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Not sure if the ads on here helped but was a fun 48 hours in Blackpool. I went straight to the sauna when I arrived and within minutes had taken 2 loads 1 over the bench and 1 in the sling. It then went quiet so went for a massage which was fun and tasty. After another couple of hours the load count was 7. Time for a walk and a Grindr check, 3 visits to locals houses whilst on my walk made sure I kept topped up Dinner and snooze ready for a night in the hotel. I gabbed a drink and with only a hoody, joggers and jock on headed for the dark room and bend over the bench. It was quiet to start but 1 guy ventured in I heard his zip go and his cock slid in my lived up hole. I gripped him tight and he flooded my guts. “I’ll tell the others” was all he said. Over the next couple of hours 12 cocks came and dumped their loads, at one point tagteaming. like a good boy I decided time for bed so plugged my hole and fell asleep Next Morning after a massive breakfast a quick walk along the prom until the sauna opened. When I arrived there were plenty of horny guys older then me there, as I walked off to the play area I could here them discussing the bubble butt I had shown off as I walked through the lounge. It was not long before the first guy found me in the sling. “May I?” He asked “absolutely” I replied. He had a great cock and it stretched me good for the first of the morning. All the way through he was chatting just passing the time of day as though it was the most natural thing in the world. So hot! Before he came it was the important questions “is any one welcome” “do you ask any questions of them” “will you only take it raw” “are you on the pill” yes no yes no was all I responded as he said good boy he dumped his load my first of the morning. “Stay there” he said. I did as I was told. over the following 3 hours there was a constant flow of guys, I had to wipe the floor as I could t keep it all in and didn’t want anyone to slip over. Time for a coffee I was thirsty. As I sat in the lounge a guy whispered in my ear “hurry up slut I’m taking you to the shower if ur thirsty and then it’s breeding time” who was I to refuse? I lost count whilst I was in there but after 6 hours of almost constant use I needed dinner Then with my free pass back to the sauna for 4 more loads before going back to the hotel dark room. The bar and dark room was not as busy and only managed 5 loads. Then time for bed. I thought that’s it the following morning time to go home having lost count but a wild guess at 42 loads I thought a productive 48 hours. However I managed to sneak an extra load in on the way home as I pulled off the road in a good hidden layby for a pee! A horny bbc horny trucker asked if I fancied a walk in the woods, again who was I to refuse! So long story, sorry, but my last load was from a bbc trucker!

Part 2 My other friends leave in other cities... Since my bestie is out of town, Dad was the only person left in town I could reach out to. A few words about Andrews, my dad : he is quite the ladies would dream about I expect, tall, athletic, smart... well ladies actually men as he is openly gay... I never knew my mom. she left him, and me along, when she found him with another man in bed a few days after I was born... and he was always supportive, during childhood and college, helping me to do the right choices...not influencing me but rather asking the right questions about my feelings, what I wanted to do for a living later... So kind of good. Though, I am not fully at ease while talking about sex with him... I always felt awkward about it... I arrive in front of his house, and as told, just enter and I yell ""Dad, I am in"... As I say this, I see him coming out of the corridor leading the night part, with just a towel around the waist, still not fully dry from the shower: - "Hey Son! sorry I lost the track of time with a twink that stayed overnight, so I am just out of the shower" he bluntly said. - "Well, no worries, I hope I am not intruding". - "No, I kicked him out 10 minutes ago, well settle in the guest room, while I get dressed and then we can talk about what you want to do while you are here" I just nodded as approval and disappeared from the entrance and just drop my suitcase in the guest room and just crashed on the bed... And it all came down to me a once and started to cry in the pillow... "Hey Jay, what happened", Dad said as appearing in the door frame. Unable to speak for now, I turn my back to him... "Okay... I leave you alone here, I am in the kitchen preparing lunch when you want. No pressure" Even in these situation, he seems understandable and empathic... I try to get my shit together. As I look at the alarm clock, it is now almost noon... Time flies I guess. I hear some metal noises coming from the kitchen, and smells. I get out of the room, eyes still red, and get to the kitchen : "How may I help ?" I asked my father. "Please, set the table, then you open that bottle of wine and serve two glasses of wine. That should be ready in a minute". I execute silently what I am being told and just sit on the chair waiting for the food, when he comes with it : "here we go, some simple pasta with red pesto." He serves me and him and asked "So do you want to talk about it?" "That tastes good Dad". I replied... ignoring the question... I am not ready I expect... I empty my wine in one go. "This also tastes good by the way!" "Well sure it does, but easy on it... well ..." he paused "you can stay as long as you want, you know, you are always welcome here, and when you are ready to share with me your burden, know that I will be here!" "Thanks dad... but right know, I think I just need to enjoy the meal and get some rest... I am a bit jetlag from my business trip... and other stuff" "Alright... as you wish. I will moan the lawn and then get a swim I think..." Alright. as I finished my plate I got up and went to sleep... In the afternoon, I heard the mower while resting.... then some splashes... well swimming that could be relaxing with what happened... But I not have my swimsuits... As I go out in the garden, I see my dad swimming. "Hey Dad, can I borrow one of your swimsuit, I have none with me ?" "Sure you can, or you do like me and just swim naked" and then I realize that he was indeed fully naked... It has been a long time I think... Last time was a furtive moment between the bathroom and his bed room... "Come on don't be shy!" I started to strip shyly "Alright"and hiding my scrotch behind my hands, I get into the water.. "God that feels good. I think that is what I needed". "Is that so ? "he asked with a intriguing smile on his face "Yes... you have no idea what happened..." I replied seriously "Well I might have an idea according to what you said so far and your attitude, but please enlighten me" he said encouragingly. "Well I discovered Maria was cheating on me" I said looking down... expecting some answer but no, just a hum hum, like he is expecting more... "I run into them this morning fucking in our bed while I wanted to surprise here by being home earlier than expected". "Oh... that explain the shock then" "not only... she kind of begged him to breed her, to knock her up, he and his fucking scorpion dick. just did." I answered angrily... "Sorpion dick you say ?" "not the part I would have catch but yes he had a scorpion tattoo on his penis"... "Alright Son, are you aware of what that means" ? "well she wants to a child with him!!" I expect "Hum, well this could be something else.... Is it a kind of scorpion like this ? " he asked as he emerged from water to have his torso outside and pointing to his chest where I noticed for the first time my Dad has tattoos. "Yes, definitely looks similar, but you are not a scorpio, Dad" "Well I am, but not astrologically speaking... I am HIV positive, and this tattoo implies that when I penetrate, my dick is like a stink" my dad said without any restraint. I am completely in disbelief, my dad announces he is HIV positive... "wait what ? and how would you know that would mean the same thing here ?" "Well, the tattoos, the words used are likely to some chasing / gifting situation, Son. As per my situation, well do not worry about. I am fine." "Fuck. fuck fuck" was all I could say. "Does that mean that Maria could also be ? and so am I then ?" "that could be a possibility, indeed. For maria, it even seems she wanted it..." "But could this be even possible to desire this ?" "Well Son, this is the mystery, but trust me a lot do and sometimes more than you think, and the closer you are to fuck with a positive person, the more likely you are to sooner or later desire to be positive as well. Trust me on that. That twink that stayed overnight is an example... he knew I was positive, that I do not use condom and that I will gift him with my seed and he came for that. Seems Maria discovered something in her desires... you could not satisfy" I stayed in disbelief with what my own father just said... Not only I learn he is HIV positive, but he seems to share it with fuck buddies... I look at him as he gets out of water and sit on the edge of the pool and I gasp... I can see a second tattoo : a biohazard one on his belly, just above his dick... and what a dick... I thought mu boss one I catch a glimpse on this morning was big.. but this one.... how can it be possible ... it is about 6 to 7 inch flacid and there is a kind of piercing on the cockhead... ... to be continued...

Hey ya'll! This is a fictionalized version of a story I posted on a different site that is a true story. The only fictional part of this story is just the guy's status and the Part 2 Bait. Otherwise, enjoy the story of me finally taking my dream Cock. -------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- I remember the first time I saw him. I was 18 and it was my first time in an adult book store. I was checking out the theater in the back and he was working the desk. He stood at probably 6'3 above my 5'9 and probably 40 years my senior. He was thin as I looked up at him and felt myself getting hard despite myself. I was still exploring my sexuality but I knew in that moment that I had a thing for Older guys. Not just a few years. Daddies. Grandpas. I paid my fee and he smiled at me as I hastily rushed to the back. I sat in the theater and pulled out my now hard cock and started stroking it as I watched the gay porn on screen. It was only a few moments later that I heard someone say 'You Suck?' from over my shoulder. As I turned to say 'Huh?' a meaty hand found my head and shortly after I was forced onto a short, rubber covered cock with my open mouth. The roughness and suddenness took me by surprise and thats all it took for this guy. Four pumps in and the condom swelled in my mouth and he pulled his cock free and pulled up his pants and left. I was trying to figure out what just happened as my brain caught up with my body and I looked down at my wet, slowly deflating cock. Looks like we both nutted quick. Nervously I tried to clean up but it was useless but I remembered the bathroom right across from the theater so I checked the hallway was empty then darted across, not thinking of the clear view the front desk had of my bare bubble butt as I did. I tried my best to clean up but just ended up soaking my shorts so I tried to dry off as best as possible. As I emerged from the bathroom I locked eyes with the Old guy at the desk and he just smiled at me and winked. I felt my cock getting hard and I was embarrassed enough as it is, so I sprinted out to my car and took off. About a year or so of experimentation with Craigslist, I finally found myself back at the store and as I walked in to my delight and horror, the old man was there at the desk. The smile he gave me was wide and the way his eyes locked with me said he recognized me. The last time I came in during a quiet midafternoon but today was different. Today was 'Gay' day and it was late in the evening and a lot busier. I nervously hustled into the back as his voice followed me with a 'Welcome Back.' I could feel his eyes on my ass as I entered the theater and was immediately hit with the smell of cum and sex and sweat as I saw men lining the walls jerking various sized cocks. There were several guys eagerly sucking or bouncing on the various cocks and so I found a seat off in the corner and slowly prepared myself. I decided to strip down completely as I saw several naked guys and I didn't want to cum all over my shorts again. A few guys quickly surrounded me and I found myself getting throat punched by a huge black cock. Hands wandered my body until fingers found my ass and I panicked. I was still a virgin and wasn't sure I wanted to bottom. I had myself convinced I was a total top who just liked sucking cock. Upon my protests, guys quickly moved away towards the guys more willing to let them fuck. I sucked a few cocks but I quickly realized I was just the appetizer there while they waited for one of the holes to open for the main course. I was a bit dejected but I had told myself I wanted to get at least one load of cum before I left. I waited and waited and slowly the sounds around me slowed and the cocks stopped coming and I was all alone. I sighed and decided to just jerk off to the porn and leave once I came. As I was stroking myself I heard the door open and a light appeared. "Store's Closed" He said as he started walking closer. God he was so tall as I looked at the light now illuminating my naked body. "Oh I'm Sorry, I'll go!" I said as I bent over to scramble for my clothes and then I heard a jingle above me. "I didn't say you had to go." I swore the voice came from the large cockhead pointed directly at me as I looked back up. He had to be about 9 in, decently thick, covered with swelled up veins that pulsed with a virality you don't expect for someone his age. My jaw dropped instinctually and he slowly slid his cock deep into my throat, past my gag reflex, and despite my throat trying to force him out, he just slid in until his balls rested on my chin. As he slowly pulled out I gasped for air, but instead of pulling away I filled my throat with his cock again as soon as my lungs were filled again. Over and over his balls slapped against my chin as I stared up at his wrinkled old face. Why did I find him so hot? Even before I found out he was so big, I would've probably submitted anyway. After a few minutes I felt him pull me up and bend me over in front of the screen where a twink was getting railed by an older man. I looked up at what would be my fate and was worried. "Condom Please!" I blurted out. That's not what I meant to say? I meant to say 'No, I'm not a bottom' but that just came out instead. I'll try again. "Please be gentle, I'm a virgin." WHAT THE FUCK IS WRONG WITH ME?! I just heard him grumble something as I heard the tearing of the condom wrapper. I felt his lubed fingers probing at my hole and then he was fingering me. I won't act like I enjoyed it. I didn't at the time. He was being kind of rough with me and I still wasn't used to the sensation. Soon though his fingers withdrew and I felt the rubbery condom tip pushing against me. I tried to relax but as his thick head pushed in more I screamed out and pulled away. "I can't. I'm sorry." I said, falling to my knees. "You're too big. I'm too tight." "It's the condom. Wanna try without?" I shook my head and he sighed. "Blue balls again I guess." As he pulled the condom off I felt a great shame and I plunged forward and took him into my throat and a I used his cock to face fuck me until he grabbed my hair and plunged into my throat, releasing a torrent off cum down my throat. There it was. What I had come for. He was gentle and patient afterwards and gave me time to fix myself up before he escorted me out. We shared platitudes about it being fun and doing it again but I was nervous. I got what I wanted but still felt unsatisfied and that scared me. It scared me enough I avoided really doing much other then getting my own dick sucked or occasionally stopping at a glory hole. I didn't go back to the store though. Not until about 7 years later. I was in my mid 20's and I found myself back at that video store. The other one I went to regularly had gotten raided by the cops and so I found myself here. I walked in and didn't realize I was holding my breath until I released it in disappointment at seeing the man behind the counter. Some young dude. Of course hes not here. It's been years he's probably retired by now. I paid my fee, went back but after hours of waiting with only 1 homeless guy asking me to pay him for a shot at his ass, I left dejected. I had intended to go in looking for any cock I could but I left realizing I secretly just wanted 1. A few more years passed and as my 30th birthday came, I couldn't help thinking about the guy. I had tried bottoming a few times now with a few other guys and while most ended poorly, one ended with me learning the magic of Poppers for a bottom and I rode that cock like it was a rodeo bull. It made me want to try again but with the cock I had been having dreams/nightmares about for years. I tried the store a few times for a month but never saw the other guy. I wasn't sure if he didn't work there anymore or I just had bad luck missing him on my days off. Then one night I sat surfing Sniffies after being told about it by a fuck buddy. I found the blip for the store and I had an Idea. I asked if anyone knew the tall old guy who worked there. I explained I wasn't sure if he was still working there but I was always attracted to him and wanted to see if anyone knew him. It was a long shot, and ultimately it didn't turn up much but a lot of other guys agreeing with me until finally someone responded with 'He still works there. Not sure the days though.' It was enough for me and I quickly flipped over to the google page for the store and punched the call button. "Hello, thank you for calling Books N Movies for Adults." "Hi, sorry to bother you but I am back in town for a visit and I remember there used to be a guy there who gave me great recommendations on the newest films. Was wondering if he still worked there and if so what days?" I described him and apologized for not knowing his name. The guy on the line almost seemed overeager to tell me 'No problem, he is actually working tomorrow night, check back then I am sure he would love to hear from an old customer.' I thanked him and hung up and jerked off to the thought of his huge cock. The next day arrived and I was eagerly awaiting the opening time before I snatched up the phone and called. His raspy voice was noticeable immediately but I tried to play it cool and made the same inquiry as I had the night before, with a little emphasis on Recommendation, hoping he would get the euphemism. The smile in his voice said he did as he said he had hoped to see me again one day. I asked if it was okay if I came by for a recommendation around closing time and he said that would be perfect. As 11pm crept closer I found myself at the door of the shop. The parking lot was mostly dead but as I opened the door I saw another man at the counter talking with the man I had dreamt of for over a decade. Nervously not wanting to get him in trouble, I wandered the store but every time I met his eyes I could tell... He recognized me. "IS there anything I can help you with?" I nervously looked up as they both smiled at me. "Uh yes I was here for those recommendations?" "Ah yes. It's already playing in the back if you want to head in. Did you need anything else before I close the till?" I purchased some lube and poppers in preparation and then shuffled back, both men smiling knowingly after me. I found myself in the familiar theater and I stripped down and prepared myself. The wait felt like forever but soon I heard the door open and close and as he walked down the aisle he found me bent over right in front of the screen like he had me last time. This time he stripped completely as he stepped toward me, cock hard and pointing like a deadly weapon at me face. My jaw dropped and I slowly slid it deep into my throat as I looked up into his eyes. "I knew you would be back eventually" He said as he thrust his cockhead past my tonsils and began to rape my throat. I gagged and choked but he kept slowly plunging it in and out. For 15 minutes I gave the most sensual blowjob of my life. Alternating between fucking my throat with his cock and licking and kissing his body. His stomach, his thighs, his nipples. I was never this intimate with men, but here I was worshipping this man until finally he grabbed my hair and pulled me for a kiss. "You're gonna take my cock tonight." He said, breaking the kiss. "Yes I will sir." There was no resistance at all in my mind this time. "No condom. My Raw cock inside you." I repeated the words after him, practically begging as I added on the 'Daddy' at the end. I hit the poppers as I felt his cockhead pushing past my ring and groaned as he forcefully, but slowly, pushed his cock into me. My mind flashed blank and I soon just found myself bouncing back and forth as I was being pounded against the stage under the screen. This time, I looked up and saw the twink getting railed and thought 'He wishes he was me right now.' As I stared at the screen he grabbed my throat and pulled me up as he slammed into me. I felt his cock pulsing and he whispered. "You like that Slut? You like Daddy's huge cock in you? I wondered when you would be back. Part of me knew you would." I figured he was done as he held me close to him for a minute, whispering dirty taunts into my ear. I felt him start to pull out and almost wept that it was over but I didn't have time as my face was slammed back forward as he bent me over again and proceeded to pound into me again. Harder and faster then before. How the hell did this guy have so much stamina?! I hit the poppers again to ease the strain a bit and soon found myself screaming as he lifted me from the ground and began assaulting my ass brutally. "Yes Fuck! Yes! Rape me! Kill me with that huge cock! Oh my fucking god!" It was in that moment I was happy for the place I was being bred at because anywhere else would have resulted in a noise complaint for sure. The assault lasted about 5 minutes until he unceremoniously pulled out with a PLOP! and dropped me to the ground. As I looked back, he shoved his cock into my mouth. "Suck me. I need a break." I did the only thing I could do and obliged this God of a man as he wiped sweat from his brow. I couldn't believe this guy hadn't cum yet and his cock was still rock hard. I hoped I could go like that when I am his age. After a few minutes of head, he lifted me up and laid me on my back on the stage. This time as he looked into my eyes, he slammed his cock into my hole. I had tightened back up a bit and so it hurt but also it felt amazing as his cock slammed my prostate on the first plunge. I clung to him as we both worked together, him pounding into me as I bounced on him to the best of my ability. I was in heaven and I didn't want to come back. Soon enough though, his pace increased and he began to growl in my ear. In my position hugging his chest, I could feel what I hadn't up until now. The heavy stream of cum pouring from my cock that was now pooling up on my stomach as he let out a roar and slammed into me three final times before holding his pulsating cock deep inside me. "That's right you fucking whore. Take that Poz cum inside you. Feel me fill you up with my Toxic seed!" My eyes widened hearing the words as my cock convulsed even more as I emptied my balls all over our connected bodies. We sat there making out as his cock slowly softened and slid out of me. I felt a dollop of cum ooze out of me as my ass instinctually closed up like it had a mind of its own and that mind was set on savoring every drop. "Oh jesus. Oh Fuck. I can- I can't believe I just let you shoot a load up my ass! I've wanted that for so long! Wait did you say Poz?" I am sure I looked like a love drunk whore as I looked up at him before my eyes got wide at his reply. "Three." He smirked, pulling his pants on. "I'm sorry?" I asked, not understanding at first. "Three Loads. I shot three poz loads inside you. You were so tight and it was like your ass was milking my cock the whole time. Only reason I went soft at this point is I think I'm out of cum." I blinked up at him as I reached back and felt just how sloppy and wet my hole was. Without thinking, I swirled as much of the cum as I could together... And then plunged my finger back in, ensuring it all stayed there. "Thank you..." He just grinned at me as he pulled on his shirt. "Hurry up and clean yourself up. I still gotta finish closing shop." I quickly got dressed, keeping my ass tight to keep his cum in, and soon found myself in the front of the store again, nervously smiling at him. While I was worried about the revelation of his status, I have never had sex with a man that was so hot and intimate. In that moment I resigned myself to what I was now. "So any chance you might brew up another load for me tonight? Maybe we can go to your place?" I looked at him hopefully. "Can't. I'm Married." He said as he unlocked the door for me. "But I'm sure once I smooth things over with him, he will want to breed you too." He smiled at me as he closed the door behind me and I rushed off to my car, load settling into me and a grin on my face.

