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Paris… City of Hope… And loads! Went to Paris and Gran Cana last week. I’m gonna have to divide my experiences up into sections because I was a complete hoe! First up, Paris. I went to sector X. I am fond of sector X for its complete seediness. It’s got two levels of basement that smell like urine and numerous other body smells. I’m not sure if it’s been completely cleaned for 10 years! That nastiness brings out the horniness me and generally, there’s action. Usually, it’s a mixed crowd of older and younger men and a smattering of immigrants to France. This night was no exception. It started off with me, sucking dick with one middle-aged guy. When he was nice and hard, we progressed to fucking. Another guy came over to watch the action and the two tops started making out together. Soon I was being spit roasted from both ends and they were taking turns on me to switch me around to fuck and suck. By the end, both shot their loads in my ass. I was off to a great start! Because it was a weeknight it wasn’t super crowded, but I still got more action. I got fucked by a twenty something slender Spanish or Arabic guy for quite a while in one of the cubbies. He was definitely aggressive and wanted me in specific positions that pleased him. He had a nice cock that matched his body build and was able to go deep inside of me. Unfortunately, that cock was sheathed the whole time. He would take the condom off so I could suck him, but then put it back on when I was getting fucked. I tried to persuade him otherwise but no luck. He was still a great fuck because he was so aggressive, having me balance on my back on top of a stool in the cubby. He kept on asking me “you like? “Over and over. Of course I responded “yes”. After a long hard fuck, he unfortunately deposited his load in the condom and left me with a sore back and abrasions from rubbing against the wall. There was another guy of African heritage who was stocky with a thick meaty cock. He was ready to blow after watching me get fucked by the two older guys. Pushed me in a cubby and deposited his load within 15 minutes and then zipped up and left. His load was quite thick and he shot ropes inside of me that dripped out of me for the remainder of the evening. There were a few other guys during the rest of the night, but nothing as enjoyable as the ones I’ve described.

Chapter 6: Origin's Story Father John cums in Paul's ass, screaming like a wild beast. I watch him, petrified, as I see his ass cheeks contract as he injects all his poisonous cum into my boyfriend's ass. This lasts for more than a few minutes, the cum is so much that the ass can't contain it all, so it starts to drip out. Pink drops of cum mixed with blood come out. My Paul's blood. He's passed out in the meantime. After Father John finishes unloading inside my boyfriend, he pulls out his huge cock, still dripping. He's all sweaty, his hands are covered in blood from digging his nails into Paul's ass, whose hole is torn, swollen. I'm sitting on the floor, unable to speak, or move. Father John takes a shirt of mine from the closet and dries himself. "Your shirt smells good. Your boyfriend smells good too...do you want to smell it?" He brings his big cock closer to my face. The smell of cum and blood is nauseating, yet I can't move. "Tell him to come to church, as soon as he wakes up. He's part of the community now." Father John looks out the window, and sees Luka, who runs to hide. The priest smiles. "I see you've made a new friend too. Be careful hanging out with certain people!" Father John gets dressed and leaves, satisfied and arrogant. Luka waits a few minutes and then comes in to help me. We try to wake Paul, but nothing happens. He's exhausted. Luka says to let him rest. In his sleep, Paul still moans a few more, and moves his butt, as if he's still carcasses Father John's cock. I put a blanket on him and we leave the room. "What the fuck happened?" I ask Luka. "I'm sorry, there was nothing we could do anymore. This is not a normal town, Mark. It is said that a couole of centuries ago, the priest of the time sacrificed the souls of the community to a demon, to have power and eternal life. To achieve this, he began to feed on the men of the village, brainwashing them, and promising them the same things, that if they had sex with him, he could pass on this power to them. In reality, he became stronger and stronger, feeding on their lives. In the meantime, the pact made with the demon begins to corrupt faster both his soul and his body, so he begins to fuck more and more and harder with all the men of the village, to stay alive. They have orgies, rituals where all kinds of perversions happen. The thirst for power and life mixes with lust. The men begin to fuck each other every day. They leave their wives to dedicate themselves only to this. Meanwhile, their bodies begin to rot. They need to fuck to take lifeblood from the other, but a once they are all cursed, they only decay faster. Soon even the priest has no pure one to feed on, and he becomes a sort of living corpse: the demon does not let him die, but he is no longer alive. Since then, his brothers took care of him, locked him in their monastery, and sent another priest to the city, to bring order. But since then, the poison spread by the demon continues to make new victims. For this reason, only the priest in charge is allowed to suck the life from the faithful. No one else can have sex, or they would die faster. Paul has been cursed. Father John will use him, sucking his soul out little by little, until he has nothing left. Father John is the priest who replaced the first one, over two hundred years ago." "This is all absurd! But how can we stop Father John?" "It is impossible, he is immortal. The only solution would be to find the first priest and burn his body. Only then could we break the curse." "How do we find him?" "We have to investigate. Father John will surely want to throw a party for Paul's conversion. He will invite all the faithful to take turns abusing him. Just once, so as not to finish him off right away. We could infiltrate and investigate. They will all be dressed as friars, our faces will be covered." "Why are you helping me? And why does Father John hate you?" "I told you. I don't go to church anymore. Father John...He converted me and all the males in my family. Among them, my twin brother. During the post-conversion party, Father John fucked him for days without ever letting go. He took all his life energy, and at the end of my brother there were only bones left. He liked it a lot. I'm afraid Paul might end up the same way, he can't control himself with those he really likes." In the meantime, Paul wakes up and comes out of the bedroom still naked. Walking like a zombie towards the exit. They are calling him. They are calling their new brother to donate his body to them. Luka and I follow him discreetly, in the dark of the night.

Scotty’s Tree House – part two When Daddy Paul brought Boy Scotty into his dingy bedroom he knew he'd easily craft his latest working whore for public show out at the riverfront woods, trails, park and otherwise empty picnic tables, then back here for those group gang cloud ☁ and blast off 💪 ⚡💥 sessions his trashy 🐷 buyers crave, need and deserve. Pushing Scotty onto his master bed, pulling off both his own fuckworn torn and the boy's sqeaky clean jeans, Paul commanded all the eating out his new whore could partake of shouting, "that's right you whore keep sucking out your real daddy's hole." And while torching on a fully loaded pipe, "your weed wont make you work and perform like this will," demanding his boy take steady long deep hits off the swirling clouds ever gathering in the pipe. Feeling the tingle of his body's first ever ice intrusion, as his real dad instructing him to blow billowing milky white clouds covering both of their skulls, Scotty became hornier than he ever thought possible, wanting to fuck Daddy Paul, but instead subjected to the constant thrusts of his real daddy's unreal cock pounding his sqreaky tight inexperienced boycunt. Taking more deeper and deeper sucks holding them in longer and longer, Boywhore Scotty saw other dirty men gathering above passing pipe and blowing cloud and would soon feel more cocks hammering and unloading into, opening and molding the latest Boycunt of the Riverfront, and wiyh his Real Daddy's unreally big cock opening and unloading into his throat's frontcunt, hearing him moaning, "fuck yeh boy, you cheap shard stealing whore, swallow dad's dirty seed, ALL of iT, " Scotty was on his way, first from daddy's masterbed grouptossed into daddys sling, soon to feel his firsy sloppy hole, all before debuting at the picnic tables on the rivetfront at midnight! Fuk Yeah! End of Part 2

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

PART NINE I came to in an unfamiliar bed in a huge bedroom and could faintly hear a lot of yelling coming from an apartment building over the road. I couldn't see too well but it looked like my sister yelling "Where is he?" at someone that looked like David and him putting his hands on her shoulders, seemingly telling her to calm down. "There's my sleeping beauty!" I heard a familiar voice behind me say and I turned round to see a tall man in his 60's. "You mightn't remember me Josh but I'm Jerome & you're going to be one of the guests of honour at my party tonight." Something about the mention of a party rang a bell, but I couldn't place what. "You must be thirsty after sleeping so long, I'll get you something to drink. Come with me." I followed him out of the bedroom into the biggest luxury apartment I'd ever seen. I was still waking up so it didn't really register that we were both naked. "Apologies, I made you some tea a little while ago so it's been sitting there for a while, it might be a bit warm." I had a mouthful & it tasted pretty rank, but not wanting to refuse his hospitality I continued to drink, a smile spreading across his lips. He gave me a tour of his place so I knew where everything was before the party. By the time we'd got back to the huge living area, I'd finished the tea and I was starting to feel pretty horny again. Jerome sensed this & moved closer to me. "Are you getting horny again my boy?" I tried to agree but could barely speak and just nodded instead. He pulled me in close & we started to make out deeply, his hands caressing my arse. "Such a sweet young faggot, I almost want to keep you for myself..." As he was whispering in my ear, I realised that it was David's friend from the other night! I stroked his cock as we continued to make out. I hadn't noticed how skinny he was last time but he had some similar tatts to David's and that made him look so sexy. All I could think about was getting pounded now so when Jerome asked me to lean over the armrest of one of his big couches, I quickly agreed. He went behind me, pulled my cheeks apart & started expertly eating out my arse which had me totally in heaven & pushing back against his face. I felt him slowly stand up behind me, I knew what was coming next & I couldn't wait for it. His dick felt amazing as he slowly entered me and I groaned in pleasure. "What a beautiful pussy," Jerome kept repeating as he slowly fucked me. I'm not sure how long he'd been fucking me but I heard a mobile ringing. I was too lost in the moment though to care & was just loving this old man inside me, not noticing his voice change to a business-like tone ("Yes....right now in fact!.......Yeah....the one from the Skype call.....hang on......can you see that?.....Yeah, it's beautiful...one of David's..........yeah, chemmed up.....stra....well was!.....Drunk enough of it.........Highest bidder I guess...ok later") "Sorry about that darling, business call.....now where were we? Oh fuck, not long to go now" I could feel him pick up the pace and grip my hips hard so I knew he must be close. Soon after, I could feel my insides filling with cum. "Don't move darling, I've got something extra for that cunt of yours." I could sense Jerome move slightly while still inside me & heard a drawer open while my arse milked his cock. "It's been a while since I've tried this..." I heard him say, and then felt my arse filling quicker once again as he groaned in relief, "Mmmmmm, god it's been so long since I've had a good pissfuck" While I should've been upset, I was so happy I was giving this man what he wanted. He pulled his softening cock out & quickly jammed a plug up my arse. "Goooood boy, we want all of that to stay in you as long as possible." He helped me stand upright again and with my eyes rolled back & my mouth gaped open like I'm sure my arse had been, he pulled me into a long kiss once again. END OF PART NINE

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.

@Outdoorscumplay breeding me a few years ago. I miss his alpha penis.

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

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…

I was 12 too. My best friends brother was in his 20s and caught us watching porn at a sleepover. Later that night he pulled me into his room and put me on my knees. I sucked him off on and for two years. He also took my ass a few times but that’s a story for another time

Is that seriously difficult to figure out what "owning other humans" means? But even if that weren't the case, we still have this ancient human thing going on about "race", when humans are a mix anyway. We seem to be relitigating the Civil War.

of course. same. but what is "gross" about cut is not the actual cock, but the fact that a developed nation would promote institutionalized genital mutilation. unless it's medically necessitated or cosmetically wanted, why are babies being altered against their will?

Love you my man. With or without the pa. I also had a hot hook up with the guy with the lost piercing. He has replaced it by then😁.

