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Dave and I had been together over a year. At 42 he is older than am I. He has gray eyes, and is gorgeous. He's also POZ. We both are now. I remember our first date. I grabbed his package. I wanted him to pierce my Hole. He brushed my hand away. "We have to talk." "Not now. " I answered. "I need your Cum." "Steve," he replied, "I'm POZ . I don't want to infect you." Back then I was still NEG. For the next 11 months we did Safe Sex. He'd suck me raw; we did our fucking with a Condom. He even insisted I use a Rubber when I sucked him. I hated that. I told him so. I'd always barebacked, ever since I was 15. He was the only one I ever did Safe Sex with—because I loved him. I hated that. I couldn't stand that Latex barrier between us, and his sweet Cum being trapped and flushed. I told him I fantasized about converting. I couldn't take it anymore. I decided things would change—or else. That night I begged Dave to fuck me. He started playing with my Ass. I told him what I wanted. "NO RUBBERS. I want YOU Dave. I want your DNA in me. I want to forge a bond between us. If we don't do it raw tonight, I don't know what the future holds for us." He responded by sticking his finger up my Ass and pressing hard. I was practically foaming at the mouth. Abruptly he stood up. "Once it happens, there's no going back. You will be POZ, and it'll change your life. Yeah, I've fantasized about breeding you; but those were crazy, insane notions. "I've bred Bottoms before, but not like you. You're different. They were Sluts. They deserved the BUG. I didn't give a shit about them. But you.…" "Face it, Davie. I 'm a Slut, too. The Baths were practically my home before I met you. Too bad I didn't get GIFTED then. If you left your Seed in all those guys, then you can do the same for me. I'm telling you, I can't go on like this." I glanced at his crotch. His turgid Dick tented poignantly against his jeans. He looked so conflicted. I reached out and undid his zipper. Suddenly liberated, his Rod sprang out. Dave started to speak, but I dropped to my knees and sucked his Cock without a Rubber. Fuck, it was so good! Our perspiration, the mix of man smells, and my own insidious craving drove me wild. All Dave could do was moan. I reveled in his dripping Jizm. Charged—did it taste different? Or was it me? Who cared? I was in heaven. I sucked him fast and furious. Dave began to thrust his hips. He held my cheeks and fucked my face. "Suck me, Queer!" he yelled. "Lube it for your Ass!" I led him to the bedroom and yanked off my clothes. He kicked off his and tossed them on the floor. Dave reached for a Rubber. "NO!" I said. "I can't fuck you raw, Stevie. I love you." "Then show me, please. Put your Cock in me and fill me with your Jizz. That's what I want. POZ ME!" I pleaded. He rubbed his Cock along my Crack. I felt him dripping. 'Fuck!' I thought. "At last he's gonna breed me!" I almost shot my Load right then. He spat on his Shaft, butted up against my Pussy, and pressed on in. He reached for his Poppers and took three big hits. He handed me the bottle. As I raised it to my nose, I felt his Cock pop in. He was in me. Raw—at last! After all the Dick I'd taken—always wondering if I'd convert. Another raw Cock, and no more wondering. I whiffed the Poppers. Apprehensively, Dave began to fuck me—slow and gentle. "I can't. We got to stop," he chanted, but kept up a steady pace. "Breed me Davie! Breed me like a Bitch. Make me your slave. Possess me. Give me your BUG! Please don't stop. Fuck my Hole! Give me your Jizm! POZ ME, please! Give me the GIFT!" Ambivalently Dave plowed my Hole at a steady pace. He stretched my Mancunt to the limit, and it began to hurt. If I asked him to lube my Ass, I might lose my chance. So I had to grin and bare it. 'Once I get POZ, we'll bareback ever after,' I comforted myself. Dave's breath grew labored as his Sack slammed against my Butt. "Give it to me, Davie. Breed my Ass!" Dave gulped and swallowed and huffed and puffed. "FUCK YOU, YOU SLUT! YOU WANT IT, DONCHA? YOU WANT MY GIFT? WELL, HERE IT IS—MY TOXIC SEED!" Then I felt it. My Ass flooded with his warmth. Finally! I've always been appreciative of Jizm--but that was special—the Bond that would unite us till death did us part. That was how I finally got POZZED. Dave spasmed many times, each ejaculation filling me with Cum. I shot and never touched myself. I stared at the Jizz soaking into the sheets beneath me. 'My last NEG Load,' I prophesied. A smirk crossed my face. I lay flat on the bed, my damp NEG Cum beneath my chest. Dave collapsed on top of me. He wept. "Oh God, Steve, I'm sorry. I'm so sorry." I lay still beneath him, my back against his chest. I didn't feel remorse. I felt triumphant, for he had finally sated me. As his Cock softened and slipped out, Poison Jizm dripped down my Nuts. ‘Finally,’ I thought. 'Conversion at last! Thanks, Lord!' I prayed. "Thank you," I said to Dave. "This is the day I've been waiting for." We fucked all weekend. Dave became a Dirty Sex Pig. HIV does that to some; others grow impotent. He told me he wanted to be sure it took. He wanted so bad to make me happy.

This story was inspired by the guest who wrote “Devil's Doorstep” Frazer was a straight lanky 26 year old who worked for the Scottish probation service. It was his last assignment before the weekend, he had to visit the accommodation of a recently released sex offender to ensure it was appropriate. He rang the bell and was answered by a muscular middle-aged man wearing only a dressing gown. He apologised, claiming he had just been showering. Frazer went up the stairs to his flat. Although, the one bed flat was mostly in order: clean and tidy. When he entered the bedroom to check it out, he was shocked by what he saw.: attached to the bed head and base were chains with manacles. “I'm sorry but you can't possess these items, given your previous proclivities. You could easily use them to re-offend” “Oh, come on”, he replied, it's just a bit of fun, surely probation can't deny me that.” “I'm sorry but this is clearly against your conditions of release, you could be returned to prison for this.” Frazer went over to examine the manacles. The offender followed him and before Frazer knew what was happening, he has clamped one of the manacles to Frazer's wrist and then pushed him on the bed, forcing his other wrist into the other one. “Do you mean like this?” he answered menacingly. “Let me go now, you are in serious trouble!” “No I'm afraid it's you who are in serious trouble!” as he dragged Frazer's trousers and pants down and then manacled his ankles to the base of the bed. ”Stop now! I warn you, you will be sent straight back with little chance of parole!” The other guy just grabbed Frazer's cock and started to wank it to erection, The action of doing so, caused Frazer's cock to stiffen and to a very small degree to weaken Frazer's resolve. He questioned his sexuality, but then realised it was a natural reaction to his circumstances. When it was fully erect, he started to suck on Frazer's dick, ensuring it was fully erect. “I'll show you how much you are clearly enjoying this!”, he retorted, He sucked furiously on Frazer's dick and soon made it very lubricated and completely rock hard. “Hmm. time to ride your dick”, he exclaimed. At that he removed his dressing gown and was completely naked. He sported a biohazard tattoo, that only warned Frazer further of what danger he was in. He moved over to Frazer and placed his hole over Frazer's enormous manhood. It was easy with the copious saliva that he had applied to this cock to push down and let this cock enter him deeply. He then moved up and down on Frazer's pole, gripping his cock with occasional squeezing of his sphincter, whenever Frazer' cock head entered him. This really encouraged Frazer to move nearer to orgasm. He sped up, still tantalising Frazer's cock. and it became just too much for him as Frazer spasmed and sent his sperm shooting out of his anal virgin's cock, straight up his arse, “See, your gay like me!” he mocked. “Now I'm going to return the favour!” Sure Frazer was questioning the experience and the fact this fucking had lead to his massive explosion inside this man, but he became terrified at the idea, he was going to be fucked with a toxic cock. Frazer started to struggle against his bondage. All that lead to was the man adjusted the chains to his feet, pulling Frazer's legs upwards and outwards. He then clamped this new position in firmly. Frazer's arse was now fully exposed to the cumming onslaught. Frazer watched as the man repeatedly spat on his hands and then lubricated his dick with the saliva. To Frazer's surprise, watching the man then wanking himself to full erection made his own cock start growing to attention too. “Hah, see you're looking forward to it!” he claimed. That made Frazer plead with him to desist. But the only response was to see him climb onto the bed and then place his fully erect and wet cock against Frazer's hole. The man pushed firmly against Frazer's hole and his penis head popped inside, then with a further push his whole manhood was forced inside Frazer's arse. He began slowly pushing in and out of Frazer's hole, whilst Frazer begged him to stop and yet at the same time, Frazer's cock was getting very stiff and rubbing against the man's belly, even oozing precum onto his stomach. This turned the man on further and he started to increase the speed of his humping. This, in turn, got the man more turned on. He found himself surprisingly feeling he was going to ejaculate very quickly: not like him at all, but this situation really turned him on. Soon Frazer could feel the man's dick start to swell and throb. “No, please pull out!” was his ignored plea. The very next second the man shot a huge load of toxic sperm deep inside him. “Noooo...,” was Frazer's cry, “now pull out of me and let me go!” “But this is your last assignment of the week,” the man replied. “I've got you for the whole weekend.” Enough time to seed you many times over. I prefer to take my time and give you a rough long fucking to help you with your conversion. “You think this experience will turn me gay?” “No, I think that I'll turn you positive!” and with that he pushed his still fairly erect cock back into Frazer and started ploughing his arse again. This time slowly and somewhat painfully, with only his own cum as lube. Frazer felt every thrust of the man's cock and received many loads over the weekend. There was no way he was going to come out of this negative. Frazer was completely deflated realising his predicament as another spurt from the man's cock shot inside him. Sadly this may be my last story for BZ with the July deadline fast approaching. Please like it and comment on the story if you enjoyed it.

I am vacationing in Ft Lauderdale and decided to go to the gym today. After my workout, I did some laps in the pool and entered the hot tub. I was wearing a rainbow speedo and knew I was catching the attention of others. There was a handsome older man in the hot tub giving me eyes. He proceeded to leave the hot tub, and I saw a huge Boner in his swimsuit. I decided to follow shortly afterwards into the showers. He was showering with his curtain half open And lathering his hard on. He gestured me to come over which is exactly what I did. He started fucking me and I was trying not to moan loudly. Afterwards, he gave me his number & we are meeting again tomrw

As Tom turned his new truck into the parking lot of the government housing projects on the notorious Rayburn Avenue his Ubereats app alerted him that he had “arrived at the delivery destination”. He rolled his eyes and mumbled “oh, great” as he took in his sketchy surroundings. It was the summer in between Tom’s Junior and Senior year in college and next semester he and his buddies were all set to travel Europe during their scheduled study abroad program. Tom had been delivering for Uber for a few weeks to save up extra spending money to blow on his Eurotrip, but this was his first delivery to the infamous Rayburn Housing Projects, and although he was a bit apprehensive about walking around in this part of town, he told himself this will be a quick drop off and he would be back on the road in five minutes and let himself daydream of exploring Europe before he had to enter the real adult world. Opening his truck door Tom grabbed the food, stepped out of the truck and began making his way to APT D3. On the short walk to the apartment front door Tom passed a kaleidoscope of empty beer bottles, fast food containers, random paper and at least two needles on the ground. He passed a group of younger men, all different shades of black, playing basketball on a neglected cement slab of concrete they used as their court. He heard one of them direct a comment his way followed by roaring laughter from the group and although he couldn’t quite make out what was said he smirked and thought to himself “yeah yeah dude, have your laughs and also, enjoy living in your shitbox”. As Tom approached the front door of APT D3 it swung open before he could even knock. Tom was a little stunned at what now stood in front of him. Ty, the man behind the door, was gorgeous. 6 foot 3, easily 230 pounds of street muscle. Tom noticed the man was shirtless and could see the tattoos all over his arms, chest, and up his neck. “You uber?” the deep voice of the adonis of a man asked Tom. “Uh, yeah, sorry” Tom responded, handing the man his bag while clearing his throat and awkwardly looking away. “Appreciate it bro”, Ty responded while grabbing the bag from Tom and taking a good look at the white delivery boy. Tom was the total all American boy, standing 5 foot 10 inches tall and weighing in around 175 pounds of young lean college muscle. Tom’s mop of brown tussled brown hair and big blue eyes made Ty’s cock twitch. “Yo, my bad man I am gonna need to tip you in cash for this….gonna take me a minute to find my wallet why don’t you come inside and wait so you don’t got to deal with the dumb niggas that live around here”. Every instinct of Tom’s told him to politely decline and head back to his truck but there was something disarming about Ty that made him less threatening for some reason. Tom stepped inside the sparsely furnished apartment and took a seat on the couch while Ty left the room to allegedly find his wallet. Tom noticed a pipe on the coffee table in front of him with a bunch of white shit both in the pipe and on the table. Tom picked up the pipe to take a closer look and was quickly startled when he heard the deep rumble of Ty’s voice behind him. “You smoke?” Ty asked as he entered the living room. Tom couldn’t help but notice the massive buldge in Ty’s sweatpants bounce around as he walked towards Tom. “Ughh, not sure, what uhh..what is this exactly?” Ty smiled and took the pipe out of Tom’s hands before taking a torch out of his pocket. “This”, he responded while heating up the pipe and taking a big hit, “is Tina” he said as he blew out a huge cloud of smoke above their heads. “Want to try it?” Tom’s mind was racing. He was sitting in some black dude’s living room in the fucking PROJECTS and was now being offered meth. What the actual fuck. Again, Tom’s instincts were raging against what was happening – 20 years of programming telling him to stand the fuck up and walk the fuck out of this guy’s apartment immediately. But as Tom was quickly deciding how to make his exit he noticed Ty adjusting his buldge through his sweatpants while simultaneously blowing another cloud and for some reason the combination of these two things happening at once transfixed him. With the pipe still in his hand Ty shrugged his shoulders at Tom, silently offering the pipe to him one last time. This time, Tom took it. The burn in his lungs was immediate, causing him to cough and his eyes to water. The meth hit him like a freight train, a rush of euphoria and energy that made his heart feel like it would burst from his chest. The room spun, and he coughed, handing the pipe back. “That’s it, boy. Relax,” Ty said, patting him on the back. The meth hit him like a freight train. Suddenly, the world was a brighter place, his fear replaced by a buzzing energy that hummed in his veins. Ty's smile grew wider, a predator sensing its prey's vulnerability. "You like that?" Ty’s massive hands were now rubbing Tom’s back and had moved up to his shoulders and neck and as Ty slowly began to exert dominance over Tom he took Tom’s hand and put it on his cock. “Go ahead boy, grab it”. Tom grabbed hold of the massive cock constrained in Ty’s sweatpants and gave it a long squeeze, eliciting a moan of approval from Ty. Tom grabbed the pipe again making Ty chuckle. “Yeah boy, hit that pipe again for daddy. Show daddy what a big cloud you’ve learned to blow”. Tom clicked the torch and was taking a nice long hit from the pipe when he felt Ty stick his massive hands down his shorts, grabbing and stroking Tom’s now throbbing cock. Ty grinned. “That’s my fucking boy, hard as a rock for daddy already. Dad is going to make you into such a good cockslut, and you’re going to make dad so proud – I can already tell”. “Mmmmm, fuck yeah man” Tom moaned. Ty’s voice somehow got a few octaves deeper when he responded to Tom. “Listen here boy, because I’m only gonna tell you this once. I am daddy. Or dad. You understand?” Tom looked up at Ty with big vulnerable eyes that were seeing the world spin and responded “fuck, daddy, yes sir”. "Good boy," Ty said, his voice a low purr. He stood up and in one swift move had taken off his sweatpants and set his dick free, revealing a cock that was as thick and long as a baseball bat. Tom couldn't help but stare, his mouth going slack. "You ever had a taste of chocolate?" Ty's question was a purr, and he stepped closer, his cock bobbing with each step now mere inches from Tom's face. With his cock in Tom’s face Ty handed Tom a small bottle. “Son, these are poppers. You are going to put the bottle under your nose and inhale taking a big hit for daddy. These will help you when its time to take Daddy’s dick.” Tom did as he was told, taking a big, long hit from the tiny bottle. Tom felt a rush hit him like nothing had before, starting at the top of his head before touching every inch of him, causing him to moan from the intense pleasure he was feeling from the high. "Good boy son, now, suck it." Tom leaned in; his eyes wide as he wrapped his lips around the head of Ty's cock. It was hot and heavy, the taste of salt and musk overwhelming him. He took another hit of the poppers, the burn in his nose making his eyes water, making everything feel sharper. Ty's cock grew even more sensitive, the skin tightening as Tom's mouth moved down, inch by inch. "Yeah, just like that," Ty groaned, his hand tangling in Tom's hair. "Take it all, baby." Tom tried, his throat straining around Ty's thickness, his eyes watering from the effort. Ty's cock was like nothing he'd ever felt before, a living, pulsing beast that seemed to fill his entire mouth. He gagged, but Ty was relentless, pushing in deeper while Tom tried to pull away, choking on the massive cock that somehow seemed to be getting bigger. As Tom struggled Ty’s grip on his head was relentless, forcing him to somehow find the space in his throat to accommodate Ty’s manhood. “Yeahhh boy, that’s right, just like that. See, I knew you could do it. Just had to open up for daddy. Just had to relax and let daddy inside”. Ty showed no mercy as he fucked Tom’s face, often sliding his entire cock down the boy’s throat and holding it there, watching the boy gag. Just when Tom thought he couldn’t take anymore he looked up at the adonis of a man in front of him and watched as Ty clicked the torch and blew another massive cloud above him. Tom didn’t understand it, but something about seeing Ty blow the cloud triggered something inside him and made him crave Ty’s cock more than ever. Ty pulled his cock out of Tom’s mouth and rested his massive cockhead on Tom’s lips while he spoke. “Look at me” he demanded. “You’re almost ready boy. Almost ready to take daddy’s cock” he said as he quickly ripped off Tom’s pants exposing him fully to the man. “Stand up and bend over the couch”. Tom knew not to disobey his new dad, so he did as he was told, nervously bending over the couch for him. Ty handed Tom the bottle of poppers and told him to hit them while Ty opened him up. Tom breathed in a sharp breath as he felt Ty’s warm tongue begin to circle his virgin hole. As Ty’s tongue began and jab and probe his hole he took another hit of the poppers, causing the boy to moan and melt into the couch and Ty’s tongue which he realized was now deep inside him. “Mmmm that’s some nice white ass boy. Opening up real nice for me, such a good boy for me”. Tom felt Ty’s fingers begin to tease his hole. “Son, what I’m about to do to is going to hurt like a mother fucker at first, but you’re going to take it for me. This is how you will make your daddy proud. I want you to take a big, long hit on those poppers for me and then close your eyes and try and relax, you understand?” Tom began to sweat, nervously anticipating the pain Ty promised was coming. He nodded his head and responded, “yes daddy, I understand”. Ty grabbed a bottle of lube and applied a generous amount to his finger before slowing sliding it inside Tom’s virgin hole. Tom’s body responded immediately, squirming to remove the invasion from his hole. Tom couldn’t help but scream as Ty placed one hand on his back to keep him still while continuing to slide inside him. “Shhhh, I know boy, I know it hurts. But you’re doing so good and in a few seconds, I’m going to show you what real pleasure is”. Tom groaned, feeling like he was being ripped open by the man’s fingers and realizing that if a couple fingers hurt this badly there was no chance he could take Ty’s massive cock and live through it. But just as Tom was starting to regret his decision to ever walk inside Ty’s apartment, he felt Ty hit something inside him that brought him the pleasure Ty was just telling him about. This uncharted territory inside him that Ty had just discovered was life changing. As Ty prodded Tom’s prostate, he heard the guttural moan from the young man that told him he’d found it. “Ahhh that’s my boy! See son – I told you. You think that feels good boy? You like that? Ha, just wait you aint seen nothing yet”. Ty stood up and told Tom to lay on his back. Ty grabbed a shard and told Tom what was next. “Son, I’m about to put this beautiful shard inside you and when I do you will finally be ready to take me, understand? Now this may burn but you trust daddy now, so I need you to open up and be brave for me”. Ty then grabbed Tom’s cock and began to stroke it while he proceeded to shove the shard inside Tom. Seconds later Tom was drooling for Ty’s cock, feeling a hunger he had not felt before. Realizing the boy was now ready, Ty stood up in between Tom’s legs. "You want it bad, don't you?" Tom could only whimper in response, his body a live wire of need. He'd never felt so exposed, so vulnerable, and yet so incredibly turned on. The poppers and meth had done their job, and the world around him was a haze of sensation and desire. Ty's hand left Tom's cock, and he felt something cold and slick being spread along his crack. He gasped, his eyes flying open as he realized Ty was lubing himself up and that he was about to be ripped open by his new black daddy. The head of Ty’s cock was already nudging at Tom's entrance, the pressure building. "Relax," Ty coaxed, his voice a soothing whisper. "Wait," Tom managed to croak out, his voice thick with desire and fear. "Use a condom, please?" Ty's smile was wicked, his teeth gleaming in the dim light. "No condoms needed between father and son boy. You're going to take all of me, raw and bare." Tom's eyes widened, his heart hammering in his chest. "But...but I've never..." "That's what makes it so much better," Ty whispered, his breath hot on Tom's cheek. "I'm going to show you how good it can be." With surprising gentleness, Ty pushed Tom back onto the bed, his weight pressing him into the mattress. Tom felt his own cock throb, his body betraying his fear. Ty reached for the poppers again, placing them in Tom's hand. "Take another hit," he instructed, his voice firm but soft. "And tell me you want me to fuck you bare." Tom took another hit, the room spinning around him as he felt the muscles in his body relax, the fear and tension draining away. "I...I want you raw cock," he murmured, his voice shaking. "Good boy," Ty said, his eyes never leaving Tom's. He leaned in and kissed him, his tongue pushing past Tom's parted lips, tasting the faint hint of poppers and smoke. Tom moaned into the kiss, his hand shaking as he held onto the bottle of poppers, the reality of what he was about to do washing over him. "Ready son? Time to let me in." Tom took a deep breath, his body tensing as Ty pushed the tip of his cock into him. It burned, the madding pain sharp and intense, but the meth and the poppers had made everything feel so much more intense that even the pain was a thrill. He took another hit, the room swimming around him as Ty pushed deeper, inch by inch, filling him up until he couldn't take any more. "Fuck," Tom breathed, his nails digging into the pillow. "It's so big, I don’t know if I can do this”. “Trust me son, you can take it” Ty responded, before sliding his entire ten inches of thick black cock in the boy’s virgin hole. Tom’s mouth hung open, his body in shock at how it had just been ripped open. He sucked in a huge breathe of air and then let out a scream the entire neighborhood could hear. "That's it," Ty said, his voice strained. "Take it all." With one final thrust, Ty was fully seated inside Tom, his thick cock buried to the hilt. Tom's body spasmed, his eyes rolling back in his head as the pleasure and pain mixed into a delicious cocktail that had him panting for more. "You're so tight," Ty said, his voice thick with lust. "So fucking tight." The pain started to dull and something new was beginning to replace it. Tom took another hit from the poppers and felt Ty begin to move, his hips rolling in a slow, deliberate rhythm that had Tom's toes curling. Ty's cock stretched him wide, each movement sending shockwaves of sensation through his body. It was like nothing he'd ever felt before, nothing he'd ever dreamed of. “Fuck me, please daddy fuck me” Tom moaned. Ty was pumping into Tom, all the way into the hilt, out to the head, hitting Tom’s spot with each pump. “Look at me son” Ty demanded as he continued to pump in and out. “Dad is so proud of you. You learned to love this black cock, didn’t you?” “Yes sir” Tom responded. “Say it” Ty told him. “I love my daddy’s big black cock. Fuck it is so deep inside me and I love it. I exist to be used by daddy’s black cock and I promise to be a brave boy and earn daddy’s load”. His words drove Ty wild and the assault on the boy’s virgin ass grew exponentially more extreme. He was slamming his cock into the boy harder than he had ever fucked before. He was giving the boy all he had to give, every inch of the massive man was inside the boy, throbbing more with each pump. Tom’s eyes had completely rolled back in his head and for a moment he thought he had left his body. Ty grabbed Tom’s cock and began to stroke him in tune with the rhythm of the fuck. The sound of their skin slapping together filled the room, along with their ragged breaths and moans of pleasure. Tom's hand found its way back to the poppers, taking hit after hit as he felt his orgasm build. Ty's cock was like a piston, driving into him, and the sensations were almost too much to handle. His dick was hard and leaking precum, slapping against his stomach with each thrust. "You're going to cum for me," Ty said, his voice a command. "You're going to cum while I'm inside you." Tom nodded, his eyes squeezed shut as he felt the tension coil tightly in his balls. The poppers had him on edge, had him feeling every sensation in high definition. He could feel Ty's cock throb with each thrust, could feel his own prostate being massaged with a precision that was almost unbearable. With a final, powerful push, Ty hit that sweet spot, and Tom's orgasm exploded through him, his cock spurting cum all over his stomach and chest. The contractions of his ass milked Ty's cock, and with a roar, Ty came, his hot seed filling Tom up, the sensation of being bred changing Tom forever. Tom was feeling Ty's cock twitch and throb deep inside him, releasing a hot flood of cum that filled him completely. The feeling was overwhelming, a mix of pleasure and pain that sent him spiraling over the edge and just as he thought he couldn’t cum anymore he was thrust into the most intense climax of his life. "Oh fuck," Tom moaned, his body convulsing as he came again, spurts of hot cum shooting from his own cock, painting his stomach and chest. Ty didn't stop, his strokes growing more erratic as he chased his own release. "Yeah, that's it," he groaned, his eyes locked on Tom's face, watching the ecstasy play out across his features. Tom felt the pressure build, the tightness in his ass giving way to a feeling of fullness that was almost too much to handle. The sensation was indescribable, a mix of pleasure and pain that had him crying out. "Fuck," Ty breathed, his body shaking as he pulled out, his cock still hard and glistening with cum. "Look what you made me do son." Tom looked down at himself, his body covered in sweat and cum, feeling more alive than he ever had before. He'd just smoked meth and then been fucked bareback by a man, and it had been the most intense, mind-blowing experience of his life. "You liked that, didn't you?" Ty asked, a smug smile playing on his lips. "You liked taking my big, black cock raw." Tom couldn't deny it. His body was still pulsing with the aftershocks of his orgasm, and he could feel Ty's cum leaking out of him, a sticky reminder of what had just happened. "Yeah," he admitted, his voice hoarse. "I liked it." "I knew you would," Ty said, leaning in to kiss him again. His tongue slipped into Tom's mouth, tasting himself, and Tom couldn't help but moan at the sensation. The two men lay there for a moment, panting and spent, before Ty pulled away. "But that's just the beginning," he murmured, his eyes gleaming with lust. "We've got all night and you little white boy still have a lot to learn”.

