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Wow love that you all love my little story! So here's part 3 My husband made his way back Inside, catching looks, he must not have seen he missed some of his load in his hair. He quickly stripped out of his clothes, soon in nothing but a towel. He grabbed his phone to check and sure enough a new top was fucking me. Saying how much he loves a drugged out hole. Which made the husband pitch a full tent. He quickly made his way to the darkroom looking for a bottom that would willingly take my position. He could hear the sound of sex and followed it finding his way to what seemed to be a bear slamming into a hole. "Fuck yeah, take this nut you slut" The bottom didn't make a sound. My hubby started feeling him up and still no response "This holes passed out, but damn has it been busy" He checked his phone but could still see me taking a new load. "How longs he been here?" "Idk man, but he took at least 3 guys before me. You want a go?" He thought about it, but was conflicted about finding a bottom. "Fuck I want to, but I need to find a bottom for this group." "Ahhh good luck, not many around tonight may as well use this . . . Ahhh . . . One . . . Fuck here it cums" He started slamming into his hole breeding him deep. My husband was over the edge watching. "Maybe if I shoot this load I can focus" "All yours man" He lined up sliding in with ease, almost like he was being sucked in. "Ahh Fuck this is nice" He set the phone down so he could focus on the ass he was raping. The bear saw the call and me taking dick, he grabbed the phone changed the camera around to show a close up of my husband breeding this passed out bottom "Fuck it's so damn good here I cum! Take it bitch!" He breed the hole DEEP. You could see the cum streaming from the hole as he pulled out. The bear made sure to get the best view. "That was hot man, I need to find and breed this hole too" "No thats why I'm looking for a bottom. That's my husband they're using" " oh shit sorry man, but it looks like your enjoying yourself, maybe you should let us enjoy him." He was conflicted with the truth. "Yeah I know but I can't leave him like that" "Tell you what, you look for that bottom, I'll look for the group and if I find em I'll come find you." "Thanks I could use the help" He had no idea the bear was only interested in breeding my hole. He went off checking the usual party rooms, telling any top he saw about me. Hoping to find my hole. It wasn't long before he was approached and asked if he was down to "help a bottom with their fantasy" turns out they've been finding guys and telling them I had a fantasy of being passed out and used by as many guys as possible. My husband was cluelessly looking in the completely wrong spot by now. He thought he would check the rooms downstairs. Not knowing there was a dark maze of rooms on the next floor, where I was bound ass up taking any load that came in. The line was now forming into the hall. He wasn't sure how much time passed but he found another bottom in the sauna getting fucked by 2 guys so he patiently waited his turn getting aroused at the show. The two guys seemed to like being watched and fucked him harder really make the boy scream. My husband got closer while pitching another tent. "Fuck yeah here it cums bitch take this nut" The guy using his mouth was focing every inch into his throat as he came. Choking him in the process. "Such a fucking slut, I'll give you a fat load for that" The second guy hammered 4-6 hard thrusts into his ass, breeding him as deep as he could. My hubby wasted no time replacing them, lining up and thrusting deep. "Yeah fuck that bitch, give him what he wants" "Knock that bitch up" He didn't know what they meant but he loved the attention and just fucked hard putting his phone down infront of the bottom "I bet you wanna be in his position don't you bitch" "Fuck yes, so hot! I need it" He was ecstatic finally finding a bottom to trade me out with. "Yeah, if I give you this load will you take his spot?" "Yes sir! Give it to me" He started really hammering into the bottom breeding him, wondering why this turns him on so much. "Fucking nice ass, give me a second" He called out into the phone saying he found a bottom like they asked. "Good, room 302 in the dark maze. You might have to wait your turn. " "I'm on my way" He went back into the sauna, told the bottom that they needed to find room 302 "OH the party room, they always find bottoms to slut out in there. I've done it a couple times follow me" "So how did you find out about these parties?" "OH I must have had to much to drink once because I met up with this hot daddy guy, but passed out. Came too a few hours later being fucked by a train of dudes, bound and gagged. Been hooked ever since" He was wondering if he was in the same spot as me. Forced to be a bathhouse cumdump. "OH looks a little busy" There was a few guys still standing around the door, most having had already breed me "Hey here's your bottom, a deals a deal." The bottom eagerly jumped on the bed next to me. "True a deals a deal, but how about you show me one last fuck. Your hubby here's been popular tonight don't you want to feel that hole? He's out cold and won't have any idea you breed him too" "I just need to get him out of here. . ." The husky guy was massaging my hole playing with the cum "Fuck it he already took so many whats one more" He lined up and slow fucked my hole taking his time to enjoy how wet I was, churning the loads that was in me "Fuck his ass is amazing, I didn't know he could be this wet. I'm not gonna last long." He started hammering my ass, flinging cum everywhere. "Here it cums baby . . . Fuck yes . . . Take it baby" He shot a massive load into me "Fuck yeah dude that's how you fuck a cumwhore, I'm sure we'll be seeing you two around again" He grabbed my phone off of the tripod handing it to my hubby. "Now take your whore and get out" He struggled to pick me up, since I was still out of it. So a couple burly types came over to offer to help move me, they took me out to the darkrooms. "Think you could help me get him back to the car?" "No, this is where we take the cumdumps I'm sure he'll be up soon" They threw me onto a fuck bench ass up "And here's your tip" He lined up with my ass and thrust balls deep. "Hey were done that was his last load in the room" The other guy grabbed my hubby and covered his mouth making him shut up and watch the onslaught. "Cumwhores are nothing but a cocksleve for men. I thought you learned that already now shut up unless you want to take his spot." He just sat there quietly, afraid to get the same treatment. He could feel the guy who was restraining him was rock hard waiting for his last turn. "Fuck yeah take it! Here it cums!" He breed me rough and deep slamming into me at least 4 times before pulling out. My hubby could see a clear rope of cum from my hole to the tip of my rappist "My turn" The second guy let go of my husband, and jammed himself as deep as he could go "Fuck yes, gonna give you one last gift boy" He didn't last long and also shot his load deep. "Fuck he has such a nice hole, I wonder if it'll ever close again" "Here, you'll need these" The first guy threw my hubby my clothes, key to the spreader bar, and some smelling salts "When your done with you whore put those under his nose and he'll be up in no time" "Thanks for sharing the slut" With that they dissapeared back into the darkness My husband sat there and wondered. He never felt so alive, so horny. He had no idea this side of himself existed. He contemplated. Should he use the salts unlock me and get me out of there? Or should he leave me tied there with no choice but to take any load that came by, while he goes back to the party . . . He could always say he was looking for me? . . . The choices, he thought . . . The end? Thanks for reading! Sorry if this one took a bit of a turn, wasn't sure how to continue it 😅😅😅

