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I looked through the Bareback bible that Slut4anyload submitted and below is in my opinion the best of these collated tales: In reflection now I can see my small framed body walking up to the door. Walking in so glad that I'm off the street for anyone to recognize me driving by. I look down at the floor as I walk up to the counter embarrassed I speak quickly not making eye contact. "one too go in." I quickly pay the man at the counter and he hands me a fresh towel and I quickly move my feet through the door. Once in the hall it's all dark, and begins to get damp smelling. My heart is pounding a million miles a minute. I walk down the dark hall and can see doors down the side. At the end a naked man walks by, and my heart almost stops. The rooms to the side have video screens in them playing porno. Male porno. I still can't believe I'm here. No ID at the front desk, and the way he was looking at me? Am I dressed wrong? I have on jeans and a tee shirt, underneath a pair of my old white briefs I like to wear in gym everyday. I'm so scared yet excited. In class I think of the other guys all day. If it wasn't for the internet I wouldn't even know this place was here. I look up and see a couple guys walking down the hall, one with a towel and the other naked, I glace at his cock, it is so long and thick and its soft! I look back at the floor and as I pass them, I can feel their eyes looking at me as they pass. One of the guys whispers out "nice". I am very nervous so I look into a booth I peak in and see a porn playing then turn around a little to see a guy lying down on top of another guy, they are moaning and I think they are having sex! Before I am noticed I back out of the room and walk a little further. I peak into another room to find it empty so I walk in. Scared I latch the door as I enter and take a closer look, on the TV there is a hot porn playing of two young guys giving each other blow jobs. There is a large bench in the corner, covered in black vinyl. Then there is what looks like a work out bench set in the other end of the room, it kinda looks like a fat sea horse covered in vinyl as well. I watch the TV and I can feel my body yearning from within, I have never seen two guys in a film before. They are so young kinda like me, nice firm bodies. One even kinda looks like me about 5' 7" short brown hair and smooth skin, with a big bush of black hair above my cock and smooth balls. He is bigger than my 6.5 though. I slowly lower my hand down to my pants and then I hear a knock at the door. I walked over and opened it up slowly. There is a young cute guy about 5'9" Brown hair, nice body build, his chest was bare and very nice and he was wearing jeans. "Hey can I come in here. There's old guys out here after me, Please, I saw you slip in here." I fell scared but he is very hot and my arm opens the door and he walks in the room. "Here let's lock it man, don't want guys walking in here after me." His nice arm and hands lock the door and he walks over and sits on the bench. I walk over and sit next to him noticing the nice bulge in his jeans. "I'm Matt" I said. "Hey I'm Steve how's it going guy. I saw you walk in looking at the floor, ever been to place like this?" "No" I answered. "Oh it's a hot place just keep the doors locked behind you, lots of old nasty guys around here." "Yeah, okay." "Nice video he said and he kicked back and started watching it pulling out a white cigarette. He lit it and immediately I could tell it was not what I thought it was, it was a joint. I stared at it for I have never smoked before. Steve must have noticed me looking, he reached out his hand and offered me a few hits. I was scared but tonight was a night of new experiences. So I decided to try it. I could feel my lungs burn as I coughed the smoke out. I took two big puffs and was going to hand it back when Steve said "Nah keep that one, ill smoke this one" Steve then pulled out his own and lit it up. After I had taken a few minutes and forced the drugging air into my lungs I could feel my body floating. My cock was twitching in my underwear and I felt so relaxed as I once again looked at the TV playing the porn. I was so horny, yet my cock was soft but very sensitive. Steve asked "thirsty?" "yeah I am." He then pulled out two bottled waters out of a small back pack he had, and handed me one. My mouth was so dry I twisted the top and noticed it had been open, but I was so thirsty. It wasn't long before I drank all the water and was so taken in by the video I almost forgot Steve was there. Several scenes had gone by when I turned my head towards Steve, I felt like jello, my entire body so relaxed and aching for my skin to be touched. Steve was rubbing his bulge through his jeans. "I Love to rub my cock man! So you interested in guys or just here to be curious?" "I am wanting to try being with a guy" "Nice man, love younger guys like you, Matt you have a really nice body man, you should take off your shirt and pants, you can keep your underwear on if you want." I stood up very dizzy. "can you pull my jeans off Matt?" I removed my shirt. I couldn't believe how sluggish I was. "Sure" I reached down grabbing at Steve's socks and pulled his jeans off. My face turned red when I saw the massive bulge in his white but very worn briefs. I undid my button and lowered my zipper and pulled my jeans off of my legs and piled them under the bench. "Matt you have a great body man, nice and smooth, and tight, I really like that in a guy. What do you think about mine?" I sat down and turned to look at Steve's body and without knowing it my mouth opened and I said "I like your chest, and your arms and legs are well built." "Thanks Matt and what else? Come on don't be shy what else do you like? What else do you see?" I don't know where it came from but my mouth opened and "Your dick in your underwear." "Nice" Steve began to rub his dick with both hands. I could see it growing in his briefs and he then pulled at the material ripping his briefs from the piss whole, he tore all the material from his body. This large cock plopped out and began to unbend, it was massive. Way bigger than mine and so thick I could not believe my eyes! Steve then grabbed one of my hands and pulled it to touch his cock. It was so warm and the skin felt smooth in my hand. My fingers touched down and the head which seemed to be as thick as a golf ball, maybe even bigger. It was wet at the end, and Steve just stretched his body out on the bench and smiled at me. Steve's other hand then reached back grabbing my head and he pulled my face down close to his crotch. It was musky and sweaty smelling but I was so excited that my mouth opened and before I knew it his big head was in my mouth. It tasted salty but good. It was leaking a lot of pre-cum, and the taste was turning me on. I was amazed how a boy's cock felt in my mouth. It was so hot, and I could feel his blood pumping through his veins. I was getting so horned up. Being a young guy, I got horny a lot, but I had never felt like this before. My body was feeling so weird and so excited. My dick was super sensitive and every time I would move could feel it against my briefs but I wasn't hard. I looked up at Steve and he was smiling down at me, watching me fumble with his big piece in my inexperienced mouth. Steve's cock grew so big and hard I could feel my ass tingling like it knew it wanted to try to get it in me. I took a break from sucking on Steve and he brought his face to mine and began to kiss me. It was incredible. I felt so overcome by his manly touch. As he kissed me I could feel a slight roughness of facial hair, something I had never felt with girls. His hands wondered all over my body exploring every inch of me until the came upon my dick, he squeezed it and tickled my balls through the side of my briefs. "Why don't you stand up" Steve asked. I stood up and he walked me over to the Work out bench looking seat. Standing behind me he Pulled my underwear down. As the fresh air hit my ass checks It felt as if I was flying naked in a dream. His tongue worked around me ear, which melted my shoulders like butter. My body was so desperate to be touched. As his hands rubbed my chest and crotch it felt as if a thousand hands where messaging me. "Lie down on your stomach on the bench" I straddled the work out bench putting my head on a small vinyl pillow with my legs spread one foot on each side. It was very comfortable and I liked the way it felt to open my ass checks open to the air. Steve rubbed on my back and then his hands worked their way down to my ass. "I have condoms and some KY in my pocket" I whispered out. "Okay, that's good, but we are not ready for those yet. Just relax, if you trust me it wont hurt you." I looked down into my pillow and relaxed my body as much as I could. Steve's hand felt so good, deep rubbing my ass checks. I was in another world, so calm and so comfortable. My asshole then felt something warm and wet. Within a second it was like a had awaken to pleasure. Steve was licking my ass hole and as his tongue became more aggressive I was sent into complete ecstasy. I moaned and felt incredible intense pleasure from his mouth eating on my hole. I was completely overtaken. Steve walked over to my pants and reached in the pocket. When he returned I could feel his hard throbbing member resting in my crack. Steve nibbled on my ear and ran his hands over my ass and back. I could not believe his young body was on top of mine naked. I felt a circle of warm heat find my hole, then I felt a little pressure. Steve was dripping the lube down into my hole and onto his dick. He was moving very slowly, taking his time as not to hurt me but I started to feel my ass stretching around his large head. He pushed a little harder and I tried to relax and meet his advancement and as the pain increased it suddenly vanished as his head had entered my ass ring and he paused for a moment. "Your ass feels so good stretched around my big cock. My big dick loves your tight hole boy. You okay?" "Yes its okay now, it feels so good please don't stop!" I answered. "Yeah boy that's a good boy. Let me take that hole! Come on give it to me. You should be wanting it really bad by now. When you smoked that joint it was full of Crystal. The water you drank had a x pill in it too! Your body should be screaming for cock by now boy" I began to release that it was all making sense, why I was dizzy, and floating. I was mad I had been drugged, but his cock inside me felt so good, I could not tell him to stop. I was so over taken in the moment and the wonderful feeling I wanted more. "Oh, man fuck me" I said " Fuck me good Steve please! This feels so fucking good." Steve's large member worked in and out of my chute. I could feel his large head as it motioned trough my inner body. After several minutes it felt like his cock had gotten even harder and bigger. "I'm going to go real slow, moving my cock in your hole. Its getting ready. Ready to reward you and welcome you to slut world. See your ass is going to be begging for cock from this day forward. You will never be able to get enough dick in your ass. Yeah nice and slow, I'm almost there. Yeah man, here it comes I want you to feel my hot cum poor into your body. Feel my meat pulse in you ass, delivering to you my seed" It was incredible. Steve pushed all the way in, burring his huge pole all the way up my ass. I could feel his cock twitching in my stomach, and my intestine becoming all warm as his fluid entered me. I was so taken by the moment I had never in life experienced so much pleasure. Steve rested upon my body leaving his cock planted in my hole. "You really liked that huh, my cock has made you into a total slut bottom boy hasn't it?" "Yes, it was incredible" I replied. "Why don't we open that door over there and let all the guys that want to come on in here to welcome your boy pussy to manhood? I think that's what you really want! More cock. It doesn't matter if they are old, fat or ugly as long as their nice cocks can enter your cute butt and fill it full of thick creamy cum. You would like that wouldn't you?" My mind was racing. I knew I shouldn't be doing this. I was scared, what about diseases? What about AIDS? My mind was telling me the list of 100 reasons why I shouldn't. My body was so relaxed and felt so good though it was screaming yes! Mind NO. Body YES! I looked up at Steve "I want to but I'm scared." "Don't be, this is what and who you are. This is what you truly need and desire to be happy. I am going to open that door and let 100 guys come in here and unload in your ass. You will never forget the lust from tonight. I already opened your ass and pumped a nice creamy poz load into you. Right now in your ass, cum is leaking into the walls, desperately being absorbed by your hungry body. My poz cum is working its way into to all your cells. Don't you feel the tingle deep in your ass? That's your body converting. Being overtaken by poz cum. And why is it so hungry for poz cum? Because now your free. Free to experience pleasure with out mind. Free to experience your body. It's a gift boy. That's why you were born, to be used as a fuck toy for all the beautiful cocks god has put before you. To allow their seed to turn your soul free. You will fulfil great sex and pleasure at your young age. Once you get older and your ass is all used and no longer any good to serve the masses of cock the virus will take hold and take your body. Live now boy. Live now!" I didn't know what to think. I was speechless. This good looking guy had just given me aids. I was so confused. My mind was so scared, I couldn't believe what I had done. I was starting to cry then I felt my ass twitching. I could still feel the warmth of the cum in my hole. I looked Steve deep in his eyes and couldn't believe what had just happened to me. I opened my mouth to tell him how angry I was "Open the door." What had I just said? Open the door? I felt a certain amount of relief. "yeah you want it huh boy?" "Yes, please. Open the door. Please. Let them come in and fuck me" I had never been so excited before. My body had such anxiety. I watched Steve unlatch the door and open wide for all to enter, he came back and sat down at my head. Within seconds A big fat black guy paused at the door and looked over to my young body on the bench. He began to walk in towards me. Man he was really black and ugly fat and old looking. His Pants dropped and my eyes stared at the log hanging between his legs. "Yeah boy, see how you know you want that big stick tearing you open don't you?" Steve asked me. I looked over at Steve. I could hear the black man walking up closer to me. I looked at Steve "please stay with me?" "Wouldn't miss it boy, we are going to be here all night. And ill cheer you on the whole time!" talking to the black guy which now had the head of his hard cock pressed against my hole Steve Said "Hey black boy. This little bottom slut got fucked for the first time just a few minutes ago. I filled his tight ass with my hot cum, but he want s more? Why don't you poke it in there and give that hungry ass more of what it wants!" With that the black man plunged his long pole into my body, I could tell it was just as thick as Steve's but much longer. I could feel his dick gliding against my walls swishing around all the warm cum Steve had gave me. "Hey black boy, tell the truth now! You Poz or neg?" Steve asked. "Poz" grunted the black man. "Fuck yeah man, just don't fuck him, rape that ass man give it to him!" The black man went wild and severely pounded into my hole. Soon he was grunting and with Steve Cheering him on I felt his cock convulsing and a new sense of warm fluid filling my gut. In all Steve stayed with me and my ass became a place for about 60 guys to dump their load in. By then cum was running down my legs, all over the bench down at my balls. When the last guy was done, Steve had me stand up. I looked at all the cum on the floor and bench that had oozed out of my hole. "Now the drugs will cover up the pain. But you were really worked open boy. Tomorrow you will be so sore you won't be able to go to work." "I don't work, I'm still in school. I have class tomorrow. My mom will let me stay home though." A large smile took over Steve face and I could see he was so pleased. "Even better then." We went our separate ways and I made it back to home. I got to my room and crawled into bed still amazed at what I had done, still feeling the cum of several men leaking out of my battered hole and onto my sheets. Steve was right about needing more cock in me though. Within a week I was back. This time not looking at the floor or locking doors. I would walk down the halls and go to the main back room. I was always welcomed into the sling and all the men there used my ass to pleasure their cocks and dump their loads. Four months later I will never forget the look I got from Steve one night as I was in the sling getting filled and I could see him looking at me smiling, standing next to a hot young looking boy I recognized from another schools baseball team. He looked scared and shy. I could tell he was really nervous. Steve put his hand on the boys shoulder and I floated away and began to dream as I saw Steve escort him into a private room. The boy not even knowing what was yet about to happen, or what he was going to experience or eventually become. I was happy though, I knew that within and hour or so Steve would have him ready, I'd walk into that boys room and Steve would be there cheering me on as I pierced his body and spread my poz seed to him.

Timmy and Peter walked home together at the end of the day. Although the sauna was open until 10pm, it was rarely busy at that time and Bill said with a smirk he was happy to take care of any latecomers. Peter’s mother was still out, so they headed round to Timmy’s place. “Hello, you two.” Said Timmy’s mother as she opened the door and ushered them inside. “You look happy with yourself, Peter. How many cocks came up you today?” Peter flushed. He still hadn’t got used to Timmy’s mother and her involvement in their sex lives “A few” He mumbled. She laughed and smacked his fat arse. “Grandad’s in the living room. Go and say hello whilst I make some tea. If he gets in your pants just don’t drip spunk on my sofa.” They went through to the lounge. The old man was sat on the battered sofa watching horse racing on the TV. He was wearing only lounge pants and his naked torso sprouted grey hair. “Hi, lads,” He said. “Come and sit on the couch, Peter.” Peter went and sat beside him. “How’s it going, Timmy?” He said, undoing Peter’s trousers. “Alright, I guess,” Said Timmy. “It was busy today. A bloke came into fix some plumbing and ended up with Sid and Arthur’s cum up his arse!” Grandad laughed as he released Peter’s cock and began to stroke it. “Ah, well. I think I know who you mean. Was it Kevin the other guy’s partner?” As he spoke, he dipped his head and began slowly licking and sucking Peter’s little cock. Peter lay back, red faced, watching the old man’s head bobbing up and down. It was hot in the room, so Timmy stripped off his clothes and sat naked in the arm chair watching and stroking his cock. “Yes.” He said. “Took to it like a trooper. Well pregnant now I should think.” Timmy’s mum came in carrying some tea. “Crumbs,” She said, watching Grandad fellating Peter. “Can’t leave you alone for 5 minutes. Get your mouth off his cock and drink your tea.” There was a knock at the door. Timmy’s mum went down the hall and opened the door. To her surprise, it was Timmy’s maths teacher, Mr Jones. “Hello!” She said, I haven’t seen you since Timmy left school.” “Oh...hello...”He said, now a little shy. “I heard Timmy didn’t go off to college, and I wondered how..you know..how he was getting on?” She looked at the short, overweight old man with his pink face, wispy white hair and pudgy fingers tugging anxiouly at a grimey shirt cuff. She had always had her suspicions about Mr.Jones and there was something about his creepy manner which raised those thoughts again. Should she let him in? The expression on his face would be priceless. “Timmy is here with his friend, Peter. Why don’t you come in? Mind you, you will have to take us as you find us!” She took his coat and he waddled off down the hall. As she hung it up, she heard him say “Oh my!” in a high pitched, lispy voice. In the living room, Peter was now naked and kneeling on the sofa being none too gently buggered by Grandad who stood behind him. “Who...who’s..this then?” He gasped. Timmy’s mother took in the open-mouthed old teacher as he saw the big cock sliding in and out of the fat upraised backside and said. “Here’s Mr.Jones come to see how you are getting on, Timmy” Mr Jones glanced across, and did another double take as he saw his former pupil naked and stroking a rather stiff erection. “Wow!” Timmy sat forward, grabbing his tee-shirt and hiding his cock. “ Wh...what are you..doing here?” Mr Jones couldn’t speak. His mouth was dry, and his trousers were uncomfortably tight with the sight and smell of sweaty sex before him. “Would you like some tea?” She asked sweetly, “I’m sure grandad won’t be long. Timmy, put down that silly shirt and come and give me a hand.” Timmy slowly dropped his tee shirt and stood up. His cock was ramrod stiff and Mr Jones almost reached out to touch it as Timmy went past and into the kitchen. “Nice of you to..oof that’s soft...to come round, Mr Jones.” Said Grandad, sweat dripping on to the upraised buttocks “ Can you ...oh yes...stay long?” Mr Jones licked his lips “Well...I...I don’t want to intrude” Grandad shook his head “No bother.. oh yeah I’m definitely cumming!” He gave a gasp and his wrinkled buttocks quivered as he shot into Peter’s bottom. “Thats better!” He gasped stepping back until his wet, slimey cock fell out of the arsehole followed by a drool of sperm. Mr. Jones felt his heart miss a beat as he saw the sperm rimmed hole. He’d been fucked bareback! “erm… isn’t that rather...you know..risky?” He said, nodding at Peter’s dripping hole. “Well, now..”said Grandad. “You might be right. But that’s what an arsehole is for – to be bred and filled with poz babies. Peter here is already pregnant, aren’t you lad?” Peter looked over at Mr. Jones, wriggled his fat bottom and said “Hello Mr. Jones, remember me?” “Oh my.” Mr. Jones felt himself sliding into a situation which scared him, but which he also felt a growing craving to take further. He really should go, these people were depraved. But he couldn’t go, he felt too excited, too drawn like a moth to a flame. “You look like you need to sit down.” Said Grandad. He took Mr Jones hand and guided him over to the sofa, sitting him down between himself and Peter. “So, you taught these two young men maths?” He said, putting his hand onto the teachers thigh. “Y..yes..”He said, his eyes drawn to Peter’s little cock which was standing up from his belly. “What’s your first name, mate?” Said grandad, beginning to pull at his belt and undo his fly. “James...Jim..”Said the teacher. Grandad had his belt open and pulled down the zip. His big belly billowed out and his cock made a tent of his underpants. “Well now, Jim, lets just slip these down, shall we?” Grandad tugged at his trousers and pants and slipped them down to his ankles. Jim closed his eyes as his cock was exposed to their gaze. It was small and wrinkled and only just stood out from his thighs “Ah, here’s the tea.” Timmy’s mother appeared with a tray which she put on the table. “Do you take sugar?” She asked. Grandad’s hand had slipped beneath the teacher’s ample bottom and was probing his hole. It must have been wet with something because it slipped inside “yes please...oooh..ooh.”His eyes widened as the finger slid sensuously in and out of his hole. “Mr. Jones name is Jim” said Peter. “Well don’t mind me.” She said, sitting in a chair and raising her cup. Timmy had returned and stood behind the sofa. Grandad looked up and winked at him, nodding at his cock and then at Jim. “How are things at the school? He undid Jim’s shirt and took it off, revealing a flabby pink torso with big brown nipples. “F..fine..it’s end of term now...”blushing furiously at being naked in front of Timmy’s mother. “That’s good.” said Grandad, “ Now just turn round and kneel on the sofa. That’s right, show us your lovely arsehole. Beautiful” Jim found himself kneeling on the sofa, bottom sticking out and face to face with Timmy’s erect cock. “Isn’t it lovely?” whispered Grandad, carefully smearing lube over Jim’s arsehole. “I bet you didn’t know he’d grown into such a big one. Why don’t you hold it?” Jim reached out and held the quivering, stiff flesh and knew he was lost. He knew what he wanted which was to feel this wonderful cock inside him. “He’s poz, like me and Peter,” Grandad whispered in his ear. “Does that make you want it in you more?” Jim groaned and lowered his head. He couldn’t speak. He could call a halt. He could leave. But the thought of taking Timmy’s cock and in front of his mother was breathtaking. Grandad nodded his head and Timmy went round behind the big bottom of his old teacher. He pushed his cock at the pink slit and the head slid inside Jim raised his head and his eyes went wide. What was he doing! This was madness! “Easy,” said Grandad. “Just let him put it inside you and see how it feels. Here, try this.” He produced a brown bottle and unscrewed the cap. “Wha..what is it?” “Just something to help you relax. Sniff” Jim took an experimental sniff and felt his head swim and his body melting. “Oh gosh!” He said. As he spoke, Timmy slid his cock fully up into Jims arse, smiling across at his mother who mouthed “naughty boy!” at him. The teacher’s arse was hot, wet and tight and Timmy knew he wouldn’t last long. “There now,” whispered Grandad. “Isn’t that nice? Do you want him to stop?” Jim was overcome. The cock sliding in and out felt so wonderful, so right and the poppers made him want to stretch his hole even wider. He just sagged and closed his eyes as Timmy fucked him. His thrusts were getting harder and his cock was throbbing. “Do you want him to stop, Jim? Or do you want him to shoot his poz cum in you and give you a baby? Jim gave a little sob. He had a vision of himself kneeling being fucked by Timmy and what was going to happen. Yet it felt so right, as if the most natural thing in the world was he should be impregnated by this young man. “Yes please” He whispered back. Grandad nodded at Timmy who was pleased to be able to let go at last. He thrust in further, feeling his cock throb, his balls tighten, then he was spurting, spurting into the hot wet hole. Jim felt Timmy orgasm deep inside him and knew he was being filled with tainted sperm as grandad kissed his cheek and whispered “welcome to the club, Jim.” When Timmy finished, he pulled out slowly so only a drool of cum leaked out. Timmy’s mum got to her feet and picked up a towel from the tray. She wiped Jim’s arse with it and said “ Well now, I expect you could use some more tea, eh Jim?”

