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Simon's hand slid over my bottom and his finger probed my hole as I fucked David. It was smeared with lube and slid into me easily, making me gasp as he finger fucked me as I thrust. It felt amazing to have a finger in me at the same time as I fucked. Suddenly. the finger withdrew. I felt Simon's body against my back and his cock starting to push into me. I paused and let him in, and then we both began to thrust, him into me and me into David. The sensation was wonderful and it wasn't long before it tipped me over the edge. "Cumming!" I gasped and shot a heavy load into David's upraised bottom, ecstatically fierce as Simon's cock probed my prostate. My arse muscles tightened in orgasm and Simon growled "Oh yeah...uuuh...cumming!" and shot his second poz load into my throbbing rectum. We hung there in release for a second, me sandwiched helplessly with my cock in David and impaled on Simon's cock, two arse holes filled with cum. Then Simon slid out of me, slapped my bottom and laughed and we broke apart. I slid out of David's bottom and he stood up and stretched. "Thanks, mate" He said, then he and Simon went off and left me panting and eager for more..

Chapter 2 "Ummm, what did you say?" "You heard me, chaser boy." He had a wicked grin on his face as he grabbed my crotch and gave it a hard squeeze. I was rock hard. "How, how, umm how do you know about that?" I stuttered. "You forget we live in the same city. I've seen your profile on all those nasty sites. I've messaged you a couple times and you even set up a meet but then you must have gotten cold feet because your profile suddenly disappeared or," he paused and started to frown, "did you block me, boy? That was very rude to leave me with blue balls." I gulpped. He was still right in front of me. His hand now on my right ass. "Ummm, but you were married. Why, why would you be on those sites," I stammered. He started chuckling . "Oh boy, your Aunt Lisa and I had an arrangement. She could fuck all the women she wanted and I could breed all the guys I wanted and everyone would stop nagging us about settling down." "But...but your straight." "Oh Chad, I assure you there is nothing straight about me." He nipped at my ear and squeezed my ass hard. I let out a small moan. "Yeah you like that don't you boy?" "Oh fuck!" "Shhhh, you don't want our parents to hear you now, do you? I knew you'd be a noisy one and we haven't even started the main event yet. I can tell I'm going to have to gag you." I was so fucked. "What... I mean, what was your screen name?" "Toxicpole," he whispered in my ear. His hand was now down the back of my shorts getting very close to my quivering hole. Fuck this was bad. I remembered that profile. Hot guy, hairy chest with a big cock and those tattoos. He didn't have a face pic, not that I would have recognized him anyway. We'd chatted for a couple of weeks. Him slowly wearing me down trying to letting him knock me up. I'd even agreed to meet up but then of course I shot my load, came to my senses and quickly blocked him. I know I'm dick. Getting pozzed was just a fantasy...right? "Imagine my surprise when I saw my little stepbrother on those nasty hookup sites looking for poz cum. I always figured you'd be a safe only bottom pussy, but actively looking for toxic tops to breed your sweet ass, that was a pleasant surprise. Made me very hard imagining my toxic dick breeding your fertile boy pussy. Then you had to go and ghost me." "No, no I don't want to be poz. It's just a fantasy. I know I shouldn't have lead you on. I'm really sorry." His finger was now circling my pucker and I was moaning even louder. "Those may be the words coming out of your mouth but your cock seems to disagree." I looked down and he was right. My little cock was rock hard. Not only was I hard but a nice size wet spot was already starting to form on my shorts. "Don't worry, we have all weekend for you to get better acquainted with my thick, toxic pole." Just then there was a knock on the door followed by mom sticking her head in the room. "You boys going to be okay in here?" Max had detached himself from my back and was sitting on the bed as if he hadn't just been just teasing my hole with his fingers. "We're great, just getting to know each other," Max said with a big grin on his face. "Oh good. I'm sorry about the bed. Are you sure you boys will be okay sharing?" "We'll be fine, right Chad?" He winked at me. The smug bastard actually winked. He was enjoying my discomfort way too much! "It's fine mom. Really it's okay." She looked relieved. "Oh good. Dinner will be ready in about 30 minutes." She smiled and closed the door. "Mmmm, 30 minutes, more than enough time to test out that pretty mouth of yours. He spread his legs wide and grabbed his crotch. I could see the head of his cock peeking out the leg of his shorts. Next thing I knew I had dropped down between his legs and was licking my lips. "Yeah I knew you wanted this, you're practically salivating like a pig in heat." "No, no I can't do this, it's wrong." I said while unbuttoning his shorts to free his cock. He started laughing. "You have no willpower boy. You know you need this and I promise this will just be the beginning. I'm going to make sure your fantasy becomes a reality. Now suck," he said placing his hand on the back of my head, guiding me to his leaking poz dick. I knew this was wrong. Every fiber of my being was telling me to run but I couldn't move. What the fuck was wrong with me! The minute my tongue touched the head of his cock and I tasted his precum I was as good as gone. I opened my mouth and started to work his dick like my life depended on it. I guess I should mention at this point that I love sucking cock. Can't get enough. I love getting the reward of a mouth full of delicious cum. "Fuck you look good between my legs." Mmmm, he moaned, "yeah you're a good little cock sucker aren't you." His moans made me suck even harder. I managed to get over half his dick down my throat when he pushed me off. I let out a whimper. I looked up and him, begging with my eyes. "Please Max, let me swallow your load. Please." "You have a very talented mouth, boy, but this first load isn't going anywhere but up that neg hole of yours. I haven't cum in seven days and I'm sure as hell not going to waste it down your throat." I whimpered, "please sir, I'm so horny. I need to taste your cum." "Damn boy! You need to learn who's in charge here. Now pull yourself together. I just heard your mom call us into dinner." He was right I had totally lost control of myself. He pulled me up and gave me a deep kiss. "Patience boy, I'll be taking your poz cherry soon enough." That's exactly what I was afraid of.

It’s 6pm, I have no plans, and I’m off for the next 3 days. In a good slut fashion, I message a dom top daddy that I’ve known for a while. He’s around mid 40s, and is as kinky as one could imagine. There’s something so hot about the way he blows clouds….whether it's the way he holds the pipe, letting me know that he’s a professional at blowing clouds or how quickly he turns into a beast as soon as the T enters his system. This is the same daddy that is mentioned in my first story “After 4 years I finally decided to be a TINA PIG AGAIN”. It’s 8pm and I arrive at his place. When I enter I take off my clothes and head to the room where he’s waiting for me with his big cloudy dick ready to be serviced. I’m wearing a black jock-strap which makes my ass look plump — with me I have a backpack that has all my essentials. It includes poppers, lube, pantyhose, fishnets, dildos, and much more. I begin to suck his big cock while he hits the pipe, I savor his cock slowly, inch by inch. I’m not just sucking his cock, I’m making love to it and he’s loving every second of it. I hop in the shower and prep myself. If I’m being honest, I wasn’t sure if I wanted to party, the thought of it was so hot, but for a brief second I was unsure. I come out of the shower and he’s sitting upwards with his cock rock hard and hitting the pipe. “Now it’s my turn to get spun” I say jokingly, but at this point, I’m unsure if I’m joking or not. He pulls out a tiny bag that is filled with shards of T and at this point, I know what’s going to happen. He hands me two small shards of T and I bend over and slide them deep inside my ass. The burning feeling is almost instantaneous, followed by the throbbing sensation of my hole. I’m on all fours with my chest low to the bed allowing gravity to work its magic and push the shards deeper in me. Within 20 min, my hands become sweaty and my feet and body begin to tingle. It’s hard to explain to those who’ve never had a booty bump or partied, what a strong and powerful feeling takes over your body. I could feel my hole loosening up and getting wet on its own. I can feel every inch of my body become aroused and stimulated. My mind begins to wander into lustfulness and I start to think about the kinkiest fantasies that have been buried in the back of my mind, waiting for this exact moment to reveal themselves. I hit the poppers and let the intense head-high take over and I focus on worshipping that big dick that lies in front of me. I’m instructed to just use my mouth and tongue and take my time caressing that cock with my mouth. I begin to tell him how amazing his cock is, how honored it feels to be pleasing him. The drug is working its magic and the craving of cock in my ass grows stronger. For a brief moment, I wonder how high I’d have to get fisted, but It’s not at the top of my list right now. I grab the luge and apply a generous amount on the tip of my fingers and slide them deep inside my hole. I glide my dildo in me, taking deep breaths to help me open up more and tada, it’s deep in me and fuck it feels amazing. There’s so many different feelings that I’m experiencing all at once: the obvious high of meth, the poppers making my body hot, and the dildo pressing against my G spot. As the night progresses, I feel more and more euphoric and I continue to make love to his dick. I will say, Tina makes me very jittery and makes me move around a lot. I’ll let you imagine what else happened as the night carried on, but fast forward it’s 2am and I have switched over from cocksucker to a masseur. He gets on his stomach and places a big pillow underneath him, allowing his ass to lift air. Fuck, he has such a nice fat ass and I burry my face in there and make love to his hole, it tastes delicious. We sniff poppers at the same time and both feel the amazing rush take over, I can see his body relaxing and sinking into the bed. After a while of eating his ass and sucking his cock from the back, he lays down flat and I begin to massage his body. First his feet, followed by his thighs, and then his upper body. Occasionally, I suck his cock while rubbing his body and I think that shows him that even though I have a slutty side, I am also tender and gentle. Despite him not breeding my throbbing hole, It felt good knowing that I was pleasuring his body by making love to every inch of him. It’s now 3:25 am and we are both still very high, but it’s time for me to go. He asks where I’m going next and I tell him I’m going to the bathhouse to see how many raw loads I can take. Before walking out the door, he hands me a small piece of toilet paper and inside are several shards of T, he tells me to be a good slut and get on all fours the entire night. I get to the bathhouse at 4:00am and it doesn’t look too busy. There’s a few cars parked outside so I know that there’s definitely some horny guys inside. Interesting enough, I’ve always enjoyed going to the bathhouse late at night. I feel that even though it’s not as crowded, there’s always some kinky guys waiting around the corner. I sit in my car for a minute and start thinking if I should be regretting all of this. I gotta stop doing this shit, I’m my own enemy My own downfall But I am also whore at heart, especially when I’m spun. After Tina enters my hole and nestles itself in there I enter into a cationic state of sheer excitement. Every part of my body tingles beyond control — like earth's tectonic plates do when they meet face to face. My hole is burning, but not in the way that hurts, at least not yet. More like a lustful, stimulated way. I begin the pendulum of choice Good vs. Bad - Right vs. Wrong. I once again ask myself if this is really what I want, if I want to surrender myself to meth and let guys see how nasty I can be. I can see a guy staring at me as he sits in his car next to me and I’m trying not to act weird, but when you just had shards of T up your ass…it's kinda hard. I look away, but I can still feel him staring at me. I hear the car door slam and through the corner of my eye, I see him walk up to my window. I’m so fucking high and it’s so obvious (maybe not) I look around to see if no one else is watching or if there’s no security and without hesitation, I open my door and bend over. “Fuck yea you dirty slut I can tell you’re spun asf, I saw your ad on sniffies” he says. I remember that before leaving my friend's house, I posted an ad on sniffies saying I was spun and would be at the bathhouse taking raw loads. He pounds my loose hole for about 10 min in the parking lot, slapping my ass and calling me a good high slut. The thrill of getting caught is so hot, I could care less; however, he says we should go inside. We go inside and I pay for a room so that way if someone wants privacy we can use my room. I go into my room and place my belongings inside the locker and then head to the showers. As I’m rinsing off, I see several guys pass by and look at me…maybe they know I’m high and know I’ll offer my hole to anyone. After the shower, I dry off and put on my jockstrap and head to my room to grab my poppers and lube. I’m so horny oh my god, I can’t control the thoughts of getting my hole destroyed. I grab my stuff and walk to the back of the bathhouse which is a big open area for communal play. I lube my hole up and sniff some poppers and I get on all fours. Within minutes, I can feel a big dick entering my hole “fuck yea, breee me please” I beg and he pounds away. I see another guy standing behind him awaiting his turn to pound my sleazy hole, then another guy and another. There’s maybe about 10 dudes around me watching in awe as I take dick after dick, waiting patiently to churn my sloppy hole. I don’t care who’s fucking me, I don’t even bother looking back, I just know that I want my hole wrecked by every guy in here. It’s now around 7am and I’ve been getting fucked non-stop, cock after cock have entered my hole. Some guys have pounded me slow and steady, while others have used me like a rag. I have gotten fucked inside my room, in the theater room, the sauna, the glory-hole, I’ve offered my cummy methed up hole to anyone. I rinse off again and join a group of guys in the hot tub, i'm almost positive that they’ve each fucked me and know I’m a spun slut. It’s so awkward because I can literally feel them staring at me and I try not to make eye contact. However, the urge for cock grows more and more. I get out of the hot tub and dry myself — putting on my jockstrap slowly so they can see my ass. I walk away and take a glance at them and walk into another dark room that’s adjacent to the hot tub. There’s an older man in there with a 8 inch cock, I know he parties because he looks spun like I do. I hit the poppers real deep and get on all fours and begin to worship his cock. I hear the water splashing and footsteps approaching, and I know my hole is about to be wrecked once again. There’s nothing on my mind but worshipping the big cock that’s in front of me and making sure my back is arched as much as possible, providing easy access for any raw dick. It's now around 3pm, I’ve been here for almost 11 hours and I’m still not ready to go. I have accepted that I’m a Tina loving whore and that my purpose is to get spun and offer my hole to anyone. I head to the showers to rinse off again, then to my room where I grab the shards of T and put another 2 pieces deep in my hole. I’ll let you imagine what happened after that. I hope you enjoyed reading this story about another real and epic experience of me transforming into a slutty party whore.

