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I don’t know where the bear disappeared to. Again, I simply pulled on my jeans, gathered my clothes and bolted up the stair well. My legs carried me two steps at a time seemingly with a mind of there own. Before I knew it I was back at the gym and black guys apartment door with my unfastened commando jeans ready to drop. As I was reaching to knock, I stopped my hand. This was insanity. Before I could even retrieve my hand, the door opened. A handsome red headed cub in shorts and open shirt was heading out. “Oh, I heard of you. Did you forget something?” his sweat tenor voice was surprised. “Yeah, your load in my ass.” I rushed him, grabbed his head and planted a solid kiss on his lips. He took me right there in the hallway. It was fast and furious. His raw six inches rutted me for less than three minutes before he too was flooding my ass. Remembering the ambrosia of cum and ass juice from earlier I was hoovering his cock with my mouth in a split second of it slipping from my hairy wet hole. ‘Oh my God, how had I lived without this for so many years of Safe Sex.’ I had not finished that thought when the bathroom door opened and a six-foot six skin and bones albino with only a towel over his shoulder emerged. His cock hung 9 inches flaccid. He asked the flaming red head, “Are you done?” “Yup” Then taking my hand and helping me up. “You come with me.” He led me into what I assumed was his bedroom. Directed me to a leather sling hanging in the corner and helped me climb in. As his hand worked his member to get it hard, he spoke to me in a very tender tone. “There are a few things you need to know before you agree to proceed. I have full blown AIDS. I want to bareback you, but, I can suit up if you want me to. If I enter you raw, you’re likely going to get my very toxic load.” I needed to ask a question, “So can you tell me, have you bred your roommates?” “The guy that brought you hear from the gym is new, he’s taken a dozen of my loads over the last week. The black man is my lover of three years. We’ve never used condoms in all that time, played with hundreds of others, and we don’t know which of us was infected first. We’ve never fucked the red head. But his lovely cock has unloaded into both of us in this very sling. Yes, more than once, many more times than once as a matter of fact. ” “So, your lover already stealthed his tainted load into my gut?” “That would be correct.” “And the gym guy could already be toxic? And he’s pumped two loads into me.” “Correct. Do you have any other questions?” “Just one. Why isn’t your raw poison cock already in my ass?” “Because I need you to know what you are getting into.” “We’ve already established it’s too late for that.” I said with resignation. “Then will I grab a condom? Unlike my partner I’m full-blown AIDS.” “No fuckin way, don’t you dare cover that beauty up.” What the fuck was wrong with me? “Are you sure?” “No, but I’m not turning back now! Bareback my ass. Do it now!” I boldly proclaimed As the head of his raw cock penetrated me it felt like an icicle with freezing cold shooting to every extremity of my body. I felt terrified and frozen with fear. He bent down and planted the most tender kiss on my lips. He started to lift away, and I grabbed his head and returned a viciously passionate lip lock. The longer we leaned into it the hotter it got. The heat started to spread. It moved down through my body and out the end of my fingers and toes. My ass suddenly felt like it was pierced by a flaming hot poker, it was like it was searing my soul, but in an amazingly beautiful way. Only then did I realize he was balls deep into me. After another tender kiss he asked, “Are you ok with this?” “Ok? Ok? Absofuckinlutley! I’ve never had such an awesome fuck! Give me everything you’ve got!” And he did. For the next twenty minutes he kept me and my happy ass in bareback fuck heaven. Every now and then I would reach down with my fingers to assure myself it was his raw toxic cock plunging in and out of my vulnerable hole. Eventually his breathing changed, and his chest and shoulders blushed bright red. “If you want, I’ll pull out. It’s not too late.” He offered. “Fuck me! Breed me! It was too late long ago.” And he plunged in deep, his eyes rolled into the back of there sockets as he threw his head back and arched his body to blast even deeper into my gut. “Fuucckkiinn knock me up bro. Yeeaahhh! Finish what your partner stealthed into my slutty ass! Fuck yeah, give me every tainted, toxic drop of your poison. I can feel every hot radioactive wave filling me. Fuckin A bro, fuckin A!” It was only after I regained my breath that I noticed his roommates crowded at the open door and heard them cheering. Over a few beers they offered to take care of me when I got sick, but I declined. I assured them I was a big boy and they had been wonderful anonymous fuck encounters. They didn’t owe me anything. If anything, it was the other way around. The black boyfriend apologized for stealthing his toxic load into me. I confessed I would have been disappointed if he hadn’t. I’d been so turned on when I saw that condom at the base of his cock. I even confessed about my encounter with the bear and building super in the elevator. They confessed they had wondered what had changed my mind and brought me fleeing back. Over the next few months, I didn’t get sick! But I did change my life. I quit my job, I sold my home, and I bought the biggest fanciest motorhome I could afford. I became the traveling vagabond that I’d been daydreaming about for many years. I’ve visited and fucked at every gay campground in North America. I never pass a truck stop and I rarely left without a load or five in my ass or down my throat. I never had a condom in my ass or on my cock ever again. It was four years before I seroconverted. It took a week to recover from the fuck flu and then I was back on the road. I followed don’t ask, don’t tell. Most guys I fucked after conversion never asked so I rarely needed to tell. Most of those wanted my High Viral Load anyway! I just kept moving so have no idea how many guys I knocked up. I was delighted when I came across the ‘Have the sex you want’ campaign and was one of the earliest advocates of U=U even before I started taking meds. Now I use Doxy, and it’s cut my visits to STD clinics way back. I’m eternally thankful for the oops with the gym guy back in 1992. I’m especially indebted to the black and very, very white couple. They freed me from my self-imposed tyranny of the Safe Sex Bible and set me off on a journey of the most satisfying risky sex returneing me to my promiscuous calling. "Trust your path guys! Even the mistakes!"

My jeans were below my knees, and I was bent over holding onto the elevator handrail in a flash. Just as quickly the bear moved in behind me. He was a good boy scout and came prepared because he was holding a magnum condom package in front of my face. “Do we need this?” his deep base voice purred in my ear. “Yes.” I could redeem myself. I could hear him tear open the package and I looked around to watch him roll it onto the baseball bat that hung between his legs. Even with the recent workouts it took quite a bit of effort to get his sheathed head into my hole. A gentleman he gave me time to breath and adjust to his considerable girth. When I began to push back, he slid into me balls deep quite easily. “Well prelubed, eh? What do you use?” he inquired. “Um … Ummm” I hesitated to tell the truth. “Cum?" “Fuck, wow! Yours or someone else’s?” “Others” again I hesitantly confessed. “Plural. How many guys?” “Three.” My sheepish response. “So, you’re carrying three fresh loads? Friends or strangers?” “Actually, three guys, five loads … … all strangers.” “Wow, no wonder I slipped in so easily.” He lazily fucked me until the elevator reached the basement. He pressed the stop button. “So can I bareback you?” he asked. “You could, but I’d rather you didn’t. “I was proud of my resolve. “What makes me different from those other strangers?” “They were an oops. I always play safe.” “One is an oops, three guys and five loads is more than a major oops.” He chided me with good humour. “You’re right. It had just been so long, and I’m so fucking tired of condoms.” Why did I confess the last part? “Then can I take this one off?” “No?” my voice was weak. “You sure?” his deep voice in my ear sent tingles throughout my body. “No.” As he pulled out of me, and I could hear the condom snap off he said. “Then let’s give it a try.” “Ok?” it may have been feeble, but I’d given him permission. The contrast as he entered me with his raw monster was mind blowing. My groan of satisfaction left no doubt I’d made the right choice for both of us. He was soon pounding away, thwap, thwap, thwap. “Can you take more?” he was so polite to ask. “Fuck yeah, harder!” For the next five minutes the entire elevator shook. His breathing became erratic, and he asked; “Where do you want this strangers load?” “Cum in me. Breed me … … … oh fuck yeah! That’s it.” I felt nine contractions as he added his seed to the others. As he was unloading deep inside me the elevator doors opened and in stepped a big burly overweight guy wearing work coveralls. The badge read ‘Building Super.” “What have we here?” the super asked as he pressed the stop button, and the doors closed once again. The bear pulled out of me. “Not only fags fucking in my elevator but doing it raw! My, my, what are we going to do about that?” I didn’t have to wait long for the answer. His coveralls dropped to the floor and covered nothing under them. His naked six-inch erection was in my sloppy ass in no time. I found myself pushing back as much as he fucked into me. It wasn’t long until he was groaning, “Breeding your fag ass slut, argh! Fuuuccckkkk! Yeah, that’s what you get for fuckin in my elevator! Now get dressed and get the hell out of here before I call the cops.”

It's always hot when you meet a new master that turns out to be the real deal rather than just a fantasist that is all talk. Been chatting to a guy on Fabguys for a while who seemed to want exactly what I was offering and wanted to give me just what I needed, hot anonymous gangbang breeding sessions. It took a while for our schedules to line up but fuck was it worth it. We'd discussed everything beforehand including limits, safeword, and requirements. The session was to be totally anonymous and I wasn't permitted to see Sir at all until I'd taken the loads of all the guys he invited over and his fist was deep inside my cumfilled cunt. With the rules set I was given the address and I let myself in and got ready in a bathroom. When I was dressed as agreed (chastity cockcage, vest, jockstrap and white sport socks) I waited on my knees in the corridor with my eyes shut and my cage key presented for Sir. He came out, praised me for my obedience and offered me a drink, making sure I was comfortable and telling me in detail what was going to happen to me over the rest of the day. After this I was led into a bedroom and made to blindfold and hood myself to make sure that I couldn't see anything before taking some big hits of poppers, some foreplay from sir, and waiting for the first guy that Sir had invited over to fuck me. I'd been ordered not to refer to anyone else as "Sir" and to call the men using me "Uncle". When my first uncle arrived I was not disappointed, as it was the biggest thickest dick of the night to get me started and my hole stretched out. It must have been about 9 or 10 inches big and thick but he slid into my well trained hole to the base with little effort which really turned him on and let him know how rough he could be with me. He fucked me long and hard, with Sir fucking my throat and other uncles using me as they arrived. I lost track of how many loads were shot up inside me while I tried to keep track of the men moving around me and the cocks sliding in and out of me. After much begging from me because of how much I wanted it, I got doublefucked by Sir and the first uncle and was in cumdump bliss feeling two huge cocks slide into my hole at once while another was shoved in my mouth from a stranger. I think I came twice in my cage (I couldn't see but I felt my hole tighten and clench once or twice during the session which usually means I've orgasmed) but the guys kept fucking me, making my hole feel sore after hours of pounding which only made me feel more slutty and turned on knowing that my comfort didn't matter. Thanks to my Sir I was fucked and used for hours before the uncles started fisting my well used and cum filled hole. At this point I was allowed to take the blindfold off and see the guys that had been using me. It was so hot seeing these guys knowing that they'd already shot multiple loads up inside my guts and gotten to use me as their eager fucktoy. After the session Sir unlocked my cockcage and sent me on my train home, well used and full of cum. It was so hot and just how a submissive cumdump like me needs to be treated. Sir enjoyed me so much that he's organising another session for me this weekend too. Mmm.

Part 4: The Fucking David started fucking my ass slowly, just barely sliding in and out of my hole. Fuck his cock felt so good. As he slowly fucked my hole he started nibbling on my neck which was driving me crazy. My own cock was so hard underneath me that I knew he was going to make me cum again. He had me moaning like crazy. After a few minutes of barely thrusting David started pulling out just a little bit more. Damn this man really knew how to fuck. At this point he was rubbing against my prostate and that's all it took for my own cock to erupt. I know I soaked his bed in my cum. My hole clinched his cock so he stopped fucking me until my orgasm subsided. After a few minutes and a couple of more hits of the poppers my hole loosened it's grip on his cock and he proceeded to gently fuck me again. It was quite a while before he was withdrawing his cock almost completely before burying it back into my hole. I could feel beads of sweat hitting my neck and back as he was giving me a fucking I would never forget. The stamina of this man was truly remarkable. The poppers were keeping me in a state of constant arousal and relaxation at the same time. After what was probably about an hour of him fucking my hole he pulled out and laid on his back. He instructed me that it was now my time to do some work. He had me get on top and it took no effort for his cock to slide back into my hole. Oh my god being on top was definitely a different feeling. Giving I had never rode a cock before my rhythm was a bit awkward at first. But I'm a quick learner so it wasn't long before I found my rhythm and began riding his cock properly. I bounced slowly up and down and it felt great. David was playing with my nipples as I rode him and I had to concentrate really hard on his cock because it felt great having my nipples played with. I knew at this point this man could fuck my anytime he desired. After riding his cock for a while David mentioned he was getting really close to orgasm. He had me get off his back and put me on my back. He raised my legs up and slid his cock back inside. This time he really started fucking my hole with purpose. Damn he looked so hot being in total control of me. My own cock was hard again and I started jerking off as he pounded my ass. After a few minutes I lost it and shot my cum everywhere. I immediately scooped it up and started eating it and that was all it took for David. He said he was cumming and boy did he. He flooded my hole with so much cum that it was leaking out as he was cumming. Once his orgasm had subsided he completely collapsed on top of me. My legs wrapped around his waist as I held onto him while his heartbeat got back to normal. At this point I still wasn't aware what he had actually given to me. All I know is that even though this was my first sexual experience I knew it would be hard to top it. I glanced over to the window and noticed daylight was slowly approaching. I drifted off to sleep holding David in my arms. When I woke up I received some news that I definitely wasn't expecting.

