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I had just sat in at the rowing machine in my gym when I noticed a stunning young man who looked Middle Eastern. He was sweating away on the stair master in front of me. I had a bird’s eye view of his perfect bubble butt and his well-developed calves and thighs as they worked their muscular dance. Thankfully he couldn’t see how intensely I was staring. I started to row and soon found I had set my pace to his movement. It was a bit faster and more vigorous that my normal workout rate, but I had become mesmerized. I had been so hypnotized by the oscillation of his ass cheeks that I didn’t notice when he first stepped off his machine and turned to take in the entirety of the gym. I stayed in my trance so long that he began to stare back at me. I awoke deeply startled and embarrassed when he began to move in my direction. He gracefully traveled to the rowing machine beside me and moved directly into action. I tried to avert my attention but caught myself straining to watch him out of the corner of my eye. He started by setting his pace with mine and soon started to speed up ever so slightly. Unconsciously I found myself being drawn; seduced, to speed up with him. I was once again soon in a trance and lost track of how much my eyes had turned to focus on his well-developed arms. I thought the thick black hair on them was just about the most beautiful thing I had ever seen. The tightening and relaxing rhythm of his muscles as the carriage slid back and forth was like the working of a steam engine piston. My gaze moved beyond his arms to notice his bare torso showing through the almost waist deep cut of the arms of his workout shirt. His six-pack rippled, his pectorals pulsed, and his dark nipple … well, what can I say? … a man’s nipple is like a sexual magnet for my eyes. Especially when it is seductively peaking out from behind his gapping shirt. I was still rowing but my head was now clearly turned and staring at this gorgeous specimen of a man. If he noticed he hadn’t let on. I took in his warm face with thick five o’clock shadow, his flowing black longish wavy hair, and those dark dark brown eyes. They were focused directly in front of him, was he oblivious to my shameless attention and staring? Or was he intentionally teasing my sexual desire for such an unattainable specimen of a man? My cock was now fully aroused and tenting my work-out shorts. Why had a put on the jock strap with the mesh pouch when I left the stand-up tanning booth? The mesh was stretchy and designed to grow with the hardening tool inside. Without thinking I reached to adjust my hard on and the handles went crashing forward smacking my knees as they passed. An involuntary yelp exploded through my tightly clenched lips, followed by the ever present Canadian “Sorry.” He stopped rowing and asked if I was OK. Painfully aware he was now the one staring my erection twitched as if to say “here, over here, notice me.” He’d heard it loud and clear. He didn’t believe my response; “Oh sorry, no I’m fine.” “You don’t look fine. That looks mighty uncomfortable, and I think you need some help with it.” He said this with a teasing grin. “Fuck, I’m sorry.” I blurted. “You say sorry a lot. Is that your pat response when a guy comes on to you?” I could barely register his words I was so embarrassed and shocked. “Sorry. A guy like you wouldn’t want to fuck me.” ‘My God’ I thought, ‘did I say that with my outside voice?’ “Actually, I think your one sexy Silver Daddy. Nothing I’d like more than to get a piece of your hairy ass.” Did he not realize we were in the middle of a busy public gym? “Um … um … thanks?” I was so flustered it came out as a question. His encouraging voice and Middle Eastern accent; “Come on, lets go.” , as he jumped up from his machine. I sat staring at my tent, “But, but…?” “Celebrate it daddy, let’s show it off, no need to be embarrassed.” His words of encouragement. I reluctantly stood and he took my hand leading me toward the lockers. When I slowed to search for my lock his grip increased, and he yanked me on and into one of the shower rooms. Closing and locking the door he pushed me against the wall and planted a full lipped passionate kiss on my mouth. I soon melted from my frozen shock and our tongues began exploring the inside of each others’ mouths. After a full two minutes we broke the face sucking, and he was the first to speak. “Fuck yea daddy! You are one good kisser, I like that!” I couldn’t say anything, I just stood their melting under the gaze of those beautiful dark eyes. He then reached over and pulled my stretched wife beater over my head. He tossed it aside and ran his dark fingers through my thick chest hair. When I still didn’t move, he ripped off his shirt and quickly leaned in to suck on my nipples. As he gave them intense and lingering attention I felt his hand push down my shorts, then my jock, finally releasing my 8 inch hard on. He was soon on his knees with my cock deeply down his throat. I couldn’t hold back my moans of pleasure. His hands made their way to my ass cheeks and a finger searched and found my sweaty hole. It quickly breached my ring. My cock left his mouth and the finger went in. He relished the taste with a loud. “Mmmmm’. Then his hands returned to my waist spinning me around and bending me toward the wall. His warm mouth found my hole and he was soon rimming me. If I wasn’t before, I was now putty to his whims. He orally serviced my ass eventually adding more and more fingers for a good five minutes. Only then did he stand and move in close behind me. The head of his cock teased at my rear entrance. Now this was 1992. I had lost a dozen friends to AIDS and had been practicing and promoting safe sex for 5 years. I could tell his hand was directing his tool directly at my hole and the pressure was building. I needed to speak up since this was all going much faster than I had expected. “I don’t suppose you have a condom in your gym shorts.” “You would suppose correctly. At least let me insert just the tip.” He gently pleaded. “Sorry bud, but unless it’s covered with a condom it’s not going in my ass.” “Are you sure?, ‘cause you don’t seem to be moving.” He was correct. I hadn’t pulled away. If anything my ass had developed a mind of it’s own and was pushing back toward his raw mushroom head. With great effort on my part I turned my back to the wall and for the first time was able to take in his naked beauty. He was as stunning as a naked Greek Olimpian Statue, more so due to his dark skin. And the tool that had been teasing my ass was magnificent. The size and length of a very fat Cuban cigar. He saw me eyeing it. “Go on, suck it, I know you want to.” I was put off a bit by his confidence. But who was I fooling, of course I wanted to suck it. So, I did. At first just the tip, then in ‘til halfway, and soon deep throating. His moans of pleasure assured me I was doing my usual good job. His hands rested on the back of my head, and he was soon giving me a vigorous face fucking. Every now and then he would push in and hold it deep. The hold continuing until I’d choke and then he’d let me pull off and get my breath. Eventually he moaned. “I’m getting close.” I took a break from my oral ministrations long enough to say; “Fuck yah! Fuck that load into me! I had meant my mouth. He pulled me up and turned me to the wall before I took my next breath. With his raw cock pushing at my ring I cried out, “Not there, I didn’t mean there!” “You said; Fuck that load into me.” He spoke right into my ear and shivers went throughout my entire body. “I meant, fuck my face, cum down my throat.” “Yeah. That could be arranged, but first I know you at least want to feel the tip in you. I can feel you pushing back.” He was right. With a mind of it’s own my ass was pushing back and my ring was trying very hard to fight my brain. It won the battle, relaxed and in popped his naked mushroom head. The searing pain reminded me of the paradise and pleasure that would follow as his rod sank deeper into me. Without effort or thought my ass began sucking in his raw cock, all it wanted was relief from this momentary pain. When he was balls deep, he again spoke softly into my ear. “There you go. That’s what you wanted.” “Fuck, that feels so good! I’d forgotten how good skin on skin feels it’s been so long.” I moaned with deep pleasure. That’s when he started to fuck me. “What are you doing?” I cried “Fucking my load into you, just like you asked.” Again in my ear and sending electric shots through my spine. “No, you said, just the tip. For God’s sake don’t cum in me!” I didn’t think he could get any closer to my ear but these words came as if he was inside my ear; “You said don’t cum. Interesting you didn’t say don’t fuck you, and you’re still not pulling away.” Damn, he was twisting my words. But he was right about my lack of initiative to stop him. He was now consistently hitting my prostrate. I couldn’t have pulled away even if I’d had a tow truck at my aid. “I’m very close, ask me to breed you.” He was speaking right into my soul. With a rush I remembered how much I used to love the feeling of my gut being filled with a man’s warm cum. As I screamed “No, don’t cum in me!” my hands grabbed his ass and pulled him and his raw cock in deeper than ever. Simultaneously I had my first powerful anal orgasm in many, many years. This orgasm went on and on as I realized I was milking every drop of the beautiful strangers load deep into my gut cavity. When he caught his breath, still deep inside me he said; “Oh yeah Daddy, that’s what you needed now wasn’t it?” “Awe, I guess you’re right. But I didn’t know it. I’m still not sure I should have allowed it.” “Well, you did, and we both loved it! Now it seems a shame to not get you to return the favor daddy.” I couldn’t believe what my ears were hearing from this astoundingly handsome and sexy young man. “You want me to fuck you?!” “I want your load daddy!” “You want me to fuck you bareback? You don’t even know me and you want me to breed your beautiful ass?!” “You don’t know me and just let me breed your hairy ass.” This talk had him re-hardening in my fuck shoot and he reached to grab my super hard cock. “Clearly you are as excited about this prospect as I am.” “No” I feebly protested. He was not fooled and drilled into me deeper and harder and faster than ever. Within a dozen strokes he was blasting off deep in my ass once again. “Fuck, you are amazing!” I exclaimed “That’s two for you old guy. Time to return the favor. That is if you can.” He taunted. I had him turned and bent to the wall in a flash. Without thinking my raw tool was balls deep in his fuck shoot. I was instantly unloading and breeding my first stranger in many, many years. He quickly pulled off, turned, crouched and was cleaning my now spent erection with his mouth. I was amazed as my cock hardened yet once again in his mouth. “Looks like we’re not done yet you sly Silver Fox. Let’s shower and go back and share this fun with my college roommates. Their gonna love your slutty bareback ass as much as they did mine when they pumped three loads into me before I came to the gym.” ‘Awe’ I thought, ‘so he had been prelubed. No wonder I got in balls deep so easily.’

Chapter 3 The morning workshop dragged but then lunchtime came and Cody and I got a table together. ‘So tell me about you’ Cody asked. ‘Not much to say, I’m down from Manchester for this conference for the next three days and nights then back up home’ ‘Ah I’m moving north to Manchester with my new job placement in a couple of months , we could hook up there if u fancy it when I move’ ‘Hmm I would like that but it may be difficult’ I cryptically replied. ‘Aahh now I know, let me guess you’re married or living with a girl, but she doesn’t know of your love for cock…..’ ’is it that obvious?’ ‘ Well you look straightish, but u are my type , we can always work with that!’ He smiled at me. Give me your phone. ‘ I complied and he started typing. ‘I’m putting in my number so we can stay in touch. Where are u staying whilst your here?’ I told him which travelogue I was in. ‘Cool, he replied I’ll check out of mine and transfer, we may as well be in the same hotel if we’re sharing downtime’ ‘ err ok yes ….’ I stammered, though quite liking Cody taking control. ‘Who is Greg?’ Cody continued. ‘Oh he was a guy who I connected with last night’ I stammered’ but I think I messed up’ ‘oh how?’ ‘. Well he was an escort and after he fucked me he told me he was poz, and he came in me’ ‘Ah,’ Cody smiled ‘nothing wrong in that, bet it turned you on though?’ ‘Not at first but it did afterwards’ ‘Yes you’ll start craving poz cock once you’ve had a taste. I did, now I’m poz as well’ My eyes widened ‘Don’t worry I’m on meds, I’m undetectable’ Cody continued , and started to type into my phone ‘ but I’ll come off for you if you want’ ‘erm I’m not at that stage yet.. I’m still married remember’ Cody winked. ‘I’ve met married guys before, once they taste cock they go down a one way street…just saying’ We chatted through lunch, and bonded further in the afternoon workshop. The end of the day couldn’t come soon enough. ‘Come on we’re going back to your place’ Cody announced. ‘I’ve been horny all day and can’t wait to get into your pants, plus I’ve a surprise lined up’ We got the tube back to my hotel and crashed through the door and started stripping like two teenagers. I couldn’t wait to get my clothes off. I was soon on my knees and sucking Cody’s cock when there was a knock on the door. Cody pulled away and opened the door. My eyes widened when Greg walked in again. ‘Hi tiger’ he smiled, ‘knew you’d want more’ ‘but err’ I stammered. ’I read your texts, when I borrowed your phone. It got me so horny, especially when you told me he was poz’ I was speechless and horny at the same time. ‘Ben here is gay. He doesn’t realise it fully yet but he is. He is going to become my boyfriend and come out of his closet when I move up north in a couple of months. However we need to give him a helping hand Greg. He has a wife at the moment, but most women don’t want to fuck poz gay men. See where I’m going Greg?’ ‘Sure do’ Greg smiled. ‘ On the bed Ben, he ordered’ . My cock was hard and all I could focus on were the two thick cocks in front of me. The words blurred and I just wanted to do as I was told. I lay on the bed. Cody appeared above my head, his cock inches from my mouth. It was natural just to open my mouth and his cock slid in, before he lowered his weight on me, keeping me in place. I felt my legs being lifted and then breath on my ass before feeling Greg rim my hole. The sensation had me sucking harder on Cody’s cock. I soon felt something more and realised that Greg was sliding his cock in my hole. I felt myself being stretched but couldn’t say anything with Codyf fucking my mouth. ‘That’s it Greg. He was telling me only this lunchtime how poz cum turned him on, and he just wanted bareback sex with poz guys till he got bred’ Cody lied. ‘Is that so, well he will certainly be going back home with every chance of converting for you, I’ll make sure of that!’ Greg added as he pounded my ass. I should have been scared but just loved Cody’s cock in my mouth. ‘I’m nearly coming babe’ Cody added, ‘ I want you to swallow it all again’ I nodded ‘ good little piggy’ he added. I felt his cock twitch before I could feel him cum in my mouth. I was concentrating in swallowing his cum when I heard Greg growl ‘Poz load incoming for our new faggot’ and felt him ram my ass one last time before cumming in me. I breathed as Cody lifted his cock out of my mouth. I became aware that Greg was ramming his fingers in my arse, ‘we want these little soldiers to take , don’t we Ben? You will thank me one day, I’m trying to set you free. You’re a natural bottom and I can tell Cody here will be a great boyfriend’ I was stunned into silence and Cody kissed me, his tongue snaking into my mouth. I reciprocated as he started wanking my cock. I was so turned on’ just do it, make me yours, just poz me’ I whispered as I could feel my orgasm approach. ‘ I knew you would want it babe’ he replied as my cock twitched and I shot my load over my chest. This one’s on the house, on the basis I’ll come again before u go home’ Greg whispered as he dressed. I’ll leave you in Cody’s capable hands’ I heard the door click as he left. Cody said, ‘ you have a shower, let’s go out for a bite to eat and let’s see where the night takes us. I’ll pop back to my hotel and checkout and I’ll move in with you for the rest of the week. He quickly dressed and left, leaving me to my thoughts as the hot water of the shower washed over me. What was happening ? so much happened so naturally. Was I turning, did I have a choice? Or did I want it? …… to be continued…..

I Like to sit naked on my couch with my legs spread wide with my cocksucker kneeling between them. I like him to worship first my balls, lick them, take them in his mouth and suck on them, lick my shaft, tease my helmet. All that gives me a raging hardon. Only then do I allow him to put his mouth over my cock. He must take all my shaft in his mouth until his chin is pressed against my balls. He’s gotta suck me as long as I need, edging me and keeping me close. Then I’ll decide if I’m gunna cum in his mouth, over his tongue or go deep and cum in his throat. Of course he’s got to swallow all my seed.

