Leaderboard

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.

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…

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.

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😁.

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

Share your hot bathhouse stories, pics and vids. I was a pretty passive bottom before I found BZ. After reading several posts on here about darkrooms, I found the courage to go to my local bathhouse, Club Orlando, and shoot my shot. One day, I drove out to the club, checked in, picked up a fresh bottle of poppers, and headed to the darkroom. It was a slow afternoon, but I took my towel off, lubed my hole and bent over the center table, exposing my ass to anyone who walked in. I took a few hits of poppers to get my buzz on and waited. Not long after, an older guy came in and leaned against the wall. I leaned over and started sucking his huge 8.5” thick cock. I then assumed the position again, he said “I don’t have a rubber” - and I assured him I didn’t care if he went in raw. He slid in bare and fucked me until he bust. By that time two other guys had come in. After he gave me his load, another guy slid right in behind him, fucking me until he loaded me up. All the while, I was hitting the poppers and taking it all in. Those first two darkroom loads were hot as fuck, and I’ll never forget them. They were the first of many this slutty cumdump would take at the club. Thanks BZ for the inspiration and courage to hit the bathhouse darkroom.

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.

One of the very worst things I did was back in 2014. Was seeing this fuck buddy who I knew was cheating on his bf. Didn't care, neither did he. He used to fuck me on the bed he shared with his bf. We'd meet about once every couple of weeks. Third or fourth time, he showed me a picture of his bf. Fatal mistake: I didn't let on but I knew him socially. Next time I saw the bf out drinking, I put the moves on him. Long story short, he ended fucking me in the very same apartment - but not in the bedroom - that I had been visiting for weeks. I had both of their numbers on my phone and started meeting both of them - guy #1 at the apartment and the bf (guy #2) would come to fuck me outdoors near me - semi-regularly. This went on for two months. Fairly abruptly, they both broke off contact and I got the sense both had blocked me. I decided not to go to that particular bar for a while. Three or four months after that, I started to go back there and I heard that they had broken up. About a year after they broke off contact, some random guy came up to me in the same bar, told me he was guy#2/the bf's best friend, and then punched me off my chair 🤣 Best punch i ever fucking took. Right in the face. Deserved it and more. Guess they had figured it out after all! I really really shouldn't have done it but... y'know *shrugs* 🤣

Not sure what what you mean by "owning other humans(?)." What is that a reference to exactly?