I always shoot big creamy loads, between 6 to 10 squirts depending how horny i am. It stick very well inside the holes i m shooting in

((Author's Note: Man, I had a lot of errors when updating the previous story. Like using Fred instead of Frank. Should have a smoother read this time with the right names being used. Gotta remember I can't infinitely edit posts, haha)) pt 2 "So, what did you end up getting into last weekend while I was away?" Thomas' girlfriend asked. --- With a hand running up my thigh, grasping my nutsack and tugging gently, Frank continued, "...you could stay with us for a bit. Better than being alone, right?" Thomas was in a post bliss trance. Blood rushing back to his head post orgasm. The light tinted from the poppers. "We do have an extra room id you end up needing it." Mitch added as a comfort. Thomas slowly lifted to a seated position on the bed. The feeling of his body tingling back to him one nerve at a time. He felt the pressure of the butt plug Frank inserted. It churned inside Thomas as he moved spurring his dick as Frank tugged his balls. "Sure, why not." Thomas heard himself say. Frank and Mitch looked at each other, smiling devilishly like predators cornering their pray for the kill. Mitch moved to Thomas' side embracing the boy against his Bearish build. Mitch's body enveloped Thomas. This was a tenderness Thomas had not expected. Tears welled up briefly in his astonishment. This was the type of sexual experience Thomas never fully knew he wanted. He looked up at Mitch, and the two began kissing like lovers. Mitch's face pressed into Thomas. Their tongues rolling across each other. Lips parting briefly as Mitch kissed his way across Thomas' face. There was a small pop, at the entrance to Thomas' hole. Frank had gently removed the butt plug as Mitch was embracing their prize. As Thomas and Mitch kissed each other, Frank probed the seeded fuck chute with his fingers. The difference in pressure causing some cum to secrete out. Frank caught the blood pink leakage in his hand and brought it up to his mouth, slurping the spoodge like a ramen noodle. He went back to the well for more, getting a good amount of it on his hands and then used it to begin stroking Thomas now stiff cock. Thomas gasped into Mitch's mouth as they kised. The sensation of getting a cummy hand job was new and delightful. It felt like mix between spit and lube, but had an entirely different resistance as Franks hand glided under and down the shaft. As he stroked Frank moved up, positioning his cock head at Thomas' open and inviting hole. He held it at the entrance, the tip dancing on the rim of Thomas' sphincter, knocking at the backdoor. The tapping made Thomas' hole quiver and contract, slowly pulling in Frank's cock. Slowly, he entered his full length back into Thomas. Franks cock sunk deep into the trove, the walls of Thomas' ass pulsing, grasping, and sucking the rod deeper. The viral loads deposited by Mitch and Frank acting as the perfect lube. Frank loved a loose and dripping hole. It always pushed him to the edge of lustful madness, but he took his time to enjoy the now creamy texture of Thomas. With the weekend ahead of them, Frank was sure they would knock up Thomas and free him from the straight lie he was living. Thomas was moaning quietly and broke the kiss between Mitch and him. Mitch knowingly asked, "Are you getting fucked right now?" Thomas nodded, his cock harder even before they began. Mitch took notice of Thomas' engorged member. "Oh, you haven't bred hole yet, have you?" Mitch stated more than he asked as he cradled Thomas. Thomas shook his head. "Let's free you from your burden of negativity." Mitch said. Thomas was confused. He thought he had been in a good disposition throughout. He would have never considered Mitch was talking about his load. These were all thoughts he would have to process later. Frank was still gently fucking him and soon Mitch stood squatting over Thomas' erect cock, lining up the prick with his big Bear hole. Frank adjusted a little and spit onto Mitch's hole and Thomas' cock. Frank then withdrew his cock for a moment to add the churned loads he was fucking to Thomas' cock. Frank then guided Thomas' cock into Mitch's Bear ass. Mitch growled as he took the girth and length. His weight pushing into Thomas, flattening the young man on his back. Once Mitch reached the base, he leaned forward giving access to let Frank continue fucking. Thomas' mind was shot into space. The Bear of his dreams was riding him AND he was getting fucked at the same time. Mitch's hole was unlike any pussy he ever had. Tighter than the Virgins he deflowered. More velvety than the wettest of cunts. Mitch even took the length and girth of him in one go. None of Thomas' past lovers ever got close to this achievement. This revelation alone was overwhelming, but to have Frank fucking him while this was happening? There were no words Thomas had to express the pleasure. Yet, he couldn't help but wonder what it would be like to also have a dick down his throat too in this moment. As Mitch's body mass rose and fell on top of Thomas, PA studded cock flopping and thumping on Thomas' stomach. Thomas couldn't recall the piercing when they started, but wagered that is what he felt breaching the lips of his asshole. He had always wanted to know what a PA felt like inside. Yet another thing he could cross off of his bucket list. Frank picked up power in his thrusts. His movement transferred into Thomas whose hips would pump in and out of Mitch's hole. Thomas teetered on the edge. He never wanted to blow a load so bad in his life, but the competing sensations would only bring the orgasm to a simmer while keeping him hard. It was then he felt something new. Frank's big dick was hitting an unfamiliar spot inside Thomas. It was uncomfortable, but only because Thomas could feel himself losing the ability to control his body. "I think i found your button." Frank exclaimed as he adjusted each thrust to be angled at his new target. Mitch began to flex his kegels in time. Putting immense sucking pressure on Thomas' cock. Frank was the first to roar to climax, but he didnt stop fucking Thomas. The poz seed from Franks cock refilled Thomas' hole. The slapping sound of flesh on flesh became wetter, squishier, and Frank's cock did not soften. He continued to plow away at Thomas' prostate as his balls emptied. Mitch grabbed hold of Thomas' nipples, and began tugging and twisting them. He took the precum leaking from his cock as he road Thomas and brought it to the young man's mouth. Thomas sucked the tained pre greedily from Mitch's fingers. While taking his fingers away to return to Thomas' nipples, Mitch opened his mouth and stuck out his tongue, encouraging Thomas to do the same. When Thomas did, Mitch leaned forward, making sure Thomas' cock was still firmly up his Bear ass, and slowly spit into Thomas' mouth. Mitch could feel Thomas' cock expand in his hole in response to the act. Mitch "Woofed" in appreciation. Frank and him found exactly the kind of pig they were looking for to join their family. This will be an enjoyable weekend of "conversion therapy." As Frank continued hammering on his prostate, Thomas felt as if he was about to piss. The building sensation was as if he had been holding his bladder for days straight without relief, and now his body was about to take care of that with our without his conscious willingness. "I...I-I think I have to pee." Thomas panted out. This gave Mitch a laugh as he was riding Thomas. "I'm not getting off this cock until you give me all you have in you." Mitch replied between chuckles. "No seriously I-" Thomas started to stammer but soon began convulsing from the p-gasm Frank had finally made good on. It was if the entirety of his body was being flushed out of his dick and into Mitch's warm hole. At some point Thomas realized he had stopped breathing and gasped for air and his balls emptied of cum. Unlike other orgasms Thomas had previously, this came with such a force. As if Frank's fucking was actually pressurizing and priming the load as he hit Thomas' prostate. He felt like he was coming forever, and soon Frank joined him in his pleasure chorus as he emptied another load into Thomas' well fucked chute. As his partner emptied into Thomas, Mitch slowly lifted off of Thomas' cock. Clenching his hole as to not waste a drop of the massive load he just received. Mitch wasn't a fan of taking neg loads in his ass, but the cocktail he could create as the cum saturated his poz hole would make the perfect conversion snack. He turned around, his back now facing Thomas, and slowly backed up his big Bear ass into Thomas' face. "Eat your load out of my hole, boy. You deserve a creamy reward for your performance." Thomas was in no position to protest. With Mitch's mass on top of him and Frank's cock was still inside him, it was hard to go anywhere as Mitch backed up his cummy hole onto Thomas' face. Impressively, Frank was also still very hard inside Thomas' hole. The warmth and musky aroma from Mitch's ass was intoxicating as he took his seat ontop of Thomas. Instinctively, Thomas stuck out his tongue, aiming for Mitch's fresh fucked hole. Thomas could see his cum starting to leak out, and licked it across the rim of Mitch's asshole. Mitch sighed with pleasure as the boy lapped away at his hole. As Thomas began to dig his tongue in past the sphincter, Mitch relaxed his hole. Allowing gravity to flow the mixed load out and back into Thomas. Thomas noticed the cum tasted different, not bad, but had a mild fermented quality to it. "Maybe this is what Umami actually is." Thomas joked to himself as he lifted his head to press his face in deeper into Mitch. Thomas had to remind himself to take the occasional break for air as he gorged himself on Mitch's cream pie. He hadn't fully noticed Frank had withdrawn his cock from Thomas refilled hole. Before Frank reinserted the butt plug from earlier, he grabbed a toothbrush from the nightstand, and inserted it into Thomas. He began lightly abrasing the walls of Thomas' ass while he was none the wiser. Too busy feasting on Mitch's impressive ass. When Thomas did occasionally feel the brush, he assumed it was stubble from Frank's face. Before Thomas finished his meal, Frank took the brush out and reinserted the butt plug. Frank was getting hard again. Frank never had much trouble getting and staying hard, but the last time he was this excited was when he was converting Mitch. Which reminded him, he did have some friends over to help things along with Mitch. He could and should do the same for Thomas. They had all weekend after all.

