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I went along to this for the first time. I haven't been to the LC before and things seemed to align - a cheap hotel room nearby (Zedwell) - and a party that people have recommended. If you've not been to the LC then it's a similar deal to Bunker or Underground Club, but larger, cleaner and better maintained. There's a bar and bathrooms on the ground floor, and stairs down to the basement - which looked to be to be about 2.5x bigger. The basement has an outdoor smoking patio and lot of dark corners to play in - a couple of well set up slings and other bits of equipment. Rawhide is a dress code event - black leather black rubber and boots. I was worried it might be full of twinky guys in puppy masks but it wasn't and the crowd reminded me of Backstreet, but with a much friendlier atmosphere. It has a really nice vibe to it. Plenty of fun to be had - I started out in the darker area to build some confidence and tried to get some group fun going by playing with one guy and then as others draw close involving them in the fun too. It was dark so I didn't really pay much attention to who or count how many - just got lost in the moment, I guess. Highlight was one of the younger guys in leather harness who cornered me. I hadn't paid him much attention because I usually end up playing with older and more bearish guys. I'd seen him getting fucked earlier on by a couple of leather guys, so assumed he was a bottom. But no... after some initial exploration he said the magic words - "Get in the sling, I wanna fuck you". I didn't need to be told twice! I hopped in and I was wearing a butt plug to keep my hole a bit stretched and keep any loads inside. He pulls it out - and then makes a show of licking it and then sucking on it. Looks like he's my kind of pig! After he's done I proffer to hold it so he has his hands free, but he has other ideas, and pops it in his own hole for safekeeping. Next he gets up to speed with fucking and he's not gentle at all. I'm encouraging him to dig harder and deeper. The scaffold supporting the sling is shaking and creaking with our momentum. He doesn't take long to nut - and when he does he stays inside a moment. When we regain our breath and composure he extracts my plug from his hole and uses it to plug mine and seal his cum inside - as he pushes it in, I can feel it's slick with whatever cum and juices it picked up from his hole. So lots of cock, but only one load - although I like to think sharing that plug meant I got more than a few second hand ones 😉

This will be a relatively short story, based a little on real events, but also greatly exaggerated. Also im not a writer and I know this so sorry about any Grammer issues lol. Me and my husband are relatively open, we often look for a third for the bedroom. Well lately we both got into the idea of fucking in a public area, to put on a show. We didn't know where to start so decided on the local bathhouse. Flex here in cleveland. I wanted to make it a little exciting. I wanted to get cuffed in a swing. This excited the both of us, he loves being in complete control. So on a Saturday night, we grabbed our cuffs and headed to the local bathhouse. It was alot busier than we thought (probably because it was a Saturday night). Now we've been here once before on a much slower night, so we had a general understanding of the layout. We decided we would use the swing thats in its own tucked away room, there was just a door with a padlock, and red-light. He helped get me in the swing and cuffed my hands and feet to the straps so I couldn't pull away. Then he put a ballgag and blindfold on me, to help with the roleplay of it all. I wanted to feel like I had no control and just feel like a hole. Well while we were setting up a couple people saw and stayed for the show. He lubed up, taking his time to put on a show, and slowly started to enter me. He was getting me nice and open before he really started to fuck my hole. He was going so hard I thought the swing was going to come falling off, it felt like he was trying to break my hole. He was putting on one hell of a show, calling me a stupid cumdump slut for getting tied in a swing for men to use. He was really turning me on, I could hear guys cheering him on. "Fuck yeah breed his little ass" "fill that little cumslut" and so on. I was in complete ecstacy. I could feel a couple hands on my thighs and felt someone who must have been jacking from the show shoot on my thigh and balls. This sent my husband over the top and he jack hammered in to me 3-4 times shooting his load deep into my hole before collapsing ontop of me. "Fuck that was hot, hope you guys enjoyed the show" He pulled out and went to undo my wrist, when another guy lined up and started to enter me. "Hey, we were just putting on a show this is my cumslut, gonna have to find another" I could hear him scoff a bit clearly upset. He slammed balls deep once and pulled out. "Thats cool I'll just bust on him" I could hear people get disappointed that they wouldn't get a turn and the room was emptying out, besides the guy vigorously jerking while massaging my balls/taint. "OH fuck, I don't have the key for the cuffs, SHIT" I felt panic start to set in, am I really stuck in a bathhouse swing??? He's gonna have to go find the key and the only lock for this door is on the inside to the room. My husband pulled the blind fold over my eyes and pulled the ballgag from my mouth. I could finally see, and noticed the muscle daddy still jacking at my hole. "Hey sorry to cut this short but I'm gonna need a minute here alone" I could see the daddy smirk and say okay and walked out. My hubby closed the door to the room. "Okay so I'm going to need to go grab the keys to unlock you, I'm hoping that they're in the car so it should be a quick run to the parking lot. Tho worst case scenario I'm gonna have to run home and grab them" "Really? That's like 30 min away, are you sure you don't have them tucked away somewhere?" "Positive, look I'm going to run and make it as fast as I can, I'll close the door to the room so nobody comes. I'm so sorry" "Uhg it's okay, it was definitely a hot experience just PLEASE make it fast I don't like being alone in this position." "I will don't worry! I'll be right back!" He gave me a kiss took a step out the room looked around to see if there was anybody nearby waiting to use the room. It looked clear so he shut the door and headed out. No more than 2 min after he shut the door, someone was opening it. It was the muscle daddy. "oh I thought you guys were gone by now, he really lost the key?" "Yeah he's running to the car to grab it, he won't be long" "OH okay, well I'll stay and keep you company. There's alot of guys here who would love to take advantage of your position. " "Thanks that's something I was very worried about" I felt nervous especially since he never shut the door after walking in. "Of course, and I'll also finish jacking on your hole while we wait, I help you, you help me. " He walked between my legs and I could feel the tip of his cock brushing on my hole. Playing with the load that was now leaking out of me. "Okay I guess that's fair but, please no fucking" "Thats fine what I'm doing feels amazing and the view ain't bad." He was jacking and brushing my hole with his tip and I could feel him poke ever so slightly into my hole a few times. I let out an involuntary moan because it was just so sensual and hot. That was a mistake. "You like that don't you?" "Yeah it feels good but please remember don't stick it in" "he's really taking his time aint he? I have an idea let's get these back on you first of all." He reached over and pulled my blindfold down and put the ballgag back in my mouth. He started poking his head in and out of my hole. "If your husband can make it back before i cum, then I'll only cum on you, but if he can't . . ." I felt him scoop the load that was shot on me earlier, which he must have used to lube himself up, before slamming into me balls deep pulling me in as he did. All I could do was let out a muffled scream. "You get whored out door open to anyone who wants you" I tried to fight the restraints but it only turned him on more. He started Jack hammering into me. I started freaking out wondering where my husband is . "Looks like we got another crowd forming here. I hope he's fast because bitch I'm getting close." It felt like what must have been 15 minutes by now, did he have to go all the way home? That means I'll be here for another hour alone. I didn't have much time to think however because my rapists pace started to quicken and I could hear him grunting and sure enough o felt it. The unmistakable feeling of a cock twitching shooting rope after rope of cum deep in my ass. "Fuccck that hole is nice and tight, but I don't think it's going to stay that way." I fought the restraints some more. Crying into my gag begging to be left alone. "You trying to turn us on more? Because it's working, love a bottom who squirms" I felt him slowly pulling out, I assume for the unlookers, so I try to push him out faster, big mistake. You could hear a "pop" as his head left my hole followed by the sound of cum pouring from my hole and splashing on the floor. "Welp I don't see him anywhere so it looks like your ass is free game boy." He slapped my ass, pulled out a marker made a tally and started to walk away. "I'm not sure when his husband will be back so if you want to breed his bitch better make it fast" I felt another guy line up and shove balls deep. Making me scream into the gag. "Fucking lucky find, not often we get a no limits cumdump taking loads" "I haven't cum in a few days so your gonna get a big load, fuckkkk and fast too your so wet and tight" I could feel guys on both sides of me rubbing there precum covered cocks on my inner thigh. "Here it cums bitch, fuck yes take this load" He made another tally and I felt another guy take his place and just stopped fighting it, I was just their little rape hole. There wasn't anything I could do. I started to lose track after the 8th guy who raped their load into me, they were so quick one after the other cheering each other on. I felt some of then just shoot their load on my hole while it was still being fucked, another all over my thigh and balls. I was bother covered and filled with so much anon cum. "Damn you've been busy boy" I recognized the voice to be my first rapist "Well I brought you a few gifts for all the hard work you did" I could feel him pressing something into my hole, one, two, three I was starting to feel a little full. "I went around finding all the cum filled condoms I could find for you, could only find 12, now to just pack them deep in you. " He lined up and hammered my hole "Well fuck your not tight anymore, but thats okay I love a sloppy hole" "Gonna give you one last load before you get your final gift" He hammered at my hole hard trying to cum as fast as he could "Fuck yes slut your never going to forget this, fuck here it comes" He breed me one last time deep. He pulled out and admired my destroyed hole. "Well I promised you 1 final gift" I felt someone line up at my hole and start pushing in what felt like a baseball bat. I was screaming into my gag again trying g to pull away. "Calm down baby I'll open you up first, start nice and slow. This is only the head, we have another 10 inches to go" "I found him fucking some bottom in the asylum, takes him forever to cum." "Yeah everybody struggles to take me, but you'll get the job done right?" "Alright I gotta head out, I work tonight. If you want to make sure you finish you might want to shut and lock the door, his dumb ass husband left to find the keys to unlock him so who knows when he'll be back" "Aight thanks for the heads up, and for the hole, good shit" I was horrified at what was going to happen, I felt him pull out, I heard the door shut and lock latch. What was going to happen to me . . . "Now it's just the two of us. Fuck I'm gonna tear that ass up boy." He lined up again and I kept trying to fight free and stop the assault. "I see you want it rough huh" He grabbed me by the hips with one hand and lined up with his other. And slammed into me balls deep. I never felt that kind of pain before. I was seeing stars it was just too much. "If you wanna fight it ima have to give you all 12 inches the hard way." He started slam fucking me it was too much. "Fuck you can really take some dick, so much Nutt pouring out of you. I can't remember the last time I got to rape fuck a hole, should have started like this" I was struggling to stay conscious it was all so painful he was so deep it hurt so bad. "You might be the first person to make me cum more than once" I couldn't take it anymore and passed out . . . Unknown to me he fucked two loads into me after I passed out as well as 2 more cum filled condoms he was holding onto. I came too when I heard knocking at the door, my big dicked rappist still just taking long slow strokes in my hole. He picked up the marker and made 4 tallies. I also felt him writing underneath them. Before he pulled out. I never felt so empty before. "Hot ass man message me for the content, looks like we're done" I heard him take a few steps back, stand there a moment then I heard a photo shutter, he was taking a picture wtf. "See you around" He turned unlocked the door opened it and left. "Oh shit" My husband was back and quickly got me out of the restraints. Apologizing profusely. I took my blindfold and gag off. "I'm so sorry I had to drive all the way home, then that guy was asking me all kids of questions when I got back about the restraints, and if i ever let other guys fuck you, I'm just so sorry" That asshole kept him distracted to make sure his friend got to finish "It's fine I just need to go to the bathroom" "Of course take your time I'll be in the car unless you want me to come with you? "No I just need my clothes and my phone" "Of course here you go" He went to the car, tho I noticed he was rock hard as he left. I went to the bathroom to wash off and get dressed. I looked in the mirror, and could see on my inner thigh what I counted to be 38 tallies and a phone number. I remembered what the last guy said and decided to text it. "Hey I'm untied, what did you want to show me?" "Hey sexy that ass was hot, I want it again. Here's something to remember it by" He sent me over a picture of me still in the swing, hole gaping and leaking cum and condoms, it looked like I got fucked by the hole bathhouse. I reached for my hole and sure enough I could feel a condom poking out. I decided to just shove it in get dressed and get out of there, I'd take care of it at home. But first I responded back "That was so painful, I've never went thru anything like that. But I can't help but to find it hot in some sick way if you want to rape my hole again let me know" With that I finished getting dressed and went out to meet my husband The end P.s. the real life version of this he did forget the key but it was in the car. And only 2 guys raped my hole (they were watching the show and mad they were teased) before he got back. I didn't want him to feel bad for leaving me there so I just told him it was his cum.

Part 17 I don’t think I ever met all my neighbors at the same time. It was a six-apartment building. So, it was inevitable that I would come across them one day or another. But here we were - me, Magoo, an ex-convict, a 50-something Latino man, a single and divorced man with his son, and another university student I never met – gathered to discuss the eviction letter that we received just before new year. The old apartment building was sold and to be demolished in the following summer. The search for an affordable place was even more difficult than I had anticipated. It wasn’t a surprise. The market speculation has made rent price skyrocket over the last few years, and out of my budget. It seems it was the same for all of us. One fact: we were fucked. By Easter, on our second and last meeting, the father told us that he would move into the basement of a not-so relative cousin. The student, Sebastian, would share an apartment with 5 other ones. The Latino man just nodded to us and left without a word. The ex-convict and Magoo said that they would find something. I was preparing for my final exams, so I had to stop looking for a few weeks. One night, Sebastian showed up unexpected at my door. “I am moving out this weekend. I wanted to let you know”, he said nonchalantly and added with confidence “I know you are gay and want you to blow me” as he grabs his crotch. Just like that. “I am not gay, but I haven’t score lately and I am horny. I figure that you hadn’t any yourself with school and shit” as he gestures with his hand the corridor. In a second, a flash of Magoo, the sex-driven addicted slut that would not hesitate to get on his knees, unzip and pull the pants down and blow feverishly the cock in front him. Regardless of the man. A cock is a cock. That’s what Magoo did for me when we were at AJ’s place. "Well, I can use one of his amazing blowjobs because I am horny like crazy.” I had said which made AJ chuckled. “It was easy, isn’t it?” AJ added. Magoo just grunted and started performing his magic. I don’t know if it is the same for everyone or because my own sexual abstinence of the past weeks, but I was lost in this incredible feeling of the blowjob. I was brought back to reality when a pair of hands started tugging at my shirt. At some point AJ got naked and was now standing behind me with a gorgeous semi-erection. His hands were roaming my body, stretching my nipples as his fingers met them, kissing my neck; and like a mantra, whispering something that would haunt me for many weeks after. “Let it go, boy. This is meant to happen. Let it go” Call me stupid, but this is just what I did that day, I let it go. “Good boy. Become what you should be. Free yourself. Let it go” Magoo wasn’t gentle anymore. He was still sucking me, but also gnawing on the cockhead, foreskin and my piss slit. “Pain is pleasure” had told me Master Eddy once and “experiencing pain in the wake of pleasure is all a good fuckboy deserved”. At the same time AJ bit my neck strong enough to draw some blood. As it leaked, I felt myself in a throe of a rapture and came in Magoo’s mouth. “Let’s continue this in the bedroom” AJ said after Magoo made sure no cum was wasted. Sebastian passed by me and entered the apartment. I closed the door and drop on my knees, my hands reaching for his belt. And just like that, I sucked him like Magoo would do. Like Magoo groomed me to do. In the next hour, I awakened in a daze. I didn’t recognize the room, but Magoo was fucking AJ. I closed my eyes and fell asleep again. I woke up at the feeling of a warm sensation on my nuts. With my legs spread slightly, Magoo was nursing them with his tongue, a finger going back and forth over my ass hole. “What happened?” “You passed out” AJ leaned down and kissed me with a lot of tongue. Magoo took this opportunity to slide two barely lubed fingers in my ass. I tensed, my hole accepting the fingers quite easily. I realized I was a little sore down there. “Sshh… Let him…” AJ kisses me back and starts playing with my nipples again. They were sore which I didn’t recall from earlier. They must have played with them when I was out. “Look at me and keep your mouth open”. I heard a long, deep throat clearing and I saw AJ spit a yellowish slimy loogie which zero-in my throat and made me gag. “Nah nah nah, swallow that, pig boy” AJ mocked me while forcibly put a hand on my mouth. Magoo was going to town on my ass with what I thought was now three fingers. “Open up again” AJ ordered me. He hocked up some more phlegm and spit it again, this time missing my mouth. “Oops” he chuckled. With his fingers he fed me the disgusting slimy substance. I was on autopilot and started sucking them like it was the most delicious thing in the world. Then we made out again, engaging in a tongue battle. “I think he is ready” and without delay Magoo thrusted his long pozzed cock in my ass. I felt a strange burning sensation like I never known before as the old man started fucking me. I kind of lost my thoughts as Magoo was long dicking me. I realized he was fucking me bare! I broke the kiss. “A condom! You need to put a condom!” I said with urgency. Mid-stroke, an exasperated Magoo looked at me and stop fucking. “Get me a condom”, Magoo said to AJ. At this moment, I couldn't have been more prouder of Magoo accepting my request. He was always a fan of fucking bare, skin on skin, and delivering poz loads in all his victims. While AJ was unwrapping the rubber, I could feel Magoo’s cock micro-thrusting in my ass, just over my prostate. I have to admit it felt good. Magoo grabbed the condom and look at me. “Open your mouth” he told me and then with a sadistic smile he pry the condom in. “Now shut your fucking mouth and let me do my work” I looked at Magoo, then AJ, astonished by Magoo’s behavior. AJ chuckled again, “You heard the man”. Magoo resumed his fuck with vengeance. He was on a mission.

How did I end up here? An hour ago I had been looking for a bit of light fun on Squirt when I came across his profile, now here I was blindfolded, in a blue jockstrap and on all fours with a bottle of amyl in my hand waiting for him to come and use me. I took one look at his cock on Squirt and knew I had to have him fuck me, I wasn’t sure at first if he would even be interested. Here I was a 23 years old and he was 48, more than twice my age, I doubted if I was his type. I decided it was worth a try and messaged him. “Hey, how’s it going?” A minute later I got a reply. “Good, what you looking for boy?” “I dunno exactly, but you have the most amazing cock, I’d do anything to get a closer look…” “Anything, Boy?” “Yes Sir, anything.” “Ok, send your address, I want you naked, blindfolded and on all fours on your bed” I quickly got hard at the thought of this and sent him my address. “I’ll be there in 30 minutes” he messaged back. So here I was blindfolded and waiting on my bed, I was starting to wonder if he had bailed when I heard my door which was on the latch click. I heard his footsteps as he came down the hall and walked into my room. “Nice…” he murmured as he came upon the site on me, ass up, blindfolded and waiting for his cock. I heard the noise of his iPhone taking pictures of me and my exposed hole as he ran his hands over my body and toyed with my cock and hole. I quickly tried to say “Hey buddy, I don’t want any pictures of me about…” when he leaned into my ear and said “A bit to late for that slut, you’re all mine for right now and you’re going to do whatever I want”. I shuddered and accepted that I would do anything to get that beautiful big cock inside me. I had laid out the condoms and lube next to me on the bed, I heard him uncap the lube and then felt his cold fingers playing with my hole. After a few minutes of his fingers I was moaning and begging for more. “Please, I need that cock inside me.” “Of course you do baby, you’re perfect little hole is ready for it too.” I heard a squirt of more lube and then felt his big warm cock head push against my twitching hole and start to open me up. “Hey, we should be using a condom” I protested. “You said you would do anything for my cock” he replied as he sunk two inches into me. I gasped as he pushed more of his fat raw cock inside me, I hit the amyl hard to help me take it, as I started to feel the effects I acknowledged to myself that I had told him I would do anything to have his cock inside me. A few minutes later I felt his big swollen balls brushing my ass, I had his entire cock inside of me. I was dripping precum all over the sheets as I focused on what it felt like with his massive swollen pole lodged deep in my cunt. Here I was taking the massive shaft of a man more than twice my age, waiting for him to use my hole as his cumdump. I took another hit of amyl to help with the pain of being so stretched. “FUCK ME SIR” He just laughed, “oh you’re going to be fucked alright” as he picked up the pace. I felt that big cock reaming out my hole, his huge nuts slapping against my thighs while he plowed me deep. I heard him reach for the iPhone again and start recording me, I pictured what it must look like with me on my knees with a fat cock demolishing my hole. He continued his pace, every now and then changing the angle at which I was taking his cock, eliciting more moans of pain and pleasure from me. He knew I was well past my safe sex concerns and only fixated on one thing, his fat cock in my hole. “You want my load you little slut?” he spat at me. “Yes sir, please make me your boy.” “Oh I’m gonna make you my boy, you’re gonna remember this fuck the rest of your life”. I just moaned in response. “The reason you’re gonna remember this fuck is because I’m about to knock you up you stupid bitch” he said into my ear. “The one thing you didn’t even think to ask was my status and so I have a present for you my dirty little bareback slut.” I felt him hilt his enormous cock deep inside my cunt, he leaned down and whispered in my ear “Right now, you’re taking my thick Poz load deep inside you.” I clutched at my stomach right as I felt his fat cock balloon deep in my guts as he impregnated me with his toxic seed. I couldn’t help it as I blew my own load all over the bed. I collapsed on the bed trying to catch my breath and work out what had just happened. As I lay there with my hole dripping with his toxic seed I heard him pull up his jeans and head down the hall. The door went just a second later. What had I done? A month later I received an email from a friend, the subject line was simply a “?” and the body had a link to Xtube. I clicked on the link, and there in full HD under the title of “Stupid slut gets Pozzed up” was me, blindfolded, on all fours, taking that beautiful cock that had converted me.

then a regular came to the office and used the deaf guys cum as lube, now sitting here dripping with two loads in

I enjoy having a talented cocksucker going down on me, sucking my cock and swallowing my load but nothing is as hot as when I mount a boy, thrust my cock up his arse and control his body while I power fuck my load deep inside him.

