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Today is Breeding Zone’s 15th birthday! I just want to thank all of you for keeping it going with your posts 👍

Eight Slightly watered with the usual Gatorade and all of us abandoning any attempt to eat as we were still in the ‘it all tastes like cardboard’ phase, Dan, Roddie and I, still high but no longer flying, were discussing what to do with the four rabid bitches at our feet to get them degraded and used some more. They were all trying to be very good and sit with their leashes in their mouths (we’d found a fourth one for Shawn), but the effects of the sleaze and the Tina were clearly showing. They kept wiggling and Roddie was amusing himself by kicking the balls of any boy caught doing anything other than keeping still. I swear to God, some of them were wriggling deliberately so they could get booted. Shawn even held his balls up so that Roddie could aim better, nasty little cunt. “I think we should stick them on a street corner” slut moved, kick and a small cry “and see how many loads they can take each. Winner gets a prize” Number one and two almost went to get the door handle at this, so they got a hard boot each and fell down with tears in their eyes. Still not sure if that was pain or happiness. “We could do the same, but with a sex club or a bathhouse” (kick to slut), “but it’s a pisser if you get caught in there and they throw you out” “True but advertising a gangbang here is hard work” (Shawn wiggled as he seems to love the idea of an even bigger Shawn-vs-Entire Male Populace of City style gangbang, but a savage kick from his lover stopped him dead. There was a grunt, then he lay on his back and wriggled some more, so he had three big stomps on his balls. For fuck’s sake.) “Get up you dumb cunt and sit nicely or I’ll break your nose” (Shawn shudders at this and climbs back up but one practically begs for it and slut’s considering it you can tell) “I know what we could do. Tony owes three of us a favour and the club will still be in full swing. It doesn’t even close until 9 this morning” “Good idea. He won’t throw us out, if nothing else I supply half the club as well as him, and my slut and your cock Dan definitely got him some drinks sold”. With that, we’re back in the car and off to the club. We dressed the boys demurely of course – collars and leads on, all four of them in pup hoods, jockstraps, boots and nothing else. The three of us are in muscle harnesses for Dan and I but with leather jeans and boots; but Roddie obviously didn’t have a harness with him, so he’s borrowed one from Dan which is a little small, but that’s just making his tits look even bigger. He’s also in a jock and boots; turns out he’s actually vers but tends to go top when flying and it has to be said, that muscle butt in a jock makes me want to bury my tongue in him. Tony met us at the door. “I’d ask if you’re high but it’s probably pointless and I’m definitely not searching that bag. Just do me a favour, try not to die or get me closed down. Oh, and I’ll need my usual bribe….” I laugh and snog him deeply, and at the same time palm a big bag of coke into his pocket. “You’re so fucking cheap. Can we use your office to slam up?” “Yeah of course. Come on up” With that exchange over, all eight of us walk through the club, which is still going strong – guys fucking on the dance floor, fucking on the bar, fucking on the stage and coming and going from the dark maze at the back - and we climb the stairs to his office. Tony notices the bulge in the pants of the three tops (we did another pile of V and Cialis before we came out – appearances, you know) and invites us to ‘whip them out gents, no point being shy in here’ as he wanted to see for his personal pleasure. He had let us in high, with a bag full of drugs and let us use an office to slam in, so with that, the three of us pull out our cocks and start to wank them hard. Doesn’t take long, but you can tell Tony wants something more. “Out with it Tony, what’s the issue?” “I want to change the terms. For me to let you stay, I want to do a line off each” Well, far be it from me not to be a gentleman, I offered him my cock to spread a nice line out on. He reached into his desk and pulled out his vintage snorter and snorts a nice fat line off my cock. He then reaches over and sucks gently to clean it all off and moves on to Dan. Dan’s massive piece of meat necessitated a pretty big line, but Tony managed all in one snort like the drug fucked whore he is, and again, cleaned the cock off. Finally, Roddie – slightly smaller, but hard as a rock and fat, so Tony decided to do two shorter lines as they’d both fit side by side. He began to clean his cock gently, but Roddie decided he wanted it properly and so he grabbed his face and fucked him so hard he choked. Tony grinned, stood up, said “Fuck but coke always tastes better straight off a cock. Enjoy your night gents” and left us alone. Dan, once more, took control. “Boys, I want to see you take more cock tonight. You are free to do whatever you want in here, but you may not fuck anyone, and you may not cum. We will judge the winner in here at the end of the night by eating your asses; the wettest and most cum filled pussy is the winner, and the winner gets a prize” The four boys’ eyes bulged out of their heads at the thought of that. Mine did too. What kind of prize what he thinking of? Candy?? “You are not sober now but you will be flying when you are in the club. Slut, draw rigs. You will each have another 0.3 unless you tell me now you can’t stand that” Strangely, no boy ever seems to refuse to fly with free meth. In no time at all, the kettle was boiled, the water put into the rigs, the meth dissolved and the boys lined up. Dan, master of the art, positioned his rigs into the arms of both of his boys, I did my slut, and Roddie did his Shawn. “On three gents. One two three!” On the mark of three, all of us registered and depressed the plungers, and the tourniquets came off at almost the same time. Along the line of depraved little whores in front of us, a massive round of coughing ensued, with number one and two moaning and grunting and fisting themselves, slut and Shawn filling the air with the usual diatribe of ‘fuck me daddy’. Shawn and slut suddenly threw themselves at each other and began to try to crawl over each other’s bodies to eat each other out, and one and two decided to join in by starting to fist each other. This causes one to piss liberally everywhere which his slave brothers immediately sucked up and drank, but then Shawn and slut decided to start to fist one and two by flipping them onto their shoulders and driving in from standing. This went on for some minutes with the three of us watching and wanking, until Dan booted them apart. “Go make us proud boys. Try to get the whole club in your cunts” All four boys grinned and bolted from the room, their meth fuelled lust for dick overriding any sense of decorum they may have had. For a moment, I pitied the poor guys in the club. Dan, Roddie and I looked at each other, our meat very hard from the boy’s performances. It was a nice sight, three big muscle tops harnessed and booted, two of us in jeans and big bull dicks swaying and begging to be worshipped. It felt like a very testosterone laden scene. I decided to harness the testosterone, and I pulled them both in and kissed them both. “Well gents, are we staying sober (ish) or are we joining our boys whilst we wait for them to come back?” said Dan. Fuck sober. I don’t do sober. I haven’t really been sober for ten fucking years. So I said simply “Stuff is still on the house and I’m enjoying myself. What do you want? I’m going another 0.3 myself. Dan?” “0.5 I think, I’ve only been on the smokes. Roddie?” Roddie was licking his lips and looked uncertain. “It’s not compulsory officer – you do you” “That’s not it. I’m just debating the night ahead. Slams can get rid of my cock, and I’m feeling a lot more vers now that I’m in the club” “Only you know that. So what’s it to be – nothing, slamming?” “Nice big booty bump I think. 0.7, I might wanna sub for a while when I get out there and a bump just makes my butt crave things up it in a way that a slam never really does” I walked over to the boiled water with my bag and drew up. “Roddie as you’re not slamming, here’s yours. May as well get started” Roddie took the needless syringe and without further ado slipped it up his arse and pushed in the liquid. Empty syringe came out, but of course no cough or anything. It’s the problem with the bumps – strong, but you have a weird five-minute wait. “Whilst you’re still sober ish Roddie, tie off Master Daniel and me, and shoot” Roddie grinned, grabbed a tourniquet and moved towards me. “Wait – Dan, how do you feel about blasting together?” “I can’t slam myself” “So, Roddie slam Dan; I can do me” With that, the rigs were moved over to my hand, Roddie tied off Dan and found the register. In the meantime, I did much the same to my own arm, a little slower but I have big old veins so it’s pretty easy. When we were both ready, Roddie pushes in his pin to Dan, and I did mine to myself. Almost in unison, tourniquets came off and the sound of coughing hit the room. I started tweaking my tits, which causes my arms to flex, and Dan puts his arms back over his head, flexing his chest and abs. This little floor show from the big boys is something Roddie is appreciative of as he likes a big, muscled guy and Dan starts up with the Master Daniel role again. Roddie, responding to the fuck ton of testosterone in the room, and the fuck ton of meth up his cunt, which is now clearly working in him as he’s beginning to spout verbal crap from his mouth, says: “I’m rushing boys, so I’m heading into the club to get me some dick. Catch you later?” No. Dan moves to block the door and I step closer to the beautiful Latino officer. “I’m rushing too you prick teasing cunt” “So am I” I chip in. “So you’re going nowhere until the real men in the room are satisfied” “Don’t think you can get away with interrupting our party, prick teasing with that muscled bubble butt in that jock and boots and then leaving us unsatisfied. You’re a big guy, but there are two of us and we’re not fucking small” Roddie looks at the two muscle gods in front of him and looks (very unsubtly) down at the monster meat he’s just been basically ordered to ride. You can literally see the thoughts in his head as to which one he wants in him first! “Erm…” With that, Dan and I grab an arm each, spin him around and throw him forcibly face down over Tony’s desk. Dan holds him down on the desk by the back of his neck and pins his arms behind his back with the other hand. I wander over to his slowly, my massive dick swinging between my legs. I stop with it just a centimetre from the cop’s lips. Enough for him to scent the precum, but not enough for him to lick without needing to strain to show me he wants it. “Can you see that, you blind cunt?” “Yes, er, Sir” “Can you smell that, you dumb bitch?” “Yes Sir” “Now tell me you want to go and get fucked downstairs by an average guy, with a small dick you worthless piece of human garbage” “I don’t Sir” Dan chips in “Can you feel the cock between your ass cheeks loser?” “Yes Master Daniel” “And you don’t want to stay here and play with us? A shame!” Dan suddenly lets go of Slave Roddie. “Get up and fuck off then” Roddie makes a sudden move – he’s high, all his moves are sudden – to try to grab my dick with his mouth. I step backwards, and he’s stymied by the desk in the way of him and the cock. “No bitch. Master Dan clearly told you to fuck off. You made it clear you wanted other cocks. I haven’t heard anything to the contrary, so off you go. Go ride the less well hung, less muscled, uglier men” There was a silence in which Roddie was clearly debating something in his meth addled brain, but the urge for big muscle dick clearly won out. He stood up and adopted a very submissive stance with his hands behind his head. “Please Boss. I want your dick in me. I need to taste your massive dick in my mouth. I want to be a good boy Master Dan. Please can you forgive me? Please… please fuck me?” “Hard?” “As hard as you can. I want to be screaming in pleasure Sir, and you’ve got the cock to do it” It was enough for us. A good ol’ begging from a vers Top now flipped to a vers Slave is always hot to watch and it always makes my dick twitch. Master Dan rammed his fist into his stomach, and to his credit, the slave barely flinched, but he did sink to his knees. I came around the desk, grabbed a fistful of his hair and yanked him onto my boots. “Make them shine cunt” “Yes Sir Boss!” Master Dan went behind him. “Get that ass in the air pig, I want to be able to see the inside of your cunt” Slave Roddie used both of his hands to pry open his ass cheeks and still managed to balance to keep on wetting my boots. Impressive! “Decent cunt this” And with a single loogie of spit, Dan plunged his massive cock into the bitch’s hole. He howled with a combination of pain and pleasure, taking the huge dick to the base. He began to reposition himself, but Dan was having none of that and shoved a big boot on his head to keep him on the floor and licking at my boots. For a while, nothing mattered and nothing happened in the room other than slurping noises, Dan’s grunting and moaning, and my frustration at being left to wank but not wanting to break the rhythm. I kicked him in the side of the head to make him change boots – very hard, he howled and yelled “Thank you BOSS!” like a cadet. “Hey Dan… I think your boots are looking a bit gross. Mine are shining now” “Good point” Dan grabbed the bitch’s head and used the might of his whole body to literally flip the cunt over onto his back, then over twirled him around until he was on his back next to Dan’s feet. Dan grabbed his ankles and yanked them back, presenting me with a cavernous cunt which needed a fucking. I know where Tony keeps his lube though and so I decided on one better. I lubed up my hands, and Dan laughed a maniacal laugh to understand what was going on. Slave bitch had a boot shoved on his face. “Lick the sole of this boot” commanded Dan. It must have been disgusting. He’d been wearing them for hours, walked through the streets, walked through the sex club. I think he’d even had those boots on when he was on stage. Slave Bitch shuddered but stuck his tongue out and obeyed. I need not have worried about the cunt taking my large fist however. It immediately swallowed four fingers and with only a very minimal warm up, I slipped in the thumb. The bitch moaned so loudly I swear they must have heard him downstairs but as soon as I was in he was bucking his hips and trying to swallow my arm. Up to the shoulder, over my head and down the fucking other one! I do love a greedy fist pig. In no time at all, I was over the wrist and punching his guts out, but it wasn’t enough for the rushing hungry cunt on the floor. He pushed his hole deeper and deeper onto my arm, grunting and groaning and letting lube pool up between his knees. I kept my arm wet and in no time the bitch was sliding further and further down my arm. Dan swapped boots, making sure to kick the cunt in the head whilst he changed over. Slave bitch grunted and I felt the blow as he contracted over my forearm, but then he was back bucking and moaning and riding my arm deeper and deeper. I added a second four fingers to the mix, but couldn’t get the thumb in again to stretch it out completely, but given we’ve been going ten minutes at this point, I was actually still slightly shell shocked. In a few more minutes, bitch had taken me to the elbow. Talented Cunt! Dan was clearly loving it and wanking himself furiously. He kicked the cunt in the head once more and moved down to me. I was about to pull out to let him in to the boy’s butt, but he shook his head and with a very guttural roar, Dan shot his enormous load right over my hands. I immediately of course fisted the load into the cunt in front of me, but the sight of the busted, cum and lube filled cunt on the ‘top’ in front of me was almost more than I could bear. I flipped the pig over onto its knees, stuck my cock in him and a few minutes later, I’d shot my load too. Slave boy role done, we had Roddie the Top back to us again. He was pawing at the cum in his cunt – who doesn’t – but he decided he wanted to leave it in there as the ‘prize’ we would offer the sluts. By now, it had been three hours. Where the fuck where they?

I refuse to use a condom. If that means the other person decides to leave, fine. It’s unnatural, feels awful, and it robs you of the spontaneity of the moment, not to mention the load of semen given or received. Raw is law!!

Many happy returns BZ. May I say how interesting and informative I find many of the posts on thus site. Also, as a poz bottom slut who loves raw sex and internal cumloads in my hole, that noone is ever judgemental. Mind you, compared to some, I'm an angel! Onwards and upwards BZ