The biggest cock I ever took was 11 inches. A skinny-as-fuck Eastern European guy with basically a third leg. We were in a public area of Sweatbox in London, kissing and putting on a bit of a show, when he said he wanted to fuck me. "But" he said "it's big, no one can ever really take the whole of me" - or words to that effect. And I thought... Challenge Accepted! Especially in front of that audience. I'll be honest: it was hard work. We did it doggy style so I had a bit of control how deep he went. It took quite a few minutes to work my hole right down to the hilt - he was quite patient with me because he knew I would try my hardest to accomodate him fully - and when it did go right down until I could feel my ass against his abs, it opened me right up and felt FUCKING GOOD. Until he started fucking me. Now I had a few loads inside me to help lube the situation up, and he was fucking me bareback, so I knew if I could hold on, I'd get his load so deep inside me I'd be spitting it out. But fuck me, once he got into a rhythm it just fucking hurt. I bit down, determined. Held onto my cock and balls because even they were hurting as he started to work it. Good thing was, all the appreciative noises he was making, like "wow, can't believe you've taken it all", "fuck yeah feels so good" and so on. That's all I was really in for now, to make him feel good and to make him cum. At one point he asked if I was hurting him, and I just grunted "That's my problem. Not yours. Don;t fucking stop." Because if he had stopped, I would have pulled him out of me and got out of there. Luckily for me, he didn't take that long to cum. Maybe he really never had had many guys take his cock fully like this but whatever, the last 30 seconds of crescendo pounding were agonising. He shot his load so deep into me, and with such an animal howl, that a wave of relief hit me - my animal howls too. Well, the truth is that I pretty much did it to say that I had done it... and yeah to be able to sit here and type this right now. I've taken 10.5 inches since then, with much the same result, but well... was it worth it? For taking yet another stranger's load deeper into my ass than ever before? Yes For the story and bragging rights? Fuck yes For the sense that I bit down and got used hard? Fuck fuck yes But the actual fuck itself, I gotta be honest: it was an endurance ride pretty much from start to finish, very little pleasure for me, and it pretty much wiped me out for the rest of the night. Once we were done, I found a private cabin, crashed and slept for an hour. Fairly sure I might have got a minor anal fissure from it too. But am I happy I did it? Fuck yeah! Do I still jack off about it six years later? Fuck fuck yeah Would I do it again if I got the chance, even though I know it'd be fucking agony? FUCK FUCK FUCK YEAH!

Chapter 1 I hadn’t been home in years, ever since my mom remarried. It’s not that I didn’t like her new husband, he treated her great. It’s just that we never really clicked. I was already older when they got married so I really didn’t have a relationship with them. Mom had been trying for years to get me to come home and I’d managed to avoid it until this year. It was my grandpa's 80th birthday and mom wouldn't take no for an answer. Unfortunately, the train ride went much faster than I would’ve liked and before I knew it we were pulling into the station. I could see mom on the platform, excitedly waving trying to grab my attention. I inwardly groaned, grabbed my bag and got off the train. It was really hard not to get caught up in her excitement. Maybe a part of me was glad I’d come home. On the drive back to the house I could tell she was anxious about something. “Mom, what’s going on? You seem really nervous.“ “Umm, well you see there’s been a little bit of a change since we last spoke.“ Now I was starting to get nervous. “Your aunt and uncle and cousin decided to come out at the last minute, so this means we have a little bit of a tight squeeze at the house.“ “Mom, not a problem I’ll get a hotel room.“ “Like hell you will. You will absolutely be staying at the house,“ then she rapidly said “ you’re just gonna have to share a room with Max. “Yeah no Mom, I love you, but that’s not gonna happen.“ “Chad, don’t start with me. This is going to be a great weekend and I don’t want any of your shit. You are sharing a room with Max and will be a good sport. End of discussion. Besides, it will be good for both of you to finally get to know each other. He told me he’s tried to reach out to you a couple times but can never seem to get a hold of you.“ Fuck this is gonna be a miserable week. Okay let me back up a second. Max is my stepbrother. I've spent about a total of 5 hours around him since the first time when our parents got married and that was it. I really don't know much about him except for what my mom occasionally shares. I do know he's 10 years older than me, divorced and actually lives in the same city as me but we never hang out. He has tried to get to know me, but I'm like what's the point. To be honest with you I'm not even sure if I'd recognize him if we passed each other on the street. "Sorry mom, why is Max even here? It's not even his grandpa." Mom turned and gave me a disgusted look. "Chad, I raised you better than this. He's family and...well, he's been struggling a bit since his divorce, so he's been staying with us for the past week." Okay I'm an ass, I admit it. "Sorry mom, I didn't know. I'll behave." We arrived at the house and I grabbed my bag, took a deep breath and followed mom into the house. My stepdad was in the kitchen and gave me a big hug. As we were making small talk, I noticed someone standing in the kitchen doorway. I think my eyes just about bugged out of my head. Standing there was Max and damn did he look good! Okay the last few years had been really good to him. Last time I saw him he was really skinny and kind of nerdy looking. Not that there’s anything wrong with that. I just wasn’t expecting such a change. If I had to guess, I’d say he was over 6’ to my 5’5” and had about 50 pounds of muscle on me. He had his red hair cut really short and his beard tightly trimmed. He was wearing a white T-shirt that had to be at least one size too small. I swear I could see one of his nipples was pierced, and it looked like there were tattoos on his upper arms I made the mistake of looking down and saw his shorts, which also appeared to be a size too small but damn, they looked good on him. “Chad, honey are you OK?“ Mom asked “I’m, I’m, I’m sorry, what mom?“ “I asked if you’re OK honey Robert asked you a question.“ “Oh I’m sorry, I must be more tired than I thought.“ “Oh it’s nothing, I was just asking if you remembered Max.“ Max had a big grin on his face, like he knew I’d been checking him out. He took that as his queue and came over and gave me a big hug. Fuck he smelled good. Shit, I can feel myself starting to chub up so I try to end the hug, but before I could get him to let go, he squeezed my ass. He grinned and winked at me and grabbed my bag from me. “Looks like we’re gonna be roomies for a few days. Can’t wait to get to know you better“ he said as he starts walking off towards the bedroom. I give my mom a stepdad a smile and follow after him. Once I enter the room, I’m in for another shock. There’s only one bed. “Your mom was worried about us sharing a bed, but I assured her we’re both grown men and we’d be more than fine. In fact, I think this is going to be a very positive experience for you." He leaned down and whispered in my ear, “isn’t that right chaser boy.“ Oh, fuck, I was screwed!

Well, my first KNOWINGLY poz loads, anyway. I'd been taking raw dick and load for about a year, but mostly from regulars or married guys I found online. But one night, I'm insanely horny and trolling for dick online. This was a few years back and I was trying to find a top on gay.com. It was late (like 1 am) and we both figure out pretty soon that we are game for a hookup. His pics are hot (he's in his 40's and has at least 8.5" of dick). It was his dick that made up my mind. I'd never had one that big and I wanted to try it! We get to the point of exchanging phone numbers when he springs it on me. "By the way, I'm poz. Is that ok?" I hesitated a long time before answering. "I'm not... But I am really horny." He asks for my number so we can talk on the phone a bit. I give it to him. His voice is all sexy and he starts talking about fucking me and making my ass feel good. I ask him if he would use a condom, but he tells me they make him limp. Then he tells me that we could fuck but he won't cum in me. He will pull out if I want-- no problem. He then says he can also stay hard after cumming and go multiple times. I gave him my address. He arrived 20 minutes later, and we were soon naked. I started sucking his cock and man was it a whopper! I truly hadn't had one this big ever. He ate my ass and sucked my cock and then pushed me onto my back. "You ready to get fucked?" he asked? I was so nervous and had butterflies in my stomach. "Yes-- but you'll go easy and pull out, right? You'll warn me before you cum??" He promised he would, then he lubed up my ass and his cock, and worked his head into my hole. He tossed a fresh bottle of poppers on my chest and told me to take a hit. I did, and the relaxing warmth rushed over me. Then he pushed all the way in, slowly. I'd taken lots of raw dick before, but never one this size. And poz. But damn if it didn't feel good! He set up a slow rhythm and got me all open and accepting of his cock. I did more poppers and was in bottom heaven. He started to pick up speed and he told me to do another good popper hit. I did as instructed and then be really started fucking me. "I'm getting real close-- where do you want me to cum?" He said as he was fucking away. I was in a wave of popper heaven and loving feeling his cock hit me so deep-- I didn't answer. "I'm getting ready to blow, man--- where you want it!" I just closed my eyes and reached up to work his nipples. "Oh Fuuuuuuuuuck!" he shouts and I can feel his raw jizz spurting inside my ass. And being the cumwhore that I was, I was in heaven. But he wasn't done. He kept fucking and I came down off my popper high and realized what had just happened. "Dude, you didn't pull out," I said. "Man, I asked but you didn't tell me to. Besides-- we BOTH know what you wanted." He fucked two more loads into me before I came and couldn't take any more pounding from that big cock. And after that fuck, he became one of my regular fuckbuddies.

Way back in 2012, I was a tourist in the UK porn industry for a summer. Did a few films, a few photoshoots, got myself exposed a bit, and then after three months stopped. One of the films I did, for Triga, was a full-on piss party group sex thing. Was pissed on by multiple guys for the afternoon, got myself fucked, sucked cock and drank piss down etc. It was incredible. Tried to find a few screencaps of the vid I made at the time, but only one pic with two guys pissing on me at the same time - first pic, of me being fucked - found a few others of me getting pissed on, or in the mouth, but just by one guy. Shame - I thought I had some of me taking piss by two or three guys at once there. Anyway, enjoy, and feel free to download and re-upload elsewhere if you like 'em. It's fun to share! 😄

Take a look at my recent post about open mouth gags. I love puting an open mouth gag on my cocksucker. To me he looks real hot helpless with his mouth held wide open. And yeah, I also like to put him on the bed in his back with his head hanging over the edge. Then I can force my cock deep down his throat in one strong thrust and then fuck his throat as hard as I want, pounding my sweaty balls over his nose. I love to hear him choking and gagging on my cock and to see him drooling and tears pouring from his eyes. I feel fucking awesome when I cum deep down his throat and make him choke on my sperm as I force him to swallow it. Sometimes I follow up by pissing down his throat as well. That’s the kind of abuse cocksuckers crave.

I don’t really think about it any more. I always go raw and assume the other person is poz or on prep if they ask no questions. However I do get off on poz on poz sex.

I highly recommend it, if you love cum it's a great time. Pre-Covid this guy hosted lunchtime events during the work week. Usually 10-15 guys, it was amazing. Hoping he gets his guest list to continue to grow. As much as I LOVE swallowing loads, having multiple guys splatter my face is a very close 2nd. Love leaving my face glazed after the fact. The smell and feel of the jizz on my face really satisfies my inner slut.

WE are also glad that we can provide a filthy, sloppy pig hole for you to fuck 🍆 & play in.

Only reason to push it out is if you're gonna eat it or save it up as lube for another time

I only pushout if I’m with a good pig buddy who will suck it out, otherwise, it’s mine!

The load, definitely. I've said my favorite game to play with a top man is "How many loads can my ass squeeze out of him..." It's a win-win proposition.

I'm with you about drinking piss from an ass. I've never drunk my own piss from an ass but I have had mouthfulls of piss from my ass spat into my mouth and have drunk other men's piss from another bottom's ass.