This is another short story, though based on real events with some fluffing haha. Again sorry for any grammar mistakes! It was just another Saturday night, however for once I had some alone time. Thats how I decided I needed to get out of the house and, really, what better way than to visit my local bathhouse? The thought of cruising the dimly lit hallways for some guy to fuck is usually all it takes. Tonight, I knew I needed to get fucked. It should be easy enough. I'm a decent looking guy, and my gym routine has been doing great things for my ass. I was sure that I could find a hot guy to give me a good, rough fuck. My excitement and nervousness was nearly boiling over, though. As I drove out to the bathhouse, found parking, and walked myself inside, I couldn't help sizing up every guy I saw. I eagerly rented a room and went to change. Sitting in that room, all my clothes stored away and nothing but a towel on now, It really set in of what I was doing. I haven't really mentioned yet, but the truth is that I am incredibly shy. I've actually been so lucky every time I've come here before tonight. All the guys I've hooked up with have been very forward. I needed a plan. On my way in, I spotted a guy in another room. There he was, in nothing but a jockstrap, face-down and ass-up. Could I do that? I didn't think so. It's too direct, too open. It would be just as bad as asking. I can't explain why, but it just would be. I took a deep breath and laid back on the bed in that tiny room, thinking about my options. Despite the "bed" being little more than a thick rectangle of plastic with some sheets around it, it was actually quite comfortable. As late as it was, it occurred to me that I could probably fall asleep on it, if I weren't careful. In that a moment, a plan began to form... What if I turned off the lights? What if I... opened the door? And what if I threw off my towel, dropped on that bed face-down, and just... went to sleep? Something about that was suddenly very thrilling. Anyone could come in and do... well, anything. There would be nothing for me to say, nothing for me to do. I tried out the position for a moment, lying face-down and pretending to be asleep. The mirror beside me gave me a pretty good view of myself and I had just one thought: I would totally fuck that ass. And if I would, then surely, somewhere among the guys cruising the hallways, someone else would, too. I could do it. I would do it. Before I could talk myself out of it, I moved. I grabbed a bottle of lube from my bag and a condom that I prefilled with a load from the night before. I turned the lights lights off, nothing but the ambient light spilling over the top of the "room" walls left to see by. The room came ready with a handful of condoms, which I positioned alongside the lube, in plain view from the hallways. I wasn't ready to get breed so I set my prefilled condom next to the lube to hopefully indicate that I was getting fucked but not raw. Next I wet a rag with my bottle of poppers and set it by my pillow, I love to use poppers when I bottom but don't want to ruin the fantasy. Finally, I peeked outside the door. No one was there, yet. Perfect. Before my nerves could take over, I was back on the bed, face-down, lights off, and looking for all the world like I was having a lovely nap. My heart was racing, but I tried to force calmness into myself. I really had no idea what I was expecting, though. Even as I was forcing my breathing to become more even, and even as I shut my eyes tight, I wondered if anyone would even take the bait. With my eyes closed and the house music blaring at an almost uncomfortable volume, I did not hear the first guy come in. The sudden presence of his hand on my exposed thigh almost jerked me "awake", but I kept to my sleepy role. The hand drifted across my ass, tenderly, and then it was gone. I heard a shift in the air as the interloper left back to the hallways. My disappointment did not last long, as another hand took its place just a few moments later. And then again, they leave, to be replaced again some time later. I don't know what I was expecting, but this parade of casual, light molestation was actually pretty nice. On and on it went. A few eager fingers felt at my hole. Some of those guys popped open the lube bottle with an audible, plastic *click*, and lubed my hole as they felt around. Yet, no one went too far, and the obvious admiration I felt from the hands managed to calm my nerves. I was no longer forcing myself to breath calmly. I didn't almost jump at every first touch any more. I don't remember how long this went on, but I was very hopeful someone would take a chance on my sleeping ass soon. I got something a little different, though. For the first time, I heard something new: the door, closing ever so softly. I resisted the urge to peek over my shoulder and into the mirror to see the guy who had just shut the door. I would not break the fantasy. This could be it. Down at my feet, where I had stashed the lube and condoms, I felt movement. This was it, wasn't it? I felt hands lifting my leg. I almost instinctively tried to move with the hand, imagining that he was trying to position my legs to fuck me. Then the feeling of a kiss on my ass. As the kiss turned into a tongue delicately passing down to my taint, I started to get hard. The feeling of a tongue soon turned into the feeling of a mouth, making out with my hole. It just felt so good. Maybe it was my commitment to the role of "asleep", but there was no spasms of pleasure that could interrupt this guy's makeout session with my taint and hole. The sound of hurried, orgasmic breaths slowly filled the room after a while. All at once, I was aware of the subtle movement at the base of the bed, where my guy was. The shaking from that area rose in tempo, alongside a growing intensity to his mouth's activities with my taint. Then, all at once, both gave way to a series of beastial grunts and I felt a wetness splash across my legs all the way up to my ass. His breathing calmed and he let out a small "woof" of contentment. Carefully, he started to get up. The cum he gave me was pressed between my legs and and ass. What he shot on my ass was now running towards my crack, the majority thay he shot on my thigh was now wetting the sheets slightly. There were no words spoken. Over the house music, I could just barely make out the sound of the door opening as he leaves. I can't help but chuckle quietly at what just transpired. The air against my still wet ass is a lingering reminder of that, intimate connection. I give a contented sigh to my now-empty room, and all of this, despite the music and the excited state of me, somehow brings me to real sleep. I don't know how exactly long I am out. I wake some short time later, my ass still just barely damp enough to notice. I don't move in that moment, except to peek over my shoulder at the door. I can just barely make out that it's closed now. As I begin to wonder if the guy closed it as he left, I hear something. The sound of a small, plastic *click*. I know the sound well. Someone has my bottle of lube, and they've just opened it at the foot of my bed. I didn't notice them come in while I was asleep. Despite my excitement, I keep calm and feel ready for whatever this new guy has in mind. I close my eyes, and I wait. What comes next is the feeling of a hand, invading between my thighs, reaching under me, and grabbing for my soft dick. Another hand shoves at my hips to reposition them and allow my dick to lie flat against the bed, now showing between my legs. Slowly, my erection grows in his large hand. Perhaps I wouldn't get fucked this time either, but I have the feeling I'll enjoy this. I hear a hiss and a squirt and then there is a sudden wetness as the guy delivers a healthy supply of lube to my dick in his hand. He wastes no time as he starts to jerk me off in this odd position. There is a sudden expertness to his strokes, and it all becomes too much, very fast. I try to keep my breathing calm enough to pass as still asleep, but it's getting hard. Maybe it was the parade of guys that came before. Maybe it's just how exposed and used I feel. Whatever the reason, I've never had a handjob quite like this before. I felt him running his fingers over my ass up and down my crack before he aimed for my hole, fingering in the load that was there. With a quickness, I explode in this guy's hand with what must be a massive load of cum. I have no idea how much ended up on the bed, or in his hand, or wherever else that cumshot could have gone. His hand leaves my dick, and I am surprised when the walls of this tiny room shake slightly with the quick opening and closing of a door. I assume I am alone, and that the closed door means I have a moment of honest respite now. That moment is broken when I hear the wet sound of maybe lube and cum in someone's hands directly behind me. As well as faint whispers that I just couldnt make out. Did he let someone else in? I guess now that the guy is going to jerk off with my cum and leave me a load of his own. Being a bit of a cumslut, I smile inwardly, exalting at the prospect of his cum on my body. The wet sounds stop suddenly and I can hear him shift slightly behind me. I wonder where he's going to cum, and then I feel that question answered when his weight settles on the bed. I can feel his body looming over me, all around me, and the back of his hand settle on my ass. I am waiting now for the splash of a cumshot on my butt. What happens instead is the feeling of his fist shifting downwards, his dick in that grip suddenly lining up with my hole. His weight shifts forward and then, falling down on me in one motion, he penetrates my barely-stretched hole all at once. My cum and the left over lube being all the lube I got. I can't help it. I let out a yelp. I don't know if it's audible over the house music, but it doesn't seem to matter if it was. My ass is burning from the sudden penetration, but the guy doesn't miss a beat. He pulls out, slowly, and shoves his dick right back in just as before. And again. In this small room, covered in spit and cum, and being fucked by what I'm certain is a dick lubricated mostly in my cum from an orgasm just barely passed, I cannot feel pleasure from this fucking. I only feel fear at what he might do next. This brutal fucking is not an accident. This helpless, painful state was his plan all along and I don't know what I can do to stop it. Each sudden shove and slow retrieval sends pain shooting through my body, and I can tell now that this man is much larger than me- both his dick and his stature. I want to wake up from this nightmare, but something in me tells me it's better to just stay asleep. I adjust my face so that I can inhale from my popper rag. Somehow, I suppress the screams of pain bubbling up inside me. Somehow, I lie there, as limp as if I were actually asleep. Somehow, I bear this calculated, sadistic fucking. I don't know how long this lasts, but it feels like forever. I am thoroughly awake now, but I still keep my eyes shut tightly and my body limp. Eventually, the pain of the thrusts loses its burning intensity, giving way to a subtler ache. Then pleasure, as the poppers do their job. Similarly, those cruel, deep thrusts slowly give way to quicker, more manageable fucking. As I feel his dick pulse inside me, I know for a fact that he hasn't used one of the condoms at all. I don't worry about that now and I just count myself lucky that my cum worked well enough as lubricant. He collapses on me, his full weight on my "sleeping" body as his dick deposits the last of that well-earned load. His breathing is fast, but slows as the orgasm passes. As he regains his composure, he lets out a little laugh and whispers in my ear, "Night night, bitch." I don't say anything back. I don't move at all. He slowly gets up from on top of me and gives my ass an insultingly playful slap. I hear the man say theirs some special lube by the condoms, then the door open and I listen carefully as it closes. My hole burns from the brutal fucking. I feel the coolness of the air on my lubed ass. But it didn't last long before I heard the other guy. Ah that kind of lube, I brought some too. I wasn't responding still trying to keep up the fantasy. I could hear him pick something up, and tell me he's gonna lube me up good. Then I feel it, a wetness pouring directly onto my hole and his finger waiting to push it all in. Only thing is, I didn't hear the lube bottle. What was he using to lube me? A lube packet? It didn't take long for my question to be answered. There's one, my sleeping beauty, now two more. He poured more "lube" on my hole repeating the process to more times. "And for good measure" I heard him say before I could hear the shuffling of rubber and felt what I would later find out to be condoms, being fingered into my hole. I could feel the bed shift again, then what felt like a baseball bat at my hole. Now I've had big ones before but he was BIG with a huge mushroom head. I couldn't help but stir a little as he was working his way into me. I felt him push my face into the pillows, unknowingly making me take deep inhales of poppers. "Just stay asleep a little longer were almost there". His attitude mixed with the poppers really got me going and loosened my hole. I swear I could hear the pop of his head breaching my hole. Then he sank in me fully bottoming out. "Good boy". Then he picked up the pace fucking me with long hard strokes. Almost pulling completely out then back to the base. It was alot to take and I almost felt like "waking up" just to make the rough fucking end. But before I could make up my mind he trusted 4 more deep thrusts easily breaching my second ring. I could feel his dick pulsing inside of me. "Fuck your gonna wake up pregnant baby". He slowly pulled out and I could feel a wetness running down my leg. "Gonna have to tell the guys we have a passed out cumslut to gift." I could hear the door open and I was left alone again. As I breath a shuddering sigh, I wondered if I should have just asked someone to fuck me instead. I sat up to check if I still had condoms and sure enough they were untouched, but what was weird is, the prefilled condom I put there was now gone . . . The end? Let me know what you think maybe I'll make a part two!

New Beginning Part 1 Alex and I aren’t exactly innocent, I’ll admit. We were best friends in high school, but being on opposite coasts, we drifted apart during college. A while ago, though, we reconnected online through one of the fetish sites and discovered we were both living in the same city. After a quick back-and-forth, we picked up right where we left off, though some things had clearly changed. These days, we’re both crushing it in our careers, real alphas in that sense. But when it comes to our personal lives, that’s a whole different matter, and we’ve figured out an arrangement that’s just right for us. ----- Back in high school, there’d been a growing distance between us at the start of our senior year that I couldn’t explain. I hadn’t told him I was gay. Afraid of his reaction, I never pushed it, wanting to keep our friendship. Besides, I never had a problem meeting up with guys from the university in town. So, I basically avoided shitting where I ate. We were both summer babies. By then, we were 18 and in peak shape. Physically, we could pass for brothers. Alex was 6’ to my 6’3” and both had classic swimmer's builds from our time on the varsity swim team. Even though I was taller, he had this quiet authority that made me never question him, and I usually just went along with whatever he said. At the beginning of the season, we decided buzz our hair. Well, to be honest, he decided for us. One afternoon, while we were hanging out in his bedroom, he started complaining about his curly hair. Then, out of nowhere, that familiar look crossed his face, and I knew he’d made up his mind about something. Pulling me into the bathroom, he took off his t-shirt, grabbed a pair of clippers, and started buzzing off his curls while I sat there on the toilet, watching. You could say that’s the day things changed in our friendship. “What do you think, Luke?” he asked with a grin, running a hand over his head as his blue eyes sparkled. “Looks better, right?” For a second, I took a good look at him. God, he was sexy standing there and he knew it! With his hair buzzed, his eyes stood out even more. He was smiling, revealing a set of pearly white teeth, paired with deep dimples. I melted and started thinking about how he looked without any clothes on. “Uh, yeah, looks good,” I mumbled, feeling my cock growing in my underwear and hoping it wasn’t obvious. Smiling, he walked toward me, scattering some of the black curls around the bathroom floor. He bent down, took my hand, and started rubbing his scalp with it. “Feels good, doesn’t it?” he smiled, waiting to see my reaction. I just sat there, feeling the short hairs scraping my palm. Damn, it did feel good. All I could do was nod as I started to notice his ever-present bulge growing. Like I said, physically we could pass for brothers, but Alex was definitely bigger than me. Although I’m way above average down there, it was obvious in the showers to everyone who’d won the prize in genetics. “Yep,” he smiled, lifting me up and walking me to the mirror. At this point, I couldn’t do anything but go along. It had always been this way, and he knew it. Standing at the mirror, I could feel him behind me. His bulge was barely pushing against me, just enough that I couldn’t be completely sure. He started being playful, almost teasing me, as he pulled off my shirt. "Let’s do it.” I froze. I could totally feel his bulge against my ass now. Wrapping his arms around me, he pressed his pecs against my back and pinned me against the vanity, making sure I couldn’t move. “Trust me,” he purred in my ear. He moved in and pushed me harder against the vanity to stop me from getting away. With that, he switched on the clippers. Pressing them to the back of my neck, he ran them up, buzzing a stripe right up the middle of my head to make sure it was a done deal. Closing my eyes, I lowered my head as I felt the vibrations on my scalp as his bulge pushed against me. Finally done, he grabbed a hand towel, brushed the loose hair off my shoulders, and checked me out. “There,” he laughed, “Looks good.” “Yeah?” I asked, looking at myself in the mirror, with him still against me. “Yep, definitely,” he nodded, putting his hands on my shoulders and turning me around to face him, “Even better than before.” I just stood there, not able to say a word. That's when he made his move. Taking hold of my smooth pecs, he started playing with my nipples and moved in for a kiss. “Fuck. What are you doing?” I stupidly asked, shocked that he was making a move on me. “Shhh,” he whispered, “Something I should have done before.” Instantly, our lips met, and our tongues invaded each other’s mouths. But all along, I could feel his overtaking mine, shoving it in deeper and deeper, taking possession of my mouth. We started undressing each other until our shorts were around our ankles. That's when I noticed he wasn’t wearing any underwear. “Fuck, Luke,” he sighed, his cock at full mast. “Shower, let’s rinse off.” Once in the shower, he smiled, “Get in, fucker, and close the curtain, the floor’s getting wet.” Dropping my underwear, I stood there naked in front of him. It wasn’t the first time, but somehow it wasn’t the same. Walking into the shower, I closed the curtain and silently watched the water cascade down his muscled back and over his firm ass as he lathered up. When he finally turned around, my eyes moved down the ridges of his hard abs to his shaved crotch and fixed on the droplets falling from the tip of his cock. Tentatively lifting my hands to his pecs, I stepped closer and ran my hands over the smooth slabs of muscle. ‘What the fuck, Luke,” I said, cupping them, “Where’s this coming from?” “You gotta problem with it?” he chuckled with a devilish grin, flexing his pecs before slipping his hand down to my shaved junk to play with it. “Naw,” I gasped, slipping my hands over his body. “That’s better,” he sighed, planting his lips on mine. Our hands started to explore each other’s body. He was grinding his cock into mine and I gave back the same as I pressed into him. Grabbing my ass, he pulled me into him, the water making our shaved skin slick. I’d fantasized about us shaving each other for a meet, but now here we were, my hands were on him and not just to shave him. Releasing me, Alex grabbed my cock and started hitting it against his. “Shit yeah, finally,” he moaned, dropping to his knees and kissed the tip. Then, without a second thought, he opened up and took me in. I could feel his lips sliding over me and gasped, feeling the wetness of his mouth on my cock for the first time. With just the tip in, he sucked and licked the underside with his tongue. I could hear him moaning with pleasure over the rush of water in shower. Fuck, I was getting hard. That’s when he forced his mouth down and swallowed me to the root. I could feel his soft lips around the base of my shaft. “Fuck yeah, Alex,” I moaned. I held onto the shower walls to steady myself, surprised at how easily he took me down. He started to deep throat me, bobbing up and down my cock. He’d pull back until just the tip was in his mouth and flick my piss slit with his tongue. Right away, he’d force his way back down, gripping the shaft with his lips. He kept on sucking until he stood up with big grin and walked out of the shower. “Let’s hit the bed. I want you in me,” he smiled, grabbing a towel to dry off. I just stood there, under the running water, trying to take in what he’d just said and done. Not only was he into guys but wanted me to fuck him. Seeing my confusion, he tossed me a towel. “Fuck, man. I’ve wanted this for a while now. Everyone always wants me to fuck them,” he explained, holding his throbbing cock, “but I’m into nice fat cocks like yours, too.” I nodded, turned off the water, and dried myself off. Running my hand over my freshly buzzed scalp, I followed him into the bedroom where he was already sitting on the side of the bed, legs spread. I just stood there, in front of him, as he opened the nightstand drawer. “Got something we can try,” he smiled. “Dude, what the fuck?” I said, seeing him holding a glass pipe. “Don’t worry,” he grinned, heating the bowl, and inhaled, “I don't do it all the time, but this is a special occasion.” I looked down at him blowing the cloud from his lips. His cock stood straight up as his low hanging shaved sac hid his hole. Fuck, I envied it. Mine was smaller and hugged my shaft when I got hard. He looked me up and down before setting his eyes on my cock. “You’ve never fucked a guy, have you?” I just nodded side to side, not knowing what to say to any of this. “Fuck, Luke. Your cock is perfect,” he growled, holding the pipe as if to tease me, “Get over here.” Leaning over and taking hold of my cock, he pulled me onto the bed and slipped the warm stem between my lips. “Just one hit, that’s all,” he purred. ‘Damn him,’ I thought, knowing I couldn’t resist it when he did that and took the hit. “Good boy,” he smiled, “just one more deep one.” What else could I possibly do but just roll with it? Here I was with my best friend, naked on his bed, whom I had been fantasizing about. So, I went for it, feeling his eyes on me the whole time. I took a deep one, feeling the warmth filling my lungs as he played with my cock. “Deeper,” he growled, “Feels good, doesn’t it? A few more won’t hurt.” I just sat there nodding, starting to feel the effects hit me. I hesitated but did what he told me and kept taking more. Next thing I knew, our bodies were grinding, and our tongues danced as he grabbed my hand and moved it between his open legs. I started fingering his now slicked hole. This drove him even more crazy. He laid back and started moaning. “Goddam it, Luke, fuck me.” For some reason, I hesitated for a second, but I moved down and ran the tip of my cock over the entrance to his hole. Looking up into his face, I easily sank into him, spreading him open and feeling the heat wrap around my shaft. “Fuck, yeah,” he gasped, feeling me inside him. Grabbing his cock, I started rapidly pumping into him, my balls slapping against his ass. I was kind of just going through the motions, not really thinking about what I was doing. Alex kept moaning to keep it up, but suddenly, I could feel myself going soft. I tried to take it all in, finally being here with my best friend, but it was no use. Maybe it was the anxiety of it being the first time or it was a side effect of the meth that I’d heard about, but my body just wasn’t into it. I moved down the bed as my cock slipped out of him. “Sorry, I can’t,” was all I could say, feeling like a failure. Suddenly, Alex sat up, his eyes locking with mine. “Fucker, it’s ok,” he said, kissing me, “I thought you might be a total bottom gay boy and the T you just smoked proved it.” I started to think about all the times we hung out and how it never came up. “You knew about me?” “Yep. I figured it out a while ago,” he smiled, taking another hit before exhaling. “I was cool with it and figured it didn’t matter. So, I didn’t mention it.” “So, what changed?” “I guess I just wasn’t sure how I really felt about guys, until I spent the month at my uncle’s place this summer. I met one of his neighbors. Fuck man, he showed me how good a cock feels up my ass,” he said, looking off into the distance. “Fuck,” I moaned, realizing the moment the distance between us started. “That’s when I started thinking about you differently. Fuck, I realized you were the only one I could always be myself with,” he sighed, looking directly at me. “And that,” I asked, motioning to the pipe, “He show you that, too?” “Yep, he did. I’ll tell you all about it sometime,” he grinned, inhaling another hit and placing his lips against mine, “But now’s not the time.” That’s when he exhaled the cloud into my mouth. He was so in control that I just inhaled it before we kissed again. I still couldn’t believe we were doing this. I started kissing his neck and grabbed his hard cock. I kept on, moving down to his pecs and started moaning, licking the deep ridges of his abs. I gave his cock a few strokes before moving past it and kissed his thighs. “Fucker, suck it,” Alex groaned, “I know you want to.” It was true, I did. So, I grabbed onto his nuts and slowly started licking up his shaft, feeling that popped out vein wrapped around it. I wanted to remember how it felt and tasted. Hitting the underside of the mushroom head, I stopped. There it was, a huge drop of pre-cum slowing rising out of his wide-open piss slit. I couldn’t take my eyes off it. Grabbing his cock, Alex held the head with two fingers and squeezed. I quickly moved to taste it, but he pulled back. “Uh, uh,” he purred, “Tell me what you want.” “Please,” I moaned, looking at the droplet just sitting the between the folds of his piss slit, ready to drop any second. “Please, what?” he chuckled, waving his cock just out of my reach. Looking up into his eyes, I said it. “Please, let me taste it, Alex. I want your cock.” Then, I hit the jackpot. He nodded and I moved in, lapping up the pre-cum before taking him into my mouth. I started moaning, realizing it was finally happening. It wasn’t my imagination. “Fuck!” he groaned, putting his hands on my head and caressing my freshly buzzed scalp, “Goddammit.” I started teasing him, slowly sucking and sliding the tip of my tongue over the piss slit. He couldn't help but moan every time. After a bit, he started to push my head deeper and I let him do it. I wanted to feel him down my throat, but wasn’t sure I could take him. Bit by bit, I let him in. I kept sucking him, my tongue wrapping itself on the underside of the shaft. I was loving it, and I could tell he was, too. Maybe it was the meth or maybe it my wanting it so much, but I slid my tongue along the underside and forced myself down his cock ‘til I could feel him hit the back of my throat. That’s when I gripped his hips and pushed myself more. “AH, SHIT!” he growled, feeling the pressure of my throat give way and he completely slid in. My nose hit his shaved crotch. I couldn’t breathe and started gagging. Part of me didn’t care. I’d done it. I was sucking my best friend's cock. Seeing me continuing to gag, he pushed me off. “Fucking cocksucker! You did it!” he laughed, seeing my spit dripping off my chin before rolling me onto my back. I laid there, looking at him stroking his slimy cock covered in my spit. “Gotta get you ready for Big Alex,” he joked. I gasped as he slipped two rough fingers inside me. Finding my spot, I started moaning. I lifted my hips to meet his slow, deliberate movements, making sure I was ready for him. Satisfied, he spread my legs and placed the tip of his cock at my stretched hole. He slowly started pushing into me. At first, I didn’t think I could take him, but the meth kicked in, and I threw my head back. “Fuck! Do it!” “Damn right, I’m gonna do it,” he growled, feeding me one more hit. “Told you it was a special occasion, and I want to make sure you can take me. Just inhale and relax.” I needed his cock and didn’t care that I was smoking meth, as long as he fucked me, so I took a deep one and tried to relax. “Goddamn!” I yelled, feeling him opening me up. Fuck it hurt. But at the same time, his thick cock felt good sliding into me. “Yep, fucker, you took it right in. No girl’s been able to do that so fast. Usually takes a while,” he moaned, working it slightly in and out of me to get me used to his massive cock. Looking up at him, I could see his eyes filling with lust. “Yeah, Alex, fucking fill me, I’m no fucking girl,” I moaned, losing control and accepting he was in charge. “That’s the plan, fucker,” he growled, going in deeper, “I should’ve done this the minute I got back.” I was feeling him deep inside me now, his balls pressed against my ass. “Shit, you’re fucking huge!” I moaned, “I can’t...” Gripping my hips, he pulled back, just leaving the tip inside me. "You can do it. Gonna breed that fucking tight ass of yours,” he grunted, pushing slowly back in. He paused with about half his shaft left to go. He took a deep breath, grabbed my hips and slammed the rest of it into me. "Goddamn, fuck," I kept repeating as he told me to relax and enjoy it. I loved the mix of pleasure and pain as he leaned in, sweat dripping, and kissed me. He started pumping into me a little harder. “Your hole feels so good on my cock. Tell me how much you’ve thought about it. I know you have.” Wrapping my arms around him, I pulled him in and held him tight. “Fuck, Alex,” I grunted as he started pounding me, “I’ve fucking been jacking off thinking about that fat cock of yours ever since you went away.” “Yeah, fucker? Well, you’ve got it now, anytime you want it.” At this point, I urged him on, recognizing the signs he was close and knowing he’d be unloading into me soon. “Shit, yeah. Give it to me, Alex.” The room filled with our moans from the fucking ‘til I could feel his cock swelling up even more. "Fucking take it," he kept grunting. He kept it up, thrusting harder and harder, before collapsing on top of me. I could feel him spasming and shooting into me. Wrapping my legs around him, I held him tight, feeling the spasms continue and wondering what the fuck was happening. “You ok,” I asked after a bit. “Yep,” he panted, finally calming down. “That happens sometimes. Fuck, that was great. I was worried you couldn’t take me. But, with a little help,” he smiled, motioning to the pipe, “You did it, fucker.” “Sure did,” I laughed and kissed him. I laid beneath him, his body pressing down on mine. Our shaved skin was slick with sweat as the heat from his body mingled with mine. After that, the distance disappeared, and things went back to how they used to be, now just with a little extra closeness between us. I never did try topping again. How could I, after taking Alex’s cock? From then on, all I wanted was his cock inside me, filling me up, and he was more than happy to help with that. Plus, he made sure the pipe was handy, if I needed it.

[Above: A picture of me in March 2013, immediately after taking a raw load deep in my pozzed-up cumhole.] I wasn't always a cumpig. Throughout my 20s, I was extremely careful to use condoms all the time, even in committed relationships. But when I was about 25, I discovered bareback porn, and it was the hottest thing I'd ever seen: these guys freely gave up their asses to raw tops, BEGGING for loads, celebrating cum instead of fearing it. Bareback porn felt dangerous and intense and exactly right. Soon enough, I was on the local phone chatline, talking to guys who told me all about the world of poz pigs: bugchasers, giftgivers, conversion parties. I began posting profiles on bareback hookup sites, but only as a top -- that was my compromise, my attempt to play with fire from a safe distance. But every time I had my raw dick buried in a jockpig's beautiful wide-open boybutt, I'd see the blissed-out look on his face, his muscular legs spread wide to reveal his hungry faggot cumhole. And after pounding his guts full of my DNA, I'd feel that total sense of connection as I pulled my cum-covered cock from his hole, tiny strings of jizz connecting my raw dick with his pulsing, hungry, dripping cunt. Of course, I wasn't content to live vicariously through those bottom pigs. I wanted to BE them. I finally began living the life of an unapologetic bareback pig in 2007 -- the same weekend I moved to San Francisco. It was mid-July and I was looking for a hookup online. I found a hot couple (one top, one vers); the top wanted to watch his boyfriend take raw dick. I volunteered and headed their way. When I arrived, I was happy to see that they were even hotter than their pictures. Both were in their 30s; the top, Jake, had a square jaw, wolfish eyes, and a tuft of chest hair sticking out from the neck of his T-shirt. His boyfriend, Trey, was a few years younger, clean-shaven and very preppy-looking. It was clear from their tight T-shirts that they had some seriously hot bodies under their clothes. I sat down on their couch, all of us still fully dressed. After a little bit of small talk, there was an awkward pause. Then Jake said to me, "So -- do you party?" I shook my head. "No, I've never done that." He glanced over at Trey, then back at me. "Well -- would you like to try it?" "It's no big deal either way," Trey said to me, doing his best to be as nonchalant as possible. "This stuff just makes you feel a little more horny, that's all." I shrugged. "Sure, I guess," I said. Jake flashed a little half-smile, then grabbed a pipe from a desk drawer. He put the pipe up to my lips, lit it, and told me to wait until his command. Then, when smoke began emerging from the top of the pipe, he told me to begin inhaling slowly. It was a very big hit -- he had me inhaling for a long time, and the cloud that came out of my mouth was thick and solid white -- but he registered disappointment. "That wasn't a very big one," he said. "Let's try one more." Then another. All three hits were administered under the pretense that they were too tiny to be effective. But after that third hit, I sat back, rubbed my crotch, and immediately began squirming on the sofa, feeling a strange, restless need to be naked and feel Jake's muscular, hairy body rubbing up against mine. Jake was watching me closely, nodding while he growled under his breath. "You can take your clothes off, Ben," he said, smiling that half-smile again. "Just get naked. Show off for me. You feeling good?" [Above: A picture of me taken immediately after returning from a hotel party, where I took two loads in my pighole.] I nodded. In fact, I had NEVER felt so good. As I took off my shirt and pants, Jake pulled his dick out of his pants and picked up the pipe again. His 8.5" cock was the perfect instrument for pounding another man into submission -- fat, slightly curved upward, with a mushroom head that was already dripping precum. This amazing tool, hard and glistening, bounced up and down as Jake hit the pipe. He blew the smoke into my mouth, then began running his hands all over my body. "How do your nips feel?" he asked. "They're tingling," I said. He laughed. "Yeah, they sometimes do that when you're fucked up. And how does this feel?" He ran his fingers lightly between my balls and my hole, causing me to gasp. No man's touch had ever felt this amazing. My legs immediately spread to give him easier access to a spot I never knew existed. Jake grinned again. "Nice, Ben. You ever get fucked?" "Sometimes," I said between shivering breaths, his fingers still brushing against my perineum. "Not often." "Well, you certainly look like you're in the mood for some dick," he said. "Do you want my dick inside you?" I answered with a nod. "No," he said, "Nodding isn't good enough. I asked if you wanted my dick inside you. I need to hear what you want." "I want your dick inside me," I said. "Good boy," he replied. Then a pause. "You read our profile, so you must be aware that we only fuck raw," he continued. "Did you know that?" I nodded. "I need to hear it," he said. "I know you only fuck raw." "And once I'm inside this sweet little fuckhole, I will not pull out. Period. Do you understand?" "I understand." Another pause as he continued to brush his fingers around the perimeter of my hole, my legs stretching further and further back as the Tina gave me a hunger for sex like I'd never known. "Now, unless I'm mistaken, I think your profile said that you're negative," he said. "Is that true?" A long pause. I didn't want to answer, because I was afraid that if I told him the truth, he might send me home out of concern for my health. But something about the situation -- his seductive tone, his dripping dick, his half-smile -- told me that I could be honest. "Yes, it's true," I said. "I was tested last week, and I'm still negative." "So you must be aware that the two of us are positive. Right?" "Yeah, I know you're poz." "And you still want me to fuck you?" I couldn't answer at first. All I could feel were those fingers teasing my partied-up fuckhole. "Yes," I finally said. "I still want you to fuck me." "Raw." "Yes, raw." "With our poz cocks, our poz precum, our toxic seed?" "Yes, poz." He grabbed both sides of my head, and drew me close to him so that we were looking directly into each others' eyes. "Tell me what you want, Ben. I know you've been keeping this a secret for a long time, but your secret's safe with me. And you can't get what you want until you tell me exactly what you're craving right now." "Poz seed," I choked out. I couldn't believe I was saying this, and yet I'd never been so turned on in my life. "You want poz seed blasted inside this sweet little neg fuckhole?" "Yes." "Good boy. Repeat after me: 'Please poz me, Jake.'" "Please poz me, Jake." "Louder, boy." "PLEASE POZ ME, JAKE." "Good. I'm so proud of you, Ben." He slapped my ass. "Now I think you need to go jump in the shower. You know what you're about to become? You're about to become a true bottom. Do you know what that means?" "No." "A true bottom," he said, "doesn't let fear get in the way of his top's dick. A true bottom freely surrenders his hungry fuckhole, spreads it wide for the man splitting him in half. Poz or neg, it doesn't matter. The only thing that matters is for the bottom to serve his top man like a good bottom should. It's all about embracing your role as a hot, muscular, hungry jockhole, existing solely to please pig tops. Is that what you want to be -- a true bottom? A bottom pig?" "Yes, please. Please make me a true bottom." At that moment, I saw his fat dick twitch, then ooze a heavy stream of precum onto the floor. Jake's half-smile was now a wide-open, evil grin. "Go shower up, boy," he said. "I can't wait to blast your insides full of my poz seed." MORE SOON...