Spent another Sunday afternoon in Basement sauna Manchester. It was a wild time despite disappointments, and not as many loads as last time – 5 in my ass, 3 in my mouth – but I did get a bit experimental on this visit. First up, the disappointments: I had arranged to meet up with two guys, but they both flaked out on me. I can’t tell you any more about them here because that kind of story belongs in the Backroom, but since neither of them actually showed up, there’s not any story to tell… Moving on, some highlights… Mark: A sweet guy, mid 20s twinky kinda guy. Very sexy, probably too young for me but he hit on me and I used my body to draw him in. We went to a cubicle and kissed for ages with all sorts of body contact, with occasional bouts of chatting. I offered him to fuck me but he said he was safe only. No worries, how about I suck you? I’ve only recently got back into my deep throat skills, and I gotta say, his cock was beautiful, firm, long shaft, and eight inches – perfect for me to practice and hone skills, and hopefully for us to both enjoy what I’m giving. Within a few minutes I had his hands on the back of my head, offering him the skullfuck. He was tentative at first, but started to thrust firmer, shooting big drips of precum down my throat as he did so. Then, at a natural pause, I offered something that I’ve never done before. I told him I wanted to hang my head off the edge of the fuck bench so that he could fuck my throat. I said I didn’t know if I could do it, or for how long, and if I had to stop, we could carry on just doing what we’d been doing. Said he was fine with that as he was loving that anyway. So with my fingers crossed, I hanged my head off the edge of the mat/fuck bench and let him plough my throat. Again he was tentative at first, but then I felt his hand firmly pressing against the top of my throat, pushing down and starting to thrust. I got so excited I forgot to focus and gagged but he didn’t stop. To suppress the gag I reached up, grabbed his ass and thrust him deep into me so I could swallow that cock fully. Lean into the gag and it will pass. It did. Released my grip on him, and the hands went back to my throat for a good hard throat fuck. He fucked harder and harder until he shot his load deep down my throat and kept fucking for a bit. I was hovering on the edge of a gag again with a throat full of cum, but I managed to control it. Eventually he pulled out of me, leaned down for a big deep kiss and I was able to swallow his cum down into me. Tears were streaming down my face. I couldn’t really speak at first, but I was so fucking happy I achieved this! And so, I think, was he. The whole thing lasted about five or ten minutes max, but I really felt I achieved something brand new here. And I’m still flying about it. I hope I get the opportunity to do that again soon! *** Rimming and Felching: I had promised myself on this visit that I would find a way to go deeper into my new-found love of rimming (despite being a total btm), to find at least three asses to rim, and hopefully felch some cum out of. The first ass I rimmed was Mark, the twinky guy above, after he had throat fucked me. It was the most perfect shape, and tasted great. Tried to give him a good tongue fucking despite my inexperience. Next up was a guy in a sling taking loads. He was actually the boyfriend of the Toymaster from a previous story of mine. I asked if he had any loads inside, and when he said yes, asked if I could have a taste. Got down on my knees and gave him the best rimjob I could muster with my few skills. Mostly I got my tongue deep enough inside to taste the cum. That was fantastic. Third guy was in one of the dark rooms. We were both getting fucked on one of the round tables, and as we were facing each other, we started to kiss, gripping each other’s hands and arms to connect. Then, strangely, he lifted his hand up to my face and put his fingers in my mouth. I licked and swallowed them eagerly. Then he put his hand over my nose and mouth to squeeze them tight. This was an unexpected surprise – a bottom who likes to breath control other bottoms. Wow! Of course I leaned into this and submitted fully. Anyway, we were both covered in sweat by the time our respective guys had finished with us. We were about twenty minutes like this I’d guess. On my fuck during this, see below. A bit tranced out from the fuck and the breath control, I walked round the table, grabbed the bottom’s ass and plunged my tongue deep into his freshly fucked hole. Wanted to tongue fuck him deep, almost as a thank you for the breath control, and worked that hole until I started to taste the cum. Swallowed a bit down. I could tell he wanted me to fuck him, but later, once we’d both left the dark room, we connected and figured we were both pure bottoms. Didn’t stop me asking him to bend over in the corridor so I could have another taste! *** The Hidden Cumshot: While guy #3 above was happening, I was getting fucked by an older guy (I think – it was quite dark), and somewhere between the bottom guy breath controlling me and the rhythm of my top’s fuck I glided into a real nice trance. The rhythm was slow and deep, like a rower, and he didn’t stop for about 20 minutes. All good. At the end, I thought I felt something happening inside me, but he gave no sign whatsoever of any sighs, moans or howls of ejaculation. But I kinda sensed something happen… and an unmistakeable wave of jizzjoy. The trance meant I couldn’t exactly find my words. I wanted to ask ‘did you cum in me?’ but the words were blurry. I probably sounded high, which in many ways I was. He just tapped me on the shoulder, said thanks, and left. Well, I got on with rimming guy #3 and then left the darkroom. Ran almost straight into two guys in harnesses who’d obviously just arrived. Got chatting, and of course I offered them both my ass for a warm-up. One of them rimmed me before fucking me, and said ‘mmmm, fresh cum in there, lovely’. So yes that guy had cum in me. I need to trust my senses and my jizzjoy more. A hidden cumshot, nicely stealthed into me without a word, or breath, or even a sigh. Clever man. *** ‘444’ Guy: Now, this happened right at the end, and was a total surprise. Throughout my visit, there was this unbelievably sexy guy, lithe with just the right amount of muscle, perfect golden skin of (I assume?) a biracial guy, and the numbers ‘444’ tattooed in small type on his chest. I don’t know what this means. Anyway, there’s a certain type of guy in saunas who, when confronted with the actions of an uninhibited sauna slut like me, just looks on in judgement and disgust. Won’t even speak to me. Just stay away. I thought this was him, but it turns out I got him all wrong. And I’m so pleased I did. As the sauna started to empty out a bit by 5pm, he and I were among the twenty or so guys remaining in the cruising area. And I got the subtle sense that the sidelong glances he’d been giving me all day were not judgemental looks, but that in a very quiet kind of way, he was cruising me. And that he had in his circumspect, subtle, and – as now I began to see, or hope – with his firm-of-purpose discerning gaze, he’d been cruising me all afternoon. I actually needed to leave the sauna at this point in time for my train, but I couldn’t let this go. There would be another train. I decided to lean in and respond to his cruising. He did not look away. I walked into another area: he followed and sat down, gazing firmly, then got up and walked into the cubicle area. I followed, and he quickly grabbed my hand and led me into a cubicle. Once inside, everything changed. He took a firm hand on me as I climbed inside, ensuring that I remained on my knees as he stood over me. Wordlessly fixed me with that same gaze, took my head in his hands, opened my mouth with his fingers and glided his cock in one single movement from my lips to the back of my throat. He’d been watching me in action, and clearly knew what I was capable of. We went from zero to skullfuck in under twenty seconds. He pulls out and regularly bends down to kiss me, then whispers “are you gonna be a good little slut for me?” My heart leaps: “Yes, Sir” The truth has been established and I love it. Some more skullfucking and body worship, then he pushes me backwards onto the floor, firmly takes my legs and puts them on my shoulders and glides into fuck me. It’s like a dance where he is the leader. He dominates, but it is all action, intention and gaze. Few words, and those that are spoken are quiet, and all the more masterful for it. It’s amazing. The fuck is firm, hard and with the same rhythm of the skullfuck. He glides, but pushes deep into me and the top of each thrust, never taking his eyes of my face. Brings my feet around to kiss them at one point – I feel his cock stiffen inside me – but never looks away. “Mmm, that’s a good pussy you got.” Again, my heart leaps. I accept feminisation as part of submission during sex if it’s done well. And he does it so well. If you call my hole a pussy or a cunt, if you call me girl or baby girl, I will call you Sir as much as if you’d called me boy or fag. “Thank you Sir” He spins me round into doggy position and mounts me, pushing deeper inside than before. Here he starts to get more verbal, as his excitement starts to rise into a crescendo. “You like my cock in your pussy?” “Yes Sir, do you like my pussy, Sir?” “Mmm, baby, yeah” The fuck continues in this same firm, gliding rhythm with a hard push at the top of each thrust, sometimes pulling right out to glide back in and really let me enjoy the full extent and flavour of his shaft and movement into me. Then suddenly… “Want me to come in your pussy, baby? Want me to cum?” “Yes Sir, YES SIR” “Beg for it baby” And of course I do, begging Sir for his cum in my pussy, oh baby yeah, please Sir please Sir, my voice getting higher in part from the fuck thrill, and in part from this deep urge to please his every need, to sound like the babygirl he needs to breed. When it comes, his cumshot inside me is MASSIVE, and he pumps it into me with energy and intention, folds over my back as words pour out of me: thank you thank you thank you Sir. I am beyond thrilled. (Sixteen hours later his cum is still inside me. I need to fully absorb this man's essence into me. I need his DNA inside me forever) Once he pulls out, I offer to do something I don’t often do: “Can I clean your cock please Sir?” He agrees, and once again, his still-hard cock glides into my mouth and straight down my throat, but this time the intention is that I clean him up. I taste cum at the back of my throat as the wave of jizzjoy starts to hit. Again. With the cleaning done, he’s about to leave, but I get down on all fours and kiss his feet. He lifts each one up so I can lick the soles, then places one on my face and presses me to the floor. I am right where I belong: ass full of cum, ass and mouth freshly fucked, under his feet. He now moves to leave. Once again I say “Thank you Sir”, and I vow to myself to remain on my knees as he makes his exit. I will not stand before this man. He gives me a look of deep approval – wordlessly – and leaves. I am beyond thrilled, and spend a bit of time in the cubicle on my own, jacking off and enjoying the intense jizzjoy. Then it’s time for me to leave the sauna. I should’ve gone half an hour ago. As I walk through the café area, I see him sitting with his feet up. As I pass, I get down to kiss both of his feet in public view, and again “Thank you Sir”. He smiles a big beaming smile. I’ve served him well. We’re both happy.