Luke’s First Sore Hole Fuck Deep in the basement of very large house—10 bedrooms, each with two to three simple beds—in the slightly seedy far West side of Chicago, a very tall hunk of a man stood in front of a very small young man. Jason Rossi—6’8”—was naked, his heavily muscled body covered in a light layer of dark fur. His huge shoulders and biceps bulged with power, his tight eight-pack guiding the eye down to his huge cock. At least 10 inches, uncut and thicker than a beer bottle, the giant Italian sausage jumped and pulsed with desire as he paced around the 18 year old, his huge muscle ass and massive, powerful, thighs rippling in the dim light. The boy he circled—Luke—was strung up, his arms taut overhead, a thick leather blindfold covered his dark green eyes. He wrists were bound together and he hung from a chain in the ceiling, pulled so high he could only use the tips of his toes to support himself. Luke was struggling, but Jason could care less. The boy was a whore, about to undergo his second training session as an introduction to his new life. And Jason didn’t care because the difficult position highlighted the boys fantastic body. Luke had curly dark blond hair, shaved tight around the sides but with a satisfying mop on top. Jason couldn’t wait to use it to keep the boys back arched, when he fucked the boy and rode him around the small padded room like a horse. Luke had been a diver in high school, and his perfectly plated, small muscled body looked even more muscular in its used, beaten, and dehydrated state. Jason didn’t like to fuck fresh twinks—let’s be clear, he had fucked fresh twink before and he definitely would again—but Jason’s sadism meant he had a special taste for virgin twinks who’d been fucked and fisted, drugged and belted, for several days and then allowed to rest just until the their holes were tender and sore. That was the kind of boy Jason liked to fuck. He knew Luke’s story and had seen video highlights of Luke’s first training. Luke had been the golden middle child of a rural farming family from bumfuck Illinois. Good grades, great diver, sweet happy kid. Until he made the mistake of telling his Bible-thumping family that he was gay. They’d kicked him out with just the clothes on his back, and in his desperation he’d sold the watch his grandma gave him for graduation and bought a bus ticket to Chicago. Chicago’s streets had not been kind to the sweet blonde hick, and after the third rape attempt by some homeless dude he’d turned up at the door of Joseph Karzinski’s brothel on the advice of some other street boys. Luke had been desperate for a roof over his head, so he’d failed to ask why the other boys preferred to chance it on the streets rather than be one of Karzinski’s boys. Little Luke didn’t know the boys were paid a 1/4 gram of meth for every boy they referred. Jason figured Luke was getting a sense of how bad things were now. The thoughts of the things he’d seen the boy do already, his virgin ass violated for hours by two massive black cocks, then hole filled with ounce after ounce of Tina, then fucked and fisted while the boy begged for more. Why, those memories made Jason’s already hard cock even harder. There was an order of things for new boys at Karzinski’s. First Deshae and Deshawn, massively tall twins with bodies at least as muscular as Jason’s own, skin jet black and covered in tattoos, introduced the boys to their new status as whores without any control over what happened to them. The twins always started off tender—Jason had loved watching the boy struggle to accept just the tip of Desahe’s massively thick 9 inches. But Luke—like so many other repressed white boys—craved being fucked by big black cock. And within a half hour he was taking the cock like a pro. But then Deshawn moved in, bad cop to his brother’s good cop. He forced Luke to his knees, and made the twink drink his foul chempiss straight from the tap. When the boy resisted, Deshaee held the boy down while Deshawn blistered Luke’s tight bubble ass with his thick belt. To be clear the belt was as much a strap as anything, 1/2 inch thick leather with holes down the middle. At the memory of Luke’s scream, Jason spun the boy—Luke cried out in pain as the spin tortured his straining joints—and admired the still visible belt stripes, turning purple now as they tried to heal. Jason leaned in, pulling the straining little muscle body close, placing the tip of his fat, rock hard cock head against the boys hole, then pushing it just the tiniest bit inside. The boy cried out, and Jason whispered in his ear, “What are you boy?” Luke was shuddering with this new promise of pain, and tears stained his cheeks. “I am a whore, sir, I am here to do anything you say.” Jason smiled, “Good boy.” Jason removed the tip of his cock from the boy and walked over to the side of the room. “I am going to let you down boy, be careful not to fall. I am not much on whipping, but I’ ll start you off with a whole new set of stripes on that ass if you fall.” The boy was shaky, but managed to stay standing, his shoulders flexing as Jason let him down. Jason walked up, admiring the boys beauty and unbound his wrists. The boy groaned, though as Jason retied Luke’s wrists behind his back. “Kneel, pretty whore, and open your mouth, “ Jason commanded, although he helped the boy down. Jason stood in front of Luke, and admired the scene in the mirror that surrounded the room. It looked like a Tom of Finland fantasy. Luke’s body was small but oh so perfect, and his hot little pecs looked amazing pulled back tight like that. Jason’s massive body and dark Italian skin loomed over the boy, his huge cock dripping precum. Jason aimed his cock at the boys open mouth, and rubbed the dripping head around the boys lips. The change in the boy was electric, he groaned with desire, and his tongue darted out seeking the musty manhood. “Fuck you are a natural whore aren’t you, “ Jason said laughing, “You want cock, boywhore?” Luke nodded so Jason slapped him hard, “ You speak when spoken to.” Luke said, “Yes sir, please sir, can I taste your cock.” Jason obliged by plunging his cock down the boys throat, causing him to choke, and then he brutally facefucked the boy, causing Luke to gag and retched. He only did it for a few minute before pulling out leaving the boy red faced and gasping for air. Jason unstrapped the boy’s blindfold and stepped several paces back so the boy could see Jason in his full glory. It took a few minutes for the boy’s eyes to adjust to the light. But when he did those green eyes immediately burned with lust at the sight of the huge muscular man in front of him. “Like what you see, whore?” Jason smirked, “Tell me what you are thinking, and speak freely.” “I…mmm..fuck, sir,” Luke stumbled, “You are smoking hot.” Jason strode forward and lifted the boy to his feet, kissing him roughly and passionately. “Here’s something you are unlikely to hear much,” Jason growled, “But you are smoking hot yourself, little whore.” Jason untied the boy’s hands and lifted him into the sling, restraining his hands and feet and putting a strap across the boys gorgeous small abs. He left one arm free enough to hold a bottle of poppers later, but otherwise, the boy couldn’t break free or offer much resistance. Leaning in to roughly kiss the boy, he used his right hand to massage the boys sore asslips. Jason grinned when Luke cried out. “Are your pussy lips sore? Why’s that?” Jason demanded. “I had a lot of sex for a long time, sir, a few days ago.” “You like big cock, whore,” Jason said. Luke blushed, “Yes sir, it hurts sometimes but I love it.” Jason smiled, spit in his hand and slicked up cock, coating the huge shaft with glistening moisture. “Good, I gotta big one and I don’t care if it hurts.” Jason rammed his cock forward, plunging into the boys sore hole roots deep. Luke’s entire body went rigid and his mouth opened in a silent howl. But the rock hard cock went in anyway, in little bursts of pain, as Luke’s sore colon tried to accommodate the monster. When the thick head reached the boys second hole it remained closed, too sore to open. So Jason reached up and grabbed the boys shoulder and pushed. This time Luke screamed aloud, as the big cock battered through his second hole. Jason smiled, there would be blood from that bit, perfect for making the boys hole absorb the giant bumps of Tina he had at the ready. Jason stayed completely still, watching the feelings of agony and anger at the pain war with the little whores mashocistic bottom nature. The kids body was writhing as much as it could in its bound states and his perfect abs were struggling. “You know boy,” Jason said, “There is nothing quite as sweet as fucking a boys sore ass. He continued, “But there’s something especially sweet about the fire-hot hole of a virgin twink one or two rest days after those giant-dicked [banned word] have fucked, stretched, fisted, and loaded him up with Tina. Your little whore pussy is so hot right now.” Jason fucked Luke for an hour straight, changing angles and pile-driving the poor punished hole. As soon as he opened up a new part of the boys hole, he’d switch angles and start on another. Luke had stopped crying, lying there trying to accept the pain. Jason smiled. Now the real fun could begin. He pulled his big cock out and slipped the blindfold back on the kid. He opened a drawer and pulled out a small plate of crystalline powder and coated his cock from top to bottom with it. He found three big shards and pushed them into his cock slit. And then he positioned his big cock at the boys dragging, raw pussy lips. He slipped off the boys blindfield and said, pointing to his own eyes, “Eyes here whore.” Smiling wickedly he thrust his cock into the whorehole in one big push. Within seconds Luck started screaming, and when the burning cockhead pierced his second ring, he began a keening yell. Jason released a spurt of strong chempiss to dislodge the shards and then he began to fuck. Within seconds the fat dick had delivered its payload, within 30 seconds Luke was high as kite, his pupils black with lust. Looking intensely into Jason’s black eyes, “Please sir, fuck me, use me.”

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The Second Day of Christmas Christmas Day was a whirlwind. When I finally woke up, I could feel something deep in my soul had shifted, not to mention deep in my hole. I didn’t really believe what had happened in the previous twelve hours, but reaching my hand around to my ass and feeling my sore, damp hole made the reality stick. I wasn’t a virgin any longer, and I gave that up to the sexiest person that I knew — someone I never thought I could be with. I felt a grin spread across my face. Somehow, this has made me powerful in ways I had yet to understand, but I knew I was a changed person. I pulled myself together to throw on some clothes to join my family to exchange gifts. I sat with my family, but my mind was thoroughly on Chett, the soreness in my ass a testament of what we had done. Once the gifts had been exchanged and brunch eaten, I raced up to my room to grab my phone. MERRY CHRISTMAS, CHETT! I DON’T HAVE THE RIGHT WORDS, BUT THANK YOU FOR EVERYTHING. It was when I was back downstairs and about to get involved with the family game night that I got a response. MERRY CHRISTMAS, JORDY! CAN’T WAIT TO SEE YOU AGAIN. WANT TO CATCH UP TOMORROW? My immediate response was YOU JUST NAME THE TIME AND THE PLACE AND I WILL BE THERE. The rest of the day I couldn’t shake my distraction or the newfound sense of power I had been given. Even my brothers both asked if I was alright because I seemed changed. Getting ready for bed, I probed my hole with my fingers — no lasting damage seemed to have been done, and everything had returned to its normal size. When I got back to the bedroom and plugged my phone into the charger, I saw a message from CHETT: MEET ME TOMORROW AT THE ARCH. 9:00 AM. BRING A BLANKET. * * * * * * Grabbing a blanket from the hall closet and getting permission from the family to go out were simple. We never made Boxing Day plans as a family, and usually were just lazy around the house. Mom asked when I would be home, and I said I didn’t know. Her response was, “well, at least you’re going to be with Chett. He always seemed like such a sweet young man when you introduced him around here. I don’t know what he sees in you, though — he is so talented.” The little bit of confidence that I had been feeling exploded inside my chest and I threw the blanket into the car and backed out of the driveway. I tried not to think about her comment too much on the way there and was determined to not burden Chett with that when I arrived. It took about fifteen minutes to make it downtown and find a parking space. The old station wagon Chett drove in high school was parked in the lot, so I pulled in next to his car. He bounded out before I had cut the engine and came over to open the car door. Before I even had both feet on the ground, he had pulled my head to his for a deep kiss. The question of why he would want to spend time with me melted a bit as I got lost in Chett’s mouth. I broke the kiss and looked deep into his eyes, “I missed you.” “I missed you, too. I’m glad that you could come out here today and spend some time with me.” He chastely pecked my lips. “I thought we could have a little picnic and just talk for a while. I’ve never been good at hiding excitement, and I didn’t even try to play it cool. “I love picnics! Let me grab the blanket. . .” I twisted around in the seat and hauled the blanket from the backseat into my lap, “I wish I would have known, I would have brought something!” “Oh, don’t worry. I have a full feast that me and my mom made this morning. I hope you will like it.” He helped me out of my car and walked around to the back of the station wagon. Opening the rear hatch, he took out a big basket and small cooler. Not gonna lie, I wasn’t exactly prepared for a date, but this felt organic and super romantic. “Come on!” Chett tried to carry the cooler and the basket in one hand and hold his other in mine, but I laughed and stopped him. “You’re going to drop something. Hold things the way they need to be held and I will stay close.” My free hand curled around his waist and we walked into the park with a small cooler between our hips. We set up our little picnic in the footprint of the Arch and settled into an excellent spread of cold fried chicken, fruit salad, a lovely “Pasta House-style” Italian salad, fresh scones still steaming from the oven, homemade strawberry preserves, and chocolate eclairs for dessert. We washed that all down with glasses of sparkling grape juice. It felt more romantic than I expected, and was something else that ticked off in my mind as being a new experience. While we ate we caught up with each other’s lives. I heard more about how he was settling into life in New York City, how he was branching out into different interests, trying new things, and finding himself outside the judgy Midwestern upbringing he had through high school. I told him about my frustration at wanting to get out and not knowing what I was doing, where I wanted to go, and my loneliness. We hugged it out and were packing up the picnic when I asked, “how did you end up experimenting with guys in college? Surely I can’t be your first partner. . .” Chett was quiet for a moment while he helped me fold the blanket and we started our walk back to the car. “Well,” he said, “it is kind of an embarrassing story.” “I’d love to hear it.” “How about this. . . We could go under the bridge and make out for a bit while I tell you the story.” I caught the sideways glint in his eye. “Yes!” We scrambled to stash our picnic supplies in our cars and held hands and half-ran under the arches of the nearby bridge. I was quickly pushed to the side wall and his mouth and entire body were on me, feeling like I was completely enclosed in his embrace as our tongues danced together. We made out for a few minutes before slowing and pulling away from each other for a moment. Chett looked at me and grabbed my waist with both hands, rubbing our erections together under our jeans. “Are you sure you want to hear all about my sex life at school?” I wiggled my hips at him, “of course! I promise I won’t be too jealous.” I winked at him. He sighed dramatically and started in on his story. “Well, I hand’t been around long when the teammates were trying to hook me up with one of the girls who were always hanging around when the team would go out for dinners or drinks. It wasn’t too long before one of the wingers came up to me and point-blank asked if I was gay. I told him that I thought so, but hadn’t ever been with a guy before. He gave me a hug and said it was okay. Turns out, most of the guys on the team were bi or bi-curious, so a lot of them had played around with each other. I took the winger back to my dorm that night and we exchanged blowjobs and kissed a bit. It was super awkward because I didn’t think I knew what I was doing, and this guy was clearly doing this as just a favor for me.” “After we were done, he was asking me what I wanted in a relationship or from life in general, and I told him that I had someone that I really liked in high school, but I didn’t know how to come out to him or how to initiate anything.” Chett nudged my shoulder with his. “And I would have hated for you to have a shitty first time because I had no experience.” I smiled up at him. “You know there is no way that we could have had a shitty time if you were into me. It took all my willpower to not try to hold your hand when I saw you in high school — I just assumed you were straight.” “Yeah, I know that now, but I really wanted your first time to be good. My birthday was on a Saturday in September this year, and one of the guys suggested that I try to get some for my birthday. I was a little tipsy from their festivities and decided to make a profile on Sniffies and see what was out there. I ended up going to this older guy’s house and he gave me an education. . .” Chett slipped his hand under the front of my shirt and snaked toward my left nipple, “he showed me how to make a guy feel special.” Chett’s fingers gently fondled my nipple, rolling it between his fingers. I let out a little moan. “He was great at showing me what the body can accommodate.” Chett’s other hand loosened my belt and popped the button on my jeans before settling between the jeans and my underwear. “He wanted to show me that it is possible to have control, give up control, or just let go of yourself to pleasure.” Chett pinched my nipple and I let out a breathless yelp while I felt precum soak through my briefs. Chett smiled again and leaned forward to whisper in my ear. “He gave me what I gave you — the fuck of my life. And he cemented a bond that connects me to the history of gay men across the world, and I hope that we will share that one day, too.” Chett’s stroking, teasing, and the power he was radiating did me in and I became only supported by the wall of the bridge arch and Chett’s weight pressing against me. “Fuck me, Chett. Fuck me right now!” “That’s what I like to hear.” Chett made sure I was steady enough on my feet that he could back away, removing his hands from under my clothes before removing his belt and snapping open the fly of his jeans. “Turn around.” Before I could completely turn around, I finally got a glimpse of the cock that had so totally wrecked me the day before. His uncut dick fell ponderously out of his fly, engorged with blood. It had to be as big around as a Red Bull can, if not larger, and easily as wide as two of my hands; his evil Prince Albert glittered in the winter sun. “How the fuck did that thing fit in me last night!?!?!?” I felt a wave of panic sweep over me and my ass clench tight. “Don’t worry, you were a natural. Not too many people have dicks like this, and you will be open and loose in no time.” His cock continued to rise, filling even more with blood and bouncing like it was sniffing out its prey. “Let me get you nice and open again.” Like last night, he got to work tongue fucking my ass. My resolution to stay strong didn’t last long. My hole yielded to his ministrations, feeling the warmth of his tongue invading my hole and the nerve endings in my pucker zinging with pleasure at the stimulation. It wasn’t long before his face was planted as deep as it could get in my crack while his tongue probed my chute. Coming up for air, Chett adjusted his pants and pulled my back upright before pressing the air out of my chest against the wall. He bent his knees slightly while lining up his dick before he slowly stood to his full height, impaling my hole on his shaft. As it entered to the occasional sharp pain, it was like the space it was occupying slowly pushed all the air out of my lungs. One long, whispering sigh which changed to a small groan as he punched through my second hole and I was fully nestled with his rod completely in me. Chett’s breathing still sounded labored, like he was working hard to control himself when I turned my head and simply said, “what are you waiting for?” I wasn’t prepared for how sex in this position would feel. Being pinned down seemed to be a thing with him, but in the upright position, I couldn’t help but try to keep my feet under me and hold on for the ride. While our first fuck had been frantic and white-hot with intensity, this was more deliberate and felt like we were deepening our emotional connection. As he carefully full-pistoned his dick through my ass, I felt like this was more than just a kinky fuck in public, this was making love. I began to squeeze my hole a bit and tried to work muscles inside my chute and I heard his breath hitch. “Yes! Fuck! Jordy, you don’t know what you do to me. I want you to know that you’re mine if I can be yours.” That made my hole quiver and made me moan with extra intensity. The constant tapping on my prostate and my hyped emotional state started the runaway train to orgasm and I began shooting all over the bridge walls while Chett’s constant movement didn’t change. “Yes, you are so hot when you are cumming in public.” Chet whispered in my ear before nibbling on my earlobe. He continued for a few more minutes, not giving my hole a break until I could feel him speed up and start pushing deeper into my body. His cock swelled as he bit the back of my neck and let out a primal growl as the pulsing began. His orgasm slowed and he began to shrink. I held him in my ass as long as I could, but when he finally slipped out, I felt my hole struggling to close on its own and some of his seed dripping down my thigh. He held me there for another minute or so, just pressing me to the wall with his weight, folding me into his arms as our breathing returned to normal. Once he let me go, I refastened my jeans and spun around to take his dangling manhood into my mouth. I was a bit alarmed to see some streaks of red on the head of his foreskin, but I figured that taking a dick like that twice in two days was probably going to do some damage. And it didn’t seem to be causing me pain, so I got to work without complaint, gently licking his balls, shaft, foreskin, and cock head to take the clean, salty liquid off his skin and put it inside me. Once I had finished cleaning and worshipping his penis, he tucked things back into place and pulled me upright into a kiss. We made out for awhile, sharing the last tasty drops of his cum and my ass juices together before he wordlessly grabbed my hand and started walking me back to where we parked. We were content in silence until we got between our cars and I pulled him in for a deep kiss. “Fuck, if we keep doing this we are going to need to invest in some chapstick together,” I giggled. Chett smiled at me, “oh, I think this will be a regular thing if you let it be.” I grinned back at him and nodded. “Good! I really hate to fuck and run again, but I have to get back to family stuff today. You free tomorrow?” “Yeah, my parents go back to work and my siblings are going to other friends’ houses. I’d love to have you over to the house if you are free.” “I would like that a lot!” “Great! Sent me a text when you are up tomorrow and we can make some plans. Is there anything that I should have ready for you?” Chett was quiet for a moment before saying, “yes, I will give you instructions tonight before bed.” I shivered a bit in anticipation. There was something about the command in his voice that turned me on. I trusted him. I wanted him. He was good to me. “I will look forward to hearing from you.” I smiled at him before kissing him again. “I just want you to know how much this means to me. I wish that I could do this all day, every day.” I was warmly pulled into a hug, “don’t worry Jordy, I will make sure the time I am home is worth every second for you.” We kissed once more before getting into our cars and driving away. The whole way home I could feel the warmth blossoming in my gut — I couldn’t tell if it was from a satisfied heart or a satisfied hole. All I knew is that the wait until tomorrow was going to be nearly impossible.

