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Scotty’s Tree House – part one Scotty, 19, was the only child of Brad and Marlene, in an old house on the Riverfront, adjacent to a public park in a large wooded area frequented by homeless drug using, homo cruising, Hustling and Anything criminal you could think of. Their house was well fenced off, and at the very corner of the large property was Scotty’s treehouse, Which his grandparents built for him many years ago. Scotty still used it as a retreat and a Hideaway sometimes to smoke weed and jack off. Scotty was under a lot of pressure from his folks, having decided not to go to college and instead take a year off, working at a convenience store nearby. Scotty was about 6 foot high, Basketball player’s build, Considered Shy and Unsure of himself. Because Scotty was homo And not had built up the confidence to tell his folks about his orientation. So Scotty sometimes would wander into the adjacent woods, Searching for a cock to suck on Or a mouth to service his. It was almost nightfall and Scotty didn’t like to be in the woods by himself. Back in high school he would be with other buddies drinking beer and smoking Marboro and weed. He was cruising in his usual spot: a shaded bluff inside the woods setback from the river, when he heard the clicking And hissing sound of a butane lighter. Standing behind them was Paul, 38, thin, Smelling like any guy not ever wearing not deodorant,dirty ripped jeans, with a rip in the ass and crotch, grimy White tank top, Heavily tatted arms, sporting a mohawk, Dark colored beard, Barbell septum nose piercing, multiple ear piercings, Black boots In a glass meth pipe in his hand. Scotty was a bit high from his weed when Paul approached him, Dilated pupils, “I seen you before in here faggot, And I thought about Sucking that fucking cock if I can ever see it, if you ever want to show it. “With that, Paul leaned over toward the rocks, spead opened the tear in his jeans and fingering his ass with some ice laced lube. He was telling Scotty to get a piece of him., But first to get down and tongue out his Musky crack hole juices. Scotty was so horny he obliged, looking around to see if anyone Was watching, while Paul Moaned while talking heavy hits of swirling ice vape and blowing blue happy thick white cloud against the rocks. “Let’s Fuck at my place, I only live about eight blocks from here. I got a sling, a dungeon playroom, leather for us, And lots of shit to make you feel good all night. I know you live in that big house and I’ll be finished with you sometime but maybe not in to worry mommy and daddy. But I am your daddy now, big boy, where it counts. And I’m your new boss, ‘oh thank heaven.’” It Didn’t take long for Scotty and Paul to get to a rundown house uphill a few blocks as it was already dark. There was a feeling that others were somewhere in the house, lots of clutter, debris, busted glass, syringes about and murals on the walls, cartoon depictions of drugs and users, public risky dirty Anon cruising not unlike the riverfront here. “Did you do these walls? “Scotty asked. “Fuck yeh. I get off on being a dirty public sex pig high as fuck and turning others into the same.” Paul is a dealer, a user, a rough trade dirty trash pig and this was his place of business: Subtle boring looking house in the outside but pure Traphouse on the inside, isolated Enough for the neighbors not to complain about the constant comings and going’s and in a prime location, overlooking the public fuck cruise. End of Part 1

I am just your average guy. 50 y/o and 5’7” tall. Average build with naturally smooth body. Total bottom in the sack. I live in Melbourne Australia. For so long I believed in the monogamous type of relationship and the white picket fence, but over the past few years, having not even been able to get a boyfriend, that all changed. I would take anything I could get. My desires slowly morphed over the years. First, maybe a boyfriend and an open relationship. Then, a boyfriend who liked sharing his bottom I love hairy guys and guys with facial hair amongst other attributes. Then I started desiring more. I started fantasizing about bi and married guys. Especially guys I knew had fathered kids., The thought of knowing that if it was possible, he could get me pregnant. Knowing his seed could knock me up. In time that transitioned into poz guys since they had something they could share and knock me up in their own special way. I had been chatting to a guy that really hit all my buttons in London. He was so hot to me with hairy chest, sweet eyes and short beard, and had that charm of being quite romantic in his words, yet kinky and wild in his thoughts and likes. He was a top/vers guy which I liked. That turned me on so much. I work as a project manager in the health industry and to my surprise an opportunity came up within my department to go to London for a job for 6 months. Apart from the opportunity professionally, it was a possibility to meet the man I had been chatting too online. But also have the safeguard of if it didn’t work out or his was a sham, I was there for other reasons. I told the guy about this in our chats (let’s call him Dave) and Dave seemed keen. Dave was saying I could stay with him, but I didn’t want to take the risk it didn’t work out and I was stuck in a difficult situation or worse, out on the street. Besides, work was paying for my accommodation. But Dave was happy to help me find a place within walking distance of his place. That was perfect. Soon enough I was on the flight and Dave was going to meet me at the airport and take me to my place. Again, I was prepared to get off the flight to find it was all a rouse. Regardless, I was rock hard leaking cum the entire flight lol. It’s middle of the day on Friday and after clearing customs and getting my bags, I came out and to my surprise there was Dave waiting for me. He was sexier than his pics had shown, and I was quite surprised. A smile came across his face as he walked up to me and right there in front of everyone, he kisses me like a long-lost lover. What a welcome! He took one of my bags for me and grabbed my other hand as he led me out of the terminal to his car. After putting the bags in the back of the car he grabbed me and pushed me against the car and kissed me for a few minutes without stopping and I could feel his crotch harden along with mine. As he breaks the kiss, he just looks me in the eyes and says, “welcome babe”. It takes about half an hour to drive to my apartment. The whole drive we rest our hands on out rock-hard crotches, kissing at every red light. When we get to my apartment, he helps with the bags and after getting the keys organized, we are in my new apartment for the next 6 months. Dave starts kissing me again and then asks, “which bag has the essentials? Get cleaned out because I don’t know how long I will last. I haven’t cum in almost a week waiting for you”. I quickly get my travel douche out and race to the bathroom to make sure I am pristine for my new man. I come out of the bathroom into the kitchen and before I can even suggest anything, David is all over me kissing me again. Soon enough he stops and says, “fuck, I can’t hold out any longer.” And he turns me around, pulls the back of my pants down to reveal my jock strap. Unzips his pants and I feel his 7” cock pop out and hit my arse cheek. Without a second of waiting he spits on his hand, lubes his cock and slides right in raw and balls deep. Just the way I like it. “It won’t take long – sorry” is all he says before I hear him start to grunt and groan and I feel the tell-tale sensation of my arse being filled with what must be one of the biggest loads I have ever taken. Dave starts to kiss the back of my neck but stays hard and inside me. Slowly starting to fuck again, he says, “told you I’d been holding out for you. Already got another on the way.” And he proceeds to then passionately fuck me for another ten minutes before dropping another huge load in me. He then pops out and I feel a couple of globs of his seed drip down my inner thighs as he does. Without the time to even pull my pants up he turns me around and just starts kissing me again for an easy 5 minutes straight. I hadn’t even made it to the bedroom (let alone seen it) but I didn’t care. This was the welcome any bottom dreams of. We finally take a breath and David says, “I just had to be the first seed in you. The first of many I have planned for my man”. I start unpacking and Dave stays the rest of the day helping me. Stopping every now and then to text someone and kiss and cuddle in between. To say there was a connection would be an understatement. If I was to be honest, it was love at first load for me. We finally order pizza for dinner and Dave leans in and kisses me after and slides his hands down the back of my pants and starts to finger my hole. “You still wet and primed babe? Cause I got a special delivery coming over for my man to make sure he gets everything he wanted from this trip”. As he fingers me, I feel some cum leak out and I guess that answered his question. “Good, now get those pants off, go into the bedroom and get on the bed on all fours in just your jock strap. I have a few close friends coming over I promised could give you a few extra welcome deposits. Don’t worry, I’ll be with you the whole-time babe. They will be here any minute”. I love he calls me babe. “Do you trust your man?” and I respond “absolutely”. “The go in and put a blind fold on. These are good mates of mine and they like anonymous. I will look after you.” I am so turned on I do exactly as Dave says and within minutes of getting into the bedroom and in position, I hear the buzzer and Dave telling someone to come up. A few minutes later I hear Dave talking to 2-3 other men. I can’t tell how many to be precise, but it is definitely two others. They all come into the room, and I hear them undressing and then I feel Dave’s face slide under mine, and he says, “this is for us both babe” and he is kissing me upside down now. I am assuming from what I feel that I am on all fours with my arse over one side of the bed and Dave is on his back with his face under mine and his legs over the other edge of the bed. Dave then says to the guys “give it your best shot boys”. And no sooner is he saying that than I am feeling a thick mushroom head at my hole. In one push his cock is balls deep in me. It must be a good 8” and he just stays there to let me adjust for a few seconds before pulling all the way out again. I feel some of Dave's seed escape as he does and he laughs out loud and says, “mate your still in there”. Dave chuckles under my face and kisses me and says, “yeah babe. That’s all me for now, but not for long”. I feel Dave's head moving slightly and realize that the other guy is doing the same to Dave. The guys are both fucking each of us for around ten minutes. The whole time Dave is kissing me and telling me how much this is meant to be. I hear the guy in me say, “you close? I’m close man” and the other guy says, “yeah man, let’s do it” and I feel my guy speed up and then the tell-tale sound of them both grunting and groaning as we both get flooded by their seed. The guy that just flooded my hole then says, “stay there boys. Give us 5 mins and we will switch. Need to share and make sure each of you get both our kids in you”. I feel Daves hands on the sides of my face as he passionately kisses me and keeps saying, “this is for both of us. I want you to have everything you desire”. It is not long before the guys have swapped positions, and our holes are again being fucked. The second time is a little longer, but sure enough in no time the tell-tale grunts and groans as they are both flooding us with their seed. After the second load, one guy says, “good, text us Dave as we discussed”. Within minutes I hear the door to the apartment close and Dave gets out from under me, and I take the blindfold off. Dave then gets in next to me and asks, “how was that for a welcome to London?”. I am literally in heaven at this point. I am in bed with a sexy man, full of his seed and a few others. I respond, “perfection. It’s Friday night. I hope you are staying”. “Of course, babe, all weekend if you let me”. We kiss and lay there making out for about an hour. Dave gets up and gets us both a drink and I follow him into the kitchen. “It was so hot you are doing this for both of us” I say. Dave kisses me again and then hugs me holding me close saying, “I did this for you and me, and you should know by this how much I want you”. “Tell all” I say as I gaze into his beautiful eyes. “Well, I have known them both for quite some time. About 12 months ago they both tested poz from a dirty anonymous gang bang weekend away. With everything you and I chatted about online, I knew I wanted to share something special with you. So, I asked them if they had started meds yet and both had no and had high viral loads. I told them you were coming and asked if they would consider sharing their poz babies with us both, so we could get poz together. But also know we had the same poz babies in us. That’s why I needed them to both seed us each.” I was shocked. But in a good way. “You did this for us?”. “Yep, you and me babe. I wanted us to take this journey together. I hope you are ok with this. Based on your messages and chats, this is what you wanted. I thought I could give you this and a boyfriend.” I lean in and kiss him like I have never kissed someone before. I look him in the eyes and respond, “if it takes babe, maybe even husband”. To be continued.