I posted this a couple of years ago but think it's worth repeating. These are great real breedings, not the ones where they jack off outside then push in. A true Breeder never pulls out, always plants his seed deep inside! [think before following links] https://xhamster.com/videos/breed-u-deep-13790168

So, had this story sitting on a back burner for a while and since the dreaded writer's black has hit on my other story (Self Destruction). Decided to throw this one out here and see how people like it. I'll warn everyone now, it's a bit of a slow burner in this first chapter, but I promise it will get much steamier in the next chapter. Hope everyone enjoys. ---------- Lesson 1: The Art of Negotiation It all started when I came home from school over the summer break. Not wanting to get a job in some god awful burger joint or interning for pennies at an office, I decided that I would mow lawns for neighbors just like I had in high school. The money was decent, I got to enjoy the sun, and I usually got to set my own hours. Most of our neighbors were on the older side, and I was sad to see that the Mercers at the end of the block had recently moved away, both of them getting too old for the larger house. My parents had told me that they thought someone recently bought their house, and taking up the hint, I proceeded that morning down the street, hoping the wife was home and they didn’t have any kids. I’ve always known that a few of the women, especially the older ones, enjoyed me mowing their yards, and not one to disappoint I would regularly show off my body and good looks. 19 years old, 6ft tall, slender yet muscular, with wavy brown hair, blue eyes, and classically good looks, I knew how to use my physical attributes to my advantage. Not that the typical housewife really interested me. Being bi, I’d had my pick of the guys and girls at college and even a few in high school, and preferred not to crap where I ate so to speak. Already, the sun was blazing in the sky, making the air unpleasantly muggy. I mentally kicked myself for getting up so late, as the sun was already extremely high in the sky. Walking down the street, I made my way towards the old Mercers place, hopeful as I saw they had a rather nice looking SUV in the driveway. They definitely have some disposable income, I thought to my self, noting that the SUV was a rather new Range Rover in the driveway, a little out of place in the more middle class vibe of the neighborhood. Not that I would expect someone to put one on such and expensive vehicle, but no little stick figure family on the rare window, and no bumper stickers proclaiming to the world that their spawn was an honor student. Putting on my usual customer service smile, I walked up to the door and rang the doorbell. I waited, looking around and adjusted my self, trying to at least appear somewhat presentable. A quick movement at the window confirmed that someone was at least home. I was shocked however when instead of the usual bored housewife with too much botox and filler, I was greeted by what could only be described as a bear of a man, wearing a tank top and loose shorts, covered in tattoos. “Can I help you?” the man asked, sounding just slightly annoyed. Shit… I thought to myself, This is going to be a lot harder sale… Usually, the husbands were likely to shoot me down instantly, tight fisted on money and the usual male bravado of wanting to do it themselves to prove how manly they were. Quickly, I increased my smile a little more, bracing myself for the harder sale. “Sorry to bother you sir, I’m Riley, and I live down the street over there. My parents have the beige ranch style near the corner,” I begin, turning around and pointing out the house 5 doors down. “Uh huh…” the man said, boredom already in his voice. “So, I’m home for the summer and I know you must be new the street. I usually offer to mow the yards here to make some money while I’m off school, especially with some of the people here being a bit on the older side…” “And I fit into that same category? Do you make it a habit of trying to scam the elderly?” he said, his deep voice already sounding annoyed. What the fuck? Where did that come from? I thought to myself, unsure how to answer for a few seconds. “No, sorry, I just figured I ask if you’d like me to mow yours as well. I didn’t mean…” I replied hurriedly, trying to assure the man. The man stared at me for a second with a flat expression before bursting into laughter. Confused, I stared blankly at him, feeling slightly embarrassed. “I’m just fucking with you, kid,” he said, clapping his meaty hand on my shoulder, “You should see the look on your face!” Still a bit perplexed, I gave a small smile. “I’m Gregory, friend’s call me Greg. I’ve already met your folks and they told me to expect you,” he said, smiling and chuckling to himself, “Come on in and we can talk numbers over something cold.” I quickly forced myself to regain my composure before following Greg into the house, quietly thankful to feel the crisp cold air of the AC on my already sweat slicked body. Standing to the side, I waited as he shut the door, shutting out the heat and bright sunlight into the much cooler and somewhat darker insides of the house. Looking around, I was a bit surprised at how much newer everything looked, compared to the rather dated 80s motif the Mercers had when I was here last year. Tastefully decorated in midcentury modern design, it fit the house much better than the tacky old gold, pastels, and insane amount of mirrors Mrs. Mercer loved, looking like it had come straight out of a Golden Girls episode. I already knew where the kitchen was, but still waited politely as Greg led the way to kitchen. I was shocked too at how fully different the kitchen was as well, looking almost like something out of a magazine. Definitely a metric fuck-ton of disposable income… I thought, looking over at the massive double fridge, and the massive, gleaming steel oven. I remembered vaguely that just the stove was something like 14 grand and the fridge even more, having seen it in passing shopping with my mother the pervious week for a new computer desk for school at the furniture store. “You guys really did a great job on renovating this place…” I said, looking around before taking a seat at the spacious island counter, across from Greg. I watched as he went over to the spacious fridge before opening it and looking around. “Yeah, just finished last month. Beer, water, soda, or ice tea?” he asked, looking around inside before sticking his head out and staring at me. “Oh, um, water is fine,” I said, briefly before turning my attention out the patio door into the yard. Even the yard was different, having also been the subject of the massive renovation. Gone was the shabby garden and crab grass, and in its place was a very contemporary back yard, complete with a massive fire pit and new swimming pool, all surrounded by a very tall privacy fence. Honestly, I wasn’t really sure how much mowing was even needed, as even the grass looked new, likely having been recently sodded. Suddenly, my attention was yanked back to the kitchen as Greg put his large hand on my shoulder, giving it a slight squeeze as he handed me a bottle of water with the other. “I insisted on the new pool in the back,” he said suddenly, still giving my shoulder a squeeze, “might have taken a bit of the work from you there, but you have to admit when its hot like this, a pool is a must!” Taking the bottle of water from him, I felt a slight blush creepy up my neck and across my cheeks as his hand moved from my shoulder to the back of my neck, his thumb moving back and forth across my skin. “Um, so, price wise,” I said, forcing myself not to focus on his hand as I talked, “I usually charge $40 for the entire yard, and I can do it whatever time you want during the day.” Removing his hand, he walked over to the counter and poured himself a cup of coffee, grabbing the newspaper next to it. Must have interrupted him during the coffee and crossword puzzle, I thought to myself, thankful to finally have my shoulder back. “The wife is a bit particular about the yard,” he said, taking a sip of the coffee before continuing, “Tell you what. She should be home in about an hour or so. If you can impress us, I’m sure we can figure something out in terms of price. Still will pay you for today, just need to justify the cost. We’ve got a mower in the garage if you want to use that.” I nodded in silent agreement, and after letting Greg lead the way, proceeded to do just that. —- “Babe, I’m in the kitchen!” Greg called out, looking up from his phone briefly as his husband walked into the room. “Hey baby, how was your day?” Mike said, walking into the room before setting his bag on the counter. “Oh, you know, just the usual,” Greg replied, setting the phone down before turning his head up to kiss him, “How was work?” “It was fine. Just the usually bullshit,” he said, turning his attention to the backyard, “Um… Hey, uh, whose in the backyard?” “So, the neighbors down the street have a son, Riley, and he’s back from college for the summer,” Greg replied, giving him a smile. “Uh-huh,” Mike replied, watching as the brown haired teen stopped for a second, picking up twig from the yard and tossing over the back fence before wiping his brow and pulling his shirt off. “And we’re paying him to mow the yard,” Greg continued, letting out a smirk as Mike continued to watch the college boy out the window. “Oh, then lawn huh?” Mike said, letting out a chuckle, “And how is he?” Suddenly, the lawn mower shut off as Riley began to walk the mower back to the garage. “I dunno,” Greg said, adjusting his cock in his pants as he watched the outline of the teen’s ass, “Didn’t seem to mind when I was feeling him up a little earlier. Maybe we should find out?” — Walking back into the house, I quickly pulled my shirt back on, silently thankful to no longer be sweating in the heat and sun. Making my way back into the kitchen, I was shocked to see a second man in the kitchen. Just as tall and muscular as Greg, he had his hair in a mohawk with a large septum ring through his nose. I could see just a few tattoos peaking out from under his dress shirt. “Oh, um…” I said, unsure what to say, “I finished the yard. Did you want me to come back when your wife gets home?” The other man started laughing before walking over and extending his hand. “Hi, you must be Riley. I’m Michael, his husband,” he said, laughing slightly at my confusion to his introduction, “And before you apologize, he always introduces me as his wife. This one likes to play games.” “Oh, uh… cool, nice to meet you,” I said, shaking his hand awkwardly. “You look hot,” Mike continued, before going to the fridge and pulling out another bottle of water, “Thirsty?” “Yeah, its sweltering out there. And thanks,” I said, grateful for the cold water to cool down with. I opened the bottle and guzzled half the bottle down. We stood there in silence for a seconds before I looked around the room. “So… you guys just moved in a few months ago? It looks amazing in here.” “Yeah, we just got done with the last bit of the renovations a month ago,” Greg replied, “Everything really came out great and, well, I’m sure you know how it looked before.” “Well, it really does look great in here,” I said, unsure what to say as both of them stared at me and then each other. “We finally got the playroom set up last night,” Mike said, smiling at me before looking over at Greg again. “Playroom?” I asked, not entirely sure if I understood what he meant, “What’s that?” “Yeah, kind of a labor of love,” Mike said, as I looked down to him adjusting his bulge in his pants, “Want to check it out?” “We can talk about your compensation while we’re down there if you want,” Greg added, also moving his hand on his crotch, smiling at me. Oh. Playroom. I suddenly realized. I was unsure at first how to react. Definitely not something I’d ever done before to be sure, but I couldn’t help but admit that both of them were quite hot in their own way. And I also had to admit coming back home had sucked as most of my usual flings were gone at college still, meaning I’d been without any sex for the last few weeks. One thing I prided myself on at school was always being willing to explore sexually. So, letting my hormones take over I gave my reply. “Sure, why not?” I said, a slight smile on my face. — Slowly, we descended down the stairs into the basement, greeted at first only by the inky blackness. The room was suddenly flooded with light as I took in the scene. The ceiling was painted black, as were the walls. A few lights lit up the room, with a few being those colored smart bulbs that gently changed back and forth from magenta to violet to blue. Off to the corner, there was a large leather clad cross with shackles, and the opposite corner a leather cladded bench also with shackles. as well as several cases and tool boxes along one of the walls. On the some of the walls, there were various posters of naked men, as well as a wall filled with different ‘toys.’ Whips, dildos, anal beads, paddles, and even a few other things I had no idea what were all sat organized on one of the walls. Near the door we came in at several leather harnesses were hung up. On the opposite wall, a small steel mini-fridge sat next to a large humidor filled with various cigars, and in the center of the room hung a large leather sling, with a mirror directly above it. I slowly looked around, letting my brain take it all in. I slightly jumped when I felt someone grabbing my ass. “So, Riley,” Mike said, grinning at me, slowly kneading my ass as Greg began to get undressed, pulling on one of the leather harnesses, “Welcome to the playroom. What do you think?” Releasing my ass, Mike also began to get undressed, revealing his hairy chest and multiple tattoos. I watched both of them get fully undressed except for the leather harnesses, taking in the sights. Both had decent sized cocks, with Mike’s being bigger, but Greg’s balls were much bigger. Both had several cock piercings as well as oversized nipples, which I found strangely hot. “It’s… pretty wild. In a good way,” I replied, feeling my own cock growing in my boxers. “Kinda looking a little overdressed there, bud,” Greg pointed out, walking over to the mini-fridge and pulling out a couple of bottles what I recently found out were poppers. Quickly, I pulled my clothes off except for my boxers, unsure whether to take them off or leave them on. Suddenly, Mike handed me a white jockstrap. Dumbly, I just stared at them in my hand. “Told you he looked like a boxers kind of boy. You lose the bet babe,” Mike said, walking over to the wall and grabbing a whip with multiple tassels on it. “So I think it’s time to go over our business proposal,” Greg said, tossing one of the bottles of poppers to Mike, who easily caught it before opening it up and taking several deep sniffs. “Oh, uh, the business proposal?” I asked, not exactly sure what he meant. “So, Riley, obviously the hubby and I find you quite the sexy little fuck,” Greg explained, also opening his poppers and taking a few sniffs, “Fuck those are good… Anyways, we’d definitely would like to use you for some fun if you’d be up for it. We can gladly pay you for your time, and you can say no to anything we want to do. What do you say to, oh…. A hundred bucks an hour?” My eyes bulged out of my head for a moment. That’s more than even my parents made an hour. Combined. There’s got to be a catch here… I thought to myself. “I mean, that sounds good, but what all would be expected of me exactly?” I said cautiously. “Well, I guess we should lay out the ground rules,” Mike said, coming over to me and slowly pushing the band of my boxers down with the whip in his hands. “First, you’ll wear the jock instead of those boxers any time you come over,” Greg began to explain, “Second, you can’t wash it all summer. We expect you over here at least once a week to mow then play, but you’re welcome to come over more if you want. Next, you can say no to anything we do, but once you do, we stop this little agreement. We both like to relax and smoke while we play, as well as use poppers. You don’t have to but we can pay a little extra if you agree to trying both. And last, we want to bring over some friends for group play, you can say no, and we’ll still keep this arrangement, but you’ll get paid extra.” “Babe,” Mike interjected, having successfully pushed my boxers off, began to slowly rub the whip up and down between my bare asscheeks, “You forgot the most important part.” “Oh yeah,” Greg said, grinning at me, “We are a strictly no condom household. I’ll assume you’re clean, right?” I nodded, my mind processing everything as fast as I could. “Good,” Greg said, “Any questions? Thoughts?” I sat there for a moment with my mind racing. “Uh, I guess just a few?” I said, kicking myself mentally for how young I suddenly sounded. “Ask them while you put that jock on,” Mike said, pointing the whip at the white jockstrap in my hand. Slowly, I bent over, sure that I was obviously giving both of these men full view of my virgin asshole. I pulled them up in one smooth motion. “I’ve never done this before,” I explained, unconsciously rubbing my hands over my thighs, “I mean, I’ve been with a few guys before, but pretty much as the top, and its always been pretty vanilla.” “Fuck that is hot,” Mike groaned, “Prime virgin boy-pussy, babe.” “You can always say no, boy,” Greg said, rubbing his cock, the metal cock ring in his harness gleaming around the base of his dick. “Well, I mean, I just want to know what the limit is of saying no,” I said hesitantly, hoping for some sort of negotiation or compromise, “Like, can I ask for a break if it gets too intense for me? Or…?” Mike and Greg exchanged a glance before nodding at each other. “I mean, asking for a break isn’t saying no I guess,” Greg mused. “And I’ve never done anything like…” I continued, gesturing around the room, “This… So, can we move slow. I think I might get overwhelmed otherwise.” “Mike,” Greg said, walking over to the leather cross, before starting to strap the cuffs to his wrists, “I think we need to demonstrate exactly what Riley here can expect.” “Babe, I think it’s time to give the boy here his first lesson in hardcore man-sex,” Mike replied, shoving the poppers into a small pouch on his harness before smacking the whip in his free hand.