Speaking from personal experience even in 1992: once you take that first bare cock after several years and feel the first load in you, there is no going back to rubbers.

Part 3: The Insertion David broke the kiss after several several minutes of heavy kissing and making out. He guided me onto his king size bed. He had me lay on my stomach with my legs slightly spread. He then rubbed my cheeks to help relax my hole. After a few minutes David spread my cheeks and then I felt his tongue on my hole. I had to latch onto the rails of his headboard because it felt so fucking amazing. At this point all he was doing is circling around the outside of my hole and it had my cock ready to explode. After several minutes of him just rimming my hole he then slowly started inserting his tongue inside my hole. This was all it took to send me over the edge and I came hard. But to my own surprise my cock remained hard after my orgasm had subsided. My hole must have clamped down on David's tongue for a bit because I didn't feel any more penetration. Once I had calmed down my hole loosened it's grip on his tongue and he continued tongue fucking my hole. After a few minutes David removed his tongue from my hole and reached over to his nightstand and grabbed the lube he had. He poured the lube on my hole first and began working it inside of me. He had done a hell of a job prepping my hole because he easily slid three fingers inside without any resistance. Once he had my hole lubed up he lathered his cock up and rubbed it all over his cock. I was so hungry for his cock that the thought of a condom never crossed my mind and he didn't mention it either. Once he was lubed up he put the head of his cock right at my waiting hole. The time has finally arrived where my complete virginity was about to be taken. Even after preparing my hole and loosening my hole up there was still a little resistance from my hole. David told me to push like I was taking a poop but not too much and he should start slipping in. I did as he told me to do and sure enough his cock slipped through my outer ring. There was definitely some pain. But not enough for me to stop him. I don't know where it came from but David produced a bottle and he told me to close one nostril and inhale three times and then do the same thing on the other side. I did as he instructed and immediately I felt like my head was spinning. It definitely has an effect on my hole because I felt it relax and David's cock slid in further. After a few minutes David's cock was all the way in. He laid on top of me for around a minute or so so my ass could get used to his cock inside of it. Once my hole was accustomed to his cock he told to inhale from the bottle again. This time around I felt like I was stoned but completely relaxed and ready to be fucked by David's beautiful cock. David licked my ear and told me to hang onto the head rails because my life was about to change. Little did I know what he meant but I was definitely about to find out.

top here. just did that with 2 bottom buds. It was fantastic sliding inside one and pulling out and sliding inside the other. I loaded each one by the way,

Grindr hookup last night. We said Dad and lad looking for young bottom. We got chatting to a 19yo boy and he was well up for it so we got him over. When he arrived he looked much younger than his years - like a fucking choirboy. We stripped off and got down to it. He sure surprised us. He spread his legs wide, presenting his hole. Drew mounted him and pounded his arse. The boy was loving it and begged Drew to breed him. Drew pumped his seed deep inside the boy’s hole and pulled out. Then he looked at me and asked “is Daddy gunna fuck me now” Those of you who know me know that “Daddy” is a trigger word for me. I forced my raging hardon up the lad’s hole and fucked him as hard as I could. He had no problem with me thrusting my cock roughly up his arse. I was surprised that such a young-looking lad had the experience of a cum dump. We kept hold of him for hours and we plastered 6 loads up his chute.

Part 1: How it started My name is Mark and a little bit about me is I'm 18. 5' 11". 245 pounds. Kinda between sticky and muscular. Nothing to brag about but I have been going to the gym pretty regularly. I usually workout late at night just to avoid the crowds and there's usually just one other guy there. His name is David. We chat occasionally about nothing really. If we need a spot then we are each happy to help the other out. David is probably in his 40's with very little fat. He is probably around 6'7" or 6'8" because he towers over me. Weight wise we are probably about the same. I've never thought about my sexuality much but I have noticed David seems to be well endowed whenever we are changing together in the locker room. Me not so much. One night as I'm doing my back workout my back really starts tightening up. I mean it's at the point where I just can't get it to loosen up. David noticed my pain and suggested that maybe I needed a deep tissue massage on my back to help loosen it up. I've never had a massage before and wasn't sure where I could get one at this late at night. David then told me he was actually a massage therapist and he would be more than happy to give me a massage. I was a bit nervous but the pain won out. I didn't change and we grabbed our bags and I followed him back to his place which was only about 5 minutes from the gym. Gotta love living in a small town. followed David inside and he led me into his room with the massage table. I wasn't sure about what to leave on and he told me just to strip to my underwear and lay on my stomach. He had me put my face through a doughnut looking thing at the head of his massage table. I noticed he had really warm in the room but as I was just in my underwear it felt really good. David said he was going to get comfortable because he didn't want to get too hot. I didn't care. I mean after all, this was his house. He stripped down to a jockstrap and nothing more. He had some type of oil in a pot that he kept warm and as soon as he applied it I was gone. It was so warm and felt so good. David then started just rubbing my back at first trying to see if that would help with some of the tension. David definitely knew what he was doing because my back did start loosening up. But there was still a lot of tension. He then told me he needed to go deeper and suggested I remove my underwear to help him massage me deeper. I didn't think anything about it because he had already relaxed me to this point so I just lifted myself up slightly as he removed my underwear. He also removed his jockstrap saying he was getting hot working on my back. For some reason I didn't question it because it sounded reasonable to me. He was standing by my head as he really started getting deeper on my back. I let a low moan as he made a deep path down my back. I could feel the muscles starting to loosen up. I opened my eyes and noticed David was now sporting quite a hard on. And it wasn't far from my face. I felt my own cock stir a little bit as well. I wasn't sure if David was gay or not and wasn't sure how to proceed. But as he kept loosening my back up and I would moan I noticed his cock would twitch. Which in turn caused my own cock to twitch. He then stopped for a moment and said he was going to remove the doughnut to help get a better angle to my back. He then proceeded to start rubbing my back again but this time his cock was directly in line with my mouth. I had never considered sucking a cock before and really wasn't sure how to. So I just opened my mouth and let his cock just find it's way in. To my surprise he didn't pull back and gently started rocking back and forth slowly fucking my mouth. No words were spoken. My own cock was now so hard it was hurting. I was enjoying allowing David to fuck my mouth. I had totally forgotten about my back but he was definitely going deeper on my back and in my mouth. I could taste some saltiness leaking from his cock and knew he was giving me copious amounts of his precum. I don't know how long this went on but I knew I didn't want it to stop. After a while I no longer felt any pain in my back. David then rubbed some oil on my cheeks and around my hole. He ran a finger across my hole and I moaned around his cock. This must have been all it took because I felt his cock swell up and he started cumming down my throat. He must hadn't cum in quite a while because there was a lot. I impressed both of us by swallowing it all without spilling a drop. After he finished he didn't remove his cock and continued to fuck my mouth. He didn't go soft either. Damn I was loving being used like this. David then started inserting his finger into my hole to help loosen me up. I knew what he wanted next and I was more than happy to give it to him.

I have some humble cum load goals this year: 1. Beat my record of 4 loads taken in a night 2. Take 60 loads by the end of the year Small goals for some, but ambitious for me and will be fun to try and meet

Just what a hungry daddy cunt wants. A younger, dominant guy looking to rut an older man & leave his seed deep in his guts.

As I’m getting older, the chance of hooking up decreases. It simply the way it happens. At least, at the baths, they see what they are getting. I’ve quit inviting strangers to my home. Too many things disappear or guys just aren’t respectful. Overall, my best to get a cheap sleazy motel room. I move in Friday afternoon and book to Monday morning.

As my regular readers know I’m a big fan of Gran Canaria, so I booked a trip with my bf for New Years and into January. I have been taking it slow the first few days, I did score a few hookups but I wasn’t on Grindr only nice repeat regulars from earlier trips including this amazing piggy top that is just 👌🏻🐽. So those plus boyfriend loads about 9 the first 3 days. Also noteworthy is the new expanded darkroom at Tom’s which has gone from boring as hell to a fun place to fuck. Take note fellow travelers! Now I want to tell you about my New Year’s Day. My bf wanted my ass nice and cummy before loading me so the plan was to take some loads if possible before going out and then go to Noxon. We had to switch apartments so it wasn’t optimal and I was ready for play around 18:00. Started off with a quick anon load from a neighbor. Then I visited a Scottish guy in his hotel and had a nice 40 min fuck. Then a bit later 2 more ROUGH fuckers had their way with me with the whole spitting in the face banging hard show etc. I went out with 4 loads lubing my hole but they mostly had gone out of me from the rough last fucker, but the hole was at least nice and open. Quick drink at Tom’s first to get started. I had to peek in the darkroom of course and had first several extremely aggressive bottoms try for me (I can give off this jock type energy, it’s not uncommon for me) until I found a short French king that had an amazing dick that I sucked and then he fucked and bred me nicely. He had more loads to give but his bf was waiting so I ended the session right there with the 5th load. Noxon next! Bought a beer. Went inside to find a grand total of ONE person 🤣 I’m sure Noxon has better nights as nothing is wrong with their facilities, but we just had our beer at the terrace and then decided for Factory. My bf has started liking putting on a show so we went to the big central mattress room where a lot of guys are just fucking and he fucked me there for 5 min. Sure enough as shit attracts flies this attracted about 6 guys to fuck me the next 30-40 min and two of them came loudly and one silently! Hot! Loads 6 and 7 and 8. My favorite was this really big dicked Viking type he really took his time (I’d say about 20 min in front of everyone) and his girth and length was really opening me up more in the best possible way. After being the main attraction for over an hour there I needed a break then so we went to the bar for our drink coupon. The second round into the darkroom we started with a sling fuck for a nice 15-20 min. Some other guy joined but didn’t cum. Then some older Germans in a very rude way almost kicked us out of the sling cause they wanted to use it for fisting 🤣 well it turned out to be a blessing in disguise as then ensued the highlight of the night. Now back in the orgy room which had a lot of guys at this point and lots of fucking going on multiple tops and multiple bottoms going at it. I bent over the mattress stuck my ass out. Some guy felt it up and it was wet to his liking so he started a nice fuck. As he was there a little line formed of guys wanting their turn, always a bottoms favorite 😍. He took less than 10 min until he was getting close and told me to beg for the load which I happily did as he came loudly and deeply inside me. Immediately a guy lines his dick up to my hole (didn’t see him) and enters the cummy mess easily. He bangs for his life and cums in about 1 min. He then was immediately replaced by a guy that had been jerking off to the whole thing, he fucked maybe 3-4 strokes then came hard and BIG into my sloppy ass. Then he again was immediately replaced by another guy that did the same thing and came in less 1 min. At the same time some daddy asked if I liked it in my mouth as he fed me his load. It was like experiencing the cum highlights from a porn movie in real life. Loads 9, 10, 11, 12, 13(mouth). Absolutely super hot to get 4 breedings in 5 minutes and 1 in the mouth. My ass was a wonderfully cumsloppy mess at this point and Viking type guy was back and happily enjoyed it for about 15 min of round two but didn’t cum that time. Action had then sort of fizzled out around us so it was about time to end the night on a high note with my BFs load fucked inside me with him never having felt me that wet 💦💦💦 before adding his and the final 13th load inside my now extremely wet and open ass. I could have gone longer but the timing was right and one does get tired after several hours of use 🤣😈

Didn't know what too choice 🤣🤣

This is an excellent explanation.

I am not sure If I consider myself to have a smoking fetish, but I do enjoy smoking a cigar while a cum hungry sub orally drained my sack. I am only an occasional cigar smoker these days and never got into smoking cigarettes. it started in my in my 20’s when the my live in BF started exploding his kinky side. When I got home from work one Friday afternoon, he met me at the door wearing only a jock strap. He said he wanted to try something new. he escorted me to my chair in the living room and removed my dress shoes and socks; I had a suit and tie job at that time. He had already poured me me a bourbon in a highball. As I was sipping my drink he went to the kitchen and returned with a tray; cigar, ashtray, wooden matches, and a cutter. He proceeded to prepare my cigar. after he placed the cigar in my mouth, he lit it. As I started to enjoy the smoke and drink, he unzipped the fly on my dress pants and fished my cock out of my boxers. He proceeded to give me the best blowjob I had ever had to that point. It was probably the ritual associated with the act that made it so great. After he swallowed my load, I think he thought he was done.. nope. I told him to keep going because I was still smoking. Eventually he worked out a second load. I think using a pig as an ashtray might be really hot. Add in some piss play and I might easily develop a smoking fetish.

70 now after my GC trip start of the year. Highest daily was 14 💦.

I was 18, a rich kid with an apartment, a car and an allowance from my parents so I didn't need the money and never considered paying. The first time a man paid to fuck me I did it for the thrill. I wanted to be a full time professional escort when I was 28 so I set up a profile online and advertised in all the gay magazines. With so many men paying me to fuck them and some paid to fuck me I wanted to experience paying someone to fuck me but I knew everyone. I flew abroad to stay with my friend at his bnb. I told him what I wanted and he arranged for 6 escorts for me to choose 1 from. I paid for all 6 overnight

I keep reminding guys … not hard does not mean he’s not turned on

I’ll close this trip report with a recap of yesterday - Friday Jan 10. This will be my last report from GC as today is more of a rest and recuperate day even though I’ll probably end up with a couple of hookups later today. Trip total loads: 78 in the ass, 5 in the mouth. 69 and 4 of these belong to the new year. If I take loads at this rate I will get 2456 loads this year. Which obviously won’t happen but it shows what a fun and cum filled time I had. Thanks to all the tops - the variety of dicks many huge ones, all the loads shot inside me. Also thanks my loyal readers and pig bros on this site. It’s fun to share this with you as I now go into more work focus the next few months. Friday Jan 10 Started the day with 2 hookups at home as I was horny af in the morning. 2 a bit kinky tops came one after the other to my place and one in particular had a really awesome fat dick to stretch me open. Then it was a long walk and a beach day at the gay nude beach. The waves were huge so was fun to see. Then had a very late lunch and proceeded to start planning and prepping the night. Unfortunately it was hard for me to clean so I wasn’t able to get the 4-6 loads I like collecting before going out for a cummy start to the clubs. Well never mind that because Factory turned out to be that much more awesome once I finally was clean and ready. Almost the second I stepped in to factory I was being fucked and spit roasted half the 3 hours I spent there. I got at least 10 loads could have been more I swear as I was the bb cumdump bottom on the big mattress yet again with a line of guys waiting to cum in me. So hot. I was out with a Vers / bottom buddy and he likes to both pimp my ass for passerby’s and work as an overflow bottom so it was a really fun and great dynamic we had with lots of action and loads for him too. When I got up for air after about 90 min of fucking and breeding with a super wet ass it was getting a bit quiet. Factory is like that. Guys come to fuck and breed and not hang all evening so it’s really perfect. Since we were up for more we decided to go to construction around 2am. Now I gotta say the dynamic of Construction has changed a bit for the worse. Firstly the dark part of the darkroom (the most popular part) is a bit too small so it’s overcrowded and hard to do stuff there. Second, there were 3-4 trolls that kept interrupting a lot of the action that was happening. Not just for me but for a bunch of guys. Guys; it’s not cool to try to inject yourself into a fuck by forcing yourself under the bottom getting fucked and starting to suck his dick against his will. Like not cool!!! And I’m saying that as a very friendly slut that tolerates a lot. Well despite that it was of course several nice fucks to be had and about 4 loads I think. Then after an hour or so it was getting more and more quiet and there were at this point many more bottoms than tops, so it was about time to call it a night and not a bad one with 14 loads up my open cummy hole and 1 swallowed. The main lesson of this trip: Always go to Factory it is THE best and I was always fucked and bred there continuously!