There he was. It was actually him. I couldn’t believe it. Twenty years on, and we were at the same event. Maybe at some level it was not surprising given I had heard he had also gone into finance, but our paths had not crossed since we graduated and nor had we contacted each other at all. Furthermore, he looked good. Yes, he had aged a bit, but he was otherwise so much like he had been back then. Fucking handsome, and his body looked muscular and lean under his amazingly well-fitted suit. I wondered what his life had been like since then. Was he married? Was he even straight? It seemed quite likely that he would have followed the same path I had, meeting a woman, marrying, starting a family, and all that. It was almost expected of guys like us, and certainly those going from being top athletes at university on into the macho world of corporate finance. But maybe not? Did I actually want to find out? We were both studs back then. Sounds like I’m gloating, but I knew that I was popular, people thought I was good looking, I worked out so much that I had a rocking body, and I left quite the trail of girlfriends behind me when I went off to uni. He seemed to have trod a similar path, and we were both quite alpha male types (without being misogynist dicks about it) when we met. But our playful jostling for dominance had led to something else, and for most of the three years at uni we were secretly fucking. It was usually a quick affair, sometimes with one of us staying in the other's room and then sneaking out before dawn, and even sometimes a tryst in the woods or the uni gym toilets. However, weekends away together under the concoted story of family visits had happened occasionally, and on the two uninterrupted nights we would get together on those trips, we were more than just guys who fucked. But I knew, as I’m sure he did too, that it wouldn’t go on any longer than graduation. Maybe we weren’t quite expecting the complete and sudden halt that seemed to become our reality, but there we go. Truth be told, during our time together I was mostly the bottom. Sometimes he wanted to be penetrated, but more often than not it was me who ended up gaping and full of cum. There was just something about him that triggered a kind of submissiveness in me, a need to be dominated, but without it being too extreme. We seemed to naturally find this sort of understanding where we were both expressing something within us, but things never got pushed. He didn’t tie me up, order me around or anything like that, it was more that him mounting and sliding inside me seemed to satisfy some need of mine that had been bubbling under. Not necessarily homosexual desire, though I have always known that was there, but rather a need to not be so “alpha” all the time. Having to build up my name and reputation from scratch in the corporate world had maybe done that job for much of the intervening years. The alpha stud rank I had enjoyed throughout school and university meant nothing once I entered the real world, and I had to learn a bit of humility and work bloody hard to get anywhere for the first time in my life. But in my early 40s, with my career where it was, I was The Man again. Perhaps it was therefore no surprise that I was feeling restless and unsatisfied, needing something else than my life was offering. Maybe it was also reaching the beginnings of middle age, and having gone so long without that kind of contact, my suppressed desires for men were starting to become more obvious to me. I had not acted on it, but on business trips I was finding myself watching bi or gay porn in hotel rooms at night, and remembering with a growing hunger what it was like to be taken. But in that ballroom, seeing the only man I had ever actually been with, something stirred within me. Well, to be honest, my hole twitched. But my brain went into overdrive. Memories. Feelings. Desires. Fears. Hopes. Everything. If I had run into him ten years earlier I might have panicked, scared that this secret part of my life and personality was going to be outed, but timing is everything. I wanted him, or indeed any man. Without there being any pushback from my conscience, perhaps influenced by several glasses of expensive champagne, I seemed to decide that my two decades of monogamy was going to end that night. I stealthily watched him for some time while I half engaged in conversations with other people, until the moment I saw him make his excuses and walk away from the group he was with towards one of the doors into the building’s foyer. I let him go, then made my own excuses and followed. As I got into the foyer and looked around, I caught a glimpse of him exiting through the revolving doors at the far end so I hurried after him. Once at the door I could see him standing outside by the pavement with his back to me, so I paused and took a deep breath before heading outside as well. I walked up beside him just as he lit a cigarette. “You look good” he said, without even glancing in my direction. “You too” I replied. “You want one?” he asked, holding the pack of Marlboros in my direction as he turned to face me. “Er, sure” I said, reaching out to take what would be my first cigarette in 15 years. I put it in my mouth, and then leaned in so he could light it for me. I took a deep inhale, and then savoured the rush as it hit me. “You’re married” he said. “Yes” I replied. “You?” “Nearly was” he said. “But saw sense and backed out.” “Oh” I replied. “Not the woman for you?” “Her being a woman was the problem” he said, smirking. “Oh” I said again. “So you’re…” “Yep” he replied. “Oh” I said, for the third time. He grinned at me, before taking a deep inhale of his cigarette. I followed suit while I processed. “Not got a boyfriend, if that’s what you’re wondering” he said. I nodded, exhaling. We then stood in silence for a moment. “So how about we ditch this and go fuck?” he asked, out of the blue. I was just inhaling from the cigarette again, and started coughing in surprise which got a laugh out of him. “Had any action since me?” he asked while I tried to recover. “No” I croaked, “not like that anyway.” “Fair enough” he said. “But from the way you’ve been leering at me for the last hour, I know you want it.” “I, er”… I stammered. He chortled, before taking a final inhale of his cigarette and stubbing it out on the bin next to him. “Come on” he said, “go and have a family emergency or something so we can go back to my hotel for a reunion.” “I’m in a hotel too” I said. “Got meetings tomorrow, and the work Christmas do tomorrow night. If I have a family emergency it’s going to be suspect if I turn up in the office tomorrow.” “Fine” he said. “Then think of something else. But my cock is going up your arse tonight, come what may.” With that, he marched back inside, and I could see through the glass that he had headed for the toilets. I took a last deep inhale from the cigarette, stubbed it out on the bin and then paused for a moment. I racked my brain, and then came up with a yarn about my daughter having had a nightmare and insisting on her daddy reading her a bedtime story over the phone, and then went back inside to make my apologies. I eventually got myself out of there, and once I had collected my bag and coat I headed back out onto the street where Dean was waiting. He smiled at me, but before I could say anything he turned towards the road and waved down a black cab. We piled in, and then sat in silence for the short ride to his hotel. Once there, he marched me up to the enormous suite he was staying in. “Drink?” he asked, opening the minibar. “Whisky” I said, with a little shake in my voice. He grabbed a couple of bottles out of the fridge, emptied them into glasses, and then handed me the one containing whisky. He then turned and headed for some balcony doors, and strode outside onto what was really just a narrow ledge with a railing. I followed him out there, and accepted one of the two cigarettes he had just lit. “Cheers” he said, clinking his glass against mine. “Cheers” I replied, before necking the glass of whisky in one go. “Getting yourself some Dutch Courage” he said, smirking. “I need it” I responded, not actually sure if I was being truthful. Twenty years, and yet I suddenly felt at ease being there with him on that balcony. He necked his own drink, took a deep inhale from his cigarette and then rested it on an ashtray on the floor, before darting back inside the using the phone to order a bottle of champagne on room service. He then emptied another couple of small bottles from the minibar into the glasses and came back outside. “So no man action at all then?” he asked me, after we had clinked glasses again. “None” I said. “Met Sarah on the grad programme at EY, and have been with her ever since.” “Well, congratulations” he said. “But the fact you’re here right now tells me things aren’t perfect.” I paused for a while, taking in the view and gathering my thoughts, before I responded. “I guess we’re happy” I said. “I mean, we have three great kids, a nice house, and lots of friends.” “But?” he asked, after I had paused again. “But, I think maybe I’m just playing a role” I said. “Doing what’s expected of me, I guess.” “Are you gay?” he asked, startling me with the directness of the question. “No, no” I said, before stopping. “But, well, I guess I’m not straight either. And…” I trailed off into silence, but this time he didn’t push and just waited for me to resume talking. “The thing is” I continued, “I’ve never stopped thinking about how it made me feel being with you, and lately it’s been on my mind a lot.” “You mean what it was like to be fucked?” he asked. “Yeah, I guess so” I said. “I think maybe it was better than anything I’ve had with Sarah.” He gave a little chuckle. “I think” he said, “that regardless of which way you swing, the reality is that you’re a bottom. A very repressed bottom, but a bottom nonetheless.” It startled me hearing him be so blunt about it, but I guess I knew it was the truth. I had used my career, my marriage, fatherhood and everything else under the sun to try to quell that need, but it was there all along. I was a bottom. I am a bottom. I want to be fucked. We stood in silence as we smoked the last of our cigarettes, and just after stubbing them out a knock at the room door indicated the next round of drinks had arrived. We went back inside, me instinctively stepping out of sight of the door as Dean went to open it. He appeared again a moment later with two glasses and the bucket of champagne, which he plonked down on the room’s small table. However, he didn’t open it, and instead turned and walked over to me. I immediately began to quiver as he stood in front of me, reached up with his hand to cup my cheek, and then leaned in and planted his lips on mine. After briefly freezing, I allowed myself to melt into the kiss as our tongues intertwined, his stubble against my face being both an odd sensation but strangely, gloriously familiar. We kissed for a while, before he pulled away and looked into my eyes. “I’m going to pop open that champagne, and then it’s time to pop you open again after far too long” he said, smiling warmly at me in a way that made me melt even more. “OK” I whispered. “You know” he said, as he walked back to the table and started stripping the foil off the top of the bottle, “it was touch and go with me even being at this thing tonight. Only just got over the worst flu of my life.” With that, he popped the cork off the bottle, poured out two glasses, then walked back over to me and handed me one. “To rekindled friendship and bottoming for England” he said, smiling as he clinked my glass with this. “To that” I said, smiling back at him. We each took a couple of sips, and then he took my glass back off me and placed both of them on the bedside table I was standing beside. “Now” he said, “let’s change your life.” If only I had known just how deeply that change would go…

New Chapter coming out today😈. I feel so inspired and horny right now! And the worst is yet to come!! Feel free to comment what should happen next, so that I can include your suggestions!

I have cock on the brain, I just want them in my mouth, anyone else?

After reading the topic i went to my favourite videostore and let 2 trolls breed me. One did twice in my ass and my mouth. When they finish i went to the to another store right next to to it. When i came it was me and the other regualar. I set and wait for a little then young, tall, skinny black guy came in and asked us who is bottom he needs to cum. I said i am ready and he brought me into the both he had like 10 inch dick. He was rock hard. It was heaven i sucked him for a little and then he turn me around and just started fucking. I felt his cock unloading load deep in me. I think i got rewarded after pleasing trolls.

Chapter 5: Poor Unfortunate Soul I couldn't stop watching. I've never seen Paul so submissive. He's the top of the couple, and he told me he never had any intention of getting fucked. Instead, he's moaning like a bitch, his eyes rolled back, and his ass moving on the priest's big cock, wanting it more and more. Father John mounts him like a bull, digging his nails into his smooth, round, white butt of a young rugby player, and pulls him onto his cock. Paul screams in pain for a moment, but it quickly turns to pleasure again. I see blood coming from the flesh, Father John has literally dug his claws into my poor boy's ass. And he lets it happen. I'm paralyzed with terror and disgust, Father Paul's blue eyes were filled with evil lust. As if sensing my presence, he turns abruptly to the window. He sees me and smiles evilly. He starts fucking Paul even more brutally. His shirt is soaked through with sweat, so he takes it off. He reveals a perfect body for a man his age. Muscular, tanned, thick white hair everywhere. He has a huge tattoo on his back: a pentagram, and in the center the biohazard symbol. I recognize that symbol immediately. I know it means HIV. I start screaming, telling Paul to stop. Father John looks at me and laughs, my screams are drowned out by his laughter and Paul's groans. I run to the front door, Luka, who has been standing next to me the whole time, tries to stop me. "It's too late for your boyfriend. Soon he will be one of them. One of us." Upon hearing this sentence, a primal rage takes hold of me, and I punch Luka in the face, who faints on the floor. I enter the house, I run to our bedroom: Father John, standing, with his back to me. His dirty tattoo moves in rhythm, as he fucks my boy. Paul is lying on the bed, his moans are fainter, he is exhausted. The sheets are soaked in his blood, Father John continues to keep his claws in his round ass. "Leave my boy alone, asshole! You disgusting monster!" Father John turns calmly, as he continues to fuck him. "Paul, my beloved, do you want me to stop?" Paul opens his eyes with difficulty, and can only whisper "N-no... please.... don't stop...." "Paul, your boyfriend is here, maybe we should stop" he continues to say with that evil grin plastered on his face. "N-no...I want you....I don't give a damn about him....I love you...." Hearing those words, Father John starts to fuck harder: "Oh yeah? You love me? Do you know that your loser boyfriend is watching us now?" "Y-yes, he finally sees me enjoying myself" "I'm going to make you become like me, boy. Do you want to sacrifice your life to the purest and darkest pleasure?" "YES MY LORD" "Let my poison pervade every cell of your body, and you will finally be free! HAIL DARK LORD, I GIVE YOU ANOTHER LOST SOUL" They both explode in an incredible orgasm. Blood, cum and sweat merge with their bodies. And I can't help but watch. My poor Paul.