Oh my god, there is another dude's cock coming thru the hole in the partition. Why is he shoving it thru into my stall? Does he expect me to jerk him off? It's starting to stretch out and engorge. It's huge! It's not even hard yet, that monster must be ten or eleven inches. "Go ahead faggot, start sucking on it." He expects me to suck him off. I can't do that. I am not a fag, but I also can't look away. His cock is mesmerizing. It's like the subtle bob of his meat up and down is hypnotizing me. Maybe if I just rub it for him? I get down on my knees and wrap my fist around his rapidly hardening shaft. It is so thick, it feels very different from jerking myself off. His cock is much bigger than mine. Not that I have anything to be embarrassed about. I am sporting a nice solid seven inches of cock between my legs. But his sausage puts mine to shame. My thoughts tell me that this is the cock of a real man. A cock like this deserves to be worshiped. As my hand moves up and down his dick, I hear a moan of pleasure from the next stall. He likes the way my hand feels stroking his cock! I am doing a good job! As I massage his meat, I notice that he has become fully erect. His cock is pointing straight at my face, and is dripping pre-cum. I can smell his masculinity. He smells like a man. Irish Spring and ball sweat. The scent was affecting my mind. I was staring at the dripping head of his cock, and like a reflex action my tongue slipped between my lips and extend out to lick his pre-cum. "Ahhhh fuck yeah, That's it. Lick my dick head, slurp up my love gravy." I continued to lick the tip of his meat, each time a new blob of pre appears at his piss slit, my tongue is there to catch it. My mind is almost totally blank, focused entirely on his cock and the amazing juice leaking from its head. When the owner of this throbbing god, I am worshiping, speaks, I am powerless to disobey. "Enough playing around. Open up and start sucking." The voice from the other side of the partition is commanding and I am too far gone to even think of disobeying. My head pushes forward towards the partition, allowing his monster cock to slide into my mouth. I am overwhelmed by the sensation of this flesh covered steel rod forcing it's way into my face. My tongue is moving back and forth over the underside of his shaft. My head is bobbing up and down on this stranger’s fat cock. Each time I push forward I am forcing myself further. I find myself working his cock deeper into my throat with every downward push. After a few minutes, i feel my forehead bang against the partition. My nose is pushed hard against his hairy groin. "Nice job cocksucker, you got the whole thing in you now!" I found myself swelling up with pride. I had his whole cock in my mouth, all eleven inches. This was an accomplishment to be proud of. I was properly servicing this man's meat. I felt good, because I knew he felt good. "Now keep your head right where it is, faggot, don't pull back. Keep your face smashed against that dirty toilet partition, while I fuck your face." He proceeded to pull his man meat out of my throat and my mouth, until just the flared head of his cock remained inside. Then he thrust his hips forward re-planting his cock in me balls-deep. Pulling out again, he started to build up momentum, pounding his manhood into my skull with each thrust. I was straining my neck muscles forcing my face tight against the hole. I covered my teeth with my lips and worked my tongue along the bottom side of his throat buster. I was determined that this man was going to leave here satisfied. I needed to do everything in my power to ensure his pleasure. Suddenly he pulled out fully. I knelt there and caught my breath. After approximately twenty minutes of thick cock pounding my throat, it was suddenly empty. I tipped my head down slightly so I could look thru the hole. His rock-hard prick was pointing straight forward, framed by the fly of his jeans. I felt drool dripping from my lips, my mouth hole was all lubed up and ready to accept his cock. I needed to be used by this man. "Stand up and turn around. I want to see your pussy." I found myself standing with my ass pointed towards the hole in the toilet partition, before I had time to even process the order. Some portion of my brain, must have just regained consciousness, as I found myself hesitating to push back against the hole. In the recesses of my thoughts, I realized that this man in the next cubicle wanted to fuck me in the ass! Despite what had been occurring in this rest stop over the past half hour, I still thought of myself as a straight man. I was hesitating to offer up my virgin ass for this man to use. but then he spoke... "C'mon, give me your ass. You know you want to. Any dude who drops to his knees and sucks a stranger's cock, like you just did, is made to take it up the ass. You are a hole, who exists to serve real men, so stop fighting it. Give into to the natural order of things. You are here for the express purpose of catching cum. You were willing to take my load in your stomach, I could hear the moan of disappointment as I pulled out of your mouth. If you were already going to take my cum load, what difference does it make which hole I use? Either one will give you the pleasure of serving a real man." I found myself whimpering, hoping to keep my virginity intact, while still serving this man properly. "Please sir, I have never had a cock in my ass." "Really? You're a virgin? Then we are definitely doing this. You need to be fucked. I can't believe a glory hole fag, like you, has not had his cherry popped until now. Bend over and show me that virgin ass." Knowing it was inevitable, at this point, I gave up the last shred of my manhood and pressed my ass tight against the hole in the partition, giving this stranger total access to my hole. I felt his fingers work their way between my ass cheeks and push against the ring of muscle protecting my virginity. He whistled out in approval of what he found. "Alright faggot, this is going to happen. You are going to properly serve another man for the first time in your life. You are offering up your precious virginity to bring me pleasure. This is going to hurt...you, but that does not matter. You need to accept that any pain you feel is worthwhile, because of the joy it will bring me. I need you to bend over and press the palms of your hands against the wall opposite you. Push back as hard as you can against the partition separating us. No matter what you feel or how much it hurts, you are to keep your ass cheeks tight against the hole. You understand me faggot?" "Yes sir, I will keep my ass pressed back, allowing you full access." I could tell he wanted something else. So I gave it to him. "Please use me for your pleasure." "Nice! You learn fast. Don't worry, before we are finished you will love this. It will hurt at first, but before I fill you with my jizz, you will be addicted." "Wait, you are going to use a condom aren't you?" "Fuck no! You are getting dicked by a stranger thru a rest stop glory hole. This is meant to be raw and dirty. No man ever uses a condom for a glory hole slut, it would just be a waste. You are a cum dump, made to take loads. Trust me, you need this to be raw." I heard and felt him spit on my hole. Then his enormous cock was pressed tight against me. "Push back hard, bitch, here it comes." The pain was unbelievable. My screams echoed around the men's room and probably could be heard across the parking lot at the diner. He thrusts forward and pushes his full length into me. "Fuuuuckkk! Your virgin hole feels amazing wrapped around my meat. You have the tightest little cunt hole I have ever used. Your fuck chute is gripping and massaging my cock. It feels so good." He let it sit in me for a moment, before pulling back and punching back in, full depth, Then the fucking picked up speed and force. He was fucking me hard. After about ten minutes of his thick cock thrusting in and out of my newly christened fuck chute. He started to talk to me over the partition. "You are a fucking natural. Your cunt is taking my eleven inches without complaint. I can't believe you actually kept your ass cheeks pressed tight against the partition while I roughly harvested your cherry, using only spit for lube. That's proof that you were made to service cocks. You have just become an official glory hole cum slut. From now on, I bet you will be in here, bent over, taking loads, from anonymous men, during every free moment you have. From this point forward you will only feel true sexual satisfaction when a stranger's raw cock empties its load deep inside of you." With that, I felt his cock stiffen and grow, before shooting off in my new cunt. After a couple of additional strokes to make sure his hot cum is deposited deep up in me, he pulled out. I fell to the floor exhausted, my gaping hole allowing this stranger's huge load to drip out onto the piss stained tile floor. Thru the hole in the partition I could see the massive cock that had just popped my cherry being tucked back into his jeans. He walked out without any further acknowledgment of me or what he just did to me. He had dropped his load and now he was done with me. I never even saw his face. I would never know who the man was who took my virginity and turned me out.

I try to hold loads in as long as possible 😈😈

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Sitting in my office just now when a hot guy, no face bic but fit body texts me to say hes just finsih work and am I free and can host, he comes to my offfice, and is handsome fit bearded and hung as fuck. we go in the back, and he signals he is deaf, so we kiss passionately, and then i suck and stoke him hard, jeans round my ankles he turns me around and fucks me until he shoots in my ass. thanks me, shakes my hand and is gone. Turns out he works around the corner in Pret.

Was recently at a sex party and the vibe was right! Rooms very dark and guys just looked they were ready to go at it. I was really wanting to get fucked, so I lubed up my hole and walked around. I saw one guy who seemed interested (younger black guy). He came into the room and stood behind me. I pulled my underwear down so he could see I was interested. Within a few minutes, I could feel him pushing inside. First, however, we were going to need a bit more lube. After I lubed him up real good, I took a whiff of my poppers and he was inside. For the next several minutes, he thrust his thick, black cock in my hole and I was there for all of it! 🙂 When he left, I was still horny so I backed up on a guy wearing a pig hat and he fucked me for several minutes. All in all, for the first 30 minutes at the party, I was fucked my four raw cocks (a record for me in that timeframe). Was hot as hell and I'm ready for more!

For most of my life I have been douching every day. When I was a teen I douched when needed but when I went to college and started my relationship with my gifter he wanted me douched at all times. This is a habit that I kept throughout my life until recently. I just got over my first STI of the year gonorrhea. While seeing my Dr. who is also gay, he said I should go down to two to three times a week. He said that it may reduce the number of STI’s I get. I also have had a few gi issues last year that he said could be related to removing good bacteria from my colon. It’s a hard habit to break for me. Douching has served me well. I am always ready to go. I have figured out the science of reading my body and have not had a mishap in a very long time. I do however think I am going to try to cut back this year and see how it goes.

I live my life one load at a time. I am a greedy bottom who wants cum in my hole as often as possible. I usually don’t care who it comes from, but lately have found myself super attracted to my supervisor. I’m 26, working in a small medical office. I’ve got a nice build and a round, big ass that i love to show off. We recently switched scrubs brands and i’ve noticed my supervisor’s cock print more. The switch was a great idea. Being a small office, the staff is pretty close and goes out to drinks/events together quite often. One night while out my supervisor, let’s call him Jack, while drunk, mentions to a few of us that he loves his wife but he hasn’t gotten laid or even touched in years. My ears perked up a bit, but i let him vent. Over the next couple of weeks I had found ways to get him alone and spend more time with me than usual. Jack is 55, grey/white hair and beard with a stocky solid build. I “needed help” moving a box and managed to be alone in a supply closet with him while we were lifting the box. This closet really was a tight fit for the both of us and I “accidentally” rubbed my ass on his bulge a bit while trying to scoot past him. I apologized and he told me not to worry about it. I thanked him for his help and went about my day. Later that same night, I couldn’t stop thinking about his print and how good he would feel inside of me. I was feral for this man. I wanted to service him in anyway that he needed. Jack is seemingly straight. I couldn’t be so as bold as to just invite him over. I found an excuse for him to come over. I needed a shelf built he was over in about 15 minutes and we were building a shelf. I made sure to wear my shortest shorts and my tightest tank top. Once the building was done i offered him a beer and we started chatting. I brought up what he had said about not getting any and asked him how he handles that stress. He says he spends many nights taking extra long in the bathroom before bed to relieve himself. I very boldly tell him that i think he’s very handsome and i get it. He blushed a bit and said thank you. I then thank him for helping me so much lately and ask him if there’s anything i could do for him to return the favor at this point my cum hungry brain has taken over and i’m staring at his bulge again. He brushed this off a little and i thought i had striked out. later on in the conversation he’s venting about his situation and mentions that he just wants to blown again because it’s been years. I nod and reiterate that it feels nice, staring at his bulge some more. My hormones take over and I finally ask “Jack, do you want me to blow you?” He acts a bit shocked at first kind of staring at me puzzled. He then unzips his jeans without saying a word and i’m on my knees. I took his flaccid cock into my mouth and feel it grow inside me. While i’m sucking his cock he starts playing with my jockstrap. I take that as a sign to take my shorts off. I let it be known how much i love his cock. And how good it feels down my throat, “Do you wanna fuck me Jack?” I ask. “do you have a condom?” he replies. I tell him i don’t. but briefly explain prep to him. Being a mostly straight man, he’s hesitant but he says he’s fine with that. I straddle him, slowly itching his fat cock into my tight hole. I watch his head go back and his eyes roll as i’m bouncing up and down his cock. I’m only a few bounces in when he tells me his about to cum. He tells me to keep riding him because he’s gonna cum inside of me. I happily oblige. He lets out a huge moan and i feel his cock pulse in twitch inside of me. He came buckets inside my tight hole. I stay put for a second. looking at his face. He’s got a huge smile on and just says he needed that. i slowly pull off of his cock and make sure to clean him off with my mouth. He zips his pants up and leaves. I text him letting him know that whenever he needs a release to let me know. He has been using as his pocket pussy ever since.

If in Lauderdale you need to visit 321 Slammer! Was there last week and lost track of loads pumped in me! Plenty of areas to.breed in. My favorite was the round padded fuck table. Yes there were those that just edged in you but once that first load is in guys tended to stop and add their load. I took 3 loads before my ass needed a rest. The last was an agressive BBC cock. Great part is 321 is a bottle club. You can bring a sealed bottle of alcohol and they check it for you! Nice way to take a break and great way to meet tops also taking a break before seeding again! The area around the fuck table can get crowded but guys are there to fuck! The best fuck was was a younger guy. Slightly above average cock but stamina. After breeding me on table took me to a sling and dropped a second load in me in a short amount of time!

I’ve taken multiple loads in a session before but I’d never quite got to the cumdump stage…until last week!! I was in central london for work and had a couple of days spare so I arranged with a top fuck buddy to meet at a hotel where I knew people were able to get up to the rooms without a key card etc we met at my hotel room after I’d checked in around 3pm and blew some clouds and played together for a couple of hours then we hopped on the apps. We had already arranged with two of our regular hung top mates that they would join us later in the night and our aim with to get me loaded as many times as possible before they arrived. we co-ordinated between us and pretty soon we had 8 guys lined up over the space of about 3 hours. My mate said he’d keep on the apps and keep them coming. first guy arrived around 5:30pm, he wasn’t chatty and was clear he would be staying long. I had one load in me from my mate and this guy was into me being open and ready on all fours. He never got fully undressed, just pulled his trousers and boxers down, slapped his already hard cock on my hole before sliding it in. He wasn’t too big but had a bulging bellend that pulled deliciously at my hole. He fucked like a train and pretty soon blew what felt like a heavy load inside me. once he left my mate said he’d keep had three guys lined up in quick succession so he was going to give me a slam before they arrived. He tied me off and quickly found a vein and administered 0.4, I coughed and it hit be like a freight train! No sooner had I begun rushing there was a knock at the door and the next two guys walked in together. I quickly had a thick white cock in my ass and I was sucking on a long black cock. The white guy was slapping my ass and fucking my rough and hard whilst the black guy face fucked me. The white guy soon came and they swap positions so I could taste my ass and the cum on his cock whilst the black guy slid into me. I could barely take him at fist as was glad for the extra lube inside me. The white guy got dressed and left whislt the black guy continued to pound away. My mate fed me some g in n some lucozade and was huffing at n my poppers for dear life. I was high as fuck and loving my ass being gaped and stretched by this guy. Eventually he grunted and groaned and added his load to my starting to drip and ooze ass. I was catching my breath after he left when the next guy showed, another black guy who had me suck him for a bit and then got to it. He didn’t last long and pushed my head down hard into the bed as he came. I had a little break before the next one and my top mate ate out my hole briefly and then snogged me so we could swirl the spunk around between us. There was a knock at the door and he stuck a sizeable shard in my ass before going to answer the door. Despite all the spunk in my ass I could still feel the burn. the next guy came in and said how hot my ass looked with the red hand prints and looking open and ready. He slipped into me and fucked me in several positions. Within 15 mins of him arriving in was flying on the booty bump again and just wanted him to do whatever he wanted. At one stage my top mate joined in and the DP’d me, I was in heaven. cum was really dribbling out of me when he finished and left. My mate said next ones were a couple and they were arriving together in 20 mins. He popped a butt plug in me to stop me losing any cum and we 69’d for a while. the couple turned up and they used and abused me at both ends for about half an hour before one finished in my ass and the other pulled out as he was about to cum and throat fucked his load into me that way. the last guy we had arranged can shortly after, another hung guy who wanted to use me rough. He spanked me, spat on me and fucked me senseless, really stretched my even more. He came hard and heavy and when he pulled out this time I couldn’t stop the spunk dribbling down my leg and a little patch of sticky cum developing on the sheets. we managed to get two more guys to come and load me taking the total to 11 before our mates showed up. when they walked in and saw what a sticky spunky shimmering puckered mess my hole was they both started ripping their clothes off. whilst they blew some clouds I had some more g and my mate gave me another 0.4 slam. I when nuclear again and was in heaven for hours as I was fucked, spit roasted, dp’d, 69’d, stretched and gaped with all sorts of toys, rimmed and was fed the cum out of my ass, all four of us played until the morning. i thought that was the end of it when they left but my mate had one last surprise. As he was leaving he said “I’ve got four my guys coming round one at a time over the next hour or so, enjoy” sure enough there were four more knocks at the door and four more loads dumped into me by guys either on their way home from a night of partying or on their way to work with the loads from my friends and a second from my main mate, I’d taken a total of 18 loads in about as many hours!!! I finally jerked myself off whilst plunging my ass with a dildo, occasionally scooping spunk from my ass into my mouth until a came so hard I hit myself in the face (I was laying down) what a night!!!!

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

To the OP, beats the hell out of me .... It's a waste of perfectly good load, as I see it. Of course, once the load left his balls, it was no longer his to control, but I could understand if the Top that pumped it up there felt insulted.

I’ve never felt an emotional connection to the men and boys I’ve fucked. The only connection I need is feeling their hot tight arseholes stroking my cock when I’m thrusting it hard into them. My only goal is the physical pleasure I get when my throbbing balls are pumping my sperm deep inside their guts.

The big problem will be those on the political left (myself), who have become so very tired of the ructions (myself) to social cohesion caused by those extreme radical elements - so far Left they are in another galaxy, that have & will become more comfortable with their own (slight) move to the Right. I have found my self shifting to a more nuanced & balanced centre Left to centre Right political position, than simply being Left wing. Illegal immigration is an issue requiring strong governance & yet I would never agree with those "illegals" already settled, working, paying taxes & raising families just being deported en masse. Land rites is another issue needing attention BUT, the violence & destruction of historical monuments is NOT OK. Mass demonstrations, violence & burning 🔥 of National flags 🇦🇺 on a countries slated National Day is again, NOT OK. I have, over the years (onset of "OLD" age) come to believe that any form of violence, when demanding change, is EXTREMELY COUNTER-PRODUCTIVE, especially when statistics show that you are fighting the 69% who do not desire change eg: Australia 🇦🇺 Day. Protestors & violence not only enshrine the opinions of these 69% but also draw greater numbers to adopt this attitude against change. The Voice Referendum of 2023 failed with 69% against & this result has only served to increase the numbers who want Australia 🇦🇺 Day to remain on 26 January amongst other divisive issues which will arise. No doubt with our Conservative Party winning the next election (March / April) more divisive issues will boil over. Unfortunately, Australia will be left to deal with a Trump, Mini-Me (Peter Dutton) & our wealthy business elite, if they do win government. It is this group that the Democrats will need to win back & it will only happen with alot of soul searching & the Dems moving back to a more REALISTIC centrist Left position.

Just home from the sunday afternoon fuck fest at the local cruise club called Lateshift here in Auckland - doors open from 2-2.30 only, so you get lots of horny guys all there at the same time to fuck all afternoon! There were almost 60 guys today which is rare especially as its a holiday weekend. Anyway, I cruised around and had a couple of cocks to suck, and a few fucks, then I saw a Latino guy standing apart in one of the corridors with a lovely fat cock sticking out horizontally. I got to work and he worked it down my throat - really nice length, and girthy - and he was an expert at opening up my throat. The poppers helped too :-) We didn't fuck, as he wanted to go look around, so I had a few more fucks and dicks to suck in the dark room. Later, the Latino guy and I met by chance at the door of the oil barrel room - which is my favourite and he pushed my in and shut the door. I got to getting his cock well lubed up with my throat juiice, then he roughly spun me round and pushed me against the oil barrel which lies on its side on a small plinth - it's the perfect hight to lean over and present your hole to who ever is behind you - he went straight in to his balls and fucked me really hard for a couple of minutes then pulled out - and started lubing up his hand and started with a couple of fingers in my hole, then 4, then 5, then 5 and his cock, then up past his knuckles - and he knew exactly what he was doing as my hole just blossomed! He got his whole fist in after a good ten minutes and then he got his cock in my hole again and between his cock and his fist I really thought I was going to cum - and told him - so he switched to just fucking my hole really hard - and banging his balls on my arse - and the barrel banging on the floor in time with his thrusts - and I blew my load at the same time as he stopped thrusting to bury his load in my cunt. One of the best fucks I've had in a long time - the sweat was dripping off us! Fuck - I've still got his load in my cunt as I write this. Having a beer then I'm going to go push it out and lick it up! Fuck!