Friday, 2/21/25, Cumunion Dallas. Got fucked 23 times with at least 14 loads. I went to the first party in the morning-afternoon and got fucked 12 times with around 7 loads (3 from one guy, one after the other, three in a row). Then I went to the very bottom-heavy and more vers evening party and got fucked 11 times with at least another 7 loads. These were also my first time getting fucked in 2025.

To all, this my first story and English is not my mother tong. I hope you will enjoy it. -------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Part 1: So my name is Jay and until a few days ago I was engaged to Maria, a beautiful women I met at work. We got along quite well, on all topics, from life vision to work, and sex - or so I thought. I have been travelling for work for two weeks abroad. However business workshops meetings ended on the Friday morning, earlier than planned and remaining activities could be done remotely. I took this as an opportunity to surprise Maria back at our apartment with some breakfast and rose in bed, hoping to have an extended sex session - two weeks without fucking her was a log period for me. I changed my flight bookings to land early in the mornings than in the late afternoon to arrange this. I landed on time the Saturday morning at 7:00 AM, and I hurry to get my lugage. I stopped at a to buy some fresh bread and croissant at the french bakery a block away, to the flower shops on the way. By the time I made my way from the airport to the CIty Center and do my little shopping it was almost 9:00AM. As I intended to surprise her in bed, timing should be fine, as we not early birds... As I arrive in front of our door, I open the door quietly, enter quietly and closed the door as silent as possible. Our apartment is not that big, one living room, one kitchen, past the doorway and one bedroom / bathroom. I leave my luggage in the doorway and then it hits me : I hear Maria kind of squeaking and some muffled noises. I tell to myself, naughty girl, she is pleasuring herself. Well, I will lend her a hand I tell myself. I strip naked in the kitchen and get closer to our bedroom doorway. As I sneak my face with a lustful smile on my face past the door entrance, my jaw falls to the ground : she is indeed pleasuring herself but not alone... Another man is ramming her... I froze in the doorway in disbelief and I cannot get my eye of her pussy being split by what was quite a big cock... Each time it goes deeper she just moans in ecstasy keeping her eyes closed, while the man is focused on his cock plunging... I notice a weird scorpion tattoo on his cock. Then the man raised his head and sees me. A grin grows on his face, while keeping his pace, and then it hits me again : fuck this is my boss who sent me on this business trip! I start to boil inside but he then talks to Maria, his eyes locked in mine : - "You like that ? you like my man meat ?" - "hmm. yes...", she replied - "I am sure Jay is not fucking you like that, huh", he dare say while I am yet frozen and kind of mesmerized by what I see... - "no... please go on, breed me!" - "Yeah, you want me to breed you ? you want me to knock you up ?" what the fuck was he saying ?!? - "Yeah cum in me" what the fuck.... not only she cheats on me but she would like to get a child from that moron ? - " Here comes my seeds bitch! pass it to jay later!" he says, as he just grunt and unload in her, still ramming deep in her. She comes also and doing so open her eyes and sees me. But instead of being shocked and ashamed, she smiles at me... Unable to speak a word, I just go back in the kitchen, get dressed, take my luggage and just go out. I need to leave this place... Now I need a place to stay for the weekend... I cannot be in the room with her... I need to think, I need to talk... I call my best friend who lives on the opposite side of the city but he tells me he is in the country side for the weekend with a chick, and tells me we should catch up in the week and just hang up. Fuck... Desperate, I call my Dad to check if he is here and can lend me his guest room for a few days. After a few ringtones, as I was about to hang up, he answers "Hey Jay" he greets, yawning. "Hay Dad, sorry it seems I wake you up, but I need a favor" "Sure lad" "Can I crash in your guest room a few days ? I'll explain after if that is okay". "Well... I had some plans for the weekend but I will reschedule. Come over! Just enter using your spare key when you arrives, I might still be under the shower". With that he hangs up. Well, shelter found to think over what happened.

Isn't it funny, I go to the sauna with intentions to spend all day there and struggle to get a decent fuck. But then, like on Sunday, I go but can only stay there an hour or so, and there's cock and arse everywhere! I woke up on Sunday morning feeling horny as fuck. I was due to go to a family Sunday lunch at 4pm, parents, brother and his wife and their boys, an aunt and her husband, that kind of thing, so I thought I'd drop by the Greenhouse early afternoon on the way. The car park was pretty full when I got there, promising I thought. After showering I headed down into the cellar. I could feel bodies but couldn't see anything as it's so dark down there. Feeling my way across to the sling I bumped into a couple of guys, exchanged gropes of cocks and arses, then found that there was a guy in the sling. Chubby guy, thin hard cock, felt his hole, quite wet. I'd got a new bottle of poppers, good stuff from Holland. I take a good sniff and as my head begins to fly I kneel down and press my tongue into his hole. I taste lube, cum, arse, it's such a dirty taste, so hot. I slurp the mess from his ring, lick down his crack, more cum and fuck knows what else. A guy pushes past me, shoves his cock into the bottoms hole, I feel the tops balls and sweaty arse crack, I feel the tops hole, he's wet too. I leave them to fuck and move toward the bench, I can see shapes now my eyes have become accustomed to the dark, I lie forward, resting my arms on the bench. Only seconds later a finger feels between my arse cheeks, finds my lubed hole. Then the anonymous shape is pressing an anonymous cock head into me, he's not too big, just right to open me up. I pull my cheeks apart to let him get deeper, squeezjng my hole around him. He fucks maybe a minute but then he's gone, too many guys here not ready to cum, but I like to feel them inside me. A guy reaches under me, grabs my Viagra enduced hardness, roughly pulls my cock too far back so he can try to suck it, hurts but I like being hurt. I stand and spin around, grab his balls, kiss his mouth, our teeth clash in the dark, tongues fight, he tastes of cigarettes and mints. He turns around offering me his arse. I push in, he's tight. I spit on my hand and wet his hole before shoving in harder, my cock driving through his muscle. He rears back, I know it's hurting him but I keep on pressing into him. He pulls away, too big he tells me, he melts into the dark. I cross the room, a guy comes up behind me, takes a nipple between his fingers, I rest my head against his face as he squeezes, twists. He bends me over the bench, pushing a nice large cock into my hole. It hurts as it opens my ring, his cock head driving through the tissues inside my arse. I think he was black, coarse curly pubes press against my cheeks. He said he wanted to cum, did I want his load? I said yeah He said where? inside you? I said yeah please So he fucked. Serious deep strokes, goes on for ages. My hole had dried, but I was enjoying the friction, I knew I would be sore later. I was thinking he may not cum after all, but then he asked for my poppers, stopped with his cock buried deep inside me, handed me the poppers back and I take deep sniffs and squeeze my arse around him. Then the real fucking starts. He really goes for it, savage deep anonymous shagging, so intense, I'm hitting the bench hard with each thrust, I'm hurting but loving it. Then his hard deep thrusts, 5 maybe 6, he growls as he shoots his cum deep, filling my bowels, sharing his seed. He pulls out, I'm on my knees in an instant, sucked him clean, loving the taste of his cum and my arse. Grabbing his towel he's gone into the dark. I'm knackered! I put my towel around me, my cock hard still, I head upstairs, into a cubicle, lay my towel on the bench. Leaving the door open I lay on my front and doze… Later, not long I don't think, there's a hand on my arse, a finger in my crack. I press back. His weight on the bench behind me, a damp towel thrown between me and the wall. He pulls my hips, I get the message and kneel up, he shuffles to me. I huff my poppers, my head spins with tingles of excitement. His cock is in my arse crack, he can't seem to get it right. I reach behind me, his cock is warm, fat, uncut. No condom. I move it to my hole, guide him, pressing back when it's in the right place. The head goes in, I'm so wet with the last guys load. He pushes forward, hands on my hips, holding me, pulling me, he slides deeper. I feel his shaft travel through my muscle, I so love the feeling of it, his hard cock entering my hole. I reach behind me. His pubes are shaved but stubbly, his balls nice and large, I love to feel my hole as a cock is stretching it open. He's long! His cock hits the back of my rectum before his balls hit my hole. I take more poppers, rest my head on my hands on the bench, my arse in the air, loving the feelings. He starts the fuck, pulls out, drives straight back in, again and again, it hurts when he bottoms out in me, he rams the wall every time he drives into me. I wonder if it's bruising something inside. I love the hurt, I want him deeper. He pulls out completely a few times, punching back through my sphincter, he's so fucking good. He shifts his angle, his cock bashes my prostate, it's painful but hot. Then something gives way inside me, I feel his scratchy pubes press against my arse cheeks. He's found my inner ring, his cock head is pushing through on every thrust, the sensation is awesome. He's getting faster, breathing heavily, he pulls out and grabs me, turns me over and pulls me to the edge of the bench where he's now standing. Pulls my ankles onto his shoulder, finds my hole again and is back inside my body, leaning over me. His sweat drips onto my chest. I'm almost folded, he fucks harder, deeper, punching my intestines, he holds my thighs, controlling my body as he pistons in and out. I cum, my cock untouched, I shoot over my stomach, it seems such a long cum as my arse cannot clench closed, it clenches his cock shaft, that seems to send him over the edge. He cries out, I more imagine than feel his cum but he must have shot 7 times, his cock buried deep inside me, his semen infiltrating deep into my body. My hole becomes wet, I know it's now leaking around his cock shaft. He collapses onto me, sweat and my cum between us. Just one word - thanks - and he pulls out and stands, pulling his towel back. As he turns I notice his tattoos, the Scorpion on his left arse cheek looks old, the bio-hazard on his right cheek is fresh, not long healed… Then he's gone.