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.

This is complete and total fiction. I have no idea what the real sexuality or status of Zac Efron is. I just really wanted to write this story because of how hot the idea of a young hot celebrity getting pozzed is. It is my first story here and my first post, I hope you all enjoy. Zac Efron was hard. His fat cock dripped pre cum in his hand as he rubbed the shiny knob back and forth. In his head was an image of the boys of One Direction bending at the waist and presenting him their five hot, young holes. Each one was lubed up and had their legs and cheeks spread, boy holes ready and willing for Zac to lick and suck, finger and fuck. Back and forth rubbed his hand as his imagination sunk more and more in to depravity. In his mind the boys were busy fingering each other, using more and more lube until they were happily fisting themselves in an orgy of young twink celebrities. It was very naughty of Zac to be doing what he was doing. He wasn’t at home, or even in real privacy. He was in the living room of some muscular hunk he’d met, Henry. Henry was over 6feet tall, and was so muscular. He must have worked out every day to have such huge arms and pecs. Zac had six pack abs himself, but Henry was rocking eight. He knew it was risky for him as the All American straight boy celebrity, but he just couldn’t say no to a tall muscle hunk. They’d met at a party of a mutual friend, and then gone on to hit some more bars, with Zac getting far too drunk, so Henry had bought him home and dumped him on the sofa. Henry was feeling positive for the first time in weeks. So many sluts he’d brought home recently had run away once they knew he was poz. Fucking silly bitches had no idea what they were missing out not allowing him to set them free. Rising from his bed, he caught sight of himself in the mirror he had set up in his bedroom. His tanned skin was pulled tight over his hard abs and large pecs. Stubble graced his chin where he hadn’t shaved and his black boxer bulged at front and back as they struggled to hold in his thick uncircumcised cock and muscular arse. He knew he was fit, that was why he was bisexual. No point in confining himself to just one sex. Especially when he had so much to give, his own special gift that he liked to pass around to everyone he slept with. Casually scratching at his heavy, toxic balls, he left his bedroom and headed downstairs. Zac was miles away. His casual rub through the sleeping bag had become a full on sexual wank. His hand was inside his briefs and was rubbing his cock over and over. His other hand was down, still inside his briefs, but under his balls and rubbing at his arse. As far as Zac knew, he was the only one awake, if Henry came down, he could quickly hide himself. Right now though, the only person he cared about coming was himself. Henry crept slowly down the stairs. His head still hurt if he moved too fast, plus he was considerate and didn’t want to wake Zac if he was still asleep. As Henry reached the bottom of the stairs, he was shocked to find the thin, younger celebrity lying back on the sofa, running his hands around inside his briefs, and, most shocking of all, was clearly fingering his butthole. Henry felt like Christmas had come early. Here was a fucking fit young lad, on his sofa, clearly jerking off and loving the feeling of having his finger buried deep in his young bum. Henry descended the rest of the stairs and coughed as he reached the bottom. Zac had been caught. Here was Henry, standing a few feet away from him, and here he was on a sofa with his hands in his briefs, clearly aroused. Two choices ran through Zac’s head: 1) Hide himself and laugh it off or 2) Draw his hands out of his briefs and invite Henry to replace them. Fuck it, he knew he shouldn’t, but Number Two it was. Zac slowly slid his hands out of his briefs and worked them over the thin, tight body. He ran them over his pale abs and over his pecs, tweaking at his nipples. He left one hand there, while he moved the other, the hand that had been playing with his arse, to his mouth and slowly started to suck on his fingers. “You just going to stand there man,” Zac called to Henry, “Or are you going to come and give me a hand?” Henry replied “You only want a hand?” “I’ll take everything you have,” said Zac as he tweaked his nipple and let a soft moan leave his lips. Henry smirked to himself, wondering just how much Zac knew he was going to get. Henry walked forward slowly. He massaged his bulging black boxers as he did so and his cock was growing to full hardness. This was awesome. What more could he have wanted than this obvious cock slut being in front of him? As Henry reached the sofa he reached down and pulled Zac to his feet, mashing their lips together, sliding his tongue out and in to Zac’s mouth. Zac returned the kiss and the two guys swapped spit as they mashed their hard cocks together in their underwear. The black of Henry’s boxers bulged obscenely and were a marked contrast to the white of the briefs which contained Zac’s hardness. Henry grabbed at Zac’s brief clad arse and ground himself into the hard cock that he could feel through the thin cotton of the briefs and his own boxers. The bulges rubbed together and both lads groaned into the mouth of the other as they continued to kiss. Henry pulled back from the kiss and spit in to Zac’s mouth. Zac, slut boy that he is, swallowed and begged for more. Henry couldn’t help but comply. Zac moved his hands to Henry’s chest and started to rub and pull at Henry’s nipples and hard, built pecs. He pulled back from Henry’s kissing and moved his head down to the right nipple. He took the erect nub into his mouth and slowly started to suck, while using his tongue to tease the end. So engrossed in sucking the tit, Zac didn’t even notice the black biohazard tattoo that surrounded the nipple, and even if he had, the dumb young celebrity didn’t have a clue what it meant. Henry loved this. He loved having a guy appreciate his chest. He spent ages working out every day to make sure that his body looked in pristine condition. “You like my muscles Zac?” Henry asked, as Zac continued to lick and suck away. Zac released the nipple, smiled up at Henry with a cheeky grin and replied “Too fucking right.” “Here you go then, lick away,” Henry said as he flexed his muscles. Zac licked away at the tensing chest muscles, licking up into an armpit and down to a bulging bicep. He loved that this muscular guy was letting him have his way and lick, suck and explore whatever he wanted. His cock was rock hard in his briefs and he was in serious danger of spunking himself without even touching his dick. Henry was loving the silky feeling of a hot tongue moving over his body. It felt good on his nipples, good in his armpit, good on his bicep and he knew it was going to feel damn good when he got it on his cock. Pushing on Zac’s head, he forced the younger man to his knees and thrust his bulged boxers into Zac’s face. Zac immediately continued to lick and suck away, through the boxer shorts that confined the cock in front of him. Zac raised his hands and pulled the boxers down Henry’s thighs. Henry’s hard cocked slapped up onto his hard stomach. It was uncircumcised and when Zac pulled the skin back, revealed a lovely purply pink knob. The heavy knob head leaked precum, which ran down in copious amounts. Zac had never seen such a lovely cock; in fact he hadn’t even seen an uncircumcised cock before. Now here was one in front of him, and it was leaking more precum than he had ever seen a cock leak. It was literally like a leaky tap with the amount of clear liquid that was dripping from the end. Zac ran his tongue up and down the sides of the cock, tasting Henry’s skin. The precum that he could taste tasted different to the precum of the lads he’d sucked in the past. It had a slightly tangier taste, but it was a taste that was unmistakably male and unmistakably hot. What Zac didn’t know was that he was licking up toxic poz precum, taking in to his mouth the hot DNA of an infected muscle stud in heat. The length was close to 10inches, it had to be as Zac could hardly get it down his throat. He knew he could take 8inches, but this was a struggle. The knob was thick and it pushed at the sides of his throat as he tried to deepthroat it down to the balls. As he tried to do this, he slipped his hands up Henry’s legs and played with his balls, tickling them gently with his fingertips. Henry looked down and loved the sight of the struggling younger man trying to please him by sucking his hard poz cock. He believed that effort deserved reward, so he pulled Zac off his cock, pulled him up, kissed him hard so as to taste his own precum and then pushed Zac back on to the sofa. Henry dropped to his knees before the hot ripped young guy and buried his face into the briefs in front of him. He could smell that it was likely not the first time that the briefs had been worn, but this just turned him on more. He sucked at the knob that he could taste through the briefs before pulling them down and engulfing Zac’s dick to the root in one go; his nose was tickled by Zac’s pubes and his large square jaw rested on Zac’s full balls. Henry moved his head up and down the cock, using his tongue to work the sides and the knob, sucking up the sparse in comparison precum and slowly moving his hands in circles over Zac’s young arse globes. He spread his fingers and moved them closer and closer the crack and to the hole he knew he would find there. Sticking the middle finger from each of his hands into the crack, he located the hole and, without warning, simply pressed them both in to the hole. He knew he needed to be a bit rough in order to make sure that his poz load, clearly heading up this hole later, would take. Zac groaned and shot spunk down Henry’s throat. He was awestruck by how quickly he had cum; shooting his cream from just having some fingers shoved in to his arse. He couldn’t believe that, but it felt so good. Henry loved the taste of the neg cum on his tongue, but he had other plans for it. Pulling off Zac’s cock, he stood up and grabbed Zac’s ankles, lifting his legs. He then dropped back to his knees, but placed Zac’s legs over his shoulders. This allowed him to see clearly Zac’s tight pucker. Henry spat the spunk he had just received from Zac’s cock on to Zac’s arsehole. “I only do this bareback, no condoms in this house,” stated Henry as he scratched at Zac’s hole with his finger nails, “is that ok?” Zac didn’t even hear what Henry was saying, all he could see was the towering mountain of muscle, the thick arms, huge pecs, rippling abs and huge cock. He nodded his head and told Henry to fuck him as hard as he could. Henry smiled; he had a fucking cum slut here and one that clearly didn’t mind taking a charged load. His tattoo was big and obvious, Zac must have seen it and yet he was still agreeing to go bare. Henry snickered to himself. Who knew Zac Efron was a little chaser bitch? He stood up and thrust his long bare poz dick in to the hole, using the cum as lube, nothing else lube but Zac’s neg cum and dripping sweat. Henry planned to rip that hole up. Zac felt like he was being split in two, but the feeling that he had got from just Henry’s finger were multiplied as he felt the thick uncircumcised knob rub over his prostate again and again. He moaned and groaned about on the sofa, aware that he was making a lot of noise but not caring because he was embracing the fact that he was a true born cock slut. He loved the feeling of cock in his mouth or up his arse. He wanted to do this all the time. Forget girls, it was all about cock for Zac from now on. He never wanted Henry to cum as that thick cock felt so good up his tight hole. He started to flex his anal muscles and squeeze down on Henry, raising his arse to meet the thrusts into it. “Harder......please......fuck me harder,” groaned out Zac as his prostate took another hit. Henry started to really thrust in and out. He was battering the arse on his cock and was loving every minute. It felt so good to just be able to let loose and just fuck. Nothing felt better than to just pound away at some tight man arse. It was always tighter than pussy and guys who limited themselves were just missing out. He looked down at Zac squirming below him. He could see how much Zac was enjoying it from the way he was breathing and moaning; his body thrashing about and clearly loving the cock that was literally rabbit pounding his prostate. “You love my cock up you don’t you Zac?” Asked Henry as he ground in against the boy’s prostate. “Fuck, yes, uhgn, Zac grunted back, “harder, please.” “Yeah, you like my poz cock up you, you want this fucking hot toxic load deep in you,” grunted Henry, pulling almost all the way out before thrusting back in. “Wait…..what?” Zac asked, “What do you mean poz, do you have HIV?” The panic in his voice was palpable, the silly celebrity cock whore suddenly connecting the dots over the biohazard tattoo. Henry laughed, could Zac really not have known? Was he really lucky enough to be fucking such a hot little naïve cunt? Could he really not know what the tattoo meant? That just turned him on more and he started to really hammer the tight hole stretched obscenely round his huge cock. His muscles flexing, veins popping and sweat dripping he looked down at Zac Efron beneath him: “You bet I’’ve got HIV and when I’m done with you, so will you. Gonna set you free slut, gonna make it so you can take loads all the time…or would you rather I stop?” As he said this, Henry stopped thrusting and just held himself, his cock balanced at Zac’s hole, the head pressed in and the hole popping, but nothing but the knob inside. Henry could clearly see him cock was smeared with blood and some brown ass juice and it was taking all his self-control not to just plough Efron and poz him up regardless of what he wanted. Zac was scared, he didn’t want HIV….did he? If he was poz, he could get fucked at any time and not worry about anything, and this huge cock felt so good, did he really not want to finish the fuck? Possibly because of the leftover booze in his system or possibly just because he was a born slut, Zac Efron, celebrity heartthrob and wank fantasy to millions looked up at the muscle daddy fucking him and said three little words…”Poz me up.” That was all Henry needed, he started to pound harder and harder, telling little Zac just how much he was going to enjoy being poz, how being free was the best gift in the world and how, if the load took, he’d be able to share his strain with plenty of other young celebrities. Zac kept up with the dirty talk his end, begging the big stud to breed him, to make him a dirty poz whore. In his mind, his imagination flipped back to the boys of One Direction and how hot it would be to make his way through them, pozzing each one of them just like he was being pozed now. This made his cock extremely hard and had him begging Henry to fill him with a toxic load. Henry reached down and grabbed Zac’s cock. He jerked it no more than five times before Zac shot spunk high in to the air. As his arse tightened and clenched around the invader thrusting in to it, Henry came hard, spurting his dirty poz spunk deep into Zac’s bruised and torn colon. “Take my dirty AIDS load you bitch, pozzing you up good now, take it, take my cum,” screamed Henry as he shot load after load in to the battered celebrity hole. As the two men collapsed on to each other, Zac’s spunk sticking them together, they kissed and licked sweat from each other’s bodies, Henry keeping his fat cock stuffed in the boy’s hole, slowly humping from time to time, just to shake up the poz cum that was being absorbed by Zac Efron’s anal walls. As the two drifted off to sleep; each dreaming of who else they could bring over to introduce to their new activities, Zac was so happy and relaxed, he began to piss himself, spraying Henry and his own body with his yellow liquid. This just got Henry hard again and without a word he started fucking the boy again. Zac smiled, knowing a second load would increase the chances of him becoming the poz whore he now wanted to be.