I'm excited to have found this discussion thread here. I am one of those horny old grandpas some of you are so attracted to. I was late to the gay scene... I was 47 when I sucked my first dick, though I'd been attracted to males much earlier - I am 74 now. About 15 years ago I took my first video and that excited me, and then put it on some website. The idea of an old man like me being watched by lots of men, including younger men, turned me on. But what was amazing was how popular my profile was, and how many guys contacted me. At last look, I now have about 13 million views in the past 4 years, and about 5000 subscribers. I communicate regularly with a few hundred, and have met some of them in person. And had 3 marriage proposals, lol (i am spoken for, alas). I loved reading the messages from you younger guys in this thread. I think many are amazed that old guys continue to love sex. You're only born once, but you can be a [banned word] forever. (My screen name on XVideos is "room4ustwo" if you want to see if you like my vids... just Google the name.)

It can be uncomfortable if you’re not used to it. I mean the loads are literally swimming inside you and it can feel itchy near the edges especially. The deeper the loads are, the less nerve endings it triggers and there’s less of an urge to push them out. Over time though, you do get better used to the sensation and don’t feel the need to push them out. I haven’t felt the urge to push them out in years, and I always make sure they fully mix and absorb before anything else.

i woke up this morning feeling the best i have all week...fucking flu! Starting thinking about one of my favorite fantasies... i'm in a sling, getting fucked by a big anonymous cock at a sex club, with guys watching us. my useless dick is in a chastity cage so it can't be touched or played with while my asscunt is being stretched and beaten by his cock. i can feel my useless dick oozing so much pre-cum! i can feel the length of his cock pushing past my second ring...opening and closing, opening and closing, over and over again, stretching it out to be left gaping for a later deep fisting!!! Back to my mouth...i suck...back to my asscunt...balls-deep and pounding...second ring stretched...my pre-cum flowing. i can hear his breathing change and i know that he's about to cum. Where and how, i wonder? His moaning gets louder and louder as he fucks me harder and harder, deeper and deeper. i feel him pull out and i can feel his load spraying all over the gaping, stretched out opening of my asscunt. i can feel some of his man juices running into my gaping hole. Then he shoves his man meat back into me, pushing along all of his load as well. i can feel how his cum has lubed up my hole. He is breeding me!! i can imagine how his cock is coated with his cum as it is slowly pushed in-and-out of my asscunt...in-and-out, in-and-out. i can feel his cock going soft inside of me. He then brings his cock to my mouth and without any directions from him, i know what he expects from me. i start to clean his cock with my tongue, licking his cum and my ass juices from his shaft. He pushes his balls towards my mouth and i suck them in, one at a time, moving my tongue around them as i do. Then i suck both of them together inside my mouth and thoroughly clean them with my tongue, before moving back to finish cleaning his slowly sinking shaft that had fucked me so well for the last hour. He pulls his cock from my mouth and gently slaps my ass. i watch him walk off. Then i realized that he has forgotten to unchain me from my shackles, or did he actually forget? i turn my head towards the door to see if he's coming back to unchain me, but he disappears into the shadows of the club hallway. What i had looked past was the line of men in the doorway. That was until i felt another cock pushing it's way inside of my cum-soaked asscunt and start what i was to discover was a complete night of fuck after fuck, breeding after breeding, cleaning after cleaning, repeating and repeating...13 hours and 47 cocks unloading their liquid...pure heavenly exhaustion!!

It was a breakthrough for me when I could get milked three or four times a night and never lose interest in taking cock. So I say, let the bottoms jizz all over.

I was debating wether or not to carry on events, hence the gap, but I decided to wrap things up a little. Aftermath - Old Life/New Life. I left the clinic and stopped "I'm HIV positive, I'm freaking HIV positive" Hoping to garner some reaction from me but I might as well have picked up a carrot and said 'it's a carrot'. I couldn't understand why I had no reaction I knew I should yet couldn't. I mentally shrugged and found myself a pub to have a quick drink. I got a pint of Moretti and found a table for myself, I glanced around as I took a few gulps of my pint. It was just starting to get a little busy, mostly young and I wondered how many had some sort of STD, my mind flashed back to the massive cock covered in boils that had burst inside me. "You have been diagnosed as HIV positive" "Also, I must inform you that you have been diagnosed with genital warts" "We also detected symptoms of genital Herpes" The words spun round in my head and I started getting hard again. 'I'm an infectious toxic faggot" I said the words under my breath but I was finally shaking with lust. I finished my drink and ordered another with a whiskey chaser, looking round I wondered if any gay guys were here, even closeted and how many had taken raw cock not realising it might sign there own death warrant. Drinking my drinks I began looking online for guys who might want my toxic cum, I found quite a few who claimed to be looking. I knew some would be fake, some fantasists, some who would chicken out like I had previously. I looked for more extreme ones, who might want other STD's as well. I found a few already poz guys who wanted more and a few neg guys but nothing in my immediate area. I knew I wasn't just gonna fuck a random profile meet tonight but the drink and profiles and my status had me horny. I decided to call it a night and head home. Stepping out into the cold air I began to walk, the air hitting me making me light headed and I realised I needed a piss. I found a dark annex without revellers or police and let go against a drainpipe, as I was finishing up a homeless guy from deeper in the annex came out. "Can you not fucking piss there?? I've gotta sleep somewhere and don't need you making it all wet in here!" I looked at him and whilst aside from the beard he looked nothing like Des but the smell reminded me of him and he looked disgusting, which instantly made me rock hard, before I knew it I was talking to him. "How much for a blow job?" He looked at me as if he hadn't heard me right, my heart was in my throat and I felt like I was with Des all over again. "You wot?" I looked at him more calm this time but with a now obvious hard on, my cock not fully tucked away and clearly hard. "I asked how much for a blow job?" "You gay or something?" I went to tuck myself back in and walk away. "You mean me suck you yeah?" The other way hadn't dawned on me and whilst a repeat of my situation with Des suddenly seemed very appealing I was desperate to shoot my load so I just said "yeah". "10 quid, come in closer" I managed to find a tenner in my pocket as I stepped into the annex and handed it over. He fished my hard on out my trousers with his dirty hand and seemed to hesitate a moment before taking my cock into his probably rancid gob. Realising I hadn't been blown in a long time his mouth felt heavenly. It was obviously not his first time, he probably asked the 'gay' comment in case I was going to beat him up. With his moderate skill, and the fact I'm not large he was taking my to the base repeatedly, I knew I wouldn't last long and once I caught another whiff of his stench and the reminder of Des it sent me over the edge and I felt my cock pulse repeatedly in his mouth. Letting myself enjoy the moment a while longer I soon realised the chances of us caught would increase the longer I stayed. He had a similar thought it seems as he removed his mouth from my cock and pushed himself deeper into the annex between the buildings. I gathered myself, put my now soft and wet cock away and stepped back into the street just as a group of 5 semi drunk guys passed. With a backwards comment of 'whats the fucking stench' I realised i probably had an aroma of homeless man on me. I walked a bit further in the fresh air to rid myself of the smell then caught a bus home, the days events playing on my mind and my future, deciding what kind of one I had. Once I was home I realised I needed another piss, fishing my cock out I noticed the slightly reddened blemishes the Doctor had inspected earlier almost unnoticeable normally had darkened and been enflamed. I wondered if the friction of the homeless guys mouth had caused it, I wondered if he had passed anything on, I wondered if I had passed anything onto him. The thoughts made my cock harder so I finished pissing and quickly went to look for guys to infect. Before I did I knew I had to end things with Nat permanently. I knew I couldn't tell her the truth. With social media and connections it wouldn't be long before my family found out and I wasn't ready for that yet. I told her a half truth. I had contracted HIV, I wasn't sure how but told her I hadn't been with another woman. We hadn't been mutually exclusive so she knew I had no reason to lie. We had gotten close but she didn't know about my desires so she seemed to be quite understanding and even told me to stay in touch. Once we had finished talking I got back to searching the profiles of neg guys who might want what I had poisoning my insides.

It was the middle of the week around 10am. I had the day off and logged into a4a to find some ass to breed. I did a search for anything goes and no answer. While sifting through the results, skater boy's primary pic caught my eye. I clicked on his thumbnail. . His stats were exactly what I was in the mood for that day., 22, 6'1'', lean, bottom with a 10inch cock and "no answer" in the sexual practice line. At first I was dissappointed, then I realized his screenname had "bb" in it. So I hit him up. Thankfully he was horny and looking to be bred by an older guy. I'm 38, 5'11'' with a football player build, very solid and a thick 7"c cock. I invited him over, gave him my address and he said it would take 15 minutes for him to get there on his skateboard. He arrived right on time with skateboard in hand. He was even hotter in person. He had reddish hair, which didn't show in the pics. Did I mention I love redheads? He was also very awkward and a little weird but I didn't care. As soon as I locked the front door. He attached me, kissing me and groping for my already dripping cock. He dropped to his knees like a good boy and sucked my cock until it was nice and wet. We undressed each other on the way to the bedroom, his 10" cock was fully erect. We were both so turned on. He dove face first onto the bed, laid down. Before I mounted him, I spread his very firm cheeks, which revealed a fuzzy hole, to finger him before I went in. He was sooo tight. I couldn't wait to get my thick cock in his boyhole. Slowly, I pushed my toxic cock into him. He moaned with delight. I went in balls deep and held it there for a few seconds until he relaxed before unleashing on him. His hole felt sooo good and he was moaning like a little bitch, it was too much for me. I came after 2 minutes of fucking him. My loads are huge. I didn't stop fucking him. I wanted to push my toxic seed deep in his pussy. I stayed hard and keep fucking him for another 20 minutes, tearing his ass up, feeling my load in him with each stroke. He was begging me for another load. Moaning, "please daddy, let me have another load." I began to erupt with the second toxic load. It felt even larger than the first load. I worked it in another 2 minutes before finally pulling out. LIttle did he know that there were now millions of viruses in his pussy knocking him up. Three months later, I was at the free HIV clinic(where you go after you text poz)- I had decided it was time to go on meds my viral load was getting too high - and there he was in the waiting room. He didn't see me but I got rock hard knowing that I'm the one that gave him the gift.

I was at home looking for dick on my day off. A regular stop by but he uses a condom. It was good start though cause it opened me up for the next guy who was a hot tatted Asian mix guy with a nice thick dick. I’ve been trying to hook up with guy seriously. Tatted guy came over and man he spit on my hole than shoved that dick in. He felt hard as a rock! He took his time and long stroked in and out. load 1. I headed into Waikīkī for glory hole action. I wrote “cumdump” with a sharpie on both by thighs so guys on either side looking knew exactly what I was 👀 for. Older looking guy with a nice cock about 6.5” sucks my dick then squeezes his dick through the home. I suck and live it and turn around. He’s banging the hole and hiring the wall between us as he slides in and out of my raw hole like raging bull before coming in me. It’s my second load. Third guys was a white guy. He sees my “cumdump” on my thigh but still wants to suck my dick. I give it to him. Then pull out. I show the message on my thigh which he is bending down to see my cock. He gets the message and sticks his dick through the hole. I turn around and slide my wet raw ass on his raw dick and he’s pumping in and out, sliding in and out. He is pumping his baby batter in me. I did a “first”. As he is fucking me. I jack off and cum in my hand. It’s a lot of cum but I capture it. My dick is soft but I have all this cum. I decide to put it on my dick and feed it to the top who fucked me, he eats the cum I coat my dick with. It’s so fucking hot up meet a top pig into that. He got my load for sure in a different way. I’m heading home and a guy I was hoping to meet in the morning on sniffles is now really to fuck and wants my address. I tell him I’m on my way home and we meet almost simultaneously at my place. I tell him I have three dress loads on my pussy. He doesn’t respond. I’m ass up and ready to be rape anon when he goes down on his knees and literally sucks out cum from me like a honey suckle digging his tongue in, to get every drop. He lubes up thank good cause I had just cum at the bookstore and my hole was sensitive. He lies on me and literally fucks my hole till he bursts. #epic #random #pigsex #unexpected One of those days you know you’re pregnant now.

Got on sniffles and found a top nearby who wanted to pound my ass and breed me. We agreed to meet at a cruisy spot. I parked, got into back seat my truck pulled off my clothes except my running shoes and sock and got into position. He arrived, entered back seat and pulled down pants and I started slobbering all over his cock, giving him deep throat. His cock became instantly hard and leaking precum. I pulled off, slid my prelubed hole down his cock and ride him. He was getting really deep and stretching me open. I got off and laid back and lifted my legs so he could fuck me missionary. We made out and I clamped down tight to match his rhythm and milked him good. I finally brought him to orgasm and felt his cock throbbing as he coated my ass with so much cum. Still got it soaking and absorbing inside me right now. He kept his cock inside me and stroked my cock. I shot so much cum and it went flying past my head and hit the door behind my head, then sprayed my chest. There was so much cum all over me. It was a good time. Should become a regular.

Sorry for taking so long Matt called me to ask if I Could host another Daddy Breeding Party, but this time I was going to be the only daddy and they were bringing a new friend over to convert. He wanted to do a daddy, but the boys wanted to bang him. They thought I could loosen him and they would take turns on him. How the fuck could I say, “NO” to that! We planned another Saturday afternoon at my place. Soon, I had 4 hunky college athletes at my door, Matt, Adam, Dave and a new kid a black boy named Jamal, were all eagerly waiting to come in and get down to business. As each one came in the door they all kissed me on the mouth with an exploring tongue quite the departure from the first time they were at my home many months before. I could tell Jamal was uneasy, but was ready to play with my daddy butt. I, almost, wished I could have him alone and convert him myself, but I could see why my 3 disciples wanted to be there when I got a glimpse of his heavy cock. It was nearly 9” long and thick. All of them took a seat in my living room. I fixed them all a drink and one by one I served them, They each took a turn poking and prodding my cock and ass, and by the time I got to Jamal. I was rock hard, and he could tell. Matt ordered me to strip and pull his cock out of his shorts. I gladly did. By the time, I had his hard cock in my mouth. Adam was rimming my ass and Dave and Jamal were stroking each other to their personal porn scene, but it soon delved into me sucking all three of them. I sucked Jamal the most as that was the plan. I spun him around and rimmed his hole. He let out an appreciative and very slutty moan. This was going to be a piece of cake I thought. This black boy was going to take all 4 of our cocks before the night was over. Jason and Dave had paired off on the couch as Jason was feeding Dave his cock. Adam spit on his cock and my hole and was pushing his death rod into my tainted hole. I fingered Jamal’s for now negative fuck chute. I ate his refreshingly clean hole. He ran his fingers through my short dad hair. I finger fucked him as I tongued his virgin negative hole making sure to make him bleed a little. I swallowed his thick cock down my throat while I jammed 3 fingers into his eager cunt. HE breathlessly asked me to fuck him. I would breed and make him just like the others, which made them all turn their heads. I winked at them all. He guided my spit-lubed cock into his unfucked hole. I put him onto my ottoman, hung his legs on my shoulders and eased my cock into his ass. I slowly sank my dick of death into him. HE was breathing hard as I invaded his bottom. His cock got even harder. When I hit bottom I let him get accustomed to my dick in his ass. Adam had joined Jason and was dp’ing Dave against his desire, but he was taking both of their cocks like a faggot porn star. Jamal staired straight through me as I slowly picked up my pace and fucked his cunt. Soon, I was jackhammering him and then slowing down as I wanted to edge to make myself last longer. I had quite the cock froth around his hole. Dave was whimpering as both JAson and Adam continued to double-breed his hole. HE laid helpless almost lifeless between them with just a glint of pleasure in his eyes. Jason and Adam simultaneously unloaded into Dave’s stretched out hole just as I was breeding Jamal’s unprotected cunt. We all dismounted our sluts for a moment kissing our way off the used soul of the body near us. The five of us laid there leaking some cum from one hole or another. Jamal spoke first explaining that he needed that, but he want to fuck me next. I agreed and slowly began to stroke his balls and cock back to life. Jamal licked my pole clean as I did the same for Jason. I had the idea that I wanted Jamal and Jason to DP me this time around if Jamal was up for it. I grabbed some poppers and took a huge hit while I alternated sucking Jamal and Jason. I could still taste Dave on Jason. Adam was rimming Dave back to life getting cum all over my couch. I had Jamal lie on his back and had Jason lay with their cocks together. Their cocks were pretty evenly matched with Jamal beating Jason by a head. I took a huge hit of poppers, and dropped my ass down onto their cocks. I could feel my ass resist the double invasion, but another hit of poppers It gave way and I sank upon their meat missiles. Jamal gasped when “I hit bottom and so did I for that matter. I was so full of cock. I asked Adam to leave Dave alone for a moment so he could feed me his cock so I could be airtight. I had three young mens cocks in me. I was so full of cock. I would not have stopped if my own mother walked in, I sucked Dave’s cock like I was trying to suck start a car, and I bounced on the two other cocks like a piston. My ass was going to be so gaped when we were done. I did not care. I could take a few days off from getting railed after being used like a slut here today. Jamal let loose first followed quickly by Jason. Both flooded my ass with cum while Dave fed me his load. We all fell about the place exhausted. We laid naked, leaking cum onto my furniture. I was on the floor with Jamal’s thick black cock within reach. I reached for it and slowly jacked him back to life. I wanted another untainted load from his balls before he left and converted. I crawled to his cock and sucked his thick meat to life. I got up on my haunches and lowered me well-fucked poz hole onto his glistening coal colored cock. Everyone watched as his dark dick disappeared into my lily white ass. They got off on the contrast. He had cum several times that afternoon so I knew he would last longer than before, but I just kept on riding his black cock like it was a pony. I was loose after just taken two cocks, but I could still feel his thick cock in my fuck chute. I could feel his cock expand and explode for another volley of hot cum in my ass. I sank down all the way to his balls. I could feel his cock convulse with each volley of cum in my cunt. HE must have had 10 convulsions before he stopped. I looked around the room and they all were in a daisy chain sucking the next one’s cock. It was one of the hottest scenes I had ever seen. More to Cum If you like what you read let me know I love to chat and skype Joey

If HIV is a gun, then PrEP is a bulletproof vest. And the guy who wants to stay neg, but takes loads from complete strangers without asking their status, yet doesn't take PrEP would be like someone who wanders onto an active shooting range. Where HIV isn't like a gun is that it's less likely to kill. And PrEP is far more effective than a bulletproof vest - so that analogy isn't perfect either. When you have the ability to protect yourself and you refuse to use the protection while simultaneously putting yourself at significant risk - IMHO, the only person who is at fault is the neg guy. Simply put - in scenarios like that YOU are the only one who is responsible for your health. Since PrEP offers very close to 100% protection, I fail to see how the toxic poz guy could be "unethical" for blowing his load up neg asses. He won't actually infect anyone unless they're actively or passively bug chasing. Now, if he's specifically targeting say closeted 18 year olds who are still living at home with parents watching their every move (and hence don't really have access to PrEP) - yeah - that's unethical. But cases like that aren't typical. But if he has some random, anonymous hookup in a park with the same kid - then I don't see that as unethical either. There are now three different types of PrEP, so there isn't even the argument of "well, the neg guy couldn't tolerate Truvada". If you want to stay neg and you're taking loads from strangers / people you don't know all that well - then you need to be on PrEP. If you opt not to take PrEP and you get pozzed - it's because of your action/inaction, not the action of the poz guy. All of that is a little off-topic - except to say I don't see it as unethical to stay off meds and be sexually active. But just like the neg guy should be responsible for his health - the poz guy should be responsible for his health and go on meds when it's time (CD4 <= 500, if not sooner).