My fuzzybutt after getting bred yay 🙌 No condoms, no prep, no questions asked. 💕

someone turned you down cuz you're uncut? WTF? i'm like you - cut, uncut - as long as it's clean/no cheese .. any color .. bonus points for big leakers/drippers .. 😆

I Absolutely love speculum. My favorite toy. Only only only only get a Collin speculum to start. A Colin speculum can be manoeuvered and opened using only one hand. With a Colin speculum you only turn a wingnut and it slowly opens. There are other types of speculum to use. But they require both hands to open. You squeeze the handles and they slowly open, and at the same time you have to screw the wing nut to lock them into place. I have seen some people get injured when the guy working the other type of speculum has greasy hands and either the hand squeezing the handles or the hand turning the wing nut slide slides off because of the grease. Here is what I recommend to start. [think before following links] https://www.ebay.com/itm/254735320900?_skw=collin+speculum&itmmeta=01JMZPJVB2HVW3C7J1ER8DQ9SJ&hash=item3b4f688744:g:Il4AAOSw6rxfdatn&itmprp=enc%3AAQAKAAAA8FkggFvd1GGDu0w3yXCmi1e5k1wUunNfeI91Bn2IKNujgHaDwpLjLU5yXOkCdr34E%2FWe6EYGCnMAmwzh2gNH%2FoW81yYceqwQoH8lHmQE3sarErNfi5%2FGAKJ51G9s7iULGkA%2Fwi6NfKp9Q9hQU9Wlfm4%2FbPcLzKFAMwa9D3wil4javP6InXDfmeoMJOEyIL9aEFxRCVE632m3HGKu%2FtSgIqQEodA6l2jRHArsl5Yl1l5jgUzQWJpNKYPA0VLtAfRE5ymc4IyCpD9dhnAX0BYVktm09jGRh0C6B2IvUySthpbX6Ni0BvVpgyqaLfPRuPRBkA%3D%3D|tkp%3ABk9SR9K1y_anZQ The nice thing about having a set of three is that you can always use one at the same time with a buddy. These are also good because they graduate from small to large.

I never will turn down a cock just because it is cut or uncut. I’m not into cheese and want it clean. The only reason I would say that I would prefer an uncut cock is because it gives me something else to play with. I have been turned down by several guys because I am uncut.

Agree with what others have written above. Healing very quick, but takes a little time before you can fuck comfortably. Also is more comfortable with a bigger gauge piercing with time (as said above, I found stretching quite easy); the small gauge piercing can have a bit of a cheese wire effect. Peeing issues depend on if you are wearing it all the time, I find. If you don't wear it, just cover up the extra hole with one finger (like playing the recorder 😄). Think I have written this before, but I had an interesting time getting mine pierced, which was about 15 years ago I think. I was really turned on by the piercer guy's tattoo sleeves and got a hard-on which wouldn't go away even after piercing. This caused it to keep bleeding a bit, so the piercer told me to have a wank to make my cock go soft and stop the bleeding. Just wished he had offered to do it for me! My other fun experience was one night in SOP. A pierced guy fucked me in the dark then was fingering my hole a lot but didn't say why. The following morning the ping when I had a shit let me know that he had lost his piercing ball inside me and it took several hours to come out naturally. That really turned me on too and I have subsequently told the guy and he was amused too.

Part 2 Anonymous kept his cock, still hard, in my hole as he kept on texting. I was moving my ass and moaning a little begging for more cum. Bad move! "Keep your ass up fag! And stay still" He slapped my ass hard and I moaned even more. But I did as he told. He kept stroking his cock in my... no his cunt, making himself feel good. There was a knock on the door. Anonymous commanded me to stay still. Still blindfolded, all I could hear were muffled voices outside the room I was in. Some chuckles, the words fag and whore were thrown around. I heard the words, just started on meds which made my hole twitch. "Fuck yeah! You goddamn cumdump." The new voice sounded young. He slapped his dick on my hole. "Yes sir, I am a cumdump. Just a useless hole whose only use is for men to stroke their cocks in my hole. I'm only good for making men feel good and taking dicks and storing cum." "Fuck boy, you're making me rock hard with that talk. You sure about this? I just started my meds for syphilis" "Yessir! I take all cocks and loads sir." Anonymous laughed. Told you he was a fucking stupid whore!" 2nd guy inserted his large glans in my velvet puckered hole. I moaned loudly. Oh thank you Sir. As he slid into my guts I could feel my hole stretching. His cock was cone shaped . And oh god, it was long. 10 maybe 11 inches. In my numbed out minds eye, I felt his ever expanding dick pop into my 2nd sphincter. My boy pussy took in his whole toxic rod all the way to the hilt. His pubes brushed my cunt lips and I felt his tight balls on my taint. It felt so fucking right that I instinctively wrapped my legs around his legs. My ass still up and quivering from the invasion into my guts. Then the assault came, full strokes from tip to hilt. He fucked my guts like a piston for a minute. Then He told me to move my legs outta the way. "I'm gonna need to enjoy this for hours I think. 2nd guy stopped fucking me. I heard a tie being strapped on. Then after a moment, he coughed and if anything his already large dick expanded even further. "Oh you fucking dumb whore. I'm gonna rape you hard. Get over to the sofa!" 2nd guy, lifted me, cock still in my guts, like I was a doll to the sofa. That felt really right to me. I was just another tool for men to get off into after all. "Put your legs together fag. I want you tight". Yessir! Then off he went. That cock churned my guts for at least an hour and a half. Anonymous' cum was being curdled into cream and my ass lips were slowly but sure being pulled along with 2nd guys large conical dick. I tried to keep as quiet as possible but every so often my 2nd sphincter would spasm a little. That only made him madder. Get that 2nd hole loose, shut the Fuck up or ill fucking rip your guts up. I did as he told, only whimpering lightly. I must have done good, because he started to swell and I could feel my guts starting to get lubed up. "Oh gawd you fucking whore. Here it comes. He helped out as he shot his first volley of cum. Yeaaaaarghhhh. The cum leaked out of my guts. But he was still hard, the tina extending his pleasure and ejaculations. "Ohhhh .ohhhh you dumb faggot whore. You know my cum is full of syphilis but you still took my cum. Here I go again. He thrusted hard full hilt into my guts, his hard cock shooting a second volley of cum. His cock throbbed 8 times and I could feel my guts fill up with his DNA, his fluids and his bug. He stopped thrusting and I made sure to hold still wanting to make sure not to hurt his precious manhood. Moisturizing and keeping it warm with his cum and my ass juices.

Great start, love the artwork

Introduction: A Forbidden Desire For years, I’ve carried a secret fantasy—a desire so intense, so [banned word], that it has shaped the way I think about intimacy and connection. The idea of being converted, of surrendering completely to a poz top, has consumed my thoughts and ignited a fire deep within me. This isn’t just a passing curiosity or a fleeting fetish. It’s a lifestyle choice, a calling that I’ve felt compelled to answer. Five years ago, I stopped taking PrEP—not out of ignorance, but out of a deliberate decision to embrace the raw reality of what I’ve been longing for. The Thrill of the Chase There’s something electrifying about the chase—the anticipation, the risk, the surrender. Barebacking is more than just physical pleasure; it’s an act of trust, an exchange of power, and an invitation to experience something primal and transformative. I crave the feeling of skin on skin, the heat of raw passion, and the knowledge that every encounter brings me closer to my ultimate goal: conversion. It’s not just about the act itself—it’s about belonging to a brotherhood, becoming part of something bigger than myself. Grindr: The Hunt for My Poz Plumber Grindr has become my hunting ground—a place where fantasies collide with reality. My profile is unapologetically direct: I’m seeking poz tops who are ready to breed me raw and take me to the next level. Every conversation is a potential gateway to fulfillment. Some fizzle out; others spark something deeper. But I’m relentless in my pursuit, driven by the knowledge that somewhere out there is the man who will make my fantasy a reality. The Decision to Stop PrEP Five years ago, I made what some would call a reckless decision—but for me, it was an act of liberation. Stopping PrEP was my way of fully committing to this journey. It wasn’t easy; it required courage and conviction. But every day since then has brought me closer to the life I’ve always dreamed of living. I know the risks—I’ve studied them extensively—but they only fuel my desire further. The thought of being bred raw by a poz top is intoxicating, overwhelming, and impossible to resist. Looking Ahead I won’t stop until I find him—the man who will take me beyond fantasy into reality. Until then, I’ll keep writing about my experiences, sharing my thoughts, and connecting with others who understand what it means to crave conversion. This blog is my confession, my manifesto, and my roadmap to fulfillment. Version Française Introduction : Un Désir Interdit Depuis des années, je porte en moi un fantasme secret—un désir si intense et si tabou qu’il a façonné ma vision de l’intimité et de la connexion humaine. L’idée d’être converti, de me livrer entièrement à un top poz, consume mes pensées et allume un feu profond en moi. Ce n’est pas une simple curiosité passagère ou un fétiche éphémère. C’est un choix de vie, un appel auquel je me sens obligé de répondre. Il y a cinq ans, j’ai arrêté la PrEP—non par ignorance mais par une décision délibérée d’embrasser pleinement la réalité brute de ce que je désire depuis toujours. L’Excitation de la Chasse Il y a quelque chose d’électrisant dans la chasse—l’anticipation, le risque, l’abandon total. Le barebacking est bien plus qu’un plaisir physique ; c’est un acte de confiance, un échange de pouvoir et une invitation à vivre quelque chose de primitif et de transformateur. Je désire ressentir le contact peau contre peau, la chaleur d’une passion brute et la certitude que chaque rencontre me rapproche de mon objectif ultime : la conversion. Ce n’est pas seulement l’acte en lui-même ; c’est l’appartenance à une fraternité, devenir partie intégrante de quelque chose de plus grand que moi. Grindr : À la Recherche de Mon Plombeur Poz Grindr est devenu mon terrain de chasse—un lieu où les fantasmes se heurtent à la réalité. Mon profil est sans détour : je recherche des tops poz prêts à m’ensemencer raw et à faire de mon fantasme une réalité. Chaque conversation est une porte potentielle vers l’accomplissement. Certaines s’éteignent ; d’autres allument quelque chose de plus profond. Mais je suis implacable dans ma quête, porté par la certitude que quelque part existe l’homme qui fera basculer ma vie dans une nouvelle dimension. La Décision d’Arrêter la PrEP Il y a cinq ans, j’ai pris ce que certains qualifieraient de décision imprudente—mais pour moi, c’était un acte de libération. Arrêter la PrEP était ma façon de m’engager pleinement dans cette quête. Ce choix n’a pas été facile ; il demandait du courage et de la conviction. Mais chaque jour depuis m’a rapproché du mode de vie dont j’ai toujours rêvé. Je connais les risques—je les ai étudiés en profondeur—mais ils ne font qu’alimenter davantage mon désir. L’idée d’être ensemencé raw par un top poz est enivrante, bouleversante et irrésistible. Regarder Vers l’Avenir Je ne m’arrêterai pas tant que je ne l’aurai pas trouvé—l’homme qui me fera passer du fantasme à la réalité. En attendant ce jour-là, je continuerai d’écrire sur mes expériences, de partager mes pensées et d’échanger avec ceux qui comprennent ce que signifie désirer la conversion. Ce blog est ma confession, mon manifeste et ma feuille de route vers l’accomplissement.