@Medwaym Wouldn't be one of my stories with it, lol @nymidtowneast Who knows? Lots of characters in play in the later chapters. @PozBearWI Definitely one of several possibilities I had written down @BoYGaSM Who knows.... not me.... 😛 @LthrRaw Glad you enjoyed it. Definitely where I am going with the story. @curiousaboutbb Sorry, was busy last week and this. Just got a chance to finish the chapter. @pozpopperpig Sorry for the delay. Hope this chapter is up to par. @leatherpunk16 Yeah, I try to be as complete on my scene building and mapping out what the character is doing as I can. There will be a few twists, that can be certain. 😉 Sorry for the delay this week. Had to work extra and just got a day off today. Hope everyone enjoys! And as always, don't hesitate to make suggestions or guesses. Never know what might be correct or added to the story. 🙂 ---------------- Lesson 5: The Seed- Finding Purpose and Happiness in Life and Work Quickly, I shoved the cash quickly back into the envelope and stuffed it in my back pocket before walking into the kitchen and set the bag on the counter. Turning my attention to the box of cigars, I took it out and quickly counted how many there were. Taking in the dark brown sticks, clad in a bright red wrapper and a scorpion on the side, I did a quick bit of mental math. I would have to smoke at least 3 a day to finish them in a week. Looking over at the clock, which now proudly said 12:07, I looked around for the list left by my parents, inwardly glad there would plenty of time to get everything done, smoke the first cigar, and then get ready for the dinner tonight. I worked quickly in silence, vaguely aware at the slick damp feeling in my asscrack as two fresh poz loads slowly seeped out of the abused remains of my ass. Satisfied the dishes were loaded and running, the laundry was collected and running, and making a quick run around downstairs with the small vacuum my mom kept in the kitchen, I then sat down at the kitchen table before pulling out the first cigar. Previously, Mike and Greg had either given me their already prepared cigars, or in the case of today, an already prepared unlit one. My memory quickly went back to watching them cut and prep them the night before. Still slightly unsure, I decided to turn to the internet, hoping there would be decent instructions on how to cut it. As soon as I opened my phone, a sudden ding of a new message caused me to nearly drop it. Just as Greg had promised, it was a group text with a picture of me in the sling. Holy fuck, I thought to myself, I look so fucking hot. There on the screen was me, legs up in the air with a gaping open asshole, glossy white cum drooling out of the wrecked remains of my tight asshole, and my freshly shot load sprayed across my face and chest. The look on my face was one I had seen a few times on a porn of someone after a hard fucking; eyes slightly glazed, face flushed, and a trail of cigar smoke drifting up from the short cigar nub sticking out of my jaw. I really did looked like a freshly fucked whore on one of the BDSM sites I had checked out on a whim one night a year or two ago. Instantly, I felt my dick get harder and my asshole got a slight ache, reminding me of the fun I had just had. I eventually had to shake myself out of it as I saw the tell-tale bubble with three dots appear as Mike typed out his reply. Damn! I missed you smoking your first full cigar! Mike’s message popped up quickly, followed by, You look so fucking sexy boy! Wish I could have stayed and fed you more. Feeling myself blush slightly, I could only muster a quick thanks, before minimizing the text and going to the web, looking up quickly how to properly cut a cigar. Following the instructions to the letter, I cut the cigar, and hoping it was correct, swept the remains of the cigar’s cap into my hand, as I learned it was called. Tossing the bits of tobacco into the trash, I grabbed the lighter and stepped out the back door into my yard, shoving my phone into my pocket. “Jesus…” I groaned to myself, as the heat and humidity hit me with actual physical force, the epitome of the midwestern summer, “It’s like the ass crack of Stan today." Slowly, I trudged towards the woods lining our property line, cigar in one hand and lighter in the other. I was hoping that maybe in the shade, it would be better to smoke the cigar, knowing that if I were to try and smoke it in the sun, I’d likely melt or die of heat exhaustion. There was only some relief as I stepped into the shade, making my way deeper into the woods. Growing up, I was thankful that there was a park so close to our house, with just a 5 minute walk through the woods to reach the path. Today I was actually equally glad, though I guess for a different reason. Eventually I reached about 2/3 of the way to the park path, finally cooling off in the shade of the trees and sitting on the trunk of an old fallen tree. Thankfully it was probably a good ten degrees cooler under the trees. Sitting down, I slowly let myself catch my breath, realizing that the short walk in the humidity had actually taken my breath away somewhat. Looking at the cigar in my hand, I contemplated what to do next for a moment. Should I light the cigar first, then take a selfie, or take it while? Quickly, I decided on the former, and thinking back to what Greg had done, I lit my lighter and held the flame under the foot of the cigar. I slowly began to puff on it, rotating it between puffs. Instinctively, I felt my dick begin to harden. Satisfied I had it lit, I took it out of my mouth, looking at the end of the cigar. Thankfully, it was fully lit, with an even bright red cherry across the foot as the internet had instructed. Shoving it back in my mouth, I began to puff on it. Looking around, I took in the quiet scenery, while slowly rubbing my dick on the outside of my shorts. After a few minutes, I pulled out my phone and took a quick selfie before sending it to the group text. Horny, I pulled down my pants and began to stroke my dick, as I puffed on the large cigar in my mouth. A quick sound of a twig breaking caused me to suddenly rocket upright and look around, afraid someone had somehow came upon me while feeling myself up half naked in the woods. My heart started beating hard as I pulled the cigar out of my mouth, like a scared kid who had just had his parents walk in on him. However, I saw nothing there. No person telling me off, not even an animal. Letting out a sigh of relief, I let out a large cloud of smoke I hadn’t even been aware of sucking in. Suddenly, the sound of my phone dinging caused me to jump. Quickly, I opened the phone and looked at the screen. Fuck yeah, good to see you’re an eager smoke pig, Greg had replied, quickly followed by a grinning devil. Soon after I got a message from Mike, I want you make sure to suck that thick smoke down. Feed those lungs and make your daddies proud. Still feeling slightly jumpy for no reason, I slowly began to walk through the woods, puffing on the cigar and sucking in most of the smoke, only occasionally coughing slightly from the strong smoke. Time flew by rather quickly as I was quickly over half way done smoking the cigar. The whole time, my cock was hard and throbbing in my shorts, the feeling of the rough fabric of the jock rubbing against