I just stumbled across an interesting WAPO article I wanted to share here... As always be careful clicking on hyperlinks... [think before following links] [think before following links] https://www.washingtonpost.com/opinions/2025/04/03/trump-wilson-world-war-hochschild/?utm_campaign=wp_post_most&utm_medium=email&utm_source=newsletter&carta-url=https%3A%2F%2Fs2.washingtonpost.com%2Fcar-ln-tr%2F41ebbe7%2F67eeb3401c02d2281d849193%2F66845dc845de25149424c9ec%2F19%2F65%2F67eeb3401c02d2281d849193 Jim

found this on a hard drive - NOT MY STORY Andy was chatting on the internet, as usual, looking for a hot guy to fuck him, as usual! He is a tall, sexy looking young guy with a nice body and a charming smile. Andy never has any trouble finding spunky men to fuck his ass. He loves to be the btm, and loves to do it bareback. He has not caught the bug so far, mainly, he thinks, because he always asks the men who are about to put their raw dicks inside him if they are "clean". So Andy read through the profiles that were on offer, and was drawn to one in particular. The guy was in his forties, much older than Andy, but he had the most beautiful penis Andy had ever seen. The guy, named Paul, had many pics in his profile of his cock, long fat and hard, sliding in and out of smooth young boy cunts, dripping with thick white cum. Even though Andy was a young hot guy, he secretly lusted after older, rougher looking men, and Paul was perfect! His body looked strong and masculine, like a solid built rugby player or something, and his eyes were deep and inviting as they stared out of the computer screen. Andy was just about to flick Paul a message, when he noticed something on the profile. It said "Full blown poz for 7 years". Andy had fantasize about being pozzed up before, but he always kept it just a fantasy. So he sent a message to the guy saying "Hi" and "Nice Cock". The guy messaged back and they got really into it, chatting about how great it would feel to have a one on one charge party for Andy tonight, and get him all loaded up with poz cum. After a while Paul asked for Andy's phone number and he admitted that he had no intention of going through with it, that he loved life too much to let his sexual fantasy ruin it! So they left it at that. Andy then went and lay down on his bed, with his dildo, and started to slide it slowly up his ass. He sniffed some poppers and wanked off, until he was close to shooting his load. He could not get the image of Pauls cock out of his mind, and he imagined that Paul was fucking him then and there, with no condom, and pumping his ass full of cum. Andy went back to the computer, without cumming, and started chatting to Paul again. Paul said "Hey, why don't you cum over, and we can have safe sex, it will be hot, there is no reason why we can't have some fun, if we are both sensible about it (-: "So Andy fought with his better judgment for a while, but finally his hard-on got the better of him and and he jumped in his car and headed over to Paul's house. When he got there he was struck by how masculine and relaxed Paul was, he was a really sexy guy! They kissed as they stood in the living room together, and Andy felt a kind of electric energy in the air. They went to the bedroom and got undressed in front of each other, their eyes all over one-another's bodies. "So, is this the first time you have ever knowingly been naked with an HIV positive man?" Paul asked "Yeah it is" said Andy nervously, he was so excited about their bodies making first naked contact, he reached out and pulled Paul on top of him, and they kissed deeply, Paul's tongue going so far inside Andy's mouth that he felt as though he was being fucked already. Paul stopped kissing him and looked into his eyes, his 8" thick hard penis was digging into Andy's groin, he said "Feels good doesn't it?" Yeah, it feels amazing" Andy replied. They continued to kiss and Andy felt the full weight of Paul's body on top of him, it felt like the best sensation in the world. Paul worked up a huge gob of spit in his mouth and slowly let it fall into Andy's mouth. Andy opened his mouth and let the spit enter him, loving the feeling of it. They kissed again, and then Paul said "Come with me". He led Andy to the bathroom and made him kneel down. He put his hard penis at Andy's lips, and began to piss, a strong stream of piss that went down Andy's throat. He swallowed it all down, his own cock hard as a rock with lust for Paul. After drinking all Paul's beautiful hot piss, they went back to the bedroom. You like having me inside you, don't you? My piss, my spit?" "Yeah, I love it" said Andy. They rolled around on the bed and Paul began to mount Andy. "I'm not going to put my dick in you, don't worry, I'm just gonna press my cock head against your hole, so you know how great it feels to have a poz cock touching your ass" Andy lifted his legs high and wide, and Paul pressed the huge head of his penis against the tight asshole before him. Pre-cum oozed from the hole at the tip of his penis, and he rubbed it into Andy's tight hole. Paul gave Andy a bottle of poppers and they both inhaled deeply. They kissed and Paul spat another large gob of spit into Andy's open mouth. "This feels so good, doesn't it" "Yeah I've never felt anything so amazing in my life" "You know, if you are into barebacking, its only a matter of time until a guy will poz you up, you may as well do it on your own terms, and with a guy you really like" "I'm scared though, I don't want to feel sickness and pain" "Don't worry, after you convert, and get the fuck flu, you wont feel sick for years, and you can enjoy sex the way it was meant to be. You can become the sperm-slut you know you are, deep inside" Andy looked deep into Paul's eyes, as the head of Paul's penis stayed firmly placed at his boy-cunt. "Oh man, I want to put the rest of my cock head inside you Andy" They sniffed some more poppers, and then Paul pressed a little harder on Andy's hole, and the pre-cum slicked it up so he could put the whole head inside. Andy took another hit of poppers, and then they kissed deeply again. He had never felt so good, his whole body was tingling and he wanted to feel Paul's penis fucking him so much. "Man, your penis is so beautiful, I love it in me so much, I need it man. I wanna take your beautiful sperm inside me" he murmured. "Oh yeah, I wanna put the whole thing in you, I wanna fuck you so hard, I want you to be a slave to my penis, to my sperm. I need to shoot my poz cum in you Andy, can i fuck you man?" They both took another hit of poppers and then Andy said "Yeah, give me your cum, I need it" Andy opened his legs as wide as they would go, and lifted his ass up as high as he could, and Paul pushed himself down, so that Andy's legs were pressed back, and their faces met perfectly. Then it happened, Paul drove his huge hard penis all the way into Andy, and their bodies connected together. "You're gonna have my cum inside you forever man, I'm gonna change your body, you're never gonna be the same again" His cock slid in and out, sometimes all the way out, then all the way in. Andy was trembling with lust, he had never experienced sex like this before, he had no idea his body was capable of such pleasure! The took deep hits of poppers, and Paul kept fucking him deep. "Oh God, man, I'm gonna destroy your body with my sperm, I'm gonna fuck you to death, you're my cum slut now, your a dirty piece of shit, you deserve my AIDS sperm boy" "Oh yeah, I need it, I'm worthless man, just fuck me up, poz me up, I need your HIV, I need your sperm so bad" said Andy, completely lost in the hotness of the fuck. "Fuck man, I'm gonna cum, my sperm is gonna take over your body, give into it man, let it enter you, don't resist it" "Oh man, Oh yeah, fuck man, give it to me, fuck me up man!" The energy in the room was so intense, Andy could feel that something amazing was about to happen in his body, and that he should not try to stop it. They kissed again, long and hard, and then Paul began to cum. He fucked into Andy hard and fast, and deep, and then shot his load of thick white sperm right into Andy's open hungry ass hole. "Oh man, wow, that was amazing!" Andy was stunned, but he remained horny, so Paul jerked him off, while his penis was still hard inside Andy. "This is your last neg load boy! You're never gonna be the same after tonight" Andy was overcome with lust and he shot a huge load of sperm onto his stomach. Paul collapsed on top of him and they lay in each others arms and fell to sleep. A few weeks later Andy came down with the flu, and eventually he tested poz. He was now a pozzed up cum slut, on the prowl for a re-charge...

My ex texted me: Happy Birthday! We haven't talked in a while. How is your special day? Going pretty good. But you know I don't go all out for my birthdays. Not really sure how to celebrate. So glad you remembered. Thanks! We should get together soon and catch up. Yes we should. I would like that. Fast forward just over a week to the next Thursday…..And another text from my ex. So, were you serious about wanting to get together? Yes I am. What do you have in mind? So we made plans to meet for dinner. And the drinks flowed. I was feeling good and buzzed. And I am sure he was too. Since he lives about an hour away, I didn't want him to drive. And since the bedroom was definitely NOT the reason we broke up, I offered to let him stay over so he wouldn't drive drunk. Once we got to my place, we started kissing. And one thing lead to another, we wound up in bed. Naked of course. He is on top of me and pulls back to look me intently. He says: I frequently have this fantasy where I hold you down and rape you. I am taken aback by how blunt he is, but I think it's hot. I say: Well, I would need 2 things. One, I would want to fight back so it feels real. And two, you can't stop and ask if everything is ok. He smiles. Me: And I would like it if you were extremely verbal and rough. Even if I get hurt. It will be just more to remember it by tomorrow. He grabs a handful of my hair and pulls my head back. I get out a tiny scream before he covers my mouth with his and pushes his tongue inside. I guess it's on! We had more rough, hot, kinky sex that night than all of the kinky sex we had over our 5 year relationship combined. He called me names. Horrible names. Forced himself on me, and inside me. He dragged me to the shower and pissed on me before taking me back to the bed, still dripping. Floors, sheets, and bed be damned. I didn't care at all. I was horny and he was pushing every button I had. Some I didn't even know I had. And then the breeding - talk and action - began. He told me he was going to breed me, knock me up, get me pregnant, give me his babies. I was loving it. I knew he was poz but undetectable. Even so, the verbal onslaught was hot. I don't know how, but it was over an hour later when he said he was going cum. He was pounding my hole. It hurt. But it was all I wanted and asked for. And so much more. He literally roared: I'm cumming! I was certain my neighbors would hear that. And when he pushed in that last time balls deep, I screamed too. I knew I would be getting looks from my neighbors. But who cares! I could feel him swelling and then shoot shot after shot of cum deep in my ass. His cum convulsions were much more intense than anything I had experienced with him in the past. And I laid there and took it all in. The pain, the pleasure, the sweat. And most of all, his load. When he finally finished cumming, he pulled out and laid beside me. We were both breathing heavy. It took a few minutes to calm out breathing and heart rates. He finally broke the silence and said: I have a confession to make. I recently changed insurance and they are making me jump through hoops to get my meds. I ran out over 3 weeks ago. Good thing you are on PrEP. Me: Well, I have a confession of my own. I had to stop PrEP for a few weeks for some other lab tests. As we lay there mulling over our confessions, I noticed I was rock hard and turned on. I reached over to feel his dick and he was hard too. His dick was literally pulsing with his heartbeat. I sat up on my knees and straddled him. I reached back and lined up his dick with my hole and sat down. Me: Let's make sure I get pregnant with your poz babies. Another round of hot, kinky, and poz focused sex kept us up for another 2 hours. I had never known him to cum so many times in a single session. I was overflowing with his cum. Every time he came, my hole got slicker. And every thrust splashed cum everywhere. About 3 weeks later, I felt like I got hit with a truck. The fever, chills, aches all came together to tell me that I was definitely converting. He came over and actually convinced me to have sex again. I would have never thought that fuck-flu sex would be anything I would want. But it was hot. And he shot 2 loads in my ass. I couldn't get enough. Couple of weeks later, I arranged for him to go with me to get tested. We waited in the clinic for the test results. And then we were called back into a room for my results. Of course, I was poz. After the nurse told me the results and we talked a little while, he left us alone in the room to gather my thoughts. As he was leaving, he said: Take as long as you want. As soon as the door clicked closed, I kissed my ex and put his hand on my crotch. He could feel the hard on through my pants. In almost an instant, our pants were around our knees and I was getting fucked - bare of course - right there in the exam room in the clinic. Mid fuck, the door opened and in walked the nurse. He smiled and said: KY is in that drawer, but here is some better lube. He handed my ex the bottle of lube and then reached over and locked the door. He pulled down his pants, exposing his rather large dick dripping with precum. He said: I.could tell by your expressions that you were turned on by your results. I was hoping to join in. I am poz, no meds. My ex pulled out of me and turned my ass towards the nurse. Then said: I am sure he would love your load too. I lost count how many loads I took at the STI clinic. But when they were done, I pulled up my pants and immediately felt them get wet from cum leaking out. I walked out of the clinic with a bulge in front and a wet spot in back. And a smile on my face. As we passed the nurse in the lobby, he said: See you next week for your follow-up. He clearly planned on fucking me again. And I planned on letting him.

You seem to be questioning whether someone is being partisan, and suggesting that DEI may be part of the driving force for that, but without a clearer exposition of your hypotheses I have no way to assess, consider, nor respond sensibly to this post.

Surprisingly, there is talk in San Francisco of reopening bathhouses. They closed in the 80s due to the AIDS pandemic. Oddly enough, the license jurisdiction became the purview of the police department, which for years never allow them to reopen. Surprise surprise. The law was recently revoked. The local papers have reported the possibility of two bath houses opening. The cost is projected to be in the million so we’ll see what happens. Fingers crossed! I’m hoping that San Francisco can be a Mecca for gay people once again, especially with everything happened in the United States.

On holiday in a beachside city. Had been bred previous evening in a hotel in a nearby beach but had just checked into the hotel I was to spend a week of vacation. Checked Grindr and was contacted by a guy who sent multiple photos leaving no doubt he was into barebacking. He was local, not a tourist, and mentioned he had a shop nearby where he sold beachwear and sexy underwear and fashionable clothes. While he was happy to come to my hotel suite I had a fantasy of fucking in the shop and he was obliging. Five minutes later I was walking into his shop, a customer left and he locked the door and put up the closed sign. My fantasy would have had us fuck near the picture window but reality, almost as good, had us climb stairs to his living quarters. When we chatted he mentioned he had previously had staff working on this level but moved them elsewhere so that he could more easily hook up with guys there. A slut after my own heart putting ass before profit. He had a practised routine and a special mattress close to hand was quickly in place on the floor and after some hot kissing and sucking I was soon on my back naked having my ass stretched before taking a big load. Took several videos as holiday souvenirs.

I was 14, with a guy who was mid-20s. Met him at the local swimming pool. Only realised I was gay about 6 months before - everyone else fucking knew - and wanted my virginity to fuck off at the earliest opportunity. He made the moves and I totally responded. We saw each other regularly and he taught me a lot about sex, and who I should be in sex. He fucked me a lot of times and even though it sometimes hurt, there was never any time when I didn't love it. He saw exactly who I was and unfolded it out of me. Passed me around a few of his friends too. By the time we fell out of contact when I was 16, I was very sexually experienced, and within a couple of years I was using that experience to make money while at uni. I owe a lot to that man. To this day I'm grateful for those days and nights we spent together.

Love Gay spa and saunas. It's the perfect place to pick up another gay guy who wants exactly what you want as all the other gay guys also go to hook up with others for fun. It's an awesome place to pick-up hiv+ or any other STI. I still go. It's better than grindr .As grindr is useless and going to a gay spa venue is Awesome. It's roulette when it comes to having sex with a guy who loves bareback sex with you and he may have given me something like a sti or STD and that's the life we live as gays.

The door slid open and instant overwhelm filled my senses. The music pulsed and the party raged inside, I turned back to Griff. “Where are we, Griff?” I asked. “Welcome to the vortex, Tag. You’re gonna love it. He led me into the room and as soon as we were through the door it slid shut behind us, causing me to jump at the clang it made as it fully shut. I took in the scene before me. It was a wide open warehouse space that seemed to be a pop-up club of some kind. Everyone was writing around dancing or- wait. Were they dancing? Are they naked? I could swear I saw them- “Come with me.” Griff pulled me to a room off to a side before my eyes could fully adjust to the scene before me. We were now in what appeared to be a locker room. Griff brought me to a locker in the corner, 347. He undid the lock. I recognized Tom’s clothing inside. “What’s happening? Where’s Tom?” I asked, growing concerned. “He’s out there having fun, bud. Just like we will be in a minute. There’s a dress code here.Underwear or less only.” Griff said to me. I blinked at him unbelieving. “Is this a joke? Are you pranking me?” “No joke, Tag.” Griff said, stripping off his shirt and tossing it in the locker. He looked good. He- I shook the thought from my head. Then he held my gaze as he unzipped and took off his jeans, putting them in the locker next. He was not in a hot pink jockstrap. My eyes were transfixed by his package. “See, no joke- Underwear only.” “But- I’m not wearing anything to make me look sexy like you. Er- I mean, I’m just in plain boxer briefs.” “I got you covered, Tag. I knew you might not be aware of what went on here so I brought you these.” Griff said, holding out a black jockstrap. I felt my dick jump in my pants, what a traitor it was. I was still so confused about all of this. I thought this would just be like a college frat party or something; a keg, some girls, maybe some pot. Now I had no idea what to expect from here. Griff took my face in his hands and brought my head to his so our foreheads were touching. “Look, I know this may be out of your comfort zone but I promise you that you are going to love tonight. It’s going to open doors for you. IT’s going to change everything for all of us. Tom and I we’ve been having all kinds of new fun and I want you to be a part of it, but Tom thinks you too innocent and doesn’t want to corrupt you. Let’s show him you can handle it- That this was in you all along.” “What was in me?” I asked. Then Griff was kissing me, I was shocked for a moment, then had a moment where I considered pushging him off of me to tell him I was no fag but his kiss felt… right. So I surprised myself by giving in. By kissing him back. We kissed for a few minutes right there at the locker before we broke apart, sheepishly grinning at one another. “You’re gay?” “Fuck, who needs labels kid? If it feels good, it's for me. Are you gay?” I blushed and stammered. He was hitting close to truths I hadn’t confided in anyone yet, hadn’t even acted on yet. ”Don’t worry, Tag. Tonight is going to feel good. I got you. Whatever you are, gay bi, whatever. I love you man, always have. Do you trust me?” “Of course I do.” “Good boy.” Griff said before reaching for then pulling off my shirt, I raised my arms and let him. Then allowed him to unbutton and unzip my pants. I let them fall. He then reached out and felt my bulge in my boxer briefs. “Damn, Tag. You’re big.” I swallowed down before reaching out, with his free hand he brought my hand to his pink jock encased package. “You are too.” “Put these on, then drink this.” He instructed, pulling a bottle with some juice from the locker. “We gotta get out there. It’s gonna be a good night.” I did as I was told, the juice tasted like shit. “What is this?” I asked as I downed the mini bottle of it, he must have spiked it with booze. “It juice with a little something extra, you said you trust me, remember?” And I did. I smiled at the way he watched me put the black jockstrap on. I’d always held a secret attraction to griff and now here we were, it was like a fantasy come true. When I was done, he threw my stuff in the locker and shut it before drawing me to him for another kiss. “Let's go man, tonight begins right now” he turned me around, slapped my ass and pushed me towards the door. Out in the club I felt self-conscious in just my jockstrap and shoes but Griff took my hand and felt reassured. Taking in the scene fully now I noted there seemed to be no women here, only men. They were all dressed in underwear or fully naked. Some did move in syncopation with the music, dancing. However, some also gyrated against each other sexually, making out aggressively or rubbing hard cocks. My eyes bulged looking over and seeing a guy on his knees servicing an older gentleman in leather who gave me a nod when he caught my stare. In another corner in a sling a blindfolded and harnessed guy was taking a cock up his ass while also sucking off a second man. I looked at Griff, then smiled. “This place is insane.” “Right?! We’re like kids in a candy store. Let’s dance.” And Griff pulled me into the mad crush of bodies. There were probably about 35 people in total. As we danced, we made out. Our tongues clashed and my hands found purchase on Griff’s toned body. He ran his hand along my side before bringing them to rest on my ass and pulling me as close to him as he could get me. He whispered in my ear “Tonight, you’re mine. And whoever else you want. But I need to have you, okay?” I could feel a warmth spreading in me and just kissed him more. This was more than I could have wished for and it was happening! Like some fucked up, kinky version of Cinderella where a black jockstrap subbed in for a glass slipper. The warmth I was feeling made me hornier than I had ever felt and I wondered what had been in the juice Griff had given me, but I also didn’t care. I slipped my hand down the front of Griff’s pink jockstrap. He broke from our kiss and looked at me. “Well, well, well. Someone’s eager!” And wasn’t I just that. I wanted him. His cock pulsed against my hand and I rubbed my palm along it before wrapping my hand around its length. “I need it, Griff.” I yelled in his ear over the thrum of music. “I know baby boy, all in good time.” Then a hand landed on his shoulder and spun him away from me, pulling my hand out of his pouch. I whimpered but let him go. When I realized who had spun him around, alarm bells rang out in my hazy mind. Tom. Shit. “Griff, there you are. I was wondering where you’d gone off to. I got distracted by a sexy hole. What have you been up to?” My big brother, Tom, asked Griff. Griff, ever the diplomat, seized control of the situation and feigning dance spun Tom around so now Tom’s back was to me. They gyrated against each other a few feet away and continued a conversation I couldn’t really hear. I knew I was fucked if Tom saw me, and not in the way I wanted to be. He’d probably kick me out, make me wait in the car or something. Why couldn’t he see me the way I saw him? Over Tom’s shoulder Griff signaled to me to go away “I’ll find you.” he mouthed. “Have some fun”. So I did. Feeling warm and horny I ventured off into the club on my own. END OF PART 2 What trouble will Tag up to on his own? Find out in Part 3- coming soon!

Aching for a thick cock to breed me

Part 4: Paying for My Decisions Maybe this will be a warning for some of you. It's taken me a couple of days to put into words what happened, because it's so crazy! So, you probably guessed that Sean came over. And yeah, he found me face-down, ass-up on my bed. It was just a few seconds (or maybe microseconds?) after I heard the door creak over. I felt that dreaded by desired thick cock probe my hole. And then a quick and unexpected jab. Oh fuck! I screamed in surprise. I didn't expect it so hard and quick. Then, he just held it in place. Despite only spending a short time with him the first time, he knew what I liked. That hot wet tongue went straight to my ear. The pain of the jab was replaced with the hot slurping sounds of his tongue in my ear. And, it was almost a reflex, when I yelped, "I wanna get aids!" Sean went to work on my ass. Oh my god, what an onslaught! What the hell was I thinking? After a minute or so of relentless pounding, he told me to thank him for getting aids. Okay, I would have said anything then because the pleasure was beyond describable. But, I was kinda surprised how much more turned on I got when I answered , "Thank you for A ---" ... ah fuck, he pounded me harder, "A --" .. I couldn't quite get it all out because of the rampage his massive cock was having on my hole. I finally made it out, and sounded like I was hiccuping as I replied "Thank you for AIDS!" He paused for a moment and demanded, "Say it again!" I couldn't help but to reply "Thank you for AIDS!" I was rewarded with another furious dicking. And then he stopped again. "How much do you want it?" he asked me. I didn't hesitate and didn't want him to pause any longer "I want it so fucking bad!" I nearly cried. "How much?" Sean said again, not seeming satisfied with the answer. I didn't know what he wanted to say. He clarified, "How much cash do you have right now?" Uggh . why was he pausing? He must have know how much I needed it. "LIke forty dollars, I think." I managed to guess. "Good, you're gonna give that to me," Sean insisted as he put his cock back into me. "Yes!" was my only answer. Sean was growing quite satisfied and I was more than excited as he pumped his cock deep into me. "You're such a whore, you are paying for aids," Sean said triumphantly. "Yes!" I was trying not to squeal in pleasure, "I'm paying you for aids!" I was in disbelief at what I was saying, but strangely turned on. Sean knew I would say or do anything for his dick. I was completely under his control now and he knew it. And I didn't care. His strokes were now quicker and stronger, He felt impossibly deep inside me; and I could tell from his breathing he was close to coming. "Ready for more aids cum?" Sean asked. There was only one clear answer, " Fuck yes! I wanna get aids!" Within a few seconds, he pounded me nearly into unconsciousness. I felt the erupting. I knew I was getting more aids cum and my dick turned into a faucet as I felt him fill unload deep inside me. Whether it was because of shock or pure exhaustion, I passed out. When I finally awoke a few hours later, I looked to my nightstand and saw my wallet opened and turned upside down. I grabbed it and looked it. Shit, I really paid for it.

Part 3: How to Stop? It was all kinda surreal. Sean left rather quickly after he filled my ass with his aids-filled cum. I was still trying to make sense of all of the contradictory feelings I had. Reality started to seep in. I might have gotten aids. The only thing I specifically remember him saying to me was "if you want more, you know what to text me." I couldn't believe what I just did. I showered vigorously after that, and tried to wash out my hole. Despite my efforts, I saw no evidence of his cum leaving me. Fuck, he must have been deep in me? I felt that wave of panic again as i considered the thought. In a last effort to find and perhaps remove any cum, I let my soapy fingers probe my hole some more. I tried to block out the words echoing in my brain "I wanna get aids." I tried to reconcile how I could have knowingly let a guy with hiv fuck me. It made no sense! And neither did the hard-on that grew as I probed my hole. What's going on here?! Intense memories of his recent dicking danced in my head. I tried to ignore them, but my dick was suddenly at full attention. As the water was trying to wash the last bit of sweat off me, I found myself stroking my dick as my left hand was fingering my own hole. There it was again, that odd and indescribable sensation. A longing? Maybe he was just a good fuck. It didn't matter. Sean was hot. It's not wrong to jack off thinking about a good fuck. I figured I'd just rub one out and be done with it. I couldn't forget his words "I'm giving you aids" as I jacked my cock. Why was I so turned on? His message replayed over and over as tugged at my member. It was only a few seconds before my orgasm arrived, almost without warning. And, oddly enough I found myself blurting out "i wanna get aids!" even as I found myself disgusted by the thought. In the days that followed, I tried to put Sean out of my mind. But, at least once a day or night, I'd find myself thinking about him and how good it felt and how I never felt like that before. After a week, I decided things couldn't get worse. I mean I let a guy with HIV fuck me and cum in me. And not just a gentle fuck, it was a serious pounding. I couldn't imagine being anything but poz now. Why not reach out to him? And so I found the courage to text him. He didn't respond to my "hey sup?" messages or my less-inhibited "let's fuck" invitation. I then knew what he wanted to hear. It was much easier to text it than to say it: i wanna get aids. When my phone vibrated with his quick response, I nearly jumped. "when?" was Sean's response. My heart raced. Could I do this again? I took a shot of vodka. I needed to calm down and think straight. One shot became two, then three, just ten minutes later. I closed my eyes and tried to focus. What do I really want? I glanced down at my phone again. The warm Vodka-induced sensation in my chest had a calming effect, I guess you could say because it was much easier to text my reply: NOW! Despite feeling somewhat calmer, the vibration from his response still startled me a bit. "Be there in ten," Sean replied. I kinda forgot how small Lansing Michigan was until he sent me that text. The one that followed brought me a bit closer to reality, "lube your hole well. i want quick entry." I realized that I wanted to take his beautiful cock into my mouth and so I tapped back, "i can't wait to suck your dick this time." And it was then that I noticed my massive boner fighting its way up through my briefs. His response was one part disappointing and one-part exciting. "no head, I want every drop of my poz cum in ur ass, even pre-cum." Oh shit, what was I going to do?

