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John’s Interlude, Part 3 As Snake and John pull their clothes on Snake says, “Should we finish the ride back to your campsite?” John says, “I’ll walk. I need to clear my head this morning.” Snake says, “Don’t let sex get to you. You’re having fun. Thinking about it too much can really fuck with good sex.” Snake smiles. John starts to walk away in the direction of his campsite. Snake watches as he goes - this sexy masculine bottom with his nice ass, moving under the shorts which barely cover his ample ass. Snake moans softly, “Fuuccckkkkk.” Meanwhile, John is already thinking……… “Where was I all night?” That’s what my friends will want to know. Well, fuck that. It’s my business. Besides they ran a train on my ass last night in public. It’s not like they have any right to judge me or get protective now. John’s internal dialogue is merciless this morning. “If only I hadn’t let the German fuck me, I wouldn’t be in this mess.” “I could still be respected by my friends as a top if I’d only not gotten so horny.” “Why did I drop to my knees and suck off all my friends and then ask them to fuck me?” “Why did I let them all bareback my ass?” Now everyone at home will know that I give up my ass bareback. FUCK! And, “Where was I last night?” I was in the Southeast RV Park getting my ass railed all night by a couple of bears. There is something so sexy about how men want my body and want my ass. It feels so good to feel their hands on me, groping, feeling, pulling, exploring. It also feels so slutty to ask if they want to fuck me and see the light in their eyes knowing I’ll give them my ass. Then seeing the disappointment when the guys realized they didn’t have condoms. Fuck it was so hot to say, “Fuck man. I really want to get fucked. Do you want to slide in and see how it feels? Just a couple strokes? I really want to get fucked.” Then see the one bear’s face in complete surprise and the other in disbelief as I was offering them my masculine, beefy, muscled ass bareback. FUCKKKK! So hot. Then as the one guy lubed up and slid inside me, he said I was really wet. I said, “Dude I am so horny to get fucked.” This happens to me sometimes. In the dark of the RV, with the lights turned off, he didn’t notice that he was fucking a lot of other men’s cum into my ass. He said, “I haven’t fucked bareback in so long.” I said, “It feels really good.” The guy took about 20 strokes so slow I thought I was going to die from anticipation. Breathing hard, as if he was trying to control himself, he said, “You feel so good. Can I fuck you bareback a bit longer?” Feigning my status as a “safe sex bottom” (which is a fucking turn on), I said “I don’t know man. I don’t usually fuck bareback but this feels so good.” He said, “It feels really good for me too. I said, “If I let you keep going, you might cum in me.” With his bare cock still buried in my ass as we negotiated I said, “You feel good in me this way man. If you are about to cum, say so, ok?” “Wow, oh fuck,” he said as he started fucking me slowly again. I started sucking on his friend’s cock. At one point he said, “You feel so good.” I came off the other cock and said, “Your cock feels amazing. Keep going.” He starts fucking me again and I squeeze my ass on his cock. He moans. He says, “You feel so good. I might cum.” I squeeze down again as he strokes inside me. He groans and said, “Oh I’m close.” I keep sucking his friends cock. He pulls out and slides back in and once again I squeeze down on his cock. He says, “I’m going to cum.” I pull off and say, “Oh fuck. Don't stop fucking me.” It's like he realized in that moment that I would let him cum inside me bareback. He started fucking me faster. He was no longer careful about not cumming in my ass. He grabbed my hips and grunted and blew his load inside me. His friend fucked me bareback too. He lasted a shorter time but came in me as his friend watched. Then we went for a second round and I took 2 more loads off them. Then I rode one of them while he smoked a cigarette sitting outside. He came in me again. It was so hot. Before I left this morning, the guys asked if I wanted to use a new enema they had. It was still in the package, so I used it to clean out. My ass was the only part of me clean when I heard Snake call out to me this morning. So……you assholes….that’s where I was; not that I’m telling you guys any of that. Nor am I telling you that the park worker that saw me getting railed yesterday bred me this morning. John smiles and thinks to himself…….Maybe if I grab my towel and toiletries, make my way to the shower, and clean up; I’ll find more dick in the showers this morning.

I was on grindr this morning with a load in my hole and looking for more. I was super excited to get a message from Omar, not his real name, a beautiful looking Arab guy with a perfect 9.5" cock and half my age at 24. I feel like my whole body is getting fucked when he fucks me. Last time he fucked me was a few weeks ago at my place for 3 hours while 4 guys watched us. This time he was playing with two friends that I also know and maybe played with before. I didn't ask who they were. I responded that ill be there in 10 minutes I had hooked up with one of the guys a few times fat 7" cock, 18, looks 10 years older and a new guy that's just moved to the area. Mid 40s and so hairy and handsome, sitting on the couch stroking his 10" cock . Between them I got 6 loads, 2 from my Arab friend and 3 from the 18 year old. Most of them when they double fucked me. After 3 hours I went home and received a grindr message from the the hairy guy with the 10" cock to meet up and chill, we explored each other's bodies for hours . It was beautiful and we dumped a load in each other's hole. 8 loads in my hole and bred 1 load

That night I laid in my dorm bed, with tears in my eyes, thinking about how in the last 48 hours I had completely destroyed my life. My new roommate, who I had just met for the first time that afternoon, was snoring in his bed on the other side of the room. I was conflicted with myself, angry at myself, for letting myself fall so far down this rabbit hole. What made it worse was I didn’t try and stop any of it. On the same token I was thinking to myself how much I loved Adrian’s cock plowing my hole and breeding me with his poz cum, even though I never should have allowed it. I rubbed the covering of my new tattoo, thinking about how I was now permanently marked. I prayed that nobody knew what it really meant. I decided that I would have to try and salvage my life. I would have to live a double life, one where I was the typical college guy, and the other where I lived to keep Adrian happy. I knew god forbid if I upset him, whatever he would do to punish me would probably ruin my life. I knew I just had to accept it and try and keep it secret. I also knew I would be unable to live without that big black cock after he had turned me into his “faggot”. I cringed at the thought of being called that word. 48 hours ago I never dreamed of a cock in my ass, now I was laying in my dorm bed, next to my new roommate, with a black mans poz cum marinating in my ass and my own cock locked in some fucking plastic tube. The rest of the day after leaving the tattoo shop with Adrian was a blur. We started driving toward campus, me sitting in the passenger seat not saying a word, with that fat fucking tattoo artists cum leaking out of my ass. I was pissed at Adrian for letting that dude fuck me, but I knew it was no use trying to confront him about it. Adrian must have sensed I was upset with him, because after a few minutes in silence he started to rub my thigh over the center counsel. “I know your pissed at me baby boy. You gotta remember who owns that ass now. The minute you let my black python in that tight pussy it was mine. I’m gonna do whatever the fuck I want with that pussy. That clear?” I gulped. “Yes sir”. We pulled up to the dorms, and it was chaos with people walking around everywhere moving into the dorms. Adrian parked the Jeep, and I tried to tell him he could just drop me off. “Oh hell no baby boy. You think Daddy is just gonna drop his baby boy off at college and not check out the new digs and help him get settled? Fuck no I’m helping you move in”. Adrian must have sensed I was uptight about this, knowing that my life would be over if anybody found out I was just turned out and fucked by this big black dude, because as he turned off the car he leaned over and put his hand up to my chin. He pulled me close to him, softly. He looked me in the eye, with a hint of compassion, and told me he wouldn’t out me in front of my friends, and then pulled me in for a kiss. As he pulled away, he snickered “not yet anyway”, and got out of the car. I had a glimpse of hope that Adrian seemed to have some compassion in his body. We made it up to my room, and my roommate, Ethan, clearly had not arrived yet as his side was still bare. Ethan was a randomly assigned roommate, and I had only talked to him over social media up until this point. All of my friends had decided to get an apartment off campus, but my parents refused to help me pay the rent live with them, so I was stuck in the dorms for another year. We had kind of drifted apart over the summer, and I had not talked to them for awhile. From what I knew about Ethan, he was a hockey boy from the Minnesota, but seemed pretty cool. Adrian helped me unpack my things and put them away. A few of my neighbors stopped by to introduce themselves, and Adrian just put on a bro attitude and said he was a family friend who had come to help me move in. I thanked god that nobody seemed to question it, even though Adrian kept fondling my ass whenever he had the chance. Everytime he did this, my body went stiff with panic, knowing that somebody might see. Adrian loved fucking with me like this, and laughed every time he did it. Adrian went through all of my clothes, throwing away anything he decided wasn’t sexy or revealing enough. He also took all of my underwear and tossed them in the garbage bag (which he took with him when he left so I wouldn’t dig them out), saying that fag boys don’t wear boxer briefs and he would be getting me some proper fag boy undies. My face burned red with embarrassment. After I was all settled in, Ethan still had not arrived. By now it was early afternoon, and Adrian said he was about to take off, but we had one more thing to do before he left. He closed the door and locked it, before walking over to me and pulling me into him tightly. I could feel his big bulge rubbing against my crotch. He slid his hands around my waist, and down the back of my shorts, cupping my ass cheeks. “Daddy’s gonna breed this college pussy before he goes. Hanging around all these college boys all afternoon has made me fucking horny.” I went into sheer panic. There was no fucking way. He couldn’t fuck me here. We would for sure get caught. What if Ethan walked in while he was fucking me? My life would be over. “Daddy you…we can’t fuck here…what if we get caught? Please!”. “That just makes me fucking hornier. Fucking rush of getting caught makes me wanna breed you even more fag boy. The longer you stall the longer this takes and the more chance we have of your whole dorm finding out you like black cock in your ass”. With that, his hands pushed my shorts down to my ankles, his hands never leaving my ass cheeks. My heart was racing a thousand miles a minute. This can’t be fucking happening, I thought to myself. But I knew that Adrian would take what he wants, and there was no chance trying to change his mind, so I better just get this over with. He pushed me over to the bare mattress that Ethan would have when he arrived. He pushed me up onto the bed on all fours, with my ass hanging over the side. I felt him move behind me, and I looked back to see his shorts drop to his ankles. We both were naked from the waist down. Adrian spit on his cock, and I felt him line it up against my hole, before he slowly sunk into my ass balls deep. I was thankful that the tattoo artist’s cum was still in my ass for lube. “Oh this tight fucking pussy is so fucking awesome baby boy. Oh fuck yeah”. He started jack hammering my hole, with only the sound of his balls slapping my ass filling the room. I prayed nobody would hear, but at the same time with that black cock in my ass I quickly found myself back in heaven. I was whimpering like a bitch in heat, trying to be quiet so nobody would hear. I put a pillow over my face to drown out the moans. I thought about that I was in this same situation my in my dorm last year, but then it was my girlfriend trying not to moan as I fucked her. Now I was the one being railed. At this point I didn’t fucking care who heard, or if Ethan even walked in and caught us. I just needed Daddy’s dick. My own cock was trying to get hard, but couldn’t in the confines of its cage. “What do you think those neighbor boys would think of they knew my big black cock was up your pussy right now? Hmm? You think they know you’re a faggot? You think they know I took this white ass and made into my pussy? Hmm? Fuck this ass is so fucking good. Fuuccckkk. I can’t wait to put another load of poz babies up your pussy. I wonder if your new friends know you will be walking around with my poz babies leaking out”. Adrian was talking to me in low tones, almost in a whisper, so only we could hear. All I could do was moan into the pillow as he kept ramming my ass with his black hammer. His thrusting became irregular before I felt his body tense up. I felt my ass get warmer as his black cock spurtted another poz load up my ass. He pulled out, and the load, mixed with the other load in my ass, dripped down the back of my ball sack and onto the bed. Adrian told me to “stay the fuck there” as he pulled up his shorts and walked over to a small bag he had brought in earlier. Now that the fuck was over, I again was on edge knowing that we could be caught any minute. Adrian came back and felt him push something against my ass. “Daddy bought you a plug for you to keep those poz loads up your pussy so you can let them marinate and knock you up”. I felt the plug slid into my ass and pop around the flared end. The plug wasn’t overly large, just enough to feel full and not forget it was there. “Keep this plug in until bed time, got that faggot?” I shook my head yes. He spanked my ass and told me I better get up before my roommate caught me with my pants down. Not even 10 minutes later, Ethan showed up. Too fucking close to getting caught, but I was happy I got Daddy’s cock before he left. I was still nervous about being bred with his poz cum, but I put that out of my mind as Ethan carried his stuff in. Adrian introduced himself and then took off, taking the garbage bag of my underwear and clothes he didn’t like with him, winking at me as he closed the door. Me and Ethan hit it off. We get along pretty well, and he seemed like we could be friends. He’s about 6’1”, muscular from playing hockey, and a full head brown hair cut into a high fade, with longer locks on top. He was your typical bro, and seemed straight as they come. I found out he was a freshman, and he was happy to be out of the house, as his parents were strict conservatives. He told me he couldn’t wait to hit up the college parties and score some pussy. I told him that I just got dumped by my girlfriend, and I played along that I was on the hunt for more pussy too, trying to convince myself at the same time I didn’t need Daddy’s cock. He high fived me, and then noticed my new tattoo. I told him I just thought it looked cool, praying he would not figure out what it really meant. Little did he know it meant I was turned into a black cock faggot and that my ass was plugged with a load of poz cum. I decided he could never find out my secret. I needed a friend who I could act normal with. That night, as I got ready for bed, I got a text from Daddy. I laid on my bed and read it, my heart racing. “How’s baby boy’s first night? Here’s how this shit is gonna go. You check in every morning. You send a picture of what you’re wearing that day, if I approve I will let you know. If I don’t think its what my fag boy should be wearing you will change. Text me your class schedule. I wanna know when you’re free. Daddy’s gonna find you more cock for you to practice on this week. Don’t worry, they won’t be fucking you, not yet anyway. I wanna keep that pussy tight until Daddy gets a positive pregnancy test. If you get sick this week, we will call it morning sickness, let me know. Plan to spend all next weekend with me. I will pick you up after class Friday. You will also check in with me every night before bed. That clear bitch?”. I gulped and my heart raced. My hands trembled as I just typed back “yes sir”. What the fuck did he mean by morning sickness? Further down the rabbit hole I go.

Even now I'm not really sure what came over me - but this is the story of what happened. My name is Paul, and at the time this story begins, I was 27 years old and very happily married to Ryan. Ryan was the same age as me, and we had been together for six years, and married for four. I can honestly say I had never been happier - I had never cheated on Ryan and I could never imagine wanting anyone but him. We were definitely made for each other - though a bit different temperamentally, we had the same values and we enjoyed the same things. We enjoyed being together and I can honestly say I had never loved anyone the way I loved Ryan. I loved his sense of humour, his integrity and, of course, his sexy body. Ryan was smaller than me but quite muscular, with dark hair, a cheeky smile and an arse that made my cock hard every time I looked at it! I also admired him. Ryan was a nurse and loved his job - he loved helping people and I knew his smile often made as much difference to his patients as his care did. He also cared passionately about sexual health and worked three hours a week as a volunteer nurse at a sexual health clinic. I was a consultant in the tech team of a large IT company and, while I earned a lot more money than Ryan, I couldn't help being aware that his job was by far the more valuable. Ryan and I met through friends a year or two after I finished university. I liked him straight away and we started seeing each other. The first time we went out we went for an Italian meal and a drink and then we went back to my flat and fucked. I couldn't wait to get Ryan's pants down and I was really hoping he would want me to fuck him. He did - and although he explained that he never did it without a condom, we had a truly great fuck and I enjoyed every single minute of it. We started seeing each other regularly and after six months we moved in together. We talked about safe sex and Ryan explained how important it was to him and I was happy to fall in with his wishes. My record on safe sex was, on the whole, quite good - though not of course anything like as good as Ryan's. I had mostly played safe, but now and then if a fit lad offered me his arse and wanted me to go in bare, I did. On the whole, I enjoyed fucking without a condom more - but I was careful most of the time. I was mostly a top - I would say I was a top about 90% of the time - but now and then I liked to take it up the arse. I especially enjoyed taking it on my back with my legs in the air - I'm not sure why, but there's something really horny about lifting my legs and letting some fit guy bang my arse. I must admit, I did sometimes take it up the arse without a condom too. Of course I knew it was risky, but I didn't mind taking a chance now and then, and somehow that added to the excitement. I remember once about a year or so before I met Ryan, I was at a civil partnership ceremony and got talking to a couple who were at the same table as me. We got on well and I was getting definite vibes that they might be up for a threesome. After the meal, we took a walk in the woods behind the hotel where the celebration was taking place. I had had a few drinks by this time, and was very much in a bottom mood. I ended up going down on them both and a short time later I was leaning up against a tree, pants and smart trousers at my ankles as first one then the other fucked me hard up the arse. None of us had condoms so we just went bare and I took both their loads up me. A few months before I met Ryan, I was assigned a three month project working with an external consultant. The other guy was a really handsome black guy called Akim. Akim was the same age as me but a bit more experienced and he led on the project. I liked Akim, and we got on well, but I didn't think we would have much in common. He was quite sporty and told me he was a devout Christian. He also had a girlfriend whom he talked about quite a lot. However, he wasn't bothered when I told him I was gay and the project got off the ground on schedule. I also found Akim really attractive and could not help noticing the sizeable bulge that always seemed to be visible at the front of his suit trousers. I tried hard not to look at it, but I was fairly sure that Akim had noticed my attention wandering to the front of his trousers one night when we were working late together. A little later on, he told me he had noticed me looking at the front of his trousers and, much to my surprise, asked me if I would like to see what he had inside them. A short time later, Akim had unzipped his trousers and pulled his pants down to his knees and I was sucking on one of the biggest cocks I had ever had in my mouth. I sucked him for a while and then he told me that he would love to fuck me. We didn't have any condoms or any lube - and I knew I could never take a cock that big up my arse without lube, so we contented ourselves with me sucking his cock until he came in my mouth. The next time we worked late alone, I let Akim fuck me. He had said he would bring everything we needed but, although he produced some lube, I was surprised to find that he hadn't brought any condoms. I wasn't really that bothered though and, to tell the truth, the thought of taking his big cock up my arse without a condom was really turning me on. I sucked him for while and then I bent over my desk, my pants and trousers pulled down below my bum and my shirt pushed up my back as Akim fucked me bareback and shot what felt like a huge load right up my arse. After that, we fucked regularly, mostly with me bent over the desk, but a couple of times I pulled off my shoes, trousers and pants and laid back on the desk in just my shirt and socks, my legs in the air as Akim fucked me and shot another big load up me. I enjoyed all these encounters very much but, like I said, most of the time I was content to be a top. This suited Ryan very well - he loved to be fucked, but was not so keen on topping. For the first months we were together we used condoms and then we decided to get tested and hopefully stop using them. Our test results came back negative and, on the night of our first anniversary, I fucked Ryan for the first time without a condom. I can't tell you how good it felt - I had always loved fucking Ryan and tonight his hole felt so much tighter around my dick as I pushed it up his arse and began to fuck. Ryan was in his favourite position - on his back with his legs over my shoulders - and we didn't hold back. That night I dumped two loads right up him and in the morning I added a third. After that, we stopped using condoms. We were very happy and after a few years we managed to buy a small house together. It was in a small village outside the town (that was all we could afford) but we really loved it. When we had been there a few years, our lovely neighbour sold her house and moved out. The house bordered on to ours at an angle and I was hoping we would get good neighbours in her place. She told us she had sold the house to a gay couple, one of whom was a solicitor. She wasn't sure what the other one did. A few weeks later, they moved in and after a day or so they came over to introduce themselves. Peter was the solicitor, a small, blond, serious looking guy and the other guy was called Aidan. Aidan was a stocky, dark haired Irish guy and I have to admit I found him quite attractive. After they had settled in they invited us over for dinner one Saturday evening. They were good company and we had a very enjoyable time. I couldn't help noticing that Aidan had a really fit arse. I should explain, I am a bit of an arse guy - I think the arse is definitely my favourite part of a guy - and I love nothing more than pulling a guy's arse cheeks apart and sticking my tongue right into his hole. Ryan's arse was quite smooth, with just a few hairs around his hole, but I guessed that Aidan's was probably quite hairy - judging by the time he dropped a fork and bent down to pick it up, giving me a really good view of the top of his pants and the crack of his arse. As I said, they were both good company and, although Peter talked of his work quite a bit, I wasn't really sure what Aidan did. Once or twice during the evening, I thought I caught Aidan glancing at me, and there was something in his glance that made me feel a bit horny. That night I fucked Ryan hard up the arse and came almost immediately. We had both had a few drinks and we fell asleep quite quickly, but a few hours later I woke up with a raging hard on. I nudged Ryan awake and told him I was feeling really horny. He kissed me and then knelt up on the bed. I slipped my cock up him easily (he still had my first load in him) and fucked him again until I dumped a second load up him. The following Saturday evening, we invited Peter and Aidan to dinner with us. The conversation turned to work and I asked Aidan what he did. He told me that we wasn't working at the moment as he had been quite ill for a while. I asked if he was feeling better now and he said he was. Then he told us that he was HIV positive and, due to complications, had been unable to take meds so was currently unmedicated. I was really surprised by his honesty and even more so when Peter added that he was negative so they always had to use condoms. A short time later, the subject was changed, but for some reason I couldn't stop thinking about what Aidan had told us. When we had finished the meal, Ryan poured some more drinks and I cleared the table and took the dishes through to the kitchen. Aidan said he would give me a hand and joined me in the kitchen. He smiled at me and said he hoped he hadn't embarrassed us by talking about his HIV. I said no, of course not, and added that it must be hard always having to use condoms. "Ah well," said Aidan, "It would be," he lowered his voice, "if I always used them!" "Oh," I said confused, "I thought Peter said you always use condoms." "I do always use condoms," said Aidan and then, lowering his voice he added "when I'm with Peter!" He winked at me and, just for a moment, rested his hand on my arse. I could feel myself blushing and I hoped that Aidan wouldn't notice the fact that my dick was suddenly getting hard in my pants. A short time later we were safely back out with Ryan and Peter and we had a few more drinks. I was sure I could feel Aidan looking at me from time to time and I tried hard not to look back at him. When we got home, Ryan asked me if I was alright and said I had seemed a bit distracted as the evening went on. I assured him I was fine and that night in bed, we fucked. We were both horny, and enjoyed a great fuck. Ryan ran his hand down my arse crack as I fucked him and then, as he sometimes did, he pushed his finger against my arsehole. He pushed his finger in to my hole as I fucked him and a short time later I came right up his arse. The next morning, Ryan was working and I had a lie in. I woke up with a hard on and began to play with myself. I wondered what Aidan had meant the night before when he said that he always used condoms with Peter. I guessed that he meant he sometimes fucked with other guys and did not use condoms, despite being HIV positive and not on meds. I was wanking now as I imagined what Aidan's cock would look like - I imagined it would be big and hairy. I took hold of my cock and began to really wank myself as I imagined Aidan pulling off his trousers and pants and squatting over me so that I could push my tongue up his hairy arse. As I said earlier, I'm mostly a top, but I liked to be fucked now and then and Ryan was really not into topping so I hadn't been fucked for a long time. Ryan pushing his finger up my arse had really turned me on and now I began to wonder what it would be like to be fucked by Aidan. I was wanking harder now, as I imagined spreading my legs so that Aidan could fuck me. Then I thought he might want to fuck me without a condom even though he was HIV positive and not on meds and somehow this thought turned me on even more. Just as I imagined Aidan pushing his bare cock into my arse, I shot my load all over myself. A couple of months went by. We socialised with Peter and Aidan now and then and a few times I saw Aidan working in the garden - their garden joined ours at an angle so I had a perfect view. Sometimes I would watch Aidan discreetly as he worked in the garden - he still wasn't working at that point - and I loved seeing him bend over and show his arse crack. I was wanking all the time now when Ryan was at work - I hadn't masturbated so much since I was a teenager - and if I'm being honest, most of the time I was thinking about Aidan One time I was watching Aidan doing some work in the garden out of our bedroom window. He was wearing shorts and a black top and I had a great view of his hairy arms and legs. I caught sight of his arse crack a couple of times and began to play with my cock. I was fairly sure he didn't know I was watching as he stepped up to the wall and pulled out his dick. Almost immediately he began to piss hard against the wall, standing back from the wall spraying his piss up and down. I watched fascinated as he finished pissing and, instead of putting his dick back in his shorts, he began to play with it. He was hard now and began to play with his cock - it was just as I had imagined - big and hairy. I pushed my hand into my pants and began to play with my cock as I watched Aidan wanking. I was still confident he didn't know I was watching and a few minutes later I could tell he was getting close. Aidan wanked his cock a few more times and then turned and looked straight at me as he wanked a huge load of cum out in front of himself. That was too much for me and I shot my load into the front of my pants. Then Aidan winked at me and went back into the house. I didn't know what to think - I had been caught watching Aidan - I don't think I had ever felt so mortified, but I also don't think I had ever felt so turned on - my cock was rock hard, even though I had just shot a load. I suddenly thought of something and opened the bottom drawer of Ryan's chest. I wondered if what I was looking for would still be there, but under some pairs of pants, I found it. It was a large rubber dildo - thick and about seven inches long. It was Ryan's from when he was single and we had kept it to use for fun. I had used it on Ryan quite a few times and once or twice he had used it on me, although we hadn't played with it for a while. I pulled off my pants, trousers and socks and bent over the bed. I rubbed some lube on my hole and then pushed the dildo gently against my arsehole. I hadn't been fucked for a long time and it hurt going in to my arse but I really wanted it - I needed to be fucked! I pushed the dildo slowly right up my arse and began to fuck myself with it. I remembered bending over the desk for Akim, the IT guy, and tried to think of him. I also tried hard to think of Ryan, and imagine it was him standing behind me, but my thoughts kept turning to Aidan. I fucked myself for a while, and then I pulled the cock out my arse, laid back on the bed, and raised my legs. I pushed the dildo back up my arse. This was how I wanted Aidan to fuck me - on my back with my legs in the air - and I didn't want him to use a condom. I wanted him to push his bare cock up my arse and fuck me. I was fucking myself really hard now as I thought how much I wanted Aidan to cum in me. I knew that would probably mean he would give me HIV, but just at that moment I wanted him to give it to me. I wanted that big, hairy cock to cum in my arse and get me pregnant. I wanted him to give me a baby! As I thought this I shot one of the biggest loads of my life all over myself. I had finally admitted to myself that I wanted Aidan to knock me up - I wanted him to poz my cunt! But I knew I would never do it. Would I?