Part 2 I feel the heat of his body under mine, the tension in his muscles as he leans forward, his hands gripping the couch like he’s trying to ground himself. His body is bent just the way I want him, exposed and vulnerable in front of me, but still strong, still present—like he’s daring me to do something with all this control. The mirror across from us catches every movement—my body pressing into his, the way his head tilts just slightly, lips parted as he catches his breath. His eyes dart to mine in the reflection, and the look there—fuck—it’s like he’s letting me in, letting me see every piece of him, every inch of his desire. I slide a hand down his back, feeling the way his skin shivers under my touch. The warmth radiates off him, and I can feel his heartbeat in my chest, matching mine in the silent rhythm of our movements. “Stay still,” though I’m not sure if I’m telling him or myself. I’m barely holding it together, already lost in the feeling of him—so perfect beneath me. He doesn’t resist as I slap my 9” cock onto his smooth, tight hole. I line myself up, and then press forward, feeling the stretch as my foreskin pulls backward, my cock sinking deeper into him. His body tenses for a split second but then melts, as I watch him bite his lip in the reflection. God, he’s beautiful like this—completely open, completely mine in every way. I lean down, my chest brushing against his back, my lips barely grazing the curve of his neck. I can feel his body tremble under me, his skin warm, soft, and every inch of him responding to my touch. My hand slides down his side, fingers grazing the smoothness of his waist, feeling the slight tremor of his muscles. I pull him closer, pushing him into the couch with a steady pressure. The mirror catches the moment—our bodies moving together, the way I’m taking him, holding him there. His eyes lock with mine again, and in that reflection, I see it: the raw need, the desperation that mirrors my own. His pupils are blown wide, lips parted as he tries to hold it together, but he can’t. He’s lost in this, just as much as I am. I can’t help myself. My thumb slides over his jaw, pushing his face up to meet mine, forcing him to look at me, forcing him to see me. The reflection is everything. It’s him, it’s me, it’s the tension between us that’s unbearable. I push deeper, slowly, feeling him stretch around me. His body shakes under the pressure, but his hands grip the couch, holding himself still for me. I move again, deeper this time, my body pressing into his as I feel the friction, the tightness. He gasps, the sound tearing through the air, and I feel my control slip. The sensation of him beneath me is overwhelming. I lean forward, my chest pressing to his back, my lips grazing the nape of his neck, tasting the sweat on his skin, the salt of him, as I move inside him. The heat of him is everything—so soft, so warm against me. “You feel so fucking good,” I growl, my hand finding his waist again, fingers tightening as I pull him closer, deeper. The mirror shows the way he reacts—his body jerking with every thrust, the way his chest rises and falls, each breath a quiet plea. I lean over him, close enough to feel his pulse against my chest, close enough to taste the air between us. I keep moving, my rhythm steady now, building the pace, feeling the way his body fits with mine. His back arches again, pushing into me, and I know he’s close—closer than I expected. I can feel him shudder, his body tightening, and when he breathes my name—low, shaky, “Nico…”—it breaks everything. I grip him harder, pushing even deeper, watching the way his face contorts in the mirror, the pleasure, the tension, the raw need reflected back at me. His fingers dig into the couch cushions, his body giving way to every push, every stroke. I feel it—he’s mine, every inch of him, every sound he makes. I move faster, harder, and I hear him gasping, feeling the way his body finally gives in, trembling beneath me. He’s lost in it, just as much as I am. The reflection tells me everything. His eyes lock with mine again, wild, desperate, and I see the moment he breaks—his face twisted in pleasure, his body jerking beneath mine. Fuck, I can’t hold back anymore. I push him through it, pushing until we’re both lost in the rush. Then that’s when I hear it—the creak of the front door opening. The sharp sound rips through the air, jarring me out of the haze of my own mind. For a split second, I think it’s just my head playing tricks on me, the high messing with my senses, Cole’s tight fucking hole wrapped around me. But then the door opens wider, and I hear the unmistakable sound of shoes hitting the floor along with the words: “What the fuck?” For a split second, I don’t move, don’t say anything. I just freeze, and Cole, beneath me, does too. I’m still inside him, my grip on his waist firm, holding him in place as his breath hitches. The tension is suffocating, the silence louder than anything else in this fucking room. I don’t pull away. I don’t move. Instead, I slowly glance over at Moses, standing in the doorway, his eyes wide, a mixture of confusion, surprise, and something else I can’t quite read. He stands frozen, hands at his sides, staring at us like he’s processing what the fuck he just walked into. Cole’s body shifts beneath me, his face flushed with embarrassment. He looks up at me briefly, eyes searching mine, and I see it—the hesitation, the silent plea for me to fix this. But I don’t know how. I can’t fix this. Moses doesn’t speak at first, just glares, his gaze moving between me and Cole. He looks like he’s about to blow. “What the fuck is going on here?” He steps closer, his tone sharp and full of disbelief. I pull back slightly from Cole, slipping out of him with a quiet “pop”, but staying close, trying to maintain control, but fuck, everything’s spinning out of my hands now. I wipe my hand over my face, trying to find something to say. Moses’ eyes flicks to me, the anger in them flickering like a flame ready to burn everything down. “Seriously, Nico? My brother?” His voice is rough, but there’s something else there—something I didn’t expect. Maybe it’s the shock. Maybe it’s the disbelief. But it hurts more than I thought it would. I swallow hard, not sure where to start. I glance back at Cole, who’s still sitting there, his hands covering his lap, looking small in a way that doesn’t match how he normally is. I try to steady myself. “Moses, it’s not what you—” “Bullshit.” He cuts me off, voice rising now, his chest heaving with frustration. “This isn’t some fucking misunderstanding. I can see it. You’re actually fucking him, aren’t you?” I don’t answer at first. My breath is sharp, the words dying in my throat, and that’s when I realize—Moses isn’t just angry. There’s something else simmering under the surface, something conflicted. I meet his eyes, trying to read him. He’s not backing down, but the way his jaw is clenched, the way his hands are balled into fists, makes me wonder just how far this is going to go. I glance back at Cole again, who’s still silent, eyes on the floor. He’s not backing down either. Moses’ gaze shifts from me to Cole, and for a brief second, it softens, just the slightest shift. I see him look at Cole—like he’s seeing him in a way he hasn’t before. It’s almost… curious. He swallows hard, running a hand through his hair. “What the fuck is this, Nico?” I look at him, the weight of the moment crashing down. There’s no turning back from this. Not now. Not with him standing there, seeing us both in this fucking mess. But somehow, I find my voice, and this time, it’s clear. “It wasn’t supposed to happen like this, Moses. I never meant for any of this.” Moses shakes his head, still processing, still pissed. But there’s something in his eyes—something under all that anger. His voice drops to something lower, more tense, “So what? You’re fucking him, and now you want to make it okay?” I don’t know how to respond to that. Because the truth is, I don’t have the fucking words. I don’t know what any of this is, or what it means for us. Then, to my surprise, Moses takes a step forward, his face softening slightly. He looks at Cole, his brother, and there’s something there—something I can’t explain. He’s not just angry anymore. There’s this understanding, or at least the beginning of it, like he’s processing the new reality in front of him. He glances back at me, his voice quieter this time. “You’re both fucked up, but… shit, man. What the hell were you thinking?” I don’t have an answer. I never had an answer. But there’s this strange, unspoken understanding between Moses and me now—he’s still my best friend, still the guy I’ve known forever. But there’s no going back from this moment. He doesn’t say more. He just stands there for a moment, looking at me, then at Cole. The weight of it is too much. I stand there, still unsure of what the fuck happens next. Then Moses walks over to the coffee table, grabs the pipe off it, and inspects it for a second like it’s just a normal thing to do. His fingers wrap around it casually, like he’s deciding if he wants to hit it or hit me upside the head with it. I feel Cole shift beneath me, but I don’t pull away. I hold his body close, watching Moses carefully. Without looking back at us, Moses brings the pipe to his lips, lights it up, and takes a long, slow hit. His eyes look up at the cloud of smoke he exhales, his gaze sharpening as he looks back at us. “Well, don’t stop on my account,” he says nonchalantly, voice calm as he sits down across from us. The smoke curls around him. He’s completely unfazed. I feel Cole tense up beneath me, his eyes flicking nervously between Moses and me, his body half-turned, trying to process what the hell is happening. I stay still, not sure what the fuck to say, or do. My heart’s still pounding in my chest from pounding Cole just a few moments ago, and now Moses is here—watching us, like he’s completely comfortable with this. I expect him to be pissed. Maybe call it a mistake. But instead, he just sits there, eyes watching us closely as he takes another drag from the pipe, blowing out another thick cloud of smoke. Moses’ eyes flick to Cole for a moment, studying him, before turning back to me, almost like he’s waiting for me to break the silence. Cole shifts again, his voice shaky, but he tries to speak. “You… you want to watch, or…?” The words hang in the air awkwardly, and I feel his unease ripple through me. Moses isn’t just walking in on us—he’s sitting down like he’s made himself part of this. Moses exhales slowly, blowing the smoke out to the side as if he’s giving the question some thought. “Yeah, I want to watch,” he says casually, like he’s talking about something as simple as a movie. But there’s a sharpness to his tone that catches me off guard. There’s no judgment, no disgust, just the quiet acceptance of it all—like he’s been around enough to know that this is just what happens. I stare at him for a second. This is weird. Sure, we all get high together. We all know the drill. But to sit here and watch? This is new. But I don’t know what to say to that. I don’t know how to tell Moses this is crossing some line I didn’t even realize existed. I should feel anger, but instead, I just feel a tinge of confusion. Why is he so okay with this? “You sure about that?” I ask, voice still low, not entirely hiding the surprise that I’m feeling. Moses shrugs nonchalantly, his expression unreadable. “Why the hell not? Might as well… see it all the way through.” I feel Cole shift underneath me, his body stiffening with uncertainty. He meets Moses’ gaze briefly, his mouth opening like he’s about to say something, but nothing comes out. His hands are still gripping the couch like he’s trying to hold on to whatever bit of normalcy is left in this fucked-up situation. “This is… strange,” Cole mutters, his voice softer, eyes flicking nervously between Moses and me. He’s still trying to figure out how to process this, still caught between confusion and something else—maybe desire, maybe something darker. Moses leans back in the chair, blowing out another cloud of smoke and making a lazy circle in the air with it. “Is it? Or are you just not used to someone calling it out like it is?” He lets the silence settle in, the tension rising. I feel Cole’s body relax a little beneath me, but I can tell his mind is still racing. He’s confused, uncertain—but a part of me can see it in his eyes. He’s curious. Moses, on the other hand? He’s too comfortable in this situation. His gaze shoots back to me, sharp as ever, waiting for me to make the next move. He’s just sitting there, completely at ease with the whole fucking situation, his face unreadable. Another hit. Another cloud of smoke. Like he’s watching some fucked-up movie unfold in front of him, but this movie is real. I feel the tension tighten in Cole’s body as I move again, my hands gripping his hips, pulling him closer to me. He’s so fucking soft under my touch, like I could break him with just a look, but he’s strong—he holds himself together, even as my body pushes against his, every inch of him tight, ready. “You’re still okay with this?” I ask, my voice low, rough. The words taste like fire in my mouth, but I need to know. I need to hear it from him. Cole nods, his breath hitching, his fingers gripping my wrist as he pulls me in closer. “Yeah,” he says, voice shaky, but sure. “I want this.” And there it is. That fucking thing in his eyes—the desire, the need, the acceptance of what’s happening. Without a second thought, I line my cock back to Cole’s hole. This time, staring Moses directly in the eyes as I push into Cole harder, feeling him tighten, his body reacting to every inch of me. I turn to Cole and watch him fall apart in front of me, his chest rising and falling as I set the pace. His lips part, gasping, and I’m right there with him, losing myself in the movement, in the feeling. Cole’s body moves with mine, the friction pulling us closer. His breath quickens, and I can tell he’s fighting it—fighting the urge to lose himself, to give in to what we’re doing. But there’s no holding back now. I shift, pushing harder, making him take me deeper. His back arches again, his hands moving to grip the cushions beneath us, knuckles white, and I feel the tension in his body snap, the first wave of release hitting him hard. He groans, his body shaking beneath me, his head tipping back, and I can’t help the low growl that escapes me as I feel him tremble. Fuck. “Don’t stop,” he whispers, his voice hoarse. He grips my wrist harder, pulling me closer, deeper. I don’t. I can’t. I move faster now, no restraint, no holding back. The mirror catches us both—the way he moves beneath me, the way I’m taking him, and I can’t stop watching him. His face is a picture of raw need, of surrender, and fuck, it’s beautiful. And then, in the background, I hear Moses, his voice a low murmur over the quiet crackling of the pipe. ”Don’t get too excited there, Nico. You may have popped my brother’s cherry, but I’ll be damned if I’m not the first one who busts a nut inside him.”

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.

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

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

I would have loved to do that to my dad. He and my mom were such horny fuckers. I used to catch them fucking. My mom sucking Dad’s cock, him fingering her. He was such a fit and handsome man, a surfer, tan, and muscular. I used to shower naked with him. His cock was handsome, large, and very thick. I must have inherited this trait from him. Heard my Mom’s father was super hung, too.

Oh, this needs to continue with the hibby kicking back and watching for the next few hours. 😈

I previously posted that my first encounter of this year was a nearby RV campsite. Turns out this might be a gold mine for getting fucked and bred. For the last 3 months l, I’ve been able to hookup with someone who’s resting while traveling and now I’m hoping I can keep this up for the rest of the year! After chatting with a guy I decided to meet up at his RV. Dude immediately caught my attention due to his rugged look and hairy chest. Did the short drive over and we started by sitting on his couch making small talk. We then started making out and before I knew it I had his dick out and started to suck. We then went over to his bed and got into some real passionate kissing. He fingered my hole for a while to get me ready and it didn’t take me long for my hole to get wet. He spooned me and slipped inside me and began to fuck me in a nice rhythm. I could feel his hairy chest brush against my back and it drove me crazy. We switched around to different positions and I hadn’t noticed that his windows were open and this was in the middle of the day. I could hear people walking outside and there was a sort of nearby picnic table area that I noticed on the way in. I wonder if he did that on purpose but it aroused me even more thinking someone could hear. I think it was at this point that he picked up his pace and started thrusting harder and faster. He had me on my back and started to kiss me while fucking me and then he blew his load inside me while still kissing me. We laid like that for a min or two and I was going crazy at the thought of his load settling in nicely inside me. We chatted for a bit more before I left. As I was driving away I caught some people looking at me that were parked in the same row as he was. Made me feel embarrassed but with excitement lol

Out cycling this week. Stopped at a park bathroom. Guy was in the last stall. I took the one next to him. He did an old school foot tap. I wasted no time and pulled off my shorts and stuck my ass under the stall divider. He seemed to appreciate what he saw and finger my ass for a while, stretching me open. However he didn't fuck me and I wanted it bad. I dressed and got back on the bike, heading up another 10 miles to the next park with a pretty good cruising area. I smiled at the first guy I saw, an older bald portly Latino man, and walked my bike back into the woods. He followed me to a secluded retaining wall. Not much foliage cover yet this year. I was on my knees quickly and had his uncut cock in my mouth. Not long but thick. He groaned as I sucked, tasting his salty precum. I thought I was just going to get a quick load in my mouth. Then I looked up and noticed two other guys watching and jerking. One started to blow the other. I made eye contact with the one getting blown (older, thin, big uncut cock) while I sucked my first guy more. I slipped my shirt off and pulled down my shorts and positioned myself so my ass was exposed while I sucked. I felt fingers start to play with my hole. The second guy came around and pulled my mouth off the first guy to suck his cock. The first guy moved behind me, spit on my ass, and shoved his cock in my hole pretty hard. Luckily all the earlier fingering had me open enough and there was plenty of my spit still on his dick. They spit roasted me for while before swapping positions. I was loving it! Then they switched back soon the first guy was fucking me again while I sucked the second. It wasn't long until he sped up and grunted, shooting a good sized load in me. He pulled out, zipped up, and walked off. The second guy took his place pretty fast, but only lasted a few more minutes before he added his load. He left pretty quickly. All this was without any of us saying a single word. I dunno if they spoke English. I gathered my clothes, got dressed, and continued my ride. I did 70 miles that day, most of it with 2 loads in my ass. Just how I like it. Glad it's Spring.

There is no more beautiful sight than a freshly seeded manhole

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

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.

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

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.