@negchaserlooking Thanks! Glad you enjoyed it. 🙂 @kitpig You're welcome! Glad you enjoyed it! @CRKLTHRWLF I try 🙂 @nymidtowneast Isn't he? @pozpopperpig Maybe. Who knows just how far it goes? 😛 @plisken Summer education, at its finest. @billy88666 Sounds fun. Who knows what he's going to taught....? @Medwaym Heh... good. 🙂 @KinkyTallBottom I think we all are. 😉 @CigarManLondon Glad you're enjoying the story so far. Who knows what firsts Riley might encounter...? @HappyPozBoy Oh, he will be. There is a lesson plan in the works. 😉 @GrayWolfBln I mean, there is definitely a chance that's where he goes. Fun picture btw. 😉 Anyways, time for another update. Had a lot of fun writing this. Kind of worried it's slow in a few spots, but I promise, it's worthwhile. As always, feel free to post any suggestions, I read them and comment on every single one. Enjoy! -------- Lesson 4: The Science of Rapid Skill Acquisition I woke up, blearily turning over and looking at the clock, brightly displaying 7:15 in its soft neon blue glow. Grateful to see the I hadn’t overslept despite the difficult night sleeping with the plug firmly planted inside my ass, I turned over with a sigh. Once again, my cock was rock hard, due to the ever present plug in my ass stabbing my prostate with every movement. Slowly sitting up, I let out a slight groan as the hard silicone slide against my throughly pummeled ass walls. Gingerly, I walked over to my dirty laundry bin before finally deciding on a mostly clean, but well worn pair of grey sweatpants, hissing as I felt the plug slide around some more as I bent over and pulled the pants on. I let out a slight jump as I heard a knock at the bedroom door. “Hey bro, awake yet?” I heard my brother, Ryan, call out from behind the door, “I got work in about 45 mins, so I’m gonna head out. Bathroom is all yours.” I stood for a second, trying to remember why he was home before finally remembering how mom and dad said he would be back in town this summer himself for some internship at some design firm. Ryan was about 2 years older than me, already a senior in college. A lot of people swore we were twins as we both looked extremely similar, with the only real difference being I was slightly shorter than him, and the mole on his left cheek. Nothing like our older sister, who lived downtown with her new fiancé in some fancy high-rise. “Did you hear me,” he called out, breaking me out of my my train of thought. “Oh, um…” I said, dumbly, my mind still not fully awake, “Thanks Ryan. Still waking up, sorry. Hey, is there any coffee left?” “Yeah man, Dad and Mom left already for work and left a list of things to do,” he said, as he slowly began to walk down the stairs loudly, “I’ll take the trash out, if you can get the other stuff done. I’m heading out now so I can get in early.” Ever the suck-up, I snickered to myself. It had been that way ever since high school, where I’d been the more popular kid and making friends with everyone while not caring as much on grades, he was the one who was loved by all the teachers, graduated near the top of the class, and was ever the responsible, if not a little stuck up one. Hearing the front door slam shut followed by the muted sound of the trash bin being pulled to the curb, I slowly hobbled into the hallway before making my way to the bathroom, grateful I wouldn’t have to explain why I was walking so strangely. I turned on the shower, and slowly stepped under the warm spray as I let my mind drift to last night. My mind drifted under the warm spray of water as I thought about each of the men taking turns on my hole, begging them to flood my hole with their toxic loads while I smoked their cigars. I was still surprised at myself at how ok I was with it, knowing that any fuck from the two could be the one to convert me. Slowly, my hand drifted to my ass, blocked by the large plug lodged firmly inside. Slowly I began to tug on it, feeling as my ass refused to let go as the large bulbous part. I could feel the remains of their poz loads swirl around inside me, being worked into my ass walls with each release of the plug. Slowly, I felt myself slowly get worked up to point of wanting to cum. Finally, I stopped, not wanting to shoot yet another load yet, a part of me curious as to what was in store for me this morning for having completed their task. Quickly I soaped myself down, rinsed off and stepped out the shower, and reached for the towel. Annoyed I discovered that once again, my older brother had taken the last towel in the bathroom. Shivering slightly, I quickly stepped out into the cool air of the hallway, shivering slightly as I cooled off quickly. As I walked, a trail of water dripped off me. I tensed up suddenly when I heard a slam of the front door. “Hey Riley,” I heard my brother yell, quickly making his way upstairs, “I forgot my messenger bag, do you see it anywhere up there?” Shit shit shit…. I thought to myself in a panic, quickly grabbing a towel out of the linen closet and wrapping myself in it. Just in time as well, as the second I wrapped myself in the towel, Ryan came from around the corner in the hallway, looking around in a rush. “Oh, hey,” I said, my voice tight as I felt my hole tighten up around the plug in my panic, “You, uh, left me without a towel again, you dick.” Not paying any attention, he went storming into his room as I quickly made my way back to the bathroom, limping slightly at the feeling of the plug slamming into my ass with each step, somehow plunging even deeper into my help. Ryan quickly came back out of his room in a rush, triumphantly holding up his bag. “Yeah, sorry man, I forgot in my rush to get ready,” he said, pulling the bag across his shoulder, before stopping and staring at me for a moment. I stopped suddenly, looking at him, feeling the cold water drip off me and pool onto the floor. “You ok there, you’re walking kind of funny,” he asked, a look of concern on his face. “Oh, uh, yeah, I’m fine…” I said, quickly forcing myself to come up with a lie on the spot, “Just slipped a little in the tub and tweaked my back a little bit. I’ll be fine in a few minutes.” Apparently satisfied with the story, he rushed around me, before storming back down the stairs. “Gotta be more careful, “ he called out behind him, “Don’t forget the list. Oh! And mom and dad are taking us and new love couple out to dinner tonight. Rachel will blow a gasket if your late. Be ready by 6.” “Will do,” I gritted out, as I stood there for a second, before finally hearing the door slam shut again. I let out a relieved sigh, before walking back into the bathroom. Looking down, I saw the white jock, now with a small slightly off-white yellow spot forming on the front, most likely from me leaking cum in it all night. Remembering that they wanted me to wear it all summer and to not wash it, I pulled it back on, feeling the slightly crisp feeling of the dried cum scrape across my sensitive cock head. Picking up my phone on the sink, I let out a quick curse under my breath, realizing who close it already was to 8am. Quickly, I dried off the rest of the way, tossing the towel over the shower curtain rod, and rushed into my room, before haphazardly pulling on a white tank top and pair of cut off sweatpants from high school, before sliding my feet into an old pair of flip flops. Grabbing my keys and my phone, I rushed out the door quickly checking the door was locked before walking as fast as I could to Mike and Greg’s house. ——— Finally stepping up their front door, I rang the doorbell, inwardly regretting having rushed all the way over, my ass now throbbing around the plug that had been bouncing around in my hole in my haste. Suddenly the door, opened, with Greg meeting me at the door. “Two minutes to spare, boy,” he grinned, looking down at his watch, “Mike and I thought maybe you got cold feet.” Catching my breath, I just shook my head, feeling as sweat slowly dripped down the side of my face. The struggle really had been real, feeling the plug slamming my prostate repeatedly with each rushed step. The first few had literally caused me to nearly stumble and fall. Apparently, even with the plug up my ass all night was not enough to get me used to it. Following Greg into the basement, I saw Mike standing near the sling. Wearing a buttoned up shirt and pair of dress slacks, the juxtaposition of of his hard, pierced meat sticking out of unzipped pants was a sight to behold. “Got to leave soon, babe,” he said, slowly tugging on his quickly hardening meat, “Let’s get him up there in the sling and see if the pig followed his instructions.” “Oh trust me, I’m sure he did,” Greg chuckled, pulling my pants down immediately, revealing the now slightly soiled white jock and my exposed ass, the base of the plug sticking firmly out, “Fucker here nearly toppled over when he hopped down his front step. Felt that plug dig deep in there, didn’t you, pig?” I could only groan as Greg playfully jiggled the plug in my ass, the tip jabbing my bruised and abused prostate. I dumbly followed as Greg now grabbed my tank top and pulled me over to the sling before pushing me back towards it. Unable to do it myself, I felt as Greg helped me into the sling as Mike walked up to my ass. Mike then pulled out a large pipe and odd looking lighter from his pants pocket before bringing the pipe up to his mouth and flicked the lighter to life, bring the flame to the bowl and began puffing the pipe to life. As I watched the scene, Greg expertly placed each of my feet into the rests. Satisfied that the pipe was lit, Mike kneeled down next to my hole, letting out several puffs of the pipe before inhaling the pipe, letting the smoke shoot out of his nose as he exhaled Firmly, he grabbed onto the base, before starting to tug gently on it. “Let’s see how good of a pig Riley here was,” he said, increasing the amount he pulled on the plug, “Pig, I want you to bear down like you’re taking a shit. I want to see if were a good boy and kept our gifts safe up there.” I nodded, more than ready to finally get the plug out of my ass. I grunted a little as I slowly felt the plug work out of my hole, Greg suddenly was at Mike’s side, now with a lit cigar in his mouth and a second unlit one sticking out of the pocket of his t-shirt, also kneeling as they both watched the plug slowly get worked out of my ass, and with a final audible plop, the plug came out. Instantly, I could feel the cold air inside my gaping hole as Mike held up the plug in triumph. I looked and saw the massive plug in his hand, glistening with what had to be my ass juices and the remains of their loads. “Fucking look at that gaping hole,” Greg said appreciatively, suddenly dipping a few fingers in, running them around the perimeter of the ring of my open ass, “Give us a little push. We want to see your hole bloom and drool out some of our toxic load.” I complied, bearing down harder as I felt my ass open a little more as I felt a wetness began to slide down my tailbone before dripping off on the floor. “Shit yeah,” Mike growled, suddenly standing up, slowly working his free hand on his now extremely hard cock, “Good job boy, leaving our toxic loads up there to knock your vigrin jock butt up.” Suddenly, Mike sank balls deep into my ass, easily bottoming out in my now well stretched hole, causing me only to gasp in surprise. Quickly he began to fuck me hard and fast. “Gotta get to work,” he said, he muttered, puffing away on his pipe as he slammed repeatedly in my ass, “I’ll drop quick morning load up that juicy jock hole and then Greg is gonna have some fun with you.” I nodded, curious as to what Greg might have in store for me as relaxed back and enjoyed the sensation of Mike expertly slamming my hole, smoking the pipe in his mouth. Each thrust knocked my breath out. I laid there in silence, listening to the grunts coming from Mike, as well as the sound of skin slapping. I could feel his large cock slamming hard and deep inside me as I watched the bear of a man tower over me destroying my hole, smoke billowing out of his pipe. I began to squeeze my hole with each thrust, enjoying the feeling and seeing Mike smile and nod. “Fuck,” Mike groaned, his head tipping back as he picked up his pace, “I’m getting fucking close. Tell Daddy where you want his dirty bear cum at.” “Fucking breed me Daddy,” I groaned, loosing myself in the scene as his cock begin to swell a little in my now stretched out ass, “Flood my ass with your toxic cum and make me your son, sir!” Suddenly, felt Mike slam as hard as he could into my ass, his cock buried deep as I felt his cock jerk hard, shooting volley after volley of HIV positive cum deep into my unprotected ass. Our eyes locked and Mike growled, nodding at me while starting intensely at me. “Take my toxic DNA, boy,” he groaned puffing hard on the pipe as he continued shooting deep in my ass, “Take every fucking drop of daddy’s superior jizz.” Finally, with a shudder, Mike pulled out of my ass, before walking over to my head. “Fuck I needed that. Clean Daddy’s cock so he can go to work, boy,” he said, shaking is slimy cock at me expectantly. I immediately started to suck and lick his cock clean, turned on at the dirty talk and feeling of his cum slowly dripping out of my destroyed ass. Satisfied it was clean enough, Mike pulled away, stowing away his cock and walking up to Greg. “Have fun, babe,” he said, smiling after locking lips with Greg, and with that, went rushing up the stairs. “See you tonight babe,” Greg called back, before walking over to my ass and slowly rubbing my balls through the jock, now soaked with my precum. We sat there for a few minutes as Greg slowly worked his cock with his hand and his other hand continued to rub my balls through the jock. Finally, Greg broke the silence. “Fuck you are so hot,” he said, pulling out the unlit cigar from his pocket. “Thanks,” I replied, unable to come up with anything better as he slowly rubbed one end of the cigar around on my jock, quickly getting the tip wet. “Guess it’s my turn now,” he said, grinning evilly at me. “Um… yeah. So, what are wanting to do?” I asked, watching as he slowly moved the jock the the side, before putting the cigar along side my dick and slowly started to stroke both. “Hmm,” Greg pondered aloud, “Good question. What DO I want to do, seeing as I have a hot young bug chasing slut in a sling before me?” I only could look at him quizzically, unsure where he was going with his thoughts. “I think I want to see you smoke a nice fat cigar like this one all on your own,” he said, suddenly holding up the cigar, now covered in my precum, “Show you all the fine pleasures of smoke sex today, and watch you feed those virgin lungs. That sound like fun, pig?” Suddenly, I felt Greg begin to fuck the end of the cigar into my cum dripping ass. I felt my cock get even harder, as it clearly liked the idea of even more sleazy sex. I smiled and nodded in approval. Pulling the cigar out of my ass, Greg leaned over me and stuck the cigar in my mouth, the flavor of Mike’s poz cum, my ass juices, and cigar tobacco mixing together on my taste buds. “First things first, I’m gonna teach you how to light up a cigar, pig,” Greg said, pulling out a lighter and setting it on my chest, “Go ahead and start sucking on that gar and light that fucker up.” I groaned around the cigar as I felt Greg slowly start to work several fingers into my ass, feeling as his nails occasionally caught on the tender flesh of my ass. Shakily, I fumbled a few times with the lighter before finally getting it lit. Grabbing my hand, Greg moved it to the tip of the cigar, before nodding at me. “Go ahead and start puffing, and with your free hand, start rotating it in your mouth,” he said, as he began to work a third finger into my sloppy ass as I follow this instructions, “Yeah, just light that. Get it evenly lit, and relax that sweet hole while Daddy Greg fingers Daddy Mike’s load into those soft pink guts. Help work our DNA into you and change you into our perfect son.” After a few tries, I finally got it well lit, puffing repeatedly as I had seen them both do the night before. Suddenly, Greg shoved a fourth finger into my hole, causing me to suck in a sudden breath of thick cigar smoke. I coughed hard, my lungs fighting the sudden assault of thick cigar smoke. I pulled the cigar out of my mouth as smoke escaped my throat in a large cloud with my hard coughing. “Fuck yeah, boy,” Greg growled, as he slowly began to work the four fingers around inside me, stretching them apart and scrapping his nails on the sides, “Daddy loves watching your lungs get fed cigar smoke for the first time. I’ll give you some nice poppers and fuck you nice and hard if you let me teach you to smoke like a real man.” Suddenly, he worked several fingers and began to press and rub on my prostate, causing my mind to melt as the sudden wave of pleasure and pain shook me to my core. “Oh shit… oh fuck…” I groaned, feel like I was either going to piss or shoot a massive load, “Any…. Anything for you Daddy.” Suddenly, he pulled out a bottle of poppers from his pocket and unceremoniously set them in the center of my chest. “You know what to do son,” Greg replied, pausing his manipulations on my prostate as I rushed to open the bottle, and began huffing on the poppers hard and fast. After several hits on the bottle, Greg seemed satisfied and took the bottle from me, taking a few deep hits himself. “Time to show Daddy how much you love smoking cigars, boy,” he growled, closing the poppers and setting them back on my chest, before pulling his fingers out of my ass, spitting on them and shoving them back in, “Suck that cigar smoke down and become like your Daddies.” I drew hard on the cigar, sucking hard on the fat cigar in my mouth and feeling as the thick acrid smoke flowed into my lungs, flooding them with pure cigar smoke. “Hold that smoke in boy, let it soak into those pink lungs boy,” Greg growled, grabbing onto my balls and squeezing them tightly as he dug his fingernails into my ass, “Don’t fucking cough it out. Fight the urge boy.” I held the smoke in, wincing as I felt his nails dig deeper into the tender walls of my ass, until finally Greg gave me a slight nod. I let out my breath, watching as the thick cloud of smoke billowed out of my nose and mouth. Following his lead, I took several more deep hauls on the cigar, breathing in when he dug his nails in, breathing out with his nods. Eventually, I began to start smoking the cigar hard and long on my own, as he fucked his fingers into me, his thumb slamming against the bottom of my balls, pressed hard against my taint. “Fuck yeah boy, now your smoking like a real man,” he grinned, following suit and easily sucking the cigar smoke deep into his own lungs, “You’re making Daddy very happy. Fucking wish I could really open your sweet hole up, but Daddy Mike wants to be here when we do that.” Suddenly, Greg pulled his fingers out of my hold, with a loud plop. Holding them up, he showed me the slight pink tinge coating his fingers before casually wiping his hand off on each ass check. “Yeah, you’re ready for daddy to fucking breed you now, pig,” he said, and without warning, slammed his hard cock deep inside me, “Don’t stop smoking that cigar, pig, or Daddy won’t give you any of his nasty cum.” I laid back and relaxed, letting Greg go to town on my ass as I focused on smoking the cigar down, occasionally stopping to huff some more poppers, before going right back to smoking the cigar again. Slowly, the cigar started to get shorter and shorter. I inwardly felt proud of myself, knowing I was giving Greg pleasure in seeing me smoke, as well as knowing I was doing something so trashy and twisted. “Fuck, you fucking ready pig,” Greg groaned, sweat pouring down his face as his strokes got shorter and faster, “Convince daddy on why you deserve his cum.” “Fuck dad, I want your cum in me so bad,” I groaned around the cigar, smoke pouring freely out of my mouth, “I want you to knock me up and turn me into your perfect boy. Let your DNA change me. Please, sir, please make me into your poz cumdump!” “FUCK,” he yelled, “I’m gonna shoot,. This might be the load that changes you forever. Tell daddy where to shoot it!” “Breed me, I want it!” I yelled, feeling my balls begin to boil as my cock threatened to erupt as well, “Shoot it in me so I can get pregnant!” Suddenly, Greg let out an incoherent yell, as he slammed as hard and fast in my ass as he could, my ass dripping with each shot as his load slowly began to squirt out around the sides of his dick. Just as quickly, my cock finally hit the point of no return and I felt as my first shot landed squarely in the center of my face, as I drew hard and long on the cigar, enjoying the rush of my ejaculation and the cigar smoke permeating my lungs. We both continued to shoot while smoking, unable to speak as both our cocks jerked hard. After about a minute, I finally felt my cock start to deflate, as with a whence, Greg pulled his dick out of my hole. “Fuck that was good!” Greg grinned, wiping his dick off with his fingers before wiping them on my hole, “Stay there for a second.” Unable to do anything except bonelessly lay there, I saw a flash light up the basement momentarily followed by the clicking sound of a camera. “Heh, Mike is going to be so jealous when I tell him I got you to smoke your first cigar on your own,” Greg chuckled to himself, typing something on his phone before I head the iconic whooshing sound as the message went on its way, “Told him he should have called in sick and joined in the fun.” I only nodded as Greg pulled out the cigar from my mouth, and dropped the now spent butt on the ground, before making out with me. We made out like that for a few minutes before we finally broke apart, and Greg helped me out of the sling. “Let’s hower, then you’ll need to head out,” he said, as I slowly got my legs, “Not that I wouldn’t love knocking your sexy ass up all day, but I got work and errands to run.” “Sure.” I said, with a sigh, definitely ready to clean up. ——— If I thought their kitchen was a work of art, the master bathroom clearly put it to shame. The massive bathroom took up what I vaguely remembered to be Mrs. Mercer’s eldest daughters room, having stayed there one night with my older brother and sister a decade ago when she watched us while our parents went out of town for some work thing. One side of the room was blocked off with a wall of floor to ceiling glass, effectively sectioning off the massive jacuzzi-sized bathtub and two massive showers, with a long bench between the two areas. I watched as Greg got both showers going, turning his attention to a fancy digital display on each showing the temperature of the water with several buttons I could only guess the function of neatly to the side. Finally, with a touch of one of the buttons, both of the shower heads turned on with a powerful spray, quickly filling the room with steam. Greg quickly undressed outside the room, and gestured I do the same. We each stood under one of the shower heads, and I let out a happy moan as the water pelted the muscles in my neck and back. “One of Mike’s must-haves,” Greg chuckled, before grabbing a bottle of soap and working up a lather, it’s spicy smell filling the room, “I got a pool, and he gets his toys. Though, I have to admit its a nice toy.” “Yeah, this shower is amazing,” I groaned, slicking back my hair under the water. “So, why didn’t you tell Mike and I you have a twin,” Greg asked nonchalantly, before handing the bottle of expensive smelling body soap over to me, “Twins are pretty hot sometimes.” “Oh… um…. No…” I said, stammering slightly, “I’m the youngest kid actually. Thats my older brother Ryan. He’s like two years older than me. And uh… that would be pretty weird. Hah…” “Oh, you both look so similar,” Greg continued, working the lather around his body before stepping back into the spray, “We thought maybe you chickened out when we saw him leave. We both were glad when you came out the front door.” “Yeah, I actually hear that a lot,” I said, now scrubbing my body and sneaking a quick feel of my loose ass, “He and I are nothing alike though. He’s in town for the summer for an internship.” “Hmmm, any other siblings?” Greg asked absently, now working towards shampooing his hair. “Just an older sister. We actually have a dinner tonight, so… I won’t umm….” I said, trying to think how I should word what I was thinking, “I won’t be free tonight.” “Oh, no worries, bud,” Greg chuckled, “I think Mike and I both have plans until next week. Not that we don’t enjoy destroying your sexy fucking hole. And breeding it nice and deep with our dirty loads.” I blushed slightly, my hole twinging as I felt a small bit of cum leak out. “Also, we’re still drawing up some ideas on what we want to show you each week,” Greg continued, leisurely rinsing the soap out of his hair. “I…. That’s cool,” I said, feeling suddenly shy and unsure for no reason, “Is there really that much to learn?” “Heh, you have no fucking idea boy. We’ve literally only scratched the surface,” Greg chuckled, before reaching over towards the digital panel, “Ready for me to shut this off?” I nodded, and suddenly, at the press of a button, the water shut off. We dried off mostly in silence, with Greg occasionally asking a few minor questions, like what my plans were. Finally, dressed back in my clothes, Greg walked me back to the front door. Suddenly, he turned around and ran back to the basement. “Wait here, I got something for you as well as some homework,” he yelled out to me as he went down the stairs. Inwardly I groaned, hoping that I wasn’t going to have to put that freaking plug back in. I was already tired, still had a ton of chores to do, and the dinner tonight. I would NOT be able to function with that monster back inside my guts. Thankfully, Greg arrived back with a basic looking linen bag. I looked inside and saw a large cigar box, a lighter, and cigar cutter. Also, there was a blank envelope filled with something. I looked up at Greg, unsure what he wanted. “Mike and I want that entire box smoked by next week,” Greg said, grinning, “We expect you to take a picture or video of you smoking them each time you light up. We’ll be sending you a group text later showing how hot you looked today as encouragement.” I nodded, surprised and unsure what to say. “Good boy,” Greg said, before leaning down and kissing me deeply, working his tongue deep in my mouth. “Complete that homework for us and we’ll let you come back over for your next lesson,” Greg chuckled, before opening the door and gently shoving me out the door, shutting it firmly behind me. Looking back down into the back, I let out an exasperated chuckle before walking back over to my house. Just what in the actual fuck did I get myself into? I thought to myself as I quickly made my way through the now stifling heat. Looking up in the sky, I estimated that it was likely around noon. Quickly enough, I was at my door, and after a bit of quick work, unlocked the door and shut the heat out behind me. Reaching into my bag, I pulled out the envelope before pulling out a small wad of cash. At first, I was kind of disappointed, thinking that Greg and Mike had pulled a fast one on me, until I noticed the denomination of the bills. “Jesus… eight hundred?” I said out loud in shock. I counted it three more times, holding them up to the light and confirming each one to be real and genuine. This was more than I made in a month. Hell, it was almost what I made in a summer. Begrudgingly, I looked at the bag. Even if the sex wasn’t mind blowing, the money was beyond worth it. “Looks like I’m going to have some homework to do…” I said with a sigh, feeling my dick rising in my jock.