Part 1. Based on my experiences. I was nervous when the hot anonymous guy coaxed me into trying tina at his apartment. I had experimented with snorting, smoking and getting tina crystals fucked into my gullet. How much more different could shooting crystal meth into my vein be? The guy had nice muscles, average cock, but hard as a rock. As he put the tie on my left arm, he told me to relax as he grabbed an already prepped rig of meth. It had a light pink tinge and the numbers looked rubbed off but I thought nothing of it. He asked if I was ready, slid the needle into my skin and into my vein. It kinda hurt a bit, like the needle was blunt. But there was a flash of red. Before I said I was ready, he pushed about 3/4 of the full 1cc syringe of fluid into me. My chest got hit and I started coughing, then the high set in. All of a sudden, I needed this anonymous guy's cock in my guts. He then shot the rest of the tina into his own veins. No tie needed as his vein was already distended. I started grinding my butt against his rock hard dick. Meanwhile my own previously hard small dick shrunk. I thought that felt right actually. No need for a fag to pleasure his own shriveled useless clit. All I needed was to serve the men in this city. It was only right for a man to use my hole, any man. Anonymous told me to suck his dick. It was streaming precum at this point. As i was worshipping his dick, anonymous said the following. He told me he wasn't sure what his status was nor did he care. He also said the needle he used came from a sharps container. He asked what I thought of that. With my mouth full, I mumbled "please sir, please fuck me and shoot your load in me." He chuckled. Told me to turn around face down on the floor. He slid his hard dick in my hole, no lube need. My hole primed with tina, swallowed his whole cock. I sighed with relief as anonymous fulfilled my purpose. He started watching porn on his phone and I heard him text. Anonymous stroked his cock in my cunt for 2 hours I think. I could feel tingling in my guts. I knew he was pre Cumming heavily in me. I felt good knowing my guts were good for something, stimulating a man's dick. Stroking his sensitive glans and knowing that if I did a good enough job... "Oh fuck, I'm about to cum fag". I exclaimed God yes, thank you sir. His cock pulsed his anonymous cum in me. My sensitive tina hole felt every throb of his ejaculations. "Oh faggot. You fucking whore! Take that load you useless whore" anonymous thrusted his hips 7 times, then kept his dick in my guts. "Stay still!" He commanded. He kept texting for several minutes. Then said this. I got a couple buds popping by my place. Keep your fag hole up high, arch your back. I'm gonna blindfold you and you're gonna take my buddies cocks. "Yes sir!" I barked. "Good faggot cumdump" " thank you sir. I'm a faggot whose hole is only good for taking dick and cum." " that you are where..."

I was in an open relationship with a guy I “dated” for a short time. At least I thought we were dating, but looking back, it became more of a FB relationship. It was 15 years older than me and taught me a lot about sex. He would invite guys over to watch them fuck me. He would sit in the corner and fuck himself with his dildo collection while he got off watching me. When the guy would come, he’d lick the top’s cock clean and then felch the cum out of my hole. We did this a number of times. I guess I became the cheater when I was really attracted to one of the guys who came over and he to me. About a month later, I saw him in a drugstore. We locked eyes and immediately knew one another. We talked and then started hooking up on the side. Turns out he had a partner so there was a lot of cheating going on

I have always been monogamous. I know it is unsustainable, but open relationships aren't my cup of tea either. It is like bareback sex while being on prep. Most of the pleasure comes from the risks you take to get it. That's why I am still in a monogamous relationship, but I take bare cocks all the time and my hubby doesn't suspect anything. I have even been fucked by his friends, a couple of them are poz (undetectable, unfortunately) but one of them put frozen cum in my ass as i was on the phone with my bf telling him I loved him so so much.

I just bought a new chastity device, a Cobra Resin Cock Cage. Tried wearing a plastic one - can't remember the brand, but supposedly good - a couple of years ago, but it broke while I was on a run. God knows how - I'm not that well endowed! So I bought a metal cock cage and it was too big. Abandoned the whole project til recently, when I was speaking to a foot-and-chastity Dom on Grindr. So, we try again. Have made a list of dares and goals: go cruising while locked up, go to a sauna bathhouse locked up and collared. Want to put myself in training so I can participate in this year's Locktober. It arrives tomorrow. Can't wait.

Indeed. There certainly is a school of thought that if it weren't for guys like us, the married guys wouldn't have guys with whom they can cheat. But I've always thought that was a lame claim. If not us it'll be someone else. We aren't the one cheating. And honestly it is up to the one cheating to decide if cheating works better than candor. My mate knows I fuck around, and I know he does too. And that's OK. The whole "controlling another" thing really kinda sucks, whether it is us owning another human, or demanding that our mates only play with us. (and fuck, really, how is that fun?).

I agree with other bottoms here than being fucked raw by a guy with a PA is just an outstanding feeling. Whatever the practicalities re: the piercing etc, it will attract bottoms to you like moths to a flame! 😉

make my asian hole pregnant with that 14in BBC. double slam me then pimp me out

Hi Bokkierob.. get it done. Healing is fairly quick. Drink plenty water in the hours before U get it done - concentrated urine can sting a bit. Move the piercing back and forth several times a day so the skin doesn't attach to the piercing. Fucking..give it a few weeks to heal properly. Initially it can be a bit painful for you both. Give it about 3-4 months and then start to stretch it up.. ideal size is 8mm or 0g. My initial piercing was done 29 years ago..and it was stretched to a 0g after about 12 months. Got a bit bored during our covid lockdowns and stretched it up to a 000g (12mm). A tight hole is a real pain.. feels great in loose holes.

I was on Sniffies and saw a "Quickie" party advertised by the Philadelphia MOC Social Club so I messaged the host and asked for an invite. I was only the 2nd one there so it was a little slow getting started, but once people started to arrive, it got going real good. It wasn't completely a blackout party but pretty close to it. I lubed up my hole and went face down ass up on one of the beds and just waited for cock. I got fucked by about 15 different guys throughout the 2-1/2 hours I was there and got bred by 7 of them. I only left because the last cock slammed into me wearing a condom so I had to leave and go take benadryl in case it was latex.

I don't have one, so can't advise on how it feels as a Top, but I do know it feels great as a bottom. It so enhances the fuck. The feeling of the PA rubbing on the prostrate is something else. I would say go for it. You will have bottoms queuing up to service you, but then, I don't think you have any problems in that area anyway!

As a bottom being fucked by a top with a PA is a whole different experience

Of course yes - this guy must convert and become his gifter's pride ...and the college slut

Let me know if there’s any interest to keep this going!

I agree 100 % that EricVideos are some of the best out there. The guys seem like real guys, not like the American-full-of-steroids performers we have seen in US studio videos produced in the late 90 or even 2000s. Eric Videos are filled with very sexy, unassuming men who are just enjoying sex. The comment about not having "steroid" bodies doesn't mean they aren't in shape, but next time you watch one look at their lower bodies (not just their dicks), they all seem to possess great asses, legs, etc. - I know this is a stereotype I believe many chased after soccer balls or were involved in sports that worked their legs and core. Oh, and the dicks.......you see some of them and I wonder how they keep them in their pans. Eric videos can have three guys fucking on a filthy mattress and it can still be hot. I know that video company has featured some porn performers we are familiar with, while others did one or two videos, I often go to their web page just to look at the tons of guys who have worked for them. I often wonder - where are they now? Whose lucky enough to be fucking around with them? I suppose they just go back to their normal lives, work normal jobs. But the intro to the sex can be fun, two guys sitting, watching their phones and having a bottom message them and they decide to go over as a team and just fuck his brains out. Or sitting on a street park bench and a guy walks by, they say something you can't hear, and the three of them happen to walk back to an apartment not that far away. Classic EricVideos. I wish we could see more of them. I came across one of their performers on X, and he had done a video with an American performer, Derek Kage. When I mentioned to him about a video I saw made by EricVideos I mentioned Page, and sure enough, he was the unassuming guy who fucked Kage in every room, on every floor, of his apartment. He sent me screen shots of the video, nice guy. Classic stuff, he just kept fucking and fucking. Kage actually looked over his shoulder as to say, are you going to cum or what? The Frenchmen had some really quality top moves. I am a huge fan of Eric Videos, for those of you who haven't had the time to enjoy them, I say check them out the next time you have the chance.