Years ago when I was in my 20’s, my then partner told me that he used to see a guy and fuck him (safe) and the guy used to pay my partner £100. He asked my partner if he had any mates he could bring, so I started going. He was big into Scally lad (trackies, trainers, baseball caps) so we went in ‘Scally drag’. I was expecting some horror to be living in the house but he was actually some Scottish guy, not much older than me and quite good looking. The first time I met him, he couldn’t stop looking at me and I knew I had him. That evening, we both left with £100 in our pocket and before we got home, he’d messaged my partner to ask for my number. Next day, he asked if I could come back alone for a session and he’d “make it worth my while”. So I did and I got double the money. That started a 6 month ‘friendship’ where I’d dress as a Scally and go and see him. After a couple of visits he was buying me Scally clothes to wear, trainers and the cash was going up and up. I was never sure what he did but, judging by his house, money was not an object. I arrived one time to find £500 in an envelope and two new pairs of trainers. He was a very generous guy and he asked me once if I could spend a full day with him. I told him yes but it would cost him. He told me to name my price. So I did. What he paid me covered the cost of my first trip to New York!! Had to put in the performance of a life time though. I’m not (and never have been) a natural top but that was what he wanted. He also thought I was a straight lad into football and with a ‘bird’. It was still great fun though. He also used to pay me for a condom full of my load so he could drink it later. £10 a time! I used to drop them off at his house, pick up the cash and leave. One time he asked me if I’d pour them all in his hole and it wasn’t long after that I was shooting them in him fresh from the tap! Don’t know what happened to him but he was great fun while it lasted!

Part 2: The Lead Up David continued loosening my hole very gently. I was beyond aroused with him fucking my mouth and loosening my hole. Once he had prepared my hole for his cock he withdrew his cock from my mouth. I was very disappointed because I was really enjoying his cock. I might have let out a little whimper honestly. David told me he wanted to continue on his bed which was right next door. We walked hand in hand into his bedroom and as soon as we entered he gave me my very first kiss. David was definitely a great kisser. My body was responding in ways I never imagined. I swear I felt one of my legs curl up like you see in the movies. My body trembled with excitement. As David kissed me his hand found my right nipple and he started rubbing it and slightly pinching it. In return I started moaning and my left hand went immediately to his cock. This was the first time I had actually touched another cock besides my own. It felt so hard but velvety at the same time. As I started to slowly jerk his cock David was alternating between both my nipples. We would stop kissing momentarily just to catch our breath and then continue kissing more. I just couldn't believe being with a man could be this fucking hot and erotic. David certainly knew what he was doing and I was enjoying every moment.

Jan 2: quiet day with one blowjob in the morning (unusual for me). Evening wasn’t feeling great but soldiered on and went to the hairy and bears night at Zoo and was of course quite popular as I’m hairy in all the right places 😉 had 8 fucks and 3 loads that I counted during the 90 min I was there could have been more but I’ll keep it conservative. One really big dicked guy made me cum anally for 5 min and the hottest guy there bred me loudly which was very fun. Jan 3: Started with 4 hookups during the afternoon and 4 loads. Mostly just so so but the hot one was this Canario that manages some bungalows and he walked me through the entire complex to then fuck and breed me in one of the back ones that was unoccupied. Awesome fuck and a big dick that touched all the right places inside my hole. It felt fun to do the walk of shame in front of all these older gays watching me leave with his load in my butt 🤣😈 Then moment of crisis! I had some kind of stomach flu so had to go home and get it all out. Thought the night was ruined but started to feel better and tried cleaning out again. Sure enough it was easy this time to deep clean, and as I was doing through some coincidence a couple of friends wanted to have a 3some with a bottom. I was like sure give me 15 min, then my partner comes home as they are arriving and we agree to do a 4some. My partner has wanted to try DP since a few months ago so he casually suggested to them that we do this 🤣😈 Normally DP is totally fine for me but one of the guys had a huge dick, so while it was possible it was not optimal. We made it happen and then they both came very hard quite quickly. My partner then took the place of the verse guy inside me and enjoyed his DP moment until also he came. Then by the end the visiting top fucked me a bit more and also the verse guy but they didn’t cum again. Wow hot💦 After the 4some (which was almost an hour total) I had agreed to meet a new friend who wanted me to coach him how to take loads 🤣😈 I met up with him and my bf and factory turns out he’s a very tall Greek guy with a nasty streak. He did watch me get fucked quite a lot and some guys went on to fuck him after so it was a great dynamic. There weren’t many loads though but one guy bred me there. Went on to Construction after that. First proper visit this trip! Well guess what I was in luck 2 of my favorite vacation boyfriend tops were there so of course we fucked and I got their loads during the evening. Had a ton of fucks all over, highlight was taking 4 loads in a row on my back on the big mattress in the orgy room with an audience. 💦 Then had 2 more loads and one in the mouth at the very end. So I would say a successful if exhausting day with 13 loads in the ass and 1 in the mouth. Saturday Jan 4: Pussy was quite used up so woke up to my partner entering it easily without lube during the early morning and then dumping his morning load. Drifted back to sleep and have just had a quiet day walking 10km and sunning. I doubt I will take loads tonight but planning on a hefty day tomorrow with 2 3somes planned and one more DP meet 💦😈

I didn't realize how late it had gotten with Ryan and Drew, and realizing it was after midnight I simply pulled the covers up and drifted off, my ass and cock still a mess, and now my bed as well. But I didn't care, the orgasmic bliss that I was in just gently led me into the dream world. The next two days flew by as the weekend arrived, and I was awoken early Saturday morning by the chime of my phone. I had a message from a profile that, despite the lack of a head, I could tell had to be Drew. Tagging him as a buddy, I responded to his message and found he was crashing at Ryan's and wondered if he could come over for some morning action. My libido was apparently back in overdrive and I told him to head over when he was ready. As I prepared for his arrival, I worked a decent width dildo up my ass to try and prepare myself for my hole being stretched wide. I also grabbed my set of sounds and gently probed my cock with a few different sizes while gently stroking. Another message from Drew informed me he was just 10 minutes out, so I pushed the dildo out with a plop and put my sounds away. I hopped in the shower and rinsed off, and decided to let loose a stream of piss as I emptied my bladder. It burned a bit as I pissed, and I chided myself for apparently not having used enough lube on the sounds. Shaking the last few drops away I soaped up quickly, rinsed off, and had just finished toweling when I heard the knock at my door. I didn't even bother to dress, and as I swung the door open Drew charged in and took me in a fierce embrace. I hadn't expected that, and as he pushed the door shut behind him, he broke off the kiss and stepped back to undress. I took in the view as he shucked his jacket and sweats--apparently all he had bothered to throw on. I admired his firm chest and body, and his shaggy brown hair with a light scruff drove me wild. His green eyes pierced deep into mine as he stood, his uncut meat already rising and a strand of milkish-colored precum dangling. He never broke eye contact as he approached me, and kissed me again. We stood there, just inside my door, our lips locked for almost five minutes just savoring each other's mouth. Drew pulled back and once again locking eyes on me said, "fuck man, as good as I remember you looking," with a devilish grin. He reached out and, placing one hand on each shoulder, turned me around and leaned me forward. He used his legs to spread mine apart slightly and I felt him guide the tip of his cock to my hole. He had been leaking his precum a good bit during our make out session, and I felt my hole become instantly slick. He spit twice into his hand and I felt him reach down and slather it on his cock as he began to push his head into me. The foreskin of his cock slid back, allowing his head to penetrate me relatively easily, but his shaft had become solid and inflexibly rigid. Despite my earlier work with the dildo I clearly had not opened up enough, but Drew kept pushing and it started to hurt as I felt my hole begin to stretch beyond its comfort zone. He paused for a second and I felt him flex his cock inside my hole as he spit into his hand again. Withdrawing just so slightly and adding that to his cock, he resumed his pushing and I felt my ass being to cry out as this intruder kept up its relentless assault. Drew wrapped his arms around me and pulled me back against him as he thrust his hips forward. I felt my hole tear as he slid fully into me, his thickness breaching my outer ring and the entirety of his spit-lubed cock sliding in on one go. I cried out as his hand quickly muffled me, closing over my mouth. "Shhh," he whispered in my ear, "I needed to get in you fast because I don't have a lot of time, and I plan to cum more than once before I have to get back." He began a serious assault on my ass and I felt like a ragdoll that would be tossed aside if not for the bear hug he had me in. He had an otter's chest of hair, and I could feel the friction of it on my back as he pummeled my ass chute. It wasn't 10 minutes in and I felt his cock thicken and he shoved his arrowhead in past my second ring and erupted. He cried out in what seemed like pain. "Oh fuck! Argh! Ah! Fuck! God that fucking burns! Shit! Ah!" He slowed momentarily as I felt his chest heaving. As his breathing slowed down a little he began long-dicking my hole, which was now taking his girth with ease given it had been pummeled and lubricated from within. I was panting a bit myself, and as he began thrusting forward forcefully with each long withdrawal, I took my own uncut piece in my hand and began stroking myself. We got into a rhythm as he long dicked me, slamming back into my ass as his balls swung forward and hit mine. He pushed my back forward and my head dropped so I was bent over. I continued to stroke my own cock, feeling the burning sensation in my piss tube that I knew would grow when I came myself. Drew began to pick up the pace, really slamming my ass hard as each time he nearly withdrew completely. My hole had opened so willingly for him now that he could pretty much pull the tip out and go right back in. My hand dropped from my cock and I reached back to hold his hands, firmly gripping my waste on either side. I felt him again begin to thicken and I knew what came next, as he slammed forward and held himself as deep in me as he could, flooding my guts with another large load of his cum. He leaned forward, his sweaty hair landing in between my shoulder blades as he continued to shudder and swear under his breath about how much cumming hurt. I wondered how long it had been and how backed up and blue his balls were for him to be this sensitive. Eventually the twitching stopped, and he slowly began to pull out. As his cock plopped out of my hole, we both slowly brought ourselves upright and I turned to face him, looking down at the sizeable penis that had just rearranged my insides. With a little smattering of cum on his cock that had stayed as he withdrew, I dropped to my knees and swallowed his now softening cock as I went to work cleaning it. I noticed another of those bruises hidden above his cock in his bush, but kept sucking with abandon until I had cleaned his cock fully. As I stood he moved in for another kiss, and after a few swirls around in my mouth with his tongue, he broke our embrace and slowly turned to pick up his clothes. I noticed the bruise I had seen on the back of his leg had grown a little, and I decided to ask him about it. "That bruise on your leg, you must really have slammed into something huh? Seems to have gotten worse since the other day." "Ah, yeah, it'll be fine, I bruise pretty easily I guess. Didn't remember hitting it on anything, but there it is," he said with a dismissive laugh. He finished dressing and gave me a quick kiss before heading out the door. As he closed the door, I felt a glob of his cum suddenly drop onto the inside of my right leg, and I looked down and noticed it was a bit pink. Shit, he really must have torn up my ass. I hopped back in the shower and rinsed off, while also gently fingering my hole as it slowly began to close itself after that brutal pounding. I hopped out and toweled myself off and heard my phone chime again. I noticed Drew had sent a thank you message (how quirky and silly), and asked if he and Ryan could pop over later in the evening. I debated if that was a good idea given how sore I knew I'd be by then, but I acquiesced and we settled on seven that night. Little did I know what was about to happen in just a few short hours...