WARNING: SOME VIOLENT CONTENT (2002) i made it to the age of 23 with my virginity intact even though I went to a liberal college famous for its gay activism and cruising. I just couldn't work up the nerve. It bugged me a little because most of my friends had started having sex in high school. It's not like I didn't have a sex drive or was unattractive...I just lacked even the tiniest amount of bravery. Maybe most of you already know that the longer you go without action, the more fantasies and fetishes start blooming in your brain...and the more you beat off. I had accumulated a huge porn collection by the time I graduated and moved out on my own. I decided on my 23rd birthday that I needed to get my cherry popped within a year. I went to a bar in my neighborhood that I figured was gay because of the rainbow flag that hung over the doorway. As luck would have it, it turned out to be the roughest, sleaziest spot in town. The instant I walked in, I knew I didn't belong in this place. The big bear of a bouncer studied my ID for a long time. "Have fun", was all he said after handing it back to me. There were TVs everywhere, showing porn and music videos. Most of the customers were older than me and wore leather stuff. One unhealthy-looking guy sat at the bar wearing nothing but leather bikini shorts. Some of them were handsome and many of them were definitely not. I tried to act like I'd been here a thousand times already but I doubt anybody bought it. The stares were coming from all directions. Dark eyes sizing up the new kid. I saw an open spot at the bar and ordered a beer. I looked at the TV screen above the liquor bottles and wondered what would happen next. There was a guy sitting next to me who was all leathered-up and probably in his 60's. And drunk. The thing was...he was the least threatening man in my vicinity. He was close to passing out...and so I resumed watching an old Madonna video on the screen. My goal was to finish my three dollar beer and leave. Done. Good-bye. I headed for the door and caught the bouncer's eye again. "Not your kind of place, huh? Well at least you didn't have to pay a cover tonight." I felt the need to apologize for some reason. "It's a nice place. I just need to go." "Wait just a minute or two. There was some kind of fight or something in the parking lot and the cops are out there. Cars, flashing lights." I stood there like the scared doofus I was. In my blue Izod shirt, new jeans and loafers. I was so stupid to just saunter in this place. The bouncer hopped up and left me alone...and then soon came back with a fresh beer and a wooden stool for me to sit on. Nice guy. "Thanks. How much longer do you think I need to stay?" He peeked out the window. "They're cuffing somebody. Shit's going down because they've got the K9 unit out. Drugs, probably." We listened as more sirens sang their way to the parking lot. "Holy shit, Does this happen a lot?" "Regularly. You're safe next to me. What's your name?" "Matt. Yours?" "I'm Brian. You're a cutie. Stay here and keep me company." Brian wasn't 'a cutie' exactly. He was in his 30's, very tall, a little fat and had that weird kind f mustache that reminds you of a walrus. He also had bucked teeth. But yet I felt electricity when he looked at me. He had a leather cap which only somewhat disguised that he was losing his hair. We spent the rest of the evening talking about the scene. The scary guys filtered out slowly and then it was closing time. I sat and watched the exit parade. So many of them scowled at me for whatever reason. "Let's go get breakfast," Brian said as he came back. Well, we skipped IHOP and just went to his place. I wanted to. He had a roommate who was always out getting fucked or partying (or both). They used to do it together, but Brian was older, more tired and had specific tastes. He was a "dad looking for a "son". I was agreeing to everything he proposed for us, but the truth is I just wanted sex. I wanted to see him naked at least. And I did. For about an hour. I massaged his back and size 17 bare feet, but then he went to sleep. I slept on the couch for a few hours until sunrise crept into the room. For the next few weeks, we "dated". It was never going to be serious. We weren't what each other wanted. He wanted a "boy". He wanted me to go get leather gear and have my head shaved down to a crew cut. I was okay with being a submissive, but I wasn't cutting my hair or wearing some leather vest or collar out in public. At least he was kinky. He liked to pee on and in me...and had a hatred for condoms. Only problem was that he couldn't get me relaxed enough to take his dick. He once got it almost a third of the way in, and that seemed celebration-worthy. "I didn't cum, but I put some swimmers in there." Brian also wanted to lick my ass, but I never liked the idea of that. It was just too gross. Why would a guy do that to another guy? One night we lied in bad and tried to discuss things. Brian told me about a little device he had that gave out electric shocks. Wha? He was into discipline and control. He had straps and cuffs and gags ready to go. He was older and knew more stuff, but I knew what and what I could not deal with. I was new, but I wouldn't apologize for not being into his scene. "C'mon. Tell me the sickest thing you'd do with another man." His huge dick was hard and standing up. I hesitated. I had some dark fantasies that I'd never say out loud. "Well...." He wanted to hear something, anything that we could share. "I have rape fantasies. I want forced sex. I want to asleep in my bed and have a group of guys break in and fuck me against my will." He laughed. "You're not nearly ready for that. Look how much time and effort it took me to just get partially into your ass. I can make it happen, but you need some preparation beforehand." "How do prepare for a rape?" "Start using a dildo. You need to loosen up that ass of yours first. If you stay tight, the rape won't be sexy for you. It'll feel like somebody breaking your ribs." "Oh." "I've got some here, but they're too big for you to start with. We'll go to 'Treasures' tomorrow and do a little shopping." And so a day later I came home with some little rubber dicks of various sizes and widths. Also some lube. He instructed me to start out with the smallest one and let him know when I got the biggest all the way in. All that week I worked those things into me while watching porn. The last one was the most difficult, but I got it all the way in. And started to enjoy the sensation more and more. When I called Brian to tell him about my progress, he was happy. "That last one is just slightly smaller than my dick! That means I can finally fill you all the way up! I'm saving my load for then. Saturday good?" And it happened. Finally my virginity was officially gone. We fucked regularly for a month, but he was growing bored.He really wanted me to be a true submissive and call him "Dad". He wanted me to wear and collar and have a crew cut. He also wanted to brand me with, like, an actual branding iron. I couldn't make myself love him enough to do all that shit. We drifted apart and the phone calls stopped. I knew the end was coming, but I still missed him. I never went to the bar he worked at, I'd find another place, but I needed some time to grieve, I was convinced I was over it all and ready to be available again that weekend. Saturday probably. On Friday night I got super stoned and listened to Depeche Mode. There was a heavy knock at my door. Shit! Was my music too loud? Did the weed fumes leak out into the hall? I had no clue. "Who is it?" "Security. Can we come in?" Busted. I opened the door slightly and a bunch of large men burst in and I was knocked to the floor. A heavy boot was on my head and then my wrists were tied behind my back with nylon rope. "Gag him, Stan." I could've sworn that was Brian's voice. I almost cried out to him, but there was now a rubber ball in my mouth that was secured with an elastic band around the back of my head. "You sure about this, Brian?" "Oh yeah. He's been wanting this. Carry him to the bed -- it's right through that door." Was this real? I was carried to my bed and plopped down on my back. A big, meaty hand was covering my eyes. "Should I use the blindfold?" "No. Let him see everything so he'll have a nice memory. Get undressed and I'll fuck him first. Danny is last of course." (chuckles) And then I was face to face with Brian. "Christmas came early, Son. No snow, however -- this is a dry Christmas. I wasn't sure what he meant until he plowed his dick into my ass with no lube. My God! It was like having a wad of sandpaper shoved up there. I was unable to scream, but tears formed in the corners of my eyes. He didn't stop. He had his patterns I was familiar with. Fast, fast, slow, still, and then super fast and cum. He rested his heavy body on top of me for a minute and then got up. "You can take the gag out now. I got him nice and lubed for you. I want to hear how much he's enjoying this." A new guy who had acne scars and sort of a mohawk straddled me. He wanted to be sucked. I did. He loved that. I thought he was stiffening his body because he was about to cum, but no, He pissed down my throat. I wanted to pull away, but his knees were locking me into place. And my hands were literally tied. His flow leveled off, and then he started fucking me. He was a little larger than Brian and it wasn't painless, but it wasn't unpleasant either. I liked it when he finally made a final thrust of cum inside me. I was moaning and talking nonsense words of pleasure. "Shit, Brian? Why are you taking a video of this??" "Just in case he flakes out and wants to go to the cops. We have proof that he liked it." Guy # 3 had a huge piercing in the end of his dick. I was glad he didn't want a blowjob because that thing could break a tooth. He just got down to the business of fucking me. I learned then that you really can't feel a metal ring shoved all the way up your rectum. I guess I was all loose and open at that point. I made more groaning noises because I knew Brian wanted to hear them. But really I didn't feel much more than a nice pinch inside. He came and crawled off. How many were there? Was that Danny? Was he the last? "Let him rest a minute and then it's Danny's turn." I looked over at Brian. He was getting all of this on videotape. I looked at the lens and said "These men are innocent. I invited them here to do what you've seen. OK, Brian. You can stop with the camera already." "No way. You're going to want a record of this. Danny has the biggest dick in the city...and it's lethal. He's got some deadly seed in those balls. You gonna get pregnant, Son." 'Danny' sounds like an innocent little kid's name, but the dude hovering over me looked like a chubby Charles Manson after a bender. He let his full weight settle on me before spreading my legs farther apart. He got the head in. "Shit, boy. You're so full of cum and blood. Try to tighten up for me a little. I'll make it worth your while. I got a dirty dick...dirtier than most. You have it in you now. I'm going to plant my poison in you - hope you've got good health insurance." I looked over at Brian. "HIV??" "Among other things", he said while still filming. "We probably all have it. We all fuck the same guys as well as each other. I might have given you some stuff already. Just enjoy Danny now." I tried. He was just so big. Inch after inch kept snaking its way into me. When would it end? He was inhuman. He took the longest to cum. He did and it hit somewhere deep in my organs. "Get dressed, fellas. He's spent. We'll show ourselves out." Brian untied my hands, kissed me on the forehead and left. My sickest fantasy had become a reality. What the hell could be next? I'l keep you posted.

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.

Cody ‘Hiv positive.’ Cody read. Who the hell did I stick my dick in with hiv? He asked himself silently while ignoring his doctor. Cody was 6 months away from his twenty first birthday, a typical 5ft 5 in, in shape, with light brown shaggy hair, and blindlingy bright blue eyes. Cody started to think about it, he had been a man whore since getting his own place, and then there was all the anonymous park sex. His sex life was over. He sighed to himself. He took his lecture from his doctor and went to the pharmacy to get his meds, and went home.two to three months with no unprotected sex , He took his meds then went to his room. He meant to type poz in the browser search bar but typed it into into a porn search accidently. “What is this?” He asked tapping on a video, titled , pozzing a twink. It was a video a a man in his late thirties with a biohazard tattoo fucking a twink, with the twink begging for a poz load. Cody adjusted him self, sub concioounsly, hearing this twink beg for poz cum was hot in ways cody never thought of before. He watched as the top ‘pozzed’ the bottom, filling him with ’toxic’ cum. He almost came to that video, but got on sniffises instead. He posted an ad, ‘ poz top twink for neg.’ and went back to his videos. He forgot about his ad getting lost in a couple of longer videos, when he came back he had a couple of messages. Two from bots, and one from a profile name subdaddy. Codys cock throbbed, he loved daddies. he opened the five minute old message. Cody loved to be in the ass of an daddy, he needed to try pozzing one. It was a standard wats up message, cody answered back not much As it turned out daddy was looking for a poz load, and Cody volunteered his for daddy. Cody drove to daddy’s hotel room. The door was propped open, so he entered the room, it was lit, and daddy was laying on the bed naked, ass up stomach down. Cody was rock hard, his nine inch cock, dripping precum. He set his phone on his mini tripod on a chair close to the bed dropped his shorts, and ate daddy out. Daddy moananed as he drove his toung deep into daddys thigh pink clean hole. Cody had watched an hour of pozzing porn, and knew exactly what he wanted to do. He knew that a lubless spit fuck, would increase the odds of infection. So would fucking his cum into this bitch as daddy, and so would cuming twice luckly he could do both. Aftwer daddy was thoughly wet he crawled on top of daddy, guided His hot poz cock into daddies hole, laying down on daddy. “Oh fuck daddy your so tight.” He groaned. “Your so big!” Daddy moanded. Once inside daddy he thrust all the way in hard, ensuring daddy was fertile, daddy crid out. “Take it you nasty pig.” Cody grunted, pulling out and sliding back in not quite as hard, he had to make sure daddy was fertile. Codys rock hard large poz cock felt so good in the tight little daddy hole, he started to fuck in to a rhythm., and he took daddies hands from his sides and slide them above his head and pinned them there with one arm. Cody wasnt going to let this man go, not until he was leaking with his poz cum. Cody had never been so driven to cum in a partner before, it was hot. He had barely just begun but he was already so close to shooting his load Deep in the ass of daddy. So close to making daddy his little bitch. “Fucking poz me.” Daddy moaned. With that Coddy couldn’t control himself, the virus deep inside him had to get out and his cock started to throbb, on a thrust out, and by the time he was thrusting in he was shooting his first rope of toxic cum pushing it in deep to daddies guts. Relaeasing not only thousands of sperm but tens of shounsdas of hiv viurses “Fucking take that poz load you fucking whore.” He grunted letting his cock throb deep in daddies guts, un able to control his primal instinct of slIding out ever so slightly, letting his cock pulse and then pushing in, repeating for each rope of thick cum he shot. Daddy moaned with each rope, as his ass got filled with toxic cum. Cody embarrsed for cumming so quickly, started to fuck his load hard in and out of daddy, at first he gorand out because he was so sensitive, but he had to make sure th at daddy, didn’t get out of this bed, a negative man. It wasny long before daddies ass was leaking cum, and making quifing noises, it wasn’t too much longer before, cody, fucked another load into daddy, this time not stoping.. Cody wanted daddy to feel the moment he was converented, to fucking remember that a twenty year old gave him hiv. Now he wanted to fucking give that virus every chance to stick around in daddy, so he just fucked his load in. “Fucking take another one of my poz loads!” He grunted giving daddy a second poz lod. He didntt stop. Hhe increased his rythmy to just below breeding speed, and leaned down into daddies ear and wshipred. “I fucking poozzed a man almost twice my age, you nasty little cumdump.” Sweat started to roll down his fore head, and he started to smell his own secent, as sweat started to cover his whole body. “I just pozzed you hard, and soon I’m going to walk out of this room, and leave you here a nasty fuck…ing.” Cody started to slow down, the climax of his third orgasam was always so strong. His cock throbbed, and his body spasamed and he thurst hard invonetarly into daddy, and pumped a nother thick 4 rope load of cum. Cody got up , grabbed his phone, showed all three of his poz loads, ozzing out, pink. He smirked and pushed some of his cum back in daddy, scratching daddies hole with his nail, and left with out saying a word.