Guys, this is my first attempt to add to the incredibly hot stories that have appeared time and time again on BZ. So please feel free to comment so I can get better and hopefully write more stories. Thanks! Jack, in his freshman year of college, hopes to join a fraternity, Stigma Alpha Cum Pig at Butte U in Montana. It's a fraternity that goes way back in his family with every male joining since his great great grandfather. After a meet and greet beer party at the house, all the frat brothers got together and selected who they would mentor and put thru the pledging process. Jack was very nervous as he eyed all the hot guys in the room. He felt as if he didn't fit in. Jack was 18, 5'7", 135 lbs, clean shaven with short blonde hair, blue eyes, tight swimmer's build, very cute and you could tell he was naive and a little nervous by the way he carried himself. He had that 'deer in the headlight' look about him. Everyone else in the room towered over him. Now Jack wasn't gay, but this one guy just happened to catch his attention, probably because of the way he was surveying the men in the room. He just had a penetrating stare. There was a swagger and overt confidence about him. He was extremely handsome, about 6'3, well built and very muscular, with a buzz cut, dark features and a heavy 5 o'clock shadow. The brothers of the house were clearly acknowledging him so he must be important Jack thought. As it turns out he was the President of the fraternity or "Master" as he liked to be called and had his eye on Jack the moment he walked in the door. He knew his family's lineage, it was legendary at the frat house and how desperate this guy would be to pledge which meant he was an easy mark for what really went on in the house. This was going to be FUN (Fuck U Newbie) he thought to himself!! This fraternity, Stigma Alpha Cum Pig, was actually a major money making enterprise, part of a bigger conglomerate "Breeders 'R Us" ! Every year the brothers would recruit new members to not only service the house but to rent out to the professors and other students to generate enough income so the brothers could continue living the 'high' life, emphasis on high. This house controlled all the sex and drug traffic on the campus and surrounding community which was extremely lucrative. They kept files on everyone so they were above the law and completely untouchable. The pledges were texted by their frat brother the time and place to report for the hazing ritual. The Master decided he was going to handle Jack differently than the usual pledges he breaks in. Instead of using force he was going to 'trick' the new bait into submission. He would start by being very friendly and charming, totally not threatening or abusive which was his typical demeanor. He would propose a toast and of course give the pledge a G spiked cocktail. He would then suggest they smoke a traditional 'peace pipe' in the name of brotherhood. If the boy protested he would tell him it was completely harmless white smoke, just a vapor like from a hot cup of 't'!. He would manage his breath control and after a solid 5 hits or so he would proceed to the next phase. He would start discussing the benefits and requirements of living in the house. He would mention the private gym in the basement that all the frat brothers were required to utiilize on a daily basis. All the men at Stigma Alpha Cum Pig were in prime shape and were the envy of all the men and women on campus. Jack realizing his short comings in this area as he was only 5'7 and 140 lbs asked Master if there was anything he could do to help his chances of being accepted into the house. Master knew he had Jack just where he wanted him. He 'might' be able to suggest something but that Jack would probably reject the idea. Jack said no he was willing to do 'anything' because joining the house was so important to his family. The Master said, well there are steroids, he could take on a daily basis, several times a day to start, that along with an extensive workout schedule would have him buffed to perfection in no time. Jack naturally said 'oh no' he couldn't do that and Master said he understood completely. It's probably for the best and Jack should just leave now and abandon any hopes of joining the fraternity. Master said it was his choice and headed towards the door and motioned for Jack to leave. Of course, he added 'could it really hurt any to just sample a little tiny bit? 'he smirked as he touched the door handle. Jack thought for a moment but by now the t and g were having the desired effect and he was no longer in complete control. He was totally suseptical to any and all suggestions. He thought it might not be so bad to try a little. How could that hurt? What the stupid idiot didn't know was that he was going to get the slam of all slams. Master suggested that in order to get any benefit at all Jack needed to start some form of exercise regimen right way and they should head down to the G>Y>M (Guys You Molest) immediately !! Of course this room was set up with cameras and video equipment and a feed to all the tv's in the house and to special subscribers. Jack said he didn't bring any gym clothes and Master said no worries he was sure he'd find something for him to wear. He pulled out a black canvas bag and was rummaging thru it obviously looking for something specific. With a devilish grin Master administered the slam and after it hit, Jack's head was spinning. He never felt like this before. Master had Jack change into the gym clothes aka as a 'whore's uniform. A Nasty Pig black jockstrap, a pair of knee high Breedwell black socks and a black leather collar. Now to put the rest of the plan into action. Jack would be filmed looking like a slut and taking cock and cum up his hole and doing whatever Master wanted including servicing him and begging for more. Soon it was time for more g, smoke and slam part 2. Master said he needed a favor from Jack. He needed a model for some men's workout gear he's promoting and asked if Jack would model for him. He said not to worry his face won't be photographed (he lied). He needed pictures of Jack to post on the internet along with the films for the big promotion of this semesters newest 'it' boy aka fuck toy! Now Master had all the film and pictures he needed to start the.process to turn Jack into quite the slut of the frat house. There was enough stuff to blackmail Jack into total submission. The fraternity had also entered the porn industry and was looking for a virgin to star in their new breeding trilogy. Jack was reciting anything Master told him to say all which made everything appear Jack was quite the willing participant. He was so fucked up he was willing to do anything Master suggested he do. Time to reload that hungry hole! Now on to the ABS!

No one wakes up with an inherent desire to contribute to capitalism. It isn’t part of our nature to view our time and energy as indispensable cogs in an economic system that has defined Western civilization for centuries. And yet, capitalism—rooted in principles laid out long before Adam Smith put pen to paper—remains the framework that dictates the rules of daily life for billions. But what happens when that framework begins to crack? Today, we see evidence everywhere: rising inequality, environmental collapse, and the increasing consolidation of wealth and power in the hands of a few. Climate change reminds us daily that our extractive approach to resources and labor is unsustainable. Meanwhile, technological progress, often celebrated as capitalism’s crowning achievement, seems to accelerate its contradictions. A system that once relied on widespread competition now thrives on monopolies and resembles something closer to 21st-century feudalism. When these concerns are raised, the predictable counterargument emerges: “What is the alternative?” Skeptics default to this question, as though history has already exhausted every economic possibility. They point to the failures of past experiments—Soviet communism, Maoist collectivism, or even poorly executed welfare states—as if these are the only options. But I reject this framing. Or, I go boldly against the “No Alternatives” Fallacy. The question, “What is the alternative?” assumes a false dichotomy: capitalism or chaos. It’s a question rooted in fear rather than imagination, designed to preserve the status quo rather than encourage exploration. What if, instead of clinging to what we know, we embraced the unknown? Economic systems are not static. Just as feudalism evolved into capitalism, capitalism, too, will evolve—or collapse under its own weight. The alternative is not a return to failed systems but the creation of something new, informed by modern technology and guided by principles of equity and sustainability. Take Scandinavia as an example. These nations didn’t achieve their current blend of capitalism and socialism through violent revolution or ideological purges. They evolved—gradually—by recognizing the importance of balancing individual enterprise with collective well-being. Universal healthcare, free education, robust social safety nets: these are not utopian fantasies but proven policies that work in the modern world. A perfect example this is not, as these countries are fairly culturally and socially homogeneous, but are socially still very much on the right track. One solution: Living Contrary to Scarcity-centric Capitalism… So, what can we do now? How do we, as individuals, begin to dismantle a system that feels so pervasive? One way is to act in direct contradiction to capitalism’s demands. The system is only functional if we strive for unending productivity, participation in consumerism, and self- centered individualism. We can disrupt it by prioritizing rest, solidarity, and community care. This isn’t about opting out entirely—few of us have that privilege—but about taking what the system offers and advocating for more. Millions rely on Social Security, SNAP benefits, and other programs designed to provide a safety net; yet these programs are deliberately underfunded and inadequate, often failing to keep pace with inflation or the rising cost of living. Social Security Disability Insurance, for example, requires recipients to wait two years before becoming eligible for Medicare—despite recipients’ having paid into the system. This is by design. A system that barely meets basic needs surely reinforces the concept of dependency rather than empowerment. By collectively demanding improvements, we can expose and exploit these contradictions. After all, even the wealthiest beneficiaries of capitalism—those who eagerly accepted PPP loans during the pandemic—have no qualms about taking from the system when it serves them. Why should we? … to understand the “Power of Collective Suffering”… Our collective struggles under capitalism are not isolated incidents; they are symptoms of a system in decline. Within our suffering lies power. Recognizing the shared nature of our experiences is the first step toward building solidarity and imagining alternatives. The evolution of capitalism into something more just and sustainable won’t happen overnight, nor will it come from the top down. It will require experimentation, imagination, and a willingness to challenge deeply ingrained assumptions. It will also require action—however small. We must be willing to advocate for stronger safety nets and equal rights for all. We do this by educating ourselves and others on how current systems work, how they fail, and we also stand up and take what we’re entitled to, not in the face of shame, and demand more. If we accept that time is finite, then surely we must also accept that our economic systems must evolve to meet the demands of the present, not the ideals of the past. ……For “A Call to Action” Promoters often present capitalism as inevitable, natural, or eternal. History tells us otherwise. Systems change because people demand it, not because the biggest benefactors - those who are (privileged, connected, corrupt) and benefit the most - are willing to give it up. “End stage capitalism” doesn’t mean the end of society; but the beginning of a new chapter— one that we must be willing to write. So, let us imagine boldly, act collectively, and evolve together. Our alternative is not just another economic system. In just merely stating that our alternative is to aim for survival, surely sets ourselves up for the same failing scarcity economy that we currently have. We should raise the bar and aim for the abundance economy.