my cock head slowly driving me crazy. Suddenly, a somewhat wicked thought crossed my mind, and switching to my camera app, I pulled my pants and the jock back down, before posing with my cock in hand. Moving the cigar to the corner of my mouth, I eventually got the phone positioned down and took a quick video of me sucking in a large draw on the cigar, while slowly jacking my cock, before groaning out a cloud of smoke. I then sent the short clip to Greg and Mike, and walked over to a tree and leaned against it, smoking more and working my cock, occasionally spitting on my cock and using it as lube. Feeling more and more horny, reached around to my hole with a free hand and slowly began to finger myself. Eventually I looked down at my feet when I noticed the used condom. The sight surprised me at first. I had heard of rumors that guys would hook up in the woods in the park, but growing up, I’d never seen any evidence of it before. Moving it slightly with my foot, I had to admit I was impressed. Not only did it look to be a magnum, but whoever it belonged to must cum by the bucketful, as the condom looked almost more like a water balloon. My mind began to wander, imaging myself in the woods late at night bent over and taking a load from this mysterious stranger when my phone dinged again. Pulling out my fingers from my well fucked hole, I pulled the mostly smoked cigar from my mouth, and then stuck the cum coated digits into my mouth, enjoying the taste of poz cum on my tongue before looking at my messages. Hot fucking neg smoker pig. Thinking of us breeding you while you haul on that cigar? Mike asked, before a picture of his hard dick showed on my screen. Next, Greg’s message came across the screen. Can’t wait to lock that cock of yours up and make you go beg for loads from random strangers like a proper cumdump. No loads refused. Fuck that sounds hot, I replied, jerking my cock faster as I imagined exactly that. A random group of faceless men all lined up to take a turn at my hole, bent over a fallen tree as I smoked a fat cigar. In my imagination, one of the guys fucking me leaned over before growling in my ear “Fucking take my diseased load, whore,“ and then with one final slam, the guy buried himself deep in my ass and flooded it with his cum. Suddenly, I felt my balls tighten up before shooting a massive load on the ground. As I continued shooting, I felt myself drawing hard on the cigar, desperate to feed my lungs the smoke. Breathlessly, I felt my whole lower abdomen shudder as the aftershock of my ejaculation shook my body. Pulling the mostly smoked cigar out of my mouth, I dropped it on the ground before crushing it under my foot. Slowly I let myself recover, amazed at how hard and how much cum I had shot at the idea of being a whore in the park at night. Spent and feeling slightly boneless, I pulled my pants and jock back up, not bothering to wipe the remaining cum from my cock before trudging back through the woods back to my house. ——— Dinner was a boring affair as always. Mom gushing about my sister and her impending wedding plans near the end of the summer. Endless questions about caterers and flowers and the invitations. My brother, dad and fiancé heatedly talked about whatever team they were wanting to go to the Super Bowl, and other statistics, with me just agreeing in a bored tone of voice with whatever thing my dad would ask me for agreement about the college team at my school. Unfortunately, our family had a strict no cellphones at the table rule. Eventually my attention turned to the hot waiter at the other tables, my mind fantasizing about the sizable bulge in his pants. Imagining what we would do, how he’d compare to Greg and Mike, what his status might be. “Everything ok sweetheart,” my mother suddenly asked, drawing my attention away from my thoughts suddenly. “Huh?” I asked, not really registering what she had asked. “God, why can’t you act like you want to be here Riley,” my sister pouted, crossing her arms across her chest and her voice getting into that fake annoying high pitched she’d use while we were kids to get sympathy from my parents, “You just can’t stand not being the center of attention for once, can you? Just out to ruin everything of mine!” “Uh… No…,” I replied, perplexed at the sudden childish behavior coming from her, not seeing one of her tantrums for years, “What’s your problem?” “Jen, baby, he’s probably just tired from mowing those yards today,” her fiancé replied in a sickly sweet tone, apparently used to this behavior and trying to calm her down. For a second, I was going to thank him for his stepping in. And then I realized I’d forgotten his name. Erin… Erin… something with a E, I thought to myself, my mind struggling to remember it. “Yeah, sorry Jen, just tired. It was just really hot today,” I said lamely, as I mouthed a thank you as my sister turned away, pouting like a child, “What was the question?” “Marcus was just asking if you got your tux yet for the wedding next month,” my mom said with a sigh, rubbing her hand on my sister’s back trying to calm her down before she got up and stormed off, my mother following quickly behind. “Oh, um, yeah,” I said mentally kicking myself at still getting the guys name wrong, “I’ll pick it up next week. Sorry.” “No worries man, she’s just worried about everything being perfect for the wedding,” Marcus replied, shooting a warm smile at me and looking directly in my eyes, “Let me know when you get it done and I’ll make sure Jen gets the message.” I shuffled slightly in my seat, suddenly keenly aware that Marcus was actually not bad looking, and my jock was definitely rubbing on my semi hard cock again. Thankfully the check for dinner came shortly after, and one quiet car ride later, I went upstairs and changed to my preferred tank top and basketball shorts. The sun was finally down, and the temperature, although still muggy, was now decent. Looking at my phone, I was actually somewhat sad that there was still no reply after the afternoon’s events from Greg or Mike. Sighing, I pulled out my laptop and slowly started scrolling through several porn sites, making sure the volume was off as I browsed, hearing my brother’s tv from the other room through the paper thin walls. Leaning over the side of the bed, I dug through my backpack before finally finding my wireless earbuds. Putting them in and connecting them to the laptop, I slowly started skimming porn, not really finding much to interest me. I sat there for a second, frustrated, before deciding on a whim starting a search for things like poz and bug chasing. Several videos later, I felt my dick throbbing hard, and my balls ached for release. Looking over at the clock, I suddenly realized it was now 11pm, and pulling out one of the earbuds, listened for any sounds. All that met me was the muted sounds of my brother snoring in the other room, and the dull sound of waves from my parent’s white noise machine. Leaning back over the edge of the bed again, I pulled out from under the bed the lighter and one of cigars, thankfully already prepped earlier while I was still alone in the house. Quietly, I went downstairs, before slipping on a pair of old tennis shoes and making my way into the woods, thankful for the nearly full moon lighting my way. Satisfied