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There are several countries (I think Germany is one) where all the marriages are civil ceremonies at city hall … and then if you also want a religious wedding afterwards you can …. That would certainly be a solution It makes me mad when various religious institutions get all twisted about gay marriage…. The solution is really easy… don’t perform them in your church Just like the Catholic Church doesn’t “marry” a couple if one of them has been divorced…

The most beautiful thing I've ever done was taste my dad's 8" uncut cock at 13, then filling him turn my hole into his pussy. For the next 5 years dad taught me how to please men.

Wishes aside, Trump is DEFINITELY NOT in the best of health. He is displaying to many "symptoms" that indicate major health issues. He is grossly obese, certainly high BP, continually repeats / slurs words & statements, rambles / irrelevant in speeches, forgetfulness, definite right sided leg weakness, rapid fluctuation in moods. These are just some of his obvious health issues & with rumours that his last Presidency was held under a falsified medical examination (examining Dr stated, he had not signed the report) his prospects of seeing out 4yrs do not look good.

I've had them in my ass a couple times. There's something about that ice cold that kinda fucks your hole up at first, but then it feels great as they melt. Love the feel of them.

Took so long to rescue him he’s probably already knocked up with quadruplets

We need to do away with the idea that a member of the clergy can legally marry a couple. Every marriage should be registered with civil authorities and ONLY those marriages are legally valid. If the couple wants to go on to have a religious ceremony, they can do so but it would have no force of law. The civil recognition would need to be called "marriage" to avoid problems when couples visit other countries that don't recognize "civil unions." Religions can call the ceremony whatever they want.

Somehow I always seem to have at least one young stud around who's really into fucking Daddy ass and fill me up with jizz. It may no longer be as often as I would like but often enough to keep my hole satisfied.

I’m totally into the idea of internal video from the inside- been thinking maybe a combo of an internal camera and a speculum might be the best way to do it

<looking right>. <looking left>. <glancing behind>. Who? Me?

Part 15 I awaken in the middle of the night and I’m a bit startled, feeling a wet warmth around my cock. Enjoying the pleasurable feeling on my penis, I remember Tom was planning on joining me when he got home. Glancing down, sure enough Tom is eagerly sucking my cock, which has already grown hard of its own volition. Glancing at the clock, it reads 3:30 AM. Perfect, I note, we can play for an hour or two and I will still get to work on time. Noticing I’m awake, Tom pulls off my cock and deeply kisses me. I can taste ass, cum, and the saltiness of his sweat on his upper lip. Clearly someone has been having a good time. I pull him into me, inhaling his essence as he breathes. I’m sucking in his exhalation and he mine, both of us depending on the other to fill our lungs. My cock is so fucking hard. Tom whispers into my ear that he’s taken three loads tonight and tells me he wants my seed in him. So far Tom has been the alpha dominate top with me. Even the night he used my cock as a masturbatory aide, he was still very much in complete control. So tonight, or this morning I guess, I readily respond to his invitation, sensing a shift as he’s wanting me to dominate him. I tell him I want to eat his ass and to get in position.. Tom lies face down, his knees bent, ass in the air with his legs spread wide for me. Looking at my target, I find his hole is slightly gaped. I lean in licking his recently fucked hole. As my tongue probes, I’m rewarded with a dollop of cum mixed ass juice. I continue probing tasting the ripe load. As I continue eating his fuck entrance, licking and boring my tongue inside his ass opens and is slowly dripping cum from his hole. Kneeling up and using the cum for lube, I add a load of spit, then straddle him and slowly enter his hole with my cock. He’s open enough, that I slide right in with any easy slide as I bottom out and my balls hit his ass. His fuck tunnel is wet and smooth, with just enough grip to remind me how much I do love fucking a guy. He demands that I recharge him and my pace quickens. I start pounding his hole, relishing the sensation. He’s groaning with each thrust. I’m rutting in heat as I pummel his hole. I quicken the pace, sweat now dripping from my face as I continue fucking him with abandon. My cock easily slides in and out of his ass. After a good ten minutes of continuously plowing his hole, I feel my balls contract and tell him it’s time for my toxic load to baste his canal. I ride the wave, slamming into him as my load quickly erupts into this stud’s ass. My cock pumps at least 7 times as my cum mixes with the cum already lining his back passage. As my cock slightly deflates, I pull out and collapse on my back. Abruptly, Tom’s attitude flips and the alpha male is back. He looks at me at and sternly commands I clean up the mess I just made. He squats over my face positioning his ass right at my mouth. I start to lick his hole, when he says, open your mouth fucker. As I do so, his ass puckers and a jet of cum squirts in my mouth. He pushes down and his asshole blooms open and more cum is released. I willingly swallow what I can, but a decent amount ends up on my face and chin. He instructs me to lick his ass clean. As I finish my tongue worship of his hole, Tom scoops up some cum from my faces and uses it to slicken my hole. Standing at the end of the bed, Tom pulls me by the legs and spreads my legs. He hawks up a load of spit and drools it onto my hole. Then, without mercy Tom rams his cock in me to the hilt. I scream at his quick entry and the force of his cock as it rips my ass wide open. He holds still for just a second as I take in a deep breath and willing my hole to relax. Tom, not really caring if I’m ready starts a strong steady fuck. I spread my legs further to make his job easier in claiming his prize. He’s soon increasing his rhythm, beginning to pummel my ass. I’m once again amazed at the stud’s depth of assault and energy. He’s pounding hits my prostate and forces through my second hole into the sigmoid colon. Tom is soon long dicking me as I moan in ecstasy as his assault continues. I’ve been turned into an orifice, a receptacle for his toxic load. I’m once again hard as a rock. Looking me in the eye, Tom’s pace slows a bit. He asks if I’m truly ready for the journey he wants to take me on. I tell him, I’m so fucking ready to anything he wants to do with me. With that, he leans into me, grabs my mouth and spits in my face. He accumulates a massive load of spittle and lets the slopper drool into my open mouth. He shoves several fingers in my mouth and rams them deep into my throat. Using his hand to fuck my throat, he causes me to struggle for breath. At the same time, pace of his fuck of my hole quickens. He pulls his hand out of my mouth, and I sputter, catching my breath. Tom’s hand slides down to my throat. You sure, he asks again. I breathe out a yes, dominate me, destroy my hole and make me yours. His grip tightens on my neck as the fuck intensity gets even stronger. I feel my face getting flush as I struggle for air. I squirm as his pounding is absolute. Tom slams into me with every ounce of strength he has. He is so deep inside me I feel completely full. He groans, clearly delivering a load up my ass. Just as I worry, I’m in trouble and getting dizzy, Tom releases the hold on my throat. Gasping for air I slowly recover. Tom, still hard, continues fucking me with a slow deliberate stroke. Clearly I’ve been leaking profusely with the huge amount of precum that coats my dick. His intensity increases and with just a few strokes, my cock erupts with an intensity of orgasm, I’ve rarely had on its own, hands free. I spasm as wave after wave of pure pleasure racks me to the core. My orgasm goes in a crescendo up and down my body, and I thrash with each successive wave. Riding the current, it takes a few minutes for me to regain my awareness of anything external to my own pleasure. My stomach is covered in ejaculate while Tom’s still inside me. He screams as he cums again from my ass clenching around his cock that my orgasm provided him. Tom slides his cock from my hole and falls back. Tom says, what the fuck, man; I’ve never seen anyone cum so hard and it overtake their entire body like that. I tell him only one other person has done that for me. He pulls me into a deep kiss. Lying atop me, I wrap my legs around his torso and arms around his neck as we deeply kiss and devour each other’s mouths. As we recover from our sex high, we fall back relaxing. Just then my alarm rings, meaning it’s time to face a new day. I rise to take a shower and as I’m walking across the room feel cum dripping down my leg. Getting in the shower, Tom joins me. We lather each other, cleaning each other off, reluctant to break the spell. Tom dries me off and tells me to get dressed, watching closely with a deep longing in his eyes. With a grin, he reminds me to be home before 7 as that’s when the guys will be here to look at the job. He comes and kisses me as I watch his naked form exit back outside towards the casita.

That's a pretty good start. I'm interested where it goes next. Liked when he heard the clicks and hissing of the lighter. That sound is a great mating-call. heh heh. And I liked when they got to the house that he just got a the feeling that there were other people somewhere in the house.