Just a lil low down going into the story So my neighbor and his wife split years ago. She left him and their son one day and never came back. So I was always,the helpful neighbor, and watched his son. Who is one year younger than my son. So it worked out. After my son left for college lil Seth was depressed and lonely I told him it will pass. What I didn't know if they were experiment together so that's why he was lookin like a sad puppy. But it's his 18th birthday in a month so I told his dad, who is going to be on a business trip in JAPAN for his sons bday, that il take care of it he will have a great time. His dad said ok and left for a month. The dad comes his dad had a brand new dodge ram rebel parked in the garage for him. So he woke up to a already great Day. Took him shopping to eat, and he was happy. But then we stopped to shoot some pool. Local tavern. His bday; I bought us some pitchers ( of soda....not) I didn't know that this is his actual first beer. So he is getting buzzed fast. I ended up carrying him out. He's laughing the whole way. Get him home. Up in his bed, take his shirt off and pants to get into bed. To my suprise when I took off his pants, his, 9in.....thick, pink tipped cock sprang out. My jaw dropped. And Seth says, " I knew it, I knew you liked cock." I said , yes I do. He says with a evil grin, I'm not that buzzed off beer, I wanted to pretend, cuz I want you Mr. Steve. I've wanted you since I started getting boners. But your son took care of it til now. He smacks his cock to my face, and says, and, with an evil grin again. "I've seen Poz Twitter account. SINCE the first time I started my addiction to you being my poz daddy I don't want anyone but u to be the one to seed me. He turns onto his stomach and pulls his undies down over his plump boy bubble butt and Says, you know u want to taste it. He spreads his cheeks and my tongue is buried. End of part one. To be continued....

Met a fit guy on the apps, he asked what I was into, I said I wanted to give or take a load, or both. We agreed to hook up at the beach, in the forest. I was early, so I was sitting out in the sun in rugby shorts, I saw him take the trail into the forest. When I got to the spot in the forest, he was already stripped out of his gym clothes, down to his underwear. I took off my singlet. And was just in rugby shorts and running shoes. He was fit and hot, I guess he had been messaging me from the gym. We had a bear hug. He was freshly showered. He took off his briefs and was totally naked. I stripped down to my briefs and running shoes. I got behind him and gave him another bear hug. He grabbed some lube and lubed up his hole and my cock. I pushed in slow and gave him a couple of long slow strokes, I could see what looked like cum on my cock. This made me horny as fuck. I wondered if he took a load in the gym locker room. We fucked for five minutes, he was bracing himself against a tree. He looked back at me and I said to him, I was going to cum. He was stroking his cock, I told him I wanted him to cum in me. I built up some speed and blew my cum in his ass. I held my cock in for a minute until I stopped pulsing. He got behind me and lubed up my hole, his cock was quite big and we had to try a couple of time to get in me. I bent over and put my hands on the ground, so he could get a good angle. He got it in, gave me a couple slow half thrusts and then pushed all the way in. I thought I wasn’t going to be able to take it, because of his size, but let him build up some good speed and depth. It did not take him long and he busted his nut deep in me. We agreed that we should meet again one day after work.

What was that about "less government" I heard all those people who voted for the current administration saying?

Chapter 3 I was startled when I felt a warm wet sensation around my ass. I looked back to see Adrian had his mouth around my ass and his tongue was swirling around my hole. This sensation was new to me, and the thought of of somebodies mouth on my ass was gross as hell, but I quickly fell in love with that tongue working around my ass. It felt so fucking good. Adrian held my legs in my place with his firm hands. His mouth kept working around my ass in circles, and I felt it working more and more into my hole. It felt so damn good I started pushing back on Adrian's face, trying to get more. I never wanted it to stop. I started letting out small moans that I could not control. My mind seemed to forget that I was about to be fucked and the predicament I was in, and all the tension just melted from my body. I felt betrayed by my body, I did not want to enjoy this but I could not control myself. My dick was hard as I had ever seen it and leaking like crazy. My ass was so wet with Adrian's spit, I could feel it running down my crack and over my balls. Adrian moved his mouth from my ass, and I felt my whole twitch. I let out an instinctive moan "mmmpphh Daddy please don't stop". I could not believe the words that I had just come out of my mouth. Did I just call this guy Daddy without even thinking about it? "Look at you little faggot, pushing your ass back in the air trying to keep it filled. You're such a slut". With that Adrian gave my ass a few more playful smacks. "Your such a little pussy boy, loving getting that pussy eaten out getting ready to be fucked by a big cock. I love turning little white sluts like you". The high I was on suddenly came crashing down, remembering that I was about to take a big black cock up my virgin ass. Adrian reached around and shoved a finger in my mouth before I could even react. "Get that finger wet so Daddy can stretch that little pussy so his big cock doesn't rip it up". I started sucking with everything I had, hoping to get that finger as wet as I could before he tried to stick it up my hole. Adrian took the finger from my mouth and it was quickly working around my ass hole. He pressed against my hole, swirling it around, before I finally felt it break the threshold and slide up my ass. It suprisingly didn't hurt, probably because his tongue had just worked it open a little bit. The finger just made my ass feel full. My cock twitched and a drop of precum slid out. "What the fuck is going with me?", I thought to myself. "Yeah baby open that hole up for Daddy's big dick", Adrian said to me as he starting working his finger in and out of my hole. I started to enjoy the finger in my ass as much as the tongue that had just been in it. Adrian was moving his finger in circle's, and every once in awhile it hit something in my ass that made me twitch and moan. I could not believe these new great feelings I was feeling in my ass. "Listen to you moan like one of your college sluts with a finger in your ass. Goddamn I'm turning you into such a little faggot". I was so embarassed, but I didn't care, as long as what Adrian was doing to my ass didn't stop. "Time for more little girl", Adrian said as he pulled the finger from my ass and brought them back to my mouth. He stuck the finger that had just been in my ass back in my mouth, along with a second finger. Sucking on something that was just in my ass repulsed me, but I did what Daddy wanted so I could get them back into my ass that now felt so empty. Adrian worked the two fingers back in my hole. I felt fuller, but my ass quickly accustomed to the second invader and I was back to moaning and pushing back on his finger's. Adrian repeated this process a third time, and added a 3rd finger to my tight ass. The entire time he told me how pathetic I was and I was such a little slut getting ready to be fucked. I was so ashamed of myself for loving this so much, but I figured come tommorrow I would be on my way and this would just be a memory. The fingers were pulled from my ass and Adrian told me it was time for his cock. My mind immediately cleared up and the fog of enjoying the fingers in my ass cleared. My heart raced at the thought of that big dick going in my ass. There was no way I could let this guy fuck me, I enjoyed the fingers and tongue, but I couldn't bring myself to take his cock. That seemed like things were going way to far. I have a girlfriend, I told myself, there's no way I could let this guy put his big dick in me. His cock was so big I also thought it would ruin my hole. "Holy fuck", I thought to myself. I can't do this. I felt Adrian's cock around my ass crack, teasing me,as he slid the head up and down and beat the shaft down on my ass cheeks. I moaned everytime the head brushed against my hole, my ass was so sensitive right that I couldn't stop myself. "You ready for this big dick baby boy? Hmm? This cocks about to gape this hole and it fill this pussy with Daddy's dirty cum". Hearing this made me panic, I had not thought about Adrian cumming in me. I had no clue what Adrian meant by "dirty cum". There was no way I could let him do that, the thought of him blowing his load in my ass made me sick to my stomach. "I don't think I want you to fuck me..sir...that seems like too much. I got a girlfriend bro... your tongue and fingers were one thing...but please don't put your cock in me." Adrian started laughing. "Buyer's remorse baby boy? Remember this is what you signed up for. I'm fucking this pussy tonight. I promise your little white college ass is gonna love it. But if you don't you learn to love this big dick, you can go off to college with my gift tommorrow and pretend this never happened. But, I bet that little fag ass is gonna be pusing backing on my big cock begging for more. Begging me to breed that tight pussy with my dirty cum". I was so in shock I didn't know what to say. "Can...Can..Do you have a condom..Sir?", I shyly asked Adrian, not sure how he would react. "What's the matter white boy? You afraid of having my black baby? You think I'm gonna knock that pussy up? I'll wear a condom just for you baby boy." He winked as he crawled off the bed, going over to his suitcase. He came back with a Magnum condom and a black piece of fabric, his hard cock bouncing in front of him as he walked. He knelt back behind me and I watched him rip open the condom and roll it down his dick. If my heart was racing before it was on overdrive now. I was about to be fucked by this dick. "I like to blindfold my boys the first time I fuck them, that way all you got to think about is this big dick fucking your ass". He rolled the spandex type fabric over my head, it looked like a face mask, but he just rolled it down over my eyes, leaving my face exposed. My vision went immiedately dark, as I lied there with my hands and legs bound I knew I had given up total control. There was nothing I could do now to keep this big cock out of my ass. The next thing I heard was the click of a cap, followed by cold liquid in my ass crack that Adrian worked into my hole with his fingers. I realized he was lubing my ass. I felt the bed shift, followed by a hard blunt object pressing at my hole that I knew was Adrian's dick. Adrian grabbed my hips and started to push his cock into my ass. "Goddamn this fucking pussy is so tight. Open up that big hole for this big Daddy dick. Push out like you're taking a shit baby boy or this is gonna be even harder for your ass to swallow this cock." I pushed out with my ass muscles, not wanting any more damage then I was already gonna get. My ass felt like it was being stretched to its limits, before I felt a pop, followed by the fat head of Adrian's cock slidng into my ass. I couldn't believe I was fucking letting this happen. All I could see was black with the blindfold on. Adrian was right, my senses were muted and all I could focus on was his dick going up my ass. Not that I would have forgotten. "There that pussy opens up, take this big dick", Adrian said as I felt his cock pushing into me. "Mmphh...fuck..oh my god its took fucking big...FUCKING TAKE IT OUT", I told Adrian as it felt like my ass was on fire. I thought he was ripping my ass in two, my ass had never felt so full. "Just let me break this cherry baby boy, its gonna hurt for a bit but you're gonna be pushing back against this cock soon. All you white fags do once their pussy opens up" Adrian responded, as I felt more of his cock slide into me. I started to pant and sweat as my ass was split open by what felt like a baseball bat. I could feel my eyes watering from the pain and I bit the comforter to help me get through it. I tried to move my ass forward, away from the invader, but Adrian grabbed tighter onto my hips and told me to "stop fucking moving, stop trying to crawl away from this dick white boy". Adrian kept pushing his cock into me slowly, before stopping and backing out a little ways before going back in, going a little further every time he pushed back in. Every time his cock pushed back in I let out a yelp and saw white in my eyes. Tears were rolling out of my eyes from the pain and collecting in the fabric around my eyes. "I love this fucking boy pussy", "Such a tight pussy", "Take this black cock faggot", Adrian mumbled under his breath as he invaded my ass. After what felt like an eternity of my ass being stretched open by Adrian's big cock, I finally felt the scratchy short pubes of Adrian's big ball sack resting against my ass. I had taken the whole I thing. I couldn't fucking believe this cock was in my ass. My own cock was hard as a rock and dripping more precum than I had ever seen below me, but I was so ashamed of letting this stranger fuck me. "Let's let this pussy open a minute before I fuck this ass", Adrian told me as he kept his balls resting against my ass, still holding my hips in place. Adrian would move his hips in circles, stretching my ass with his big dick. After a minute the pain started to go away and I just felt a dull ache in my ass. I started to moan and buckle every time his cock pressed against a certain spot in my ass. I hated to admit it, but the cock in my ass was starting to feel kind of good. I never thought I would say that about a cock being up my ass. "Yeah I think this pussy is ready to be fucked white boy. Ride this dick". Adrian pulled his cock out of my ass, leaving it feeling totally fucking empty. It felt like just the tip of his cock was left in my ass, before it changed direction and slammed back into in my ass, once again bottoming out with the balls resting against my ass. "Holy fuck..oh my god", was all I was able to get out of my mouth. The full feeling in my ass felt so damn good. Better than I could have ever imagined. Adrian repeatedly slammed his cock in and out of my ass, slow and methodically like it was some sort of piston. "Sounds like baby boy is starting to like this big cock. What'd I tell you white boy? This big cock is gonna be you're new friend. This pussy is so fucking tight. Goddamn I love fucking virgin pussy boys." This went on for some time. My body seemed to melt around his cock and want more every time his cock was pulled from my ass. I couldn't believe how fast this man was able to break me down, leaving my ass begging for his big cock. Every time his cock bottomed out in my ass I would let out a moan, just like some slut being fucked in a college dorm. "Mmmph fuck me...fuck me with that big cock", I heard myself moaning. What the fuck did I just say? "Jesus this is insane", I thought to myself. "Yeah beg for this cock white boy. Keep that up and I'm gonna give you this gift real soon. I don't know how long I can last in this tight pussy". Adrian's cock kept rubbing across the spot in my ass, making me moan in ecstasy. "Yeah listen to that bitch moan. Daddy found the g-spot in that tight pussy", Adrian told me. My own cock was bobbing below me as Adrian thrust his cock into me. I couldn't control myself, before I knew it my cock erupted with one of the biggest orgasm's I ever had. Cum sprayed out of my cock, making a big puddle of cum on the sheets below me. "Only a true little cock slut cums hands free with a big black cock up there ass. That cunt just came being fucked by a big cock, just like a girl. Goddamn I never thought I would turn you into a cock slut this fucking quick. I'm gonna use this pussy. Once I mark you I'm gonna make you mine, bitch". After having cum I had a minute of post nut clarity, again wondering what the fuck I was doing. I panicked, having now seemed to realized again that there was a cock up my ass. I clenched my ass, trying to stop the invader from sliding up my ass. "Oh fuck yeah you little slut, milk that cock. Who taught you to squeeze your pussy like that to milk this cock". I was pissed my attempt to push the cock out of my ass was having the opposite effect. But that didn't matter, because as Adrian's cock kept fucking me I once again slipped into bliss, loving the feeling of his cock in my ass. Adrian stopped for a second and pulled his cock from my ass. I didn't know what he was doing, my ass felt so fucking empty. "Put it back Sir", I begged. "I need that cock back in my ass please daddy", I whined like some sort of crazed cock slut. "Hang on white boy just putting some more lube on this big daddy dick". I heard the cap of the lube click, and sound of him stroking the lube up his dick, followed by his cock sliding back into my ass. It felt like his cock was going in easier this time with less resistance. I figured it was because he had just put more lube on his cock, but if I would have had the blindfold off I would have seen he had just slipped condom off his cock. I moaned as Adrian's cock fulled my ass once again. This time I felt Adrian grab ahold of the chain bewteen my locked wrist's with one hand, with the other hand holding my hip. "Get ready slut I'm about to really fuck this ass". Adrian started hammering his cock in my ass like a jack hammer, and all I could do was moan and push my ass back against his balls, trying to fill my ass with more cock. "Look at you little slut, trying to push that ass back to swallow more of my cock. I'm about to cum boy where do you want this dirty load?", Adrian asked me. What the fuck did it matter I thought to myself, he has a condom on. "In my ass sir", I responded. "That's what I wanted to hear baby boy. You're such a cock slut. Listen to you asking me to put my load in your ass. I'm gonna knock this pussy up". I felt Adrian's thrusting become more uneven, and his cock swell in my hole. "Here it fucking cums faggot I'm about to breed that ass...oh fuck take this fucking load". Adrian's cock bottomed out in my ass, and he collapsed on my back, pushing down on me with all of his body weight. I collapsed onto the bed face down, in the puddle of my own cum. I could feel Adrian's cock twitching in my ass and his irregular breathing in my ear. His cock spurted what seemed like 7-8 times, and I had a warm sensation in my ass as it started to feel full. "I just put an 8 day charged up load in that tight pussy boy. I slipped the condom off when I was fucking that tight pussy. I knew I was breeding this ass all along but I let you think you were calling the shots when I put a condom on so you would calm down. It was so hot when you told me to blow in your ass. I know you're a fucking cock slut now boy, whether you want to admit it or not. I just did you a favor and gave you AIDS you with my dirty load. You're probably gonna hate me right now but I promise I just set that white faggot ass free". I could not believe what I was hearing. Poz? AIDS? Really? "WHAT THE FUCK", I thought to myself. This guy had just blown a big HIV charged load in my ass. I panicked and tried to get up, but the weight of him laying on my back was still pushing me down. I felt like I was going to pass out as I had a panic attack. I could hear myself whimpering in a panic, my eyes once again dripping in tears. What the fuck was I gonna do? "Relax baby boy...I'm gonna take care of your little faggot ass. I'm sure you're scared right now but don't be. Daddy's gonna take care of his new slut." I laid there, with Adrian still laying on my back and his softening cock still plugging my ass. My mind was racing a millon miles an hour. I could do nothing but lay there as I thought about what was gonna happen to me next.