This may be a long one. I want to start out by saying I have always been a bottom since I took my first load at 13. I have had situations throughout the years where I have tried to top but I could not stay hard and moved back to receiving only. Until yesterday. let me also say that I believe I am currently in rut or heat. Whatever you want to call it. I can’t get enough semen in me. lol. I am off this week due to the holiday so it has worked out that I can get bred a lot. Yesterday I went to the video store to cruise. It was actually my third time this week but like I said, I’m in heat or rut. It was surprisingly busy. It may have been due to the holiday. I walked around as usual and saw a lot of familiar faces. Most are old [banned word] that like to watch or are only into giving oral. My first encounter was with a guy about my age who left his booth door open and was stroking it. He wasn’t large but had an incredible body. I went in and started to stroke him. I got down on my knees to the fag stance and he said he wanted to put on a condom. I said you want me to suck you with a condom on? He said yes and I knew he was a closet case. I loved his body but that is where it had to end for me. I stepped back out and started to cruise again. Almost immediately I ran into a guy I have been playing with for years. We made some small talk and kept cruising. I saw a booth open and peaked in to see a big dicked daddy that I have played with a few times. I stepped in again and shut the door. As soon as I did there was a knock on the booth door. I opened it and it was the other guy that I have played with that I had just been taking to. The older guy said come in and it was the three of us in the booth. The older guy was fully naked so me and my friend took off our clothes too. My friend is vers and had fucked me many times. The old guy is a top and has bred me several times as well so I assumed I would be the bottom that was used. My friend got on his knees and started sucking me and the old guy. I was getting hard and so was my friend. I was about to turn and let the old guy enter me when my friend stood up and bent over for him. The old guy is dom so he wasted no time it sliding his nice fat cock up my friend. He fucked him for a few minutes and pulled out. My friend got back on his knees and started to suck the old guy. I noticed that the old guy had gone soft. My friend sucked him for a while but the old guy didn’t get hard. As a bottom I know how it can be when you really want to get bred and your top gets soft. My friend was also sucking me but I knew I would never cum like that. I moved behind my friend and slid my cock in him. I expected to go soft like I have when I tried to top in the past but I didn’t. I kept fucking him and he loved it. It made me feel good that I could make another bottom happy with my cock. I fucked him for about 10 minutes and realized that I probably wouldn’t be able to cum like this so I pretended to cum. This made my friend happy and he also shot a huge load into the old man’s mouth. My friend cleaned me up with his mouth and we all got dressed and left the booth. I was still hungry so I cruised more with no luck. I decided to go home but before I would check the other video store that is about a mile away. Its sleazier and small but I have had some luck. I arrived and started my cruise. This place has glory hole booths so I checked there first. There was nothing. I then went to the back booths. They are big. You can fit about 4 people in them. I peaked into them but there was nothing that caught my eye. One was empty so I stepped inside and watched the porn and waited for someone to come in. I had my cock out and was stroking when a young kid came in. He got right on his knees and started to suck me. I thought at first I would just let him suck me until I got hard then leave but realized he came into my booth so I wasn’t going to leave. He was submissive and kept looking up for my approval on his cock sucking. All of the sudden it clicked in me and I became a dom daddy to him. I figured I would give him what I was looking for. I started talking dirty and said “I know what you want”. He pulled down his pants and you could see his lace thong. I told him to Stan up and he did. I kissed him and told home to bend over. He got on a bench in the booth and assumed the position. I went down on him and ate his pussy. He kept calling me daddy which I found hot. I stood up and slipped my cock in without resistance. His pussy was as sloppy as mine. He was young so either he plays with a lot of toys or he gets used a lot. I fucked him for awhile and we both were taking hits of poppers. I pulled out and said “suck it” without missing a beat the kid was on his knees again sucking my cock. I kept saying things like “get my cock wet for your pussy” and “ work for my load”. He was moaning like a bitch and you could tell he loved it. About 30 minutes in I realized I needed to cum. He was sucking my cock at the time and I said “where do you want it?” He said in his mouth. I said no it’s going in your pussy and he quickly got up on the bench and assumed the position again. I took a big hit of poppers and slammed into him. I fucked him for about 5 minutes and gave him a huge load. I left him in the booth with a huge smile on his face. I was impressed with myself for being able to top. It was my first time fucking to completion. I feel like I just lost my virginity. Lol

If there's one thing that I've learned about myself, it is that I will make time to get fucked, suck dick, eat ass, or a combination of either, no matter how busy I might be. You might be thinking what the fuck I'm talking about or why it's even relevant, but my love for being a filthy whore and simply saying, "I don't have time to meet today," has played a key role in many choices both good and bad. It was Sunday, September 27, 2020, a day that completely changed something in me and opened me up (no pun intended) to the dark and [banned word] wonders of sex. It was also the day I knew what PNP meant and who Tina was. I was supposed to be staying indoors, but like always, I let my craving for dick take over me, and I was on a mission to get as many loads as possible. I decided I didn't want to cruise Vista Point, a rest stop on the side of Highway 101 heading towards Santa Cruz, which is still an active cruising spot for older raunchy men and cum loving twinks like me. For reference, Vista Point is where I was first spit-roasted and where I first tried poppers. If you'd like to hear more about this, read "After 4 years I finally decided to be a TINA PIG AGAIN," a true story about my re-introduction with PNP! Back to the story – As I packed my backpack and headed out the door, my parents asked where I was going, and I told them I would be going to Sacramento for a week since I still had my apartment there. With a confused look, they said, "ok, be careful, call when you get there." Little did they know that I would be heading to SF with hopes of being the best whore possible. I got to SF around 4 pm and was unsure where to go, so I drove to Union Square and cruised for a bit. As usual, I checked my Grindr application and weeded through messages to find a top who could host. There were several contenders, but none caught my attention until a message with an anonymous profile pic came in. His message was short, but he simply told me he was a Pig Top who could host on California St and was looking for a slut bottom. There was something about the message that turned me on so fucking much; I don't know if it was the anon factor of it or if I was just horny. I remember him asking me if I blew clouds, and I said yes, even though I didn't. I drove to his apartment complex and reluctantly parked right in front, and there he was. A tall white dude in his mid-40s wearing shorts waited for me next to a little door on the side of his building. I knew from the moment I saw him that he was a pig top, and just by the grin he had on his face, I knew that I was gonna have a good time. This little door on the side of the complex was where the residents dumped their trash, and I knew that because there were various trash bins; for a minute, I imagined myself on all fours, getting fucked. We went through a door and up some stairs and then walked down a long hallway to the last door. His place was messy and small, and a red LED light lit his apartment. A queen-sized bed sat in the middle, and on a small table next to it were pipes, poppers, and other things. Bareback porn played in the background, and a Zoom group of guys getting high played on a laptop. He had also forgotten to mention that a buddy would be there too, a tall Hispanic tattooed everywhere, hitting a big pipe with a devious look at him. Between the red light, the porn, and the smell of Tina filling up the room, I got rock hard, and all I could think of was being on all fours and worshipping cock. "I don't think I'll blow clouds right now," I said as I took off my clothes and got on all fours, and started sucking cock. I remember putting on a blindfold and getting extremely stimulated by the aroma of Tina and the clicking sound of the torch heating up the pipe. I hit the poppers and sucked dick like I was starving. In my head, I repeated, "fuck yea slut, keep sucking dick," and I did just that. "Do you wanna get high?" the host asked me, and I remember his friend saying, "Get that slut high right now" I didn't respond and arched my back even more as a way of showing submission. Before I knew it, I was being shot-gunned and was being instructed on what to do. "When I put my mouth to yours, inhale and pass it back," said the host, and I just did that; I sniffed the poppers and waited for him to deliver the Tina to my mouth. He shot-gunned me again, and I remember being disgusted at the metallic taste of it. "One more, but inhale it well and pass it back and forth," instructed his friend... "Fuck yea, just like that, can you feel something," asked his friend. I remember nodding my head and feeling tingly, unsure if that was Tina or my ass being eaten. I opened my mouth and asked for one more shot-gun, which turned into one more and then another and another. By this time, I felt like I was fucking flying, and the guys knew it. I felt completely enveloped in lust, and all I could think about was getting my hole pounded. "More, I want more, shotgun me again, please…I want to be a Tina Poz whore” I begged, and his buddy (I know it was his buddy because he had a deeper voice) told me, "I'm gonna teach you how to hit the pipe so you can get spun asf…yea is that what you want you slut? You wanna be a spun whore for us" – "Fuck yea, that's what I want; turn me into a fucking whore, please," I begged. The pipe met my lips, and I was instructed on how and when to hit it; mind you, I was still blindfolded, which altered all of my senses. After several failed attempts, I was able to hit the pipe the correct way, and holy fuck I was fucking flying. I felt so fucking hot and horny, a type of horniness I had never felt before. At this point, it was clear to both guys that I was their fucking bitch, and I gave them the green light to do anything to me; all I could think about was getting fucked and having a dick in my mouth. I have no idea what time it is or how long this will go on. One thing is for sure I want as much dick as possible. I take off the blindfold at some point, and everything looks so distorted to me, probably because my eyes have been covered for a while. I reach for the pipe very slowly because I can’t even feel my legs, LOL and his friend passes me the pipe and makes me hit it again. I slowly start to feel a big dick tease my hole… slowly pushing against it. His friend stands up and starts to face fuck me, and then my hole begins to swallow the other guy's dick. These guys have done this before, and I'm not the only slut they have whored out. Simultaneously, my throat is being gagged, and my hole is being pounded; I can feel myself getting wet, and my hole is being churned over and over. “Fuck yea, fuck yea, take that big dick; this is what you wanted, huh! This is what the fuck you wanted,” says his friend as he continues to fuck my throat. I get fucked for about 3 hours nonstop, both by him and his friend, and in between that time, I’m also smoking, sniffing poppers DEEP, and begging to be whored out. His friend pulls a pair of red pantyhose, which I still own to this day, and tells me to put them on as they will make me feel like a good bitch boy. Without hesitation, I do just that: I put them on, look at myself in the mirror, and feel good. “You look good slut” says the host, who is now lying back and watching his friend take charge. It’s about 1 am, and we take a break; I mean the host and his friend because I don’t want to stop; I want my hole to keep getting pounded. “Please fuck me,” I say. “Breed my hole, don’t stop. Open me up and do whatever you want, please.” They both let out a grin, and the friend told me to roll over, get on my back, and spread my legs wide. He feeds me poppers and grabs a big dildo, and without any lube needed, he starts thrusting deep, fast, and hard. This shit feels so fucking good, and my hole is loving every minute of it. I can feel my hole getting loose and wet, and in between each thrust, he eats me out and leans over to kiss and spit inside my mouth. “You’re gonna get charged up tonight slut” he whispers in my ear, and I spread my legs apart as much as possible “fuck yea, charge that fucking pussy; knock his fucking ass up,” says the host, who is stroking his big dick. His friend starts to moan, and so do I because by this point, he’s reached my second hole, and the feeling is so intense. “Take it, take this big dick. This is what you wanted, huh” My eyes roll back “fuck yes, please don’t stop, fuck, I’m gonna pee myself, oh fuck.” That’s the first time someone has made me piss while getting fucked; he keeps pounding my hole and begins to moan as he unloads in my loose hole. “Welcome to the family,” he says as my hole is loose and leaking with his cum. He plops over on the bed and lets out a giggle; I think I wore him out 😈 they probably didn’t expect me to be this much of a slut. It's now around 4 am, and I'm still not tired; I feel so fucking high, and my hole is still throbbing for cock. For a brief moment, we all take a big sigh and go with the flow of things, but that moment is short since I’m instructed to hop on the host’s dick and start riding it. I do just that; I grab onto the headboard and bounce on that big cock up and down; the friend also gets up and grabs the pipe and makes me hit it; he watches with pleasure. Up and down I go, moaning and begging for more cock, feeling higher than a fucking kite! His friend leans into me and puts his dick in my hole, too, and I begin to get double penetrated; my hole is wet asf, probably because both of them have just unloaded into what was once a very tight hole. I don’t remember much after that, but I do have some recollection of getting fucked by some of their buddies. What was supposed to be an “ordinary” hook-up with a pig top turned out to be one of the most intense, dirtiest, and kinkiest moments that I’ve ever experienced. I can’t even describe how much of a pig I felt like and how Tina showed me how good of a whore I am 🥳😈. I should also mention that the guys were great to me, and the host even allowed me to stay at his place for about 2 weeks to get back to normal. I hope you enjoyed reading this story 🥳😶‍🌫️😈.

I can cum many times without and stay hard as a rock between each load. Shooting 5 or 6 loads in a session is very easy for me. Never get my balls empty yet.

When I was a young bottom, I was not very careful. I mean I loved to take the random dick and never used condoms. I took plenty of loads in those days, but I felt like I really got lucky and never picked up any bugs. You could say I was in the early days of being a naive cum dump and it lasted for a good few years. As I got older, I started becoming more careful. I played safe, stuck with regular buds, and settled down a bit. I started dating a girl, and despite getting a side of cock here and there, was very safe and loyal. Fast forward 5 years. I'm now married to her. She has no idea that in those years I've converted to a vers top and have been breeding closeted bottoms left and right. So many good little sluts had taken my newly married cock. It was a new era and I was loving it. A few years later I got sick and ended up in the hospital. While I was admitted the docs ran tests and tests and quickly discovered a surprise. I was POZ. I was shocked when they explained to me that not only was I poz, but I'd likely been poz for years. Immediately my mind flashed back to those early cum dump days. And as I processed this news I realized that all my careful steps in my young adult life had been pointless - the fight was already over. I had been converted long before I started asking my tops for their status and to slip on a rubber. I can only imagine the poz top who had stealthed me must have had the night of his life pumping my guts full of his toxic loads, and knowing full well I would never think to ask. I felt myself starting to get hard. Then my mind flipped to all of those bottom twinks who I'd be unknowingly pumping full of poz cum these past years. How many had i converted? My cock grew harder. And at last my wife, who begged for my loads on a weekly basis. Surely she too is poz now. She's taken more of my toxic loads than anyone. My cock was ready to explode. I realized now the nurse, who set my gaydar off immediately, had stopped speaking and was staring down at my rock hard cock. He silently moved to the door, locked it, and began to undress. "Please" he whispered. Well, what's one more, I thought, as I stripped and prepared to pump him full with my toxic cock. Another era begins. I think I'm going to like it.

My contribution.

I got my last load last night at around 3 am at the sleezy arcade here in Vegas. Obviously I got fucked raw no other way, an older dude maybe mid 60s was eying me and and I went into the booth, got on fours and he came in. He ate my ass out and fed me poppers and slowly opened my hole up 😈😈 there was about 2 other guys watching me get my hole wrecked.