Oh yes. There have been times when I lowered my stanfards to absolutely zero in order to have cocks breeding my ass.

When I'm exceedingly horny, one of my favorite things to do is to go to seedy adult bookstores and take all the troll cock I can. It gets me off-- them too! You see, I'm not picky when it comes to cock. As long as you can get hard and cum in my ass, I'll take it. Fat, ugly, small cock, ex-con, homeless, or poz. It doesn't matter to me. When I need to get fucked, I NEED to get fucked, and take as many loads as possible. And the seedier the better. The sleazy bookstores are best for this. I tend to avoid the more popular bookstores because I don't want to have to compete with other, younger bottoms, or for that matter deal with handsome guys with attitude who are always looking for 'something better'. Nah, I like the less-crowded, dirtier stores that cater to the less attractive and more desperate men. Besides, I really get off on the low light, the filth, and that smell-- a rich mixture of cigarette smoke, sweat, ass, lube, cum, and poppers. The last time I did this was about a month ago. I was climbing-the=walls=horny, and I couldn't find any online cock to satisfy my needs. So I cleaned out, pounded a couple beers (it helps), grabbed my lube and poppers, and drove to an ABS that is in a somewhat industrial part of town, it's it's not particularly well lit. Or nice. It's basically a cinder block bunker that rents adult videos and has a smallish back room area. There were five or six cars in the parking lot when I arrived, one of which I recognized. The older guy who owns and runs the store knows me on sight. He just smiles and lets me go to the back without paying, mainly because his will be one of the loads I take later. He's in his 50's, unattractive, and poz, but I don't care. He has a nice 7" cock and cums fast. Anyway, once my eyes adjusted to the gloom of the back room, I saw the owner of the car I recognized. He is a friend of the owner, is heavyset, and is seemingly ALWAYS at the bookstore. I mean always. Like every night. He is a voyeur. He knows me and the drill. He greets me with a cheerful "hi, honey" from his perch on a stool in view of all the booths, a couple of which were occupied. "You here for the usual?" he asked. I nodded and headed down to the end booth - the booth without a door. I removed my shorts and put them on the folding chair. Then I lubed-up my ass, watched the gay porn on the flickering screen, and waited. It didn't take long. The owner was first. Normally he takes a turn towards the end of my visit, but this time he evidently was horny and couldn't wait. I heard him ask the chubby queen to watch the front for a few minutes. Then he showed-up in the booth with me and unzipped his pants. We didn't really talk. I felt his meaty cockhead nudging my hole, so I hit the poppers and bent forward. He grabbed my hips, positioned himself, and shoved-in. Because I was so horny and lubed and poppered up, my ass accepted his seven inches without complaint. Experience being key, I knew he would last all of two minutes before spewing his raw toxic load into my hole. In addition I had taken him countless times before, do I knew that I could accommodate him, and that his load would serve as excellent lube for the others to come. True to form, after a minute or two he started to speed up his thrusts, grunting and groaning loudly to announce to the rest of the store that there is a bottom present who was getting fucked. I love that he helps me out like this. It's probably good for his business as well. Right on schedule he shouted "Yeah, take my load, fucker! Milk it!" as he popped his charged seed in my guts. Once spent, he pulled-out, zipped-up, and headed back up front. On his way out I heard him say, "He's all yours." Good-- another load awaits. Evidently the owner's demonstrative fuck brought out an audience. A middle aged Mexican guy sporting a short, fat, uncut cock quickly stepped-up quickly to take his turn. He roughly shoved into me and immediately went to town. He fucked pretty quietly, occasionally uttering some dirty Spanish. I recognized the words for faggot and ass. It didn't take him long - I felt him tense-up as he dumped his jizz inside my ass. Because his cock wasn't particularly long, his load was deposited at the entrance of my fuckhole, which made my ass start to feel a bit sloppy-- just the way I like it. After the Mexican left, I had to wait probably ten minutes or so before I got another cock. I heard a guy walk into the back and the Queen said "Go check out what's in that last booth." Without turning around I heard the guy walk-up, pause, and then walk away again. I knew he was debating on what he wanted to do, so I just waited-- facing the video screen, ass to the doorway, hands on the wall, legs spread. Almost as if I were being frisked. He came back (most guys at this bookstore do) and I felt him slide a finger into my ass. "Fuck, you got loads up there man?" "Two-- so far" I replied. From the way he spoke, I could tell he was black. So much the better. I had been craving some big black cock recently and now hopefully I would get it. And I did. This guy spun me around and made me suck his dick first. I was confronted by a 40-something, dark, thuggish black man, with probably at least eight inches of meat. Perfect! I dropped and sucked it as best I could, getting him nice and hard and spit-lubed. Then I stood-up, turned around, and assumed the position. That fucker nailed my ass without mercy for probably ten solid minutes. And he was loud about it, muttering that my "white ass should to take that black meat" and that he was gonna "knock you up and breed you deep." I figured this pretty much meant he was poz. The other two loads were being churned out of me by his huge dick. I could feel wetness creeping down the backs of my legs. I reached down and put my fingers on either side of his cock so I could feel it sliding in and out of me. It was so fucking hot! With a few more thrusts he buried his black bone into my ass saying "take my dirty cum, bitch!" I could feel his meat pulsing deep inside me, depositing load number three. He pulled out of my ass. By now cum really is running down my balls and legs. He made me suck him clean before he left. The next fuck was from a mousy, married guy with a nice six or so inch cock. I saw the wedding band when he grabbed my hips and slid in, fucking me gently and smoothly, getting off on the wet heat inside my hole. I only knew he was cumming when he stopped pumping, panting loudly. A few minutes after he left I heard a familiar voice behind me. "Damn, I was hoping you'd be here tonight. I have a five-day nut to bust." Then I felt a tongue probing my ass and licking up cum residue on the back of my legs. The felcher was a guy who had fucked me a few times before. He was a short, sawed-off, barrel chested daddy type, with a stubby, superfat cock. "Damn, you're juicy tonight!" he said, before diving back in to eat some more. My moans of appreciation let him know it was time to fuck me. I arched my back and hit the poppers. He spit on his cock and shoved it right in. "Fuck you're pussy's wet!" he whispered as he commenced fucking my hole. He pounded me hard, the wet slaps of his groin against my ass reverberated through the backtoom area. He fucked hard and fast and stretching my hole with his fat prong. "Get ready for my load," he announced. "Gonna flood your gut with my cum!" His cock really swelled-up when he came, I could actually feel him shoot. And true to his word, it was a good sized flood. The next guy who fucks me doesn't arrive for twenty minutes or so. I didn't get a good look at him, but I knew he was wearing a suit. I heard him unzip, and then I heard the familiar crinkle of plastic. Shit, he's gonna use a fucking condom. Oh well, they can't all be bare fucks, and besides, I know what to do with a used condom. Once covered, the dude slipped into me and fucked like a man possessed. From what I could feel, he had a really nice cock - not as big as the black guy, but he was definitely hitting deep and making my cock drool precum into a puddle on the floor. From the condom and the way he was humping, I could tell he was married. He just needed a hole to get off in - pussy or man pussy. I was cool with that. Five minutes later he shuddered and groaned, the condom ballooning with his baby batter. He pulled out and I heard him say, "Shit! There's fucking cum all over my pants." I heard the wet plop of the used condom hitting the floor as he left. I waited until he was gone before picking up the condom and examining it. The man was a definte shooter. It was too bad he had't fucked me raw. Oh well. I inserted the open end of the rubber in my ass, an used my fingers and pucker to squeeze his load up into my hole. The last fuck for the night was Homeless John. The owner doesn't like him hanging around the bookstore, but because he knows I refuse no load, he lets the guy in for free to get his nut off. Homeless John is a vet - I think of the First Gulf War. He's definitely homeless, and definitely poz. He is also kinda fucked in the head, but like I said, I don't discriminate. Plus he's good for another load and that's what counts. In addition I counted my service as an aid to the homeless. John has a good dick - not very thick at all, but long, about nine inches, and slightly curved downward. It looks somewhat strange because it is disproportionately thin, but it matches his gaunt frame. I looked back and said, "Hey John. You need some ass?" "Maybe." "I'll give you ten bucks if you breed me." I already knew what the answer would be. We played this game every time he fucked me. He thought my proposal over for a few seconds, said "Okay," unzipped and pounced into my hole, sliding in unceremoniously. His length caused me to gasp and I could smell John's B.O. as he fucked me. This, coupled with the poppers, sent me into a bottom white frenzy. The length of his cock and the curvature of it allowed him to fuck well up into my colon. Every time his head punched past that second ring it hurt so good - sending waves of pleasure and pain through my bowels. Homeless John takes a while to cum. He probably drilled that long poisonous snake into me for the better part of 15 minutes. I could tell he was wrecking my guts and I knew I couldn't take much more. Guess the horniness had finally been fucked out of me. "Fuck me, soldier!" I told him. "Unload that weapon in my ass! Please!" John knew was time and that he had earned his $10. He jammed cock up into me a few more times, and then spraying his deadly bullets well up in my colon. I make him stay up inside me until he starts to go limp. When he pulled out, I fished in the pocket of my shorts and handed him his money. "Thanks John-- you take care." He merely nodded and backed out of the booth. After that I dressed, no longer horny. It hadbeen a couple hours and my ass took seven cum loads. It was time to head home and see if I could find a horny bottom online to take the nut load that had been worked up from my trolling. And there's always a bottom looking....

My ex texted me: Happy Birthday! We haven't talked in a while. How is your special day? Going pretty good. But you know I don't go all out for my birthdays. Not really sure how to celebrate. So glad you remembered. Thanks! We should get together soon and catch up. Yes we should. I would like that. Fast forward just over a week to the next Thursday…..And another text from my ex. So, were you serious about wanting to get together? Yes I am. What do you have in mind? So we made plans to meet for dinner. And the drinks flowed. I was feeling good and buzzed. And I am sure he was too. Since he lives about an hour away, I didn't want him to drive. And since the bedroom was definitely NOT the reason we broke up, I offered to let him stay over so he wouldn't drive drunk. Once we got to my place, we started kissing. And one thing lead to another, we wound up in bed. Naked of course. He is on top of me and pulls back to look me intently. He says: I frequently have this fantasy where I hold you down and rape you. I am taken aback by how blunt he is, but I think it's hot. I say: Well, I would need 2 things. One, I would want to fight back so it feels real. And two, you can't stop and ask if everything is ok. He smiles. Me: And I would like it if you were extremely verbal and rough. Even if I get hurt. It will be just more to remember it by tomorrow. He grabs a handful of my hair and pulls my head back. I get out a tiny scream before he covers my mouth with his and pushes his tongue inside. I guess it's on! We had more rough, hot, kinky sex that night than all of the kinky sex we had over our 5 year relationship combined. He called me names. Horrible names. Forced himself on me, and inside me. He dragged me to the shower and pissed on me before taking me back to the bed, still dripping. Floors, sheets, and bed be damned. I didn't care at all. I was horny and he was pushing every button I had. Some I didn't even know I had. And then the breeding - talk and action - began. He told me he was going to breed me, knock me up, get me pregnant, give me his babies. I was loving it. I knew he was poz but undetectable. Even so, the verbal onslaught was hot. I don't know how, but it was over an hour later when he said he was going cum. He was pounding my hole. It hurt. But it was all I wanted and asked for. And so much more. He literally roared: I'm cumming! I was certain my neighbors would hear that. And when he pushed in that last time balls deep, I screamed too. I knew I would be getting looks from my neighbors. But who cares! I could feel him swelling and then shoot shot after shot of cum deep in my ass. His cum convulsions were much more intense than anything I had experienced with him in the past. And I laid there and took it all in. The pain, the pleasure, the sweat. And most of all, his load. When he finally finished cumming, he pulled out and laid beside me. We were both breathing heavy. It took a few minutes to calm out breathing and heart rates. He finally broke the silence and said: I have a confession to make. I recently changed insurance and they are making me jump through hoops to get my meds. I ran out over 3 weeks ago. Good thing you are on PrEP. Me: Well, I have a confession of my own. I had to stop PrEP for a few weeks for some other lab tests. As we lay there mulling over our confessions, I noticed I was rock hard and turned on. I reached over to feel his dick and he was hard too. His dick was literally pulsing with his heartbeat. I sat up on my knees and straddled him. I reached back and lined up his dick with my hole and sat down. Me: Let's make sure I get pregnant with your poz babies. Another round of hot, kinky, and poz focused sex kept us up for another 2 hours. I had never known him to cum so many times in a single session. I was overflowing with his cum. Every time he came, my hole got slicker. And every thrust splashed cum everywhere. About 3 weeks later, I felt like I got hit with a truck. The fever, chills, aches all came together to tell me that I was definitely converting. He came over and actually convinced me to have sex again. I would have never thought that fuck-flu sex would be anything I would want. But it was hot. And he shot 2 loads in my ass. I couldn't get enough. Couple of weeks later, I arranged for him to go with me to get tested. We waited in the clinic for the test results. And then we were called back into a room for my results. Of course, I was poz. After the nurse told me the results and we talked a little while, he left us alone in the room to gather my thoughts. As he was leaving, he said: Take as long as you want. As soon as the door clicked closed, I kissed my ex and put his hand on my crotch. He could feel the hard on through my pants. In almost an instant, our pants were around our knees and I was getting fucked - bare of course - right there in the exam room in the clinic. Mid fuck, the door opened and in walked the nurse. He smiled and said: KY is in that drawer, but here is some better lube. He handed my ex the bottle of lube and then reached over and locked the door. He pulled down his pants, exposing his rather large dick dripping with precum. He said: I.could tell by your expressions that you were turned on by your results. I was hoping to join in. I am poz, no meds. My ex pulled out of me and turned my ass towards the nurse. Then said: I am sure he would love your load too. I lost count how many loads I took at the STI clinic. But when they were done, I pulled up my pants and immediately felt them get wet from cum leaking out. I walked out of the clinic with a bulge in front and a wet spot in back. And a smile on my face. As we passed the nurse in the lobby, he said: See you next week for your follow-up. He clearly planned on fucking me again. And I planned on letting him.

Hi, guys. I've posted before about the sauna I frequent in London, and I went there again this past Friday. Everything seemed to come together to produce the most fantastic experience of my life. In short, I got fucked fifteen times in a little under four hours, and 13 different guys shot their loads up my ass! They ranged from a fat guy with a four inch dick, to a thin guy with a huge dick (more about him later), from a group scene in the restrooms on the third floor, to a really slutty scene with me laying in the sling, legs up, taking cocks one after the other until my ass was just dripping spunk. I think the sling scene was best - this fat, middle-aged guy started fucking me and by the time he was ready to cum, there were three or four others watching. When he finished, a nice, athletic looking guy with a big dick took his place and began fucking me really slowly, moving the sling back and forth. He really turned me on. He kept smirking down at me, sort of secretly, and I suppose he might have not cum if I'd asked. But I told him to shoot it, and when he came he just sort of held the head inside me and squirted just inside. When he pulled out I felt round for my hole, and there was there was this huge gob of spunk sliding out. A small, hairy bear-like guy was watching. He put his finger in me and felt for the spunk. He was really excited. I said "come on, do me." He practically launched into the saddle and shoved a short, but fat dick up my oozing ass. He was all red and sweaty and after a while he gasped "where do you want it?" I grabbed his hips and held him in me. "Inside" I said, and he let loose, slamming his cock into my hole he shot. I just want to say about the restroom. I went up there and fell asleep naked, face down on one of the benches. Suddenly, I felt some one climb on top of me. What a shock! One minute I was dozing, the next a guy was crouched between my legs, shoving a very long, thick cock up my ass! Fortunately, I was wet with spunk and lube. Then a few other guys came into the room, presumably to take a piss, and I heard someone say “let’s take turns fucking him." I surmised word had got round about me. The guy on my back was very thin: I could just see his face silhouetted over my shoulder and reach back to feel the boney legs straddling me - and he was shivering and gasping as the other guys fed him poppers. His cock was smooth and it kind-of tingled as it slid in and out, almost like a burning feeling. I lay there helplessly as someone straddled my head so the top could suck some cock he fucked. I felt my spine tingle as I glanced back and saw the gaunt, excited face of the guy riding me - I suspected, no, I knew he was far gone with AIDS. I looked around, and the other guys were watching and jacking, eager to take me, pale excited faces in the dim light. The guy in my hole started to shake and jerk - should I stop him? Should I? Then I lay my head on my arms, raised my ass a little, and accepted his cum as he shot it into me. I swear I could feel it burn as it flooded me. When he'd finished, he started to giggle and climbed off me. He was really skinny and bright eyed. "Wild!" he said, "really wild. You're fucked man." Then his buddies got me kneeling on the couch, as the next cock slid up my tingling hole. I can't tell you how excited I am.