My name is Zip. I know, I know. It’s a funny name to have. Anyway, I volunteer once a month in the AIDS ward at St. Theresa’s Hospital. I help out, doing what I can. As we got to know each other the men and I became more comfortable around each other. They seemed to like having me around. The patient with whom I got along best was named Mickey. He had a sly sense of humor and could always make me laugh. It turned out we were both baseball fanatics as well. Mickey had been a pretty handsome fellow back in the day. It was kind of sad to see the effects of the virus as it increased its hold on him. He’d started losing weight, his cheeks were sort of hollow and his butt cheeks were getting flabby. He managed to take it all with his typical good spirits. One day I was helping Mickey out of the shower as I often did. “Here, let me help you,” I said as I dried his back. As I walked around to the front I was kind of surprised to see that he had an erection…a real stiff one by the looks of it. I dried his chest and his legs. I was on my knees at this point and I finished off by rubbing the towel all around his bobbing hard-on. That seemed to really excite him even more. I don’t know why exactly but I hesitantly reached out and wrapped my hand around his hard cock. He emitted a short grunt, which told me that he liked what my fingers were doing. I figured, if the poor guy enjoyed it, why not give him a hand job? So I got to my feet, sat on the bench facing him and began to stroke gently up and down his shaft. God only knows how long he had been confined to the ward, but I reasoned it had probably been quite a while since he had had sex of any sort, so would be the harm to giving him a simple hand job, after all? Soon, Mickey started making this growling noise so he must have been pleased with my efforts. I certainly wasn’t expecting it when, all of a sudden, he leaned towards me, placed his hands on my shoulders and firmly pushed me down so that I was lying on my back on the bench. His hands moved down a bit and started to unbutton my shirt. I tried to sit up and said, “Mickey, what are you doing?” He looked at me calmly and pushed me back down again. “Ssshhh!” he said in a low voice as he finished undoing my shirt. The shirt fell open, baring my chest. The look in Mickey’s eyes got a little harder and he reached out and gently started to work both of my nipples. I think at that point my sex drive must have come to life because I was instantly aware of how good it felt as his fingers continued to pinch and twist my nips. I was surprised to hear myself let out a long sigh of satisfaction. What was going on? This should NOT be happening. Mickey splayed his left hand his left hand on my chest, effectively holding me down on the bench. His right hand lazily drifted down to my belt and casually began to undo the buckle. “Mickey!” I said. He cut me off, saying, “Keep it down! No one’s going to know we’re here unless you make a fuss.” He gazed at me. “You’re not going to make a fuss now, are you?” When I remained silent he said, “That’s better, let’s just relax and take our time, shall we?” His hand returned to my pants, unbuckling the belt, popping the button on my jeans and smoothly sliding the zipper down. Against my better judgment I was getting turned on by all this. Mickey noticed the swelling in my pants and slid his hand down the front of my jeans and cupped the bulge that had appeared in my tighty-whities. “That’s nice,” he cooed. “Real nice! This is too good to pass up. I want you to hold it right there and don’t move a muscle! I’ll be right back!” With that, he wrapped his towel around his waist and quickly left the shower room. Less than a minute later he came back in, closing the door most of the way but leaving it slightly ajar. He grinned at me as his towel dropped to the floor. Returning to my side, he loomed over me, with his cock kind of wagging back and forth as he moved. I thought I could see a small drop of pre-cum at the tip of his glans. His eyes gleamed as he held up his hands. In the right he had a condom packet and his left hand held a small object…unmistakably a bottle of poppers. When I spied the condom wrapper, the thoughts that were spinning in my head slowed down a bit. It was a relief to see that safety protocols were being observed. “I had these in a drawer…souvenirs of days gone by I guess,” he said sheepishly. With that he tossed the rubber onto my stomach. Next, he uncapped the bottle. “Here,” he said, “see if it’s still ok.” He bent down and held it under my nose. I inhaled deeply a couple of times and instantly felt that familiar feeling wash through my body. “Wow! It’s still pretty strong,” I said as I floated off into la-la land. When I returned to earth, I found that my pants and briefs had been removed. Mickey had my feet propped up on his chest and he was pulling off my white socks. “Welcome back!” he chortled. He surprised me by first kissing both of my feet and then sensuously licking each one. He put my legs back down on the bench and picked up the condom packet. I asked myself, 'Am I really ready to let this guy fuck me, even with a condom? Mickey’s a real nice guy and all but…I mean…he’s got AIDS!' Oblivious to my internal turmoil, Mickey tore open the wrapper and then said, “Here!” as he shoved the bottle back under my nostrils. I began to fade out again. The last thing I remember hearing was a voice saying, “Damn! This condom is way out of date. I guess we’ll have to bareback.” When my attention returned, Mickey was already inside me, smoothly sliding in and out. “Did I hear you say something about barebacking?” I asked in a tight voice. “Yeah,” he said, “the rubber was no good but it was kind of late to put the brakes on. This is much hotter anyway, don’t you think?” I was utterly speechless which I guess he interpreted as consent on my part. He smiled and bent his face down to mine and began to passionately kiss me, nibbling and nipping my lips. So confused was I that even as I tried to squawk a protest through our locked lips I found my body responding to what Mickey was doing. Our tongues started dancing together and my whole being began to synch up with the steady rhythm of his fucking. “Mmmmmm! Mmmmmm!” was the only sound I was capable of making at this point. I knew that this was ridiculously unsafe. Here I was, in a hospital ward, having unprotected anal intercourse with an AIDS patient. But as the sexual heat began to cloud my judgment it all started to seem not so important after all. Soon, physical pleasure was all that mattered. After a long, long period of steady thrusting, Mickey began to pick up his pace. His breathing was becoming ragged. My toes flexed and curled as his body transmitted its increasing excitement. I was at the point of wishing that this would never end when Mickey groaned loudly and his frame started to shudder. All of a sudden he bucked against my ass. Once!…twice!... three, four five times he pushed into me, shuddering again at the end! That, in turn, set me off. My whole body spasmed repeatedly as volley after volley of my seed shot across my stomach and chest. I clenched my sphincter ecstatically, wanting to freeze time and savor the moment. We both lay there panting, exhausted from our frantic climax. I heard a voice mutter, “That was so fuckin’ HOT!” With a start, I realized that Mickey was not the one speaking! With Mickey still collapsed on top of me I couldn’t get up but I twisted my head around to see who had spoken. I can’t say who it was for sure because, not one, but all five of the other patients on the ward were clustered in the open doorway. At this point Mickey finally got up off me and there were audible gasps. “Holy Shit! You guys fucked bareback? Zip! What were you thinking, letting Mickey breed you with his infected cum?” That’s when reality came crashing back into my head. Yes, I had let Mickey fuck his AIDS into me, filling me with gobs and gobs of his toxic sperm. To make it worse, while he was planting his dirty seed deep within me, my legs had been wrapped around his waist while I feverishly licked and moaned into his ear. Guiltily, I knew that by the time he blew his poisoned load deep within me, I had desperately wanted…no, needed him to defile my negative ass. Of course that’s about the time that the other guys figured the same thing out: that I had ultimately been more than willing to receive Mickey’s gift! Now I was eager for not just one man, but many men to blast their virus-laden cum into my willing holes. It may not have happened yet, but it was assured that I would soon be told that I, too, was HIV positive. Maybe one day I might even take up residence in this very AIDS ward. But, for now, all that was in the future. Now, I had other things to worry about. From the look in their eyes I could tell that one important fact had finally dawned on them: if one of their number was free to breed me bareback, then it was only fair that all of them had the right to bend me over a gurney and fuck me full of their tainted sperm any time they felt the primal urge. And when the day came that I became infected with their disease, they would send me out into the world to pass the virus on to others. Until then, I will remain Zip and be used regularly every month as their own private AIDS dump! I may even start coming twice a month! It’s the least that I can do to put some Zip into their lives!

Three “It’s me” Tony Moretti, purveyor of finest trashy sex clubs – the kind that see slings for fisting and a piss room as a beginner option - and one of my best friends. “Tony I’m kind of busy – I’m balls deep in the slut” “Say Hi from me. Listen, the act for tonight has dropped out and a need a fairly limitless cunt who doesn’t mind being banged on stage to step into the breach. Is he free” “Yeah, he’s got a few loads churning about in him and he’s high as a kite, but if you don’t mind that, then he’s free” “Deal – see you in ten minutes?” “Deal” I pulled out causing slut to voice his feeling on this matter in most unpolite language. “Get dressed, I’ve sold your ass to a sex club for the night” “Yes Boss. I like sex clubs” No shit. Trying to keep him on the stage and not dick surfing the crowd is usually the challenge. I found him a nice ‘n’ nasty little jockstrap to wear, his dog collar and a lead. That should fit the ambience. Oh, and some decent 20-hole rangers with red socks to finish off the look. I thought I’d better get into the spirit too, so I pulled on some leather jeans, my harness and boots, and tweaked out my tits so they bounced – big muscle Daddy. I couldn’t be bothered to find the rest of his clothes though, so we ran out to the car, drove ten minutes and then walked pretty much butt naked into the club. A couple of guys groped him the queue, and a couple stuck a finger up his ass which he tried to respond to, but I yanked on his lead and pulled him off and into the club. Quite a few of the crowd were murmuring appreciatively about my tits too – and I like the compliment. “Thank fuck you’re here. Daniel, this is the slut you’re working with tonight. If he looks high it’s because he is. He probably has a limit somewhere but we haven’t found it yet”. “Hi. So I’m going to go on to the stage and start getting my dick hard with the help of the audience” – who were very loudly getting restless – “and then you come on and act surprised when you find my cock. Suck it, I’ll mount you, and we’ll take it from there” “I think I can do that. Can I get loosened up first? I hope your cock is massive Daniel” “It is slut boy. That’s why I’m in porn” Daniel walked onto stage to a chorus of cheers and whooping. My little slut was left with me for a moment. “I think I’d better be nice and open for him Daddy” Daniel and the show couldn’t wait however, so I shoved the slut onto the stage; he began to do what all tweaked up cock hounds do when confronted with a giant cock – went to his knees and began to suck. I settled back to watch my slut perform – and what a performance he gave. Within a few minutes, Daniel had flipped him onto his back and drove his cock into him with the tiniest bit of spit. My boy howled with pleasure at the size of the cock penetrating him – it really was a cock built for porn. Slut was getting banged on his back, then riding him cowboy… Tony came up beside me with a small bag of coke. “Want some? It’s been a hell of a day” I never say no to a friend, but with one thing and another I’d been horny for hours and still hadn’t blown a load. And I was dressed the part, and in a sex club. “Tony, we can, but we need to have it in the usual way” Tony grinned from ear to ear. “Yes Sir!” He knelt down and plastered his lips around my cock, sucking delicately and then harder until my cock was stiff and massive in his mouth. He pulled up for air and grabbed his baggy – spreading a thick line over my thick cock. He proceeded to snort the lot. I grabbed the baggy and snorted a thumb bump myself. I love feeling, but Tony wanted the bag back for another cock line. This time however, he wanted it fucked into him. I’m happy to oblige – as well as being a mate, Tony has a pretty muscled butt and I have enjoyed plowing it for many, many years. As we began to fuck, I turned to the stage. To my surprise and delight, my slut had got a guy up onto the stage from the audience and was using his massive dick to add to Daniel’s massive dick to ride them both cowboy as a DP. What a fantastic slut he is. I swear I could see the jizz from earlier running down the two top’s cocks. In the meantime, Tony has got down on all fours and I’m on top screwing harder and faster, feeling the urge to cum starting to well up inside me. Tony, being a rancid little cunt, snorts another line straight off the floor. This is disgusting – fuck only knows how much stale cum went up his nose with the coke – and I love nasty, so I get turned on enough to feel my balls beginning to pulse. I roar out loud and fill Tony up, just as it turns out my slut is getting filled up by both guys on the stage. Tony gets up to kiss me but I’m transfixed by my slut – he’s now making the stage guy eat his own cum back out of his butt. The audience went mental, hollering and whooping, my slut takes his bow, spreads his cheeks and Daniel and him come off the stage. Back to fucking for the audience. Tony is busy slurping his butt juices off my cock and I feel another tongue joining him. Slut wants some too. I’m very happy with this arrangement but my kid is looking a little too sober for my liking. Daniel suddenly appears and puts an arm around my shoulders and tweaks my tits. “You look hot in that harness – you guys ever do porn together” “Not yet. Why, you think we should?” “Definitely. He’s a bit on the skinny side though, but you’d make a great top” Something to think on I think, but in the meantime, my dick is starting to grow again as the boys ministrations start to take effect. “You ever use Daniel?” He laughed. “Only when it’s not a work night – and I’m off for the night now” “Well, I have two boys on my dick and all three of us are slightly buzzing. Want to join us?” “Back to my place?” “Sure” Tony we needed to part ways with as he had a club to run – I’ll fuck him again another time – but I’m in the mood for a bigger group. “Daniel, we need another slut I think” “There’s a couple waiting for me back home”

Two “Yes Sir, please Sir, more Sir, don’t stop I need your seed, please Sir” The cries of slut as I came in him for the third time. “Eat it out of your cunt slut” “Yes Daddy” Slut proceeded to start to finger the cum out of his cunt and lick it off his fingers. It’s pretty vile, but I get off on it. More importantly, the guy in the corner who had paid a good sum to watch slut get fucked by me liked to see it. Slut winked at him whilst he was slurping away and the guy started wanking furiously to see it. My slut has a very seductive wink and a very pretty face. He came to live with me about a week after our encounter in the park. We were going to take things slow, it was obvious we had chemistry, but in that week every time we saw each other we’d end up goading each other, harder, faster, stronger and steadily more depraved sex. It became obvious to me that the little slut was a junky and it also became obvious to me that I could find ways to fund the habit. Plus, have a lot of fun doing it. “The slut will take your load as well for another hundred if you want him to. Isn’t that right slut?” “Yes Daddy. I like loads” I mean, he and I both knew he’d take it for free, as the boy lived to be no loads refused. Practically defined the term. But the guy in the hotseat didn’t know that. He mumbled something to me “What, sorry, I didn’t catch that?” “I only screw whores when they’re high” Oh dear, oh no, how awful, how would my utterly depraved junky tweaker slut cope with such a demand? Sometimes these things are just too easy. “Then it’s five hundred” “I want to slam him” “Six hundred” “Done” The first time I slammed up slut I had been cautious and asked him how much he wanted. He said “dealer’s choice, Daddy” by which he meant I was to choose. Three months in, I no longer even bother to ask him. He loves to be controlled and made to feel like a meth bitch. I handed the guy a pin. “Be careful, this is a 0.6; he’ll end up flying off the charts” The guy put down his leaking cock and took the pin. “Fuck me, I like this whore” “Cash first” Believe it or not, I have ApplePay. So a quick phone tap later and the tourniquet went on. Slut lets out a little whimper. He does it every single time when the smell of the alcohol pad hits him and it’s so sweet my heart flutters but I’m playing big bad dom not soppy lovebird so I try to keep a straight face and not lean in a snog his face off. Bit of an effort. The guys manages to find the register first go, the flash occurs, the fluid disappears in slowly. He’s clearly savouring this. It’s a slam moron, not a dribble. But then we’re done, the tourniquet is snapped off and the slut heaves up his lungs and begins to let out the most amazing cough. “Oh fuck. Daddy fuck me, this is strong please I need a cock in me, please oh Christ” and so on and so on. He’s doing this whilst pawing at his jizz-filled butt and sucking up the cum from earlier. The guy who’s buying looks at me and I say “Get in there man, the slut needs his holes filling” “Thanks” “Don’t thank me, thank the slut” “Thanks, slut” “I NEED A COCK, FFS, I NEED A MAN IN ME RIGHT NOW” The guy whose name we never found out jumped onto the bed and pulled the slut towards him slowly, clearly trying to savour the moment. I could have told him for free that slow wasn’t going to work when my slut was rushing. The look of surprise almost made me laugh out loud when slut jumped up, knocked him on his back and started to ride him cowboy, literally milking the seed out of the guy’s dick with his rabid hole. Slut was panting now like a bitch in heat and he gets nothing but verbal trash coming out of his mouth when he rushes, so we both had to endure him asking for cock, more cock, harder cock etc whilst the guy was fucking him. Soon, the guy came with a sudden shudder and the slut climbed off, kissed him hard, rolled onto his back and began to scoop the cum out of his cunt. He offered me a taste of course, but I declined. The guy cleaned himself up and clearly embarrassed a little, went out the door. I told him to get back in touch if he wanted to go again. However, fifteen minutes of fucking versus the duration of a slam don’t quite have the same timeframe and my slut was rushing hard off a 0.6 – he had what I call his ‘Stan doesn’t have a patch on me’ smile on his face – a sort of demand for more cock, more cum, more fists and more and more and more… I am always happy to oblige. My cock went up again and in it went, churning my previous loads and the guys loads into my little slut. I put my hands in my favourite fucking place – around his neck with the little bit of threat that comes with that – and began to bang, cum flying out of slut’s butthole and soaking my dick and balls. I was starting to get nice and wet with the other guy’s cum and my earlier loads, casually smacking the bitch around the face and in the chest, making him grunt and groan and goad me into harder and deeper fucking. Then the phone rang

One I don’t think I ever did get to know his name. He became known as slut to me very early on in the relationship that we built together. To be fair to me, I’d be extremely surprised if he knew my name either. He always seemed to call me Boss or Daddy. It’s a little unfair to be honest. I’m only just 40, I’m trim and workout obsessed and have been since I was in my teens, and I have the body to go with that – massive arms, massive chest, massive legs and a massive dick with a propensity to get hard at the slightest provocation. And fuck me did the slut provoke me. I first saw him in our local cruising park, one (very busy!) Saturday night. I was there trying to blow a quick and dirty load as it was hot and I was horny, but I had things to be doing that night. For reasons I’ll come on to, I work most Saturday nights, albeit for myself. I was cruising around trying to find someone I wanted to screw yet finding nothing but the average guy and then round the next tree, there he was. Slut was easy to see – he’s around 22 (never did actually ask his age), very lithe build and when I first saw him, he was shoved up against a tree taking a dick up his quite frankly hot as fuck little butt. The anonymous guy plowing him was making one hell of a racket, grunting and spitting on the slut and basically having the time of his life. What surprised me most though was, given the slut was extremely pretty, that he’d chosen to take this guy up him. He wasn’t attractive in the conventional sense, more a dad body or a bear body, not that big a dick, not dominant or commanding, or really anything other than Joe Average and whilst that’s not a bad thing of course, slut could really have commanded his pick of the litter. Joe Average came inside the slut. I expected a condom to come off, but there wasn’t one. Slut immediately got to his knees and sucked his butt juices off the guy’s cock. He walked away without saying a word to the slut, leaving him there on his knees, cum dribbling out of his mouth. His beautiful hazel brown eyes looked greedily up at me and I felt my dick spring hard and thought he looked too good to miss a go on. I walked to him and began to open my fly, but the slut turned to me and said “Sorry Daddy, you’ll need to wait your turn”. He stood up and bent over the tree again and immediately, another guy stepped out of the darkness and began to bang him raw. My eyes adjusted to the darkness between the trees and I saw there was a group of about five guys wanking and (presumably) waiting to fuck the slut. None of them attractive as me, but slut seemed to want them all. I couldn’t figure this out. My body, presence, and dick are worth having. Usually, I kick the gross guys off and plow whoever the fuck I want. Weirdly, not being allowed to made me harder. I got angry and stormed off. Little prick tease, let him get fucked. I needed to get some work done, so I decided to do that and come back and fuck someone else later on. Two hours later I had a gap, so I was back in the park and once again, I saw the slut. This time, he was without a queue for his butt. I saw red and I walked up to him and asked him if he’d got time to fit me in. I tried to look nonchalant, but my traitor cock was hard as a rock, which kind of gave the game away. Slut said “Yes Boss – but you need to know I’ve been fucked by a few guys tonight and their loads are all still in me. Some guys are not happy with sloppy seconds”. “How many?” “I lost count at twenty five…” Fuck my traitor dick. It was so hard at this point it started to show out the top of my waistband. It’s 10 inches and pretty thick. I love sloppy seconds and screwing a slut after he’s taken two football teams up his butt is my idea of heaven. I feigned a pretence that I didn’t believe him. “Liar. No-one gets that many loads in a park” He smirked (which is too fucking beautiful and he bloody knows it) and turned around. “Really Daddy, let me show you” He grabbed my right hand, and got the first and second fingers extended, then began to suck on them, kind of weirdly erogenously. He then moved the wet fingers down and pulled me in to kiss him. His mouth was sensuous and wet, and tasted of cum, ass and man. He slid my hands over his wonderful ass, then guided the fingers inside. I was immediately rewarded with a fucking torrent of cum. Slut pulled them out and sucked the cum off gently, and sweetly, but looking hard into my eyes all the time. I growled and decided to take him then and there. I knew he didn’t use rubbers – obviously – so I just picked him up and shoved him onto my cock. It’s a massive tool and I usually go in gently, but there was no need with this slut – straight to the base and no sign of any pain, probably due to the fucking huge amount of jizz I could feel slopping around inside him. He moaned loudly and I began to pull him up and down grunting and groaning myself, cum flying out of his butt and up and down my shaft. Something was missing. A dynamic I felt we should have had but didn’t quite. I cursed myself inwardly. This was a bad fuck! How?!? Slut sensed it too. He leaned into me and whispered, very quietly, in a very low voice “stop pretending to be a kind and caring lover Boss. We both know you’re a depraved fucking animal. So am I. I live to get fucked, to be used and to be a big man’s fuck toy. Damage me, Daddy”. I was shocked and threw him off. He landed on the ground, but in two seconds was on his back with his butt pointing up at me. The moonlight caught the glint in his eyes. WTF? This guy was wired as hell. Bad boy indeed! I leaned into him, penetrating him again slowly with my hand around his neck, deliberately, taking the time I needed to make it clear I dominated that butt, that it was mine from now on. I leaned in and whispered to him, very quietly and in a very low voice “I know your kind tweaker boy. You’re high as a kite aren’t you?” “Yes Sir” “What on?” “Not much really Sir” I smacked him around the mouth, hard, as I knew he’d lied. I won’t have my bitches lying to me. This did not have the desired effect. He smiled seductively, leaned towards me and, in a very demanding tone for a bitch said: “I didn’t even feel that” So I have no choice but to punch him a solid roundhouse. Now, I’m a big guy; 19 inch biceps and a solid upper body. So he felt it. I expected him to cry out, but no, he just smiled back at me and said: “Thank you Sir. I love being treated mean by a proper guy. I took 32 cocks tonight, 27 loads – I lied when I said I hadn’t counted – but they were all pussies. Sluts need a real guy to show them who is in charge” “What on?” “Just a small bit of T, G, K, poppers and a bit of liquor Sir” Fucking hell, more pharmacy than a hospital. This kid was going to be trouble, and yet I couldn’t look away. For the first time in my adult life, I’d fallen in love. “Slut, you and me are going to be good friends I think. Just so happens I work every Saturday night - dealing just those chems”.