Part 2: Hey, wanna get aids? I've had a hard time trying to explain this next part. It's all kinda messed up in my head, still. It's so irrational. But, I'll try to make it make some sense. I took up Sean on his invitation to his place. Honestly, I almost turned around a few times. I was kinda shocked that I ended up there. We made some small talk, and Sean offered me a drink. That helped calm me down some. And then he just told me I should go to his bedroom and undress and lie down on my stomach. I don't know why, but it all seemed so normal. I couldn't get his warning out of my head .. he was going to give me aids. Yet, somehow I walked back to his bedroom and was surprised that I already had a hard-on. As I lied down on his bed, the satin sheets felt amazing against my cock. For a moment, I worried I might get pre-cum on his sheets then kinda laughed to myself that I would worry about such a thing in this situation. I didn't hear him come in. I just felt a hand on the back of my thigh. When I turned my head to get a look, there was his body looking even better than his pictures. His cock seemed even bigger somehow as it bent upward. It was shiny and you could say radiant. Before I knew it, he was on top of me, and I quickly found his dick probing around my hole. I felt unexpectedly wet. Then, I realized he must have already lubed himself while I waited for him. He leaned into my ear and asked, "Why are you here?" And for some reason, I drew a blank. I didn't know what to say right away. He was prodding around my hole, and it was very distracting and arousing. And, then, I remembered why. I softly answered, "I wanna get aids." Say it again, he said and then licked the inside of my ear. "I wanna get aids" I said a little louder. That's when I felt him start to make entry. I'm a decent bottom, but he felt much thicker than I imagined. It burned for a moment, then he pulled out, and gently pushed in the tip, this time having acquired more lube. My mind raced. What was I doing?! When he spoke, I felt more at ease, oddly enough. "You're gonne get aids," he said as he dipped his thick head deeper into me. I gasped for breath. The shock of my willingness and the quick entry both startled me. I squirmed a little bit as my ass was slowly stretched and I felt his length pry into me. "Say it," Sean prompted me. I didn't hesitate this time and managed to say more loudly, "I wanna get aids." He retracted his cock a bit, and slid it in a bit deeper. "Say it again," he said. The feeling was indescribable. I was terrified and turned on at the same time. I never felt so conflicted, but never so horny either. This time, I blurted it out "I wanna get aids!" Another tongue into my ear. His tongue violated my ear just as aggressively as his cock was violating my ass. I didn't need his prompt this time. "I wanna get aids!" I announced even louder to hear it over the slurping noise in my ear. Suddenly, his gentle thrusting picked up into a steady fucking. And it felt wonderful! And .. just full. I was full of cock! When I didn't think I could feel any better, he whispered into my ear, "I'm giving you aids." The feeling was too intense. I had to close my eyes. I almost thought I would shoot cum out my eyes if I didn't. I never been more turned on. "Oh Shit!" I started yelling when he picked up his pace. I was starting to lose control. My sanity disappeared altogether. All I knew how was that I wanted Sean to give me aids. And I couldn't stop asking for it. I don't know how many times I begged for it. "I want aids!! Give me aids!!!!" At this point, it all seemed perfectly normal. He was fucking me furiously. That's not the right word. He wasn't just fucking me, he was violently attacking my hole faster and harder than I had ever felt. He was grunting as he continue to pound me and assured me "yeah .. you're getting my fucking aids in you. You love my aids cock fucking your hole don't you?" he asked at some point. I remember screaming, "fuck yes! fuck yes! give me aids! please give me aids !!!" And then I felt it. The pumping, the balls deep thrusts that hit places inside me I never know I had. "Here it comes!" he exclaimed. And then I felt the wetness, the spasms of his cock inside me. I involuntarily started to cum into the satin sheets beneath me too. As I began to orgasm, a flash of reality hit me. Mid-orgasm, I realized "I'm getting aids ..." I felt a wave of panic overcome me. He kept pounding me deeply and my ass felt squishy. I don't know how it happened, but the terror I felt was folded into my orgasm and I ended up howling "Fuck yes! want aids!!!" And then I must have cum buckets. The satin sheets underneath me felt entirely drenched. I still felt Sean inside me with occasional pumping sensations. And I didn't want him to pull out. To this day, I still don't know why I did that.

PART 3 As I gratefully slurped on Jake's fat poz dick, I couldn't get over how sweet his seed tasted as it dripped from his twitching cock. Precum continued to pulse out of his shaft. His balls still hung heavy with millions of infected sperm. I wanted all of that seed swimming up in my guts, taking over my body, colonizing me with his deadly DNA. I looked up at him, and he grinned at me, shaking his head and laughing. "That's only your first load, and you're already addicted to my virus," he said. "You're such a good boy. You ready for more poz dick?" "Fuck yeah," I said, arching my back even more and spreading my knocked-up cunt for Trey, who was rubbing the head of his raw cock against my dripping hole. Trey slapped my ass. "That's not just a hole anymore," he said to me. "That's a fuckin' CUMhole. Isn't that right, boy?" "Yes," I answered. "What's that cumhole for?" Trey asked. "For taking raw dick and poz seed," I said. "Damn, Jake. He's such a good boy," Trey said. "I think he deserves a little bump of T inside this swollen cunt." "Fuck yeah, baby," Jake said, leaning over to spread my hole with his hands. "Put a few shards on the end of your raw dick and work 'em in. Make him bleed a little more. Get him even hungrier. I want him good and wrecked before Beau shoves his toxic dick inside this hungry little fuckhole. Hey, boy," he said to me. "You feel that cum dripping out of your cunt? Trey's gonna plug you up with his dick and work all that poz jizz into your little neg butt, your tissues, your bloodstream. He's gonna rub my sperm deeper into you. And from here on out, we're only gonna use our virus as lube. Got that?" "Yes," I answered. "Yes. Please. I want it. More poz seed. Inside me. Deeper. Please." Jake grunted approval. As I kept worshipping his twitching poz dick, I heard Trey rustling around in a plastic bag behind me. Then I felt the head of his cock push up inside my hole, along with a scratching, burning heat that first made me tense up. But just a moment later, hunger radiated up my spine, and I backed my hole onto his dick in one greedy backward thrust. "Thatta bitch," said Trey. "Fuck yourself on my poz dick, boy. Fuck yourself to death. I want to see how much you want my virus." I pushed off his cock, then pushed back again to swallow his shaft with my partied-up hole. Then again. And again. Faster. Hungrier. Grunting, panting, whimpering with pain and insane pleasure, possessed by a deep need for these men to make me theirs forever. I glanced over at Beau, who was still hard at work under the desklamp. Were those needles in his hands? And why was one of the syringes a deep shade of red? Trey didn't last long: after a minute or two of watching me impale myself on his poz dick, he grabbed my hips and reclaimed control of my neg cunt. "Fuck, Jake," he said. "I'm not gonna last much longer. This boy needs another dose of our strain. Don't you, boy?" I whimpered. Jake smacked me on the side of the head. "Trey asked you a question, boy. Do you want his strain?" "Yes, I want his poz strain," I replied. "Please infect me. Knock my ass up. Make me yours. Own me. POZ ME. PLEASE." Hearing that, Trey's breath grew shorter, and his dick got even harder. "Fuck you, bitch," he said to me. "You're getting pozzed tonight whether you want it...or...NOT." Then he went into a convulsive, ass-pounding orgasm, his poz dick pumping stream after stream of tainted cum into my wide-open neg hole. As he continued to shake with each pulse of his fat dick, I pushed my ass against him again, working his cock with my swollen cunt, doing everything I could to drain him completely and get that strain as deep as it could go. Out of the corner of my eye, I saw Beau watching us from the desk, his hand working his dick as his balls bounced with every stroke. I was mesmerized by those balls -- low and full and deadly. Beau smiled. "I think this boy's ready for the next stage of his initiation," he said to Jake. Jake nodded. With Trey's dick still twitching inside my slopped-up cumhole, Beau walked over and knelt down beside me, turning my face to look at him. He was in his late twenties, and had the look of a fratboy gone to the dark side: backwards ball cap, strong jawline, military haircut, muscled-up pecs, and a trail of fur running down the middle of his abs to a veiny cock, even bigger than Jake's, that was perfect for pozzing up uninitiated jockboy hole. It was his eyes that gave him away: dark, almost pitch-black, piercing, the eyes of a Devil who's out to destroy. "We've made you into a hungry boy," he said to me. "But it's time to make you even hungrier. Are you ready to be a shameless, trashy cumpig for us to pimp out and poz up all night long? You ready to go to the next level?" I nodded. "I'm ready," I said. "I'll do anything. I want your virus. Bad." "Anything?" "Anything. Please. Poz me." Beau grinned, and turned to Trey. "Let's put him on the couch," he said. "Prop up his arm on a pillow." He walked back to the desk, returning with four syringes. He handed one each to Jake and Trey, put another behind his ear, and held out the last one for me to see. It was a deep crimson red. "See that, boy? That's my blood. I melted a syringe full of Tina with my fucking toxic blood, and I'm gonna pump this into your vein. After that, you're gonna be 50 times higher than you are right now. By that point, you won't even feel like a hot little jockboy anymore -- you'll be nothing but a hole, and you'll welcome every AIDS-infected cock deep in your wrecked cunt. You ready for that, fucker?" I turned to Jake. He rubbed my chest reassuringly. "It's OK, pig," he told me. "Believe me, you want this. Just trust us. You'll fucking love it." Beau was already applying a tourniquet to my arm. Meanwhile, Jake and Trey were doing the same to theirs. "Watch Jake do his hit," Beau said to me. "He's going to stick the needle in his vein, draw it back to make sure that he's directly connected to his bloodstream, then push the plunger in. That delivers the T right into his circulatory system. Watch." I watched. Jake inserted the needle. He pulled back the plunger, a flood of red filling the syringe. Then he pushed the plunger in, pulled the needle out, and released the tourniquet, raising his arm above his head. His mouth dropped open and his eyes rolled back. He let out a long, shaky breath. And his dick suddenly curved even further upward, a stream of precum oozing out of his piss-slit as he broke into an ecstatic grin. "See that?" said Beau. "Now, it's gonna be really intense at first. You might feel like you're having trouble breathing, and you might feel really warm all of a sudden. But don't worry -- that's normal. Just relax into it. OK?" "OK," I said, resting my arm on the pillow. Beau had no trouble finding a vein, gently inserting the needle into my arm. Even from that initial puncture, I felt a tiny rush from the T on the needle. He pulled the plunger back, and the red color of the syringe grew even darker. "Ready, boy?" he said, looking me in the eye. "You ready to take my virus directly into your bloodstream?" "Fuck yeah," I said. "Push that poz blood into me." "You didn't have a choice, bitch." He plunged the syringe's contents into my vein just before releasing the tourniquet. It hit me immediately. I felt a powerful rush in my head, and I went into a coughing fit as I tasted something chemical at the back of my throat. Then my breathing grew shallow, causing me to have a moment of panic -- but then Jake was lying down next to me, wrapping his arms around me, running his hands over my chest and stomach. "Just relax, buddy," he said. "It's OK. It's intense, I know. But just relax into it. Relax." I looked him in the eyes, my breathing still tense and labored. "Here," he said. "Does this help?" With a light touch of his fingers, he moved down to my slopped-up cumhole, gently inserting two fingers just an inch or two into my cunt. As soon as his fingers entered my knocked-up butt, all thoughts of panic vanished. Suddenly my fuckhole was the center of my universe -- it expanded around his fingers, seemed to expand into the entire room. I was nothing but a hungry slammed-up poz-craving cunt dripping with two loads of viral seed. Nothing else -- just a hole, ready to surrender to any dick that wanted to mark me and charge me up. My eyes rolled back in my head, I let out a long, low moan, and my hole felt ready to swallow Jake's hand. He grinned. "There you go," he said. "That's the sound of a slampig being born." I looked up toward Beau, who was just then plunging the syringe into his vein. My eyes fixated on his cock as it twitched and dripped during his initial rush. Meanwhile, he stared right back at me. "Show me your slampig fuckhole," Beau said. "Spread it. I wanna see what I'm gonna flood with poz seed." I spread my cum-soaked, torn-up hole as far as I could. He watched me with his dark Devil eyes, jacking his unmedicated poz cock, his fat shaft glistening like steel. "Nice," he said to me, his eyes gleaming with a hunger to destroy me -- me, this helpless negboy bitch with veins pumped full of Tina and tainted blood. "Keep those legs up, boy. I'm gonna pound that cunt and poz you the fuck up." MORE SOON...

I recognize this isn't for everybody (or even a lot of guys) but curious if others have had extreme throat fucking sessions like I recently had. (Pic attached here is of a guy that I recently met on recon - younger and shorter than me, lean build, big dick, natural pubes. Was a quieter, nerdy engineer type.) The guy literally laid out a tarp and had a bucket out in front of the couch where he kicked back and I serviced him. Long story short - after some warm up, he eventually both tied my hands behind my back and made me wear a gag that forced my mouth open (spyder gag from mr s leather) so that I wouldn't accidentally "bite down." At that point he proceeded to fuck my throat for what must have been no less than 45 minutes, maybe an hour. I didn't just gag and tear up, but literally choked and puked (twice). The latter didn't faze him at all...seemed like he wanted and expected it, hence the empty bucket. By the end I had teared up so much and covered in so much spit my vision was almost blurry, at which point he took out a funnel, placed it in my mouth with the gag (so I couldn't close it) and took a long piss, which he forced me to drink every drop off. When it finally ended I was really dazed, my stomach and body definitely in a weird place (from the heaving and puking) and exhausted. Ultimately it was incredibly hot to serve a guy like him, but just really an intense experience.

Very good story. Looking forward to more. As more time passes, it will become ever more likely that the bottom will wake up (bearing in mind he's been fucked and played with several times already). Therefore, perhaps the next top should tie him up and tape gag him before he 'wakes', in order to ensure he is still compliment to whatever intentions the top has in mind. Just a suggestion......!

Greetings dear phallic risk-takers: A Democrat friend of mine at the agency I used to work for until the fork in the road and the offer of early retirement commended the book "The Righteous Mind" by Jonathan Haidt, to me ([think before following links] https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/The_Righteous_Mind) and suggested that it may be a basis for rebuilding lowest-common-denominator-based cooperation between people that are currently in the grip of either the Republicans or the Democrats (or the Libertarians or Greens, for that matter) (or international equivalents). As a semen-committed American, I thought it was a beautiful intention. Jonathan Haidt argues that "good" people of various political persuasions place different value on the following morality groupings: care/harm, fairness/cheating, loyalty/betrayal, authority/subversion, sanctity/degradation, and liberty/oppression. My friend's view was that the Democrats had moved too far away from the concept of benefits for contributions. He thought that he could potentially reclaim some deplorables by helping the Democratic Party generate policies and programs at the local and state level that better aligned benefits to contributions. What say you latex-free Americans and citizens of the world? Could this rescue the Democratic Party, or will Democrats simply forgo generating anything until the Republicans self-immolate? Also, any interest in ranking these morality groupings for yourselves? Also, where if at all could Republicans and Democrats de-demonize each other by doing things that could allow each other to model the sexy-best in each other? I'll start. Anyone who wants to move past demonization and partisanship and wants to have joy with others of different political persuasions please jump in: Ranking: 1) liberty/oppression (maybe because I have been in some abusive relationships and wish(ed) to find a superior man who would enjoy seeing me realize my gifts, also brief stints in countries that were in the middle of violent revolutions and where there was frequent murder, also have found joy beyond my original submission, so can play roles that were not given to me as an insecure youth wishing to be saved from isolation by an experienced older man, but this has been consistent since high school, when I started a geek-club for the 9th and 10th amendments) 2) fairness/cheating (was a liberal-leaning libertarian until I saw big tech silencing and de-platforming conservatives. at the time [late 2010's] I was likely to be horrified by conservative views, but I was even more horrified that fragile people would silence them rather than simply win arguments...) 3) care/harm (for me this is muddier, as care can be smothering, and "harm" can be erotic; but I still think that GOD [or the great genetic instinct to be alpha-species] meant for us to discover the best in each other and lift each other up. perhaps some of us count our cocks or our holes as our best quality, and to that I say, let's all retire to a promiscuous island). but seriously, lets all help each other learn from adversity and diversity of soul. 4) authority/subversion (for me, this is muddier, because the only real authority is the non-dogmatic GOD that whispers all sorts of contradictory sweet nothings into all of our ears [or truth for my dear atheists and scientists]; I am putting this above others only because I FINALLY believe in EVIL. It gives me a backbone and makes me ready to die for others' well-being. 5) loyalty/betrayal: I put this relatively low, because I know how much regret I have about times when I couldn't see what people were up there trying to do. I'd like to think I was rooting for all, but I am sure that I failed many people in my journey. My awareness of my own lack of understanding makes me sure that GOD intended all of us to live long enough to see our (my) own mistakes and to forgive our betrayers. (And, to be crass, Judas had a big dick.). 6) sanctity/degradation: I put this lowest because like many homos who are forced to confront the YING-YANG of being a man and wanting to fuck other men, to be a hole, or to be a fucker-hole, I really cannot tell the difference between sanctity and degradation. (I will say that Jordan Peterson, as much as he has flaws, showed me a path toward appreciating why GOD may punish people who violate taboos, simply because it is a beautiful mental concept to preserve an inviolable.) for those who feel that I have cut you off at the knees in my past comments (perhaps a mutual feeling), maybe we both could look beyond past rancor to create some non-partisan fun.

I dated a guy in college who I realize now must have had hyperspermia—he would shoot huge loads every time (like over half a cup of cum at at time). The first time I sucked him off I was shocked at the volume. He always wanted me to swallow his load or him breed me because it was a pain cleaning up the mess when he came anywhere else!

Great start 😜 looking forward to the see how this story develops 🐷😈

There are some not pretty pictures out there, but I’ve loved fisting for 40+ years. My husband was very Dom and got me started. The thing is, I’m not gaped and I usually start tight to the point where guys ask if I’ve really been fisted before. I had a friend who used to fist and fuck me every week, but needed to take breaks because I clamped down on his wrist to the point that he thought I was breaking his arm. Usually, I just work up to fisting, but I’ve been fisted by guys with huge mitts and no lube…in the heat of the moment…and by guys who work their way up with j-lube and toy and K. My issue is that I hate toys and they would keep me looser. I bring everything on some dates (from speculum to stretchers to dildoes), but I find people who don’t like toys prefer hands and dicks. I like bottoming, but I love being inside a guy with a muscular ass and walls of velvet.

Very hot start!!

See I don't regard it as being worthless at all. I regard being Hole a place of honor, that so many of my fellow males want to breed (and fist) me as a sexual object/piece of sexual livestock/just a Hole and that I am able to perform such an important Pleasure based service for them, even as their use gives my body pleasure as I fel their erect penises sliding into me and fucking me and breeding me.

20 with a guy who was around 30. Was curious and cruising the zipper store in London. He got me with his Irish accent we went back to his and he fucked me and unloaded in me. Definitely lost my v at first fuck and an amazing introduction to bb sex. Hot guy really liked him.

Day before yesterday in NZ Sauna in Amsterdam I got banged by multiple tops and filled bare, while being ass up on a bench next to another bottom, also banged bare... When I was kind of done, I sat on top of his ass stuck my hand in his hole like a funnel and let all the cum from my hole flow into his hole... He loved it... no cum wasted....

Cum farts in public are a little bit embarrassing. Hottest, was just walking into a cruising area with multiple loads in my hole and having a guy start fingering my only to fart cum all over his hand.

Idk why you feel so entitled to a response from him. He writes some of the hottest content on the site, he doesn't need to reply and let us know when he will be posting an update. He's finished all of his stories so far, idk why you would assume he won't finish this one.

Part 5 The man, DomTop617, began to ease his cum-covered cock slowly into my hole as I was finishing up swallowing the cum he had given me. The cum he had given me from a used condom. "You sure you want to be doing this, boy?" Steve croaked out. I was surprised he was saying anything, since he had been spending the whole time with his mouth open. I think he was in shock that this scene of degradation and humiliation was going on in front of him. I'm sure he asked the question out of concern. After all, the man who was about to enter me bare I had known for merely a few minutes. But the humiliation and degradation were drugs to me that pumped my cock full of blood, making my penis rock hard. I answered: "I want this! I'm a pig!" I smiled. I never felt so filthy, my stomach filled with cum, my face and hair with drying piss. Since I had fucked several times previous to his arrival, DomTop617 had no trouble easing his cock into my hole. The images in my head of what was going on added to the very real feeling of his cock in me; he was starting to pick up a nice steady thrusting. A hard unexpected slap on my right ass cheek, the slapping of his balls against my body, the new feeling of skin to skin contact inside me. It was an exposed feeling, like walking in the rain without a jacket (I know... Cliche). It was exhilarating. DomTop617 thrust a few more times before pulling out quickly, leaving my hole exposed. I didn't have time to think before he walked around and faced me. He stood there and grabbed the back of my head and thrust his cock in my mouth, and began fucking my throat. I had had experience deepthroating before but this was on a new level. I swear I could feel the tip of his penis hit the back of my throat, and i began gagging and dry heaving. Every ten seconds or so, he would pull out, give me a few seconds to catch my breath, and then resume the assault on my mouth and throat. All while being peppered with "Take that you dumb whore" "Choke bitch" from the assailant. At the time, it didn't really register that this cock in my mouth was in my ass. After a few minutes of this, DomTop617 said: "You want this back in your pussy, huh?", slapping his cock against my forehead. Tears were streaming down my face. Saliva down my chin. "Yes Sir!" He went back behind me. He slid right back in and continued thrusting. As this was going on, I didn't even realize that Steve has gotten completely naked, his obese grotesque frame coming into my field of view. He got real close to me and turned around, his ass up close and personal. He was shaking slightly, a new awkward confidence springing up. "Eat my ass, boy" To be continued What do you all think so far? Any ideas?