Part III Daniel could not wait to get home and relax and see Mitch. He had been out of town for the past week on business and although Mitch had only been living with him for a few months now their bond was stronger than ever and their relationship was progressing smoothly. Daniel opened the door to his apartment and immediately sensed something off - the apartment, usually a bastion of order and routine, now held an unexpected allure—a tantalizing mystery that seemed to pulse with the rhythm of his racing heart. He threw his luggage aside, tossed his keys onto the hallway table, and walked into the living room, the shadows playing tricks with his weary eyes. Mitch's mischievous grin was the first thing Daniel saw as he emerged from the hallway, a glint of something sinister yet irresistibly tempting in his gaze. "Welcome home," he growled in that deep southern twang that sent chills down Daniel’s spine. "I've got a surprise for you." The room itself had been transformed into a den of depravity, the furniture pushed aside to make way for a gleaming contraption that hung from the ceiling—a sex sling, a tangible manifestation of Daniel's darkest fantasies. His cock twitched in his tailored chinos at the sight of it and for a second, he couldn’t breathe – lost in images of what fun the sling was sure to bring. Mitch led him to the makeshift altar of pleasure, a smorgasbord of drugs laid out before the sling like an offering to a carnivorous god—mounds of meth, crystal shards, gleaming glass pipes, and neat lines of Tina waiting to be inhaled, a promise of euphoria that would push them into uncharted territories of passion. As Daniel's eyes widened, his pupils dilating with excitement, he took in the sight of the gleaming steel hooks attached to thick leather straps, the sling's embrace beckoning him to surrender to the delicious vulnerability it offered. His breath grew ragged, his heart hammering in his chest as the reality of his wildest dreams became palpable. With a gentle but firm hand, Mitch began to strip Daniel, his aggressive pulling ripping Daniel’s underwear as he tore them off his body. Each button and zipper were a step closer to the pleasure that awaited him, the anticipation building like a crescendo of lust. The two men stood staring at each other, naked, soaking in each other’s bodies once again. Mitch grabbed Daniel’s waist and pulled him close, whispering in his ear the things he planned to do to him that night. Mitch grabbed a bag of Tina and poured a line across his hand and held it under Daniel’s nose. “Snort this, now”, he demanded. Daniel happily inhaled the powder; the sting of the drug was a familiar and welcome friend. Mitch picked up a pipe and handed it to Daniel. “Hit this, now”, he demanded again. The smoke filled Daniel’s lungs and he his heart begin to race, his senses peak, his cock throb. Mitch smiled at Daniel and growled “that’s my fucking boy, get nice and spun for me - real fucking fucked up. I love how this shit makes you ache for my cock”. Mitch wrapped Daniel in his arms and laughed “hope you’re ready bubba” as he picked Daniel up and began to place him in the sling. The cold metal of the sling's hooks brushed against Daniel's warm flesh as he was secured in place, his legs spread wide, his arms above his head, exposing him completely. The leather was surprisingly soft, a stark contrast to the steel beneath it, a sensual embrace that hinted at the depravity to come. Once secured in the sling Mitch pulled out a needle and with a wicked look in his eye he told Daniel to stretch out his arm. As soon as the drug hit his vein he was flying, a charge led by the searing fire that ignited his veins and sent a rush of euphoria straight to his cock. The world grew sharper, more vivid, as his senses were amplified to a near-painful degree. He watched in a haze as Mitch prepared another slam, the crystals dancing in the candlelight like a thousand diamonds, promising a high that would take them both to the brink of oblivion. Daniel felt the world drop away as the drug surged through him. His body was alive with sensation, his nerves alight with a hunger that demanded to be fed. Mitch's touch was electric as he began to prepare Daniel's ass, the lube cold against his skin, a stark reminder of the heat that would soon follow. His fingers danced and probed, opening him up with a tenderness that belied the raw need that was building between them. The sound of a zipper echoed through the room, and Daniel felt the warmth of Mitch's cock press against his entrance, a silent demand that he could not resist. He moaned softly, the sound lost in the haze of his drug-induced euphoria as the head of Mitch's cock breached his tight ring. The pressure grew, a delicious ache that seemed to consume him as inch by inch, Mitch filled him up. Daniel's body stretched and yielded to the intrusion, the leather of the sling biting into his skin as he was impaled on his Mitch’s cock. The room spun, a kaleidoscope of color and sensation, as the meth wove its magic through his bloodstream, heightening every touch, every sensation. He could feel the veins in Mitch's cock, the throbbing thump of his cock, the velvety heat of his shaft as it claimed him completely. Mitch began to move, a slow, deliberate rhythm that sent shockwaves through Daniel's body, each stroke a declaration of ownership. The leather straps creaked softly with each thrust and reminded Daniel that he had never been this fully open before, no man had ever been so deep inside him. He felt his ass muscles clench around the thick intrusion, trying to pull more of Mitch into him, to hold him there forever in that perfect moment of union. The cold steel of the hooks dug into his skin, a sharp reminder of his vulnerability, of his utter surrender to Mitch. And as the pleasure grew, so did the pain, a delicious crescendo that made him beg for more, even as his mind screamed for it to stop. The meth sang in his veins, a siren's song of pure, unbridled lust, urging him to abandon all thought, all reason, to let the wave of sensation crash over him and consume him whole. Suddenly, the door to the room burst open, and the air was pierced by a scream that shattered the erotic trance that had gripped them both. Through the fog of his high, Daniel saw Tyler, his 18 year old son, the product of a one night stand with an old friend. Daniel looked at his son, his eyes wide with shock and horror, stumbling backward as he took in the scene before him. Time seemed to stand still, the world around them frozen in a tableau of depravity and desire. Mitch's thrusts faltered, his eyes snapping to the boy's face, a mix of fear and excitement in his gaze. "Tyler," he gasped, his voice strained with the effort of holding back. "You're not supposed to be here until the weekend.” “Mom wanted me and my dad to go over my college admission essays, they are almost due. Dad, she said she told Catherine”. Daniel closed his eyes and shook his head. “Fuck!” he screamed silently in his head. He had missed a call from his assistant Catherine earlier in the day and put off listening to the voicemail she left – what an incredible fuck up. But noticeably, Tyler didn't run. He didn't look away. Instead, his eyes grew dark, his cheeks flushed with a hunger that mirrored the one that consumed the two men before him. "Dad," he whispered, his voice cracking with need. "I want to stay”. The room grew tense, the air thick with the unspoken words that hung between them. Daniel felt a thrill of terror mingled with arousal, his cock pulsing with the forbidden desire that now had a name and a face—his own son. He watched as Tyler took a shaky step forward, his eyes never leaving the cock that was still buried deep inside him. "I want to fuck," Tyler murmured, his eyes glazed with need. "I want to feel what you're feeling." Mitch's grip tightened on the sling's straps, his cock still buried to the hilt in Daniel's ass. The mixture of the drugs and hearing Daniel’s high school aged son ask to stay and fuck had turned him on more than he thought possible. He looked down at Daniel, drenched in sweat and grabbed his still rock-hard cock and began to slowly stroke it. “What do you think, Dan?” he asked him while continuing to slowly work Dan’s cock. "Are you sure?" Daniel asked his son. "Once you start, you can't go back." Tyler nodded, his eyes never leaving the drugs laid out before him. "I'm sure," he murmured, his voice barely audible. "I want to be a part of this." The two men exchanged a look, a silent agreement that sent a shiver down Daniel's spine. They had crossed a line, and there was no going back. They would share their darkest desires with the one person they never thought would join them. The one person they never wanted to see them this way. Mitch cleared his throat and growled at the boy “okay big man, if you’re going to hang with the boys tonight you are going to need to pick up that pipe and that torch and take a big fucking hit. I want to see some fucking major clouds when you’re done, you understand Tyler?” With trembling hands, Tyler took a pipe, the crystals glinting in the candlelight like the eyes of a predator. He brought it to his lips, and with a deep inhale, the meth filled his lungs, the fire burning through him as he took his first taste of the forbidden fruit. His eyes rolled back, his body tensing as the drug claimed him, as he became one with the very essence of his father's desires. And as Tyler's body grew lax, a soft whimper escaping his lips, Daniel felt a surge of something primal, something terrifying, something that made him want to claim his son in the same way that he had been claimed. The meth sang in his veins, the music of madness, urging him to act on his darkest impulses. Mitch, ever the master of ceremonies, took Tyler's hand and led him closer, whispering sweet nothings into his ear, words that painted a picture of pleasure so intense, so all-consuming, that the boy could not resist. He guided Tyler to the sling, his cock still buried in Daniel's ass, and began to unbuckle the straps that held him. As Daniel slid out of the sling, his legs wobbly from the assault on his senses, he watched as his son took his place, his eyes wide and glassy, his cock already half-hard with anticipation. The leather cradled Tyler's slender body, the steel hooks biting into his skin just as they had Daniel's moments before, and a thrill of excitement shot through him at the thought of what was to come. Mitch was a maestro, orchestrating their depraved symphony with a finesse that left Daniel's head spinning. “Undress” he demanded of Daniel’s young boy. Mitch soaked in the hot scene, watching and father and son locked eyes and both took in each other’s full manhood. Mitch took Tyler's cock in his hand, stroking it gently until it stood tall and proud, the same way he had done to him countless times before. The boy's eyes rolled back, a soft moan escaping his lips, and Daniel felt his own cock pulse with renewed vigor. “Your boy has a great cock Dan, thick and hard just like his dad. Here, come feel.” With a wicked smirk, Mitch leaned in and kissed Tyler deeply, the taste of meth mingling with their saliva, a silent promise of what was to come. Daniel watched, transfixed, as the two men shared a moment of pure, unadulterated lust, and he could control himself no longer. Daniel reached out and wrapped his hand tightly around his son’s thick, throbbing cock. “Ohhh fuck, daddddd” he heard his son moan. Mitch stepped up behind Tyler, his hand sliding down the boy’s chest, tweaking a nipple before continuing its descent. “You want to know what it’s like in the sling?” he murmured into Tyler’s ear. “You want to feel me inside you? You want to feel my cock throb inside you and breed you, breed you like I’ve bred your dad a hundred times?” Tyler nodded frantically, his eyes glazed over with lust. Daniel watched, his own arousal building, as Mitch secured Tyler into the sling and Daniel continued to play with his high school son’s cock. The boy’s legs were spread wide, his cock already hard and leaking precum, his ass wiggling in anticipation. Mitch gave the boy’s ass a playful slap and turned to Daniel to offer a sly wink as he dropped to his knees and spread Tyler’s cheeks. Tyler moaned as Mitch let his hot breath creep up his virgin hole. Mitch wasted no time, diving his tongue deep, bringing Tyler pleasure he did not think existed. Mitch was darting his tongue in and out the virgin hole, pressing his thumb against Tyler’s virgin ring and making Tyler writhe in the sling with ecstasy. As the drug took hold, Tyler’s pupils dilated, his cheeks flushed, and he let out a sigh of pure bliss. “Oh god, it’s amazing. It’s like nothing else matters, just this... this feeling.” Mitch picked up Daniel’s ripped underwear and stood back up, leaned in and kissed Tyler, a deep, possessive kiss that claimed him as theirs. Then, with a wicked smile, shoved his father’s sweaty torn underwear in Tyler’s mouth. Tyler look up wide eyed and confused. “You’re going to need to bite down on something. Figured you might want to smell your dad while we are popping this cherry.” Mitch then grabbed a few shards and some lube. “Tyler, this is going to sting” he casually told the boy and he shoved his thick lubed up fingers and a few shards of meth inside the boy. As soon as Tyler felt the intrusion the men watched as the boy’s eyes grew wide, his knuckles turned white as they gripped the sling and he let out a soul crushed howl of agony that made both men’s cocks twitch. Mitch turned to Daniel. “Why don’t you show him how it’s done, bubba?” With a mix of trepidation and excitement, Daniel took the pipe and inhaled deeply, letting the meth flood his system and sharpen his senses. He stepped closer to Tyler, his own cock now painfully hard. Daniel took in the sight of his boy, strapped into the sling, helpless and with a look of terror and lust glued to his face. He watched as his son’s stomach and chest rose with each breath. He felt his son’s cock throb in anticipation. His beautiful boy, spun and ready to be used. He looked into his son’s eyes, seeing the trust and yearning there, and knew that this was a line they could never uncross. “Ty, dad is going to fuck you now. I know this probably sounds impossible but try to relax, okay buddy? You can clench your hole shut as tight as you want but we are both getting in there tonight and it will feel better if you try and relax it. You can scream into my underwear as loud as you need to, okay Ty? I love you son”. He positioned himself at Tyler’s entrance, the head of his cock nudging against the tight, unblemished skin. The boy was almost a man, still delicate in many ways but with enough rough edges and meat on his bones that Daniel felt confident his boy could take what was about to happen to him. Daniel took one last moment to savor the sight of his virgin son, bound and willing, the leather straps cutting into his pale flesh as he squirmed in anticipation. He felt a strange sense of pride, a primal urge to claim Tyler in the most intimate way possible. Daniel shoved a bottle of poppers under his son’s nose and told him to breath it in. As the poppers hit the boy Daniel pushed in, feeling the resistance of his son’s tight hole but demanding entry anyway. Daniel’s cock breached Tyler’s virgin hole, the tightness gripping him like a vise. Tyler’s eyes rolled back in his head, a silent scream of pleasure muffled by underwear Mitch had stuffed in his mouth. “Ty, buddy, open your eyes son and look at me. There you go. I’m inside you buddy. Your dad is inside you, and son, you feel amazing – fucking amazing”. Tyler’s eyes shut tight once again and Daniel noticed tears had started to roll down his cheeks. Daniel took his time opening the boy up, slowly creeping and sliding inside his son until he was balls deep, all 8.5 inches. “Fuckkkkkkkk son” Daniel moaned. “That’s it Ty, you took all of me. You have all your dad’s cock inside you now. I’m going to stand here inside you for a minute and let you adjust, and Mitch is going to give you something that is going to open you up even more, it’s going to make you want my cock more than you’ve ever wanted anything before. That sound good buddy?” Tyler opened his bloodshot eyes and looked up at his dad and noticed how his father was beaming with pride in his boy. Tyler nodded his head “yes dad, that sounds good – whatever it is, Mitch, I’m ready” Tyler groaned. Mitch approached Tyler with a needle and Daniel noticed his son looked very uncomfortable with this development. To distract him Daniel began to slowly slide out of his son’s tight 18-year-old hole and slide back in. As Daniel began to slowly and gently fuck his boy Mitch administered the slam so swiftly and deftly the boy didn’t even notice what was happening until the drugs hit him like a freight train. “Ohhhh fuckkkk” the boy moaned as he felt a rush of pure ecstasy course through his entire body. Daniel gripped his son’s cock and started to stroke him in rhythm with his pumps inside him, slowly opening the boy up, getting him ready. “Ty, open your eyes baby and look at dad. There you go, that’s my boy. I wanted to see the look in your eye when I started to give you the fuck you deserve” and with that Tyler felt his father’s cock fully withdraw from his hole and immediately slam back in. His father began to ruthlessly fuck the boy, eliciting screams from Tyler that were unworldly. The boy’s body arched, his toes curling, as the pain gave way to a blinding ecstasy. Daniel watched in fascination as Tyler’s ass stretched around his shaft, the muscles clenching and releasing in a silent dance of surrender. The sling squealed in protest with every thrust, the sound a symphony of depravity in the otherwise silent apartment. Tyler’s moans grew louder, his body writhing in the leather embrace. Daniel could feel his own orgasm building, the pressure in his balls tightening with every stroke. His eyes never left Tyler’s, the connection between them growing stronger, more intimate with each passing second. “Hey Ty? How’s my cock feel now buddy? Your cock is leaking a lot of precum, looks like it might be feeling pretty good huh?” Unable to form full sentences Tyler responded to his dad with a deep guttural moan. “Ughhhhh daddd daddy dadddddyyyy ughhh ughhh fuck dadddyyy” Mitch stepped back, watching the scene unfold with a predatory gaze. He stroked his own cock, the meth-induced desire making it throb with an intensity that was almost painful. He leaned in, whispering in Tyler’s ear. “You’re so beautiful, so tight. Your daddy’s going to fill you up so good, and then I’m going to take my turn. You’re going to be our little slut, aren’t you?” The words sent a jolt through Tyler, his body responding with a fresh wave of pleasure. He nodded vigorously, his eyes begging for more. Daniel felt his own climax approaching, the room spinning around him in a kaleidoscope of lust and love. “Hey Ty? Where do you want my load son? I’m getting close. Where do you want dad to blow his load?” Tyler looked up pleading at his father and begged him “please daddy, please cum inside me!! Please dad! Please give your son your load” Pumping in and out of his son with increased ferocious vigor Daniel responded “You got it big guy!” With a roar, Daniel emptied himself into Tyler, the force of his orgasm making the sling swing slightly. “Fuckkkk I’m cumming son! I’m filling you up with my load. Fucking take it Tyler, take all your dad’s cum!!!” The boy’s body trembled with the intensity, his eyes glazed over with pleasure. Daniel leaned down, kissing Tyler’s flushed cheek, tasting the salt of his skin. “Good boy,” he murmured, his voice thick with emotion and he slid his cock out of his son. Mitch stepped in, his own cock bobbing with eagerness. He gently coaxed Tyler’s mouth open, sliding his cock between the boy’s lips. Tyler took to it like a natural, his tongue swirling around the head as he sucked eagerly. Daniel watched, his spent cock still twitching with aftershocks, as Mitch claimed Tyler’s mouth. The sound of a lube bottle being opened was like the crack of a whip in the quiet, the snap of reality breaking the spell. Mitch's fingers were gentle as they explored Tyler's tight little hole, preparing him for the monstrous cock that would soon fill him, stretch him, breed him. Tyler's body tensed, his muscles tightening around the intrusion, but he didn't pull away. Instead, he leaned into it, his body begging for more even as his mind rebelled. Mitch's cock was slick with lubricant as he positioned himself, the tip of his cock nudging against Tyler's entrance. Daniel watched, his own cock in hand, stroking himself to the rhythm of their shared desire. The sight of his son's virgin ass about to be violated by the man he loved was almost too much to bear, a mix of love, lust, and fear that coiled in his gut like a serpent as he knew Mitch’s power and understood what his son was about to endure. As the head of Mitch's cock breached Tyler's tight ring, the boy let out a keening wail that seemed to resonate in the very walls of the apartment. Daniel's hand moved faster, his own arousal building as he watched the look of pain and pleasure dance across Tyler's face. The leather straps creaked and groaned with each powerful thrust, a metronome keeping time with their shared descent into madness. The pain was exquisite, a symphony of agony that made Tyler's toes curl and his eyes water. He could feel himself opening up again, his body being rewritten by the relentless pressure of the cock that claimed him, that filled him, that owned him. And with each thrust, the pain grew, a crescendo that built and built until it was all that he was, all that he knew. He wailed and cried and begged Mitch to take it out, to slow down, to spare him. The meth made everything so much more intense, the pain a sharp, beautiful thing that danced along the edges of his consciousness, a reminder that he was alive, that he was here, that he was theirs. After the initial shock of the assault he felt his body begin to betray him, his ass muscles clenching around the thick shaft, his prostate singing with each hit, his cock throbbing with the need to cum, just like it had been with this dad moments earlier. “Yeah boy, learn to love this cock because I’m gonna fuck my load in you whenever and wherever I want from this moment on. Tyler the second you walked through that door your life changed and now you exist to take this cock. Do you understand??” Tyler nodded his head yes in response, a deep moan all he was able to offer. “Good boy, now I’m about to fill you up just like your dad did. Our little fucking cumslut” Mitch's rhythm grew more frenzied, his breaths coming in ragged gasps as he approached climax. Daniel could see the sweat glistening on Mitch’s skin, the veins standing out in stark relief as he gave himself over to the primal need that had taken hold of them all. And as he watched, he knew that this was only the beginning of a new chapter in their twisted love story. The leather straps of the sling grew slick with Tyler's sweat and the pre-cum that leaked from his desperate cock, the sound of skin slapping against skin a steady beat that matched the thud of Daniel's own heart. He reached out, his hand trembling as he touched Tyler's cheek, the softness of his skin a stark contrast to the harshness of the scene playing out before him. "Please," Tyler begged, his voice high and tight with pain and pleasure. “Please breed me Mitch, please give me your load!” Mitch leaned in, his teeth sinking into Tyler's neck as he claimed his prize, his hips slamming into the boy's ass with a force that made the sling swing wildly. Daniel watched, his own orgasm building, as his lover's cock pumped in and out of his son's tight, virgin hole, a dance of possession that seemed to shake the very foundations of the room. And then, with a roar that seemed to shake the very fabric of the universe, Mitch came, his hot seed filling Tyler's ass as he claimed him, marked him, made him theirs. Tyler screamed, his body convulsing with the force of the orgasm that tore through him, a silent plea for mercy that went unheard in the face of their insatiable hunger. The meth made the sensation of being filled, being claimed, so much more intense. Tyler could feel every throb, every pulse, as if each drop of cum was a brand seared into his very soul. His body was alive with sensation, a canvas painted with the colors of pain and pleasure, a masterpiece of depravity. As the haze of the high began to recede, leaving only the aftermath of their sordid union, Daniel felt a twinge of something akin to regret. But it was quickly drowned out by the insatiable hunger that still gnawed at him, the need to claim his son again soon in the same way that he had been claimed. The three of them lay there, panting and exhausted, their bodies entangled in a mess of leather and lust. The room was silent but for the sound of their heavy breaths, the candles flickering shadows playing across their sweat-drenched skin. Daniel looked down at his son, whose eyes were glazed with a mix of pain and pleasure, a look he never thought he'd see directed at him. He held his son’s head in his hands, kissed him deeply and told him how proud of him he was. The loving embrace of father and son was interrupted by Mitch, the man announcing to the room “I have a fun idea”.