PART 2 As we walked through my front door, Conrad reached into his backpack and took out a box of rubbers. “Can’t forget condoms,” he said with an awkward laugh. I took them from his hand, managed a vague sort of nod, and threw them on the dining room table. My boys usually insist on condoms—at first. But after a little bit of chemical intervention, they always transform into eager raw cumholes. Only once did I end up with an especially stubborn kid who kept trying to wrap my dick, so I resorted to a backup plan—a stash of broken rubbers with little holes poked in the reservoirs. Didn’t matter in the end. By the time the condom tore apart while I was pounding his negboy hole, he was so high he tore the shreds of rubber away from my cock and ran his finger along the raw shaft as it plunged in and out of his chemmed-up cunt, his eyes glazing over with the deep-buried desire to be a bareback whore. I always get what I want. I told Conrad to take a seat on the couch and help himself to the pot. Meanwhile, I walked to the kitchen. I took a few sodas out of the fridge and poured them into glasses I’d already dosed with a cap of G. I love G because it transforms uptight boys into ragdoll sluts in a matter of 20 minutes. The taste can be tough to hide, but I recently found a dealer who consistently delivers high-potency GHB that doesn’t taste awful. In fact, after diluting the stuff in 12 ounces of Pepsi, it only leaves a subtle aftertaste—perfect for serving to unsuspecting negboys. As I finished my little cocktail, I heard Conrad’s voice from the couch: “Hey, what’s this?” That made me grin, because I knew exactly what he was talking about. On a tray in the middle of the coffee table, I’d left a bong full of pot. And right next to it, I’d left a little glass pipe full of Tina. Every single time, my negboy visitors are deeply fascinated by the glass pipe, so all I need to do is pretend like it’s nothing too special. “What’s what?” I asked. “I’m just wondering what’s in this little glass pipe thing full of white stuff.” “Oh, that,” I replied, walking into the living room with the G-laced Pepsi. “Not sure you’re ready for that. It’s called T. It can be really, really fun. It makes me horny as fuck, and I bet you’d have a blast on it. But maybe we should just take it easy—just stick with the pot, you know? Here’s some soda, by the way. Drink up, little bro.” He took a few gulps of Pepsi while holding the glass pipe, looking at it intently. My dick stiffened. “Actually, I’m curious,” he said. “Would it be cool if I just tried it?” I shrugged nonchalantly. “Sure, bud—be my guest. But let me show you how to work it, OK?” I sat down next to him, my hands visibly shaking with excitement. “Alright, now hold that pipe up to your mouth. Yeah, just like that. I’m gonna light this little torch and heat up the stuff in the bowl. Just wait a moment. See that? See the little wisps of smoke forming? Now when I say go, just start inhaling very lightly and steadily. Lightly and steadily. Got it? OK, bud—go ahead. Start inhaling. There you go. Good boy. Just take that swirling smoke into your lungs and hold it until I tell you otherwise. Got it?” He nodded as he continued to inhale. “OK, little bro,” I said to him, taking the pipe away from his mouth. “Hold it, just for a sec. Then exhale it through your nose. There you go. Fuck yeah—good boy! Now again.” That first hit was a nice fat one—the cloud emerging from his mouth and nostrils was thick and white, and my cock dripped at the smell of the Tina emanating from his lungs. From that point on, with each cloud of meth that escaped his lips and his nostrils, he was losing a little bit of his innocence. For the second hit, I gave him the torch to operate, and I talked him through it. The result was another giant hit of solid white clouds pouring out of his mouth and nose. “OK, boy—do one more. You’re on your own. I think you got it.” He immediately hit the pipe again, and I turned away to hide my giant, triumphant grin as Conrad smoked away all his defenses. “I’m just gonna put a little entertainment on the TV here, OK? Oh, and don’t forget your soda.” When I turned on the TV, it automatically started playing one of my favorite movies. It’s an amateur video shot by a filthy pig I know from the Midwest—a wrestling coach who likes to chem and poz some of the hot little jockboys on his team. He’d sent me a few videos, but this was my favorite: a sexy, ripped, piggy 18-year-old named Lance was all slammed up and taking loads from a roomful of coaches and former teammates. Behind me, I heard the click of the torch again. Fuck yeah, I thought, this boy is already fuckin’ hooked. As I turned back to face him, I took off my wife-beater. Conrad froze in place, the pipe halfway to his lips, smoke billowing out of his mouth. He just stared at my hairy chest, his eyes dilated pitch-black. “You feelin’ good, little bro?” He gave me a dazed nod, his mouth agape. “Why don’t you take off your shirt, huh? Show off your sweet little body. Do that for your big bro?” He peeled his tank top upward, revealing his flat stomach with its ridges of ab muscles, then his compact little muscular chest. He was just starting to develop a treasure trail down the center of his stomach, leading past the waistband of his shorts to the bulge of his cock that strained against his zipper. His soda was gone; the G would be hitting him soon. I walked over to the couch and took the pipe from his hands. “Jesus fuckin’ Christ, you’re just about the sexiest boy I’ve ever seen." I ran my hand down his torso, and he sighed a deep, hungry sigh. "Listen, buddy: I have a few more things to show you. You wanna learn from your big bro?” He half-grunted, half-moaned in response. “OK: I’m gonna do a hit. Then I’m gonna blow it into your mouth, and you’re gonna blow it back in mine, then back and forth we go until we can’t go anymore. It’s called a shotgun, and it’s one of my favorite things to do with a sexy little bro like you.” I put the pipe to my lips and took a deep, thick hit of white smoke. Then I put the pipe down, turned to Conrad, sealed my open mouth against his, and exhaled my cloud into his lungs. A moment later, he breathed the Tina smoke back into me. We repeated that three or four times until the mouth-lock became a deep kiss, and we kept making out while the shotgun escaped our mouths and dissolved around us. As I kissed him, I loosened his shorts, pulling them down the length of his lightly hairy legs. His underwear followed. Then I slipped off my gym shorts; my cock bounced free with a gentle “thwack” against my stomach. I maneuvered Conrad so that he was stretched out before me on the couch, and I laid down on top of him, my cock rubbing against his. We continued to kiss. I grabbed the pipe, took another hit, and shared another series of breaths with my boy. Then he spoke, hesitantly. “Hey, big bro? Just in case you’re wondering, I’m all cleaned out and ready to go. My ass, I mean. The last dude who fucked me showed me how to do all that stuff. So…anyway. In case you’re wondering.” I smiled at him and mussed his hair. “What are you trying to tell me, little bro? You want my cock sliding in that sweet little butt?” He blushed and shrugged. I leaned into his ear and whispered: “Don’t you worry, buddy. It won’t be long before I bury my fat cock deep in your hole.” He shivered beneath me, then kissed me again. The G was kicking in. He was almost entirely in my hands. A few more minutes of teasing and prodding, and he’d do anything to get impaled on my raw cock. “Get on the floor, little bro,” I said. “Face the other direction, on all fours. Ass in the air. Back arched. No—back arched, like a fuckin’ fag. Much better. Good boy. Now reach back and spread that hole for your big bro.” His hands grabbed each side of his perfectly round butt, spreading it to reveal a smooth, pink, tight hole that pulsed with every breath he took. I knelt down, placed my hands over his, and wrapped my mouth around that aching little boycunt, pushing my tongue into his body, every one of his nerves quivering as I dove greedily into his wide-open throbbing cock-hungry 18-year-old partied-up fuckhole. He gasped as I kissed that sweet little fag-pussy with the same intensity that I kissed his mouth a few minutes earlier. I spit a few huge gobs of saliva on his cunt and worked them in with my tongue. His hole loosened up, welcomed my mouth and my spit, became noticeably warmer. He really was a fuckin’ hottie: such a tight little body, great definition from his calves to his chest, with the roundest, most perfect little boybutt I’ve ever seen. And the cock! He had the kind of thick, veiny dick that would make any top’s hole twitch. Enough butt-eating, I thought. It's time to fuck. “OK, little bro—one more thing to show you," I said, standing up so that my dick hovered over him. "I want you to take a fat hit off that pipe, then blow it onto your big bro’s cock. Can you do that for me?” He nodded, grabbed the pipe, and got the smoke swirling like a regular chemwhore. “Good boy. You like that smoke, huh?” He nodded as he continued to inhale. “Just feed on that smoke, pig. Feed on that smoke. Your big bro wants to see you get fuckin' tweaked." He put down the pipe, knelt directly in front of me, wrapped his mouth around my cock, and exhaled a thick cloud of white smoke that enveloped my dick. The smoke traveled up my stomach and chest as he began hungrily slurping on my poz shaft. He wasn’t a bad little cocksucker, but I couldn’t wait any longer. I pulled his head away from my dick and guided him onto his back. “Pull your legs back, little bro.” He did, revealing that sweet little hungry cunt, still dripping with my spit. I began rubbing the length of my cock across his hole, watching his eyes flutter and his mouth drop open as he pulled his legs back a little further and looked at me with a kind of desperate pleading. “You ready for some dick?” He could only manage a whimper in response. “I can’t wait to give it to you, bro. But one thing you gotta know first. If it turns out to be a problem, then we can do something else. We don’t need to fuck, you know.” He nodded again, half-listening, every bit of his energy focused on the cock rubbing against his chemmed-up faggot fuckhole. “So here’s the deal, little bro. I only fuck raw. Natural. Bareback. And if a boy won’t let me fuck him the way I want to fuck him, then he’s not getting fucked. Got it?” Conrad glanced over at the TV, where the bottomboy was spreading his little jockbutt for yet another raw cock. Then he looked back at me. He reached down to spread his boyhole, just like the guy in the video. “Give me your dick, skin-on-skin,” he said, his eyes a solid-black void. “Bareback my fuckin’ hole. Please, bro.” “Fuck yeah, boy. You been fantasizing about raw dick, huh? Watching bareback porn?” “It’s the only kind of porn I watch. It’s the only kind of fucking I really want to do. Please give me your dick, bro. Your raw dick. I need your fucking raw dick. Please.” “You gonna make me pull out?” “No, dude. Please cum in me. Breed me.” “And when we go to the bathhouse after this—you want other dudes to breed you, too? Breed your chemmed-up cunt?” He paused for a moment, looking me straight in the eye, giving himself some time to overcome the shame of his boyhood secrets. “Yes,” he finally said. “I want my hole dripping with cum.” I nudged the head of my raw dick up against his hungry little butt, and his whole body shook. His breath went shallow. Then my cockhead slipped through that first outer barrier, enveloped by the warmth and tightness and innocence of his negboy hole, and I leaned down to kiss him, a sloppy kiss. “I’m dripping precum in my little bro’s hole,” I whispered in his ear. “I’m lubing you up with my seed, faggot.” By this point, Conrad was alternating between “fuck yeah” and “fuck me,” and he wrapped his arms around my back, murmuring “do it” three times. That’s when I began pushing the rest of my raw cock into the radiant warmth of that chemmed-up fuckhole, and he gasped as he surrendered everything to me. “This is how we were meant to fuck,” I whispered in his ear as my dick continued to disappear inside him. “You aren’t a true bottom boy until you’ve let a man split you in half bareback, until you’ve given up your hole for him to eat and pound and breed. I’m so proud of you, little bro.” With that, I directed his attention toward the TV. “But there’s one thing you should look out for,” I said, taking on a serious tone. “Some guys in the bathhouse will have a tattoo like that.” I pointed up at the screen. A young topdude was pounding the bottomboy bareback. Every time he pulled his cock away from that hungry little fuckhole, you could see a biohazard tattoo right next to his dick. “Do you know what that tattoo means, little bro?” He shook his hand. “Danger, I guess?” “Well, sort of. It means he’s poz. Just something to be aware of, because you probably don’t want that.” I glanced back at him, and the look in his eye was pure hunger. “Unless…,” I said, pretending to be confused, “Unless you’re turned on by that?” He shot a devilish glance at me, and I answered with a giant grin. Then he grinned, too. “You want some poz dick at the bathhouse, bro?” “Fuck yeah.” “Yeah? You wanna get knocked up?” He just kept grinning, and his body started shaking again—a kind of shiver, all fear and anticipation and excitement. “Such a good boy. Such a fuckin’ dirty boy. I love it. I’m so proud of my little bro.” And then, with no warning, I pulled my dick out of his hole. Conrad gasped. He suddenly looked lost and empty; the pleading returned to his eyes, and he pulled his legs back and spread his ass and whimpered. Meanwhile, I stared him down. “Sorry, little bro, but something just occurred to me. You didn’t ask about my status. Don’t you want to know my status?” “I don’t fucking care. Please, bro. Please give me your dick.” That made my dick drip: I don’t fucking care. “Good answer, buddy. But I think you deserve to know.” I nudged my dick up against his hole, and he tried desperately to maneuver his ass to get more of my meat lodged up in his guts. “Here’s the deal, bud: I’m fuckin’ poz. This is a poz cock teasing your hole. You like how this poz cock feels inside you?” “Yes, fucker. Please give me more, fucker. I need more. Please, bro.” “What’s that, buddy? I’m not sure I heard you.” “Pound my ass raw with your fat poz cock. Fucking PLEASE. PLEASE. PLEASE, BRO.” “You wanna get knocked up? Knocked up with your big bro’s virus?” “FUCK YES.” “Say it.” “KNOCK ME UP, YOU SEXY MOTHERFUCKER.” “Fuck yeah, you hot little chemmed-up faggotboy.” I shoved my poz dick back inside that boy’s hole, and started pounding. I didn’t last long. I felt the toxic seed gathering up in my balls, brewing, getting ready to shoot. Conrad was staring me down with those giant black pupils, his legs spread wide, his hole peeled back and exposed to allow my dick maximum penetration. He just kept nodding. Nodding. Smiling. Telling me with his eyes that he wanted my gift. As I got closer to shooting my toxic load, he wrapped his arms around me and alternated between little whimpered chants of “poz poz poz” and “fuck fuck fuck.” “Goddammit, you hot little fag,” I whispered. “Goddammit. You’re gonna get my load. My fuckin’ sweet infected load, just for you, fuckin’ sexy little negboy bro.” And then, with pulse after pulse of my raw cock in his wide-open wet fuckhole, I bred him. Pozzed him. Charged that little faggot ass up. Gave him my virus. Then, as my dick stopped shooting volleys of poz sperm, I kept pushing my cock deep inside him, pushing my toxic cum into his guts before collapsing on him, my poz cock still buried deep. Conrad sighed, a long contented sigh. “That was amazing,” he said. “Oh, little bro,” I whispered in his ear. “I have so many fuckin’ plans for you—you have no idea.” I pulled my cock out of him, then guided his mouth to taste the poz seed coating my shaft. He slurped on it greedily, my dick still warm from the hunger of his hole. “Such a good boy,” I said. “Such a hot little pig. So proud of you, little bro. Now, whaddaya say we get your sweet little knocked-up hole to the bathhouse?” MORE SOON…

Back in the days I started fucking (1998) I would mostly use Vaseline as lube (although some older dudes had KY near their beds). I remember the slick, somewhat greasy feeling that would make my dick slide easily into my partners' holes. Nowadays guys insist on water based lube that evaporate / absorb in our skin within a very short time. Some guys do use silicon based lube, but I really miss the feeling of Vaseline. Unfortunately, hasn't had the chance to explore Boy-Butter sex, but I guess it would be quite the same as Vaseline. So, Vaseline guys, where are you?

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.

His name is Andrea High. Has a lipstick tatt on one of his cheeks too. Very hot bottom.

I love having tops think of me as nothing but a useless little whore only good for emptying their loads into

Well, Vaseline can be a good lube for fucking, but (to me), it tastes terrible .... I much prefer a pre-loaded Hole, but that's not always in the cards either. After all, some guy's Cock has to be first of the night. Just a plain (well-prepped) Hole with nothing but Lust up there is better than Vaseline .....

Yes. It's damn sexy 2 holes side by side taking cock

I haven’t taken money directly. I have had a couple tops that would whore me out for money. They’d keep all the money and I’d get the cock and cum. It’s always a win win. I’ll do about anything for a dude that wants to whore me out.

Freezing dick- the brother of tina dick.

A good rim before a good fuck is the best way to take a virgin hole! (personal experience as well) - and my "experience" is standing right here next to me... Then? Taking both virginity and poz status in one go? Even better!

I can go for hours at a time (and even days as last week NY events taught me haha) as long as I am comfortable on the sling or a good fuck bench my hole will take it. Fun fact, after NY I was exhausted the day after it all ended and woke up in the afternoon all tired so I ate something and went for a rest, but I went downstairs to our play room, adjusted the fuck machine with an 10" thick dildo, laid myself on the sling and napped for 2 hours while my hole was being used (hard).

May be around 7 years old I love it

Sits back with a bowl of popcorn and waits to see the fireworks. 🫨

I love to let the old guys breed me as long as they can get hard enough to get in. Yesterday was a slow day at Flex Phoenix, but there were three older poz wasting daddies who bred me good in the big area in the back. They came a lot, cum was running down my leg and I still was able to push out a handful to eat when I got home. Wonder how much soaked in and if they were toxic. I love the feel of squishy butt, but had to push out before going out to dinner, didn’t want to have an accident in my tan shorts.

its kinda weird not really wild just maybe werid so like i have this thing for watching a guy j/o with a fleshlite then i get to clean it out for him never actually done it so far

When I was younger I got offers but the only arrangement I ever had was with a dealer. He wanted my ass and would get me high to get it. It was pretty slutty and he liked doing it at parties so other guys could watch me take it.