I had every intention to drop him at his door and speed away as fast as I could. Before he opened the passenger door he leaned in and gave me a passionate kiss. I’m a sucker for kissers and kissing. We had fucked so quickly that I hadn’t experienced his skill. I should have pushed him away, but I leaned in and our tongues were entwined. “Come up for a drink. You don’t have to do anything you don’t want to. I promise you.” He offered. “No fucking way, you are too gorgeous and way too good a kisser. I can’t trust myself!” I spoke emphatically. “Nice. My loads in your ass are working their magic.” He crowed “I said NO. which of those two letters’ don’t you understand?” I pleaded. Again, our lips were locked. Our tongues danced and without thinking my hand was on his crotch. I couldn’t have missed how hard he was. “You know you want it again. Come on up, let’s have a drink and see where things go.” His voice was so confident. “Just a drink. Nothing more.” I timidly conceded. As soon as we entered the apartment, I could hear the unmistakable sounds of sex. The thwap, thwap, thwap of deep intense fucking. “I’ve gotta get out of here!” I cried as I reached for the just closed door. As quickly he grabbed my hand and dragged me to the kitchen door. Leaning over the kitchen sink was a black man being fucked by a pot-bellied daddy a bit older than me. The black man was all legs and black as ebony. Such a contrast with the pasty white dude railing his ass. This was better than a porn video. I was transfixed. They fucked ferociously for ten more minutes. “Oh, yeah daddy!” crooned the black man “Give it to me good! Awe!” “I’m getting close fag, where do you want my load.” Gasped the daddy. “Cum in my ass.” No sooner said than done. I expected the daddy to pull a full condom off when he extracted his deflating average size dick. He didn’t, and the black man was hoovering and cleaning his cock instantly. “Did I just see what I think I saw?” I asked my new friend. “That depends on what you think you saw.” He grinned. “Was that raw bareback sex, and he let himself get bred?” “Just like you did with me earlier Silver daddy. Yup, that’s what I saw!” I wanted to run, but my feet felt encrusted in concrete and I’d already fished out my hard cock to stroke. “I see you’re ready for more.” My gym buddy. “Load in my ass and bigger load in my balls. Ready to plant in this new Silver daddy!” crooned the black man directly towards me. I now saw him standing full frontal for the first time. Muscular swimmers build, not an once of fat anywhere. Broad shoulders, narrow waist, stereotypical BBC. The moment I saw that shlong was the moment I knew I needed to ride it. “Do you have a condom to fit that beautiful cock?” I asked him. “I do, but my friend already bred a load into you.” Black man “Two!” crowed my breeder. “Yeah,and how often has he bred you?” my question to the black man. “Dozen or so times.” He smiled “That’s why you need a condom to get into my ass, and don’t be confused, I do want to ride you, I need you inside me.” I couldn’t believe my boldness. Or my actions, I was pealing my clothes. I couldn’t get naked quickly enough. It was my turn to lean over the sink as the black man sheathed his flesh sword. I hated the feel of the condom as it found my hole. But with lube and fingering I soon opened and let it in. With time for me to take a deep breath he steadily started to push in deeper and deeper. Little by little I felt fuller and fuller. Eventually I felt his free-swinging balls on my taint. The fucking strokes were steady. I reached between my legs to make sure the condom was doing it’s job. Soon after he pulled out of me. “Damn condom”, he complained. “It needs some adjusting …. Awe …. That’s better.” As he pushed back into me. It felt much better. As I reached to check the condom again, I thought, ‘he must have got a kink out.’ The base of his cock was nicely sheathed I established and reassured myself. His pounding fuck continued as I was turned from over the sink to suck the two other cocks in the room. I was kept busy from one to the other as my ass was being pummeled by the gorgeous black swimmer. I was beginning to wear out when the black man proclaimed; “I’m close. Where do you want my load?” Sure he was wearing a condom I answered quickly. “Cum in me!” His pulsing cock and ejaculatory groan assured me that’s just what was happening. Several pulses later, and some deep restorative breathing later I turned as he pulled his softening dick out of me. I look to watch him pull off the full condom. But that didn’t happen, or at least not like I had expected. The condom was rolled up around the base of his thick black cock. No wonder it had switched to feeling so good when he had re-entered. I slid fingers into my ass to assure myself ‘I’d just been bred’ by the black jock. To be 100% sure I sucked those fingers into my mouth. Fresh sperm and ass juice. It had been so very many years since I had tasted that. It was like a magic ambrosia and my dripping hole needed another raw cock. It got two. The young guy from the gym, and the other daddy. I felt like such a nasty slut swinging my ass between them as they took turns raw dogging me. Surprisingly the other daddy was the first to cum in me, quickly followed by my gym friend. Only then did my brain come back to clear thinking. ‘Holy fuck I’ve just let three guys … three strangers! … pump 5 loads into my ass. Holy fuck! I even knew one of them is pretty sure he’s infected, just doesn’t care. And I still allowed it, initiated it! HOLY, HOLY FUCK!’ I retrieved my clothes and was out of that apartment in a flash. I pulled my jeans on commando just as the elevator arrived. A big hairy bear of a man was already on board. He must have been on his way to the laundry. He was only wearing black gym shorts and a wife beater t. We each took one look at each other. His right hand reached for his crotch. Mine found I hadn't done up my jeans.

I was smoking weed and watching porn as usual, but I needed something more. I Loved watching guys take loads in their butts, but one video gave me more. A guy was getting pozzed on purpose. My dick instantly got harder than it ever had before. As I was watching this guy's conversion, I became obsessed with pozzing. I watched every poz verbal video I could find while smoking a shit ton of weed. My brain became highly infected with the need to get pozzed. I got on Grindr, and I found a guy with unknown status. "Hey there Daddy, wanna fuck me raw?" I typed. "I do, but I want you to know that I'm probably poz. I only put my status as unknown on here because I haven't gone to the doctor recently. However, I was confirmed poz before, and I've stopped taking my meds, so I'm a very risky fuck." Daddy warned in his reply message. I moaned. "What if I told you that I have a fetish for getting pozzed?" I typed back. "Get your ass over here right now." Daddy responded. "I'll be right there." I typed. I got to his place, and thankfully his house smelled just as dank as mine. He grinned when he saw me and offered me some weed. We smoked a shit ton together, and headed for the bedroom. We both stripped naked, and Daddy pushed me on the bed. I spread my legs as wide as they would go missionary style. Daddy positioned his rock hard cock at my hole. "This is your last chance to back out. Once I put my dick in your butt, I won't stop until I flood your guts with my toxic seed." Daddy warned. "I want it Dad. I really wanna be poz like you. I want you to fuck me and own me. Please give me your gift" I begged. Daddy grinned. Daddy stuck his dick slowly up my ass. I moaned loudly. I could feel every inch of his rock hard bare cock sliding in and almost out of my butt, but Daddy never pulled all the way out. He thrusted his angry dick balls deep inside of my butt. Daddy placed his forehead against mine. His chest on my chest, we were one connected body. Daddy looked deep into my eyes. "This is the point of no return Boy. I'm going to keep fucking you until I claim you with my poz seed." Daddy said. "Yes Dad, please fuck your poz seed deep inside my butt. I want to take all of it. I want the bug to change my body and my life to serve you as your permanent cumdump." I said. Daddy thrusted harder and faster inside of me. I could feel his dick pushing against my anal walls, and the skin felt so good inside of my butt. I matched his rhythm, fucking his dick with my ass just as much as he was fucking me. "I hope you want this strain, because you're gonna get it" Daddy said. I moaned. "Fuck yes Dad, I really wanna be pozzed. I want you to blow your load inside of me. I want your seed to convert me. I need your disease. I WANT YOUR HIV IN MY BUTT!!!" I yelled. Daddy banged me as hard as he could. The session lasted all night. We just couldn't get enough of my conversion. Daddy was so happy to bring me into the family, and I was so excited to join the poz brotherhood. "I'm going to make you one of our own. You're about to be pozzed for life. I'm going to convert your butt, and you will be too toxic for anyone except for bug chasers and other poz guys" Daddy said. "I want to be pozzed so I can knock up other boys for you Dad" I said. "Oh fuck yeah Son, I fucking Love how twisted you are" Daddy said. "I'm crazy for HIV Dad. The gift is all I think about now. I want you to make me pregnant with your poz babies" I said. Daddy fucked me more and more, his dick sliding deeper and deeper into my butt, past my second ring, his dickhead fully in my guts. The sliding skin felt amazing inside of me. "I'm gonna get you pregnant with my demon sperm" Daddy teased. "Fuck yes Dad, knock me up, get me pregnant, I want you to convert me!" I said loudly. "You better really want it, because it's coming, and there's no turning back" Daddy teased. "Do it Daddy please, give me your demon seed deep inside of my guts! GIVE ME HIV!!!" I screamed. Daddy thrust into my guts, and his dick swelled up in me. "I'M GONNA CONVERT YOU!!!" Daddy yelled. "CONVERT MY BUTT!!!" I screamed. Daddy's dick started spasming inside of my butt, and I felt every inch of his dick jerking inside of me. With howls of pleasure, Daddy blasted stream after stream of poz cum deep inside of my butt and guts. I felt every drop of hot toxic sperm shooting inside of me. Daddy kept going. "I can't stop cumming! This has got to be a new record for the biggest, longest load ever! You better really want this, because you are definitely going to be infected for life from this fuck!" Daddy exclaimed. "Fuck yes Daddy, fill my butt all the way up with your cum! I want to be your permanent poz slut!" I said. Daddy held me tight with his dick inside of me for as long as possible. I could feel his cum squish in my ass. Daddy quickly got his butt plug from his dresser drawer. I could feel the cum overflowing from my butt in a big stream. Daddy caught it all with his hand, and he scooped it mack into my butt, along with the butt plug. I moaned. "You will be my poz whore for life now. I've infected you good. If you thought you were horny before, just wait. Your mind is about to be blown with how much you think of getting recharged" Daddy said. "Fuck me forever Daddy" I replied. THE END

I woudnt consider myself to have a huge dick, rather average... but I have always shoot big loads!

It sounded like a great 30th birthday present from my partner Bill—a professional massage followed by some hot love making. I was down with that! Bill and I ate an early supper out at our favorite neighborhood dive and I had time for a relaxing shower before the masseuse arrived at 8. I took the liberty of getting clean and ready for some deep dicking by Bill after I was all relaxed from my massage. Jon advertized in the local GLBT rag with at least a few dozen competitors. Bill chose him because he listed his qualifications and training and didn’t feature a scantily dressed photo. I laughed at this and said what if I wanted a DEEP massage and Bill promised he would take care of that afterwards. I’ll admit it—I was horny! Jon showed up on time and set up his table in the back study of our house. Bill said he was going to watch some TV upstairs and he kissed me and told me to enjoy my birthday present. Jon said he could massage me naked or with underwear on—what ever my comfort level was. I hadn’t had a professional massage and told him I wanted the works. He smirked and winked while he said, “but, of course!” As my upper thighs were sore from working out at the gym, I asked if I could start on my back. Certainly he said as he turned on a CD with soft music on his little boom box and adjusted the lights low so I could be totally relaxed. Jon was good! He covered my naughty bits with a towel when he was working elsewhere and he quickly had me relaxed and very pliable. I guess massage can be hard work because I noticed he slipped out of his sweat pants to gym shorts and took off his short sleeve shirt to reveal a wife beater and an amazing chest—heck, the whole package was mighty nice! I tried to not pay attention to him as I turned over to my stomach. He worked my back over very well and I got so relaxed my right arm slide off the table. He changed position and stood on my right side—my arm was lightly in contact with his sizzling body. My head was within the opening in the table so it could remain lined up and not turned one way or the other. All I could see was the floor but my awareness seemed to spike. There was something in that simple connection between his body and my arm and his strong hands kneading me that made me feel very alive. He started working the small of my back and pressed against my arm a little closer. I was aware that my dick was reacting to this and a sigh slipped out. He reached down to grab my hand and place it back on the table. I missed the contact immediately, but his hands started working my ass and that caught my attention. I love my ass massaged by Bill, but Jon was like a bread maker working stiff dough. Whether it was right or not, I spread the legs to give him easier access. I was so in tune with this feeling of bliss. I could hear Jon’s steady breathing over the soft music. My own breathing was deep and I was in heaven. A soft moan slipped out of my mouth as he made me more pliant than I had ever been. He worked one leg and then the other—my ass still exposed and legs spread. When he worked the point where my legs connected with my ass, I could feel precum dripping out of me and I sighed and spread my legs a bit more. Jon’s slick oiled hands worked me like no one had before. It wasn’t exactly sexual, but I was harder than a rock and was started to pant a bit. He poured a bit more oil in his hands and was now working between my cheeks. When his fingers finally strayed against my hole I gasped out loud. Was this a massage or a seduction? I was monogamous with Bill, but I was so fucking turned on and relaxed that I couldn’t make a move to stop whatever Jon wanted. It was pretty obvious that I was enjoying this special attention. My ass clenched and relaxed in time with Jon’s ministrations. Jon said he was getting rather warm and I could hear him pulling off his shirt and perhaps slipping his shorts off. I wasn’t sure. All I knew is that I was so turned on! Jon’s next move surprised me. I felt his 5 o’clock scruff against my right ass cheek. He was just rubbing up and down my cheeks and I instinctively flexed my free hand against him. He was naked! He grabbed my hand and led it to what felt like a log between his legs. I groaned as I squeezed it and he now started licking my crack. I thrust against him and started milking his mighty tool as he started eating my hole. I was now moaning and was disappointed when he broke the connection. That disappointment quickly faded as I felt him climb on the table and he grabbed my ass cheeks hard and started tongue fucking and finger fucking me. My ass was as spread as it could be and I was scooting up a bit with my ass to give him better access. He moved up further and I could feel his dick against my ass. I was a bit nervous now. I hadn’t cheated on Bill before and taking an unknown man’s dick bare was not safe! As he slid his drooling shaft up and down my crack, he reached under and pinched my nipples. I moaned anew and he started nibbling and talking in my ear. He told me that he wanted to give me the ultimate birthday present. I didn’t say a word, just felt him pressing against my slightly open hole. He kept talking and said that Bill thought a deep massage would spice up his and my sex life. I finally told him I didn’t want to get caught and this wasn’t very safe. He laughed and said he wouldn’t fall off the table and hurt himself. He then said he only topped and I had nothing to worry about. He asked if I was poz and I said no pretty sharply. He said “perfect” and started pulling me up into the doggy position. I was shaking my head no even as he was lining up to penetrate me. I moaned no as he started pressing in earnest. It felt SO good to feel that thick head pop through my first ring. He stopped and continued to tweak my nipples and talk dirty to me. He told me he knew I wanted this and he was going to take me and give me what I really needed for my birthday. I groan and pushed back against him—together we worked to achieve total penetration. I liked hearing Jon’s gruff voice as he quietly spoke and got my even more turned on by his dirty talk. He asked me who was bigger—him or Bill. “You are.” I admitted. Who did I want fucking me? “You, Jon” “When we are done, I want you to shower and then fuck Bill with your hot hole—make sure he eats your ass first. I am going to make your hole really slick for Bill to enjoy—that will spice up your sex life and make me really happy that you shared this fuck with your partner.” Jon instructed. “Your ass is going to be so open and slippery from my fuck and my seed deep in you, boy! You want that, don’t you? You want to be a hole for me to breed? A receptacle for sperm? I moaned and admitted that I did. The pounding started going in overdrive! He was quietly cursing and tell me that he was going to own my ass and mark it as his own. I hadn’t read anything about pozzing talk at this point in my life so it was just a super turn on to hear that he wanted me so bad. I didn’t know what I was asking for when he started telling me what he wanted to hear from me. I was so hard as he pounded me that I begged for his seed, for him to breed my ass and make it his. “This is so hot, boy! Your partner paid to have you massaged but you are getting bred as well! 2 for 1, boy! All, right, fag boy, here comes your birthday gift—I am breeding you…now!!!” Jon rammed in as deep as he could and I could feel him jerking and spurting within me. The feeling made me shoot then and there. “Nothing finer than a boy shooting his load when he is finally bred right!” Jon sighed. He stayed in me sliding in and out as he worked his load into my receptive hole. Jon told me to keep his load in my ass so it would feel amazing for Bill later. I complied. Bill and I had great sex that night. He ate my ass and told me how relaxed and silky it was after my massage. I was hard from thinking about what he was doing and whose load he was tasting. Jon was right, Bill liked fucking my hole after Jon had bred it. A few months later I got sicker than a dog. A sense of dread filled me and later I tested poz. I couldn't find Jon's ad anymore and I had no way to contact him. I knew exactly what Jon had meant by his words! I had been bred for my birthday!