So a few years ago, I meet a freshman on grinder that lived just a few blocks from me. After a few back and fourths and a face pic each, we decided to meet up. We were both just looking to suck some cock, didn't talk about fucking or cock size. When he showed up, I was a little surprised by his height. He was 6'6 and 170 pounds, tall and skinny. I'm not into taller guys, so it was a little odd at first. He had a good 8" on me. After the invite inside, we made a drink and packed a bowl, trying to settle the mood. After a few hits and a drink, we stared to make out. As the kissing progressed, I moved into a setting precision in his lap. As we kissed, I played with his nipples and grounded my ass against his crouch. I could tell that it was something thick in those shorts, i just couldn't tell how big. After removing our shirts and some more making out, we decided to move it to the bedroom. With the height difference, it was odd making out while standing up. Which he fixed by pushing me down on my knees. He informed me that, after meeting the monster, that if I don't want to do anything that it was ok. He was use to people turning him down after seeing its size. I just had to see it and taste it after that comment. I pulled down his shorts to his boxers and could see it hanging behind the material. I sucked on his boxers and felt it grow some more. As I pulled his boxers down with my teeth, my eyes were up close to it. It's was thick and long with a small head. Well, the head was good size on a normal cock, but it was small for this size. It was not that it was fat, it was wide, almost 3 fingers wide. As I started to lick it, he informed me that if I was going to suck it. I better do it before it gets hard, that no one can get more then a few inches in after it was rock hard. I swallowed as much as I could being semi had, but couldn't get it all the way in. I sucked on that meat, it started to get harder and I thought it would get stuck in my throat. Once he was hard, I could not get more then 3-4 inches in my mouth. (He has a pic of a dollar bill around his cock, it comes up an inch or more short of touching). I sucked on that cock for a good 10/12 mins and he was ready to pop. He told me that the first load is always quick and unless I wanted to swallow, I better stop but he could get hard again quick. My answer was to try to take more cock into my throat. He got the hint and grabbed my head and bucked his hips a few times and pushed in as hard as he could to get more of that dick into my throat as he unloaded a tasty load in me. After he unloaded, he keep it in my mouth. He told me to keep sucking, that I maybe able to get it all in after he was soft. Then work him up to being hard again and get a second on out of him. As I sucked him, he told me that I was the first to suck him totally off and not just jack him. That he loved that I swallowed his load. That most guys would not let him shoot in their mouth as they jacked him off. He said that once he knew that I was going to take the load, that it hornied him up and got him off quicker. I finally pulled on his dick, as asked if he had ever fucked anyone. He said that, there was a few guys that tried it, but it was only the first inch or so. That they always chicken out after that. He has never gotten off fucking someone. Challenge accepted. We got up on the bed and I had him lay on his back. With his death stick pointed straight up. Damn it was big, thinking the biggest I have seen or taken. We hit the bowl a few times and I sucked on his cock some more. I was getting it wet and slick with spit. Thank god I was stoned, I don't think I could do this without being fucked up. I set on him and spit a few times in my hand. I started to jack him and then started kissing him. He broke away and asked what I was doing, I informed him I wanted to try to set on it. He asked for a condom and I told him that if I could get a few inches in without one, I would put one on so he could fuck me. He said ok, I added some more spit and set on the head, it's smaller then the shaft. So it started in easier then I thought it would. I got about two inches in and it hurt in a good way. I came up and off and add more spit. I set back down on it and got the first two in plus a third inch. We stopped and hit the bowl again, I set back and get two more inches of death stick. This point I got 5 inches out of 9, from a skinny 6'6" freshman inside me. I'm thinking that I need to get some lube at some point, that the spit will dry up. But as I'm going up and down on the few inches I got in me. It's sliding easy, he is precumming big time and making me horny as hell, knowing I this kid up in me leaking like this. I'm riding him and just working on those few inches, it got me wanting more. I start to lower myself, I take two more inches, I'm stretched out big time. I don't know if I can do the other 2 inches, this is pushing me to my limits. I finally look at him, he is watching me with a big smile on his face. I ask him how he is feeling and he tells me that it's the best. First time he has gone bareback and this deep inside someone. But thinks that I should put the condom on, because he is getting close to cumming. I tell him that we should finish this way, that the condom would just kill it. He finally say ok, but I need to pull off before he shoots. I tell him ok, but I want the rest of it in me. I finish the bowl and set down on him as far as my ass would go. I'm just short but it's killing me. He smiles and bucks his hips up and he grabbed my legs. Damn, it hurt like hell but I got it all in. I'm rocking on him, trying to get use to it, before I ride him. I think I got the hang of it and start to rise up and slowly go back down. I'm riding him for about 5/7 mins, going easy and enjoying the ride as he tells me he is getting close. I ask how close as I slide down to his balls and rock a little. He said one or two more and that's it. So, I ride him. I bounce 3-4 times and he is trying to get me off him. He is saying that he is going to cum and to get off. I'm not getting off this ride, so as I come up and he is about to drop the load. I drop down and plate him balls deep in me. He bucks up and I feel him pulse inside me. He bucks a few more times and say I should have gotten off him. I tell him I should have but I wanted the nut. I set there and tell him I don't want to get off of him, that I will leak. Knowing that I'm hole is blown out, I'm going to leak. He said about about rounding over to my back then he will pull out. We round and he is looking down at me now, he lifts my legs and says it's hot to see his cock in me. He pulls out a little and says it's hot to watch my ass lips try to pull him back in. He pushes in a little and pulls out some, and repeats it a few times. It feels good and I still have not gotten off. I go to jack off as he is slow fucking me with a semi hard on. He asked if it's true that someone can cum just by being fucked. I tell him that I have once and he asked if he can try to make it happen again. I'm like now and I know the answer, he is getting hard inside me.

how many loads can you shoot in a session? about 3 is my max and usually i need at least 5 - 10 mins before my cock is responsive again. but this guy i met the other day is a total machine. i hadn't spoke to him for ages -- i'd only met him once when i sucked his dick at the bathhouse. so i was horny the other night and trawling through my phone looking for some cock and saw his number there and figured i'd give him a call. about 30 minutes later he was at my apartment balls deep in my ass. he shot his first load after like 10 minutes. "ok cool", i thought, "short fuck, but whatever." but he just pulled his cock out and jerked himself for 10 - 14 seconds, then put it back in my cumhole -- hard as a rock. he blasted like 5 loads in me in the space of about 30 minutes. there was so much cum in my fuckhole by the end you could literally hear it sloshing around. it was really hot the way he would pull out his jizz soaked dick from time to time and feed it to me. after we finished we chilled and smoked some weed. i had to put a towel on the couch before i sat down because cum was leaking out my ass and down my legs! even the next day i was blasting out chunks of cum with my farts. what is the usual for multiple orgasms / loads with dudes?

I never use a condom since my first time and never wll. I was born to fuck and breed ass and pussies

As a teenager I had plenty of girlfriends and sex was fine but they all gave lousy blow jobs. Fooled around with a couple of guys and that was better but I was expected to blow them back and I never was into it. Figured it was the price of getting blown, I guess. At 18 I moved to Los Angeles and started hitting bars. West Hollywood was a turnoff. Shrieking packs of queens, shitty music. Tried the baths with no better luck. I looked like a rockabilly mechanic blue-collar type and didn’t see anyone like me there. Eventually I went to a popular leather bar in east Hollywood. More disappointed than ever — just guys posing in expensive leather outfits. But I asked around and someone told me about a rougher leather bar called Cuffs in Silverlake. Cuffs was more my style. Super dark, lit with red lights. Ominous industrial music instead of gay bar crap. There were two one-holer toilets with the doors sawed off around knee length so the bartender could make sure only one person used it at a time. And fuck was it cruisy. It sounded like, felt like, smelled like sex. And real bikers, not the fake ones from the other leather bar. The bartender looked like a Viking, not a bear. Can’t remember his name but on my second visit (I was 19 then) he said, “Hey, there you are” like he was expecting me. I’d sit at the bar, shoot the shit with him a bit, check out the room, neck a few Buds and work my way through my box of Marlboros (you could smoke in bars then and I’d started smoking at 14). Got laid a few times from there and was already having much better sex. One night the Viking said, “I’m going to [place name] after work, you should go by.” He said it wasn’t a bathhouse or a traditional sex club exactly but I’d like it. He gave me the address and I went over early. It was in back of a shitbox mini-mall on Melrose in an industrial stretch of east Hollywood, right by the 101 freeway. The business facing the street was a tire shop, I think. But on the side there was a cluster of about a dozen cars around a doorway with a light above it. No sign. I parked and opened the door, a little nervous. An older dude was behind a counter. He took $5 from me and I went in. I guess it had been offices years ago but now there were just a couple of couches and some chairs in the main room along with a raised plywood area. Concrete floors. Two bathrooms with the doors removed. A dozen guys were surrounding the plywood riser, beating their meat while a guy who looked like a convict was getting his ass railed by a hairy, stocky guy with a big dick. Instant hard-on for me. The other guys were all beating their meat to the scene. After a minute I pulled mine out and it was a fucking diamond cutter of a hard-on. I was fascinated. I didn’t know sex could be like that. The guy next to me was probably about 40. Red-brown hair under a baseball cap, brush mustache in the same color. Work shirt. He took one look at my 19-year-old cock, reversed the ball cap, sank to his knees, and took my whole cock in his mouth. Fuck. It was incredible. My girlfriends had always sort of jacked me off with their mouths barely on my dick, but this good-looking guy who was my dad’s age wanted it all. He grabbed my ass through my Levis and face-fucked himself until I got the message and started doing it on my own. I was getting true deep-throat, balls hitting his chin, with no other thought than making myself feel good. I wish I could say it lasted longer. I was still a teen and couldn’t hold out. But something amazing happened. When I felt myself start to come, I pulled back a little and this guy wasn’t having it. He grabbed my ass HARD and held my dick down his throat while I had the best orgasm of my fucking life to that point. I saw stars. When I finished, he sort of sighed, stood up, turned his hat back around, leaned in and said, “Thanks, buddy.” He smelled like sweat and tobacco, not cologne. And that was it. I didn’t have to blow him. He didn’t WANT me to blow him. He didn’t want to know my name. I didn’t want to know his. I used my cock for the reason it was intended and he did the same with his throat. That night, at the age of 19, I got absolutely fucking addicted to anon, hard sex between men. I didn’t have to follow the gay crowd and all its stupid trends and put-ons. There were other guys out there who wanted what I had and I was happy to give it to them. Wish I could remember the name of this place, but it set me on the road for the best sex of my life. No cuddling and kissing in bed. Just fucking pure anonymous sex where each guy gets what he needs and goes his separate way. I learned what made me come, and come hard: the feeling of an anon throat balls-deep on my cock.