Thanks Neg4PozPittsburgh for this old BBX posting.. --- I was tired of studying the other day. Logged onto Manhunt. Started jerking off. Got an email from a hot guy in his late 30s. Not normally my type but he had a fuckin banging body. Huge pecs, sleeve tattoo on his arm. Great bulging biceps. Thick uncut dick. He had a tidy trimmed black beard, brown eyes, a thick, manly forehead and black hair. His hairline was receding some which turned me on. Our dialogue follows. "U horny?" he asked. "Yeah." "Hot pics." "thanks. u 2." "U live alone?" "Have a dorm room but its a single." "Want me 2 cum over?" "Yeah." "I don't have condoms." "I don't either. If u want 2 fuck better pick sum up on way here." Twenty minutes later my room phone rang. He had arrived. I let him in. He was taller than I and power flowed from him. We made chit chat for a while and sat on my bed drinking Coronas. His jeans sported a hefty bulge in the crotch. His hands were calloused from hard work and his skin was tanned. He told me he was a builder. Then he leaned over and kissed me. It was long deep and passionate. He pushed me onto my back, pulled my shirt off. In no time we were naked and I was on my knees sucking his big floppy dick which stood hard as a rock about eight inches in front of him. He had a great furry chest and legs. Even his hard abs had a black furry coat. Then he pushed me back on my back and sucked me off for a long time. He sucked my balls, licked my piss slit, licked my ass. His tongue got real deep and felt real good. Then he fed me his dick some more and filled my throat. I could barely take it and tried to pull off but he insistently kept his big uncut manrod lodged in my gullet. "You can do it" he said gently. "Take it. Make me feel good." He was gentle but I knew I had no choice. He fucked in and out, in and out. Then I felt his thick, rough fingers probing my hole. He got out some lube and started sliding more fingers in. It was like sandpaper in my ass and I tightened up. He scraped away. Next I noticed him lubing his cock. "Did you stop to get condoms?" I asked. "No" he replied. "That sucks" I said. "We can't fuck then." "Shhh" he said gently. "Just let me poke the head in for a second." He poked in. "See not so bad" he said. I reached up and touched his huge muscular chest and stroked the hair. My hand touched his face. His beard was soft but prickly under my fingers. His dick kept poking deeper and deeper. I pulled him by the neck down to kiss me. He made out with me frantically. I could feel my heart beating like crazy. His raw dick pushed deeper and deeper into my ass and I closed my eyes to picture his precum coating my insides. I moaned. "Ok we should stop" I said. "Yeah, we should" he answered. His chocolate brown eyes connected with mine. He didn't even pause. His dick kept on pushing on in. That's when I felt his balls against my ass. "Oops all the way in" he said. He kept eye contact. "It feels real good." "Are you negative?" I asked. "Yeah, completely" he replied. He started fucking in and out. "Wait stop" I said. "Shhhhhh" he said gently. "It's great. You feel so good. Let me make you feel good." "We should have a condom" I said. "Its ok I trust you" he said, fucking harder and harder. The piston fuck was the most intense feeling of my life. "No, stop" I said. "I'll pull out in time to cum, I promise" he said. He grunted, fucking up a good sweat. My worries slowly melted and I gave over to the sensations I was feeling. Something huge was invading my guts. Pummeling in and out. "Fuck yeah" I finally said "Bareback me." His eyes lit up. "Yeah, you like that fuckin' raw dick in you?" "Fuck yeah" I said. "Give it to me raw man." "Fuck yeah, pussy boy" he hissed. "Take it. I'm gonna give it to you good." "FUCK yeah!" I said. I got more and more into it. Eventually he bent me over the bed and rammed me from behind. Then on all fours on the floor. Then he laid on his back and I slammed myself with all my might, up and down on his unprotected fuckpole. Then he got me back on my back, put my calves on his shoulders, and fucked me till he was red in the face. A big vein started to bulge in his head and he started to breath deeper. "I'm gettin' close!" he said. "Don't cum inside" I begged. I grabbed my own cock and started jerking for dear life. He gave me a few more frantic dick plunges then pulled out with a cry, "FUUUUUUUUCK!!!" He pointed his dick DIRECTLY at my hole and let loose what felt like a firehose blast of hot cum right on and in the gaping orifice. Then he plunged back in, balls deep and growled like a hungry angry predator, "SHIT!! SHITT!!!! YEA! FUCKIN SON OF A BITCH!!! OH, YEAH!!!!" He looked me in the eyes panting. "Oh that felt so good" he commented. My own dick was still hard in my hand. "Told you I'd pull out in time" he said. "But you just" "Shhhh" he cut in. "It feels really good. Enjoy it." I could feel tons of liquid dripping down my asscrack onto the sheets. "I'm still hard" he remarked, adding "I'm going to cum again, but this time inside you." He plugged my protests with his tongue and his bearded mouth enveloped mine. It hurt when it scratched against me. He started fucking in and out with his cock which was still rock hard. My ass was slick with cum. I kissed him back. It felt so fucking good. I gave over to it and let myself become his cumhole. He made love to me but also made me his object. "Fuck yeah" I groaned. "Yeah, you like that?" he asked. "Yeah" I answered. "You want my cum?" "Yeah, fuckin' cum in me." I was jerking off now. He piston fucked for about 30 seconds then started grunting. "Here it comes. Here it comes. HERE IT COMES!!!" Then his face contorted like crazy and he let out another animal, angry, vicious growl. "FUCK yea! TAKE my fuckin' load! TAKE IT!" My dick started shooting squirt after squirt of jizz all over. His cum kept dribbling down my ass as he held his dick in me for a long time. After several seconds he remarked "That was hot." "Yeah, it was" I admitted. He stood and started getting dressed. On the small of his back I noticed a little biohazard tattoo. "What's that?" I asked. "Souvenir tattoo from Miami" he said with a laugh. He kissed me. "That was a great time." I kissed him back. I felt his cum smeared dick getting hard again. "One more" he said. He shoved me face first onto the bed before I could reply and he rammed in balls deep. "AWWWWWW!" he groaned. "FUCK yeah. FUCK!" One stroke, and he shot and just came as deep as he could. "FUCK that's hot. I'm cumming in you." He dressed and left. Now I'm sitting here online looking up what the biohazard tattoo means and I'm getting worried. But it was the fucking hottest time ever. He came over again yesterday. Maybe I'll tell you about that later.

Yes. I feel like such a slut taking it and loving it even though it hurts. Once had hnh session with a 13” top. He fucked me hard on and off all night. After about 12 hours of this, he said “I’m close”, but then teased me by pulling out, with a wicked grin on his face, then rammed back in harder than ever and pumped multiple spurts of cum inside me. Agonising and amazing.

Seven There was a knock on the front door. Dan looked around and said he wasn’t expecting anyone; he pulled on a robe which covered his harness and slouchies to cover the rest and strap down his monster dick and he went to answer. The rest of us became as quiet as we could – hard when there are three rushing bitches which need using badly – so I made one eat two’s ass, two eat one’s ass and slut eat mine. Three mouths prevented from whimpering. Fuck though my slut has a pro tongue on him and it was nearly me moaning and letting the game away. I couldn’t quite hear what Dan was saying, but it sounded slightly strained. The door buzzer hadn’t gone, so it was clearly a neighbour, but I heard two voices uttering the words ‘noise complaint’ and ‘need to keep it down’ and ‘it’s one am’. Clearly we’d been noisy which is kind of the prerogative of sex but I suppose people do need to sleep so it’s kind of reasonable. I heard Dan reply something mumbled but the word ‘officers’ came through. It wasn’t a neighbour at all, but the cops! I was sure Dan would mouth some platitudes and get rid of them but then I heard the first cop say ‘would you like to explain the contents of this bag?’, clearly referring to my duffel which was open and on the sofa. Oh FUCK. Dan was clearly giving it some flannel and trying to get out of jail free (literally!) but floundering somewhat. I heard “It’s the end of a long shift Sir, and this is going to be a lot of paperwork”. Dan was floundering but I know what I heard. In my line of work, you learn to spot a bent copper. I stood up and I told all three boys to “SIT!” so they all went back on their haunches. I told slut “Protocol three” and he knew what to do and began to whisper the explanation to the other two. I made sure my dick was hard, massive and showing, my tits tweaked and looking huge in the harness, my boots shiny and I walked into the lounge to help Dan. Dan stopped dead at the sight of me wandering in. “What the fuck are you doing, you IDIOT” he hissed at me. “Saving your ass from jail. Officers, you will both know of me and probably recognise my bag. Good evening to you both. Take a seat” Everyone sat, except Dan who was kind of behind a little on this turn of events. “Dan, sit down. Officers, I heard it has been a long day. You don’t need the hassle of an arrest and I don’t need it either quite frankly. What do we need to do to make this issue go away?” “You can’t bribe the cops” Dan hissed at me, still stood up. Oh dear, Master Dan, how wrong you are. “Two hundred each” said the first cop. A nice-looking Hispanic guy, probably around 35. Always hard to tell the body under the uniform but there was no bulging belly and he had very dark, piercing eyes. Nice bulge in the front as well. “You always start too low Roddie” complained the second cop. An even nicer looking younger cop, black smooth skin and ebony eyes. Again, no beer gut and a nice firm ass in his trousers. “Shut up Shawn” said Roddie. “There’s more to this and you’ll like it better I promise you. There’s plenty of time for kickbacks” “OK officers, two hundred. I’m reading that there is something else here that you want; out with it” I said. “First, I want to know the guy with the robe doesn’t have a weapon. Strip please Sir”. Roddie, the older cop, rolled his eyes, but didn’t contradict his younger counterpart. “Daniel, strip off that ridiculous outfit please” I asked. Daniel looked at me with a degree of awe. He’d gone from being jailbait to being a sex object again in about two minutes. He shrugged off the slouchies first, causing his robe to tent as his cock (still massive, still rock hard) hung forwards under its own weight. And then the robe came off, revealing the massive man, huge arms, harness, chaps, muscular butt to die for and monster tool. He finally sat down next to me; two monster men on the sofa for the two cops to get a look at. “I’m taking it from the drooling gents that you’re both gay?” I asked the cops. They both nodded. “And so the extra thing at the end of the hard shift…” “What all gay men want Boss” said the Roddie. “A pin, a bit of something to fuck or something to ride hard, and no thoughts of crimes that we’re not involved in until tomorrow!” “I think there we are in accord gents. How much?” “0.5 for me or my dick goes” said Roddie “but he’ll take whatever you have. Shawn’s a slut for monster dick. Loves mine, don’t you bitch boy” “Yes Offic… I mean Sir” Clearly, these two spent some time with each other in uniform both on and off the job. A nice addition to our party. “Daniel, what do you think?” Master Daniel had returned to us. He stood up menacingly, walked over to the younger copper, smacked him around the face with his cock and pulled him by his hair to kneel in front of him. “Scaring the shit out of gay guys turn you on fucker? I’m gonna make you regret the day you were born” “Come through Roddie, let’s leave these two to get acquainted” Roddie grunted and stood up to follow me. I noticed the monster bulge in his crotch growing with the harsh treatment of his junior colleague. Or junior bitch. I asked: “So, when you’re not taking bribes from drug barons, are you two seeing each other?” “Fuck no, he’s just a useful hole. It’s a pretty sweet ass. I prefer guys who are far more muscular than that to be honest” “I may have something of a treat for you then officer Roddie” I purred, walking him through the door into the dimly lit room, which stank of drugs and sex. My three boys were ready in position, sat on their haunches and with a marker pen name on each – Slut, One, Two. When they saw us enter the room, they each picked up a crystal off the floor in front of them and rode their own fingers inserting it deep, and then immediately followed that act by begging to be used by asking and by mobbing the officer and licking his boots (and, I noted, my poor slut, without a boot of his own, went for licking the cuffs). When talking doesn’t work that well, protocol three always does the trick. “Slut, go and assist Daniel. We need a 0.5 and another 0.7 drawing up; and some more coke for Daniel and I. I also fancy a smoke, so get the pipe.” “Yes Sir!” said my slut, and sprang away, pausing briefly to show off his cummy butt to Roddie. “Is he always this much of a cunt?” “Yes. Day and fucking night. You should see him rush, he’d screw fruit” “And these two?” “They’re Daniel’s. Boys, the officer has had a hard day. Strip him” The two boys immediately stood up, flexed a little to stretch which made Roddie’s cock twitch, and began to pull the uniform off the cop. It’s a nice uniform – there’s a reason we always have a cop stripper at a party. However, I was a little surprised to see the glint of metal in his tits, and at the end of his dick. One saw it too and began to whimper. This appeared to bring out a mean streak in Roddie “Drug fucked cunt number one, chew on my right tit. That’s it, nice. Drug fucked cunt number two, do the other one. No harder. Harder!” He smacked to boy hard around the head, knocking him to the floor. I booted him in the stomach. “Do a good job number two or you won’t get more tina” Two whimpered in a terrified and worried way, petrified he’d be sober, and sprang back up to chew on the officer’s tits. Slut returned, handed me the rigs, then asked permission to help Daniel, which I granted. He grinned then ran back to the other room. “So, Officer, how do you like to do this” “I think I like sitting in this throne, getting the slam and then watching these two muscular little fuckers putting on a floor show for me. Get them high too” The pigs needed no asking, and number one ran out of the room to draw up two more pins. A moment later, he was back. “Dose?” “0.3 Sir” “Pussy Dose – why so low?” Roddie turned to me “We gave them 0.7 and two bumps not that long ago…” “Ah I see. Let me get high and then I want to see you slam each other boys” I tied off his arm. It was the first time I saw Officer Roddie half naked – the sluts didn’t get his trousers off before they had to chew his tits. He was built a lot like me, big arms, big chest and an intriguing looking 8 inches in his trousers. I swabbed, got the smell of the alcohol which began to make my dick stiffen again, found the register and slammed. Tourniquet off and three second later, a sonic cough. “FUCK me that’s good stuff. Right boys, slam each other and get a show on for me. Now!” Roddie grabs my arms and I lean over him and begin to tweak on his tits with my dick thrusting up hard against his shoulders. He makes lovely little pig grunting noises when he’s having his tits played with high and One and Two don’t need asking twice. They sit opposite each other, legs hooked around each other’s butts cross their arms over the front of their torsos – causing their biceps and chests to flex I noted - and each tie off the other. They swab and find veins easily and register the flash. They, as one, turn to the officer who is rushing like a cunt at this point and wanking his dick like he wanted to pull it off his body, pull out their needles, wink in unison and swap them over! They then proceed to jab again, but this time registering to mix their blood and slam each other with the other’s blood. A mountain of coughing ensues. “You dirty little fucking CUNTS” Screams Roddie, who has clearly shot into orbit with that slam. “Fuck each other with your fingers and tongues. Get those muscles working for me” The boys stand up, turn away and flex their backs, then turn back and flex chests. Number one gets down on his front in a press-up position and begins to do press ups, licking first one of Roddie’s boots and then then other. Number Two flexes his biceps and each time one comes up starts shoving his fingers into the butt of number one. We’re at four fingers when they change places, but I can’t contain myself any more. With a low growl, I search for my pipe. Slut has forgotten to bring it to me. I head into the lounge and find Daniel in the process of slamming off Shawn, whilst my slut sucks off Daniel. I see the pipe on the table – full packed and not in my hand – with the lighter next to it. I smoke up and start with a big cloud I shotgun into Daniel who motions for me to watch. I watch him shoot the juice into Shawn. The little bitch suddenly coughs and his eyes go wild. He beings to strip – not sensuously, but like his clothes are on fire – and then eyes Daniel’s cock up hungrily. I hand the pipe to Daniel, who smokes up another bowl and this time shotguns into Shawn, who is by now bucking like a man possessed and pawing at his cunt, making gestures and pointing and downright begging to get Daniel’s cock in him. “Get on the sofa, face away from me, butt sticking out. You too Slut” Both boys leap onto the couch but it occurs to me that we’re all flying and my poor little slut has been left out. I wander into the kitchen and draw him a 0.3; when I walk back into the living room, Daniel is rewarding the boy who begs better with a ten second fuck and then makes them beg again. I don’t need to tie off, I can see the vein and the alcohol pad, so I slam up my little slut and he coughs and also gets wild eyed. Both boys are now on the sofa, facing away with their cute little butts sticking out, so Daniel and I decide to do them both, side by side on the sofa. Dan is clearly rushing a little from the smoke, so I grab the pipe and start puffing away to the rhythm of my thrusts – suck on the pipe when I’m out, fuck a bit whilst I’m blowing the clouds. I hand the pipe to Dan, and he does the same, but then he begins to lean sideways and start to shotgun me. Our boys, clearly turned on by their bosses kissing passionately behind them, smoke curling around their heads, lean in and start kissing each other too. We’re fucking then hard like this for many minutes but I’m going to cum far too soon if I keep this up, so I beg off and begin to wander through to the other room again, just in time for me to see Shawn start fucking my slut, and at the same time Shawn is still being mounted like a dog by Daniel. A nice little fuck train. I stand transfixed at site of the cute young cop and my slut together, with big scary Master Dan the porn star hammering them from behind. It’s a nice image, and horny that I am, I’m beginning to wank again. No, I’m going to head through – this isn’t helping me not to cum! I enter the dungeon and nearly blow my load without touching my dick. Roddie is clearly still rushing like a man possessed, and I find him still in his cop trousers and boots, dick out and hard but instead of finding a boy riding the cock as I was expecting, he is now lying on his back on the floor with two arms extended, bent at the elbows and fists balled up. On top of those fists are number one and number two, both pleasuring themselves quite frankly furiously on the bent arms of the bent cop. Massive grunts are coming from the two pig boys as they get fisted hard and furiously by the cop, lube flying everywhere and with it there is a seemingly never ending diatribe of filth coming from Roddie’s mouth. “Fuck yes pigs, deeper, make your holes nice and sloppy for Daddy’s dick, lets see if we can’t get two dicks and a few toys in at the same time, fucking muscular prick teasing bitches…” And so on. Every time he mentioned their muscles, the boys stop their arm riding and flex a little for him. They turn around and start riding the other way around so that they’re facing the cop now, and so that he can see them flexing their massive chests and arms more clearly. They’re making out as well ever so often, sometimes sticking a finger into their sloppy cunt holes and feeding it to the other. Roddie is clearly enjoying it, his dick is solid as a rock. I wander over, and with my (also very hard) dick I start getting the boys to cock worship me. They’re sucking my shaft and my balls deep and hard, and I realise I’ve left the fucking pipe with Dan again. But I spy my baggie of coke next to the head of Roddie and motion to both boys to stop. Annoyed, Roddie turns to me and about to complain, notices two things happening simultaneously. Firstly, there is a bag of coke in my hand and secondly, the door has opened and his clearly very high younger cop and my slut are led in (one of them on a lead), one by his handcuffs. Dan takes charge of the scene. “Boys, sit!” The three boys sit in their position, leads in mouths, the two muscle sluts still with an arm up their cunts. I think my slut notices this, so he moves to a sitting position with the cop’s hard dick up his cunt. The little cop doesn’t know how to join in and he’s about to ask for a lead, but Dan puts a finger to his lips. Instead, he decides to get him into the sling, and handcuff him there using Roddie’s cuffs on one hand, his own on the other, and tying his booted feet into the stirrups with the straps on the sling. He has a hot little butt and I’m thinking of beginning my hand at plowing him, but Dan stops me. “No. I think we need to fight for the right to fuck this one, he’s too pretty and it’s too much of a story to tell” Fight? What, like head out and slug it out? I notice the party start on Roddie again whilst we have this discussion with the two muscle sluts now riding his arms and my slut riding his cock with wild abandon. Roddie is clearly having the time of his life, especially as number one and two keep grabbing the shoulders of slut and ‘forcing’ him to take the cock balls deep. Shawn is increasingly whimpering and clearly wanting some dick in him, as he's now trying to point to his cunt, which is hard given he’s tied down, but it’s making the sling rattle and so to placate him a little I start fingering his cunt. No lube, but I think there’s enough for me to get away with a finger or two. Or, as it turns out, five – slack arsed cunt clearly enjoys Master Roddie’s arm up his arse as well as his dick. Dan needs to speak loudly to be heard over the racket four pig boy are making with their grunts and begs and moans whilst they’re fisted and fucked in the room. “No, not actually fight, a contest of some kind. Each of us should pick a boy – one, two or slut. On his arse, we make two nice fat lines of coke and snort. Fastest to clear the lines gets to fuck Shawn first.” We decided this sounded like a good fight, so the boys were kicked off Roddie, all of whom made a very satisfactory grunt when the boot hit their balls whilst I yanked out my arm from Shawn (“No Daddy, please!”) and the three cunts were made to bend over with their pretty asses in the air, lines were drawn and declared to be of equal length. Straws were handed around to the three tops. “On go. Ready, steady, GO!” A massively loud sound of snorting filled the air, but it was clear who the winner was, by a mile. Roddie gets first go at the boy in the sling. “Hah, losers. I’m gonna breed my cunt” Gracious losers, all six of us spread around him in a circle and watched the big man begin to screw the little one, the coke high clearly hitting him and making him verbal and mean. He would thrust and thrust, ignoring the grunts of pleasure coming from the boy, stopping only to smack him around the face or punch his balls. The little pig in the sling was loving that. Every time he got his balls struck, he threatened to blow his load. It never happened – his dick wasn’t even hard. With a roar of satisfaction, Roddie’s balls tightened and he pumped his bare load deep into his boy. My slut was on his knees in a nanosecond and crawling over to Roddie to make sure that his dick was nice and clean. It’s always good to keep guests entertained – what a good slut. In the meantime, One had taken it upon himself to suck all of the cum out of the cunt of the little black cop in the sling, and he was about to swallow when Master Dan instructed his two boys to begin kissing the cum between each other, with slut catching any drips off the floor. It clearly got Dan going, as he stepped up for sloppy seconds. Master Daniel was passionate, aggressive and almost deranged with anger at the cop in the sling, swearing at him, calling him a dumb cunt and disgrace to the law, punching him in the balls and chest and at one point even pulling out, biting the cops nuts to make him yell out loud and then plunging his dick back in. In no time at all another roar joined the first and Dan’s colossal tool also shot into the boy. This time, it was slut sucking out the cum and kissing it with one, with two cleaning Dan’s dick. My turn; this wasn’t going to go down as world’s longest fuck as I’d been wanking over the two big men dominating the little bitch but then I had an idea. Instead of wanking and watching, or fucking – why not do both? I walked up to number one and said “Spit”. Number one spat into my hands, a combination of meth spit and cum. I did the same with number two and again with my slut. I then went back to the little cop who was now whimpering with fear at what was about to come. I decided I did not want to be kind – coke does that to me – so I balled up my cum and spit covered fist and punched it into him. Fortunately, a bit of a fisting and two big cocks fucking him and he was already loose so the fist went in easily. “Slut, get my dick wet” My slut crawled over and put his mouth over my cock, but then I decided I wanted to have the no-teeth sensation of the others. I kicked slut off, and got one, then two to suck away until it was hard as a rock. I got the spit covered cock and inserted it – well, rammed it anyway – next to my hand in Shawn’s cunt, and began the beautiful process of wanking myself off. Inside him. I was beyond turned on and so it was a matter of mere minutes, with a few roundhouse punches to his head with my free hand before I shot my load deep into him to mix with the other three. The boys were all whimpering for their own loads to be shot as well at this point, pawing at their cunts, and in the case of numbers one and two, fisting themselves a bit as well. Dan saw this and kicked them both in the chest. “Behave. We have guests to entertain, and the real men have just cum. You little cunts can wait” Spent, we detached Shawn and the seven of us returned to the lounge, still wired but needing a break.