Chapter 2 I slept fitfully that night after taking a couple of vodkas from the minibar. I worried about the poz status of Greg but then got hard thinking of the sex. In the morning I showered, and then I made a conscious decision to remove my wedding ring and put it in the safe. I just wanted to be me for the next three days and nights. It would either confirm I just had some odd fantasies or lead me down a rabbit hole I might not get out of. I caught the tube and it didn’t take that long to reach the conference venue. I scanned the foyer to the room for anyone I might know, without success. I was standing at the coffee machine filling a cup when a voice behind me announced ‘Hi, I’m Cody! I hope you don’t mind me speaking to you but soo many of the people here just look so boring!’ I looked round and saw a guy in his mid twenties, probably ten years my junior, with bleached blond hair and a glittery earring standing in front of me. ‘Er no problem …. Hi I’m Ben’ I smiled ‘ thanks for saying I don’t look boring’ ’Youre welcome Ben! You definitely don’t look boring, more kind of hot!’ Even without that comment it was pretty obvious Cody was gay, but that just affirmed it. I had never been hit on by a guy before. ‘Er thanks … I think! ‘ ‘you’re welcome … again’ Cody replied looking me in the eye. ‘Do you know anyone here? ‘ he asked. ‘Er no ‘ I stammered dropping my eyes after holding his gaze for a split second too long. ‘Ok , I’m happy to be conference buddies if you are?’ ‘Er yes that would be good’ I said blandly, not really sure what to say. My mind was catching me up, all I could think was that he looked cute and had a nice smile. Why was I thinking that? Get a grip , I told myself! ‘Cool, we should get a table not too near the front I think , no point drawing attention to ourselves! By the way, in case you are wondering, yes I’m very definitely gay Ben! Guessing you’re cool with that now that we’re conference buddies?’ ‘no problem , I’m gay too’ I blurted. Why did I say that, I may have to backtrack if I met someone I knew! I thought. ‘ We’ll that’s a bit of a bonus Ben, this conference may not be as boring as I thought after all! Let’s get some seats’ The first hour passed fairly quickly but the second presentation had just started when I was sure I could feel Cody’s hand on my thigh under the table. I looked down to see him stroking my leg. ‘Sorry, sitting next to a dilf is getting me horny!’ He whispered’ I’d much rather be sucking your cock’. My cock sprang to attention. I couldn’t believe what was happening, I was being groped by a camp queer in semi public, and was getting turned on. ‘my , someone likes that idea’ Cody continued, looking at my cock tenting in my trousers. He brushed his hand over my cock. ‘I’ve an idea, follow me at the morning break’ the next forty minutes dragged. I was torn between letting whatever felt natural happening and pulling back and being my usual reserved self. I decided to roll the dice. The presentation ended. We both folded up our booklets and left swiftly. Cody led the way briskly moving through a few delegates. He headed towards the gents, grabbing my hand a few steps before the door. It was empty and Cody only let go of my hand once we were in the end cubicle. He put his finger to my lips to indicate I shouldn’t say anything. He then replaced it with his mouth as his tongue snaked in my mouth as we kissed. ‘ you’re a sexy kisser’ he whispered as he fished for my belt. He expertly undid my trousers and fished out my erection before sinking to his knees and sucking my cock. I was so hard and turned on I knew I wouldn’t last long. Cody sucked my cock in silence before I was soon grabbing his head and thrusting into his mouth as I came. ‘Mmm’ Cody moaned as he swallowed my seed, and stood up, kissing me again. I could taste my cum on his tongue. ‘Me too ‘ I whispered’ I want to suck your cock’ I sat down on the toilet seat as Cody pulled his jeans down and out sprang a fairly thin cock with a big mushroom head. It was already dripping precum as I slipped the first cock I had ever sucked in my mouth. I tasted his precum and just wanted more. I was caught up in the moment and wanked his cock and sucked until he bent down and whispered in my ear ‘I’m gonna shoot, swallow it all, I’m gonna cum loads’ . I sucked harder and then Cody’s semen flooded my mouth. I swallowed as much as I could but coughed a little, spilling some of his cum on my shirt. Cody grinned down at me, putting his finger to his lips as we could hear people in the gents. We both quietly dressed and I wiped the cum from my shirt before we opened the cubicle door and brazenly strode out to the surprise looks from the three older guys at the wash basins. Cody winked at me as we left, ‘That will get tongues wagging, they’ll be discussing those two queers at the back’ he grinned. ‘Come on let’s get another coffee.. we have to make it to lunchtime without fucking’ ‘Shame, I could do with a good fucking’ I heard myself say as we approached the coffee machine. My mind was a whirl. I was only a couple of hours in the conference and was practically gagging for more cock. It seemed that rabbit hole was getting bigger and bigger……..

Dallas top here

I was sucking and being fucked by many in high school from freshman year… including a few dads on friends who knew I was getting fucked at home…

I started sucking off classmates when I was 13 and it soon moved beyond to getting fucked. One guy joked I was the town bicycle...everyone gets to ride it. Most everyone knew I was gay and willing to suck cock and it stayed that way through high school. I was pretty much a full on slut and open about it. And I wasn't the only guy who was. I loved nothing more than upper classmen wanting to give me a ride home in their car knowing it would end with me me taking their cock and loads.

How did you learn about film arcades and adult bookstore hookups?An older co worker told me about them when I was 19.1974 we worked at adjacent buildings and he knew I was always horny.He mentioned the place and said he would take me there that weekend.Met at his place around the corner from the bookstore and we smoked some really strong weed while he regaled me with stories about his gay life and what to expect tonite etc.Mike had told me to dress sexy to attract men and I had complied showing up in what was to become a uniform of cuttuffs teeshirt and flipflops.Leaving his apartment we walked to the bookstore where he was greeted by the clerk who threw me an appraising glance and smile.Mike purchased the tokens and pulled me away from the gay magazine rack into the very dark fulm boothe arcade.His hand on my butt pushed me towards the very last booth pushed me in and closed the door behind us.Started the film which was a gay sex flick that totally had me heart pounding and my cock twitching from the excitement and all the weed we had smoked.It was all happening so fast...We kissed and as I got into kissing him back he took my hand and ran the fingers around a hole between our booth and the next....soon a hard cock popped thru and he pushed me down and told me to suck it off....which I did.Got so into it was surprised then the ejaculation started filling my mouth with a strangers cum.That cock pulled back and I heard the booth door open as the stranger left.Mike pulled out another joint and we shared it,he showed me how to blow the smoke out the exhaust vent.As the rush began to build anew Mike told me he was going to watch from the next booth and to just please whatever men came in.Leaving the door ajar he left,and very soon another man entered.He dropped his pants and pushed me down to suck his cock and I did,the rush making my heart pound and head spin.He pulled me up after a few moments turned me around to face the screen and whispered in my ear"I'm gonna fuck you now faggot" as his hands undid my shorts and pushed them down roughly,exposing my twink bubble butt to his hard glistening cockhead which immediatly started probing my hole.He openned a small packet of lube and smeared it around my hole and on his cockhead,then just pushed it in.The smell of alcohol on his breath was strong as he tongued my ear as he fucked me silly,and I remember thinking"I'm getting fucked by a drunk at 1am in a bookstore filmbooth"He started to groan,and his thrusts gott infrequent and deep as he came.Pulling out his cum ran out a bit and I couldn't keep it in....he pulled his pants up and left without a word.Another man entered as he left sliding the door shut and dropping his sweatpants in one fluid motion,He pressed a hard cock into me and started fucking me using the previous deposit as lube.After he came and left another just wanted a blow job so I did that too.Mike came back into my booth and pulled my shorts back up and said we should leave now,and that I could spend the nite at his place.We walked back,I remember my ass was a bit sore and leaking cum too.Mike gave me a sleeping pill and water and we shared his bed me still in my cum soaked clothes all nite.The next morning we talked about the nite before and he told me his fav joy was watching young twinks getting bred by strangers like that and he thanked me for letting him watch,and that I was going to be a good cumdump,first time I ever heard that word.Mike and I would become good friends and we replayed that nite several times,as well as eventually having a LOT of sex together.We lost touch when he moved in the 1980's and later learned he died of aids related pneumonia.Mike showed me a world I never would have known existed.Wish I could have been there for him later when he got sick,and would love to have been pozzed by him.Think he would have liked that.