Chapter 4: Home visit Paul and I go home. I walk in, slamming the door: "What the fuck was that??" "What do you mean?" "All those weird people, Father John who looks like the head of a cult and invites himself to our house, you, who gets your brain washed with a smile, and I saw that your dick got hard." Paul turns red, he's embarrassed to talk about certain things. Growing up in a Catholic family fucks with your brain. "What are you saying, is it weird if a priest wants to help two kids who just arrived in a new city? And anyway, yes, I really like Father John. He ... understands me" I shake my head in disbelief and leave. "I have to go for a walk." I walk through the streets of the city, I don't know where I'm going. I think of Father John, of his lascivious smile while he touches and massages my boyfriend's bicep....Paul, who looks at him dreamily....what the fuck is going on? I walk into the first bar I come across, I need a drink. I sit at the counter, I grab a beer. The bartender, skinny and weak, struggles to pour it. At a certain point, someone sits down next to me. "You're new here, right?" I turn around, and I see a young man in his 30s, black hair with a few white streaks, blue eyes sunken into their sockets. Pale, like everyone else. Thin lips that show off his large, white teeth. "Is it that obvious?" I reply. He laughs, we both know what I mean. "Well, yeah. I'm Luka by the way. Nice to meet you." "I'm Mark. I don't think I saw you in church today." Luka pulls back, staring at me with a wild look: "I don't go to church. Not anymore. And you must not either." "Oh, you don't have to tell me. My boyfriend and I are Catholic, but he's really devout. Then today we met Father John. He's a nice guy, but he gives me the creeps." "Father John? Don't let him into your lives. Where's your boyfriend now?" "At home....Father John was coming by later..." Luka lowers his voice, and with a firm and decisive tone he says: "We have to go. Now." We walk towards the house. We quicken our pace, even though I notice that Luka is struggling to keep up with me. We arrive. I see that the light in the living room is off. The door is locked. Strange, I remember I had left it open. I think maybe Paul went out. I'm about to go look for him, maybe in church, when I hear moans coming from inside the house. Luka and I look at each other, my heart is beating fast with anxiety and anger. I walk around the house, I see a light in the bedroom. Luka says, "Too late. Mark, don't look, please." The moans are getting closer and more insistent, they are becoming screams, joined by deeper sighs. My eyes are covered in tears, my heart is pounding out of my chest. I look out the window: Father John, wearing only his black shirt, fucking my Paul, completely naked, in our bed. Father John towers over Paul, who strangely seems so small. I can only see the priest's muscular thighs, his skin glistening with sweat, pushing himself into my boyfriend with such force, like a starving man who hasn't eaten in months. Paul's face was one of Pure Ecstasy, like the statues of those saints pierced by arrows and tortured in various ways. Their suffering was so high that it reached God.

As a feeder I enjoy both. I love deep fucking a guy’s face and cumming down his throat but I absolutely love getting naked and sitting on my couch, head back and legs wide open and telling my cocksucker to go down on me. My boy Drew is a tallented cocksucker and rims my arse, licks my sweaty balls and worships my cock when he’s kneeling between my thighs. When I shoot my load he loves to grip my balls and work on my helmet with his mouth and tongue so my sperm fills his mouth. I enjoy hearing him swallowing down my seed. Fuck I’m gunna make him blow me tonight.

“You alright in there hun?” my wife called out from the corridor. “Yeah” I managed to holler back, between the groans and the panting. “Big one” I eventually added. I heard her laugh out loud, before she presumably made her way down the stairs to get ready for the weekend away with her sister. I, meanwhile, did everything I could to not collapse onto my front as the man she’d picked out for me on Grindr tore my arse in two with his raw horse cock. For the many men who have drunkenly sobbed while admitting their sexuality to their wives, there would be something you might call an ‘aftermath’. Separation, divorce, having to build a new life from scratch, and so on. They would have some internal peace and freedom, but also the challenge of setting out to find a place for themselves in a world of which they probably knew and understood little. For those in their late 40s, this world may have seemed to have already passed them by, with its focus on youth and beauty. In my case things were a little different. It was bisexuality that I revealed to my wife, a few days after our youngest son had been dropped off at university for the start of his first year, leaving us for the first time with an empty nest. She held me tight as years of pent-up emotions flowed out of me, and she proved to be astute enough to recognise that I was really telling her I was gay. She had sort of guessed I might be at some point in the marriage, but so good a father and husband was I that she let it be until the day it would need dealing with. A week with no offspring to focus on had caused that day to come, and with a bottle of Rioja serving as the catalyst, the fragile walls finally fell. This night of revelation did not, however, come with the dissolution of our marriage. At that point I somehow still believed I wanted to be with her, and that I just needed to get out of me the truth about the unrequited urges I had experienced all of my life. She seemed to know better than me, and immediately began to hatch a plan to help me realise who I actually was. We truly loved each other, and the heroine that she is, she knew that the most loving thing she could now do for me was to help me find a path to being fulfilled and happy. It took a while, but as she sensed me becoming more comfortable with myself now that some version of the truth was out, she eventually suggested that we could bring another man into the bedroom for a night so that I could try things out without it being cheating. I was initially horrified, but could not get the idea out of my mind and soon let her know I was up for it. She organised everything, and throughout the evening we spent with the handsome man she’d contacted, she really knew how to get me to quell my nerves and enjoy it. That first evening I only really explored his body, the experience of touching his naked flesh and grasping his erect cock being enough to take me over the edge. However, as these threeways became more regular, I got bolder and more confident, until eventually I was to be found gripping my wife’s hand tightly as I was fucked for the first time. Within just three weeks of that, the sessions were no longer threeways (if they ever really were), with my wife getting whoever she had brought over settled in with me before making herself scarce. I found my true calling as an eager and hungry bottom, and in a short space of time added ‘cumdump’ to that description after a guy asked if he could do away with the condom. This development in my sex life was something I did not tell my wife about though. Had I done so I imagine I would soon have found myself on PrEP, which would have been sensible. There we go. This brings me back to the horse cock. It was huge, stretching me like nothing before, causing some pain, and yet I could have happily stayed on that thing all day. The guy was actually good for a second go after a bit of a rest, so by the time he left in the late afternoon I had two of his loads lodged deep inside me. By this point my wife was also gone, and would not be back until Monday lunchtime, and I had not actually made any other plans. There was half a bottle of wine left over from the night before that I decided to enjoy outside in the evening sunshine while I basked in the afterglow of the best sex of my life, inadvertently setting in motion the events that would finally land me right at the far end of the Kinseyian scale. My wife already knew I was there, and the next few hours would help me to understand it too. The wine lubricated my inhibitions, and the dull ache in my arse along with the knowledge there were loads in there just got me increasingly horny. However, with my wife away my mind started to turn to the sorts of videos I had been secretly watching on my phone of guys getting bred anonymously in woods, public toilets and other such places. Visions of these types of encounters occupied my mind as I found myself wandering to the corner shop to buy another bottle of wine, and it was while I was approaching the till that I just felt something snap in me. I put the wine back, picked up a couple of cans of premixed cocktails instead from the fridge, then grabbed a tub of Vaseline off the shelf. With the evening light fading, I headed out of the shop with my purchases and turned towards the country park near our house, making my way to the wooded area at the far side. I had always heard things about that place, and tonight I was going to find out for myself what it was all about. I stopped on the way at a bench, sitting down to open up one of the cocktails and ensure I maintained the buzz that was so emboldening me. I was probably on that bench for half an hour before I finally got back on with my quest, dropping the two empty cocktail cans into a litter bin I passed by en route. I really had no idea where specifically I was looking for, so ended up wandering aimlessly around in the trees for quite a while. Fortunately there was a nearly full moon and clear skies, so I was just about able to see where I was going. Eventually the flare of a cigarette being lit off to the side caught my attention, and I headed in that direction to see what I might find. There was a little clearing around a recently fallen tree, and there I found a couple of guys standing at the side smoking. They were watching me intently, but I decided to stop across from them for a moment. I gently leaned against a tree and looked over at them while they smoked, hoping I was sending the right signals. One of them eventually approached me slowly, looking me up and down in the dim light as he got closer. “Nice evening” he said. “Yeah” I replied, “it is.” “Good to be outside” he continued. “Yeah” I said again. “More free outside.” He smirked at me. “Is that so?” he asked. “So you looking for freedom?” “I’m looking for fun” I said, feeling a little bolder. “Great” he said, before gesturing towards the remaining stump of the tree at the edge of the clearing. “That’s where we tend to find freedom in these parts.” I took a deep breath, and then walked over to the stump. With my back still turned to the men, I took another deep breath and then pulled down my shorts to reveal my lack of underwear below. I then bent forward and waited. I never looked behind me at what followed, so I don’t know which of them it was who poked at my hole with his fingers, nor whether it was the same one who pressed his cock against my open hole and slid in as the first one of the night. I never saw who took me second, nor whether anyone else joined in who may have added the third or fourth loads to my hole. I just stayed there, bent over as I was fucked, my head a little light and my whole body on fire as I gave in to my true nature. I could happily have stayed there all night. But after four fucks it seemed to be over, so I stood up straight and pulled up my shorts before turning round. The same two men as before were there lighting up cigarettes, making me think it probably had just been them. “Want one?” offered the man who had spoken to me earlier, shaking the pack in my direction. I walked over to take one, despite not being a smoker, and it just so happened that the other one tapped on his phone at that point which caused both of their bare torsos to be lit up. The huge biohazard tattoos on their chests were unmissable, and I felt my stomach drop as I put the cigarette between my lips. I was not a smoker, but through the initial coughs, that cigarette was a godsend. Yet, I did none of the things someone should do in that situation. I did not leave. I did not go to A&E and seek PEP. I did not learn. No, I stuck around, smoked more of their cigarettes, and then bent back over the stump for another pair of loads from them. I came back the next night and took several more, including from another man who had joined in that evening whose status seemed pretty clear from the scorpions inked on his neck. In the week that followed my wife never asked any questions or batted an eyelid as I set out in running gear after dark on each and every night. She must have suspected that something had changed, and I was now going it alone. Maybe she knew the risks I was taking, maybe she didn’t, but it was never brought up. Then she was gone again for another weekend away that seemed to come out of nowhere, and I was free to do away with the exercise charade. I was free to spend longer out in the park without worrying about getting enough sleep for work. I was free to invite the two men back when it was clear that the heavens were about to open. I was free to spend all night face down or on my back on my marital bed as the pair of them used me nearly continuously. When the inevitable happened and I came down with the flu, my wife dutifully nursed me through the conversion. Apparently while out of it I had blurted out a slightly incoherent account of all that I had been up to, as she took me off to get tested once I was mostly recovered. Then we set about sorting out an amicable divorce so that she could have her freedom, as she had helped me to find mine. She’s now remarried to a great guy, and they’ve moved to a house on the coast to which I get invited for Christmas and other landmark family occasions. The kids sometimes come and stay with me at my apartment, but mostly I’m alone and able to pursue my own passions. Well, my one passion. I am an out-and-proud poz gay cumdump, living his best middle aged life. My hole rarely goes a day without being filled, and I am nearly always carrying around some remnant of a load. Whether it’s hookups at home via apps, visits to the local cruising bar that I deliberately moved close to, or many an al fresco adventure, I see plenty of action. I have even done some topping during med breaks, given how easy it is to find a handsome young man who wants what I can give while I give my body a break from the cocktail. This will all do for a while, before I maybe look for something more from someone. There’s many years of self-repression still to exorcise from the system, but I’m in excellent shape and still getting what I need wherever I can find it. Long may it last!

After nearly 2 decades in the PNW, I just give up. Even at cruising spots and fuck venues a majority of guys have so many hangups and inhibitions that it is almost impossible to find someone who is into anything I recognize as sex. The worst are guys that are determined to convince you that they know a 1001 ways to have the best sex ever without any kind of penile penetration. I simply tell them that the only way I can have satisfying sex is that at least one of us will get fucked in the ass, and if they aren't interested move on so we can both find what we are looking for.

Had a spectacular visit to Basement sauna in Manchester yesterday, where I spent seven hours getting railed and railed, and being the uninhibited bareback sauna whore I love to be. Exhausted now, but load tally is about ten I think. Might be more, but sometimes in dark rooms, the guy gasps a bit then slides out and you never can be sure. Could be a lot more, but ten that I’m certain of. They’re all still inside me now, 12+hours later, and I’m not letting them go. A few highlights… First Load: I’d been chatting to a guy on Squirt who said he’d be there from opening and we should meet. He wanted to load me asap. I’m up for that. I arrive just after midday, get myself douched and ready and sure enough he’s there. We go into a room and he’s fucks me on my back, curled up with my legs on his shoulders, staring into his eyes. He pumps the day’s first load into me within ten minutes. Fantastic: I’ve been here 20mins max and I’m already flying with jizzjoy. The Toymaster: Now this one was special. Not long after the first load I run into a guy, we start kissing and then he stops: “are you top or bottom?” My standard reply “Total bottom”. For some reason, I’m often told I give off ‘top vibes’. I don’t even know what the hell ‘top vibes’ are – I am a VERY proud and open bottom! – but he’s happy with my reply as he’s total top and worried I might have been top as well. He grabs me and throws me into a room. Throws me literally. This is going somewhere I like. The next 30 to 40 mins are spent being the best sub bitch boy to a commanding dom top, and he seems to love how I respond to his domination while he is fucking me deep and firm, like a dom top should. We quickly become a morass of sweat and sex, each playing our dom/sub roles perfectly. He spits in my mouth repeatedly as he’s fucking me in multiple positions and tells me to swallow – I grab his hand and make him choke me so he can really feel me swallowing his spit down. He tells me I’m just a hole to him, I respond that I’m just trash to use and throw away. He puts his hands over my mouth, I lick his fingers so he puts them inside me. He stops to rest for a while so I get down and lick his feet, exploring heels, arches, toes with my mouth and tongue. That’s when he says… “You’re just my fucking toy, aren’t you boy” “Yes, sir. I’m just your fucking toy, to use and abuse” “I’m the fucking Toymaster then” And he grabs me to fuck me even harder, spitting, thrusting, choking, raping my throat with his fingers, pulling my hair, and pounding me like the sub bitch fucktoy I deserve to be. Another break, and he decides he wants to show me off, to take me to the most public area he can find and fuck me with everyone watching. He asks me where’s good? My reply… “Lead the way, sir, I’m your toy, you’re the boss” So he takes me to the area with the big porn screen and the seats, where everyone will be passing as they cruise, lays down and shows me his feet: of course I lick and clean them fully, and then move up to deep throat his cock before he lays me down, facing all the bystanders, and fucks me hard. Again: spit, choke, slap, hair-pull, writhing in sweat and sex. I’m completely in the most brilliant, flying subspace now. I will do anything he demands and thank him for it. He decides towards the end that he wants to whroe my ass out, to offers it to a couple of the watching folk. But this is the UK, and everyone is a bit too timid. There’s one guy who starts to step up but he chickens out. Think we might be a bit too open and uninhibited for the crowd. The Toymaster decides to take a break for a bit, so throws away his toy. Promised to do a repeat later, but I got dragged into dark rooms and cubicles with multiple guys after that, so I didn’t see him again. Bit of a shame, but at least I left with the right words after he talked about a repeat performance: “Your toy needs to serve, sir” “Of course it does,” and he was gone. Max: I didn’t find out his name until afterwards. Now here is where I got nasty. I love it. I’d spend a long time getting repeatedly railed in dark rooms, cubicles, fuck benches – basically anywhere where anyone would have me, thinking of my entire body as public property to use and fuck by this point. This hot guy quickly dragged me into a dark room and started kissing me. As usual I grabbed his cock and steered his hand towards my ass to wordlessly signal I’m a bottom – don’t want those damn ‘top vibes’ I don’t even know about to spoil things – and sure enough his fingers start to quest inside. “Careful,” I say, “Got a few loads in there and I’m keeping them in me” I hear a hot gasp from him – I think that’s the kinda talk he likes – and he spins me round, up against the wall, starts to rim me deep. “Careful”, I say again, so he stands up, grabs my face and kisses me dee. I taste the cum, lube and my own ass , as well as his spit, and it is fucking good. Well, he puts me up against the wall and fucks me for ten or so minutes before cumming in me. I’ve been fucked so much today that I’m just working for the cumshot to be honest, but he spurts a huge load into me. The jizzjoy hits me. Hard. I grab him as he still wants to kiss after shooting in me. We kiss, hard and deep and then, words start to find me, whispered into his ear… “Fuck, man. I love your cum inside me. Feels so good.” His hot gasp again. This is the talk he loves. He grabs my ass. “I’m keeping you inside me now, keeping your seed in me. Gonna hold it in til tomorrow, and let it all absorb.” “Fuck yeah” he moans, and I continue: “Imagine your swimmers starting to glide into me right now. Your DNA in me, forever, yeah? Your cum swimming into my whole fucking body, and taking me over” I can hear he is loving every word, even after he has cum. He grabs my ass, runs his sweaty hands all over my sweat-drenched body, kisses me deep. All through this, I am exploring him too, his fantastic body: but I am also jacking him off.Even after cumming he is rock hard again. And then… “Your cum, your DNA in my blood, my brain, inside me forever…” Suddenly he can’t resist: “Get on the fucking bench.” He practically throws me onto the fuck bench at the back of the darkroom. We lay down, and he slams into me, fucking me sideways, pounding me as hard as he can. He is practically howling with every thrust, so am I, and we are basically an ocean of sweat, pounding and noise. I’m pretty sure I know what he wants, to cum in me a second time. We’re both focussed 100% on one thing: using my whole body so he can cum a second time. We’re unified into this single intention. I tighten myself inside to give him a better feeling fleshjack fuck, close my second gate so that with every thrust, the head of his cock will slide into something tight deep within me. And then, the cumshot: and this time it is magnificent, accompanied by a symphony of gasps, fuck yeahs and relief. A wave of jizzjoy floods me yet again. We writhe around in our sea of sweat for a while, kissed and talked as he slowly eased his cock out of my hole. What a spectacular fuck. We both stood up, kissed some more then staggered outside where we swapped names. Asked him if he came here often. “No, just once a month really”. He couldn’t believe he’d managed to cum in me twice in a row. “Well, Max, my ass is yours now. Can’t believe it either. Anytime I’m here and you’re here, you get to fuck me. No questions asked.” – and here I put both of his hands on my ass, still flying with jizzjoy tbh – “This ass belongs to you, you marked it with your seed. Anytime we’re both here, just say remind me of your name, and tell me you want it. Don’t even ask. Tell me, because it’s yours, man.” He liked that. Liked it a lot. I joked if he wanted to give me a third load back in there but we were both exhausted. We went our separate ways. Truth is, my ass is owned, but every man who’s ever fucked me. It really is public property by now. If any man signals to me in real life he wants to fuck me, my rights are erased: he gets what he wants. That’s how my ass has always been for me. Publicly owned. Anyway, I digress… The Last Load: This one was really sweet actually. An older guy just wanting to unload. I of course offer my ass as the keeper of a piece of public property should. We go into a cubicle, and we fuck for about 5 minutes before he’s ready to shoot in me. Not the best fuck I’ve had today, but… …you know there are some guys that get the giggles when they cum? This was one such guy…. He shoots his cum into me, and his face goes from ‘hot horny fuck yeah’ to ‘childlike laughter’ in about five seconds. I’m on my back looking up at him still inside me and he’s just shaking his head howling with laughter. It is so sweet. I grab his head in both hands to get him to look at me, because his laughter is infectious. We’re both giggling now looking at each other. Sometimes the simultaneous fuck-yeah horniness and hilarious absurdity of saunas and bathhouses hits me, and it hits me now. It’s wonderful. He slides out of me, and I figured it’s time to go home. Seven hours, probably getting railed for the majority of that time, or looking for the next fuck. Ten loads I know about, probably a few that I don’t. Always good. And as I promised to Max, all these loads, all the DNA, it’s all staying inside me, swimming its way into my body, my blood, my brain, my mind, my whole being… to subtly change me, yet again. My whole body as a cumdrunk vessel for men. Fuck yeah.