Looking back, I should have known he was positive. But the subject of his status never came up until he was cumming in my guts. I met Daddy online. I have a thing for older, daddy top types, and, at 6'2", mustache, s&p hair, muscular, and an 8 inch cock, this guy fit the bill. And he was into leather! Every time I was on Manhunt he'd be on and I'd send him a message. Usually he ignored me, but occasionally he would unlock his pictures to tease me with harness and chaps shots, or pics of his big ol' dick. After about a year of chasing him, I finally found him online and sent him a message that I was desperate for his cock and I would do anything to take it. This seemed to break the ice. We chatted that night and exchanged emails and pictures. I sent him pics of my ass- and one pic of my ex fucking me raw. "So you take it bareback?" he asked. "Well-- not often. I have. But I need to really know the guy." I replied. "I only fuck bare-- is that a problem? 'Cuz you said you'd do anything for my cock, an my cock wants to feel that raw hole" he said. "It's not a problem... Sir." Famous last words. After that we set a date for the following Tuesday. He worked near my apartment, and was going to come by right after he got off. And he would bring some leather. Tuesday rolled around and I was so horny I couldn't concentrate at work. It didn't help that Daddy texted several times during the day, sending naked pics and cock shots, along with descriptions of what he was going to do with me. I got home, cleaned-up and prepped, and put on my leather harness for Daddy. And then waited. When my phone finally rang I nearly jumped out of my skin. I couldn't buzz him up fast enough. As soon as he got into my apartment he shoved me roughly against the wall and kissed me. He was so strong, and his taking charge just made me melt into him. Daddy broke free and headed to the bathroom to piss and change. I went to my bed to wait. When Daddy came into my bedroom, he was decked out in a harness, arm bands, chaps and boots, as well as the leather cap from his online picture! I stood up and we made out and groped each other. Then he shoves my head hard down to his cock and makes me suck him. His dick was beautiful-- a true 8 incher with just a slight upward curve. I worshiped that cock. Then he got me on all fours on the floor and started eating my hole. Man, did Daddy know what he was doing!!! I was so horny, I couldn't wait to get fucked. I begged him to put his cock in me. And he did. He spit strongly onto on my hole and in his hand, lubed his big fuckstick and started working the mushroom head against my hole. I had poppers and he told me to do a hit. "Get poppered up, fucker, because here I come!" He commanded. After a big snort, that head popped past my sphincter and he was sliding his raw Daddy dick into my hole. It had been so long since I'd taken raw dick (since my last ex) I forgot how great raw fucking feels. "Yeah, fucker! You like that cock?" he called me "fucker" a lot. "Yeah, fucker! Daddy's finally giving you what you've been craving, isn't he?" Fuck yes he was! He started pumping my hole and really working it with every inch of his meat. And I was in heaven. Then he pulled out almost all the way and froze. "Hold still, fucker- I'm taking a picture to send to my buddies. I wanna show them your ass and how you're taking my fat cock." The picture thing TOTALLY turned me on, so I held still like he commanded. He snapped several pics, balls deep, halfway, almost out, and then one of him all the way out, head pressed against my hole. He then texted them to his buddy. "Well, fucker! My buddy is impressed and likes what he sees! Maybe next time we'll tag-team your ass" I told him I was more than willing. He then rolled me onto my shoulder blades on the floor, and re-entered my ass. My legs were on his shoulders and he went to town drilling me, only stopping every so often to re-lube with his spit. His cock felt so good and I was so horny that just the action of it scrubbing my insides was getting me close to cumming. I asked him stop fucking because I was too close, and he did. He didn't want me cumming yet either. We did this four more times-- stopping each time as I got too close. But on the fifth time, he told me he was done interrupting his fuck for me. He fucked me harder and rolled me all the way onto my shoulder blades until he was standing and plunging into me. I came without ever touching my cock, and my own jizz coated my face and open mouth. He kept drilling me until my balls were empty. I expected him to pull out as I was done, and, truth be known, once I cum, I don't like getting fucked. I asked Daddy to stop, and he paused long enough to say, "Nuh-Uh fucker. We're done fucking when I SAY we're done. And we ain't done 'til I've cum in your ass twice!" Then he resumed pounding me without mercy. It took another ten excruciating minutes of solid fucking before I felt his cock start to swell to even bigger proportions in my ass. Thank god he was close! I had been huffing poppers like mad during his abuse of my hole, so I was in a dizzy haze when he finally said, "Here you go, fucker! This is what you wanted! Take my POZ LOAD!" And with that he tensed up and I could feel every inch of that eight inch python squirting and pulsing his charged jizz into my ass. When he finished, and yanked his cock unceremoniously out of my hole, I finally asked "You're poz?" "Of course, fucker. I thought you knew. You said you'd do anything to take my cock." We lay on the floor and didn't talk for awhile. I let him play with my hole and finger his leaking load back inside my ass. Eventually he said, "Admit it, fucker. You wanted it. You were turned on by my big daddy cock taking charge of your ass-- and then charging your ass." My cock started getting hard again hearing him talk so frankly. "Ah, so you DID like it! And your ass is already hungry for more-- I can feel it sucking on my finger." He bred me again that evening just like he said he was going to. The second time was much more gentle, with lots of making out during. As he was getting dressed back into his business clothes, the last thing he said to me that night was, "Fucker, you shoot big loads! Next time we should find some dude on-line and take turns pozzing his ass!"

[This story keeps getting flagged on my Patreon as against their overly strict policies, so now it's yours for free] My attraction to Gunnar started the second I realized he was gay. I was 16, and my parents insisted I get a summer job. My favorite aunt hooked me up with a job in the shipping and receiving department at her plumbing supply store. Gunnar was 26 at the time. Standing 6’2”, easily 220 lbs, pure muscle, all man. His firm handshake, his booming voice, his scruffy trimmed beard, the entire package was like a wet dream for me. When I realized we’d be working closely together all day, every day, I no longer cared that my summer vacation was going to be working in a dark, cold stock room. At this point in my self-discovery process, I hadn’t developed a gaydar, though his always perfectly groomed hair and well-put-together outfits should’ve been a ping on my gaydar since most guys that look like he does ooze toxic masculinity. I thought he was supposed to dress nice because he was in charge of our department and often took meetings with “higher-ups.” Turns out, he could've been dressed in a t-shirt and jeans like I do every day. I found out he’s gay when he was pulling up an email to show me about the 4th of July schedule, and he fat-fingered the screen, and it flipped over to his already open Grindr account. He swiped it away quickly with a “Oh, sorry” and then went on to show me the email. Which I couldn’t focus on at all because of my weeks of jerking off thinking about what he might look like naked or how amazing it would be to lose my virginity to him; it all turned out to be a possibility all of a sudden. It took every fiber of my being to will my dick to stay down through that conversation as I stood there, staring through his phone as if I were reading the email, but I was really inhaling his scent and going through my head to see what I missed that would have outed him sooner. Did I miss him flirting with me? I’m not proud of myself, but that night, I downloaded Grindr to check out his profile. It was tricky; I turned off my location settings and had a blank profile because I was kinda scared of Grindr. I wasn’t out yet and didn’t want Grindr to be how I got outed. I waited for him to go into a meeting before I opened my account and was disappointed. He wasn’t online. It took a few weeks of sneaking peaks at my phone at work before he finally popped up on my grid. When I saw what was obviously his torso as the nearest square, I had a panic and quickly locked my phone. I realize he couldn’t see me seeing him, but it felt like when you sneak a peek at the guy next to you in the urinal. You can only glance; you can’t stare. I did rush off to the bathroom, though, and started studying his profile. 6’2”, 225lbs, top, hung, “looking for friends and more,” and the pics had my dick bricked up in a lightning-fast reaction. The torso pic was terrific, he is so fit it’s almost offensive. I’m in good shape, I’m on the baseball team when in school, so it keeps me in good shape; plus, I get to see the rest of the jocks in my school in their athletic cups, and…Jesus, I’m a pervert. His second pic was him in a speedo on a beach somewhere; the bulge in his swim brief was not helping my erection go down. His third pic was him and two guys wearing some kind of hiking clothes, all of their muscles also bulging out of their shirts. That made me feel, on top of the obvious reasons, like he wouldn’t be into me even if I told him I was also into guys. The following school year, I came out to my friends and then my family. I still didn’t come out to Gunnar, though. I don’t know why. When spring rolled around, I finally messaged him on Grindr one night when he was still on my grid and I was at home in my bedroom. We got to chatting. I am not proud of this either, but when he asked me for a pic, I sent him a pic of someone else who looked older than me but not so handsome that it would seem fake. Thankfully, he believed me. I told him I was in town for work and staying with family, so I couldn’t guarantee a meetup. At first, he was pretty stand-off; his responses were pretty short. Sometime around midnight, though, he seemed to be on the prowl. Gunnar: are you able to sneak away from your family? Me: I don’t think so. I’m kinda stuck here. Gunnar: damn, that’s a shame. Me: Why? Gunnar: I’m fucking horny. My dick was so hard in my boxers it snaked itself out of the fly and demanded my attention. I tip-toed to the bedroom door and locked it quietly. Then, I slowly stroked myself while continuing the conversation with him. Me: Yeah, me too. Gunnar: you top or bottom? I hadn’t really thought about it. I hadn’t even jerked off with another guy; how could I know? Do I need to know before I have sex with a guy? I quickly looked at his profile again, seeing that he had prominently displayed himself as a “Top” and responded. Me: Bottom, I guess. Gunnar: Verse is cool, but I only top. Me: Cool. Gunnar: how long has it been? Me: What do you mean? Gunnar: Since you last got fucked. My heart was thumping out of my chest. I don’t know what the correct answer is. I have no idea how often guys have sex. I jerk off every night, multiple times in a day, if I have the house to myself. Me: Last night I sent it, hoping that was the correct answer. Gunnar: Oh, how was it? Fuck, I don’t know, was it shitty? Was it great? What’s the answer that keeps this conversation going? Me: It was ok. Gunnar: lol, not all tops care if their bottom is satisfied. Me: Do you care? Gunnar: Depends on the bottom and what they are looking for. Me: How so? Gunnar: If he just wants to be a hole for me to throw it in, I’ll just nut and leave. If he wants to get fucked and wants to cum, I’ll fuck the cum out of him lol That was it. I was shooting my load onto my stomach, and it was already my second load tonight, but it was still a big one, thanks to Gunnar. I cleaned it up as quickly as possible to get back to the conversation. Me: I think I’m the second guy hahaha Gunnar: did the guy from last night fuck the cum out of you? Me: No Gunnar: Come over to my place and I’ll make sure you cum 😉 My sore dick was getting hard again. Me: I wish, but I can’t. Gunnar: still sore from last night? Me: sore? Gunnar: lol, oh, was he small? I didn’t understand why I would be sore. What does size have to do with soreness? Me: Yes. I fired off my response, again hoping it was the right answer. Gunnar: Can you handle big dicks? My heart was pounding out of my chest as I typed out my response. Me: How big? Gunnar: 8.5” cut, hbu? Another drop of precum oozed from the head of my cock as I slowly jerked myself off again. Me: I’m almost 7” Gunnar: Trade pics? I jumped out of bed and took a pic of my dick; I was about to send it when I realized I shouldn’t, just in case he sees me at the urinal or something since I have a distinct birthmark just below the tip that’s shaped like a bean. Plus, my body is a bit more like a twink than the pic I already sent him, so it wouldn’t match. I quickly found a pic on Google that looked like it could be attached to that body and sent it to him. An anguishing minute passed before he double-tapped the image for a fire emoji, and then, the most significant thing that could happen in my life happened; he sent me a dick pic—eight and a half inches of muscular-looking dick in my screen. In the pic, he was so hard, he was oozing precum, his dick had visible veins that were bulging, and he looked to be in that state of horniness where it would be painful to push down on your dick. I was in awe. Precum was oozing from my dick looking at it. My brain was melting with this information; I mean…Gunnar’s dick was in a pic in my hand…how could I possibly handle this CIA-level intel? I double-tapped the image and waited for his response. It didn’t take long. Gunnar: Can I see your ass? Fuck. I went on Google again, found a pic that looked about right for the body I sent him earlier, and fired it off to him. Gunnar: Hot! Gunnar: I love a smooth ass! Gunnar: You like getting your ass eaten? Another question I didn’t know the answer to. The closest I’ve had to getting my ass eaten was when I dropped my finger down below my balls during a masturbation session. It was pretty good, but…what is that compared to getting my ass eaten? Me: Yeah Gunnar: Can I eat your ass? My heart was about to explode in my chest. Me: yeah Gunnar: After I eat your ass, can I push the tip of my dick in? This mental image was almost enough to send me over the edge for a third time tonight as I continued to stroke my dick. Me: If you want to Gunnar: Oh I want to. Might want to push in a little deeper too 😉 Me: That might be ok Gunnar: Might be? How deep would be pushing the limit? I didn’t understand but made a guess. Me: A few inches? Gunnar: Mmmm, a few inches would be nice. How deep can I get before you make me wrap up? Or do you like to play bare? I kind of understood this one. I have been secretly watching gay porn online since I was 12. I know what bare means. I also took a health class and understand the need for safe sex. This was just fantasy, and with Gunnar, so I played along. Me: How deep do you want to go? Gunnar: Well…if I get to choose, I’m going 8.5 inches deep lol Me: And then? Gunnar: And then I’ll pull out to the tip and thrust balls deep again and again until you tell me I have to pull out and put on a condom lol Me: What happens if I don’t? Gunnar: You know 😈 I thought about it for a second. Me: You’ll pull out and jerk off on my dick, like in porn? Gunnar: lol, if you want, but if I’m fuckin you bare…I’m probably going to bust inside you. I blew my load all over my stomach for a third time tonight. Most of it pooling in my pubes and dribbling down my fist, but my nuts were drained and sore for the night. I quickly cleaned up, tossing my cum rag into the wash bin and pulling up my boxers. Me: That’s hot. I must have taken too long to respond in my cleanup process because he didn’t show as online and didn’t respond. I eventually passed out. I spent the next few weeks fantasizing about him and the pics he sent me. It was tough at work, knowing what was under his clothes and knowing intimate details about this stallion who would toss around boxes as heavy as me with little to no effort. Ugh... When school started back up in the fall, I had to stop working my job per my parents' rules, so I wasn’t able to keep in touch with Gunnar. When summer rolled around again, I begged my aunt to take me back on for summer help, and she did; unfortunately, Gunnar had transferred to a management position in a different department, so I only saw him in passing and never saw him online anymore. I did see him at the company barbecue with his boyfriend. Which made sense, a stud like Gunnar wouldn’t be on the apps for long. Of course, his boyfriend was gym-fit just like he is, with at least a hundred pounds more muscle than I have. I never felt more like a twink than when Gunnar introduced me to his guy. Since I turned 18 at the beginning of summer, I started looking at the apps more seriously. I had some guys offer to take my virginity even though they assumed I was underage; I even met up with some for “fun.” Which, at first, was just jerking off in the woods close enough that our dicks sometimes bumped into each other. Then I moved on to jerking them off and letting them jerk me off. I did stop for a while when I let a guy jerk me off from behind; he said it was a better angle for him to stroke me, and he stood behind me, reaching around to stroke me, which did feel really good at first. When he started sliding his bare cock up and down my ass crack, I got so nervous that he was going to try and push it in that I quickly pulled up my shorts and ran off. When I got home, I jerked off furiously, blowing my load all over my abs, but then scolded myself for putting myself in a position like that, where a stranger could’ve forced himself into me. I did find a friend my own age who was into jerking off together, but then when I tried to take it a step further and jerk each other off, he let me stroke him, but as soon as he blew his load, he had a bit of a freakout, pulling up his pants and underwear without even cleaning up and ran away. We never talked about it again, but he also never let himself be alone with me after that, which made me feel kinda shitty. Near the end of summer, I had all but given up on losing my virginity before college started. When the annual company barbecue rolled around, I snuck a beer, poured it into a cup, and got myself pretty tipsy off that beer. I never drink or smoke or anything like that. I was having a lot of fun, and when I saw Gunnar across the park, I went to say hi. I barely got a handshake or a smile out of him before someone important came up and stole him away from me. I went and planted myself at a picnic table and sipped my second beer for the night. I was feeling pretty horny, which wasn’t new for me, but what was new was the confidence I got from the beer I had in my system. The beer was like magic in a way that it turned down that voice in the back of my head that told me all the ways it was dangerous to meet up with guys on Grindr and the even louder voice that kept telling me I should wait until I "found someone special" to lose my virginity to. I changed my photo to an actual photo of my headless torso, which I’ll admit was pretty good compared to a lot of the guys on here. I have defined abs and a muscular ass that pops out of my 31" waist. Not much body hair, though, which makes me feel like it might be a little too feminine for some guys. I only had hair in a trimmed bush around my cock, barely any on my balls, and mostly hairless on my ass too. I post one pic of me in my boxers and one in my athletic cup to emphasize I am a jock and not a femboy. Then, I changed the header to “4Now” and put “mostly virgin looking to change that” in my description. Scrolling through, I tapped every guy on my grid who looked to be under 30 and hot enough that I didn’t think it would matter that I didn’t have an emotional connection with them to lose my virginity to them. I chugged the rest of my now third beer and walked back to the table where I was sneaking them from. There were a few people around, but no one was policing the beer. Of course, my aunt walked up just as I was about to grab more. I decided it was too risky. “Jonathan?” A booming voice called out from behind me, making me jump as though I was caught with a beer in hand. I turned to see Gunnar, “Oh shit, man, you scared me,” I chuckled, reaching out to shake his hand. “Sorry, I got pulled away earlier and didn’t get to say hi. How are you? Your aunt told me you just graduated?” He smiled at me as he looked down at me. I didn’t realize how taller he was than me. He must be at least a foot taller, and his muscles are even bigger than the pictures I’ve been jerking off to for the last two years. “Oh yeah, finally moving on to bigger and better things,” I joked, looking around at the group of people I had been working with all summer. He chuckled, “Yeah, what are you going to school for?” “I’m thinking business management, maybe economics, not really sure, but I’m going to GW, and they have a lot of great options,” I crossed my arms, trying to subtly flex my biceps as I did. He reached into the bin, cracked open a beer, and sipped, “Well, that sounds like fun. When do you ship out?” “In three weeks,” I shrugged, staring at his beer like a thirsty puppy. He looked around, his eyebrows knitted together, and a devilish grin came across his face. He lowered his voice and asked, “How many have you had?” My eyes went wide, “Huh?” He grinned even wider, “Uh-uh, don’t play dumb; I’ve seen that look before,” he chuckled. “Are you drunk?” “No, I’ve only had two,” I omitted the third I just finished off. He chuckled again, shrugging his shoulders, “Well, it’s free…and not my problem,” he shook his head. “I’d stick to the light beer, though, wouldn't want to lose those abs your freshmen year, you’ll never get them back,” He winked. “Is that how you’ve kept yours?” I heard the words slip out of my mouth before I remembered there was no way I could know how he looked shirtless. But how would he know what I look like shirtless? His eyes fixed on me, he cocked his head to the side and then slowly brought it back to level, and I saw his face go from thinking to trying to pivot out of this conversation, and it softened, “I’ve seen it happen to too many guys, the freshmen fifteen goes right to the gut,” an eyebrow went up as he looked me up and down slowly. Then he sipped his drink, and I swear he licked his lips in slow motion. “John,” I heard my aunt call my name across the park and waved me over. I turned back to Gunnar, “I’m being summoned.” He chuckled, “I’ll leave a beer, accidentally, on that table in the corner for you,” he whispered before giving me a bro hug that nearly melted my brain. He pulled me into his muscular chest, and his manly scent filled my nostrils. I didn’t want to let go, but if I didn’t, I’d have sprung a boner, so I let go and pulled away. “Thanks,” I said as I started jogging toward my aunt. Once I had finished chatting with her and the head of my department, who took over when Gunnar transferred, I tried to find him, but he was gone. He did leave a beer for me, so I chugged it down. I pulled Grindr back out and had a few messages, a few of them just dick pics, but some asking for details of what I wanted to do tonight and where. I also noticed my pinned conversation with Gunnar had a green light for the first time in a while. I looked around the park to make sure he wasn’t around me and then clicked on his profile. He was 300 feet away. He had an updated photo showing off his pecs. I had to message him. Me: Hey, long time no talk to. Gunnar: Sorry, I deleted my messages a while back. Refresh my memory. I don't recognize your pics. Oh fuck, I forgot I changed my profile to *me* since I last chatted with him. I felt a rush. Mostly to my dick, but my heart was pounding pretty fast as I typed back. Me: Oh, no worries, it’s been a while. Gunnar: You’re 18? And a virgin? The bubble popped up to let me know he was the most recent person to check out my profile. Me: Lol, yeah. I cringed, a part of me hoping he would block me for being such a loser. Gunnar: Well, we definitely didn’t meet up, I would’ve remembered not taking your virginity, especially wearing that jock strap. My dick twitched in my underwear. Me: It’s the cup I wear when playing baseball, but, yeah, we never met up. I felt relieved my virginity didn’t scare him off. However, I was growing increasingly nervous that he would pop up behind me as some sort of “gotcha” because I’d been [banned word] on him for the last two years. Gunnar: I see that, makes it hard to tell how big you are underneath 🍆 Holy shit, was he asking me to send him a dick pic? Ok, play it cool. Gunnar: though the bulge in these boxers is a good indicator you’re above average. That made my dick hard instantly. I looked around again, making sure he wasn’t around and seeing me message him back. Me: Well, you’ll have to pull my boxers down to find out 😉 Gunnar: Are you asking me to take your virginity? Oh fuck, is he offering? What if he finds out it's me and…rejects me? Me: Are you offering? I thought I was going to faint from the anticipation of his response. My heart rate must have been at dangerous levels, even with the beer calming the rest of my nerves. Gunnar: It would be an honor and a privilege. 🫡 I nearly blew my load in my pants reading that. Me: When and where? Gunnar sent his address and added: when are you free? I’m stuck at a work thing for another hour, but I’ll be home by 7. My hands were shaking as I typed out: 7:30 it is. Then I closed out the app as if being offline somehow made it so he couldn’t change his mind. I reached down into my pants, pulled my 7” cut dick up into the waistband, chugged my beer, and looked for the best way to sneak out without anyone realizing I had left early. I made it home and took a good shit and hot shower, soaping myself up the best I could. The beer was making me feel weird but in a good way. I slipped on some clean boxers, a tight black t-shirt, and some skinny jeans, slipped on my vans, and did some pushups and situps to make sure I was looking my best. I even put on some cologne I was gifted for Christmas that I never use. I tossed some microfiber paste into my hair, giving it that touseled purposely look, my natural blonde highlights getting more prominent as the paste darkens the sandy brown hair underneath. I opened the app, he hadn’t said anything new and wasn’t online. I looked at the address; it was a thirty-minute walk, but I could make it in ten easy if I took my bike. I jumped on my bike and peddled across town, taking every shortcut I could, and decided to park my bike at a rack not far from Gunnar’s apartment building. I didn’t want him to see me ride up on my bike like I was some sort of child. I walked up to his house, nervous as fuck and terrified he was going to open the door, see it's me, and get pissed. I had to try, though. I knocked. Heard the massive man walking to the door, opening it in just a towel and damp hair. He grinned, looking me up and down, shook his head, saying, “Ok,” and held the door for me to walk in. I didn’t hesitate. My tight t-shirt was sticking to my torso from my ride over, and my red plaid boxers were riding up out of the top of my jeans; I suddenly felt very uncomfortable in my clothes as my dick started getting hard from the smell of his apartment. It was like a concentrated version of his scent, and I was in heaven. I didn’t know if I should sit or what, but when I heard the chain lock slide in the bar, I turned to see his naked, jacked torso as he slowly walked toward me. “I had a feeling that was you,” he smiled, putting his hands on my hips. “You did?” I squeaked out, looking up at him. He huffed and grinned. “Yeah, you’ve been checking me out since I met you. It was not subtle,” his smirk widened. “It wasn’t?” my smile grew to show teeth. He pulled me into him, my crotch pushing against his as his hands groped my ass, and he leaned in to kiss me. It wasn’t my first kiss with another guy, but holy fuck; it unlocked something in me that could never be put back in the box. I wrapped my arms around his shoulders, standing on my tippy toes as I practically hung from his neck like a monkey. He wrapped his toned arms around me, feeling up and down my back as his tongue explored my mouth, and his hands felt every ridge of my body, focusing on my ass. He broke our kiss and grabbed my hand, leading me towards his bedroom. I kicked off my shoes as we went. His bedroom had dim but warm lighting, and his manly scent only got stronger. He closed the bedroom door behind us and spun around, grabbing the hem of my shirt and pulling it up and off my body in the smoothest motion. His mouth was back on mine, his tongue wrestling with mine as his hands worked the buttons on my jeans and pushed them down. He got them halfway down my thighs, almost pulling my boxers down with them, but the tent in the front kept them from going down. He pushed me down onto the bed on my back. I propped myself up on my elbows to watch as he worked my jeans and socks off. I could see his muscled leg sneak out the slit in his towel, which, to my frustration, was still tightly wrapped around his waist as he dropped to his knees between my legs. He hooked his fingers in my boxers, “Is this ok?” I nodded quickly. The room was spinning, and my heart was pounding in my throat. I tried to focus on something other than what was happening so I didn't jizz as soon as my cock sprang free as he pulled gently down, and I lifted my ass to help, my cock sprang free from the elastic waistband with a thud of precum and hard dick hitting my abs as my boxers pooled at my ankles. His hands massaged my legs, up my thighs, and then my crotch, barely letting his thumbs caress my balls, teasing and massaging me, helping me relax as I watched unblinking, waiting for him to take this to the next level. He grinned, kissing my thigh from the knee to my crotch; his five o’clock shadow tickled my ball sack. The heat of his head sends waves of pleasure through my body. Then to frustrate me some more, he skipped my cock and went to the other leg, again kissing my thigh from knee to crotch. I felt precum forcing its way out the head of my painfully hard dick as I made it bounce for him, hoping to draw his attention to it. As he sucked on my inner thigh and his scruff rubbed my soft, mostly untouched skin, I couldn’t help but let out a soft moan of pleasure. He pulled back, rubbing my thighs again, giving a deep tissue massage; it felt so good; I had never had anyone massage me like this, and it damn near made me explode. He smiled at me, “What do you want next?” “Umm…” I squeaked, cleared my throat, and lowered my voice an octave, “Whatever you want to do?” He chuckled, leaning in; he licked the drops of precum on the tip of my cock, barely letting his tongue touch my skin but getting a taste of my brand, licking his lips with it and swallowing it down with a satisfied hum. “You taste good,” he whispered. “Yeah?” I said with a bit too much surprise. “Yeah, you don’t know?” He asked, spreading my legs, stretching out those upper thigh muscles as he did. I shook my head. He grabbed my cock, giving it a few good strokes, and squeezed out a drop of my precum, used his finger to wipe it up and leaned up to me to smear it on my lips, and pushed his finger into my mouth, sliming my tongue with my own juice. I instinctively closed my mouth around his finger as though it were his cock and sucked my essence off his finger. “That’s it,” he groaned, “How’s it taste?” He asked in a gravelly voice. “Good,” I breathed out as his finger left my mouth. “You taste sweet, Jonathan; I want more,” he said and dropped his mouth down to the head of my cock, holding me in his hand like a microphone as he licked the head like a melting snow cone. “Mmmfffuck,” I moaned, rocking my hips up and squirming under him. He licked and sucked the tip, then licked up and down the sides, getting me nice and wet before he deep-throated me with ease. I was in heaven. If I died in this moment, it would be worth it. He slowly sucked my dick; his mouth worked out every ounce of precum my balls would give him, swallowing me until his chin was tickling my balls, then sucked the tip again, repeating the motion until I felt my balls starting to tighten already. “Oh my God, I’m gonna cum,” I thrashed under him, but he held me down and took me deeper into his throat, forcing me to unload in his mouth. “Oh fuck,” I groaned and moaned as my balls spasmed, and my cum shot out into his throat, wad after wad until I couldn’t handle his mouth on me anymore. He recognized the signs and pulled off, quickly climbing on top of me to kiss me and share the cum that coated his mouth, or at least what he hadn’t already swallowed. It was something I never thought I would be ok with, but since it was Gunnar and I was still coming down from my orgasm, I licked the inside of his mouth and swallowed and swapped spit with him until I realized he no longer had a towel on, and my legs were wrapped around his very naked, well-defined waist, heels resting on his toned ass and his massive cock was sliding alongside my softening dick. He moaned into my mouth, and I returned the moan. He broke the kiss and started kissing my neck, almost biting me, then back up to my mouth, with a groan as his hand reached up and he fists my hair gently but firmly, pulling my head back to break our kiss again and he kissed down my chin to my Adam’s apple, then back up to my lips where he teased a kiss, leaving me without the pleasure and then stuck his tongue out for me and I instinctively sucked on it. I was in heaven; this was a fantasy come true. No, it was better. He wrapped his arms around my back and up to my shoulders, pulling me into the grinding and gyrating of his hips while massaging my shoulders and neck as he kissed in a triangle between my mouth, my neck, and my ear until he eventually broke the pattern and started kissing down my chest. He licked down my abs until he got down to my dick which was already hard again. I was expecting him to take me back into his mouth, but he skipped my dick, grabbed my legs below the knee, and pushed them up towards my head, and the most amazing thing happened. His mouth settled on my ass. He spit on my hole and then used his tongue to smear it into my tight pucker. I moaned and wriggled; the pleasure was something otherworldly. “Oh shit, Gunnar, don’t stop,” I moaned, my feet on his shoulders and rocking my hips up and down on his tongue. I had heard of getting your ass eaten, I heard it felt good, but the reality of it was mind-blowing. I started jerking myself off, riding his tongue and letting him force it into my sphincter; the overwhelming amount of satisfaction that came from it was so much I already felt myself getting close to cumming again. I didn’t want to blow my load too soon; I didn’t want any of this to end, so I pulled my hand from my cock and spread my legs wide, holding my knees so he could get his tongue deeper. “Mmmm, fuck,” I whispered. He moaned into my hole, just adding another sensation to this fantastic experience. After what seemed like twenty minutes, he stopped munching on my hole and let me rest, crawling back up and kissing his way back to my mouth. I wrapped my arms and legs around him; I was in a state of bliss that I never saw in porn or on the faces of my friends when they described their first-time experiences. This was lightyears better than I had fantasized it would be. Gunnar again wrapped his arms around me as our tongues explored each other's mouths while he rubbed his massive cock up and down my body. He let it slip down between my ass cheeks, the head dripping precum all over my crack and my hole. The tip kept gently rubbing my pucker, whispering to it to open up, but Gunnar didn’t push in; he just kept teasing me, and I was going insane. I wanted it so bad. I needed to get my cherry popped by Gunnar. I had fantasized about this so many times I would literally die if he didn’t fuck me tonight. He started sucking on my neck while his dick rubbed a little more intensely on my hole, and I let out a moan followed by a mumbled, “Fuck, that feels good; I want you to fuck me.” I thought it might have been too buried in my moan, but he kissed and nibbled my ear and said, “Are you sure?” His hips added a little more pressure to push his cock head between the lips of my asshole. I moaned, “Yeah, I’ve wanted this for so long,” I rocked my hips to slide my ass on his dick. “You want my dick in you?” He stuck his tongue in my ear. “Oh God, yes, ungh,” I groaned. He sat up, reaching over to the nightstand, and pulled out some lube. Wasting no time, he squirted some onto his big dick and smothered it. I took a few deep breaths to calm my nerves and let him squirt some lube onto my hole, gently fingering it into me. I had fingered myself a few times, but his fingers were considerably larger than mine, and it stung a little but quickly became a sensation I loved. He kept alternating which fingers and how many he pushed inside me, but it was so gentle I almost forgot that he was about to fuck me. Until he pulled his fingers out entirely and started rubbing his lube-slicked dick on my hole. He put my legs on his shoulders, leaned over me, and kissed me again, nudging his crown into my ass until the lube eased him into my hole. It was so slow, pushing so gently, that I almost couldn’t tell he was pushing into my hole until there was a stronger nudge, and the head breached my outer ring. “Oh…holy…ungh,” I grunted; there was an ungodly pain that shot through my anus and into my guts as my sphincter tightened around his flared cock head. I tried to push my legs back to push him back, “Wait, shit, that hurts,” I groaned, his weight and sheer size on my legs made my effort fruitless. “You’re ok, just breathe and push out,” he said, not letting up. “Ungh, fuck man, wait…it’s too big, I don’t think I can handle it,” I wreathed in pain, trying to push a man twice my size and weight off of me. He dipped his head down and started gnawing on my neck, then my chest, his large arms hugging my legs and reaching up to my shoulders, gripping me so he could slowly impale me with his cock. His hips rocked, and another inch pushed into me. “Oh fuck,” I hissed, feeling the wind get knocked out of me, my legs pinned by his broad chest, forcing me to push out as I attempted to push him off with no success, accidentally easing the pain shooting into me as he pushed slowly in. I thought this was supposed to feel good, but it hurt like hell. I grunted and groaned as he continued to sink yet another inch into me. At least half of his cock had to be in me, and it was the most searing, intense pain I had ever felt in my life. His mouth came up and kissed me deep, sensual, and loving; there was an intensity that felt so right, something I had wanted for so long, and distracting me from the anal invasion. He broke the kiss and whispered, “Jonathan, you’re so tight, your ass is sucking my cock in, you feel that?” His cock twitched inside me. I grunted, strainging to speak through clenched teeth, “Fuck, man, you’re too big; you gotta pull out." “If I pull out now it will hurt worse, you need to relax, just breathe and relax,” he whispered and rocked his hips into me, shoving another inch into me. “Ahh…shhh…fuck,” I hissed and struggled. I wrapped my arms around his broad, muscular back, the feeling of his warm, soft skin was comforting. I felt his abs contracting on the back of my legs every time he tried to thrust deeper into me. The feeling of his cock flexing inside my ass was way better than him pushing deeper into me, but also somewhat sobering and I realized I forgot rule number one about sex. “Ummm, shouldn’t you be wearing a condom?” I asked. He kissed me again, “No, babe," his tongue lapped at my upper lip, "you don’t want that on your first time,” he thrust into me again. “You want to feel it, trust me,” he said. I did trust him, though having unsafe sex with him scared me a bit. “You don’t have…anything right?” He kissed me again, “No babe, just relax and enjoy my dick in you." He kissed down to my ear and flexed his cock inside me again, "You want to feel what it’s like to have a man fuck you, don’t you?” His lips on my ear was titillating. “Mmm, yeah,” I tried to relax my hole with no experience doing so. He wrapped his arms tighter around me and started thrusting deeper into me. The pain was a little less, and his cock was starting to feel good inside me. Knowing he was in me without a condom was turning me on. Knowing he wanted to feel me, wanted to fuck me, was such a turn-on. I heard myself moan in pleasure on his next thrust. He kept sensually making love to me, pushing ever so slightly deeper with each thrust, and I was going insane with mix of pleasure and pain. My hands ran through his hair and pulled him into my neck as he kissed me and nibbled on the tender skin of my neck. He let my legs fall to the side, making it easier for me to breathe as he let his chest fall onto mine as we made out and he slowly fucked me. I instinctively wrapped my legs around his waist, I could feel his hips pull out before I felt his dick thrust deeper into me, and I moaned each time he hit a new depth. “Fuck this feels so good,” I moaned. “You’re so tight, I love it,” he thrust deeper. I held on and did my best to relax as he started building up a rhythm. Each push went a little deeper, opening my hole in ways I didn’t know I would enjoy. It took at least ten minutes of humping into me for him to give me one hard thrust, and I finally felt his pubes tickling my ass. His hips started smacking against my cheeks as he really started to fuck me. “Fuck, that feels so good,” I groaned between strokes. He grabbed me tight and rolled us both so he was on his back, and I could ride his dick. I did my best to lift a few inches on his big dick and impaled myself back down. He reached out and started stroking my soft dick back to life; the added pleasure was insane. I started moaning, deep, guttural moans as I found the right angle and rhythm on his cock. The feeling of his head swelling inside me, hitting my prostate, his precum lubing my canal with every rock of my hips, I was in heaven. I could feel him from the edge of my hole all the way into my guts. It was better than I imagined. I can’t believe something that started out so painful turned into something so fucking good. I took over, stroking my dick, rocking back and forth on his cock, stirring up an orgasm deep inside me. I was no longer riding his cock to please him but to focus on my own orgasm. He started thrusting up into me as I slid down his shaft, holding my hips, matching my rocking on his cock. “Oh yeah, Jesus, that feels good,” I rode and stroked myself. His cock was hitting that spot inside me that was quickly bringing my second orgasm to the edge. “I’m so close,” I said. His grip on my hips got tighter as his hips slammed into my ass. I rocked to let his cock hit my insides just right as I stroked my cock furiously. I was getting fucked by Gunnar, riding his massive cock and he was about to fuck the cum out of me, my mind was blown. “I”m gonna cum,” I warned. “Do it,” he growled, trying to keep in tune with my now erratic rhythm as my ass clenched down on his massive tool and my body started spasming around his cock and his relentless thrusting. “Oh fuck,” I gasped as my balls tightened, and I felt my legs tremble as my orgasm started deep inside my guts, traveling through my balls and shot out of my cock in huge spurts of boiling hot cum. I shot a rope of cum onto his massive chest. My mind melted and I continued to rock on his cock as I shot my next wad of cum, then the next pooling in his belly button. “Fuck..ungh,” I groaned as the most amazing orgasm of my life rocked through my body, my legs shaking, my ass twitching on his cock as I jerked out the last few ropes of cum onto his stomach. He let me ride out my orgasm and then rolled me onto my back, where he pinned my legs to my shoulders and started hammering my hole. The pleasure was quickly turning into a burning sensation as his cock thrust harder into me. His cock seemed to be swelling inside me, feeling like it doubled in girth. I was struggling to take him now that I had cum and my horniness was quickly wearing off. I could hear my moans turn to groans as he continued to piston into my ass. He kissed me and held me tighter, grunted and breathed heavily into my neck, “Fuck, I’m gonna cum,” he warned in a husky voice. I didn’t know what to do; I did know I wanted it. “Yes, cum for me,” I said, wrapping my ankles around the back of his neck tighter, trying to power through the intensity of his thrusting. “Fuck, mmm, ungh,” he moaned, his body stiffening as he thrust hard into my ass, his cock twitching as his cock spasmed and unloaded into my guts. “Mmm, fuck,” he twitched for a few seconds, then breathed and kissed me. His cock throbbed inside my hole, the warmth of his load giving my raw hole a soothing relief that I desperately needed. “Shit, that felt good,” he relaxed on top of me. My cum smeared between us and all over the back of my legs. I wrapped my arms tighter around him, holding him as the last drops of his load pulsed into me. “That was…amazing,” I whispered, my hands rubbing the back of his head, running through his sweaty hair. Feeling his cock softening inside me was a sensation I never thought I’d feel, but I wanted to keep him inside me now that the thrusting had stopped and I just felt full. He rested for a few minutes and then rolled off of me, his cock sliding out of me too quickly and leaving me feeling empty. We just cuddled until we both drifted off to sleep. I woke up around 3 am, the dried cum on my stomach cracking like paint in an itchy way. The heat from Gunnar’s body next to mine was intense. I quietly got up, found my boxers, slipped them on, and snuck out. While that was the most amazing night of my life, I was terrified of him waking up in the morning and reacting poorly to finding me in his bed, so I got my bike and rode home. I got into my bed and fell asleep around 4 am. The following day I checked my messages and had one from Gunnar: You snuck out? I hope you’re ok. Last night was amazing, and I want to fuck you again before you leave for college. I read and reread it a few times. I even jerked off to the pictures of his dick, knowing he was balls deep in my hole and his cum was 9” deep inside my ass. It took me the better part of the day to respond to him. “I’d like that too.” The entire thing was amazing but confusing. We ended up having sex a dozen times before I finally left for college. The last time was so intense I nearly cried from the pleasure. patreon.com/BurnAfterReading769