Four We jump in the car, with Daniel taking the wheel, and to my surprise and delight we park about a block away from my apartment. Daniel hasn’t commented on the slut’s lack of clothing, but I do notice him admiring his cum-filled cunt, which is starting to leak down his legs again. We go upstairs to the penthouse – porn clearly pays better than I thought! – and Daniel turns to me and apologises “I just remembered, my stash is running low. I’ll need to call my guy and see if he is around. Damn it!” “I may be able to help you out here Dan. I have a tiny bit left at mine, and it’s only a block away. My slut knows where it is. Better give him something to cover his butt though” Daniel went out to the next room and was back a moment later with the World’s Shortest Shorts – honestly, they made running shorts look like board shorts – and gave them to the slut to wear. The rode up and an ass cheek peeked out, but he was at least covered and h he does have a really, really pretty butt to peek out anyway. We sent him on his way to bring back my ‘small’ stash, and in the meantime, Dan and I started to talk about the kind of thing he was into. I had an idea from the porn I’d seen him in of course – TIM style sleazy bareback gangbangs etc – but it turned out that he was into a lot more. The guy enjoyed being a top, dominating sub boys and using his cock as a weapon to make them submit. He also got off on leather, rubber, and basically everything. When I asked him how high he liked to get he replied: “High enough to feel like God, but not too high my dick doesn’t work. My boys, I like so high they can’t see straight” His face split with an evil grin and it has to be said, mine did too. My dick was coming back to life and Daniel grabbed it and yanked. “Want something to keep it going?” He reached to the side, pulled out a box of Viagra and Cialis pens. I hate the things, but they do work, so without much ado, we both yanked out our cocks and stuck in the pins, then gulped down a good dose of V on the back of that. Briefly wanking our dicks to get the juice in, we both started to sprout monster erections. By this time, it had been fifteen minutes and two things were occurring to me. Firstly, where the fuck were these two sluts Daniel said he had at his home? And Secondly, where the fuck was my slut. How fucking long does a one block walk take? Daniel, who had been until this time wearing sneakers, jeans and a t-shirt all the time except when he was naked on stage, decided to duck out whilst we waited to ‘get into something more appropriate’. I asked if I needed to change from my harness, boots and leather combo, but he told me he liked the look and made me leave it on. He disappeared into a room next door and a few moments later I heard the unmistakeable sound of a paddle smacking an ass and muffled yelp. A few more minutes and Dan walked back in. My dick stiffened even more and began to leak a copious amount of precum. Dan looked like a God. He had a leather muscle harness on, emphasising his massive pecs, a bicep strap to emphasise his bulging biceps (not far off my own 19”), Chaps which left his spectacular ass framed and his monster cock sticking forwards, sagging under its own weight, and knee length boots. “I take it you like this then?” he asked, grabbing my leaking dick. I mean, I don’t bottom but fuck I’d be tempted by this man. Fortunately for me, before I had to answer, the door buzzer went. Finally, my slut arrived with the bag, but interestingly the shorts appeared to have vanished. “Slut, where are the shorts?” “Sorry Boss, but there was a bored looking skinhead in the alley and he motioned me over and before I could resist I had a dick up me” “That is a pathetic excuse, you dumb little whore” “I know Sir” Before I could stop him, Daniel took two menacing steps towards him. My slut whimpered at the sight of this adonis and before anyone could say or do anything the slut was on his knees, ready to worship the massive dick at his lips. “Where is the little bit of extra stash, slut? Did you forget that too whilst you were being plowing in an alleyway up against a wall?” asked Dan. “Sorry Sir! I was being plowed up against a dumpster, actually. It’s in the bag” “You mean this duffel bag?” “Yes Sir” Dan looked a little confused, so I motioned him to open it. As I said, I am a dealer, so we had my full ‘small’ stash. Dan was gawping like a kid in a sweetshop and slut and I laughed out loud. It’s a fun trick to play on someone. I think Dan must have realised I’m not what I see at that point, but he was too polite to say anything. I told him “Given how good you look, it’s on the house tonight. But where are the two other sluts you promised me?” “BOYS! Get in here!” Dan yelled. I looked to the door, and to my delight, two younger guys, maybe around 30 years old crawled into the room. The first had a shaved head, pierced eyebrows, ears and dick, and a collar and lead on – and nothing else. The other had a shaved head, pierced dick but not a pierced ear, and also had on a collar and lead. They both crawled into the room with their leads in their mouths. What struck me most was the size of them! I had been expecting younger guys, either lithe like slut or maybe athletically toned, but these two were just enormous blocks of bodybuilding muscle. The came to sit on their haunches, either side of Dan’s booted feet. He took their leads in his hands. “So, these are my boys. I own them. We know the one with the pierced ear as number one, and the boy without the ear piercing as number two. They are not allowed names any longer and they will do whatever you would like them to do” “They’re fucking huge Dan!” “Yes. I’ve owned them both for nearly ten years now and I’ve been making sure they look like I want them to look. They take daily doses of various steroids and have since they were twenty; I control their food; I control their sex lives; I control their time in the gym. If they don’t workout hard, they’re beaten within an inch of their lives. So they tend to shatter their muscles there. I’m going to see how big I can get them. It’s shrunk their cocks, but quite frankly, mine, or my guests, are the only dicks that matter” “So their massive balls?” “Silicone. Their dicks and nuts have shrunk to nothing” They looked astounding. Massive men – probably at least 48 chest, 20 arms, washboard abs, legs like tree trunks – with monster balls and almost no dicks – and with their leads on and staring worshipfully at Master Dan they looked desperate to serve. “So Dan, do they party too? Or have any choice in the matter?” “None. They both agreed to do this voluntarily and they can leave whenever they want. But my house rules for boys are simple. Do what you’re told or fuck off. I’m a God of a man – I know that, you can see it, and this whimpering little slut you brought in has had a ride on it already – so the slaves can either enjoy, beg or go. There are plenty more who’d take their place” I was enthralled. Master Dan gave off a sexual energy which filled the room and I think all four of the other men in there could feel it. I was fighting an urge to sink to my knees but I am a Top and a Top only. “They can call me Boss and you Master if that’s ok Dan?” “I think so” “So – shall we get partying?”

My best scruff fails screen captures. From yrs ago

Those questions are definitely things to ask your doctor. Syphilis varies in infectiousness depending on the stage of the disease. As I understand it, it's typically more contagious when there are skin lesions. Contrary to @Electricterror's comment, doxyPEP is fairly effective against syphilis. The only trouble is that people often don't know they have it, so you are in the dark about whether you need to use it or not. Your syphilis antibody test will always be positive from now on. Your RPR test may or may not return to negative (mine sometimes is and sometimes isn't). You have now joined the club of people who get to wonder whether they have been reinfected or just have antibodies from before. Sadly, the available tests are not great at distinguishing that. C'est la guerre.

Hell yeah, raw is law and must result in breeding.

I love showing my face and filming me. Let everyone know that im a slut

Never had a condom inside me. Simple reason was getting raw (BB) fucked, skin on skin & the feeling of connection. Besides none of the guys I picked up ever wanted to use them. Lastly was the feeling of being flooded with cum & piss. Couldn't be bothered to squeeze used condoms up my cunt anyways. Raw is Law.

And thank you for putting in so much work so that we have a place like this to feel welcome.

My dad started breeding me when I was 10 and we fucked nearly every day for 4 years.

Hmmm happy memories of when I worked in London and could see scaffolders close at hand. Many happy summer hours watching their glistening bodies and imagining licking their armpits (and other places!), sitting at my desk with a hard-on!

Totally. 2 years ago my neighbour had the back of his house scaffolded. They were there sexiest scaffolders I had ever seen. If I wasn't in the garden wearing nothing but tiny shorts I'd be in my bedroom watching them work and listening to their rough and ready conversations while riding a dildo and wanking. I hired them a year later.

100% - a few years ago when I was working in London, the building had scaffold put up all around it in the height of summer! I was in early every day watching them. There is nothing I wouldn’t have let them do to me. My productivity dropped right off that week.

The anticipation of whether or not we're poz ends when we test, yes. But man, the knowledge one is shooting poz cum is a delightful replacement.

Saturday sex party. A lot more men than expected and two bottom cancelations. Good for me. Daddy/Son couple seemed to like me. These young bucks can fuck long and cum often! I'm sure several of the 7 loads in my ass were his. Got two in my belly too sucking off really nice cocks. It's been quite a while since I got so many loads!! When Daddy/son left they handed me a slip of paper with a phone# and an e-mail address. Fuck yeah!! I'll try not to appear too eager LOL!!

This is strikingly similar to what I'm going through at the moment for about the past 10 or 11 days. Savagely sore throat, mild to moderate body aches, but just wiped out exhausted... for about three days, then a couple of days less so, then again hitting me hard. This cycle has gone round for the past week and a half and I'm in a rough phase right now. It's weird. No fever/chills, night sweats, rash (but a few weird body itches) or anything like that, and I tested negative for Covid, so yeah, could be a regular flu I guess, but also Starting to wonder if this is it, the thing itself...?