Part 2 Mitch tried to relax and enjoy the first post-prison shower he had had in the past five years but struggled to shake the sight of the obvious tent in Daniel’s pants. Both guys had always dated women and although Mitch had fooled around with a couple guys in the pen, he considered himself straight and figured Daniel was too. So why was Daniel so fucking hard? It wasn’t long before Mitch realized thinking about Daniel’s boner was starting to give him one. He quickly turned the shower off, threw on the new clothes Daniel had bought for him and steeled himself to not think about Daniel’s cock anymore that night. “I’m going to go out there and hang with my BUDDY and maybe he will have arranged some pussy for me and that is what is happening”, he told himself and he left his room and went to find his friend. Mitch found Daniel laying on the couch, zoned out while scrolling on his phone and as he entered the room he cleared his throat to signal he was there. Without moving a muscle Daniel looked at up at his buddy and Mitch noticed the most devilish grin began to form across Daniel’s face. “Well goddamn bubba, you still clean up pretty fucking well, don’t you? Come here and make yourself comfortable and stop walking around like this isn’t also your place now. You’re nervous as hell in here and it’s killing the vibe dude”. Mitch was a little surprised at how frank Daniel was but once again found himself clearing his throat -a nervous tick of his since childhood – before responding “yeah, sorry man, this is just all a lot. Seeing you, being out, this fucking insane penthouse I’m in, dude even these clothes you got me – bro, it’s just a lot all at once”. Daniel nodded his head, clearly debating something in his head but as he rose from the couch it was clear whatever the debate was had been settled. “Mitch, I can only imagine. And so, you know what? We are about to get really fucking high. I am going to get you higher than you have ever fucking been. And we are going to have an incredible night, and all that other shit isn’t going to matter. Be right back, going to grab the favors”, Daniel said as he walked to his room. Mitch smiled thinking it was kind of cute how innocent his friend was. Laughing, Mitch yelled so Daniel could hear him “You call weed favors bro? Back in my party days you know that’s what we called meth, right?” Daniel turned the corner with a bubbler in one hand and torch in the other and as he approached his friend, he blew the biggest thickest cloud Mitch had ever seen. “Yeah, I’m familiar” he told Mitch as he got close and extended the bubbler and torch towards him. “Your turn bubba, time to cut loose”. Mitch stood frozen, blinking at his friend. After Mitch dropped out of college, he got heavy in the partying scene but hadn’t smoked in years and if someone had told him Daniel partied, that Daniel got spun, Mitch would have pissed himself laughing. “No fucking way you smoke this shit Dan. You know why I stopped partying and blowing clouds? No? Well, let me tell you, dude. Bro, I stopped because this shit turns me into a different guy. It turns me into an animal”. Daniel laughed and made a “grrrr” animal noise, but Mitch stopped him. “Bro, I’m serious. I become a fucking animal. You been partying for a while? Well then you must know what tina dick is….well, that’s not something I ever had to deal with. For me it is the opposite. I hit the shit and I’m hard as a fucking rock instantly. That shit is like smoking Viagra for me. And dude I get so horny that I have to fuck. Don’t get it twisted and hear me wrong Dan – don’t think I’m saying, ‘I want to fuck’. No bro. I have to.” Daniel rolled his eyes and shoved the bubbler into Mitch’s hands. “Cool bro. Hit this shit and stop being such a little girl, goddamn”. Mitch smiled at his friend thinking that the shit made him a bit of an animal as well. Mitch shrugged his shoulders and under his breathe mumbled “fuck it, let’s see what happens” and then heard the familiar click of the torch. As soon as he heard the click, he felt the tina. He hadn’t even hit the fucking thing yet but could already feel it. As Mitch took his first hit and felt the smoke enter his lungs, he felt alive again. He could feel his heart racing and his mind began to slow down. And his cock. Fuck, his cock was already getting hard. And he didn’t care. It felt too good to give a fuck. The boys passed the pipe back and forth, each getting hit getting them both high and higher, each puff more spun. Daniel and Mitch sat in the dimly lit room, the only sound being the stupid reality TV show on in the background. Daniel had always been meticulous about his appearance, but tonight, his shirt was wrinkled, and his hair slightly tousled—signs of a long day and an even longer night ahead. His eyes, usually sharp and calculating, were now glazed over, reflecting the crystalline substance they’d just ingested. Mitch, on the other hand, looked like he hadn’t slept in days. His muscular frame was tense, his jaw clenched as he rolled another tiny rock of meth between his fingers. The dim light caught the outline of his chiseled face, casting shadows that made his usual gentle giant appearance look a bit dangerous, a bit menacing. He glanced over at Daniel, noticing the way his friend’s hands trembled slightly as he reached for a small vial, he pulled from one of the coffee table drawers. “You ever hit poppers?”, Daniel asked his friend as he took off the vial’s cap, stuck the vial under his nose and took in one hell of a hit. “You good, man?” Mitch asked, his voice a low growl, almost predatory. Daniel nodded, though the movement was slow, heavy with the weight of the drugs coursing through his veins. “Yeah, man. Just… give me a minute, alright?” Mitch smirked, leaning back in his chair. “Take your time. We’ve got all night.” The poppers hit Daniel hard, sending a dizzying wave through his body. He breathed deep, feeling the rush, the warmth spreading through his chest. It was enough to make him forget the tension between them, the unspoken words hanging in the air like smoke. Mitch watched him, his eyes dark and hungry. He stood abruptly, towering over Daniel, who was still trying to catch his breath. Without a word, Mitch grabbed the front of Daniel’s shirt, yanking him up so their faces were inches apart. “What the fuck, Mitch?” Daniel spat, trying to shake off the disoriented feeling. But Mitch’s grip was iron, holding him in place. “You know what I want, Daniel,” Mitch growled, his voice thick with anticipation. “And I know you want it too. Admit it.” Daniel’s heart pounded in his chest, adrenaline mixing with the meth, making his head swim. He tried to pull away, but Mitch’s strength was overwhelming, his muscles rippling under his skin as he held Daniel firmly against him. “I… I don’t…” Daniel stammered, but the words died in his throat as Mitch’s lips crashed down on his own. The kiss was rough, bruising, and Daniel could feel himself swaying on his feet, the drug-induced haze clouding his judgment. Mitch pulled back, breathing heavily, his eyes locked onto Daniel’s. “I warned you dude. I have to fuck. I told you this would happen. And I know you do want it, don’t lie to yourself.” Before Daniel could respond, Mitch slammed him back into the wall, pinning him there with his body. The impact rattled Daniel’s bones, and he winced, the pain sharp and startling. Mitch was so much bigger, so much stronger, and Daniel found himself at a loss for how to escape this situation. “Let go of me,” Daniel demanded, his voice trembling despite his best efforts to stay calm. Mitch chuckled, a dark, menacing sound. “Not yet,” he whispered, his breath hot against Daniel’s ear. “Not until you beg for it.” With that, Mitch’s hand slid down to the waistband of Daniel’s jeans, pulling them open with swift efficiency. Daniel gasped, his mind racing, trying to think of a way out, but the meth and the poppers were working against him, slowing his thoughts, dulling his senses. “Mitch, please…” Daniel pleaded, his voice barely above a whisper. But Mitch wasn’t listening. In one fluid motion, Mitch shoved Daniel’s pants and underwear down to his knees, exposing him completely. Daniel shivered, mortified by the vulnerability, but Mitch’s grip stayed firm, keeping him in place. Somehow during the commotion Mitch had managed to lose his pants and when Daniel saw Mitch’s cock for the first time he was stunned. It was huge and it was hard as a fucking rock. “Look at you,” Mitch murmured, his voice dripping with lust. “So fucking perfect”, he growled while slowly stroking what Daniel imagined had to be at least 8.5 inches of cock with one of the biggest, fattest cockheads he had ever seen. Daniel could feel Mitch’s cock pressing against his thigh, thick and hard, and the sight of it made his stomach twist in knots. He knew what was coming, and part of him wanted to scream, to fight back, but the drugs and the poppers had him spinning, leaving him weak and helpless. “Mitch, no… I can’t…” Daniel’s protest was half-hearted, his body betraying him as his cock twitched, responding to the dominant presence of the man holding him captive. “You will take it, every goddamn inch,” Mitch said, his voice a low, guttural command. “And you’ll learn to enjoy it”, he growled as he wrapped his hand around Daniel’s quickly hardening cock and gave it a squeeze. “Well fuck bubba, looks like you’re already enjoying it” he taunted, and then smacked Daniel’s ass so hard it was sure to leave a bruise. With that, Mitch grabbed the bottle of poppers with one hand while keeping Daniel pinned against the wall with the other. “I’m not going to sugarcoat this dude. This is going to fucking hurt at first. You’re going to feel like I am literally splitting you in half bro. And I’m not going to be gentle. So here, you’re going to need these” he said as he handed Daniel the vial. “Please, don’t…” Daniel whimpered, his voice cracking as he struggled against Mitch’s hold. But it was no use. “Relax,” Mitch ordered, his voice calming, almost soothing. “Let me in” he said as he wrapped his muscled-up arms around Daniel and brought the tip of his cockhead up against Daniel’s hole. “Fuck Dan, so warm, so tight. Open up for me man. Make this easier on yourself and try and open that hole for me bro”. Daniel could feel Mitch’s cock head throbbing against his hole and with each throb Daniel felt shivers throughout his body. Daniel shook his head, panic rising in his chest. “No, Mitch, it’s too big…” But Mitch wasn’t listening. He had found Daniel’s lube and was greasing up his cock while keeping Daniel pinned against his will. Daniel felt Mitch’s hot breathe on his neck as Mitch whispered in his ear “You know I love you bro. And I’m going to prove it. Usually when I’m this fucking twisted and spun, I’d just shove my meat inside the closest hole. No prep work, nothing for the hole. But for you man, well, here” he whispered as he shoved two lube covered fingers inside his friend, a swift action that was met with a scream of desperation from Daniel. “Fuckkkkkkkkkkk goddamn bro fuckkkkk that hurts! Fuck Mitch get your giant fucking fingers out of me that hurts like hell” Daniel screamed. With the palm of his hand Mitch shoved Daniel’s face against the wall and held it in place while he reached for the bag of crystals. Mitch opened the back to take out a shard and coated it in lube. Daniel watched from the corner of his eye as Mitch readied the crystal for his tight hole. “Here bro, this will help. It will burn like a mother fucker at first, but it will help. And bro, honestly, watching your struggle like this and scream like I’m killing you is so hot it’s making me leak. So, keep it up, you know well as I do nobody can hear you in the huge fucking apartment. Scream bro. Cry like a little bitch. Make this even hotter for me” Mitch said as he spread Daniel’s cheeks and began to rub some more lube on his friend’s hole. Knowing what was coming, Daniel quickly unscrewed the poppers and took the biggest hit he had ever taken. And just as the poppers began to hit, Mitch entered his friend once again, his two fingers slamming the shard of tina deep inside Daniel. Once again, the halls of Daniel’s apartment were filled with his desperate screams. “Told you hearing you yell like that was just getting me off more bro. Wasn’t lying dude” and with a swift, brutal thrust, he pushed inside, forcing his cock for the first time into Daniel’s unwilling hole. Daniel screamed, the pain searing through him, white-hot and unbearable. Tears welled in his eyes as he writhed, trying to escape the relentless invasion. “Shh,” Mitch whispered, his voice a mix of satisfaction and concern. “Take it. You can take it.” Daniel sobbed, beating his fist against the wall, his body tense with the effort to endure the brutal stretching. But the drugs were doing their work, and slowly, his body began to yield, the incredible pressure easing just a fraction. “That’s it,” Mitch encouraged, sensing the change. “You’re taking it so well.” Daniel felt something strange happening inside him, a shift in his perception. The pain was still there, but it was becoming… tolerable somehow. And beneath the agony, something else stirred, something he didn’t want to acknowledge but knew was pleasure. “Fuck…” Daniel moaned, his voice hoarse and desperate. “Oh God…” Mitch’s grip tightened, his hips snapping forward, driving deeper into Daniel. The sensation was overwhelming, and Daniel couldn’t help but arch his back, pushing himself further onto Mitch’s cock. “That’s my boy,” Mitch growled, his voice thick with pleasure. “You love this, don’t you?” he asked as he reached around and grabbed Daniel’s cock, giving it the slow full strokes he knew would bring him the most pleasure. Daniel’s mind screamed in denial, but his body betrayed him. The poppers had done their job, opening him up, making him crave the intensity of Mitch’s thrusts. He could feel his cock hardening in Mitch’s hand, the drugs and the pain combining into a potent mix of arousal and pleasure. “Yes…” Daniel gasped, his voice trembling. “More… please…” Mitch’s laughter was dark and triumphant. “Beg for it, Daniel. Beg for my cock.” Daniel’s pride warred with his need, but the drugs won out. “Please, Mitch… fuck me harder…”, Daniel begged, almost screaming. Mitch didn’t hesitate. He grabbed Daniel’s hips, slamming into him with renewed vigor, each thrust hitting deeper, harder, until Daniel thought he might break. But he didn’t care. All he could think about was the raw, primal pleasure of being taken so thoroughly, almost split open so brutally by best friend. “You sure you want it harder?” Mitch taunted, his voice a twisted kind of affection.” He started to slow his strokes inside Daniel, barely moving he taunted “I thought I was too big. Thought you couldn’t take it bro?” “Please” Daniel whispered. “Please don’t stop. Please breed me. I need your load”. Mitch slammed inside him and almost pulled out before slamming in again, making Daniel moan and scream simultaneously. “We didn’t discuss you taking me load dude. You have to earn this nut, it don’t come cheap. You think you can take it bro? So far, you’ve had 50% of what I can do to do. I was holding back so I wouldn’t break you. But I think you want it. I think you want me to break you dude. Am I right Dan? You want to earn my load?” Yes!” Daniel cried out, his voice breaking. “Fuck me, Mitch! Breed me, rape my fucking hole!” Mitch grinned, his eyes dark and wild. “As you wish.” And with that, he plunged into Daniel with enough force to knock the wind out of him, the sound of flesh meeting flesh echoing in the halls of Daniel’s apartment. Mitch’s relentless assault on Daniel’s body left him breathless, his mind a hazy blur of pleasure and pain. The drugs coursed through his veins, heightening every sensation, every thrust, every groan that escaped his lips. He could feel the burn in his muscles, the stretch of his hole, but it was all overshadowed by the raw, primal need to be taken, to be dominated completely. “More…” Daniel gasped, his voice barely more than a whisper as he tilted his head back, exposing his throat to Mitch. “I need more…” Mitch’s eyes glinted with something dark and predatory. He reached into his pocket, pulling out the plastic bag filled with white crystals. Without hesitation, and while still deep inside Daniel, he dumped a line on Daniel’s shoulder, snorting it up greedily. Daniel watched in a mirror, his heart pounding in his chest, his breath coming in short, ragged gasps. He needed it. He needed the high, the rush, the oblivion and pleasure that came with it. “Please…” Daniel whimpered, his face turning around to meet Mitch’s eye. “Give me a bump bro…” Mitch smirked, a cruel twist of his lips that sent a chill down Daniel’s spine. “Beg for it,” he said, his voice low and menacing as he slowly slide in and out of his friend. “Beg for what you want, rich boy.” Daniel’s eyes fluttered closed, his resolve crumbling under the weight of his current circumstances. “Please, Mitch… I need it… I need you… I need your cock…your load, I don’t just want…I need it” Mitch’s grin widened, and he grabbed Daniel by the hair, yanking his head back until their eyes met. “That’s right,” he purred. “You need me. You need this.” He shoved the remaining crystal into Daniel’s hand, watching as he scrambled to get it into his nose, snorting it up with a desperate intensity. The drug hit Daniel like a tidal wave, washing over him in a surge of euphoria. His vision blurred, his senses heightened, every touch, every sound, every taste becoming amplified tenfold. He felt Mitch’s hands on his hips again again, rough and commanding, and steeled himself for the assault he knew was coming. Mitch began to pump into Daniel, pulling all the way out and slamming back in, each time making Daniel moan with a pleasure never felt before. Mitch continued to destroy his friend’s hole for hours. Both men drenched in sweat Mitch pulled out of Daniel completely. Daniel had never felt so empty, he hated existing without Mitch inside of him. “Lay on your back,” Mitch ordered, his voice a deep rumble that seemed to vibrate through Daniel’s entire being. Daniel complied without hesitation, laying on the couch and spreading his legs wide, giving Mitch access to his hole knowing it was about to destroyed. Mitch got on his knees and in between Daniel’s legs, his heavy, musky scent filling Daniel’s nostrils, making his stomach flutter with anticipation. He could feel Mitch’s presence looming over him, a predator ready to strike. “So eager,” Mitch mused, his fingers trailing down Daniel’s stomach, sending shivers up his back and finally grabbing Daniel’s rock-hard cock. Mitch began to stroke his friend and immediately Daniel’s cock started to leak precum. “You really do love this cock opening you, don’t you?” Daniel nodded, unable to find the words to answer. All he could think about was the cock that was about to fill him, the domination that was about to consume him. He needed it. He craved it. “Tell me. Tell me you love this cock. Tell me you want me to cum inside you. Beg me for it”, he taunted. Daniel quickly sat up meeting Mitch’s face, his big blue eyes wider than ever staring directly into Mitch’s. Both men sat staring into each other, searching, longing, the only sound their long ragged breathes and their wild beating hearts. Daniel kissed Mitch, grabbing him by the back of the head and bringing him close so that their lips would meet, tongues exploring each other’s mouths, their hands grabbing, caressing, holding each other’s faces. Daniel pulled away from the kiss, his hands still forcefully holding Mitch’s head and staring into his eyes once again as Daniel told his best friend “I understand what you said earlier about needing, not just wanting. You taught me that tonight, bro, what it means to need not just want. I need your load. I need you to empty it inside of me, open me up, put it so deep inside of me it becomes a part of me. Right now, and for the rest of my life I exist to take your load. Nothing else matters. I am begging you dude, please give it to me.” Mitch didn’t waste any time. His eyes wilder than anyone had ever seen them, he pushed Daniel back down on his back and grabbed the bottle of poppers from the coffee table. Mitch took a hit and handed them to Daniel. “Don’t stop hitting these until I tell you”, he told him. Daniel nodded and began to hit them. “Don’t stop”,” he told Daniel. “More, more, keep flying bro”. When he saw Daniel’s eyes began to flutter, he knew he was ready. Taking the bottle out of Daniel’s hand he grabbed Daniel’s legs and drew him close and with his hard cock once again pressed up against Daniel’s hole he slowly entered. The moan that escaped Daniel’s lips was unlike anything either of them had ever heard. Daniel was flying, higher than he had ever been and with the intense hit from the poppers and Mitch once again forcing his tight hole open, he felt an ecstasy that felt almost unhuman. Daniel started to stroke his cock in tune with Mitch’s pumps until Mitch slapped his hand away telling him “I didn’t say you could touch your cock. If it gets stroked, I stroke it, and you take it, that’s the deal” which only turned Daniel on more eliciting another wild moan. Mitch spit in his hand and grabbed Daniel’s cock, stroking his friend while he pummeled his hole. Mitch looked down and admired his friend’s body, soaking in how sexy Daniel really was. Mitch looked at Daniel’s face, twisted in a pleasure pain combination that he knew his cock was giving him and he asked “Dan, who owns you, bro, who owns this fuck hole I’m about breed?”. Daniel met eyes with his assaulter and responded, “You bud, always and forever you!”. Mitch grinned, “that’s fucking right, now get ready to be loaded up dude” and with that Mitch started a hard fast wild assault on his hole that literally left Daniel breathless. His screams and his moans became continuous, and he too felt himself close to the edge, about the explode as Mitch continued to stroke his cock. “Here it comes bro, all this nut is about to be deep inside you dude, and you fucking earned it, took my like a fucking champ and made me so fucking proud” Mitch said as he released a deep guttural moan and began to pump his load deep inside Daniel. Wild eyed and still flying Daniel screamed “Fuckkkk dude I can feel your cock exploding inside me! What the fuck bro I can feel it filling me up! Oh my fucking God never stop”. With an eerily similar guttural moan, a noise that only the most intense pleasure can create, Daniel began to cum, shooting his load so hard it took every bit of energy he had left to not pass out. After both men had finished Mitch leaned down to kiss Daniel, holding his face in his hands while resting his forehead against Daniel’s. “Well, I’d say that was some welcome home, huh bud”, Daniel joked. Mitch grinned, kissed his friend again and laid down next to him on the couch, his arms wrapped around Daniel and holding him tight. He sighed and whispered into Daniel’s ear “I wonder what comes next”. Neither man said another word, the only sound their exhausted breath and hard beating hearts, both falling into the deepest most right sleep either had ever had, in each other’s arm where both felt they were meant to be.

Mike shortly texted back “I knew you would want more of my POZ cock. I can be back at your place in 30 mins.” I texted him back “Cya soon!” The anxiety rose in my mind that I was going to take another load of POZ cum and my mind screamed I should instead go to Urgent Care and get on PEP immediately. But the memories of the pleasure still overrode my PEP impulse. Since I knew I had time, taking another load would not matter right? So I cleaned up the spare bedroom and decided since i was going to play again I wanted to get it on camera just in case the PEP did not work. That way I would have a video of my conversion should the PEP not work. I slipped on a red thong so Mike would have something to pull off me. The minutes passed quickly and I heard a knock at the door. I answered the door just in my red thong and there stood mike. He wore really tight fitting blue shorts and I could already see his bulge wanting to get out. “Cum in..” I said as he stepped to the door smiling while staring at my thong. “Glad to see you embracing your poz cum sissy side of you and only wearing the thong.” Mike said as he then pushed me in and closed the door behind him. He pressed me against the wall and I could feel the heat of his cock against my leg. Kind of like before he his hands wandered up the sides of my body until they reached my pierced nipples. Electricity passed between my nipples as he slowly manipulated them. I closed my eyes and I could feel him being aroused even more as it felt like his cock would break through his shorts. Then I felt his mouth on my neck as he softly kissed my neck. All new sensations started feeling their way through my body as his kisses slowly worked up to my lips. We kissed what felt like for minutes but then Mike began to push on one side of my body and slowly turned me around. My hands were pressed against the wall as his kissing returned to my neck and I could feel him now slowly humping my ass with his cock. I got enough sense into my mind and said to him “follow me to the bedroom. I slipped out from under him and pulled his left hand with mine. Leading him to the bedroom, i switched the camera on that was focused on my bed as I walked by it. I got near the bed and i felt a push from behind and he snarled “bend over bitch!” I put my hands out to stop the push and ended up with my red thonged ass in the air. I could hear the sounds of fabric falling and guessed that he was disrobing. I felt his hands on my ass as he began to massage my ass . “Shoulders down boy, get ready to get fucked with only my poz pre-cum.” I then felt his poz snake slowly trace its way down my right ass leaving a poisonous trail. I raised my shoulders up just a bit and he slapped me hard on my ass “Shoulders down I said!.” I dropped my shoulders down on the mattress again and felt as Mike pulled my thong aside. His cock began slowly pushing against my puckered hole and he applied more pressure until my ass gave in to his cock. With the tip of his cock just barely penetrating me, Mike asked “Are you ready for another load? Tell me you want it.” I responded back “Fuck me.”, “Not good enough boy” Mike teased. I then answered “ I want your poz cock to fuck me and fill me with your poz cum.” As I answered I knew I was another step from going to get the pep as the words just made sense as he pushed deeper. The amazing feeling of being penetrated by his cock shorted out all my common sense. Slowly but surely he would push a little farther in each time. Finally I could feel his balls touch my ass and my thong riding along his cock as he pulled out each time to just pound back into me. All I could think of was hoping the camera was capturing the moment I truly conceded to his cock and his load inside me. He began to hit my prostate as the tempo of him pounding me increased. The moans of pleasure started to come from me as his cock hit my prostate just right. I could feel my orgasm coming as I too started to leak cum as Mike pounded me. Finally I felt Mike’s pace change and his cock flare inside of me as he roared “Take my POZ LOAD!!” He erupted inside of me and I could feel the ropes of his cum coating my insides as he continued to pump in and out of me. My orgasm hit my prostate and I spewed certainly my last neg load all over the sheets of the bed. My orgasm causing me to just twitch from my first hands free orgasm and Mike collapsing on top of me. I could feel him stop and just slowly shrinking out of my now gaped and cum filled hole. He slapped my ass and moved my thong back over my hole while pushing off me. “Now that you have taken your 2nd load from me, there is no turning back now” Mike whispered. That moment I knew I had no intention of getting PEP and only wanted more poz cock.