Asher was away at college on his eighteenth birthday. After Skyping with his parents and catching a bite to eat with his friends at the food hall, he was on his brand new sniffies account. There were tons of guys online, a lot who wanted to talk a big talk, but no one was willing to host for Asher, or they ghosted him… He sat rock hard snd a bit desperate in his dorm room when he got a message from an anonymous profile. He tapped the profile, there was no picture, but Breeder was listed on position. ‘hey nice ass.’ The anomouys guy messaged referencing Ashers profile pic.. ‘Thanks.’ Asher Messaged back. ‘ whats a breeer.’ ‘Come over and I will show you.’ The guy messaged sending some pictures, the guy was hot, and had a large cock. He was kind of older, which Asher thought was hot. Asher sent back a few more of him naked, and of his smaller cock. ‘come over and lets fuck.’ Asher agreed and headed over to the guys place. It was a small house on the older side of town. The guy greeted him and let him in. He was only wearing his robe. He let it slid to the floor. “Get on your knees, and lets see what you got.” The man ordered. This was not what he was excepting, but daddy was so much hotter in person, he got on his knees and put the mans, at least nine in cock in his mouth. Right at his eye level the man had a tattoo, one of the hazard symbols. “Take more in your mouth and suck harder.” The man ordered looking down at Asher pulling his head towards his pelvious. Asher almost gaged, but took as much as the mans cock, as he pulled into Asher mouth. Asher adjusted himself. “Don’t touch yourself.” The man barked. Despite, the man being, hostile, aggrisve, and very domintate, Asher was very turned on, by it all. The man finally let Asher’s hair go. Asher wipped the slobber away from his mouth. “Whats that tattoo mean?” Asher asked. Asher asked assuming it had meaning by it’s placement. “Pull your pants down.” The man ordered, asher did, and the man turned him around. The man put the head off his cock, against ashers hole and pushed in teasing him. Asher moaned out. The man slowly strocked asher until he was about ready to cum which really didn’t take long, then he squeezed ashers head hard, and stopped him from cumming. He did this five times, By the time the man was done, his hole was so teased, and he was so horny he wanted the man to slide into him, right now, no condom. Ahser was starting to figure out what a Breeder was. “Do you want me to fuck you?” The man asked, asher nodded his head. “good, the tattoo means that I have Hiv.” He said bending asher over his couch, sliding in him. Asher’s heart pounded, the man had hiv? He moaned as the man enterted him. “Don’t don’t cum in me.” Asher moand out half hearted ly, he was so horny that deep down, he’d probably let the man cum in him if he wasn’t careful. “Ok.” The man wishpered, sliding deeper into Asher’s tight virgin hole. The man slowly opened ashers hole, and contiunted to bring asher to the edge of cumming and ruining it, the man knew Asher was as good as pozzed, that almost caused the man to do it right then and there, but first to get consent, which wasn’t far away now. “Please sir let me cum.” Asher begged his hole body trembling under the man. “I think you know what it’s going to take for me to let you cum.” The man said coldy, Asher looked at him confused. “I want to cum in you.” The man smirked at asher. Asher gulped. “Ok as long as you let me cum.” Asher whined. The man slid out of asher, and moved him to the couch. He laid asher on his belly, and laid on top of him, sliding in him fast enough to make Asher cry out. “You’re a nasty, little cumdump arnt you.” The man said as he started to slam into asher. “Yes sir.” Asher said as his heart started to race again, the pleasure was beyond anything he had ever thought possible. He gladly moanded as the man slid in and out of him. “Do you want me to poz you?” The man grunted. “Yea poz me.” Asher moaned, not quite sure what that meant. The man slammed into Asher harder, and harder. “Ohh fuck here it comes you worthless whore.” The man slid in to asher and his dick started to throb. “Your going to cum in me!” Asher exclaimed as the pussling got harder, accomaned by wet feeling in his ass. He moaned out, with each pump of the cock. Ashers cock was trobbing now, realzing that Pozzing meant to give him Hiv. “Ohh fuck your giving me hiv.” Aher moaned as he started to cum all over the mans couch, his little cock tobbing against his torsoe. “Such a good little worttles whore you are.” The man said as he started to fuck asher again. The man grunted fucking his cum in and out of Asher’s fertile hole. “Oh I bet your so fertile.” The man grunted. “Fertile?” Asher asked, his heart pounding again, his cock getting hard again at the use of a term that could only apply to a woman. “As in I ripped you open, and now, I’m fucking my toxic Viral load into hard. The man grunted as he fucked another load into the newly pozzed bottom. He slid out, took the boys number, texted him, and sent him on his way. Texting his poz friends, getting them ready to breed a new ass.

Hold it in and let it become part of your body. NEVER expel good semen, ever!! Semen belongs inside a man’s body.

I always clean a cock off after a guy has bred my ass

That’s why I prefer to travel or book a sleazy motel room. Too often (I say this with respect) I don’t want those people in my home or knowing too much about me. Theft is real. I’ve had many more men in my hole than in my home.

That’s a tough one! I could say it’s about the feeling, but when I’m in a dark room or a local sauna, I realize how upset I get when a top fucks me without loading me up. So, deep down, I guess the load isn’t just a bonus: it’s the whole damn point!

Washington gave that advice at a time when the Atlantic Ocean isolated the United States from all of Europe, when an invading army would require weeks in ships to get to us (although Britain did come through Canada once). With the advent of ships powered other than by wind or oars, with the invention of airplanes and aircraft carriers and missiles and the like, we are no longer physically isolated from adversaries, We operated for almost a century and a half on the premise that we didn't really need "alliances" because we had only two borders to defend and we were far stronger, economically and militarily, than either. We still got dragged into WWI because one side in that war insisted on attacking our non-military shipping. Then we found out, in 1941, that our vaunted physical isolation didn't really protect us nearly as much as we thought given the destruction wrought at Pearl Harbor. And even once we established military supremacy over pretty much every other fighting force on earth, 9/11 showed us that it was still possible for enemies to inflict massive damage on us. This isn't to say a lot of our "adventuring" wasn't a big factor in these things happening. We made a lot of enemies throwing our weight around. But the answer isn't "retreat from all alliances" but "stop trying to meddle so much in other countries' basic affairs".

Both. If iM on the bottom, I love getting fucked. Whether it’s one man or many, I want the fucking to go on and on and on. But of course, at the end, I relish a load up my ass. Or several loads. It’s a compliment for both of us.

Thanks for sharing your story @Eagerindayton. Here's mine: I was in my early 20's, very naïve, thin, pretty hairless, looked younger than I was. I went to FLEX, in Cleveland. The old flex in the warehouse district. I told the guy at the front desk it was my first time, and he gave me the rules. told me where to find things, etc. And said maybe he'd check on me. I got a locker, undressed, wrapped the towel around me and started to walk around. This was before the internet, so not knowing exactly what I would find, I was so nervous I was shaking, and so blown away by the smell of sex, the men, it was amazing. I found the gloryhole section and started sucking some random cocks. I was pretty inexperienced and wasn't getting many of the guys off. When I explored more, the guy at the front desk was walking around, and found me. He took me to an area I hadn't found yet, somewhat dark and isolated, and asked if he could rim my ass. I told him I had never been rimmed, and his excitement was off the charts. He got me on all 4's on a mattress, and started eating my hole. I was in heaven, I had never felt anything like it. He kissed, licked, tongue-fucked me for what seemed like an hour. (I'm sure it wasn't). He told me to roll onto my back. He moved up and kissed me deep - and I could taste myself on his breath. He has slipped his gym shorts off, and his hard cock was against my wet hole. I wrapped my legs around him and kissed him hard. His cock was pushing into me. My mind was saying "tell him to get a rubber", but my body, and everything I was doing was saying "Oh god yes, after that rim job please fuck me". Luckily he couldn't hear my thoughts, and he fucked me like that, then with my ankles on his shoulders, Then leaned in close to me, told me he was going to cum. I just closed my eyes and he started fucking harder, and I felt him shoot his load, felt his cock spasm, heard his grunts. While he was filling me, he grabbed my cock and stroked me and I came in about 60 seconds. I remember it being, up until that time, one of my most incredible orgasms ever.

I was mid 20s, a bathhouse in LA. I was so nervous walking down the street toward the doorway - seems crazy now. I went directly to my room and spent a while there before venturing out. I explored every last corner, practically light headed at the thought of finally being in a place like that. Played around with a few different guys and had what is still probably the biggest cock I've played with. He was about 20, kind of a surfer dude, blond pony tail and a slightly hairy chest. And...an insanely big dick that I happily swallowed and drained;)

My last load was a fantastic finish to a seven load cumdump weekend. One of my regulars had wanted to fuck me all weekend but hadn't had a chance, but finally got free late Saturday night. He shot me a message on Grindr and I told him to get over here. He'd fucked me a couple of times, but always blindfolded. He'd have me unlatch the door, jump in my sling and put the blindfold on before he came in, get hard quickly, and give me a brutal fuck from his huge dick. I've seen pics of it, but always soft. I'd guess it's probably 9x7. I know he's thick as hell. Few dicks make me feel that stretch on first entry, and he certainly does. So he gets there and apparently someone is hanging around upstairs outside from my room and he wants me to make sure he can just walk in. I'm not keen on leaving the door unlocked with someone outside so I tell him I'll just watch and open the door when he gets there for him and jump in the sling when he gets in. He said cool, told me what he was wearing, and don't worry about the blindfold. I was kinda excited to get to see him. I watched through the peephole and as soon as I saw him opened it up. He walked straight in and I locked the door and quickly jumped in the sling. As I get settled and me legs in the stirrups, I look over and get my first good look at him. Holy fuck! I'd known he had a nice body but dude was ripped as fuck, dark black skin, and his dick was huge just hanging there as he got undressed. His face was as hot as his body, looking much younger than his kid 30s he'd told her he was. He grabbed the lube and stood a little ways away as he looked at my hole as he stroked himself hard. I was fingering my hole and it was twitching as I watched him grow. Finally seeing his dick I realized I'd underestimated him. He was probably 10 and as thick if not thicker thana coke can, and now rock hard. No wonder I felt the stretch when he entered me. He let it hang there for a minute when he saw me looking, then stepped up between my legs, pressing himself up against my hole. He's fucked me enough i know exactly how to adjust the sling so he was lined up perfectly with my hole. I took a big hit of poppers and he started to penetrate me. He entered me using a strong, slow thrust, and my hole quickly opened up to let his head in, but he didn't stop there. He kept pushing into me, still one strong stroke, deeper and deeper until he pushed against my second hole which he pushed right through, eliciting a loud moan from me. I could feel my hole spasming around him as he continued to violate my body with that huge cock. I was in a mix of extacy and pain, but this is how I love to be entered by a man with a huge cock and the whole loved being able to mount me in one thrust. Soon he bottomed out, having fully mounted me, and sat there for a second feeling my ass twitch around him. I took another big hit of poppers as he pulled out to just the head, and thrust every inch back into me. He went slow at first, but soon picked up speed. Soon he was ramming that huge piece of meat into my guts, every inch, every stroke, so hard I had to grunt just from the force. He kept this up for a little bit, until he suddenly pulled completely out and stepped back, looking at my quivering and gaping hole. I took the opportunity to hit the poopers again, and as soon as I was done he shoved every inch back into me and resumed the brutal fuck. He was pummeling my prostate and between that and the poopers, I knew I was about to have an anal orgasm. Soon he pushed me over the edge and I felt my hole start to spasm as the pleasure gripped my body and I let out a yell. He never stopped, keeping up his relentlessly assault on my hole, causing me to orgasm again and again. Finally he grunted "Yeah, fuck cum on my dick. FUCK you're gonna make me nut!" And he slammed his dick into me a few more times until he lets out a yell and stays balls deep inside me as he unloads. I feel the pulses deep inside of me and I work his cock with my hole, milking his cum out of him. When he was spent, he stayed deep inside of me, enjoying the feeling of my now cum filled home gripping his dick. Suddenly he yanks his dick out of me and stands there for a second twitching from the sensory overload. He grabs the towel and wet wipes I left for him, cleans off, and within 5 minutes, is dressed and headed out the door. I hop out of the sling, light headed from the brutal fuck and hear my phone go off. It was a message from him "Amazing hole as always man, looking forward to stroking that hole some more on your next visit." Stroking and destroying is more likeit. I smiled and flopped down on the bed, my hole aching in that amazing way you can only get when completly violated. I fingered my hole, hoping for some cum running out to taste, but was out of lock. He'd planted his seed so deep inside of me I wasn't sure I could push it out, and as a good bottom cumdump I certainly wasn't doing that. Like the others that weekend, his seed stayed deep inside of me, soaking into my body as I fell asleep, my hunger for being bred sated for the moment.

Still in Payson & still looking for facefuckers (AND buttfuckers!)...