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In a distant, yet alluring land, where the sun's rays kissed the skin of men with a sensual warmth, there lived a daring sailor named Sindbad the Handsome. His chiseled physique and piercing blue eyes captivated all who crossed his path, but it was his insatiable lust for adventure that set him apart from the rest. One fateful day, while on a voyage to an uncharted island, Sindbad and his crew stumbled upon a hidden cave. Within its depths, they discovered a mysterious lamp. As soon as Sindbad rubbed the lamp, a powerful jinn named Ibn-Houfton emerged, his dark skin glistening with sweat and his eyes ablaze with an otherworldly fire. Ibn-Houfton, sensing Sindbad's irresistible allure, offered him three wishes in exchange for the lamp. Sindbad, ever the adventurer, accepted the deal without hesitation. His first wish was to return home safely with his crew and their treasures. The jinn granted this wish, but with a twist: Sindbad would be forever bound to Ibn-Houfton's service. The second wish Sindbad made was for immortality, believing it would allow him to explore the world endlessly. However, Ibn-Houfton, knowing that immortality could lead to boredom and stagnation, granted Sindbad a form of eternal youth instead. This meant that while he would not age, his body would still be subject to the pleasures and pains of the flesh. For his third wish, Sindbad, now realizing the true nature of his bond with Ibn-Houfton, wished for the jinn's most potent aphrodisiac to be bestowed upon him. This would allow him to experience unparalleled pleasure and ecstasy, but also make him vulnerable to Ibn-Houfton's sexual advances. As the days passed, Sindbad found himself irresistibly drawn to Ibn-Houfton's presence. The jinn's intoxicating scent, a blend of musk and sandalwood, filled Sindbad's nostrils with each breath. His skin, tanned by the sun and adorned with intricate tattoos, seemed to ripple with power as he moved. One night, after a particularly intense bout of passion between them, Ibn-Houfton revealed his true intentions. "I have grown weary of my solitude," the jinn confessed, "and you, Sindbad, are the perfect companion for me." He then proceeded to explain that as a jinn, he was bound by the laws of desire and pleasure. To satisfy his cravings, he would need a willing partner, and Sindbad's body, with its unparalleled strength and endurance, was the ideal choice. Sindbad, now fully aware of the consequences of his third wish, submitted to Ibn-Houfton's will. The jinn's touch sent shivers down Sindbad's spine as he surrendered to the jinn's every command. Ibn-Houfton's power and aphrodisiac took full effect, and Sindbad found himself lost in a world of unimaginable pleasure. As the days turned into weeks, and then months, Sindbad began to realize that there was more to this arrangement than just physical gratification. Ibn-Houfton's knowledge and wisdom surpassed that of any human, and he shared his vast understanding with Sindbad. They explored the depths of philosophy, literature, and science, their bond growing stronger with each passing day. One fateful night, as they lay entwined in each other's arms, Ibn-Houfton revealed a secret that would change the course of their relationship forever. "My cum," he whispered into Sindbad's ear, "is not like that of any human. It is toxic, a byproduct of my demonic nature. When it enters your body, it will alter you in ways you cannot yet comprehend." Sindbad, now fully aware of the consequences of his third wish and the nature of their bond, submitted to Ibn-Houfton's will once more. The jinn's seed filled Sindbad's gut, flooding him with a sense of power and ecstasy that he had never before experienced. As the toxic cum coursed through his veins, Sindbad felt himself change, his body adapting to the jinn's essence. In time, Sindbad came to accept and even love Ibn-Houfton. Their bond transcended the physical, becoming a deep and abiding connection that spanned lifetimes. As they continued their adventures together, Sindbad realized that he had found something far more valuable than any treasure or conquest: true love.

Chapter 2 My mind was in a warm, horny mess. The furry, muscled daddy kept barebacking me, groaning and grinding as my wet slippery hole spasmed around him. The slam had me euphoric and begging for his cock, even as I felt it stretch open my cunt, and over the sounds of our sloppy fucking, his deep uncontrolled grunts as he owned his masculinity by barebacking me. Slowly, he began pushing me forward, his staccato-esque pounding increasing in fervour, and soon, he had a leg up on the bed. This allowed his plunges into my cunt to reach depths that had me scream out, forcing him to push my face down and growl "Not that loud, slut. Bite down into the pillow, and scream out." I whimpered, shakily and nodded, lost in a euphoric trance. He began to slow down and I relaxed with him, my moans going from shrill to soft sighs. His hands slid over my back and casually slid over my neck, and quickly, he lifted his other leg onto the bed. "Relax for me, baby. This next fuck will be intense." I felt his weight on my large ass cheeks, his hairy, sweaty groin spreading them open, our bodies linking up electrically. He leaned into me further, his thick, soaked chest hair cooling me. "Spread your legs, baby. open wide. Daddy's going to fill you up good." The anticipation of his cum had me more turned on than I could express. Spurts of clear, watery cum kept pouring out of my soft cock, and with his instruction, I spread my legs, feeling him push in deeper. He pressed my face into the bed, and slowly pulled out, releasing wet pops from my hole. His fingers tightened around my neck, and without warning he plunged in hard, and again, and again. A croak escaped my mouth as he battered my hole, his cock pistoning in and out of me and a rumble emerging from him. My fingers wrapped into tight balls as I clutched the bedcover, both loving and agonising over his fucking. Sweat and slime draped my raw-dogged cunt, his pubic hair burning the lips of my cunt as he pounded me out. His hands kept tightening around my neck, as he fucked me and from the corner of my eye, I watched the large mirror beside us. There we were, on the white sheets of the bed. Me, legs akimbo, face down and a blurred, body rippling, and him, a man mad with primal lust. his head was upturned, mouth open, back arched and legs crossed as he fucked my hole deeper with every second. His muscles were taut and from here, I could see that he was covered with glitters of sweat emerging from his copious fur, clinging to his beautiful musculature, a vision to behold. A guttural howl escaped his lips and each slap into me was hard, and angry, showering me in all the sweat that clung to his body, while spots began to appear in my vision. "I'm going to cum." He whispered, tight with control. I didn't know what to feel other than bliss, and non-existence. At that moment, I was his hole, and I would do anything to make sure that his cum would slather my insides. "I'M CUMMING YOU FUCKING SLUT!" He bellowed, followed by a rising scream. His final lunges were echoes with deep roars from him, and as the last bits of air began to escape from me, his body jerked over me, and I felt it. Each convulsion was followed by angry, intense groans, and he finished with "Take my poz cum, slut." I didn't react negatively to this, but it spurred me on, opening myself up to him in every possible way. I always wanted to have a poz man breed me. That was the true lack of inhibition. The joy of toxic cum branding my sore, puffy cunt. A thick, explosive burst of rich cum spurted deep inside me, and as his clasp over my neck relaxed, I could smell his orgasm. There was something about the smell of cum, musky, and strong that had me burst out, releasing gushes of liquid out of my slowly hardening cock. He laughed, his voice huskier, weaker. "That was beautiful, baby." He pulled out gently, pulling me up, and releasing his cock from the confines of my cum filled man cunt. His fingers traced the edges of my swollen hole and slid in, making me gasp and they slid out, doused in thick, whitish liquid. He moved my face towards and slipped his fingers in my mouth, making me taste him, my hole and looked into my eyes with an intensity I couldn't describe. It was animalistic like he had claimed me. I shuddered at the thought of being his. He turned me slowly and in a raspy voice whispered into my ear "Clean me, slut." My legs slid onto the floor and the blood rushed up to my head, making me totter around for a second. He held me, despite my skin being slippery and rose to a kneeling position on the bed. He then leaned back his throbbing manhood rising above the thicket of his wet fur like a tower of male dominance over me, like it was symbolic in some religious way. His cock rose In the amber light was still hard, now wet and sticky with our combined fluid. I didn't hesitate. I took him in entirely, down to the root, lips clasped over my teeth. I wanted to show him what I was good at. I went down slow, relishing the taste of us on his thick, can-sized cock and watching his head pitch back, moaning. The meth/molly had a second burst in me as my blood rushed to my head, and with it, awareness of every vein, even muscle, and the scent of his rich cum, sending me in a non-stop motion of suctioned sucking, my tongue lapping over his blood filled member. "Yesssss," he whispered into the ceiling arching his buttocks forward and feeding this thickening cock into my gullet. Saliva escaped with his emerging cock, and with it, any thought in my head for air. He held me still and slipped his tumescent cock out of my hot, steaming mouth and looked at me, his eyes dark again. He wanted to fuck me, once more. Maybe he saw the thought form in my head and his dominant side awakened; he clasped my head in both hands and began to face fuck me ignoring my gags as he hissed. I made it a habit, high or not, to always cover my teeth when a cock touched my lips, and he was loving it. I patted his thigh with urgency, begging him to release me as I couldn't breathe but he didn't seem to care. His body smelled breathtaking in a rich, thick pheromone-like haze, and as I looked at him, he looked at me, and snarled, his canines glinting in the light. He was in bliss. Eyes rolling up, with whatever strength I had left, I pushed his groin off my face, gasping hard as his saliva-covered cock slapped into my face. As I breathed in, another rush of blood brought the slam back up, and in a second, we were at it again. This is what he meant by letting go. The intensity, the strength of the slam had me in awe. At this point, anything he wanted, I would do. Just to feel that rush. X-------------------------------------X Hey Guys! The week has been a bit hectic with work, and I'm a bit ill. I hope this will suffice for now, I'll resume the chapter in a few more days. Thank you for the positive responses! He kindly looked like this, sans the tattoos. Well, except one. And hairier.

Chapter 20 “Oh if you don´t, we´ll just make you. And you will enjoy that. Right Jake?” said Jamal from behind me. He had stood up and I felt his presence, before he pressed his body on my backside. His chest against my back, his hard cock lying perfectly in the gap between my ass cheeks. He pressed against me and wrapped his hands around my upper body, so that I couldn´t move away. Not that I really wanted to. I was a messy… mess. And my head wasn´t working like it normally would. I had come here, wanting to show Jamal and Taron that I could take initiative, that I wasn´t just the shy boy they had gotten to know. But now I was overwhelmed again and the g didn’t make it any better. So… maybe I would have taken a step back from this mountain of a muscle stud standing just a foot away from me, grinning and lighting the pipe, sticking it in my mouth. I welcomed it, knew it would calm my nerves, make me feel good, get me ready for… whatever they had planned for tonight. I should have known that Jamal was not someone to just repeat the last time. He had brought me the border of the things I had wanted to do and had casually taken hold of my while stepping over them. Not that I complained… “Suck it some more Jakey. Show us what a good sucker you are…” Jamal whispered in my ear, when I had just stopped drawing the smoke in. I heard the grin in his voice from the joke he had made. And of course, I obeyed and took in the little bit more of smoke, that I could. Then Jamal´s hand moved up, covering my mouth, while Chase quickly used his hands to shut my nose. I instinctively struggled for a second, but Jamal´s one arm and him going down on my neck with his mouth stopped me dead in my tracks. I knew I had to… let go. And so I dutifully held the smoke. I held it for longer than I thought I could. At some point, my eyes went wide and my eyes started to beg. Chase then grinned and nodded, taking his fingers off my nose. I quickly let out the smoke, or what was left of it, and took a harsh breath in again. I immediately felt different. When people had described to me. How it felt to be “high”, I had kind of understood. But now I felt, again, how much better the singular word fit to describe this feeling. I took some more breaths, while Chase and Taron fistbumped each other over my shoulder and talked. “… make really good use of him tonight. Fuck, I´m excited for that!” “Oh yeah… Now what do you say Jakey, wanne see Chase´s cock? I mean… the part that you can’t yet fully see in those!” He pointed at Chase´s trunks, which had caught my eyes before already. They were tight, so his fat cock lay sideways and… yeah, it didn´t leave a lot to imagination. “You seem to love black cocks, isn´t that so? Now go ahead, he won´t disappoint…” And so I did. My hands quickly found their way to these trunks, feeling and squeezing along the hard cock. Here I saw a chance to finally tease a little: Instead of getting his cock out immediately, I felt along it and kind of masturbated it through the pants. When I looked up at Chase´s face, he smirked at me and then shook his head. “Nope, you will get to work. Right now!” With that he pushed me to my knees with a strength and quickness, that made them slam against the floor, making me howl for a second, but my open mouth was stuffed with his bulge in a second and he loved it. Then he pushed my head back, pushed his trunks down and slapped his cock against my face repeatedly. I barely could take a look at it, the dark skin, the glans glimmering from prejuice. But then he slammed it back into my mouth. I almost choked because he was so quick. “That´s for not doing what I tell you sweety. Maybe you learn the lesson. If not, there will be more chances to teach you.” He fucked my face, me barely being able to catch a breath, while Jamal was still standing behind me like a brick wall, so I had no choice but to give my best. After a while, Chase relented and Jamal helped me up, then threw me on the sofa, laying on my stomach. “Good job so far baby…” he purred “… and now let’s get you more in the zone! With that, I felt him spreading my ass cheeks, slowly but steadily pulling out the plug and administering a small, hard, slicked object to my hole. When I opened my mouth, Chase was there to push his cock in again. And just like that, my hole opened enough for Jamal so spray some liquid into me that I was sure would contain plenty of chems. But… well, that wasn´t actually that bad, was it? Jamal then started to finger me with some lube, while my mouth got fucked again. I was still high and after some minutes, I go even higher, my hole being warm, not just from the fingers. I responded to my urges by pressing back against the fingers, impaling myself more and then going forward, taking the cock in front of me into my throat. I was in slut heaven for a moment, just enjoying these two beautiful, kinky hunks using me and me making them feel good. But the moment ended way to quickly, when Jamal withdrew his fingers and I felt his cock on my hole. Chase withdrew and shoved poppers under my nose, which I greedily inhaled. He coached me through it. “Another! Keep it in. Longer. Exhale and the next, come on, take those fumes and make your brain fly and your hole open to that dick Jakey!” And within some more breaths, my hole gave way and I was fucked again, bare, by an enormous cock

I'm in HEAT now...can't you all smell me! Ass and pits on fire...grrrrr

Simon pulled out and I felt hot sperm trickle over my balls. He scooped it up with his finger and stuck it in me, then got off the bench. "All yours," he said to the old man. "See you later." He climbed the steps and disappeared. As he went, I saw the biohazard sign on his left buttock and shuddered with fear and loathing, but the old man took a snort of poppers and stuck them under my nose. I sniffed and felt the fear wash away to be replaced with luxurious sexual feeling. "Come on," he said. "Lets go and put you in the sling." He helped me off the bench, smearing the cum leaking from my hole over my bottom. We went around the screen wall into the fetid darkness. After a few moments, my questing hand felt a chain and then a leather seat. He helped me lie back into it, raised my legs and put my feet in the stirrups. I couldn't see him in the darkness. "My..my name's Ian." I said, feeling nervous and needing to make some kind of connection with him. After all, I was about to take his toxic seed. "Yeah? So what." He grunted. With that, I felt his cock probe me, the metal prince Albert cool and hard in the tip. He pushed harder and opened me up. "Oh yeah!" He gasped and then his cock slid right up inside until his belly was against my balls. " Don't...don't ...oof...care who you are. "He grunted. "Just a pig taking my poz cum...ahhh " Suddenly, I saw a flickering light and heard someone coming. A man round the screen carrying a torch and a bucket. He was one of the guys behend the counter upstairs. He flicked the light over us and said "Just cleaning up. Don't mind me. Seen it all before." I was embarrassed but the old man continued to fuck me as the guy picked up a couple of used condoms and put them in the bucket. He came over and watched us for a moment, noticing the bare cock fucking me in the light from his torch. "Sleazy fucker, eh?" He took out one of the condoms. I could see the tip was filled with yellowy cum. He pointed at the old man's cock and raised an eyebrow. The old man grinned and nodded and pulled his cock out half way. To my horror and disgust, he tipped the condom and poured the contents over the man's cock then laughed as it was shoved back into me. "Nice one!" He said, taking the bottle of poppers and making me sniff. I sagged in lust. Had I just had spunk from a dirty condom put in me? What was I doing! But I felt soooo filthy. "Open up." He said, producing the other condom. I didn't know what he meant until he turned my head, squeezed my mouth open and poured the content into it. "Ahh! ..What...ooh no! I gasped and gurgled as the cold sperm filled my mouth. More poppers and my mind gave way. I was just a pig and that was my fate. ""Swallow" He breathed and I could only do as I was told, closing my lips and swallowing as the old man grunted with pleasure and I felt his cock harden and throb as he came in me. "There you go!" Laughed the man with the torch. "Back to work!" He left and we were plunged into darkness. I Felt the cock slide out of me and the old man left without a word. I hung there in the darkness, naked, covered in cum, ashamed and yet calm. I had taken three poz loads and swallowed spunk from a condom. I felt used but the shame gave way to acceptance and I had finally become the pig I belonged.. " "I

Jack was given his flyers to hand out. He was nineteen, skinny, with sandy hair and light brown eyes. He skin could be described as basic white. He really was just a dude that didn't stand out. He was gay. He never did anything wild. Only had one boyfriend and that was it. In college now, he was looking for friends, and more. It was a very small college. The only gay organization was run by a student who made everything the group did about promoting safe sex. Today, they were going to go into the local gay bars and hand out flyers. Jack was.not very comfortable doing this. He did not have a problem with the message, he only did safe stuff. However, doing all this made him nervous. He was only nineteen and was only allowed into the clubs because it was still early, around five p.m. and the club owner just wanted them to get done and leave. Jack did not talk to anyone at first. He just walked around his area, put the flyers on empty booths and tables and offered them to anyone already there. Then he met Kevin and Greg. Kevin and Greg were both having a beer after work. They were older gentlemen who were the opposite of what the flyers said they should do. When Jack offered them the flyer, Greg stopped him and asked Jack to.join them for a minute. "Why are you doing this?" Greg asked, no Palace intended, just curious for the reasons. "I believe in it." He responded. Jack suddenly felt him mouth get dry. He was struggling to find his voice. He was very attracted to these.men. There was something about them he could.not figure out. Oh, they were both great looking. Both were athletic and clearly went to the gym often. That wasn't it. There was something else. "Do you mind if we ask some personal questions?" Kevin asked. "I don't mind, I guess." Jack shyly answered. "Have you ever had sex raw?" Jack admitted that he never had. All his sexual encounters were with condoms. He admitted,why he was saying so much to these guys was beyond his understanding. He opened up about how every time he gave or received a blown job protection was worn. He said that was drilled into him since he came out as gay. The couple told.him that it was so sad about that. "My friend, they are lying to.you. We know from personal experience that raw sex is so much better. Neither oral or anal. Skin on skin is how it is meant to be. It fels.so much better.' Need told him. " Maybe, but what about HIV?" "What about it? We both have it. We have gifted it to many guys." They went on about past.experiences and how much men loved what they offered. Jack was suddenly being called to leave. Apparently, the group overstayed their welcome. Jack said goodbye. They said that they were going to be here a couple of more hours. Jack thanked them for their time. He left with the group. At the campus meeting place, everyone was talking about how annoying people were. Jack did.not feel like sharing. He made an excuse to leave.and started walking back to.his .dorm. He was unsure why at first but, he walked past.his dorm and off campus. He wandered a bit until he found himself in front of the club he was at earlier. The bartender recognized him and wanted him to leave. Jack quickly said he thinks he dropped his keys at a.booth where he was chatting with two guys. He would be there just long enough to look and then leave. When Kevin and Greg saw him approaching, they met him and suggested they leave, since he was not 21 yet. Jack walked with the couple to their car. Jack was told to get into the back seat. He did as told. He was shocked to see Greg also get into the back. As Kevin drove away, Greg grabbed the back of Jack's head and kissed him hard. It was the most passionate kiss he ever had. Then Greg unbelief Jack's pants. Greg gave him his first blow job sights condom. "Oh fuck." Back softly said. Kevin smiled and said, "It is so much better, right?" All.Jack could do was give a nod. It didn't take long for Jack to cum. He shot his load into Greg's mouth. When he had taken all of the load, he gave Kevin a quick kiss and then kissed Jack again. As Greg shoved his tongue into Jack's mouth, he tasted cum for the first time. He loved it. A few minutes later, they were at the couple's home. The three started a strong make out session. Getting naked while doing so. Jack was both excited and scared about what was happening. He was experiencing something brand new for himself. The fact that these two men were HIV positive should have scared him off. Instead, he got more excited thinking about it. "Jack, you sucked Greg, I think you should return the favor now." Kevin suggested. Jack got on hon knees and took Greg' hard dick in his mouth. It was the biggest dick.he had ever sucked. A good seven inches. Kevin was even bigger. Greg was tasting another man's cock for the first. This was the first time he gave a man a real a blow job. All his previous experiences were pathetic in comparison. He loved the taste, the feel, the scent of it all. He knew he needed to work on his skills. Right now, he was.enjoying it all. Soon Greg was saying, "yeah, suck my toxic dick. Yeah, I M going to cum in your mouth. I am going to give your mouth my Poz cum. Yeah, I am cumming, I am cumming. my toxic cum is in your mouth. Swallow it. Swallow.my HIV load." Jack did as he was told. This was the greatest moment of his life. Kevin, as hard as he has ever seen a man, was asking if he was ready for the next experience. Jack knew what was next and he was ready for it. End of part one. Part two is coming soon. Let me know what you think so far.