Moderator's Note: Fiction about sex workers is allowed. Stories about prostitution in real life is a problem. There is a whole thread in Tips & Tricks that explains what is and what is not allowable regarding sex work. I will post a link below. So, there I was, sitting in the coffee shop, writing porn on my laptop, when this twenty-something couple came in. A skinhead dude and a little hipster girl. Ok, he wasn’t really a skinhead. He had a close-shaved head and ice blue eyes behind aluminum wire-frame glasses, and that slightly mean, Germanic look that a lot of the local skinheads do indeed have. He had tats on his arms, but they were the New Zealand aboriginal patterns that the kids call “tribal”—no swastikas or “SS” symbols or anything like that. That was fine by me; I don’t like bigots or racists, and truthfully I wouldn’t have anything to do with one in any capacity. Despite the autumn chill, all he wore was a short-sleeved brown Abercrombie logo T-shirt and a pair of orange basketball shorts with blue stripes down the sides. Skinny, young, fit, taller than most in the category but still … a real twink, you bet. Athlete? Runner, swimmer, maybe? Not a lot of obvious muscle on him, but his whole body looked, lean, taut. Girlfriend was cute too. (Yeah, I like girls too, and fuck them on occasion. Usually in the ass. I LOVE fucking ass.) She was a petite little blonde with a ponytail, black pleated skirt with ripped white stockings underneath, pink “Hello Kitty” T-shirt under her black sweater-jacket, crystal unicorn earrings, and chunky hipster glasses—like she was trying WAY too hard to be ironic, I thought. I assumed she was a nerdy little wallflower, smart but submissive, and “skinhead” boyfriend probably took control in the relationship. My assumption was, of course, hilariously wrong. So there I was, bald, bearded, tattooed, late-forties bisexual top guy, sitting in the local mom & pop coffee shop with my crappy old HP laptop, sipping overly-sugared vanilla coffee and writing internet porn stories about fucking and breeding the asses of submissive twinks. How ironic, I thought, that this “skinhead” should come in and give me inspiration. Indeed, he was bending over a table laden with newspapers, his shorts--though loose in general—pulling tight on his ass. It didn’t see any lines through the thin material. He could have been wearing a jock, or a thong, but my guess was he was going “commando” under there. His ass, from what I could see, looked delicious. A tiny, tight little ass, small enough that I might almost fit each cheek in one hand. Almost a girly ass. A “bubble butt” it was not. But that was OK with me. I LOVED tiny & tight. On his long, tall, lean body, it looked perfect. It had been too damn long since I’d had some ass. Over two long weeks, since, while on the road for work, I’d met up with a graduate student at an elite Ohio college through Craigslist. That one had been another little hipster with American Apparel clothes and a carefully tended goatee … Who’d yelped like a little girl and called me “daddy” as my stabbing cock fed two loads of hot fertile man cum into his incredibly tight pussy-ass. It had been a great time, but over two weeks was TOO long. I needed to breed some more ass NOW. I was probably getting too damn discrete and polite in my middle-age, especially since there were thousands of college kids out there with kinky cravings for older cock, I knew. Male or female, I ought to have been spearing somebody’s young sphincter right now, I thought … not just sitting there writing about past conquests. “Skinhead” went up to the counter with his little blonde girlfriend and they ordered some hot beverages from the barista. Meanwhile, I was plonking away on my laptop keyboard, writing as fictionalized version of a gangbang of a nineteen-year-old Latino dude that I’d been privileged to take part in in Iowa that past winter. I could still visualize and even smell the endless torrents of cum running from his well-used ass after thirty or so of us older tops had bred him well in my friend’s basement … I guess was so hung up on getting some detail or other of that fondly-remembered breeding right, staring at the screen of my laptop, that I failed to notice my “skinhead” twink peeking over my shoulder. What word on my screen had attracted his attention? Gangbang? Breed? Fuckload, maybe? Doesn’t really matter … he HAD noticed. “Shit,” I heard him say, kinda startling me. His voice was more husky than I would have expected for a skinny twenty-something kid. I looked over my shoulder and saw him staring open-mouthed at my laptop screen. He had full lips, despite the angularity of his noise and cheekbones; kissable lips, some might say, though I usually wasn’t a very romantic guy. “Oh Christ,” he whispered, “are you ‘Big Daddy Dawg’?” Now, I felt something sink a little deep inside me. I should have lied, but noooo … I wasn’t the infamous “BigDaddyDawg.” BigDaddyDawg was a prolific and very popular author of internet gay porn, a middle-aged bear who wrote tons of stories about his conquests of college-age twink asses. He and I certainly shared similar interests, but his stories were much more popular than mine. Also, he was “pure” gay, fucking only males, while I enjoyed violating the occasional tight female ass as well when it came my way. So why was this cute, shaven-headed hipster dude asking if I was a high-profile male-male online smut creator? I mean, I’d seen him arm-in-arm with the little blonde … But then, it wouldn’t be the first time. I knew that sexuality was a spectrum, much as the more “puritan” straight and gay authorities would hate to admit it. He could be a fellow bi guy, I thought. Or maybe the kid was just in the closet, but anyway … “Nah,” I said, wanting to kick myself for my honesty. “I’m not ‘BigDaddyDawg.’” “Oh,” he said. He cleared his throat and continued, “But your story looks hot, man.” “Thanks,” I said. Now, like I said, I must have been getting slow in my old age. I should have sensed a needy ass-pussy greedy for cock right away. I should have said something clever to let him know I wanted that tight little twink butt. I guess it was the girlfriend that confused me … Even as he stood there, she came over, holding their coffees, whispered something to him. He left and went to small table in the corner with her, where they sipped their drinks. I kept writing, occasionally looking up. The young couple was talking quietly, I saw them holding hands across the table while they drank their coffees … But I could swear “skinhead” boy kept looking my way, then turning back to his girlfriend, embarrassed. After a few minutes, blonde girlfriend got up and threw away her disposable coffee cup. She blew a little kiss to skinhead boy, then headed out the door. She left with a jingle of the little bell on the coffee shop door. I watched her make her way jauntily across the street towards the “Happy Druid,” the Wiccan/New Age shop on the other side. “Skinhead” was now sitting, alone, at the table he had formerly shared with girlfriend, nursing the dregs of his java. And stealing little glances at me like a shy little schoolgirl. Hmmmm. I wasn’t that old and rusty that I wasn’t picking up some signals there … Well … girlfriend was gone shopping, my own apartment was just down the block … The time had come for bold and decisive action. I closed my laptop, got up and walked over to “skinhead.” He looked up at me with a nervous smile. How cute. “You want to go somewhere and fuck?” I asked him. “Umm … I … umm … wha .. what did you …” he stammered. “I want to fuck your ass,” I said softly. He smiled again. “Ok, well … Ummm … You have cash?” Now it was my turn to get a little nervous. “Excuse me?” I asked. “Cash,” he said again. “Umm … for gas money. It’ll be a deal, umm, right? Cheap.” Was this kid some kind of hustler? He didn’t look or act the part. And he’d been out selling his ass with his girlfriend hanging around? It didn’t make sense. Shit. Despite my tats and bald, sometimes frightening appearance, I’m a pretty straight-laced guy with a respectable corporate job. Aside from the occasional speeding ticket, I’ve never broken the law. And I NEVER pay for sex. I sure wanted this kid’s little pussy-ass, but “cheap” or not, I don’t participate in prostitution activities, and I prefer to have my young sluts begging for my dick … Not begging me for pay. “No deal,” I said. “I’ll pay you in cum. That’s it.” He bit his lip, thinking. “Ohhh … Okay. Well, I … we can try that. I just need to talk to Bethany, okay? She’s my girlfriend.” He pointed out the window towards the shop across the street. Something was still up here, I sensed it … But I also sensed that he really did want to get fucked. So, after leaving a small tip on my table, I tucked my laptop under my arm and followed his pert little ass across the street to the “Happy Druid.” “Umm … wait here a sec,” he told me, entering the shop. # So, I was standing outside the shop, pretending to look at statues of satyrs and faeries and pentagram-shaped incense burners , while “skinhead” went inside to have a word with his little blonde girlfriend. She was browsing near the back of the store. I saw him approach her, talk to her, she nodded back and I imagined the conversation was going something like: “Oh, hey, Bethany, I wanted to check out that record store down the block, pick me up some new vinyl. You can stay here. I’ll be back in fifteen, cool?” Certainly he was NOT going to tell her: “Hey, babe, I’m going off with this dude and going to get me a nice big daddy-cock shoved up my guts until I scream. ‘Kay?” But then, I was actually pretty stunned to see him nod towards me—then actually POINT to where I was standing. Girlfriend Bethany turned towards me too, taking a good long look. Now I was getting curious. Did she want to get in on the scene, too? I imagined two tight little young asses lined up side by side on my bed, and the idea was very appealing … But there was something odd in her eyes behind those chunky glasses. Kind of mischievous, and kind of arrogant … Suddenly, she grabbed “skinhead’s” neck and kissed him full on the lips. They were going at it for a few seconds, and I figured from their mouth movements that they must be doing some serious tongue fucking. I could see the old hippy woman who ran the shop giving them a curious smile from behind the counter. Then, suddenly, blondie broke off the kiss, grabbed boyfriend’s hand, and lead him out towards the door. When they got outside, he just stood there looking slightly lost. She took off her glasses and quickly swapped them out for a pair of dark sunglasses from inside her jacket. Then, she stared at me, tilting her head this way and that, as if sizing me up. Now, I wasn’t sure what their game was. I might want to play, I thought, but I’m not going to stand around forever … “So what’s the plan, here?” I asked the couple. Bethany smiled wide, laughing a bit to herself as if she was about to deliver the punchline to the funniest joke ever. Meanwhile, skinhead boyfriend shuffled his feet again, nervous and excited. “Twenty dollars,” she said. “Excuse me?” I asked. “Twenty dollars,” she repeated. She was trying really hard to act the part of some kind of cold-ass bitch--and almost pulling it off, too. Bending forward, I whispered: “What for?” She nodded towards “skinhead.” “For his PUSSY, of course,” she says bluntly. “You want it, don’t you, stud?” Now, as I said, I’ve never paid for sex. I wasn’t really up to date on the current market values, but I didn’t think that a prime, tight, early-twenties twink ass would go that cheap. Just like I didn’t really think little “Bethany” was a hardened pimp-ette, though she was obviously enjoying playing the role. This was obviously a fantasy scene that they wanted to play out “for reals.” Probably a fantasy they both shared to some extent, given her investment in playing the bitch pimp part, and his own nervous horniness. A young couple sharing their wildest dreams together … It was almost touching. I felt a tingle and a jerk in my dick as it started crawling to life and I knew I had to take advantage of this. OK. For once, I’d agree to “pay” for sex, knowing this was the scene they wanted. “All right,” I told her. “Twenty in cash, and not a fucking penny more. Your whore’s pussy better be worth it.” “Gawd,” I heard “skinhead” boy moan. Something I’d said had really excited him and primed his little ass-pussy for me, I was sure. Was it that I was buying it, or just that he now knew for sure that I was going to fuck it? I pulled out my wallet removed a crisp twenty dollar bill, fresh from the ATM only an hour before, and carefully handed it to girlfriend. She took it, rolled it up, and placed it carefully inside her jacket. “You have a place?” girlfriend asked. I nodded. “C’mon.” My apartment was on the fourth floor of a 1910’s brownstone just down the street. I led the way and my kinky, quirky couple followed closely behind me. We reached the lobby and headed up the steps. My skinhead was jogging ahead, took a few of the steps two at a time, he was that excited. Meanwhile, girlfriend—“Bethany”—followed with even steps a few feet behind me. I glanced back and she still had her sunglasses on, her mouth set in a slight smile. She DID look like a little saleswoman—about to visit a client to pitch Avon, timeshares, Lord knows what … Maybe not a pimp, but she had that business look. My apartment is nothing to write about, a clean, functional bachelor pad, mostly. I didn’t give them time to look around, just stopped for a moment to place my laptop on my desk—and then led them directly to my bedroom. My bedroom was simply, sparsely furnished--you might even say spartan. The nightstand, dresser and wardrobe were all of black-painted wood, and I had a single leather-upholstered chair in the corner. My bed, with black cotton sheets, sat in the middle of the polished hardwood floor. I jokingly called it my “ghetto bed.” The mattress was actually of good quality, nice and firm, but under the box springs, all I had was a simple, steel bedframe. No headboard, no decoration. It was low to the floor, which I preferred-- For whatever reason, I liked sleeping low to the ground. But, even better, the bed was just the perfect height for bending a tight-assed little slut over with his feet on the floor, so that I could fuck his tight little hole while standing up myself—my favorite position. I waved them into the bedroom and then closed the door behind us. I was eager, sure … But girlfriend wasn’t wasting ANY time … “Take off your clothes, you fucking CUNT!” she ordered skinhead boy. “Show him the pussy he paid for!” “Cold-ass bitch” was right … It was amusing to heat the cutting meanness in her very feminine voice. He stripped quickly. His T-shirt, shorts and socks, shoes were soon in a little pile on the floor. No underwear—I’d been right about the commando thing. I got a chance to study his nude body. He was lean, pale, and pretty for a man. Almost hairless, save for some brown hairs on his lower legs, and a sparse brown bush from amidst which his six inch cock stood erect, dripping a glob of precum. His smooth, hairless chest was highlighted by nipples which, while small and manly in shape, were pale pink, like a girl’s. Overall, a pretty, porcelain-skinned pussyboy. Only the dark tribal tattoos on his arms, and the little spiral one around his navel, contrasted with the rest … And the contrast was pretty damn hot. “Where do you want him?” asked girlfriend. “You want him to suck you first?” Now, I enjoy a good blowjob as much as the next guy. Hell, I enjoy a good facefuck even more … And I was willing to bet he’d be up for that. But it had been too damn long. I didn’t want to fool around with appetizers; I wanted my main course. I wanted to see his little ass, and then I wanted to fuck it. “No,” I told her. “I want to fuck now. I need him to stand here and bend over the bed. You can sit there.” I waved her towards the leather chair in the corner, on the other side of the bed. She nodded, and took a seat there. Skinhead boy eagerly assumed the position, ass raised high and head down. I grabbed one of the pillows from the bed and tossed it to him. “You may need to bite on this,” I said. He took the pillow and placed it under his head, turning his head sideways so that he could rest it there. Then, I examined the ass which was presented for my inspection. The shape of it was the same as I’d glimpsed through his shorts, tight, compact, girlish … He even had little white hairs on it like a girl has on her ass. I slowly spread the cheeks and the pussy-hole that greeted me looked tender and delightful. The pucker was pink, not brown, tiny, inviting. I don’t rim, but even to meet, it looked good enough to eat. But I wasn’t going to eat it—I was going to fuck it. I quickly shed my own clothes. Opening my nightstand, I pulled out a tube of Astroglide, squeezed some along the length of my achingly erect eight inch cock, and then rubbed it around the shaft and to lube it. I used an extra dollop on the fat head of my tool. “You going to use a condom?” girlfriend asked. “No,” I told her bluntly. For a second, I was worried that this might be a problem— But she just nodded, as if she completely understood. “You gonna pull out, then?” she asked. “I mean, before you shoot your cum?” “No, “ I said again. “Oh my … god,” I heard skinhead boy gasp, his voice slightly muffled by his position and the pillow. And girlfriend just smiled at both me and her boyfriend, giving us this kind of sinister grin. Only then did I realize I had given them the absolute RIGHT answer as far as they were concerned. This little male slut definitely wanted to be BRED bareback, and his little lady supported the decision! Well, how could I disappoint them, then? I squeezed some Astroglide onto my index finger, and slowly rubbed it around his pink hole. He started rotating his hips and thrusting back at me, obviously delighted at my touch. I out another glob of the lube on my finger, and slowly inserted it into him. God, he was tight. My finger glided into the warm passage easily enough, but it was snug. Still, slut assholes can expand easily … I little more lube, and I was ready. I was more than ready, my big cock was dripping pre-cum and hard as an iron pipe—I was feeling the need to breed. Slowly, I held one of pert little ass-cheeks in one hand, while with the other I guided my throbbing dick to his puckered pink hole. I leaned forward with a soft grunt, applied steady pressure, and that young ass flowered open for me … Immediately, I could feel the ring of his asshole spasming around my thick intruder, nibbling almost like a toothless mouth at the mushroom head of my dick. Skinhead boy shook and whimpered, burying his face in the pillow. He was obviously having a bit of pain. Now, I like to take control and ride and possess young asses, but I’m not into causing pain. I was actually a little surprised—I hadn’t expected him to be THIS tight, so … inexperienced? “Has he been fucked before?” I asked the girlfriend. She had been leaning forward in the chair, as if to better observe of the process of my violating her boyfriend’s ass. “Yeah,” she said. “Well,” she clarified, “with toys. I have an eight-inch vibrator.” Toys? Jesus. Fucking girly sex toys. That’s it? So he was, basically, a virgin at being a pussy for real man-cock? “Vibrator ain’t as thick as me,” I said. “Oh,” she said, as if not knowing what to say. “He’s gonna hurt for a little,” I told her. “But he’ll get used to it. It’s his first time with a real cock, so I’ll be gentle … for now.” My cock isn’t the longest I’ve ever seen. Though eight inches is quite nice … But it’s thick. And thickest at the head--the red, throbbing, angry bulb that was now trying to gain entry to his very tight pleasure-hole. I held my cock there for a minute, applying even pressure before I started to push in … very slowly. Blonde girlfriend leaned forward during the process and, surprising me, showed a little tenderness towards her slut boyfriend. She stroked his shaved head and “shushed” him like a little kid. “It’s all right,” she purred. “Be a good little bitch and relax for the nice man so that he can fuck your cunt.” He grimaced a little after my mushroom head finally popped through his tight ass-pussy ring. His sphincter was still spasming, but the contractions were slowing and less intense as his body relaxed to accept the entry of my manhood. But the feeling for me was still incredible. How could I describe it? A fist of silk? Very slowly squeezing my cockhead … Pulsing … I never quite remembered just HOW good a tight young ass could feel until I got my cock into one after going without for a while. Damn, was he soft and tight and HOT. When he got used to it, I slowly proceeded in my journey up his tight little chute until I was buried, balls deep. My heavy scrotum hung in the crack of that tight little butt, and I was in heaven. My big daddy cock was sheathed in one of the tightest holes I’d had the pleasure of experiencing in a long damn time. Hell, it felt TOO good. I had to pause there so I wouldn't cum yet. I could feel his heartbeat pulsing on my dick, and I knew I would not last long if I started pumping his hole right away. It had indeed been too damn long and I had a huge load built up. I could already feel the heaviness in my balls and the liquid pressure of the boiling cum in them looking to escape. But I wanted time to enjoy this before I seeded this boy-pussy with my gushing sperm. I used an old trick I had learned many years ago. I squeezed the muscles that controlled the valves in my cock … Like I was trying to stop a piss mid-stream—using the same muscles as that, anyway. I did this several times, until the feeling of urgency faded and my splooge wasn’t threatening to overflow. Of course, clenching those muscles ALSO had the effect of making my cock twitch and jerk in the tight sheathe of skinhead’s ass. He moaned, and I thought I felt his passage clench down on me in response. Hot damn. I grabbed his nearly-hairless asscheeks, then slapped the right one hard, leaving a mark. He jumped and slid off my cock an inch or two … I grabbed his hips and fed it back in. And I started to fuck him. A shallow fuck at first … I was grinding my cock deep. Just grinding my hips up and down, making him feel ever single inch of my big daddy cock and letting him know that he truly was my bitch. He started moaning: “Umm … umm …ummm.” Now, I realized I hadn’t heard anything from the girlfriend, Bethany, for a minute or two. At the same time, I smelled kind of a musky, sweet tang in the room that seemed familiar. It had been a month or two since my last female ass-taking, but she’d juiced like hell from her pussy during the whole fuck … The smell was almost the same … I looked up and saw that blonde girlfriend, Bethany, had her precious little pleated skirt pulled up, her pink thong pulled aside, and was frantically fingering her cunt. Her pussy was glistening with creamy juice, and her big pink clit was sticking out from between her chubby cunt lips, almost like a tiny little dick. A few drops of her natural lube were glistening in the curls of her neatly-trimmed blonde pubes. It was pretty damn hot. Oh, I wasn’t about to give up skinhead’s tight clenching virgin ass for that wet female cunt just now … But it was a stimulating sight. Maybe she DID want some of what boyfriend was getting? There was room on my bed to bend over another young whore, tight asses side by side, I’d done it before … I leered at her and nodded, offering my stud services. Looking up from her pussy-play, she just chuckled and gave me a smirk that said, “Silly man, that’s not how this works.” Then, her eyes went back to boyfriend’s ass where my cock was pounding it. Ah well, I’d thought I’d make the offer, anyway … But wait … An idea occurred to me, an obvious suggestion, but hot … my little skinhead was biting a pillow as I fucked him. If girlfriend wanted to play co-dom along with me, shouldn’t he be doing something MORE for her? Putting his mouth to BETTER use? “Why don’t you scoot that chair up to the edge of the bed,” I told her. “Put your ass on the bed and his face in your lap. I can’t use both ends of him at once, so you might as well, right?” Her face lit up like a kid on Christmas at the suggestion. In seconds, she yanked off her shoes, skirt and thong, dragged the chair closer to the bed with a screech across my poor hardwood floor, and had his face in her womanhood. “Eat my pussy, bitch!” she demanded, grabbing his shaved head with both hands and thrusting her hips up onto his mouth, bucking rough against him. I had to admire her style. “Mmmph,” came from skinhead boy’s mouth, followed by very loud, wet, and somewhat desperate slurping noises. Poor kid, she was fucking overflowing with girl sauce, I only hoped he could breathe OK … Once girlfriend was in position to use his mouth, I decided to start my own fucking in earnest. No more Mr. Nice top. I slid almost all the way out of that tender pink hole of his—and then slammed it into him as hard as I could. He jerked forward into girlfriend’s pussy with a startled “Mmmmphhh!” Over and over I slammed into him, each time I moved faster and harder. He kept grunting with each thrust into his virgin ass—but I thought he was enjoying it. It may have been because he started bucking his hips back to meet my thrusts, as if his hole was hungry for more … I kept pounding away, harder and faster. He was taking it all now, his silken sheath swallowing my sword at every plunge. I felt my big balls bounce in the crack of his ass as I bottomed out on every stroke, my ball-sack actually brushing against his. Then, on the outstroke, his pink ring was pulled out a bit along with my cock … Before I thrust forward and pushed it all in again. Tight, soft, hot, intense … I had the reached the nirvana of ass-fuck heaven, pleasure radiating from my cock-shaft to every nerve in my body. I knew it wouldn’t last forever. There was an urgency in my loins, and I expected we would all need to cum soon. We were all panting and breathing harder now. I was starting to sweat a little despite myself. No one was talking; there were moans and gasps, but the only other sounds in the room were the slosh-slurp-slurp of skinhead orally servicing Bethany’s overflowing girl-pussy, and the fwap-fwap-fwap of my thighs on his tight little ass as I fucked his male cunt. Blondie Bethany, the “cold-ass bitch” wanna-be pimpette, lost it first. “Fuhhhh …” I heard her squeal. “Fuh … fuh ..FUUUUCK!” I looked up and saw her cute little face scrunched up behind her sunglasses, her glossy lips curling back over her white little teeth. She grabbed skinhead’s shaved head with both hands and dug her nails into his scalp-flesh, pulling his face tightly to her cunt. Then, she started to spasm and shake, arched her back … And her stockinged thighs clamped around his head as she came. “Mother … ummm … EAT ME … ooohhh! … MOTHER … FUCKER … SISSY … CUNT …” she chanted as she rode out her climax. I was too close, and I couldn’t resist in joining the chain reaction girlfriend had started. I leaned forward, dripping sweat onto my bitch-boy’s back. The head of my cock was burning for release, and I could feel my balls now, painfully tight and throbbing with pressure, my own asshole twitching as the sap started to rise deep inside me--my body readying itself for the most primal male act of SEEDING a cunt. Thrust … I felt the urgent tingling in my cock, the seed rising … THRUST … The valves inside my body were opening, prostate gland ready to deliver fluid to flush my fertile sperm deep into his ass. THRUST … I felt the flow of cum rising, the pressure boiling over— The point of no return had been crossed-- I made sure that my cock was buried as deep in his ass as I could possibly get it, and I held his hips in a vise-grip: prime breeding position. With a grunt, I held on tight … as my body began seeding his. I started pumping a heavy load deep inside--holding completely still--so nothing was moving except the sperm pumping out of my dick. Every straining bolt of seed that that left my body and shot into his made me shudder with pleasure. Spurt after powerful spurt of my hot daddy semen coated the walls of his insides, filling him with my lust and injecting my DNA deep inside his male slut pussy. “FUCK!” I bellowed, my self-control lost as the spasms of my orgasm took control of body, every muscle and nerve primed only to pump fertile seed into the young male pussy I was breeding. “TAKE IT, BITCH!” I shouted. “HAVE MY FUCKING BABIES, YOU PUSSY FUCKING CUNT!” My prick swelled and I held it inside deep, as waves of cum pulsed up my shaft. I growled. Pulling his head up from girlfriend’s lap, he yelled out now: “YESSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSS!!!” As if this was the fulfillment of his life’s dream … Hot semen gushed into his hole, up deep inside him, practically up into his belly. I started moving again, trying to fuck out the rest of the load and prolong my pleasure. My cock receded and then pushed back in deep, disgorging more molten spunk into his pussy-ass. My hips pistoned and his ass came back to meet me, desperate to get every drop of manseed up his boy-cunt. My orgasm seemed to last for an eternity—but all good things must end. As I came down from my climax, panting, I rested with my weight on top of him, still impaling him, my cock slowly oozing dribs and drabs of heavy semen into his guts. A minute later, I pushed myself up and slowly eased out, my fat cockhead popping out of his sphincter with an audible PLOP. With my cum dripping in a long streamer from his pink—and now presumably very tender—asshole, he got up on his knees, then grabbed his own little cock with his right hand and jerked it frantically. In only a few seconds, he was moaning “FUCK …” He started shaking, tensed up, and his cock shot a spurt of very thick, almost pudding-like cum onto the sheets. Several more heavy globs followed, his skinny form shaking as involuntary muscles pumped out the sperm from deep inside him. Thick and gluey, it made a little pool on the sheet. Hell, I couldn’t get pissed at him for that. The wash and fold service I used had to be well accustomed to seeing cum stains on my linens by now, I knew. Man, his load was THICK, though. That was true bottom cum, the result of a vigorous internal prostrate massage by my big tool. Momentarily exhausted, he slumped forward onto the bed, lying on his side. He was panting and red-faced--but grinning like a maniac. His face was covered with a thick and wet glaze of his girlfriend’s fluids, his chin practically dripping with her cunt juice. Girlfriend herself reclining back in the chair, already pulling her thong back on. “Was that cunt worth twenty bucks?” she asked me. I nodded and smiled broadly. “Best pussy for the money.” # I won’t bore you with the rest of the incidental details. Suffice it to say, once the little fuck-scene was finished, both of them—girlfriend included—seemed a little shy and wanted to get going. I gave them my business card, and told them I might be interested in buying some cheap ass-pussy again. Girlfriend took the card, but she explained that they lived on the other side of the state, and were just passing through and had been trying to sell his pussy for “gas money.” In other words, they hadn’t wanted to try acting out this scene in their hometown, where people might recognize them. Once they left, I felt a familiar twinge in my cock, and realized I could easily go again. With the first, desperate load now purged, I could now give some hot young ass-pussy a nice LONG and brutal fuck. I decided to get my car and head towards a nearby college town. Skinhead’s girlfriend had inspired me--maybe I’d seek out a female coed ass this time. Or an MF couple … But that’s a whole ‘nother story, as they say.