People usually forget that the twelve days of Christmas actually start on December 25th. Growing up in a Catholic household, that was drilled into my brain. I had grown up in a white collar family just outside of St. Louis and knew the importance of family, friends, and obedience (at least how my parents thought I should be.) I had no idea that this one Christmas would change the trajectory of my life forever. Growing up I wasn’t anyone special. My love of books and music didn’t do much to help me develop muscle, but an insane mother made sure I didn’t put on weight. A 6’2” skinny twink with brown hair and grey eyes wasn’t anything devastatingly beautiful, but I wasn’t horrible either. My glasses made me look smart, and I had a bad habit that most tall and gangly people have of hunching over to make myself seem smaller. My friends all called me Jordy, and I was lucky this year because my eighteenth birthday fell on the same day as Thanksgiving. I did alright in school and had plans to major in psychology once I graduated high school. My other siblings were all younger, two brothers and a sister. My parents had been together for twenty years at this point and were making ends meet, though they were becoming increasingly religious and conservative. I had realized my sexuality when I was in the fourth grade and the boys were talking about the girls in ways that I knew I thought about the boys. Being artistic didn’t do anything to temper the teasing, and my friends had always been girls until I was a sophomore in high school. Chett was a hunk of a man and a year ahead of me in school. As cliché as it is to say, he was the star soccer player who somehow managed to be at home with the jocks, get good grades, and have everyone fall in love with him. I certainly wasn’t immune to his spell, and after being assigned a locker next to his at the beginning of the year, we started talking regularly. He seemed effortlessly beautiful — the definition of tall, dark, and handsome; his hair was always perfect, his posture was immaculate, and he managed to utterly charm me from the moment he spoke. He seemed to have always had a girl on his arms while prowling the halls in school, but when we met up it was just the two of us. I didn’t question his motives — he couldn’t be gay, anyway. We stayed friends during the rest of his time in high school and even kept in touch when he went off to play soccer in college at Columbia. Before Chett left for college, we made a pact to stay in each other’s lives. I kind of let my side of that bargain down a bit when the pressure of applying for colleges, competing for scholarships, and the academic load in school got to be a lot. I managed to follow along with his soccer season, thought, and was pleased that he got some significant playing time as a freshman. We promised each other that we would meet up while he was home for the holidays. We finally caught up with each other by texting all through Thanksgiving. He and some of his friends were staying in New York for the parade while I was stuck in Missouri. I spent the entire day glued to my phone bantering with him about everything. It was after I had been stuffed with turkey and off to bed when I got a message from him. HOPE YOU HAD A GREAT 18TH BIRTHDAY. LOOKING FORWARD TO SEEING YOU WHEN I AM HOME FOR CHRISTMAS THIS YEAR. I HAVE SO MUCH TO GET YOU CAUGHT UP WITH AND HAVE A GIFT I WANT TO GIVE YOU, TOO! His message did something to me inside — the fact that he still cared about me and made me feel special was something that I couldn’t really believe. I sent back a text in reply: THAT MEANS SO MUCH COMING FROM YOU. I CAN’T WAIT TO SEE YOU AND HEAR ALL ABOUT WHAT YOU HAVE BEEN UP TO. I WILL NEED TO THINK OF SOMETHING GOOD TO GIVE YOU, TOO. His response was the last message I got before falling asleep that night: DON’T WORRY, I KNOW THAT SEEING YOU WILL BE ALL THE GIFT I NEED. * * * * * * Leading up to the holidays, it was even more hectic than usual. My parents were going all out to make this the “last Christmas all the kids are together” a special treat. I thought I had been busy with school before, but now I was trying to cram in scholarship applications with baking cookies with my mother, decorating the house, hanging lights with my dad and just generally running around in last minute preparation. Chett stayed in touch trying to set up a time to get together, and eventually we landed on after Midnight Mass Christmas Day. Christmas Eve was crazy as usual with lots of extended family over, big meal, and general frivolity. At ten-thirty I got up to head to church to sing with the choir while the rest of my family piled into their pew at eleven to listen to the prelude music. We sang for Midnight Mass, wished everyone a Merry Christmas, and the rest of the family got ready to go. I caught my mom as she was about to get in the car, “Hey, my friend Chett is back from college and is wondering if we can hang out for a bit tonight. I’m amped up from performing and am not really tired.” She seemed exhausted and distracted and just said, “Fine, just remember that you have to be awake tomorrow morning to do presents at 9:00.” I gave her a swift kiss on the cheek before she shut the door and drove away. My phone was in my hand before I could blink and I typed out: WHERE DO YOU WANT TO MEET? I got an immediate reply: COME TO FIELD FOUR AT THE OLD RIVERFRONT PARK. It was a short three minute drive to the deserted park grounds at the riverfront. Field four was the largest of the soccer pitches where Chett had played his games in high school. I could barely make out a tall figure at center field when I parked my car and pulled on a jacket to fend off the cool breeze on this unseasonably warm Christmas. Chett must have heard the car door slam because he whipped around and started sprinting toward me. We caught each other in a massive embrace and all the butterflies I kept in my chest took flight. After holding each other for what felt like minutes we pulled away and looked at each other in the faded light of the lamps on the perimeter fence. “Fuck, you look amazing!” Flew out of my mouth before I could stop myself. And he did. College had agreed with Chett and he seemed to be more of a man than he was before he left. His body a little harder, more angular. His hair was still perfectly coiffed, but a little longer. Some rebellious studs glinting in the dim lights in his ears. I really couldn’t believe how gorgeous he was. “Haha! You look just the same — how you don’t put on weight, I will never know.” I saw his eyes rake my body hidden under my jacket and dress slacks. “Up you get!” I was taken by surprise when Chett lunged for my legs and effortlessly picked me up and carried me back onto the field into the center circle. I kept giggling and couldn’t help feel a bit overwhelmed by this incredible specimen who wanted to spend time with me. What I could give him in friendship, I really didn’t know. Instead of putting me back down feet-first onto the grass, he spun me around and cradled me in a position almost like I was being dipped at a dance. My eyes widened in surprise as I caught a hungry, yet tender gleam in his eyes, framed by his glorious hair before he leaned down and planted his lips firmly on mine. If he hadn’t been holding me, I would have completely collapsed in a puddle on that field. Instead, he held me tight as the most beautiful boy I had ever known gave me my first kiss. My body short-circuited and I was feeling completely overwhelmed. Our lips working together, parting to allow our tongues to dance — it all seemed so natural and so all-consuming. After what felt like days of being in each other’s embrace, we came up for air and I searched his eyes for an explanation. “Don’t worry about it Jordy,” he said. “I have been wanting to do that with you since I first saw you trying to stuff your backpack into that locker your first day of sophomore year. I hadn’t ever thought about anyone like that before, and I was just worried that you wouldn’t want anything to do with me if I came out and asked.” My brain was still trying to catch up with what had just happened, and the thought that he wanted me just couldn’t compute. “You’ve wanted me for years?” “Yeah, I didn’t really know how to say it when we were in high school and I was so worried about being judged by the other guys on the team. So I didn’t say anything until I got to college. When I was there, the first few days of practice I saw that the guys just didn’t give a shit and they wanted us all to be happy. When you were so busy, I knew I couldn’t add any pressure on your life, so I met up with a few guys off the apps and started exploring.” I was looking at Chett with a whole new light. This man had gone from being cool and attractive to being so sexy I couldn’t stand it. “Wow! Sounds like college has been a great experience for you so far!” “I can’t really complain. I have learned a lot about myself and feel like I’m ready to be out there in public as the full me.” I craned my neck up to kiss him. “You have no idea how long this has been a dream of mine that I thought would never come true.” Chett’s eyes glinted at my admission. “Well, I have to give you your Christmas gift, then!” In another amazing display of athletic prowess, he flipped my body over and slowly lowered me down onto all fours. Without any ceremony (or care for the poor button on my trousers) he pulled my pants and underwear over my ass and down to my knees, exposing the skin on my back and my raging hard cock to the cool night air. I inhaled instinctively with the temperature change and unsure how to react. That quickly melted away, however, when I felt something warm and wet begin to probe the crack hiding my hole. I was gurgling nonsense sounds as Chett slowly plied my cheeks apart and began licking and slobbering all over my puckering hole. If I hadn’t known before, it was this moment that I realized that this man could do whatever he wanted with me and I would be more than happy to oblige. As his mouth and tongue made slurping noises and I felt the area between my cheeks becoming slick with spit, another jingling sound of a belt being loosened joined the chorus. I am about to get fucked, I realized. A switch flipped in my brain and I leaned the front of my chest down to the grass and felt a state of total euphoria and relaxation take over my body. As that sensation swept down my spine, I could feel my ass unclench and allow Chett’s tongue deeper access to the inside of my hole. With a little whimper, I felt him tear his face away and heard more jingling as he took his pants off over his shoes and tossed them outside the circle. One more trickle of spit I felt as I heard him slowly jerk himself off. When the head of his penis finally hit the crack of my ass, it didn’t feel right. It felt heavy and cold. I heard a little amused huff from behind me, “looks like you found out where my other piercing is.” Fuck, he had a piercing in his dick?!?! What the hell did that look like? I tried to turn my head to look back at him, and all I saw was the root of his dick disappearing into trimmed pubes and a maniacal expression on his face as he gently rocked his dick up and down my ass crack. “Do you want me to give you my gift?” I kept whimpering because I had never wanted anything as much as I wanted him in this moment. “Yes, if you take my virginity in exchange.” That did something to him and he switched from teasing me to starting to push himself inside. I wish that I could claim to be an incredible bottom and say how easy it was that he was able to slide right in, but my hole was not that experienced. I felt his Prince Albert piercing stretch my hole to the breaking point before the head of his dick was in me, and several seconds of panicked panting took over until he rubbed my back and commanded me to take deep breaths. He continued to invade my hole and the stretching and small pops of pain continued until he was completely buried and I could feel his pubes itching my taint. I had never felt so accomplished as having taken this boys’s entire cock. I was flushed with the thought that we were physically linked in this moment, and the emptiness when he started to pull out made me meow in disappointment. He huffed another amused breath, “don’t worry, I am just about to show you what being fucked feels like.” He suddenly threw his weight on top of me, causing his dick to be firmly planted past my second hole as I screamed — my body was completely overwhelmed with sensation as I was slammed flat onto the grass. From that moment on, it was a sprint of breathless fucking for what seemed hours. The prone position meant his dick was jackhammering my prostate while he was practically performing pushups over my back. Beads of sweat slid across my body under my clothes and I felt my head being peppered with sweat from his body towering above me. I have never felt more alive than in that moment. After what could only have been a few minutes Chett’s huffing became faster and his thrusts less regular and feeling almost desperate. His growls in my ear were replaced with higher pitched, breathy tones of, “oh fuck, oh fuck, you want this?” All I could respond was earnestly nodding, not trusting my breath to make any sound. My poor dick was overstimulated between the grass tickling it and my prostate being pounded, and I felt the orgasm wash over me without even a helping hand. He kept pounding away for a couple of more seconds while his cock seemed to expand inside of me before he thrust deeper into me than he had before and collapsed on top of me. I could feel the pulsing in my hole of what had to be a record number of cumshots while he felt limp and spent above me. After recovering enough control so that I could speak again, I turned my head to look at the side of Chett’s face as he lay across my back and just whispered, “I think I love everything about you.” I could feel the corners of his mouth tick up as he grinned and began to raise himself off of me, slowly extricating his cock from my hole. I started to sit up, but before I could he thrust two fingers in my hole and turned me around to sit on them, before laying me on my back and teasing the tip of his cock against my lips. As if it were trained into me, I opened my mouth and began to suckle the head of his dick. The PA made things a bit tricky, especially since it seemed to have some pointy balls on the end, but I did my best to clean him up, tasting cum for the first time. His fingers hurt so good while I licked his shaft and his balls, and when I had finally finished, he pulled his fingers out of my ass and thrust them into his mouth. “Mmm! Your hole is so tasty!” He reached out and helped me to my feet. It was the first time that I had seen the lower half of his body naked, and I looked on in shock. I knew I couldn’t deep throat him because he was girthy, but I had no idea how long his dick was. . . It had to have been at least nine inches semi-hard and the PA glinted off the tip of his cock looking as thick as my pinky. I was in utter shock as he turned and showed off his impressive ass while he retrieved his pants. After tucking everything back into its place, he came over and took my hand, lifting me off the grass and spinning me around for a kiss. The faintest hint of metallic taste lingered in his mouth as we made out. He kept his right hand firmly planted in my left while he helped me pull up my pants over my spent dick and helped me straighten my hair. “I hope that we can see a lot more of each other before I have to leave town to get back to school. I just want you to know that I feel deeply about you and hope that you feel the same about me.” Considering the state I was in, I didn’t feel that I could trust myself to speak, so I tried to put all my words into a kiss. Breaking apart, I found my voice and said, “I don’t think you know how much you mean to me, and what we did tonight will always be sacred.” I felt tears welling up in my eyes. Chett’s response was to pull me in tightly for a hug, “You’re going to be changed by this forever. I know that we have a great future together.” We walked back to our cars feeling content and fucked-out. Before we pulled away, we shared one last kiss with the promise to be in touch later in the day. As I got into the car and started it, I saw that it was just before three in the morning. Sneaking back into the house was easy, and a gentle shower got rid of the sweat and most of the body fluids that clung to my mouth and legs. I thought about trying to empty my guts, but decided against it. I thought it would be kinky going to sleep with a little part of Chett still inside. I crashed onto my bed and fell immediately asleep so I missed the text from Chett before waking up for presents. It simply read: MORE TO CUM 😜

Instead of the Manhattan at Times Square I recommend “the Hotel at Times Square” - another great option when you want to avoid front desk drama and the rooms are big enough and far enough away from each other that you don’t have to worry about noise complaints

Coming of age in the early 1980s, as I did, was a bit of a scary time. My hormones were raging, but there were other things to consider. I met my first real boyfriend shortly thereafter, and we were together a long time. He was only slightly older than me, but I looked up to him because he had gotten around quite a bit. And I was young and naive and just believed everything he told me about the way that gays lived their lives, especially as it related to sex. I had thought that gays met someone and settled down, and that was it. But he had other ideas and bent me to them. I was quickly introduced to the world of Bars, Bookstores, Bathhouses, and Group Sex, because "this is what gays do." With each new experience I quickly learned that sex did not equal intimacy. I could have said no, but I was too stupid to realize that I actually had a choice. And I loved the guy and didn't want to lose him. So I adapted. I'd be lying if I said I didn't come to love the excitement of it all. And once Pandora's Box is opened, there's no closing it, ever. I also learned that there is way more to sexuality than vanilla sex. I actively began trying all the flavors I could. So if you are getting that feeling of "samey" that you talk about, maybe you need to start expanding your horizons a bit more. You'll find out that there are all kinds of things out there that can get rid of the "samey-ness" for you and can help you find yourself again. Unfortunately in my case, I apparently got pozzed shortly after my bf introduced me to this world of his... and of course he didn't, which made for some drama later when I was diagnosed since we only played together when exploring. In later years he couldn't understand why vanilla sex with him just wasn't enough for me, like it was somehow my fault, and blamed me for wanting more (which was really rich). I kept growing, and he didn't, and then resented it. The other thing I have more recently found is that if your doctor puts you on any kind of mood enhancing drug, it can totally kill your interest in sex. Most people don't realize that. So can many other drugs. So make sure that that isn't the source of your dwindling feelings. Sometimes too you just need a break to recharge. It will all work out.

Love this story. I hope you keep writing! I’d love to be Kevin.

I travelled to my home town for Christmas. It's a midsize town in New Jersey. I moved to Europe 10+ years ago and rarely go back. Staying at my elderly parents, I am close to 50, always surprised how many of my high school friends moved back to the same town we grew up in. I was bored last night and opened up Grindr. I clicked on an ass pic of a 20 year old who said he was home from college and horny, looking for dom daddy tops to fuck him hard while he was home alone. I messaged him...didn't take too many messages for him to give me his address. He said he would be ass up waiting in his bedroom...upstairs, first door on the right. I immediately recognized the address as that of Peter, a friend from High School whom I had not talked to since graduation. I thought to myself, wow, Peter was so hot and as I drove over I fantasized about the boy I was going to fuck being Peter. I got to the house...yeah it was definitely Peter's house. Front door was unlocked, I entered. When I went in, it felt like a bit of a timewarp. The house was updated but it still was very much the way it was back in High School. I went upstairs, and yeah, the kid was in the same bedroom as Peter's was. I walked in, took off my clothes, and started to rim the boy. His ass was that typical 20 year old ass...perfectly smooth, delicious, clean, beautiful. I knew his ass was fresh but I asked him anyway if he had been fucked yet. He said no. I got into some dirty talk with him. I was so fucking horny my cock was rock hard. I was looking around his room and he had some pictures on his bookcase. He was with his family and I immediately recognized his Dad as Peter...As soon as I recognized him I stood up and shoved my cock into his hole. No pause, just rough and brutal fuck in. He whimpered and pushed back into me. He wanted it rough and I was going to give it to him rough. I fucked for ten minutes or so till I blew my load...pumping a multi-day load. deep into his guts. He was quivering and I reached under and could tell he had also shot his load. I collapsed onto his back. He reached back and put his fingers through my hair and he said "thank you for that." I replied "oh fuck Peter, you are welcome"...he immediately said "how the fuck do you know my Dad's name?" I stood up...he flipped over...this was the first we looked at each other. He was really attractive, lean long torso, nice happy trail to a big cock and super smooth skin. I told him I went to High School with a guy named Peter who actually lived in this house and in this bedroom and that I suspect that he is my friend Peter's son. It took a few minutes for the kid to react...the longest silence I can remember standing over a naked boy after fucking him. He then smiled...and confirmed what I already knew "yeah, you probably were friends with my Dad...I'm Caled and my Dad is Peter and grew up in this house too. I said "from your smile, you look like you are cool with that" and he said "fucking more than cool, how long till you can get hard and breed me more" I stayed the night and fucked him twice before leaving this morning. We traded numbers. He goes to college in New York State and is planning a semester abroad in Netherlands where I live. I suspect we will be fucking a bit more.

I still consider myself a total bottom but this was monumental for me. It just happened yesterday so it’s too soon to tell if I will do it again. I always wondered what it was like for a top to cum in a pussy. Now I know.

First of all, let me apologise for the delay in this story, many of you have been asking for this for a while but due to an old broken laptop it’s not been possible, however due to new machine here you go. As you may have worked out from my first story ‘Pozzing the Blond Boy’ I’m into young guys. I always love the chase, from chatting to them through to the actual meeting, persuading the guy to take my toxic poz cock deep in his body. I also like guys with cool hair. Not only does it look good, but I really enjoy running my hands through a guy's hair during sex. I chat with a fair number of cute young guys and seem to be an attraction for them. Why, I’m not sure why, but then I’m not complaining. So how did this story start. Well I was online chatting to a few guys and checking out profiles when I came across a picture that made me stop in my tracks: this young guy was model cute. Very cute face, 5’8” so slightly shorter than me and looked younger than he actually was, which I always find a bonus. He had brown hair and bright blue eyes, a lovely combination and his hair was what I’d describe as a young Justin Bieber swept to the side look, short at the back, also a favourite of mine. I decided I would send him a message just to say hello, not really expecting a reply. To my surprise I received a reply almost immediately. I won't bore you with all the conversational details because that’s not what you want to hear, but we both liked what we saw, his private pics revealed the cutest bubble butt you’ve ever seen, and a slim but slightly defined smooth body. Our conversations revealed that he was a virgin, very nervous about meeting and a bit unsure about himself. After chatting for a while he decided he wanted to meet. Now a guy like this, unsure about himself and nervous about sex is a young guy ripe for stealth breeding, a cute guy you just want to infect but I’d also got to know him quite well and felt kind of guilty so I started asking some poz-probing questions. He was unsure about taking my cock, however loved the look of it and decided he wanted to meet out and go for a drive and a chat. Just to say hello in person. When I pulled into the car park to meet him, always in the back of my mind if he was actually going to be there, but he was. This boy was amazingly cute, even better looking than his pics which were already stunning, he’d had his hair cut that morning so it looked great, neat but still floppy. He got in the car and we went for a drive. During the drive I steered the conversation onto sex, something which I could see was uncomfortable for him to talk about but he so wanted to do things with a guy that his hard cock started to show, I looked down and smiled but he seemed embarrassed, I told him not to be and guided his hand down to my thick poz cock that was hard and wet at the tip. This seemed to flick a switch in his head and he started rubbing my cock, it felt great but I needed more from this boy, I knew I couldn’t fuck him that day but wanted his sweet boy mouth wrapped around my hard cock. We found a place to stop and I leant over and kissed him, he kissed me back and was learning with every minute, I slid my tongue into his mouth as I grabbed his cock and he whimpered with pleasure. After a while I sat back, unzipped and got out my hard poz cock, pulled back the foreskin revealing a wet, pre-cum covered head, all worries about me being poz seemed to go from him as he wrapped his hand around my cock and started to wank it. I needed more and asked him to suck me, he went straight down and I felt his warm wet mouth slide over my cock, it felt amazing, I looked down at his sexy hair and buried my hands in it, something I’d wanted to do since first seeing his picture, it felt great between my fingers, thick textured floppy hair, this made me want to blow my toxic poz load in this boys mouth, but I didn’t want him to waste it, I wanted it swallowed. I put pressure on the back of his hair, pushing his head down, fucking my poz cock deeper into his throat, I told him I was going to cum and wanted it swallowed. I put more pressure on his head building up the pace until I felt my balls tense, I pushed his head down hard, right in the back of his throat and felt my toxic seed pumping deep inside, and he had no choice but to swallow it all like a good boy. After the meet we chatted a few more times and during the chat he revealed that he loved what we did and wanked about swallowing my poz seed for days after, so we arranged a time when his house was free to meet and take his virginity. The talk of poz seed was now turning him on big time and finally the day arrived. He opened the door and gave me a smile that could melt you, those gorgeous light blue eyes, that sexy floppy hair just waiting to be grabbed. As soon as we were in his bedroom I took his face in my hands and kissed him deeply, as we kissed we undressed, my hands running up the back of that hair as he buried his tongue into my mouth with an almost primal urge. We got into bed, our naked bodies together, out had cocks fighting with each other under the duvet. After some intense kissing he put his head under the covers, not wanting that hair messed up I pulled the duvet down laid on my back and looked down at the top of his hair as he went to work on my cock. He was taking it deeper and deeper into his mouth, his floppy hair touching my stomach as he went down deep. This boy was doing such a good job, that I could have been there for hours but my brain was saying to me, breed this boy now! I pulled him off my cock and pushed him onto his back, lifted his legs revealing that tight virgin hole, twitching for its first time. I went down on his sucked his cock, tasting his sweet young pre-cum, then worked down to his hole, getting my tongue on and in it, by this time he was moaning with pleasure and now I wanted just one thing, this boy needed to be fucked, needed my high viral load deep in him, infecting him for the rest of his life. I slightly lubed up my cock but just left his hole wet from its rimming. I lifted his legs and positioned my cock at his hole. I told him it was time for him to lose his virginity and that it was going to hurt, but hurt in a good way and he’d love it. I slowly pushed my cock, his hole resisted at first but then with a pop my head slid in, he gasped in pain and tears started to form at the edge of his eyes, but there was no way I was stopping, this boy had given into me and now it was time to initiate him. With one push I drove my thick throbbing pre-cum covered cock right into his guts, he cried with pain so I held still to let him get used to me after all seasoned guys have difficulties with my thick cock so a virgin is definitely going to struggle, he looked up at me through those teary eyes and said, I want this, I want you. I started to slide all the way in and out fucking him deep, his cock started to harden with every stroke and with every stoke I drove it in harder until I was really ramming him, his hair shuddering with every thrust. I pulled out turned him over doggy and rammed my poz cock deep in that willing hole, with every thrust producing a whimper from him, I grabbed his hips and fucked his virgin hole into submission, his floppy hair bouncing with every thrust. I pushed him down on his stomach, laid on him and drove my now dripping poz cock, home, deep into his body, piercing and ripping his inner ring, I buried my hands in the top of that floppy hair while giving him a fuck he will never forget. After I had fucked him into the mattress for a good fifteen minutes I pulled out and revealed my poz cock covered in pre-cum and blood from this boys ripped hole, it was now time to infect this cutie and to have a connection like no other with him for the rest of his life. I turned him back over lifted his legs and rammed my cock home, he gasped again but this time it was in pleasure, his hole finally given up to my highly toxic poz cock. I drove my cock into him while he wanked himself, I could feel my balls building, tingling, my cock started to swell big time and as it did I leant forward, buried my hand in the top of his hair and kissed him. I couldn’t hold back any more, so I pushed in deeper than ever before and as I felt my cock pop in his inner ring it exploded, sending volley after volley of thick highly toxic cum into his guts, directly deep into his body, as I was pumping my high viral load into him, he moaned and then I felt his cock pulse and hot cum shoot between us coating my chest with his seed as I had just done to his arse walls. I whispered in is ear while he was still recovering with my cock in him that I’d just pozzed him and that he was a part of my club forever. I pulled out and told him to clean my cock with his mouth, which he did without hesitation, the enormity of what had just happened still not had time to screw with his mind. He cleaned it so well that I stayed hard, so got my hands on that hair again and told him not to stop, as you may know from my previous story I have a bit of a kink, I like to make sure the boy knows he’s mine. After he sucked me for a while I stood up, him on his knees and got him to bow his head forwards, I wanked my cock hard until I was ready to shoot a second poz load, I aimed it at him and unloaded all over that sexy hair, my strings of white cum laying on his hair, him looking up at me looking properly used. I rubbed my cum into his hair and told him he should keep it in for the rest of the day as well as my cum in his arse. I took a small pair of scissors and cut a full length lock of his hair as my trophy, another to add to the collection. We got dressed and chatted for a good hour about what had just happened, when it was time to go, I gave him a hug and felt my now dry cum in his hair, very horny, when I left and walked away it was a feeling of a job well done but also not the end of the story, after all he’s invited me back to do it all again!