—Since folks around here are upping the ante with hot stories (looking at you, @Ultraviolence) I forced myself to finish this next installment of Timmy and his initiation into the Brotherhood. — Snake and Bull Training Jerome Williams and Pedro Gonzalez arrived at the penthouse’s garage within minutes of each other. Jerome was equal in height to Dimitri but vastly different in build. Jerome was lean and muscular, his limbs—especially his arms—were long. He had big pecs and biceps but everything about him looked balanced. Starting right above his shapely, muscular ass, in the tight valley of his back began a tattoo of a python, its gorgeous diamond pattern of black, yellow, and pearly white scales wrapping around the back of his neck and across his bulging pecs, ending right in the space between his navel and cock. The tongue of the snake was out and wrapped around a toxic waste tattoo. His cock was as beautiful as the rest of him, with a tapered head. It was long and almost perfectly round, nearly thirteen inches like Dimitri, but less thick, at seven fat inches around. He was one of the member of the group with major deep fisting fetish, and wasn’t content until his long shapely arms were buried to the elbow in male ass. Pedro was built opposite. First of all, he was much shorter—five feet seven inches—and extremely broad. He had big shoulders and truly huge biceps and arms resting on big bones. His stomach was flat and hard, and while no individual plates of muscle showed, there was the little doubt he was a powerful man. Despite representing the largest animal of their chapter—the Bull—his tattoo was the smallest. It was perfectly rendered on his big, shelf-like left pec, with realistic-looking fur. The bull was shown in the desafío position, his hoof raised as if stomping the ground, ready to charge. Between the bulls horns was a complex tattoo of a pentagram of black overlaying a blood red symbol for toxic waste. He’d been a true bear, before his initiation, and his whole body now screamed muscle bear. He had a massive cock. Very dark against his light coffee Latino skin, the cock was curved, hard or soft, with a fat uncut head and long foreskin. It was essentially triangular, getting thicker and thicker down its immense shaft, the vein running along the bottom several inches away from his naval. fifteen inches of hard length ending in nine inches of girth. Like Conrad’s cock, it was a punisher and stretcher, and to resist him was futile. He was the meanest, nastiest, top in the entire group, merciless and cruel, loving to slam his big cock and big fists into hole until men wept. He was also worshipped by nearly every man he fucked, and men—even the ones he’d left broken and weeping—begged him to let them serve him again. Jerome and Pedro found Dimitri and Conrad in the vast kitchen, seated on leather stools at the marble bar, eating a light meal. Jerome almost laughed aloud at what they were wearing, snowy white French terry robes with their animal symbols beautifully monogrammed on the right breast. For all the ways their personalities were the polar opposite of the snobby stereotype, so often the two were quintessential a-listers. All the men in their circle had lots of money—after a tattoo appeared, every business endeavor and investment a man engaged in prospered—only these two came from old money. After cheek kisses all around, Dimitri spoke, “My new boy is asleep in the green bedroom. You’re welcome to him for as long as you like. Try to remember he was a virgin just yesterday.” In the style of long-married couples, Conrad cut in, “But he does thrill to rough use, he’s a natural bottom pig, and he took to hard fucking, stretching and fisting like a goddam pro.” Now Dimitri, “He’s got one of the sweetest holes your pole will ever plunder, his hole caresses your cock like a seasoned slut, and if your companion comes to play, it will be almost as amazing an orgasm as temple sex.” Pedro grinned, already squeezing his throbbing monster, said excitedly, “Let’s go then, I need to fuck.” So the two tops went to get the boy. Timmy stayed asleep even after they carried him to the smaller of the two dungeon rooms. They put him in a red jock, and placed him in a sling and still he slept. They then gathered a few supplies to have close, vials and vials of crushed crystal, a bowl of rocks, two pipes. When Pedro went to open the point drawer, it was locked and a sticky note said, “My boy, my first point.” Pedro grinned—maybe Conrad was right, and this boy was the One for Dimitri—and just grabbed a half dozen more vials of finely crushed Tina. After all,there was more than one way to send a boypussy into the stratosphere. Then he and Jerome started smoking, admiring the eighteen year old and feeling all over his perfect small body. Timmy finally awoke when Jerome yanked the plug out, giving them their first view of the boys puffy hole. Timmy was disoriented at first, fuzzy from the pill, and then he looked a little frightened. But as his eyes began to take in the two hot men he began to smile. And when he saw their big cock, raging now with desire, he started touching himself all over. Pedro smiled and leaned in, and gave the boy a passionate kiss. Then Jerome did the same, his hands lingering on the boys perfectly defined biceps. Jerome then spoke—they both knew he was the least threatening between them—“Hello hot boy, I’m Jerome and this is Pedro. We’re good friends of your Daddy Dimitri and your Daddy Conrad, and they thought we could have a lot of fun together.” The men moved to each side of the twink who, as if on autopilot, reached out and started stroking their cocks, one meaty pole in each of his hands. Soon the vibe changed and it was clear this was not a session about love making,but about hard pig sex. The top men put a wide collar trimmed in red and yellow around Timmy’ neck and cuffs at his ankles and wrists. They led him over to a peg-board covered wall and had him sit down. They then attached his wrists to the wall, wrapped a half loop of leather around his chest and attached that to the wall. They then attached the collar to the wall with just enough play for the boy to look straight up. Jerome started the throat-fucking, feeding the boy poppers as he fed him his long tube of hard black flesh. He started slow and then accelerated his pace, slapping the boy any time he felt teeth. Timmy was an eager learner, and he struggled, but he kept his eyes on his dom valiantly. Jerome got his tube nearly three-quarters of the way down the kids wet throat, fucking in and out as the boy gagged and sputtered. Then Pedro took over, and he just walked up, gave the boy several hits of poppers, pulled the kids mouth open with his thick digits, and started throat fucking. In between several-minute-long sessions of hard throat use, he’d popper the boy up, direct him to say “ah,” and push and push until the kid choked and the huge thick meat slid into his throat and blocked his air. Pedro would take him to the point of passing out, and he’d take mercy and Timmy would gasp for air. They kept this up for almost an hour, tag teaming the boy. Timmy took them both deeper, but, as they expected, he still had a ways to go. His cock had grown hard, and was dripping wet but he was exhausted. Conrad was right,” Pedro smirked, slapping the kids face lightly, “You like to be dominated, don’t you.” Timmy just smiled dreamily and said, hoarse from the extended throat abuse, “Yes, sir.” They unhooked him from the wall and placed him on a fuck bench, attaching his wrists and ankles to the thing. Timmy immediately arched his back, “Please daddies, fuck me. I need cock, my hole is so hungry.” Jerome adjusted the height of the bench so the boys puffy hole was lined up perfectly with his big cock. He dumped unlaced lube into the boy and slicked up his cock. “We’re going to test how much of a pussy hole you really are now, no drugs and no poppers,” Jerome said. Timmy just put his head down submissively and arched his back more. Jerome slid in, neither fast nor slow, and he kept sliding until his thirteen thick inches were buried. Timmy had stayed relaxed until the big head pushed at his second ring, and Jerome had ordered him push out. However, the minute the tapered head was in and his shaft began to go in, Timmy went rigid, and cried “How fuck daddy, so big, so sore.” Pedro smiled and knelt down and said the boy, “You’ll get plenty of drugs to help you in a bit,” Pedro said to the boy, stroking his black curls, “We like to fuck sore hole, so you may as well give to us or we’ll just take it anyway.” Jerome then slid in as Timmy whimpered. He began fucking the boy, not rough or hard yet. Instead, he just pounded as the boy groaned and moaned and made little sighs first of pain but then of increasing pleasure as his hole loosened. When that happened, Jerome increased the intensity of his fuck and began stretching the boy, as he’d need it before he took Jerome’s monster. The boy milked and suckled on the big rod, pushing out as Jerome went in and then grabbing tight as Jerome’s fucktube reappeared. “Fuck boy,” Jerome said, “You’ve got a sweet hole.” Jerome pounded him for about fourty-five minutes until Pedro became impatient and started slicking up his big curved monster. Jerome slid out and Pedro lowered the boy to a better height for Jerome’s stature and slid in. The minute the head pushed into him, Timmy went rigid and silent, but he kept his back arched. It was clear the boys’s mind wanted to feel the big cock inside him but his body was trying to say no. Pedro just kept going, the kid did a good job pushing out but the second ring was tough going and Timmy started breathing hard and began to cry out. Pedro didn’t stop until the huge nine-inch-round triangular root of his monster was buried. He held the boy there, as Timmy just kept saying “Oh fuck, oh fuck, oh fuck.” Pedro started fucking, starting of as Jerome had, neither hard nor fast. But he was demanding, cruel top and so he grew less gentle much more quickly than Jerome. Timmy cried out every time the pole bottomed out, and struggled to stay in position. But to his credit, the kid was a true bottom slut and he always got his arch back in place as the big cock slid back to its home deep inside. Pedro fucked the boy harder and harder, until Timmy started begging, “Oh fuck yes, Daddy, oh fucking destroy my boycunt.” Pedro nodded at Jerome, who got up off the long rubber-covered sofa where he’d been reclining. Jerome picked up the pipe and began smoking, giving himself, Pedro, and Timmy clouds and shotgunning with each of them. Finally, Pedro knew he needed to stop or he was going to head towards blowing his load, and the kid wasn’t nearly ready for the massive size of his supernatural battering ram, and so he pulled out. Pedro slapped Timmy’s ass, “Damn, boy, you gotta sweet hole.” Taking over pipe duties from Jerome, he began feeding clouds to the boy, himself, and Jerome. Jerome grabbed both a gram vial and a second half vial and got behind Timmy’s ass, which was already dancing in the air as Timmy begged aloud for cock. Jerome didn’t add any lube—he was of the opinion that when dropping a a big load of Tina up a boys hole, to increase the speed of entry into the bloodstream so that it even better approached the speed of a slam—lube should come after. He did put more lube on his own raging fuckstick. Pedro put the pipe down and came over and held the boys perfect muscly little twink ass and hole open, “Give daddy a big arch, baby,” Jerome said. He put the two vials right at the boys open hole, held open by Pedro’s fingers, “Wider,” Jerome commanded, and so Pedro pulled the hole open wider, and as Timmy groaned, Jerome quickly turned the lids of first one and then the other and all the powder when streaming as deep in Timmy as Jerome could manage. Timmy screamed, and practically levitated up off the bench to which he was still bound. Timmy shouted “Fuck, burning hole, fuck that hurts, ahhhhhh…fuck me daddy, fuck me, hungry pussy, need daddy cock, destroy my pussy.” Jerome rammed his big thick tube in hard as he could and started fucking with gusto. Timmy cried out each time the big round cock hit bottom, and especially when Jerome would pull out just about halfway, then repeatedly slam his cock against the bound boy, driving and fucking at his deepest places. But it was clear Timmy was in pig boy heaven, as he kept begging for the big cock. Jerome found the hole as amazing burning hot as he could have imagined, even better than before. And while Pedro’s monster tool had loosened the boy, the hole was still perfectly able to stay tight, caressing and milking the big cock like living silk. After about half an hour, Pedro whispered to Jerome, “If the serpent comes, I want to see your cock grow in the boy. Let’s put him on his back and watch his stomach and pretty face.” Pedro went about unhooking the boy. As Jerome knelt down to pick the boy up—maybe Dimitri did have something with his love of twinks, the boy was so light he was a breeze to move around—he felt the boys erect nipples. He turned the boy around to nip and bite them, and Timmy arched his back and groaned with pleasure. “You like black dick, don’t you pig?,” Jerome asked. Timmy nodded and said, “Yes daddy, I like dick. I love all big cock.” Jerome laughed and kissed the boy and placed him in the sling. “Let’s lower his head Jerome said, “He needs a good piss fuck so the chems can get up in there deep. If the serpent comes out, he’s going to need it.” And so they did, and Jerome speared his cock into the boy and started pissing. Soon, once the boy was good and full, he started to fuck. Timmy went wild, crying, “Oh thank you daddy, warm and tingly. Oh feels so good, oh, it burns a little, oh so horny daddy.” Jerome was in pig top heaven, loving the feeling of his cock, slick with piss, in the boys hot—and getting hotter—boypuss. Jerome fucked and fucked until he felt the boys dehydrated hole absorb the Tina. “Bring him up level, please brother” he said, and Pedro evened Timmy’s body out. Timmy was cooing and begging for cock, and Jerome obliged, pulling his thick tube out and slamming it in. The lights in the room began to flicker and dim and Jerome heard the serpent hiss and felt it writhe and his cock started to thicken, as if his body was gathering extra flesh from someplace to support the serpent’s deep journey. He reached down and, holding Timmy’s neck, he backhanded the boy across the face several times. “Say the words, slut, beg this black serpent for its toxic seed.” Timmy began to chant the litany, “I am your hole, fill me with your seed, I am your hole, fill me with your toxic seed.” Jerome also began chanting at a whisper, “Serpents slither, and slide, filling secret spaces, set my serpent free to find this offering’s darkest places, and feed serpent, feed in the dark.” The minute Jerome started speaking all the lights went out and the pentagram on Jerome’s naval began to glow. Jerome felt the process begin, the serpents hissing now audible, “Fuck,” he cried out, “Your boypussy really is magic.” And then Jerome shouted out in ecstasy as his cock began to lengthen and explore the boys hole. At first, all Timmy felt was incredible pleasure, as the head of Jerome’s cock began to slide deeper inside him. Then he looked up, eyes wide, as he felt the long, warm , thinner extension of Jerome’s cock begin to open new doors inside him. Jerome kept fucking, obvious to anything but the bliss the men all felt when their companion was unleashed. Pedro was rock hard, and he began to use his meaty fingers to stroke and trace on Timmy’s tight core the bulge where his best friend’s serpent went deeper. The slightly longer and much thicker regular part of Jerome gorgeous cock was rock hard but the long extension, that no one had ever seen because it disappeared when Jerome pulled his cock out, was soft and supple as it probed the boys depths. Like all of their magical cocks, it seemed to only dish out what it knew would really push the bottom, but not more than the boy could handle. When Jerome’s beloved muscle boy Jack, for instance, was bottoming for him in temple sex, the thing would probably go a foot or two deeper than in Timmy’s nearly virgin hole. It was clearly starting to push Tommy, so Pedro started keeping him poppered up. The magical human-snake cock stopped going deeper but as Jerome’s orgasm approached it started first thickening very slowly—you could see it in the boys guts—wider at the earliest point of penetration and then tapering. Some theories held that the reason his cock did this was because Jerome was major deep fisting top, and so the serpent and chosen him because it would allow him to go deeper in any submissive boycunt during fisting. Whatever the reason, Jerome just knew it felt like bliss. As Jerome grew closer and closer to orgasm, his cock began to get harder and harder as it went up his shaft, slowly aligning Timmy’s colon. Pedro was keeping the younger man poppered up, but it was still an intense stretch and Timmy started grunting and giving little cries of discomfort. “Say the words, slut,” Jerome panted, “Beg for my seed.” Timmy grunted, feeling the big dick trying to align—it had already conquered the first inch of the snaking extension—and Jerome groaned in pleasure as the big enlarged section of regular dick grew and pushed into tight virgin colon. “Say the words,” Jerome commanded, slapping the boy. “Fuck daddy, that hurts,” Timmy said, but within a second he shouted in pleasure, “Oh, hurt my hole so good, hurt me good daddy.” Pedro slapped Timmy’s chest hard, “Bed the master for the seed, boycunt.” Timmy struggled to remember, but then in a strong clear voice from somewhere buried in his primal soul, he began to chant, “I am your hole, fill me with your seed, I am your hole……” At that moment the candles in the room burst into bright flames, and both Jerome and Pedro’s pentagrams began glowing. Jerome and Timmy shouted together as the deep fucking tube began spewing sacred venom into Timmy’s guts, sharply burning and then providing ecstatic, rushing pleasure to the boy from deep inside. The deep fucking cock was rolling through Timmy’s guts like jump rope, smacking and stretching and pushing and pulling deep inside the boy. Timmy went completely still as the big thing opened territory even Demtri’s long arms hadn’t reached. Jerome began to gyrate the wide thick tube st the end of the tube as he fucked, and his big cock and its long, snake-liked extension stretched the boys colon wider and wider. Timmy was still rigid, but he was cooing, “FUCKING DEEP STRETCH! Own my hole!” and began swinging himself trying to take more of it inside himself. Jerome kept fucking, fucking, fucking, feeling his long cock trying to straighten, pulsing and throbbing visibly through the boys hard abs. Jerome was lost in a personal heaven, lost in amazing ecstatic pleasure of sensing Timmy’s entire colon caressing the long length of his supernatural prick. Then, suddenly, on a deep stroke in, Jerome erupted in a second orgasm, spewing huge spurts of his own man seed in Timmy’s cunt. Jerome and Timmy lost all sense of time and space for a good 20 minutes, as Jerome’s massive pole stretched and stretched the younger man’s cunt. Timmy’s hole was squelching, with little spirts of the massive load dripping to the floor. Jerome stayed in his supernatural state the entire time, his tattoo sliding and moving excitedly all around his torso. Timmy experienced wave after wave of anal orgasms, his entire body shuddering and pulsing and writhing as the deep fuck continued. From time to time Jerome’s pole would try to straighten, and Timmy’s hair maide would feel intense pain as his colon resisted. When this would happen, in those little 15 second of pain, Timmy would freeze and realize that his submission was again required, and he would give up another piece of himself to his newly-awakened addiction to dominant cock. And he would realize again that his place in the universe was to serve.

Whilst I'm on the topic of Legislation in the UK; there's a "Bill" going through Parliament at the moment. It's called the "Data (Use and Access) Bill." It is 268 of dense legalese, and in the way of legislators, loads of extra things have been added. One of those is a section about Digital Verification Services. It is a precursor of UK citizens having a verified digital Identity for Internet Access. A Bill is a precursor to an Act in UK Legislation. Breeding.zone is seeing the effects of the "Online Safety Act 2023"; (351 pages). I just wonder if they could open up to UK folk who have a verified Digital Identity (and age).

I hesitated, but really thought about it for a moment. I wanted this. I wanted to have some fun with a man, even if it was someone who knew me, after all he liked me too! I walked over to him where he was sitting and knelt before him, now looking up at his cock and OH MY GOD was it ever musky. Not too sweaty or bad smelling, he just smelled like a man and it was hot. His uncut cock was now what looked like it was half hard and his balls looked full of cum, they were massive balls up close and at least twice the size of my own. It was mesmerizing, and I almost forgot what I was doing down there and started licking gently at his tip before going all the way down the shaft and then trying to start sucking his dick properly, but it was quickly growing in my mouth! Once it got fully hard it must have been 9 inches long and a little thick as well. I really liked when I pulled his foreskin back and then tried going for a deep throat technique he moaned like it was his new favorite thing to do, i could feel the way it rolled back and forth over the head of his cock in my mouth and I was starting to get into this! Frank: Oh fuck boy this feels great, you know your way around men and their cocks don’t ya? Me: Yes sir, I haven’t had a lot of experience with real ones but I have a dildo at home I practice on a lot. Frank: Calling me sir already? I like where this is going heheh. So you play with toys often, how much experience do you have with other guys? Me: I’ll be honest, I have only ever been with one man but we played safe and he was not as big as you. Maybe 5 inches but you are huge! Like bigger then my toy even… Frank: How big is your toy? I could feel frank throbbing in my hands, hearing me talk about toys and another man I had pleasured seemed to really be intriguing him while we talked and I was still jerking his cock, but we got interrupted when we heard the front door to the shed open and I started to remember where I was. John: Hey frank? Where are ya?? We heard one of his friends emerge from the party and start yelling out for him and he didn’t waste a second. Frank: Shit, one minute little buddy. He had his dick in his pants and was up and gone just like that, he moved fast for a man of his size with all that snow gear on. He wasn’t really built or anything but fairly tall, lean and attractive. I was really getting into having his dick in my mouth and was starting to fantasize about having it in my ass but it might be too risky to try and take him here, especially given his size! Hopefully his friend doesn’t need to come back here or want to talk to me. I was too horned up to think straight at the moment and before I could think too long frank was rounding the corner by himself again. Frank: Fuck sorry about that. He won’t come looking for me again for a little while. Told him I was checking my MXZ out because it sounded funny on the way here, he gave me the scolding my wife would have for not looking at it at home before driving here on it tonight but little does he know it’s just fine hahaha! Me: That was close, are you sure it is safe to be doing this out here now that he knows you are out here? He might come back… Frank: No he wasn’t going to come back here and he won’t either, don’t you worry about that I’ve got it covered. How about we get back to what we were doing hmm? He seemed eager to get his dick sucked again and when I knelt down he shook his head as he pulled his hardening cock back out of his pants… that beautiful, uncut dick that was making me almost drool at the sight of it again. Why was he shaking his head no? Me: Don’t you want to go back to what we were doing before? Frank: Yeah but I want to try something a bit different. Stand up. Confused I did just that, but was unsure of how to proceed like this so I watched him as he sat back down on the skidoo seat and adjusted himself to be pointing his hard erection in the air while he looked at me Frank: I want to put my dick in your chubby ass, why don’t you come take a seat? It’s already warmed up for you and I’m sure since you practice with your toy this should be no problem, I’ll let you sit on it so I don’t hurt you since most women can’t handle me, I don’t want to ruin your butt right away heheheh. Me: Umm, your huge… im not sure I can even get that to fit! You say most women cannot handle you, so how many people have you fucked anyway? Frank: Doesn’t really matter. Come on stop wasting time, I can tell by how much you enjoyed sucking on it that you want this, so don’t play hard to get with me. It’s going up your ass. He said that last sentence matter of factly, like I had no other choice. It felt a bit ominous, but it was getting me hard myself in my pants just thinking about it. I was horny and pretty buzzed but thankfully not stupid enough to forget about using protection, and alarm bells were ringing in my head so I brought up the courage to ask him. Me: Well I can’t lie, I really want to know what it will feel like inside of me, but if it is going up my ass we will need to use a condom. Frank: What the fuck? Why? Me: uh, because we need to play safe? I know we should always use a condom and I want to be safe. Frank: You’re a fuckin’ dude, half the reason I want to fuck your fat ass in the first place is because I don’t need to wear a rubber! There is no reason to, It’s not like I can get you pregnant bud, come on. Me: I don’t know if I should… Frank: Come on, try it bare. Ride it bareback like a good boy for me. He was really coaxing me, I almost gave in from how horny and buzzed I was but broke out the horny fog I was in and demanded a condom. Me: Sorry, I need you to use a condom if you want to fuck me. Maybe another time after tonight, you can fuck me bareback? I tried making some sort of compromise with him, I really wanted him to fuck me too but I wanted protection from whatever he might have since I didn’t have a clue about his sexual history and i wanted to keep myself safe but still have fun. I didn’t plan on honoring my part of the compromise to let him fuck me bare in the future but hopefully this would work and get him to use a condom! Frank: Why not let me fuck you raw now if you will let me later? Even if you wanted to use a condom, I don’t have one on me man. Me: I don’t have one on me either… I can always go back to blowing you if you want? I ignored his pleading to get his raw dick up inside of me, instead I focused on still enjoying myself as safe as I could but then he got up and started putting his pants back on. Frank: Stay right here and don’t go anywhere. Me: Where are you going? Frank: One of the boys inside might have a rubber I can use on your fat ass. Stay here, and don’t worry about me asking them for a condom. Someone will ask me who’s the lucky broad no doubt but ill tell them to keep it down low, I don’t need my wife hearing about this or finding out I was fucking someone else… not that she will know I was banging a dude but she will assume I was with another woman if word gets around so ill tell them to shut the fuck up about it. Before I could ask more questions he walked around the corner of the shed and was gone, I was alone with the sound of the music thumping and muffled talking of the partying going on just nearby. I was no longer a part of that party and yet nobody came looking for me right away. I was starting to get nervous that this ‘fucking behind the shed’ thing might be getting a bit out of hand and may be a bad idea. What if someone came looking for me or frank while we were doing it back here? It would be harder to conceal us having anal sex if someone were to sneak up on us while I was getting impaled on his big cock or if we weren’t quick enough getting decent when a party goer came out to their snowmobile… I began to think about what frank said to me When I asked him to use a condom; “there is no reason to, It’s not like I can get you pregnant bud”. I might not be able to get pregnant like a woman can but I want to be safe… I remember reading on his grindr profile before he had disappeared on me that he came big loads. I started to imagine what it would be like to have another man’s cum in me… what would it feel like? Especially having a big load deposited deep in my colon from a cock that big? My thought’s were wandering again and I found myself even more horny thinking about a man, who is supposed to cum inside a female to impregnate her, and he has even done it before to have babies with her and yet he wants to inseminate ME instead… a fat younger male with a willing ass. He can’t get me pregnant but he still wants to cum inside of me… fuck that is kind of hot. While I pondered how good getting filled with cum could feel and why he wanted to fuck me raw I was interrupted when frank emerged from around the corner of the shed. Fuck! I was in my thoughts so much that I didn’t even hear the shed door opening! Frank: Hey. Good your still here, I had to do some screwing around to find this thing. He took a condom from his right pocket in his jacket and threw it at me. It was a purple wrapper and upon closer inspection it was a grape flavored condom, unopened and not tampered with. Frank: Now, you got your condom faggot. Come put it on my dick and get me hard again, I’m horny and I need to put my cock in your big ass! He emphasized the horny part and made his dick twitch hands-free when he said it, making my face flushed and my hole almost felt like it went into heat. I really wanted to get fucked now too. I approached and as he sat back down on the seat of his snowmobile and got comfortable, I got the condom out and got on my knees to suck him hard again, while making sure to make him wet with my spit and I made sure to show him lots of enthusiasm this time, really getting into it and when his dick was pointing upwards and looking at me like a skyscraper tower I placed the condom on his dick. It was almost comedic how small the condom was compared to his penis, it barely fit him and it wasn’t able to make it all the way to the base of his rock hard erection, but it pretty much covered the whole thing. Good enough. Me: That thing won’t get inside of me without lube, do you have any? Frank: Nah. Turn around. I did as he instructed and felt him bend me over before hawking up a big glob of spit and spreading my ass cheeks before spitting it directly into my hole. He started to roughly finger his spit into my ass and I winced from the abruptness and pain but it quickly subsided when he pulled his finger out, spit again and went knuckle deep in my anus with his big fingers, adding another finger this time to start opening me up for what was to come. Me: Unnhhh, that feels so hood in my ass… I was buzzed, horny and this was really starting to make me want him. I started pushing back lightly on his hand before he pulled his fingers out and spit on his covered cock. Frank: Fuck yeah bitch, you’re ready now. I can feel how you started to open up more, and when you started pushing your hips and ass back into me I could tell that you need something else hehe. Look how hard ya got me boy, come sit on my lap already… I didn’t need him to say another word, I shifted so that his cock lined up with him hole, and then started to sit down on it slowly. As I grabbed his cock and stuck the tip at my hole, I pushed and it felt like the pressure wasn’t getting it in right away. I felt my hole hugging the tip for a moment, then using gravity to help i lowered down a bit more and It went in with a squishing sound. Frank threw his head back immediately and let out a sigh of pleasure as his cock head breached my sphincter and started to push deeper into my hungry hole. His cock was big but I wanted him inside if me more then anything right now. I was so happy to finally be getting filled with a nice cock. Frank: Fuckk… how does that feel zack? You like my dick in you? He thrusted up into me as he said this and I moaned involuntarily as his cock spread my hole wide and he flexed his throbbing erection, so I took a few deep breaths and relaxed and felt just the tip of his cock push into me. His thickness made it pretty difficult but we were starting to make progress out in the cool night air. About an inch went in me and it stopped. He withdrew it with a little pop sound, rewet it and tried again. Each time he did that I felt my hole open a little wider as just another fraction of his cock entered my hole. After 7 or 8 repetitions of that I could feel he had all of the head in and almost had the full thickness of the shaft. The next time he pulled out and rubbed spit on his cock, I pushed out hard with my ass just as he started easing back into me, and pushed back on his big dick. I felt a very quick but mild jab of pain as the thickest part of his cock slipped in and then just an incredibly good, full feeling. He didn’t move right away. Giving me time to adjust. Frank: You are such a good boy. Your taking my dick like a real pro baby. He cooed sweet nothings at me as he slowly sunk his cock deeper and deeper into me, every time he went a little deeper I felt my cock jump from the sensation. A few strokes later I felt his hips touch mine and I almost moaned out too loud that time and covered my mouth as he bottomed out inside my ass. It felt like i had a baseball bat rammed up inside of me! I looked back at him and he was grinning like a kid on Christmas. Frank: You got all of me in you bud and on the first try too, im really proud of you… Me: Damn, your dick is huge. I think I need a minute to get used to this… Frank ignored what I said and thrusted up into me causing me to squeal as his dick seemed to try and reach deeper inside of me, it was already deeper then any cock had gone before and felt like he was poking the inside of my belly! Frank: Come on now, don’t keep me waiting any longer, I was patient enough with you boy! Start riding or ill take over from here and pound your ass properly! Taking his words to heart I started riding him. I started to move up and then back down. First slowly then at a more moderate pace, he was grabbing my hips and trying to hump into me as I was riding his dick and the more easily I started to take his cock the more enthusiastic he got with his thrusting. My guts where his cock head were located hurt, I kept bouncing my ass up and down his cock but my legs felt weak and my insides hurt. This was starting to become a bit of a chore and I felt like maybe a different position might help the fuck go a bit easier but before I could suggest that, I heard the shed door swing open with a loud BANG! An unknown voice yelled “WOO HOO!” Followed by a couple other voices, male and female, all chatting and sounding quite drunk. Me: Oh fuck! People are coming! I quickly tried to get up, my ass taking forever to slide off frank's huge cock. Only the tip was left just inside my ring as I felt him grab my hips with one hand, and grab my shoulder with the other hand, he pushed on my shoulder, causing my ass to slide a few inches back down onto his throbbing cock, making me moan again. “Who is that?” a random voice slurred out followed by another that said: “sounded like a bitch in heat getting dicked down real good! Where is that coming from?” a few chuckles and slurs followed suit but it now sounded like they were coming towards us, I panicked and looked back at frank while he was trying to dig his cock deeper in my ass and told him to let me get off, he just smirked at me. Frank: They won’t come back here, don’t worry. Keep bouncing on me, im starting to get close slut. Me: I have to get off! They are coming… I kept my voice down as the voices were definitely getting closer, they sounded like they were now rounding the corner of the shed and coming directly towards us. Frank ignored my plea completely, and kept up his antics while sodomizing me out in the open. “Unf! Oomf!” He thrust his hips up to dig in deeper. His ass lifted up off the seat, his hands pull my ass down. His cock pulsing as it sunk its way balls deep again, causing a bulge in my stomach from his rock-hard mushroom head. I almost seen stars, both from the pain and the immense pleasure of getting filled full with such a majestic meat stick, but I willed myself to push off if him with all of my strength, and with a loud POP his dick exited my ass and I fell forward from the momentum I had. Frank: Ugh! Fuck I was close… He started immediately making himself as normalized as possible, his dick still erect but he had stuffed it back in his snowsuit somehow and was sitting on the seat of his mzx, masking his erection with his position on the skidoo. I grabbed my pants and pulled them up as fast as I could, and no sooner then I had them pulled all the way up we had 4 new faces join us as they all came around the corner and 2 men approached frank, 1 other guy went to their own snowmobile and sat on it while the woman in front of him just stood in front of him and lit a cigarette. “Hey what are you doing on the ground man? The snow ain’t that warm, hanging out down there is gonna get you wet and cold dude.” Me: Oh, uhhh… yeah. I responded like an idiot, but i was still a bit flushed from what had just happened, that was seriously a close call! I got up off the snow covered ground and brushed myself off while frank was idly chatting with 2 guys he seemed to know. He was completely ignoring me now and talking to the both of them. I looked over at the other 2 people and the woman smoking while standing with the man was now looking at me. She didn’t say anything but smiled at me warmly then turned around back to the guy on the snowmobile. As I collected myself from the ordeal my eyes caught what looked like something small and bunched up in the snow next to frank’s mxz. I took a step towards frank and the 2 men and then froze. It was the purple condom frank had on when he was rearranging my insides, and it was now discarded and still wet from the recent fucking, laying in the snow in plain sight. I wasn’t sure if anyone had noticed yet, so i pretended I never seen anything and walked over to frank and the guys. They had a blunt lit up and were passing it now so I joined the rotation to have a few hits and help me relax. “So what the hell were you doing in the snow mate? Shits cold down there. The three guys in front of me laughed like they just heard the best joke at a comedy festival and I felt like it was at my expense. Me: I tripped over the ski’s on a snowmobile and fell down just as you all came outside. I was just heading back in… Frank: Really? We were going to go for a ride somewhere soon right? After I get my sled fixed up of course, she did some weird shit on the way here so im taking a look at her and lil champ over here was helping me out, he knows his way around a sled hey boy? Frank knew he was lying through his teeth, and so did I, but I went with it. Me: Yeah… I just put the hood back down after taking a look at it. “And then you tripped over the ski’s and fell into the snow? You’re cut off after this blunt ! “Hahahahaha!” The guys were now laughing at me again. At least the attention was diverted away from us potentially fucking and the condom on the ground nearby I thought. Frank and the guys laughed it up and chatted about ice fishing for another minute until they finished their smoking then I thanked them for the hits again, I was feeling really good right now. The 2 men left and went to go back into the party, as I heard the shed door close I realized the other guy and the woman were gone now as well. Frank: How about that? Hahaha, we almost got to finish what we started! How is that ass doing? Me: Ah, that was close… they almost caught us! You didn’t let me get off in time! Frank: Quit your bitching, you liked it. You would have asked the other 2 guys to shove their cocks in your hole too, and passed you around like they passed that blunt around slut. Me: What? What makes you say that? I was taken by surprise by his tone with me, he had assumed I would just let any guy fuck me, and I’m not sure where this was coming from. Frank: I can tell you love cock, if they caught us you would have begged them to fill you up too heheh. Me: If they had condoms, maybe. But I don’t let just anyone fuck me. Just because you had your cock in me don’t mean you can call me a slut. Frank: Whatever slut. How is that ass doing? I didn’t hurt ya did i? Me: No, it was feeling really good actually… and don’t call me that! Frank chuckled, and was obviously enjoying messing with me. I didn’t expect to almost get caught but now even more high then before I had to remember where we were. He ignored my comments and continued: Frank: Here, I’ll get up and let you bend over the seat so I can get a good look at that ass and see if there is any damage. The moonlight was providing a decent amount of light so far tonight, so he could see my ass if he wanted to, but I felt like this was an excuse to get my pants off again and I was apprehensive now because of what happened. Me: You just want to fuck me again don’t you? Even if we wanted to, you need another condom if you are going to be in my ass again, but I don’t know if that’s a good idea now anyway after almost getting caught… Frank: Well I never came yet, but I don’t have another condom… just bend over the seat and let me look at your ass. I won’t fuck you. I'll just be jerking off, seeing your fat ass and your hole winking at me should get me off quick. He was really trying to get at my butt again, but in my horny, buzzed mind what he said sounded somewhat reasonable. Me: Ok… don’t fuck me bare. Just look at it and jerk off, and cum all over my ass. I hesitated but bent over the skidoo, now making sure I was paying attention to the shed doors and hoping I could hear what was going on if I needed to try and move again. Frank: Mmmmm yeah boy, just like that. Spread that ass for me so I can get a good look at it, use both hands and open up those cheeks wide. I again hesitated but did as he asked, reaching back while bent over the skidoo and spreading my ass wide for him, exposing my hole to the cold night air, I felt empty after being so full of his cock earlier and couldn’t help but feel a part of me want him back inside. Frank moved closer and started jerking his cock, I could feel it was rock hard again because he grabbed my hips and rubbed his cock between my cheeks and hot dogged me, his pre oozing out. He was getting my ass slippery… I enjoyed the feeling so I let him do it, we had fun with him pressing my cheeks around his shaft. As he was rubbing his cock between my bum he readjusted himself and started to massage my hole with his tip. My hole was already wet and lubed with spit from earlier so his cock head got slippery quickly. He was grinding and doing small thrusts against my ass for a while and asked if I like that, I said I did. He grunted and grinded further, not penetrating me but spreading my sphincter wider with each thrust. I knew he was pushing boundaries a bit but it felt amazing and as long as I don’t let him push in all the way it should be ok, I didn’t want to have full on anal sex without playing safe. All of a sudden and without warning he leaned forward, put his hands on my shoulders and started pinning me down on the squishy seat of the snowmobile and slipping his cock head inside my asshole past my ring. I stopped spreading my ass for him, wiggled my butt and clenched back squeezing it out. Me: Ugh, don’t put your cock in me without a condom dude. Frank ignored me completely and kept applying pressure against my hole, I gasped as he entered me again and tried to keep him out but my clenching was the only thing keeping him out and as soon as I relaxed his tip would slip back in. Frank: You like my cock in you don’t you? He messed with me, talking dirty to me all while his head was in me. It felt good but I knew he was misbehaving, so I clenched again and pushed him out to where his cock head was back out pointing at my hole and he slipped his head back in. He played that game for a while, slipping his head in while I was clenching his tip forcing it out. Me: You know I like your cock in me, it feels amazing. But you can’t put it in anymore without a condom on. What you are doing already is dangerous enough… Frank: Oh don’t be such a prude, my precum is already inside your hole now anyway and a condom won’t protect you from that so just let me hump your ass a bit longer with just the tip. I wanted him to stop but it was feeling so good that for a second I delayed on clenching so when he slipped in again he continued to slide and got an inch of his shaft in, I clenched harder and forced his cock out again but he went back in stronger and a few inches slid in me, I had to clench and push with everything to get him out again but at that point he put his hands on my hips and slammed his cock balls deep. His entire length went in. Me: O-oh Fuck! Frank: UNNHHH! Fits like a glove… almost nobody can take my cock this deep, it feels amazing in you like this. The massive Intrusion was shocking and erotic. Painful but it was so good at the same time. His forcefulness made me freeze up and he humped like 10 or 20 slow thrusts in me before I tried to get up and get him off but he squeezed my hips tighter to him and started thrusting faster. It felt so good that my head just wasn’t in it’s right place so I let him go to town thinking just a little more might be okay. He was holding my hips in place so I couldn’t get out but also mixed with my body overcome with adrenaline and prostate stimulation, I was like putty in his hands. It wasn’t till after about 30 seconds of fast pounding I only came back to my senses and remembered he was fucking me bare! His cock was reaching places no other man had been before inside of me, and his raw dick was pounding his precum deeper and deeper into my butthole. All this time as he was opening me up, his big cock was like a steel pipe, forcing it’s way into the deepest parts of my fuck chute and the head of his cock was constantly breaking past my second hole. Me: Ah, oh my god… frank you have to take it out! You are fucking me bareback! Frank: Yeah, I am. And you love it too, I can tell your slutty ass is enjoying my raw cock deep up inside ya. Your cunt feels amazing, you know that? It’s better then a pussy feels. He pulled almost all the way out and gave me a couple slow strokes going all the way in. I swear it felt like 20 inches of cock were going into me. Before I could object again to my ass being pounded without protection, he pulled out completely and told me to get on the seat, facing the front. Me: What do mean? Why would I do that? Frank: Keep your pants down but just a little bit so only your ass is showing and arch your back and push your hole out for me. That way I can slide back in and if anyone comes out they will only see you holding the handlebars of my mzx, and me behind you sitting on the seat. They won’t see my cock in you or know. Me: I don’t want your bare cock back in me, if you want to cum using my butt then you really need to get a condom man. That felt good but I can’t let you do it anymore… Frank: Just let me slip it back in you for a while, nice and deep. Nobody I know can take me that deep and it feels amazing. I promise I won’t cum in you, I’ll just pull out before I cum. Me: …..Ok. Just please don’t cum in me. Once again, against my better judgment my horny part of my brain won and I did as he asked, I assumed the position on the seat and felt him get behind me and line himself back up with my wet asshole. I was a bit loose now from how much I had taken his meat stick so my hole opened up much easier for him this time, he spit on his huge cock again and just as good as it felt before he was easing all 9 inches in me. Not that I’d been fucked a lot but this was definitely the best top I’d ever had. He got right back to the same slow paced fucking as he started with out with earlier. He was holding my waist and although the thrusts got a little harder he wasn’t going any faster. He’d pull out until I could feel my hole close slightly as all but the head slipped out, then get stretched wide again and he slammed back into me. I could feel the shape of his cock head rubbing up and down my insides with each thrust. I was really getting into it and was starting to moan a bit, and sometimes a little louder then I should have been, we were making some noise and I was forgetting where we were again. I remembered in the back of my mind he was still fucking me bare but I figured I could tell if he sped up like he was getting close to cumming. In the meantime I just enjoyed getting railed. At one point i almost told him to stop since he was at it for a couple minutes but he pulled all the way out and I could feel the cold air on my open hole, it was winking and twitching, not completely closing and hungry for something warm to fill it back up. He said something under his breath, spit on his cock and pushed right back in until he was balls deep again. It felt so damn good to have his dick thrusting back in me I put my head down on the handlebars as well and pushed my ass out a bit more for him as i just enjoyed getting fucked some more. His strokes never changed in speed. He had a good grip on my hips and was pulling me back to meet his thrusts in slow but steady rhythm. With no warning, no quick thrust, no noise at all from him, on one of those slow strokes he stopped on an in stroke. I was about to ask him if he was going to pull out and cum soon when I heard the shed door open again. FUCK! I was enjoying the great fucking so much I didn’t want it to end but I tried to push back on frank so I could get him out of me and get off the snowmobile, but he had me pinned between his meaty cock buried in my hole and the handlebars at the front of the mxz. Me: Frank, I think someone is coming again! Frank: Ugh, oh fuck… mmmmmmmmm… His cock started to twitch and I tried pushing back on him again to try and get off, all that did was make him grunt, then moan out in pleasure and sigh, all the while I could feel every curve of his cock, the shape of his head flaring inside me, the bulging of the veins on his shaft. I could feel it all through my ass and every subtle twitch and throb, it was really making my own cock throb hard and it felt like I was close to cumming but I needed to get off! I couldn’t get caught being fucked by frank outside here! The voices that were coming from around the shed seemed a bit distant, like they weren’t approaching yet, but I was still extremely nervous. Me: Frank, seriously we need to stop! Someone is coming! Frank: Oh yeah, someone is coming alright. He started to thrust into me again for a moment, barely moving but keeping his cock deep in my hole while I was pressed up against him and as soon as he stopped I could feel his cock start jerking deep in my guts. The deep recesses of my ass felt his cock bounce a few times, and the middle aged man tensed his toned body as his ass cheeks clenched in sync with his cock spasms which I felt deep in my ass. His cock head bobbing up and down, rubbing on the entrance to my colon felt really good and there was almost an added pressure or a feeling of fullness I couldn’t describe but it made me moan out loud again, much to my dismay. Frank growled out loud and he wiggled his hips back and forth, stirring me up inside. I grunted in response to how good everything felt. I was so horny and buzzing it was hard to concentrate on anything other then the amazing feelings in my ass. “there’s some weird sounds coming from out back.” “yeah, what the fuck is that?” Even in my horny fog I was in, I could hear that people were talking about us! We had to stop now before it was too late. Me: This feels amazing but you have got to pull out man. Please, I don’t want to get caught! Frank: Don’t worry buddy, just let me start the mzx up. Nobody will know, if they ask we will say we were just about to leave and they won’t bother us. Just stay pressed up against me, they won’t see anything trust me. Frank started his snowmobile and as it revved to life, multiple guys came around the corner of the shed. 3 of them each looked at us briefly, waved and then hoped on their own vehicles and started them up as well. Frank: Keep it down, and don’t do or say anything weird. They might just leave without even coming to talk to me or you. 2 Guys lit of a smoke on their snowmobiles, and they seemed to all chat for a minute or so, looking at us every few seconds then looking back to each other before driving off in the opposite direction from us, effectively keeping our secret from being found out. I let out a big sigh of relief, and I felt franks cock getting a bit softer inside of me as he shifted backwards a bit and then pulled out of me with a sloppy sounding wet plop. I let out a little moan involuntarily as his dick exited my hole, it even felt good coming out of me! Me: Oh NOW you decide to pull out when they are finally gone! Haha thanks for listening so well! Frank: The position helped hide what we were doing so I think that worked just fine… Me: Well they are gone now, so you can put it back in now if you want to? Just make sure you pull out of me before you cum. Frank: Nah, I think I’m good actually. Getting interrupted so many times is turning me off.. and I think my dick is a little overstimulated. I need a break from fucking your ass. I was taken aback by what he had said, he wanted to cum so badly with me before even after our interruptions… and they seemed to turn him on when we almost got caught a few times. So I wasn’t fully understanding the situation, but I assumed he just never finished and wasn’t up to trying again. He really seemed to enjoy being inside of me raw and I did too if I was honest with myself, I just didn’t want him to cum in me but I was safe enough. He never came in my ass so I should be good! He got up off the snowmobile and put his now soft cock back in his pants. I got up myself and noticed my hole felt a little more wet then when we started, but I put a finger to my hole and figured it was from all the precum and the bare fucking that made me wet and sticky, that had to be it. Me: Are you sure you don’t want to cum? I was starting to get close from how good you felt before we got interrupted… Frank: It’s all good little buddy, trust me. Your bare ass felt so fuckin good wrapped around my cock. Maybe we can do it again later hey? Me: Yeah! Just get another condom so we can fuck really good and safe later. Frank: I was already in you raw once, if I fuck you again later I want to feel you like that. Skin on skin boy. Otherwise I’ll pass. Me: Well I guess since you were already in me bare it wouldn’t hurt to do it again… you just can’t cum in me that’s all. Frank: Of course not. It never hurts to fuck raw, that’s how they do it on the discovery channel hehehe… It’s natural. And don’t worry about cum in your hole, you can’t get pregnant even if I did bust a nut in your fat ass. I’ll see your sexy ass around. With that, he walked around the corner, barely giving me much time to process what had happened. He didn’t stick around to chat or hang out, he just fucked me for a while and then went back to the party… I got myself in order as well, getting my pants back up and checking myself over to make sure I didn’t look like I was just up to no good. Thinking I had just been well fucked, I expected frank to want to cum but maybe he really was just tired of getting interrupted I thought. I really hoped it wasn’t my fault he never came, I wanted to make him feel good even if he wasn’t allowed to cum inside my butt. Maybe I should get back to the party? I had started walking back to the front of the shed when I felt a weird feeling overcome me, almost as if I needed to use the bathroom. It came quickly and as if from out of nowhere. I decided that going down to the house instead of the party would be a better idea since Harold and Vivian’s house was just down the hill and I could walk down and use the bathroom there in private. I never excused myself or told anyone I was going down there, but as I walked down the hill towards the house, another pair of eyes had their sights set on me.

