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not my story I enhanced it, cleaned it up and made it better this is one off story. I doubt there will be a series. I was 21 and didn’t feel like wearing underwear. Half my clothes were in the wash anyway, and sometimes I just didn’t bother. They were just sweatpants, no lining, no support. You could pretty much see the shape of my dick when I moved. I didn’t think much of it. I wasn’t out to impress anyone anyway. The laundromat was dead quiet. The machines were humming, the air was warm, smelling of heat and cheap detergent. I was folding a pile of towels when he walked in. No bag. No soap. Just a hoodie, black sweats, and this way of looking at me like he already knew what kind of night it was gonna be. He sat for a bit. His tall lanky frame unfolded in the chair. He was well over 6 foot tall and dark complected with just a hint of dark curl of a bro fro. He didn’t say anything, but I felt it. The stare. I kept folding, pretending not to notice. Then I saw the movement. His hand slowly slid under his waistband. He wasn’t hiding it. I froze. Towel halfway folded. He stood up and came over and slid right up behind me. “Keep folding,” he said, quiet but solid. I turned back to the table, heart pounding, dick getting hard in my pants. I bent forward a little to grab another shirt. That’s when he grabbed the waistband from behind. But only in the back. He pulled the fabric down just enough to expose my ass. The front stayed up. I was hard and leaking, pressed against the inside of my pants, but he didn’t touch that. He let his hand settle for a second on the back of my neck. Just rested it there. Didn’t push. Didn’t grip. But it said enough. I didn’t move. Then I heard him spit in his hand. The sound of wet skin followed fast. A second later, I felt the fat, hot head of his black cock nudge against my hole. No small talk. He pushed in. I grabbed the edge of the table and held my breath. He was thick, warm,and relentless. He filled me with one slow, steady thrust until his hips were pressed tight against my ass. He took what he wanted and gave me what I needed. Then he started to fuck me. Rhythmic. Deep. His hips slapped against me, balls heavy, breath heating the back of my neck. He never touched my cock. He just used me. Every thrust rocked me forward, rubbed me harder against the inside of my pants. My dick was trapped, sensitive, throbbing. Precum had already made the fabric damp. He panted. Fucked me harder. Still had that hand resting on my neck like I was his to use. “You gonna cum in your pants like this?” he asked. “I am going to knock you up!” he breathed! “Fill you with my poz babies.” I couldn’t answer. My body was way ahead of me, making it's own decisions. I pushed back to meet his thrust. It hit fast. I tensed, moaned through my teeth, and came hard into my sweatpants. Hot, sticky pulses soaked the front. As I shot my last negative load. I felt it spread over my skin, wet and warm, pressed tight between cock and cotton. He kept going. Grunting, thrusting deeper, fucking me harder. Then I felt him throb. And he came inside me. Thick spurts of his tainted seed. I felt every last pulse of his dark cock The way he stayed buried, the pressure, the warmth leaking out the second he pulled back. He let go of my neck. Tugged my sweatpants back up like nothing happened. My ass was slick, my hole sore, my front soaked with cum. It clung to me, heavy and warm. He looked at me once, calm as ever. “Laundry’s not so clean anymore.” Then he walked out. I stood there. Legs shaky. Cum dripping between my cheeks, balls sticky, pants a mess. My life changed forever Then I folded the next towel.

It was a hot summer day, far to hot to stay in my baking hot flat. The only problem was I had no money to go anywhere. I opened my front door to the stairs to sit on a folding chair where it was slightly cooler than my flat. I was stripped down to just some long shorts and a vest top, but my body was still slick with sweat. I'd been hitting the gym more lately, since leaving university last year I'd been trying to trim some fat and add a little muscle and was looking pretty good if I say so myself. The door opposite opened. I'd not long moved in, so I hadn't met the neighbour before. He was an older guy in his 60's, maybe 5' 9" with a shaved head and grey moustache. He was wearing some flimsy short shorts and nothing else. He had some slightly faded tattoos across his chest under some fairly thick chest hair, and he seemed pretty wiry strong although with a bit of a beer belly. He smiled at me as he leant against his doorframe. "Too bloody hot, isn't it?" he said. "Yeah..." I said. I was trying not to stare, but as he moved, I was pretty sure I saw his dick shift under those shorts. "I'm John." He stood up straight and put his hand out to shake. That time I definitely saw a massive cock swing free in those flimsy shorts. I dragged my eyes away and saw him leering at me a bit too knowingly. Shit, had this old guy just clocked me staring at his crotch? "Uh, Colin" I stumbled as I shook his hand. "Why don't you come and cool down in mine? Your side of the building catches all the sun." He offered. I stood up and had already agreed before I realised, what the hell was I doing? Had I really just wandered into this guy's flat? I didn't know who the hell he was. But apparently my brain wasn't consulted. I'd recently admitted to myself I was bi, but had never been with a guy before, but I knew i liked older guys and the idea of being submissive. He led the way into the living room. I