Ohhhh🤗!! You are such a Sweetie🌹👍. Some times when I sit & go through comments: BBRT, Tumblr, BZ or even on general social media, I stop & wonder where has compassion, understanding, sympathy gone to. After our douché, sometimes we miss that hidden lump & common courtesy / decency costs the giver nothing to help the "victim" get over his embarrassment &/or humiliation. Role play is fine, in its place but, care & thought for the other person costs nothing & may in fact lead to a life long friend / relationship.

I did something similar. I had a guy who had fucked me a few times but always with a condom. He would said he wanted to fuck me bare but had to play safe which was odd since he would always rub his cock on my hole and slip the tip in to help him get hard before pulling out and putting on the condom. One day when he came over he was rubbing his cock on me and slipped the tip in like always and I took the opportunity to push back and bury his cock in me bare. He moaned in pleasure and decided it was worth not wrapping up and fucked a load into me. Never used a condom again

When he slides into me and tells me that he thinks about me often wondering when we will get to fuck each other again because he belongs inside me.

It's funny you would take offense with me saying that but that's exactly what the trans and gender activists are doing by trying to redefine everything and telling people what words they can and can't use

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

I've been into piss since before I learned how to masturbate. I've come to love piss way more than cum (not that I love cum but definitely prefer piss). I've had my ass pissed on but never had a piss enema before. I've tried to get one a few times but was unsuccessful. However I think my favorite way enjoy piss is to get a golden shower. Definitely had a few of those and something about staring at dick at eye level when im on my knees right as a hot steamy stream of sexy yellow piss hits my face that makes me feel euphoric. I love being showered in it and I prefer to get pissed when not in the bathroom so we can leave a mess. There were a few times I was able to get pissed on in a carpeted bedroom and outdoors completely naked but mostly it's been in the bathroom. I want to get showered in piss while in bed which only happened once when I told a sexy bottom to piss on my dick right before I fucked him. That was hot to have him wet me and the bed and then proceed to get pounded out by my piss covered dick on his soaked bed. But yes, golden shower always preferred.

Just love the idea of guys staggering around from cock to cock becoming incubators and transitioning into pozpigs

I love it when I find a top who takes charge and has zero interest in my cock. It kind of annoys me when a top will reach around or play with my cock. When I'm getting fucked I want to be head down, ass up and just get pounded. As far as cumming is concerned, I get so turned on with the anticipation that I almost always cum hands free when I'm sucking him long before he slides into me. Has zero affect on my need for cock and cum.

I love to power fuck a cocksuckers throat. My boy, Drew loves it hard but he needs a bit of help so I make him wear an open-mouth gag when I want to ruff-fuck his throat. I’ll put him on his back on the bed with his head hanging over the edge so his mouth and throat are lined up. That way I can thrust deep down his throat. Then I hold his arms down and fuck his throat as hard as I want, slamming my balls over his nose. I love to hear him choke on my sperm when I’m shooting my load in his throat.

Mike embraced me and we kissed long and deep. I could feel his tongue enter my mouth as I sucked it in deep. As we continued to kiss I felt him carrying me to the edge of the pool to the shallow end. We broke our kiss and he lightly caressed my nipples. I could feel him reach my left nipple and he then discovered that it was pierced. “Nice” is all he whispered as he rolled his fingers over my piercing and waves of electric pleasure washed over me. I could feel my butt against the edge of the pool and then he turned me around.Mike slipped behind me and caressed me from the back all over my body. My cock hardening as I felt his lips on my neck and his hands work their way slowly down to my hips. Slowly but surely he massaged my hips and pushed on my lower back to signal that he wanted me to bend over and of course I did. He then lift me slightly so my ass was out of the water and I could feel his tongue go down my back as I leaned out of the pool to expose my hole to him. Mike leaned down and continued his trail of kisses until he found my sweet spot and began to rim me. I could feel his tongue opening my hole and sending shots of pleasure all over my body as his tongue went deeper into me. Then I felt his finger enter me as he continued to rim me. I could feel it curl and hit my prostrate as a wave of pleasure caused me to gasp. I squirmed in pleasure as his finger slowly worked its way back and forth over my prostrate. Then he added a second finger and the pleasure intensified as both fingers worked their way across my prostrate. I began to hump his fingers and moan loudly as I felt an orgasm build inside of me. He withdrew both of his fingers and denied my orgasm from happening. I moaned “No don’t stop I am so close.” He rubbed his hands across my ass and I could feel his hard cock bob across my left cheek as it rubbed as he spread my ass open and close a couple of times. I whispered “Please let me cum.” Mike whispered back “Oh I will let you cum soon.” Even in the water I could feel his cock leaking a bit of cum onto my left cheek as it centered itself between my ass. I was so horny and wanted to cum so badly I wiggled my ass up and down until his head was at my entrance. I could feel the heat of his cock and the hardness I had caused. I pushed back slightly and felt his head against the lips of my hole and then it slipped past. He slowly entered a-bit at a time, repeatedly pulling out and going deeper each stroke. Finally I could feel his wet hair against my ass and his balls slap against me. The water amplified the sounds of him fucking me and quieted the moans of pleasure that were escaping from my mouth. He quietly said “Now I am going to make you cum and give you what you wanted.” My mind could not quite process that I was being fucked bareback with a POZ highly toxic cock. All I knew that his death stick was giving me pleasure and my body wanted it, needed it. My brain only wanting that release of my building orgasm. I could feel it building again as his cock pounded my ass and the rhythm of the water. Finally sweet release of my orgasm hit me and I felt my muscles clench around his POZ cock. As my muscles twitched I felt the head of his cock swell and Mike yelled “ I am CUMMING! Take my changed load you fag!” The waves of pleasure hit me deep as his positive cum flooded my guts multiple times. I could feel his large load burying itself deep inside me. I could feel his cock shrink as he hard on subsided. Slowly trailing out of my ass and I feeling a sense of loss as he plopped out of my gaped hole. I layed on the edge of the pool enjoying what had happened and started to process that he had fucked me bareback and that he was positive. Mike got out of the pool and was getting dressed as I finally opened my eyes. He came over and leaned over as I rolled onto my back. He caressed my nipples and I felt another wave of pleasure as he tweaked my right nipple and kissed me. “I know you will want another, give me a call when you do.” Mike whispered as he got up and walked away with his shirt trailing in his hand. All I could do is lay there and relive the last couple of minutes knowing that he had just pozzed me in the pool. I had not expected to happen and all I thought was I had wished I would have caught it on video.

I don’t allow my fags to touch their cocks while we are fucking. They really shouldn’t touch it at all when in my presence. It’s a 2 player game. My cock and their hole. If the fuck causes a handsfree orgasm that is ok. That’s great, as long as the bottom realizes that we are not finished until the top(s) cum, and cum as many times as they want. If a bottom cannot continue taking cock after an orgasm he should absolutely not cum. If he can, then I’m agnostic on the topic. His orgasm is irrelevant. He is there to serve the top(s), give pleasure, and receive sperm.

I was logged onto sniffies looking for some cock to service. Started with the normal chatting with a few different guys but couldn't really seem to find anyone that was available or serious enough to meet. After about an hour I finally got a message from a Top guy looking for someone to service his cock. He was at work at the time and wanted me to meet him at one of the local bookstores before heading home from work. He lives in a small town about 30 miles away. We chatted back and forth getting to know each others likes and such. He told me all he wanted was for me to suck his cock, rim his ass and then bend over so he could fuck a load in me. I told him that was perfect and was looking forward to servicing his cock. We set a time to meet at the bookstore and let each other know what we would be wearing so we could look for each other. The bookstore he chose was my favorite place to go for cock. It has 20 booths that are nice sized about 4 foot by 4 foot. Some booths have a gloryhole between them and others are private. He told me which booth he wanted to get and for me to check that booth out first to see if he was in there. When I got to the bookstore I paid my arcade fee and went in. I walked to the booth he described and the door was closed but not locked. I opened the door and he was standing there with his pants down to his knees and stroking his already hard cock. Not a word was spoken between us while I started to get undressed. As soon as I was naked I got on my knees and wasted no time taking his cock into my mouth and slowly started suck him. He put his hand on the top of my head and started to fuck my mouth slowly. He would pull his cock out take his cock out of my mouth and have me lick and suck his balls and then push my head back and slap my face with his cock before fucking my mouth again. This went on for about 10 minutes and then he pulled my face away from his cock and turned around. I grabbed each ass cheek with my hands and started rimming his ass and tongue fucking his hole. He was moaning and taking hits off his bottle of poppers. I ate his ass for a few minutes when he turned around grabbed the hair on the top of my head pulling me up to my feet. He spun me around pushed on my back bending me over and slid his cock up and down the crack of my ass. He found my hole and with one good push he was inside of me balls deep. It hurt like hell at first and I was thinking to myself that I was glad I lubed my hole before heading to the bookstore. He stayed balls deep in me while he was taking another hit from his popper bottle. He grabbed my hips and started slowly fucking my ass while moaning. It wasn't long before he picked up the pace and started fucking my hole faster. This went on for a few minutes and then he pushed balls deep again. I thought he was cumming but he was just taking another hit of his poppers. As soon as he was done with his popper hit he started fucking me harder and faster. It didn't take long and he was pumping a nice load inside of me. After he dumped his load in me he sat me down on the bench in the booth and stuck his cock in my mouth. I cleaned his cock for him and he pushed my face away from him pulled up his pants quick and exited the booth leaving the door wide open with me still naked. We must have been making enough noise to get the attention of some of the other guys in the arcade because there were 3 guys standing outside the door. I just sat there looking at them and one of them walked into the booth closed and locked the door. He undid his pants and pulled his cock out and found my mouth and started to face fuck me. When he was fully hard he motioned for me to stand up and bend over. He slid his hand up the crack of my ass which was well lubed with a fresh load of cum. He rubbed the other guys cum on his cock and slid into me. He fucked me hard and fast for a very short time and then pushed deep inside of me and unloaded. He pulled out of my ass and without a word pulled his pants up and exited the booth. I closed the door and squatted down and pushed some of the 2 loads into my hand, stood up and used their cum as lube on my cock and jacked myself off until I shot a nice load out of my own cock. I wiped my hands on my underwear put them back on got dressed and exited the store. I haven't felt used like that for quite some time. Not a word spoken between any of us, just some moans and the sound of slapping flesh.

When other guys get in touch saying "XXX told me how good your ass is"

Thank you stud 😈😈 it’s the hottest thing I’ve experienced 😏

I find both sexy i love that the way tops fuck is different it would be kinda boring if every top had the same characteristics

I think so Trying my best. First time writing so taking my time to get the details right and the story flowing. Thank you guys, the support means a lot

Yes....I've stopped there a few times to breed an ass or two...

I let myself be bare fucked and am married

based on my last two visits to a Sunday afternoon sex club. Based on a true story. Last week, he thrusted his fat cock in me. It hurt as he stretched me wide. I hadn’t had a cock that fat in me in a long time. As he grunted his hairy belly banged my nuts til they ached and after five minutes, without warning, he shot a raw load in me grinding it deep, his legs quivering. When all his seed was in, he pulled out and I saw that barbed wire tat on his cock. It straddled his circ scar - it made me wanna cum but I didn’t. Then he left. I flexed my aching hole: I wanted him in me for as long as possible, get to absorb his sperm, not drip out down my leg. This week, I went early, so as to get a second chance with him. He was already there. Short, stocky, hairy. Not a long cock but really wide - like a can. I wanted to taste him, gag on that cock. He was rimming you. You on the bench, a stained red jock strap trying to contain your hard cock with your hole on full display, legs pulled back by your arms. I could see where he had worked you, the ginger hair on your arse cheeks and crack showing the direction his tongue had travelled. He had done a good job not just on your hole. You were groaning. I wanted to taste you but he was too busy there. I approached you and him. He got up. Very much my type: a pig, pierced nipples and a leather harness over his chunky shoulders down his chest, the straps meeting at a metal cock ring. Nice touch, he hadn’t had that last week. He chewed on my nipples as he fingered your hole. He was getting you ready. Fat fingers and spit sliding in and out of your tight hole, rotating his hand. He and I kissed, hard and slow, passionate. At odds to his rough breeding from last week. My cock was straining, the head poking out of my jock strap. Fuck, I could have exploded there and then had me touched it. It was obvious now that this was a threesome. I tried to manoeuvre next to you. Maybe he was going to fuck us both next to each other, him taking turn between us, mixing fluids between the three of us - creating a connection. I would really work for that load, clench the cum out of him. I wanted him breed me, not you. His hand reached behind me, pulled me over. As he turned his back on me, he was struggling to get in you but when he finally did, you gasped. It hurt. I remembered that feeling. That was my hole last week, it stung as he pushed through. Fuck that was hot hearing you. I knew exactly when he had entered you. This man, a hot pig using only his spit and precum for lube. I love fucks like that. Raw. He waited. He wanted me to fuck him as he fucked you. Beads of sweat dripping through the hair on his arse - he had been busy this afternoon. How many holes in here had been stretched wide open by him? Fuck, that’s hot, I thought. He took the bottle of poppers you’d just hit, and took a deep breath. Then he grabbed a bottle of lube and coated my cock in it, pulling my foreskin all the way back. The lube mixed with his sweat and my precum. He guided me to his hole hot and hairy, soaked in sweat. I pushed in through the hair as he guided his hole to cock. I could feel his warmth and then I was in. As he started on you, you moaning in pain, I stood still, him working the length of my shaft. He was talented - simultaneously a brutal top and a power bottom. Fuck, this was hot. Although my arse wanted that dick, rawing his hole was perfect. His musky scent was intoxicating, his arse hair sticking to my groin. We had a rhythm going and by now your hole although it still hurt was getting looser, the poppers working. I reached forward to try and feel him around your ring but his muscular, veiny thighs blocked the way. I imagined his tat rubbing along inside you, his precum lubing your innards. Suddenly, he stopped, him in you, me in him, he gripped his hole around the head of my cock. He started to shake, as he tried to stop cumming. It was too late, no matter how hard tried, he’d gone too far. He started to groan, drove his cock into you as I pushed forward, trying to get in as deep as possible. I wanted to his hole. As he spurted, his hole flexed around my cock. Man, I wanted this to last longer, and I had thought I would be getting his load, not you. After a minute of convulsions, he withdrew. Was he going to abruptly leave like last week? He went to kiss you as he played with your gape, spreading it open, keeping you wide. He beckoned me over to your cunt. He was preparing it for me. I bent down to eat you. As you hit the poppers, I tongued you, you wanted me to get to his load, offer it up to me. You groaned as you tried to push out a rosebud. Not quite there yet, I thought to myself, but you have potential, especially the way you can close and re-open that gape. You tasted good, even better knowing he’d been in there. As you slowly closed up, he got on the bench and stood up, forcing your legs wide open. He was in control, he wanted me to add my load in you. I was so close to cumming, I had to slide in slowly and just wait. He brought his crotch to my face, he pushed the poppers under my nose. I inhaled. Heart pounding, he rammed his semi hard cock in my mouth. I finally got that taste I had been craving: the very last drips of his cum and the taste of your arse. Fuck, he was wide, fuck this tasted good, his fat low hangers swinging back and forth. Could I work another load out of him? I tried to work up a rhythm that didn’t tip me over the edge. I started off slow, long, deep thrusts. So deep, I felt the tip of my cock push against your second ring. My bush was getting through your sloppy hole. My cock must have, at this point, been with his load. If I hadn’t thought that, I might have been able to carry on longer - maybe get his load down my throat. I rammed it in you, as I came, my groans were almost inaudible with his now hardening in my mouth, his cock entering my throat. He withdrew, jumped down, slapped me hard on the arse and headed back to the cloak room. I helped work a load out of you. A thick, white rope to add to the jizz on your stained jock strap. I remembered him pawing at your hole. I squeezed and fingered it. It was wrecked. You grunted and tried to push out a load. I pulled my fingers out and we sucked them. Was that him and me we could taste. I left you, hole still on display - how many other loads would you take? Man, your hole would look even better later. I made my way to the lockers. He had already left but I had both him and you still on my cock in the folds of my foreskin. I was going to stroke my cock later on and get to taste both of you again.

8:45pm Monday night. Just got home from taking 4 anon loads up my sloppy fuckhole... feels great right now. One fucker told me he was newly poz and hadn't started meds.... thats a fuckin PLUS!!! I'm on the apps now lookin for others to come over to add their load to the mix. ONIK

Glazed donut or cheese cake…you can’t go wrong with either. I crave being filled with a strangers piss, then being plugged. Holding his piss while sucking other cocks and swallowing cum. It’s only happened three times but I was delirious. I have done a lot more piss bangs and piss bukkakae, I find being drenched in urine submissive yet intimate. The taste is acquired but a true faggot will take it down.

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

A sub bottom learns to stop treating his own dick as a sex organ as it doesn’t provide any pleasure to the top. So, whether he cums or not is totally irrelevant. Some Alphas find bottoms who cum even without touching themselves offensive as the bottom should focus exclusively in giving the top, not himself, pleasure.

Brutal as well

I struggled as those words sank into my head: ‘Good thing you have us here to help you realise what a pleasure centre you can be. So much potential for you as a pozbro’ – fucking hell. I need to get out of here now. However I’ve been sucking on a poz cock, and there’s another one targeting my hole. “That’s right bro. Let us in” Glen said as his precum started to drip over my hole and started to make his way in. Fuck it hurt, but a good hurt. Everything screaming at me to wake up out of this nightmare. These two toxic men have me pinned down, with no escape. “What’s your name, pig? Good to know which new members to keep an eye on” “Huh? Um, yeah, it’s Dan” “Hey Dan, hot body you have there. We rarely see guys your age – I’m thinking 40? - still neg here, so you have to understand our excitement.” “Yeah but… I don’t want to join. I just want to go home. Please… let me go and I’ll leave you to it” “Too late bro. You’ve got toxic precum in your mouth and around your pighole now, and those poppers are helping us to see what your prospects are and what you REALLY want” “Seriously, don’t do this. I don’t want to become a poz…” It was then when Glen rammed his cock further into me at the same time as Steve shoved his cock into my throat. The pain of gagging subsided as I got used to my plight. I’m being spit-roasted by two toxic fuckers and somehow calming down into their strokes and rhythm against my best wishes. I could hear Glen and Steve muttering encouragement to each other “Yeah, that’s the stuff. He’s adapting nicely”, “That’s right lad, accept your fate. Let these daddies incubate you and start you off right”. My mind was slowing down. The feelings of fear and panic put on the backburner, as I was reveling in my new glimpses of pigginess. Betraying my sensible side and belonging right in the moment. For the next few minutes I was part of a scene I’d longed for but always felt I’d know when to get out of it. My energy, my whole being basically acting as a life support to a cock. Hey… this isn’t quite as terrifying as I feared. Then I was jolted out of it as Steve roared and blew his load in my hole. My addled mind wondering why come I denied myself that cum, that hole usage all this time? A sense of calm flowed across me. Enlightenment. “Oh Steve, I think you’ve hooked him now” Glen then pulled out of my mouth and replaced Steve at my hole, and then set about adding his blend to the mix. “Two unmedicated poz loads. I bet you didn’t expect your evening to end up quite so exciting, hey Dan? You’re going to become one of us mate, and I can tell that you’re starting to come around to the idea.” Dear God help me.