As I stepped out of the gym and headed to my car, I realized this young guy was following me. I thought maybe his car must be near mine. I had made it clear at the time of his ludacris invitation to have his roommates breed me that I wanted no part of more risky sex with him or anyone else. I was frightened enough already by his two loads seeping into my gut walls. Why hadn’t I gone to the bathroom immediately and pushed, indeed flushed them out? When I got to my door he stepped up to the passenger side. “What the fuck do you think you are doing?” more than a hint of anger in my voice. “Showing you the way to my place to watch my roommates raw fuck your juicy ass.” He cockily replied. “I told you NO!” “Oh, I didn’t think you meant that. Could you at least drive me home? The bus takes so long.” He asked with confidence. “OK” I relented to letting him in my car. It was about a half hour drive. He immediately turned the conversation to sex and got me to admit that I had enjoyed our shower romp. As well, ‘yes it was fucking hot to have his loads in my gut, and mine in his.’ “How long since you were last bred?” his casual question. I considered not answering but relented. “Over five years.” "Have you missed it?" “I’d be lying if I said no. But it is so dangerous now.” “Tell me about before. Before you turned all safe sex. Were you promiscuous?” He was genuinely interested. I opened up about my past. It felt good to reminisce. I confessed I'd been the only out cock sucking high school fag. “Sucked down hundreds of loads from classmates, entire sports teams, visiting and home, as well as truckers at the stop a short bike ride from my hometown. That’s where I first got fucked. One night three truckers took me back into the woods, leaned me against a tree and one by one, entered me, pounded me silly and bred me deep. Turned me instantly into a gang bang cum dump slut. I sucked and was fucked by dozens and dozens of men through my college years. Even made it to Fire Island, and the times I had in The Pines! Yeah, I was promiscuous in those days. It’s a miracle I didn’t end up with AIDS. I knew I couldn’t stop the promiscuity so took up the ‘safe sex bible’. That is until today and your attempt to rip it out of my hands and head. You’re so fucking handsome and persuasive. You may have got me to slip, but I have no intention of letting it go any further.” “But you’re still funkin turned on with my load in your ass?” He persisted. “Yeah, and it has me nostalgic for the pre-AIDS days. Achingly nostalgic, but that’s as far as you get.” Bearing my soul. For the rest of the ride, he talked about his conservative up-bringing. Knowing from an early age yet holding off until college. Loosing his oral and anal virginity to a senior in a dorm shower during orientation week. Terrified and going to the on-campus nurse having let the senior cum in his no longer virgin ass. Surprised to find a handsome male nurse who was very understanding and had delivered his second breeding before he left the health office. Next night at a frosh party followed a handsome blonde from the swim team into the bathroom. Didn’t leave the washroom until he had the blonde’s swimmers pumped into his gut along with seven more loads of cum from a string of other guys. Never asked about his test results on his many returns to visit the male nurse over the last three years. To that day had never warn or had a condom inside him. No idea about his status, nor did he care to find out! I was determined to have nothing to do with him after dropping him at his place.

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.’

Three is a three-way, threesome or trio; add one more and it is a fourgy, and 'orgy' is part of that. By the by, I will attend ANY of them!

Update: I took two more loads after my dr’s apptmt Total body count today: about 23

I took today off as I have an optometrist apptmt this afternoon. This morning, I took 4 cocks. Hot Japanese guy, 2 sexy daddies, & my Latin twunk The Workmans lunch party had average turnout, but I was the only Asian twink there in a sea of dad bods. I took about 15 cocks there 🫢. At one point, I was knees and ass up on a couch & there was a line for my ass. What’s consent? lol Then I btmed for 2 more guys at home. Hot muscle black guy & adorable cub. On my way to the dr’s now and debating whether I want more dick later lol

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.

Been told my loads can be more than a mouthful lol

I love to suck for a long time if he is hard. The more actively he is using my mouth the longer I want to suck. If he is dominating me I go into heat. But if he is old and limp or just limp and needs to be sucked for a long time to get hard my body starts losing it's desire to submit because I don't register the guy as being dominant and my perception of his cum is that it's low quality.

Big loads are ALWAYS appreciated......

Not trying to change the course of this thread but more than anything - i feel a connection with men that I do not feel with women. When a dude gives up his ass, I am honored in a way I cannot explain. And then to give him my seed in his beautiful fuck hole..... again i digress .... those feelings sometimes make me do things I know i shouldn't.

I don't fist if I can't fuck him, too. I have never found the heavier lubes you use for fisting an issue for my dick. I love to alternate hand, cock, hand, cock, hand AND cock at the same time...(with the right hole!)

I think Jay will choose the best option and we will have probably a big surprise. Remember this other story of Jay where the young character is taken by a friend of his grandfather and disappears (Will could totally be taken from Chester and put in Arther farm without Chester knowing it).

I put a minimum of 5. An orgy for me has to include some spit roasting as well as train fucking, i.e. fucking while getting fucked. I also need to get my pole in at least 3 holes, and at least 3 poles in my hole, so a gang bang won't cut it for me.

C'mom guy...put those hot memories out! You wrote this post just fine -and got my attention! You can do it - and we will all thank you for it! 😉

Finished up 2024 having had 679 loads up my ass. That doesn't include guys who fucked me without cumming or guys who fed me their load. And I kept track of where and when I took each of those loads...

my tight virgin boyhole

I've said it before but as a Top I refuse to fuck with a condom. It's Bareback or nothing for me.

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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.

Part 3 Dante While the slam began to flow through Chris’s body and he began to cough I was positioning my hard poz cock at the entrance to his neg virgin ass. Once his coughing stopped and I could see the change in him that I knew the slam would bring I directed Chris to look into the mirror above the sling as I readied to slip inside him. Chris As my coughing began to stop I stared to feel this strong urge deep inside me as I looked up at the masculine man standing between my legs. He told me to look up at the mirror above me where I could see he dark brown cock resting against my ass. Dante seemed to be teasing me as he would push a little against my hole as if he was going to insert his cock only to pull back. This was starting to drive me crazy to the point I was starting to try and move my ass to get him to finally give me what he knew, and finally I admired to myself, I needed…… his cock I my ass. I asked, no, I begged and pleaded for Dante to give me his cock. I watched as he began to push forward as his cock easily slipped inside me finally giving me a feeling of completeness. While I watched his cock slide inch by inch into me I couldn’t help but moan. Some how I knew it was my place, no my duty to give him pleasure as he finally bottomed out balls deep in me. He rested there as I watched him take a syringe and administer his own slam. After he was done I could see a change in him, change I would come to desires and enjoy as I felt his cock spasm inside me as knew he was cumming. He leaned into me and we kissed as he slowly pulled his cock back before driving back in my hole. Dante As usual I shot a huge load of my poz cum right after I administered my slam. It was now time to start fucking this boy and turn him into my personal fuck toy. I took it slow to start known he was a virgin. I knew in the he’d learn that his place was you please me, the seed was already planted in his drugged up mind the next step to cement it as a permanent part of his place in life was going to be easy. I fucked him for a nearly an hour before I was ready to give him another load of my dirty seed. I looked down at him asking him, “What do you want?” The instructions I had given him earlier were still fresh in his mind when he answered, “I want you to get me pregnant, knock me up, cum inside me.” It was at that moment I knew I had him and that he knew it too, his ass belonged to me. Chris As I was asking Dante to give me his cum, you knock me up and impregnate me I had a sudden flash from school. My religious, uptight parents didn’t let me take sex ed, but I had heard it from several of my classmate who had about save sex and STD's wondering if this strong, healthy got who had helped me discover what, or actually, who I really am could give me anything more then his cum. I start to beg Dante more and more to cum in me, it was more then just a request it was a desire. For some reason I didn’t feel satisfied unless Dante was cumming inside me. I knew when Michael fucked his girlfriend the never used a condom and always shot his wad in her. Dante deserved the same from me as I felt his cock grow thicker and harder before he trusted one more time seeming to go deeper inside me as he delivered his seed. The more Dante fucked me the more I stared to think how much I needed him to not just fuck me, but cum inside me. At one point I reached turn thinking I’d stroke my own cock to discover that I was not just soft but it seemed that my own cock get shriveled up. Dante looked down at me when a shit eating grin telling me, “You are a true bottom bitch, can’t get hard when a real man fucks you. I told you that you're nothing more than my fuck hole and I know as I look into your eyes that you’re enjoying it.” I am not sure how long Dante fucked me, but he seemed to sense that we needed a break when he suggested we take a dip in the pool than head into the house to grab some well deserved sleep in his bed. He helped me out of the sling . and on to my feet as he steadied me allowing my legs to respond after being in that position all night long. We left the pool house and dove right into the refreshing water. Dante swam over to me giving me a gentle hug and a kiss before we made our way out of the pool. There were a few new faces now and without a word I could tell Dante was using is crew that I was his and to leave me alone as we made our way through the house to his bedroom. Along the way he stopped to tell one of his crew something before we reached his bedroom. We climbed to his bed as he got behind me n and pulled me close against his naked body. I should feel his cock growing hard and knew he wouldn't be satisfied unless he had my ass one more time. It seemed my body knew that as well when I instinctively began to push back trying to get how cock back inside me. Dante’s cock slid inside me as if it was to be its home from now on. It was at that moment I realized that my ass belonged to Dante. This fuck was more animalistic since it seemed Dante was looking to get off fast. As brutal as it seemed I had no complaints knowing the only thing he wanted was a good orgasm to help him sleep. It only till a few minutes before he was shooting his load inside me again before we drifted off to sleep when his semi hard cock still legged inside me.