Well, i have one like that, as you can see in the pic of my pierced meat, but haven’t fucked with it 😉 i’m a 99% bottom, although i would like to experiment with my PA, and even try how it feels as a top once 🙂

First off. Its an antiviral not antibiotic. And you have to take them for at least two weeks before it's affective. The sad thing is that people who don't use it correctly get pozzed and then tell their friends that PrEP doesn't work and puts those who take their word for it, and spread HIV to even more people.

Prologue The flight was uneventful. I did a lot of thinking about what I was going to do. I knew that I couldn't poz my wife. Even though we drifted apart over the years, I couldn't do that to her. I also knew that I needed to continue what I started in Chicago. I landed at the airport, got my luggage, and walked to my car. On the thirty minute drive home, I decided that I would tell her that we should separate. I won't tell her that I was a soon-to-be poz cumdump. I would tell her that I want to explore other kinds of relationships. If she pushed, I would tell her that I had grown interested in being gay. No reason to hurt her more than necessary. I pulled into the driveway, grabbed my stuff and headed in. My wife heard me come in and welcomed me home. "Welcome home Greg. How was the flight?" "It was good. Smooth." It was at this moment that I realized that I never even called her last night. This would be suspicious. I had to think of something to say but she spoke first. "Sorry that I didn't call you last night. I was out with friends and lost track of time." "No problem, hun. I lost track of time as well after the presentations got done." A look of relief but sadness came over her face. I took my bags back to the bedroom and started unpacking. "How did it go with the client?" I told her about the presentations and how well we did. I told her that I believed that we would get some future work and I might end up having to go back to Chicago. "Cool. Congrats. Did you enjoy Chicago?" "Yes. It seemed like a nice place." "Great. Greg. Sorry. I can't put this off. We need to talk." Uh oh. This can't be good. I looked up at her. She looked sad. "Something happened last week." "What happened, hun?" "Well. I was lonely last week and went out with my girlfriends for drinks. They told me that I should check out Tinder. You know. Just for some entertainment. Not to meet anyone but just tease the guys. I decided to do it. I started talking with a guy and we flirted a lot. I eventually decided to meet just to say hi. Anyway, we met at a bar and had some drinks. I ended up going home with him and we were together." My jaw dropped. She was never spontaneous. Our time together was always on a schedule. Never spontaneous. I saw tears welling up in her eyes. "Oh hun. It's ok. I understand. I have never been good at fulfilling you." "No Greg. You have been fine. I really didn't mean for it to happen but it felt good to be desired like that. After our night together, I thought that was it. You know. A one-night stand. It wasn't. We saw each other a bunch of times last week. I don't know what happened. I just couldn't stay away from him. That's where I was last night." She started crying. "Hun. It's ok. Don't cry. I get it. Even though I try to please you, I know it hasn't been good enough." "No hun. You are fine. I just don't know. He fulfilled me differently than you. I don't know how to explain it." "I presume he is more of an alpha." She looked down. "Yeah. Much more dominant. Definitely an alpha. I lost all control." "I presume he is bigger than me as well?" "Uh. I don't want to say." "It's fine. I know I am not that well endowed. We always said we would be completely honest with each other." "OK. Yeah. He is bigger and thicker. He made me feel things that I had never felt before. I am sorry." "Hun. It's ok. I also have a confession." "Oh?" "Yeah. Something happened for me last week too." "Wait! You were with another woman last week?" "No." "What happened?" "I was actually with another man. A dominant man." "Are you saying you are gay? That explains it! That explains why we sometimes feel unfulfilled together." "I don't know what I am. He was dominant and I felt like it was my place to be used by him." "Did he use condoms?" "No. He didn't." "Oh. Guess I shouldn't feel guilty that my guy didn't use condoms either. Did you enjoy the anal sex?" "Yes. I did. It took me a bit to get used to it but it felt good." "I agree. I enjoyed it too." My jaw dropped again. We never had anal sex. She never wanted it. It repulsed her. "Wait. You had anal sex?" "Yeah. He wanted it and for some reason, I couldn't say no. I couldn't say no to anything he wanted." "I understand. So where does this leave us?" "I don't know. You know that I love you but I need this." "Yeah. I love you too but I know I need to continue to pursue this. I need to see where this leads." "OK. How about we live together for now and see where it goes?" "I am ok with that, hun. I won't get in the way if you two continue to hookup. If you want to go out, that's fine. If you want to do it here, I can leave. I don't intend to bring any guys here but I may go out at some point to explore. Does that work?" "Yes hun. Thank you for being so good about this. If you don't mind, I might want to head out for a bit." "Sounds good. Go enjoy. You deserve it." "See you later." She turned around and left. I was relieved. That went better than I had expected. I needed to blow off some steam. I douched and jumped on the apps. Nothing promising. This town is boring. No bathhouses but there are a couple of arcades and an adult theatre. I decided to head to the theatre. I grabbed my poppers and lube and headed out. Thirty minutes later, I pulled into the theatre parking lot. I went in. I had been there a few times. It's a bookstore with a couple of theatres and a few video booths. I decided to try out the theatres first. I paid the fee to use both theatres and headed in. There were a few guys sitting in seats. A bareback video was showing on the screen. I walked down and sat in the first row. The floor was sticky. I was imagining all of the loads that guys dumped on this floor. I felt sleazy but it was turning me on at the same time. I grabbed my phone and went on Telegram. Tony had sent me a message. "Hope you had a good flight, boy. Please stay in touch." I sent a message to Rob and Tony. "Sir. Found out my wife has been banging another guy all week. We came to an agreement. I am continuing to play and she can have her fun. To celebrate, I am in a sleazy adult theatre right now looking for fun." I pulled my poppers out and took a hit in each nostril. I pulled my pants down. I jerked a little while watching the video. After a while, I saw someone out of the corner of my eye. He sat a couple seats down from me. I looked over at him. He was a Hispanic guy. He looked over at me and then started watching the movie. A few minutes later, he stood up and walked past me. I could see that he had his cock out. It was above average size and thickness. He came back towards me and stopped in front of me. I hit the poppers and got off the seat. I knelt in front of him and opened my mouth. He stepped in and I licked the head of his cock. He moaned. I moved forward and took his cock in my mouth. I could feel the sticky floor on my knees. I was definitely getting fresh and old cum on my knees. I felt sleazy but even hornier. I started sucking him. He put his hand on the back of my head. He wasn't face fucking me but his hand made sure that I couldn't pull off his cock. I pushed forward trying to get his cock into my throat. I pushed it as deeply as I could and held it there. He moaned loudly. I am sure others could hear. "I need your ass." I stood up, turned around and put my hands on the seats. My back was to the screen. I could see others watching us. He moved behind me. "Spread 'em" I reached back and spread my ass. He saw the lube on the ground and picked it up. I heard him squirt some on his cock, stroke it a few times and then felt it at the entrance of my hole. He pushed a little and pulled back. Over and over, he pushed a little further. Then, his cock popped in. "Hot pussy." He grabbed my hips and pushed all the way in. I let go of my cheeks and held onto the chair. He didn't waste any time. He started to fuck. His cock was stretching my hole but felt so good. I looked around and saw people watching the movie and then looked back to watch us. A guy stood up and walked down the aisle until he was in the same row. He came within a couple of feet of us. He dropped his pants and started to jerk his cock. I was loving this. I was in a sleazy theatre. My knees had dried cum on them. I was being fucked by an anonymous top while others were watching me. I was a sleazy cumdump. Years ago, I would never have considered doing this. Think of all of the years I wasted. My thoughts returned to the top fucking me. He grabbed my hips tightly and started to fuck fast. "Cumming in your pussy." I had to hold the seats tightly as he pushed hard into me. I felt his cock swell. He pulled out, took a step back, pulled up his pants and left. I stayed in position. The guy that was watching us came over behind me. I spread my ass again. He took the hint. He stepped forward and pushed his hard cock into already used fuckhole. It slid in easily. "mmmmmm. creamy hole." "Yes Sir. It needs all loads." "Good." He grabbed my hips and started to fuck me. I continued to look around. Guys were still watching us. I was hoping I was putting on as good of a show as the movie. "You poz?" "Not yet." "You probably shouldn't come to a sleazy place like this. Never know what bugs you might pick up." "Doesn't matter. My holes are meant to take all loads." "mmmm. Good. Take my bugs, cunt!" With that, he pushed hard into me. My head leaned back. I was in ecstasy. He pulled out, zipped up and left. I looked around to see if anyone else was interested but nobody moved. I sat down on the seats. I wondered if the cum was dripping out of my used fuckhole. If so, it would be adding another layer to the seats. After several minutes, I slipped my pants back on and headed out of the theatre. Several guys watched me leave. I left the theatre and headed over to the video booths. Several guys were hanging around. I headed into an open booth. I deposited some money and started watching a bareback video. A few guys walked by, looked in, and kept going. I hit the poppers and pulled my pants down again. I pushed my ass the edge of the seat and stuck a finger in my hole. A glob of cum came out and hit the floor. I immediately reached down and scooped up the cum and put it in my mouth. "Such a dirty slut. You want another load in there?" "Always" I turned around and faced my ass towards the door. I heard him drop his pants and came into the booth. I spread my cheeks and bent over. I heard him spit and felt his cock at the entrance of my fuckhole. I took a hit of poppers and he pushed his head in. "Such a cummy hole. I like it." "Breed me" "I plan on it." He grabbed my shoulders for leverage and started to fuck me. His cock felt great. Each thrust hit my prostate. I realized that I never saw his face. I heard his invite and turned around without looking. I was lost in the pleasure and realized he was fucking me with short fast strokes. "I'm cumming" He pushed hard. I pushed back at him and squeezed my fuckhole to milk every drop out of his cock. He pulled out, pulled up his pants and left. I pulled on my pants and headed out. I knew this was my future. ---- this is the end of this part of the story. I will be starting a new story called Greg's Evolution that will detail his continued evolution and descent. It might end up in another forum because it might include substances besides poppers. Thanks to all that read this story and enjoyed it. It was my first time writing a fictional story. Even though it is fiction, there are parts that are based on my actual experiences. ---

Part 9 I laid there for a few moments enjoying this feeling. Slowly, I rolled over and got up. I walked out and headed down the halls looking for more. I could heard some moaning in the rooms. Most doors were closed. I headed back to the booths and it was empty again. I headed back to my room. Rob was standing outside waiting for me. "Welcome back, boy. Have fun?" I opened the door and we walked in. I responded "Mixed. Had some fun but overall, it was slow." "Yeah. It happens a lot." I started to kneel. "Don't kneel, boy. Lay on the bed on your back. Time for your special treat." I laid on the bed. Rob approached me and knelt on the floor. He reached over to me and pulled my jock down. I lifted my legs and he removed my jock completely. He smelled the jock and put it down. He ran his hands up my legs until he got to my cock and balls. He cupped my balls in one hand and then started to slowly run his hand up my cock. It immediately became rock hard. I was confused. What was I supposed to do? "Relax boy. It is time for me to claim your last neg load." He slowly stroked my cock. I was feeling guilty. I was meant to please others. Not to be pleased. I was also embarrassed. My cock felt small next to all of the perfect cocks that I have serviced. "I am sorry it is a disappointment, Sir." "Don't be sorry, boy. We know your purpose but this is something I want." "Thank you, Sir." He started to pick up the pace. I was enjoying it. I closed my eyes. Suddenly, the feeling changed. I opened my eyes. He was sucking my cock. He took it all the way to the base. My eyes closed. He continued to suck me. I was getting close. "I am getting close, Sir." He started sucking faster. I was at my edge. I tried to not go over the edge but it was impossible. I started cumming. Spurt after spurt went into his mouth. I was in heaven. He withdrew from my cock after my last spurt finished. I opened my eyes in time to see his face coming close to mine. He was going to kiss me. I opened my mouth. He let some of my cum dribble out of his mouth and into mine. It felt like our kiss continued for a long time. He withdrew. "Thank you for your last neg load, boy." "Thank you, Sir." He stood up. "You're welcome, boy. I am going head out. Feel free to stay longer or head back to your hotel. It's been a fun week. Please stay in touch. Let me know if you get the fuck flu. Also, let me know if you come back to town. There is still so much more for you to experience." I moved over to the side of the bed and knelt before him. I was getting emotional. "It's ok, boy. I understand. This isn't the end. It's just the beginning." "Yes Sir." He pulled me close to him, patted me on the top of the head. I wanted that feeling to last. He pulled away. "Good luck, boy." With that, he left the room. I was alone. I felt lost. I no longer wanted to play tonight. I slowly got dressed. I called an Uber and headed back to the hotel. The drive back to the hotel was very lonely. Thoughts came rushing into my head. "What had I done this week? What was I thinking? What am I going to do when I get home? What happens if I become poz? Do I stay with my wife? Do I leave her?" The Uber pulled in front of the hotel. I tipped the driver and slowly walked into the hotel and back to my room. My phone buzzed. It was Tony. "Sorry that I couldn't make it tonight. Still want me to give you a goodbye fuck?" "Yes Sir. I need it." "Good. I will be there at 6. Should be able to give you a couple of loads before you leave for the airport." "Can't wait." I knew that I wouldn't have much time in the morning so I started getting everything packed for the flight. The entire time that I was packing, I was thinking about the week and what the future might bring. Eventually, I went to sleep. My alarm went off at 5a. I got up, douched and showered. It was about 5:30 and my phone buzzed. "I'm on my way. See you soon." I kept getting ready. I packed everything except my lube and poppers. Before I knew it, I heard a knock on the door. I grabbed my jock and put it on. I opened the door and Tony walked in. I immediately knelt. He quickly pulled his pants down and his cock sprung right into my face. I opened my mouth and he pushed in. I immediately started sucking him. He grabbed the sides of my head and started fucking my face. I started to gag. He pulled out and smacked his cock on my face. I stuck my tongue out and he slapped it with his cock multiple times. I looked up at him as he pushed his cock back in my mouth. He stared down at me and smiled. I was getting turned on again. "Go over to the bed and lay on your stomach." I got up and walked to the bed and laid on my stomach. I heard some clinking sounds that I didn't recognize and then I heard him walk over to the bed. He sat on the backs of my legs. He grabbed my right arm and pulled back slightly. Click. I felt the metal cuff secure itself around my wrist. Then, he grabbed my left arm. Click. The other metal cuff was secured around my wrist. He had handcuffed me. The handcuffs had a small chain between them. It kept my arms behind be but it was not overly uncomfortable. "Turn over." I turned over on my back. My arms were at my sides but slightly behind my back. It was then that I realized that I had no access to poppers. He knew it. "Yep slut. No poppers for you this time. You are going to experience this without it. Oh and something else new this time." He reached down and pulled my jock off. I was completely naked. He reached down and he roughly grabbed my cock and balls. He grabbed the lube and covered his cock. He pushed my legs back as he lined up his cock with my hole. He started to push into me. His head popped my formerly tight fuckhole. He looked in my eyes as he pushed in. I felt vulnerable being totally naked and handcuffed. He smiled and pushed in fully until he was completely in me. My legs rested on each side of his body. He started to fuck me slowly. I was so happy. "I know that Rob claimed your last neg load last night. Since it is my strain that brought him into the brotherhood, it is also my right to extract your load." With that, he grabbed my cock with his lubricated hand and started to jerk it. I was confused with what he said. "Yep. That's right, boy. He is my poz son. I am adding you to my line." He continued to fuck deep in me. My cock was rock hard. "I know you are a bottom but you are going to need to breed other bottoms. That is the responsibility of those in my line. My strain needs to continue to live on." Between his fucking, the jerking of my cock, and what he saying, I was at a complete loss. I was starting to get close. I struggled for words. "I am getting close, Sir." He started jerking and fucking me faster. I was getting real close. "Cum boy. Release your useless neg seed now." I came hard. Spurt after spurt hit my stomach. My fuckhole clenched hard. He thrusted hard into me. I felt him cumming in me. It felt like his cum was driving my cum out of my cock. His hand was coated in my cum. He reached up and brought his hand to my mouth. "Open" I opened my mouth and he pushed my cum into my mouth. He brought his hand down and scooped up more of my cum and put it in my mouth. I licked up every drop. He slowly withdrew his cock. He grabbed a towel and wiped off the rest of the cum from my stomach. "Turn over and get in doggie." I rolled over and got into position. Since I couldn't use my arms to brace me, my chest rested on the bed. He climbed back on the bed. He brought the towel around and put it under my face with my cum right in front of me. "Lick it up while I get ready to fuck you again." I started licking the towel. I needed to get every drop of cum. I heard him behind me. I could hear a sloshing sound as he was jerking his cock. Then, he was behind me again. I felt his hard cock in my crack and then he pushed in again. It was not as comfortable this time. "As a soon-to-be versatile bottom, you will need to get used to getting fucked after cumming." "Yes Sir." "Good boy. Also, not only am I using lube, but I am also using your cum. You have swallowed some of your neg load and you are also going to get it fucked into you." With that, he pushed all the way into me. He grabbed the handcuffs and used them for leverage. He started fucking me. "I am so happy to add you to my line. You are such a good fuckhole." He continued to fuck me at a steady pace. It started to feel good. I lost track of time. I was in ecstasy. His cock kept hitting my prostate. He reached under me and captured some of the precum off my cock. He rubbed it on my ass. He continued to fuck me. My confusion from last night was gone. I knew my purpose again. He picked up speed and then pulled hard on the handcuffs and pushed hard into me. Spurt. Spurt. Spurt. Spurt. Spurt. I started cumming. That had never happened before. "mmmmmmm. Such a slutty boy. Cumming from being fucked." "I'm sorry Sir." "Don't be sorry, boy. That's what you are supposed to do. As you continue in your journey, I am hoping that becomes normal for you." He pulled out of my ass. He pulled me and pushed my face into my cum. "Clean it up boy." I eagerly licked up my cum. He got off the bed and came back and unlocked my handcuffs. "I will be reaching out to you on Telegram. As Rob told you last night, stay in touch. Let us know if you come back to town." I stopped cleaning up my cum. "Yes Sir. Thank you, Sir." I crawled over to him and started licking his cock. I needed to clean it for him. He leaned back and grabbed my head and pulled it into his cock. "Such a good boy. Unfortunately, we don't have more time today. Next time, we need an entire day with you." "Yes Sir. I will make it happen." He climbed off the bed and got dressed. Again, I was feeling sad. The incredible week was over. He finished getting dressed. "Come over here, boy." I walked over to him. He grabbed the back of my hair and bent my head back. My mouth opened. He spit into my open mouth. "One last marking for you, boy. Enjoy my seed the rest of the day. Have a safe flight." With that, he opened the door and left. I checked the clock. It was just about 7. I needed to get ready to go. I didn't clean up. I finished packing. I put on some clothes and called an Uber and went to check out. Now begins the trip home to an uncertain future. The only certainty that I had is that I knew who I was. It was too late for me. I was a soon-to-be poz cum dumpster and a part-time gift giver.