PART 2: his tight pink hole his twitching as he pushes it towards me, with his Doe eyes, says, daddy, can can I call u daddy? I say, of course son, cuz after I slide my cock in your hole you will be my son. Just remember to breath, I spit on his poz pre cummed hole and let the tip pop in, he yelps but is followed by a cute moan that made my cock throb so I say, buckle up and slam in balls deep. This time it's a loud shout then I gag his mouth he looks back and mumbles, do it daddy. So i start relentlessly pound is hole. It was so tight it grabbed on my cock every time I pulled halfway put it was gripped, I pull the gag out and pit my arm around his neck and pull him to my face and start kissing his soft lips. He tastes like jolly ranchers lol every thrust in is a short cute boy moan. And then he says, daddy I'm cumming omg hos legs shake uncontrollably as I continue pounding. His uncut cock still drips cum. As my cock throbs and gets harder I say, he comes that load baby. U go balls deep past that second ring and shoot ropes into his guts. As we both moan in pure passion. I colape on top of him. As he pants like a dog. I just grin and start making out with him. My cock still inside his now gapped hole. I grab for by butt plug and pull out but replace my toxic cock with a decent plug and the boy yelps again but then immediately starts shooting another load and burst out into legs shakes again and the sounds he made got me hard again. As he looks up at me I nod and he starts sucking my cock. Mmmm yea boy your mine now. Wana get a room? My treat? He nods yes. What he doesn't know yet is I gotta get my tox friend or 2 to try him out. After this blow job il mention it. Or should I not? To be continued

Part 2 – The Fleshlight I was far from done. I picked up the piss-tube spewing urine all over the floor, and shoved it back into my whore’s mouth, pulling the mask back over his head as he looked at me with pleading eyes. While his cunt was surely loose at this point, he was going to need some extra help for what I was about to do to him. I rummaged through my bag, eventually pulling out a bottle of poppers with a special-made bottle cap with two separate openings poking out of it. I attach one of the openings to the whore’s breathing tube, and immediately felt the air flowing in and out the other end. Then, I found the screw at the base of the cap, which I slowly start turning, releasing poppers into the tube. I brought the end of the tube to my nostrils and took a deep hit, carefully adjusting the flow of chemical fumes to a rate that would fry the whore’s brain, but not completely knock him out. Getting horny again, I walked over to his hole. It was glorious: puffy, red, and most of all: used. The parts of his ass that weren’t covered in a sheen of sweat had cum hanging off them, sliding down his taint and clumping around his sparsely haired balls, dropping into the piss puddle below. His ass lips looked tired, unable to fully close, but not quite at a resting gape just yet, the beautiful red of his insides fighting against the sphincter – a rosebud just beginning to form. I grabbed my dick, carefully scooping up strangers’ cum as I brought it up to his opening, pushing in just a little, testing out those worn-out pussy lips. No resistance. Perfect. I pulled out, easily replacing my dick with three callused fingers, roughly pulling them in and out as I played with the boy’s prostate, eliciting a muffled moan. This should have been uncomfortable for him at this point, given the abuse he’s already been subjected to, but I guess the steady influx of poppers and chem piss were doing their job. I add in a fourth finger and pushed in deeper, past my knuckles and up to where the thumb meets the palm. This time, there was some resistance, and while the whore still moaned, he also pulled away a little. I watched his pussy lips loosen and tighten around my hand as I twisted it around inside. I teased the whore, gliding my cum-slick fingers along his prostate as I stretched his cunt every which way, hearing him moan, lightly rocking himself back-and-forth into my hand. I continued like this for a while, leading him closer and closer to orgasm. Soon he was panting like a bitch in heat, and I smiled knowing that the quicker and more deeply he breathes, the more those poppers would be frying his useless brain. Just as well. Better for him to be as fucked up as possible for what was coming next. With a sadistic smirk, I added my thumb to the next onslaught of his cunt, meeting the last bits of resistance the whore had to offer. I could hear his groans take on an air of pained urgency as he tried to pull his ass forward, away from my advancing fist. But it was no use. With his hands and knees shackled to the floor, the whore yelped and screamed into his gag until something in his sphincter just gave way, and my whole hand slipped through, engulfed by his newly forming pussy lips. His yelling was punctuated by deep breaths, each imbued with a potent haze of poppers, steadily relaxing him a little more into the fist lodged inside his guts. Not wanting him to get accustomed too quickly, I slowly plowed forward, pushing deeper and deeper into his insides with every squeal escaping the battered whore. Again, I met with resistance, but instead of pushing further, I pulled back – I wanted that bend in his colon to stay exactly where it was. Or at least where my dick left it. Continuing my retreat, I dragged the many loads coating his intestines out with my fist, leaving behind a gaping, creampie of a mess. Again, I dove in, meeting less resistance. I couldn’t tell if his sphincter was finally busted from all the abuse, or relaxed from the poppers frying his brain, but I knew I wouldn’t stop until his gape was permanent and his brain a pile of incoherent mush. I continued to fist him, harder, faster, punchfucking his weakening hole until the whore moaned and groaned with every insertion. But I never went deeper. Always I would pause at that bend in his colon, keeping another piece of him intact to later break and torture. The whore’s moans soon followed the predictable rhythm of my fist breaching his hole, and he started swaying back-and-forth, impaling himself on my arm. With my other hand, I reached underneath his stomach, finding the whore hard and leaking. Surprised the bitch could even get hard after all the chem piss and drugs he’d been force fed, I continued my onslaught of his guts, while his movements caused the whore to jerk himself on my hand. I increased my tempo, hearing his breathing become heavier, more labored, flooding his brain with poppers, with his dick getting harder and harder in my hand. Soon, I was standing still, watching this bitch in heat fuck himself on my forearm, greedily huffing in the fuck fumes killing off any rational thought. Then, just as he stuck himself as deep on my arm as he could go, he started cumming, his body shaking with every throb of his dick, emptying himself into my waiting hand. I waited for him to finish before pulling my forearm from his hole, and reached once more into my bag of supplies, fishing out a giant butt plug of ungodly girth – another toy I had special-made for an occasion such as this. Longer than my dick, and thicker still, even at its thinnest near the base, this butt plug doubled over as a fleshlight, perfect for loose cunts stretched beyond recognition, since it could still accommodate just about any cock around. And to top it off, a metallic spike at the tip. This bitch was about to have his insides shredded! I coated the butt plug with the whore’s worthless load and slowly began the insertion, ignoring the exhausted screams emanating from behind the mask. The truth is I wanted the whore to cum just before this part. Not to give him any pleasure, but to make sure this part was as uncomfortable as possible. I wanted him to be drained of all enjoyment, and his wrecked prostate to be completely worn out as his insides get packed with a log-sized toy. As it got near the bend in his colon, his screams intensified in urgency, probably due to the spike scraping along his insides. Soon, we were near the end, and with one final, painful push, I jammed the whole thing in there, his sphincter enclosing around the base, his real pussy showcase the fake one filling it. I got up to remove the poppers from the whore’s breathing tube, and not even 10 seconds passed before a cock found its way into the fleshlight, each thrust causing the toy to roughly scrape away at the whore’s intestines. As soon as the poppers were removed, the breathing tube was immediately filled with thick, white clouds. The whore just couldn’t get a break. I left him like that for a while, letting my dick rise as I watched him get stabbed repeatedly with every fucker that forced his way into the fleshlight, knowing the night would soon come to an end. Then, taking a few final hits of the poppers myself, I removed the whore’s mask once again and reattached the mouth spreader, fucking the piss out of him a second time. I let others have a go at his mouth as I started packing up the mask, waiting until the guy using the whore’s fake cunt finished dumping his load to pull the monster of a butt plug out, anxious to see if his insides would be pulled out with it. For a second, it seemed likely, with his distended, puffy ass lips dragging along the surface of the black toy, but once I pulled it out, they simply fell back into place, looser than ever before. No prolapse. I nevertheless decided to be satisfied with the impressive gape that was left behind: his hole was bathed in frothy white cum, covered with bloody streaks of pink from getting internally impaled over and over. I sunk my fist in him one last time, enjoying the total lack of resistance and hearing him utter a low moan halfway between pleasure and pain as my forearm easily slid into his velvety tender insides. “Alright guys, wrap it up! This bitch is done for the night!” I announced to the room when I pulled my arm out. I removed the fleshlight lining from inside the plug, dropping the outer layer into my bag and bringing the fleshlight with me. Again, I waited for the person using him to finish cumming, this time in his mouth. When he pulled out, I lifted my whore’s face, mouth spreader still attached, and started pouring the contents of the fleshlight into his mouth, watching the white spunk disappear down his throat. I removed the mouth spreader, then his wrist and ankle restraints, letting the whore just collapse on the floor as I packed them away with the rest of my things. Fleshlight still in hand, I turned the whore over with a kick, and squeezed the remaining dregs of cum onto his wounds – the cuts and scrapes on his hands and knees from rocking back-and-forth on the concrete floor – before grabbing the rest of my things and carrying the whore out. The bitch needed a break, and I needed time to come up with new ways to abuse his hole.

Part 1 – The Urinal The boy moaned as I shoved my full 10 inches into his ass in one go, my pubes briefly mingling with the sparse hairs around his hole before I completely pulled out and violated his pussy again and again, quickly building up a brutal pace. I could tell he was in fag heaven: completely tweaked out, on all fours, with a hung aggressive brute beating up his cunt and choking him with big, muscular arms. “You like that, don’t you baby?” “Yes daddy!” “You like being my little bitch, don’t you?” “Y-yes daddy!” “Daddy’s going to use you however he wants, isn’t that right?” “Yes daddy, whatever you want.” I didn’t need to wait for his responses to know what he was going to say. I’ve seen the kid around in bars and clubs recently, his lean body, captivating smile, and early 20s charm ensuring he never went home alone. I’d often see him entering a bathroom with a guy or two, exiting some time later with his hair completely disheveled and eyes unable to focus. The whore was obviously trading his hole for drugs. “Daddy’s gonna pimp you out to his friends. You want that, don’t you? Daddy’s gonna feed you drugs and cum nonstop. Daddy’s gonna fuck you up. Fuck you up real bad.” He didn’t seem to believe me. Or at least he didn’t understand what I meant, despite the hard slaps to the face that left his poppers-addled head ringing. Despite the red imprint my hands left on his neck trying to get a tighter fit in his throat while I fucked it raw. All his whore mind cared about was the cock that just started seeding his pathetic cunt and the drugs pumping through his system. He didn’t really understand that I would wreck his worthless hole beyond recognition, that I would break both his body and his mind. “Yes daddy,” he said. “Please fuck me up! Please make me your whore!” The whore must be new in town. How else could I explain the complete trust he had in me when I guided his naked teenage body through that seedy sex club by a leash several hours later? Had he actually been from around here, he might have known to avoid me, just like the other boys learned to do the hard way. Excited at first to go home with a hung, muscular, bearded hunk, they soon learn they’re getting more than they bargained for. None of them left my place without bruises. One faggot I even sent home with a concussion, beating his face mercilessly when he tried to pull his mouth off my dick, my shaft blocking any access to oxygen. The word soon spread, and it became difficult to lure a hole back to my place for any form of release. No matter. I would tell them to wait for me in the alley with their asses out, or else. Most complied, excited by the thought of being nothing but a hole for a rough fucker to use. Only one entitled little black twink dared to tell me to fuck off before turning around and rejoining his group of friends. At that moment, I was faced with a choice: let it go, and see my authority and control over these pathetic cunts diminish, or teach him – and everyone else by extension – that saying no was simply not an option. I watched him the next several times I went out, patiently waiting for a moment to teach the bitch a lesson. On a snowy night a week later, I cornered him in a dark alley near the bar with two other fuckers who wanted in on the action. A flash of recognition spread across his face as he saw me, and he quickly turned to run. My friends grabbed him and held his arms behind his back, bringing him back to face me. “You’ll pay for what you said the other night, cunt. Nobody disrespects me like that.” “I’m sorry man! I’m so sorry! I didn’t know! Please! I won’t do it again!” “It’s too late for that, you little piece of shit.” “Please” he said as he started struggling against the men holding him. Normally, I would find his attempts to resist cute – an adorable attempt to prevent the inevitable. Tonight, it was just another insult. A punch to the guts and kick to the balls later, the bitch was on the ground, writhing in pain as we ripped his clothes off him and flipped him onto his stomach. I spat on my dick, lined it up with his hole and started pushing in, my friends slapping the bitch with every “no” and “please” that came from his mouth. “There’s no way to stop this, bitch. You brought this on yourself.” A brutal fuck ensued, with the three of us dumping multiple loads into the abused cunt. Soon he just stopped resisting, and lay there limp – except for the occasional shiver – waiting for it to pass. After I dumped my final load into him, I quietly whispered into his ear: “You got off lucky tonight cunt. Disrespect me like that again, and something much worse will be waiting for you.” Shaking from the cold, sobbing, and destroyed, he barely managed a slight nod through the tears. For good measure, the three of us pissed on him and took his clothes with us, leaving him wet and naked on that freezing winter night. “Good luck getting home with no money, bitch.” I saw him again at the club a few days later. Try as he might to avoid my gaze, our eyes met for a brief second. I motioned to the exit, got up, and walked out of the club into the back alley. He came out just a few seconds later, pulled his pants down, and stuck his ass out without a word. Nobody dared refuse me after that. Luckily for my whore tonight, it had never come to that. He smiled sheepishly as the men in the sex club started inspecting his body, and it didn’t take long before one of them had his cock buried in the boy’s guts, quickly pumping out a load before being replaced by another. The slut seemed to be enjoying himself, smiling at the attention and moaning as each new dick bathed his insides in cum. After the fifth load, I decided he had had enough fun. I had other plans for him “With me, boy!” I said, as I tugged on his leash. Picking up my bag, I led him to the toilets, a large room with a raised urinal trough and stalls lining the walls, the floor wet with piss. “Put these on,” I barked at the whore as I threw him a set of wrist and ankle cuffs. He quickly obliged. “Kneel!” I said, and so he did, kneeling on all fours in front of the urinal. I attached his ankles and wrists to the chain clasps bolted into the concrete floor. I pulled out a mask with two tubes sticking out of it from my bag, and covered his head, careful to put the fatter end of one of the tubes into his mouth, stifling his confused objections. I then unscrewed the drainpipe leading out of the urinal, replacing it with the other end of the tube. The second tube was shorter, and just hung from the mask. I took a step back to admire my handiwork. My whore looked perfect. The tube connecting his mouth to the drain was already being filled with piss from the urinal, while his unfocused eyes, normally visible through the glass visor, were quickly obscured by the cigarette, weed, and meth smoke mercilessly blown in by strangers through the other tube, robbing the bitch of any fresh air. It didn’t take long for the first anonymous dick to find its way up the whore’s cunt. To say the bitch was fed only piss for the next several hours would be an understatement. It became a running joke to “do a line with the bathroom bitch”. Men would walk in, prepare lines for themselves and their friends to snort, and dump the last line into the urinal as part of the whore’s urine cocktail. Meth, coke, ketamine, MDMA… it was difficult to keep track of the chemicals that disappeared down the whore tube. Some of the men would ash their cigarettes and spit loogies into the trough, while others would bend over and push several loads out their asses for the slut to eat. Every once in a while, a stray pube found its way down the drain. The bitch was probably too high to even register what was going on at this point. Even if his body tried to get rid of the chemicals the normal way – vomiting – it would just be pushed back into the tube and he’d have to drink it up again. I could imagine the boy was in considerable pain: his sore, puffy, tender cunt, was constantly leaking cum and reduced to an unrecognizable mess by the relentless assault of dick after dick. His knees and palms were covered in cuts and bruises from the friction against the concrete floor. The pool of piss, dirt, and sweat around him must have been stinging those open wounds. Not that he could voice any complaints. The tube in his mouth widened into a ball at its end, completely gagging the bitch and reducing all screams into muffled grunts, moans and coughs gargled out of the urinal drain. When I finally felt the boy had had enough piss, I took the mask off his face and pulled the tube from his mouth, replacing it with a mouth spreader. Grabbing a fistful of his hair with one hand, I put my fully hard dick into his mouth and started sliding it in, pushing past the entrance of his throat until I was completely buried inside him. I went down on my knees and - not wanting to kneel on the uncomfortable floor - rested them on the whore’s knuckles. The whore’s screams were muffled by the 10 inches lodged in his throat, protesting as I painfully crushed his hands into the concrete floor below. With my other hand, I plugged his nose, waiting for the pain in his eyes to be replaced by panic from the lack of oxygen. I didn’t have to wait long - soon his eyes were darting left and right as he frantically tried to pull himself off my dick. I held on just a bit longer: waiting until he was just seconds away from passing out. Waiting for him to truly start fearing for his pathetic life. That’s when I started mercilessly facefucking the bitch. Letting go of his nose and holding his head in place with both hands, I quickly built up a rough pace, my knees grinding his already cut up palms into the filthy ground. The bitch only had a fraction of a second to gasp at the oxygen he desperately needed before my shaft plugged his throat again and again. Within seconds he started puking. Strangers’ piss gushed out of his mouth and nostrils in spurts, coating my dick with piss, throat slime, and the pubes that found their way down his whore throat. I slowed down for just a second, pulling his head back in until his nose was buried in my pubes, and forcing him to breathe in the stench of his stomach contents. He puked again directly into my crotch, and accidentally inhaled the urine. He started coughing, and my dick twitched at the thought of his lungs drowning in the chem piss that was in his stomach just a moment before. I resumed my brutal fuck, watching as the fountain of piss escaping his mouth grew smaller and smaller until he was retching nothing but air. Then I slammed my dick into him one last time, grinding his face into my pubes as I deposited a load straight down his gullet. Slowly, I pulled out. The hoarse breathing and coughing coming from the bitch told me his throat had been fucked raw. His bloodshot eyes drooped shut as tears and snot mixed with the drool hanging off his chin. I got up off the whore’s hands, lifting his face to mine so I could breathe in the piss-coated haze wafting from his mouth with every exhale. But I wasn’t finished yet. Motioning to another guy beside me to hold his head up by his hair, I pulled his eyelids open and let loose a torrent of piss straight into eyes, eliciting another raspy scream as he tried in vain to escape. As the torrent slowed to a stream, and then a trickle, I looked to his ass, realizing that I had been completely ignoring his other hole since we were back at my place. Yet another stranger was adding his load to the who-knows how many were already inside. I removed the mouth spreader and heard the whore breathe a sigh of relief, thinking that I must be done for now, but my dick twitched yet again at the thought of tearing his worthless cunt to pieces. I was far from done.

eeeeeuuuuuuwwwwww !!!!!!!!!!! 🤮 The mind boggles ........... the mental imagery is breathtaking, and not in a good way ........... 'scuse me .... I better get to the john right now !!!

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I think you can want the same thing for different reasons. First things first: things are complicated. For the last years the dollar has been decidedly overvalued, which is skewing the figures a bit. Also part of the equation is that the US disproportionately profits from NATO miliitary spending. Other countries buying F-35 not only makes the jets cheaper to produce for the US, but also generates US tax revenue. The decisions that to led to the current state of affairs was not just other countries "taking advantage of the US", but also the US going along with it, as it benefitted the military-industrial complex and cemented the US' role as the world's only true superpower So it is one thing to demand more equitable load-sharing within a defensive alliance (which I think you're doing here). That is just fair. It's something different if you spew FSB propaganda and want to dismantle this alliance (because leaving NATO will not save the US money. Instead it will cost a lot more money, if the US wants to maintain a similar posture on the world stage). It's funny how the same guys who first chastized Europe for not spending enough on defense, are now decrying them as warmongers, now that the EU is upping it's defense spending to US levels. Simple trick to spot Russian trolls and the "useful idiots" who parrot their talking points: The hypocrisy is always rife with them.

As age & CA has led me to be a 99.9999% role as a bottom (still a vers fister 🤗) I can assure every Top😈that despite my role being the total pleasure of my Tops, the pleasure that I actually receive is immense when they are finally releasing their load. All good bottoms know by the Tops release how much pleasure their hole has given.

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

Charter 3: Mass is over After the mass, the faithful shuffle out. Father John shakes hands with each of them. The wives hold up their husbands who don't seem to be able to stand on their own, but they find the strength to shake hands with the priest, looking at him with total admiration. The wives thank him, and have to drag their husbands away who don't want to let go of him. This was really strange, I was about to say something to Paul, but he was already in line to greet Father John. This really annoyed me. Our turn comes, Father John's face lights up when Paul introduces himself: "Hi Father, I'm Paul, I just moved here. I have to say that your homily was incredible, I've never felt so much passion!" "Hi Paul, it's a pleasure to have a new faithful. The community always needs new blood! And who is your friend?" Father John's gaze falls on me, but he seemed decidedly less pleased to see me. "I'm Freddie, his - " " - Friend. He's my friend. We share a flat." "I bet you share more than just a flat..." Paul's eyes widen and he laughs nervously, Father John smirks and puts a hand on his shoulder, massaging it. "Don't worry, you don't have to hide anything from me, I get it. No one will judge you here, you'll soon find out we're very open-minded here." Father John winks at me as he continues massaging Paul's shoulder. Enough is enough. I grab Paul's other arm and drag him away, while Father John says: "I know you live in that B&B, if you want I can find you another place. I'll come by tonight, so we can talk about it more!" Paul turns and smiles at him, the I notice his bulge: he's horny as fuck.