Part 2 I then asked, “Don’t we have a party to get to?” Dante answered, “Fuck yeah, but I need to make a stop at my place to get more ‘supplies’.” Dante We pulled up to my crib and I pulled into my garage. After turning the engine off I quick shut the garage door and invited Chris inside while I prepare ‘supplies’ I was going to take to the party. He went to put his shirt back on when I stopped him, “I sure you’re still hot from the T for smoked cause I know I am, besides you got a nice bod, you should show it off.” As usual there were a few members of my crew there are their bitches. Although I am gay, most of my crew is straight. I introduced Chris to all that were in my crib especially my two gay boys. As Chris was busy with two of the gay boys in my crew, one of them asked, “Hey boss is he?” I answered, “He is, he just don’t know if yet. Nothing like a little Tina and Gina to bring the gay out in a gay boy in denial. Can you fix him a drink and make sure he’s got a well packed pipe while I get things prepared.” I let Chris know, “These boys are going to keep you entertained while I'm getting things ready” as I headed to my bedroom Chris was already given the G laced drink and was escorted into the living room. I headed out you the pool house to get things ready once Chris was tweaking on Tina and strong in the hold of Gina. Chris Dante left me with a few of the guys hanging out at his place. I had my drink in hand, a pipe sitting on the table, with a torch. I didn’t hesitate as I sipped my drink I began to smoke the pipe. As I quickly was nearly the end of my drink I continued to smoke the pipe and noticed that two of Date's guys were with this girl that was apparently there for the drugs. One of the guys was black and clearly in charge and the other was white guy and clearly the follower. They were but working this petite Hispanic girl over right there in the presence of myself and the two guys sitting with me. As I watched the Hispanic girl get fucked, I looked up at the 50” TV which had gay porn playing. I had never seen anything like this before and couldn’t take my eyes off the screen. That was until I noticed the two guys that had been sitting with were half naked, making out. Between the porn on the TV and the guys progressively getting into it next to me I was feeling incredibly horny. As the Hispanic girl was getting pounded by the black dude while the white dude was getting his dick, a nice dick actually, sucked. I looked over at the two dudes next to me to see the one guy sitting in the other guy’s lap as they faced each other still kissing. They were both half naked (from the waist down) as I watched a hard cock push into the one guy's ass. I could hear him moan as the hard cock pushed an the way inside. I was so memorized I didn’t notice it when Dante sat beside me on the couch, grabbed the pipe from me and lit up telling me to finish my drink. I gulped what was left in the glass, just less than half the glass. Dante told me we were going to shotgun this hit just before he started to suck in the smoke as it built up in the bowl. Dante I entered the pool house to find it in the condition I expect it to be left in, clean and ready for use. Three wrist and ankle restrains were I place, I prepare several points, had the tourniquet, alcohol preps and cotton balls ready. I had plenty off Gatorade with GHB already added. I checked the hidden cameras to be sure to record all the action especially when I get Chris to ask for his slam, when he begs me to fuck him and finally when he asks me to breed him. When finally had the pool house prepared when the necessary essential that were sure to not only bring the gay out of this boy, help him realize and accept his real self and hopefully cement him as my fuck toy it was time to head back inside and see what condition Chris was in after spending time with my crew. I walked back into the house to find my two straight boys spit roasting this Hispanic chick while my two gay boys were fucking on the couch right next to Chris who kept shifting his eyes from the gay porn on the TV with the action going on next to him all the time rubbing his free hand on a very clear hard cock. It was clearly evident to me that he had no interest in the fucking going with the Hispanic chick. Chris didn’t notice my rejoining him until I grabbed the pipe out of his hand. I noticed he had almost half of his drink left. I told him to finish his drink which he drank down in nearly one gulp. I started to heat the Tina in the bowl telling Chris that we were going to shotgun the next hit. Chris was still shifting his eyes between the TV, the fucking going on right behind me, and my actions with the pipe. I sucked in as much smoke as I could, leaned over to Chris who leaned towards me causing our lips to meet sealing them together. Chris began to breathe in before I had the chance to exhale the vast amount of Tina I had sucked into my lungs. Chris stopped once his lungs were filled with the Tina I had expelled from my body. Although Chris had finished inhaling he didn’t make an effort to pull away from our lip lock. I made no effort to make more of this simple kiss then what it was presently. Chris surprised me when I sensed he was about to blow the smoke back into my waiting mouth. I quickly accepted his offering breathing down what Tina remained. This time I decided it was time to push things a little further. I flicked my tongue ever so gently so that it quickly brushed against his lips. Chris broke off or lip lock causing me to think he needed more T and/or G. He took the pipe from my hand while checking the noisy fuck behind my back proclaiming we do another shotgun. Once he had sucked in all the smoke he could we once again sealed our mouths when each other and I accepted the smoke from Chris. This time after I had taken in all of his Tina smoke he surprised me by letting his tongue gaze against my lips. After Chris you the Tina smoke back from me we began to kiss. Our tongues freely explored each others mouths. From the sound my gay boys were making I knew they were getting close to climaxing. As we continued to kiss I could hear them talking about breeding. The bottom for asking the top, “You gonna breed my ass?” The top was responding with, “Fuck yeah I’m gonna breed your tight ass when my dirty seed bro. You ready to get knocked up? You want me to get you pregnant?” The bottom began to yell out, “YES! FUCK YES! GIVE IT TO ME, GIVE ME YOUR DIRTY LOAD! GET ME FUCKING PREGNANT” The top stud screamed out “FUCK” as he could clearly seen in pure ecstasy as he unloaded deep inside the bottoms ass. As I had hoped all this action when the T & G fueling his brain was taking him where he needed to be tonight. I pushed things a little further when I moved my hand to his hard cock freeing his hand which instinctively found my hard cock. We continued to kiss as the gay boys moved from the couch to the floor flipping so the let could get a good fuck and load. I pulled my mouth from his allowing me to pay attention to his neck and ears. As I gently pushed him down towards my crotch. It didn’t the much before his mouth found the tip of my cock. While rubbing the back of his head and neck I used my other hand to pop open my cargo shorts which would allow better access to my cock if Chris wanted more of my poz cock. Chris hesitated for a brief second before pulling it free and licking the tip then licking the shaft. It was time to plant seeds in his drugged up brain. I asked him, “You liking that black cock?” The only response he gave as he started to take the head of my cock into his mouth was a ‘yes’ nod. While Chris had his head I my lap I reached over and loosened his jeans allowing me access to his ass. I quickly found his hole and began to play with it eliciting a quiet moan. With attention on my cock I worked to slip a small shard of Tina into his unsuspecting ass. I continued to rub his head and continued, “How’d you like to become part of my crew? I would really like to have you hanging around when you’re able. I know how parents can be filling your head with what’s expected of you. You are starting to discover your true self, who you want are and I know you’re enjoying the real Chris.” Chris’s silence along with his efforts on my 9 poz cock which by now was hard as steel and supplying Chris an ample supply of my poz pre-cum. An affirming moan escaped aims my cock as Chris doubled his efforts at getting more of his cock into his mouth. Understanding his desire and hunger I applied a little pressure to the back of his head as his throat slipped into his throat. I could sense a feeling of accomplishment from Chris as his throat began to massage my cock as it was lodged in his throat. I allowed him to pull off and some for needed air before he moved back down getting even more of my cock into his throat. This not was hungry and ready. I reaffirmed my desire to have him in my crew. He was to become my personal fuck toy, and with continued work on his oral skills he’d become me hell of a cock sucker. He’d service only me and maybe select friend and business associates. I was fairly sure the wheels were spinning in the drugged up boys brain as he was trying to comprehend all that was going on, just the way I had intended the night to go for him. As Chris continued to work his mouth and throat on my cock I let my soon you be fuck toy know, “You don't have to worry, your responsibility will be to me and only me. I have no intention in having you sell or transport the drugs I sell. The only thing I want from you is the pleasure of your mouth and ass. If you agree up this we’re going to go out to the pool house. Once inside this is what you’re you say and do you show me you accept all that I will give you and become what you were meant to be.” Chris I couldn’t completely understand what was happening to me. All I knew was that I had a growing desire to get as much of Dante’s cock inside my mouth and, with Dante’s help, into my throat. I will had a picture of the two guys that fucked I the couch next to us that were now I the floor continuing there fucking. I tried to concentrate I what Dante was asking and telling me about becoming part of his crew. The thought of that excited and stimulated me on ways I couldn’t understand. A chock part of me was scared at the idea, a bigger part of my brain was excited at the new found freedom I was discovering with Dante. He repeated what I was to say and do once we were I the pool house having me repeat it all back to him before we were to head out to the pool house. As we rose from the couch both of us lost our shorts leaving Dante completely naked and me in a pair a bright blue Andrew Christian boxer briefs. Dante made a comment on how nice my ass looked in them as he led me out the patio door. The first thing I notice was the pool with a jacuzzi on the side near what appeared to be the pool house. I guess I was staring at the water when Dante told me, “We’ll most likely take a dip in the pool later when we need a break” just as we were walking through the door to the pool house. Dante leaned when you kiss me on the lips signaling me to start. I immediately began, “Dante, I want to be part of your crew. Please slam me, then fuck my virgin ass. Please knock me up, give me your DNA and mark me as yours.” We kissed some more as he helped me climb into the sling, helping me get my feet I the stirrups and making sure my ass was right were he wanted it to be to give him to access. I was expecting him to slam me, what ever a slam is, but was caught surprisingly off guard when he got between my legs and began to lick my ass sending waves of pleasure ran through my body. This new simulation was driving me crazy that the only thing that was in my brain was to repeat what Dante asked me to say earlier. Dante was getting my hole hot and wet as he began to occasionally slip a finger inside as he worked to open me up for me big black cock. Suddenly I felt him push a rough object inside my ass as he commented, “Damn boy, none got a nice hole here, nice and hungry I bet. I’ve got three fingers inside you and your hole is trying to suck my hand issue. Don’t worry, I like a nice, tight ass.” I felt an incredible emptiness when Dante pulled his fingers from inside me. He moved to my left side where place a strap around my upper arm as he used an alcohol pad to rub a spot, before he picked up an orange capped syringe telling me, “If you think your ass is hungry and feeling empty now, it’s about to be even more hungry then you ever thought possible. All your going to want to do is concentrate on that hole and the pleasure you will be giving me which will bring pleasure to you.” I remained perfectly still without having to me to do so as I felt a sight pinch when Dante slipped the needle into my vein. He pulled the plunger slightly back getting a little bit of my blood I the barrel before he began to slowly empty the entire clear liquid into my body. He told me a little of what to expect as he snapped the quick release strap causing the strap to fall from my arm and, as Dante had told me, I began a strong caughing fit.

I’m 28, married and looking for discreet meetups. 7in cock, big loads. Bonus points if you swallow. Message me for more details/contact.

My god, I love the intimacy of fisting. Stuffing my hand up ass, feeling his insides shiver when I hit the right spots, feeling his whole circulatory system as his heart beats, the smooth silky and wet paths to follow. ive been a fisting top since 19, and have double fisted, jerked off my dick in ass, gone up to my elbow. And although I was fisted at 20, even after 25 years, I’ve only had to forearm up my ass.

I’ve always thought that the number of bottoms was the biggest variable. If I’m on my back, grabbing my ankles, and surrounded by 6 tops, it’s a gangbang. If it’s two tops and there’s a second bottom in the mix, it’s an orgy. Both are pretty great but I do love having all that dick for myself and not sharing it.

The poster didn't say poz guys were "shit". He said that a cum dump was potentially a likely place to PICK UP shit like HIV. Not the same thing at all.

Personally since I’d began to read Jaygusher stories I’m just craving for more stories with fit neg guys and old pox trolls (visualizing myself with old men wanting to bred me, resisting then giving them up my body ). It’s even became the type of scenario I search in porn (but it’s never as good as jay’s stories… the closest I find being a MAP video where a young guy come in a gay bar for the first time, the barman asking him “do you know what kind of bar it is”, then after the young had resisted to them the two guys from the bar double fuck him… good but not as good as the masterpiece Jay is giving us.)