Everybody lies, Jake thought to himself as he knocked on his next trick's door. Jake pulled the same routine that had worked for him a few times before. When he met Chris, he explained that he had a 85% hearing deficiency in both ears. It was a total lie, but the only way Jake figured he could fuck a nice ass raw since he found out he was poz a year before. They were almost twins: both in their earlier 20s at nearly 5 ft 11, 130 pounds, with slight athletic builds. J ake was a slight shade tanner than Chris, but, otherwise, as Chris joked at one point, they could pass as each other's stunt double should the need arise. Chris was very excited to see Jake. After exchanging small talk, and enjoying a couple glasses of wine, Jake found himself on the floor of Chris' living room while he artfully injected his tongue down Chris's throat. The makeout session progressed quickly to Chris' bed. Jake was getting excited thinking about the devious plan about to unfold as Chris aggressively gave Jake head. Jake matched Chris' aggressiveness and flipped him onto his back and went down on Chris' rock-hard dick. Jake let his tongue stroll around Chris' balls, and found its way to Chris' smooth, tight hole. Quickly, Jake jabbed his tongue at the hole as if a prelude for the bigger jab he had planned for Chris, who responded by moaning and bucking his hips. "Damn, that feels amazing." Chris said, which encouraged Jake to tongue-fuck his hole even more aggressively. Jake made sure to leave a lot of spit on the hole to aid the upcoming penetration. Jake lifted up Chris' legs and positioned himself missionary-style to enter Chris' hole. Chris was caught a little off-guard by the sudden movements but quickly asked, "Are you clean?" As he had done many times before with many guys, Jake pretended to not hear Chris's question properly and answered, "Yeah, I'm a top." Chris wasn't sure if Jake really heard and understood the question, but, he didn't have time to protest, as Jake quickly slipped his thick cock head into Chris' hole. "Mmmmm...." Chris moaned while Jake pressed the rest of himself inside his hole. Jake didn't have an especially long cock, but it was thick from tip to base; and he knew how to use it to minimize pain and maximize pleasure. Many guys would attest, he was a natural top. "Just don't cum in me" Chris said in a louder than usual voice to try and ensure his 'deaf' lover would hear. Jake answered unexpectedly, "Yeah, it feels good. You're hot!" Chris was turned on by the thick tool filling his hole, but was also concerned that Jake wasn't hearing him. He raised his voice a notch and repeated his instruction "Don't cum in me." Again, Jake disregarded the remark and offered a reply that didn't fully make sense, "Yeah, okay, I can go faster" quickening his pace. The concern roaming about in Chris' head quickly faded as the thick cock in his ass quickened from a moderate thrusting to a full on ass-pounding. "Oh fuck!" Chris blurted out, "Fuck, fuck, fuck.!" Jake continued the frantic pace, "I love fucking your ass. I can't wait to cum inside you!" "No..." Chris moaned, "no cum!" Jake kept fucking and retorted, "Yeah, I shoot a big load" as he continued to fake his obliviousness. Jake gave Chris a few especially deep thrusts to distract him from the conversation. And it worked. "Oh my GOD!" Chris had a difficult time saying as he alternated between clenching his teeth and gasping for air, "Feels so .. fucking.. GOOD! FUCK ME! FUCK ME!" Jake continued to drill Chris' hole, while Chris grabbed at Jake's cock as if trying to prevent the cum building-up inside to prevent it from escaping. "You want more?" Jake asked. "Yes! God yes! FUCK ME ! FUCK ME!!!" Chris wailed. "Ready for my cum?!" Jake asked as he continued his vicious assault on Chris' ass. Jake was rock-hard at the thought of unloading his poz jizz into his hot, unsuspecting victim. "Fuck! unh... no... please don't cum in me!" Chris yelled in an even louder voice. "Good. You're gonna get it" Jake replied as he continued the assault on Chris' ass. Again Chris attempted to make himself understood "Don't cum. Please don't cum in me!" Jake didn't hesitate with his response, "Fuck yeah, beg for my cum!" as he continued piston-fucking. Chris was growing anxious that Jake didn't seem to hear him properly, but he was also getting close to cumming, and his better judgment was quickly slipping away. Ever the experienced one, Jake leaned forward and covered Chris's mouth with one hand as he continued to fuck. He probed a couple of fingers into Chris' mouth so that Chris could no longer verbally protest. "I'm gonna fill your ass with so much cum!" Jake insisted. Chris tried to protest and moan, but Jake held his fingers firmly on his tongue and Chris's words were not recognizable. Chris gave in to the pleasure and forcefulness of Jake and expel Jake's fingers long enough to announce his change of heart, "Yeah FUCK ME! Cum in me!" Jake and Chris were both nearly ready to blow their loads. Chris was virtually panting with anticipation as he felt Jake's cock tighten even more in his hole. "Take my charged load, you slut!" Jake yelled as he unloaded deep inside Chris' hole. Chris was slightly puzzled by the word "charged" but didn't give it much of a thought as he felt his ass getting slippery and wet. A fraction of a second later, Chris was jerking his cock and shooting his load all over his chest and stomach. "Oh fuck!!!" Chris yelled as he felt Jake's cum filling his hole, his own cum exploding onto his torso. Jake slowed down but still slowly fucked his cum into Chris' hole a few more times to make sure Chris got every drop. Chris pulled Jake into an embrace and kissed him passionately. Jake pulled away for a moment, "Thanks for letting me cum in you. That was amazing." Chris responded only by kissing Jake again. Nothing like a plan coming together, Jake thought to himself.