Well that was a surprise! My bro and I had been talking about giving my ass away agai ! It really gets my bro off! So we rented a cheap motel room in San Diego and the he got on sniffles to advertise...i proceeded to get intoxicated and by the time the first stud showed up to fuck me, I was wasted...my bro loves it when I'm passive as well...so as I dozed in and out...he propped me on my belly and loosely blind folded me...let the first stud fuck me and he proceeded to beat off and host the guys....so I'm not sure when this certain stud showed up as I was swimming from the poppers, liquor, and maximum impact but I was kinda coming too and could see a little from under the blind fold. He proceeded to chat with my bro as a pig got finished cumming in me and then he proceeded to come over and start rubbing his dick on my ass as he rubbed my shoulders. He kept saying how he loved the warmth of skin and the smell of my hair...now mind you, my bro and I had been on the beach all day playing volleyball so I was very sun-kissed and my hair had alot of salt in it...the only thing I washed before fucking was my ass, taint, balls, and dick...as he entered me, he held to my waist with one hand and started rubbing my face and hair with the other...saying how he liked my curly shaggy hair. My bro the feed me another hit of maximum impact and stud started to fuck..he was so into it that he laid on top of me and put his hands on each side of my head above my shoulders supporting his upper body. He was fucking good and said he loved my hot body under him...i turned my head as I was moaning and when I did I noticed a ring on his right hand. It was gold with a sapphire....i was so going in and out of my haze but, that caught my attention...i have seen that ring before...couldn't place it but I zoomed back to him as he rutted his nut up in me...he laid on me breathing hard for minute while he naturally started to fall outta my ass then got up and made me clean his dick off...my bro and this mysterious stud chatted for about a hour and drinking beer as another stud came in pounded me...and lost all senses and didn't noticed when left....so the next afternoon as I recovered and we layed out by my bro's pool, he proceeded to tell me how he was so turned on by seeing guys fuck me all night...he especially liked the guys that showed up that where surprised to see that this jock was laying there taking any and all dick! So I asked, as I always do, what were the guys like? He said it ran the gambit...his favorite was a college age nerd...massive dick! He also stated he got a few numbers for future fuckings. As he was talking it dawned on me about the ring...i asked him if he remembered a stud wearing it and he didn't...as we talked,it hit me! The guy is or was a youth counselor at a summer camp I went to when I was just sprouting hairs down there! I jump up and got my phone and then proceeded to look up camp pics from my time there...sure enough he was a counselor of the cabin next to my group's cabin...i remember how I loved staring at his hairy and tight body at the pool or when we were canoeing and he'd wear a tank top I also remembered that ring for some reason. i showed the pics to my bro and his Jaw hit the floor! He said he was one of the silver foxes he made sure to get a number from! I couldn't remember his name but when my bro said his name is Adam, my dick went full mass! That was his name and he, indeed, bred me...he told my bro, that he loved my tan and my shaggy curly hair...oh yeah can't wait to tell him about our history when he fucks me again..My bro,just left him a message! damn what a surprise!

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.

Well I wasn't expecting this story to be so popular so I guess I can give part 2 a shot! Hope you like it as much as the first part. Again sorry for any grammar mistakes 😅. Part 2 As I was getting dressed I felt that there was still cum on me in various spots clinging to my clothes. I can't stand the feeling so I quickly take them back off and decide to take a quick rinse. I set my clothes, gear, and phone in the corner and headed into the shower area. Unfortunately they weren't exactly private. "OH your still here nice!" I jumped thinking I was alone. "I'm just rinsing off and heading out" "Aww that's a shame my buddy just got here and when I told him about you he was pumped to get a turn" "Wait so you fucked me?" "Yeah, you were pretty popular had to wait my turn but damn was it worth it" "Glad you enjoyed yourself, but that wasn't something I had the choice of doing." I explained the situation to him, he seemed shocked and apologized for his part in it. All the while his cock came to life rock hard leaking a bit of precum from the story I told him. "I had no idea, I thought being bound and used was just a kink of yours" "Well it is, but in a controlled environment, I like to have some say" "I wanna make it up to you, I have a pair of cuffs that that you can have. They have a safety latch so you don't have to worry about a key. Whoever is with you can just push that latch and boom your free!" I thought about it a bit, and decided to take him up on his offer and take the cuffs as I left. "Okay let me just throw on my clothes my husband's waiting for me in the car so I'll just grab it and go." "You can put them on in my room, don't want to draw another crowd. Besides I wanna make sure my friend didn't run off with them already" Well hearing that made me nervous and to afraid to attract another crowd I listened, grabbed my clothes and phone and followed him thru a maze of rooms. "Here we are" He unlocked the door to let us in and I was surprised at how big the room was. I thought there was only small ones. More surprisingly tho the room had about 8-10 people fucking a bottom, he was surprisingly quite for the fucking he was receiving. "This our replacement bottom for the party?" A big burly bear type was steering at me strocking his big pierced cock. "No he just came for a little gift, he's tho one I was telling you about that was bound in the swing" "Fucking hot man, sure you don't want to have another go?" I told him I was fine that I needed to get back to the hubby, just wanted to take the cuffs and go. I couldn't stop looking at the fucking happening before me "Ahh well the cuffs are in one of those bags, here have a drink relax a little while he grabs it" He got up and handed me a bottle of gateraid. I contemplated it and figured I was extremely parched. So I walked over grabbed the bottle and chugged it down. I was alot more thirsty than I thought. He was grinning at me as I sat on the bed, I felt a bit light headed. "I need to get dressed my husband's waiting for me" "You sure I could really use a hole to shove this in" He was rubbing my thigh while stroking his cock. His hand started exploring my body working it's way to my hole. He started rubbing the entrance to my hole telling me how wet it is. I tried to push his hand away but he was to strong ans my energy was leaving me, what's going on? "Here let's lay you down and get you more comfortable, I'll just lay your things over here" He grabbed my clothes ans phone setting them next to the bed. Guys were starting to gather around me. "Found the cuffs, and the spreader bar!" The original guy came back over. "OH you change your mind?" I tried to tell him no but could only let out a mumble. "He took the whole bottle of G, so looks like we found our replacement bottom after all" I felt the bed shift as the husky man got between my legs. "Night night baby, well take good care of you" I heard the door open and a few more people walk in before I passed out. They grabbed the other drugged up bottom, and i later found out that they just layed him ass up in the dark rooms. They wasted no time getting me flipped over so I was face down ass up. They cuffed my hands behind my back, bound my legs in a spreader bar and propped my ass up with pillows. When they propped my ass up it let some cum and the end of a condom pop out. "OH hell yeah this ass is loaded and ready, go spread the word. Let everyone know we have ourselves a community cumdump" The burly guy lined his dick to my hole but before he could push in my phone started ringing. He looked over and saw it was my husband. He grabbed my phone ignored the call, then called him back with facetime. "Hey baby whats taking so long. Wait wtf is this" "Your boys a bit busy right now, he's taking a little nap, but me and the guys are gonna keep him company." "Hey you fuck leave him alone" He just ignored my husband's demands aimed the camera at my hole. He started scooping up the cum leaking from my ass with his PA before catching it on the condom sticking out. Then started pushing into my hole slowly. "Fuck this boy has a nice hole." "Please stop!" He ignored him again and just started Jack hammering my hole. You could see the loads trying to escape as he fucked me hard and deep. "Fuck here's another load for you boy!" He breed me deep slamming hard a few time to push it in as far as he could. My husband was quietly sobbing as he watched. "Tell you what, if you can cum before the next gut breeds him, well stop. If not. . ." He was grabbing a tripod and propping the phone so all you could see was a first person view of my ass getting fucked. The hubby could see the next guy lining up to fuck me. "So if you cum before my buddy here we'll stop, if not we give any ans everyone access to this hole. I want to see you jack it and shoot that load." He turned on the screen record function after saying that. "Okay please let him go after this." "Well you better hurry he's already picking up speed" My hubby angles his phone and pulled out his dick, jacking furiously, watching my hole get used and getting more and more turned on "Fuck take this load bitch!" "Damn looks like you couldn't cum in time, but you gave it a good shot so I'll give you another chance" "Thank you, I'm so close" The next guy was already entering my hole he was big. The camera didn't show it but he also had a biohazard tatt about his dick "Alright final chance" They were racing, my top fucking my ass like he was trying to break it. My hubby vigorously stroking trying to cum before my top breed me "Fuck here it cums, fuck ahhhhhhh. Take that dirty cum bitch" With that my husband shot his load all over himself. Shooting one of his biggest loads. "Damn that was a nice load boy but . . ." My top pulled out and you could see a stream of cum pouring from my hole "You were a little to late" The next guy was already fucking me. "But you gave me one hell of a show, tell you what, come back inside. If you can find us another bottom he's all yours. Ill keep the call going to help you on your hunt bjt the conversation ends here. I have a hole to breed" With that my husband had no choice he started to wipe the cum off of himself and found himself getting turned on again seeing the husky guy line up with my hole before plunging balls deep. Possible part 3 coming depending on how you guys like this