Rashes are not a tell-tale sign of infection (of HIV, at least; you could have been infected with any number of other things, either STI's or just plain old things like measles. Or you could just have a skin reaction to something. If you're so concerned about whether you're infected, log off, go get tested, and if you get a negative test, go back for another in 2 weeks. This forum is not going to be able to diagnose you.

Frankly, that's bullshit. There is no case in this country - NONE - of a child 10-12 years old getting full surgical intervention without parental consent. It's just not happening. It's damned near impossible for a doctor to prescribe ANY medication for a child without parental consent, much less something like puberty blockers. That's just right-wing bullshit lies that are being repeated over and over through the internet to convince gullible fools that the chirren are in DANGER! and we need to ACT! to protect them from BIG BAD TRANSGAY! who's trying to undermine all parental authority, etc. I honestly thought most people on here could see through that crap.

What a joke this president is…impeach!

@ScottishBoy I was nervous at the thought of having them pierced; however, the pain lasts only seconds and then it’s done. I will not lie, the pain is intense, but it resolves so quickly. It was absolutely worth it. They look and feel great. I’m still trying to get my pic to upload and show everyone. You should have it done!

I really want mine done but I'm too shy/nervous haha

Asleep and Taking Loads My boy and I have been coming up with some fun risky scenarios to play out getting him more comfortable taking raw POZ cock. It totally turns both of us on. Over the past few months, I’ve shared his holes with a few guys, mostly buddies, mostly NEG or POZ and medicated. He suggested lining up a few NEG guys online to come over for some group fun and pretend to be drugged up and knocked out. He figured I’d be there to keep things from getting out of hand, so where’s the real harm, right? He told me that he’d start to moan or ‘wake up’ if he’d had too much and wanted to stop. Plus, I’d get to watch these strangers breed my boy and then fuck their cum into his ass. What could go wrong? My boy decided that Saturday night would be our best bet to get a lot of guys. I placed an ad with a few naked pictures showing his hole full of cock, one of it freshly bred and leaking seed, letting guys know he was serious: GUY TAKING NEG LOADS WHILE PASSED OUT. FUN STARTS AT MIDNIGHT THIS SATURDAY. SEND PICS AND STATS FOR ADDRESS. Within the next two days, I’d had about ten replies. Most were from NEG guys who loved the idea. One was from someone POZ saying how risky it was just to trust people. He went on to say that some POZ guys might just say they were NEG and join the scene anyway. He included a pic of his muscular back with a big biohazard tattoo and a really nice, slightly saggy ass. I knew he was right, but sent the address and instructions to come on in to the rest of the NEG guys who I wanted to see raw top my sleepy boy. Saturday afternoon we had an early light lunch and I got the house ready while my boy lounged in the tub and took his time really deep cleaning. We put the bed in the middle of the room and stripped it of our normal sheets with a black rubber mattress cover in their place. My boy took a few hits of poppers and laid down as I ate his hole. Around 11:45, I heard the front door open and two or three voices chatting as they came up the stairs. My boy winked at me and closed his eyes. Three guys came in and stripped their clothes off as I fingered my boys ass, saying that he was out cold, and they could have their way with him. One guy shoved his cock down my boy’s throat. Another one lined up and spit on his dick before shoving it into my boy. My slutty boy must have been really struggling to not groan or moan on those cocks. The third guy, a real frat boy, seemed to be having a hard time getting it up, so I knealt down suck his cock until it was ready to breed my boy. While I was gobbling the frat boy’s cock, a fourth guy showed up, big muscle guy. I remembered his thick tool from his pics. He stipped off his shorts and winked at me while I went back to sucking the frat boy off. The first two men came, one shooting his load all over my ‘sleeping’ boy’s face and hair. The first top shot his load deep into my boy. When he pulled out there was a white river leaking out. I smeared some cum out of my boy’s bangs onto my cock and pushed their cum into him. I fucked my boy for a few minutes. The first two guys were naked and jerking each other off while the frat boy watched and slapped his thickening dick on my boy’s slack mouth. The muscle guy tapped my ass and told me he was ready for his turn. He was rock hard and truly thick, naked from the waist down, his frame peeking out of a black tanktop. I knew my boy must have been struggling to take it all so fast, even though he was well-lubed and pretty open. I watched from behind as he forced inside my boy, his broad shoulders flexing under that shirt. My boy remained totally silent as the guy stabbed his dick balls deep and then went to hammering. When he was about to cum, he shook his head and said, ‘not yet.’ The frat boy was finally fully hard and slid on into my silent boy. I needed a piss really bad, and the first top told me he was thirsty. ‘Not here,’ I said, and pointed to the bathroom. The guy got in the shower and I pissed into his mouth. He swallowed every drop. We were only out of the bedroom for a minute or two when the frat boy shouted that he was going to cum, and we raced back in to watch him hammer his load into my ‘passed-out’ boy’s hungry hole. The muscle guy was next to my boy’s shoulder with his back to us, tapping a spot on his arm. He jerked his cock as the frat boy came then took his place, not waiting for me to have a turn. The guy grunted and growled as he pummeled my boy’s raw ass but my boy never made a sound. As he force fucked my boy, I watched as his ass flapped around and realized where I’d seen it before. I wasn’t at all surprised when his shirt crept high enough that I could see the points of his biohazard tattoo peeking out, but I was too horny to do anything to stop it. I knew this POZ stranger was about to breed my boy, just like he warned me he would. The muscle stud roared as he filled my boy up. ‘I’m breeding you, boy, filling you up with POZ cum! You like that?’ he asked. The three NEG guys sort of freaked out and made a quick exit, grabbing their clothes as they left. I stood there shocked, but fully hard and about to shoot my load. Still inside my boy, the guy leaned forward, ‘You like this game boy? Want me to call my toxic friends over and share your hole with them? You want me to stop?’ My boy didn’t reply. I knew he wanted to eventually take POZ cum, and was waiting for a sign that it was time to call it a night. I rubbed my boy’s face and tried to ask him if he wanted more, but he just drooled. I was a little freaked out. The POZ muscle top went over to his phone and clicked around. He held the screen towards me and I saw a conversation on it: Person 1: Hey boy. Nice profile. You take raw POZ cock? Person 2: I want to… I have this fantasy. Person 1: Yeah? What’s that? Person 2: I convince my man to host a NEG-only party and pretend to be passed out. But, I get a POZ guy to come over and actually give me something so I pass out and can’t stop him from breeding me. Person 1: Yeah, boy? I could do that for you. I have connections… and maybe some POZ buddies who might be into joining… Person 2: Cool Keep your eyes peeled for an ad. That’ll be us. In case my man doesn’t send you the address, here it is: ********** Person 1: Cool. You really want me to mess you up and knock you out? Person 2: Yes, please. The POZ stud took his phone back and grabbed my hips. He guided my cock into my boy’s puffy cummy hole. ‘You like this scene?’ ‘Yeah,’ I replied. 'Breed him. Mix your seed with mine inside him. He wants this.’ He rocked my hips forwards and backwards faster and faster until I shot my load into my boy, pushing that POZ and those NEG loads deeper inside him. The stud licked his lips as I pulled out and spread my boy’s cheeks. He sucked out as much cum as he could until it was smeared all over his mouth. ‘Clean me!,’ he ordered. I licked all over his mouth as he jammed his fingers in and out of my boy. ‘Good thing you’re into this. My buddies are already on their way over…’

Just make sure that U keep moving the piercings back and forth..otherwise your skin will attach to the metal and that will be more painful than the piercings...

I find this thread particularly interesting... One, I can't help but wonder how many of us answer the same thread repeatedly over time as they re-surface... Two, the "types" I see described here seem specific, to the point that you might pass a lot of other non-specific horny type of guys over looking for what you entered into your response.. Three, hookup apps make a lot more sense when you consider that everyone is "looking" for their ideal type. My type is a horny man with an erection and a desire to ejaculate inside me. You gotta cast a wide net 🙂

Fuck I'm in Heat all the time, I need a rock hard horny cock in my ass on the reg...

Greg excused himself for a minute and Kevin strokes Jack's hair. Greg came back with some bottles of water and with some small brown bottles. Jack knew they were poppers, he never used them before. "Drink up, we got a long night ahead of us." Greg insisted. Jack did as he was told. He knew that he would be doing whatever these two men told him, at least, for tonight. Jack look at these two men, really looked. They were in great shape. They were more attractive then any men he had seen before. It wasn't just physical. There was something about the two that drew Jack to them. He realized that it was the HIV. His body ease longing for the gift they had. He knew that this was in response to him denying the pleasure of raw sex. He needed it, and now he was drawn to the men who could give it to him best. He knew that HIV was his future. Still looking, he noticed they both had a couple of matching tattoos. A small scorpion and a biohazard symbol. As he finished the water, Jack decided he could not wait any longer, he was begging one of them to pop his cherry and fill him. Kevin got really hard at this. He finished his water,.grabbed Jack's ankles and pulled him to the edge of the bed. Greg grabbed a lube bottle from somewhere and put some on his finger. Jack felt it like through his asshole. He moaned in pleasure at this. It was the best feeling ever. Greg had a sharp nail and was cutting his insides. " No more than absolutely necessary. " Kevin reminded Greg. Greg removed his finger, got onto the bed with Jack. He gave him a kiss and held the poppers bottle under his nose. "Take a big hit. Jack did as told. As he hit, his mind became fuzzy and his body felt hot. He was feeling the high of the poppers when he also felt a sudden mix of pleasure and pain. Kevin had forced his dick into Jack's hole. It was not a slow and deliberate process. Nope, Kevin decided.to just fuck the boy hard. Greg felt every inch of his hard thick dick thrusting inside him. Kevin was.balls deep inside Jack. The more and more he got fucked, the more and more he was.enjoying it. Between the popper.hits, and his ass opening up and accepting what was happening, the more.he wanted. "You like that boy, you like my Poz dick fucking your little tight boy pussy. You like my corrupting and pozzing you?" "Yes" Jack.screamed. "Fill me with your poz.dick. Give me your toxic seed. Make me just like you." Kevin decided that he would give.the.boy what he wanted. "Here it comes.you little slut. Your first HIV load. I'm cumming. Jack shot his own load at the same time he felt Kevin's Poz cum deep shot deep inside his ass. Jack.was heaven. He took a hit of poppers to really enjoy the experience. Kevin was still going. "I got one more load.before I need to stop." he said. Jack didn't complain. He was enjoying the experience. Raw sex was what he longed for. When Kevin was finished, Greg took his turn and filled Jack as well. "We need to get more strains in you." Jack lost count of how many times these two filled him up. He knew that he was going to get HIV. The two did have to stop for a while to get some sleep. After a few hours, Jack awoke to find he was alone. He heard the two down the hall from the bedroom. He got up used the bathroom, and joined them in what turned out to be the kitchen. They had a big breakfast prepared for them. After last night, they needed the protein and water. They enjoyed eating the meal and talked for a bit. They asked if he was sure that he wanted their gifts. They even offered to take him.to a clinic to get treated with prep, if he wasn't already on it. He told them no. HIV was what he needed. It was what was missing from his life. Kevin and Greg were happy to hear that. They even offered to let him top them. After all, his dick was as big ad theirs and he was going to need to spread his strain around. Jack had to sadly decline. He had classes in a few hours and had to go back to the dorm to get ready. They took him back, shared a.kiss in front of the door. He said that he would be back that night. Throughout the day, everyone said that there was something different about him. He seemed bigger, more confident. He was. He even told the flyers guy that he was wrong. That he had bareback sex and it was real fucking. Over the next few days Jack was at his new friends house every night. He caught the fuck flu and they took care of him while he recovered. He got tested and confirmed hi wad now HIV Positive. They celebrated by getting Jack tattoos that matched theirs. Jack was now ready to start his own journey with his HIV.

Not my last load but a very recent one. Hooked up with a middle aged Japanese man. joked about him being a yakuza he said that he was. WTF!?! haha. Dude had jokes. Got to his hotel and he immediately got undedressed -He had a full body tattoo, a goddess, a dragon, clouds etc.. SO of course I licked every inch of him. His cock seemed to like that. Not a tattoo freak but it was amazing, like getting fucked by a work of art. The icing on the cake we he had pearls implanted into his cock shaft. Yeah, like the "ribbed for her pleasure "signs on old condom dispensers. Didn't notice the effect of the pearls, but the tattoo and his rhythm were hypnotic. Went out and got myself some sushi after that.

I sat on the bench with the old man and reached for his cock. It was firm and greasy to the touch. He grunted and pushed my head forward and down until the mushroom head slid between my lips. The tip was wet and salty and the shaft was slippery and hot. From the corner of my eye I saw the guy shove his cock hard up my friend's arse and cry out as he came in him. I came up for air as he got off the supine body, a drool of sperm leaking from his puffy hole. The man got up and left without a word. Simon - I remembered his name now - came and sat the other side of me. His long thin cock was half hard against his thigh as he reached for my erection and began to rub it gently in his fist. "'ain't seen you in a while, " He said ."Ian isn't it?" I nodded as his friend David nuzzled my face, turning my head and planting his lips on mine. His tongue explored my mouth and I began to squirm with excitement. "You poz yet?" Whispered Simon in my ear. I escaped David's kiss and shook my head as the breath caught in my chest with excitement. "David is poz like me. Did you like sucking his poz cock?"" Simon's hand reached under my balls and his finger probed the wetness in my arsehole. "Hmmm. Seems like you have been a naughty boy already though!" This was getting heavy. I knew the risks of fucking with strangers in this place, but here I was playing with two men I actually knew were poz. The sensation was on another level - excitement mixed with fear. Wanting to walk away and be sensible and wanting to give into them and to the darkness in my mind. I was panting with emotion. He took my hand and put it on his thickening cock. "I remember our little chat last time. You wouldn't play, but I could see it turned you on. The thought of getting pregnant with my cum, eh?" I should go. I thought. I really should. But I didn't move. David produced some poppers. The small space filled with aroma when he took off the cap. He sniffed it, then offered me the bottle. I hesitated, then took a sniff. "Oh, wow!" I said as the poppers swept through me and I felt the liquid lust in my veins and my control going.....

Chapter 3 when the applause died down everyone walked up to me and started to touch my body just like before. I loved all the attention they were giving to my nipples cock and ass they all made me feel so welcomed and so horny. My new boss stood up there next to me and gave me a grand introduction. Boys this is Chad and he has been accepted as our new house boy. This brought on another round of applause and cheering from everyone. So now we must christien him into his new role and new life the only way we know how to so i hope everyone has saved up their loads because everyone here needs to put a load in this boy before the end of the night to make sure his new status is brought on quickly. I want everyone to form a line one for poz and one with aids so we can make sure Chad knows how serious we are about making him a member of our life, As hosts and roommates we will have the first crack at his neg cherry. With that they rolled over a fuck bench to the pedistal and each man there was forming two lines as instructed behind the two signs on the floor i just now saw. One had poz and a biohazard sign on it and the other had aids and a skull and crossbones on it. They also put a few cameras on tripods around the fuck bench to get everything on film. My new boss carried me to the fuck bench and positioned me on it and handcuffed my wrists and ankels to the sides and everyone formed around me gropping eachother to keep eachother hard for what is to be a long night ahead. My new bosses were the closest near me since they were going to be the first to go at my ass and their death sticks were raging hard with their toxic precum dripping from their cocks. I licked my lips and was eager to start this night off right. My boss with the biggest cock was positioning himself to my ass and my boss with aids was starting to shove his aids cock in my mouth. Lucky for me I have no gag reflex so he was able to slide it all at once down my throat with no problem causing the group around me to burst into applause with my accomplishment while my other boss shoved his entire cock in one fell swoop causing me to moan in extreme pain and pleasure. I felt like my ass was split in two and was on fire. I bucked hard in pain and did all I could not to bite into the cock in my mouth. Thankfully someone shoved a bottle of poppers under my nose and the pain quickly turned to pleasure and they then both pile drived into me causing me more and more pleasure. I could start to feel both of them start to swell more and more and then with one final slam they both unloaded their toxic cum into my holes causing me to moan loudly and shoot one of my last neg loads. They both pulled out of me and as i could feel the cum dripping from my hole someone played over the loudspeaker ROUND 2 and the party was in full swing.