Cody found a new sex life, and he was god in it. He was hung, young, and always ready to burst toxic cum. Tonight he was looking for some completely anon and nsa sex, so he was at the arcade in the book store, a first for him. It was dark dirty and dingy, not to mentioned cramped. There were guys lustfully mentally undressing him as he searched for a spot. He walked in to a booth and closed the door it wss no biggers than 5 by 5 with a hole cut out waist level, there was an ass pressed to it, with a nice looking hole. Cody went to his knees grabbing it and held the legs in place and ate out the hole working his toung and spit deep in it. The bottom was disappointingly quite, cody stood and pressed the head of his cock againts and into the hole of the man. The mans hole was hungry Cody slid in fast and essy. He felt wet in the mans ass cody slid is cock out and it was covered by other mens cum. Cody grunted it was so hot and pushed the cum back in. Cody slid his fingers around the bottom hips and held him in place as he built up a rhythm of hard fast and sweety. Cody was getting close,the pleasure from his climax was unreal, he felt his cock throb and he slmammed into the bottom. “you want my poz load? “ he whispered as his cock throbbed his first rope of cum into the bottom cody thought of as neg. The bottom jerked away, but cody had enough grip that he couldn’t get away. cody thought he probably was neg, but codys cock throbbed again and pumped the guy full of more wonderfully toxic cum. “just take it its ok” cody whispered as he finished still holding the man. Cody let go. “ bastard” the man grunted while he left. Cody held back a chuckle and slid his cock back through the hole. Maybe not telling them was better, codys cock throbbed at the idea of actually stealthing some one. it was the ultimate feeling power. The door closed and two sets of young lips walked up and cleaned codys cock. The namless lips, eyes and chin sucked cody really good for three minutes but cody wanted to breed. “give me ypur ass. “ cody grunted quietly. “I don’t know., “ a young voice replied like younger than cody. , “come on” cody pressured. “ I want your cum. “ the voice said. “ and youll get it some where else. Ass! “ cody demanded as he removed his cock from the larger than nesscary hole. There was a sigh and the sound of pants hitting the filthy floor. A nice small and tight ass was placed in the hole. Cody got to his knees and burried is toung in to the hole, making the twink moan for minutes. Cody stood put his cock againts the very tight hole. Cody was just about ready to slid in. “stop… “the voice said almost frantic. It took every ounce of self control for cody not to penetrant the bottom, still he tightened his grip on the hips. “could you come over here? “ Cody thought, he wanted to blow his load in him anonymously but… “sure but I can get a bit rough. “ There was a pause. “ok come over” Cody slid his sweats up and went to the other room, it looked bigger from the outside. guys were now eyeing cody with a lot more respect. He knocked on the door, and it unlatched. Cody went in and dropped his shorts, before the door closed and before he got a good look at the bottom. He looked at the bottom, and recognized him as a guy that used to give him crap in high school. He was younger than cody, cody gussed this had to be his senior year. This was going to be hot and feel good for two reasons. They guy didn’t reconzie cody hower. Then cody realized it was highschool lunch hour, and he smirked. Cody pressed the bottom againts the wall, and gently slid his toxic cock inside his old bully. He knew how powerfull edging a bottom was, how if done right it could drive a bottom to do nearly anything. Cody started to stoke the bottoms pleasingly small cock. “does that feel good?” cody asked faking concern so the bottom wouldn’t back out. The bottom moaned and nodded his face pressed against the smooth bathroom stall style wall. Cody throbbed his cock deep in the bottom, and he moand pleasingly. “you know im going to cum in you? “ “yea” the bottom moaned and nodded. Cody slowly built up a rhythm, untill he was going so hard that the bottom moaned loudly after each powerful thrust. Cody glaced over at the holein the wall and noticed a set of eye watching. Cody felt the bottoms cock spasam, he squezzed his head hard ruining the orgasm, and he fucked the bottom harder. Now the bottom was practically screaming, and the wall was rattling. Cody brought the bottom to his edge again, and ruined it. Cody was enjoying himself too much to be close to cumming. Twinks had the tightest asses and this twink bottom was no exception. “im going to breed you so hard. “ cody grunted louldly the bottom nodded. Cody brought the bottom to his edge ruined it, and wiped the bottom precum on his stomach. Cody was close now, so he started to bring the bottom close to his point, but not quite there. Cody was close to shooting now. “im going to cum. “ he said. “ do it. “ the bottom moamed. Codys cock throbbed and he had to slow down to keep from cumming. “im poz. “ cody said slowing down more, he had to hear his bullies response. “i… I.. Don’t care. “ the bottom moaned. With that cody slid out, grabbed the head of his own cock and calmed himself down. Cody forced the bottom to the floor, the bottom now noticing the eyes on the way to the floor. “theyre fine” cody grunted getting ready to remount the bottom. Cody mounted and slid back in the now well-worn ass. Cody quickly restarted thrusting hard. Cody forced the bottoms face to the sticky grimy yet slick floor. “yea whoes bitch are you. “ “yours” the bottom moaned out, barely audble over the claping sound codys hips were making againts the bottoms ass. Cody grunted and started plantimg his ditry seed with violent and uncontrollable thrust into the bottom. The bottom moaned as he recived codys hot cum. “that’s it just accept my poz load you worthless whore.” cody grunted very loudly his hips still spasiming into the bottom. Cody shot nine thick and large ropes. Cody stod pulled up his pants and opened the door. “thanks Sean. “ he smirked down at the quivering bottom, who looked up horrified at cody, still unaware who cody was. New chapter Cody saved up a few days worth of cum, and got on sniffies. He posted his usal ad, dom poz twink 4 neg and went on to watching some porn. He had been edging for days and was kind of bord with what he could find porn wisd. He found no messages, so he went to the park bath room seeing it was active on scruff. He found went into the empty stall and tapped his foot under the stall three times indicating he was a top, the guy in the other stall tapped his foot twice indicating he was a bottom. Cody drooped his sweat pants and let his semi hard toxic tool flop out flinging pre cum forward. Then he got on his knees pressing his pelvis againts the wall of his stall. Cody moaned as a pair of lips started teasing the head of his cock before taking most of him, before gagging. After cody was hard and pulled his cock away, and the bottom put his larger cheeks under the stall. Cody pressed his cock againts the bottoms hole his precum caused his cock to slide effortlessly over the mans hole. Cody gripped his cock working his cock up and down the hole. “fuck me! “ the bottom moaned. “im poz” cody whispered slowly pushing in the bottom. “can you pull out? “ the bottom moaned uncontrollably. “yes” cody groaned as he slid all the way in, pretty sure he wouldn’t be pulling out. Cody quickly worked up to nearly to his breeding speed, then to his breeding speed bring him nearly to his climax then slowed down. He did this a few times. “I want to cum in you so bad. “ “me too” the bottom moaned out when cody was close to his climax cody sped up and let his climax come he slid into the bottom and pumped his load deep in the bottom. “oh fuck… “ the bottom moaned now knowing he was being pumped full of toxic seed cody smirked and slid out. , “I cant believe I did that” the man said half in shock. codys cum ran down the bottom’s ass and down his leg. “I can you cum dump.” Cody said coldly. Cody let the bottom leave and left him self. Still horny after pozzing another neg ass, he hopped back on sniffies and found someone had messaged him. It was a 21 year old twink, that had profile pics. Cody smiked at them he was shorter than cody, had bl9nd hair and green eyes. ‘you want my toxic load? ‘ cody asked sitting in his car. ‘mmmm yea. ‘ ‘once I start I wont stop untill im done’ ‘hot’ Cody went to the twinks house, or rather his parents’ house, and the two quickly to the twinks room which was hotly very messy and smelt like the twink. “ god your hot” the twink blushed. Cody smirked and dropped his sweats letting his hard cock flop out. The twink looked shocked, but got on his knees and started to suck cody. Cody took out his phone and started to record it. “mmmmm. “, cody groaned loking down at the good as poz twink, running his hands through the twinks hair pulling his head on to codys cock. Cody forced the twink onto a pile of his own dirty clothes, spit on the twinks hole, mounted him. The twink moaned out as he took codys poz dick. “that’s right just take it. “ Cody pushed the twinks face down into his own pile of dirty clothes. “you’re a fility pig” cody grunted, as he slowly started to work his cock in and out of the twinks tight hole he slapped the bottoms ass and it contracted hard around codys cock as he thrusted in hard. The twink moaned out. ‘taking my poz cock in your neg hole in your fility room, in your parents house. “ cody sneared. Pinning him down now by supporting himself on the bottoms shoulder pinning him. Cody was so horny, this twinks ass was so tight, he slapped the twicks ass again. The twink moaned out. Other than moans the twink had been hotly quiet, just taking codys cock and the hot verbal cody was throwing at him. Cody colapsed on the twink pinng his hands, and pinning his legs with his own. Cody worked his rhythm up to a breeding speed, cody felt like he owened this little twink, that this twink was no good to him other thank to take his poz load. Cody grunted slammed in to him and let the twink have it. “ohh fuck I cant belive your pozzing me!” the twink moaned as codys cock pumped him full of cum. Codys back arched forcing his cock in deeper delivering more of his venom deepee int the cunt. “why wouldn’t i?“ cody started to fuck his dirty load in the innocent twink. “You were dumb enough to let my poz cock in you bare, you knew I was poz, and you let me pump you full cum…” cody bit his lip and pinned the bottoms hips to the pile of dirty clothes and railed in the bottom. he was really into this the way he was talking to this bottom and the bottoms silence was so hot, so he continued. “your not a man, and never where just a play thing for men…” cody grunted as he fucked another load into th boy, his boy. “have another dirty load. “, he panted as he thrusht irregularly in the bottom, pumping him full of the good stuff again. Cody regained his composure a teased the bottom with some violet thrusts. “ now you’re a nasty man’s play thing, only real men like me willfuck you and we will only pump you full of our poz cum.” Cody closed his eyes and bit his lip and concentrated of fucking a third load into the now whimpering and crying bottom. Cody knew his words struk a nerve, making them all the hotter. He slid in and let his cum pump, dump in the local sperm bank. The bottom moaned quitly, tears still in his eyes. “this is all your good for and the only thing you’ll ever be good at.” Cody finshed slid out and got ready to leave. “whyd you have to be so mean? “ the bottom sniffled. Cody smriked at the curled up bottom on the pile of its only dirty clothes. “the truth often hurts, but now you know your place. “ cody showed himself out.

All I think about is cocks. All different sizes, shapes, colors... 3 inches to 10.5 inches. Squeaky clean to stinky. I wish I went to work every day and sucked cocks for 8 hours, THEN went to a bathhouse or truck stop and sucked cocks for 5 more hours as a hobby. My record is 25-30 cocks on many occasions. Yeah, I'm poz. Probably from sucking so many cocks. I've caught other bugs, too, in my throat and my butthole. As I get old and fat, I'm not gonna stop or slow down, just keep lowering my "standards," which weren't high to begin with. [EG]

As an inherently Christian believer of the "HOLY TRINITY" but, NOT a Sunday Christian, I will only say that you'll need to pound me into believing otherwise 🍆. Maybe just pound me & I'll still believe🤣🤣🤣

Nice addition!

Once again, a great addition! Has me on the edge waiting for more! I like the direction its going. 😈

8 by my 13 year old babysitter. Strip wrestling turned into a whole lot more

I also love when younger tops are into me as an older daddy type even though I like to call them daddy lol young tops have something to prove which makes them particularly good at wearing out an older more experienced bottom who can take a real pounding

I like to look at, eat an fuck both pussy and asshole. Both are great in their own way. The main reason I've fucked a lot more guys assholes (thousands) than girls pussies (mid double digits) boils down to availability, as well as the idea with a guy I might get my asshole fucked in return.

Keep it up!

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

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This story is one of the hottest I've read so far! I hope, at the end, they will meet Will's father and have a nice incest poz threesome!