I pulled into the car park of the sauna, switched off the engine and sighed as I viewed the big two story building. Here I was again, knowing I shouldn’t, knowing the risks and yet enable to resist the urge, the need to degrade myself. I was absent from work because it was wednesday afternoon on no towels day, which meant the sauna would be full of naked men. It also meant that the men who were there at this time would likely be older, sleazier and more likely to carry the bug. There was something about naked day which attracted men who were, shall we say, uninhibited. I rang the bell and was buzzed in. The bored guy at the desk took my money and said “no towels today. If you need one you have to come and ask. OK?” I nodded, feeling the viagra I had taken earlier beginning to kick in. “Also, there’s no free condoms only sachets of lube. Condoms have got too expensive to give away.” I nodded again, feeling the excitement at what that meant by the stiffness in my pants. I took the key and walked down a short corridor to the area with a lot of wooden lockers. There were a couple of men there. One was quite tall, naked as he closed his locker and sporting a large, dangling cock with a cockring around its base. He sauntered out without acknowledging me. The other was an old, smooth skinned man chubby man with a pink face. He could have been anyone’s grandad, probably was. Now, naked, he put one fat leg up onto a low bench in the changing room and rubbed lube into his arsehole. Then he smiled at me and I watched his flabby buttocks disappearing round the doorway and wondered how long before he got what he wanted between them. I stripped off and put my clothes in the locker. My cock rose stiffly against my belly as I stood there naked and ready for what was to come. The building was on two levels with play areas above and a pool with a small cafe on the ground level. But there was a third level. A basement. Dark, smelly, hot and the haunt of men who wanted only sex, nearly always bareback, and almost totally anonymous. I walked out totally naked, feeling my heart pounding in my chest. Beyond the changing room was an open area with a wide staircase going up to the next level. A couple of nude men came down laughing together and went into the coffee area behind me. Beyond the stairs was a door. The door to the basement. Each time I came, I told myself I wouldn’t go into the basement. I would be more careful, more choosy what I did and who with. Despite everything, I was still negative and I should stop being stupid before my luck ran out. And yet…. I went through the door. Beyond was a small corridor with narrow stairs leading down. The lower area was pitch black. I hesitated at the top, then felt my control going. I’m so weak, I thought, reaching down to my key on elastic around my ankle and the couple of sachets of lube held there. I took one, tore it open, then smeared the lube between my bum cheeks. Taking a deep breath, I headed down the staircase. At the bottom, the dim light from above revealed some padded benches along the wall and and a screen wall on the other. I made my way forward, hand sliding along the screen wall as it got darker. Then I felt the entrance and stepped into complete darkness. It was damp and hot in the space. I stopped as I heard movement ahead of me where from previous experience I knew there was a padded bench at the rear. Movement, gasping and grunting which made me shiver with excitement. I moved forward slowly, questing with my hand. Suddenly, I bumped into someone, sweaty naked flesh against mine. “Sorry” I whispered. They just grunted as I moved on until my hands encountered the PVCcovered bench and the bodies engaged on it. There was someone bending forward and my hands swept over a big, flabby body thrusting against them from behind. Tits with thick rings wobbled on the guys chest as he fucked the other man and I felt his heavy, sweating backside moving in and out. My hand got between them, pushed down and felt the heavy cock moving in the greasy arsehole. He was barebacking him. As I discovered this, the guy was carrying out his own exploration. His hand slid down my back, over my buttocks and a thick finger pushed into my hole. He grunted softly, sliding his finger in and out. I gasped, but could not resist pushing back to meet it. His hand withdrew, slid up my back and pushed me firmly forward and down until I felt the bench beneath my chest. I couldn’t see anything, but I felt him get behind me, steady my hips and then his heavy cock was sliding up me. I gasped with pleasure and pain as he sank into me. A hand came round my face with a bottle. I sniffed at the poppers and felt myself give way, opening up to his thrusts. “Oh christ” I thought “I want this soo bad.” Someone got onto the bench. The man I’d bumped into? His cock probed my face and I turned sideways and began to suck the slimey shaft. I felt the other man lever himself off the bench and leave as the big man in me began to thrust more urgently in my arse. No words had been exchanged. No connection made, just a bare cock up inside me which was about to spurt without regard to the consequences. “Yeah!” He whispered. “Gonna cum!” I pushed back. He took it for my acceptance and pushed deeply into me. He grunted, his cock swelled and throbbed and I knew I was being bred with his sperm as he orgasmed.. At the same time, the guy in my mouth squirted sperm across my tongue which I swallowed eagerly. I was lost. They both pulled out of me. The guy got off the bench and left. The big guy pulled his cock out of my arse and slapped it. “Cheers.” He whispered. “Now you’re fucked.” Then he padded off into the darkness leaving me gasping and sobbing with pleasure. I had done it again. Despite my best intentions, I had bred in the dark like an animal.

Seeking barebackers in Bogotá to meet up. I'm a 19yo poz bottom in Plaza de las américas, Kennedy Manes apeleros de Bogotá para hacer encuentros, yo pasivo poz, 19 años por Plaza de las américas, Kennedy

Christian closed his eyes and gently wrapped his arms around Jon’s head to keep him down and shot his cum deep down Jons throat. Joh’s throat massaged Christian’s dick and milked it to the last drop. I am going to cum, Jon’s cock looked ready to pop . Christian asked Jon where he wanted to cum. Jon wanted to cum on Christian’s ass so Christian folded his body in half while Jon rubbed Christian’s smooth hole with his hard cock. Christian reached out for Jon’s nipples with his tongue and few seconds later Jon’s cock erupted and made a pool of cum right on top of Christian’s deep smooth hole. Damn, you have such a deep pretty hole. I’d think some bottom boys would be envious oyour hole. Jon told Christian to stay still and took his time playing with the hole with the cum but Jon’s softening cock couldn’t enter Christian’s tight hole . I am sorry that I am not as good of a bottom. I wish I could practice bottoming more. Jon asked Christian if hehave tried partying and asked him if he wanted to try tonight because it can help Christian to relax and possibly open up. Half an hour later, they were at the door of Jon’s fried Joey’s place. A n older white man opened the door they walked in. It was a war and coy with lots of Christmas lights all over the place . Joey led them to the back of the room and there were 3 other men lounging around almost naked. U have a dress code . Joey spoke as he took his robe off of his body and he was naked underneath. And others joined him as they shed their underwear. Jon was naked as well and puled christians pants down while Christian puled his t shirt off of him.. christian felt nervous and his penis was soft from but noticed the other men had semi hard ons. You look like a little boy Joey said as he picked up a bong and pushed it towards Christian. Jon told him that it was his first . And told christian to do as instructs. And Joey suggested Christian to hold Jon's dick while Jongives instruction. Christian got on his knees between Jon’s legs and watched Jon heating up the bong and when Jon paced out at his lips and told him to slowly inhale deep until he says to stop, he followed the instruction, Christian felt his chest feel tight or few seconds before blowing out smoke at Jons cue. Daamn. Few words from the men as they were impressed at the amount of white smoke Christian inhaled and blew out. The whole room was foggy for a little bit until the air purifier cleared up the fog. Jon told Christian to do another one but to hold the smoke until his cock was in the throat. Christian did as he was told and felt his mind getting foggy as he released the thick white cloud around Jon’s dick. Christian stayed down on Jon’s cock even after the fog was all cleared up because he felt the strongest desire for cock that he’s never felt before. One man noticed christian’s hairless body except a little bit of pubes and asked Jon if it was natural. Christian heard Jon replaying then shared the pictures of their previous session. For few minutes men talked about him but Christian’s mind was too occupied by the cock in his throat that he just drilled on the cock while the others talked about him. He heard someone mentioning obedient slut as Jon told Christian to go to Joey. Keep my balls in your mouth. Joey told christian and he did until Joey told him to suck the bong placed at his lips. Joey got up to answer the door bell so Christian blow out smoke while on kissed him and pulled on his nipples. Jon slowly walked loser to other men, He stroked Christian gently while the other man heat ups the bong and while the cloud was blown out around the other cock everyone was startled by a loud speech of a man. Damn, that’s a prettiest cm bucket and christian opened his eyes and turned around find the pic of his hole with a cum pooled between the mounds was on a huge TV for everyone to see. The men around him laughed and Christiaan lost his hunger for cock momentarily. There were short greetings and talking and explanation of what was going on. Christian was told to do another r hit with the new man’s cock. And Joey announced it was business time. And men went to another room. One of the white man hat didn’t give a hit to Christian told him that hell show how to clean he hole. But the last man said he didn’t get a turn so he told the other man to bring me to the bathroom when he was done and left. The last man was a young latino man his cock was rock hard and huge already. He amde christian suck on the bong for almost a minute and pushed his head down to the base of his cock blocking the airway so tight that white smoke did’t get released as much. Christian started to feel light headed from being choked on the cock until Joey’s voice interrupted the suffocation. Late not kissed Christian as he walked him to the bathroom and left. The white man was in the shower and told christian to come in. He stuck a hose into Christian’s hole and filled it with water and told him to let it out at the toilet. Christian felt too shy to do it in front of the stranger so he didn’t start letting it out til h was alone. Haitian did a second time and the water was almost clear ut he started to feel a new peasaruabe sensation as he et water escaping his hole. And third time e water hole felt so good inside of him. He felt his hole just relaxing and opening as he fucked himself with a horse and letting the water flow down into the drain. He was so entranced in this fucking that he did’t notice the latino boy entering and standing in the bathroom until he heard a chuckle from him. HUngry pussy? Huh I gotta go now but I will be back to fill you up . You like that? Christian nodded. We,, I gotta ee now so get down and open your hole. As soon as Christian got down on the tub, Latino boy started to piss on Christian , Christian was surprised at how hot the piss felt as it hit his skin and how good it felt to be pissed on by this young latino stranger/. Christian lost track of time and stayed in the shower until Jon came to get him. Jon asked Christian how he feels. And christian told him I hungry for dicks. When Christian got back to the lounge two white men couple were about to eave and the atmosphere was more mellow. Jon and Joey sat Christian between them and they talked about sex and other things. When asked about how he was feeling after partying, Christian told them he wants to get fucked. For next few hours both men played with christian’s throat and hole but they body was too tired to get complete hard on after 2 or 3 orgasms earlier. They tried to push into Christian’s hole every time they thought they were hard enough but Christian’s hole didn’t relax and open up wide enough for them before they started to get softer. Christian’s throat had no problem opening up for men’s cocks and got them hard so they kept fooling around slowly for few hours until the sun came up and had to wrap up the playing. Jon and Joey went to the other room to talk business and christian went to the kitchen to dispose he bottles and glasses they’ve used then saw the door open and saw the latino boy walking in, he handed a bottled drink to Christin and told him to drink it and wait for him while he talks to Joey. And walked into the room with Jon and Joey. Few minutes later Jon and latino boy came out and they walked out of Joey’s pace together. Jon had a car waiting outside and he had to rush to get home and easy for work. Latino boy told Jon he will walk Christian to his place as Jon left.

No, I don't think so. The ridiculous one would have appealed to the more base instincts, jealousies, hatreds, regardless of the gender of the opposition. There are apparently an astounding number of incompletely/poorly educated folks that he appealed to by harping on the jealousies, envies, "shoulda been me-isms" and all the excuses they come up with for failing to actually think, reflect, spend any amount of time actually assessing. These folks only "felt", they didn't use any rational faculties they may possess.

It isn't. He sees me going downstairs from the gym to changing rooms, knowing I will get naked before putting trunkies on ready to jump in the pool, steam room or sauna, and he follows me. I sometimes catch his eye as I am leaving, specifically as an invitation. I am getting close to saying, when completely naked in front of him, 'By the way, it's yours if you want it...' I'm gonna have him There's another guy on Scruff who got in contact with me. Monogamous relationship etc. Wants to cheat but needs convincing. I have been doing that work, encouraging him to cheat, with me or someone else. He has been actively participating and loving it. My last message to him yesterday was: "You really should block me. I get off on corrupting monogamous guys like you." ...which is probably a deeper truth about me than all that earlier spiel about ethicality. I'm gonna have this one too. I don't fucking care.

Hotness and romance... Lovely!

I love this story so much.

I hooked up online with a guy in San Francisco. Went to his home to play. And I always ask if I can pick up something to drink or eat. The market Street Safeway is open 24 hours a day. He asked me to pick up a banana. When I parked my car I dropped my pants in the alley next to his home. Stuffed it up my ass. As soon as I walked in his front door, he wanted me to turn around and lean against the door and he ate the banana out of my ass.