Chapter 2 It took about 2 days for me to get a response from the as and I was surfing the web for Poz stories to help me with the idea of being Poz for the rest of my life. I looked up many first hand accounts of many guys who converted and how they feel it has changed their lives for the better. Looking through I saw how allot of guys described how they felt when the fuck flu hit and how They kept having more sex that it just made them hotter for it. While reading my email pinged to tell I had a new message and it was from the house boy ad. I got immediately hard when I saw this and that I was to come down and see them for an in person interview. They asked me if today would be fine and I was so happy to say yes. They gave me the address and told me to wash out and be there in an hour with nothing on when I got to their house as well as to not jack off during the time either. I was super excited and turned on my cock was throbbing. I was in luck that I hadn't jacked off at all today and was happy so I could show off how much I can cum if it came to it. I jumped into the shower and scrubbed all over and made sure that my ass was as clean as it ever was. I slipped on some basketball shorts and a tank top since they would be coming off anyway and slipped on my flip-flops and got in my car and headed on over. When I got to the address I was in utter shock. To say this place was big would be an understatement. It was a huge mansion that wrapped around the whole property and there we a half dozen sports cars lined up along the front of the house. I drove up to the gate and pressed the call box and when I was asked my buessness here I said I was here for the house boy position. There was no response but the gate opened for me and I drove up to the front door and parked. I stripped naked there in the car to leave my clothes in the car and walked to the door and knocked twice. When the door opened I half expected to see a nude butler but instead to my surprise was a hulking God of a man standing naked in front of me with the biggest cock I have ever seen before. This man would ruin my ass with this monster of man flesh and I started to leak precum thinking about him wreaking my hole. He saw me looking and laughed to snap me out of my trance. There will be plenty of time for that later son let's go inside to start your interview. His voice was soft and kind with a nice base to it that left me weak at the knees but I followed him into his home. We walked through a hallway covered in art and expensive antiques I was in awe of everything around me. We got to the living room and I was greeted by all the other house members. Each man was extremely fit and all were naked with large cocks thatade me gulp with fear and excitement. They all introduced themselves to me and they instructed me to stand in the middle of the living room floor. They each walked up to me one at a time and started to touch me all over. They all put their fingers in my ass and swirled it around and then sucked on it as well as put it in my own mouth as well . They all tweaked my nipples making me moan since I am jelly when that happens. They all saved tasting my cock and balls for last and each of them seemed to be pleased with my body. Alright now that the first part of the interview is over let's get to the next part. Now as you read the three of us are hiv Poz and the other is full on aids are you ok with that? I nodded very quickly causing a round of smiles from the others. So you know you are going to be fucked by all of us bare until you convert as well and you're ok with this? I shook my head even quicker that time causing more smiles and this time chuckles. We went over what my duties were going to be again and I was told I got the job and that if I had anything at my house that they would get a mover over and get all of my things and I would start tonight. I was so excited to hear this I jumped into my new bosses arms and kissed him square on the lips. Realizing what I did I stepped back dipped my head and said I was sorry master. He walked over to me and put his finger under my chin and said it was fine we all love to make out and you're not a slave you are an living employee and you don't even need to call us sir either just by our names. I was happy to hear that and I asked what I needed to do first for them and the response was not expected. We felt if you got the position that the first thing we would do is celebrate the best way we knew so we got a good old fashioned pozzing sex party in your honor. We need to get rid of all that neg sperm and replace it with Poz so tonight is about you. I was scooped up and carried over to what looked like a ball room that was instead a dungeon room for tonight. There were about a hundred or so older and younger men already in various stages of sex. They all stopped when they saw us and when I was placed on the pedestal in the middle of the room they all started to applaud and I knew this would be my life now

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.

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

Fuck yes. I've been in heat for a while now. I think I'm in the worst heat I've ever been in. I even finger my hole when I get in bed at night, and it's the first thing I do when the alarm goes off in the morning.

Vadim Black.

Pretty Pucker. Very kissable lipz.

I have mine pierced. They were not sensitive before and aren't much after either. Def the most painful piercings I've had. They're fun to look at though.

I have become a bit of a size queen over the years. I never turn down any penis, but the big ones just fill nicer. That being said, if the top doesn’t know what he’s doing, it changes the dynamic!

A man who has zero inhibitions about taking a cock in his ass or putting his cock in an ass Men with lots of sexual energy Exhibitionist, I like group fucking and putting on a show Guys that don't get jealous when I ask a 3rd, 4th or 5th to join in with us Guys that quickly get to the main event, not hours of foreplay where fucking is a minor afterthought Guys with the stamina to keep going for hours Versatile men who love to flip fuck Guys who are willing to change positions frequently during the fuck, we should try them all and finish in the position that works best Guys who want to flip me over and shoot their load in my ass as soon as I pull out of their freshly bred hole, or vice versa

Had the day off Tuesday for dental work and as they finished at 11 I hopped on a train to Touch in Swindon for naked day which is ALWAYS busy. Can be pretty hit and miss, sometimes all anyone wants to do is suck when i wanna be fucked and used. Plus if some hot guys come in then it can turn into a bit of a conga of guys just following them. First person I bump into is a BBC fuck bud from Bristol who hasn't been free to hook up lately, young guy but same height as me and a good 9" and veiny cock. He gives me the nod and we go into a room and he locks the door (disappointing as I kinda like being watched in a sauna) and i am on his dick and worshipping it for a good five minutes. He then grabs me, gets me in position and rams into me all in one go (he knows how i like it) he's railing me in all different positions, stopping to kiss, fucking me all fours, on my back, bent over the bench, even just stood up he slips in. I beg him to breed me but the place has only been open an hour and he doesn't want to cum so we break apart and i go wandering. I try the glory holes, watch some guys getting down in the porn room and in one of the group rooms but het no hits myself. After another hour I am seriously thinking of heading home but i am in the dungeon area and this guy walks up and starts playing with my cock, I am about to tell him i'm bottom when he starts playing with my hole. I bend over (so my arse is available for all) and start sucking him off, not huge, about 6" but a nice cock. He pulls me up and we snog for a biyt, him still fingering my arse, then he spins me round and slips in my well lubed hole, we gather a crowd and i am loving every minute, sucking cocks while he goes to town, I hear a grunt and feel that warm sensation as he floods my guts with seed. I try to encourage other guys to carry on but, as the shows over they drift off. I bump into my fuck buddy again but he doesn't wanna cum yet, i even try to convince him to use me in the sling but its public. I headed for the train and, as i got home, he texts me to say he left having not cum and wished he had bred my hole

On my way home from my night gig, i drive by a rest stop. Few tractor trailers lined up. I hopped on sniffies/grindr... looking for a load to drive home with. Got HMU by a BBC, was told to climb into a specific rig and bend over. I did what i was told. Climbed in, bent over in bed in the back. He was hard, and slid right in, wasn't long before i got what i came for. Left with cum dripping down my legs. Drove home looking for other loads 🙂 Looking fo more as i type this

Luke’s First Speedball Fistfuck Luke tried very, very hard to keep the huge mouthful of piss in his mouth. It was rank, and so potent he could feel the chems start to burn through the thin membranes of his mouth, and his desire to be filled began to build. As his master inserted his huge cock, semihard, into Luke, Luke’s hole suckled around the dick, hungry for the fuck. The General laughed, “Hungry pink whore pussy.” The General waited until he felt Luke’s hole gobble and accommodate his cock—probably only 10 inches now—and then when he felt his was deep in the boy, he began to piss. And piss. And piss. When Luke was already showing signs he was starting to fly, moving and bucking and begging, the General pulled out and pissed a huge load into the boys first chamber. The General knew from decades of experience that he’d just given the boy the equivalent of a large, deep, chempiss enema. Enough liquid that the boy’s hole was being stretched as if he’d been giving an extra large, stretching enema. But this enema was warm, and filled with pent up hours of Tina recycled through the big man’s body. He also knew that Luke was fundamentally, at his core, dehydrated—when boys served the General, the only fluids they ever received were from his cock—piss and cum in one hole or the other—and Luke’s hole would desperately try to suck the water up and that within say twenty minutes the hole would be nearly dry. So the General needed to move quickly to make the liquid stretch the boys hole more—and also, he needed the boy to fail in his task of holding the piss in his mouth. The General needed to punish the boy again before stretching that ass to oblivion. And so the General, who never played fair anyway with his slaves, decided to show Luke just how unfair he could be. He walked over to his large duffle and pulled out a relatively innocuous looking toy. It was only about six inches in length, with a series of ribs going up to a small accordion ball, with a series of small rubber nibs. The size was deceptive—at full inflation, the entire toy including the ball at the end was 14 gut-swelling inches. But the part that the General loved the most was the ball at the end. When fully inflated it was a screaming-stretch for any pig, just a little smaller than a volleyball at 21 inches of circumference. He had never brought it to its full size in a man’s second hole, but he had a few times made it that large in an experienced sluts first hole—most recently an older fistpig in a Berlin dungeon. But the beauty of the toy was its outrageous size when fully inflated. And since the General mostly loved to stretch and use holes on younger men, the experience for them was that the General had the ability to stretch and push them indefinitely, that the General could stretch their hole forever. And so the General slipped the ball into Luke’s already full first chamber. The boys body had already absorbed some but not all of the moisture from the piss, as General could hear it slosh around. Then the General started to pump the toy. For quite a while Luke was very into the stretch, moaning and gurgling around his huge mouthful of the General’s piss. After the thing got to be the size of a golf ball, it lodged itself at Luke’s anus, and the General tugged it tight, partially plugging the boys hole. Soon enough Luke’s ass was high in the air, his back arched up trying to accommodate the stretch. Now that he really had the little whore’s attention the General slowed everything down, using languid pushes to pump air slowly into the rubber nibbed ball. When he got the ball to 7 inch’s in circumference, the thing pushing liquid deeper into Luke’s gut while stretching his little ass ring unforgivingly, Luke’s lost control, and piss bubbled out of his lips while he tried to swallow. The General just smiled, “I can’t wait to punish you for that,” and then he pumped two full hard pumps. Now Luke howled, “Fuck, master, please sir, it’s too much.” But the General wasn’t done. He kept slowly inflating the toy, as Luke struggled. Finally the General gave Luke a bottle of poppers. And while this allowed Luke to accommodate the tough stretch, it also meant the General could do even more boypussy stretching. The General stopped by about an inch and half short—at 8.5 inches around—of the huge 10-13 inch diameter Annihilator dildo Luke had begged Jason and Enrique to use. The General wanted to be sure to save some room for a later session—either later that night or another time. Once the General was satisfied that 8.5 was a good size for now, he began to push the big ball into Luke’s second ring. He had no intention of actually doing it without deflating the thing, but he was sure going to enjoy trying. At first Luke clearly felt a little panic—he’d taken larger fists and arms through that hole hours ago, not to mention the General’s monster cock—but the taut little ribbed rubber stretchy ball was a difficult shape. But then he decided—as much as his over-served brain could decide anything—to make the best of it and kept himself high on the poppers. Luke was at this point an extremely hot-looking, hot mess. His body definition was out of this world due to the abuse his body had been put through, and he was drenched in sweat. He was probably the highest he had been yet, his eyes coal black with need and desire. And his ass? His ass was on fire and belonged entirely to the General. The General kept a firm, strong push going on the ball, using the little ribs for purchase, slowly pushing forward with an insistent rhythm. Luke’s inner hole flexed and bowed, but it wouldn’t let the ball in. So then the General started to let tiny amounts of air out, making the ball ever so slowly smaller. Slowly the ball became a size where it could start to slip into the second hole, and so the General slowed down until the ball was just small enough that it popped in. At the penetration Luke jumped a little with a little scream, then he moaned with pleasure, “Oh sir, please, sir, need deep stretch.” The General just smiled his cold smile and gave the ball two pumps. “Make me proud and push that out.” So Luke’s pushed and pushed, sweat dripping from his hair, and then finally he succeeded and the thing came flying out with a shout. The played this game for a while. The General would push the toy in, give a pump or two, then wait patiently while Luke pushed and moaned it out. Then the toy went back in—with no loss of air—the General pushing firmly and insistently while Luke puffed on his poppers, shouting again as the ball went in. Finally, it got to the point where, even after 15 minutes of trying, the ball wouldn’t come out. So the General began to pump. As he pumped Luke started a kind of low, almost song like groan, as he started to get desperate the General paused, scooped a big bump of Tina up and put it into his upper palm and closed his hand into the first fisting shape, the bird. The big bird went flying into Luke’s hole straight through to the inner passage where he slowly pushed the ball a little deeper. Luke was totally rigid now as the big man plastered Tina on the back side of the ball and then dumped the rest into Luke’s hole. Luke gave a little cry at the burn, then as the General folded his hand and pulled out, Luke gave a small scream as his hole connected with the bigger pile on the back of the ball. The new, extra dose of Tina made Luke forget, again, his need for self-preservation and so the General pumped, slowly, some more. After a few pumps he reached around and felt the bulge of the rubber ball through in Luke’s fat-free abs. It was probably an inch smaller than it had been in Luke’s outer hole—a good place to leave it. But Luke’s hole didn’t want to leave it, and soon his colon was insulating, pushing the toy ever so slightly back and forth. So the General pumped again, going and going until finally it was too much, and Luke was rigid and panting. “Who owns that hole?” the General demanded. “You do, sir, it’s all yours sir,” Luke managed, voice ragged with pain. And so the General gave two more pumps until Luke began a low keening, and the General left it in place and went to gather a whip and some more supplies to punish and fist the boys hole. The General gathered his heavily-laced fisting lube, another pair of tit clamps, and a small box which contained the crushed remains of several opium suppositories. Holding this all in one giant hand, he grabbed his single-tail whip with the other. As he strode over he grinned—fuck this whore made him happy—because Luke had clearly gotten used to and started loving the stretch. He was still dripping sweat and moaning, but now with pleasure as he undulated his ass and torso around the big ball. Deciding the boy could use the hydration, the General gently lifted Like by his shoulder until his ass rested on his ankles. The big ball shifted down, putting pressure on his colon, and Luke panted. The General paused, fascinated to watch the bulge descend down Luke’s abs until it must have lodged again his second hole. The General lifted Luke’s now jet-black eyes to his own, “You thirsty, pigwhore?” Luke paused, as if thinking about something other than the fiery need in his ass was somehow novel, and said, “Yes, sir.” “Drink me, then, drink from the lord of your body,” the General commanded. And so Luke guzzled the foul chempiss to quench his thirst. After that, they played the push the ball out game for about one half hours with Like struggling fruitlessly to expel the big ball. And then the ball got small enough that it didn’t expel all the way, but instead got lodged right in the middle of Luke’s second ring. Seeing this has a sign from the universe, the General then proceeded to very determinedly stretch that second ring. It only took a few pumps for the toy to start to really stretch the boys deep ring. Luke huffed and puffed on his poppers and did pretty well at first. But as intended, he soon began to suffer. He had his chest pressed flat against the floor, his ass reared up, and he would grown and moan as he tried to take the pain. Luke begged, “Please, sir, give me a minute to get used to it, please sir.” So the General complied. Giving Luke exactly one minute and Luke would groan and then the Tina would kick in and he would indeed relax. Then the second the minute ended, the General would give two big quick pumps and start again. The General did this over and over until the toy was just about the size of the annihilator’s head—he’d slipped his hand inside the boys hole and felt the thing— and then he stopped. Luke was groaning continuously and shaking like a leaf, so great was the shock of the stretch. The General stroked his big cock and watched one of his favorite sights in the world, an already-destroyed twink being pushed to their limits, as Luke’s face cycled through feelings of pain, then shock as some part of him registered the giant ball, then lust as the Tina made him crave it more, then shame that he could continue to desire his own destruction. The General then prepared Luke’s first speedball as he combined a several big scoops of the crushed opium and a big pile of Tina. He then walked his box of opium over to his bag and dropped it in. He knew to only give a boy a dose once, because the opium stayed in his system longer, so it couldn’t be microdosed or given multiple times in a way that would work. He then divided the two doses up, and then mixed quite a bit more Tina with one pile. He scooped up the first, more balanced opium-Tina pile, slid it in his palm and closed his fist around it. “I am about to fuck you up, boy,” the General said, as he slid his balled fist into the boys second chamber. He opened his hand and began pressuring the combined drug mixture against the boys cunt walls. Delivery into the bloodstream through the thin flesh was quick, and burning, and Luke whimpered. Then he felt the strange high of the combination and his hole loosened and so the General stretched his inner hole steadily. By the time the boy was rigid again—the relaxant could only do so much—the toy was approaching the 13 inch’s around of the anihilators shaft. The boy was gone, riding imaginary clouds of bliss from the opium while the Tina kept a steady beat, demanding that his hole be used. The General kept him here for a couple of minutes then quickly deflated the toy and pulled it out. He got Luke up on his hands and knees, ass raised, and whispered, “Punishment time.” Luke nodded, gone to the world. The General stood to the side and lashed a perfect single strait welt across the middle of Luke’s ass. Luke cried out, “Fuuuuuck,” and his body levitated up and then down and he collapsed. The General reached down and grabbed Luke by the hair and put him in position on his hands and knees, back arched to present his ass and head up to increase the line of his back. “Now that I’ve got your attention, this is your position. You will get out of position because this single-tail hurts like a motherfucker but you will try to stay in position. If you collapse again or don’t immediately return to position, that’s an extra lash. I am pleased you’ve already earned one extra lash.” Luke kept his position but groaned. And so Luke got three more stripes on his ass, then two to form an ‘x’ on his back. Each time he shouted or keened, but then the drugs would kick in and he’d moan and get himself ready for more. When the General stood at each of Luke’s sides, and delivered a lash from the right and then another from the left that started in the middle of his back and then reached around and struck his abdomen, Luke screamed and cried, almost completely loosing it before regaining control. After delivering two final, full arm strength burning welts to Luke’s ass the General tossed aside his whip. He quickly dumped the rest of the snow ball—this one with twice the meth of the first dose—into a lube tube and filled it with fresh chempiss and fisting powder. The General pushed Luke’s head down, “Chest flat to ground, ass up and cheeks open, make your back a straight line.” Luke complied, holding his asscheeks wide. His hole was like a living thing, winking and flexing. “Hungry boywhore,” the General said, sliding the tube into the boy. He kept sliding and Luke was so high he didn’t even notice how deep it was. Once the hose was buried, the General quickly dumped the entire huge load of Tina and opium in the boys ass. The burn was the most intense Luke had felt, and he started yelling. The General slid the tube out, balled up his fist and gently slipped it inside the boy. Then in a show of raw animal strength he grabbed Luke by the throat and in one motion picked the boy up by the fist speared in his ass and by his throat. He held the boy up by his throat and spun him to face him. The boy was scrambling, trying to hold on and he grabbed the General’s huge shoulders. Overwhelmed by sensations, Luke’s eyes were wide, as he slid down until the big fist was at his second door. The General reached forward and wrapped his big hand around the boy’s much smaller throat and he squeezed, cutting of Luke’s air supply. Luke panicked and his arms went to his throat, his eyes begging the General, and as he did so the new dose of opium and Tina kicked fully in and his second hole opened and the big fist went into the hole in little fits and starts. When the fist was lodged fully into that second ring, stretching at the widest part across the huge knuckles, the General released his death grip, and grabbed Luke by the top of his hair and held him in place. Luke was swimming in sensations, lust and euphoria from what was essentially a Tina slam deep in his guts, relaxation and yet more euphoria from the opium, and all of these were overriding any pain message he body should have been sending. Luke was aware of the stretch, but his body only told him that he needed more. The General walked him the few steps over and gently put him into the sling, fist still lodged at its widest point in the second hole. The whole process of huge drug dose to massive penetration took mere seconds, but in those seconds the General altered the sexual wiring of little Luke. Luke looked at him with total adoration, fueled yes by the drugs, but also for the way the General represented the apex of the masochistic desires the men had been bringing out over several days. The General handed the boy poppers and began to fist. He worked slowly and methodically, leaving his big balled fist in the middle of the boys second hole, as he slowly and gently began twisting and turning the boys inner ring. He wanted to make sure Luke could stilll register pain so he slowly expanded the shape of his hand. Luke grunted, “Fucking big fist.” Good the General thought, the dosage was perfect. Enough to allow the General to do outrageous things to the boys hole but not sure much that he couldn’t see feedback from the boy and prevent permanent damage. The General was gentle, and first he worked the boys hole from the first ring to the second ring. After about half an hour, the boy was loose enough that he could begin punching fucking the boy gently. He slowly sped up as the hole loosened, churning the boys guts by twisting and turning as he went in and out, until after about another 1/2 hour he was delivering five short brutal closed fist punches followed by four slightly deeper ones knocking on the boys second ring. Luke was enthusiastic about it all, emitting a kind of sing song keening moan of pleasure. The General was careful to only occasionally allow his fist to tease the boys second hole. Soon, though, the fire the General had banked deep inside the boy began to blaze and Luke became dissatisfied with the relatively shallow fisting and began to beg, “Deeper, please master, fist me deeper,” desperation growing in his voice as the General ignored him. Finally, when Luke’s second hole began to push back and Luke kept trying to capture the big fist, the General smoothly pushed his balled fist inside the boys second ring. Luke sighed and groaned, despite his desires it was still a big stretch. The General then set up to systematically destroy the boy’s inner ring just as he had his first hole.