If you were paying attention to the news some ten years ago, you know the town and the school I went to. It was that school in the Northeast where 14 teen girls all got pregnant at around the first time. It was a huge story locally, but it got national attention when it was rumored that they'd all made a pact to get knocked-up over the Summer. There was outrage from all sides. It was never proven that there was an actual conspiracy among the girls, but most everybody in the country thought so. They needed to believe the worst. I was a senior that year and can tell you some things that weren't reported. None of these preggos were even remotely cute. They were all skanks. The girls were all kinda dumpy and not real bright. They smoked cigarettes between classes and had started partying in junior high. The pretty girls all hoarded their virtues as they eyed a fabulous future and a rich, handsome husband. I'm not making any of this up. I was at ground zero. I was kind of nobody back then. I was the assistant editor of our school newspaper. I still remember the morning when the superintendent gathered us in his office and said to try and print one word about this scandal. He was the verge of an ulcer as it was and didn't want us to be another problem. He and the principal were ducking CNN reporters every day. My calculus teacher said that there was a camera man on his front porch one night. Another girl talked to "60 Minutes" on camera and was suspended. It was chaos. My closest friend back then was the senior editor, and he was working himself up into a frenzy. I liked Robbie, nut he was an asshole. We shared a love of current events and writing. He had groomed himself to be the next Rush Limbaugh. I was extremely liberal and our debates were intense. At least we both agreed that birth control should be free and separation of church and state was important. We both smoked. When he wanted to sneak a cig, he'd just say "let's go sell ad space". That was our secret code. We'd get in his car, drive around and smoke before eating a bunch of breath mints before going back to class. He never had girlfriends -- mainly because he was obnoxious and pretty fat. He was okay with it because he was so dedicated to building his brand. I wandered if he suspected I was gay since I was a big advocate for homosexual rights. He was on the fence about my views. "Did you hear what that one sophomore said during our staff meeting? That girl with the glasses?" "Her name is Trisha. She is super smart." She really was...had even skipped a grade. "She's a communist, vegetarian bitch. She tried to ignite the whole 'freedom of speech' shit again. It's my job as editor to nip that in the bud. I don't need to piss off the bosses when I have a chance to go to West Point." Seriously? He would never pass the physical. "You gonna be the editor of West Point's newspaper?" He huffed. "There's not going to be any print news in a few years. It's all digital media now. I should have told that bitch to just get an anonymous blog if she wanted her freedom of press. I am so careful on the computer and you should be too...everybody is watching us." I only emailed my grandma and watched silly videos on youtube. I had plenty of opinions but no desire to shout them at strangers. How Robbie didn't -- I had no idea. I was one of the few people who even listened when he talked. "I think I might major in literature." I just wanted to get him pissed off. "Joseph!" (everybody called me Joey, but Robbie never did) "Do you want to end up as a teacher in a shit hole like this? Get an engineering degree. You're good at math." He pulled into the parking lot a van that said 'NBC' on the side. It was empty. The newest rumor was that it was one dude had impregnated all the girls. And also that he was black. And HIV+. Homeless. None of this was probably true. The females in my class were Facebook addicts. Three of them were suspended for discussing 'this issue'. The sperm-giver supposedly lived in the park near my house. I was interested now. The source of the story was practically in my backyard...maybe. Or not. "Hey, Robbie -- I think I'm gonna skip the afternoon and go home. Take notes in Civics for me." What was I thinking? The semester had only barely begun and the rest of my classes for the day were mostly easy. I needed to get away, needed to think. I saw many news vans on my street. The 'culprit in the park' story had apparently leaked already. I was curious to see if any famous reporters were wandering around the park. I'd barely gone through the entrance when some guy in a ABC windbreaker came up to me. "Hi. I'm Phil Bridgeman from 'Good Morning America'. Are you a student at G.H.S.?" I didn't recognize him. "Yeah, but I can't make any comments." "I can make you an 'anonymous source'. Please???" "Well...maybe. Don't describe me in any way. I will be filling out college applications in a few months and don't want to piss off the administration here." "Can I record our conversation? I'm a terrible note-taker. It's just for me and not meant for air." I agreed, but never told him my name -- lust in case. "So I guess you're here because of the latest rumor." "Yeah. Let's go sit over here and talk." We settled at a picnic table and he brought out his little pocket tape recorder. It looked very Wal-Mart and not professional at all. He was maybe in this mid 30's and not bad looking...maybe Italian. He had that Fonzie nose and a bit of facial stubble. "You're not on camera ever?" "No. Not yet. I hope I am sometime quick before I lose more hair." "Oh. Isn't that William guy bald?" I watched Good Morning America when there wasn't school. "Yeah, but he's got a 'morning personality'. I don't look like a guy people want to see first thing in the morning. Anyway...what's it like being in your school right now?" "It's a distraction, but people are getting tired of it." "Do you know any of the pregnant girls personally?" "I know them as classmates, but not as friends." "Oh. That's too bad -- we're all trying to figure out why they would do this." "I've been wondering that too. My buddy thinks it's because they all want little dolls to play with, but I'm not so sure. There has to be more to it...don't you think?" "Conservative media thinks it's because they don't have fathers at home and because liberal schools are teaching sex ed." "Ugh. Sounds like my dad. He blames MTV as well." "Do they teach sex ed at G.H.S.?" "No. There's health class and biology, but nothing specifically about sex. Most everybody lost their virginity by freshman year anyway." "Have you?" "I'm not telling you anything personal, Todd." "Sorry. I am always full of questions....occupational hazard." He switched off his recorder and put it in his pocket. "It's okay. I guess I'm not going to be much help." "No. I think this whole 'blame game' angle is the one I'll go with." "I think it's ignorance too....an unawareness of consequences. I'm starting to think it's a rebellion issue as well. We're all trying to prove how mature we are. I only started smoking because I knew my parents would not approve. I spent a lot of years trying to spite them. Maybe if I had the anatomy, I'd have gotten knocked up too." I felt I could speak freer now that it wasn't on tape. Todd looked at me for a long moment. "That's good. You're onto something." "But there's the erotic element too. They want a fuck that actually counts for something...fulfills a fantasy. It's what they think 'love' is." "Wow. You're a good analyst. The girls are submitting to a dick full of dna that will turn them into someone else." "Exactly. It's hot if you think about it." He looked at me, puzzled. "Uh...yeah. We're all just mammals with a need to mate. Is that what you mean?" "Yeah. I don't think that's a groundbreaking story, though. I think you guys are wasting your time here." "But there's an angle somewhere. What about the homeless black guy who was the breeder?" "I doubt it. I've lived here my whole life and never saw a homeless person." "Let alone a black person. This area is solid white. Would you ever go out with a minority?" "I don't know. Probably. This off the record: I've never even gone out with a girl." "A guy?" "No! Why did you even ask that?!" "Sorry. I have an instinct for things. It's not offensive...I'm gay." He waited until I'd absorbed that piece of information. "My lover is black and travels with me sometimes. He's too afraid to leave the hotel because there's a racist vibe here -- no offense." "You're right. He's right. We're not as bad as Boston, but it's not easy for anyone different around here." "Oh look -- there's that guy from 'A Current Affair'. Total jerk." I lit up a cigarette. "Your school day is almost over. I should go to the parking lot and try to get some more quotes." "Go stake out the area behind the industrial arts building...that's where the stoners gather. They'll have an opinion and don't care about getting suspended." "That's a great tip! Look -- I don't know how many more days I'll be here, but let me give you my room number. I want to talk again." Yes. OK. "Um...Todd...This is off the record, but I'm gay too." "I kinda knew that. Any dude going to that school full of sluts and has never been laid? I won't say a word." He wrote down his room's phone number and bummed a smoke. We walked out and went separate ways. I felt weird. I'd never 'come out' to anyone before, but I just confessed it all to a national reporter. I was probably insane. I went to my room and listened to a CD by some woman named 'Katy Perry'. Robbie was in love with her and had magazine photos of her taped up in his locker. He practically demanded that I buy this music. I ended up really liking it. It's hard to believe that was a decade ago. Dad came home and was in a terrible mood. "I'm going to buy a gun, I swear. This town has gone bonkers. That Geraldo Rivera guy just wandered into the firm today and started asking questions. Smug bastard...he's older than he looks on TV too." Mom brought him a drink and retreated back to the kitchen. My dad had a bad temper and none of us wanted to witness the fury. "What the hell is going on at that school of yours? Ed told me they're going to start giving out birth control to anybody that asks...with no parental consent." "I didn't hear that. There's a lot of false information right now. We're all just waiting for it to blow over." "Good goddamn luck. Be sure to thank your hero Clinton for this. Those little whores are going to be sucking at the taxpayer's teat for years." I'd once made the mistake of telling I was a Democrat and he was beside himself. I probably took five years off of his life that day. "I'll bet nobody is learning anything at that school right now." "It's just a distraction, but I just took a test in Physics and got an A." Lie. I actually got a C+, but wanted him to calm down a little. White lies are exactly that. They benefit all involved. "Well, good. I hope you get into M.I.T. and invent a ray gun that sterilizes kids by just aiming it at their crotches. Bring one to me." He was in rare form tonight. Still mad, but also exhausted. "To hell with it...tell your mother I'm not hungry and need to sleep." He loosened his tie and went upstairs. The energy in the room changed dramatically. Mom stepped back into the room. Our moods always brightened when he retreated to somewhere private to be alone with a bottle and his paperback thrillers. "I'll make BLTs for us. Want to come keep me company?" "Sure." "Your father is leaving town tomorrow and will gone for three days. I can make that spicy fried chicken we had on your birthday. Or we can go out to eat. We can go to the mall or a movie. Let's have a fun day. Just us. You will be leaving for college before we know it." "Sounds great. Can we do it tomorrow?" "Tomorrow's a Friday -- you have school." "Can you excuse me from classes...just this once?" I knew she would. My attendance had never been a problem. Ever. "OK. I'll tell them you're running a fever. Just fake it good enough at breakfast so that your father doesn't get mad. After he's gone, we don't have to worry until next week." She seemed to be happy to conspire with me. "Is this all because of the scandal?" "Yeah. It's a pain in the butt just listening to all the whispering. We can't even report it in the paper. Robbie wants me to draw an editorial cartoon that hints at it but is too subtle to get us in trouble. Tall order." "The things you kids have to deal with these days..." "It'll pass. Mom, were you happy when you got pregnant?" She paused while slicing a tomato. "Yes! Oh my, yes! I was a little scared too. We were both thrilled, and your dad was overjoyed when we found it I was carrying a boy." "Was it..." I couldn't ask my own mother she agreed with any of the theories Todd and I had pondered in the park. "I mean... WHY did it make you happy?" "I wanted to be a mother. We tried to have you for almost a year. I wanted a Spring birth, but embryo Joseph had his own schedule." I let the subject drop. We ate and talked about pleasant, mundane things. As I helped her clean up, she mentioned how tired she was. "Why don't you go to bed early?" "Oh I will...in the guest room. I don't want to deal with him until morning." She fried her hands and we left the kitchen. "Don't forget to act sick in the morning." "OK. Good night." It was only a little after 8 PM and I was all alone in the large house. It's funny how life-changing moments can start so small and so quiet. I wanted to call Todd and talk to him, hear his voice. I had no idea why...or did I? I waited until after 9:30 to sneak back downstairs and use the living room phone. I had a cell phone, but didn't want the number to appear on the bill my parents paid. Family Plan. "Hello?" "Todd?" "Yeah. Is this my anonymous source?" "Yep. Did I wake you?" "What? No. We just got back from dinner and were going to hit the bar for awhile. Want to join us?" "Yeah. I have to sneak out. You're at The Crescent?" "Uh huh. Room 301. See you in a few." Oh shit. Did I just set something in motion I'd regret? Probably. Too late now. I changed clothes and combed my hair. Aftershave? No. Not now. Not tonight. I wore a M.I.I. sweatshirt so I wouldn't need a jacket. I went quietly out the front door and had a smoke on the porch. My car was at the curb and it looked so innocent, with no idea where I was going. The Crescent was a nice place and there were so many news vans in the parking lot. The scandal had been good for our local economy. I think I saw a few famous reporters in the lobby, but they had all started looking the same lately. TV people all share a quality I couldn't identify. His room was right outside the elevator. I knocked and a well-built black man answered the door. "Are you Deep Throat?" "Uh..." "Just kidding. Come on in. Todd's getting all fixed up, and I can see why. You made an impression on him." He had a friendly smile. There was a fat gold ring in his right ear. This guy probably worked out constantly. "Hi. I'm...I'm Joe." "Yeah. I'll just call you Deep Throat. Help yourself to the mini-bar and I'll go check on Todd." I opened the fridge and picked out a tiny bottle of vodka. It probably cost nine bucks, but ABC was picking up the tab. Serves 'em right for ever airing "Full House". I could hear their voices from behind the bathroom door. I had a really good sense of hearing that might be genetic because everybody in our house kept the volume down on the TV, and radio. I seldom listened to anything with headphones because I was afraid to miss things happening around me. I heard snippets of conversation from the two men. They both had deep voices that were purposely trying to mute a little. The vodka was gone and I grabbed another. I figured ABC had to pay for "Family Matters" as well. Then they both entered the room. Here he is, Jim...looking all pretty for you!" Jim? It was probably good he didn't remember my real name. Todd looked different than he did in the park, younger. I stood up and said "hi". We didn't shake hands. "I guess you finished your homework already. Glad you could come over." Sit and we'll have a drink and talk. This is my lover, Jack. He's rude." "Hi again Todd. He wasn't rude at all." "You see? I told you I was nice to the little guy." I finished the second tiny bottle of vodka. It burned a little...I could see why people mixed it with juice and stuff." "Well, have another snoot and we'll go down to the bar. There's a bartender there that Jack is in love with." It was nice to see a couple kid with each other. My parents were always very cordial with one another...they were constantly trying to avoid confrontation and debate. Todd fetched me the last of the vodka. I thanked him and tried to make some meaningful eye contact. I maybe could have if I knew how to do such things. Jack on I sat in chairs while Todd sat on the edge of the bed and considered the laces on his boots. Jack seemed very interested in me. "You're 18, right? We could get in trouble for giving you liquor. I am so done with police. So done with judges and jail and shit." "I turned 18 three weeks ago. And I don't have school tomorrow...you news people have shut us down." "Jack's a chef...not a leech like me. But I bet you don't mind a three day weekend. I've got more of the story to share with you. Your tip about talking to that stoner crowd paid off big...I even got a quote from one of the fathers." "Cool. Happy to help. Was it that guy with the neck tattoo?" "I'll fill you in on everything later. It's time to move downstairs." He and Jack fussed with each other about who had a key card for the door. I wanted a cigarette. The bar was sparsely populated at that moment. Todd mentioned that the story had peaked already and about a third of the reporters had left. Finally. I was in a good mood despite the urgent need for nicotine. Jack made us sit in the area where he could scan the bar for an appearance by his crush. A chubby waitress with a Baltimore accent took our drink orders and didn't even ask for my I.D. Todd looked like a million dollars and I was suddenly feeling like a 13 yr. old girl. He'd be one of the teachers all the female students would flirt with. Jack wasn't so bad to look at either, but I didn't completely trust him. "You switched to beer, Deep Throat?" "Yeah. Why do you call me that?" "Wishful thinking on his part." Todd was giving him a displeased look. "Nah, man. It's from Watergate. You probably don't know about all that." I sort of did, but just the basics. "He's smart...top of the class.One of the pot heads told me might be valedictorian." "Doubt it. My friend Robbie is probably going to beat me out. What else did those tell you?" "So much. I'm gonna get a promotion after this. Go get us some shots, Jack. Maybe your bartender will be there." Jack got up and left. I lit a cigarette even though I wasn't entirely sure we were in the smoking section. "Spill it, Todd. I want to know what you found out." He helped himself to a cig from my pack. "What do you want to know, Joey? I described you and they all knew your name. I won't use it. One of the future dads is Ronnie and he told me that he and one of the pregnant ladies was who he dated off and on. One of his quotes was 'she can't hit me up for child support because I don't got nothing.' He said he liked a warm place to put his cock in." "Yeah. I remember him. I tutored him in basic algebra, but I might as well have tried to teach a squirrel to speak French." "They also told me you interviewed them about drug abuse last year." "Yep, but I was cool about it. My angle was that it wasn't really an 'abuse'. Some kids drink early in life and some prefer pot. It was just a vice, a coping mechanism for people dealing with high school hell." "That's good. You're like me...searching for an approach that's not obvious. But I haven't told you the really big news. Are you ready? There actually IS a a homeless guy in the park, and he really has fucked some of the girls. He's not black, though. Just a dark Mexican guy. AND he has AIDS! Can you believe that?!" "Wow." "Does AIDS scare you?" "Maybe. I don't think about it much." "Jack and I are both HIV+. We both agreed to wait until one of us started showing symptoms before going on meds. What are you thinking?" "Uh...I don't know. Why did you tell me all that?" "I thought I'd tell you everything in case we all had some fun tonight. Interested?" Yes. "Sure. Where's Jack with our shots?" Just I finished asking that question, a new waitress came up with a tray of shot classes and a fresh beer. "Your negro