When we left the sauna Peter was a bit quiet as we trudged through the gloomy streets. I sensed he was reflecting on the day and what had happened to him. "Penny for your thoughts?" I asked. He blushed "I was just thinking about what happened in the sauna. " He said. "I shouldn't have let them do it to me." Too late now, I thought. "But you liked it, right? Their cocks up you? Their cum in you?" He nodded. "But what if I get...you know,,,like you?" I grinned. "Pregnant you mean? Maybe, but then you won't have to worry about it, will you?" He hadn't noticed we were taking a longer way home. We passed under an old, disused railway arch beneath which was the entrance to a dark old victorian gents toilet. "I gotta pee." I said. He stood back. "Okay. I'll wait." "Why not come in and wait. Wouldn't want to leave you on your own." He nodded and we went inside. I could hear breathing and shuffling inside and as we went round the wall which screened the urinals from the street we saw four men in the gloomy space which smelled of damp and piss. One was squatting in front of another sucking his cock as the other two watched and wanked. The squatting man's pants were down around his ankles and in that position his fat buttocks were spread and I noticed lube glinting on his slack arsehole. Peter gasped and his eyes widened. The man being sucked recognised me and grinned evilly whilst the others looked wary. "He's ok," Hissed the man being sucked, an older guy with thinning hair who I knew was poz from previous encounters. One of the other men pushed his trousers and pants down and his fat cock sprang up below his flabby belly, pre-cum drooling from the purple tip. Peter was flushed with excitement and trembling with a little fear at being in this space with these predators. I ruffled his hair and began to unfasten his jeans. "Wh..what are you doing?" He gasped, but didn't stop me as I lowered his trousers and underwear, and pulled up his t-shirt so they could see his plump belly and fat little bottom. The squatting man got up and we saw his cock was stiff as a poker and I noticed the scorpion tattoo on his thigh. Ignoring Peter's question, I dug the tube of lube from my pocket, put some on my finger and rubbed it into his hot little arsehole. Then I pushed him forward. "I'll keep watch." I said, glancing into the strret. The four men drew Peter between them. He disapeared momentarily between their bodies. Then I heard him gasp "Oh my!" They moved apart and I saw he had been bent over and scorpion man was fucking his arse as another fed his cock into his mouth. I grinned to myself. If he wasn't already pregnant, he would be soon judging by the grunts scorpion man was making as he emptied his dirty cum into Peter's rectum...