Part 5 I felt someone come up behind me on the bed. Hands spread my ass cheeks. I felt something at my hole. It started to push in. It was the butt plug. It was being pushed into me. Finally, it popped in. "Can't let any loads leak out." I felt the cuffs released on my ankles and wrists. Rob pulled the blindfold off and held his hand out. I grabbed it and crawled to the edge of the bed. I slid off. My legs were stiff. He led me to the side of the room. He handed me a bottle of juice. "Drink some juice. Need to keep you hydrated." I took a sip. It tasted good. "Do you need to pee?" "Yes Sir." "OK boy. Follow me." Rob led me out of the room and down the call to the bathroom. I went in, closed the door and peed. I stood at the sink and looked at myself in the mirror while I washed my hands. I looked content. I opened the bathroom door. Rob was waiting for me. He led me back to the room. I looked around. There were seven guys in the room besides Rob. I recognized two of them. I remembered John and Tom from the other night. Looking at the other guys, I saw a Hispanic guy. He was average height. His cock had a thick head and it grew thicker before it tapered back down to the base. This must have been Alan. He was stocky but definitely not heavy. I saw a shorter guy that was very thin but had a long cock with a PA. This must have been Scotty. He looked like he didn't have an ounce of fat on his body. I saw several dark spots on his body. There were three other guys standing around and talking. The tallest guy was black. He was very solid. He had a small belly but also had muscles. His cock was flaccid but it was very long. Another guy wore a leather vest. I could see his hairy chest and belly poking through it. He was hard. His cock was about average length with low hanging balls. The third was an average looking guy. He had a little roll of fat on his body but was definitely not fat. His cock was also average sized. The last guy was average height but was skin and bones. His cock was hard. It looked angry. Rob led me back over to the bed. "Ready for round 2, boy?" "Yes Sir." "Good boy." I crawled on to the bed and laid back on the pillows. The straps were secured again to my ankles and wrists. The blindfold was put back over my eyes. "Who's up?" Two people responded "Me." Rob laughed. "OK. You two decide." I heard a response, "I will start with his mouth. You can have his ass." "You got it. Thanks!" I felt someone climb behind me. Hands rubbed my ass. A tongue started licking in my crack. Once it got to the butt plug, he stopped. I felt fingers wrap around it and pull it out. It offered little resistance. A tongue immediately replaced it. He started to tongue fuck me. It had to be Tom. After a few thrusts, he stopped and moved away. I felt another guy climb behind me. I grabbed the poppers and took two deep hits in each nostril. I felt someone come in front of me. I opened my mouth and a cock started to enter my mouth. At the same time, I felt a cock enter my fuckhole. I focused on pleasing the cock in my mouth as the cock continued to push into my fuck hole. The cock felt nice. It wasn't too big or thick. I seemed like it was the right size. I continued to suck the top's cock. I felt a hand grab my hair. "Suck him while I fuck you, slut." He started to push my head down on the cock while he pushed into me. As he pushed in, the cock got pushed into my throat. I started to gag but the fucking at both ends continued. The top in front of me put his hands on both sides of my head while the top behind me let go of my hair. He grabbed my shoulders instead. This gave him better leverage to fuck me. The top in front continued to fuck my mouth and throat. I tried to relax and concentrate on giving them both as much pleasure as possible. Suddenly, the top in my mouth stopped and held my head. I felt spurt after spurt of cum hit the back of my throat. I started swallowing as quickly as I could. The top grabbed my shoulders and drove deeper. It forced the cock in my mouth to push deeper as it continued to cum in my mouth and throat. The top behind me stopped and held still. The top in front of me withdrew his cock. "Thanks boy. I needed that." The top behind me started to withdraw but held the cock at the entrance. "Who wants to slip in there now?" I heard a voice that I didn't recognize. "I do." "OK. I will pull out when you are ready to slip in. His hole is very sloppy." I felt another guy climb on the bed. The top slipped out of my hole and I immediately felt a cock slip in. His cock was hard as steel. I continued pushing until he was fully in. His cock felt amazing. "Yeah. You are right. Definitely sloppy. I remember the time that I was the center of a gangbang. My hole felt like this. It changed my life and my status." He laughed and started to slowly fuck me. I heard the marker on the whiteboard. It sounded like two different marks were drawn. The top behind me continued to fuck me as I felt someone climb in front of me. I opened my mouth but was surprised. There wasn't a cock in front of me. Someone had put their ass in my face. I stuck my tongue out and started to rim his hole. I had rimmed women before but never a guy. This was another first. I tried to do what Tom did to me. I tried to tongue fuck him. I heard a moan. I was lost in trying to please the guy in front of me and then realized that the top behind me was still fucking me. Then he pulled out and stuck a finger in me and began to finger fuck me. "Tom. Get over here and suck me a little. Make sure you enjoy that cum that's on my cock." I felt someone climb on the bed and heard the sound of a cock getting sucked. "There might be some blood in there too. Guess this will be this slut's lucky night." I went wild. I continued to tongue fuck the guy in front of me. I was enjoying the moans coming from him. Then, the finger fucking stopped and the guy behind me pushed his cock back in me in one motion. "Ahhh. Love this cumdump." He grabbed my hips and started a faster, harder pace. The guy in front of me moved away. The blindfold was removed in time for me to see the black guy get on the bed. His cock was hard. It was very long and thick. I opened my mouth as he moved forward. He put the cock at my lips. I strained to open my mouth further as he started to push into my mouth. I could barely get his cock in my mouth. He stopped just past the head. "Just suck on the tip, boy. You will not be able to take my cock in there." I started to suck the tip as the guy behind me was pounding me hard. He said, "Gotta make sure you remember me, boy." Suddenly, he grabbed my hips and thrust hard. It pushed the top's cock further in my mouth. I tried to accept it but it was a struggle. The top in my ass held still. "Hope I changed your life, slut. Mark me down for poz. Very very poz." He laughed. The top in my mouth pulled out and moved around behind me. I looked behind myself and saw the top that was skin and bones with the angry cock. He pulled out and was replaced by the black top. He slapped his cock on my crack. "You should be loose enough but hit those poppers, slut." I grabbed the poppers and looked up. Rob was in front of me. He was smiling. I grabbed the poppers and took a deep hit. Rob nodded. I switched nostrils and it again. "Five short, sharp hits and hold." Hit. Hit. Hit. Hit. Hit. Hold. I felt the tip of his cock pushing against my fuckhole. It felt huge. "Again." I exhaled and switched nostrils. Hit. Hit. Hit. Hit. Hit. Hold. I felt the tip of the cock push in. It hurt. I exhaled. "Again." I switched nostrils. Hit. Hit. Hit. Hit. Hit. Hold. He pushed another inch in and he held it there. I exhaled. "Again." I switched nostrils. Hit. Hit. Hit. Hit. Hit. Hold. He started to push in again. This time he didn't stop. He kept pushing. I held as long as I could and then exhaled. I looked at Rob. He was smiling and nodding. It was pleasing him to see me take it. He moved forward. I opened my mouth and he stuck his cock in my mouth. The top behind me continued to push. I felt him hit my prostate and he continued to push. Inch by inch. I continued to suck. It was keeping my mind off what felt like a baseball bat being pushed in my ass. Then, it stopped. I felt his legs against mine. "You did well, boy. Just relax." The top behind me pulled out a little and then pushed in again. Next stroke, he pulled out a little more and pushed back in. "I think I am pushing some of this cum out of his hole. The rest is getting pushed real deep. It will never come out." He laughed. He continued to pull out a little more and push back in. My hole was stretching to accommodate the invasion. His thrusts became longer. He pulled past my prostate and then pushed back past it. The pleasure was intense. Again, I couldn't tell if I was going to cum or pee. I tried not to think about it. I was focused on sucking Rob's cock. He was already hard but seemed to grow harder. The top behind me started to pick up his pace. Long, steady, full strokes. "Open your mouth, boy. I want to watch you swallow my load." I opened my mouth and Rob pulled out slightly. He started cumming in my mouth. I stared in his eyes with each spurt. He was in ecstacy. He pulled back. "Swallow." I continued to stare in his eyes and I closed my mouth and swallowed. "Good boy." The top behind me continued to fuck me. "Sorry everyone. I may be ruining his fuck hole for everyone else." He laughed and continued to fuck me. He started to fuck harder but continued with long strokes. He bent down until his whole weight was on top of me. He wrapped his arm around my neck. He started to fuck harder. He became more animalistic. He was claiming his prize. Harder and harder. Then he thrust hard as he tightened his grip around me. "Take it slut." I felt his cock swell even more and then I felt it. Spurt. Spurt. Spurt. Spurt. Spurt. Spurt. Spurt. Spurt. I closed my eyes and enjoyed the feeling. I knew this was right. Being used is what I am meant for. He slowly withdrew. It seemed like it took minutes for his cock to come out. Then, it popped out. "The job is definitely done now. Mark down another poz load." I laid there in total pleasure. Rob said "Who's ready for round 3?" I answered first. "I am." Rob laughed. "Whatever you want slut. Get back on your hands and knees." I moved back into position. I looked back and saw Scotty was behind me again. "I can dump one more load and then I gotta go." He pushed his PA against my hole. This time, he didn't wait. He just pushed in. "He's much looser now." He pushed all the way in. He didn't wait. He just started fucking me. I started squeezing my hole. I needed to please him. I continued to clench my hole until it was tight around his cock. "Yeah slut. Squeeze that cock. Drain my balls." He started to fuck harder. I moaned. My prostate was continuing to get hit. I was leaking all over. He grabbed my hips tight as he continued to slam in me. Thrust. Thrust. Thrust. Thrust. Thrust. Thrust. He grabbed tighter. He thrusted harder. I gripped down on his cock as hard as I could. Then he slammed hard and held still. "Ahhhhhhh." He let go my hips, pulled out, and slapped my ass. "Thanks slut. Thanks Rob. Hopefully, we can do it again." He climbed off the bed and was immediately replaced by Alan. I remembered that his cock was the thickest cock I had experienced until the black guy. He pushed the head of the cock in. This time, there was no resistance. It slid right in. All the way to the hilt. "Yep. You definitely ruined him. He's not tight any longer." I squeezed down on his cock. "Yeah slut. Milk my cock." I squeezed harder. He started fucking me. He was not gentle. He was rough. "Sorry slut. My second time is always harder." I lost track of time as he fucked me. I put my head down. He continued to pound me. Then, the pounding stopped and he withdrew. Another cock replaced it and then another and another. I lost count of who was fucking me and how often. The next I knew, I felt the cuffs being released. I looked around. Nobody was left. It was just Rob and me. "You did so well boy. Want to know the final count?" "Yes Sir." He grabbed the whiteboard and showed me. It showed 14 poz and three neg. I wondered who the neg guys were. He laughed. "I think we crushed your old record." "Yes Sir. Thank you, Sir." "Are you going to be ok to ride back to your hotel?" "Yes Sir." "OK. Take your time getting dressed. Here is your phone." I grabbed my phone and called an Uber. I got dressed and waited. "Text me tomorrow, boy. Not sure I can play tomorrow but we shall see. I also expect your hole will need a rest." "Yes Sir." My Uber arrived. I went downstairs and hopped in and began the ride back to the hotel.

Oh fuck... if only they had switched tops for the second round.

I am so sorry I missed this when it was first posted. I loved the "Used Sex to Get Something (upgrade, etc.......)". Who else flies Delta 🤫?

This is how every single boi should be treated by their Daddy. I'm sure that you would agree wholehearTedly, @versmetropig - and I'm sure you have something along the same lines planned for me later this year. I case anyone is curious, these are just a sample of what various pnp daddies have done to me over the past few years. I hope some others of you are interested in having a piece of me.

5. Skeleton's Bone "Please. Just give it to me." I was hungry, and I needed what Leo was offering. Normally, I was pretty horny. But tonight, my arousal was all-consuming. All I could think about was dick inside me. Leo's cock in my ass. Seth's cock in my mouth. Jon's cock in my mouth. Jon's cock in my ass. And all of them cumming in me. It was dirty and filthy, but I loved it. "Of course you're gonna get it," Leo said. He arched his back and pushed his dick deeper into my guts. I gasped, but took it. The alternative would be far more unbearable than this minor, temporary discomfort. Leo relaxed, and pulled me against his chest. His chest was hairy, sweaty, and hot; he felt like a real man. "I've got what you are craving," he whispered in my ear, and I also released my muscles. I slipped down an inch or two on his cock, before hitting the base. "It's all in me," I moaned. "All of it. In me." "Yeah," Leo said. "It is. It feels amazing. Inside you. Dripping in you." "Dripping in me," I moaned. "Bareback." "Yeah," Leo said. "Best way. High and raw." He kissed me again. "Let's do one more hit together, ok?" "Yeah," I said. "Big hit." "Yeah," Leo said. He smiled and nodded. It felt good to make him so happy. I wanted to please him, especially when it was so easy: I smoked some crystal, and let him fuck me. "Here," he said. He stuck the pipe in my mouth. I couldn't help but stare at the drawing on his hand. It was done in thick Sharpie pen, but it still was surprisingly detailed and realistic. A skeleton was giving me a glass pipe filled with crystal. The skeleton and I enacted the now familiar ritual. He held the torch, and I inhaled when the bowl began to smoke. It had already been hard to judge how big the hit was; this one was no different. When my lungs were full, he took the pipe, and started to inhale. Despite the crystal's impact on my brain, I stared in fascination as Leo did his hit. I watched his chest expand and grow, the black ink outlines of the ribs showing each puff in visual succession. At the end, we both exhaled. It had left us both a bit breathless and horned up. Leo pulled me close again. "I want to breed you boy. Got you knocked up." "Come on. Breed me," I moaned. "Breed my guts." "Hell yeah, Kenta," he said. "Fucking good hole. I want to enjoy this." He kissed me. It felt like it went on for hours, but yet, I didn't want it to stop. "As long as you want," I grunted. Another kiss, another slow fuck. His cock was taking its time as it explored my hole. He was measuring it out, sizing it up. Getting ready to make it totally his. "And as long as I need," he said. I could feel each vein and ridge of his cock as he slid his cock in and out of me. I wondered if every man was going to be this thorough and demanding. He kissed me again, and I nearly forgot about the cock pounding me. "As long as I need," he finally said. "Please. Give it to me," I said. I started to understand the bottoms in porn. I knew how they felt. How important every dick was. I understood their cock-craving, and it was exactly how I was feeling. "Yeah. You're feeling it," Leo said. "That's the crystal. Isn't it great?" "Fuck yeah," I moaned. Nothing had ever felt quite like this. I wanted to always feel like this, and I always wanted a hard cock like Leo's tool in my hole. "Please breed me." "All in good time," he said. "Kenta's gonna get it, I know." I loved that. He was going to cum in me. Best of all, it didn't matter. It was sleazy, but it wasn't unsafe or anything. It was perfect. "Please. Just breed me," I repeated. It was all I could think about. Leo's dick in me, and then Leo's cum in me. I wanted to think about something else. Something cleaner and safer. But I was feeling dirty and sleazy, and my situation only dragged me deeper. I was getting fucked by a handsome skeleton. There was a devil I would get fucked by as well. Far from being weird, the costumes made it seem all the dirtier. I wondered what I would get in exchange from the devil tonight, and exactly what I would have to give up. I would have done almost anything for more cock. But there was a party here tonight, and Seth had promised me all the cock I could handle. "Yeah. Love a fucking hungry hole like this. You're going to have so much fun tonight," Leo said. "Please. Cum in me," I grunted. I didn't want promises of future loads. I needed another load in me now. "One more for you first," Leo said. He put the pipe back in my mouth, and held the torch under it. I didn't care that I was smoking crystal. This felt so good that I didn't want to stop. "Big one," he said. "Just right for a little guy like you." He smiled at me, yet still held the torch under the bowl. He wanted me high, and I wanted to make him happy. I filled my lungs. Finally, he let the torch go out, and took the smoking bowl from me. He put it in his mouth, and inhaled. He looked so hot, as he sucked down another hit. We both held it for as long as we could, before exhaling. "Fucking nice," he said. "It feels amazing," I said. My head was spinning, my heart was pounding, and my ass was twitching. "Um," I started. "Yeah?" he asked. "Can I have another?" I said. It was overwhelming sensation, but it felt so good. Leo felt close and safe and his raw cock in my ass a signifier of how connected we were. I wanted to feel more of this. "Of course," he said. "It will be good for the both of us." He put the pipe back in my mouth, and heated it back up. I took one more giant hit, and then nodded. He took it and put the pipe in his mouth, doing another hit. We both held it for nearly a minute, his cock sliding in and out of me the entire time. Finally, he nodded at me, and I exhaled. I expected him to blow out as well, but instead, he pulled me down, and immediately blew his hit into me. I had no choice but to take it. We swapped the hit back and forth, making out the entire time. "Fucking hot hole," he said. The crystal was hitting me hard. I was barely coherent, and making inarticulate grunts and moans, as he fucked me. We kept on fucking; time was a difficult topic for me to follow. I wasn't sure if we had spent only a few minutes in the library, or if I had missed the entire party. I wasn't sure if I cared. Leo's cock was still rock hard, and he was dripping pre-cum into me. I had been wary of pre-cum in the past, but tonight, I loved how it lubricated my hole, making it easier for Leo's unprotected shaft to slide deep into my guts. I was never going to use a condom again. "You want my load?" Leo asked me again. I had been begging him for his load practically ever since he had first stuck his dick into me. I couldn't tell if this was just one more tease, but there was only one answer I could give him. "Please. Give it to me." "Hell yeah," he grunted. Over the course of the fuck, he had flipped me onto my back, and my legs were now up in the air. Even if I had wanted, it would have been hard to push him off. He pushed his dick deep into me, but this time, he didn't pull out. "Fuuuuck," he moaned. Deep in my guts, his cock swelled, and a thick glob of his cum shot into me. "FUUUUUUCK," he moaned, and another spurt landed in my guts. "FUUUCK MEEE," I grunted in reply. My ass was squeezing his dick as tight as I could, milking out every drop I could. "Breed me." "HELL YEAH," he replied. "Breeding you." Two more shots from his cock lubricated my hungry hole. "Deep." Another shot. His cock was now sliding in and out of me, each stroke spreading his thick cum further into my hole. I loved the feeling of his seed filling me up. I loved how accepting it was, letting him anoint me with his sperm. "Fucking breeding you." "Please," I repeated. "Just fuck me." He pushed in once more, then held it. His dick was now just slowly throbbing, the last few drops of his semen dribbling into me. "Give it all to me," I said. "You got it," Leo said, then pulled me closed. He kissed me. It felt good. As turned on as I was, I didn't want to cum myself. I reached down, but found my dick was still strangely soft. "Tina dick," Leo said. "I happens." "At least you've got plenty of bone," I said. I traced out one of the bones drawn across his shoulder and down his arm. "Yeah," Leo said. "But let's see about getting you a few more bones to play with," he continued. We slowly disconnected. He pulled his dick out slowly, making sure that not a drop of his seed dripped out. "I bet the party has gotten started." From his bag, he pulled out two envelopes, each bulging slightly. He left it on the large central table, before gently pushing me to the door. He didn't seem to care that he was naked, except for his sneakers. I was suddenly conscious of just how little I was wearing; a pair of boots, a jock strap, and a harness. "Those boots do great things for your ass," a voice in the hall said.

Part 2 I slowly lifted his shirt up his body, not fully undressing him. Before he knew what was happening, he was underneath me on the mattress, his jeans unbuttoned, with one of my hands still groping his nipples and the other hand sliding underneath his briefs, down his dick and balls and resting over his hole. I knew Chris was smooth, but through touch I confirmed he didn't have a single hair on his genitals or his hole. Didn't even have a single chest hair. I felt my dick stir. Fuck. It's like the boy knew exactly what I liked. Don't get me wrong - I've fucked my fair share of girls, but total smoothness on a boy is completely different. It's not exactly feminine, it's more of acceptance that he is a faggot and a boy, not a man. And unlike with girls, the only reason boys shave and wax is to hopefully please certain men. I could no longer resist. I roughly grabbed the belt of his skinny jeans and ripped them off of him. Fuck, I was going to go insane from lust. Chris' legs were perfectly smooth and highlighted his very toned calves. I could tell how deep his tan was by his deep speedo tanline. Chris must've caught me looking at him with the eyes of a predator. "You like that?" he asked. "Oh, baby...", I groaned. "Oh...baby...." I ran my hands over his body, just groping whatever I can get. He felt so good. His body was cold from being outside, but with my giant wall of muscle cradling him and my hands running all over him, I was going to warm him up fast. I pulled Chris' shirt off next, and decided to leave his jockstrap on. He was wearing a thin black one with white stripes, and it looked hot stretched out over his smooth bubble butt. "Oh...fuck, babe," I kept whispering to myself. I unwrapped him like a present. I took his dick out of his jockstrap, already completely limp from the Tina. Just how I like it. Guys like to play with a faggot's dick, even suck it, but I had already decided for Chris he wasn't going to be using it much. "Daddy! Don't!" Chris cried out as I squeezed his dick hard. I smirked. I wasn't going to keep torturing him, but I just wanted to hear him cry out. And it made me feel happy to hear the boy call me daddy. It didn't faze his affection for me though. Naked on my dirty mattress after i had just inflicted pain on him and enjoyed it, Chris turned to look at me with doe eyes. His pupils were dilated, and he looked a little cracked out already since it was his first time, but there was no mistaking the attachment and affection in his gaze. I had him in my lap (I was still fully clothed), one hand on his nipple and the other hand just softly grazing his hole. He wrapped his arms around my neck. "Daddy... you make me feel so good," Chris whispered. His delicate, angelic face pressed against my hard, muscled one. "Yeah baby? Daddy's gonna make you feel real good all the time," I uttered back in a deep, seedy whisper. My lips grazed his as my sentence trailed off. I started kissing him softly, then hungrily tongued him and slobbered over him, sloppy and aggressive. Then I'd get tender again. While kissing him, it occurred to me that he wasn't as tweaked as I wanted him to be yet. He was obviously high, wired and uncontrollably horny, but I prefer to have sex with sluts who are completely fucked up and barely even functional. When I broke the kiss, I held up the bong. "Want another hit, baby?" I asked. "Fuck yeah," Chris said excitedly. "Take another. Take a couple," I added with a grin. I pressed the mouthpiece of the bong to his lips and lit it up. The body of the bong was almost yellow with how thick the smoke was. He had to stop sucking halfway and exhale, blowing out a stream of the thickest white clouds I've seen in a while. But he wasn't done, and I pressed the bong to his lips again to make sure he emptied the smoke inside. He coughed and gagged, a little nauseous from the taste and the heaviness of the vapor. I gave him some time to recover - I didn't have anything to get the taste out, unfortunately, but that didn't mean he could stop hitting the bong. After he finished coughing, I immediately pressed the bong to his lips again and I didn't go easy on him, giving him just as intense of a hit the second time. I fucking torched the bowl. Almost immediately after, i dipped my finger into a tub of vaseline, then scraped a couple crystals, and slowly dug it into his fresh pink pussy. "Ahhh!" he moaned. He winced as the crystals slowly dissolved into his bloodstream, burning him from inside. I know it hurt, so i just let my fingers sit there for a bit and let him recover. Again, even though I was the one who caused him pain without warning or consent, he looked at me for comfort. Eyes desperate for a kiss to make the pain better. I quickly complied, making out with him sweetly as his hole finally adjusted. I slowly pulled my fingers out. He kissed me hungrily like he loved me. Maybe he did. Boys fall quickly like that. He didn't even know that he wasn't going to be leaving this dark room with its dirty mattress for the foreseeable future. His eyes were out of sync at this point, and he was muttering unintelligibly. A bit of drool was leaking from his lip and his body had small convulsions here and there every time he got a chill. "You feel good, baby?" I asked. "Yeahhh!" he practically yelled. "Fuck daddy, I wanna be a meth whore! All I want is more drugs and as much cock as I can get!" Parts of his speech went in and out, but I'm pretty sure that's what he said. His hand was over his hole, desperately trying to make it feel something. "Faggot," I growled, suddenly changing my tone. "You're finally where I want you. Two steps away from an overdose." This only turned Chris on. His blue eyes, which faded a little in color, glared at me in an attempt to focus on my face. "I want... I want to always be this fucked up when I'm with you," he said weakly. "Daddy... Daddy, can you fuck me? Please? I need it...I need it so bad." I put my mouth against Chris' ear and whispered, "Fucking faggot whore. Look at you begging for my dick inside your little cunt." "Please... please," he kept pleading. "Daddy, I need a dick inside my hole." In the ten minutes we've been laying together on this filthy mattress, I had become Daddy to Chris and he'd become Faggot to me. As far as I can remember, we never used our actual names with each other again. My lip curled as I got turned on by how our names solidified our new relationship. I grabbed him by his tiny waist and threw him on the other side of the mattress. "Spread your legs wide open, Faggot," I demanded. "Show me that pussy." Faggot wasted no time. He raised his legs and spread them as wide as he could. He even grabbed his asscheeks and pulled them apart with his hands, desperately trying to open his hole up more. Damn. It really was a pussy. It was smooth and bright pink. The hole was so tender and tight you would've thought it was untouched. Just looking at it made me want him to bear my children. I had to unbutton and unzip my jeans right away as my dick was getting so hard that it was hurting, trying to burst through my pants. It swooped right out, completely hard, pointing directly out from me. I'm proud of my dick. It's not a beer-can dick. It's not so thick. However, it's a full 10.5" of average girth, totally solid, uncut bone. It might have even been a little on the thin side. Now I don't know why, but even when I smoke Tina, my dick is always rock hard once I'm horny. It's like I had reverse erectile dysfunction, my dick always got the stiffest and hardest boners, ever since I was a boy. Occasionally, it could only get semi-hard if I do too much Tina, but a cock ring and a viagra quickly turn it into a rock pole. My manhood seemed to perfectly complement Faggot's cunt hole. It was so tight, the hardness and small girth would more easily enter. I wasn't going to risk damaging his hole just yet though. I need that thing to work for a long time. I squirted a ton of baby oil into the tub of vaseline and scooped a giant, gooey lather of the grease onto his hole, rubbing it in a little with my finger. I rubbed a light layer on my dick too. I tossed Faggot a fresh bottle of poppers, a silent order for him to prepare himself. Violently spun, he fumbled to unscrew the bottle and shakily snorted from both nostrils. Deep. Just as he was about to screw the cap back on, I stopped him. "Wait - 2 more deep hits," I ordered. The boy looked like he had been destroyed by the combined highs of the meth and the poppers. His blond hair was tousled, his blue eyes wonky, his white teeth chattery, and now he looked dizzy and unfocused. All he could produce were loud moans and "Oh...Fuck..." I took the bottle of poppers from him. I didn't trust him to put the cap on safely anyway. I took two deep hits too. Fuck. A wave of what can only be described as intense perversion swept over me, and as the poppers dotted my vision, I looked at Faggot through an even more degrading lens. He was so damn sexy with his tan smooth body and his legs spread open for me, it was even hotter that his clean cut appearance was trashed by how drugged up he was. As the rush of the poppers hit me and then swept behind me, all I could think about was fucking him however I wanted. I pressed my dick hard against his greased up pussy. It still met with a little resistance, but the poppers relaxed his hole significantly and opened it up a lot more. My dick was uncut, so the head didn't need to pop in first. It penetrated like a stick. "FUUUUUUCK YEAHHHH!" I roared like a beast. "OHHHH FUCK! FUCKKK IT'S IN!" Faggot yelled. My head spasmed with pleasure, and my eyes rolled back into my head. For a moment, I even thanked my parents for not circumcising me so that I could enjoy the full pleasure of the pussy I was in right now. The Faggot's breeding hole was warm, soft, and tightly wrapped around my dick. Most of all, he was wet too. His hole squirted like crazy from arousal. The drugs probably helped with that. My dick felt so much friction against his insides and was coated with so much of the oily lube and juice that my body shook from the sensations I felt. "Unh! Uhhhh!" he moaned like a bitch as I continued to push in deeper.. and deeper. Whenever he thought it couldn't get any deeper, I pressed his legs further back and shoved more in. His eyes widened as my dick hit a painful spot. Because it was so hard and didn't curve to the inside of his hole, it probably jammed deeper than his pussy could even take. "AHH! SO DEEP!" he screamed, wincing in pain. "YEAH?" I boomed. "YOU FEEL IT DEEP IN YOU?" "TOO DEEP! TOO DEEP!" he gasped. "Fuck you, Faggot. You'll get used to it," I said. And then I spit on him. It landed in a thick wad on the side of his perfect, shiny, tan cheek. He looked helpless, and if I could get any harder from that, I would've. My dick might've pulsed with arousal. A smooth twink with a smooth tight hole completely at my mercy, meaning no one was going to stop anything I did to violate or degrade him. I allowed Faggot to take two more deep hits of the poppers before moving my dick. Once the cap was screwed on, the gloves came off. I withdrew almost the entire length of my dick, which must've felt crazy for the boy, then plunged back in. And out and in again, and out and in again, so fast the Faggot could barely breathe and scream to keep up. My dick ripped through his pussy, stabbing in and out. Each stroke made me feel like his cunt was rubbing ecstasy straight into my dick. It definitely felt even better watching him yelp at the top of his lungs with each thrust. "UH! UH! UH! UH! AH! UHH!" "FUCK YOU, YOU STUPID SLUT! I'M GONNA FUCK THAT TWEAKED UP CUNT SO HARD BECAUSE THAT'S WHAT YOU FUCKING DESERVE, FAGGOT! YOU FUCKING WHORE TRASH!" I barked. I didn't care if he was loud. When I got verbal, I yell obscenities at whoever I'm fucking. I sound like a drill sergeant. His screaming and moaning and my aggressive roaring mixed together to fill the silent room with the explosive sound of sex. The fact of the matter is the household upstairs can complain all they want to the landlord, but their noise complaints go unheard. The landlord buys crack from me (after all, that's how I got the basement), so he's on my side and would do anything to keep the police from coming. I found out a week later they left before their lease ended because they couldn't live with the extremely loud sex through the thin ceiling/floor occurring at all times of day and weird times of night. I pounded Faggot for 40 minutes straight. His sexy legs and delicate smooth little feet bounced and flailed around my arms and shoulders the whole time as I fucked him. If a while went by without any harsh words reminding him his only worth was giving me pleasure with his body and pussy, I'd spit on him and slap him. At one point, I pulled out completely. Then I charged in, ramming straight to the deepest point I could possibly reach, and while his little body folded to take the impact, I spit straight into the center of his face, splattering from his nose to his cheekbones, then slapped him hard with the full force of my titanic, muscular strength. His face was so red it burned through the tan. He cried out in surprise and pain, but took it like a good slave boy. To reward him, I grabbed him by the hair and slapped him across the face three more times before spitting on him one more time and giving him a quick kiss. Then I grabbed one of his ankles and punch-fucked him for a minute straight. He was gasping for air, not even being able to react to the abuse happening so quickly and one after another. But no matter what I did, when he looked me in the eyes, it was the same expression of love, only shadowed by a bit of pleading. He was high as a kite and he couldn't help it, because the dick felt so good in him and he was so horny and hungry for a man to use him, all he could see was his strong, sexy, manly daddy. At this point, he knew that his daddy was depraved and sadistic. But dick and drugs could turn a boy into a hopeless lover. Finally, I felt the electric sensation of wanting to cum, an burning sensitivity rushing through my penis as it thrusted. I grabbed both his ankles hard enough to snap them off and buried my cock to the hilt as I unloaded one of the biggest nuts in recent memory. My whole body convulsed as I roared and gasped, shuddering as my cock just pulsed inside him, shooting jet after jet of my seed into him. He moaned in ecstasy as he felt my dick harden and vibrate. Then, everything became silent besides for our grunting and panting. I slowly pulled my dick out. A splash of cum was dragged back with it and popped out of his hole. One thick drop trickled down his tailbone. For a moment, all I could do is just touch him and finger him gently to feel the cum inside his hole. It was still so smooth and tender. It's amazing how something that felt so soft inside could withstand the brutal beating my dick just gave it. Faggot looked completely used up and laid limp, his legs having fallen on the mattress after his marathon of having them being split apart. He was still a handsome, beautiful boy even like this. I laid down next to him and caressed his face and body, kissing him. "Daddy," he groaned weakly. "I... i want more..." I smiled just a little, feeling pride in how much of a cock whore I turned him into in just an hour. Out of impulse, I suddenly decided to revise my plan for enslaving him. I was just going to take him. I got up and zipped my jeans up. From one of the cabinets I retrieved a brown leather leash with a 5 foot chain. I pressed my body down on Faggot to restrain him and clipped the collar of the leash around his neck. I looped a small padlock around where I clipped it and locked it shut. Then, I tied the chain around one of the pipes protruding from the wall and put a padlock around the tied chain. I had the keys in the main room, where he wouldn't be able to reach. Tweaked and confused, Faggot yanked experimentally at the chain. Then, he realized he was trapped, but he didn't panic. He looked at me with puppy eyes with a pleading look, just waiting for me to explain. I got on the mattress with my enslaved boy and held his naked body in my giant arms. "Listen, Faggot," I said softly. "I'm going to turn you into my whore. You're going to live here now, and you're never going to leave this fucking room, got it? I recorded everything that just happened, you doing the drugs and getting fucked, and I'm going to anonymously send it to your parents, teachers, friends, whoever I can get ahold of. You're never going to see or talk to any of those people ever again. I'm going to smash your phone, throw out your house keys, and keep your wallet. From now on, this is your new reality." Even violently high, Faggot was realizing the gravity of the situation. "Daddy... Please! Don't show anyone the video. Please," he begged. "I'll be a good boy. I'll do whatever you want. Please..." Tears welled up in his eyes, realizing the shock that would hit everyone he ever knew. I ran my hand through his hair. "Bitch, you're going to do whatever I want anyways. That's not going to stop me. I'm going to send it to all of them through your phone and tell them you couldn't resist your inner whore anymore and ran off to become a pornstar. And you're going to become a pornstar, because these videos are going on any porn site I can publish them on, and I'm going to make whatever money I can from filming you. From now on, your purpose is taking my dick whenever I'm horny and making money using your body and cunt. All of my nut goes in you. All of my piss goes in you or on you. There are going to be men coming in and out to come fuck you. That's because I'm going to sell your pussy to them. When I make a sale, I'll tell you to get ready." Faggot looked at me with fear and arousal. His lip trembled, and his handsome face looked almost pitiful. He looked so helpless and boyish I almost felt sorry for him until I remembered that he's just a piece of property now. Even still, I knew a small part of him was excited to be with me and embrace an endless cycle of drugs, sex, and personal and physical maintenance. ------ The next day, I woke up with Faggot in my arms. Being in the basement with no windows, I couldn't even tell what time it was or how long we slept. Last night, he cried a little bit after reality kicked in, but I gave him some weed to smoke and slept on the mattress with him instead of my bed. The boy calmed down eventually and fell asleep, and I fell asleep holding him. I let him continue to sleep. One perk of being here is that he doesn't have to wake up to an alarm. When he eventually did wake up, I was ready to introduce him the finer details of his new life. I made him a small breakfast of eggs and packaged fruit and brought him a gallon jug of water for the day. As he ate, I spoke. "We're going to have to have rules to keep you in place. "Let's start with the most important one. You can't refuse any man I sell you to. Old, ugly, fat, short, sweaty, smelly, I don't give a fuck. They pay, they fuck. If they want to fuck raw, which will be encouraged because I'm not supplying condoms, you take it raw. Nod if you understand." Faggot nodded vigorously, determined. "Second. Sometimes I'm going to have to take you out. I might take you on a house call to a john or to a bathhouse. I definitely have to take you to the doctor and get tested constantly since you'll be taking so much raw dick and cum. You're going to get diseases, so I gotta catch them fast so that you can still fuck. You need to go to a dentist, go to the gym, and tan. When we go out, I lead you by your leash and you keep a blindfold on. You get one outfit to put on: the one you wore here today. You hop right into the back of my van and wait for me to let you out." "People are also going to ask questions. They're going to see you filthy and dressed like a street whore when you show up to the doctor's office. Let me do the talking. Under no circumstances are you to talk to anyone when we go out unless it's a man who's going to fuck you. I want my whore to interact only with men who use you for sex. That'll be all you know and all the companionship you get. If you try to ask anyone for help, remember you'll be out on the street homeless with severe withdrawal from any number of drugs I'm gonna put you on. That, and before I go to jail, I'm going to beat the shit out of you. And you won't have any money or ID, because, third, any money you earn goes to me. Whatever you need, I buy for you if I want to. Including drugs. "Fourth, you keep cum inside you as long as you can. I will flush your hole out regularly to keep it clean, but you are a cum dump slut and when I fuck you at the end of the night, you better be oozing. I don't care how nasty the guys are who breed you, you respect them by letting their sperm inseminate every fiber of your being. "Fifth, you will always be high. I'll be fucking you up with all kinds of stuff of my choosing. I even got stuff to make you sleep. When men come to fuck you, you will always be tweaked beforehand and given more during or in-between. If you're going to be my whore, I'm going to force you to be heavily addicted to drugs and sex. The johns will know that you are useless without drugs and sex and therefore should feel like they can treat you pretty much however they want because you're a desperate, fucked up piece of garbage who needs their dick to survive. I will make sure you're safe and not damaged in order to ensure you can continue doing your job. "Finally, your name is no longer Chris, and I don't want to ever hear that name again. From now on, your name is now Faggot. One of my buddies learned how to tattoo, so he'll be tattooing your name as a tramp stamp on your back. That way, johns will know that Faggot is your name." I finished as Faggot finished chewing his food. It took him a long time to put it down since he still had residual T in his system. He looked at me with those blue eyes, fresh and sparkly after a full night's sleep, but a little red from crying. Then, unexpectedly, he leaned into me and wrapped his smooth body around my torso and rested his ass in my lap. "Daddy?" "Yeah, Faggot?" "Does this mean I'm going to do meth everyday and get fucked by you constantly? Multiple times a day?" "Yeah. You're going to feel real good on T all the time, baby. And now that I have you, I'm never going to jerk off again. If I wanna get off, we have sex." The boy leaned his blond hair into my big chest. He felt so small and fragile in my arms, even though he was a fully toned and developed young man. "Then fuck it. I want to be your whore, and I don't need anything from my old life. As long as I have you, I don't need anything or anyone else. At home or at school, I'm always horny and wishing that men were gay and would fuck me. If the only human interaction I have is with men and through having sex, that's more than enough. I want to be a good whore for you, Daddy." I looked at Faggot and felt nothing but pride and love for the boy. I took his life from him and he's still going to be a good whore boy for me. That's exactly the kind of unconditional worship I expect from him. I wanted to tell him I love him, but what I really loved was the piece of flesh that he was. I held him in my arms and kissed him softly for a while, and then without a word, I stood up and left him chained there. I opened up grindr, Scruff, bbrt, A4A, and craigslist. It was time to make him some profiles. Part 3 coming soon