Had 3 loads in a darkroom Saturday night and went to a sauna on Sunday and managed 6 more and one from a random used condom fucked into me too. Mostly took it all in the darkroom and one guy in a cubicle who took the used condom out the bin and squeezed the load into my hole before fucking and breeding me with lots of sleazy talk. I may try another sauna visit in a few days to get more

The next two nights were the same, but then the prospect of my imminent departure suddenly became a thing. “We go out tonight” said the waiter, as he got dressed on my penultimate morning there. “I finish early, you be ready.” Well, I was as ready as I could be when he did indeed show up that night, and I duly followed him back downstairs to a motorbike parked in the alley. I put on the spare helmet and then sat behind him holding on to his impressive torso as we took off into the Athens night. We ended up a remote part of the perimeter of the abandoned old airport, and after he parked and secured the bike we walked to an opening in the fence and climbed through. He seemed to know where he was going so I just followed him through the darkness until we reached one of the disused Olympic venues. We wandered into the structure below the stands until he was happy with a chosen spot, and then he told me to strip. I took off everything except my jockstrap, then slid my trainers back on to protect my feet. It was hard to see what I was doing, so I took his direction as he used the light from his phone to indicate a steel beam I should bend over. Within a moment of getting into position he started to push his cock into me, and I settled in for yet another poz breeding. He took his time, and I realised he was probably just stalling until some others arrived. I was right, as eventually a couple of guys turned up, followed by a few more. I guess the waiter decided there was enough of an audience, and accelerated his thrusts until he slammed in one final time and unloaded in me. Once he had come down from his high, he pulled out and someone else replaced him. I couldn’t really see who was there, as what light there was from phones was pointed at me so they were all in he gloom beyond. The second guy fucked me quite roughly, bred me, and then was replaced by a third. At this point, however, the waiter bent over next to me on the beam, and he was soon rocking back and forth as someone fucked him. He groaned slightly for a bit as he got used to it, but then as he adjusted he turned to me. “All poz” he panted. I had assumed as such, but my dick still got harder at the confirmation that I was being fucked anonymously by a crowd of poz men outdoors while trespassing. This really was a sordid way to see out my time in Athens! The waiter took a load or two, and then stood up and disappeared out of view. I stayed where I was, being taken in turn by various men and enjoying the variety of shapes and sizes of cocks that were being thrust into me. In due course another man bent over where the waiter had been and took a load, and a while after another guy did the same. Then the waiter was back, and this time stayed put as men used us side by side. Despite my initial impression of him, he did seem to actually be quite an eager bottom. It still turned me on like crazy to have him next to me getting fucked just as hard as I was, given what an expert top he was in our normal sessions. Eventually the numbers thinned out, and after two men blasted into us almost simultaneously, the festivities were over. My back and legs ached as I stood up straight for the first time in what must have been hours, and I was very glad of the water bottle and lit cigarette the waiter passed to me. Once we had both recovered a bit we used some tissues to clean up the excess cum from our arses and legs, and then started the walk back to the bike in silence. It was a bit uncomfortable sitting on the motorbike for the journey home, so I was glad when we got back. Without a word said the waiter accompanied me upstairs to the apartment, and we took a shower together before climbing into bed naked. He got into the big spoon position behind me, pushed his cock into my gaping hole, and then we drifted off to sleep. The next day was my last in Athens, and it started with a gentle fuck before the waiter disappeared off. After another shower I headed to the office for the final handover of the project to the client, and then came back to pack and start cleaning the place up a bit. The waiter showed up at the end of the night again, and we didn’t do much sleeping as he was focused on giving me as many loads as he could muster. Unlike normal I spent most of the time on my back with our eyes locked together, no words really needing to be said as this ‘project’ was also taken to its conclusion. Then, in the morning as we sipped on some coffee, the waiter wrote down his mobile number on a slip of paper and handed it to me. “You tell me when poz” he said, and I just nodded. Then he was gone.

I am 45 now. Love to visit adult theaters. Love the ugly, strange old guys. Every guy in fact had an old guy in his 60ies breeding me last week. He had a big cock, big belly. I rubbed his cock first an touched his wet penis head. I smelled my fingers and it smelled like old piss and sweat. I doubted if i would suck him. He said, you can suck it if you want. So i took a hit of poppers. Went on my knees. And sucked him. So hot. So tasty. I didnt care anymore. Didnt think. Just lust lust. Than he started to feel my ass pussy. I turnef around and he made me sit on his cock. He fucked a nice load in my hole. I cleaned him of with my mouth afterwards. Some old guys saw what happened and saw how easy i was to breed. And i got some more loads in my ass and in my mouth. Love itm

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

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

I give you a biker and a real pozzing. All in one video. It doesn’t much hotter than this 🔥🔥🔥🔥 oh, and a hot Surprise at the end when he removes his jacket. (Worth watching the whole video!) (And Ollie is definitely POZ now. ☣️👹) Happy/sleazy wanking!!! [think before following links] https://www.xvideos.com/video.hfaollf0e4d/pozzing_oly

I respectfully disagree. A lot of us have an allergic reaction to latex. Often tops can't get hard with a condom. Its hard to feel any connection or sensation. Condoms smell weird. They remove the cum aspect. And tend to make the bottom sore, which limits extra play.

Part 2... So I was getting totally fucked in earnest by this BBC and my slammed up hole was convulsing on his every thrust. Squeezing, milking him for every bit of nut in his enormous sack. "You like that big nigga pipe in your pussy don't you baby? You're gonna get all that nut in yo pussy in a minute. Ohhh" and with that he gave a final thrust and seated his member the deepest it would go in me and his dick began to swell with every pulse. Suddenly, my hole was burning up, as every pulse brought out torrents of nut coating my insides. He collapsed on top of me and began to pull out. "Just wait bitch, Ima call my boys now, and we finna run a train on that pussy. You gonna have so much nigga dick and nut you might explode." Part 3 soon...

My first lab results I had a VL of 141,000, and about 10 days later I had all the additional lab work after getting told I tested positive. My second results shocked everyone how quickly they jumped. I had a VL of 6,650,000 and my CD4 was 314. I got a call from the local health department before my doctor even got those results. I called my doctor freaking out, and she was PISSED because that should have never been a phone conversation.

Some of these replies are fucking nauseating. This is the HIV/AIDS & Sexual Health forum. Take your bugchasing and giver/chaser fetish shit to the bugchasing forum where it belongs. The OP has a shockingly high viral load and his CD4 count indicates that the Enemy Virus is successfully destroying his immune system - and you sick motherfuckers don’t give a rat’s ass about his well-being. “Welcome to the brotherhood”? You can’t call people who care so little about each other’s lives brothers in any sense of the word. I’m a seven-year AIDS survivor who came as close to death from it as you possibly can, so I qualify for your “brotherhood” about as well as anyone, but I want no part of your bugchasing “brotherhood” of lunatics. The OP has joined a different kind of brotherhood, whether he realizes it or not - a brotherhood of those who have to fight the Enemy to survive. To the OP: It is imperative that you begin ART as soon as possible to mitigate the damage being done to your immune system. My CD4 count got to 49. I will likely never see 500 again. Right now, after seven years of rigorous adherence to ART, my system was so damaged I am still struggling to keep it above 200. You think you want this. You don’t. If you reach AIDS and the opportunistic microorganisms that surround us attack you, you’ll either die, or you will suffer and sexy will be the last thing on your mind. And even if you don’t let it get to that extreme, HIV doesn’t just sit there idle in your body - your body is under a constant siege of inflammation, and science still isn’t sure of all of the results of that, but you’ll be more susceptible to certain cancers, it’ll be easier for you to get sick, and be sicker when you do. Even when you get past the point where you have to take prophylactic meds to stave off pneumonia, meningitis, and a dozen other illnesses waiting in line to kill you, expect to endure molluscum, thrush, candidiasis and shingles. Had ‘em all. Guess what? People with advanced or untreated HIV are on the list of those the CDC has identified for whom the COVID vaccines aren’t as effective and who need a third and likely a fourth vaccination to maintain a level of protection from COVID. I’m now triple-vaxxed because without it I could end up on a fucking ventilator. This is what you want? This is the fate you’re merrily passing on to other people you fuck with your sky-high viral load? This is the result you’re happy with? Think none of the above will happen to you? Think again, brother. It’s already happening. I’ve been to that place and just barely made it back alive. You don’t want to go there. Anybody who says he does is either non compos mentis or just a goddamned idiot.

It was a couple of weeks later when I came down with flu and had to take to my bed. At the same time, a sore appeared near my arsehole and I developed some blotches on my torso. I felt awful for a couple of days, but then it passed and I began to feel better. I was still in bed when I heard the doorbell and voices in the hall. I heard my mother say "He's upstairs if you want to say hello." There were footsteps on the stairs, and then the bedroom door opened and Bill from the sauna stood there grinning. "How are you?" He said, coming and sitting on the bed. "A bit better, thanks" I replied. He pulled down the top of the sheet and saw the blotches on my torso. "I heard you had the flu. Looks like you got something else as well." I tried to pull the sheet up, but he held it down and began to pinch my nipple whilst rubbing his crotch. "That's hot! " He laughed. "We've missed you at the sauna. " He pulled the bedclothes down and grinned again when he saw my erection. "Bloody hell, I need a fuck!" He sighed. "Turn over, theres a good lad" I rolled over onto my front as he unnzipped his trouses, opened the belt and slid them down over his thighs. His cock sprang up stiff and drooling with precum. He spread my buttocks and noticed the sore "Thought so!" He said, fingering my arse. "I want some of that!" He dug in his pocket for a crumpled tube of lube, spread some on a finger and rubbed it into my swollen hole. Then he got on top of me. The bed sank under his weight and I gasped as his cock slid up me until his cold belly was crushed against my backside. He sighed happily and began to thrust deliciously in and out. There were more footsteps, and my mother came in carrying a cup of tea. "Thought so!" She said. "You're a dirty sod Bill." He laughed and continued to fuck me as she put the tea down and sat on the bed beside us. "He should be back at work tomorrow, Bill. " She said, stroking my hair as she watched his flabby bottom going up and down. I still felt embarassed at being seen like this, despite all that had happened and buried my head in the pillow as Bill thrust urgently into me. "Ooff...that's good...ahh.."Gasped Bill. " The regulars....oohh..miss him. Hang on, I'm going to cum!" He grunted like a pig, shuddered and jerked on top of my, then grunted and I felt his cock throbbing as he spurted his cum up me. "Phew! That was good!" He said, getting heavily off me . His cock flopped out and I felt a drool of cum slide over my balls. "I'll have that tea now."

I was 8 when my uncle had me suck his dick. That went on for about a year until we moved. From 8 on, I had sex with my uncle, neighbor kids, a guy on a Greyhound bus had me jerk him off when I was 10, my brother-in-law started fucking me when I was 12. There were quite a few others. I only wish I started younger.

My mother was out at bingo night, so I was able to clean up before she got home. I was watching TV when she came in, and heard her talking with someone. To my surprise, she came in with grandad who gave me a knowing look and a wink. I blushed as she said "Grandad gave me a lift tonight, for a change. How are you?" "OK. "I mumbled. "Good," She said. " Well, I'm going to have a bath and leave you two boys to watch TV." The hairs stood up on my neck. Something about the way she said it, and the look she gave my grandfather - did she know? She gave a little smile and disappeared upstairs and soon we heard water running. Grandad wasted no time. He sat beside me on the sofa, grabbed my head and kissed me, probing my mouth with his tongue. I gasped, but it felt so good. I heard him open his belt and unzip his old trousers and then my hand was around his throbbing cock. "Stop!" I whispered. "What if she comes down?" "What if she does?" He whispered in my ear. "You think she doesn't know what a little pig you are? She told me about your job in the sauna, and how she's always finding stained underpants hidden in the laundry basket." I paled with embarrassment, the thought of her looking at the dried spunk on my pants. But it was exciting as well, and I didn't stop him pull my trousers and pants down and fingering my hole. Oh God, I thought, is he going to fuck me right here? I was soon given my answer. He turned me and got me to kneel on the sofa with my head on my arms on the backrest. I saw him dig a dirty tube of lube from his pocket, which he smeared on my puffy hole. "Nice," He said. "Has it been fucked today?" I nodded, and told him about the men in the toilet. "Dirty little sod!" He laughed. The sofa sagged with his weight as he knelt behind me. This was scarey! What if we were found out? But then his fat cock slid up me until his hairy belly was against my arse and I forgot everything as I sagged under his weight and felt his cock sliding in and out. He fucked me slowly for a few minutes, and then I heard the door to the living room click open. I looked up in panic and saw my mother standing there in her dressing gown holding a cup of coffee. I tried to get up, but grandad was leaning on me fucking and grunting happily and I couldn't move. Suddenly, she smiled, came over and ruffled my hair. "Don't mind me," She said. " I'll put the TV on." To my embarrassment, she put on the TV and sat on the armchair, her eyes flickering between the screen and grandad's hairy backside pounding in and out. I just lay there, pink with shame as he gave a loud grunt and cried "I'm cumming!" I felt his cock twitch and spurt in me as he came. He lay on me for a while, then slid out and sank back onto the sofa. I blushed again as I felt some of his sperm leak out of me on to the cushion. "Better get a cloth and clean that up, Harry." She said. He went out into the kitchen and returned with a towel, his cock now swinging limp and wet between his thighs. He wiped the stain then gave me the cloth to sit on. "Do you want some tea,Harry?" She said. "That would be nice. How was the bingo?" "Not bad," she said going off into the kitchen. ""Just glad to get out of the house. By the way, Timmy, make sure your arse is cleaned out in future. I don't want to have to wash your pants every day."