I was out of sight from my house, I quickly got the cigar lit and started walking towards the park path, knowing that I could use the light from one of the street lamps along it for the photo. Slowly I trudged through the deeper part of the woods, using my phone’s flashlight to light the way as I quietly puffed away on the cigar, occasionally inhaling hard and enjoying seeing the large cloud of smoke coming out of me. Finally, I made it to the path, and made my way to one of the benches. Sitting down, I took a quick shot of myself, spreading my legs and puffing on the cigar before taking the picture and sending it. I sat there for a few minutes smoking in silence, waiting for a reply before finally guess that Greg and Mike had to be in bed. After a few minutes, I noticed two guys briefly make eye contact with me before suddenly walking off the path and into the dark woods. Amused, I knew immediately that this had to be where the rumors of people cruising the park and fucking in it at night came from. Curious, I wondered to myself if one of them was Mr. Big Shot, as I had nicknamed the mystery guy who had filled the condom in my mind. Slowly I let my hand drift to my crotch and occasionally rubbed it when someone came walking down the path, quickly making eye contact with me. I straightened up out of reflex, sitting properly on the bench. The man was dressed somewhat similar to me, with black hair, and a baseball cap on backwards, a slight beard on his face. Thinner than me but taller. Easily 10 years older. Stopping, he reached into his pocket and pulled out a red and white pack of cigarettes. Expertly, he flipped the pack open and bringing it to his lips before closing the box again and putting it in his pocket. Patting his pockets, he let out a muttered curse before walking up to me. “Hey man, got a light” he asked, his voice deep. I wordlessly reached into my pocket before pulling out the lighter and handed it to him. I watched as his quickly lit up and took a deep drag on the cigarette before tilting his head back and blowing out a huge cloud of smoke with a sigh. “Fuck I needed that,” he said, handing me back the lighter, “Thanks man.” “Um, sure,” I said, unsure what to say and feeling suddenly horny watching the guy hauling the smoke in, “No problem.” “Why don’t we walk together and I’ll give you a proper thank you,” he asked, looking down at the bulge in my pants as my my cock threatened to pop out of the jock. “Uh… I… sure,” I said, making it sound more like a question instead of an answer. Getting up, I followed behind the man as we suddenly took a sharp right off the path, working deeper into the woods, with only the faint light from the lamp post and the moonlight to lead the way. Unsure if this would be ok, I contemplated texting Mike and Greg to get permission, but then the fact they were likely asleep crossed my mind again. I stopped myself and thought back to the texts earlier in the day. They seemed keen to the idea of me getting fucked by strangers. But still, a part of me wanted to make sure. Thankfully, the guy didn’t leave me of a choice as he suddenly stopped and turned around, pulling my pants and jock down and giving my dick a few tugs. Hopefully they wouldn’t mind me getting a random blowjob. “Nice piece of meat there, man,” he said, and suddenly he was kneeling down on the ground, and after taking a hard drag on the cigarette, began to immediately deep throat my dick. I fought the urge to start moaning as I let the guy go to town, sucking my cock. Occasionally, he’d pull off before taking a huge draw on the cigarette before going back to sucking me hard. I stood there and tried to hold off on cumming, enjoying the feeling of his throat hugging my dick as I began to match each deep draw on the cigar with his cigarette. Slowly my free hand drifted the back of his head, gently guiding him how fast and slow I wanted him to go before finally I felt myself getting close. “Fuck, I’m getting close, man,” I groaned quietly, feeling the load building in my balls. Suddenly, he pulled off, and slowly started working my cock, delaying me. “Suck me off after,” he asked, moving his hand up and down as he took another drag off the cigarette. “Yeah man,” I groaned, wanting to feel the release of of my load. Suddenly, he dove down on my cock and started sucking it hard and fast, quickly making me shoot. His mouth was like a vacuum, sucking every last drop of my cum out and swallowing it. I could only hold the back of his head to keep him from moving as I puffed hard and fast on my cigar as I kept pumping shot after shot down his throat. Finally, he began to tap on the front of my thighs, and pulled my quickly softening cock out of his mouth. “Tasty load, guy,” he said, flicking the spent cigarette off into the dark as he stood up, “Mind if I smoke that while you suck me? That thing smells awesome.” I nodded, giving him the mostly smoked cigar and watched as he immediately started hauling on the cigar while pulling his pants down, surprisingly not wearing any underwear. I let him slowly push my head down to his cock and I began to suck it, hoping I would be able to fit the large member into my mouth. Looking up at his stomach, I noticed a few tattoos, but in the low light, I couldn’t make out much. Languidly, he began to fuck my mouth, holding both hands on my head as he took long strokes in and out of my mouth, all the while taking hard hauls on the cigar. Slowly I worked my hand up to his asshole, surprised to find it slick. “Yeah, got a several anon loads at the toilets earlier,” he chuckled, “Hope you don’t mind.” I began to finger him with first one then several fingers, slowly working his prostate as his began to take irregular stocks. “Fuck yeah man,” he growled around the cigar, his grip on my hard tightening, “Work those loads in me and swallow my swimmers all down.” I could taste the precum flowing out of his cock as I worked his prostate even more. “Fuck, here’s it comes man,” he said, suddenly pulling back and jacking his surprisingly large dick out almost all the way, leaving only the head in my mouth, “Slurp my jizz down man!” Suddenly, he was cumming, quickly flooding my mouth as I struggled to swallow the massive amount of creamy cum as it felt like an endless stream of sperm shot out. Eventually, after several mouthfuls, he sighed and pulled out, wiping his dick along the side of my face. Pulling me up, he brought me close to him before taking a deep drag on the cigar, before locking lips with me and making out. We stood there for a few minutes, the taste of each others' loads and the smoke mixing on our entwined tongues before finally he pulled back. “Thanks for the light man,” he said, grinning as he suddenly pulled his pants up and began to walk off. “Thanks… you too,” I said breathlessly, still recovering from the high of what we had just done. “Hope I can catch you around, maybe drop a load in each other,” he said, reaching into his pocket and pulling out the cigarettes again, this time with using my spent cigar to light it as he walked off. Quietly, I pulled my pants up and after making sure I had my phone and lighter, I made my way back through the woods. I snuck back into the house and after putting my phone back on the charger, promptly passed out on my bed.