Outstanding story @greenenvy! Got me stroking out a load during a zoom call 😋

Clyde fingering him after Chester cummed all over his ass and ass hole (Will telling himself that if he inspects his ass hole he would penetrate some cum in it) : there is Chester’s cum in his ass. 🕵🏻‍♂️ Chester rimming and penetrating Will’s ass hole after Clarence cummed all over his ass and make a pool of cum on his ass hole (and some cum being already in it) : there is Clarence cum in it. 🕵🏻‍♂️ I’m already existed for his next step among all this trolls. Sure Arther is going to teach him some interesting things. 🙌

Probably not 100% straight if these stories are drawing you in. But i love corrupting new readers

Luke’s Gaping Hole Used and Abused Several hours later, Enrique was laying on his side on the padded dungeon floor. His big thick cock, still hard, was buried balls deep in Luke hole. Luke was on his side facing away from Enrique, his legs were drawn up tight to accommodate Jason’s ten hard inches. Luke’s hole was nearly swollen shut, his entire colon from from anus to the depths of Jason’s and Enrique’s biceps throbbing and tender. Both of them knew from first-hand experience—they’d fisted Luke nearly bicep deep a dozen times each since it happened. They were surrounded by dozens of toys dripping with lube, cum, and in a few cases pink mucus from Luke’s enflamed chute. The toys were all of the longest ones available, and most were the soft, spongy silicone that was designed for ease of entry. There was six different varieties of depth trainers—these they would send up between their cocks, wrapping the cords around one or the other of the top men’s balls. This meant that every movement, every motion in-or-out, meant they were fucking Luke deep inside too. Of particular pride, though, to the two nasty tops, where the 10 long and thick dildos on the floor around them. There was the horse dildo, of semi firm consistency. It went into Luke’s swollen hole its insertable length of 15.5 inches, stretching his hole open 14 inches in diameter at its widest point. Then because little Luke’s doms believed in extra credit, it had been pushed and pushed until the base was inserted and Luke got a fucking nearly 20 inches deep. A particular challenge for Luke’s swollen hole had been the Goliath. It started at a mere 8 inches in diameter, but it ended up a fat 16 inches at the balls. But then, Luke, for extra credit (after a quarter gram was all around delivered all around his tightly-stretched hole at the base of the shaft), screaming and groaning while Jason kept pushing, but Luke eventually huffed and puffed until the giant balls stretched his hole open another two inches in diameter and the fat fucker violated his hole it’s fyll length of 14 inches from his second ring upward. They played with this toy until Luke’s hole could open around the big balls and the balls themselves were starting to slide through the second hole under the incredible weight of it. Using the cord embedded in the base to fuck him with the monster. Luke got a good deep fisting after that. And so it went, massive toy after massive toys, then deep, rough, fisting. They had been at this stage for something like four hours. Right now, they were back in a relax mode, with just two hard cocks and a swollen, painful yet begging boy hole. Several times already they’d DP’d the boy and then relaxed on the comfortable floor. Their big cocks stayed hard, and the slightest movement set Luke to quivering, giving occasional little groans and starts. Jason savored every single act he performed in his sex life, from the loook of alarm when the bottom realized just how long and fat his cock was to the first scream when he lit that boys hole up with a fist full of of Tina. But really, he savored the last few hours of abuse the most, and his best partner in this was Enrique, who loved it just as much as he did. They both loved the quiet times, their big cocks rubbing each other and keeping them hard as they slowly explored the unbelievably fiery and soft tissue of a swollen hole. Jason knew that somewhere in deep Luke’s hide brain, a voice of self-preservation was telling him he should have stopped hours ago (if he’d had any choice in the matter, anyways) but no part of Luke’s brain was controlling him now, for something like 40 hours ago he’d surrendered control of his body to two things: his hole and Tina. And Enrique and Jason kept giving him doses of Tina to keep it that way. After they’d given Luke the huge load of enhanced Tina piss, he’d easily taken their elbows. They then worked and worked his hole to a little past their elbows over several hours. Still not satisfied, they’d bound Luke to a sling and given him the ability to control his own poppers and brought out one of the cruelest and most effective tools in their arsenal. This was a 36 inch long flexible steel cord topped with a 3/4 inch ball that was covered in tiny openings. They filled the large pump that went with it with a gram of Tina, dissolved that with a big load of chempiss from each of them, and then threw in some fisting powder. The resulting mix was guaranteed to cause an equal mix of pain and pleasure to the boy, as well as assure them that Luke would take their biceps. Jason had started out, as he was the acknowledged master of using the thing. Jason used the little ball to gently fuck around inside the boys hole, at that point still open and hungry, then he slid his hand in and positioned the sphere exactly at its widest point in the boys battered inner hole. He pulled the big handle on the pump and the little sphere filled with thick liquid. As a little of that seeped out, Luke made a little sound of pleasure. Jason then looked down at switch near the handle of the second pump. Setting one would delivered a tiny burst of additional liquid into the sphere pushing out a relatively small burst of liquid through the sphere. Bottoms described that as feeling like a little sting of static electricity inside, setting 2, which was larger, like a quick match burn, 3 like a Roman candle was burning inside you and Continuous like a burning log being shoved inside. As expected, Luke enjoyed having setting one used on his inner sphincter. He roared, however when Jason jolted him with a level 2. With each burst his hole would suck the ball inside the hole and Jason would have to go in an align at it widest point. He then gave Luke a three at that point and the screams were sustained. But then what always happened, once the Tina was absorbed a deep hunger took over. Since Jason was interested in getting the boy bicep deep on his and Enrique’s arms, he didn’t turn continuous on. He’d just wanted to get the boys attention and deliver a fresh wave of hunger. Jason pushed the tube in fairly quickly, carefully weaving the little ball as deep as he could. It was a famously difficult toy and had been designed that way. The steel tubing was flexible, but demanding, and it put tension on the colon to remain straight. The little ball was hard. He’d created it to use for super deep opening and also for torture. He’d once been paid by a Leather man in Berlin to punish his boy (and long time boyfriend) because he’d caught him stealing drugs. The boy—Frederick—had been gorgeous, brown hair and big brown eyes, broad shoulders, six pack, hard bubble ass and a real masochist. The top and his friends had brutally fisted Frederick for over 24 hours before Jason arrived. Frederick had been bound to the sling, immobilized and despite Jason’s urging, was given no poppers. Although the boy had a tough hole, the brutality had swelled his hole nearly shut. Jason had lubed everything up and started pushing, slowly but steadily, until the hose was half buried. Even though Frederick was an experienced bottom it was becoming agony, and he was crying and begging. Then he turned the pump to continuous flow and pumped, Frederick screaming and yelling, until the hose was buried all the way. After that, Frederick took everybody’s arm shoulder deep that night. Once Jason had blasted Luke’s second ring several times, the little ball began it’s descent deeper and deeper into Luke’s hole. Jason had given the boy the big concentrated Tina blasts as a kindness—unlike what his master had demanded for Frederick, for Luke Jason wanted to build a hunger to help offset the pain. The blasts of Tina helped Luke take the tube deep, but they soon got past the point where nothing had gone before. Jason moved slowly and deliberately, telling the boy to push out gently as he felt the way. All of the deep enemas had straighten the hole out slightly, but the hard metal ball and the insistent steel tube became harder and harder to take. Jason pushed very very slowly, moving carefully and mindful of twist and turns, but Jason was determine Luke’s hole should conform to his demands. Jason pushed Luke well past the point of kindness, well past the point of decency, well past what Luke could take. Luke was in sheer agony, as the tiny hard ball went deeper and deeper. When there were about three inches of the toy left, when Luke’s body was a richtus of pain and he was screaming and crying at the same time, Jason gave him one squirt of level two. Luke roared and then within seconds the hole opened and Jason pushed again very very slowly, and at first it was easier for Luke, but soon it wasn’t. Luke was crying again, groaning, and pleading “I will do anything, please, sir, please, it’s two deep.” Jason slapped Luke’s ass, “I decide what too deep, dumb whore.” As Luke screamed as his hole tightened hard around the cruel metal, Jason said, “But I can be a nice guy, so I will give you some Tina deep inside to help you finish but if I do that then Enrique’s is going to do the same thing to you with the bigger ball, it’s twice the size.” Jason said. Luke’s eyes were wide in terror but he needed the agony to end,and so he nodded. So Jason turned on the continuous flow and started slowly slowly pushing, as Luke’s roared in burning pain. As big waves of Tina took over and his colon opened up ahead of the little ball and he took the entire tube and three quarter of the shaft with one big roar. Jason gently fucked the boy as the Tina continued to take over, ever pushing the limits of the boys depth. Satisfied that the Tina was in full swing, he deep fisted the boy, pleased to see that his elbow was going smoothly in now and the hole was opening up. He removed his arm and got a silicon deep stretcher about one inch wide and threaded completely inside the boy’s hole. Despite the 1/2 thick stretch, the boy was in pig heaven and ate up the pain. Enrique was working quickly, eager for his turn to open the boy with one of his favorite instruments. “Desperate boys do stupid things,” Enrique grinned, dumping a half of Tina into the pump. He then opened an ecstasy capsule into it as well and then both men contributed chempiss filling this much larger pump to the brim. This time Enrique threw in a much larger amount of lube powder, enough to make the liquid chempiss a thick fisting lube. Meanwhile, Jason had tied Luke down on a fisting bench. His arms and shoulders were taut, flat against the bench, and he was tied so his back was arched. He had leeway to shift his ass slightly to the right or left, but his legs were solidly tied down. Luke would not escape the pain he’d agreed to. Luke was begging for use, and Jason had stuffed two depth challengers deep in his hole. Enrique pulled out the depth challenger and pushed the larger metal sphere until Luke’s ass. It went in smoothly to about the depths of he and Jason’s elbows, but then it began to hit territory where only the smaller sphere and gone. Enrique was gentle but insistent and at first Luke struggled a bit. Then, the Tina clicked with something in the darkest recesses of his brain and he began to breathe evenly, moaning softly. Enrique could see Luke was doing as Jason had instructed, alternating between his ass sucking on the ball and gently pushing out. Enrique kept at it, moving very slowly but not stopping. “Somebody is a bigger buttboy whore than he’s been letting on,” Enrique said. “Hurts so good, daddy, hurts so good.” With about five inch’s left the hurt began to overwhelm the good. Enrique just said, “Gotta take it all, whore.” For the last three inchs, which Enrique gave the boy very, very slowly, Luke was rigid, paralyzed, feeling the penetration deep in his guts. When the thing was all in, with the pump cylinder just at the boys sagging anus Enrique stopped. Luke was still immobilized, shaking, and he gave a long low gutteral groan. Both Jason’s big Italian cock and Enrique big Latin cock were rock hard and dripping again. Luke looked so hot. His defined musculature, made even more visible by his dehydration from the Tina, was dripping sweat. His face moved from absolute pleasure to pain, back and forth, as the reality of having something twice the size as the last thing to go there deep, deep, in his hole warred with the budding asspig masochism reavealed by the drygs. Enrique waited, jacking his big dripping cock until the boy settled, still breathing heavily but beginning to relax. Enrique moved his hand down and pulled the ball back out about six inches. Then he moved his hand and the hose from the center to the left of Luke’s anus and he slowly began to push, subtly changing the angle of penetration. Luke handled about an inch of this well, but after that his breath started becoming ragged and his moans turned to cries, until finally he was rigid and shouting until the little ball was all the way in. Enrique repeated this over and over, changing the angle all around Luke’s ass, moving around like clockwork, moving from the left then above, then to the right, then below. Each time was no easier than Luke for the last, and Enrique moved extremely slowly, but to prevent injury but to make the painful stretch last as long possible. Jason and Enrique grinned and their cocks jumped at every moan and cry—this was one of their favorite things to do—and while an experienced buttpig like Frederick, might be tortured this deep for an hour or two, with the top moving incredibly slowly getting all twelves angles of the clock, Luke was not there yet. He was a bubbling crying mess, moaning and shrieking in agony. And so Enrique pulled back out to the six inch point, lined the hose up straight and flipped the switch to continuous flow, and handed the pump handle to Jason. “On my mark,” Enrique whisphered and began to push a little faster. The boys inner hole was loosened but even more tender from the torture and at about the three inch mark he shrieked and went rigid. Enrique pushed about an inch more then said, “Now.” As Jason began pumping Luke’s screams got louder as Enrique pushed slowly, the ball lubed by the potent extra charged chempiss and ecstasy going to the boys deepest hole with the force of a slam. Enrique pushed and pushed, letting the ball go deeper and deeeper. The potent lube was kicking in so quickly the Luke’s hole accepted the ball easily until it got to the point—about half way—where the little ball had stopped moving inside him. But Enrique was determined to really fuck the boy up so he kept pushing as Luke screamed and screamed as the big ball pierce through new tender colon flesh until the pump column—wider and longer itself—was lodged 3/4 way in the boys hole still pumping out burning tina-chempiss-ecstasy lube. Luke remained rigid, panting, while Jason pumped and pumped until it was gone. Then Jason quickly loosened the leather strap immobilizing Luke’s back, and within seconds Luke arched and moved his back as his inner muscles struggled around the big ball, the pull to straighten of the long thin tube, the big metal pump tube and the about two liters of supercharged pussy-maker lube. Finally, Luke gave a big arch and then pushed his ass up to the position of submission, and lay panting. A second later he groaned, and cried out, “Ooooohhh Fuuuuck, fuuuuck, fuck.” Jason grinned and reached around in front of Enrique and pushed the cylinder until he could feel the big thick metal pole enter the boys second sphincter. He pushed a bit more until Luke went rigid and screamed and then he stopped, with about an inch of the thick steel cylinder lodged inside the boys second hole. They let Luke adjust fully and soon he was clearly opening up, so they pulled the column and the tube out about eight inches this time and slowly fucked the bigger ball at the end of the steel tube and the dump cylinder into Luke’s hole, not stopping until they’d reached the point where the thick steel pump column was about an inch inside Luke’s second hole. They did this about five times until they could do the whole journey without Luke going rigid and then they pulled everything out. Jason stepped in, quickly burying his thick hairy arm in Luke’s quivering hot quim. The huge amount of Tina and ecstasy coursing in the boys body made him open smoothly to the big clenched fist, Jason easily got the boy open to the bottom of his huge bulging bicep with just a few punchs. Luke pushed back on each one, a full and eager participant in his own defilement. Enrique brought over a heavy duffel bag and laid out a assortment of long depth trainer tools, from sleek columns to ones with insulating ripples to long, somewhat stiff beaded poles. Each tool had a strap customized into the bottom so that once the tool was buried in the boy, they could wrap the strap tightly around the wrist and continue pushing the tool as deep into the boy as it would go. Jason smiled and ignored the first couple of smooth long tools and chose one a bit wider than the diameter of the small ball. “No use wasting time,” he grinned, threading the tool into Luke’s hole. The thing slide in easily and Jason grinned and lopped the thing around and kept pushing. Luke arched his back in pleasure, pleading “Yea, daddy, stretch my boy pussy deep, fucking stretch, oh, owww, oh yeah daddy, hurt my cunt a little.” And so stretch Luk’s hole did, threading wider and wider tools deep into his cunt not stopping until their biceps were buried and Luke had been in pain for an inch or two. Every once in a while they’d ask him if he wanted to stop, knowing his answer would be “No, please, daddy, I need my boy cunt stretched bigger, daddy please no.” Jason and Enrique took turns deep fisting the boy and threading the ever larger dildos deep, pressing their fists through Luke’s second hole with the monster dildos moving ahead, the straps built into their bases wrapped tightly around the wrists and fists, making their fucks 15, 20,30 inch’s deeper than their arms. Without a dildo ramming ahead, Luke eventually took their fists to about mid biceps, but it was clear that would be the limit. Since the boys deepest parts were swelling shut, the two top men switched to huge wide dildos, driving tools as large as 17 inch’s around up the boys willing boy pussy. They abused his hole with the giant dildos for about an hour before his second hole started swelling up, and then they shallow fucked him and punched his outer hole until that closed up. They put him up in the sling, gave him a small hit of Tina and a bottle of poppers, and then each slowly fucked Luke with one of the thickest toys he had taken in each category, then deep fisted him gently but determinedly, then a good hard punching at the end. They were gentle—except for the punching at the end, which was full bore no matter how much Luke screamed—until Luke’s hole was so tender he was begging for a break.