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

Mike practically screamed and his hole was split open. Stars burst before his eyes. His ass burned. But just for a moment. As quickly as it had come the pain drifted away leaving only the euphoria that only came from being stretched wide by a fat cock. His screams turned to moans, his body relaxing. “Yeah. Fuck yeah boy. Take my fucking cock. That’s it. That’s what you’ve been dreaming about. Isn’t it? You’ve been dreaming about my fat cock in your tight hole. You’ve been dreaming about me splitting you open and filling you with my hot seed. Fuck yeah. I’m going to fucking fill you up boy. My seeds going to be leaking out of you for days.” “Fuck yes! Please Sir! Fill me up!” Sir slammed his cock in and out of Mike’s hole. They were both sweating. The room already stunk of musk and sex. Mike’s body was shaking under Sir’s intense pounding. There would be no going back for the boy now, Sir knew. He’d admitted to himself what he wanted, what’s more he’d given into that want and he’d never be able to ignore that. He’d probably feel guilty, or embarrassed for a couple of days but that would soon be replaced by horny desperation. Then he’d be back, begging Sir for another load, and when he did Mike would be fully under Sir’s control. Mike held his legs under the knees, keeping them pressed tight to his chest. His breath was ragged, as it was forced out of his with each powerful thrust from Sir’s cock. He felt his hole opening up as Sir kept up his blistering pace. All resistance had gone out of his body. He’d been taken over by the pleasure of his fantasies coming true. Sir grinned at the boy’s slack jaw and whimpering sounds. “Fuck you’ve got a sweet hole boy. Its going to be so fun to ruin. Fuck. Its going to be so fun to turn your tight college hole into a fucking cumdump pussy. Fuck yes!” “Ruin me Sir! Please! Make me your cumdump. Make me your sub! Make me your fag boy.” “Oh sweet boy. Sweet sweet Good Boy. You’re already my fag boy. You were my fag boy when you came smelling my load in your briefs. You were my sub when you got naked for me just because I told you to. You were my sub when you swallowed my piss down without question.” “Fuck Sir!” “Now you’ve admitted it there’s no going back. You’re my fucking sub faggot.” “Fuck!” “What are you boy?” “I’m your faggot sub Sir! I’m your boy!” “That’s right! And once my loads in your hole you’ll be my cumdump.” “Fuck yes Sir! I want to be your cumdump!” “You want to feel my load leaking out of you?” “Yes Sir!” “You want to feel me drip out of your hole while you’re sitting in class like a fucking slut?” “Yes Sir! Make me your slut!” “Yeah. You’re a slut for raw cock aren’t you? You love being filled with cum!” “Fuck yes Sir! I love it. I loved having your load inside me so much! I loved feeling it leak out of me!” “Yeah fucking faggot! That’s it. Sexy little slut. Your hole looks so good stretched around my cock. Fuck yeah. Your hole’s clinging to the sides of my cock. Can you feel that? Can you feel me pulling your hole out with me? Opening you up?” “Holy shit Sir! It feels so good! Your cock is so fucking thick! Its so good. God, I love your raw cock. I love it deep inside me! Fuck yes! Stretch me out Sir! Fuck! This is even better than last time!” “That’s because you know what to expect boy. You’re not shocked. You’re ready for it. You’ve given yourself up to your cock lust once before, so now its easier to let go and just enjoy it. Next time it will be even easier. The time after that you probably won’t even question how good it feels. You just give in. You just give me this warm wet hole and let me fuck it till it’s a gaping cum filled pussy.” “Fuck! Yes! Sir! Fuck my hole till it’s a cummy pussy! Fucking breed me Sir!” Sir grabbed Mike’s legs and held them apart hammering his cock down into the boys hole. Mike’s eyes rolled backwards. The feelings were overwhelming. His hole had become the center of his universe. His cock lay, still only half hard, against his stomach streaming precum into his trail. That didn’t matter. It was all about his hole and how good Sir’s cock felt pounding into it. Drops of sweat fell for Sir’s face onto Mike’s chest. The room felt hot and stuffy. The air was permeated with the hot smells of rutting men. “Good boy. Take my dick. Take it deep. That’s it. Open up for me. Open that hole. You feel that? I’m past your second hole. Your body remembers. Your body knows how to take my dick now. Your body wants to give itself to me. That’s because your hole was made to be bred.” “Fuck yes! Make me your cumdump Sir! My hole needs to be fucked! I need your raw cock! I need it! I fucking dreamed about you breeding me! I need this!” “Yes you do boy! You’re a fucking faggot! A sub boy! A bottom pig! You need to be filled with cock. You need raw dick. You body craves it! You need it! You need my cock! Fuck yes!” Sir was panting now, his strokes becoming animalistic and erratic. Mike knew what was coming. Sir sneered at him, his face contorted with the effort of not cumming. He couldn’t hold it back though. Mike’s warm hole was too much for him. With a roar he slammed his cock into Mike and started to cum. Thick hot ropes of cum pumped into Mike’s guts as Sir’s balls contracted. Mike closed his eyes savoring the warmth that spread through him.

Mike coughed and spluttered, gasping for air, when Sir finally took his cock out of the boy’s throat. His eyes were red and watery, his entire face was covered in spit. Sweat covered his chest, and his stomach was covered in his own precum. Sir grinned. He’d managed in just under an hour to make this innocent college jock look like well-used faggot cocksucker. Looks were deceiving though, they boy maybe covered in sweat and spit with a sloppy grin on his face, but in his mind, he was still a good wholesome boy. If Sir was to really have fun with him he’d have to break him of that. He wondered, looking down at Mike’s cute smiling face, if he could. Could he break this boy? Could he take him from being basically a virgin to a real bottom boy? Could he make him into a cumdump? How far could he push this boy? “Fuck boy,” he said, in a low growl, “You might just be a natural born cock sucker. You took that so well.” “Thank you, Sir,” Mike gasped. He still hadn’t quite caught his breath. “Flip over, and spin around. I think it’s time for you to show me that tight college boy hole.” Mike’s heart thudded in his chest. He’d been so lost in trying to deep throat Sir’s cock he’d forgotten about Sir’s promise to get balls deep inside him before the day was over. He blinked a few times, stealing his nerve. Sir watched the wheels turning in the boy’s head, and gave his cock a little shake. That did it. Mike’s eyes darted to Sir’s spit slicked cock head and he immediately rolled over. He wanted Sir’s cock. He was scared, Sir could tell, but he wanted it all the same. Sir grabbed Mike by the hips and pulled hip up so his chest was pressed into he mattress and his ass was sticking up in the air. “Fuck,” Sir growled getting a good look at Mike’s ass for the first time. He gave the jock’s round, bouncy, furry cheek a light slap making the boy jump. “Fuck you’ve got a nice ass.” “Thank you Sir!” “Anyone ever eaten your hole before boy?” “Only one guy, and just for a second…” “Well then you’re in for a treat,” Sir said. He spread Mike’s cheeks wide with both hands exposing his tight pink pucker. Hair swirled around its perimeter, drawing Sir’s eye to it’s center. He smiled wickedly, licked his lips and dove in. At first, he went slowly, flicking his tongue across Mike’s hole delicately. Mike whimpered at the alien sensation. Then he built up a little pace, dancing his tongue around the edges of the boy’s pucker, sucking occasionally on the flesh. He pushed his tongue hard against the tight sphincter, willing it to open for him. Mike moaned into the mattress. He’d never felt anything like this. The guy who’d eaten him out at school had really just spit on his hole a few times before giving up and getting a condom ready. It was nothing like this. “Oh my God! Oh my God,” he panted over and over again, unable to process what was happening behind him. Sir grunted his approval, never letting up the assault on Mike’s hole. He poked and prodded, dancing his tongue all over. He tickled the boys ring, slowly opening him up. He felt it, little by little Mike’s hole blossomed for him. Under his steady assault it was slowly transforming from the tight and alluring ass of a curious college jock to the warm wet hole of a willing bottom. “That feels so good! Holy Shit! I’ve never… fuck… I’ve never felt anything like that! Oh my god!” Mike arched his back and pushed his ass into Sir’s face, willing his tongue to penetrate him deeper. “I’ve got him,” Sir thought, as he felt Mike push back into him. “He’s getting hungry for it.” “Feels good, doesn’t it boy,” he said out loud, rubbing his finger over the boy’s hole. “Oh my god Sir! It feels so fucking good! Please! Please… don’t stop!” Sir hawked a big wad of spit onto Mike’s hole and rubbed it in with his finger. He pushed at the center of Mike’s pucker feeling the weakened resistance. He pushed harder. Mike moaned. He spat onto the boy’s hole again, rubbing his finder back and forth. Mike’s hole was failing, little by little it was giving up the fight against Sir’s invading digit. “Oh please Sir! Please!” Mike begged. Sir sucked on his finger, getting its full length slick. He spat once more onto Mike’s hole and then slid his finger into the jock’s barely open hole. Mike gasped. He tried to pull away but Sir held him in place with his other hand. “No, no boy, stay right there. That’s it. Stay right there. I’m going to open you up nice and slow. No need to panic. That’s it, take a deep breath. Very good. Any time you feel pressure, or like its too much take a deep breath, hold it for a moment and then let it out. All the tension in your body will just drift away. Drift away and you’ll open up for me.” Sir slowly took his finger out of Mike’s hole as he talked, and then just as slowly pushed it back in. “That’s it, open up for me. Good boy.” Mike groaned. He loved hearing Sir call him a good boy. It sent electric shivers through him every time he heard it. He didn’t understand why but he wanted this man’s approval, and the longer he spent with him the more desperate he became for it. “Please Sir! Open me up!” “Good boy. Good boy. That’s it. Feel that? Feel how easy that’s getting. That’s your hole blossoming for me. Its opening up. It wants to be opened up.” “Fuck! Please!” Sir spat onto Mike’s hole again, bringing a second finger against his hole. He pushed. There was a moment of resistance. Sir watched Mike’s back rise and fall as he let out a deep breath, and felt the boy’s hole open. He slid a second finger into his hole. He twisted and pulled them, working the sides of Mike’s sphincter till it felt more relaxed around the base of his fingers. Then he added more spit and added a finger from the other hand too. The boy was shaking when Sir managed to get two fingers from each hand inside him. He felt like he was being stretched wide, but he liked it. He liked feeling each of Sir’s fingers slide inside him. He liked the sense of achievement he got as each one finally breached his sphincter. It was like working out, each finger added was like finally going up a weight on a machine. The achievement sent endorphins coursing through him. He loved the feeling of accomplishment almost as much as he loved the physical sensation of having his hole spread wide. “Good boy. Fuck! Look at this pretty fucking hole. Stretched wide around my four fingers. Feel that boy? Your tight little hole’s being spread wide around my fingers.” “It feels so fucking good Sir! Holy shit! Holy Shit! Holy fucking shit!” “You like that boy don’t you boy? You like being spread wide by my fingers.” “Yes Sir!” “Good boy, but if you think my fingers feel good… imagine how good my cock will feel. Sliding in and out of you, opening up your hole, stretching you out…” “Fuck!” “You want it, don’t you boy. You want to feel my big fucking daddy cock inside your tight little hole. You want to be stretched around my shaft. Don’t you.” “Yes…” Mike panted. “Yes what?” “Yes Sir…” “That’s the right answer most of the time… but this time… this time you have to say it. If you want my cock inside your hole. If you want to feel me stretching you out you have to say it.” “Fuck…” Mike was breathless, his heart was pounding. He ground his ass back on Sir’s fingers, though for a second and said, “Please! Sir, I want you inside me! I want you to open me up! Stretch me out! Please Sir!” “Good boy, flip over on your back. You’re going to watch me open you up for the first time.” Sir gently slipped his fingers from Mike’s hole, and the boy flipped over on the bed. Almost instinctually Mike pulled his knees up to his chest, exposing his hole once more to Sir. Sir grinned. He stepped up to the edge of the bed getting between Mike’s legs. He rubbed his cock on the boy’s hole, and then brought his hand to his mouth. He lobbed a big wad of spit into his palm. He smeared it all over his cock, wiping the excess on Mike’s quivering hole. “Remember boy, deep breath and all the tension melts away. I’m about to open this hole up wide.” He pressed his cock head against Mike’s hole feeling the resistance. “Wait… Sir… aren’t,” Mike faltered, “aren’t you going to use a condom?” “I never do… besides your hole’s so tight that a condom would just break. No. If you want this cock you’re gonna take it raw.” He pushed again, making Mike squirm but refraining from entraining him yet. Mike moaned. Sir’s cock teased his hole. He wanted it. Now that he was this close he couldn’t not. He wanted to be stretched around its wide shaft. He wanted to know what it was like. He wanted to make Sir happy. He swallowed hard. “Please Sir… fuck me raw.” “Good boy.” Sir spat one more time onto his shaft and leaned over Mike’s prone body. He pushed forward, a slow steady pressure, and Mike’s hole gave way.