Hi, I’m Sam. I’m 18 years old, 5 ‘ 9 “, black hair, green eyes, with a light brown tan complexion. I’m half Caucasian on my mom’s side and half Mexican on my dad’s side. Everyone says I look exactly like my mom due to our perfectly perky asses. My mom gets cat calls all the time and I even get some when men see me from behind. I just had the best night of my life. I didn’t just lose my virginity. It was taken. And I loved it. It all started when I came home about 4 hours ago. It was 11pm and I was coming home from a friend’s house. I say friend but he’s more like a special friend. We are exploring our sexuality together. I think I might be gay and he’s a straight guy really horny all the time. So he lets me practice blow jobs on him. But that was all before I got home. I walked in the house and it was dimly lit. My mom was out of town on a trip with my aunt and I was supposed to stay over at my friend’s but that didn’t work out. My dad was obviously not expecting me or anyone for that matter. He was sprawled out on the couch on a nod. He had his setup on the coffee table with all his drugs and pipes. Straight porn playing on the television. I knew he partied because he sold favors on the side for extra money. But he usually only used with my mom. It was odd that he was using alone. On the table I could see a packed baggie full of tina, a few pipes, lighters, and some foil with H melted on it. I could see a black bag open that had a few clean needles in it and balloons of product. He had some foil on the couch beside him and a lighter in his hand. He was on a good nod. He would probably be out for a while. I looked him up and down. He was shirtless, showing off his brown skin and tattoos across his chest. Damn he has great pecks, and his arms. Oh his biceps get me going every time I stare at them. My eyes lowered and noticed that he was only wearing boxers. The thin flimsy ones that have the gap that never quite closes all the way. They were nothing like my quality boxers that come with a button to close up. Oh my god… I can see his dick through the gap. My mouth starts to water. I was not able to get any quality time with my friend tonight and my hormones are raging. I wonder how good of a nod is he on. I whisper, Dad, you awake? Nothing. No response. I say it a little louder. Dad, you awake? Nothing still. I reach down and touch his arm. No response. I get braver. I touch his chest. No response. I put my whole hand on his peck muscle. No response. Dare I keep going? I look down at his boxer gap again. My mouth waters some more. I know I need some courage. I look down at the table and look at the pipe. I say to myself, I don’t think he will notice some of his stuff is gone. I open the bag of tina and fill a pipe. Flick. I melt the bowl and take my first hit. First of the night. Luckily my older brother taught me how to properly take a hit for my birthday. I blow out a small cloud. I look at the pip squeak cloud and know I can do better. I take another hit. This time breathing in longer and holding it. I release and clouds all around me. That’s more like it. I look down at my dad again. I touch his shoulder and wait. No response. I push the coffee table further away from my dad so there is room in front of him. I get down on my knees in front of him. I take a hit and lower my head to his crotch. I blow a cloud into the boxer gap. The smoke clears and I get brave. I reach into the gap with my fingers and lightly touch his dick. It’s so warm to the touch. I grab it and pull the 3 inch meat out of the gap. It looks just like mine except darker brown. I pull away and look across at my dad again. I tell myself I should stop. I should just go to my room and jerk off. That’s the safe thing to do. I think about it for a moment. I listen to my dad’s breathing and then listen to the background porn behind me. I turn around and see a Latina woman sucking a big brown dick. My mouth waters some more. I turn back toward my dad and think. What can I get away with? What is not going to send me straight to hell. My mind is going a million miles a minute. I turn toward the table and refill the pipe. I melt it down, take a few hits and finish half the bowl. Again I reach out with my hand and touch my dad’s chest. Nothing. No response. My hormones override my good judgement. I’m committed now. I take a huge hit and bend forward to blow it out on my dad’s uncut dick. I stick my tongue out and lick his tip. I pull up and take another hit and hold it. I put down the pipe and open my mouth and use my tongue to lift the tip in my mouth. The smoke empties from my mouth as it is replaced by dick. I love this feeling of having a dick in my mouth. As I bob on the small dick, I can feel it start to thicken. I bob and bob and release it from my mouth. I lick the underside of his dick as it’s filling out. I tongue his balls. Circle round left ball, circle round right ball. I return to his filled out dick. I pull back and admire my hard work. His dick is sticking straight out toward me. All 8.5 inches of uncut meat is staring me down. His foreskin is all pulled back now and his mushroom head is just slightly thicker than his shaft. I grab it with my hand and can’t get my hand around the thickness. I look up at his face. Still out on his nod. Perfect! I go down and throat his big dick. I take it half way. I try to relax and adjust my breathing. I lower another inch. I stabilize myself by putting my hands on my dad’s thighs. I bob up and down and still only get down about 5 inches in my throat. I grab his balls in earnest trying to shock him further down my throat. That’s when I feel it. I feel a hand on top of my head. I hear my dad moan. I lean back slightly so my eyes look upward at my dad. His mouth is open moaning but his eyes are still shut. I start to panic. I try to pull up off his dick but a second hand comes down on my head. He is pushing me down. I get as far as I can down. Then I hear it. My dad mumbles -oh fuck yeah. Take this big cock. He pushes my head down with force. He was not stopping until I gave in. I panic and try to take a breath in. That is all the leeway he needs. He shoves down and I couch as I bottom out on his dick. My mouth is on his pubes. My chin on his balls. He mumbles again – that’s right, I know you could take it you dirty whore. “Oh WHAT THE FUCK?!” He release his grip on my head and I jerk my head up and his dick slips out of my mouth. I stumble back a bit and try to get back on my feet. My dad yells –“STAY WHERE YOUR AT. WHAT THE FUCK IS GOING ON HERE? WHAT DO YOU THINK YOU ARE DOING?” He looks around and takes in the scene. Me on my hands and knees. The drugs out and pipe obviously used. He stands up with his dick sticking outward, hard as can be. He stairs down at me and takes a moment to think. He speaks –“I always knew you were a faggot but this is low even for that. My baby boy caught sucking me off like a 2 dollar whore. I see you have been smoking up my shit. A thieving whore too. I start to cry – I’m sorry dad. I just got high and couldn’t help myself. He responds – “oh stop that crying shit. It’s not time for that, you hear me boy! You obviously think you’re a man now. Doing adult shit. Gonna have to deal with this like a fucking man. You want to smoke like a man, fine then. He reaches down for the pipe and goes to the coffee table and refills it with a fat bowl. He hands it to me and says “smoke up. Finish the whole bowl” I start taking hit after hit, trying to finish the bowl quickly. He is busy at the table fixing something up. It’s just out of sight. He turns around and faces me and I can finally see what he was preparing. He wraps his arm and ties off. He made a point for himself and injects. A small coughing fit but he handles it like a pro. His dick that had started to soften returned to its full glory. I tell him I’m done with the bowl and he puts it down on the table. He orders me –“now you gone and woke the beast you stupid faggot.” He drops his boxers and kicks them aside. He points at his thick dick and says “get back to work you 2 dollar whore”. I’m in shock. Did he just tell me to suck him off again? I slowly move my legs and approach him slowly. “I said now faggot” he says down to me. As I get close to his cock with my mouth. He bends down a bit and as I open my mouth to take him back in, he slaps me with his right hand. “When I tell you to do something. Fucking do it. Now get back to work” I immediately get back to slobbering on his thick tool. He moans “that’s right, take it all in”. he places both hands on my head again and I’m forced to take all 8.5 inches in my throat. He proceeds to fuck my mouth and slams the back of my throat over and over and over again. I’m crying again. He looks down and says “yeah, now is the time for the tears”. He spits right in my face. He takes one of his hands and rubs the spit all over my cheek. It is all I can do to keep my teeth at bay as my jaw hurts but I dare not close down on it. He pushes me off of him and I’m thrown on my ass. He orders me to strip and he turns back to the table. I throw off my shirt and pants. I’m afraid to take my boxers off because of the obvious hard on I have. As if reading my mind, he yells out –“don’t make me repeat myself”. I drop my boxers and my 7 inch dick springs up. It stretches straight out just like my dad’s. I’m almost as thick as him but I can get my hand around the thickness, just barely. He turns around holding a tourniquet. He orders me around –“so you think with your dick like a man? Well, you take a man’s consequence. You pay off what you stole from me like a good faggot does, with his ass. But first, I’m gonna hit you like a man. Sit on the couch and reach out your arm.” I am scared shitless. I plead with him, I've never done that before. I already feel higher than I’ve ever felt. I’ve never even though of shooting up. But he said it wasn’t a request. I’ve never seen my dad like this. If I don’t obey, he will kick my ass. I better obey. I stretch out my arm and he ties me off. I close my eyes and feel a prick on my arm. He says “time to pay up, you thieving faggot”. He unties my arm and raises the arm. I immediately go into a coughing fit. I try to catch my breath. I feel a warmth envelop me and my hole starts to tingle. I know now why people shoot up. This feeling is amazing and all I can think of is DICK. He laughs and says “good, looks like you like it alright.” He spins me over and I'm on the couch face forward and I'm bent over with my ass out. My dad gets behind me and spits on his fingers and shoves 2 fingers in my virgin hole. I yelp. It hurts but in a good way. I plead please go slow, I'm a virgin. He laughs and says "so what. Gonna get fucked sometime." He pulls his fingers out and spits on my hole twice. He shoves in 3 fingers. I yelp again. I know he is trying to loosen me up and not trying to but he is rubbing my magic button every time he pushes his fingers in and I’m loving it. He pulls out his fingers and grabs a needleless syringe and inserts up my hole. He pushes its contents out. Tina lube is starting off a burning in my hole. He spouts “there, that’s the only kindness you will get tonight because I can’t wait. He lines up his thick dick with my hole and pushes forward. It’s a struggle to get in because of the girth but he does not stop until the head is fully in my hole. He holds there a second. I push out instinctively and feel the lube spreading in me. I unclench and he slams his entire length into me. I’m struck with pain. Pain and pleasure. It’s hard to explain but I winced and moaned. He slaps my ass **slap** first on the left side and then the right. **slap**. I clinch down and feel his dick throb in me. He bends down close to my ear and says “you better open up quick faggot, I’m impatient”. He pulls almost entirely out, leaving only the tip inside. Then slam! All 8.5 inches inside. He long dicks me non stop for what feels like hours. When he finally pulls out, there is a popping sound of this head slurping out. I ask did you cum in me? He laughs and says “you haven’t earned that yet. I’m just getting a water. You get over to my bed room and get on your back. I’ll be in there in a minute. I walk back to the master bedroom and I can barely walk. I was a virgin. Was, I was a virgin. My hole was tingling nonstop and only wanted to be stretched by dick some more. I hobbled over to the bed and laid on my back as ordered. He came back to the room with a water bottle. He drank half and threw the half bottle on the bed. I didn’t bother reaching for it. It wasn’t for me. I knew that. He holds up my ankles with one hand and shoves his 3 fingers into my hole some more. I feel them stretch apart. That’s when I feel the burn. I’m familiar with that burn now. I know it will only intensify my need for dick. For my dad’s dick. Fingers out and dick pushed back in. He slams the fullness of him inside of me. I felt him hit my button again. I notice my dick for the first time since the fucking started. I’m soft as can be but leaking precum. The foreskin is pulled back just enough for the head to be visible leaking the clear liquid. He starts pounding my hole again like before. He lets my ankles go and my legs fall on his shoulders. I can feel his chest on my legs with every thrust. god I’m loving it. I push back into him. He grips my hip and drills my hole like the pro that he was. I tried to jerk off but he slapped my hand away. I’m not allowed to do that evidently. He keeps assaulting my hole. I can feel my hole being forced open as he twists to fuck me at different angles. He pulls out and tells me –“fucking bitch, get into doggie position. I wanna see that ass in front of me. Just like fucking your mom in her ass. She loves that shit too.” He slides right in. my ass as stretched to accommodate his thickness and pounds with ease. The room echos with the slaps. Slap of his body slapping into my ass. Slap of his balls slapping against my taint. The slap of my dick bouncing against my stomach and the bed. I feel the build up and without warning, I shoot my load on the bed below me. My cumming must have done something good with my ass because all I hear is “ oh fuck yeah, milk my dick. Make me feel it. Take my fucking load you no good cum loving faggot. ahHHHHHHH”. As he roars out loud, I can feel rope after rope of cum filling my insides up. He collapses on me and I feel his hot body against mine. I’m in heaven. The session has taken a lot out of him so he holds still on me for a few minutes. He eventually pulls off me and stands. “Get the fuck out of here. Go back to your room. I can’t stand to look at you for a while. I’ll come find you again when I’m hard again. I’m good for at least 3 more loads.” He slaps my ass as I walk away from him. “Hey look at me when I speak to you”. I turn around and look him right in the eye. “You ever speak of this to anyone, I mean anyone, and I’ll fucking kill you with my bare hands. You got that?” I nod my head. “oh, and in case you are too fucking dumb to realize, you’re my new backup pussy when your mom leaves town. Now get back to your room. I walked to my room and closed the door. I’m laying in bed just twitching like the chem whore my dad made me. Like I said before. My virginity was taken and I loved it. I’m just going to wait here until my hole is needed again.

Six I first of all noticed my slut grunting away on his back, taking Daniel’s tremendously large cock to the balls each time. As my eyes adjusted to the darkness in the room, I noticed something else. This was not the bedroom I had supposed it to be. Slut was on his back in a sling, which was in the middle of the room. To the edge, we have a fuck bench that, even now number one was climbing on to, pawing at his hole and making pleading looks at me. Near that, a chair more akin to a throne. There’s a pair of manacles dangling from the ceiling attached to a rope which looks like it can raise or lower them. Along the walls, dildos, rubber gear, leather and fuck only knows what else. It looks like Daniel has bought a fucking leather store! Moving number two over to Daniel, I threw him at his Master’s feet. He immediately began licking on his boot. Daniel likes this, clearly, as he smiled his wicked smile, yanked slut off the sling and shoved him onto the other boot. Slut grinned and began to slobber too. Who knew? I reached around from behind Daniel and caressed his massive chest, yanked his tits (which got a nice little grunt) and whispered: “You spiked me. Fucker. I’m rushing like a hog and I want to do unspeakable things to the slaves. I’m having to hold myself back” He turned around (sending boys flying, but they rallied and dived back on his boots) grabbed open my ass and whispered back “Yeah, I did the same to me though, so we’re even” I snogged Master Daniel passionately. I love it when guys can get one over on me, it doesn’t happen often and it deserves some respect. He mock-punched me in the chest and I yanked his tits in return. My cock was straining to have something on it again, so I got the only free boy over. “Number one, suck me. Slut, get off the boots and get me something from my bag. Now” Number one grinned with a wicked grin which was apropos of that of his Master, and slut said “Yes Boss” and ran out of the room to grab the goods. Number one smiled a sultry smile and slowly wandered over to me. This was strange; rushing boys usually, well, rush everywhere. He reached me, stared into my eyes, and keeping his gaze locked with mine, lowered himself downwards until the tips of his large, dick sucking lips were on the tip of my cock. He kissed it gently, which angered me a little, so I grabbed the back of his head and rammed his little cock sucking mouth over my dick and to the base. I exclaimed in shock “He hasn’t got any teeth!” Daniel, who had stopped having his boots licked and had a boy on his haunches next to him, laughed. “No, he doesn’t. Nothing to do with me actually, he lost them after an accident riding a horse. He usually has to wear dentures and whilst we could get implants of course, he decided he didn’t want them as he thinks this makes him a better cocksucker.” As if on cue, number two smiled, and I notice he had no teeth either. “Again, not my doing. This was a motorbike accident and a wall. He’s lucky not to be dead, but once again, my boys know they exist for my pleasure and he doesn’t want them back either. It’s a decision I leave to them, but they make it clear. I suggest you enjoy the sensation” Slightly shocked, I sat back on the throne-like chair and beckoned number two over, motioning him to start sucking my balls whilst his compatriot sucked me off. My god what a feeling it was. Slut came back in at this point with some goods from the bag. I took the bag of coke and another of tina from my slut “What is that for?” “Coke is for me – and you if you would like – as it turns me aggressive and I think all three of these boys need, like and want pain. The tina is for the boys. All three of them can still see straight, so clearly need more. My slut never seems to have too much” I dipped a finger into the back and fished out a medium sized shard. I held my arm out, and balanced the crystal on the end of a finger. Seeing this, my slut came over, opened his arse for me and sat down on my finger, riding it up and down to push in the crystal. Whilst he was doing that, slut began to tweak his tits and lets his floppy little tina dick bounce up and down. Daniel growled at this show clearly enjoying himself and so I pushed the slut onto all fours, kicked off the cocksuckers, and I tipped two fat lines of pre-powdered coke out onto my boy’s butt. I pulled two straws out of the bag and handed Master Dan one and in unison we snorted the lines off the boy. “Fuck me boss, that is good stuff!” exclaimed Daniel. The bump went straight to my brain and in this time, the crystal had melted into the slut who was moaning and trying to ride our fingers. Or anything. At all. “Screw him together?” “Nice, but I want my boys to try a crystal booty first. They’ve never done it” I’m sceptical. That’s what you think, I think to myself, but play along. “Slut, these two need a crystal in their cunts. Buried as deep as you can. One present your cunt to the slut; two present your cunt to one” I pulled a crystal from the baggy and in a move which I think surprised Master Dan, slut put out his tongue and I placed the crystal right on the end. Slut immediately began to push the crystal into one’s hole with his tongue and when it was melting away, he began to eat out the taste of cock from his cunt. One got the idea, and presented his tongue and duly pushed in the crystal when it was placed on his tongue. It seemed very easy, but all three boys are utter cockwhores and there isn’t a lot of resistance to be had here. Master Dan was beyond turned on by this. He pulled the coke back out, powdered his dick and told me to snort a line off his cock, which I did. I did the same back to him, and once he’d finished snorting lines off my dick, our boys were flying high again. Dan took one and slut off to one side and made slut start eating his ass whilst one sucked on his dick. I took two off to the fuck bench and began to fuck him and slap his ass as hard as I could. Every smack reverberated around the room – it had a strange echo as if the room was sound deadened – and soon I heard the reciprocal sound of my slaps being followed by one of Dans. Each time I hit his boy harder, he smacked number one harder. I knew two was getting off on it, because he kept pushing his cunt back trying to make the next blow come faster. Grunting, slapping and fucking filled the room and soon my slut was presenting his ass for a beating too. I then had to fuck one, smack two and listen for the smacks of the third. I was getting too turned on. I began to feel my balls contract and soon I was shooting rope after rope into number two. I heard the cry from slut and as my cock came out he immediately began to tongue the cum out of number two. I moved over to number one but as I did so, Master Dan also uttered that cry we all love – that of unreleased pleasure. He’d cum in his boy, who immediately jumped off and began to clean Master Dan’s dick. I put my arm around Dan’s shoulders and tweaked his tits gently, and we kissed whilst one cleaned my cock too.