The Fourth Day of Christmas Getting permission to leave for a few days was more difficult than I expected. Mom had made plans to have family game nights over the weekend and wasn’t expecting to get to see so little of me because of Chett. She liked him, though, so it was hard for her to square those two impulses. Dad also was more of a problem than I expected him to be. “Look, Jordy, I’m glad that you’re rekindling your friendship with a guy you cared about in high school, but I am worried about the amount of time you are spending with him. You can’t afford to be distracted now while you put together your materials for college.” He was intent on me making a decision about my future before the break was over. “Is Chett a good influence on you?” “Chett has done nothing but been a great influence,” I said. “He’s always been there to support me and prove to me that you can be a good person and someone I want to emulate. He took his dreams and ran with them all the way to New York, and I think that is brave and smart.” My dad didn’t look convinced, but after another hour of dinnertime conversation and slow debate, my parents decided to let me leave. Once I finished dinner and my washing-up chores, I zipped to my room to start throwing things into a duffle for the weekend. I was zipping my toiletries into a bag when my dad came into my room and sat on the corner of the bed. “Hey Jordy, before you go out with Chett, I just wanted to ask you if you had really thought about everything you are doing. . .” He squirmed uncomfortably and continued, “you know, just, about your future and how being. . . the way you are might make things harder.” Anger, fear, shame — emotions kept swirling in my head and I could feel my stomach churning. Dad couldn’t look at me, so I figured he knew about me. “Dad, I am gay. Is that what you’re talking about?” Dad’s shoulders slumped forward and his head hung even lower. “Yes, that is what I’m talking about. You know how the faith teaches us we should live. Are you going to turn your back on your beliefs and what you know to be good and true?” His voice trailed off in total desolation. I took a deep breath, “I need you to look me in the eyes so you can see my honesty. Dad, I love you, mom, and the rest of the family. You try so hard to do the right thing and make sure that we are taken care of. I will never be ungrateful for that. But you need to realize that I have to be free to make my own decisions about my beliefs; I have to be free to be myself. You and mom did your best to raise me, and while I am still under your roof I will respect you as well as I can, but this is my life to live.” Dad’s gaze held mine for a moment before he spoke. “You’re right. I just want to make sure you are safe, secure, happy, and successful. I can’t help feeling that being gay and out might make all of those things more difficult, and I just want what is best for you.” “It might be more difficult, but it wouldn’t be living a lie. I can’t be anyone I am not just to make other people happy or feel secure.” Dad stood up and held out his hand, “keep your head on your shoulders and know that I love you, son.” I batted his hand away and hugged him tight. “I’m going to do what I can to be the best, truest person to myself I can be. Thanks for looking out for me.” As we broke apart and he started toward the door he said, “I really like that Chett guy, and I can tell he makes you happy. Just make sure that you are staying healthy and he’s treating you right. I wouldn’t want you to have to deal with consequences of any decisions you make now.” His thinly veiled allusion to HIV was not lost on me and I rolled my eyes. “Yes, dad, I will do my best to stay healthy. * * * * * Sleeping was fitful that night. I kept having these strange dreams where I would have this body metamorphosis of turning from the skinny geek I was to a more imposing man and back again. Another dream saw me on my back, ankles by my ears getting plowed by Chett, but he kept having these rolling muscle protrusions on his skin making him look almost alien. I woke up covered in sweat and sticky semen, which I transferred from my abs to my mouth with my fingers before falling back asleep. Crazy fever dreams over, I got ready and was just brushing my hair when I heard the knock on the door. I finished with my hair when the bathroom door opened and I was literally swept off my feet and into an embrace with Chett, mouths colliding in frantic heat. Once he put me back down and our eyes met, I felt a familiar tugging in my chest as if I couldn’t physically escape him. He grinned at me and I couldn’t help but grin back. We left the bathroom, I picked up my duffle bag and made my way to the kitchen where my parents were there. “We’re off.” “Don’t abuse Chett’s hospitality and make sure you are getting enough sleep,” my mom said as she wrapped me in a hug. “I hope you boys have a good time out there!” Dad didn’t say anything other than, “be good,” before shaking my hand and Chett and I darted out of the house. I threw my bag into his car and we hit the road listening to an old playlist we had made before he left for college, just two guys in love headed away for a few days on their own. When we were halfway out of the city, I turned down the music and rested my hand on Chett’s arm. “I missed you so much. It is great that you were able to get this place reserved for us with the rest of your family.” Chett grinned under his sunglasses. “It wasn’t too hard. My parents don’t like going out during the winter because it can get kind of cold and drafty in the house if you get lazy with keeping the wood stove lit. I don’t mind stoking the fire, and I don’t think staying warm is going to be anything that we need to worry about.” He turned his head to look at me and took one hand off the steering wheel and gently stroked up my leg until he fondled my crotch. The exhalation I let out told him that he had hit his mark, and his grin widened even farther. We made more small talk as the interstate changed to the highway, which changed to a county road, before becoming a gravel track headed into the Missouri hills. Once we finally got out of the car, I was ready to stretch a bit and was aching to get to hold Chett again. We made quick work unloading the car into the cabin before we changed our sneakers for hiking boots and headed out into the woods. Even though it was winter, the unseasonably warm temperatures had all the animals out making noise and enjoying the sunshine. We walked for about an hour before we made it to the local waterfall and stopped and just relaxed in each other’s presence. “While this feels good, I wonder what we could get up to behind the waterfall?” “Fuck, Jordy, all you want is my body!” Chett teased. But he got up and reached out his hand for mine and hauled me onto my feet. “Last one behind has to bring in firewood the rest of the night.” Chett took off like a shot. “Dammit! I just wanted sex!” I was picking my way over the rocks more carefully and hit a particularly dicey path when I felt myself overbalancing. “Shit, shit, shit, shit,” I chanted as I began a tumble into the stream. At the last second, I could feel a strong hand grab the back of my shirt and get me steadily back on my feet. “Are you okay?” Chett’s voice sounded worried. “Do you want to go back?” The adrenaline coursing through my body was uncontrollable. “Yeah, that is probably for the best.” We made quick work of scrambling back down the path and were within sight of the cabin before too long. I felt like I was still unsteady on my feet as we packed into the big central room and Chett lit the fire in the stove. “That was fun to spend some time together.” I was chatty now that I was shivering more from the cold than the rush of fight-or-flight. “I wish I could see you all the time and be a part of your life.” Chett got up from the stove, “we should be warm in a few minutes.” He shuffled back toward me and grabbed a blanket to wrap around both of us on the couch. “I wish you could have every moment of my life. You have done more for me than I will ever be able to thank you for.” I let him slowly work his hands under my shirt and start playing with my nipples as my breath hitched. “Chett, you drive me wild.” I searched to mate our mouths together, but he moved his head back. “Jordy, I need you to understand that I feel like we are deeper than friends or boyfriends, even. Am I crazy to think that?” Overtaken by the horniness his nipple action was coaxing, I responded with a breathy “yeah” before letting my head fall back as nerve endings across my body popped like fireworks. He attacked my exposed neck with his mouth and tongue as I got lost in the overwhelming sensations again. My hips began moving on their own accord, inviting him to move his hands lower and take what was his. “Well, we definitely have things to talk about while we are up here, but first, I think I should get to taste some of that precum soaking through your pants.” He kissed down my chest while I shimmied out of my shirt and he began working on taking off my pants. My cock free of the elastic confines of his underwear sprang up and his mouth zeroed in on its target, claiming my manhood in a single swallow. To say I didn’t last long was an understatement. He barely made it up and down twice on my dick before I was filling his stomach with my cum. He continued to swallow, using his neck muscles to massage my cock as he milked me dry. I collapsed after that orgasm while he continued his licking ministrations down my taint and eventually grabbed my legs and threw them over his shoulder as he ground his tongue into my hole. My brain was still swimming in post-orgasm bliss when he sank all the way into my hole while staring me straight in the eyes, his familiar maniacal glint behind his irises. He fucked nice and slow, letting me feel every inch, changing his thrusting position to better access my prostate and cajole more precum from me. “I love that you are so caring right now, but I need you to ravish me, Chett.” As if he had been waiting for the command, his hips and powerful legs went into overdrive pounding his meat into my body. I felt my hole gape and lose all sense of propriety as he continued to assault my second ring. Sweat drops dripped onto my lips from his face. I snaked a tongue out tasting his salty body as he roared and buried himself to the hilt. “Feel my fucking sting!” * * * * * We continued on that path for the rest of the day. I ended up with six of his loads before he was just dribbling cum out of his slit. I was thoroughly wrecked and I felt like my body had been beaten senseless. We finally made it into the bedroom and spooned each other while we fell asleep. Chett’s cock made its home in between my cheeks, ever so gently playing with my gaping hole. Before we fell asleep, I turned to catch the side of Chett’s cheeks with my lips. “Thank you for everything. I don’t know how I will ever repay you and allow you to feel as good as you have helped me feel.” Chett was silent for a moment before he said, “don’t worry about it. I have wanted to share this part of myself with you for a long time. And tomorrow we have a lot to talk about and figure out. I hope that you know how deep my feelings for you go.” I could feel him backing away from saying something so I simply said, “if they are as deep as I feel toward you, nothing can come between us. Ever.” Chett’s arms pulled me closer to his chest as he whispered, “I hope you’re right.”

The first time I took a dick raw was first guy inwas with, when he took my cherry. We had met on yahoo personals. And. I wasn't at his place 10 minutes before we were naked in his bed room and I was sucking on his thick, 9 inch long cock. Within a few minutes, not only was I blowing him but was working a dido in and out of my hoke to loosen it up. I looked at him and told him I wanted him in me. He got up and started to put on a condom and I simply said he didn't have to wear that if he didn't want to. The condom came off and I was on my hand and knees feeling him slowly slide into.my hole. He didn't last long that time. Maybe 5 minutes before the was filling my cunt with his cum....but it was the first of many times that weekend.

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

As long as you are sticking your dick in me I will be whatever you want to call me

True but I didn't want to give the impression life as a poz man on meds is a total bowl of cherries. It's certainly much better in the 2020s than it was 10, 15, 20 or more years ago.