Chapter 6 A couple weeks ago Brad noticed the kid he saw passed out on Luke's bed was in his class. Jason is pretty tall so it's hard to miss a big guy like him. At first Brad was wondering what it was like if he was watching Jason fucking Luke's hole. He remembers Luke said he packs a big one. Brad has always love fucking a big dick bottom. He loves watching and hearing their dicks slapping on their stomach when he fucks them on their back or feel their ball and hard cock swinging up and down while they moan or even better, scream in pleasure. The two of them have been sitting next to each other in the last row 3 times a week. Started with chit chat then a few times Brad caught Jason looking at his bulge when he got to class after him. One day the professor told everyone to find a partner to work on group assignments for the remaining semester. Everyone simply turned to their nearest classmate and paired up. Brad and Jason are the only two who sit in the last row so logically the two of them became each other's partner. Two of them exchanged numbers and email and agreed to get in touch with one another on Fri to work on the first assignment. Friday comes around when Jason was on his way to practice he received a text from Brad. To his surprise, Brad sent him a dick pic and a video of himself undressing then taking a shower. Jason was not expecting that but was immediately aroused. He sent a text back and said “Hey man. I think you may have sent those to the wrong person but looking nice bro. Are you still down to work on the assignment today? I'm done with practice at 5. Lmk" Jason got to the locker room and faced away from his teammates when he changed into shorts to hide his hard cock. Took a min or so to calm his mind and got his boner under control before heading on the court. He checked his phone after practice and saw Brad's response. "Yeah man. I'm only a few blocks away from the gym so come on over. Door will be unlocked so come on in” Brad didn't say anything about the picture and video because they were not sent to Jason by accident. Jason responded " Be there in 20” then he hopped in the shower at the gym. Normally he's into older guys but he thought Brad was undeniably hot. He quickly got out of the shower and as he made his way to Brad's apartment he wondered if he can try hooking up with Brad Jason walked up two sets of stairs and arrived at the apartment on the 2nd floor just next to the stairs. He knocked on the door but no one answered. He texted his phone when he was on his way but didn't hear back from Brad either so he decided to turn the door knob because Brad did say the door will be unlocked. He opened the door and entered a relatively dark apartment. It's still bright out but all of the windows had their curtains closed. He heard something coming from the bedroom and as he got closer, he realized it's the sound of someone having sex. He knew he should have excused himself and left but he was curious because he didn't hear anyone that sounded like a girl. The door was slightly opened already so he peeked inside then realized the sound came from the TV. He couldn't see Brad anywhere “Hey man. How are you doing?" Brad came out from the bathroom behind Jason in a short towel. It scared the shit out of Jason and made him jump. He immediately felt embarrassed because Brad must have seen what he was doing. "oh hey…. nothing. I was just looking for you” Jason responded but looked at Brad's bulge under the towel the whole time. Before Jason had the chance to look up, Brad took a step forward, lifted Jason’s chin up and gave him a passionate kiss. catching him completely off guard. Brad’s hand slid behind Jason’s neck, holding him firmly in place as their tongues danced together in a silent confession of their mutual desire. The sound of the TV porn was a muted background to the real passion unfolding in the apartment. Brad broke the kiss and with a mischievous smirk, he tugged at the hem of Jason’s shirt, urging him to come closer. Jason’s heart raced as he allowed Brad to undress him, their eyes locked in a silent understanding that the study session was about to take an unexpected turn. The fabric of his shirt slid up, revealing the taut abs and broad chest that Brad had admired from afar. With each button that popped open, the tension between them grew thicker, charged with the electricity of unspoken desires. Once Jason’s shirt was off, Brad dropped to his knees and took Jason’s shorts with him. The towel that had been barely concealing Brad’s own arousal fell away, revealing his rock-hard cock bobbing with excitement. He wasted no time in taking Jason’s shorts and underwear down, exposing the massive erection that had been straining against the fabric. Jason’s cock stood tall and proud, a testament to his excitement. Brad’s eyes widened slightly, impressed by the size and girth of his classmate’s member, which was even larger than he had imagined. With a hunger that could no longer be contained, Brad leaned in and took the head of Jason’s cock into his mouth. The taste of pre-cum and the heat of Jason’s skin against his tongue sent a shiver down Brad’s spine. He began to bob his head up and down, savoring the feeling of the velvety shaft filling his mouth. His hand wrapped around the base of the cock, stroking in sync with his mouth, as he worked to take more and more of Jason in. Jason’s hands found Brad’s hair, his fingers curling tightly as he guided the rhythm, urging Brad deeper. Jason’s heavy balls slapped against Brad’s face with each thrust, the sound of Brad gurgling on his hard throbbing cock echoing in the quiet apartment. Brad could feel the weight of Jason's balls, full and tight, and knew that Jason was close to the edge. He pulled back, teasing the tip with his tongue before diving back in, eager to swallow the load he knew was coming. The sound grew louder as Jason’s hips began to buck, his movements more erratic, and Brad knew he had hit the spot. He sucked harder, his cheeks hollowing as he tried to take in as much of Jason’s length as he could, the sound of wet flesh on flesh punctuating the moans that filled the room. “Ahhh. Ahhh…I'm about to cum” But just as Jason was about to cum, Brad pulled back, leaving him gasping for breath and his cock standing tall and begging for release. “Omg….why did you stop” Brad smirked up at Jason, whose eyes were half-closed in frustration and pleasure, and then stood up, his own erection bobbing with excitement. He took a step back, reaching for Jason’s hand and pulling him to the bed. The mattress dipped under their combined weight as Brad pushed Jason down onto the soft sheets, straddling his hips with a sense of urgency that was palpable in the air. Brad reached into the nightstand for poppers and let Jason took a couple big sniffes Jason’s cock was still wet with Brad’s saliva as Brad lined it up with his eager hole, giving it a few teasing strokes against his sensitive skin. As he took 4 long deep breath breathing in the chemical from poppers, he then began to lower himself, inch by delicious inch, onto Jason’s waiting shaft. The sensation of being filled so completely was overwhelming. Jason’s eyes widened in amazement and pleasure, watching Brad’s face contort as he took all of him. Once Brad had adjusted to the intrusion, he began to move. His movements were slow at first, almost tentative, as he rocked his hips back and forth, feeling every inch of Jason inside him. The friction was incredible, and Brad knew he wasn’t going to last long. He leaned forward, bracing himself on Jason’s muscular chest, and kissed him deeply, tasting the hint of mint from the toothpaste Brad had used earlier after practice. Their tongues tangled together as Brad’s hips picked up speed, the slap of their bodies now a steady rhythm that seemed to pulse through the room. Jason’s hands found Brad’s ass, his fingers digging in as he began to thrust up to meet Brad’s movements. The angle was perfect, hitting Brad’s prostate with every stroke, sending waves of pleasure crashing through his body. Brad’s own cock was trapped between their stomachs, leaking precum as he fucked himself on Jason’s cock. The sound of their skin slapping together was music to Brad’s ears, a symphony of desire that was reaching a crescendo. He knew he was close, so he reached down and began to stroke himself in time with their fucking, the tension in his body coiling tightly like a spring. With a final, desperate thrust, Brad felt the orgasm wash over him. His cock spurted thick ropes of cum, painting Jason’s abs with sticky white lines. The feeling of release was so intense that Brad had to lean back, throwing his head back and letting out a long, low moan that seemed to shake the very walls of the apartment. Jason followed close behind, his cock pulsing inside Brad as he came, filling him with warm cum and leaving them both panting and sweaty in the aftermath. Jason collapse on Brad’s body for a brief moment then he lifted himself up and noticed Brad’s cock is still hard as a rock. “Wow” Jason lower Brad’s cock with his hand then let go, watching it sprang back to his stomach “Does it not go down?” Jason joked “Not until it gets what it wants" Brad smile “You can go back to back?" Jason asked surprised and aroused at the same time. “So you wanna cum again?’ he asked Brad got up and throw Jason onto the bed next to where he laid. Lifted Jason's legs up and looking right at his light pink hole “No no no … I don't do that” Jason tried to put his legs down and get out of bed but Brad pushed back started licking Jason's pink hole with his tongue skillfully dancing all around it and occasionally tap right on the center harder as if his tongue was knocking on it demanding entry. Jason overwhelmed by the sensation grab the pillow above him and buried his face into it and let out the loudest and the most uncontrollable moaning into the pillow. That was a bit unexpected but the exact opportunity that Brad has been waiting for. He pause for a second then gently use his left thumb massaging Jason's hole and said to him "I'm gonna apply some numbing lube on it to help you out if you never done this before or don't do it often. You gonna feel a light burn for a bit then when that sensation go away, you'll be ready. Sounds good?" Brad said Jason said “mmmhmm" into the pillow and nodded. Brad continue to massage the surface of his unexplored hole and sending shock waves of pleasure Jason never experienced before from bottom up. In Brad's other hand he reached into the drawer and pick out a rock slightly larger than a raisin and broke it in half then mixed it with numbing lube and shove both in Jason’s ass one after the other without him knowing. Jason endure the burn for a minute or so but not only it didn't feel like the burn would ever stop. His body is heating up for some reason. His face feels warm too. He moved the pillow aside and was expecting to see Brad in between his legs but instead he saw Brad standing up holding on to his dick, pressing the head of his dick into him. He honestly thought that was Brad’s tongue. He got worried and tried to stop Brad once more. “Hey man….I don't know what this” Jason said "Don't you know how wet your hole gets? It only gets like this when it is hungry. Just listen” Brad said and began pressing part of his dick head in and out of Jason's hole. He dosed Jason with a heavy one for this exact reason. He love to see a guy's hole being completely defenseless. He doesn't need to wait. He doesn't need to guide anyone through breathing exercise. He loves watching a top turning into a bottom slut for the first time. They always fight it mentally but their body just can't resist the cock that it is hungry for. He wanted to ask Brad about what's going on then to his surprise, he saw Brad grab onto his dick and focused on pressing it against Jason's hole. Jason wanter to tell Brad that's not his thing. He has never taken a dick before let alone a dick Brad's size. However, Jason's still trying to comprehend the whole body warming sensation that he has never felt before. Before he could put what's on his mind into words to stop Brad, he was surprised that his hole betrayed him. It opened up and let Brad's whole head in. It made a loud and moise soun. As soon as he gasped, Brad covered Jason's mouth with his left hand, putting all his weight on it to silence Jason and pushing Jason's head deeper into the pillow behind his head. “You're a natural. And your hole wants it. I didn't force my way into you. It opened wide for me on its own. It feels incredible, isn't it? And I know you've been wanting this or you wouldn't have prep your hole before coming here” Brad said as he thrust his rock hard dick in and out of Jason and watched Jason's pink ass lips moving in the opposite direction of his thrusting motion. Jason honestly didn't expect this. He is clean only because he does love making a submissive bottom deep rim his hole. He loves to make bottom do anything he wants. That's what he had thought about doing to Brad if things allowed him to progress that quickly. Here he is. Overwhelmed by all the new sensation of pleasure he has never experienced before. His found himself matching Brad's every pelvis thrust. Wanting his dick to reach deeper. Brad noticed it then intentionally slow down his pounding because he knew this was the opportunity that he was looking for. He stop covering Jason's mouth “Oh….it felt great, doesn't it? Do you want more? If you do, I need to hear you beg for it” Brad said Jason hesitated at first and said "fuck me” Brad reached out and pinch and twisted Jason's nipples "was I supposed to respond to that? I think you should beg better than that. After all…. You wanted to take care my hard cock, didn't you?” "Ahhhhh….yes. Please…. please fuck me" Jason said and noticed his cock was rock hard and leaking precum when he said it “Are you willing to be my cum dump from this day on? And let me fill you up?" Brad asked “yes…yes please just fuck me now. Hard. Please" Brad suddenly picked up the pace and grab onto Jason's thighs and pulled him closer with every thrust forward. Jason moaned and gasped. He felt that his cock was about to cum again but he couldn't quite vocalize it. After about 2 min Jason's dick shot out a surprise load of cum into his own mouth as he was moaning. Brad thought that was so hot and soon after Brad grunted and held his dick deep in Jason and released his hot cum all in Jason's ass then collapsed onto him and gave him a good kiss Brad can't wait to tell Luke all about it.

Chapter 14 The tongue left the married guys hole and it felt like that part of him was going to explode. The voice behind him said “ Hold Still “. He felt a cool metallic feeling at the entrance to his ass. The Married guy push back to feel more of this new and great sensation. The guy let the head of his cock pop into the ass in front of him. The Married guy had no idea that this was the cock that was in the Kid earlier, the guy with the new Bio-hazard tattoo on him was now splitting open his hole. The Guy popped it in and out a couple times to get the hole ready for the next part. At the same time the guy in front of him put his cock back in the Married guy’s mouth and stared slowly pumping short strokes. Not quite to the point of gagging him but getting deeper and deeper with every stroke. The guy behind him pulled out and reminded him to hold still. He reached not his shorts and pulled out a permanent parker. He said “ I wanted to try this all night but didn’t think I would get a chance to do this “. He opened it up and knelt down behind the Married guy. He licked the tender hole a couple times. The sent electric shivers through the married guy’s body. The guy that was attached to the cock in his mouth reached under the Married guy and began to play with his nipples. He was rubbing and pinching them. The Married guy could never remember that part of his body so alive. He felt a tingly sensation on his ass cheek and then the other one. The Guy behind him was writing something on his ass. Between this, the nipple play and the chems he was in sensory overload and couldn’t stay still. He remembered when he was younger, and would do this to women and felt jealous that a woman would get all this just so the guy could get in her. The guy behind him reached under and grabbed his shrunken cock and gave it a couple tugs. The Married guy jerked up with this and the cock that was in his mouth suddenly went balls deep. He couldn’t breath but there was no gaging, just pleasure knowing he was able to do this. The guy behind him blew a couple breaths on the butt cheeks and stepped back to admire his work. On the upper left cheek was the word ‘ SPUN ‘ , on the upper right cheek was the word ‘ SLUT ‘. On the mid left cheek the word ‘ CUNT ‘ with an arrow pointing to his hole. Wich now had a new name. Since this was permanent marker, it would be there for a while. Not only was the married guy a chem slut, now he had the branding to prove it. The guy stood up and put the head of his pierced cock against the red swollen cunt of the Married guy and pushed about half of his cock up into him. All you cold hear from the married guy was an ‘ umpffff ‘ sound around the cock that was in his mouth. The Bio-Hazzard guy asked the Married guy “ You want my babymaker up your cunt slut “ ? The married guy mumbled “ ahhhaa “ . The Bo-Hazzard guy said “ I am going to impregnate you bitch “. He pulled out and looked at the gaping hole and had an idea. He took out his baggie, there wasn’t much in there anymore but there was some ground up Tina. He poured it in the Married guys gaping hole. He pushed it inside the hole with his cock. The guy in the Married guy’s mouth pulled out for a minute. He wanted to hear the reaction to what he just saw. The Married guy said “ Ohhh, That feels so good, I really need it “ The burning heat of the Meth hadn’t hit the Married guy’s brain yet. The one guy started to put his cock back in the mouth of the Married guy what all of a sudden his eyes opened wide an d he squealed “ Fuck, that burns, take your cock out it is burning me “ ! He remembered that burning earlier but this was a lot more intense. The Bio-Hazzard guy chuckled and said “ That isn’t my cock, it is the Tina I put in there “. The Married guy questioned “ Tina “ ? The One guy that was about to plug is cock back into the Married guy’s mouth said “ You know, Meth, drugs “ ? The Marred guy said “ but I don’t do drugs “. The guy pushed his cock back into the Married guy’s mouth and kept pinching his nipples. At the same time saying “ Well, you are tonight “. “ This is at least your second time with Tina up our new Cunt hole “. The Burning was staring to subside and the Married guy was really enjoying the action he was getting. The Guy fucking him said it probably burns more because his piercing was probably ripping his hole up. He said “ When I am done with you, You’re going to have a fucked up cunt in more than one way “ .