Five “I think that would be an excellent idea. I saw your ‘small’ stash. I think there’s a letter for everything in the alphabet in there, but my girl is always Tina. That ok?” “Yeah I think so. Slut has had a bit tonight, but he likes getting completely wasted and taking as much nut as he can. So I think doses are dealer’s choice Dan” Dan smiled at this and reached to his boy’s leads. He pulled them both out of their mouths, and handed me number one. “0.7 for him; the other is going to have 0.2 as he’s been bad” Number two immediately began to whine. He didn’t actually open his mouth to beg but began to whine, paw the floor and then rolled over like a dog. Fucking nasty little bitch; I had to intervene. “Slut, sit on his face. Two, if you can suck all of the cum out, I’ll speak to your Master for you” Daniel smiled his approval at this thought. He knew how much spunk was in there- my four loads, the stranger’s, his own, the guy on the stage, the skinhead’s – so it was certainly a challenge. Slut braced himself over the upside-down boy who began lapping with amazing abandon. Soon, cum was free flowing out of the slut’s butthole, and over the mouth and down the chin of number two. Number one was obviously being turned on, as he was straining at his leash to try to lap some of the free flying cum up. I decided it was rig time. I whispered to Master Dan – “0.7 for them all. He’s done a good job with that sloppy cunt and I think 0.3 for me and you?”. He smiled and vanished to the kitchen. Five minutes later, five rigs in hand, and a couple of tourniquets, he re-entered the room and said “Enough boys, sit!” One and Two immediately sat upright on their haunches and grabbed their leads with their mouths. My slut looked confused, then turned on, then grabbed his lead too. He’s easily led. Pun intended. “No slut, we need to see if Two got the cum out” said Dan. “Come here and sit on my dick”. Slut never, ever needs asking twice for that, and within a nanosecond he was balls deep on Daniel’s pole. Daniel almost immediately kicked him off, savagely, and said “Sit, slut!” Slut knew what to do, grabbing his lead with his mouth and going to sit by the boys. Dan checked his dick like an oil dipstick in a car – bone dry apart from slobber. “Well done number two. You can have the full 0.7 then” This caused number two to start to wag, but I was getting impatient by now. I needed to feel the power that comes with the chemicals. I said to Dan “So boys then us?” “Yes, sorry. I need them to get rushing first or I tend to rush and go at them before they’ve had a moment to fly. Boys, present your arms!” Clearly not a new idea for the two of them, one and two immediately presented both arms with the palm facing the ceiling, and the crook of the arm pointing upwards. My slut took one look at them and did the same. Master Daniel, his massive dick swinging in front of him, still rock hard from the Cialis and the Viagra, moved to my slut with a tourniquet, and threw another one at me along with two rigs. Clearly, we were to do each other’s cunts, which was a nice idea. I selected number one first and tied off his arm over a muscle – the tourniquet barely fit, I swear – and found his vein easily. I pulled the head of the alcohol pad open, and the room filled with that strange smell which to an addict is part-sex, part-hospital and mostly very horny as it’s just filled with the promise of what is to come and I swabbed his arm and inserted the pin. A quick flash into the rig which caused the boy to start to whimper with excitement, then a slam and a release of the tourniquet and boom – the cough came hard and loud. Meanwhile, slut had clearly had a successful slam as a huge cough came from his end of the line and the usual massive amount of verbal dribble was coming out of him: “Fuck, yes, oh god YES, I’m not worthy, fuck me please, please, please oh I NEED a cock in me Daddy, sorry Master Daniel” Master Daniel laughed and said: “Is he like this every time?” “Or worse. He’ll now screw every single man in the country if you let him” “He needs to be taught some manners I think” With that, he grabbed sluts lead and vanished off into the other room that he was in earlier, which I assumed to be the bedroom. Moments later we could hear an enormous cough – Daniel had hit his rush. I’d have loved to have seen it, but there was plenty of night to go. In the lounge, number one was clearly rushing, pawing at his body and looking at me with wild and pleading eyes, pawing at his hole and grunting savage noises, but clearly Dan had trained them not to speak as he wasn’t saying anything. I pointed to my rig and said: “Fetch. Good doggy” Number one wagged his pretty muscular butt and went to get my rig off the table, whilst I tied off the arm of number two. Another muscle so large the tourniquet barely fit and another scent of alcohol and a swab, a popping vein and then the flash. The boy whimpered a little in anticipation as I plunged, and then the tourniquet was off, and the boy immediately began with the same groans, grunts, moans and pawing that number one did. Again, no vocalisation, which I thought either a little odd or strange. They were both shaking violently from a 0.7, so I decided to slam myself, finally – and I noted last one to get high. “Number one, get me my duffel bag. Number two, tie off my arm and show me your cunt”. One sprinted to get the bag, two tied off my arm – pleasing me to note that my arms were easily as big as theirs. My veins are good as I don’t slam a lot, so I swabbed off and dived in. Two had got on all fours and presented his ass to me by getting face down and pulling it open. One decided to give me a show by shoving his face into it and starting to tongue it out. What well trained boys! I found the register, pulled and plunged. I snapped off the tourniquet, felt my breath go metallic and then let out the cough to end all coughs. Fucker had spiked me – this wasn’t 0.3, more like 0.5! I quickly checked my dick – still rock hard. Phew! I dived off the sofa, booted number one hard to get him off the other slave and quickly mounted the still grunting number two. His capacious arse took my massive thick ten inches to the base without any lube other than the spit from number one’s ass eating and without him even screaming. Impressive! “Number one, stick your arse in two’s face whilst I fuck him. Number two, get him wet for me” These two sluts didn’t need asking twice and number one crawled around to the front of number two and opened up his hole for two to begin to munch on whilst I continued to pound his hole hard. Tina always makes me into a slightly violent dominant bastard, so I leant over two so that my whole body was dominating his, even though he was bigger. No doubts over who was the boss now. “Boys, change over, but one I want you on your back” The boys swapped places and one laid on his back with two squatting over his face and getting tongued out. I noted with interest that their cocks were locked in chastity and two’s device was bouncing up and down and bashing the chest of one. I decided to stabilise my ride so I could thrust deeper and harder, so I began to yank on the balls of both boys whilst thrusting savagely inside of number one. This caused both of them to utter moans of pleasure and their useless dicklets began to leak precum. Still no words, so I squeezed harder. The moans of pleasure turned to grimaces of pleasure/pain and I decided I enjoyed that even more. There’s a power trip in making a massive muscular man your bitch by pain. I didn’t want to cum yet and so we went to find Master Daniel. I grabbed the two bitches by the leads, and led them crawling on all fours to the door that my slut had gone behind.

Part two I had better get home I said. No you are not going anywhere wired as you are. you can come home with me until you have sobered up. But I dont know you, well we can see about that cant we ! Uncle Stan had a BMW, I sparked up, cool car I said my dad will get me one like that one day. Hey I just realised I dont even know your name, Ollie. Ollie the cheeky chappy he said. What are you going to do about your gf my niece ? Oh she is boring I will dump her. I sat in the front smoking I did not even ask permission. I sat back with my legs slightly apart relaxing as I enjoyed my smoke. As he started the ignition Uncle Stan moved his hand on to the inside of my leg ! Again I did nothing. You like that too eh. I did not reply but moved my legs further apart. Before he pulled away he let his hand drift up to my crotch and then he squeezed my cock which had gone rock hard. I did not know this guy yet here I was in his car letting him feel my crotch and then he was handling my dick. Gone hard I see. Again I said nothing. His hand stayed on my leg while we drove. Is this as fast as it goes I said. Hell no its very quick. Show me I dared him. We moved onto a duel carriageway Uncle Stan was wired too, so he floored the accelerator and we shot off. I put the radio on and found some pulsing music. Faster I shouted he looked at me and with almost a demonic smile accelerated faster. We were both wired and wild as I started thumping the dashboard. We shot past cars I was high and loving it, my dick was getting even harder with this thrill ride. It was like a psychedelic tunnel with all the car lights in front of me merging into one. I wanted to go even faster. Then the end of the carriageway came in sight so he slowed down. Ah fuck I as enjoying that I said. Your a proper punk and spoiled brat aren't you but your dead cute and he squeezed my leg again. When I am older and can drive I will drive fast not like you. Well you won't be driving long then and he laughed, I was not sure what he found so amusing. How old are you anyway he asked and for the first time I looked at him to take in what he looked like. He wasn't that attractive and had a bit of a pot belly. I am eighteen I said. You look younger with your curly blonde hair. I hate it I said, I want it all off. I want to be like those guys in the porn mags in leather. So you have looked at gay porn then. Just looked that's all I said guiltily. Anyway how old are you? Forty-five he replied. Ok cool. So you like leather he asked as he squeezed my leg again. Fuck yea. Well we will have to see what you look like when you try on my leather. You have leather, yea a lot of the guys I know are into leather, we have leather parties. Fuck cool I replied. Maybe you can come to one? Me? yea. Fuck cool. We pulled up outside his house which was detached and quite a tall building. Ok come inside and make yourself comfortable. I laid on the sofa with my arms outstretched and lit another cig, he did the same. You want a drink? Yea vodka , please , yea please. Neat? yea neat. Hey Stan have you got any more coke? I think you have had enough but while your still wired why dont we finish off what we started in the shed. Your cock you mean ? Yea. He unzipped his trousers and took out his cock, massage it with your mouth. Gross I replied.Have you tried it? No so how do you know. I dont know why but I took his cock in my mouth and he started fucking it. I choked, he laughed and said you will get used to it, yea I could I thought. Now before I cum I want you to relax so that we can try something else. Oh yea like what I said sarcastically. My dick was rock hard he took it in his mouth. Then after a few minutes he left the room and came back with two shot glasses. Is that more vodka, no something to make you relax. He sat there next to me with his dick out and I was semi naked too. I drank the liquid without a question I felt him get on top of me, his dick was hard and I could feel him pushing his dick against my hole i began to feel warm inside and relaxed from the drink. It felt so warm in here, I could just about make out that he was in me my vision started to blur and then nothing. I had passed out.

PART 2 Since that first night taking my new daddy's first poz loads it had now been 2 months. I tested poz a few weeks back, as was expected. I got pretty lucky, no flu, just a quiet seroconversion and two thick red lines on my test. He was so turned on when i sent that simple little text "so it happened, you pozzed me". We continued to meet on the weekends when his wife was out of town. I never asked about their situation. We were just fucking, having fun, and I was loving the inhibition-free poz on poz sex. I wasn't on any meds, neither was he, and we felt great. Potent. Fast forward a bit, it has been over a week and a half since we met up and, as was now always the case, I was inexplicably horny and could only be satisfied with cum dripping from my newly poz body. But it was Thursday, and he can't meet during the week. Still, i asked anyway. I waited and waited but he didn't reply. I couldn't stand my exploding sex drive any longer so i got ready and left to hit the nearest gay bar, a frequent pickup spot pre-poz. Pretty quickly a cute younger twink latched on to me. I tend to be a bottom, and his energy screamed please top me, but tonight something felt different. Maybe I wanted to be in control. Maybe I wanted to breed someone. I took another look at this cute little twink grinding up on me and thought, well fuck it. I need to cum in someone. We went back to his place and with very little conversation got right into it. He never asked about a condom, status, nothing. He couldn't get me in him quick enough. It wasn't all that special of a fuck in most regards (remember im a 90% bottom boys) but as I was getting closer and closer it become more euphoric as I realized I as about to shoot my own poz load into this pretty little slut. As far as I knew, I was about to knock his ass up, and I loved it. Without a word I shot rope after rope into him, and kept thrusting for a few moments to ensure I shot it all deep. Too overcome with what had just happened, I got dressed and bolted. I was almost home when my phone buzzed. Poz daddy. He was inviting me over after all. Strange I thought, but I was now so horny and excited to tell him what happened tonight that I headed right over. Much to my surprise, a woman - presumably his wife - opened the door. I blushed and couldn't manage a word, busted I thought. She was pretty, young. She had a look about her that told me she was also an absolute killer. "Well come on in boy" she quipped at me, almost sternly. Here we go I thought, this is about to be really uncomfortable. As I entered the kitchen, there was poz daddy. He looked amused. I was lost. She entered behind me and went to stand by his side. Finally he spoke - "This is kat. She's my life partner, my other half. And yes, she's poz too.", and kissed her longingly. I was in shock. "I've been encouraging him to poz himself a new toy for months, but I have to admit, you're not what I expected. I hear you gave it right up too. Hmm maybe a bad little boy." she said playfully. "I think it's about time I observe you boys". Poz daddy now made his way over to me. My heart was pounding as he grabbed my cock and leaned in for a kiss. "Been busy boy? You smell like sex". At which point I had to spill the beans. Tell them how i had just probably pozzed some slutty twink across town. Kat nodded with approval as I concluded my tale, and he, grinning only said "maybe a little bad indeed. Let's charge you up, you earned it boy" and dragged me towards the bedroom. She followed, walking lightly, enjoying the view. Another night, 3 more huge poz loads in me. She watched the whole time and dished out her own set of good boys as I begged for his seed over and over. He dominated me and fucked me harder and harder. I was in heaven. Full of his cum again and in bliss. And all the while, as he pounded me raw, all I kept thinking about was who else i would love to poz next. I could feel I was beginning to change...or maybe that's just the influence of a big poz cock buried inside me. Who knows, tomorrow is a new day.

The words stung me back to reality. What was I doing? I stopped sucking Sam and looked up at him. He nodded, trying to encourage me. I shook my head and blushed. He smiled, I swear he had the sweetest smile I've ever seen. "Just fingers on his hole Andy." "Really?" "Yeah." "What the fuck is the point then?" Andy asked, then stormed off. Sam, of course, followed him and I was left in the room, naked, drool on my chin. I caught a glance in the wardrobe's mirror and looked away. I felt like shit. I tried not to listen as the couple argued in another room. Slowly the arguing stopped. I put my trousers on and waited to be summoned, hoping that they wouldn't be arguing because of me for too long. After some time, the door opened and Sam stepped in. He told me that this was the spare room anyway and I should spend the night. Andy had work in the morning anyway. I apologised, almost crying and Sam sat next to me, he put his arm around me and kissed my forehead. "Don't worry lad, it's a big step. Go to sleep and you can just leave in the morning." As Sam left I pretty much just lay down and went to sleep until I was stirred by a door closing. I sat bolt upright and looked around; gorgeous apartment, feeling fresh, for a brief moment everything seemed perfect. Then I remembered everything and must have audibly cringed as Sam soon entered the bedroom. "Looking good." He said. "Thanks. Look, I'm so sorry about last night." "To be honest, it was kind of ridiculous. I'm glad you're apologising, that is sweet of you. I didn't even get to cum!" I laughed. Sam leaned in and whispered that "We have all day now." and I sat naively stunned as he pulled his hardening cock out of his pyjama pants. "Now suck my fucking cock" His grip on my neck was strong so I didn't have a choice; I took the length of his poison cock into my mouth. A fact which he reminded me of over and over again as I sucked his hard dick. Now sober, I was a lot more fearful of his cock, however this worked only to turn me on more and make me suck him more eagerly. I fell to the floor and yanked his trousers off, desperately snaking my tongue around his cockhead, tasting his toxic precum. "I'm so glad you chickened out last night. Means I get your ass all to myself right now." I ignored this and kept sucking, half hoping to make him cum quickly and half wanting to see what would happen if he didn't. "I knew I wanted you as soon as I saw you dancing. Just you alone. You can be my special boy." I'm ashamed to say that this gave me butterflies in my stomach; Sam was definitely the better catch out of the two of them and to have this handsome older man want to risk his marriage to get with me had me swelling with pride. He pulled me off his cock and kissed me, we collapsed onto the bed together, a writhing, sweaty mess of lust, clamoring at each other desperately. He kissed his way down my body to my small cock, which he avoided, and kissed and slurped down to my ass. "Get me wet Daddy" As his slimy tongue pressed against my hole I moaned loudly, telling him how much I loved it. He stopped soon after and from under the bed produced a squirty bottle of lube, he covered my hole in it and then offered it to me. I perched myself on the end of the bed and applied it to his cock. Maintaining eye contact with him at all times in an effort to appear calm. In reality I was terrified. Again though, I was more turned on than I had ever been. I moved around and positioned myself for him to take me doggy style. "Tell me you want it." "I want your poz cock." "How?" "Hard." He chuckled. "How?" "Oh.. bare, raw, fuck your cum into me." He smiled and shoved his length into me in one go, I cried out in pain and lust, he ignored me and set his own pace, fast, slow, shallow, deep, he did everything he could get himself off in record time and before I had chance to enjoy the fuck, he shot his load deep inside my cunt. We panted together for a moment until he awkwardly guided me to lie on the bed, he spooned me, the whole time his cock never came out of my hole. "That was errr...." "Quick? I know. I want to load you up as many time as possible." A sinking feeling took over my stomach as I realised what I had done, I wanted to run, scream, cry, but instead I nestled myself back as he wrapped his strong arm around me and I thought about the next time he would be cumming in my hole.

I used to practically live in the local toilets when i was a young man, after reading about what happened in them in a local newspaper. I was young and horny all the time, and it seemed to me I had discovered pig heaven when all I had to do was visit one of the toilets I knew was gay (usually off the beaten track) and in minutes I would be happily shooting my load into some old troll bending before me and glad to receive fresh sperm in his fat ass. Of course, word got around given I was a lot younger than the faggots who inhabited the dark, pissy ancient toilets in that run-down part of town. Soon they got to know my habits and there were always five or six of them waiting for me, sweat-stained tee shirts and dirty pants encrusted with cum around the crotch. One of them would drop his pants and bend over, offering me his slimey ass as the others urged me on, feeling my cock with their horny, calloused fingers as it slid in and out of the asshole until I came. Of course, they started working on me to give them my ass, dragging my pants down and fingering my hole when they could, but I resisted as I'd read somewhere that getting fucked was a lot more risky than fucking. Then, one day, as I found myself the centre of attention of a group of old, fat men in a toilet under some railway arches, someone pressed a brown bottle under my nose. It was a strong, glue-like aroma and before I knew it they'd held my nostrils open and I'd sucked the solvent into my lungs. Of course, I was lost. I felt giddy, excited and without inhibitions. Someone kissed me, whiskers scratching my face and a slimey tongue pushing into my mouth. I groaned with lust and heard then chuckle. "That a boy" someone said. "Knew we'd get him sooner or later." My clothes had gone, I don't know how, and my shoulders were forced down to suck a thick, veiny cock projecting from under a fat belly. Something cool and greasy was rubbed into my hole, the bottle was shoved under my nose, and then a long, thin cock suddenly slid up me with a rush of pure pleasure. I groaned again. " Oh boy!" I heard someone say." Breed him good! Line up guys and lets knock-up the little slut." The man in me grunted, shuddered and gasped and I realised he had cum in my ass. I was shocked, excited and frightened but it was too late now and the men around me were urgent, animal like and eager to breed. Another cock, much fatter this time slid up me, its progress eased by the cum in my hole and I groaned and gave myself up to the pleasure of it. "You dirty slut" he whispered in my ear. "Thought you could just get us to line up for you for free?" He was gasping and shuddering as his cock speared into me. "Well..." he gasped. " Now its payback time and you are gonna get knocked up like the pig you are." I felt goosebumps on my skin as he spoke, knowing what was happening but helpless with lust. He gave a loud grunt and I felt his cock throb and spurt, throb and spurt. Then he pulled out and slapped my ass. "Welcome to the club, kid. Who's next?"