I have found music is an important aspect of when cum dumping. As a bottom I like to feel the euphoria of the base. Anyway have any good tracks they like playing in the background?

I've been to a few CumUnion events in the UK in the last couple of years. I haven't been to Torquay, but I did do Sheffield and Northwich. Neither did anything special to promote it or make any effort with the venue - it was just a regular evening at the sauna - if you hadn't seen it on the CumUnion website you wouldn't have known. I hope Torquay will be different - would be interesting to hear how it goes. I really miss the CumUnion event in London which was amazing.

yeah for sure, I can host when there alone, has to be quiet and on the DL, drop pants pump and dump style

Ariana Grande made me laugh so hard

I'm interested in this too. I kinda need slutty tracks. A local master puts on the top 40 as he fucks me and yeah getting pounded to the voice of Ariana Grande is not particularly hot haha

To chance encounters. I am at Sean and Phong’s apartment, sitting around the living table, each of us in our own chair. Small chats, questions, smiles, to get to know each other. There are half a dozen peace lilies on the floor next to the window, their leaves wavering with the wind from the balcony. On the table, a puddle of condensation is forming around the bottom of our mango smoothie cup. The conversation turns towards massage now. Why I did it, what I wish to accomplish. Phong mentions that he’s been having tight neck and shoulders lately, and I contemplate whether to offer him a massage or not. I hesitate for a moment too long, and the conversation shifts. I think to myself, if nothing happens, we’ll just sit here, talking for ages, so I stand, walk to him, offer him a massage. He smiles broadly. I tell him it’s difficult to massage with his shirt on. It’s off before I can blink. He asks Sean to grab moisturizer as a substitute for oil, and I begin massaging his neck. I tell him it’s better laying down, and before I finish the sentence, he’s up, walking to the bedroom, lying flat on his stomach. He is eager. So I massage him. Sean watches, curious, asking questions. Phong relaxes under my hands, enjoying the physical touch. My fingers follow the curve of his shoulders, the line of his spine. Afterwards, he turns to me, smiles, and we kiss again. Sean joins us. Clothes are off. We’re naked. Rough. Intimate. Sweaty. For the next hour, I am the center of their attention. We move, we laugh, we rest, we drink water. Phong reheats pizza while I stay in their bed, Sean holding me close. Cuddling. Kissing. My head rests on his chest. Silent. Still. It feels really good to hug you, he says. Why? Because you’re comfortable in your own skin. I think about that for a moment, about how far I’ve come on this personal journey. I thank him, warmly, and close my eyes. For a fleeting moment, I feel calm. I feel safe. I feel at peace. I know this moment is temporary, fleeting, fragile. It’s a space we created together, a space that fades when Phong announces dinner, a space tucked away when I’m in the shower, a space yet to be found again when we sit to eat pizza at 9 p.m. on a Saturday night. The TV plays Australian tennis. Outside, cars and trams and people rush by. We talk about how we met, piecing together the night from our own perspectives. And there it is, that feeling again. It sneaks up on me. Hits me, every time. Sadness. They had stayed that night to see the stars. I had returned to see if they were still there. By chance, by luck, by serendipity, we found each other again. The universe must have had its reasons. A clearing of clouds, a night full of stars, all aligned to bring us together. Pawns placed on a chessboard, moving in ways we’ll never fully understand. I am grateful for that night. Grateful for them. Grateful for the stars. Still, I wonder, what’s next? I don’t know the answer to that. I’m not supposed to. Not yet. The peace lilies will grow. The puddle under the mango smoothie will have long since dried. And life will move on— I hope, with all three of us, in the same direction.

Just let it happen, let them in x x x

Just let them fuck you, get filled with all that slimy white spunk. Enjoy being a cumdump for horny studs to use, getting filled with strangers cocks and spunk is a turn on, it's raw its nasty it's risky as fuck but its fun. Keep doing it for pure kinky pleasure. X x x

Usually like sucking cock outdoors, in my lifted diesel truck, in the bed or back seats. Let the guy relax while I stroke his meat using my throat muscles

I'm gonna date myself now. The only thing I ever shoplifted was porn magazines. In my hometown (Champaign, IL) there was a bookstore across the street from the bus stop going home. I used to go in there all the time waiting for the bus home. That was when I discovered Honcho (THE BEST), Mandate, Blueboy, Playguy, etc. This would've been around 1979. I was 15. I would shoplift them, until I finally clocked the owner of the bookstore was gay (the other owner was I think his sister). He sold them to me no questions. They were only $1.95. I wish I still had all those old Honcho magazines! That's where I discovered that I really preferred stories to pictures. My problem with most porn these days is that no one is having any fun. They usually look bored. My favorite porn guy is Joel Someone because he's sexy as fuck and ALWAYS looks like he's having fun. He made a fun video with King Dwarf (I also dig short guys) where they're both laughing and having a blast. To me that's super sexy.

Part 5 …..I open my mouth to protest and he hawks deeply and unloads a huge glob of juice into my mouth. He puts one hand to my throat tightening his grip and with the other squeezes my mouth open loading my mouth with another load of phlegm. I am so turned on by this angry and aggressive possession as I give in to his domination. Slowly releasing my throat, he pulls me into a kiss and transfers more saliva into my mouth. He roughly shoves his tongue in my mouth with a deep kiss secreting more saliva into my mouth. Swallowing the remnants, I think; “Fuck this guy owns me, and I can’t get enough of this beast”… Tom stands up and tells me to get in the pool so we can cool off. He grabs the bottle of scotch, takes a deep tug on the bottle and brings it with him as he joins me in the water. I drank a heavy pour as we lean into each other. I let him know this has been one of the best nights of my life. My ass is sore for sure, but my feeling of completeness is overwhelming. We float in the pool for a while as we cool down, embracing and kissing. It’s not long and we finish the bottle and I’m feeling a good buzz. While I’m exhausted, I don’t want the evening to end and ask Tom if he’ll spend the night, maybe even the weekend. He quickly agrees and suggests we keep the buzz going and steps out and grabs a vape pen from his pocket. Taking a couple deep hits, it’s not long and I feeling completely chilled. When I get high, I’m instantly horny and true to form my cock is as hard as a rock. One of the many features I love about this house is all the rooms overlooking the pool open out and have electronic smart glass allowing any level of privacy I want. Eyeing the massive shower through the large window, seeing multiple heads and jets, Tom leads me by the dick and says let’s take a shower and then I’ll give you a massage. With a shit ass grin he says he may even allow me to come. In the shower, Tom soaps me up and rinses me off. He kneels and soon has my cock in his mouth. Using his tongue, he licks the head and shaft. Like the pro he is, my entire cock goes down his throat and he expertly works me into a fully turned on state. Coming off my cock, the licks down to my balls and takes each nut in his mouth individually then in tandem. I’m so turned on. Turning me around he spread my ass cheeks and is quickly eating my ass. His tongue is fucking me probing my open hole. Sensing I’m getting close, he stands up, steps out and as he does so turns the hot water off without me seeing and I’m doused in cold water. Screeching from the sudden cold he sees my cock quickly wilt and starts laughing as I quickly step out. Drying me off, he continues grinning and tells me he’s not ready for me to cum yet and asks if I have any massage oil or lotion. Guiding me to the bed he tells me to lie on my stomach and joining me, he drizzles oil on my shoulders and back he’s soon giving me a deep tissue massage. He works down to my lower back and ass working it deep. I’m groaning with pleasure as he finds knots and tension points. Next, he starts on my right foot and leg, working them deeply. He works up to my inner thighs and I’m groaning as I tell him he’s found my most sensual spot and massages in deeper and continues as he rubs my taint and plays with my hole a bit. Knowing I’m hard again, he withdraws back and then repeats this on the left leg. It’s not long again and he is back at the inner thigh again and cupping my balls. I’m cock is as hard as steel when he’s says to turn over. Now laying on my back Tom straddles me and pours some oil on my cock, slowly stroking me. Spreading his legs further he slides up and starts passionately kissing me. He sits up, pulls his ass cheeks apart and slides right down on my dick until I’m balls deep. It’s been a while since I’ve fucked anyone and am loving the warmth of his hole. He then starts slowly riding me. His pace quickens and I feel his ass clamping down as he begins slamming up and down on my cock. As animalistic as he was when fucking me, he is now doing the same as he’s impaling himself with my dick. He demands I give him my toxic load as he is milking my cock with his ass. I’m so turned on its not long when I scream out FUCK as my load erupts in his ass. Tom continues riding me until he feels me soften and slip out. He slides onto my chest and returns to kissing me. Pulling back, he turns around shoves his butt in my face and tells me to eat my load. I love eating ass, especially when there is a fresh load. I’m rimming him deeply and trying to eat my load back out. He pulls up slightly demanding I open my mouth and he immediately dumps his ass load in my eager mouth. Telling me not to swallow, he turns around, drops down to kiss me again and I share some of the contents with him. We both swallow as the guy continues to amaze me. Tom’s dick is hard again. He spreads my legs apart with his and immediately slides into my ass again. Pulling my waist up he starts pounding me. He soon tenses up and delivers another load into my sloppy hole. I’m not sure how he can cum so much and so many times in 4 hours but I’m not going to complain. Falling beside me, he pulls me into a hug with his semi-hard cock resting between my ass cheeks. Exhausted, I’m fighting sleep when he whispers in my ear not to plan on too much sleep, as Tom’s sure he can top off my hole in another hour or two. Looking forward to more from this stud, I’m completely content and we both dose off to sleep before long….

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.