Part 3 There really is such a thing as a person who was born to be used for sex. Before I had my Faggot, I had always assumed that if I wanted to sell someone's body, I'd have to coerce them and control them through violence. To wipe away a person's entire identity and turn them into an object for gratifying men isn't easy - there's a lot of planning and a wide variety of illegal tasks that need to happen. Faggot, however, was always a bad boy at heart. He had been living with me for only a week, and sometimes I almost find myself having a soft spot for the kid when I see how much he truly enjoys being a whore. Of course, I didn't want to go too crazy on the kid. The past 3 days he spent resting heavily, coming back out of his comedown, eating, working out, and working out some more. I had to keep the boy healthy and functional. Since he didn't have a phone or anything and I couldn't really leave him unattended for long, he accompanied me on a few drug runs. I put in some applications for him to become a stripper (unfortunately they rarely hired twinks) and a few part-time jobs at any adult theater, sex shop, or bathhouse in the area. I had to milk him for every cent I could make from him, keep him busy, and find him a job that would help him scope out new clients, clients that are willing to pay for sex. I was going to make sure he had some routine. The first 3 days he was with me, though, I was going to make sure he started his new life with a bang. Before we did anything crazy, I had to cover my bases. In order to make it seem like he ran away, I had him go home the first day to collect his possessions when his parents were away at work and leave a handwritten note while I waited in my van two blocks down. I also had him withdraw everything from his savings account and pawn whatever he could from his possessions. The rest I burned in the trash. He had about enough to pay for some decent drug weight even after I pocketed some - it was all his to use, and it would definitely last him a while. Then I had him put on a hat and sunglasses in case we got spotted. Faggot was surprisingly eager, even getting excited to withdraw all his savings knowing what it was going towards. He just wanted to get all that stuff over with so we could go back to my place. As we drove in the van, we barely spoke. I made a point of talking to him only when necessary. The boy, however, was noisy as fuck. "I'm horny - what are you going to do to me - what if my parents catch us - I have to pee - when are we going to pick up the T..." 18 year-old twinks are like that. I either ignored him or offered one-word responses. He eventually quieted down, giving into the sexual tension. He couldn't keep his eyes off my bulging muscles, outlined by my extremely tight black wife-beater and skinny jeans. It's pretty much the only outfit I wear if I have to have clothes on. I parked the van halfway on the sidewalk because the street was too narrow to actually allow street parking. Faggot motioned to exit the car, and I pulled him back by his hair. I dragged his head next to my face so that my hot breath steamed up his cheek. "Listen, Faggot. I let you out on your own before because I couldn't be seen, but from now on, you do not exit the vehicle until I open the door for you. Don't worry. You won't forget, because the next time you ride in this van, you'll be in the back and I'll have you handcuffed with your leash tied to my head cushion. You won't be able to leave until I remove your restraints. If you make any attempt to escape, you won't get far, and when I catch you, you're gonna wish you were dead. You understand?" "Y-yes, sir," he said, trembling. "I won't try to run." I hopped out of the vehicle and went over to the passenger's side, and opened the door. I looked around, then beckoned him out. The second we walked through the door, I back-handed him with all my strength. He emitted a high-pitched yelp as the force of my slap knocked him to the ground. I stepped on him so that he couldn't get up, then menacingly, I growled, "The next time we take a ride, you shut the fuck up or I'll duct tape your mouth." I relished in the fear and surprise on his face. He was now afraid of me. I released my foot. Then in one sweeping motion, I pulled him to his feet by his tight little shirt, shoved him into the cave, undressed him save for his jockstrap, and chained him to the pipe before heading back out to unload the van of our haul, which included provisions as well as faves. Another obstacle I faced was actually finding clients to pay for him. With so many sluts out there fucking and getting fucked for free, it was hard to justify charging much for his body. Additionally, it was hard as hell advertising something you can't legally advertise. Thankfully I had enough power by word-of-mouth. My "business" afforded me a sizable network over the years. One of these connections was the owner of a Motel 6 outside of town, where I'd often stay for my deals. His name was Henry and was a rare latino manager who bought the motel from its previous ownership. I stayed there often mostly because it was one of the very few non-Indian-owned motels. While Indian managers are professional and mind their own business, they're often family-owned and would never engage in the debauchery of their room guests. Henry was different and is every bit a corrupt motherfucker as I am. Henry was older than me, actually, at 38, but with his shaven face, signature snapback, and rotation of T-shirts, jeans, and basketball shorts, he easily looked a decade younger. His arms, chest, sides, neck, and calves were covered in tattoos, and he wasn't as big as me, but standing at 5'11" and heavily toned, he definitely looked strong and somewhat intimidating. In exchange for some T and G, Henry always gave me a room on the house. He also had an under-the-table agreement with Officer Marino, an aggressive, 6'7", chiseled, no-nonsense cop with a buzzed head and muscles that even put mine to shame. The man looks like a human-sized hulk, and even his uniform, which is probably the largest size, can barely contain his humongous muscle. He had the most square jaw of anyone I'd ever seen and veins popping out of his neck. The man was never seen smiling. Marino loved his authority and wielded it like an asshole. He only had one problem: he had a serious sex addiction that he hides from his girlfriend and the rest of the force. Henry was happy to feed into that in order to ensure Marino kept any shady shit we did out of mind and out of sight. Prostitutes frequently stayed at the motel, and Henry could easily pick them out. He'd then notify Marino which rooms they were staying in, and he'd go in and threaten to arrest them unless they'd let him fuck them. He also paid Marino part of the proceeds from the women's room revenue and gave him a free room whenever he needed if he had a girl he wanted to fuck off-duty and needed a spot. Marino's girlfriend is a 21 year-old bombshell with daddy issues, always had her hair blown out, had huge fake tits that Marino paid for, and boasted an hourglass figure. She had obviously chosen the hyper-masculine 40 year-old Marino due to said daddy issues. According to Henry, Marino fucked her at least several times a day, but it wasn't enough to sustain his addiction, and he'd need to visit the motel an additional 3 or 4 times for a quick pump and dump. Marino worked the night shift (naturally), so he was off during the day. Perfect, since it was around 3PM, and Henry and Marino would happen to be my first clients for Faggot. Henry was excited as fuck when i told him about the boy and even offered to advertise my "escort agency" at his motel, especially if I was willing to do house calls at the motel. Of course, he had to try the product first. I'd let him try it on the house for helping me advertise. I had to bargain with Marino. A deeply closeted bisexual who picks up young twinks off grindr all the time to brutalize at the motel, Marino maintains that the boys are sluttier and free, and if he needs to get off and nothing is available, he'd settle for it. He reminded me that if I charged him, he'd come back and arrest me. I reminded him that we had plenty of dirt on him as well. More than enough for him to be discharged from the force. I promised him that this would be a better fuck than the average whore at the motel. He reluctantly agreed to pay me $25. Prompt as all hell, Marino showed up first at 3:25, 5 minutes before I told him to come. I had just finished shaving and douching Faggot, who now sat on the mattress in the cave waiting as I prepped his point. I open the door for Marino, who is also wearing a hat (backwards, of course) and sunglasses. His shirt was so tight around his chest, I couldn't even imagine how he got it on his body. Underneath, he wore baggy jeans and designer sneakers. I could smell Axe Cologne off of him as soon as I opened the door. We didn't greet each other, being two men with no kinship whatsoever. He unceremoniously popped his wallet open and handed me a 20 and a 5, and I led him to the cave. He stood at the door, just staring at Faggot. The blond boy, tan skin perfectly smooth and glistening from being coated in baby oil, looked up at him timidly with those bright blue eyes. Without acknowledging him, Marino started rubbing his crotch through his jeans. "Want some T?" I offered. "Can't. Drug test," he said tersely. "Ah...right. Viagra?" "Don't need it." All he did was undo his belt and unzip his jeans. No underwear underneath. A beautiful 8" tool with a giant head surfaced, and it was already hard as a rock. Marino is like me. He gets ridiculous boners from nothing, even if he came several times that day. He strode over to Faggot, slowly stroking his cock, looking down at him expectantly. He saw the leash that chained him to the pipe, and for the first time, I saw a smirk on his face. "Nice," he muttered under his breath. He ran a giant hand through Faggot's soft golden spikes. I pulled a ready point from the hot water cup. "You really gonna do that while I'm here?" Marino asked. He was being serious. "Actually," I said with an evil grin. "I was thinking you could help me. You're wearing a belt. Can we borrow it?" Marino hesitated, not knowing how to react. He looked at me, then looked at the boy, who was gazing wantonly at the point, scared that I wouldn't give it to him and also scared that I would. This was a new chapter for him. I wasn't going to make this the norm for him, but I decided that he should get a point for special occasions or as a treat. Today, he made me my first $25, which is almost nothing compared to each of the deliveries I made, but it was his christening. Marino surprised me by picking his belt up from the floor and tying it around Faggot's bicep. I walked over and sat on Faggot's side, found a good plump vein, and slid the needle in. He flinched just ever so slightly. I drew a flash of blood. "Does it hurt?" I asked. He shook his head. Then, I slowly plunged the contents of the syringe into his veins. Marino tried to mask his fascination, but he watched intently. As I pushed the plunger, he asked, "So what am I not allowed to do to him?" "Just don't seriously harm him," I offered. "If it goes too far, I'll stop you. But don't hold back." I pulled the point out, tossed it on the floor, swabbed him with alcohol, and raised Faggot's arm over his head. The boy's pupils became huge and went out of focus and out of sync. His eyes bulged as he coughed his whole chest away. I saw his jaw chatter even, and a whole shiver went through his body. It was a strange sight seeing such an archetypical tan, blond beauty cracked out of his whole mind. Before he could even fully recover, Marino had suddenly grabbed him by the throat and slapped him so hard across the face I was shocked a tooth didn't fly out given the man's sheer strength. "AHHOOW!" the boy managed to holler. He gasped, choking for breath, but before he could catch it, a man literally twice his size was over him, tossing him on his stomach and then pulling him up on all fours. I had coated Faggot's hole with vaseline and baby oil to prepare him. Almost fully clothed still, Marino covered Faggot's body almost completely with his, one arm grabbing him roughly by the face, the other hand groping him furiously, flicking his nipples, slapping and spanking him. From my view, I could only see his distressed and tweaked face and his legs splayed out in between Marino's jeans. Meanwhile, his dick was already pushing against his hole hard. I thought he was going to make Faggot gag on his dick, but he was so eager to fuck that he just skipped straight to it. Finally, the head popped in, and Faggot screamed so loudly and savagely you would've thought that Marino had been bludgeoning him with a hammer. Tears instantly brimmed in his eyes. Without skipping a beat, I unscrewed the poppers and put it to his nose, holding his nostrils for him. "Sniff as hard as you can," I commanded. "Daddy.... Daddy, it's too big," the boy feebly whimpered, snot and tears dripping from his face, but I ignored him and just kept making him whiff. Left, right, left, right, as deep as he can inhale. Marino had the courtesy to stay buried in him without moving, let his newly poppered-up hole start to relax and adjust to his dick. I then passed the poppers to Marino, who didn't decline this time. He felt like maybe it was a good time for it, and he took two decent whiffs before handing it off to me. As soon as he was done, he exploded into the most savage fucking I've ever seen. The giant hunk of brutal, merciless muscle pounded into the small boy as fast as a pogo stick, each impact so hard it made a thunderclap. "AH-AH-AH-AH-AH-AH-URGHHGURHGH!" Faggot howled, his screams of surprise and momentary pain muffled by Marino's beefy fingers jamming down his throat. To think that this man was a sex addict was truly frightening. It was hard to even wrap my head around how many unfortunate twinks and whores he's devastated. I don't know how his girlfriend ever looks presentable the way he probably fucks her. This also marked the first time I ever saw Marino smile. A cold, sadistic smirk was plastered on his face as he fucked Faggot. He looked over at me sitting against the wall just watching, and his smirk widened to a grin. I grinned back. That's right. I wasn't going to stop him, and he realized that the delicate boy he's manhandling and fucking senseless is completely helpless and at his mercy. He loved making Faggot feel powerless, his hold on the boy so firm that he could barely even move his arms and legs. The room echoed with the sounds of Faggot's gagged and gargled screams and the loud SMACK SMACK SMACK of Marino's balls as he hammered without restraint. The more Faggot cried out, the more brutal Marino tried to be. At one point, the man raised his leg and stamped his boot down on Faggot's head, grinding his face into the mattress while he took his belt and lashed his ass, all the while fucking him like a rabbit. "MMMMMMMMMMMMMFFF!" Faggot tried to scream. One teary blue eye was barely visible, looking desperately around for help. "YEAAAHHA!" Marino responded, laughing as he tried to whip the boy even harder. "TAKE IT YOU STUPID, USELESS FAGGOT!" I approached, crouching down by the boy so that i could whisper in his ear. "Now you know what it means to be my whore, boy. Not even the police are going to be here to help you. This man is a cop and is gonna make sure no one stops me from selling you. This is just the beginning." Marino suddenly pulled out, causing Faggot to cry out in surprise as his giant dickhead popped out of his tight hole. He stepped off of his face, grabbed him by his leash, and yanked him roughly back, choking the boy. "This isn't enough for this faggot," Marino said, again in all seriousness. "You're right," I agreed. I whipped out my own cock, which was already hard from watching Marino use him. I looked down at the boy, who looked back up at me in tears of disbelief. He was so spun he was sweating profusely from the unbelievably overwhelming sex, and his eyes looked glassy from shock and dizziness. It was clear the point and the poppers made him lose control of his senses, and his body didn't even know how to react to the sudden onslought on his cunt. His hair was in disarray, being pulled in different directions by Marino and dripping beads of sweat onto his face. I harshly spit on him, smacking him across the nose and cheek. Faggot whimpered. Marino roughly shoved his sausage fingers into Faggot's mouth and pried it wide open. I then shoved my dick in, causing him to gag. I pulled out, drool and splutter flying everywhere. Then I thrust back in while Marino pushed his head onto my dick. Faggot gagged to the point of almost throwing up, but he had nothing to hurl. Hand still firmly clutching him by the hair, Marino got on his knees behind Faggot and slid right into his open pussy. A feeble gargled scream erupted from Faggot, drool bubbling and foaming at the corners of his mouth around my cock. He looked so sexy, his bright blue eyes all begging and tweaked out with a cock in his mouth and a giant man fucking him so hard from behind his little feet bounced on the mattress. The mattress springs screeched from the fucking. While it felt like an eternity for the boy, it had only been 25 total minutes of fucking before Marino pulled out and shoved into him with purpose, his body trembling. "Ahhh," he sighed with relief, relishing the heavenly feeling of his orgasm as it squirted inside Faggot, eliciting one final whimper. Then the room fell to a peaceful silent. When he pulled out, a splash of thick white cum oozed out, dripping down Faggot's taint and balls. The man was fertile as fuck to have cum that much when I know he's already came several times that day. Without a word, Marino zipped his fly, put his belt back on, and left, leaving the boy hardly recognizable from when he first came through the door. I looked down at Faggot, who was limp, and was surprised to see a satisfied smile form around on the boy's face, which went from anguished and tortured to grateful in seconds. "That was... Fuckk... Ermem... More. I like him," he slurred in his boyish squeak, still fucked up and his mouth barely functional from all the gagging and cock-sucking. I grabbed one ankle and spread his legs wide open. I spit on his used cunt and slid my iron-hard cock right in to the hilt, as deep as I can until I was sure it was fully buried. "Agghh!" he cried from surprise, and I grinned to myself as I saw the wasted little angel gasp with pleasure and a hint of pain. I decided I was going to fuck him until Henry showed up so that he wouldn't get a break. I loved hearing him moan and scream from getting fucked, and I snickered to myself that it was going to become white noise to me soon with how much I'm gonna get this Faggot fucked. Determined to not let Marino outdo me fucking my own boy, I flipped him onto his back and tore his legs almost into a split apart. Then I plunged in as hard as I could, causing him to gasp and yelp. "Daddy's going to really ruin you today, you filthy whore," I said, spitting on him as I tugged hard on his leash, choking him. I punch fucked him, pulling all the way out and slamming back in. While I did that, I twisted his nipple with one hand while I slapped him repeatedly with the other. "YOU LIKE THAT, FAGGOT?" "Y-" SMACK! "I ASKED YOU IF YOU LIKE MY DICK RIPPING YOUR SLOPPY LITTLE CUNT, YOU WHORE!" I roared, smacking him with a backhand this time. "YES, S-" SMACK! Everytime he opened his mouth, I smacked him. Seeing his boyish face tattered and red from my palm while his legs and feet flailed wildly around me as I pounded him turned me on even more. I was so aroused my dick went into overdrive and I knew right away I was close. "ARRR, FUCK BOY! I'M GONNA NUT IN YOU!" I bellowed. I grabbed his shoulders to shove him even further into me as I felt it come up, warm and sensitive, and then erupt for 10 seconds straight, ropes and ropes of cum inside his breeding hole. Part 4 coming soon

Part 12 “Is this how you normally spend your Friday night back home,” asked Cody. “Hell No; the assholes back in Ohio play so many games, and you have to spend a lot of time luring them.” “It’s nothing like this, that’s for sure!” “How often does this place throw parties?” Cody got a pensive look on his face like he was trying to calculate something, “I’ve been a member for a couple of years, it seems like there is something going on every week, especially on the weekends.” “Some of the events are special invitation only or require an extra fee so I am not here all the time, but there is a club website where members can see highlights of the action or previews of themed upcoming parties, so it’s worth the membership cost even if you can’t come all the time.” “Some members don’t even live in the area, and just pop in when they are town.” Rob’s eyes lit up with that information. He’d have to ask Nick about membership options later. The guys at the party were certainly getting friendlier. He thought, “Must be the fucks they have seen me throw down, I seem to be developing a fan base of admirers.” Rob certainly wasn’t used to all this mutual admiration going on, but then again he wasn’t in full control of his thoughts and actions at this point, so a guy grabbing his pecs or patting his ass seemed totally non-threatening. In some ways it was like the experience in the backroom of Rawhide the night he arrived in New Orleans. There was lots of touching, feeling and poppers being passed around in the areas where bottoms were stationed and being used. The whole atmosphere with the music, the video screens and lots of men in revealing fetish gear just made you want go with the flow. Rob was unaware that the special additions to each drink he ordered were helping increase his sex drive and lower his inhibitions. So when he and Cody were chilling and watching the Asian bottom Rolf had fucked earlier take more cock, he didn’t mind when Cody reached over and started stroking his cock. In fact he leaned down and started kissing Cody. “So do you think you are ready for our rematch,” asked Cody. “You bet; Let’s go!” Back at the fuck racing station the two bottoms were still taking loads. The activity had obviously started to wear them out. They were more slumped over the sawhorse now and both their asses were clearly stretched and ruined. It was hard to count the number of ticks on each ass but it looked like they were fairly even, although the rosebud extending from the blonde’s ass was a little bigger. “You had Brownie last time so we need to switch bottoms; you get Blondie this time Rob.” When they stepped up to the bottoms, Rob fingered the blonde’s ass. It was so loose, it did however feel like there was a significant amount of cum in the distended hole so that would help. ”Ready….. Set….Fuck!” Rob and Cody both plunged into their respective bottom’s ass. Rob tried not to concentrate too much so not to put any pressure on himself; this was after all at least his 5th load tonight and that wasn’t counting all the pre-cum he had been leaking and leaving all night. Blondie’s hole was so loose. He tried to angle his thrusts so his cock would brush the sides of the well-used fuck tunnel, but the hole was so sloppy there wasn’t much resistance. When he closed his eyes he could hear the sound of cum sloshing with each stroke. He had to keep slapping the ass in front of him just to try to get it to tighten up. The thought crossed his mind that he could probably insert his hand into the blonde’s ass and jerk off, but that would kind of be cheating. Images of all the bottoms he had fucked the last two days filled his head as he pumped away, finally he felt his balls churn and he shot his load. This time he was way ahead of Cody who was still furiously pounding the brunette’s ass trying to get off. “Looks like you lost again Cody.” Cody smiled and conceded defeat. “Guess you are going to have to give me some pointers on how to fuck,” he said. “Anytime man, anytime.” “Rob, maybe we can find us a bottom or two Saturday night, get them tweaked and tag their asses together.” “There is a big selection of bottoms on a Saturday night in the Quarter; it’s pretty easy pickings.” Rob looked at Cody and said, “That would be great, you could be my wingman; kind of like a fuck apprentice.” Cody tried his hardest not to roll his eyes before retorting “Yeah right, let me get something to give you my number.” As Cody left he felt a hand on his shoulder that made him jump. “Damn Nick you really have to stop this sneaking up on me!” Nick just grinned as he said, “I was just checking to see if you were ready to go, it’s about 3 a.m. and things are starting to wind down here.” Rob replied, “Yeah I think I am ready, I hate to leave, but the bottoms are getting pretty loose at this point.” “Rest assured though, after a couple hours rest I’ll be ready to play some more.” Cody came back and handed Rob a card with his phone number. “I just realized the time, it actually is Saturday,” he laughed. “Text me later and we’ll get together tonight and go cruising for ass” “It was fun meeting you Rob, I look forward to playing some more with you.” With that he gave Nick a knowing wink and left. “Come on Rob; let’s get you back to your hotel.” When they got to Nick’s car they retrieved their clothes from the trunk and quickly slid them over their gear. As they were driving back to town Rob asked, “When is the next party; is there one this week while I am still in town?” “I’d be willing to buy a membership if necessary.” Nick explained that the space was rented for a private birthday party Saturday night, but there was another gathering on Sunday night. “I can probably get you in Sunday; I think there is still space available.” “It will be similar to tonight with some special featured entertainment,” Nick chuckled. He then continued, “I was thinking and have a proposition for you.” “You seemed to hit it off with everyone and I had a couple of people comment about how hot you looked.” “Would you be willing to come to the shop and do a photoshoot of sorts in some gear, I really think your images would help me promote business.” “We can work out some discounts on more gear and possibly a club membership in return for you volunteering.” Rob’s ego was eating up the thought of being immortalized in a print ad campaign. “Sure, that would be great; what time would be good?” “Well, I want to get a photographer rather than taking the photos on my cell phone since I want them to look professional to drive business, but think I can have him there for the session at 4 on Sunday afternoon; would that work for you?” “That sounds like a good plan to me,” replied Rob. As they pulled up to his hotel, Rob smiled thinking how great this vacation was turning out. He thanked Nick and got out of the car. “See you Sunday, Nick.”

Can't believe I missed this story... this is much MUCH More your normal style, and FUCK is it nice Nothing like pozzing a hole for a little revenger, fucking up thier bodies with your toxic DNA! I keep wanting to ask if you would ever take 'requests' I have some pretty nasty story ideas id love to see you do!!!