sat on the couch he gestured towards, but he stayed standing above me. His bulge was about 12" from my face, I struggled to keep eye contact. "So, you single?" he asked. He still had that knowing grin on his face. "Because if your not you should probably try harder not to stare." I stammered for a bit, but he just laughed. "Don't worry, I'm flattered, a young guy like you checking me out. You'd think you'd never seen a cock before." He swayed his hips a little and I could see a slowly hardening outline of a cock shift hypnotically. "Well, actually....apart from my own...and porn.." I said without thinking as my eyes followed the motion. I can't believe I just said that to a guy I met two minutes ago. His grin widened a notch."Wow, a virgin! Never even seen a real cock?" My cheeks turned red with embarrassment, but my cock hardened. "Well, do you want to see mine?" "Uh, I mean that seems a little, eh...." I stammered. "A little look won't hurt. No harm in a quick peek." I nodded my head, that was true, wasn't it? I was curious, was it as big as it seemed under those shorts? He hooked a thumb at the elasticated waistband of his shorts and pulled them down. A thick 9" cock sprang out of the shorts. It was almost hard, still a little droopy but already it seemed massive, compared to what I had. It had some thick veins up the shaft, and a a tattoo of a plus sign on the just above the base in his well trimmed pubes. He swayed his hips and my gaze followed it intently. "Wanna touch it?" he asked. I reached up towards it slowly, I gently wrapped my hand around the shaft. My hand barely fit around it! "What does the tattoo mean?" I asked, trying to distract myself from the voice in my head telling me to stop. "Oh, it means I'm HIV positive." he stated very matter of fact, still with a grin on his face. I froze as I heard it, my eyes broke from the hardening cock and I looked up at him as I released my grip in shock. He laughed. "Don't worry, you'd have to do a lot more than that to worry about catching anything." "I mean yeah I know that, sure, but, uh...still..." "Tell you what, I'll flip a coin. You win, I just stroke myself to show you how big it can get. You lose, you stroke it for me. Still no risk there, is there?" Somehow that made it easier. I nodded dumbly. As he reached over to a table to grab a coin his cock came almost brushing my face. He flipped it and caught it, covering it with his other hand. He smiled and nodded at me. "Uh, heads..." I managed eventually. Either way should be fine, right? He lifted his hand to reveal the coin. Tails. I wasn't sure if I was more relieved or apprehensive as I shrugged and took hold of his cock again. After a few seconds of stroking his cock was rock hard. I stared as a drop of precum started to glisten at the tip. "You want to see something else?" he asked. To be continued

Hey guys. Part one of first story on here. Feedback welcome. 😈 PART 1 “Mmm I want that boy inside me so bad”, I said to myself as I pulled up in front of my house and looked across the street to see Louis heading out for a run. 18, tall and tanned, with dirty blonde hair and deep brown eyes. Wearing a white running vest and short green shorts, showing off his smooth arms and hairy legs. The sexy-as-fuck son of my neighbour Alice. Louis noticed my car pull up and gave me a wave with one of his large hands while he ran the other through his fringe, showing a dark tuft of hair in each armpit. Was that a bulge in those skimpy shorts, or just my wishful thinking? Either way, I’d already been super horny all the way hone, having picked up a weekend’s worth of supplies from my dealer; now, as always, seeing my beautiful boy crush took me to the next level. I pulled my eyes away from Louis’ body as he jogged down the road and got myself in the house. About half an hour later, I was showered and wearing my favourite CUM PIG jock, ready to start hitting the pipe and cruising hook up sites. I was just checking I had enough of the drinks and snacks that I like to have while parTying, when my doorbell rang. “Hmm, I’m not expecting anyone.” I slipped into some shorts, but didn’t bother with a top. My front door opens straight onto my studio apartment’s combined living/sleeping space (aka my parTy palace), so I did a quick check that nothing naughty was on display anywhere, then I opened the door. Standing before me was a very sweaty Louis. He was a little out of breath too. Both of these facts made me hard and I was pleased that my jock was holding me in place under my shorts. I think my ass got a little wet at the sight of him too. It normally does. “Hey Louis, you ok?” “Sorry Andy, mum’s away this weekend and I forgot my key. Can I use the spare you keep for us?” His voice was - always is - so sexy. A little husky and resonant, but still not quite a man’s voice. “Oh I don’t have it at the moment bud. Alice asked for it back when you guys were having that work done on your bathroom.” “Shit.” “Does anyone else have a spare?” “Nope.” “OK, I see … Er, well you’re really sweaty and hot from your run, so why don’t you come in, use my shower, put on some of my clothes and then we can work out a plan.” “That would be awesome Andy, thanks.” I move aside. Louis steps past me into the apartment. I can smell his sweaty body and for a second I almost lean forward and lick his glistening salty skin. Then I take control of myself, shut the door and show him towards the bathroom. “Help yourself to soap and stuff. What’ll drink when you’re out? I’ve got beer, Pepsi …” “A beer would be great. Thanks again Andy, I won’t take long.”