I had finally graduated college and moved across the country to start my first job. It wasn't perfect but it got me away from my family. I lived at home all 4 years to save money. My parents weren't rich and couldn't afford for me to live on campus at the local university. I started getting on the apps during college thinking I could make friends but then realized it was all hookups and sex. I was one of those blank profiles, too scared to put my picture out there in case someone recognized me. I was 5'8 200 lbs, average build and slightly chubby. Not having many friends lead to my low self confidence. Once I got settled in my new place I decided enough was enough. It was a big city, thousands of new people and no one knew me. I wasn't afraid of coworkers cause I was remote most of the time, only having to go into the office for some meetings. I put pictures up on my profile showing the few hairs on my chest leading down to my slightly chubby belly. I had ordered some pride jockstraps so I took a few pictures of my bubble butt framed by them. I already had a few picks of my cock saved from a late night jack off at home so I added them to my album too. I think my cock is average sized at 5 inches but with only porn as my guide, I have no clue if I'm small or big. I changed my profile to read: inexperienced bottom, looking for older to teach me, open to anything and can't host. I was very scared about inviting people to my brand new apartment. I didn't want to have a stalker after just moving and having a hard time finding a cheap apartment. I hesitated but decided not to put I was a virgin for the fear that guys wouldn't be interested, how wrong I was... I uploaded the new pictures and my status before logging off. I was exhausted and passed out on my couch. I woke up early the next morning, made myself a cup of coffee and sat back on the couch. After scrolling threw some work emails, I remembered my profile and quickly logged in. I had over 20 new messages, over half were bots that I deleted right off the start. There were a few younger guys asking if I was interested but I ignored. There was an older black man who stood out, his first message was a coal black cock at least 11 inches and thicker than a beer can. I was stunned by the massive cock filling my phone screen, thinking there was no way I could ever take that. He messaged asking if I wanted to come choke and bounce on his cock, get filled up by his charged load. I didn't understand the last part but favorited his profile for later. Right then I got a new message from a profile, SexiMex. I clicked on his profile to see a hairy dad bod, 6'0 250 uncut 8'5. I was hoping to see more information about him but there was nothing. SM: I haven't seen you on here before, you new in town? Me: yep, I just moved in over the weekend and started work today. We talked back and forth about random stuff before he asked, "so how inexperienced are you?" I froze, not sure if I should tell this hot stranger that I was still a virgin? After a couple minutes of internally debating, I said fuck it and told him. SM: FUCK that is hot! Me: uhhh haha thanks.... SM: Makes your bubble butt even more enticing to fuck. He then sent me a picture of his uncut cock, precum dripping down the length. SM: I'm leaking so much precum thinking about that tight hole Me: Whoa slow down, there is now way I could ever take that. You would break me in half! SM: We will start off slow, work our way up to taking my cock. He started talking me through how he likes to rim a hole, lube it up before slowly increasing how many fingers he will use to stretch me out. At this point my hole was pulsing and I was so horny for this man I met just this morning. Me: I just started this job so I can't take off anytime yet... Since I'm new to town, I don't have any friends yet so I'm free this weekend if you are? SM: Friday night works for me, I can pick up supplies for us. Looking back, I never questioned his supplies and what it actually meant that day. In that moment I thought he meant condoms and lube as I assumed everyone practiced safe sex. We left the conversation there, I was excited but nervous for Friday. We didn't talk the rest of the week but my anxiety was driving me crazy. I almost deleted my profile a couple times but I talked myself out of it. This was my one chance to lose my virginity and he seemed like a nice guy who wouldn't take advantage of me. Friday rolled around and I had to go into the office for some new hire training and meet some more people from my team. I rushed home so I could start getting ready and take a shower. Halfway through my shower a got a message from SexiMex telling me he got the supplies and can't wait to see me later. He told me his name was Joe but to call him Papi while we were together. Nervous but excited, I asked for his address and that I was really to leave. Half an hour later I was in my car driving to the Southside of the city. There were some sketchy looking places but I drove me on. I sat in my car for a moment once I got there, nervous that I was going to lose my virginity to someone I just met online? I jumped a little when I got a message from Papi, " I see you outside, come on up the doors unlocked." I knocked on his door and after he cracked the door to see it was me before he opened it and quickly ushered me in. He locked and bolted the door shut behind me before I could realize that this was not the same man from the pictures. If anything those pictures were taken over 10 years ago. He had a gaunt look to his face, there where some wrinkles stretched around his body and his jock did not look like it was filled out with the monster cock he sent me. Before I could question anything, he started ushering me through the piles of junk to his bedroom. It was no better in the bedroom as I could barely make it to the bed with the piles of books, clothes, boxes and literally anything else. He had a big screen TV at the end of the bed with a young white boy getting gangbanged. He chuckled seeing my face looking around, "sorry for the mess, didn't have time to clean up before you got here." I laughed nervously while I sat on the edge of the bed. I started thinking if there was any way I could escape without feeling embarrassed. My thoughts ended abruptly when he leaned in and started kissing me. He started slow, kissing my lips before he started poking with his tongue looking to explore my mouth. My hands just sat in my lap as I was unsure what to do while his started roaming over my body. He found my nipples and started pinching them lightly before clawing at the bottom of my shirt to get it off of me. Once he got my shirt off, he pushed me back farther on the bed so he could climb up on top of me. He took my right nipple in his mouth, slowly sucking and and bitting. With his right hand, he was pinching and gently pulling on my other nipple. He would work my nipples for a couple minutes before switching it around. I was whimpering at that point, unsure of these new feelings I had but thinking that I liked it since my cock was rock hard. After 20 minutes, my nipples were bruised and tender. I never thought I could get so much pleasure from just playing with my nipples. Papi worked his way back up, stopping at my neck to leave a massive hickey on one side after I started moaning uncontrollably from his kissing. He could tell I was warming up to him but still holding back. Without saying a word he climbed off of me and went into another room. I layed there thinking that this was not that bad, I was actually enjoying it even if he didn't look as hot as what I was expecting. He wanted back into the room with two shot glasses and told me to drink as he got new bottle just for me. I gaged at the taste, not realizing I was taking a shot of ghb. He took the shot glass and left the room again as I layed back down, starting to feel a bit fuzzy. Shouting from the other room, he asked if I ever smoked before? Without waiting for a response, he walked back into the room with what I later will learn is pipe, a bubbler and a bag filled with white crystals. He set everything down on the stand next to the bed and started loading the pipe. I stared at him confused as we never talked about any of this. I watched him hold the torch under the bulb of the pipe, melting the white crystals until whisps of smoke appeared. He slowing started sucking in the smoke before letting the torch go out. What seemed like a minute later, he was blowing the smoke out in my direction and climbing up on the bed. "What is that" I asked nervously. "This is Tina, it's like pot but much much stronger. You will feel amazing. Come sit up and let me show you." He talked me through holding the torch, how to rotate the pipe so I don't burn it and when to start breathing in the white smoke. He took a big hit off the pipe, holding it in for a minute before leaning over telling me to open up. He closed the gap between us, locking his lips against mine and shotgunned the hit to me. I breathed in what I could but the rest billowed around both our heads. I could already feel my body tingling and acting strange from the g but this took me to another level. I coughed a bit as I exhaled but all of a sudden I could feel everything. My nipples and cock felt extra sensitive but he never warned me of the ache I started feeling in my hole. He gave me the pipe and told me to finish out the bowl. Once I got the hang of it and was taking deeper hits, he had me shotgun then back to him. I never noticed my cock shrinking, no longer hard and poking out of the jock. On the other hand, Papi's cock was growing and filling out his jock. He took the pipe away from me on the last draw, sucking in and blowing the smoke out over the two of us. He set the pipe and torch on the stand before pouncing on me again, kissing me with so much tongue before moving down to abuse my nipples even more. I didn't last long before I had to push him off my nipples as it felt like he was going to bite them off. He kissed his way down my body straight to my virgin hole. He pushed my legs back and told me to hold them there before he dived into my ass. He was licking, sucking, and prodding with his tongue trying to get my hole to open up. He started with one finger to try pushing his spit into my hole. Once he got the first finger in, it was eye opening how good it felt. The tina just relaxed me. His finger sawed in and out, just barely starting to hit my prostate. I started leaking some precum once he got to the second and third finger, a wet patch formed on my jock from my tina dick. I was so focused on his fingers me, I did not notice the butt plug he had picked up or the white powder on the end of it. Papi rubbed my prostate one more time before slipping his fingers out and immediately shoving the plug in. It hurt like hell going in, not used to something so rigid and hard stretching my hole open. But then the tina started melting in my ass. My hole felt like it was smoldering from my first booty bump. Papi played around with the plug, sliding it in and out before popping in back in, pushing it as far as it could go. Papi wiped his hands off before packing the pipe again. He leaned back onto the pillows, legs spread out in front of him. He blew a huge cloud of smoke at me before motioning to me to take the pipe. We started shotgunning hits back and forth, taking a minute to make out too. I loved feeling his tongue take over my mouth. After a couple minutes, he started pushing my head down to his nipples, where switched back and forth between them sucking and biting. He encouraged me to go to town and really chew on them as it made him extremely horny. After a while, he pulled my head back up and stuck the pipe back in my mouth. I took a huge hit holding it in for as long as I could. He started pushing me down and said to blow it on on his cock. I started licking and sucking on his cock through the fabric of his jock before the smoke cleared. After a couple minutes, Papi told me to pull his jock off and started feeding me his uncut cock. I gagged on his cock, trying to deepthroat him right off the bat. I wanted to get as much of his cock into my mouth and throat as possible. The tina took over my mind, all I wanted was his cock in my mouth. I must have laid there for over an hour sucking on his cock. Any precum he leaked out coated my throat making it easier to slide his cock all the way in. My jaw started feeling a bit sore at that point so I pulled off his cock, seeing it glisten with my spit and his precum. He told me to lick his hairy balls, feel all that cum he saved up just for me. I tried fitting both in but they where just too big. I started thinking how much cum could he shoot and how many times? My thoughts got interrupted when Papi tapped me on the head head. I leaned forward to start sucking on the pipe again he already had smoking. My lungs felt like they were full but he held the torch under for a few more seconds. He took the pipe away and told me to hold it while taking his own massive hit. I couldn't hold it in anymore and as I blowing the huge cloud out, he reached out to pullme back down on his cock. I didn't gag this time as my nose rested in his pubes and wet balls rest on my chin. He let me up and I immediately gasped for air. "Turn around, I m going to fuck you now."

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Have to say, capitalism in its core isn't evil for starters - it's just a system. Plain and simple. Its up to governments to set the required (and enforced) parameters but it works. This is huge thing. One big reason for it is its self regulating qualities of a sort - You set the parameters and everything adjust to them on its own with time, so as a governor of the system you need to watch it and implement checks and balances on the move (this is manageable). Other systems tend to be top-to-bottom managed and it eventually fails, because there is no capacity to micromanage everything. I remember the last days of USSR and there was literally not even enough toilet paper and women had to make their the sanitary pads - you guessed it there were none to be found in the stores. As a child a remember eating meat only in preschool, and one day a week at home - what an utopia! Well I have survived one shot at "alternative" system and don't want to try the other. I don't actually understand that everyone is yawning how dire the situation is, cause in general we never had it so good. Good questions are: - Why it works and how it self regulates? - What are the consequences? - Why other systems tend to fail? In my opinion the basic principle is well understood SUPPLY - DEMAND set the PRICE creating a balance state.Other system tend to meddle it this basic principle too much so they create imbalances in the system as a whole. And really important component is that you can do as you like if you abide to the rules set by the government. Why it is essential is well stated in Two Concepts of Liberty (by Isaiah Berlin). I encourage everyone contemplating new socio-economic systems to read this piece first.

Thanks for the info!

Fuck yes!!

You were raised right.

As much as I enjoy being the only bottom servicing a top and even better multiple tops having another bottom buddy can be fun too. It adds a bit of healthy competition making us more slutty and greedy. I love ass to mouth play with another bottom sharing cum. I've always had top amd bottom buddies that I can play with. With another top taking turns, spit roasting and double fucking a bottom is hot af.

I danger is intoxicating.

Awesome start! Cant wait to read more!

Sounds like what I would do. Still need to convert though.