Thanks for that interesting perspective, 1hornyjohn. When a guy comes to the conclusion that he's able to get all the sleazy sex he wants, and do so in relative safety from serious illness, why not enjoy that advantage? Yes, there are medications that will preserve life, and allow a guy to indulge in sexual behavior that he needs in relatively good health. Yes, there are occasional infections from the lesser bugs that have been around forever, and are easily treated. But virtually complete protection from a disease that ripped through our community, killing many and emotionally injuring countless more, is an enormous accomplishment. We should be thanking whatever we pray to that we can continue our fantastically beautiful lives, in whatever way we need to live those lives, and in relatively great sexual health.

Upstairs, Peter was bent over the sofa being fucked by an old man with spindly legs and whispy white hair. He had a nice cock though, as I watched it sliding in and out of Peter's arse. I went over and tapped him on the shoulder. He looked round and grinned, raising an eyebrow and licking his lips as his body shook to the old man's thrusts.

Woke up horny. Hit up a cute guy visiting the area for Mardi Gras on scruff. He came over and looked really young. I literally hard to card him. Once he had shown me his ID, he started to slap me around. He had been out at the parades all weekend and hadn’t showered and was ripe. Made me worship his feet, balls and pits. Slapped me around a bit and spit in my mouth. Made me deep throat him. He had a decent 8” cock. After about ten minutes of deep throating, he said, “I’m ready to fuck your pussy.” He pushes my face down with his hand then placed his right foot over my face and started to fuck. Pile driver. He fucked hard and rough. I didn’t have much of a choice and after about twenty minutes of assault on my ass he told me, “Now you’re gonna get pregnant.” And started to ejaculate. I felt volley after volley. He came for what seemed like forever. And when he was done, he quickly pulled out. Slapped my face and said, “Card me again bitch.”

Part 6 Although it was his intent to try to get some rest before the big night ahead, Rob was just too horned up to do so. He paced around his hotel room like a caged animal waiting for his next meal. He did manage, through the use of a cold shower, to get his raging cock to go down long enough to remove the cock ring which helped some. He understood how it made his cock standout in the gear but it was starting to hurt after a couple hours of wearing it and he wanted his cock and balls to swing free. He could literally feel the cum building inside. His hormones were raging so hard he couldn’t think straight. Whatever pussy boy bottom got the first load of the night, was going to have their ass flooded for sure. To kill a little time he worked to add the new pictures of himself to his Grindr, A4A and BBRT profiles. His phone was going crazy with messages as he made the updates. The new pics were certainly drawing additional attention just as he hoped. The whores were going to just have to wait. This was hands-down the best vacation he had ever had and the thought of him having sex constantly for the next week was driving him crazy. The clock seemed to be moving so slowly. Finally it was time to leave and meet Nick at the leather store. He put on his gear and checked himself out in the mirror. “You are one hot mother-fucker!” The reflection in the mirror smiled in agreement. Rob threw on a pair of basketball shorts and an oversized T-shirt and headed to the elevator. At first he thought he might be out of place in shorts and black boots as he walked through the crowds on Bourbon Street, but Nick was right, there was a little bit of everything and he just blended in with the crowd. He arrived at “Master’s Nick’s” a few minutes before 10. Nick smiled as Rob entered the store “Right on time: you must be ready to play!” “You know it!” replied Rob. “Let’s go then, my car is at the loading dock in back, we can cut thru the store.” Nick pointed to the new black BMW and said “Hop in!” “This is a nice car man; the store must do a lot of business for you to be able to afford a ride like this.” Nick smirked and replied, “I actually have a couple of businesses that do quite well; the leather store is just the tip of the iceberg.” As they drove through the streets, Nick explained that sometimes the group had special themes to keep things interesting at the parties but tonight was just a basic gangbang with several bottoms lined up for use. “You are free to play with whoever you want, but the dedicated bound bottoms will be at stations across the play area; they’ll be naked and will all have a pink woven band on their ankle so there is no confusion.” “Speaking of bands, as a guest they will give you a black and blue arm band to identify you,” explained Nick. “It help guys to notice you and welcome you to the party; it’s also a signal with the blue stripe that you are a Top and they shouldn’t try to push you to do anything you don’t want to do.” “Wow, Nick it sounds like there’s a lot of organization and detail that goes into these parties,” replied Rob. “There is, but we have been doing these parties for a long time and we have found the details help insure everyone has a good time.” Nick then explained some of the etiquette about not hogging a bottom for a long time and how to rotate around the room. “Oh, I almost forgot one great perk as a guest; that arm band acts almost like an express pass at an amusement park and if there is a big group waiting to use a bottom it gets you to the front of the line to ride first.” Rob laughed “Well in that case I will make sure I wear that band prominently over my bicep all night!” The car pulled up to a security shack at the entrance to a fenced yard next to a large warehouse. Nick rolled down his window and waved to the guard. “ Good evening Billy, I think we are going to have a crowd tonight; when you get done with your shift feel free to come in for a little fun before you go home.” Billy nodded; hit the button to open the gate and waved Nick and Rob through. “I don’t know what I expected, but this warehouse is quite a big structure; how guys are going to be at this party?” “This is a working warehouse; we only use a small portion of it for parties and events.” “We actually utilize most of the space to store stock for the store and run our internet businesses. There are offices inside for some the internet group and even a small gym so they can work out because they spend so much time here.” Rob got a surprised look on his face and said, “That is a great perk; wish I had a gym that was so convenient back home.” Nick pulled his car into a reserved spot near a side door, turned off the engine and popped open the trunk. As they got out of the car, Nick walked to the back of the car and said “I’m going to leave some of my stuff in the car that way I don’t have to mess with picking it up later; you are welcome to do the same.” He then stripped off his shirt and jogging pants to reveal a leather vest and laced leather football shorts. Rob stared a little, he had figured Nick had a good build from when they met at the store, but it was obvious his normal clothes hid a lot. He then followed Nick’s lead and stripped down to the gear he had purchased earlier in the day and laid his the extra clothes in the trunk. “Ready? – Let’s go.” Once inside, they walked up to a counter area and as Nick had mentioned earlier in the day, the guest application was ready and waiting. Rob signed the waiver without reading it and was handed the black and blue arm band that Nick had earlier described. He stretched the band over his right bicep as the staff member at the counter clicked the door lock to let them enter the party area. Rob couldn’t believe his eyes; this place was like something in his wildest fantasies. There was already a crowd and the smell of sex was in the air. With the lighting and music playing Rob felt like he had stepped into a porn movie. The first thing he noticed was a boy in a box right inside the door. All you could see was his head sticking out of a hole in the top. The boy’s head was right at crotch level. Seeing the surprised look on Rob’s face, Nick explained, “Oh that’s the greeter for this evening, feel free to use its mouth to get yourself slicked up and ready; if you need a fluffer later between loads feel free to partake of its mouth again as well.” “Awesome!” Rob removed the cod piece and stuck his cock in the open mouth. Nick took the neoprene piece from Rob and said “Let me run this out to the car; it looks like you won’t be wearing it tonight.” Rod was enjoying the mouth on his cock when Nick returned. “Let me show around.” The tour started at the refreshment stand. “This is kind of a hub of activity around here,” stated Nick. “You can get a drink, any enhancement you may want, it’s an open bar that comes with admission.” “You can get condoms here too but they aren’t necessary to play; hardly anyone uses them at these parties.” “This is also where we gather the feedback on the bottoms’ performances.” Nick pointed to a couple of tablets at the end of the bar, “ After you have used a bottom please give us some feedback on their performance; things like whether they were tight enough for you, whether they coaxed a load out of you and how enthusiastic they were in serving you, whether you felt any teeth etc. etc.“ “We use the feedback for future parties to determine whether to use a bottom again and also to identify their strengths and weaknesses so we know what activity to assign them to.” Nick grabbed one of the tablets and hit the menu icon. “The tablets also have this useful feature to search where a particular bottom is located.” He pressed another button and some face and ass pictures came up. Nick showed Rob the screen and asked “See anything of interest?” Rob pointed to a young looking red-headed jock with a smooth bubble ass, “What about him?” Nick hit the pic and the screen indicated he was currently at fuck bench #2. “Good choice, he’s very popular; you can see from the feedback that the Tops love the way he moans and begs for cock." "Grab a drink and follow me.” Nick winked at the bartender as Rob ordered a Jack and Coke just so he knew to add just enough XTC and Viagra to keep Rob “enthused” and in a party mood. With drinks in hand, the pair wandered back further into the party. As they walked Nick pointed to the right, “Over there is the wet area if you need to take a piss. We try to keep any water sports activity back there.” “There are always a couple of bottoms stationed there to drink your piss or wherever else you might want to put it.” One thing Rob noticed is that there were a lot of large screens showing porn throughout the space. ”What’s up with all the porn playing," asked Rob; “seems like you’d just want it in one area if people wanted to take a break from the sex versus having them everywhere.” Nick chuckled, “I guess it technically is porn, but in reality we have closed-circuit cameras at all the play areas; what you are seeing is live action of what is happening in that area.” “It helps people locate activities they want to participate in as well as giving people a birds eye view of the action in case they can’t get close enough to fully appreciate it.” Nick pointed to left, “ See that screen there?, see the caption says fuck bench #2; that’s your ginger bottom being fucked by that big bear right now.” They made their way to fuck bench #2 and sure enough a large hairy bear of a guy was pounding the hell out of the ginger’s ass. His moans were somewhat muffled since his mouth was filled with big black cock of another party attendee. “Gentlemen, we have a visitor here, how about letting him use this bottom to dump his first load of the night?” announced Nick as they walked up to bound bottom. The cocks were removed from both ends and the crowd formed a circle around the fuck bench. “He’s all yours- if you need me for anything just ask around; anyone with a red bicep band is on staff they can find me.” “Have fun!” With that, Nick walked away into the crowd. Rob stepped up to the red head’s upturned and spread ass and aimed his cock at the winking pink hole. He still looked fairly tight despite the pounding he was taking when they had walked up. He stuck two fingers in the hole and the bottom moaned and cried out “Please fuck me!” The ass didn’t seem to be flooded with cum yet. Rob glanced down and saw a bottle labeled “T Lube”. He squirted some in his palm and coated his cock. He squirted a small amount more onto the hole in front of him and roughly worked it in with his fingers. With one stroke he buried his cock balls deep in the ginger’s pink hole. “Time to flood this hole,” shouted Rob. The bottom cried out in ecstasy. The surrounding audience cheered.

hot story.... I love getting a massage and like hunting Craigslist for new ones.... love the hunt of wondering if it is just going to be a 'massage' or more,,, but there is one MT I go to a couple times a year.... started going to his studio, C is a really great guy and gives an amazing massage, so even though it was just a 'massage' I kept going back,,, over time the 'massage' became a little more. C started wearing baggy shorts and making sure that his crotch was pressed into my cupped hands frequently, he would also get up on the table to work on my back and ass, after after a few more sessions he started paying more attention to my cock and ass (and I would play with his cock through his shorts,,,, he has a REALLY nice cock,,,, long and fat when hard) but never went all the way. the one problem I had (asside from blue balls) was that I was sooo mellow after the massage that the drive home was always tricky - afraid I would fall asleep at the wheel then one time he mentioned in passing that he did out calls,,, so I booked an apointment,,, the only room in my palce big enough for him to set up his table is the living room and so as it was winter I had my gas fireplace turned on,,,, that was the only light in the room, well it seems that fires really turn him on (or maybe that is just the excuse he uses) I think it is also being at my place rather than his studio, as that first massage he ended up naked and we ended with his cock in my mouth while he gave me the best hand job and he gave me a big load in my mouth..... the next time after he got set up he asked if he could shower as he was a little sweaty,,,, i got him a towel and he didnt bother putting his shorts back on, so this time when he got up on the table to work on my back and ass, I felt his hard massive cock rubbing up my crack, I lifted my ass up a bit to give him the hint and he played a bit but then got off the table and continued the massage,,,, but paying a lot of attention to my ass, and soon he was back up on the table, and this time as he wa sliding his cock up and down my crack I reached back and guided his raw oil coverd cock iinto me, he pushed in, I am mostly a top and hadnt been fucked in a few years,,, and C is really big but I was so mellow from the massge that I was able to take him.... soon he was on layimg on top of me,,,, feeling his weight on me (he is a big guy over 6' and around 200lb.....) it felt really good as he stared to fuck me..... he asked if I was OK, was this OK.....I assured him it was great..... he fucked for awhile and then I could feel him cumming,,,, he lay on top of me for awhle and then got up and continued the massage as if nothing had happend, as if he had not just fucked me raw and dumped a load of cum in me,,,, I have had a few more sessions with him, each going the sameway,,,, writing this it reminds me that I need to call an make an appointment, it would be great if he got more verbal while he was fucking me,,,, and I would love to know if he was poz or neg,,,,