buddy sent this over. He's a talker, that one." I had no idea what the shots were. I just downed one and let the fire spread over me. It had taken me a while, but I was finally a rebellious teen. I thought of my dad in some different city, knowing nothing. "Here..have mine too. I want to write tonight. I have an exclusive interview with Miguel -- the homeless sperm donor." "Where are you meeting him?" "Here. I got him a room on the third floor. My video guy is on his way....might even join us tonight. He's gay too, but I don't know if he's poz or not." The story was turning inside out now. Mom was sleeping right now and Dad was probably drinking...with no clue what I was in the middle of. Jack finally returned to our table. "He's not working tonight, I guess. His name is Lloyd and engaged to get married. Idiot. It's still pretty early...why aren't we rowdy yet?" "God, you're such a frat boy. I was just telling him about my successful day." "Let's celebrate! We agreed to show you a good time tonight...NYC style." "I'm pretty buzzed, man.' "Buzzed isn't going to cut it, Deep Throat." Todd's cell rang. "It's the network. Hold on." He walked a few feet away and answered the call. I sat there with Jack. "You ever been fucked by a man?" "What? No! Never!" "Then how do you know you're gay? Gay guys fuck." He was definitely an asshole. "I just turned 18, okay. It's not like this place is full of gay bars and bath houses." "Yeah yeah. I lost my cherry when I was fifteen and I wasn't nearly as cute as you." "Did it hurt?" "Definitely. I almost destroyed the first ass I plowed...and I'm not all that endowed. Not like Todd. Dude's got a giant cock. The camera guy, Nate, is new to me. He might be hung for all I know." Todd finally returned. "They are so psyched that I have the homeless guy for an exclusive. They are going to love me. Oh look! There's Nate." He saw us and walked to the table. Tall and bearded with a lip piercing. Hot. I imagined each one of them naked. Reflex. "Damn, Todd. This is a nice hotel. You must be moving up. What's everybody drinking? I'll get a round." He didn't wait for an answer -- just headed for the bar. I wasn't so sure I could drink any more booze." I watched him walk. Nice butt. "The call was from Mr. Matthews. He wants me to get the culprit's face on camera. We might have to him stoned first." "How?" I'd never smoked weed in my life. I thought it would kill my drive. Robbie offered me some once, but I declined. "We didn't fly here. We drove. It's inside one of my bags. You can't be too careful in airports." Nate returned with four cocktails and passed them around. "Is this kid even old enough to be here?" "Yeah. He's legal, Nate. Sit down." Jack said something about wishing there was music playing. "We're not at a club, you big queen. Be cool." "Why? You two are gonna talk shop and just leave me and Deep Throat just sitting here. Not that I mind." "'Deep Throat'? Wow...I'm late to the party." "He's a student at Conception High School. He's been a big help. You know better than to listen to anything Jack says. I haven't see Miguel since he checked in. He's probably just happy to have a shower and a bed. Let's get there before 10:30. I'm gonna offer him a little smoke-able truth serum. See how that goes." Jack and I continued to drink as Todd studied his phone and Nate went back to his room to get the camera. They went off to a separate table to plan the shoot and conspire. As much as I liked him, this guy had a story to get and a career to boost. "I'm used to this. What do you of Nate? He's not a bad guy." "I like the beard." Bearded men are almost always attractive to me. There must have been a movie or TV show as a kid that planted that particular fetish in my brain. Way back when there was just a trace of testosterone seeping into my system. "Todd had a mustache when we first met. I can take facial hair or leave it. We bonded over weed and kink." "Kink?" You'll find out later. We got left on prom night. Are you pissed off?" No. Maybe a little. I don't know." "Let's leave them to their work shit. We can raid the mini-bar and watch HBO or something." I finished my drink and stood up. I maybe shouldn't have come here. I bumped my shoulder on the door frame on our way out. "Ow!" "Dang, boy...You a lightweight. Need help?" "No no. I'm fine. That was embarrassing, though." as the elevator went up, Jack touched by butt. We passed the third floor where the breaking story was going down. "I been wearing these clothes all day...mind if I change?" I shook my head as we entered the room. "The remote is on top of that desk. Find something smutty on cable." He went to the bathroom and closed the door. OK. I found an imported beer in the fridge and cracked it open. He was running the shower in there. Or maybe it was the sink. I found "American Gigolo" which I think I saw once. You can see Richard Gere's limp dick in this. HBO was showing something about a handicapped kid. Jack walked out of the bathroom, wearing just a white robe. "Sorry to keep you waiting. I needed to freshen up my stuff a little." "It's OK. There's not a plethora of smut on TV tonight." "Richard Gere. I saw him in person once...wearing a fur coat and looking like a wealthy queen. Doesn't do much for me." "I like this movie only because they play a Blondie Song. Good group." "I met Debby Harry at an AIDS charity thing. Bitch is in her late 50's now. But way cool. And short." New York must be a magical place. "I...I can try to find another movie." "Never mind. Go get me something from the mini-bar. You decide what." He had loosened his robe a little. I chose a little bottle of gin. He seemed like a guy who liked gin. "Good man. Drink your beer and let me ask you some stuff." I had a surprise boner that was testing the fly of my jeans. "This one's almost empty. I'll get another." I did and kicked off my shoes, and joined him on the bed. His dick was so close to being exposed. So close. "Settle back. What's going through your mind right now?" "Not much. What did you want to ask me?" "You a virgin, right? Todd assumed you were." Shit. I thought he'd start with questions about my hobbies or something. "Yes. I am. I probably will be for a few more years." "I doubt that. You ever think about black men...you ever been kissed by one? Think you'd like that?" "Well...I probably would like that, Jack. " I could have waited for him to make the move, but I just leaned over and put a big kiss on his fat, fleshy lips. It was electric for me. We stayed in a sloppy lip lock for over a minute. Our faces were covered with warm saliva. I almost had an orgasm right then. "OK then! Nice. Take your clothes off, baby." Let me look at you." I did just that as he slipped the robe off. I was down to my socks as I saw his healthy hard-on stick straight into the air. I took one last glug from the beer and jumped back in the bed next to him. His arms were huge and muscular. I kissed his biceps and shoulders. "You are beautiful, Jack." "I know. I work on this body so I can keep my Sugar Daddy. Todd's OK, but we are not meant to be. Want me to show you some things?" "YES!" "Good answer. Suck on this cock for a while." It was so perfect...I swear it could be in an art museum. I licked it up and down and tasted soap. The head was the color of a bruise and a tiny teardrop of clear fluid was leaking from the piss hole. I took the whole thing in my mouth and tried to move down the shaft. 'Try' being the key word. Turns out my gag reflex was untested and fighting my desires. "Slow down. I guess your throat ain't all that deep after all. Take your time." I felt so greedy. I wanted his fat, brown shaft to fill my throat. I needed air so I pulled away and gasped for oxygen. "I'm new at this. But thanks for letting me do that, Jack." "OK. My turn to do something for you. Lie back. I lied there completely naked as his dark, muscular body covered mine. It was like a hot, porn fever dream. He moved down and spread my legs. He was tonguing my ass while jacking my dick. Wow. I was excited, scared and lost in pleasure. I'd never felt anything like that...hadn't even imagined it. Was this really happening?? He used his strength to just flip me on my stomach. He continued rimming me until I thought I couldn't it any longer. "You like that, Jim?" "God yes! Can I do that to you too?" "Later. I got to fuck that little bubble butt now. Let's try it with no condom on at first. You agree to that?" Did I? Yes. "This is going to hurt, isn't it?" He didn't answer because he was too busy rooting through his duffel bag. Maybe he was going to put on a rubber after all. Nope. He was greasing his fat dick with some lube I never caught a glimpse of. He worked a few oily fingers into my hole. "You're tight as hell, but pretty relaxed from my tongue.This probably won't hurt too much. Just relax and be patient...it'll feel so good eventually. " He lowered his body down and prodded my ass with that cock of his. Exciting! I tried to open my whole body to the experience. He jabbed my hole and I thought I'd die. Damn! "Ow! No, Jack. Let's stop for a second." My forehead was covered with sweat. "Relax. Open up for me as best you can." He had no intention of pulling out, and kept moving in. And then SLAM! Jack was all the way inside me. His hairy pubes were soft on my butt cheeks. "Shh. You're about to feel really good." He was right. My body had recovered from the stab of pain...and gave over to the delights of being fucked. He went at even pace and his hot breath warmed the back of my neck. He was an expert at this...he knew all the buttons to push and all the switches to flip. I shuddered as if I was cold. I came all over the bed. His dick must have enjoyed my shuddering and clenching because he was moaning and pumping even faster. I understood why couples videotaped themselves having sex...I so badly wanted to see his super muscular butt bucking up and down on top of me. I had just come, but my dick was getting hard again. As my mind was traveling the stars above, he said "Shit! It's all yours now, baby." His seed was a part of my future. This was the feeling so many people craved -- a mixture of pleasure, surrender and the feeling that your life was different now. "Wow. You're amazing, Jack. I mean...wow." We each composed ourselves a little. "You OK? Need the bathroom?" "Maybe. Yeah. I'll be right back." I was fine, but I needed a little time alone to process everything. The soreness down there was bearable and also pleasant in a weird way. I guess it was good that it was done, and there's no way I could make a different choice. There was another white robe on a hook in the bathroom. I put it on. I needed a cigarette, but I'm pretty sure this was a non-smoking room. "Everything okay? I got you another beer." I put my clothes back on. "You leaving already? I feel so cheap!" He was chuckling at his own joke. "I just need a smoke. Be right back." The elevator stopped on the way down and Nate stepped in carrying an impressive video camera. "You're going home? It's not even 1 yet." "Nah. I need a cigarette." "Cool...can I join you?" We stepped outside the hotel and stood near a big standing ashtray filled with clean white sand. "How'd the interview go?" "Oh man! We got some great stuff. This guy finally decided that he didn't want his face shown, and I don't blame him. He'd be hunted down and killed. Dude is dumb as hell, but he at least knew that much. Hell...I better go edit all this stuff now. Be cool and drive safe." The word 'safe' seemed kind of ridiculous now. A few minutes later I went back through the lobby and ran into Todd. "Well..what have we got here?" He had a devilish smile. "Oh. I uh..." "I went back to the room and the whole place smelled like sex. It's okay. I'm not mad at either of you...just wish I would have been your first. How does it feel?" "Fine. Good, actually." "Let's go somewhere. I found a little secret place on my way to Miguel's room." The place he found was a small utility room on the third floor. "It's not exactly very clean or comfortable here, but there's a lock on the door." I knew where this was going. So be it. "Can you handle another dick in you so soon? This dick right here?" He'd fished his meat out through the zipper. It was bigger than Jack's, but not as pretty. It was so heavily-veined that it looked as if earthworms were climbing up from the base. "Yeah. It's an interesting dick you got there, Todd." "Why not get a closer look?" I was down on my knees so fast. I guess I could have played along and pretended to study it, but the time for coy games had long since passed. I started kissing and licking it. It didn't get any prettier as it became fully hard. "That's it. Yeah. Take that cock, kid." He grabbed the back of my head and humped my face. His technique wasn't as smooth as his lover's. I didn't mind. I'd already discovered the joys of submitting to a man's dick. Giving myself away.... He bent me over a large cardboard box full of something solid and heavy, and pulled down my pants. This was decidedly less sexy than being in a bed. He probed my ass with two fingers. "Damn. You're still lubed up. Jack's pretty good at that. Let me fuck his load deeper into you and add my own. Want that, Joey? Of course you do. Lower yourself down just a bit...like you're about to kneel down and pray. Stick your ass a little. Like that. Yeah." And then there was that familiar feeling of his cock head prodding my hole. There was nothing smooth or seductive about his approach to this. He just kept pushing and trying to get inside. It occurred to me that it was part of my punishment for not letting him fuck me first...or for having sex with his boyfriend. I just knew he was making me pay. Or maybe he thought it's what I wanted. I yelped once. He hit a spot up in me that Jack didn't or couldn't reach. Todd was crazy with angry lust and just kept thrusting like I was a blow-up doll or something. I wasn't really enjoying this physically. Mentally, however, it was exciting to imagine two different strains of HIV entering my bloodstream. It would go through my brain and heart and do its thing. I closed my eyes and concentrated on the bug, the sex bug. "Gonna come in you now!" He grabbed my shoulders and made one final thrust. "Oh FUCK!" It was over. He pulled out of me and zipped his fly. "Wow. I'll remember that forever, Todd." "You have no idea. Sorry I was a little impatient...I just wanted to breed you so bad. Let's decide now that Jack's cum wasn't enough to impregnate you, but my potent sperm hit the bull's eye. Keep thinking that. I will." "Yeah. I like that idea." "I think I've got another special surprise lined up for you. A gift. Stay here a minute and I'll be right back." He left and closed the door behind him. I pulled my pants up and tried to look normal. The room was weird and I looked around for something, anything to occupy myself with. An ice cold beer would have been nice. Maybe Todd wasn't coming back. "OK." He came back in to our secret room. "Think you can handle another load? Miguel wants a blow job, and neither Nate or I would do it. Ethics and all. But I just told him about you and he liked the idea...especially because you're young and don't have any facial hair. He's a little sleazy, but all cleaned up. You need to taste the same cum that knocked-up some of your schoolmates. You game?" "Why not? I'm a professional slut now." "Good. He's in room # 312 and the door is wedged open a little. Just go in there and say 'Hi'. He'll tell you what to do. I don't think he wants to fuck your ass, though. Seed is seed, ya know? Jack and I have a poz friend who claims he's only ever sucked dick in his life. Maybe bite your tongue or something. Oh wait. Never mind." He kissed me deeply, passionately. The he bit my lower lip and sucked on my tongue fiercely. It was so hot until he clamped his teeth down on the tip.YOW! I knew what he was doing. My mouth was prepped for yet another toxic load. "Thanks, man. I think I'm ready now." "Almost." He stuck two hairy fingers between my lips and drug his nails across my gums and the insides of my cheeks. "Now you're ready. Room 312...just go on in. He's expecting you. I'll be here a few more days. Call again. Here's my business card. Keep in touch, please." I nodded and left. The hallway was silent. I made a mental note of the pattern on the carpet and the way the sconces made little pools of amber light. If only the room was further away. It was right there...a little sliver of TV light was creeping out of the crack in the door. OK. It was time. I knocked softly and went inside. "Miguel? Hi. I'm Jim." He was completely naked and lying on top of the bed. Flat on his back. You can't control the first thing people notice about you. I noticed what a sweet, delicate shade of pink the soles of his feet were. The rest of him was dark brown and hairy. His hair was longish and his beard was so thick and full. His eyes were dark, glistening. "Jim? OK. You like to suck the dick, yes? And you go to the school where some of my girls go?" "Yes. I've been wanting to meet you." "That's good. Get us some tequila from that ice box. TV is paying for it." I did what he requested. Never tasted tequila that I can remember. I handed him the little bottle and opened my own. It stung the little wounds Todd had made in my mouth. "So you live in the park?" "Not now. I'm living here as long as they let me. And then...and then I will go South. I got some cousins in Tupelo, Alabama. Shame to leave this place though, cuz there is so much willing pussy here. And I always need to fuck." He was stroking his nice slab of dark meat. "I'm sort of famous too. I should write a book, but my English is not so well." "I can help you. I'm a writer...or I want to be." "Good. Leave your phone and address with me. Can't use my real name." "Oh I know. I just want to be a part of your story and have you be a part of mine." "Yes. Good. Go bring us more booze. I don't care what." I brought back six or seven mini bottles and bravely lied down next to him. "You are very handsome. Your babies will be so cute. I know some of the mamas." " I always wanted a family...not this way, but there are not many ways for a guy like me. Especially now that there is a sickness in my balls." His dick was rock hard and sticking straight up. It was even darker than Jack's. Almost completely black. "You think this is handsome also?" He flashed a grin. I understood how so many girls had submitted to him and taken his seed. "Let's drink a little more and then you put your mouth there. We watched TV and glugged down the liquor. It was some MTV series with beautiful, young people staying at a beach house. It was practically porn, but everybody's clothes were on. Boring. I just looked at him jerking off that big cock. "What would you like to be in the book?" "Really? You really going to write it? Give me money when it sells?" "I promise. I'll give you half." "You are so good. I'm sorry but I won't fuck you in the culo . I don't never do that." "It's cool, Miguel. I'll do whatever you want. You set the limits." "Yes. You know what I won't do now...do some of your gay stuff. Want to lick my asshole?" "Yes. I do." "Just do what you want." I leaned over and kissed his hot, hard dick. He sighed loudly. I'd already sucked two dicks in the last three hours...I had a knack for it now. I knew my gag reflex had to be conquered. I amazed him (and myself) by taking the whole dick in my mouth. It was in my throat, hitting spots I didn't know about. If he shot his load now, it would fill my lungs. So be it. He was so verbal. "Fuck! I never want you to stop! Tomar mi semen! Swallow now! Mierda!!!" He let a long rope of cum shoot into my mouth. I made a point of swishing the fluid around over my gums. It was strong-tasting, salty and thick. No wonder he impregnated so many wombs. He lifted his softening cock out of my mouth and the last drops of hot semen soaked his pubes. It was completely white with tiny swimmers. Fertile man. He was sleepy, and I left. I thought about everything. My state of mind was of no importance. I had to go home and sneak back into my room. No time for regrets or sadness. Or anger. All those emotions were useless. I felt some blood in my underwear. I was leaking. Mom and I spent Friday together as my ass continued to drip. We'd see heavily-pregnant women walking around in the mall, and I knew something about them and also about me. We all got seeded because we caved in. We all shared a secret willingness to let a dick change our lives. (to be continued)