Chapter 2: Father John We met Father John a few days after our arrival in the new city. We settled into a bed & breakfast that was draining our last savings, we were alone, and we didn't know what to do. Despite our sexuality, we had always been very religious, so it was natural for us to seek comfort and concrete help in the only Catholic church in the area. We went to Mass one Sunday morning, and to our surprise, we noticed that there weren't many people. As soon as we crossed the threshold, we felt the gaze of the few faithful all on us. It was no wonder, two strangers in such a confined environment stand out immediately. We tried to keep a low profile and sat in the back pew. It was incredible how they continued to stare at us unabashedly, especially the men: the few women were next to what I believe were their husbands or fathers, keeping their heads down. The men, however, stared at us intently, some with curiosity, others with amazement, still others with disdain, to the point where I thought they had immediately realized that Paul and I were together. I felt uncomfortable, as if we had crashed a secret club that didn't want us there. I tried to hold their inquisitive gaze, and then I noticed something that sent shivers down my spine: the men all seemed like they were veterans of a war or a rave party, they were pale, with sunken faces, glossy eyes, so much so that at first I thought I was at a funeral. They all seemed old, even though some were not. Fortunately, the staring contest was interrupted by the sound of a bell, and we all stood up for the arrival of the priest. The singing began, and the altar boys came out from a door with the priest following. Even the altar boys seemed strange, they were adults, or so it seemed to me, and they too had a sad and emaciated appearance. They seemed to drag themselves wearily to the altar. The priest, on the other hand, was in great shape, a handsome man in his 60s, taller than Paul, broad-shouldered, I couldn't see much of his body because the robe covered him, but you could tell he was muscular. He had cold, blue eyes, perfectly combed white hair with a part on the side, and he sang too, smiling. He passed us by and immediately noticed us. At that moment, he stopped singing, gave me a quick glance, and then moved on to Paul. He smiled at him, showing his very white teeth, and motioned for us to sit further forward, then went toward the altar. Paul stood up immediately and obeyed, I followed reluctantly, preferring to stay secluded. I took his hand, but he moved it away nervously. Given the reception of the faithful, it was indeed better not to attract too much attention. Once seated, the priest began his homily. He was very emphatic, knew how to modulate his voice well, he seemed like a soap opera actor, or one of those motivational speakers who make you quit your job and invest everything in cryptocurrency. In short, he didn't make a good impression on me. And yet you could see that everyone hung on his words, finally the men and the few women present seemed happy to be there. I whispered to Paul, "Certainly it's different here..." "What do you mean?" "Have you looked around? These people seem like they stepped out of a Tim Burton movie!" Paul stifled a laugh. "True! But if we're so few, we can't make enemies. This is our new community, they might lend us a hand." "Yeah, probably if you ask them for a hand they'll tear it off their arm." "What an idiot! And stop making me laugh, the priest is speaking." Father John glared at us, then melted into a smile as charming as it was unsettling. From the pulpit, he began his reading: "From Matthew 16:21-27 From that time on Jesus began to explain to his disciples that he must go to Jerusalem and suffer many things at the hands of the elders, the chief priests and the teachers of the law, and that he must be k1lled and on the third day be raised to life. Then Jesus said to his disciples, “Whoever wants to be my disciple must deny themselves and take up their cross and follow me. For whoever wants to save their life will lose it, but whoever loses their life for me will find it. What good will it be for someone to gain the whole world, yet forfeit their soul? Or what can anyone give in exchange for their soul? For the Son of Man is going to come in his Father’s glory with his angels, and then he will reward each person according to what they have done.” Upon hearing those words, and the way Father John pronounced them, slowly, with his warm and deep voice, I understood why everyone looked at him with such admiration: he was very charismatic, I couldn't stop looking at him either, yet there was something false about him. "Paul, this is the moment when – " “Jesus predicts his death,” Paul replied, moved, still gazing at Father John.

PART EIGHT I woke up again with an incredibly sore head and an even worse pain in the arse with an awful lot of cum on the sheets and a little bit of blood too. Worse still, I had no idea what I'd been up to the night before - I guess David must've fucked me again. Something in my head was saying that another guy had been around too but that can't have been coz we were in isolation. I staggered out of the bedroom, it must've been around lunchtime coz the sun was well & truly out. David was making himself a coffee and turned around & smiled, "Well, how's my favourite little faggot going today? Nice of you to finally get up!" His sunny disposition was cute, but it only made me feel worse. "I feel terrible, like a truck hit me from all sides.." I groaned. "Did we have a big session last night or something?" "LAST night?!?!" he laughed, "Sleeping beauty, you've been asleep for over a day! I just checked into make sure you were alright but you were dead to the world. You really don't know what happened before you passed out?" He asked with a smirk. Fucking hell, what happened?!?! I barely even knew what day it was. I had to get in touch with Kate to let her know I was OK. "David, do you know where my phone is?" "Haven't the foggiest, it wasn't in your pants was it? It'll be around somewhere, anyway I've got an important Zoom meeting in 5 minutes that I've got to go to the study for. See you in a bit." Fuck, just what I needed. Actually what I needed was a coffee, but David's machine was one that I had no hope in hell of operating. I opened the fridge hoping there'd me a Coke or similar to drink but it didn't look like David had any time for that. I did see a jug of that tea from the other day, which even though it tasted & smelled terrible did make me feel good so I grabbed the jug & a glass and made my way to the balcony. Although it tasted terrible, by about halfway through my first glass I started feeling good again, between that & the sun on my naked body, it was an instant pick me up! Looking at myself, I did look like I'd lost a bit of weight but I was really tanned, and tanned all over. I couldn't really remember having eaten anything the past couple of days, but I did feel great & that's what counted. It was funny, I was starting to feel really horny again, like REALLY horny. I'm not sure what it was about staying at David's place but I could barely contain myself. It was then a naughty idea came into my head, what if I gave David a distraction during his meeting? I could hear his sexy voice coming from the study and leaving the jug & glass at the door, walked in bare-arse naked. David's laptop faced away from the door so there was no danger of me being seen, but I was so horny I didn't really care. David's eyes bugged out of his head when he saw me come in so I knew he must've been excited. Invisible to the camera and the others in the meeting, I slid under his desk and slowly unbuckled his pants, pulling them & his briefs down. I'd just taken his cock in my mouth when I heard him say, "Look everyone, I've just got to use the bathroom...back in 5." "5 minutes?!?! I'd thought we'd take longer...." "What the fuck are you doing? These are very important people...it's a work day!!" "But I thought..." "You're too fucking dumb to think! Here, if you're so horny take this tablet & go to the bedroom & watch Pornhub or something..." I was a bit surprised to hear him take that tone, and walked out of the room disappointed & still so horny. I crashed on the bed and thought it was probably best to watch some Pornhub & jack off, hopefully it'd make me feel better. As I put my glass & jug down, I could see a bottle of poppers on the bedside table and tried to find some good videos with poppers in them. The search bar automatically filled out "poppers trainer" and I found a bunch of hot vids, clicking on one with gangbangs. I was so high & horny after watching half a dozen or so, I needed to find something to put in my arse. My fingers weren't doing the trick. Rummaging through the side table, I found the mother lode. It was a massive dildo with some lube as well! As I was getting my arse & the dildo ready, a little Skype icon popped up for a video call. Some guy called Jerome was wanting to talk to David. "Hello?" I answered, trying to seem as composed as possible. "Who's that I'm speaking to, that's not David. I know his chest anywhere!" I lifted the tablet to my face, "No no...he's in a meeting I think..." "Ah..you're his new friend!" I guess word must've gotten out about me. "I also know that look....were you in the middle of something?" "Yeah...kinda" if I had any inhibitions now I'd have blushed. "Well don't let me keep you, please continue. Show me what you were getting up to!" There was something about his voice that was so reassuring & familiar, plus I was so horny I wanted to give him a real show! Laying on the edge of the bed, I spread my legs wide, aiming my hole directly at the tablet. ("Mmmmm...what a divine pussy") and I slowly started to ease the massive dildo in. ("I bet you won't be able to take all of it...") I wanted to show this guy what a good slut I was & before long I was totally filled. ("What a pleasant surprise....I've asked some friends to join the call....I hope you don't mind") "The more the merrier!" I moaned and started fucking myself hard with the dildo. I could hear the "dings" as other people joined the call, they all sounded roughly the same age as the first guy but I loved hearing them moan as I fucked myself. I started showing them different angles too as I worked it in & out of me. ("He'll be just perfect...." "Best we'll have had for a long time...") Guys kept joining & then dropping out after they came, I didn't really care, I was in my own heaven anyway moaning "Yes" to anything they said! I lost track of how long we'd been doing it for but it just ended up just Jerome & me. I was close & when he whispered, "What a beautiful whore you'll make" that was enough for me & I shot all over myself. I think that made him cum too coz he let out a huge groan & hung up shortly after. I passed out pretty much straight away, my cum over my chest & the dildo deep in my arse. END OF PART EIGHT