For a long time, my visits to the sauna were generally spent in the darkroom or in stand up glory hole cubicles, arse against a hole. Recently though, I've spent a fair bit of time on all fours in cubicles with the door open, showing off my arse to everyone walking by. My local sauna has a corridor with around a dozen of them facing each other. As I sometimes have a fair few guys showing an interest, but other times none at all, I'm curious if tops prefer seeing a lubed/wet hole or one that's less obviously been used. Last weekend it was pretty wet and only one guy walked into the cubicle to use it. Obviously crowds are different every time, but I'd be interested to know what you top guys generally prefer. and how you like the bottoms to be. (Moderator - apologies if I have duplicated a post about this. I couldn't find anything similar)

Happy Birthday BreedingZone! 😁 I hope you celebrate in style! A huge thank you to all the moderators as well, I can imagine keeping an eye on this website is more than a full time job lol! I'm very grateful for stumbling across this site a few years ago, at first I was unsure about bareback sex and the thoughts I was having regards engaging in such activities, but it's been very comforting being able to chat with like minded men! It's also given me the confidence to explore more about myself sexually and led to some fantastic experiences! 😁

Happy Birthday! I've had to buy several new desk chairs as I keep ruining them because of all the jizz I've spewed on them after reading BZ! Here's to another 15 years of giving a place where men can make friends, share fantasies, advice, experiences, and cum!

Having suffered chicken pox as an adult, along with multiple poison ivy outbreaks, I recommend a blow dryer for the itching in between baths and showers. Much better than scratching!

Once you have done the course of treatment (usually penicillin injections, either 1 dose or 3 doses at intervals) your RPR titer (quantitative RPR test that gives you a number rather than positive or negative) will level off or start going down. A stable or declining value indicates no active infection. It's a fairly lame test and I don't know why they don't have a better DNA based test, but I researched it a bit and couldn't find any such thing. Might be time to get access to a university library.

Have a happy birthday, Breeding Zone. Thanks RawTop.

When I'm exceedingly horny, one of my favorite things to do is to go to seedy adult bookstores and take all the troll cock I can. It gets me off-- them too! You see, I'm not picky when it comes to cock. As long as you can get hard and cum in my ass, I'll take it. Fat, ugly, small cock, ex-con, homeless, or poz. It doesn't matter to me. When I need to get fucked, I NEED to get fucked, and take as many loads as possible. And the seedier the better. The sleazy bookstores are best for this. I tend to avoid the more popular bookstores because I don't want to have to compete with other, younger bottoms, or for that matter deal with handsome guys with attitude who are always looking for 'something better'. Nah, I like the less-crowded, dirtier stores that cater to the less attractive and more desperate men. Besides, I really get off on the low light, the filth, and that smell-- a rich mixture of cigarette smoke, sweat, ass, lube, cum, and poppers. The last time I did this was about a month ago. I was climbing-the=walls=horny, and I couldn't find any online cock to satisfy my needs. So I cleaned out, pounded a couple beers (it helps), grabbed my lube and poppers, and drove to an ABS that is in a somewhat industrial part of town, it's it's not particularly well lit. Or nice. It's basically a cinder block bunker that rents adult videos and has a smallish back room area. There were five or six cars in the parking lot when I arrived, one of which I recognized. The older guy who owns and runs the store knows me on sight. He just smiles and lets me go to the back without paying, mainly because his will be one of the loads I take later. He's in his 50's, unattractive, and poz, but I don't care. He has a nice 7" cock and cums fast. Anyway, once my eyes adjusted to the gloom of the back room, I saw the owner of the car I recognized. He is a friend of the owner, is heavyset, and is seemingly ALWAYS at the bookstore. I mean always. Like every night. He is a voyeur. He knows me and the drill. He greets me with a cheerful "hi, honey" from his perch on a stool in view of all the booths, a couple of which were occupied. "You here for the usual?" he asked. I nodded and headed down to the end booth - the booth without a door. I removed my shorts and put them on the folding chair. Then I lubed-up my ass, watched the gay porn on the flickering screen, and waited. It didn't take long. The owner was first. Normally he takes a turn towards the end of my visit, but this time he evidently was horny and couldn't wait. I heard him ask the chubby queen to watch the front for a few minutes. Then he showed-up in the booth with me and unzipped his pants. We didn't really talk. I felt his meaty cockhead nudging my hole, so I hit the poppers and bent forward. He grabbed my hips, positioned himself, and shoved-in. Because I was so horny and lubed and poppered up, my ass accepted his seven inches without complaint. Experience being key, I knew he would last all of two minutes before spewing his raw toxic load into my hole. In addition I had taken him countless times before, do I knew that I could accommodate him, and that his load would serve as excellent lube for the others to come. True to form, after a minute or two he started to speed up his thrusts, grunting and groaning loudly to announce to the rest of the store that there is a bottom present who was getting fucked. I love that he helps me out like this. It's probably good for his business as well. Right on schedule he shouted "Yeah, take my load, fucker! Milk it!" as he popped his charged seed in my guts. Once spent, he pulled-out, zipped-up, and headed back up front. On his way out I heard him say, "He's all yours." Good-- another load awaits. Evidently the owner's demonstrative fuck brought out an audience. A middle aged Mexican guy sporting a short, fat, uncut cock quickly stepped-up quickly to take his turn. He roughly shoved into me and immediately went to town. He fucked pretty quietly, occasionally uttering some dirty Spanish. I recognized the words for faggot and ass. It didn't take him long - I felt him tense-up as he dumped his jizz inside my ass. Because his cock wasn't particularly long, his load was deposited at the entrance of my fuckhole, which made my ass start to feel a bit sloppy-- just the way I like it. After the Mexican left, I had to wait probably ten minutes or so before I got another cock. I heard a guy walk into the back and the Queen said "Go check out what's in that last booth." Without turning around I heard the guy walk-up, pause, and then walk away again. I knew he was debating on what he wanted to do, so I just waited-- facing the video screen, ass to the doorway, hands on the wall, legs spread. Almost as if I were being frisked. He came back (most guys at this bookstore do) and I felt him slide a finger into my ass. "Fuck, you got loads up there man?" "Two-- so far" I replied. From the way he spoke, I could tell he was black. So much the better. I had been craving some big black cock recently and now hopefully I would get it. And I did. This guy spun me around and made me suck his dick first. I was confronted by a 40-something, dark, thuggish black man, with probably at least eight inches of meat. Perfect! I dropped and sucked it as best I could, getting him nice and hard and spit-lubed. Then I stood-up, turned around, and assumed the position. That fucker nailed my ass without mercy for probably ten solid minutes. And he was loud about it, muttering that my "white ass should to take that black meat" and that he was gonna "knock you up and breed you deep." I figured this pretty much meant he was poz. The other two loads were being churned out of me by his huge dick. I could feel wetness creeping down the backs of my legs. I reached down and put my fingers on either side of his cock so I could feel it sliding in and out of me. It was so fucking hot! With a few more thrusts he buried his black bone into my ass saying "take my dirty cum, bitch!" I could feel his meat pulsing deep inside me, depositing load number three. He pulled out of my ass. By now cum really is running down my balls and legs. He made me suck him clean before he left. The next fuck was from a mousy, married guy with a nice six or so inch cock. I saw the wedding band when he grabbed my hips and slid in, fucking me gently and smoothly, getting off on the wet heat inside my hole. I only knew he was cumming when he stopped pumping, panting loudly. A few minutes after he left I heard a familiar voice behind me. "Damn, I was hoping you'd be here tonight. I have a five-day nut to bust." Then I felt a tongue probing my ass and licking up cum residue on the back of my legs. The felcher was a guy who had fucked me a few times before. He was a short, sawed-off, barrel chested daddy type, with a stubby, superfat cock. "Damn, you're juicy tonight!" he said, before diving back in to eat some more. My moans of appreciation let him know it was time to fuck me. I arched my back and hit the poppers. He spit on his cock and shoved it right in. "Fuck you're pussy's wet!" he whispered as he commenced fucking my hole. He pounded me hard, the wet slaps of his groin against my ass reverberated through the backtoom area. He fucked hard and fast and stretching my hole with his fat prong. "Get ready for my load," he announced. "Gonna flood your gut with my cum!" His cock really swelled-up when he came, I could actually feel him shoot. And true to his word, it was a good sized flood. The next guy who fucks me doesn't arrive for twenty minutes or so. I didn't get a good look at him, but I knew he was wearing a suit. I heard him unzip, and then I heard the familiar crinkle of plastic. Shit, he's gonna use a fucking condom. Oh well, they can't all be bare fucks, and besides, I know what to do with a used condom. Once covered, the dude slipped into me and fucked like a man possessed. From what I could feel, he had a really nice cock - not as big as the black guy, but he was definitely hitting deep and making my cock drool precum into a puddle on the floor. From the condom and the way he was humping, I could tell he was married. He just needed a hole to get off in - pussy or man pussy. I was cool with that. Five minutes later he shuddered and groaned, the condom ballooning with his baby batter. He pulled out and I heard him say, "Shit! There's fucking cum all over my pants." I heard the wet plop of the used condom hitting the floor as he left. I waited until he was gone before picking up the condom and examining it. The man was a definte shooter. It was too bad he had't fucked me raw. Oh well. I inserted the open end of the rubber in my ass, an used my fingers and pucker to squeeze his load up into my hole. The last fuck for the night was Homeless John. The owner doesn't like him hanging around the bookstore, but because he knows I refuse no load, he lets the guy in for free to get his nut off. Homeless John is a vet - I think of the First Gulf War. He's definitely homeless, and definitely poz. He is also kinda fucked in the head, but like I said, I don't discriminate. Plus he's good for another load and that's what counts. In addition I counted my service as an aid to the homeless. John has a good dick - not very thick at all, but long, about nine inches, and slightly curved downward. It looks somewhat strange because it is disproportionately thin, but it matches his gaunt frame. I looked back and said, "Hey John. You need some ass?" "Maybe." "I'll give you ten bucks if you breed me." I already knew what the answer would be. We played this game every time he fucked me. He thought my proposal over for a few seconds, said "Okay," unzipped and pounced into my hole, sliding in unceremoniously. His length caused me to gasp and I could smell John's B.O. as he fucked me. This, coupled with the poppers, sent me into a bottom white frenzy. The length of his cock and the curvature of it allowed him to fuck well up into my colon. Every time his head punched past that second ring it hurt so good - sending waves of pleasure and pain through my bowels. Homeless John takes a while to cum. He probably drilled that long poisonous snake into me for the better part of 15 minutes. I could tell he was wrecking my guts and I knew I couldn't take much more. Guess the horniness had finally been fucked out of me. "Fuck me, soldier!" I told him. "Unload that weapon in my ass! Please!" John knew was time and that he had earned his $10. He jammed cock up into me a few more times, and then spraying his deadly bullets well up in my colon. I make him stay up inside me until he starts to go limp. When he pulled out, I fished in the pocket of my shorts and handed him his money. "Thanks John-- you take care." He merely nodded and backed out of the booth. After that I dressed, no longer horny. It hadbeen a couple hours and my ass took seven cum loads. It was time to head home and see if I could find a horny bottom online to take the nut load that had been worked up from my trolling. And there's always a bottom looking....

I used to get bred by a cousin and we fucked up until I left for college -- he has a huge thick dick

Thanks everyone. It's nice to hear you're enjoying the tale. There's two more instalments to go, then it ends. I've written them, I'm just editing them now. It's been surprisingly fun! I'm happy to take ideas for the next story though...!

I reconnected with a 21 year old guy called Zach a year after our holiday romance. He was the hottest twink in town and I introduced him to fisting. I'll skip the romantic part when our eyes met across the crowded bar. 30 minutes later we were behind a boat shed in a secluded cove tearing each others clothes off, kissing, licking, sniffing and biting and exploringn each other. I spun him around, dropped to my knees and spread apart his asscheeks. His stretched out asshole looked looked well used and not the neat little asshole it was a year ago. " you have been a naughty little slut" " I've been stretching my hole out for you" " it must have taken a lot of men wrecking your hole" then buried my tongue in his hole. " I've been such a fucking slut" I could feel his hole opening up with my tongue then wriggled two fingers in his hole but was ready for more so I pulled them our and shoved them in my mouth along with a third .Zach was begging my fist but I couldn't get pass 4 fingers and a thumb knuckle deep. We had no lube so I ate his hole the slid back in knuckle deep. Zach was now up against the boat shed as I rotated my fist back till I was wrist deep. Zach was telling me that when other men ff him he imagines it's me instead aa I was gently expanding his inside and opening up his second hole with my fingers. I was able to form a closed fist which I couldn't do a year ago. He was loving the internal punches I was giving him. Zach sas sounding like a love sick puppy so i pulled out my closed fist half way till his asslips were stretched around my knuckles. Good, that made him behave more like a faggot. I went back in and told him that I'm gonna give him 5 punches, I gave him 10. He reached his limit at 20 punches. I would have given him more but there was blood on my fist and wrists and in his around his rosebuding fuckhole. I hugged and kissed him from behind then he said " now it's your turn"

Yeah I must admit the thrill of the chase has a hold on me as much as the destination, and yeah I'd rather the fun not to be over. On the other hand, I have repeatedly said - on here as much as myself - that I'm not gonna test until I can be reasonably sure that that test will be poz. Bit of a fool's errand maybe, but as crap as I feel right now, I can't be sure this is fuck flu or regular flu. I have heard of one either guy in the area who had a regular flu and also got knocked out by it as I have. So yeah it could well be wishful thinking on my part tbh. And on the matter of being thrilled that I might or might not be shooting poz cum: I'm a total btm. That idea really doesn't touch me at all if I am honest. My function in sex has never been to be the one who cums. That runs so deep. My chase is for different reasons to this. Anyway, apologies if I've derailed this conversation with my current stuff - on with guys sharing their definite fuck flu stories! 😄

Started wanting with a classmate when we were both 11. Progressed to sucking each other. First time he came was down my throat a few weeks later. My first time was age 12, jerking off while sucking him.

Nah never push out the loads. 6 is the magic number to after that it’s gonna get cumsloppy no matter what u do. Plug my jockpussy before collecting more to make sure all the alpha nut stays inside.

Loved taking the ride on Greg's adventure! Awesome!