That piece of shit believes the long debunked theory that poppers caused AIDS (which was debunked in the mid 1980s). He's a garbage human being. Leaving aside the rest anyone who was such a cheating piece of shit that his wife KILLED HERSELF after reading his detailed diary of all of his conquests deserves to be shunned by EVERYONE. He's utter and complete trash.

Fuck everyone who voted for Trump!

Took my first load in a Truck Stop restroom recently and it was hot. This anonymous sniffies profile sent me a pic of a very nice 8” uncut cock & we arranged to meet at a local gas station/truck stop area one morning before work. Went into stall, messaged that i was in it and then someone walked in the stall beside me. Their pants went down and then they positioned themselves so that I could see his cock. I got down between his legs and began sucking him off to get him hard. His one hand made a motion indicating that he wanted me to turn around, so i did and got myself into position (this was a bit tricky to do with jogging pants on - i should have taken them off). He stuck his cock in me, I reached back and fondled his balls, and then fucked me until he blew a load in my ass. He stayed inside for a few extra seconds and then pulled out. Heard him leave the stall and then wash and dry his hands. Someone else walked in to actually use the bathroom as he was leaving. I stayed in the stall for a few minutes so that i wouldn’t run into my anon breeder outside. And then I went to my car and headed back to start my day. Never saw the guy, no idea who he was. It was incredible and I think I could get easily into doing this regularly.

I've been off Prep as a total bottom for 18months now and it feels like I'm back to my old sexual self again. I starting taking it raw in 2012, and steadily got more committed, until Prep came along. Somehow it never felt right for me and I was constantly off it and on again, never really taking it properly. Since summer 2023, I have been free of it, and it feels fantastic. Every fuck seems like a much deeper thrill, every load in my ass a sharper risk. It's wonderful. As for Japan... I used to live there in the 90s. My cruising/sex venue info is probably years out of date (that said, Japan doesn't change very much!), but way back when, the grounds of Osaka Castle at night were good. Shinsaibashi bridge on the weekend too (picked up several guys there, both Japanese and foreign, including a Finnish guy who was my bf for a bit). Umeda district had a few gay bars/clubs and a gay bathhouse back then. Genuinely can't remember the name of the bathhouse... ...just looked up on Google Maps: Daikichi is the name of the sauna, and I cannot believe Explosion - the gay club in Umeda - is still open! I used to go there all the time, and to Daikichi. Like I said, Japan doesn't change very much. Enjoy! 😄 PS - Also there was a cruising beach down by Nishinomiya, or somewhere close. Suma Beach I think. Get the train to JR Suma station (it's to the west of Kobe), and walk along to the far west side (away from the main part of the beach, where it's really narrow, sandwiched between the sea and a noisy main road). Picked up a different guy anytime I went there in summer. Awesome place it was

02 CARLO The awards ceremony at that restaurant was a complete bore. I sat at the table, listening to endless speeches about cuisine and gastronomic excellence, when what I really wanted was to be home, away from that artificial atmosphere. I wasn’t a restaurant critic, nor a social event reporter. What I really wanted to do was cover serious news, investigate the criminal gangs that infested Sicily like a plague. But apparently someone inside the newspaper was trying to boycott my work. I knew I was bothering the criminals, so I had to keep investigating. But not everyone was happy about it. When I finally managed to leave the restaurant, the night was already dark and the streets were almost deserted. I walked quickly, with my hands stuffed in my coat pockets, trying to ignore the cold that was biting my skin. My mind was still busy with the stories I wanted to write, the denunciations that needed to be made. Sicily was not only a place of beauty and tradition; It was also a place of shadows, where crime hid behind respectable facades. And I was determined to expose it, no matter the cost. It was then that I felt that strong hand pressing a piece of cloth against my nose. The smell of the liquid was strong, almost suffocating, and I immediately realized what was happening. I tried to struggle, but the man was too strong. He held my body as if I were a rag doll, with no chance of escape. My arms and legs felt like they weighed tons, and each movement was more difficult than the last. “There’s no point in fighting,” I heard a low voice say, but I couldn’t see the speaker’s face. The darkness of the street seemed to swallow everything around me. I tried to scream, but no sound came out. The liquid in the cloth began to take effect, and soon my consciousness began to wander. My thoughts became confused, as if they were floating in a sea of fog. The last thing I thought before I passed out was that my fiancée would be worried when I didn’t come home. She always waited for me, even when I arrived late. She said she couldn’t sleep until she was sure I was safe. Now, I had no way to warn her, no way to explain what had happened. When I woke up, I was in a dark, cold place. My head ached, and the taste of the liquid was still in my mouth, bitter and sickening. I tried to move, but realized that I was tied to a chair, my hands and feet bound by thick ropes. The light was dim, coming from a single bulb hanging from the ceiling, and the air was filled with a musty, damp smell. “Is anyone there?” I shouted, but my voice echoed in the void, unanswered. I stood there, trying to make sense of what had happened. I knew my work had upset powerful people, but I never imagined it would go this far. Sicily was a dangerous place, but I had always believed that words had power, that the truth could prevail. Now, it seemed I had underestimated the lengths they were willing to go to in order to silence someone like me. Time passed slowly, and I had no way of knowing if it was hours or minutes. Every sound made me shiver, every shadow seemed to move. I knew I was not alone, that someone was watching, waiting for the right moment to act. But who? And what did they want from me? When I finally heard footsteps approaching, my heart raced. The door opened, and a man walked in. He was tall, with an impassive face and eyes that seemed to see nothing but an object, not a person. “You’ve caused a lot of trouble,” he said, his voice calm and terrifying. “Now you’re going to pay for it.” I tried to speak, but the words wouldn’t come out. He stepped closer, and I felt fear creep up my spine. I knew what was coming wouldn’t be good, but I also knew I couldn’t give up. There were still stories to tell, truths to expose. And as long as I was alive, I would keep fighting for them. But at that moment, all I could do was wait. Wait and try to hold on to the hope that somehow I would find a way out of there. Because deep down, I knew my fiancée wouldn’t give up looking for me. And as long as she was out there, I still had a chance. Those criminals would pay for what they were doing. The man came closer and held my chin firmly, tilting my face up to meet his gaze. His grip was surprisingly gentle, a stark contrast to the fear that surged through my veins. The room was cold, the only light coming from a single bulb dangling from the ceiling, casting harsh shadows across the cinder block walls. The smell of stale cigarettes and fear hung heavy in the air, a potent mix that made it hard to breathe. My heart thundered in my chest, and the ropes bit into my wrists, a painful reminder of my predicament. "You're Carlo, right?" he asked, his voice a low murmur. I nodded, not trusting my voice to betray my fear. "Good, good," he said, his eyes studying me intently. "You've been causing quite a stir with the Cosa Nostra." My heart sank. I had hoped it was just a random mugging, a case of being in the wrong place at the wrong time. But now, the reality of my situation was sinking in. The group Cosa Nostra didn't play games. They had a reason for taking me, and it wasn't going to be pretty. The man's grip on my chin tightened for a moment before he let go. I felt a brief sense of relief, but it was quickly replaced by a new form of terror as he began to untie the ropes that bound me to the chair. My arms and legs remained bound, but suddenly, the chair was no longer part of my prison. He pulled me to my feet, and I stumbled, my legs wobbly from the sudden rush of blood. "I’m Tony Mancini," he said, holding out a hand as if we were at a cocktail party. "And you, my friend, are in a world of trouble." The fear grew colder, wrapping itself around my spine like a serpent. If Tony Mancini was here, it meant the situation was dire. He was notorious for his brutality, a man who didn't just take things; he liked to break them first. He stepped back, allowing me to see him fully. He was tall, with dark hair slicked back from a sharp widow's peak. His eyes were cold, like chips of ice in a winter's grip. I knew that look. It was the look of a man who had seen too much, a man who enjoyed the power he held over others. I tried to speak, to spit out defiance, but all that came out was a muffled sound. "Now, let's talk," he said, his smile never wavering. I took a deep breath and spat at him. "You're all going down," I said, my voice hoarse but steady. "You, your dad, the whole rotten lot of you." Tony's smile grew wider, his eyes glinting in the harsh light. "Is that so?" He stepped closer, his hand coming up to cup my cheek. "You know, you're quite handsome when you're angry." My stomach churned. What kind of sick game was he playing? "I'll tell you what," he said, his voice dropping to a murmur. "We'll make a deal." I waited, my heart racing. "You're going to make me very happy," Tony purred, his hand trailing down to my neck, his thumb brushing against the pulse hammering in my throat. "And in return, I might decide to keep you around a little longer." The implication was clear. I felt the bile rise in my throat, but I forced myself to remain calm. I had to think, to find a way out of this. I couldn't let fear control me. "You see, Carlo," Tony continued, "you have something I like. And I have something you need. A way to live." He leaned in closer, his breath hot against my ear. "But first," he whispered, "you're going to show me how much you want to live." Before I could react, he grabbed my face with both hands and turned it to the side. His gaze was intense, hungry. "You have such a pretty mouth," he said, licking his lips. "It's a shame to waste it on talking." My body went rigid with disgust and fear as Tony's other hand reached down and unzipped his pants. That man was going to rape me.

In early March last year, I drove to Burlington, Vermont for a quick overnight business trip. This was my first time there and I didn’t know much about Burlington other than it is a college town. As I drove to the downtown area, there were a lot of college students walking around the campus, which was next to the business district. Now, I am a 50 something DILF with blue eyes and a shaved head, and a body that shows my dedication to hitting the gym every day. I try to stay healthy because I recently found a year ago that I am poz. I am not sure when I got the bug, and I'm not on any meds yet, even though my viral load is through the roof. I had a reservation at the Hilton and checked in early. It was about 1:00 pm, and I had not had lunch yet, so I started to look for a place to eat. I drove into a parking garage and as I was looking for an open spot, I saw an older couple and two guys who appeared to be college students – I assumed that mom and dad were visiting their sons. As I drove past, the younger man and I locked eyes. This guy was probably 20 years old, had curly blond hair, and he was adorable. I am not usually attracted to twinks, but he was eye candy indeed. With the car finally parked, I had to find a restaurant. As I walked out of the garage, I noticed a little diner-style restaurant featuring Mexican cuisine, so I checked it out. There was a free table and I grabbed it. As I sat down, I looked up and the twink from the garage was seated with his family two tables away. Once again, our eyes locked and then he looked away. He was even more sexy close-up. During my meal, every couple of minutes, I caught the guy checking me out. Then, I did something never do. I reached into my pocket and found a slip of paper and wrote “Hilton Hotel, room 305, 8 pm”. About 15 minutes later, I noticed that the other table was getting ready to leave. As the twink stood up to put on his jacket, I got up to go to the mens room and made eye contact. As I brushed by him, I discreetly passed the slip of paper into his hand. Our eyes glanced, and then I moved past him. After lunch, I took care of business matters, and then I hit the hotel gym. At about 7:45, I left the gym without any idea if the sexy guy was going to show up, or if he trashed the note. I opened the door to my room and turned on the TV and took a shower. As I got out of the shower, I heard a light knock on the door. With just a towel wrapped around my waist, I opened the door a crack and saw the sexy twink, five minutes early. He said “Hi” as I invited him in. I introduced myself and he said his name was Dave. I told Dave to make himself comfortable and he kicked his sneakers off. He said that he was glad I gave him the note but he was very nervous. I told him to relax and put my hand up to his face and we started kissing. Dave smelled freshly showered and without cologne. He unbuttoned his shirt and then he pulled my towel off. Dave had a nicely muscled chest with a light dusting of golden hair. He looked down at my flaccid cock. "I've never seen a guy with a P.A. before. Did it hurt?" he asked. "Yeah, it hurt but just for a second. Take it in your mouth , but don't chip a tooth." I replied, smiling. I put some light pressure on his shoulders and he knelt down in front of my cock and took it in his mouth. Clearly, it wasn't the first cock he sucked. After a few minutes I lifted him up and suggested we get comfortable on the bed. He still had his jeans on, but I was naked as I lay next to him and began kissing him again, focusing on his lips, neck and ears before eventually licking his pert little nips. He was responding very favorably and I unbuttoned his jeans and said, "Let's slide these off." Dave was on his back and I pulled his jeans off. He was wearing a white Bike jockstrap, which made my already hard cock stiffen further. I was on top of him, kissing him, licking those golden hairy pits, lightly nibbling on his nips. He was quietly moaning and his ankles were resting on the backs of my thighs. Dave had a treasure trail which led down to his jockstrap and I followed it. The jockstrap was stretched tight trying to contain the his erection, which was about 7 inches, as well as a seemly hairy crotch. I breathed in the aroma of his cock through the jockstrap, and mouthed it through the material. Then, as I did with his jeans, I pulled the jockstrap off of him, freeing his beautiful cock, which slapped against his 6 pack. I licked from his perineum, to his hairy nuts and up along his cock to the tip of his cock head. Then I slowly took his cock head into my mouth and down until it was in my throat. His cock was oozing sweet precum and I couldn't resist sucking it, but I didn't want him to cum anytime soon. So, I pushed his legs up with his knees toward his chest and started to eat his beautiful ass. Dave's ass cheeks had just a peach fuzz of hair, but there was more hair in his ass crack. He gasped loudly as I started to rim him. Again, I could smell the freshness of his ass after a fresh shower -- it seems that he had prepared. "OMG, no one has ever rimmed me before. It feels better than I imagined it would." Dave said. I replied, "Really? You've never been rimmed?" He said, "No. I've only seen it on porn. As far as guys go, I've only kissed and traded blow jobs with dudes. And I fucked my old girlfriend from last year before I came out." At that moment, I knew I needed to paint the inside of this hot little guy. I told him to flip over, so he laid down flat on his stomach. I reached over to the bed side table and got a bottle of massage oil and a little brown bottle of Iron Horse. I said, "Just relax Dave. You're going to enjoy this." I poured some of the oil on his back and started to massage him. I pushed the stress of the day right out of his neck and shoulders. He cooed, "Oh that feels so fucking good!" I pour more oil onto my hands and then massaged his arms. I admired his bulging biceps and triceps. Dave knew his way around a gym like a good gay boy should. Then I poured some oil on the base of his back. I worked on his lower back, his glutes and then his legs. He was in a state of both horniness and relaxation from my labor of lust. I left the bottle of oil at the foot of the bed next to the unopened bottle of poppers for later. Then I spread his ass cheeks with my hands and dove face first into his crack. I began to deep rim him while pinning his thighs to the bed to control the vibe of the scene. He gasped as my tongue went past his first ring and started to slither in him. He said, "God, I need you to fuck me so bad!" I replied, "There's plenty of time for that." I wanted to heighten his level of sexual urgency. With him still face-down on the bed, I laid-down on top of him with my 8 incher landing lengthwise in his crack. With all the oil I used on him, we were slick against each others bodies - my chest flat on top of his back. Dave tried to maneuver his ass so that my cock would enter him, but I was in control of him and the situation and would let him do that. I began to tease his hole by putting the tip of my cock up to the hole, but not penetrating him at all, and then sliding lengthwise along his crack again. I did this for about ten minutes as my precum mixed with the oil in his ass crack. Then I flipped him on his back. I pushed his knees up to his chest and began to eat his ass again. It still seemed very tight. So I reached back and grabbled the bottle of massage oil and dribbled some in his ass with him still in missionary position. Then I put his ankles on my shoulders and I traced around his asshole with my finger, then I slowly worked my finger into him. "Keep breathing. Tell me if I hurt you and I'll stop" I told him. "I'm good. Keep going." he replied. I started to massage his prostate and he groaned. "Fuck that feels so weird and good," Dave said. I told him, "I'm going to add another finger. Keep breathing and tell me how you're feeling." I added the second digit and he tensed up, so I instructed him to breath. He relaxed and started to enjoy it. When I took my fingers out of him, his hole was gaping. It was time. I started to rub the length of my cock along his ass crack. Every so often, I touched the tip of my cock to his hole, which still gaped a bit. Then I told him to breath deep and I pushed the tip of my cock head into his hole. "Oh my god, oh my god, it really hurts," he cried. I stopped and held my cock so the head was just inside him and reached back to grab the bottle of Iron Horse. "Have you ever used poppers?" I asked. "I know what they are but no, not yet," he replied. I broke the seal of the bottle and opened it. "I'm going to hold it to your nostril. Make sure you don't let the liquid get in your nose, but breath the fumes deeply into one nostril and hold for five seconds and then do the same with the other nostril," I instructed. I moved the bottle to his nostril and he did what I said. Then I capped the bottle. Dave's head went back and his hole body seemed to relax as I pushed my cock head into him. I kept a steady push until my nuts were against his taint and I stayed still. I handed him the bottle this time and told him to do it again, which he did. "How you doing, buddy?" I asked. "Please just pound me...you feel so good," was his response. Dave's cock was rock hard and drooled precum on his abs. I picked up the pace and started pounding him. On each stroke, I withdrew so that my cock head was outside of his ring but still barely in him, then I pushed into the hilt. After a few of these, Dave held the bottle up to his nose and huffed again. I was all-out railing him and he cried out, "I think I'm going to cum!" I knew I needed to cum in him fast or the window of opportunity might close, so I pounded him so hard the bed was hitting the wall. Suddenly, I groaned and came in Dave balls-deep. He jerked his cock a few more times and his load hit his face. I bent over and licked the cum off of his adorable face and snowballed it to him. I rolled over on my back pulling him on top of me while my softening cock was still in him. He straightened out, releasing my cock and he laid down on top of me. "That was so hot," he said. I had to agree. I suggested that he get in the doggy position. I got behind him and told him to push the load out of his ass. I lapped all of it up and swallowed. "You might need an abortion after that!" I said and we both chuckled. We laid in bed for a few minutes. Then Dave said he probably needed to go because he had a lab the next morning at 7:30 am. So he got dressed and I put on a robe. I saw him to the door and gave him a parting kiss. I don't know for certain that I knocked Dave up, but I'd say it's likely. He had no way to contact me. But he probably didn't feel well about two weeks after our romp.

Just a few things to consider with NATO funding. Member contributions are calculated as a % of GDP (makes sense, right?). The target worked is 2%. The US does contribute more than that, butt not the highest. Poland and Estonia each contribute a higher percentage. Some countries are below 2%. Also keep in mind that the US is the only country to have actually invoked Article 5, and received NATO support in a military action after an attack (in response to the 9/11 attack.)

Pick a different source than Fox News. None of your statement is true. The only war policies being chased are Russia's and Trump and WAY too many Republicans, are supporting him.

That is factually false. Stop repeating and parroting trump.