PART THREE Rubbing his dick, I loved the feel of the piercing in my hand & couldn't wait to know what it felt inside me. As though he could read my mind, David said "Suck these two fingers for me boy" and pushed them into my mouth. I got them nice & wet and I lifted my top leg up as he pushed them into my arse. I mustn't have been ready as it really hurt inside me and as he got me to suck them again, there was some blood on his fingers that must've been left over from last night. Second time was definitely the charm and I groaned as his fingers went deep in me, it felt so good. Not as good as his cock but still amazing. I could feel the pre-cum developing on the head of his dick when my phone started beeping. I quickly moved off the lounge we were sharing to check the message and heard David mumble under his breath "Talk about a fucking buzzkill" as he stormed off inside. I quickly saw that it was a message from Kate saying she couldn't really talk today coz she was too hungover but she'd call tomorrow. It didn't worry me too much, I wanted to catch up to David and make it right. I drank the rest of the mixture down and went inside to find him. I could hear him in the bathroom pissing so followed the sound. "I'm really sorry David, I wasn't sure how important the message would be....I'm sorry, I know you're horny and I'm so fucking horny for you too." "You're really horny for me are you?" he asked, looking over his shoulder. "Then prove it, you never sucked my cock last night. I want you to do it now." He turned towards me, his cock now about 3/4 erect, the cockhead & piercing still glistening with some of his piss. Without a second's hesitation, I took his dick in my mouth and started sucking him. The taste of the piss didn't worry me too much as I tried to negotiate his piercing, I was so horny now I wanted as much of his cock in my mouth as possible before I got him inside my arse. I'd not noticed the tattoo above his cock last night, afterwards I must ask him about it. I got more on all fours and he was able to get two fingers back inside me again. "God you're such a good little slut for your Daddy aren't you?" he said. I smiled up at him and went back to sucking him off. "You wanna show me how much of a slut you are?" I nodded. "Let's go back out to the balcony then." He grabbed the jug which seemed to have about a glassful left, "Open wide" I did as he asked and he poured some of it down my throat but must've been getting too excited as he was pouring it over my head & hair as well. I was laughing as he did it coz it felt soo good. "You wanna show everyone how much you need your Daddy's cock? Lean over the railing for me" I was a little worried, not that people would be able to see from that vantage point, but that I was feeling pretty unsteady on my feet, anything for David though! I grabbed the railing and leant over while David took 4 big sniffs from the bottle. "Young arse in the sunshine, is there anything better?" he said as he passed me the bottle and I took my hits. "There sure is...being fucked in the sun by a hot cock!" I giggled as he pulled my cheeks apart and drove his tongue into my arsehole. It was then I realised how great it must feel for Kate to have her pussy eaten coz I was in absolute heaven having mine! I could feel my hole opening up for him & I knew it wouldn't be long before his beautiful dick inside me. I could feel the metal against my hole as he stood up behind me, one hand on my hip and he slowly started to guide his dick into my empty, horny hole. The piercing felt different inside me, I could feel it scraping the inside of my pussy wall as he slowly went deeper and it felt so good. "If it didn't happen last night, it definitely will now!" he said. I knew what he meant, if I didn't know I was 100% his bottom after last night, I'd know for sure now. He started really pounding me from behind, it felt so good to be in the sun with his heavy balls slapping against my arse. There were probably people that could see what we were doing and I stank to high hell but I didn't care, I wanted to prove to David what a great slut I was. "Here you go slut, you're gonna get another one of my loads deep in your arse. You ready?" It was funny that he'd never wanted to cum anywhere else that we'd fucked (that I could remember) but up my arse. It didn't worry me though, it meant he was a part of me and I loved that so much. He held my hips hard as he came inside me and I could feel the piercing scraping against my pussy walls as he pulled out. He asked me to turn round & clean his dick and I knelt down in front of him smiling as I licked his cock clean, no shit thankfully but I couldn't remember having anything to eat for a while though so I guess that was why! I noticed a little bit of blood again but that was just due to us fucking so hard and me still being inexperienced. I'm sure there'll be less of it once I'm fully converted like he says I'm going to be! END OF PART THREE

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.

Characters Josh--6 ft, 180 lbs, student, all around athlete (swimming, football, gymnastics) , tight body, bubble butt, 8' cock, long black straight hair that hangs over his bright green eyes and the biggest tooth paste grin this side of the Mississippi. The girls just love him and the guys want to be him. He is super straight. Mr. Jaxx-- 6'2", 210 lbs, early 40's, teacher, big muscular build ( extensive weight training), short light brown crew cut, blue piercing eyes that look right through you, and a permanent scowl/smirk that intimidates both the girls and the guys. Wild rumors abound about Mr. Jaxx, everything from being a former porn star with a giant 10 inch cock, to being known to hold students against their will and subject them to all types of unconventional experiments after school hours. His sexuality is unknown and questionable. Some complaints filed by parents in the past and then mysteriously withdrawn. Josh is a transfer student and is late for his first day of school. He finally finishes completing all the necessary paperwork in the main office and is handed his weekly schedule of classes. The first class of the day is Health and Sex Education with Mr. Jaxx. After scouring the halls for the classroom, he rushes in just as the bell rings and class ends. Mr. Jaxx gives a stern quizzical look and asks who Josh is and what does he want? Now quite red faced and almost stammering the boy explains that he is a new student and apologizes for being late to class. He simply got lost trying to find the room. Mr. Jaxx, arches his eyebrow, gives a cold condescending stare to the boy, looks him up and down and in a dismissive tone says to Josh that he does not tolerate lateness and now Josh has detention and must make up the class. Because the school will be closing at the end of the day for a Teacher's Workshop, Mr. Jaxx gives Josh a piece of paper with an address and tells him to be there at 7pm sharp. When Josh arrives at the address he is surprised to find it is in a very sketchy part of town and looks more like an abandoned warehouse than an apartment building. He rings Buzzer 2D, as written on the paper, and gains entry into the building. He knocks on the steel metal door and Mr. Jaxx opens the door wearing white baggy shorts and a black tank top. He tells Josh to come in and have a seat on the well worn thread bare sofa. He offers him something to drink and not wanting to be rude Josh says sure. Mr. Jaxx hands him a glass of juice, unbeknownst to Josh it is laced with a generous amount of G. He tells Josh they will have to improvise since they are not in the classroom and Mr. Jaxx does not have access to his teaching tools. He says he likes to begin his Health and Sex Education class by teaching the negative effects of drug abuse, particularly how it can affect decisions involving sex. He starts by showing Josh a short film which is in essence a gay porn film where the hot guys are smoking meth and after slamming, rip their clothes off and begin having animalistic sex. By now the G is starting to take effect and Josh is feeling very light headed and warm and getting slightly aroused for some strange reason. His head is spinning. He is wondering what is happening to him. Mr. Jaxx stops the film and hands Josh a blue pill and glass of juice and tells him to swallow it. With some confusion he does as he is told and then Mr. Jaxx snaps at him as says, " Lesson #1, how stupid are you? Never take a pill from a stranger. Fortunately I just gave you candy but in another setting this could be dangerous." The teacher then produces a glass pipe and a lighter. He hands the pipe to Josh, lights it and tells him to inhale when he's told to and hold it until he's told to breathe out. Josh hesitates and appears baffled but Mr. Jaxx assures him it's okay and to do what he is told, he's the student and Mr. Jaxx is the teacher. The first hit is a mild one and Mr. Jaxx explains how pure white smoke in a clear glass pipe can seem completely harmless. He has Josh repeat the procedure 5 more times, each time making him inhale more and hold it longer. The G, viagra and now the t is taking the desired effect and Josh is feeling very strange, very horny and quite unsure what is happening to him, it feels sort of good but at the same time feels very wrong if that makes any sense. Mr. Jaxx then says the next step is a lesson on what to do if you come across someone who has overdosed. He explains and demonstrates how to tie a tourniquet on the person's arm and then says you inject him with the Narcissan drug to save his life. He tells Josh in this case, they will only be using water, although any clear liquid will do and the person (err victim) will cough and that is normal. He injects Josh with a mega dose. Mr. Jaxx says it's now time to discuss anatomy and safe sex. He says since he doesn't have the classroom mannequins sp Josh will need to play the role of the dummy, err mannequin. Mr. Jaxx instructs Josh to strip and get naked. The slam pushed him over the edge between the clouds, viagra and the g he is putty in Mr. Jaxx's hands. The teacher discusses the various human body parts, such as the penis, vagina and the ass and the correct way to have intercourse. He proceeds to lube Josh's hole and shoves several fingers up his ass. The boy moans and clamps down on the fingers and lets out an audible ''no' when the teacher removes them . Mr. Jaxx asks Josh if he is gay or straight and in a loud almost defiant tone Josh says 'I'm 100 % straight. Mr. Jaxx just sneers to himself and nods. Next he says there are tests to determine whether a person is gay or straight. If you are a man you either place your penis in the vagina or the asshole. He says since Josh doesn't have a vagina he will demonstrate using Jack's hole. He says always wear protection unless you are married and want to have children. The teacher then says there are certain things you should not do and he will go down the list. First, never put a penis in your mouth. It can be quite unhealthy. As he says this he shoves his penis into Josh's mouth and tells him to start sucking it. He slaps him very hard on the side of his head and says 'no teeth'! Second, he withdraws his cock from Josh's mouth and says 'never' fuck bareback, it can be dangerous and you can get Aids and as he tells him he shoves his raw dick into Josh's well lubed hole. Third, he tells him never ever go to a stranger's apartment as you never know what can happen. He proceeds to rape Josh mercilessly depositing loads and loads of cum up his once negative and now ravaged hole. Fourth and finally he tells Josh that the whole episode is being filmed and that if the boy tells anyone he willl release the tape on the internet and send copies to his parents and other teachers. He tells Josh that he is going to be Mr. Jaxx's new private whore and anytime he wants his ass he is going to take it. He also is going to be sharing it with others and making some money off his ass. Josh has been taught a valuable lesson from his new teacher. Never be late to class again! Reply ,

I'm usually on PrEp, but for the last year I've been traveling through Asia. After 3 months my PrEp supply ran out. I decided to continue fucking bare anyways. I came back home just recently and got a full STI screening and got back on PrEp. The only STI I got was chlamydia. Still HIV negative. Something I realized that a lot of the pleasure of barebacking is mental. When I was off PrEp, having raw sex with strangers felt more pleasurous and exciting. It's hard to describe, but sex haven't felt that good since I was a teenager. Some guys would ask if I was on PrEP (especially in Thailand), and I'd lie and say yes. Some even asked me to show them proof and I showed them my empty Truvada bottles. I estimate I must have barebacked around 300 different guys. And I believe only in Thailand and Vietnam PrEp is easily available. Thus, most of the guys I fucked were not on PrEp either. It was like old-school sex: two strangers exchanging fluids without any protection. I must highlight Japan regarding sex. Japan is a paradise for raw sex. The country is full of small cruise sex clubs and cruising spots all over the place. Japanese guys never wear or ask for condom (i.e., Korean and Taiwanese would always ask for my status before agreeing to raw sex). It is like if Japan is still in the 70s regarding sex culture and HIV and STI didn't exist.

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

Last time at bathhouse, I was fucked by a guy on fuck bench, after another guy came inside me. He fucked my ass raw then asked me to suck his cock. Then he repeated same routine for 7, 8 times. He also asked me to call him daddy when he was fucking me. I did everything he asked me to do. Too bad he was not very hard and big.

I was diagnosed with advanced HIV infection in 2017 but I had great insurance until 2019 so I originally only paid a deductible. After going on disability my medical costs are covered by Medicare, with deductibles and all other medical costs covered by the Ryan White foundation

Same here. I'm hoping I'll eventually find a friendly dom who wants to take me and whore me out at one

Me too. He filmed but I think it was broadcast on zoom rather than being recorded. Damn I want a rematch

I was at the Rochester spa in a really cute guys room making out, sucking each other off when he said he had to take a piss and he'd be right back. I immediately said that I would take his piss. I had never done that before but always wanted too and now I had the perfect opportunity. I took his hard dick in my mouth and he began to piss. I started swallowing madly and surprisingly not much spilled out. When he was down to a trickle I stopped swallowing and saved enough to kiss it back to him. He gladly swallowed what I gave him. I went back to suck his dick, tasting the remnants of his urine, got him hard and then climbed on his hard dick. He rolled me on my back, legs up and went balls deep as he fucked me and kissed me. I could still taste the piss in his mouth. Soon he started unloading his cum in me. It was so hot to have taken all his fluids. Semen, urine and saliva.