Chapter 7 For the past month Jason and Brad has been fucking almost every other day. Jason has open to the role of being a sub bottom more but there are days the two of them will reverse their roles. Brad has also come clean about the rush Jason felt. Jason surprisingly was even more curious about it. However, he is still very conservative about it because he didn't want it to get in the way of his performance on the volleyball court. Just when Luke was wondering why Jason never came back to him Brad revealed to him that they were classmates so he's been satisfying Jason's lust. The conversation gave Luke an idea so one Friday after he called Jason into his office. Jason got hit in the face pretty hard at practice a few days ago and had a headache. He thought that's why he was being sent to the trainer's room because he was diagnosed with a mild concussion and hasn't been cleared to return to the court. Jason arrived wearing a white athletic shirt and red shorts that could barely contain his bulge underneath it. Truth be told, when Jason was on his way to trainer's room, the image of Luke's mature man hole got him aroused but he did his best to keep it contained but at the same time some part of him was hoping that he'd get to fuck Luke again. When he arrived, Luke could clearly tell that Jason had on a pair of jocks underneath his shorts because he could see the outline of it. He ignored what he saw and acted professional and checked in on Jason. After running some tests, Luke said “I think you are all clear to return to court….” Jason was excited to hear that then Luke continued and said “however, there's something else that might be a problem" Jason looked confused and asked “hmmm…what is it?" Luke said “do you remember the piss test you did a few days ago? It came back positive for some illegal substance use" Jason's heart sank. He completely forgot about the piss test because the day he did the test, he had a head splitting headache. He had no idea it was all a part of Luke's plan. In his panic state, he started begging Luke not to report him and that it was only a one time thing. He said he'll do anything and ask Luke to please not to report him. Luke asked "anything?” With a grin on his face but his back was facing Jason so Jason didn't see his facial expression. Then Luke said “well….how about this. I just got new furniture and I received a notification saying that it is delivered but the whole thing is quite heavy and I think I'll need some help assembling it. I like you so if you can give me a hand with my new furniture. I'll let this one slide. I'm about to head home now. Can you come help me?" Jason responded “yes of course" he was both relieved that Luke wouldn't report his test result to his coach and at the same time he was excited because of what happened the last time he went to Luke's apartment. He got in his car and followed Luke back to his condo. When they got to Luke's door, there was a giant box that was sitting right outside. They pulled the box in together and started assembling it. It's a black padded bench. Jason thought it must has something to do with athletic training and didn't ask any questions. When they were done, Luke offered Jason a glass of water, just pure water this time because Luke suspected Brad may have introduced him to G so there's no point in putting it in his drink. Luke came back into the living room and opened up a small delivery box and pulled out a couple poppers and two silver aerosol cans. “What are those?" Jason asked “These? They are poppers…sort of" Luke responded “They look different from normal poppers" Jason said “They feel different too. Wanna try it?" Luke asked “Um….sure” Jason hesitated for a second but he thought maybe he'd get to fuck Luke again if he go along with it "Let me go grab a small rag” Luke said while Jason sat back on an accent chair and checked his phone. Out of nowhere Luke's arms came from behind and he said " so here's how you do this’ Jason could smell Luke's cologne from his arms and it felt like Luke was super close to him and was breathing down his neck when he spoke. Holding onto a folder rag, Luke spray the can onto the rag for a good 5-6 seconds. Jason could see where the spray was but smelled nothing. He leaned in to press his nose into it but Luke says “oh no. Not with this. Open up your mouth" then Luke shoved the rag into Jason's mouth as deep as he could. He made sure all of the area he spayed is in Jason's mouth then he instructed Jason to take a deep breath. Jason initially was surprised by Luke's action but followed Luke's instructions anyway. As he breath though the rag, inhaling a breeze of chemical air into his lungs, he face got hot and vision began to pulse in sync with his heart beats. He heard Luke said "two more deep breaths boy”. As he breath in the second breath as hard as he could he looked over to Luke who is now shirtless wearing nothing but a pair of blue jock with the side of his balls hanging out on the sides. He was wondering when did Luke strip away his clothes as he took on a 3rd deep breath then felt Luke pulling the rag out of his mouth and put it in his own mouth to breath through it. Luke's nearly lost his vision completely and he couldn't remember what was going on. He felt a hand holding onto his jaw open and something shoved in his mouth and a hand pulling and pushing his head as he allowed his throat to be fucked by Luke's huge dick. He heard Luke said “that's it boy. That's it." He opened up his mouth as wide as possible and let Luke's cock enter his throat as deep as possible. It blocked his airway but his mind couldn't quite comprehended what was happening just yet. After about 1 min, he felt Luke pulling his dick out of his throat. Luke's dick is now wet and fully covered in Saliva. As he regained consciousness, he found himself kneeling on the bed with Luke's cock right in front of him but he doesn't care. Jason wanted that cock more. He didn't even realize that he was wearing nothing but a jock and his cock was as hard as it has ever been. Luke was hitting a bong at that time. As soon as he noticed Jason looking at him, he grabbed Jason's chin and breath all of the smoke into his mouth. It was so much that Jason couldn't inhale all of it but he instinctively exhaled them onto Luke's dick bc it's what he always does with Brad when he receives smoke this way. He was about to work on Luke's cock again but he felt Luke lifting his chin up. The room swam around Jason as he took the third deep breath through the soaked cloth, Luke's potent scent filling his nostrils. His eyes watered and his throat burned, but his cock stood at full attention, begging for relief. Luke pulled back, his cock glistening with a mix of sweat and Jason's saliva, and Jason felt a strange sensation building in his core. The poppers had done their job, amplifying every sensation and stripping away his inhibitions. Jason looked up at Luke with a mix of confusion and lust, his lips still parted from the rough treatment they'd just received. "Suck me," Luke commanded, his voice a deep rumble that seemed to resonate through the very air. And suck him Jason did, his mouth moving in a frenzy as he worshiped the thick, veiny shaft in front of him. It was wet and sloppy, his tongue slurping around the head while his cheeks hollowed with each bob of his head. He could feel the pressure building in his own cock, his body responding to the raw, primal need to please the man above him. But Luke had other plans. He gripped Jason's hips and with surprising strength for a man his age, he flipped him over onto the bed. "Straddle my face," he growled. The poppers had turned Luke into a beast, his eyes gleaming with a hunger that was both terrifying and exhilarating. Jason didn't hesitate. He climbed over Luke, his legs on either side of the trainer's broad shoulders. The coolness of the bed contrasted with the heat of Luke's breath on his ass as he positioned himself above the man's face. The anticipation was almost too much to bear. He felt the tip of Luke's tongue press against his hole, a gentle but firm pressure that had his whole body quivering. Then, without warning, Luke's tongue was inside him, stroking and teasing the sensitive tissues within. The sensation was unlike anything Jason had ever felt before. It was as if every nerve ending in his body was centered in that one spot, and Luke's tongue was playing a symphony of pleasure. He could feel the man's stubble against the sensitive skin of his thighs, the scratchy fabric of the jock Luke was still wearing brushing against his balls. His own cock was leaking precum onto the bed, the need to come bordering on pain. Luke's tongue grew more insistent, delving deeper with each pass. His hands gripped Jason's ass cheeks, spreading him wide to allow better access. The young athlete's muscles tensed and relaxed in time with the rhythm of Luke's mouth, his hips rocking slightly as he tried to push back against the skilled tongue that was fucking him so thoroughly. The pressure was building, the heat in his groin growing more intense with each flick of Luke's tongue. The poppers had turned his world upside down, heightening every sensation Suddenly, Luke pulled away, leaving Jason's hole quivering and begging to be filled. He looked up at the young man, a smug smile playing on his lips. "Your turn," he murmured, moving his way down Jason's body. Jason's breath caught in his throat as Luke's mouth closed around his leaking cock. The feeling was indescribable—like a warm, wet heaven enveloping him, sending shockwaves of pleasure through his entire being. His eyes rolled back and his head fell forward, his fingers curling into the bed sheets. He had never felt so exposed, so vulnerable, yet so alive. As Luke worked him with his mouth, Jason could feel the man's beard brushing against his sensitive skin, adding an extra layer of sensation to the already overwhelming mix. The trainer's hand cupped his balls, rolling them gently as his tongue danced along the underside of his shaft, lapping up the droplets of precum that had formed. It was too much; Jason couldn't hold back. He threw his head back and moaned, the sound echoing through the apartment, loud and unrestrained. Luke's grip tightened, his mouth moving faster, and Jason knew he was going to cum. His voice was strained and desperate, but Luke was in no mood to let him off easy. He reached up with his other hand and grabbed Jason's balls, giving them a firm squeeze. The pain was sudden and sharp, cutting through the pleasure, making Jason's eyes water. He tried to pull away, but Luke's hand on the back of his head was unyielding. With a sadistic grin, Luke released Jason's cock and gave his balls a hard slap, the sound echoing through the room. The pain was intense, and Jason's orgasm retreated, leaving him panting and frustrated. "Not yet," Luke whispered, his eyes never leaving the younger man's face. He signaled Jason to turn around and reached for the bong sitting on the nightstand, his hand shaking slightly with anticipation. Jason watched as Luke packed the bowl, his eyes glued to the older man's biceps flexing. He licked his lips, eager to taste him again, but Luke had different plans. He lit the bong, the smoke of tina filling the air. The smoke swirled around them as Luke took a deep hit, his chest rising and falling. He offered the mouthpiece to Jason, “I know you know what to do” Luke said. Jason was both surprised and turned on. He took the bong from Luket greedily. Luke warmed up the bubble for Jason as he inhaled in the thick white cloud. When he was about to stop, Luke said “No. Keep going boy. Harder…..harder……harder…..ok you’re good but hold it in” then Luke leaned back and flexed his rock hard dick and gave Jason a look at the direction of his hard dick. Jason got back to the position he was in before and moved toward Luke’s cock. His world had narrowed down to the sensation of Luke's hard cock against his lips, the taste of the lingering tina in the air, and the anticipation of the coming rush. He felt like he was floating on a cloud, the room around him a hazy blur as he let out all of the smoke on Luke’s cock. Then he heard Luke's voice cutting through the fog. "Take it," he growled, pressing the rag into Jason's mouth. The chemical smell was intense, but Jason obeyed without hesitation. He inhaled deeply, the fumes cooling his throat and nose. The room spun, the colors grew brighter, and his body felt light, like it might float away. The rag was removed, and Luke's cock replaced it, pushing into his mouth with surprising force. Jason took it all in one swift motion, his eyes watering as he gagged. He could feel his throat stretch. His mind raced, his thoughts a jumbled mess of pleasure and confusion. He just wanted to please Luke. Finally Luke’s entire cock is in his throat. He knows that because his nose is resting on Luke’s balls. Luke held his head in that position forcefully for a bit then finally let go. Jason’s head sprung up from Luke’s cock, letting his hard cock out of his throat as he gasped for air. Luke gently kissed Jason’s hole and said “god…..that’s a beautiful hole”. Luke propped himself up while Jason got lost in the maximum impact trance. He lube up his hard cock and began sliding it up and down along Jason’s buttbrack. Jason felt Luke's cock nudging at his entrance, the slickness of the lubricant allowing the tip to slide back and forth with ease. The anticipation was maddening—his body tense, waiting for the moment of penetration. The room was filled with the sound of their heavy breathing and the wet smack of Luke's cock against his skin. Luke's cocke danced around the edge of his hole, teasing him, building the pressure until Jason was practically begging for it. “Here it comes boy” Luke said while putting his hands around Jason’s neck and pulling Jason upper body up toward him. The first push was slow and deliberate, the head of Luke's cock breaching the tight ring of muscle with a gentle pop. Jason's eyes widened as the sensation overtook him—his body stretched to the brink of pain, but it was a delicious, thrilling pain that he craved more of. He whimpered and pushed back, trying to take more of Luke's length inside him. Luke’s cock was like a hot knife through butter—it didn’t hurt, it just filled him so completely. The feeling was indescribable. With each slow, deep thrust, Jason's body grew more and more accustomed to the intrusion, until finally, the head of Luke's cock was buried in his ass, his cheeks resting against Luke's pelvis. "Oh, fuck," Jason gasped, his voice breathless. "Please, fuck me." His words were barely coherent as he pleaded for more, his body trembling with need. Luke chuckled darkly, a smug expression crossing his face. He positioned his cock at the entrance of Jason's hole, already slick with lube. "Patience," he murmured, pushing the tip inside. Inch by inch, Luke filled him up, his dick stretching Jason's tight opening wider than it had ever been. The pain was intense, but Jason's body was already craving the fullness. Luke's thick, veiny length slid in deeper, and Jason's eyes widened, his mouth forming an 'O' of pleasure. "That's it," Luke said, his voice gruff. "Take it all for me." He pushed further, the sound of their skin slapping together filling the air. Jason's cheeks were flushed, his eyes glazed over. His fists clenched the bed sheets as he took Luke's entire length, feeling like he was going to split in two. "You're doing so good, baby," Luke praised, his hands on Jason's hips, guiding him through the agonizing ecstasy. He began to thrust, his movements slow and deliberate at first. "So tight, so hot," he groaned, his own pleasure evident in every grunt. Jason's breathing grew ragged as Luke's pace picked up, his cock hitting all the right spots with a rhythm that was driving him wild. The older man's beard scraped against his skin, sending shivers down his spine. The smoke from the tina bong still lingered, making everything seem surreal and heightened. "You're going to cum for me," Luke ordered, his voice low and commanding. "Cum without touching yourself." The challenge sent a bolt of electricity through Jason. He nodded, his eyes locked onto Luke's, as if by sheer willpower alone he could hold back his climax. Luke's hands roamed over his body, pinching his nipples and digging into his flesh, pushing him closer to the edge. The friction grew unbearable, and Jason's moans grew louder. He felt his body tighten, his muscles clenching around Luke's cock. "I'm gonna...I'm gonna..." With a roar, Jason's orgasm ripped through him, his cock spurting cum without a single touch. The intensity was so great, he thought he might pass out. His body convulsed, wave after wave of pleasure washing over him. Luke never stopped moving, his own climax building, his eyes never leaving Jason's face. The room was silent except for their heavy breathing, the smell of sex and tina thick in the air. Sweat glistened on their skin as they both revealed in the aftermath of their shared release. "Good boy," Luke murmured, pulling out and collapsing onto the bed beside him. He grabbed the bong again, taking a hit before passing it to Jason. "Now, let's do it again," he said with a wink. Jason's eyes widened, his body still trembling. He took the bong, the taste of Luke's precum still on his lips. He inhaled deeply, the smoke filling his lungs, and handed it back. "Fuck yes," he breathed, his desire for more already growing. And so they continued, their night of passion and power play stretching into the early hours of the morning, the lines between pleasure and pain blurring into something exquisitely addictive. With a feral growl, Luke slammed into Jason one last time, his cock swelling to its fullest before erupting deep inside him. The younger man felt the hot rush of cum fill his ass, Luke's thick, pulsating member leaving him no choice but to accept every drop. His body clenched around him as the orgasm hit him like a freight train, his eyes rolling back in his head and a scream tearing from his throat that was a mix of agony and euphoria. When the tremors of his climax finally subsided, Luke pulled out, his dick glistening with a mix of sweat and cum. He grabbed Jason's chin, tilting his head up. "Clean me up," he demanded, his voice still thick with lust. Jason, his body still quivering from the intense fucking, eagerly leaned in to obey. He took Luke's cock in his mouth, the taste of his own ass mixing with the salty tang of the older man's cum. He swirled his tongue around the tip, lapping up every drop before moving to the shaft, savoring the flavor of their combined pleasure. As Jason worked Luke's dick with his mouth, the trainer couldn't help but admire the way his pupil had taken to his instructions. The boy was insatiable, hungry for more of his master's cock. He watched as Jason's eyes watered from the effort, his cheeks hollowing out as he sucked and licked, ensuring not a single drop was wasted. Once Luke was clean, he pushed Jason's head down to his still-sensitive hole. "Tongue," he barked, and Jason obeyed without hesitation. He tentatively poked his tongue into the sticky mess, tasting himself on Luke's cock. The act was so degrading, so deliciously dirty, that it only served to turn him on more. He lapped at Luke's opening, his tongue exploring the warm cavern that had just been stretched to its limits by the older man's girth. The taste of their combined release was intoxicating, making him want to dive in deeper, to devour every inch of him. Luke's hand was back in his hair, guiding him, pushing him in further. "That's it," he praised, his voice tight with arousal. "Suck it all out." Jason moaned around his task, his tongue sliding in and out of him, his own cock hardening once more at the feeling of Luke's fingers pressing into his cheeks, controlling him completely. He could feel the man's cock growing hard again, and the anticipation of another round of dominance and pleasure made his heart race. Their breathing grew ragged as Jason cleaned him up, the intimate act bringing them closer together in a way that transcended mere physical connection. When Luke was satisfied, he gently pulled Jason's head back, a soft smile playing on his lips. "You're a natural," he murmured, stroking the boy's hair. "But we're not done yet." With a wicked glint in his eye, he grabbed the lube again, signaling his intent. "On your back," he ordered, and Jason eagerly complied, his body more than ready for whatever Luke had in store for him next. The trainer positioned himself between the younger man's legs, his cock now standing tall and proud. He leaned in, whispering in Jason's ear, "You're going to love this." And with that, he plunged back into him, their bodies moving together in a symphony of need and desire. The sound of their flesh slapping filled the room as Luke fucked him mercilessly, the slickness of their combined cum making the sensations all the more intense. Jason could only whimper and moan, his body no longer his own as he was used and pleasured beyond anything he had ever experienced. The night was still young, and Luke had no intention of letting up.

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

Tommo grabbed Dave's hair and pulled him away from his face. He could only grin as he looked at the young lad's face. He was lost in horniness. Niall spoke up, "Time for another round of this I'd say" he said handing the lighter and pipe to Dave. "Take another few hits there man". Like a good apprentice Dave followed the instruction taking three big hits. The tingling ran all through his body and he was feeling so horny. He passed the pipe to Tommo and, without thinking starting reaching down into his boxers to wank himself off. Tommo didn't bother taking a hit, he was more interested in what the young lad in front of him was at, "Ha, good idea there, what you reckon Niall?" Niall smiled at Tommo and both men stood and removed their underwear revealing two semi swollen cocks that were only getting bigger. The young apprentice couldn't believe what was going on. At the back of his mind this seemed wierd to say the least but the alcohol and drugs had lowered his inhibitions to the point that he simply didn't care. He was horny, his buddies were horny. Niall's cock was lovely, natural even, uncut nice girth, about 7.5inches (same as me, he thought), nice bush of pubes. Tommo's was longer he noticed. 8 or 9 inches he guessed, slimmer than his own and Niall's but cut and completely devoid of hair. Dave was rejoined by both men on the couch as they started wanking and chatting as if this was the most natural thing in the world. Tommo sat on Dave's right, placing his left arm behind the younger lad's head while slowly stroking his meat with his right. "Everything alright there lad?" He asked, noticing a slightly crest fallen Dave still with his hand inside his own boxers. "Fuck sake, can't seem to get properly hard", the apprentice blurted out. "Ah", Niall began, "that can happen with T lad, gives ya the mood but not the horn. Don't stress bud, give it time, relax, we can help sort ya" he finished his reassurance with one of his trademark winks that got Dave flustered. "I've an idea" Niall said, grabbing Dave by the hand and leading him out of the sitting room. The 19 year old followed his mentor into a guest bathroom. "Sometimes a good shower helps, ya know just clean yourself down and out" Niall explained to his apprentice who was only half comprehending what he was hearing. "Lose the boxers and step in there" said Niall, in strange, half commanding tone Dave recognised from work. He did as instructed, followed by Niall who switched on the shower and toyed with the temperature. Still in the fog of T, Dave was puzzled, the nozzle was an odd one he'd not seen before, "that some fancy yoke?" he asked. Niall just laughed to himself, "No lad, it's not for your head, it's for your ass". Dave seemed to sober up quickly hearing this, "what?!". "Don't worry kid, it won't hurt. It'll help clear ya out a bit. I did it earlier myself, so did Tom when he freshened up earlier". Niall explained to Dave about how the nozzle would spray water into him, how to hold it and sit over the toilet to realease. Dave was dubious, he felt like he should go, but Niall was so calm and matter of fact, besides, as Niall had explained, the clearout apparently helped with getting hard. For the next while Niall helped guide Dave through the process, eventually proving successful with a stream of clear water flowing from the younger lad. "Well, how do ya feel?" Niall asked the teen, "Good yeah, think it worked, feels like I'm sobered up a bit." said Dave, rubbing his hole, not quite believing what he had just done. "Ha, yeah kid, it's a life saver" Niall responded as he changed the shower head, "c'mon, we both need a rinse after that" motioning Dave to join him in the shower. The shower seemed to relax both men, they chatted as they washed, the occasional friendly grab or slap of an ass cheek. Just like the showers after training or a match Dave thought to himself. As they dried off Dave felt refreshed, it was as if he'd just woken from a great sleep. When they returned to the sitting room the two found Tommo had switched the TV to porn. On screen, two muscle bears were spit-roasting a cute blonde who's tits were bouncing around. Dave was mesmerised. "Fuck sake, I thought you two were gone out for the night" joked Tommo, "right" he continued, "I'm gonna have a quick refresh myself" passing the other two for a shower. It wasn't long before Tommo came back to find Naill and Dave chatting as porn still played in the background. "Fuck lads, things are dying here, better change it" he declared as he refilled the pipe and lit it up. For the next few minutes the lads took turns taking hits, shotgunning and having a laugh. "How long since we had the cans?" Niall asked, "a few hours" responded Tom with a knowing smile. With that Niall went to the fridge, took out a bottle of coke, a jar of clear liquid and a syringe. Dave watched as Niall put an amount of the clear liquid into a glass for each and filled them with coke. "Here, down this, it's fantastic with the T" Niall explained as Dave took the glass and along with the other two men downed it in one. "Fuck that's rotten" the young man said. Tommo quickly took a hit from the pipe and pulled Dave in for a shot gun before once again slipping in his tongue. Dave was feeling very relaxed and loving the feeling of Tommo's stubble against him. He was loving how good this felt as Tom slowly led him onto the floor with Dave lying on top. As they kissed slowly, both enjoying each other, Dave felt Niall's hands massage his calves. He was loving it as hands slowly but surely made their way to his ass cheeks. He was so horny, he could feel Tommo's boner growing underneath him, when suddenly he was shocked back to reality. His cheeks were spread and a tounge was licking his hole.

I totally agree with Turbocs37. I'm just a sperm pig. Normally on my knees at a dark spot at a rest area. As an easy cum gutter. I do not see the men I suck. I just feel their cock dumping their load down my throat. And that gives me the ultimate happiness