Part 9 "Fuck Dad, what happened ? s he really a doctor " I asked doubtfully smiling while exiting the clinic... tasting dad load and feeling my sore humid ass. "Yes he is really my doc. He has been following me for years now" he replied. As for what happened... well let us discuss this at home". We got in the car and arrived 10 minutes later at home. We settled in the kitchen to grab a coffee, silently. "Dad... I actually enjoyed what happened" I started, seeing Dad's startled face "I mean, I cannot deny the waves of pleasure every time dicks rub my prostate. I did not knew we could cum that way and that was so intense..." Dad remained silent, looking at me, sipping his coffee. "It is likely I take the PEP, but I cannot foresee a situation where I would not look for this sort of bliss again." "Is that so ?" he finally said, with a grin "Well yes" I blushed "Well PEP is for post exposure Son. If you want to go on taking dicks, you have similar drugs you could take for pre-exposure... because Son, not all guys will tell you if they are poz not, detectable or not... So you are down to three patch : using condoms, using PrEP or just going wild" "Well, I expect you were more on that latter side yourself, no ?" "Son, PrEP did not exist when I was pozzed. But I enjoyed so much raw sex and condoms were turning me down so it was a gamble at some point. Now whatever you decide to do, I will be here to support you the way you want me to" "I bet you do" I laughed, patting his leg, expecting him to think he would fuck me as a supporting way... "What ?" he laughed himself "Supporting me, huh ? I was imaginating what that could be that's all!" I replied with a smile. "I see... well, this can be the kind of support I can give if it is the one you want" he simply said chuckling. "But I was more referring to be there to listen, provide recommendations..." "I know Dad! I was jus joking... somehow" "Somehow ?" I stay silent, gazing at him "How somehow Son ?" I raised to my feet before kneeling in from of him, looking at him in the eyes, while opening his fly, get out his dong and start sucking him to make him hard. "Is that so Son ? Fuck, for a straight boy, you became quite quickly a cock-whore!" he said while petting my head while I please him and his stiffening cock. "You already has one load that hole this morning. I would like to deposit this one in the other ones" He said "plus you are already lubed up with Mark dirty seed!" I just nodded in approval while starting deepthroating him as his cock was going fullmast. "To your feet son" he helped me to get to et up, while moving my shorts down exposing my bare ass in his jock. He made bend over the kitchn counter. I felt his hand wander around my hole "So creamy... You are becoming a cumdump Son, be careful what you wish for" he added, before aiming his pierced dick at my hole and penetrating me. Despite the doc load as lube, Dad size was still hurting me. "you heard what Mark said, my piercing is ruining you inside and you feel it, don't you... with both our cum, if you do go on PEP, you will be pozzed son." "I know Dad.... I know... Everything in its own time!" I said, just starting to feel the wave of pleasures slowly replacing the pain "For now, just fuck me... make me cum like you did yesterday!" "Oh slutty boy" was he replied before becoming more talkative "You like your Dad cock heu ? "Yes I do!" I said as he was driving me crazy with each thrust sending waves "Are you sure you want another poz load in you Son ? "Yeah, I am! Fuck Dad, I feel your cock when patting my stomach, that feels amazing" "Yeah you like that ?" his dirty talk just fucking turned me on... lust took complete control over me "I am gonna seed you Son!" His dick massaging my prostate and his talk pushed over the edge and I shot my load in the jock, already soaked "Fuck Dad I am cumming" "Yeah ? Good, I about to. Are you sure you want it ?" "Yes" "Yes what ?" "Yes, pleas fill me with your seed!" "Son you are becoming such a slut." he said as he goes on nearing his climax "Beg for it! Beg for my poz cum!" "Please Dad, breed me with you poz cum!" "As you desire!" In a final thrust I could feel Dad's cock throbbing deep inside. After a few seconds, he withdrew and made me kneel in front of him "Clean that boy". I did as told, tasting a bit of iron again with our mix fluid... "Good Son... but you better get the PEP! Or you will definitely get poz !" he said. AS I let go of his softening cock, I rose to my feet again. "You are right Dad... But how would you go on ?" "What do you mean ?" "Well as I said before, I cannot foresee a future without prostatic orgasm... nor cock like yours" "That is sweet of you... but if that is what you now want I would then recommend to go on PrEP. Then I could fuck you..." I pause unsure how to say what is coming to him... "Dad, before visiting the doc, I read a lot about that... and that fucking turned me on... And I read that you call the man that converted you your father... Well since I read that I cannot stopping about you beconing a second time my father." Dad was looking at me in disbelief. Though he was the one who introduced me to raw rough gay sex, he could not believe what I said... "You are becoming quite a chaser Son. Are you sure you are aware off hte consequences ? I mean, being poz comes with a price. You will be sick as shit when you sero-convert, you would have regular checkups to monitor ou rviral load, you would have to on meds to not alter your life-span..." "Yeah I read all of that. and because I am your son, you already saif you would support me the way I want." "Are you really really sure, Jay ? because this cannot be undone!" "I am not sure, but I cannot get away from you. It seems your tattoos act like a magnet to me now..." Without adding a word , Dad mades me face the counter and bent me over... and he rammed his cock which was full erect again "Alright Son, then so be it" I gasped by the sudden and surprised turn of event, but still growing excited. He starts fucking me with long slow strokes this times and he said "Here are some rules then : You will share my bed si I can fuck you every time I want to. You will stay with me as long as you want, but you cannot leave before you convert. You cannot be fucked by other men before then. Once you convert, we get you on meds. Agreed ?" "Yes Dad!" "I was not expecting this when you called Saturday morning, Son, but god, I love your ass!" "And I lot your cock" once that said, he made his assault more rough "Is that all ? Beg for it!" "Please fuck me" I replied, as I also was full mast, my dick swirling in my cum and precum in the jock. "I will seed you son! I will impregnate your deep guts with my toxic load! "Yeah, you will ?" "Yes! Fuck your ass is sucking out my cock... I will already shoot." "Please, Dad, give to me!" "Yeah ? He it comes Son. Take it deep" and in a last brutal movement I could feel him planting his seed deep inside my guts. "Now Son, your conversion journey continues then!" he said panting, as I was in ecstasy of the feeling... Expecting what could be a full week with him, after just this single weekend!

I laid next to Adrian, as he wrapped his big muscular arms around me, and held me close to his body. I could feel his soft cock nestled against my ass, which was still leaking his cum. His poz cum I reminded myself. What the fuck had I done. I tried to fall asleep, but I was restless, fighting the thoughts in my head and had a tough time falling asleep. Meanwhile, Adrian was out cold sleeping next to me. I could not believe I was spooning with a gay man, with his cock resting against my freshly opened ass. Eventually, after what felt like several hours, I drifted off to sleep. I woke up, after what felt like I had just fallen asleep. I felt something hard poking at my ass, and I was trying to remember where I was and what was going on. "Baby girl is finally up. You were out cold, must have been exhausted after Daddy fucked that ass last night. We need to get going soon, but Daddy wants another crack at that ass before we go." It all came running back to me, and I remembered I was in some strangers hotel room, and what was poking at my ass was his hard cock. My asshole felt wet, and I remembered it was full of two of this guys cum loads. Poz cum loads. My body shuttered at the thought of poz cum being in my ass. "What's going on fag boy. I can see your brain going a thousand miles an hour. I bet you have a lot of thoughts in that head right now. Thats perfectly normal for a freshly turned white fag boy. Tell Daddy what you're thinking". I explained to Adrian that I was nervous as hell about getting HIV, and I couldn't figure out why his cock felt so good in my ass, even though I was straight. I began to tear up and sob, telling Adrian that I couldn't be gay. "Listen to me boy. You can tell me you're straight all you want, but the way your ass turned out for my big black cock last night, the way you were begging for more dick, and the way you were pushing that tight pussy back trying to get more cock in you, told me all I need to know. You are 100% a new white fag boy for black cock. You may have came into this room last night straight, but you are leaving as a fag boy. You're gonna be begging for cock the rest of your life. The faster you accept that the more fun you're gonna have." I continued sobbing into my pillow, mostly because I knew he was right. My ass was twitching. Adrian had been teasing my hole with his big hard dick as he was talking to me, and I could only think about how I wanted it in me. "Do you want Daddy to fuck that ass again? I can feel that hole moving with my big cock. I think you want me to breed this pussy again. Is that what you want slut?" "Ye....yeah Daddy", I responded. "Yeah Daddy what? Tell Daddy what you want fag." "Fuck my pussy. Fuck me with your cock. Breed my ass with your cum stud." I was drunk again, thinking only of Adrian's big cock in my ass. All common sense had gone out the window. I felt Adrian's body turn onto his back, pulling me with him. Adrian pulled me up so I was sitting on his chest. I looked down at him, and I could see he had his phone out. He was recording this. "What the fuck" I thought to myself, as my heart raced and I panicked. Adrian told me he was recording me begging for his cock, that way I could not try and deny I wanted his cock in the future. "Daddy is gonna hold onto this in case you change your mind in the future. That way the whole world can know you are a little gay slut". At this point I didn't even care anymore. Adrian continued recording, telling me to look at his phone. "Do you wanna be Daddy's little slut boy?" "Yes..." I responded. "Do you wanna ride Daddy's big cock?" Again, I said "yes", almost begging. "This is whats gonna happen. If you ride Daddy's cock, you are agreeing to be Daddy's little sex toy. I'm gonna Poz you. I guarantee it will happen. I'm gonna train that ass to take Daddy's dick, and any other dick Daddy wants to give you. You will be at my beck and call to take dick. Is that what you want?". "Mmphh...ye...YES DADDY", I eagerly responded. "Then get that tight ass on Daddy's dick and fuck yourself", Adrian responded with a little laugh. I reached back and grabbed his cock and worked the big mushroom head to my hole. My ass was still leaking the two loads that Adrian had put in the night before, so lube wasn't even needed. I sat down and slowly impaled myself on his cock. I slowly slid down the big cock, my ass sore from the night before. I winced from the pain of his cock re-entering my hole, but kept sliding down his cock. "That's right fag boy, ride that cock. Daddy can't wait to train your faggot ass." Before long I felt Adrian's pubes scratching at my ass cheeks, and I knew I was finally balls deep. The pain went away and was replaced with pure pleasure. This unlocked something inside of me, and I began bouncing up and down on his dick like my life depended on it. I needed another big poz load in my ass. "Look at my baby boy riding that cock. You're a fucking natural slut. Keep that up you're gonna get my load real quick fag". I noticed Adrian still had his phone out, recording me fucking myself on his cock. "What do you think that girlfriend would say if she saw you riding my big cock. Do you think she know's you're a fag?" he asked me. I didn't answer, and kept fucking myself on his cock. "Answer Daddy's fucking question. Do you think that girlfriend knows you're a cock whore?" "No..no sir..she thinks.. I'm straight sir" I answered, trying to answer between breaths as cock slammed into me. "Used to be straight. You're a cock whore now boy", he answered back. This encouraged me more and I kept bouncing up and down. Before long, Adrian's breathing went ragged and he grabbed my hips and forced me down on his cock. I felt his cock swell up, and then start throbbing another load into my ass. "Mmph fuck yeah fuck boy. I'm putting more poz babies in that tight ass" Adrian roared out as he came. After Adrian came I sat there on his softening dick, feeling what felt like another massive load in my hole. "Fuck I love that pussy" Adrian told me as I sat on his cock. "Clean me up boy. We got a plane to catch". I saw him put the phone down next to him, no longer recording. I climbed off Adrian's cock, and cleaned his cock and balls with my tongue. As I cleaned his cock, Adrian told me what was gonna happen next. "When we get to Georgia tonight this is whats gonna happen. You're gonna dump that worthless girlfriend of yours. Is she meeting you at the airport?" he asked. "Yes Daddy", I responded. "Good, we can save even more time. You will tell her before you even leave the airport. Tell her you are done, and then you will text me. I will be waiting in the parking lot. I will give you a ride from there" "Yes sir" I responded, not even giving a fuck at what he had just told me to do. I didn't care anymore. After I finished cleaning his cock, Adrian got up and got into the shower. I laid on the bed, with his cum dripping from my ass and running down onto the bed. I didn't know what to do while I waited, so I just laid there, not wanting to piss Adrian off. I heard the shower turn off and Adrian came out and got dressed. I watched as his big soft cock bounced in front of his big muscular body. "Fuck this guy is built" I thought to myself as I watched. I must have zoned out, because before long I felt something hit the bed. Adrian had tossed my clothes, phone, and wallet onto the bed. I almost forgot he had taken them the night before. I noticed that Adrian was still holding my boxer briefs, and he was pulling the fabric apart so it ripped into two pieces. "My fag boys don't wear boxer briefs boy. You will go commando today. Daddy will get you some proper undies when we get home. Get in the fucking shower and clean up. Don't you dare push any of those loads out of your hole. I want them leaking out of your ass as you sit on the plane today. Maybe one of them will get you pregnant" Adrian told me, laughing as he told me I would get pregnant. "Also, no fucking cumming until Daddy tells you. I want you horny all fucking day. Is that clear" he commanded. "Yes sir" I got into the shower and felt my hole. It felt so swollen and puffy, but I did not see any blood or anything on my fingers, so there must not have been any damage to it. As I got out of the shower I noticed that Adrian had left several large hickeys on my neck. I got dressed, and I realized there was no way I was going to be able to hide them. "Fuck it", I thought to myself. After I was dressed I checked myself out in the mirror. I was wearing my short light blue running shorts that only went to mid-thigh and black t-shirt. The hickeys were noticeable as hell. Not wearing any underwear felt weird as hell also, but I figured I would get used to it. I guess I really didn't have a choice. When I came out of the bathroom Adrian was gone. I saw my phone had a new message from "Daddy". He must have put his number in my phone before he left. I opened the text message and read it: "I'm going over to the airport fag. Get your shit and meet me there". With that was a video. The one he had just recorded of him fucking me. I grabbed my backpack and went to meet...Daddy? That sounded so fucking weird to think in my head.

Chapter 4 Adrian laid there on top of me, obiously having worked up a sweat plowing my ass because it felt like his chest had a sheen on it. We didn't say anything for what felt like an eternity, but was probably only a few minutes, and Adrian's dick stayed lodged in my ass this entire time. The only sound in the room was the whimpers coming from me. "Relax baby, I can feel that heart racing", Adrian said softely into my ear. He was talking in a much softer, almost sympathetic, tone, which was a change from just a few minutes ago. Adrian's hands slipped under my chest and began rubbing and twisting at my nipples. Nobody had ever touched my nipples like this, and his rough hands felt good as they tweaked and pulled at them. Almost like it was hard wired to my nipples, my cock was once again rock hard. "Stop the whining fag boy, look how hard that little white dicklet is just from having your tits played with. Your're turned on having your nips played with, just like a woman. That don't happen with straight boys. I know you're in denial right now, white boy, but you gotta admit you loved my big dick plowing your ass. The way you were whimpering, begging for my dick, pushing back against that big cock, there's no way you can't say you're a cock slut", he softly whispered in my ear. Adrian squeezing my nipples was making my ass twitch around his cock, clamping down on it like a vice. "Yeah look at your faggot ass, clamping down on Daddy's big cock. You're trying to get it my big cock hard so it can fuck you again?". "Nnoo...Daddy I don't think you should fuck me again". I thought to myself one poz load was enough, I might get lucky and not catch anything. "Bullshit white boy. I know that tight pussy is begging for my cock again. I'm not done fucking this ass tonight. I know this ass wants more". I moaned, not sure sure if it was from the pleasure of my nipples being played with, or the dread of knowing I was gonna be fucked again. I felt Adrian's cock start to swell in my ass, and before long he was rock hard again. Feeling the cock grow in my ass was a weird sensation, and before long I felt my ass pushing up against Adrian, trying to get more cock. I let myself go. I wanted this cock. I didn't give a fuck about anything else, all I cared about was getting another load in my ass. "Yeah baby look at you trying to get more of that cock. I turned your ass. You're such a little faggot", he whispered in my ear. I didn't care about what he was saying, as long as he fucked me again. "You want Daddy to breed this ass again?", Adrian asked. "YES DADDY...PLEASE FUCK ME" I blurted out, almost yelling. I could not believe I was begging to be fucked again. I felt Adrian push himself off my back, his hard cock still lodged deep in my ass. "I'm gonna take these cuffs off white boy, don't do anything stupid". Adrian unhooked the link between the wrist straps, freeing them, but left the straps on my wrists. I felt the blindfold ripped from my head, and I was flooded by the light as my eyes struggled to adjust. Adrian flipped me over onto my back, his cock staying in my ass as he flipped me over. "I want you to watch Daddy as he fucks this tight pussy this time". He grabbed me around the waist and pulled me close to him, pushing his cock deeper into my ass. He grabbed both of my feet and placed them on his shoulders, then leaned forward over me, pushing my ass up into the air. He grabbed my hands and pinned them above my head. I was once again totally held into place so Adrian could fuck me. Adrian's big brown eyes stared down above me as he was about only a foot away. "Beg me to fuck that ass faggot". "Ppllease...PLEASE FUCK ME" I stammered out, wishing he would just start already, wiggling my ass. "What do you want Daddy to do boy", Adrian asked. "PLEASE FUCK ME WITH THAT BIG COCK AND CUM IN MY ASS". "Be careful what you ask for white boy", Adrian smirked and I felt his cock start working its way in and out of my ass. My ass was obviously loosened up from having just been fucked a few minutes ago, but I still felt incredibly full. I could feel the first load that Adrian blew in my ass leaking out around his cock and down my ass crack. "Daddy's gonna work that first load in boy. Nothing better than fucking a sloppy ass." Adrian kept fucking me and all I could do was moan as his big cock hammered at my ass. He had picked up speed to a steady rhythm, his balls filling the room with a "SLAP SLAP SLAP" everytime he bottomed out in my ass. His cock was digging deeper than it had before at this new angle, and it hurt like hell at first, but before long I was loving it. He caught me looking at the tattoo on his waist. He smirked and pointed to it. "You like that faggot? You know what that means?". I shook my head "no". "It means Daddy is POZ", he winked and kept thrusting. For whatever reason this turned me on even more. My lega slid off Adrian's shoulders and wrapped around his waist, trying to hold him closer to get more of his cock. He let go of my hands and I grabbed onto his muscular biceps. He took his hands and started tugging at my nipples again, putting my cock into over drive. Before long my cock was spewing again, blowing another one of my loads up onto me and Adrian's chests. "That's how all white boys should cum, hands free with a big black cock slamming into their pussy. You're such a little faggot", Adrian whispered into my ass as he kept fucking me. Adrian started sucking on my neck as he fucked me. It felt so damn good. I had not had anybody suck on my neck like this since I started making out with chicks in high school. I could feel Adrian's beard scratching at my neck as he sucked on it, leaving me with burn marks. There was no way I wasn't gonna have hickey's on my neck when he was done. Before long my cock was blowing a third load. I had never cum 3 times in such a short time frame, but I just could not help myself with this big cock in my ass. When I came, my ass clamped around Adrian's cock. Not long after, Adrian's thrusts and breathing became irregular and I felt his cock swell in my ass. His cock started spurting again, dumping what felt like another massive load in my ass. "Take that poz load white boy. Daddy's filling those guts with his poz babies", he grunted out as he came in my ass. After he came, Adrian collapsed down on me again. I laid there under him, being crushed by his body weight, as we both caught our breath. I felt Adrian's cock soften and slip from my ass with a "pop", followed by dribbles of what I knew had to be Adrian's cum down my asscrack. We laid there for a few minutes before I felt Adrian slide up off of me and stand next to the bed. It had felt good to be protected under Adrian's body, almost like we were having a moment. How had a I come to this? Laying under a big black stranger who had just fucked my ass, even after I asked him not to. I should be furious right now, but all I could think about how hot his cum dripping from my ass is. My ass felt so empty, like it was missing something. If you had told me this morning that I would be laying on a bed with two poz loads up my ass tonight I would have punched you in the face. But yet here I was. "Am I gay?", I thought to myself. "Nah, this was fun, but I still love women", I tried to tell myself. "I'm gonna go back to Audrey and pretend none of this happened". But then I panicked about Adrian being POZ. My heart raced once again. How I had let this happen once, yet alone beg for it a second time? My thoughts were quickly interrupted, as I felt Adrian grab me by the hair and pull me to the side of the bed. "A faggot always cleans up when Daddy is done fucking them. Get my cock cleaned up". I looked up at Adrian's cock and saw his cock shaft was slick my ass juicies, and his short pubes had white froth in them from churning up the cum in my ass as he fucked me. Not knowing what to do I grabbed the comforter from the bed to wipe Adrian's cock, as he held my head firmly by the hair. Adrian slapped me in the face, causing me to see stars again. "WHAT THE FUCK ARE YOU DOING? THE ONLY THING YOU USE TO CLEAN THAT COCK IS YOUR MOUTH!!", he bellowed out. Clearly the old Adrian was back. I gagged in my mouth, thinking about where that cock had been and what could be on it. Before I could think anymore Adrian pulled my hair into his crotch, and I had not choice but to start licking. I cleaned all of the cum and ass juices from his cock, licking around so much that my tongue started to get sore. When Adrian was satisfied with my work he let go of my hair and walked into the bathroom, while I just knelt on the bed, not knowing what to do. I heard Adrian taking a piss in the bathroom, it sounded like he had just turned a garden hose on. The toilet flushed and Adrian walked out. I looked at Adrian, waiting for my next instructions, hoping I would not be yelled at again. "Look at you obeident little white boy, waiting for Daddy to come back. Go cleaned up fag time for bed". I got off the bed and went into the bathroom. "Don't you dare push any of my babies out of your ass baby boy, we want those swimmers to knock you up tonight". I closed the door and looked in the mirror. I looked like a mess. My hair was messed up, my eyes were red and puffy, and there was dried cum on my chest. My neck was full of hickey's from where Adrian had sucked on my neck. "That's gonna be tought to explain", I thought to myself. I turned around and inspected my ass in the mirror. My ass was red and tender to the touch, and my hole looked swollen. I could see a little of Adrian's coming leaking from my hole. I washed my face under the sink and grabbed a wash cloth and wiped the cum and lube from my ass crack before going back to join Adrian. I came out of the bathroom and saw Adrian laying in the other bed than the one we had just fucked on. I went to the bed Adrian fucked me on, not wanting to share a bed with him. "No white boy, you sleep over here with Daddy tonight". "What the fuck", I thought to myself. This man had just bred my ass twice, sleeping in a bed with him wasn't going to make it any more gay than it already has been. I crawled into bed next to Adrian, and he rolled over and put his big arms around me, and I could feel his big soft cock nestled in my ass crack. I thought Adrian was trying to fuck me again, but before long I could hear him snoring in my ear. I laid there, not able to sleep, trying to gather my conflicted thoughts. "Did I really like this? Am I gay? Did I just get HIV" I thought again to myself.