I have had a PA for 25 years. It was fun getting pierced in front of a crowd at IML. That being said, it was not the best thing I ever did. It is difficult to piss and not drip or spray all over. (Light colored trousers show spots easily) . It is easier to sit and piss which is not always a good situation in a public restroom.

Mike lay on his bed naked and sweaty staring up at the ceiling. He’s said he wouldn’t go back on the app. He’d sworn it to himself. He’d said he wouldn’t talk to Sir again, let alone go over to his house. He’d told himself it had to be a one-time mistake. But that hadn’t been possible. It had felt like a compulsion, a choice that was completely out of his hands. Now, after spending almost two hours at Sir’s house he was once more full of Sir’s seed and wracked with guilt. As he thought about it though, maybe he didn’t really feel that guilty. He couldn’t do it again, obviously. There were just too many risks involved with unprotected sex. It just wasn’t what guys like him did. Guys like him… he thought about that phrase for a second trying to square the image he had always had of himself with the memory of begging Sir to breed him. Did nice college boys do that? Was that something that a nice college boy could do? Could he really call it a fluke? Sure, he’d been caught up in the moment, but he’d also meant what he said. He really had been dreaming about Sir’s cock, about how good it had felt to take his load. He really had jerked off with briefs soaked in Sir’s load over his nose. He’d loved how slutty it had all made him feel. “I loved having your load inside me so much! I loved feeling it leak out of me! … Make me your cumdump Sir! My hole needs to be fucked! I need your raw cock! I need it! … I’m your faggot sub Sir! I’m your boy! … ! I want to be your cumdump! … Fuck my hole till it’s a cummy pussy! Fucking breed me Sir!” He’d said that. He’d said all those words and he’d meant every one of them. Unconsciously Mike’s hand drifted down his body. It ran over his firm pecs; down his trail mingled with his pubes; teased across the base of his semi hard cock; fondled his sack; and then as he pulled his legs up, rubbed his tender hole. He let out a little moan. His ass felt slick between his cheeks, his hole still sensitive and a little puffy. Deep inside of him sat Sir’s load. He could have tried to push it out as soon as he got home. Get the seed out of his hole. He hadn’t though. He’d stripped off his clothes, and fallen onto his bed. He didn’t rush to the bathroom because in the end, he didn’t want to. He was turned on knowing that his guts were full of another man’s spunk. He was turned on too by the now ever-present risk of that spunk leaking out of him. It made him feel slutty, and though he was still working on admitting it, he liked feeling slutty. It wasn’t until the middle of the next day when Sir’s load finally bubbled out of him. He was at the gym with a few of his friends from the soccer team when suddenly he felt it. His crack felt slick and he felt pressure at his hole. He almost dropped his weights in his hurry to get to the bathroom, and only just made it to the stall before a big glob pushed out of him. He stood panting in the bathroom stall for a second, unsure of what to do. Without thinking through any of the next steps he reached between his cheeks and wiped the cum from his hole with his bare hand. His fingers were now covered in Sir’s load. The load that had been inside him for almost a whole day. He looked at it, paused, and then licked his fingers clean. He did that twice more before finally wiping himself clean, washing his hands and heading back out into the gym. “You alright man you were in there for ages,” his friend said when he came back to the free weights. “Oh yeah… um… I just… I had to shit.” Mike said, suddenly aware that his cock was half hard. Did his breath smell like cum now, he wondered? “Are you done with your work out? We’re all ready to leave,” another of his friends asked. “Yeah! I’m good. Let’s go.” The left in a group. A couple of them showered at the gym but most of them dressed and left intending to shower back at their own apartments. Just as Mike was about to turn off and head back to his please, his thoughts consumed with the load he’d just eaten from his own ass, his friend Brad clapped him on the shoulder. “Hey, do you wanna grab some food? I’m starving.” Brad asked. Mike paused, what he really wanted to do was go home and finger his still cummy hole. “Come one. I haven’t seen you in ages. Lets get an early dinner. We can go over to the dining hall.” “Sure, why not.” Mike, however, was distracted all though dinner. He couldn’t keep his mind off thoughts of lust as he picked out food and followed Brad over to a table in the corner. It was like the only thoughts in his head were about sex. He tried to listen as Brad talked, tried to engage but it was all an act. He wasn’t really present. His attention only really snapped back when he registered Brad saying, “I mean she doesn’t even go down on me any more.” “What?” Mike said, a little too loudly. “Christy, its like she’s lost all interest in me. She won’t let me fuck her, she’ wont go down on me. Nothing. Seriously its been like a month. I’m dying. Jerking off is one thing but once you’ve had a chicks mouth around your…” he broke off, and laughed, “sorry probably too graphic on the straight sex stuff for you. I’m sure you have no problems. When its two dudes I bet sex is easy to come by.” “You’d be surprised,” Mike said, somewhat honestly. “I don’t really get much action at school. Most guys are still figuring themselves out, or are kinda prudes.” He didn’t talk about his sex life with his teammates often. This was almost uncharted territory from him. Not that any of them had ever made him feel uncomfortable for being gay, he’d just always kept to himself a little. It made things easier he thought. “Seriously?” “Yeah seriously.” “Fuck. Somehow, I’d always thought being gay made it easier. Like you’re a good looking guy… I assumed you’d be getting your dick sucked left and right.” Mike laughed. “What makes you think I’m not the one who would be doing the sucking.” He didn’t know why he said it. Maybe it was because he was already so horny. Maybe it was some wall Sir had broken down in him getting him to say he was a sub cumdump faggot pig. The words just tumbled out of them before he could really think. “Shit Mike.” Brad said, blushing a little. “I guess I just never thought… so you… you such other guys?” “Yeah, that’s kinda what being gay means.” “Right…right,” now it was Brad’s turn to laugh. “I should have guessed gay guys would do a lot of 69ing.” “Not that much…” Mike paused and then with a wicked grin said, “Besides I’m much happier on my knees just focusing on a guy’s hard cock.” He had no idea where the boldness came from, but he looked Brad right in the eyes and held his gaze. “You… you just suck them and don’t want them to… to suck you in return,” Brad stammered lightly. “Not necessarily.” “So… If… If someone wanted to just get a…” “Brad… are you asking me to suck you off?” “I’m not gay!” “I never said you were… but it seems like…” “It’s just been a long time… Christy man…” Brad replied quietly. “Right.” “I wasn’t trying to…” “You still got that single room upstairs?” Mike said, his tone low. “Yeah…” Brad’s voice was little more than a whisper. “Then let’s go.” Mike led the way and after a beat Brad followed. They road the elevator in silence up to Brad’s floor and then walked quickly, almost furtively to Brad’s room. Once inside they both stood awkwardly for a moment. Mike’s bravado had faded. The rush of hormones that had led him to the elevator was gone and now he just felt nervous again. His eyes flitted about the room, looking for anywhere but Brad’s face to land. Almost instantly he found his attention drawn to the crotch of Brad’s work out shorts. Even though Brad was silent and standing a little awkwardly his shorts had started to tent. The thought of getting his dick sucked even if it was by a guy after a month of neglect was enough for him to get a little hard. Mike smiled, his cock lust returned. They both wanted this. Mike’s brain toyed with that for a moment. He wanted this. He wanted to suck his friend off with no chance of reciprocation. He just wanted to make this man feel good. There was nothing in it for him… no, that wasn’t true. If he sucked Brad off he’d get to swallow another load. Brad’s load, that was his reward. He stepped forward, and put his hands on Brad’s shoulders steering him towards the bed. “Clothes your eyes, and don’t think about it being me. Just think about how good it feels,” he said in a soft whisper. With that he sat Brad down on the edge of the bed and undid his short. He pulled his teammates shorts off, tossing them aside and then knelt between his knees. He leaned in, smelling the musky scent of Brad’s sweaty boxers. It made his mouth water. Brad’s cock twitched. Despite his trepidations about hooking up with a guy Brad was ready for a good wet blow job. Gently Mike hooked his fingers around the waist of Brad’s boxers and pulled them down. “Fuck,” Mike whispered appreciatively. Hidden away in Brad’s loose-fitting underwear had been a fat, half hard snake. Springing up from unkept pubes, with big overfull balls swinging below, it looked delicious. Mike wasted no time. He took hold of the thickening shaft and licked the salty head. It tasted different from Sir’s but delicious all the same. Brad let out a groan. Mike swallowed his friends cock down in on gulp, feeling it harden in his throat. He bobbed up and down on it making sure to drool lots of spit onto the shaft. He wanted to impress Brad, to do better than any girl who had ever blown him. He wanted this to be the best blow job of Brad’s like. He licked the length of the shaft, flicked his tongue over the slit. He shoved himself forward till he choked. Brad grunted and groaned. The occasional “Fuck. Holy shit,” escaping his mouth. He was panting. His head was tossed back and his eyes closed tight. He couldn’t believe what was happening. How had he gone from telling his gay friend about his troubles with his on again off again girlfriend to getting a blow job from a guy. It felt so good though. There was no pretending it didn’t. Almost involuntarily he put his hand on the back of Mike’s head pushing him into his crotch. Mike just gulped and swallowed more of Brad’s shaft. No girl had ever done that. Fuck! Brad thought. “Holy shit Mike!” Brad panted. “Fuck dude… I don’t… fuck um… Mike… um… holy shit… I’m close. If you don’t… fuck… I’m gonna. Mike… seriously… I’m gonna… holy shit!” Mike grabbed Brad’s hips and held himself in place as his friends began to squirm and buck. He knew what was coming, what Brad was trying to warn him about. He wanted Brad to cum down his throat. “Holy shit I’m gonna cum!” Brad groaned breathlessly. His balls contracted, pressing into Mike’s chin. His cock gave a powerful throb, and the first volley shot into Mike’s hungry mouth. Pump after pump shot out of Brad’s cock. A month’s worth of pent up sexual energy expended down another guy’s throat. His whole body was shaking. Mike swallowed every drop. It was delicious. He loved it. He loved the feeling of Brad’s hard cock pulsing in his mouth. He loved the hot liquid hitting his tongue. He felt sexy and he gulped down his friends load. Now he had at least part of Sir’s load in his hole, and Brad’s load in his stomach. He felt like a slut… and he loved it. Having swallowed every last drop of Brad’s cum Mike wiped his mouth with the back of his hand and sat back on his haunches. Slowly Brad opened his eyes looking a little sheepish. “Fuck… I didn’t think… fuck… sorry I came in your… Jesus. I can’t believe I’m saying this to a guy. Sorry I came in your mouth.” Brad stammered. “Don’t worry about it.” Mike said with a smile. “I loved it. Look, you don’t have to think to hard about it. You were horny cause Christy’s not putting out and I offered to blow you. That doesn’t make you gay. It just makes you a horny guy who wanted to get off.” And it was fucking hot for me, he added mentally. “I’ve got some studying to do. I’ll see you around…and…and if you need another, just let me know.” With that Mike left Brad still naked from the waist down, and went back to his apartment.