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.

Guys just about to cum and say take my toxic load neg

There's an old saying that Trump is a poor man's idea of a rich man - that is, lots of shit covered in gold plating and ostentatious as all fuck but with almost nothing to back it up. For most of his adult life he was borderline bankrupt, if not actually so, and only with a few major cash infusions later in life (his inheritance/bailouts from his father, the Apprentice paychecks, the incessant grift his campaigns have funneled into his pockets) was he able to avoid losing everything. The same sort of thing is true, I think, for considering Trump "dominant". A bunch of fucking yahoo idiots in Shithole, TX and Bumfuck, AL and Moronville, Idaho saw him pretend to be authoritative and decisive on "The Apprentice" (while he was actually following a script in rented office space designed to make him look powerful), and decided that he actually WAS that kind of person - instead of the "fold like a paper napkin" guy he is when confronted with actual dominance. He's a dumbass working-class nobody's idea of a dom.

I'm so proud of all of us for being such sluts

Yes a very good start. Glad to see this is posted in the backroom so I`m sure it is going to get real good with some pozzing involved.

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

In West Hollywood if top need to inseminate a bro type

@adbb.bsky.social not sure what to post there yet . . .

My dad was the first to open me up when I was about 10. We fucked all the time growing up and I loved it!

PART FIVE I was getting good & horny getting David's cock nice & hard again (Well, I was always horny now!) so I didn't realise the doorbell had rung until David patted me on the head to tell me. "Oh sorry...I'll let you get it!" "No boy, I think Jerome would enjoy it much more if you let him in." "Sure", and with that I quickly made my way inside to open the door for him. Even if David's apartment wasn't as private inside as it was, I didn't worry about putting any clothes on as I didn't see the point, I was just gonna be taking them off as soon as he got in anyway! I opened the door and hoped that Jerome would get a nice surprise. "Well hello to you young man, what a pleasant surprise you are!" He was a tall, pretty thin, elegant man probably in his mid 60's or so. "I'll just put this bag down to greet you properly, and take a good look at you up close" he said as I closed the door and we walked over to a table. "I'm Jerome, and you must be Josh!" We hugged, and he gave me a little peck on each cheek. "Sorry, I'm a kisser, I hope you don't mind." "I'm sorry...of course, not at all!" and with that, I pulled him into a deep kiss, the two of us kissing deeply for a full minute or so, his big hands gripping and kneading my arse as we made out. "That wasn't exactly what I had in mind, I just meant I like to kiss on the cheek. I'm not complaining though!" I probably should've been embarrassed making out with this stranger but it really didn't worry me and he was very cute. I could tell he'd enjoyed it too as there was a very noticeable bulge in his shorts. "Now I'll just strip off and let's see this boyfriend of yours!" As he stripped, I did catch myself thinking, was David my boyfriend now? I wasn't even gay before! He'd fucked me a few times, he was really sexy & I was very worried whether he wanted me to fuck other guys so I guess there must've been some feelings there. Those feelings were soon swept away as I gazed upon Jerome's naked body & big hard cock. "Not bad for an old poof huh? Now let's get outside" and he took my hand & we walked out to see David. He looked so fucking sexy out there, completely naked, one hand behind his head, the other stroking his big hard dick. "Great to see you Jerome! What do you think of Josh?" "I think he's a very sexy young man indeed, as you can tell!" He laughed, looking down at his dick. "I hope he likes me, but I'm a bit worried I'm a bit old for him!" "Oh no, not at all!" I shook my head violently. "I think you're incredibly sexy!" "That's very sweet of you to say darling. And if you weren't high as a kite, I'd believe you." "I'm not high at all! I've never taken drugs." "I have my doubts, " Jerome replied and I thought I could see David glare at him. "The bottle of poppers over there tells me otherwise." "Oh yes, RIGHT ....you got me...sorry Josh...I hope that doesn't upset you." I had felt funny after sniffing them but it actually felt pretty good so it was hard to be too upset, "Um.....no David...it's OK....they did feel pretty good..." "Great, no harm done! Could you go to the fridge over there please and grab Jerome and myself a couple of beers?" As I walked over to the fridge, I heard them both wolf-whistle and Jerome say I was the sexiest waiter he'd ever seen. I gave them a wink over my shoulder & shook my arse as I fetched them their beers. Coming back, I noticed that David got some more for the jug from the fridge as it was half full again. I couldn't remember seeing any in the fridge, and as far as I could remember he'd not been inside while I was talking to Jerome? Anyway, he filled my glass up as I handed the two of them their beers. "To new friends!" Jerome said as we clinked glasses & bottles, had a big drink and then the two of them lay down on the banana lounge, Jerome lying down where I'd been. They both looked so hot lying there. "Where am I going to go?" I pouted. "You know exactly where you're meant to be" David laughed, and pointed to a small gap between them. I slithered my way between them, it was a tight squeeze but I got there in the end! "I brought some coke too, I hope you don't mind." Jerome said, "I'd feel terrible coming over & not bringing something" and he handed David a clear bag white powder in it. "Awww thanks mate! You shouldn't have!" David replied, "But I'm so glad you did!" dipping his finger into the bag and then sniffing straight from it. "I brought the good stuff too, only for you and my new friend. Would you like some?" He asked, holding out his finger with a large amount of powder on the end. "No thanks," I replied nervously. "Um....maybe next time!" "Of course, darling. The poppers are enough of a start!" and he held David's covered finger to his nose. "What a gracious host you are!" The two of them both started attacking me like an animal soon after, their hands everywhere around me and inside me. Their tongues were all over me and I could feel their fingers pawing at, and in my arse, it was heaven. "I think it's time for you to do, what I'm told you do best my lad!" Jerome said, and with that, they both started pushing me down gently on each shoulder. I didn't need to be told twice, I wanted to suck the two of their cocks too! The two of them were kissing as I sucked them which I felt a little jealous about, not that I was either one's boyfriend but because I wasn't kissing them! I guess sucking their dicks would have to do. "I'll do something cheeky, hold on." I heard Jerome say as I was sucking them and I heard the click of his camera phone. "Aaaaaaannnd uploaded! There you go honey, I like you so much, you're on my Instagram!" As I sucked them, he held the phone to my face and I could see a pic of both him & David smiling at the camera in their sunnies. They were both obviously nude, not that you could see anything, and that there was a head near the laps, not that could see who it was but it was obvious it was someone. He'd captioned it "Lovely day for it!". David laughed & shook his head, I laughed too and went back to sucking their dicks. Jerome was right though, it was a lovely day for it. END OF PART FIVE