Chapter 2 I felt a sudden slap across my face, and I saw white in my eyes and I felt a burning sensation. This dude just slapped me across my face for no reason, what the hell. "It's not Adrian any more white boy, you can call me Daddy or Sir. White slut boys like you need to know your place." Adrian let go of my dick that he had been firmly holding and twisting this entire time. My dick stung like crazy as the blood rushed back and it the numbness started to wear away. The brute of a man sat at the edge of the bed and just stared at me with this piercing brown eyes. "Don't just stand there baby boy show me what we got to work with. I knew I wanted to fuck your preppy little college ass when I saw you sitting there in the airport, with your little booty shorts that only went down to the middle of your thigh, like all you little slutty college boys wear, and those white tube socks and white Converse. Goddamn you looked so fuckable, it took me all I could not to fuck you right there. I couldn't believe you agreed to come to my room. I knew right then my dirty dick would be in your ass tonight". My face went beet red hearing Adrian, or I guess "Daddy", talking to me like that like I was some kind of chick. I squirmed and didn't know what this man was asking me to do. I also wondered why the hell he referred to his dick as "dirty". He suddenly reached up and ripped away my towel, and I stood there fully nude with my cock hanging free just a few feet from this stranger. "Ok ok, looks like baby boy has a nice little baby dick. Not bad for a white boy, but I know you're not pleasing any women with that thing". I was so embarassed, but I also felt my anger rising inside me hearing this man insult me like that. My cock was about 6 inches long and nicely thick, and I had never heard any complaints from the women. It was average from what I had seen in locker rooms growing up. "Turn around and lets see the business side. Show me that college dumpy. Lets see if those cakes look as nice as they did in this little shorts you were wearing". I slowly turned around, awkwardly, having never been in this position before. "Oh look at those two tight white cakes. Goddamn my big cock is gonna look so good pushing between them. Spread those cheeks faggot let me see that little pucker." I reached behind me and pulled my ass cheeks apart, with my eyes closed, hoping that would somehow help spare me the embarassment if I pretended I wasn't in the room. I felt Adrian brush his finger around my crack, pressing at my hole. "Thats a tight pussy. You ever put anything up this tight ass boy?'" he asked me. "N..No....No Sir" I told him back with a shaky voice. "Mmhmm. I knew you were a little virgin college prep. Thinking you're straight jock with a girl. Wait until you get this black rod up that ass pussy. I guarantee all you little white fucks are the same. Once you take this cock balls deep you'll be begging for more. I bet you'll be a true little cock slut by morning". I told myself there was no way in hell I would ever let myself enjoy this. I was a straight man who loved women, there was no way I would ever enjoy a dick up my ass. "Bend over my lap here boy I wanna get started". I shuffled around and laid across this mans lap, like a little kid who was in trouble. I could not believe I was doing this. "This is whats gonna happen now slut. I'm gonna slap this ass around a bit, bring a little color out of it. I think it helps my boys realize whos in charge here". I rolled my eyes, as if I didn't already know I clearly was not the one calling the shots here. As I laid across Adrian's lap I noticed a new tattoo that I had not noticed before. Just above his waist line of his boxers was a weird symbol, kinda like the ones you see in the chemistry lab on dangerous chemicals. I don't think what Adrian told me totally clicked, because when I felt the first blow to my ass cheek I let out a squeel and stood out on my tip toes, trying to move. But Adrian's other hand held my firmly in his lap."I like when they squeel and squirm", Adrian said to nobody in particiular. "I'm gonna gonna forgive you this time white boy, but a good little faggot always thanks Daddy when he gives him something". "Yes sir" I responded, just before another blow struck my ass. "Thank you...Sir" I grunted out, with tears my in eyes from the pain. This was followed by a quick succession of three more slaps to my ass cheeks, which I quickly thanked him for to avoid any trouble. This went on for what felt like forever, with no random order. My ass would get spanked once, followed by a long silence as I laid across his lap, followed by three slaps, silence, then two slaps, silence, then three again, and then 1. My ass felt like it was on fire and I was pretty sure I was not gonna be able to sit for a week. Tears from the pain were rolling down my face, but I tried to keep it togther to show I wasn't weak. The weirdest thing was that my my cock got hard as Adrian beat my ass, and stayed hard the entire time. This didn't go unoticed by him, "Look at that hard little dicklet. Looks you are already turning into a little faggot, hard like that just from getting your ass slapped around. Straight men woudn't do that." As quick as it started, I was suddenly pulled off Adrians lap and told to get on my knees. I didn't know what he had in store for me next, but I was so happy to get a break from the spanking. "That ass is red as a tomato boy. You should see my handprints all over it. Its kinda cute. If you forget who's calling the shots tonight you will find your ass bent over my lap again until you remember who's in charge. Stay on your knees fag I gotta grab some stuff for our next lesson". Adrian walked away and I could hear him digging in his suitcase. I was afraid to look over, mostly because I didn't want to see what he was doing, but also because I didn't want him to think I was disobeying him. I kept my eyes looked on the flower pattern of the bed comforter in front of me for several minutes before I heard Adrian walking back. "Put your hands behind your back". As I moved them behind me, Adrian quickly grabbed one wrist and put some kind of leather strap around it and buckled it. This same process was followed by my other wrist. As soon as both wrists had the straps secured, I felt Adrian pull them together and I heard a clasp. My hands were stuck behind my back, and could not move them or get out of the straps if I tried. "That should keep those little white hands out of the way as you suck my big cock" Adrian whispered in my ear as he now grabbed my foot. The same process was repeated on my feet, the only difference was there was about a foot of chain between the two straps that allowed me to move them, ever so little but I could still move them. Adrian told me "I always care a little fuck boy kit when I travel, just in case I come across a little white slut boy like you who needs to be broken". Adrian came back around and sat on the bed in front of me. I remained kneeling in front of him, with my heart racing. I didn't know what was next, but I knew I had now given up total control to Sir. This was my first chance to really take a good look at Adrian up close. I could see his chest had a small amount of hair that covered his tight pecs. His stomach was tight, he didn't have a 6 pack but it was firm with a definite v shape. He had bulging veins that ran up both arms. It was apparent he spent some time in a gym. My eyes again noticed the biohazard tattoo, but I still had no clue what it meant. I could see the large bulge in his boxer briefs staring at me, intimidatingly. Of course this guys got a big cock I thought to myself, nervously, not knowing how I was going to manage this. "Time to meet your new friend fag" Adrian said to me as he roughly grabbed my head and rubbed it against his crotch. I could feel his cock rubbing against my face through his boxers. I could smell a musk, and a hint of piss. My own cock continued to betray me and was hard as a rock, even though I told myself I was not enjoying this. "I like you little bitches to have your hands tied down when they suck my cock for the first time. Keeps 'em out of the way, and that way you fucks can't try and push away the first time this big hog stretches their throat." Adrian pulled his boxers down to his ankles and he pulled my face in closer to his crotch. "Get that mouth on my cock slut boy. Keep this teeth off my dick or you're gonna regret it." I knelt there, frozen, not sure I could find the strength to put this big cock in my mouth. His cock was semi hard, and was already 6 inches and thick, with a big set of balls hanging low below it. Even his cock looked like it worked out, it had veins running all around it in all of the right places. "You like what you see? Thats what a real mans cock looks like fag boy. Get a good look at what gonna break that cherry ass here in a little bit". I must have waited too long, because Adrian grabbed his cock with one hand and pulled me by the hair in closer, "open that little mouth bitch and start working on this cock before you really regret it". I took this as encouragement and took another mans cock into my mouth for the first time. I had the big pink head in my mouth and it tasted kind of salty and felt fleshy. I started to suck, trying to replicate that way Audrey went down on my dick when she gave me dome. "Back and forth, just like that. You're getting the hang of this baby boy. You're doing good. You sure this is the big black cock in that pretty mouth?" I didn't answer, my mind numb with focusing on working this cock in my mouth, with the focus of maybe getting him off now and saving my ass. His cock was now rock hard, and looked to be about 8.5" long, and fairly thick. My mouth really had to stretch to take that log into my mouth. I was able to work about 4 inches in before I would gag and sputter. I felt a light slap to my face, and I looked up at Adrian with his cock filling my mouth. "Daddy asked you a question you little faggot. When I talk you better answer. This the first cock in your mouth boy?" "Mmmpmmph" I tried to answer back, with saliva now running out the corners of my mouth and running down my chin. Adrian continued pulling my head by the hair up and down his hard cock, back and forth, for what felt like forever. I could feel it twitch in my mouth, and Adrian would let out an "oh fuck baby", "goddamn work that cock", fuck that mouth feels so good on that big cock". I had a weird sense of pride that Adrian was enjoying this, and that I was doing a good job. Adrian was getting rougher and rougher with my mouth, and I was talking more of his cock. I could get about 5 inches, but every time it hit the back of my throat I would gag and sputter like I was gonna throw up. The back of my throat was starting to hurt as his cock head repeatedly slammed into it. Adrian took a more sympathetic tone, and told me I had to breath through my nose and just open my mouth and swallow his cock. He kept a hold of my hair, and rubbed my face softly with his other hand. His foot rubbed at my cock, "Look at that little white dicklet, hard as a rock. I knew you were gonna love being a fag. You were always a little fag deep down inside. I just had to bring it out". Tears ran down my face, I was unsure if it was from shame or from the cock in my throat. Maybe both. "I didn't tell you earlier, must have slipped my mind" Adrian smirked, as he continued "if you do a good job tonight you might get a gift later". What the fuck was this guy talking about. At this point, as my mouth was still being fucked by his cock, I didn't care and thought nothing of it. I am sure it was just some other twisted game he was trying to play with my head. After about 15 minutes of sucking Adrians cock my mouth was a total mess. There was spit and slobber running all down my face and chest. Adrian pulled my head back one last time and told me that was enough sucking his cock. "Not bad for your first time, don't worry we will train that little mouth to deepthroat my cock. Time to get on the bed put this cock up your pussy and take that cherry". Adrian pushed me forward onto the bed and I felt his body on the bed behind me. I knew I was about to get fucked and my heart was racing. I thought there was absolutely no way I could take his cock. "Da...Daddy....I don't think that big cock is gonna fit up my ass. It's gonna wreck me. Can I just keep sucking it until you cum?" I asked Adrian, trying to sound cute hoping he would take sympathy on me. I felt his hands softly rub my ass checks. I could feel his hard wet cock head touch my ass from time to time as it moved back and forth. He tapped my ass cheeks and told me "Baby boy this big cocks going up your ass tonight. You're not the first cherry I've broken and you're gonna love it once it's in, like all little white fuck sluts do. But it's gonna hurt like hell first". I was sick to my stomach and sweating. My heart was racing. How the fuck was he gonna fit the cock up my ass.

please no! leave it to the readers imagination. is much hotter!

Mum's sister. She was dad's work colleague, so that's how my parents met through her. I hadn't been blown at all before that, so even if it was crap it still would have felt amazing.

I'm mindful that the effects of some of these might be entirely psychosomatic. But I've done some neuro tricks for other reasons... such as neuro/vestibular moves to relax hamstrings etc. The nose pinch one kinda has the 'neuro' ring of truth about it. Also the thumb/finger press. But yeah, it could also be psychosomatic. Which means if you believe it, it'll probably work 🤣

While you assess yourself as self critical, you present as self congratulatory for being "one of the few questioning themselves" while you separate your self from, and judge as less than, those you deem "the great safe majority." i wonder if you watched and listened the whole video (or any of it) or just are just using it as a presumptuous jumping off place to assert your superiority, telling others to "face it," as though you can see into them and accurately assume their response. Maybe thinking of, and presenting yourself as one of the few, is self isolating and makes you come off as "boring." Self assertions that you are "pretty good at seeing pros and cons," is not evidence of you being "pretty good at seeing pros and cons." Assertions of "dig[ing] Deep down [in]... research," is again, a self assessment. It may be you are using a teaspoon to dig with, or a massive mechanical backhoe, but in the absence of published results, you are your only peer review. There is a saying, "one who would have friends must prove their self friendly." You do not come off as "vulnerable" or "friendly" to me. Perhaps you feel alone because others see you similarly? If you are one of the 'few' you claim to be, wouldn't you be in constant good company with your self and have a perpetual hard on?

Before Mike was even home he had the hookup app open and was messaging Sir. It was useless to pretend he didn’t want to or that he hadn’t been turned on by what had happened yesterday. He’d been so turned on buy Sir’s load leaking out of him that he’d just come on to and blown one of his straight team mates. He licked his lips. He could still taste Brad’s sweat. Sir’s answer came quickly. “Ready for more already boy? I guessed it would take you at least two days to be horny enough to admit you wanted more of my raw cock.” “I’m ready now Sir.” Mike replied as he walked. “I was so turned on when your load started leaking out of me that I offered to blow my friend when he said his girlfriend wasn’t putting out.” “Fuck boy.” “I can still taste his load in my mouth.” “Holy shit, he took you up on it?” “And blew a massive load down my throat!” “Good Boy!” Mike’s cock gave a little twitch reading the words he now craved. “I kind of wish he’d fucked me though Sir… Swallowing his load was hot but…” “You missed feeling a cock exploded deep in your guts?” “Yes! And he’s thick Sir. It would have felt so good. Not as good as you… but still!” “Good Boy. Give in to your horny impulses.” “Yes Sir!” “Where are you now?” “Almost back to my apartment.” “You ready to beg me to breed your ass again boy?” “Yes Sir! As soon as I swallowed my friend’s load bouncing on your cock was all I could think about.” “Well come over and get it then fag.” Sir replied with a picture of his beautiful hard dick sticking out of the fly of his jeans. “On my way!” Sir grabbed Mike and dragged him through the door. “Turn around faggot.” He growled. Mike did as he was told and turned around so he was facing Sir’s front door. Without warning Sir pulled down Mike’s gym shorts and briefs in one move. A firm hand pushed him forward against the door. Mike was in shock. This was so different from his other encounters with Sir, but it was also so hot. Rough hands spread Mike’s cheeks and warm spit was slathered onto his hole. “Fuck yes,” Sir said in a low harsh voice, “Your holes still wet and open from yesterday. I can feel my load in there. You’re already all lubed up for me.” He wrapped one arm around Mike holding him in place and lined up his cock with the other. Mike was panicking, could he really take Sir’s cock with no warm up like this? He didn’t have much of a choice though. Sir pressed forward, his cock head pushing against Mike’s hole. Mike took a deep breath and let it all out, willing his body to relax. Half of Sir’s cock sunk into him. They both moaned. Sir didn’t wait for Mike to adjust to his cock. He powered forward, filling the boy’s hole. He bucked, using his new play thing. The first fuck had been Mike’s indoctrination, his initiation into the world of raw sex. The second fuck had been about getting Mike to admit what he wanted. This fuck was to show him how he belonged to. Even if he swallowed every guy on the soccer team he belonged to Sir. “Fuck, fuck, fuck! Sir! Holy fuck!” Mike whimpered against the door. Sir held him frim, keeping the boy pinned as he hammered away. It wouldn’t be long now. This fuck was about ownership not about pleasure. He reared back. Taking a deep breath and flooded his boy. “That’s it faggot. Take my load. Feel it filling you up. That’s what you wanted isn’t it. That’s what you couldn’t get sucking off your little straight friend. You needed cum up your ass. Fuck yes boy.” “Fuck yes Sir! Fill me up! Breed my pussy! Use my cumdump hole!” “Good Boy. Good faggot. Fuck.” Sir pulled out slowly, and pulled his pants up. “On my god Sir that was so fucking hot!” “Your hole was made to be bred… you’re a good cock sucker, but you’re a better cumdump. Fuck. Ok I wish I could spend all afternoon pumping you full of cum but I’ve actually got a meeting for work.” He looked at his watch, and then back at his boy. “You know what… I’ve got an idea. Stay there.” Mike stayed put, with his pants still around his ankeles, while Sir left the room. He heard what sounded like Sir making a phone call. Then after a few moments Sir came back with a big grin on his face. “Since I can’t spend the afternoon working your pussy over and you seem so eager to please other men I’ve got a little surprise for you. Oh, you can pull your pants up.” Mike blushed and pulled up his pants. “Here give me your phone.” Mike handed over his phone. “First, here’s my number. Stupid you didn’t have it already. Second.” Sir opened another app. “I’m putting an address into your maps. Go here, knock on the door and tell the man that Jake sent you.”

Absolutely NOT! Although NATO may kick us out thanks to trump and his policies

felching a hole loaded with other men's seed

Hasn't everyone fucked a bathhouse employee? I thought it was a requirement for the membership...

Dave finished showering and heard Niall shout that he could use his bedroom to change. He had gel and aftershave if Dave needed it. He took the offer and looked around Niall's room. A queensize bed at the centre with a dresser. At the end of the bed a shelf and mirror with various scents and products. As Dave approach he noticed a discarded pair of jocks on the ground. This fascinated him. He recalled seeing plenty of lads jocks before, in the changing rooms. Bit that admiration he felt for Niall just came back. He picked up the purple calvin kleins and took a closer look. He noticed some stains in the crotch and got a shiver. He threw them down again and got himself ready to watch the rugby game. As he came down stairs he found Niall sitting on the couch smoking what he thought was weed in a small glass pipe. "Weird looking bong man, never seen one like that". Niall gave a half laugh and explained that it was something a little stronger. He told Dave as it was so bad out he felt like having a pick me up before heading out and offered some to the apprentice. Dave hesitated at first, he wondered what the effects would be. Niall explained that it was just gonna help him relax for the night ahead and would keep him going while clubbing. As had happened on previous occasions Dave followed Niall's advice. The two men then sat down and agreed to watch the first half of the match before venturing further. As the first half progressed the two men took turns at the pipe between them, commenting on play. Niall commented on the size of the men, complimenting Dave on his body, "you're big, but not fat or the like". Dave loved getting praise from the older man he admired and returned the favour telling Niall he kept himself well. Niall put it to Dave he must have seen plenty in the changing rooms though, explaining that he mostly worked, went to the gym and pool and normally no one really parades around in the leisure centre. Dave agreed and then laughed as he commented that he saw plenty of jocks thrown around the place too, like yours upstairs. He suddenly stopped and apologised, saying the pipe must be going to his head. Niall told him not to worry. It makes a fella chatty and that they were just underwear. It was at this point Dave admitted his own underwear was just generic stuff and he needed to invest. Niall laughed, offered him the pipe again and in a serious tone said "Well man, if ya like, I've plenty pairs upstairs. You're free to try em for the night". Dave coughed out of shock, Niall calmly continued to explain that if he pulled a woman might find his stuff more sexy than some random pound shop job. He told Dave think about it while they watched the match and refilled the pipe. "Too wet to head just yet man, might as well have a bit more".