I'd always been a pretty straight laced guy. At the age of 30, I'd done my share of partying, but had never lost my head. I'd been safe, responsible. I was proud to reach 30 without ever contracting an STD. Don't get me wrong, I wasn't a stiff. I'd experimented with drugs (weed, coke, Tina, g, e) but nothing too major. And I drank. Man, could I toss back the booze! On the particular February night this story takes place, I'd done just that. One drink at eight had turned into multiple drinks at different bars. I'm a fairly decent looking guy, so I've always been able to flirt at least a shot out of a bartender. By the time I stumbled into my apartment, it was 3:00 A.M. and I was trashed. So, I did what any drunk horny homo does: I got online. Usually, I dirty chat until I pass out but, tonight was different. Almost immediately I saw someone I knew: Justin. Justin was a very hot guy I'd fooled around with a couple of times and then lost track of - the way you can with tricks. He had a huge cock, but was always kind of boring in bed. He was pretty vanilla and never had the throw-down that I wanted. So, you can imagine my shock when he typed "Come over. I'm going to slam for the first time and I want you here." Now, I'd never slammed before, in fact I rarely did Tina. I didn't like the fact that I had difficulty getting hard and cumming when I partied. But, to watch a friend get slammed and party who I didn't know particularly well intrigued me. My rising cock sealed the deal. I was out the door and on the way to his house within five minutes. When I got there, the door man buzzed me into the building without even checking with him. I guess I was expected. I got on the elevator and I thought, I'm not going to party even if there's smoking. I'm going to watch him get slammed, see how slutty he gets, and jack off. That's all. This plan was confirmed when the door was opened not by Justin, but by someone else, who introduced himself saying "Hi, I'm Mark." "Hi Mark. Where's Justin?" "Oh, he's in the bathroom getting ready. Come in." Mark had answered the door shirtless and as i looked at his face and body all I could think was, Mark is poz, probably with a high viral load. He had defined muscles, but the were very pale with veins prominent everywhere. When he shook my hand, I noticed his nails were really long and looked kind of sharp, which was weird. Well, I thought, I'm definitely not partying. Do not want to loose my inhibitions with this guy. I walked into the apartment and found Justin getting out of the shower. "Hey, bro!" he said. "Glad you can make it! I really want someone here I can trust." His body was just as amazing as I remembered. t was hard not to stare, he was so beautiful. His dick, even soft, hung longer than my dick when hard. "No worries. The idea gets me hard, man! Watching you get chemmed!" "It does?" He reached out and felt my rising cock in my jeans. "Fuck yeah, dude. I didn't even know you partied!" "Only on occasion. In fact, I'm taking a hiatus to Tina for awhile, and want to end it with a bang." He started unzipping my jeans. I grabbed him and kissed him hard. "Let's get you fucked up, man!" We went into his bedroom. Mark had laid out three full needles in a tray. "Oh, Mark" I said, "Just in case one of those is for me, I can't tonight. I have work early and can't get fucked up - I'll watch you, 'tho." "Really?" he asked, "cause your dick seems to say otherwise" as he extracted my now hard cock out of my boxers. "I know, man. I wish I could, but really, I have to be responsible tonight." "It's cool. I understand." Justin sat down on a chair, worked a belt around his arm and started pumping his fist. His cock looked like it wanted action, so I started stroking it. "Yeah, Ryan!" he moaned. "Keep doing that. I need a distraction if I'm gonna do this." I knelt down and started sucking his now hard cock. It was so big, I had to concentrate to get it in my throat. "Just keep thinking about him, bro, and enjoy it!" Mark said. Out of the corner of my eye I saw Mark prepare a point, and ever so slowly he inserted it into one of Justin's now prominent veins. I knew Justin was hit - he sucked in his breath, held it, and coughed. This had the mark of a good session. Mark undid the belt and pushed Justin's newly pointed arm up over his head. I sucked his cock down to the pubes and forced myself to hold steady, notwithstanding I really was on the verge of gagging. While I was not interested in any chem involvement, I was very interested in satisfying my slutty tendencies by pleasuring myself (and Justin). Justin leaned back, head against the wall, arm resting on his head. All he said was "Oh, fuck!" "You sure you don't want one?" Mark leaned in and asked me. I shook my head no, Justin's cock still in my mouth. Then, quite abruptly, Justin pushed my head off his cock and stood up, swaying a little. I got to my feet and moved to balance him. "You okay, bro?" "I need to go to the bathroom" as he stumbled into the bathroom and slammed the door shut. "How much did you give him?" I asked Mark. "Not much. Certainly not enough that he should have a bad reaction." "I'll go check on him." I walked to the bathroom door and I knocked. "Justin? You okay?" The door opened and Justin gestured me in. "I'm fine" he said. "More than fine." He grabbed me and pushed me up against the door, shoving his tongue into my mouth. I was stunned. Justin had never been aggressive before, but this new behavior was what I wanted. I moaned my approval of the animal the slam had brought-out in him. "I was just pretending" he whispered, continuing "I just met that guy online and, between you and me, I think he's poz." "I thought so, too" I replied quietly. "I think he might be full blown." "Really? Fuck. That crossed my mind. That's why I did this. Go out there and tell him I'm sick. I'll come out in a minute and tell him I just need to go to bed, that I got too much T. Then, you tell him you'll stay to make sure I'm okay. After he's gone, we'll fuck like sluts!" He shoved his tongue into my mouth again, grinding his dripping cock into my crotch. Pulling back, he grabbed my shoulders and flipped me around, bending me over the sink. Pushing my head into the mirror, he ground his cock into my ass crack, which, I thought, was a whole lot more interesting than if I blew him and simultaneously jacked-off. Just as long as I didn't party. Roughly pulling my head back up, he whispered "Get out there, bitch - and get rid of him." Pushing my cock back into my jeans, I zipped up and left the bathroom to find Mark was sitting on the bed. "Everything okay?" he asked. "Naw, man. He must be a light weight. He's really sick. It was kind of gross." "Fuck. Does he need to go to the hospital?" Before I had to come-up with a reply, the bathroom door opened and Justin stumbled over towards us, and unsteadily moved to crash on the bed, only to slide off the edge of the mattress and end-up sitting on his ass at the foot of the bed. Damn, he's good, I thought. For a second even I was convinced by his act. "I'm so sorry, Mark, I've gotta crash" said Justin as I moved to help him onto his bed. "It's okay. It happens - even to those with experience. It's just a matter of chemistry." I felt a little guilty, doing this to Mark. He seemed like an okay guy, especially for a dealer. And as for his supplies, well, at least some were now wasted. But, at the same time, I needed to feel Justin touch me again like he had in the bathroom. I liked his aggression and was happy to play along if I got a good fucking out of him. "I think I need to rest. Ryan?" Justin weakly asked. "Yeah?" "Will you stay in case I get sick again?" "Sure." "I think I should go," Mark said as he started to put his shirt back on. As he turned from me, I saw a bio-hazard tattoo on the small of his back. Yep, definitely a good thing he was leaving. "Sorry, Mark" Justin continued. I could not get over what a good actor he was. I almost believed he was sick. "I'll talk later." "No problem, really. Don't get up. Rest." "I'll walk you out," I offered. When we reached the door Mark turned to me saying "Glad you're here to watch him." "Yeah, it's no trouble" I said, thinking about how I hoped to be taken care of as soon as he was gone. "If you need anything, or if you want to party sometime, here's my card." He slid his card into my front pocket, letting his hand slide down and then up my hard on. "Thanks, Mark. I might take you up on that." He smiled and walked down the hall. I closed the door, waited a second, locked it, and rushed back to the bedroom. Justin had put on some porn and was standing up, stroking his eight inch cock. "Damn, I thought he'd never leave!" he said. "Come here, boy." Eagerly, I walked up to him. He grabbed me, and planted another intense kiss on my mouth. "Strip!" Without thinking, I dropped my trousers and pulled my shirt off over my head while I kicked off my shoes. "Faster, bitch" Justin said, lightly slapping my face. Damn! Dominate too? This had all the markings of a hot session, particularly as both times Justin and I had had sex, I'd fucked him and our experiences had been very vanilla. This was a whole new side of him, a dimension I liked - a lot. I stepped out of my boxers and stood before him naked, as I reached for cock, only to have him slap my hand away. "Did I say you could touch me, faggot?" he (almost) snarled. "No." "No, what, bitch?" "No sir!" "That's right! Are you going to do what I say?" "Yes sir!" "Everything I say?" "Yes sir!" "You better, faggot, or I will punish you. Believe me!" My hard cock was dripping pre-cum. This was exactly the kind of scene about which I'd fantasized, but hadn't had the guts to actually investigate. I knew I would do anything he said, no question. I felt the part of my brain that made rational choices slowly disappearing. "On your knees, bitch!" I quickly sank to my knees, opening my mouth and moving towards the beautiful cock I was prepared to worship. Justin slapped my face away. "Did I say suck it, faggot? Huh?" "No sir." "Did I even say open your mouth?" "No sir!" "If you can't obey, boy, I'll tie you down and make you obey." Th thought made my cock (and asshole) twitch. Would I let Justin tie me up? I'd never been tied up before. The copious stream of pre-cum seeping down my shaft and onto my balls told me all I needed to know. "Now, stand up." I did as I was told. Although I suspected it might get get me in trouble, I couldn't resist taking scooping up and tasting some of my pre-cum. Fuck! I love the taste of cum! Justin let me suck my finger dry before the punishment came. "Stupid faggot!" he yelled. "Too addicted to cum to listen to simple instructions?" "Yes sir." "Lay down on the bed." I had never tasted Justin's cum. When we fooled around in the past, it had always been very safe. I wondered if I'd get to taste his cum tonight. Now in his dominate, uninhibited, tweaked up state, anything was possible. I wasn't moving fast enough. Slap! Again I was ordered "Lay on the bed, you fucking faggot bitch!" Justin slammed me to the bed. Part of me wondered if his neighbors could hear us, but another part of me couldn't care less. It wasn't my apartment. "Stretch your arms out," he ordered. I did what I was told. Justin pulled ropes out from a night table and tied my hands to the bed posts. Ropes in his nightstand? Had he been planning this all along? Surely not, but what other explanation was there? Had Justin's range of sexual interests changed? For that matter, the question briefly crossed my mind Just how good of an actor was Justin? Had I walked into an elaborate scene he had concocted to get me tied up and helpless? I had come to his apartment thinking I'd be in charge. How wrong my expectations were. In any event, any worries I had melted away with the thought of his amazing cock, and the possibility that I might get to swallow his cum. I wanted to taste him so badly, to feel him shoot his load down my throat. I hoped he'd pull out a little, letting a blast or two land on my tongue so that I could savor it before swallowing it. "I'm going to breed you tonight, boy." Quickly I was pulled out of my fantasy. Breed me? I had never had a bare dick in my ass before, let alone had anyone cum in my hole. I was negative and proud of it. Breed me? This had gone too far. "No, man. No unsafe sex." Justin slapped my face, harder this time. Much harder. I was stunned. "You don't get to say no, boy. In fact, I'm going to make sure you beg for it!" It was then that I heard footsteps coming down the hallway. Shit! Someone else was in the apartment. My heart started to race. I pulled on my ropes, but they were too tight. I couldn't get away. It was then that it finally sank in just how helpless I was. I started screaming. Another slap. "Shut up, bitch!" Just slid his belt over my arm. I was trying to absorb Justin's intentions when I saw Mark who said to Justin "Hold his arm down." But how had he gotten back in? I had seen him walking down the hall and had locked the door. Then I began to understand what was at issue: Mark wasn't merely Justin's dealer. Whatever the relationship between the two, Mark apparently had a copy of the key to Justin's apartment. I'd been played. Justin looked down at me and told said "Have you figured it out yet, bitch? Huh? Mark is my master, the way I will be yours. After tonight you will not only be my slave to do with as I please, when and where I please, but you will also have the glorious gift he has given me." I felt the coolness of an alcohol swab on my arm and felt a needle stick me. Mark was inserting a needle into my arm, he draw a small amount of blood, and then the contents of the needle disappeared into my arm. Before I knew what happened a surge of warmth invaded my arm and quickly moved throughout my entire body. For a second I couldn't breath and then coughed, and again coughed harder. Then the transformation commenced: my mind moved from its normal plane of existence and I found myself to be a new man, a different man. Not a man. A boy. A bitch. A hole. And I needed to be used. I needed to be filled. I heard myself moaning uncontrollably as the slam hit me. Wave after wave of it. I couldn't stop moaning the word Fuck. "See?" Mark said. "I told you this would be good." "Oh my god!" I moaned. "Fuck!" I felt a hunger inside me I'd never felt before. I needed to be fucked and I needed to be fucked now! I wiggled my ass around on the bed. "That's it, you fucking whore! You aren't going to fight me anymore, are you?" I shook my head no, still riding the uncontrollable waves of pleasure the slam had brought me. Why hadn't I done this before? "Even when I want to breed your cunt?" I shook my head again. "Say it, cunt!" "No sir!" "You'll beg for it, won't you slut?" "Oh, god! Yes Sir! Please breed me sir!" "Even when I tell you it's a positive load I'll be dumping in you?" "Yes sir, I want your poz load!" "When my master dumps his load in you, you'll beg then too, won't you, faggot?" "Yes sir, I want all the cum I can get!" "That's right. And you were right, boy. He is toxic. His viral load and cell count make him almost full blown. But, that makes you want it even more, doesn't it, bitch?" But, before I could let the thought really take hold, I smelled something under my nose. A hand held my mouth and one nostril shut, forcing me to inhale deeply from my only open airway. Poppers. English, by the strength. I was flying. I knew I'd let and do anything for these two. Even if they untied me. At this point, I wouldn't leave. "Yes sir!" I responded as the poppers traveled to my other nostril. "Good boy!" My new master said. He grabbed my ankles and pushed them over my head. I felt my neck strain as my body was bent in half. Without lube, without warning, what I'd been craving since the needle left my arm was given to me. I felt the head of his dick push into my hungry asshole. The pain was excruciating. But, it only turned me on more. Mark leaned down to my face, held it towards his, spit in it, and said "You are starting to feel it, aren't you? Pain is becoming pleasure to you, isn't it? That will increase. In time, we will teach you to feel even the most intense, brutal pain as pleasure, but your mind and your cock will scream from more. You will need pain to become aroused. Pleasure, sex, your body, your soul, your life. After tonight, none of it will be the same." Justin's cock was all the way in at this point. He had slowly pushed the full length into me, massaging my prostate. I thought I might shoot my load right then, no touching. But, as quickly as that pleasure and gentleness came, it was gone. Justin pulled all the way out of my ass in one quick move that made me gasp. Nothing happened for a moment. I heard a noise to my side. It sounded as if something was being sprayed. "That's it, slave" Mark whispered. "Feel it." Justin slammed back into me, his full length going in so far, I screamed in pain. A new rag was put in my mouth. There was something on it, a chemical. I could tell right away because it was cold. "Breath that in through your mouth," Mark said. "Deeply." I did what I was told. My head started to spin. Between the Tina, the poppers, and this new cold chemical, I had never felt so overwhelmed. Tears streamed down my face from pain, yet my lust and desire were never stronger. I needed more. I wanted more. I moaned for more. "What do you want, bitch?" Justin asked me, as he continued to power fuck my twisted, bound body. Mark pulled the rag from my mouth. I heard the spray sound again. "Everything, sir!" I cried. "You want to be my boy?" Justin asked. "Yes sir!" I moaned. "You want me to use you? Hurt you?" "Please, sir!" "You want me to own you, cunt?" "Oh, god! Yes, Sir!" "Well, you know what you have to do, don't you?" he asked. In another sudden move, his cock was out of my ass. I felt empty. I expected a sudden power thrust that would send me back to the wonderland where pain was becoming pleasure. But, it didn't come. I got nothing. My ass squirmed, seeking blindly for my master's dick. "Oh no, bitch! Not until you tell me. Do you know what you have to do?" "Yes sir." I said, still squirming. I had never felt this empty inside. "And what is that, boy?" The chemical rag was back in mouth, stronger than before. Mark plugged my nose. I had no choice. I inhaled deeply. He removed the rag. "I have to take your master's cum, sir." "Good boy. And why, faggot?" I felt his hand brush against my gaping asshole. I shivered, wanting it to slip inside, needing anything to fill me, replace what was missing. "Because he will give me the gift, sir." "So you do listen, boy. Very good. And you will take this gift from my master?" "Yes sir." "Knowing that we will not stop using you, abusing you, until we are sure you have the gift?" "Yes sir!” "You have pleased your master and my master with this. You quickly have learned that you are not important, just as I am not important to him and he is not important to his master." "His master?" I asked, excited at the possibility of even more men using me. "Yes. His master: AIDS. He is it's bitch. And, soon, you will be it's bitch, too. But, first, you have to ask for it. You have to want it. Only then will I own you." I didn't think. Beyond want, I knew what I needed. I asked. "Please, sir!" "Please what? You have to say it, bitch!" "Please infect me with AIDS. I need it. I need it inside me. I need to be owned by you, master. Please! I'll do anything!" "That's all you needed to say, boy." I heard some movement on the bed and I wondered what was happening. Even though no one was holding my legs, I still kept them wide in the air, hoping. I didn't have to wait long. I had never been this turned on in my entire 30 years. I wanted everything from these men. I needed it. In the matter of one hour, I had changed from a guy valued his negative status, one who never took risks, a guy who fundamentally wanted a regular relationship into a moaning, pleading, bitch who would do anything to make my master happy, even if it meant taking highly toxic loads in my ass. I didn't care anymore. I just wanted more. I felt the head of a dick brush my hole. I moaned. I was going crazy and they new it. From between my legs, I heard Mark say "You stupid fucking faggot!" He pushed inside me, all the way. I moaned in pleasure. His cock was not nearly as big as Justin's, but it was definitely thicker. Feeling my hole stretch in a new way drove me even wilder. "Oh, god, yes! Fuck me!" "You like that poison cock, bitch?" "Fuck yes, sir! I love it!" Mark pushed two fingers into my ass, along with his cock. I had no idea why, but I knew I loved be filled even more! "There's no turning back now, bitch" I heard Justin say. He had taken Mark's place as the devil whispering in my ear. "Do you know what he's doing to you? He's digging into you with his fingernails. Those long nails of his. They are sharp. There's no way it won't take now!" Knowing that Mark was cutting into me, mixing his precum and soon his cum not just into my asshole but directly into my blood caused a lust in me I can't explain. This was happening. Up until know, it wasn't just talk. It would happen. I trembled. An orgasm greater than I've ever experienced rocked my entire body. I shook and moaned uncontrollably as shot after shot of my cum flew, hitting me in the chest,face, and hair. I could feel cum dripping under my blindfold, starting to burn my eyes. "Holy fuck, boy! You're making me-" Mark began to moan. I realized he still had one hand inside me, scraping and scratching me, while his free hand gripped into my leg. His long fingernails sank into my skin, causing me to moan and convulse in pain and pleasure along with his orgasm. I felt shot after shot of his toxic seed shoot into me. With each shot, I knew I would never be the same. Finally his orgasm subsided. I felt his cock begin to slide out of me. My exhausted legs began to fall back to the bed. "Oh, no you don't, faggot!" he said, slapping me sharply where he'd just wounded me. I knew I'd have marks for a while from his claws. "You keep those legs up, boy! Let that cum and blood flow into your body, becoming apart of you." I imagined his virus slowly moving through different parts of my body, taking over. Soon it would be everywhere throughout my body. "I am apart of you now" Mark said. He stood up and crossed to my head, removing my blindfold. "Look," he ordered. "See what I've done? There's no escaping now." I looked down at his thick cock. It was coated in my blood. "Clean it, faggot. Taste what I've done to you." I had no time to protest before they both grabbed my head and forced Mark's blood-covered cock into my mouth. I gagged. "That's it," he said. That's it." Slowly I started to lick his cock. Leftover cum was still seeping out of his piss slit. My desire took over. I started to suck. The more cum I tasted, the more I wanted it all. "That's it, boy. Become one of us." They continued to roughly push my head into Mark's pubes, but they didn't have to. I had surrendered. The taste of his cum, my blood, and my dirty ass became intoxicating. I wanted it all. When all the flavor was gone, I still continued to suck, hoping for just one more little taste, but, I had gotten it all. Mark pulled his cock out of my mouth and inspected it. "You've pleased me, boy. I think you are ready for the final steps." With that, Justin was back between my legs, forcing his long cock to the hilt. I could feel my hole ripping even more. The pain made me moan, I couldn't take anymore. My orgasm was just as powerful. My drained balls pumped and pumped, but little came out. My dry orgasm rocked my balls with pain as if I'd had blue balls for weeks. This pain caused even more pleasure, making me shake and convulse more. "Do you love it? "Yes" I moaned. "And do you love your master?" "Yes!" "Tell him." I looked right at Justin. Our eyes locked. "I love you, Master." "I love you, too, boy." Justin came, shooting his load into my torn up ass. He fell against my chest, moaning into my chest. I felt his tongue tracing my chest and I'd never felt anything like it. The pleasure was coursing through me along with the virus. Justin raised his head up to mine, his red lips moving towards mine. "Now I own you. You belong to me. I control you. You will never again do anything unless I tell you to, do you understand?" "Yes, Master." Justin kissed me. It was the roughest, most passionate, violent kiss I'd ever experienced. "Cleaning my cock binds the deal. Once you clean the cum, shit, and blood from me, we are bound. Do you understand?" "Yes, Master." His cock entered my mouth. I knew what I wanted. All of my lust and longing went into licking and sucking him clean. The taste had the same intoxicating effect, causing my cock to stiffen and drip. As I lay, exhausted, bound to my new masters' bed, I knew that I would never be able to leave, escape, even if I wanted to. I was theirs.

your wish is my command Hi, I am Ron. I am a 35 year old, POZ, I live near a small Christian college and another mid-sized university in Oklahoma. I take immense pleasure in turning out, breeding and knocking up undergrad male athletes from the local colleges. I pozzed when I was 23, but that is a story for another time. I put myself out there on all the sites. I don’t cover up my poz status, but I don’t advertise it either. I may say things like “pozitively fun” or “always looking for the pozitive”. I would say 1 out of ten catches it and asks about it, and more often than not that guy is a chaser. While I will still fuck him. It does take some of the fun out of it. This little tryst happened right after my “Christian Athlete” Matt, stopped over after that night of full blown pozzing about 4 weeks ago. You know you read that story and jerked off to it. I got back on Sniffies looking for a college jock sub2. I wanted a hung boy. I wanted him to be a super spreading versTop when we were done. I found a couple bi boys and chatted with them. They all wanted to come to me, all tops, most just wanted head, a few were open to little more, but I found one that was perfect. He was just looking for a blowjob and I was all too willing to give him one. He liked my dad bod, little did he know I was going to be knocking hing up with my poz babies Just as soon as he let me. We made arrangements for Friday night when the local Christian college drops their curfew for the weekend meaning he could stay out as late as he wanted. His name was Adam. He stood just over 6 foot tall, 8,5 inch cock, a fine fur covered his body with a true swimmer's build. He had a great head full of dark blond hair, but his cock was magnificent. I knew if I could convert him. He would breed hundreds. He was my next challenge. He darkened my door right on time at 8pm on Friday night. He came in. I offered him a beer. He chugged it obviously wanting to get down to business. I got on my knees and slowly slid his gym shorts down his thick muscular legs while sucking on his the knob of his cock through his jock. He moaned his approval, but urged me to go slow; he did not want to cum too fast. I asked if I could eat his ass. He thought for a moment and said that is all I was going to do to his ass. I agreed with no intention of keeping my word. I could tell he walked to my home from across campus, but that did not deter me from devouring his hole. I lapped at his hole, pushed my tongue passed his anal ring. I freed his cock from his jock and took turns licking his ass and sucking his oversized I soon had him begging for more. So I slipped a finger into his hole roughing it up a bit. I bobbed on his cock while I fingered his hole. He ran his fingers through my hair and forced my mouth down on his cock. I did not want him to cum from my mouth. So, I backed off his thick cock, and I added a second finger to his ass. I could feel his ass open up for me. His eyes shot open and he mouthed “fuck me”. I made him repeat himself. He said it a little louder, “fuck me”. I spit on my cock and lined it up with his soon-to-be-pozzed ass. His 8.5 cock just out from his body, and did not lose its stiffness as I sank my death cock into his willing but unsuspecting hole. I sank into Adam’s ass until he could feel my daddy bush on his college ass. When I was deep in his ass. His ass opened up for me like he was a natural bottom. I could see pink streaks appear on my cock. I knew I had him ready for my tainted load. He started to jack his large cock, but I made him stop. I told him I wanted him to cum hands-free. He had a shocked look on his face, but I assured him it was possible. I buried my stiff cock in his ass, and he got that look on his face and he finally understood what I was talking about. His cock lurched and I continued to slam my cock in once virgin ass. Pre-cum oozed from his cock, as he fought the urge to jerk his thick rod. I leaned in for a kiss and unlike most straight boys I deflower he did not recoil. I slipped my tongue into his mouth. I felt my orgasm quickly reaching its boiling point. His breathing was ragged and I could tell he was close. I drove my cock deep into his for now negative ass, and came with a five day old load force into his ass. His cock exploded all over his chest. I love it when young guys cum they do it with such force. A stream of cum poured out of his cock hitting him in the face. I licked it off and shared it with him. He sucked his cum off of my tongue. My infected load filled his ass. I slowly pulled my still hard cock out of his ass it was covered in in pink cum. I quickly shoved it down his throat. I was not going to give him the opportunity to deny my request. He eagerly cleaned it off. I softened a little. h/e asked if I got hard again, could I fuck him one more time that night. He left with 3 poz loads in his ass. I heard from him about 3 months later after he and his formerly straight roommate tested positive. He wanted to make sure I was OK. I guess there was an outbreak on campus More to Cum Always looking to chat or skype with the right guys Joey bareback bottom looking to be bred

Part 4 My balls were aching for release. I thought going to the bathroom and jerked off in a stall. Mr. Magoo was adamant: “I shall not cum unless he told me to” otherwise it would ruin his plan. He wanted me horny and responsive to any sexual triggers that I might face. He threatened me to find the smallest cock cage he could and crammed my cock in it and then whip my balls until they crawled back where they came from. I never saw this dark side of Mr. Magoo before. He almost scared me. May be I should. It turns out that Mr. Magoo was indeed a devilishly dark-depraved unbashful man with a deadly plan. He wanted to stealth Mickey and his friend. He wanted to poz them. “See, these two arrogant pricks never let us – the senior ones – touch or caress them, even less suck on their nice cocks and balls. No, they are too good for us. They call us poz trolls.” I had nothing to reply. It was in Mickey’s nature to disdain anyone. I had no doubt that Mr. Magoo was not up to Mickey’s standard. But to stealth him and his friend seems to me a little drastic. “They come here often, teasing us with their neg asses. You must know its hard on our moral. We know we aren’t young anymore, but we still have needs, even if we are poz. You know what I mean?” His hand reached my crotch and squeezed it. I nodded. "I might look like it, but I am not mean or revengeful. I just want respect and some relief from time to time for me and all older guys" he said sadly. “Then they spot their victim, always a young guy ready to be fuck, always a negative one, they make sure of it. Then they convinced the guy to bottom bareback. After all, there is no risk. They all are negs! And they fuck. After breeding their victim, they admit that they lied, that in fact they were poz – which is the real lie – and have unloaded toxic cum in his neg ass.” “Wow, unbelievable” “That’s not all…” “There is more?” “Then they talked the guy into how he is free now to fuck who he wants when he wants, that he enjoyed going bareback and receiving warm-poisoned load in his tight ass. That it should embraced this new freedom and let man, any man, to enjoy the best thing in the world, his ass. Then the first stranger to fuck him is obviously a high-viral poz man to ruin once and for all the neg hole.” “Unbelievable” I repeated myself. “And this is where you come into play” “Hun?” “You will be the bottom. Since they only play with same-age guys, you are my perfect weapon” “No, no way…” “Let me finish” he abruptly said “You will bottom for him under the sole condition that you can fuck him or both of them after he fucks you, and before any poz guy steps in. And you will fuck him without condom” “But how are you going to poz him? He will never let you approach even at a pole distance…” “We will use the same deception as they do.” “Hun?” “My gawd, you’re slow. After, dumping your load in his fresh neg ass. You will admit that you lied, that you are “really” poz and the reason why you are at the bathhouse, to find someone, anyone to fuck. Of course, it is a lie and you will have to play your role and convince him that, in fact, that’s what he always deeply wanted, and now he is free, like you.” “Unreal…” “And then, here I come… and a bunch of friends after me” “He will never agree to it” “That’s your job to make him accept his fate” Mr. Magoo was not straddling me, his poz cock resting under my chin, always in its semi-hard state and a wet tip. “Then why have you forbidden me to cum earlier? I can easily go two or three times” “If I let you cum, you won’t be horny enough to let a guy fuck you bareback”, he had taken is now hard (an amazing) cock and was face-slapping me with it, punctuating each syllable, “and… you… will… chick…en… out… and… you… will… let… me… down…” At one point, I had closed my eyes and sealed my lips tight. His cock was now resting just under my nose, my cheeks were wet of precum or discharge, maybe droplet of piss? A pungent smell was assaulting me. “Look at me” he ordered me I slowly open my eyes and Magoo was leaning over scrutinizing me. “You will not let me down, are you?” I shook my head “Say it out loud” “I won’t” Before I was able to close my mouth, Mr. Magoo slipped the head of is cock between my lips. “Because if you do, I will rape you myself and let any strangers fuck you senseless and do what ever they want with you. Understood?” “Yes” “Good. Now suck me a little. I am horny again”