My tea was ready for me when I got home. “How was your first day?” Asked my mother as I sat down to eat. “Alright,” I replied, blushing as I remembered being fucked and feeling my arsehole still wet and puffy from the pounding it had received. “That’s good.” She replied. She noted his blush and the excitement in his eyes. She was sure she was right – Timmy was gay and, if his face was to be believed, no longer a virgin. “You’ll be going back tomorrow, then?” She asked. I looked at her and returned her smile. “Oh yes.” The next day, I went to the Sauna and helped Bill clean up before the sauna opened. Bill was stripped down to singlet and shorts to clean the shower area and I saw he was covered with tattoo’s. In particular, there was a large biohazard symbol on Bill’s fat, hairy stomach with two scorpion’s either side. Bill saw me looking. “Like my tatt’s?” He said. “Yeah,” I said “but what does that symbol mean on your stomach?” “Don’tcha know what that means?” I shook my head. “It means I’m poz, mate. You might see a few more on the clientele.” I was surprised, and also slightly excited, and wracked my brains to remember if there had been tattoos on the men the previous day. Bill was rubbing his crotch and there was a sizeable bulge in his trousers. “Mind you, they don’t all have them. May be you got pregnant yesterday already!” And he laughed at my shocked expression. He also noticed me lick my lips unconsciously. Slowly, he unzipped his trousers. “Want to see my old, poz cock?” I stared, mesmerised, as Bill opened his trousers and levered out a fat, heavy cock with a thick mushroom head, slimey with pre-cum. I was trembling with fear and excitement and didn’t resist as Bill took my hand and placed it on the warm flesh which stiffened slowly until I was holding Bill’s erection. “Good lad,” said Bill. “Give it a rub, then” I began to wank the warm. Silky flesh, feeling my own erection in my pants, but feeling my arsehole throb and twitch even more strongly. Suddenly, Bill pulled me into his arms and kissed me on the mouth. I gasped as I felt a man’s lips on minefor the first time, and the wet tongue probing my mouth. I gasped with pleasure, almost swooning in Bill’s arms as the man’s hands went round to cup my buttocks, and my heart pounded in my chest. I couldn’t resist as the hands moved to myis belt, undid the buckle and slid them and myunderwear down to my knees. My cock sprang up against Bill’s belly, but the man ignored it. He sensed Timmy was almost there, almost ready for impregnation. He fumbled in his pocket, found the poppers and opened the brown bottle. He took a brief sniff to get him going, then stuck the bottle under my nose. “breathe,” He said. I took a deep sniff and felt the poppers explode in my head and a warmth which swept away my inhibitions. I began to snog Bill’s lips, gasping with pleasure, as Bill hurriedly pushed his own trousers and underwear down. It was time. “Do you want my cock?” He breathed into my ear. I barely heard, instead squeezing the heavy cock pressing against my belly. Bill chuckled to himself. There was an old sofa in the changing area. He lifted my t-shirt over his chubby torso, squeezing my flabby tits and nipples until I gasped with pleasure. It was definitely time to mate, he thought. He turned me around, bent me over the arm of the sofa, dug the tube of lube out of his pocket, and smeared it gently between my fat, upraised buttocks, dipping his finger in gently until I squealed with delight. Then he grasped his cock, and began to push the mushroom head into the delicate pink slit between my cheeks. I gasped with pain and began to wriggle. “Easy, just relax”, whispered Bill and pushed the poppers under my nose. He felt my quivering body sag in surrender, pushed forward and then the head burst in and his shaft followed in a delicious rush until he was balls deep in my backside. I couldn’t believe how good it felt as Bill began to thrust slowly in and out. My own erection had subsided, and my sole focus was on the sensation of Bill’s heavy cock sliding in and out. I felt Bill pull my arms back. “Hold it open!” He gasped, placing my hands on my buttocks and making me pull them apart so he could get deeper in. I was gasping with pleasure, wanting only to be fucked, and with a growing sense of wanting more – of wanting Bill’s tainted seed. I groaned, my eyes opened wide and my tongue flickered over dry lips as I knew Ie was going to let this man come in me.. Bill was gasping now, close to cumming and he sensed my acceptance of my fate. But I think he wanted to be sure. He leant over my chubby, sweating body and whispered in his ear. “I’m…I’m…gonna cum!” He gasped. “Gonna…ahh…gonna give you my baby’s. Is that what you want… want me to get you pregnant?” I could only arch my back and thrust against Bill’s belly. “Cum in me!” I sobbed. With a growl of pleasure Bill thrust into my chubby body, his cock swelling and throbbing as he shot his dirty load into my rectum, sensing with every spurt that he was impregnating the willing body beneath him. Finally he finished and slowly slid his cock out, closing the buttocks behind to prevent sperm leaking from my ravaged hole. “There you go, you’re fucked now.” He said, belching with pleasure and slapping my quivering buttocks. “I need to open up. Wipe your arse but don’t bother putting your clothes on. I’ve told the regulars you’re an added bonus for them. They can fuck you whenever they want. “ I stood up and nodded. Bill stroked my hair. “Let’s see how many babies we can give you, eh?”

I knew it was wrong – I wasn’t that naïve. But it felt so good and so natural I couldn’t resist. Sid started to fuck me with slow, deliberate strokes as Frank knelt in front of me and offered his cock to my mouth. I had never sucked a man’s cock before. The silkiness of it was exciting as was the salty drool of pre-cum oozing from the narrow, red slit. I began to suck it even as Sid started thrusting hard in and out of my arse. Suddenly, he pushed hard against me and I felt his cock stiffen and throb but I was so intent on sucking Frank, I barely noticed. The door opened and the old man from the TV room appeared. His entire body was wrinkled and slack-skinned, but his thick cock stood out from his sagging belly with a metal ring around his cock and balls. “Oh, it’s Arthur,” Laughed Frank. “How’s it going you dirty bastard?” Arthur licked his lips and came over to us and I felt his bony fingers probing my hole and the cock sliding into me. “Ok, Arthur. You look like you need a fuck.” With that, Sid pulled his long cock out of me and spread my cheeks. I felt the old man get behind me and his thick, veiny cock started to push into me. My arsehole stretched until I thought it couldn’t stretch any more, then his cock popped into me and slid in up to his balls. “Nice!” He grunted. “It’s all wet in there.” “Yeah,” said Sid. “I’ve just dropped a load up him. I’m off downstairs.” With that, he left. I was shocked. He had shot his spunk in me! All the fears and worries I had about safe sex came back to me, but Frank pushed the bottle under my nose and I sagged forward in surrender. “Cumming now.” Growled Arthur and leant over me, his whole body shuddering and I realised a second stranger was shooting up me. But it felt so good, I could only kneel there and let him do it. “That’s better.” He said as he pulled out of me. “You want a bit, Frank?” The other man shook his head. “Not yet. I’ll have it later.” Then they left, talking about something they’d seen in the news. I got off the couch and felt my hole which was wet and dripping with cum. Shaking, I pulled on my t-shirt and shorts, emptied the bin and went downstairs. Bill was making tea to take through to the others who were in the lounge. “You took your time.” He said. I blushed and turned away to put the bin outside. Then I heard him chuckle. “Oh, I see.” He said “ They’ve knocked up your cute little backside already, eh? What would your mother say.” I looked over my shoulder at my reflection in the mirror and saw the dark, wet patch in my shorts. Blushing furiously, I went out to the dustbin….what had I done? But my cock was stiff as I thought about it and I knew I would go back for more. After all, it was a bit late now, wasn’t it?

Part 2 - Timmy's story I was 18 and all my friends had gone to University. I wasn't a good student, and so wasn't able to go. I was also aware I was attracted to guys, and this made me very shy in case anyone found out. My mum said I had to get a job. "There's a place around the corner advertising for staff." She said. "It's a men's sauna. Why don't you apply? I'm sure you'd enjoy it." As she said this, she gave me a sly look and I blushed with the thought she had guessed my secret. I was overweight and very nervous about my appearance and didn't want to go, but she insisted and took me round there next day. It was just a nondescript door in a row of houses with a sign that said "sauna" over it. We knocked, and a middle aged guy answered wearing only a singlet and shorts. He raised an eyebrow when mum said "This is Timmy. He's come about the job." Then she pushed me forward, blushing furiously. He looked me up and down and grinned, revealing blackened teeth and said "Well. I'll give him a trial for a couple of days and see how it goes." With that the door closed behind me and I found myself in a tiny reception areas. The place smelled of steam, body odour and damp and didn't look too clean. "What's your name?" He said. "And you'd better be 18" I told him my name was Timmy and yes I was 18 though I didn't look it. He nodded. "Well Timmy, I need someone to clean up, scrub the floors occasionally and generally help out." As he spoke, a naked man appeared and asked for a clean towel. He was 50 ish with a flabby body and a semi-hard cock beneath his belly. I gasped. I had never seen a naked man before and I couldn't help staring at his cock. "What's this, Bill?" He said. "He's cute" Bill saw me staring and laughed. "This is Timmy. He's going to help out. You and the other dirty fuckers in here keep your hands off him." Then he turned and leered at me "Unless you want them too, eh mate?" I blushed again, aware my cock was rigid in my trousers. What sort of place was this? The man took his towel and grinned. "You're gonna be really popular. They'll all want to get in your arse." Then he turned and walked off, and I clearly saw the crease between his buttocks was wet and glistening. Bill told me to change into some shorts and a singlet like him as it was so hot and steamy. I went behind the desk to change, but when I looked up there was a mirror on the wall and he could clearly see me naked as I slipped on the tight shorts and singlet. He handed me a black bag and told me to go and empty the bins upstairs where the rest areas were. "It's not that big. You'll find your way round. Now listen, you'll see plenty of naked guys, and probably men having sex with each other. Is that a problem?" I felt my heart lurch and was so excited and yet scared. "N...nno thats fine." I said. "Ok. You want to join in, that's up to you. I'm sure they'd love it. But they're dirty bastards. If you let them fuck you bare, you'll get knocked up. You understand?" I had had sex lessons at school and understood about safe sex. I just nodded, uncomfortable at the conversation and headed upstairs...