Part two Tom worked his way down my body kissing and licking every inch. Electric fire was racing up and down my spine. He got to my cock and took it in his mouth. It felt amazing considering that I probably hadn’t had my cock sucked in close to seven years. Darren went down on me once but complained about how much I would pre cum and he considered it to be “Gross” I was enjoying the attention that Tom was giving to my cock and balls. He deep throated my 7 inch member like a man possessed. His thumb was hovering around my hole. He must of sucked me for a good 30 minutes when he came up for air to kiss me again. We were kissing again and grinding our cocks together. I kept thinking god Tom is so much better than he was before. It was more of a wham bam thank you sir type of fuck before. I had to ask so I broke the kiss. “Damn Tom you really know how to turn me on” He smiled “When did you get so good?” I kissed him again, he broke the kiss, I kept rubbing his hairy chest. “Stan always just wanted to get pounded and bred, eventually I realized that as much fun as that is I wanted a connection when I fucked and bred. I wasn’t getting that with him” he quickly kissed me again. “I haven’t been with anyone since him and that was six months ago. Plus with what you have had to deal with sex wise I think you deserve my best” I kissed him again and rolled him on top of me. “Fuck me please” “Not yet, I want to eat your sweet little ass” With that he flipped over on his back “Sit on my face” I straddled his face placing my little pucker over his mouth. His tongue went to work and I went down and grabbed his cock. I forgot how gorgeous it was 8” long by about 5” around. I took the head near my mouth a dollop of pre cum was on the top. I sucked it off rolling it around my mouth. It tasted so sweet. I could hear him slurping and groaning away at my hole like a man being fed his last meal. My hole was enjoying the attention as Darren didn’t believe in rimming (he thought it was gross). I started to deep throat his gorgeous member feeling it slide down my throat. Past my tonsils making it good and wet. Truth be told I was enjoying it. Was so nice to swallow a nice hard cock vs Darren’s who half the time rarely ever got hard. We both continued to devour each other. When Tom threw me to the side to again devour my cock right down to the root. Spit my cock out and then started to suck on my nuts. Which is my main turn on during sex. He spit my balls out. He moved his cock away from my mouth slid over to the night stand and pulled out a fresh bottle of poppers. Handing them to me to open. I fought with them while he left the room to grab us some water. He came back with two bottles of water. He opened both of them for us. I finally got the bottle of Poppers open. He sat on the bed To be continued.