Reminds me of my first dealer/fuck buddy who conspired with my long time girlfriend to fuck me. Thefucked up part was she and I were engaged only a few weeks before they carried out the plan where she slipped ghb to me, having him come over to sell Tina to us, tag teaming me with arguments that I should try a booty bump which meant stripping nude and allowing him to put shards up in me. I can't remember when she disappeared but I didn't mind too much since he had my dick in his mouth and three fingers twisting through my tight hole. Once he was finished breeding me for the third or fourth time a few hours later, he admitted that the "love of my life" was all too happy to trade him my high, semi aware body for his use, and all for a bag of Tina and a few tabs of x. Jokes on her though because the next ten hours he kept me high and fed load after load of cum up my ass and down my throat from his 11 inch uncut caramel cock making sure I loved it by the time she returned to our condo the next morning. It took less than a month for him to become a regular hang out pal and for her to end up with no dealer, no engagement ring and no me. If she reads this, I have to thank her for unintentionally showing me how much I prefer the pain my ass feels each time a massive cock rams in to it over the pain in the ass that most women turn out to be for the men they tie down. He still fucks me on occasion and I can only take his full length once in a rare while but he always makes me his cum dump before offering his own thanks to the bitch who made the worst trade since the French sold the US what is now the Western United States.

Part 3. After a couple more rounds with our new friends, the weekend ended and they went back to their home city. On their way out, they mentioned they had another friend-couple who were planning on visiting in a few weeks, and maybe we’d like to meet them. I smiled, looking over at Jake, and said, “If they’re anything like you guys, we would LOVE to meet them!” Trusting Andre and Alex understood my implication, they responded, “Yeah, they’re a lot like us. You will like them for sure.” We exchanged contact information (other than the app where we met) and they were on their way. The sex with Jake that night was beyond incredible. Talking about all the fun we’d had, and looking forward to another fun encounter in a few weeks. The next day on my way home from work, I stopped off at the drugstore and picked up a bottle of Aleve, making sure to get the kind that looked an awful lot like the PrEP pills in Jake’s night stand. Getting home before him, I confirmed they looked almost identical, and swapped out the appropriate number, replacing them in the prescription bottle and closing the drawer. Over the next couple weeks, we dutifully took our pills every day, with Jake fucking me at least once a day. The amazing weekend we’d had really reignited things for us in bed, and our sex was never hotter. Every time he unloaded in me though, I would think back to those incredible moments when Andre and Alex had dumped their poz seed into my hole. The memory combined with the expert fucking of my boyfriend would make me cum so hard all over my chest, usually hitting my face and beyond. Mid-week before our new friends were supposed to come visit, I started to come down with a nasty cold. Turned into fever, chills, the works. When I got a text from an unknown number, I was momentarily confused until I remembered I hadn’t heard from them yet, just Andre and Alex. Checking out the message, I saw he introduced himself as Eddie, said A&A had given him my number, wondered if we’d like to meet up this weekend. Then another text came through with a picture - an enormous brown cock, uncut and dripping. My own cock jumped in my sick-bed pajamas, the first time I’d felt even remotely horny in the past couple days. Jake had left his phone on the bed next to me as he went downstairs to fetch me more chicken soup. I looked at his phone and saw texts from the same number, but noticed they hadn’t been sent as a group. He received the same intro text as had I. He also received a pic of Eddie and his husband Bill, a solidly-built white guy in his late 40s - hairy daddy type. I thought it curious until I felt my phone vibrate and saw a new txt come through from Eddie - this one a series of pics, the first showing his muscular back, with a tattoo peeking out over his underwear, then a couple more successively closer, until the last one was a closeup of the biohazard symbol on his upper ass. I was rock hard now, when I heard another text come through for Jake - this one another couple shot of them in a tropical location, all smiles with their sunglasses on, drinking a fruity drink with an umbrella. I was getting the picture now - it was clear A&A had told our new friends the whole story about our adventurous weekend. Eddie and I exchanged this series of text messages. Me: Hey bud, glad to hear from you! A&A said they had some fun friends who we should meet. Our weekend with them a few weeks ago was a special gift to us as a couple - our sex hasn’t been this hot in years. Eddie: I’m glad to hear it! Sounds like A&A really charged up your sex life. Me: I’m actually down with the flu at the moment. Eddie: Oh yeah? That’s no fun. Want us to reschedule? Me: No way. I may be out of commission, but my boyfriend is really looking forward to this. And so am I. I’ll be participating, in my own way. Eddie: Sweet. We get in late Friday, so maybe we can meet up on Saturday? Me: Perfect. You have our address. We’ll be here. When Jake returned with my dinner, I had already saved and deleted the extra pics Eddie had sent me, so when we compared text conversations, they looked mostly the same. I told him they’d be over on Saturday. Jake was concerned about me being sick, but I told him there was no way I’d let my little illness get in the way of this happening. After the last time, our sex life was undeniably better, and I wanted another jolt of that whether I could actively participate or not. Jake reluctantly agreed, and then got much more excited when he checked his phone and saw the pics they’d sent. By the time Saturday rolled around, I had worked Jake into a frenzy of anticipation. Some jerking off was all I could muster in my weakened state - this was the worst flu I’d ever had - and we had several hot sessions stroking our dicks as we looked at the cock pics Eddie and Bill kept sending. Jake is versatile, but knowing my ass was off limits, he realized it was up to him to satisfy these studs, and I assured him he was more than up to the task. He couldn’t deny he was looking forward to being a little bottom slut for our new friends in their short time here. When the doorbell rang, I was laying in bed reading through the text string Eddie and I had had on the app he recommended I download so we could communicate discreetly. We’d had multiple long exchanges over the past few days, and I shared with him what I had been up to with Jake’s PrEP. We came up with a plan - Eddie and Bill were happy to help Jake and me continue on the journey we started that weekend with Alex and Andre. As I heard introductions being made in the other room, I quickly retrieved full condom from my bedside table - the only load I could muster in the past couple days I had deposited in a rubber for today’s festivities - and put it under the bed. I also laid out two unopened rubbers and Jake’s little blue pill on his nightstand. I was back under the covers by the time the door opened and Jake peeked in to see if I was awake. I closed out the last few pics Eddie had sent me - a cum-stained piece of paper with HIV test results - and smiled and invited them in. Eddie entered the room and I literally gasped - his pictures truly did not do him justice. Tall, dark, and handsome didn’t begin to describe his magnetic good looks - he was a Latin god, with a smile that made you feel like you’d just made a new friend. His husband Bill followed, no slouch in the looks department, just a different beast entirely. Jake made the introductions and they both expressed disappointment that I wasn’t feeling well. I told them I was doing OK, and was really happy they were here - Jake and I were SO looking forward to their visit. And with that, I thought we might as well get down to it - we all knew what was on the agenda, so why bother with the formalities? I threw off the covers and moved over to Eddie, giving him a nice long grope before tugging at his tight t-shirt, lifting it off over his head revealing a chiseled chest with just a light dusting of fur. I growled as I undid his jeans and struggled to slide them over his muscled bubble ass. He was wearing a pair of light blue briefs, the fabric straining to contain what he was packing. I pointed him to the bed, where he lay down and watched as I repeated the process on Bill. The husbands now lay side by side in our bed in just their undies, as I gave Jake a meaningful smile and a wink and nodded toward them. He jumped on the bed and immediately fished Bill’s cock out of his briefs, taking it into his mouth. Eddie whipped his out, and Jake reached over and started jerking him as he sucked on Bill. I grabbed my stiffening cock as I watched my boyfriend eagerly service the cocks of two strangers he barely knew. Before things progressed too far, I grabbed the pill off the nightstand and pulled Jake’s mouth off Eddie’s cock - he had been going back and forth between the two enormous bones. I held up the pill and explained the ritual to our visitors, as if I hadn’t already explained it all in my texts. “As part of our agreement to play with others, we went on PrEP and we always use condoms. Because I’m not feeling up to it, the pleasure of playing with you two is all Jake’s.” With that, he stuck out his tongue and I put the pill on it. He swallowed it down, smiled at me, mouthing the words ‘I love you so much’ before leaning in and kissing me passionately. He then went back to sucking the two huge cocks before him as I sat in the chair opposite them and started stroking. I grabbed my phone and started documenting the scene - my boyfriend in a pair of jock briefs, his ass up in the air as he alternated sucking each cock in front of him. Eddie and Bill making out, smiling for the camera, winking at me as my boyfriend serviced them. I don’t ever remember being so turned on before. After a few minutes, Eddie moved behind Jake and parted his muscular cheeks, burying his tongue in my boyfriend’s hole. Jake moaned on Bill’s cock and ground his ass back against Eddie’s face, begging him to tongue him deeper. My boyfriend was being such a slut, which made me so damn horny. Jake reached over for one of the condoms and handed it back to me. I held it up to Eddie’s mouth and watched as he tore off a corner with his teeth. I pulled it out and took my time rolling it down over his enormous cock. I smiled at him and he went back to where he’d been earlier, next to his husband on the bed. Snagging another condom, I rolled it only Bill’s cock as I suggested to Jake “I think you should take turns riding them, babe.” Smiling at my suggestion, Jake smiled as he straddled Eddie and slid down onto his cock. I had the perfect view of my boyfriend’s hole stretching as he moaned and slid down on the big brown laytex-sheathed cock. Meanwhile, I stroked Bill, smiling as Eddie bottomed out in Jake’s hole - balls deep. Jake started moving up and down, getting used to being stuffed full. After riding him for a while, he stood up and moved over to Bill, squatting over his big dick as I pointed it straight upward, guiding it into my boyfriend’s loosened hole. He slid down easily and whimpered a bit as he took it to the hilt. I gave Jake’s dick a little squeeze as I shifted up and lay next to Eddie, who reached out and started stroking my cock as we watched our partners fuck. After we enjoyed the sights for a minute or so, Eddie leaned over, whispering for my benefit “I’m gonna dump my poz nut in your boyfriend’s hole, you evil little slut.” My dick involuntarily pulsated in his fist. I looked in his eyes, winked and nodded with a smile, as he got up to move behind Jake, who was still being pummeled by Bill. I followed, and wrapped my fist around Eddie’s huge cock, still in its intact condom. While Bill pulled Jake in for a kiss, I reached down with my fingernail and pierced the tip of the rubber, then gently pulled at the hole until it was about the size of a dime. I proceeded to stroke Eddie’s cock and pull down on the condom, watching as his beautiful brown dick head pressed against the hole, stretching the latex further and further until it emerged completely, the broken rubber still wrapped around his shaft. Eddie reached down and grabbed Jake’s hips, lifting him off Bill and pulling him back toward the middle of the bed. With one hand he guided Jake’s head to Bill’s balls as his partner stroked his shaft, and with the other, he fingered Jake’s now well-used hole, first one, then two, then three. He became increasingly aggressive with his fingering, and I noticed Jake twitch and jump a few times as his bowels were being scratched and his hole stretched even more. I guided Eddie’s bare cock head to my boyfriend’s hole as he pulled his fingers out, slightly tinged in pink slime. I watched as Eddie moved his weight forward and entered Jake in one long, slow stroke until just the base of the rubber was visible around his thick shaft at his pubes. Bill stroked with one hand and held Jake’s head on his balls as he winked at Eddie and me, as Eddie began to thrust. Every time he pulled out, I could see more of the rubber had shredded around his shaft and it was mostly just bare brown cock moving in and out of Jake’s hole. That sight, and the knowledge of what we were all doing, made Eddie realize he wasn’t going to last long. I saw Jake reach back at one point and touch the base of Eddie’s cock, and feeling the condom still there, returned his attention to Bill’s balls, even licking down into his hairy crack to tongue his hole. Jake was obviously feeling really slutty and horny, as he was moaning and pushing back on Eddie, likely squeezing around that huge dong pounding his hole. Eddie started breathing increasingly heavily as I pinched his nipples and ran my fingers down his lower back to his ass, tracing the biohazard tattoo on his cheeks as he thrust harder and deeper. The tell-tale signs increased and soon Eddie was growling, “I’m gonna nut!” I pushed on his ass, encouraging him as I muttered “Do, it man, go balls deep!” Grunting and he moaned a long “Fuuuuuuck!” holding still as he shot his load into my boyfriend’s hole, giving me an approving smile as his orgasm subsided, although holding himself firmly in place. Knowing the time was short to complete the deception, I leaned down and quickly reached under the bed, grabbing the full condom which Eddie made a show of slowly pulling out as Bill held Jake in place. We both admired the sight of his bare cock with the tatters of a broken condom around it, covered in Jake’s ass juices. I pulled what was left of the rubber off and hid it under the bed as I pretended to tie off the one with my own load. I moved down and quickly licked Eddie’s cock clean of any evidence, then dropped the full condom on the bed next to Jake. He looked up from rimming Bill, and smiled at me as Eddie encouraged him to sit on Bill’s cock again. In that brief window, I gave Bill’s condom the same treatment as I had Eddie’s, and then held his mostly-bare cock straight up as Eddie guided Jake down on it. We lay back and Eddie stroked my cock as we watched his partner’s bare dick slide in and out of my boyfriend’s hole. As Bill looked over Jake’s shoulder, Eddie and I mouthed words to him like, ‘Bareback him’ and ‘Seed his hole’. Our encouragements, in addition to the knowledge of what had just happened aided in pushing Bill over the edge. Pressing down on Jake’s hips, he helding his cock balls deep in Jake’s hole as rope after rope shot deep in my boyfriend’s guts. Jake leaned back, holding Bill inside him as he jerked off. I hopped up and stood next to them on the bed, my cock aiming at Jake’s face. We looked in each other’s eyes as we both stroked. I told him, “Babe, you were so slutty tonight, it turned me on so much. I just wanna shoot this load all over your whore face.” I never talk to him like that, but something about the moment made us both lose control and we exploded cum everywhere - him all over Bill’s chest and belly, me all over his sweet slutty face. After we came down from that high, Jake gently slid himself up and off Bill’s cock. As he reached down to take care of the rubber, he saw the state it was in. Reaching back, he felt his hole, which of course was dripping with cum. “Oh fuck, the condom broke!” All three of us chimed in with an ‘Oh fuck’ of his own, although I noticed, curiously, when I made my exclamation, my cock released one last spurt of cum. “What am I gonna do?” asked Jake.

I could not believe what I was seeing. My boyfriend was stripped naked on a mattress surrounded by six guys with cameras, and next to him was a POZ guy with a massive dripping cock. Our frat boy host whispered in my ear, “You okay with this?” I just nodded, certain that my boyfriend would get off on simulated sex with Tom and that I would get to fuck the hell out of him when we got home. I heard one of the guys taking photos to a friend, “Whoah! This is crazy. Think we'll get to shoot a conversion tonight?” Bobby was holding Tom's throbbing cock to his mouth. He looked at me for approval. I nodded, thinking I was letting him know I was ok with him just holding it. As soon as I nodded, Bobby opened his jaw wider and lowered his mouth onto Tom's slimy POZ cock. He managed to swallow it practically to his hairy balls. I figured it was ok for him to just blow this guy. I had read somewhere that it's hard to get POZZED just from a blowjob. The rest of the photographers were close as my boy swallowed down Tom's cock and slurped down his juices. Tom had his hands wrapped around Bobby's head, controlling him. He smiled at me and said, “Hey man. Thanks for this. We'll only take this as far as YOU want, ok?” I nodded again. Somehow I trusted him. I looked up, still nodding as I saw the frat boy host unbuckling his shorts. He must have thought I was nodding at him. He gave me a thumbs up as he shucked his underwear and freed his cock. I remembered what he had told me that sometimes orgies happened, but only when everyone was comfortable with it... For the meantime, the rest of the guys were still clothed, and snapping away. Bobby pulled off of Tom's cock and gave him a huge sloppy kiss. I could see Tom's shiny toxic precum all over Bobby's face and chin. Tom threw him back onto his shoulders and went to work on his cock, swallowing it to the root in one gulp. Bobby's eyes were closed and he threw his head back with a moan. Our frat boy host positioned his balls over Bobby's mouth and lowered them. He looked up at me and grinned. I was stupefied, frozen with lust, fear, and jealousy, as Bobby started slurping on his low hangers, his own cock disappearing down Tom's throat. Tom flipped Bobby over onto his hands and knees and started working his hole. Bobby was supporting himself with his hands as the frat boy slid his slimy cock in and out of my boyfriend's mouth. Tom started by spreading Bobby's asscheeks apart and then working in a finger or two. I wanted to make sure he wasn't tearing up Bobby's hole so I leaned in close and took a few photos. I asked Tom, “You're not going to fuck him, are you?” “Naw man. Not unless he asks me to...” Whew... “Hey guys,” Tom asked, “does someone want to bring me the toys? Maybe I can take care of his hole without POZZING him...” Bobby groaned something, but since his mouth was full of the frat boy's thick cock, no one understood it. Someone handed Tom a leather doctor's bag full of dildos. He started to wipe his precum all over one of them to lube it up, and I shook my head no. He frowned and got a bottle of KY out and squirted it all over Bobby's ass. He worked a 4” butt plug into Bobby's ass, and then a 6”, and an 8”. I had never seen his hole so opened-up. The frat boy groaned, “I'm gonna blow! I'm NEG. Can I cum in him?!?” I nodded, thinking he was going to cum in Bobby's mouth, but instead, he spun Bobby around, pulled out the 8” dildo, and slid into his bare hole. He thrusted all the way in as Bobby thrashed in a mix of pain and pleasure. “Yeah, slut. Take my cum!!!” His hips slammed against my boyfriend's ass over and over as he emptied his load into Bobby's guts. He pulled out slowly as the guys kept clicking their cameras. My boy laid down with his ass hanging over the edge of the mattress and spread his cheeks. The frat boy's load was dripping out. Tom hopped up saying, “Hey guys! I can pose like it's my load dripping out! It would look just like he's been POZZED!!!” He lined up his cock against Bobby's cummy ass and jerked it a bit. The guys were practically salivating as they snapped away. With so much lube on his ass from the dildo fucking and the frat boy's load, it was easy for Tom to slide his raw POZ dick up and down Bobby's crack. Bobby was squirming all over, trying to turn his head around to see this POZ cock teasing his hole. Tom started jerking his cock, lining it up with Bobby's asshole. He grinned at me, “How about just the head, man? Help a bro out. Promise I won't cum in him... And it will make for some super hot pics” I nodded, unbelievably turned on as my stomach tied itself into knots. Tom grabbed his dick and worked it deeper into the crack, thrusting his hips back and forwards. It really did look like they were fucking. He worked the tip of his mushroom head between Bobby's jiggling cheeks as Bobby pushed back against him. I'm sure the head popped in a few times. It took a lot of self-restraint for him to not just sink it in, and from the way Bobby was squealing, I am sure he would not have stopped him. My mouth had gone dry and the only sounds I could hear were the clicking of the cameras and the sweaty sound of skin on skin as Tom sunk the tip of his POZ cock into my boy's bare ass. Bobby turned his head over to me, his eyes darting to Tom's. “How about just a few inches. Not fucking or anything, just so we can get some stills where it looks like he's pounding my hole. Maybe Tom can pose so it looks like he's even breeding me!” Again, I nodded. Tom sunk his horse cock very slowly into my boyfriend. He threw his head back. He was shaking a little and I could tell he was trying so hard not to fuck Bobby's brains out. “I gotta pull out man. It's been so long since a guy let me fuck him. I'm gonna shoot!” With that, Bobby pushed back against Tom's groin and fucked himself on Tom's dick a few times and then lunged forward as he shot his own load, without even touching his cock. Tom grabbed his tool and jerked it a few times, sending volley after volley of molten cum across my boy's back and ass. Bobby spread his cheeks wide as Tom kept cumming and cumming. His winking asshole must have caught a few droplets, and the guys crowded in to get close-ups. Bobby's fingers spread his ass wide as Tom's toxic load seeped down his cheeks and closer and closer to his ass. He wooshed his fingers around in the toxic puddle around his hole getting them slick with poison. Then, he sunk his cummy fingers into his ass, holding still as the guys kept their cameras clicking. I was so dizzy I felt like I was about to pass out. Bobby rolled over onto his back and kept working his cummy fingers and out of his stretched-out hole as I fainted. To be continued...