The meeting of Will and uncle Chester bonus: Chester’s dangerous tool

I decided to go to a sex club where the primary focus of the event was fisting. All the guys would be interested in some kind of way. I went in, noticed most guys in jock straps, rubber gear, some guys were fully clothed in fetish attire, few people went in fully naked, so I decided to be one of those few, I decided to go into the main room with a towel, but once I arrived to the sling area I decided to take of the towel to reveal my naked body with the only thing on it being a small chastity cage, the length of it being only 3” long, but I could easily fit inside it hard( shows how small a cock I carry). I sat on the sling, put my legs on the stirrups to spead my legs wide open. And left myself open to the guys walking by, one guy showed up in about a few minutes and took out his bottle of lube, put on his gloves; and started working on my hole. He was experienced, I let him know I have never been fisted by someone so big, and I have never been able to take someone completely. I am very tight and have a large booty, so even if it looks like he is in all the way, he really only has gotten about 4 fingers deep. He worked me in front of everyone for about under an hour, fisting me with his left hand and caressing my body with his right, he would also lube up my body and lather me completely, my body would shine under the lights. some guys would get close and start fondling my body, but he would calmly stop them if my attention was getting taken away by others. He managed to get almost halfway, but he was very big, used to be a bodybuilder, and had a beefy hand and forearm, he knew he would probably break me if I took him all the way for a newbie, so after a while fisting he decided to move on. My hole was dripping after he removed it, I was not loose yet, but it was definitely aching for more, and I would love to meet guys near sf if possible, I’d love to experience this again with more guys, and for a much longer time

My bio father, no. Never. However, one of my regular hook ups..... He's a late 60's dirty old man. Doesn't wash enough, smokes like a chimney, always has a filthy cheesey cock. I call him Daddy. I love him. He is my Daddy.

I have a regular FWB that is 30 years younger than me and he says he absolutely loves my Daddy ass. He told me he is turned on by the fact that I enjoy sucking his cock, letting him eat my ass and load me up. For him - it is a fantasy scene with role play that allows him to show his inner piggy. For me - it is a hot younger, hairy, hung uncut guy who loves to fuck. We have made a few home videos together and I always enjoy recalling the fuck scenes while stroking off and watching our fun. He is a mature minded young guy and really gets into the whole younger fucking older Daddy role play. I think this is what makes it so hot for both of us. We both enjoy it. He has told me a number of times how much he loves the way I can handle his big cock and it always puts him over the edge when I tell him to breed me or load me up with his cum. His comments to me over the years that we have been fucking is... the sex is not complicated by younger 'immaturity' (his words) and he knows that when I bottom for him, I will always work his cock with my mouth and my hole and there is never any doubt that he will be loading me up a couple of times per session. I have also met a few 20 somethings who were NOT shy at all about asking if they could top me and fuck me raw. There seems to be a lot more younger guys being vocal about this and frankly, I love the variation. Your Daddy is a lucky guy!! Cheers

I think my 2 biggest pet peeves are: 1. Guys with too much cologne and soap on their cocks. Cologne isn't edible -- it tastes like crap and the taste stays in your mouth for hours. 2. Guys who monopolize the gloryhole without actually using it. Some guys sit beside the hole, never take their dick out, never offer a mouth or ass. Why is he even there?

Of course you do. cause worthless pozz cumdumps are the dirtiest trashiest fucking whores around. You're not just a regular gay boy. You're a diseased faggot and a piece of trash. A dirty whore like you was born to get AIDS along with every single STD in the books.

I assume last load means load up my ass. So yesterday I’m at Eastern Avenue Video in Oklahoma City and a BBC from Grindr comes in. I suck his 14” cock then I stand up in my stiletto heels and put on leg over his shoulder as he easily slides into my lubed boipussy. After a few minutes I turn and just bend at the waist as he started rearranging my colon with his long cock. He’s making me whimper in pain and I’m asking him to stop but he just fucks me harder until he spills his seed 14” up my asspipe. It hurt so good!!!!