They must have been going there to get busy. By the time I had ubered my way over, he was asleep, with the car running. I knocked on the driver’s window and he sat up, startled, and opened the door. “Has the car been running this whole time?” I asked. “Yeah, sorry Mr. Walker, sir,” Mark slurred. “I didn’t want to drive ‘cause...” his voice trailed off, his intoxication obvious. “Mark, you dumb shit, they can get you for a DUI if the car is running. Get in passenger seat.” He stepped out of the car and stumbled, and I had to carry him over to the passenger seat. He started to panic. “I can’t go home like this, Mr. Walker, my mom...” I nodded. “Your mom is going to be very upset with you, don’t you think?” I turned the ignition and started pulling out of the lot and headed towards the park exit. “I’m feeling tense just from what you put me through tonight,” I added. “You could have gotten us both in a lot of trouble.” The boy’s eyes were closed. “I’m sorry Mr. Walker, really I am.” “Well, not as sorry as you will be after I’ve talked with your mom about this. “ Mark opened his eyes, and looked like he was going to keep crying. But he didn’t say anything, just slouched more into his seat. “Especially after I show her the video.” This sobered him up a bit, or at least made him sit up straight. “What video?” “My security camera. Haven’t checked it lately, but if you have been drinking in this car then she needs to know.” That really got his attention. He was staring at me wide eyed. “You have a camera in here?” “Of course I have a camera in here, Mark. You know how often cars get stolen in this town?” Mark didn’t say anything, but he didn’t have to: I could tell from his sweat and trembling that he knew he was going to be caught with his pants down and Jason’s big cock in his mouth. “Uh, could you not show her the video?” I shrugged. “What’s in it for me?” And Mark knew I was right. As far as he knew I had put my trust in him and he had let me down. One of the few people around him that actually seemed to care, and to do things for him. “I can do stuff for you,” he suggested. “Like...chores, that kind of stuff. Just please don’t tell my mom.” “You smell like a distillery and a hemp festival all wrapped in one,” I pointed out. “Your mom is gonna know you were out drinking.” I could feel my cock swelling in my jeans. We were not far from the apartment now. Not far at all. “Can I crash at your place? Please just let me sleep it off,” he whined at me. “If you sleep at my place, are you gonna tell me what happened tonight?” I asked him. “Everything?” He just nodded. But now he looked defeated. As we walked into my apartment, I stopped him at the doorway. “You’re not coming in here with those stinking clothes,” I told him. “Take them off.” Mark hesitated for a minute, then started taking his shirt off, struggling through his inebriation. He stripped down to his boxer briefs, apparently thinking it was over. I had to take a minute to drink him in: A little shorter than me but covered with that fine black fur. And of course, I had to see the rest of him. “All of it,” I said. “And go hop in the shower. I don’t want you stinking up the place.” He walked over to the hallway and immediately went in the wrong room. “Whoops!” I heard him say. Once I heard him step into the shower, I started disrobing. When I opened the shower door he jumped, completely startled. “Mr. Walker! What?” He stumbled again, the alcohol and pot still clouding his head. Now, I am not that attractive. I’m attractive enough to have sex regularly, but I am a little bulky, I’m losing my hair and my thirties are nothing but a memory now, and I have a lot of silver or salt and pepper hair to prove it. But I have something that a lot of fags absolutely love: A nice nine inch cock. And now it was hard, and I was not trying to hide it. I just pushed my way in and pushed him aside as I started rinsing with the water and then lathering soap over my body. “Hot water only lasts for a few minutes,” I explained. “We’re gonna need to share.” He watched me lather up my dick, and he seemed to be hyperfocused on it. So focused he didn’t hear me calling his name. “Mark? Earth to Mark?” I snapped my fingers. He was pretty drunk still. He looked back at me, and then seemed to shake himself out of whatever daydream he was in. “Sorry, Mr. Walker. I’m still kinda out of it.” “That’s ok, boy.” I lathered up my hand with soap. “You know, Mark, I’ve been watching those videos.” I put my soapy, right hand over my cock, stroking it. Mark looked absolutely terrified as I used my left hand to turn him around and press his stomach against the shower, while moving it down his back until my soaped fingers pressed down along his crack. “You probably don’t want your mom to see those videos, do you, Mark?” He just shook his head, hanging it down in shame. “And I am guessing that you don’t want Jason’s parents to see you drinking down his loads of cum, do you?” “No, Mr. Walker.” I started lathering up his hole, and he reached back to stop me but I used my right hand to grab his. “Just let me get you clean, boy.” I started soaping him up, and he started moaning as my fingers teased around his hole. “I don’t really do that,” he whispered. “What? Clean your asshole?” “No, I mean...I don’t put things up there...” I could tell from his body language that he