I live in a college town and when I first moved here from a small town it was amazing to meet other gay guys. Of course that was back before the internet so cruising was more involved. There used to be a bookstore downtown that I could walk to from my dorm and it had an area with porn mags and the first time I worked up the nerve to walk back there was an eye opener. It was early in the morning and not many people were in the store and as I ventured back there the guy at the register came over and said he had some new stuff in the back he hadn’t put out yet if I wanted to see it. A few minutes later he hands me a magazine and falls to his knees looks up at me and says we have to be quick as he pulls my shorts down and sucks my cock all the way into his throat. I moaned and watched him suck my cock the magazine quickly forgotten. He worked my cock like a man on a mission. Once he started he never stopped until I blasted my load down his throat. He licked me clean then stood up and said I have to get back out there and left me standing there half naked and completely satisfied. As I checked out he slipped a dirty mag in my bag and winked. That was the first of many times he sucked me off. The locker room at the gym on campus was also a place pre-internet that I saw and got a lot of cock. The locker room was just rows of lockers but there were two shower areas with about 10 shower heads in each one and a sauna. You had to walk past the showers to get to the sauna and you could see into one of the shower rooms once you were in the sauna. I met Austin in the sauna one slow evening. He was probably in his 40’s or 50’s and would always find away to catch me naked. I liked showing off so this was fine by me. Eventually he would suck me in the sauna as I watched guys in the shower room. He was the first guy who really took his time sucking me. He loved to suck cock. He would lick and suck my cock and balls for as long as possible. One day he asked if I wanted to come back to his place. Not long after we were headed to the five points area of town and his place over a store. When you walked in there was a foyer with wallpaper made out of maps of places he had been and being 18 I remember thinking that was pretty cool. We quickly headed to the bedroom and he put on some porn and crawled between my legs and started sucking me. Austin was a tall guy and very skinny. He had then what guys today would call the wasted look. He was so skinny he was mostly skin and bones..and cock. He had a nice average cock but against that skinny body it looked much bigger. I don’t know if he was poz but looking back on it now I would say he might have been. I didn’t care though because he sucked my cock like no one had ever done before. He took his time and licked and sucked getting me close over and over. It was like a master class on cock sucking. That tongue was magic. He worked many a load out of me on that bed over the store watching porn over the years. We did fuck a few times but he seemed to be more into sucking which was fine with me. When I fucked him he liked to get pounded hard and his ass was boney and I would leave with well earned bruises on my hips. He might have been the first poz guy I ever played with. If so his load would have been the first poz load I took though I didn’t know it at the time. Looking back on it that makes it even more exciting. There was a guy at the local cruise park who had a really nice cock and while he liked getting it sucked he loved to get on his knees for me. We would see each other in the park and head off the trails to find a place to fool around. He was the same age as I was and try as I might I could never fit all that black dick in my mouth. There was no telling how many loads we swapped back and forth back then. One day he told me his fantasy was for two white guys to use him. Something we did many times after that. We would find another white guy and double team him one of us kissing him while the other started sucking him getting him really worked up then we would take turns fucking my friend. There was something so hot about watching white cock going in and out of his black ass. He loved it and over the years we repeated that scene many times and he, and I, loved each and every time we found another guy to load his hole. One day we saw each other there and as we sat on the picnic table under that gazebo he told me he was poz and seemed surprised when I didn’t run away. I told him it didn’t matter to me and took his hand and walked him into the bathroom and kissed him for a few minutes before he fell to his knees and sucked yet another load out of me. Looking back over things I realize I was taking many more cocks and loads that were probably poz without knowing it. The hard on I have right now just says how hot I think that is.

Great story so far. Reminds me of why I love bath houses soooo much.

4. “I’m going to go jump in the shower,” Ryan said, slapping me on the ass as Tommy pulled off his shirt. I had assumed Tommy he was somewhat twinkish, and therefore was completely unprepared to see his tight runner’s body was completely covered by thick dark red hair. He smiled at my obvious shock. “I started growing chest hair when I was twelve,” he said, his fingers hooked into the waste band of his track pants. Dropping them to the the ground, he stepped out of them, standing in a pair of white briefs that barely contained the considerable bulge that was forming there. Do all of Ryan’s friends have big cocks? I wondered. “Well, are you just gonna stand there bustin’ out of your briefs or are you going to fuck me?” I asked, quickly becoming more comfortable with my new lust for cock. “You’re really ready to get fucked again, after your stepbrother just bred you like that.” I found his Irish accent intoxicating, and perhaps for that reason the thought of turning down his cock didn't even cross my mind. Whatever the reason, now that I had had a taste of bare sex, I was insatiable. “Hell yes," I responded as I flopped back on the bed, drew my legs into the air, exposing my cummy hole to his inspection. Just to further entice him I added "Plus all that cum up there will make great lube.” Tommy didn’t need to be told again, he tossed his briefs aside his uncut cock springing up. “You’re more of a cum slut then I am,” he said, lining up his still sheathed head up with my swollen hole. We both groaned as he sunk into my wet guts, my hole quickly opening to take his uncut, beer can of a cock, to the base. Tommy leaned forward, holding his cock inside me and kissed me softly. He slowly rocked his cock in and out of me as we kissed, his hands roaming over my body. I groaned into his mouth, waves of pleasure coursing through my body. Tommy seemed intent on making this one last as he slowly pumped my hole. “Simon was the one who POZed me,” he whispered after a long time, “he picked me up at a bar one night and convinced me to take him raw and after about a week of him filling me with his spunk I caught it. Best gift I’ve ever gotten.” He kissed me softly again, but started to fuck me a little harder his thrusts eliciting little squeaks and grunts from my occupied mouth. “Did you even like guys before Simon fucked you,” he asked a little while later. “Sorta but I’d never done anything,” I answered in the same soft whisper tone. “So you went from being straight to getting fucked by your stepbrother and all of his friends in one night. Damn Simon’s good, and I’m fucking grateful cause I thought you were so hot.” He drew his cock all the way out and slammed it back in again several times, a soft squishing sound now accompanying his thrusts. He shifted his weight putting his hands flat on the bed over my shoulders and rocking his hips forward to pound into me harder. I stared into his brilliant green eyes as sweat formed on his face from the effort of his fucking. As I looked at him I noticed a sweaty, bushy, dark ginger pit just over my head. I sat up a little and licked it. Tommy groaned a little and I continued to lap at the musky pit until I was eating out his pit and he fucked me all the harder for it. After about twenty minutes as Tommy’s thrusts were starting to get rougher and his breathing irregular I head Ryan get out of the shower and go into his room, talking to the two men who had been sleeping in there. “I’m going to cum in you,” Tommy panted. “Do it, please!” “God you ass is so good!” “Thanks, your cock feels ama…” I never finished that sentence as Tommy slammed into me as hard as he could, his entire body shaking with the force of his orgasm. He let out a long calming breath as his balls emptied into my guts. He kissed me again and pulled out slowly. “Stay there,” he said, heading to the door, “sounds like the other two are up and ready to breed your hole as well.”