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“I knew you’d be back sooner or later,” Sir said opening the door with a smile, “Though, I thought you’d actually take a little longer to come around. I’m impressed boy.” Mike had lay on his sticky sheets paralyzed by his own revelations for another hour. He’d told himself he should get up and shower the evidence of his wet dream away but found himself unable to move. It felt like someone else was guiding his hand when he’d picked up his phone. As if some subconscious decision had been made without his conscious mind being made aware. He immediately opened up the hookup app he told himself he was done with, pulled up Sir’s profile and messaged him. There was no big confession of his lust or anything like that. Just simple pleasantries and then Sir telling Mike to come over in an hour. Almost as if in a dream Mike had gotten dressed, not bothering to shower the dried cum off his body, and went back over to Sir’s house knowing that it meant he was going to get fucked raw again. Sir ushered the boy inside and looked him up and down. He looked a little rough, like he hadn’t been sleeping. He was cracking, Sir thought, he loved getting bred, it turned him on so much but he felt guilty about it in the post nut clarity. But, he couldn’t stop thinking about it. It was eating him up. He wanted it again. So now here he was, more nervous than he had been the first time because he knew what was coming and it scared him how much he wanted it. Sir smiled, this was perfect. He’d had a good feeling about Mike from the beginning of their first meeting. He was pliable, formable, with a natural lilt towards submission. If he pushed the boy just right he’d become one hell of a fag boy. “It’s ok that you’re nervous,” Sir said as he caught Mike around the waist. He pulled him close and planted a firm kiss on the boy’s lips. Mike was stiff for a moment, but his resolve faltered and he melted into Sir’s embrace. That’s it boy, Sir thought, give yourself to me. “We’ll take it slow, we won’t do anything you don’t want. But… I’m guessing that since you’re back… you’re after something special.” Sir grinned at Mike. The boy looked sheepishly up at the older man and nodded. “Go on, it’s ok. Say what you want. Tell me what you need. Be a Good Boy.” There it was, the phrase that had been subconsciously ringing in Mike’s mind for days. Good Boy. He took a deep breath, looked Sir right in the eyes and said, “I want you to breed me again.” “Good boy. You’ve been thinking about my cock since you left haven’t you?” “Yes… Yes Sir. I even…” Mike faltered, but Sir gave him an encouraging smile so he pressed on. “I even dreamed about it. Last night. I had a… I had a wet dream.” “What happened in your wet dream?” “You were fucking me. Over and over. You just kept going. You came inside me over and over again till…” “Till what?” “Till my hole was all loose and cum was dripping out of it.” “And that made you cum in your sleep?” “Yes Sir. The sheets were soaked and I was… I… well… I kinda didn’t think to take a shower. I just came right over, so I still have it all over me.” Mike looked down at the floor embarrassed. What had he been thinking! Sir put his hand under Mike’s chin and tilted his head back up to look him in the eye. “You don’t have to be embarrassed boy. Did it turn you on waking up covered in cum?” “Yes.” Mike said sheepishly. “It turned you on so much you didn’t want to clean it up did you. You didn’t forget. You wanted to be covered in cum.” Mike paused, Sir was right. He’d had every opportunity to clean himself up. He hadn’t wanted to. “Yes… uh… yes Sir.” “That’s right. You like being coved in cum. It’s a turn on. Embrace it. Don’t be embarrassed. Give into what turns you on.” “Yes Sir.” Sir took Mike’s hand and led him back into the bedroom. For a moment Sir considered taking him to the play room, but Mike wasn’t ready for that yet. No. This time he’d need hand holding. He had to relish in how good it felt to give into being a boy. He pulled Mike into another kiss, slipping his hands under the boy’s shirt. There was no resistance this time. Mike let Sir pull his shirt up and over his head, then returned to their kiss. Then Sir pushed undid Mikes pants and dropped them. Instinctively Mike kicked them off to the side. Gingerly Sir slid off the boy’s underpants so that he was completely naked while Sir was fully clothed. It was a power play, a subtle reinforcement of Mike’s place in their dynamic without pushing him too hard. Sir held Mike at arm’s length and grinned. The boy really was covered in dried cum. His thick treasure trail was matted down with it. “You weren’t kidding. That was a big load you blew in your sleep. Was that the only time you came since we last met?” Sir sat down on the edge of the bed leaving Mike standing naked in front of him. Mike felt exposed, but turned on all the same. He was slightly embarrassed to realize the exposure was making him hard. He swallowed, took a deep breath and answered Sir. “No… um… no I jerked off a lot. I jerked off right when I got home actually. I started… I started fingering myself. I could feel your load in me and I got so worked up I came.” “Any other times?” “Well… um… yesterday… your load kinda… um… it came out. I thought, well… anyway it was right before class and my underpants were soaked. I tried to clean it up but I just felt wet and slick all through class which… well… it turned me on. Then when I was almost home it happened again and I… I ended up jerking off with the underpants full of your cum on my face.” “Good Boy. Look down, look at your cock. You’re hard as a rock. It turned you on to tell me that didn’t it? Especially that last one.” “Um… well… Yes Sir. I guess there’s no denying that,” Mike laughed gesturing at his cock sticking straight out, the head already shiny with precum. “You’re learning that you have some piggy tendencies, that’s nothing to be ashamed of. It’s something to be proud of. Something that men will cherish about you. Don’t shy away from that.” Sir took his own pants off revealing an already straining jock. “Come over here boy. On your knees.” Mike rushed forward and got between Sir’s legs. “Go on, get my cock out. You’ve been dreaming of it. You came here for it even though you felt conflicted about that. Get it out and taste it.” Mike’s hands shook a little as he pulled the pouch of Sir’s jock to the side and freed his beast. It somehow looked even bigger than he’d remembered. Bigger and more beautiful. This was the cock that had bred him. The last time he’d sucked it, it has just been a cock he was enamored with. Now, now it was something special. Now it was the cock that had really taken his virginity. The cock that had flooded him with cum for the first time. The cock he dreamed about. He opened his mouth and swallowed the head. His eyes closed tight in reverence. “That’s it boy.” Sir cooed putting his hand on the back of Mike’s head and spreading his legs wide. “Worship that cock,” he said as if he’d read Mike’s mind. “I bred you with that cock. The last time you came to my house you were a safe only college boy but you left full of my spunk any way. And now you’re back for more. Show my cock how much you missed it. Show me how much you’ve been longing for my dick.” He leaned back and pulled his shirt off. Mike’s head was bobbing franticly. He smiled down at the boy, he was fucking desperate for it. It had only been three days and the boy was craving his cock. If he did this right Mike would graduate college a bonified cock slut. Mike lost himself in sucking Sir’s cock. He didn’t care that his jaw had started to hurt or that his eyes were watering from trying to gulp down as much of the thick shaft as he could. He just closed his eyes and drifted away. All of the guilt he’d felt melted away. With his mouth around the cock that had bred him he forgot all that and focused only on pleasuring the man in front of him. Sir moaned in appreciation. Mike really was an excellent cock sucker. He laced his fingers in Mike’s hair, occasionally holding the boy tight to his crotch. Mike would gulp and deep throat Sir’s cock for as long as he could before he gasped for breath, pulling back panting. “Good Boy. That’s it. Good Boy. Suck my cock down.”

Well, splendid boy - if you'll allow me ..... No. Trump is hardly a Dom (as I know the descriptor). He's completely unfamiliar with any kind of life-structure, and infused with incurable weakness - which he has come to believe he can overcome by heaping more abuse on others than anyone else. A "Dominant" man, as we BZ'er's use that term, has character, has attained self-knowledge. He's confident in his intellectual abilities, and he's compassionate enough to help others that are less so. A real Dom does not take pleasure in degrading others, he does not steal from others, he is a genuine man. The current president possesses none of those characteristics. In fact, he's the opposite. That sad creature is still trying to fool the world into believing that he's not a wuss - not an intellectual dwarf - not a total pussy. And millions have swallowed his line of bullshit, and actually don't see through the thin, opaque veil he's wrapped himself in. If he thought he could, he'd be at the center of of all the action lately - firing everyone he can think of personally. He wouldn't need the muskrat to rake all this muck, if he had the wherewithal to do it himself. He's nothing but a quivering mass of self-doubt, and as far from being a true Dom as it gets.

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I was 9 when I took my first load. My neighbor a big greek high school guy took me into his dad's outbuilding/workshop. They were my next door neighbors. He had a huge uncut cock and made me suck it then rolled me over and rammed it in my ass. It really hurt but it was almost divine. I knew right then I'd need more of that the rest of my life. After he came I went home and fingered my hole and tasted his seed. A pervpig was born

1. Cum dripped out of my swollen, gaping hole as I pulled my briefs up and stood to crack my back. It’s funny, I thought as I felt the backside of my briefs become damp with sperm, three weeks ago I never would have thought to let a man cum inside me, and now, I couldn’t get enough. That was before I had met Simon; however, before Simon had told me how hot I was, how much he liked me; before he had eaten out my hole till he could slide three fingers inside of me without resistance; and before he had charmed me to let him slip, just the tip of his fat cock into my hole raw. I slid my hand down the backside of my briefs and felt my wet hole. The sounds of the others came through the closed door clearly; there were still plenty of me out there. I can go just a few more rounds, I thought, and kicked off my slightly damp underwear. My name is Justin, I’m twenty five and just finished my last year of grad school. At five foot ten I’m not the tallest of men, but I’m what my ex-girlfriend called “Nerd hot.” The short of guy you see with unkempt hair, dark rimmed slightly unfashionable glasses, and a tweed jacket with elbow patches and you think he’s sort of cute but nothing special until they take their clothes off and you realize that tweed jacket and button down shirt were hiding a tight six pack, broad chest and a sizable amount of chest hair. I had one girl actually laugh in surprise when I took my pants of the first time and she saw my seven-inch soft cock. For the past twenty-five years I have identified as 97% straight, every once in a while I’ve come across a guy that does it for my but that’s pretty rare and rarer still would be the circumstances under which anything would happen. I am, however, a liberal man of the modern era and so when I was in London visiting my Stepbrother and he invited me to go to the gay bar with his friends, I was more then happy to attend. Ryan, who had always been the more athletic masculine of the two of us, had come out to his mother and my father when he was fifteen; I was sixteen at the time. Most of my friends thought that I should be weirded out by this (“What if he’s checking you out after you get out of the shower?”) but I never was. Ryan was not one of the 3% of guys that I’m attracted too although I did find out after catching him in bed with one of his boyfriends over a summer break in college that he had a massive cock. After college Ryan had started working for a publishing company and soon after was transferred to their offices in London. At twenty-four he already had a massive flat near to the city center and a damn nice office in their high-rise office. When I graduated for grad school I decided to fly to England for the summer before looking for work and visit Ryan for a while. Two nights after I got there Ryan invited me to join him and his friends at a gay bar downtown. Having just finished a long semester of school I was down for drinking where ever. So we got dressed, Ryan in a pair of tight jeans and a black wife beater that showed off his broad football player chest and his massive arms, he honestly looked like Rugby Ken; and I in a slim fit button down shirt and loose fitting jeans. It was at the bar that I met Simon. He came in late, a little bit after all of the others, and took the only available seat in the little booth (next to me) that six of us now occupied in the corner of this bar. The six-foot three, black haired, blue eyed, pail skinned god smiled as he slid in next to me. “Ayope, ‘o’s this then,” he ask in a gruff south London accent. “My step brother Justin, he’s straight so put your cock back in your pants,” answered Ryan, a slight twinge of a British accent had started to color the edges of his words in the years sense he’d moved here. “Eh, he’s aright. Ain’t yeh Justin?” Simon asked me. I laughed a little and nodded trying to remain calm, I had never been so attracted to a guy in my entire life. He wore no shirt, claiming it had had gotten soaked in the rain just a little bit ago. His small pink nipples stood erect out of a thick coat of dark hair all across is massive pecks. Tight blue jeans hugged his muscular legs, and the outline of his cock running down his left pant leg was obvious. He was stunningly masculine in his appearance and domineer. The rest of the party continued to talk and Simon quickly jumped into the conversation. I didn’t know what I wanted from him but I wanted something. I wanted him somehow. As he chatted with his friends his hand slid from the table and slowly made it’s way to rest on my leg just above the knee.