Watch the Dominoes Fall Mondays had become more difficult since that was Gabriel's day off and it wasn't mine. While the condo had been quiet on my "work at home" days for the past few years, now I had someone else roaming around the place while I tried to work. I even got a second TV for the bedroom so that he could watch stuff in there and not disturb me. On the other hand, with our work schedules, it was the one night to try and arrange a hookup for the two of us to fuck some guy and I knew who I wanted to meet next. When I took a break in the morning to refill my coffee cup, I sent a message off to Tim to see if Omar and him wanted to meet us over at The Saddle that evening. "Lemme check" was Tim's response about twenty minutes later. My next work email was to Marc and I got the familiar "out of office" message. "Hmm, that bug must be kicking his ass" I thought. I wondered if Tyler was feeling any better but knew I had to get some work done so I didn't bother checking in with Chase. Gabriel made me a salad for lunch and just after I finished, my hookup phone buzzed. "More guys from a few weeks ago checking in to see if you can fit them in?" Gabriel said, chuckling afterwards. I laughed as I reached for the phone. "Z sick Same symptoms as Tyler so may be bug from uni" was Chase's message. "Or maybe not" I thought to myself as my other phone buzzed. Replying to Chase I typed "Take him 4 test on Fri anyway. Z 2 when he recovers." Swapping phones, I saw a reply from Tim. "Sounds like fun. 9?" he asked and I replied "c u there." "I'm going to meet Tim and Omar over at The Saddle tonight. Wanna join me?" I asked Gabriel. He gave me one of those "what the fuck do you think" looks and I grinned back at him. He took off soon after and came back a couple hours later with a big box. He had done this a few times over the past few weeks and my closet was getting fuller each time. About 8:30pm, he came out of the bedroom and asked "Aren't you going to get dressed?" I chuckled at his eagerness and got my ass off the couch, replacing my trunks with some more appropriate gear. When we got to The Saddle, Tim and Omar were waiting for us out front. We walked in and I got a round of pints for us. With the beers on the table, we sat down and almost immediately Gabriel pulled his tee off, revealing a very nice, thick, hand-made harness over his bare chest. I watched Tim and Omar lick their lips before taking their tees off too. I pulled my shirt off too and looked around and saw most of the guys nearby checking us out. Tim was wearing a more substantial harness than the one he had on last time and it looked good on him. Omar just had a pair of leather cuffs on his wrists, but his furry chest and pert nipples looked damn good. The tight, low cut jeans left the top of his ass visible and invited my hand to slide down inside. "Someone needs to get some more leather if you're going to be hanging out here" I said with a smirk. Omar nodded sheepishly and we all laughed. Once we finished the beers, I pulled my fingers out of Omar's hole before I stood up and led the group to the back room. I felt like everyone in the bar was looking at us and it probably was close to the truth. I paused once I got close to the center of the back room and looked around. Most of the action stopped and the ten or so guys in the room turned and looked at us. I must have waited too long because the next thing I saw was Gabriel pushing Omar toward one of the fuck benches, his hand with a firm grasp on Omar's shoulder. The two of them were stripped down quickly and Omar mounted the bench wearing just his boots and cuffs. Tim and I took the bench next to it, but facing the other direction, since I wanted to watch Gabriel fuck him. Gabriel knelt down and spent less than a minute eating out Omar's ass. It seemed a shame since I would have spent a lot more time feasting on his hairy, poz ass. Both seemed to be into it, with Omar moaning loudly and Gabriel's cock becoming hard as a rock. Tim and I were mostly naked, him in just his shiny new harness and the same tall boots he wore at our first meeting. His hair was braided this time, and would give me a convenient handle as I fucked him. I had on my well worn harness and boots. My tongue spent a lot more time rimming Tim's ass than Gabriel had spent on Omar's. When I stood up, Gabriel was drilling like a man possessed and a thin middle aged guy was walking up in front of Omar. He rubbed his rigid cock over Omar's lips before sliding it past them into his willing mouth. Seconds later, Omar was getting spit roasted and I saw Gabriel and the older guy grin at each other. Tim was a lot tighter than I had remembered and it took several tries before my bare cock worked its way inside. Tim gave out a low groan until I stopped pushing in. The older guy looked over at me and nodded. "Always good to try some fresh meat, huh?" he said. I nodded back and replied "Been in him before but its been a while. Still feels fuckin' good though" before I started plowing in earnest. The guy was slowly fucking Omar's mouth and turned his gaze back to Gabriel. A minute later, he stopped and pulled his cock free of Omar's mouth and crouched down. I saw the motion from the corner of my eye and slowed my thrusts down and turned my head to see what was up. "You see his tattoo, son?" the guy said to Omar. It was just loud enough for me to hear, but only because I was watching to see what was going on. "Yes, sir" Omar replied before grunting from Gabriel's assault. "Ya know what it means?" the guy then asked. No one else in the room was paying attention to this discourse except for the five of us. "I do, sir" Omar said. "Good, then you wont mind me adding my strain" the guy said. "Not at all, sir" Omar replied. The guy stood back up and resumed fucking Omar's mouth. I went back to drilling Tim's ass, amazed that he was still so tight. It wasn't like his body was tensed up, his hole truly was as tight as our first fucks. More proof that he had spent all of his time spreading my bug around. The grunts and groans he made drove home how much he was struggling to take the fuck I was giving him. Omar was having no problem with the drilling that Gabriel and the older guy were giving him, though. Not that he could escape if he tried. Tim started to loosen up and I fucked harder, looking around the room to see if there were any familiar faces. There were a couple but they weren't fucking, just training subs. Occasionally, we'd hear the crack of a whip or something hard hitting bare flesh, but there were only a few of us fucking. I heard Tim grunt "Thank you Sir!" when I slammed in hard and deep and I wondered if he had learned it from a few porn flicks or if he had spent a few sessions with someone as their sub. Based on how tight he wasy, my guess was it was from porn. Several minutes later, his hole was finally at that easy-to-fuck stage where it was loose and sloppy enough to fuck however I wanted. Gabriel seemed to be way ahead of me and soon I heard his familiar growls. He hammered Omar's ass, forcing him to take the older guys cock down his throat. The older guy held on to Omar's head, keeping himself buried as Gabriel pumped his seed into the toxic hole. When the growl ended, Gabriel gave a few slow thrusts and pulled slowly out. Once the cock was out of his throat, Omar was gasping for air but soon he moaned out "Oh fuck yeah!" The older guy and Gabriel swapped spots but instead of sucking Gabriel's cock, Omar lapped all the cum coating it. The older guy shoved in, muttering "Let's make sure that hole is good and knocked up." I heard Tim laugh for a second, but none of us said anything to dampen the guy's thoughts about having a chance at pozzing a sexy young guy. My attention turned back to Tim again and I worked myself up to a frenzied pounding and unloaded a big wad of cum inside Tim's charged up hole. As I recovered from breeding Tim, I looked over and the older guy was in mid-orgasm. They had drawn a crowd and the guy was quickly replaced with another. I knew word had probably spread quickly that Omar was taking poz loads and the way they were talking, it looked like they were happy to have a hot poz-friendly bottom to load up. None of them seemed to last very long, drilling him for a few minutes before dumping their seed and making way for the next guy. Backing away, I gave Tim room to get off the bench and watch his friend be an impressive cum dump. Suddenly, most of the guys in the room stopped talking and I looked to see who was getting their attention. I chuckled and gave Tim a nudge. Carlos stood just inside the doorway with his sub on a leash, taking stock of the room. He smiled when he saw me and came over. "Looks to be a good crowd tonight" Carlos said, looking past Tim and straight at me. "Yeah, it is. Tim's friend seems to be very popular, but that's how it is with fresh, young ass on tap" I replied. Carlos moved next to me and his sub followed, kneeling in front of him. "I'm glad you're here tonight. I was hoping to take you up on your generous offer" Carlos said, sounding more friendly than usual. Chuckling slightly, I said "You're in luck. You have a choice of virile men to do the deed. All four of us are capable of getting the job done. Does he know what he's in for?" Carlos smiled. "Four?" he asked. "Mmhmm, Tim you know and you met Gabriel the last time" I said before pointing at Omar on the bench. "He's the most recent one, courtesy of Tim, and I hear he gives as good as he takes" I added. I decided not to let him know about all of the other guys now carrying my bug because I don't like to brag and it's not like they would stop over and share right now. "That's quite the choice. Of course I'd want all four, to make sure that this one loses his negativity tonight. Maybe you first, then the two guys I haven't seen in action and finally your boyfriend at the end" Carlos said with a sneer. I had to laugh at Carlos' continued belief that Tim and I were partners. I let him have his fun, but there was no way I was going to tell him who I was going to go home with that night. When the next guy had finished unloading into Omar's sloppy ass, I walked over and pulled him off the bench. It wasn't a popular move since there were still a few guys waiting to add their questionable seed to his hole. By the time I got him upright, Carlos had his boy on the other bench and was closing the last clip on his cuffs, locking him to the bench. I guided Omar over to Carlos' sub's head and said "Get it ready, you're next after I open him up." My cock had grown steadily and was rigid by the time I took my place behind the sub. "Stuff him" I told Omar. He looked back at me confused and I said again "Stuff him. Muffle his screams with your dick." This time Omar understood and nodded back at me before a menacing grin came over his face. I heard the sub gag slightly and that's when I speared his ass. Only a few inches went into him, but it was enough. He screamed out and Omar's thick cock stifled much of the sound, but the sounds caused a small crowd to form around us. Carlos stood beside his sub and between Omar and I. The sub started to squirm and I pulled back for another jab. Before I could shove back in, the sub quickly felt Carlos' paddle whack his exposed ass. "Quiet, boy" Carlos snarled before sliding the paddle back into the back pocket of his jeans. The next thrust from my hips got three quarters of my cock into his spasming hole. He cried out again, but this time much softer. I waited for Carlos to reprimand him again, but instead saw a smile on his face and he nodded at me. "Fuck him" Carlos commanded. Never knowing what Carlos might do in retribution, I followed his orders and began rolling my hips. In less than a minute I was thrusting in and out and noticed that Omar was doing the same with the sub's mouth. The crowd seemed to appreciate our spit roasting of the sub and encouraged us to go harder. With just some precum, and probably blood, to lube his hole up my cock was getting a workout and soon my balls wanted to add a healthy dose of toxic cum to soothe his wrecked chute. "Fuck yeah... breed his ass" Omar said, obviously seeing the change in my expression and thrusts. A few last haggard shoves and I buried my cock to the root. Spurts of my viral load pumped into his trashed hole as I growned. A few in the crowd clapped and there was a collective "Yeah" from most. Before I could pull out, Omar was walking around the side, ready to take my place. I backed away and Omar moved in, but stopped before he stuck his spit covered cock into the sub's puffy hole. He looked at Carlos and raised his eyebrows, silently asking permission. With a nod from Carlos, he drove his cock all the way in. Gabriel hadn't made it into the sub's mouth yet, allowing the sub to groan as the next cock filled him up. I had opened him up enough so that even Omar's first shove went balls deep. His mouth wasn't empty for long, either. With a slap of his hard cock against each of the sub's face, Gabriel slid his cock past the sub's lips. Tim was on his knees, lapping at my softening cock. The taste made him moan out "Fuck yeah, he's done" before licking up every drop. Omar's cock wasn't nearly as long as mine, but it was a close match in girth. Each thrust was firm, ending with a thud as his body slammed into the sub's butt. I heard one of the guys that had fucked Omar say "Dump that last neg load into the slut" and Carlos immediately turned his head to me with furrowed brows. I smiled and shook my head no, raising my hands and making a plus sign with my two index fingers. I saw Carlos smile and give a chuckle. Omar's pace picked up while Gabriel's seemed to slow. Gabriel was going deeper and I thought I knew what he was planning. Omar hammered the sloppy hole until he grunted loudly while Gabriel slid the last of his cock into the sub's throat. As Omar emptied his newly charged load into the sub, there were more appreciative comments from the guys around us. Gabriel had left his balls resting on the sub's chin until Omar had finished unloading and then slowly pulled back, slapping the sub on the side of his face with his outstretched hand. Once Omar was out of the way, Gabriel walked behind the sub and looked over at Carlos. "May I, Sir?" he asked. Just as before, Carlos gave a slight nod and Gabriel slid into the cum filled hole. His thinner cock had no problems going in, and he only found resistance at the end as he pushed through the inner ring. Tim was busy cleaning Omar's crotch and seemed to be moaning the entire time. It gave the sub time to breathe more normally but once Tim had lapped all of the juice from Omar's body, he took his place at the front. The two were soon plowing at each end. Tim had a few blood red marks on each cheek, leftovers from cleaning our cocks. "Nice ink" Tim said to Gabriel, with a grin. "Yours too. Took me a minute before I got it" Gabriel said before starting to fuck harder. Tim began to speed up too and nodded back. "Those tick marks what I think?" Gabriel then asked. Tim smiled and said "Yeah" and Gabriel replied "You been busy." He grasped the sub's hips began slow, hard thrusts for a couple minutes until he gave that distinctive growl. He was planted deep and then gave a couple more slow rolls of his hips as the last pulses of his cock added more charged seed. Tim seemed a little impatient, having pulled out of the bottom's mouth as soon as Gabriel had started cumming. With the last drops pumped out. Gabriel slowly pulled his dick from the doomed hole and smiled at Tim. "Next" he said and moved back next to me. Omar was on his knees in a split second, taking Tim's place as the cleanup man. Split second was a good description of how long it took Tim to sink his toxic dick into the sub's hole. He didn't wait for Carlos' approval, he knew what he was supposed to do. Tim drilled in for a minute and pulled his cock out, shoving a pair of fingers in and twisting viciously. From the bottom's groan, I knew he was making sure there were plenty of ways for our bug to enter the sub's body. Thirty seconds later, Tim was back plowing his cock into the damaged hole. He jabbed left, then right, forcing the head of his cock into the sub's battered cunt. The bottom was whimpering quietly, but Carlos didn't seem to mind. Maybe he liked seeing him in pain or maybe it was confirmation that we were trying hard to get him infected. A few minutes later, Tim slammed in and unleashed his bug filled load. The whimper got louder from the sub and Tim pulled back and drove in one more time, coating all of the bottom's chute from outer to inner ring with his viral cum. He was gasping heavily and it took him a few moments for his heart to stop racing, but once it did, Tim pulled his cock out of the bottom's hole, fingering some cum back in. He moved back to the bottom's head and slapped his wet cock over each cheek. "Clean it. Taste what's attacking you inside" he said. The sub took one lick and cried out. Carlos gave him a slap on his slimy ass and he quickly went back to licking Tim's cock clean. Once he finished, Tim rubbed the sub's head and crouched down. "Welcome to the club" he whispered in the sub's ear. Carlos looked at me with a big grin and said "Thanks, Craig. I appreciate your generosity. Hopefully he'll take less effort than Juan." He bent down and picked up a small canvas bag. Pulling a large metal plug out, he forced it into his sub's ass. Since the plug was much thicker than I was, it took some effort to get it locked inside. The four of us pulled our jeans and boots on, grabbed our shirts, and then walked out to the front of the bar for a pint of beer. All of our bodies were covered in sweat and I saw several guys smile as we walked back into the bar. We sat down at a table as Tim went to the bar to get us a round. The beer tasted better than before and after a couple gulps, Gabriel said "Damn that was good. Now I understand the rush you get from it." I chuckled and said "No more regrets?" Gabriel replied to me "Nah, you were right. I just have to make the best of it." I turned to Tim and asked him "How 'bout you? Any regrets?" He finished snogging Omar and said "Not a one." -- I was a little tired Tuesday morning, but I made it to work and dug right in, albeit slowly. Shortly after I got back from lunch my hookup phone buzzed and I had a good idea who it was. Chase's message was brief and I could sense his mixed emotions. "U were rite tested poz vl=1.2m tylers gonna kill me" he wrote. "U will b ok tyler too" I replied. I just wondered if we were as successful with Carlos' boy.

Marie went back to her room; she received a text from David. It read, “I love you babe, miss you a ton.” She sent back a text that she missed him too, that was really a lie as she was having the time of her life. Once back in the room she sat on the bed and began to cry, she was suddenly so conflicted. She had let multiple guys cum inside her and two that she had no idea who they were. She wondered why she suddenly felt alive and fulfilled. Sex suddenly was amazing, and she had never cum this much in her life. The tears stopped as she thought about all the huge dicks and that guys hand and how beautiful se felt getting all those men off. She whipped her tears and wondered what she would tell Gio, he would know the cum was not from her husband since she told him she was alone here. She decided she would tell him that Ryan was an old boyfriend and he had filled her up with cum this afternoon. He did not need to know there were multiple guys cum deep inside her. She began to get wet again thinking about all that big dick and excited to see Gio. He fucked hard and she was ready to be used like the little slut she had become. She dozed off for twenty minutes and then got up to clean the sex off herself and changed into her running closed and headed to their meet spot. She ran to the spot tingling inside and with every part of her body. She began to worry he may not be there, what if he was not here? I need him to touch me, kiss me and be inside me in the worst way she thought. Just as she turned the corner, she saw her tall God waiting for her and she ran up to him and said Hi babe. He leaned in and kissed her and said he had a special run for her today. They took off and talked some, but it was a tough run with lots of hills and then it flattened out. The last half a mile was the cool down and then she recognized his place. He said go on in and take your clothes off and put them in the bin, I will be right in and join you in the shower. Marie rushed in, stripped and got into the shower. Gio followed and put the clothes in the shower before heading to the shower. She wanted him to fuck her in the shower, but he wanted to taste her first. They got out and headed for the bed and she got on the bed and spread her legs and Gio dove in and said yum you have cum inside you. Marie was prepared with her lie about Ryan being her ex-boyfriend a hook-up, but she did not need to go there. She soon came again and again and then Gio kissed his way up to her and make out with her and when he broke it off he said I love that you took some guys cum so I had something to eat! Marie laughed a little and Gio began to slide his big dick in her well used cunt and fucked her like a whore for twenty minutes and then shot a huge load inside her. He pulled out and had Marie clean his dick off and this time she was able to more than half in her mouth. While she sucked and licked the cum off, he texts someone on his phone. He pulled a blindfold out and said, “I have a surprise for you” Gio slipped a blindfold on her and it was just a minute later she heard him great someone. There she is, I just came inside her, and she has mine and some other guys cum inside. Eat her out and add yours. When you leave, I will finish her off! With that Gio left the room and there she was again blindfolded with an anonymous man. Fuck she thought, I would not do this anymore but before she could say or do anything a hand gently brushed her leg and made its way to her pussy. He whispered fucking beautiful; I have been after his cum for a long time. Marie thought that was odd. He began to eat her pussy and he was good at it, he made her cum several times in the first ten minutes. He pulled off and said swallowed most of it and he slid up and kissed Marie and made out with her while he slide his nice medium thick dick into her and make love to her making her cling to him. He was far more tender and intimate for a guy she could not see and after ten minutes he shot his load and made out with her until his dick gently slipped out of her. He sucked her left nipped and bit it making her moan and he said I will be back tomorrow to do it again. With that he walked out and Gio came back in and immediately began to eat the guys cum. Soon she came hard as she thought of this anonymous guy and the man between her legs and Gio once again came up but did not kiss her and began to fuck her harder than before and shot his load deep. He then whispered you are so fucking beautiful as he slipped off her blindfold.

Joel picked up the bag I had thrown him earlier, looking inside he pondered the contents then reading the instruction popped a pill from each container, drank down a glass of water then went over to his laptop on the desk, opened up his web browser and proceeded to answer his e-mails and check on his Facebook. Joel then began researching the pills his godfather had given him, looking at the side effects and effectiveness studies etcetera. Joel then did what he never before even considered, while living at home, he did a search of gay web applications and sites, he grabbed his phone and opened play store and typed in gay in the search function, downloaded growlr, grinder, and guyspy opened A4A on his laptop and set up a profile, then began looking at all the available gay boys in his general location. His years of denying his homosexuality suddenly releasing the floodgates and his cock stood at full mast, leaking precum onto his sweat shorts. Before long his new profile had several views including a couple hot twink’s which upon viewing had Joel’s cock twitching and drooling even more, he smiled back at them, the hour was getting late although he wasn’t really sleepy so he went to lie down on the bed and flipped on the television over the armoire, flipping through the functions he raised that his god parents had a link to an external hard drive networked to stream movies, photos and music to the smart devices in the house. Joel searched through the movies then found an intriguing title, to which he hit play. The clip started out innocently enough with a couple of guys kicking around a soccer ball then they retreated to a home where they proceeded to caress and fondle each other, they were kissing and groping each other in their soccer shorts, when an older muscled guy comes in and catches them, then forces them to service his cock, Joel was rock hard, when the boys began jointly licking and sucking the engorged phallus and the older guy began moaning ”oh yeah get my juices flowing, lick up that toxic juice” Joel’s cock was flowing like he was pissing out precum, by the time the guy was alternating between plowing the two youths and they were begging for his Poz seed, Joel was almost ready to shoot when he turned off the porn playing on the television and crept down the hall to Ned and rick’s room, peering in the door he spied the pair about a foot and a half apart facing each other, he slowly crept into the room and climbed onto the bed between them then laid down on his back, Rick reached over and stroked his chest while Ned reached down to check the equipment. Rick rolled Joel onto his side and pressed his cock into Joel’s crack, Ned began kissing and caressing the boy as Rick slide his thick piece of meat home impaling Joel and causing him to grimace at the initial stab of pain. Ned rolled over and slid his ass down Joel’s cock, engulfing the phallus with his ass and gyrating his hips to fuck himself on the boy’s boner. As Rick fucked his godson he felt little regret at defiling the boy who had for years wiggled his sweet ass in front of the couple acting so sweet and innocent that and he knew this one was clean, unlike some of the others, Ned had brought home. Not to mention he could have never dreamt that his cute little godson would have such a sweet and fuckable ass, as he pumped into that ass he had to concentrate not to shoot to soon, Joel on the other hand was well on his way to the finish line as he was about to blow his negative load into Ned’s Poz hole, Ned moaned as he felt the monster in his ass swell and a warm sticky fluid jet out and hit his prostate causing him to jettison his Poz load onto the bed sheets, Joel’s clenching ass milking the load out of Rick. Joel fell asleep snuggled between us with ricks cock stoppering his ass from leaking too much until it shrank and withdrew from the boy’s tight ass only allowing a small amount of spooge to leak out. I fell asleep with two arms draped over my chest being cuddled by both Joel and Rick. Rick woke at his usual time and proceeded to fondle Joel before hopping out of bed to check his early morning internet haunts, stock quotes etc. Joel had rolled over during the night nestled between us and now had his ass turned up so that when I turned over my morning wood was in line to give him another shot of cream, I rolled over on top of the boy and slowly inserted my hard wood deep into his crack then wiggled it into his chute before beginning the pumping I and out of his tender hole, it only took about 5 minutes of fucking him before he began moaning that he was ready for release and begging me for my seed, I pumped my toxic load into his guts without slowing down or letting him know I was creaming inside him… I fained exhaustion and pulled out and rolled over just as Rick came back into the room and I had Joel join us in the shower where Rick allowed him to give his ass a try, Rick usually topped so his hole was tighter than mine and Joel didn’t last long while being milked by Rick’s talented ass muscles. After a exhilarating shower fuck we all dried off and got dressed for another day working and doing chores, Joel was running over to the college to meet up with some buddies from high school and to take care of some financial aid stuff, Rick went to work and I prepared for a exciting day of editing, some footage I really wasn’t ready to show Joel.