4. Greg The morning classes dragged on and on. Between Clint's hole and Doug's ass, I couldn't get butt out of my head. Even though I had bred Clint this morning, my dick was still throbbing. It needed another release. I was powerless against its demands; I was merely the vessel to help it reach its goal. But, my last class ended a few minutes early. "On my way," I texted Doug. When I stepped into the car, I still hadn't heard back from Doug. But I wasn't too surprised. He had sent me a text an hour earlier. "Fucked good. Sleepy." I assumed he had fallen asleep, the pool of cum kept warm in his body. The traffic was light, and I was at the marina within twenty minutes. In addition to his credit card for Uber, Doug had also given me the gate code. As the car pulled away, I paused for a moment to take a hit from the joint I had rolled that morning. I coughed a bit, and decided that was a good sign. I took another hit, then opened the gate and walked to his boat. I did one last hit before I stepped on board. I could see a shape in the front, curled up on the bed. My dick twitched; that was the hole I wanted to breed this afternoon. I stepped into the galley, and got rid of my shoes, backpack, shirt, and shorts. In the afternoon sun, my tattoo was bright red, almost glowing, an advertisement for the virus I carried in my blood. Right below the biohazard, my dick was swollen and straining against the fabric of my underwear. I stepped forward, into the front, and saw Doug curled up on the bed. Just from the position of his body, it was clear that he was sick. It was just as clear it was my sickness. Just a few short weeks ago, I had been in Doug's place, feverish with chills and sweats as the virus kicked my body into submission. Now, it was Doug's turn to feel the deathly torture of my gift. My dick was throbbing. I stuck my hand into the underwear, and started to stroke it. When I had been sick, Nathan and Jason had comforted me with regular, repeated raw poundings. Now it was my turn to pay it forward. It was my turn to kick Doug while he was down, and inject more of my deadly semen into his body. As I was standing there, staring at Doug, he stirred, stretched and stared at me. "How are you feeling," I asked. I didn't try to hide that I was jacking off. I ran my free hand over my tattoo, knowing that each load I injected into my men brought me closer that much closer to the first sharp spike on my barbed wire tattoo. "Like shit," he said. I’m proud that I'm jerking myself harder when he says this. This is my fault. My responsibility. My power. This hot man has been felled, in the very prime of his life, and it's all thanks to the power residing in my cock. "How much was the taxi?" Doug asked. Even in his fever, his fathering instincts were there. "You remember? You gave me your card for Uber." "Oh yeah. Not thinking very clearly right now." He wiped his forehead. "Some fever as well." "I can see," I said. I was still stroking my dick. Every little revelation from Doug was only turning me on more. The destruction wasn't just physical. It was now mental as well. "You think this is it?" Doug asked. "Yeah," I said. "I do." "Fuck," Doug said. He was shaking his head, but I could also see his dick starting to tent the sheet. "You're turned on by this, aren't you?" he smiled. "You're fucking hot there, boy.” "Yeah," I said. "I am." I reached down and pulled my dick out from my underwear. My full eight inches sprung free. I wasn't quite hard, but definitely not soft either. "Us fucking got you sick. My cock did this to you. My seed made you sick." "God, that's hot," Doug grunted. He pushed the sheets aside. Underneath, he was naked; his muscles glistening with a cold sweat. His cock was just as hard as mine. He ran his hand over his chest. "Look at what you've done to me, boy," he said. He was just as muscled as ever, but it seemed like the sudden illness had taken a toll on him. His cheeks were hollow. His body looked almost gaunt. "Look at it," he repeated, as he began playing with his hard dick. "Fuck," I grunted, as I climbed up on the bed. The roof was low enough that I could brace myself against it. "Look at what you've done to me," I said, thrusting my erect cock towards his warm hole. "Fuck me, boy," Doug grunted. "Fuck your load into me." He spread his legs so I was kneeling between them. I grabbed his legs and placed them on my shoulders. "Goddamn," I said. My cock was throbbing now, eager to get back into Doug's hole. I wanted to pound Doug into submission, vanquish any hope of defense from his hole, and then finally, anoint it with one more toxic load from my manhood. I lined up my dick with his hole. "Ready?" I asked. Before I could even finish the word, Doug relaxed, and my cock slid into Doug's ass. "Fuck," I moaned. "Hot." I slid further into Doug. "Wet," I continued. "Yeah. Not my first load today." I collapsed on top of Doug. His skin was burning up. "Fever?" I asked. "Yeah," he said, smiling. I leaned in, and our lips met. "Feels good on your dick, doesn't in." "Amazing." "That's what Shawn said. Fuck-fever," he called it. "That's what Nathan calls it as well," I said. "Says it's best when it's your seed doing the damage." "How does it feel?" I closed my eyes and savored the moment. Doug shifted his position, and allowed another inch of my dick to impale him. His ass was burning with his fever, engulfing my entire shaft with warmth and welcome. "Like heaven," I finally said. "It's yours," Doug said. "Yours to use." I slammed back dick all the way in. Doug gasped, but smiled. "And abuse," I said. Doug's eyes brightened. He knew this game. "And seed," he continued. "And breed," I replied. "And knock up," he said. Another hard slam of cock into him. "And infect." He moaned. It was a deep, guttural moan, but not in any language spoken on the street. This was the language of men, the language of the bathhouse and the battlefield. Even as young and as naive as I was, I knew what the moan said. He repeated the moan. It was easy to understand, once you had been there. It meant, "Infect me with your poz cum," but that only hinted at the depths of hunger and desire that moan represented. "I want to poz you up, Doug," I said. "I want to be your infector." "I want your deadly seed, boy," Doug said. "Fuck me up." "God. Your ass. Fucking perfect." My cock was sliding up and down a perfectly greased chute. "Don't even need lube." "There's a giant load from the rent-boy up there." "Fuck. For real?" I asked. But I knew he was right. Cum was a great lube, and poz cum was even better. As my dick slid in and out of Doug, I noticed the warmth that the cum contributed to the fuck, and how my dick hardened in response. The virus that Shawn left behind was bringing out the very best of my virus. "Hell yeah. Was he poz?" I really didn't need to ask the question. With Nathan and Jason teaching me, it was easy to distinguish poz sperm from neg sperm. "Of course. He told me he wasn't on meds." "Like me," I said. My cock buried deep inside of Doug, rock-hard and dripping my deadly pre-cum. I could feel the power radiating out of my dick, feel how it was changing the men I gave it to. Doug was already sick, and hopefully Clint wouldn't be that far behind. Nathan had said sometimes, it doesn't take hold immediately. What seemed to work, in the long run, was just repeated, diverse exposure. "Feels so good, another infected man's sperm inside of you." "Rubbing up against your thick poz cock," Doug grunted. "And my raw hole." He closed his eyes, and ran his hands over his body. For a moment, I was watching Clint from the weekend, when he had let the drugs take over and possess him. It was hot, seeing that same loss of control in Doug. He would be even more intense when he was high. We had smoked pot together. A lot. We loved the endless easy sex that we enjoyed when we were stoned. But after my introduction the past weekend, I now had a new favorite drug. I wanted to see Doug smoke the pipe, watch his eyes glaze over, and to find out his true nature. Hungry muscle bottom? Or a hung daddy top? Although he had fucked Clint many times, it was going to be so much hotter when Doug his own strain of the virus to pound into him. I was a pure-bred, the child of two men. Doug was rapidly turning into a poz mutt. "How many men is it now?" I asked him. He wrapped his hands around me, and pulled me closer. This was not the first time we had talked about such matters. It hadn't taken Doug long to figure out that it got me hard. "Pozdads? Or just cum donors?" "Both." "The rent boy makes maybe 16 cum donors. Still just five poz daddies." "Fucking nasty hole," I grunted, sliding my cock along the length of Doug's hole. It had become agonizingly familiar, as my cock grew accustomed to Doug's needs even as he adjusted to my basest desires. "Gonna fucking coat it with my toxic jizz." "Come on," Doug grunted. "Shoot your load up my hole." "Fucking blast your guts," I replied. He was a fucking hot man; older, yet still muscular, with a thick patch of fur over his chest and stomach. I wanted to get him high. I wanted to watch his dominant daddy dick wrestle for dominance with his hungry bottom hole. Although I was enjoying fucking his hole, I remembered how good his cock had felt inside me. My dick was throbbing, and I suddenly realized I was much closer to cumming than I had planned. "Fuck," I grunted. "I'm gonna cum." "Give it to me, boy," Doug grunted. "Give me your load." "Oh, fuck Daddy," I moaned. My dick was taking over, and it would not be denied its pleasures. "I'm cumming in you Daddy. I'm shooting my poz load in your raw hole, Daddy." I gasped, and the first jet of cum shot out of my dick deep into Doug's hole. "I'm cumming, Daddy." I yelped as another spurt of cum shot into Doug. "Give it to me, boy." His voice was a mixture of hunger, care and power. It was unmistakably male, a man who was confident in his own masculinity and sexuality that he could ask another man to fuck him. "Fill me up with your cum." Another spurt of toxic spooge shot from my dick into his gut, and it was my turn to grunt. "Hot poz cum in your hole, Daddy." The pot had helped relax me and release my inhibitions. It felt good to be calling Doug "Daddy." It felt good to be shooting my hot, fresh, poz load into him. "Your boy is infecting you." It felt good to be talking so openly of our dark desires and actions. "Fucking breeding me boy. Give me that dirty cum." "Oh fuck Daddy. Cumming in you," I grunted. The orgasm had an intensity, that was unexpected for such an easy, unremarkable fuck. But, I had developed a familiarity with Doug where because the physical intimacy was so easy we could explore the deeper recesses of our raw, emotional sexuality. This was one of those encounters where the thoughts, the words and the emotions were far more important than the basic fucking. "Fucking pozzing you up," I gasped. I wondered for a moment how the crystal I had smoked over the weekend was still affecting me. It would be one more amazing feeling that I could chalk up to crystal. I wanted to fuck Clint tonight, feel that special crystal connection between us again. I wanted to party again. It was the last thrust of the orgasm. My balls signaled that they were empty, and my dickhead had the intense sensitivity of post-orgasmic bliss. "In me," Doug said. "You came in me, boy." "I know," I said. The way Doug called me "Boy" was just one more warm ember in the pleasant afterglow of sex. I relaxed, and found that my dick slid deeper into Doug. I let it stay there as my body pressed against Doug's sweaty body. "I came in you. My thick, hard poz cock shot a load of virus and sperm and spooge in your raw hole." "Good boy," he said, and started to kiss me. I let him; the way he had called me a good boy made it impossible for me to deny him anything. Nor did I want to deny him anything. He had been generous and vulnerable with his sweet hole, and I wanted his angry, mongrel breed of the virus for the future. I lost track of how long we kissed. "You came in me boy," Doug repeated. This time it was a bit more coherent. "Second load today," he said. "You said that. Rent boy, huh? Poz too." My dick was still deep in Doug's hole, soaking in the warmth of two different men's poz cum. The dirtiness of the situation was arousing. "Yeah," Doug said. "Big cock. Big load." He closed his eyes at the memory. "You gonna see him again? Add him to you poz daddy list?" "Maybe," Doug said. "Although. There was one thing." The tone wasn't distaste. There was even a hint of interest. "Yeah?" I asked. "He, well, he partied a bit at the beginning." "Partied?" I asked, trying not to betray too much interest. I hoped he hadn't noticed the way my dick twitched. "Yeah, you know. He smoked some crystal." "And?" I asked. "I didn't do any. Just some pot. But it was still so intense." Between us, his dick dribbled a bit. "And you? You said you were going to tell me about your weekend?" I smiled. "Well. You know that Nathan and Jason party, don't you?" He smiled, an evil, wily grin. It was the grin that knew exactly how this story was going to end. "Yeah," he said. "They've mentioned it." "Well. This was the weekend when they introduced Clint and me to the party." "And?" he asked, eyes arched. "How was it?" "Amazing," I said. It had been simply amazing. I barely had words to describe the feelings. Everything was just more intense and more connected. Time sped up and slowed down; an hour of cocksucking felt like a few minutes, and an instant in an orgasm lasted for weeks. "No regrets," I said. I paused for a moment. Doug knew me well enough to not interrupt. I remembered how Clint had looked, spit-roast between Vic and Nathan. I remembered how his ass had felt, milking my cock. I remembered how Nathan had felt inside of me, re-infecting my hole. "I'd do it again," I finally said. "I could tell," Doug said. He squeezed his ass around my cock. My dick had gotten hard again; I blamed the crystal memories. "Oh? What gave it away?" I asked. "The way your pozcock got hard when you talked about." "That bare pozcock is still in your raw hole." "I know," Doug said and gave me a kiss. I let myself to get lost in the kiss and welcomed his tongue as it explored my mouth. It was easy to talk to Doug, but of course, we had shared some of darkest fantasies. We had even enacted some of them. Now, we had just opened another cell in the darkest reaches of our personal dungeons. I was looking forward to exploring. "I was thinking," he said, breaking off the kiss. He paused, then continued. "I was thinking tina would be fun to try one of these days." "Yeah?" I asked. "Your cock just stood up," he said. "Would you want to try it with me?" "Fuck," I moaned. I was starting to press back into Doug. "Yeah, I want to party with you." "Over the weekend. What was your favorite thing?" "How close I felt with everyone. How it wasn't just sex, but a celebration of everything that sex helped us achieve." "These drugs? Or a religious experience?" "Yeah. Both." My cock was hard and the darkest parts of my imagination were running wild. Strangely, even as I was fucking Doug, my fantasies always circled back to Doug fucking me. Nathan had gotten me high and fucked me relentlessly over the weekend. I wanted to have that same sense of release with Doug. "You want another load?" I asked. "You got it in you?" "Yeah. And it can be in you." "Promise?" Doug asked. I nodded my head. "Perfect." Doug wrapped his legs around my waist, holding me in place as he twisted back just far enough to grab the bong and lighter from behind the bed. "Wanna hit?" "Yeah," I said. Even though I had been vaping earlier, nothing compared to the real thing. "If I do a rip, I'm gonna fuck you all afternoon." "Then do three," Doug said. "Deal," I replied and lit up the weed. It was fresh and potent, so even a small hit was going to be effective. "That one doesn't count," Doug said. I did another and it was a proper rip. After that hit, the small stateroom was filled with the distinctive sweet smell of pot. "Now my turn," as he took the bong from me. He did two quick rips, before handing it back to me. I did another hit, feeling the weed begin to kick in. It was faster than I expected, but I didn't care. It was only making my dick harder. I took one last rip from the bong. I held the hit as I put away the bong, and then leaned in and kissed Doug. He inhaled, taking the hit from me and letting me breath again. "Damn," I moaned. "All I want to do is fuck you. And never stop." Doug exhaled. Even second-hand it was still a dense cloud. "All I want is your poz cock pounding its toxic cum into my raw hole." I gave him a long kiss, as my dick dripped cum into his hole. "Bug chaser," I said, finally breaking off the kiss. "Nasty, slutty bug-chaser." "Diseased gift-giver," Doug said, with barely any hesitation. "You gonna give it to me? Give me your special gift?" "If I haven't already," I said. I was getting closer to a second orgasm, and Doug was pushing all of my buttons. My dick was once more fully erect, and the pre-cum was dripping directly into his whole. "You've got so many loads up there," Doug said. I had lost track of the number of loads I had fucked into Doug's hole. "So many men fucking them into you." I pushed my dick deep into him. His ass tensed for a second, like it was too much. But he smiled and relaxed. "Slutty bug-chaser," I said. "Collecting all the bugs," Doug said. He reached under one of the pillows and produced a bottle of poppers. He unscrewed the cap. He held it under his nose, inhaling deeply, before he offered me the bottle. "Especially your bugs." I snorted from the brown bottle, feeling the warmth of the poppers re-enforce the weed. It all felt so comfortable, even as Doug and I indulged our darkest fantasies. "We both know you already have my bug," I said. "Now it's time to enlarge your collection." "When you partied. Over the weekend," Doug started. "Yeah?" I asked. "Did you get any new loads?" "Yeah," I said. "From these two guys, Vic and Sean." "Poz?" "Very. And partied a lot." "Now a some of their seed is in me. And some of their virus too." Doug reached down and ran his finger around the margin right where my dick entered his body. "And you're fucking more of it into me." "I am. Pozzing you up. Just like you asked." My head was swimming under the influence of the pot and poppers. But it was a good buzz; it connected my fantasies directly to my dick. "Getting you sick." "You know I still want it. Just like that first time." "When you begged me for it." "I always beg for it," Doug said. "I want you to fuck that poz load into me." "Hungry man," I said. "You hole is milking me." Doug did another hit from the poppers, and paused for a second. I watched his face and shoulders redden under the influence. "I need it so badly. It's insane. I'm sick as a dog. And horny as a weasel." "It's damn hot," I said. "It's how the virus starts to pervert you." "So fucking horny now," Doug said. He was moaning with each stroke of my dick. "I know. Just don't let your horn make you do stupid things." "Like?" "Getting fucked raw by an HIV-positive man?" "That's a really good thing to do, boy, don't you think? Let him have the pleasure of cumming in my hole." "Fuck, I'm hard," I grunted. "I can feel it. Like a steel rod in my gut." He pulled me in and we kissed again. "Dripping toxic sperm into my hole." "You're taking it all," I said. "Last of my cum. The dregs of my balls." "The dirtiest ball-scum you have." "Dirtiest, nastiest, foulest pozjuice I can make." "Deep in my guts," Doug said. "You know," he started. He paused for a mere second. "We should figure out a good time to party together." My dick twitched, and Doug smiled. It was impossible for me to hide my excitement. I told him the truth. "Clint and I were thinking about this weekend. Want to join us?" "Yeah!" Doug said, grabbing my ass. Then he suddenly stopped. "Damn. I forgot. Max was going to come over." "Well. Do you know if Max, uh, partakes?" "Oh yeah. Of course he does." "I'm sure if Max gives Clint one of his loads, we'll all leave the party quite happy." "I think that can be arranged. Max has a thing for innocent young things." I thought about Clint and innocence. About the afternoons he spent at the gym, and the men he serviced in the locker rooms. The evenings at the library, and the men he let fuck him in the study carrels. The nights at the clubs and baths, and the men who bred him. "He's hardly innocent," I said. "I don't think that's going to bother Max much." "Fuck," I grunted, and slammed my dick into Doug. "Sounds like a plan." "Well," Doug said. "Just. Can you find the supplies?" "Don't worry. Nathan introduced me to a source." Nathan had also mentioned that Leo was HIV-positive. But, Leo didn't take his meds regularly, and his virus was now resistant to a number of the drugs. I wondered if Leo's spooge would be good for Clint. "That's awesome. I'm excited," he said. He squeezed his ass around my cock. A few drops of pre-cum dribbled out, into Doug's body. "A bit nervous too." "Nervous? About partying?" Doug nodded. "It's cool," I said. "I was too. Worried it would be awful and scared that it would be amazing." "And now?" Doug asked me. "Scared that with you, it'll be even better." "Breed me, boy," he said. His voice had the fierce urgency of primal need, and my dick dribbled a bit in pleasure. "Fill me with your charged up cum." "You want my poz party spooge?" I asked. "Party me up, popper me up and poz me up," Doug grunted. "You know I can take it, boy." He reached down and grabbed the bottle of poppers. He unscrewed the top, and inhaled deeply. After taking a second hit, he looked up at me. His eyes were wide with lust and hunger. "Fucking breed me boy." I took the poppers from Doug and held them under my nose. The soft chemical scent filled my nose, and the familiar rush began a few seconds later. "Gonna poz you up Daddy," I grunted. I quickly screwed the cap on, before the rush became too intense. "Give you the disease I had fucked into me." "Fuck me with that big boy poz cock," Doug grunted, clenching his ass tightly around my dick. The two loads already up there made sure my cock was well-lubricated, so his tightening ass was only pleasure to me. "Make your Daddy proud of you boy. Fuck that virus into me, boy." "Please Daddy," I grunted. The poppers had collided with the weed, and pushed my brain into a dirty place. "Let your poz boy cum in your hole. Let me infect you, Daddy." My dick was throbbing. "Be a good boy," Doug urged me. "Be a good boy and cum in your Dad's ass. Cum for me boy," he said. "Cum for me." "Oh fuck, Daddy," I grunted. "I'm so fucking close. I want to cum in your hole, Daddy. Please?" "Yeah boy," Doug said. "Come on and breed me. Fuck that poz load into me." "Oh GOD," I yelped, as my dick spasmed and spat out a fresh geyser of poz cum. "FUCK," I continued, as my dick did another victory spurt. "I'm cumming in you," I grunted as more cum shot into Doug's guts. "Give it to me, boy," Doug grunted, an order he was clearly enjoying giving me. "Give me your poz cum," he continued. "Fucking poz cum," I continued, punctuating it with another shot of aforementioned deadly liquid. "Another poz load for the bug chasing Daddy." "Gift-giving boy," Doug said. He grabbed me, and pulled me close to him. "Slutty hole is filled with my cum, Daddy," I said, as the last few drops of cum dripped out of my dick. "Feels fucking amazing," Doug said. "You had a big load." "Big poz load," I reminded him. My cock pulsed, but I could feel only a drop or two come out. "All I want from you, boy." Even in the heat of orgasm, I felt a bit self-conscious calling him Daddy. But in the warm afterglow of orgasm, Doug calling me boy made me feel safe. I kissed him slowly, enjoying the feeling of my shrinking cock rubbing up against his tender ass, working the accumulated loads into his body, and eventually, into his very DNA. "Come here, boy," Doug continued, pulling me a bit closer against his hot, sweaty body. "I want to give it to you," I murmured to Doug, as he stroked my back, working his way down towards my ass. I closed my eyes, and savored the sensations enveloping me. "I want to party with you." "I want to do that too, boy," Doug said, working his hand over my ass. He pressed a finger between my crack. He found my asshole immediately, and started to gently tease it. "And I want to give you my strain." "Please," I moaned. "Fuck me," I grunted. "Breed your boy. Given him your sick cum." "You serious? Doug asked. I hadn't expected to get fucked by Doug this afternoon. But his finger pressed against my hole, and I squirmed with pleasure. "Yeah," I said. "Totally serious." I grabbed the bong and the lighter, and sparked up. The water was the color of a light tea and was a testament to the power of the bud. I inhaled, filling my lungs. Still on top of Doug, I adjusted my position so I was straddling him. His dick was hard, and it quickly found my crack. I pressed my lips against Doug's and exhaled. My lungs empty, I felt his dick press up against my hole. He had gotten fucked over the weekend, fucked by men I hadn't yet met. I wanted him to re-charge my hole. I wanted to get a fresh strain, primed for infecting so many other men. I leaned over and whispered in his ear. "Fuck me Daddy. Fuck me hard."

There is a famous story By Larry Niven (of Discworld fame) called "Man of Steel, Woman of Kleenex) that explains Superman's problems finding a suitable mate - http://www.rawbw.com/~svw/superman.html My favorite lines: Ejaculation of semen is entirely involuntary in the human male, and in all other forms of terrestrial life. It would be unreasonable to assume otherwise for a kryptonian. But with kryptonian muscles behind it, Kal-El's semen would emerge with the muzzle velocity of a machine gun bullet. (*One can imagine that the Kent home in Smallville was riddled with holes during Superboy's puberty. And why did Lana Lang never notice that?*)" That all said, when I was a kid I had a huge crush on "Captain Future".