The Best Chemsex Fuck of Luke’s Life Much later, The General was lying on the floor, Luke’s back, perfectly arched, was framed between his huge thighs, his knees up. Luke’s tongue was buried in the General’s hole, giving the big man incredible pleasure with his excellent, eager tongue worship. The boys perfect little back and ass were marked with new bright handprints and visible belt lines from the various times over the last five hours the General had paused his fucking to belt, spank, or slap Luke, these marks in turn layered over purplish marks from previous beltings and spankings he’d endured over his several days of hard servitude in the dungeons of the brothel. The boy’s hole was loose and open, and occasionally a little cum or lube would dribble out. The General smiled, the little slut was an amazing fuck. And it was clear he had a streak for pain and subjugation and hunger for big black men to dominate him. The General tapped Luke on the head and, after giving the musky asshole a bit more tongue Luke’s face popped up. As the big man settled his knees down Luke did four long sniffs of poppers—try as he might, he still couldn’t quite deepthroat the General without being forced to scream from ball torture or with some poppers—then he began to service the big cock. After he’d tortured the boy, the General had picked him up and tossed him in the sling. He handed the boy a bottle of poppers and then he prepared a lube gun with a 1/2 gram, his own potent chempiss, and a bunch of fisting powder. The boy was already needy, begging for cock, but the General liked to keep his boys out of their minds with lust, so he slid the tube in deep and dropped the 1/2 gram. He tucked dozens of shards into the ladders of his cock and shoved in, spearing the boy’s hole with his thick burning dick. Luke shouted and shouted for about twenty seconds, then the drugs kicked in, his ass opened, and the colon welcomed the General in. The General grinned, “Fuck ya, whore,” then he began to fuck. He fucked the boy for nearly five hours straight, only pausing long enough for a spanking, a belting, or to load yet more shards in the metal on his insatiable cock. He fucked the boy in the sling, then rode his ass around the room, Luke crying out in ecstasy. He’d plowed Luke standing up, his body leaning against the wall, Luke on his side, his legs spread wide while the General pulled out and punched his cock deep in the boys squelching, steaming boycunt at various angles. From time to time he’d reach around and squeeze Luke’s sore balls—the General loved the way it made Luke’s asshole clench—and then he’d let go and pound away. When the General jackknifed Luke’s legs back tight against Luke’s small, lightly-muscled shoulders, pounding the boy with long strokes that gutted the boy’s ass so, so, deep, Luke would gaze at the General brutally-handsome face worshipfully. Luke would strokes the muscles on the Generals shoulders and stroke and squeeze the big man’s biceps, cooing with pleasure at the man’s dominant masculinity. The General would make out with the boy then, forcefully sticking his long tongue deep into Luke’s throat. Luke would wrap his arms around the man’s thick neck and beg him to please never, ever, stop fucking him. The General smiled contently to himself, enjoying the boy’s eager sucking, Luke’s tongue caressing the barbells along the underside of his big fat tool. He reached his giant right hand down and used it to encircle the back of Luke’s head, and he pushed forcefully down, forcing Luke’s mouth to the root of his cock. Luke spluttered and strained, but did not resist, content to feel his role as whore before the big cock he now craved deep in his soul. After a 20 minutes of using the sputtering, slobbery boy’s throat as a human flashlight, the General pulled out. “Is that boywhore pussy hungry?, the General sneered, “Does it need filling?” Luke, fucked up for hours of drugs, smiled, “Yes, sir, please sir, I need you inside me again.” “Rest your ass on your ankles, spread your hands wide, and turn you face up, whore mouth open,” the General ordered. It was a lot of instructions for a drugged up boy, and Luke struggled, getting everything right but his hands, which were balled up. “Open your palms, cunt,” the General said impatiently. When Luke stared blankly the General grunted and used his big hands to force Luke’s hands into position. He then slapped Luke’s face left and right, left and right, until Luke was seeing stars again. “Disobedience,” slap left, slap right, “Results ,” slap left, slap right, “In,” now two bone-jarring slaps left, then right, “Discipline.” And finally, grabbing Luke by his hair, he pulled the boy upright, Luke’s limb’s flailing, he punched the kid hard in the stomach, one, two, three, four, times. He then unceremoniously dropped the boy, Luke’s scrambling and shouting. “Get in the position I ordered immediately, whore,” the General said coldly. Luke complied, his eyes bright with tears, and now he looked at the big man with deep lust as well as renewed fear. The General grinned—such a turn on that fear was!—and ordered, “Open your mouth and take my superior African piss in your white whoremouth. Do not swallow until I say.” Luke immediately opened his mouth, The General stepped forward and placed the front of his feet directly onto Luke’s hands. He shifted his weight forward ever so slowly and Luke looked up with a pleading howl. The General smiled, “Don’t worry, little whore, I won’t break any bones today. But remember, I could and I would.” Luke nodded, gasping out “Yes, sir.” Then the General filled Luke’s mouth until his checks bulged like a chipmunk, the stench of the bright yellow chempiss filling the air. “Keep that in your mouth, boywhore, failure means painful punishment,” he warned darkly, “Now chest low to the ground and ass up. Your master’s going to gift your ass with potent chempiss and then I am going to stretch you like no one else can.”

Always up for swapping piss with other dirty men. Outdoors in jeans and boots

I was 12 when my cousin fucked me in Mexico. Once he saw that I liked it, his bestie joined. At 15 his step dad/ my uncle joined and so did his son from other marriage. I was always the only bottom. I’m glad I knew how to please a man by the time I was an adult. Cheated on my gf a lot

BBC is what turns me on the most. 🤤

PART 5 We walked into the sling room, and Grant closed the door. His uncut cock looked to be about 9.5” by 7”, dripping like a broken faucet and sporting a mean hole-wrecker of a P.A. “I’m Sloan,” I said, shaking Grant’s hand. “Nice to meet you, Sloan. And who’s the boy?” “He’s my lil’ bro, a slampig-in-training. One week past his 18th birthday, practically a virgin, and all partied up for the first time. He’s your fuckhole for the night, so call him whatever you want. His name’s not important.” Grant growled approval, then turned to Conrad. “Hey, son. Sounds like your big bro's been taking good care of you, huh?” “Yes, sir,” Conrad replied. “Yeah, boy? Tell me what your bro’s been doing for you.” “Well, sir—he’s making a man out of me,” said Conrad. “Before this, I’d only fucked around with other boys. Tonight is the first time I’ve surrendered my body, my hole—everything—to the control of a man who wants to mark me, own me, use me. And best of all, I can still feel his thick cumload dripping out of my hole.” “Is that so, boy?” Grant reached around to Conrad’s ass, pulling the boy closer to him. I heard his fingers dip into the warmth and wetness of that slopped-up boyhole. He gave another growl of appreciation. “Admit it, boy: you were looking for somebody to pin you down and fill your hungry little musclebutt with raw dick.” “That’s right, sir,” said Conrad. “My big bro knew what to do. He fed me white smoke from a little glass pipe. He just kept feeding me that smoke, and every time I exhaled a big breath full of clouds, I got hungrier. I didn’t think it was possible to feel that hungry, but that’s what I was—so fucking hungry for my big bro’s dick. I couldn't believe how amazing it felt when his bareback cock shoved into my fuckhole.” “Good boy,” said Grant, his hands slowly kneading the muscles of Conrad’s bubble butt. “And now that you’ve got a thick load of your big bro’s poz cum oozing of out your partied-up hole, are you still hungry?” “Even hungrier. Please give me more. Please poz me, Daddy.” Grant growled, pointing at the sling. “Climb up, boy.” As Conrad walked to the sling, Grant turned to me. “Nice work, son.” “Thanks, Dad.” I opened up my playkit, revealing a row of prepared points. “Would you like to do the honors? I think it’s time we got our boy slammed out of his fuckin’ mind.” “Fuck yeah -- but I've got an idea,” said Grant. “Whenever I slam, I shoot a big load of cum as soon as the tourniquet comes off my arm. Why let that load go to waste? I’ll push my dick up inside our boy’s hole, then slam myself at the same time you’re slamming him. That way, he’ll be riding his very first rush at the exact same moment my cock is shooting thick ropes of unmedicated poz cum deep inside his little fuckhole. Got it?” “Fuck, Dad—that’s fuckin’ perfect. And then what?” “And then I use my seed as lube. You know—fuck my slutty son for awhile, just working that toxic load up inside him, getting him good and pregnant. Watching his sweet little face as he takes my fat poz dick into his slammed-up hole. I usually shoot my second load after 10 or 15 minutes of massaging that first round of cum into a boy’s fuckin’ pussy. I like to leave their insides torn-up and painted thick with my fuckin’ virus by the time I pull out.” “Fuckin’ A, you evil fucker. Let's fuck this boy into the dark side.” With that, we turned toward Conrad. His feet were firmly in the stirrups, his muscular legs spread wide, his 18-year-old boyhole proudly exposed for breeding. Jason was already applying a tourniquet. I took a syringe out of my playkit and handed it to Grant, then grabbed another for Conrad. Jason cocked his head and pointed at the playkit. “How big are those hits, anyway?” “Oh—big enough,” I said with a smirk. Jason flashed an evil grin. “Fuck yeah, dude. You startin’ him with—what? A .35?” “More like a 0.4,” I said. “But before that happens, this particular needle needs to make a little detour.” I immediately found a vein in my forearm, inserted the tip, and pulled back the plunger. A scarlet swirl of my blood began filling the rig. Removing the needle from my arm, I aimed it at Conrad’s bulging veins. “You see this, boy?” I said to him, tapping the side of the needle, its contents now contaminated with red streaks of my toxic blood. “This is how we guarantee that you go home tomorrow with my virus growing inside you. Got it?” Conrad smiled and nodded, holding out his arm eagerly. “Fuck yeah—we’ll be blood brothers,” he said. “Make me your blood brother. Please.” “Of course, bro. I’m so fuckin’ proud to bring you into the brotherhood.” Needle in hand, I leaned over to admire his beautiful veins. I picked one almost at random; his time at the gym had given him a forearm full of perfect admin sites. “See bro—the tip of this needle has my poz DNA all over it,” I said. "Want it?" "Fuck yeah. Please. Stick that poz needle in me." I gave him a quick smile, then gently slid the contaminated point into his arm. “Are you ready to watch my virus invade your fuckin’ bloodstream?” He nodded as if in a trance. I drew back the plunger, and Conrad’s blood rushed into the syringe to mix with mine. I looked behind me to see that Grant, too, had a register, and that his Daddy dick was already firmly lodged in my lil' bro's hole. Turning back to Conrad, I loosened his tourniquet and flashed a wolfish little grin. “You ready, baby boy? You ready for this fat fuckin’ blood-slam?” “Yes. Do it, bro. Please.” “You’re gonna be so goddamn fucked up. I can’t wait, lil’ bro.” With that, Daddy and I looked at each other and nodded. Then we counted down: 3, 2, 1... Push. The contents of the syringe began disappearing into Conrad’s vein, slowly and steadily, while the crimson mixture of our poz and neg blood gradually merged with his bloodstream. I felt his body begin to tense as the first wave of the drug started to hit. And as I pulled the needle out of his vein, his eyes grew wide and his lungs made a scratching noise as he prepared to cough. Grant finished his slam just as Conrad’s coughing fit began. Each cough caused my lil' bro's ass to spasm around Grant's dick, and that took our Daddy over the edge: as he yelled "Fuckin' take my virus" over and over again, his fat cock pulsed repeatedly inside my lil’ bro’s stretched-out cunt, each pulse sending waves of poz cum deep inside my boy's newly slammed-up fuckhole. A moment later, Grant pulled his cock from Conrad’s hungry butt, giving both of us a glimpse of the thick spout of cum erupting from his fat mushroom head. “You wanna get pregnant, son? ‘Cuz I wanna knock your ass up.” “Fuck yeah, Daddy. I wanna give your fuckin’ poz sperm a place to grow.” Grant shoved back in. As his raw dick re-entered Conrad's hole, I watched my lil' bro undergo my favorite transformation: No longer struggling to catch his breath, no longer freaked out by the intensity of the slam, his eyes gradually lost their focus, overwhelmed by the pleasure radiating from his fuckhole. His mouth dropped open, and he let out a low, slow moan. As I watched, his body seemed to become an extension of his wrecked and dripping fuckhole—open and hungry and obsessed. “Feel that cum dripping out of your hole?” Grant said to him as he continued to nail Conrad's butt. “I’m filling you up with the fuckin’ sperm that made you, boy.” By that point, Conrad’s hole was leaking a steady stream of cum mixed with streaks of blood from Grant’s assault on his torn-up cunt. “Dad’s drawing blood,” I said, pointing to the evidence of internal damage. Grant let out a cocky little laugh. “Looks like you’re starting to bleed from your wrecked little cunt, boy. Want me to stop?” My lil’ bro shook his head fiercely, his eyes insane with desire. “Please don’t stop tearing me up, Daddy,” he said. “More poz cum, please.” “Good boy,” replied Grant. “Good fuckin’ slampig. You make your Daddy so fuckin’ proud. And you know what’s gonna happen a little later?” “What’s that, Daddy?” “We’re gonna slam you up again, and your hole’s gonna stretch like you wouldn’t believe. That’s right, boy—it’s gonna stretch until it’s a gaping, bloody punch-hole dripping cum and piss and Crisco. You want that?” “I want everything you want to give me, Daddy.” “Good boy. The next slam will reduce you to nothing but a hole. You won’t even know your fuckin’ name, boy. But that’s OK. When your sweet boyhole is stretched around my fuckin’ forearm, nobody will be calling you Conrad. They’ll give you a new name. My favorite name.” “What’s that, Daddy? What’s your favorite name?” “Slampig,” Grant replied, driving his dick deep. “And you know what, Slampig? I’m here to make sure that my son will never shoot a neg load again.” MORE SOON…