Two days later, after more dirty texts than I can remember, Mark was on his way over to my place. It was just going to be me and him. No Danny, in fact I don’t think he even told him what we were doing. I was worried how that would go especially since Danny and I work together but Mark had us kissing and sucking at work so I didn’t spend to much time worrying about it. And then he was here and we were kissing and kissing and kissing. We made it to the bedroom and out of our clothes and I pushed him down on the bed and got between his legs and kissed his biohazard tattoo and then licked his balls slowly as his fingers played with my hair. Then I was sucking his big, fat, cut cock his hand forcing me further down on each stroke. I had to make myself relax my throat and then the head of his cock slid in and my nose was at the base of his cock. He held me there for a minute and then let me suck for a bit before he pulled me up and pushed me back so he could suck me. He licked and sucked my cock and balls, then coming up to kiss me, telling me how right now, right here I was his. I just moaned and let him work his magic. He crawled up and rubbed my cock on his hole slowly putting some pressure on my cock. We locked eyes and he sat down on my cock. Spit and a small amount of lube helped but he was tight and my cock is thick and it was stretching his hole. He reached over and took a hit of poppers and gave me some and after a minute he started riding my cock his ass squeezing me and making my whole body tingle. He rode me for about 10 minutes alternating fast and slow strokes then pulled off of me and flipped me over and started to eat my ass. He spread my cheeks and buried his tongue into my hole. He would lick down my balls and suck my cock into his mouth as he fingered my hole working me open and getting me ready for his super sized cock. He fed me more poppers and then all at once in one long quick stroke he was buried all the way in me and he started fucking me right away. It fucking hurt and took my breath away but then it was amazing. He was taking what he needed. Using me as a hole for his poz cock, relentlessly pounding into me. Telling me how he was going to bred my neg ass with his poz load and then he would own me forever. How he knew he was going to poz me up, that we would be connected forever. Then he would slow down and pull all the way out and tease my hole with that big cock head of his only to slam back into me when I wasn’t expecting it. He was owning my ass and I was loving it. I don’t know how long he fucked me but part of me was begging him to stop and the other part—the more vocal part—was encouraging him to use me and breed my neg hole. That I knew he loved cheating on Danny and fucking giving me something that he had only been giving him for years. That got him pounding even hard and suddenly he buried himself balls deep and I could feel his cock throb as he unloaded into me and then he was slow fucking me, pushing his load deeper into me. My load that had been leaking out of my cock was all over the sheets and I reached down and got some and fed it to him. He pulled out and we kissed and after we caught our breath he told me that he really had not cheated in the time he and Danny had been together. That the 3ways we did had opened up Danny’s opinion on sex with others and that is why he had us fool around at work. That and it turned him on. I asked if he was going to tell him about today and he said he wasn’t sure but that he didn’t have to be home for several hours and he wanted to swap some more loads. We spent the next few hours talking about fantasies, what each others go to jack off scenario is etc. He told me he had a huge medical fetish and he loved fucking guys in scrubs. He told me his first HIV doctor had been an older guy who got very detailed in his past sexual history and did a very thorough assessment and that he had gotten a hard on but since he likes to show off he wasn’t worried about it. The doctor said he needed a sperm sample and was jacking Mark off when Mark realized the doctor was hard too and rubbed his hand against it. They ended up sucking each other that first time but eventually they fucked too. All this had both of us boned up again and we took turns fucking each other and telling more stories of things we had done and wanted to do. By the time Mark had to leave he had deposited 3 poz loads into me. I was so exhausted but my whole body was alive with the sensations of what we had just done. Cheated, taken poz loads and not just one but 3 over several hours. Was it wrong? Probably. Did we care right then? Nope, not at all. He texted me later saying he enjoyed it and he wanted to tell Danny but was nervous. I told him that sex is not the same as love. He loves Danny but I am just sex and sex is fun. He did end up telling Danny not that day but later and it all worked out. We still see each other mostly together, occasionally alone. Danny has really gotten into watching Mark and I together. He sits back stroking and telling us what he wants us to do, what he needs to see to get off. More stories for another time.

After that time at work Danny and I didn’t work the same shift for a few days. The three of us would talk on the phone or text but we didn’t get a chance to get together. They both told me that after the 3way with me that the sex between them had intensified and that they couldn’t keep their hands off each other. We all three wanted a repeat though and had agreed to meet up that weekend. In the mean time we would video chat and jack off for each other and once they set it up so that I could watch them fuck. Hearing them both say how they wanted my ass loaded up with Mark’s poz cock and cum kept me rock hard no matter how much I jacked off. I was barely in the door at their place that weekend when Mark had me pressed against the door kissing me like he meant business. Danny was on the couch watching us kiss, grope and grind against each other and when I looked over at him rubbing his crotch I just smiled. Soon we headed to their bedroom and Danny and I dropped to our knees and both worked over Mark’s big, fat cock. Each licking up a side and kissing over that fat head of his cock. We did this until Mark said he needed to fuck some hole. Danny and I both got on our hands and knees next to each other as Mark started licking and tonguing both of our holes. He was licking one and fingering the other getting us both ready for his big cock. I felt him stand and saw him line his cock up with his boyfriend’s hole. I turned my head and kissed Danny as Mark slid into him and started fucking him. I continued kissing Danny and soon felt Mark push the head of his cock into me. Fucking his boyfriend had gotten him warmed up and he was ready to fuck and he rammed into me with one deep thrust. My ass gripped his cock and I gasped as he started a rhythm of deep thrusts with his hips slapping my ass on each stroke. It was almost too much and my vision got blurry for a second but soon I was relaxing and accepting the pounding he was giving me. Mark alternated fucking each of us. Giving each of us several strokes and then pulling out and sinking into the other. The harder he used our holes the dirtier the poz talk got. He was saying how he loved that the both of us wanted his poz cock and how he loved breeding neg hole and how he hoped his poz load would convert me. How he wanted to own that part of me forever. All the while his thrusts got harder and his hands were pulling my hips back onto his cock forcing him deeper into me. I was begging for his load saying I would do anything but I needed that poz load, I needed him to convert me while Danny was urging him to load my neg hole up. Soon I felt him tense as his cock throbbed in my hole and I felt his load shooting deep into me. I leaned over and kissed Danny as Mark slowed his fucking and finally pulled out. He told Danny he wanted to watch him fuck his load into me and push his poz load deeper into me. Danny’s cock is longer but not as thick so the sensation was amazing. My whole body was tingling and Danny just started pounding away and soon gave me his load too. When Danny pulled out Mark pulled him into a kiss and pointed to his ass and raised his eyebrows asking if I wanted his boyfriends’ ass. I lined up sank in balls deep fucking my coworker quick and hard until I was depositing my load into him. When Danny got up to shower Mark and I kissed and touched and as I rubbed his biohazard tattoo he told me he wanted some time with me all to himself soon. That he wanted to learn every inch of my body and he wanted to swap as many loads with me as we could manage. He said that he could be rougher with me than he could with Danny and that he really liked that. We agreed to make that happen soon and then got up and headed into the shower with Danny.

Back in college I was 18 and walking around downtown one evening when I noticed two guys in a Jeep driving around. One was student aged, around 20, and the other a bit older, maybe 30s. They circled the block a few times and eventually stopped and, as I passed their jeep, we struck up a conversation. I jumped at the chance when they asked me back to their place. Arriving there, we immediately headed to their bedroom which was completely filled with a huge waterbed. The older guy, Jim, leaned in and kissed me while the younger guy, Rick, started undressing me. Soon all three of us were naked and sprawled on the bed. Now, until this occasion I had never before been on a waterbed, and it took some getting used to, but each of us soon was sucking on a cock. Jim was hung with a nice long and thick cock and I couldn’t get enough of it. Both of the guys turn sucking my rock hard cock. Both guys were great cock suckers, so the sensation was amazing and I became increasingly vocal, letting them know how much I was enjoying the treatment. As he moved-up, intent on kissing me, Jim commented "The shy guy we picked up was gone and I like this new confident guy." And kiss and kiss we did indeed, all the while Rick sucked away, alternating between the two of us. Of course Rick had had ample practicing on Jim’s huge cock, so he could swallow me balls deep, which I absolutely loved. At some point Jim paused in kissing me to instruct Rick to lick his hole so I could fuck him. Rick complied, and when Jim’s hole was ready, Jim lay on his back, placing his legs on my shoulders. Rick lubed cock and guided it into his boyfriend. I was young and so horned up there was no real finesse, I just went straight to fucking with deep long strokes, my hips slamming his ass on each down stroke. I remember finding the sight of my cock sliding into Jim to be fucking hot, and when Rick leaned in and kissed me, urging me to fuck his boyfriend harder and harder, soon my eyes were rolling back in my head as I shot my load into Jim as, over and over he grunted "Fuckin' breed my hole." I pulled out and Rick flipped me on my stomach and spit on my hole and then rammed his cock into me. Fuck, it hurt but quickly started to feel good as in the background I heard Jim telling Rick to fuck me hard, to use my hole and stretch it open so he could fuck me next. Rick strokes alternated between rough and hard, and softer and more shallow. My hole was gripped his cock in a vice as Jim fed me his cock. I was particularly excited by the amount of pre-cum that was flowing out of his slit. After Rick had been fucking me for several minutes, Jim announced he wanted my hole, so he and Rick switched places. Rick grabbed my face and grunted "Look at me," as simultaneously I felt Jim’s huge cock head at my hole, only to find he rammed himself into me. Although Rick had opened me up, Jim’s cock stretched my hole ever further. And, as Jim kept pushing and forcing his cock into me, eventually his balls where flat against my ass. Then he paused for a few minutes while Rick kissed me, which afforded me the chance to acclimate myself to the girth of Jim's cock. When Jim sensed I was ready he started a slow slide in and out of me and Rick continued to kiss me. With each down stroke Jim would all but completely withdraw, only to slide all the way back in, balls deep, again and again. I was on a sex high like no other, kissing Rick as his big-dicked boyfriend used my ass. They took turns fucking me until each shot a load inside me. This was the mid 80’s and I knew about safe sex but no one mentioned condoms and it felt to good bareback. It seemed as if I was doing something bad but it felt so good I didn’t care. Jim and I took turns fucking Rick after that and I ended up shooting my second load of the day into him while Jim was behind me teasing my hole with the head of his big cock. As soon as I shot into Rick, Jim slid back into me and fucked me again pushing my still hard cock into his boyfriend on each stroke. Rick wrapped his arms and legs around me and held me tight while his boyfriend deposited another load into me. My hole was sloppy and full of cum and I was in that moment completely happy. We fell asleep and woke up to the sound of the alarm clock. Rick, realizing he was going to be late for work, jumped in the shower as Jim slid his cock back into my ass which was, of course, still full of their loads. He kissed and fucked me, building up to blowing yet another load into my ass, just as Rick stepped back into the bedroom from the shower. We fucked several more times over the next couple of years and I always felt a connection to both of them. Each time we fooled around I went back home utterly exhausted, my ass loaded with cum.