was getting really uncomfortable. I didn’t want to come on too strong. He hadn’t tried to run away from me yet, so I would take it slower. I moved my hand away and shrugged, like I didn’t care. In reality, my hard on throbbed because my touch was the first confirmation that his hole was hairy. “Just soaping it up,” I said. “But you should always keep your cock and ass clean, boy. Always ready for a man to use them.” I finished rinsing off. As I watched him, I saw that his cock was growing. “So you really don’t want your mom to see that video huh?” I asked, scrubbing what was left of my hair with shampoo. I could see Mark staring at me, his eyes darting between my grey haired chest and my cock. “No,” he admitted. His hands had crept to his 5 inch penis, which he was stroking now. “That’s a really big favor, Mark,” I said. “What’s in it for me?” “I don’t know, Mr. Walker...” “You said something about chores?” “Yes!” Mark yelled, eagerly, his eyes wide and a big smile. “I can do chores for you!” He looked at my cock. “What kind of chores?” “Um, any kind...” I put my wet hand in the kid’s hair and stroked it. “Be more specific.” Mark hung his head. “I can suck you off. If that’s what you want.” “No, not really.” Mark had no reason to know this, but I was not really a fan of blowjobs. It was his tight, unpenetrated ass that I craved. “Not right now anyway.” He stared at me. “I have a few videos,” I told him. “Mostly shows you, sucking off Jason. Smoking pot, drinking.” I stroked my cock for him. “Just teens being teens. But I don’t think your mom would like it would she?” He shook his head. “No.” I put my hands on his shoulders. “And you don’t have anywhere else to go, do you?” Mark choked up at this. “No.” “I see.” I pushed him down, until he was forced onto his knees. “You gonna do what I say?” I asked him. He nodded at me, uncertain, his innocent curly haired face staring back at me, waiting. I pressed my dick against his lips. “Open.” I grabbed his hair, holding him against my groin. He dutifully obeyed, taking about a quarter of my nine incher into his mouth. I just stood, waiting. He started licking, hesitantly, moving his tongue around my head. And then I did it: I pissed right in his mouth. At first I think the kid thought that I was filling him with a load. Probably thought that I came prematurely like his boyfriend. But a couple seconds in, he realized what I was doing and, acting on instinct, tried to pull away. That’s when I made sure he drank it all. It wasn’t much, but I had to make sure that he knew the score. After I finished he looked up, mouth still on my dick, bewildered. Frightened. And, I think, a little excited. Because what’s better for a bottom than pleasing his top? Nothing really. And whether this kid knew it or not, he was a bottom. Or a bottom in training. And I aimed to teach him well. “Don’t leave a drop,” I told him. He sucked and sucked for a few minutes. Then I pushed him off of me and finished rinsing off while he waited on his knees. I turned off the water. “Use the mouthwash on the sink,” I told him. “There are towels in the cabinet.” I left the shower, grabbing the towel I had put out for myself when I came in. Stumbling and shaking, Mark came out drenched, looking for a towel. “Where are they?” he asked again, still dazed and confused. I grabbed a towel from the cabinet, annoyed. “Here.” “Thanks, Mr. Walker,” he said, drying himself off. Then he stumbled again, and that was when I realized that this kid was probably too shit faced to even remember me pissing in him. After he finished drying his body, he stood, mute. Waiting for something. “Go sit on the couch,” I said. He obeyed immediately, without question. As his body sank into the couch, I grabbed my phone to interface with the TV. “I’m so sleepy,” he said, snuggling into the couch. The little bitch thought he could get out of this by playing tired! “No school tomorrow,” I reminded him. “And no work for me. You should stay awake.” He preferred not to. He started moving his face against the pillow, smiling against it. “You don’t mind, do you Mr. Walker? I’m just really sleepy...” Now, ordinarily, I would let the boy sleep; after all, this piece of trash was going to end up ass up no matter what I did. Tonight, something was different. I could sense it. I let the kid lie down on the couch, and after he was asleep I raised his legs up. That sweet ass stared at me, winking. I had to have it tonight. So I did what any rational man would do: I went and grabbed a baggie of Tina and started moistening his hole with it. He started to stir. "Mr. Walker? What's going on?" I stroked my cock as I worked his hole over. Then I pushed some of the crystal inside, making Mark wince in pain. "Mark, you and your mother have taken advantage of me." I circled my finger inside his hole, and he moaned. When he saw that I was staring at him, he looked down in shame. "I-I guess. I'm sorry Mr. Walker we just-" I plunged another finger inside. "Ow! Mr. Walker I didn't-ow ow!" I was jabbing both fingers in and out now, and he was starting to open up. His protests were turning to purrs of delight. Oh yes. Tonight I planned to go all the way until this slut was begging for more cock in that pussy.

Fucken hot... love watching bottoms turn into poz cumdump pigs

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.”