Man I don't understand who "sex shame!" We are men! Sex is good, sex is fun! What may work for may be different for someone else! If you don't like something then don't do it! If doesn't meet your OWN morals then don't shame another man cause he has different thoughts, sexual needs, and morals! Above all don't shame HIV, the Men who are HIV positive, and the history of HIV pandemic! It's insulting and shouldn't be used to put others down...be a man, mind your own business, and be better!

Just left... my sweet fb. Damn if he hasn't gone versatile on me, fucked him for the fourth time today, and i really have to psych myself to do it. Just isn't in my wiring, but i care about him and he's bred me 2-3 times a week for going on 5 years now, so it's a really different dynamic. i do it because he wants it, not because i do, so he's sorta tapped into my desire to please. Everything on my body works, but i only get rock hard when a Top shows His desire to penetrate and breed me, or sometimes if He is obviously enjoying getting sucked. my fb gets really verbal when i'm sucking him, really enjoys it, and gets into face fucking me and i can feel His lust and i get hard, and lately when that happens, he presents, so i go for it, but don't stay hard very long, just doesn't turn me on. Weird. It always ends with him breeding me though, which is the only time he's not verbal, and as soon as he pulls out, he hits the shower, so i tend to wonder how he feels once he comes? Still, grateful for him. Our relationship is just fb, we have little else in common, but it's been good.

Asher sat in his last class of the day, horny again, unable to get the moment the guy from last night came inside him. He craved the Warm wet throbbing feeling of the man cumiing inside him. Even the fact that the guy had pozzed him. Made Asher throb. ‘You horny?”’ the man messaged just about as class was getting out. “Of course lol.” Asher texted back. ‘My place now!” There was a pause. “I have a surprise for you.” Asher was excited and was at the mans house in less than twenty minutes. “That’s not bad boy.” The man said by way of greeting. “Thank you, sir.:” Asher smiled as he walked in. Asher started to strip. “Not yet boy, and call me daddy.” He stopped asher. Asher hesitated only slightly as he got in the man’s car, but the man quietly took Asher to a ran down part of town. “This is a bath house.” The man said. “You belong in a place like this.” Asher was a bit confused there were places you could go to take a bath? Like in ancient rome? As the man paid for them to get in, asher soon realized this was nothing like a bath house from rome… this was a place for public sex. Asher stripped down when ordered and put his clothes in a locker, he covered him self. “Some guys like smaller dudes, espically the guys your gonna meet.” Daddy smirked at a now bright red asher. Asher had never felt so embarred, he was naked around other men, not only that they were staring at him like he was a piece of meat; He followed daddy, to a little room with miorrs on the wall with to guys fucking. Asher just watched as the two men grunted and groaned. Asher even subconcionsuly started to play with himself, until he noticed a smirk from daddy. The top grunted, and the pair left. Daddy put asher on his knees and elbows. Asher watched in the mirror as he was mounted like a bitch. He grunted, as daddy slid into him kinda hard. “Ohh daddy.” Asher moaned. Daddy chuckled. “Take My poz Dick, you little poz bitch.” Daddy grunted loudly enough for most people to hear him. “Daddy.” Asher moaned sounding extra helpless hoping daddy would stop, and not notice how embarrsed he was. Daddy pulled Ashers head back. “You’re a poz whore now, get used to how I treat you, you derserve no better.” He whispered in Ashers ear. Asher held his head down, as daddy fucked, his poz ass. Daddy was right he was too ‘toxic’ for most neg guys now, even on meds. If toxic meant what he thought he did. He moaned out involuntarily as daddy pushed in deep and hard, hitting a spot in him he could only call special. Why did being a whore feel so good? “I am a whore daddy!” Asher shouted loud enough for everyone to hear, still unable to raise his head in shame. What would his parents think? “No you’re a worthless whore!” Daddy corrected by pulling ashers head back. Asher hung his head as soon as daddy let his hair go. “Im a worthless wore!”Asher shouted. “Whoes worlthes whore, are you?: daddy askes. “Yours!” Asher answered back. Soon all asher could do was moan, as daddy really let his ass have hit. He was going to get an as full of hiv, of poz cum. He watched dads legs as the pushed addys pelvis in and out of asher. Dady grunted and panted and slammed in hard, and gave asher that warm wet, and pusleating feeling he so craved. Asher moaned out, his cock trobbed, and shot a rope of cum in his face, and he let the rest hit is worthless wore face. Daddy slid out, and to Ashers horror another man mounted him. Asher raised his head, but the man slid inside him before he could object. Asher moaned out, the man grabbed ashered shoulder and pulled him back, forcing his head up. Asher looked around and the line of guys who wanted to beinside of him, his cock got hard again. The kind of chubby stranger sped up, like dady did when he was going to cum. He smalled in and out of asher grunting, hold asher down, which made ashers cock throb. “That’s two poz loads for you bitch.” The man said sliding out. Six more men, bread sher, some more than once, daddy three times. All of them poz. Daddy put a larg butt plug up ashers leaky ass, and the two went back to Daddies house. It was late, and Asher knew he wasny going to make it to class. But that is what Daddy wanted. Daddy had found his young house boy, and pozzed him, the last thing he wanted for asher was to learn independent thinking.

Plug and hold unless filming is involved

Getting Away, Part 11 Matt heads off on his run. He approaches Snake and John driving a golf cart and he stops. Snake says, “Babe. You look so good.” Matt thanks him. Snake asks, “How are you feeling this morning? I had a really great time with you last night.” Matt says, “I think I got cum crazy or dick dumb last night, whatever it’s called. I’m not sure I made good decisions.” Snake’s face falls a bit. He doesn’t want Matt to regret last night. John says, “Yeah I know what you mean. I kinda let things get out of control.” Matt looks at John, the masc bottom who fucked him yesterday, and then got fucked by his friend, and then got fucked in the shower and then got fucked against a tree. He hears the despair that Matt himself has felt so many times. Snake hears the depth of the words too and turns to face John. Snake reaches out to touch Matt’s arm and says, “Hey Matt. I hope you don’t mean us.” Snake’s head turns form Matt to John and back to Matt, seemingly unable to choose where to put his attention. He settles on Matt and says, “Matt, I know I have a reputation, but I really like you. What happened last night was intense. For me, it was like your sexual energy overwhelmed me and everyone around us. I walked around last night after I took you to your cabin and there were more people fucking than I’ve seen in a long time in that field.” John says, “Yeah. Um….you kinda inspired me, I guess. I had sex with my friends.” Matt says, “Rugby and the German?” John blushes and says, “And the others.” Matt says, “How do you feel? I mean, dude I’m sore and a little embarrassed, but I feel crazy sexy cool.” Snake smiles at the TLC reference. John looks up at Matt and seeing his confidence, he almost breaks down. John’s voice is soft and unsteady as he says, “Well, I feel like a scrub.” Matt almost laughs at John’s updated TLC reference. He’s struck at how this guy can keep up the banter even as he feels so low. Matt says, keeping up with the theme, “Um….A scrub can’t get no love from me. And considering you fucked me yesterday. I object to you calling yourself a scrub." Snake jumps in and says, “And….scrubs sit in the passenger side. You drove three of those guys here.” Now Matt can’t help himself and the laugh bursts from his mouth. Matt and Snake are laughing. Snake bumps John’s shoulder with his own. John can feel the good-natured ribbing and camaraderie rising among them. He smiles and laughs. As John's laughter joins their own, Matt says, “When I saw you driving up this morning, I assumed you’d be fucking me in the bushes or something.” Snake smiles and says, “Oh I can definitely fuck you in the bushes.” Matt laughs and says, “Well I’m going to go for a run. But I bet John needs a good fuck.” Matt nods his head at the nearby bushes and jogs off at a trot. John looks at the bushes next to the road where Matt nodded and says, “Those bushes?” Snake says, “Sure.” Snake pulls the golf cart to the side, gets out, and John follows him into the bushes. They discover two guys fucking. The bottom is no stranger to taking a fuck. His shorts are down and his ass is framed by a jockstrap for the top fucking him. The top is jerking the bottom as they fuck. Snake says, “Guess the bushes are popular today.” He leans over and kisses John. John says, “Let’s watch and jerk off.” The bottom is moaning and the top is grunting. John and Snake are jerking off as they watch the action. The bottom braces himself on the ground as the top bends him to arch his back so he can get more leverage for his fuck. The top says, “Where do you want my load?” The bottom looks nervous. John realizes the bottom is probably taking it bareback. He starts jerking faster. Snake kisses John and says, “$10 he takes it.” John says, “No bet. He’s usually a top and he has a boyfriend. He almost always fucks safe. He told me so when he fucked me a couple months ago.” Snake says, “Did he use a condom to fuck you?” John says, “We didn’t have any.” Snake winks and says, “He’s going to take the load.” At that moment, the bottom they are watching get fucked says, “Wherever you want.” Top says, “Wherever I want. Fuck dude. I’m nutting in you.” Four strokes later and the top grabs the bottom’s hips and blows his load in the guy’s ass. Snake kisses John and lowers John to the ground. John pushes off his shorts and lifts his legs giving Snake access to his well fucked ass. Snake says, “Can I fuck you bareback?” John says, “Fuck yeah.” The other top and bottom watch as Snake slides his perfect cock into John and begins to fuck. Snake says, “Fuck you feel so good. I’m not going to last long.” Snake, wanting his bottom to enjoy this fuck, wraps his slightly calloused hand around John’s cock and strokes him. The rough sensation on his cock along with the cool earth on his back jars John. His eyes bolt open and his mouth opens in a wide O. He starts cumming on his defined body. Snake, feeling the ass muscles tighten on his cock, blows in John. The other couple are watching as Snake cums in John and John cums on himself. John and Snake are oblivious to them as the two men hold each other in their fuck post bliss.

I used to be worried and ashamed that I do like and really get turned on by being a slut, taking loads, just enjoyiong sex without careing about consequences. For a while I did hold back, but then I saw that my life pretty much passes without me ever doing the stuff I like and crave. Thankfully I was able to drop that completely, I'm probably not poz, but I'm also not on prep and I do not give a fuck. I wish I had choosen that path some years earlier, but whatever ✌🏻

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02 I arrived at the hotel, and there was the Asian guy waiting for me outside smoking a cigarette. “Hey, I am Peter.” Peter was very tall, about 6’1, mid 30, had a very nice swimmers body. He was wearing a suit but I could tell by his silhouette and posture. I haven’t slept with a hot asian guy for so long, I almost got too excited. He made me feel like a little girl. He had that confidence I love. “My friend is a bit older. But I guess you don’t mind that. You told me you were more into older White men.” He said. “Wait, when did I tell you that?” I asked. “This was my third time messaging you. You declined my last 2 offers.” I did’t remember him because he had no face pics on his Grindr profile and I had deleted his messages. What an idiot was I to miss this hot guy! But it all really worked out in our both favors in the end. We were about to have a 3-some instead, and this was going to be my first time trying Tina as well. I got so hard thinking about it while we were in the elevator. As we got to the room, a tall White daddy greeted me. “Hey, how are you? I am Matt.” Matt was about the same height as Peter, about 6’1, mid 50, salt and pepper hair, green eyes. His face looked a little angry which totally turned me on. He had a broad shoulder, little bit of belly, and fit slender body. “Make yourself comfortable. Would you like some wine?” “Sure.” Matt poured some wine and offered it to me. I was so horny. I was ready to jump in and start sucking their dicks, but they were very relaxed and chill, so I couldn’t really do that in that atmosphere. Matt was visiting from NYC and they actually haven’t seen each other for quite a long time. They had some catching up to do. They chatted about 15 mins while I finished my wine. “So, you said this is your first time? Are you sure you want to do this?” Matt asked me. “Yes. How are we doing it? Smoke? Slam? or bootybump?” I replied. “Haha, you already know a lot about it, I don’t think this is your first time!” Matt laughed. “Peter, can you show this kid how to smoke pipe while I set this up?” Matt pointed to a bag on the desk. “Sure. Come here, kiddo.” He gestured me to follow him. Peter pulled out a small bag filled with white shards, a pipe and a lighter. He dropped a few shards in the pipe and then started to light. “You don’t want the lighter to be too close, you will burn it and ruin it. That’s not good. Watch this.” A white smoke started to form in the pipe, and then he put the pipe between my lips. “Suck on it, very slowly and steady as much as you can, and then hold it as long as you can before you exhale.” I followed his exact instruction. And I had hold it for about a minute. “Oh, wow Kiddo, you can hold it a lot! Good job! Now, do it again, you do it yourself this time” Peter handed me the pipe. I was very careful trying not burn it. And then I started to suck again. Slow and steady. I held even bigger hit this time. I finally understood why they call it ‘Cloud’. That’s when I started to feel something. A sensation, that’s waking up every cell in my body, an energy flow that streams and circles in my body. My body started to feel tingling sensation, it was very warm and calm as well. At the same time, I felt free. I was free from all the conditions that made me conscious about myself. I was free from my own mind. I felt sexy and confident. And then this big wave of extreme horniness, a crave to suck a dick overtook my entire brain and my body. I had never felt that horny in my life. There was only one thing I could ask. “Can I please suck you dick, Peter? Please?” I said as I undressed.