Sam and I drove down to Bendigo on Saturday to meet up with his buddy Sean, who told us that he had already arranged a play party for a bug chaser. "His name is Michael, and he's a kid in university, just 20 years old," Sean said. "He's desperate to get pozzed. He's been asking me to arrange a conversion party for him for the last six months! So today I told him come over and I'll make his dream come true." "Twenty years old! He might be our youngest convert yet!," said Sam. "Yeah, definitely a twink. I really think this is going to be a lot of fun," Sean said. Half an hour later and two more of Sam and Sean's buddies drove over . The five of us sat around drinking beers waiting for the future poz boy. Pete and Ricky were a bear couple, both of them bears. All of us were in our 50s and 60s, but I was the only one who wasn't poz. Finally, the guest of honor arrived. "What a cutie," said Sam, running his fingers through Michael's hair. Michael grinned and planted a kiss on Sam's mouth, which prompted Sam to pull him closer and roughly force his tongue in Michael's mouth. Michael offered no resistance. In no time, all of us were in Sean's bedroom, madly pulling off our clothes. Michael was soon on his back on Sean's king sized bed, with Sam between Michael's legs rimming his hole. Sean was sucking Michael's cock while Pete and Ricky played with Michael's nipples. I stood on the sidelines watching and fondling my rock-hard cock. No doubt about it, Michael was adorable. Probably only 5'5" tall, blond with almost no hair on his body. He may have been 20 years old, but he looked like a choirboy. The only surprise was the large Prince Albert ring on the tip of his uncut cock, which now had hardened to a good 7 inches. "Okay, boy, time for your breeding," said Sam, pulling Michael's ass down to the edge of the bed and raising his legs up over his shoulders. "This is your last chance to back out, faggot." We all knew that Michael wouldn't back out, he was moaning with his eyes closed from all the pleasure he was getting. "I'm staying," Michael said. "Please breed me, sir!" "So you want my poz cock in your ass, boy? You ready to get the gift?" "God yeah, sir," Michael groaned as Sam slipped a lubed finger into his ass. "Please poz me, I want it so bad, sir." "Okay boy, since you asked so nicely, here goes!," said Sam, ramming his gorgeous cock into Michael's ass. Michael screamed as Sam stretched out his hole. It may have hurt at first, but as Michael's pussy loosened up he soon began pushing his ass back onto Sam's cock. Pre-cum was leaking from Michael's pierced cock, which Sean promptly licked off. My cock was leaking too. This was the hottest scene I'd ever been in. Watching these men working over this twink's body was better than any porn movie I'd ever seen. I had to stop jacking my cock or else I would have shot my load in a minute. Michael was rocking his ass back on Sam's cock, begging him to breed him. "You ready for my poz cum, boy?," asked Sam. "You want my toxic load deep in your faggot ass?" "Oh fuck yeah," Michael yelled. Ricky was jacking Michael's cock and squeezing his balls, forcing a thick ribbon of cum shoot out, landing on Michael's smooth chest and stomach. "That was your last negative load, boy," said Sam, slamming his cock hard into Michael's ass. Both men shouted out as Sam emptied his jizz into Michael's boy hole. The rest of us cheered this epic breeding. After catching his breath, Sam eased his still-hard cock out of Michael. When some cum dribbled out of Michael's hole, Sam quickly used his finger to scoop it up and push it back in. "Hold that cum in, boy," Sam scolded him. "Let my poz babies work their way in and get you pregnant." Sean was next, holding Michael's ankles high while slipping his cock into his hole. Sam stood up and put his dripping cock against Michael's mouth. The boy eagerly licked and sucked every drop from Sam's dick while Sean pumped his load into Michael's ass. After Ricky and Pete had taken their turns shooting their poz cum into Michael's ass, Sam looked over at me and nodded. "Join the fun, Rob," he grinned. He didn't have to ask me twice. Michael's hole was a sloppy creampie by now. Four toxic loads were inside, beginning their work of converting Michael from negative to positive. I pushed my hard dick into Michael, loving the feeling of the wet loads surrounding my cock. After just a few thrusts I added my jizz to the pool of cum coating Michael's rectum. All of us climbed onto the bed, cuddling and kissing Michael. "Welcome to the club, Mikey," said Sam, stroking Michael's head. "How does it feel to be in the poz fraternity?" "Oh my god, it feels so good," he said softly. "Thank you, everyone. You've been so good to me." Seeing the look of sheer bliss on Michael's face made me realize that I hated being out of the fraternity. But I wasn't ready to make that commitment just yet. I still had to overcome my fear of being HIV+. And I wasn't sure I could. -To be continued-

Chapter 2 – Guy number 1 In the first chapter, I tell about an evening with my buddy Alex. He told me that he had a special night planned for me and that I should prepare for a long and hard workout on my ass. We blew some clouds, then he put me in the sling, locking my feet into the stirrups and putting a blindfold over my eyes. Before he fisted me, he gave me a nice bump. I’ve been enjoying his work, but he left the room, and I’m pluggedd and in the sling. I kept flexing my ass muscles to play with the plug in my ass. It was deep inside me and gave me a nice stretch, so I enjoyed the sensations while I was alone. I found that I was able to reach down and play with the plug with my untethered hands, so I was twisting it around and pulling it partway out to really stretch my hole. Alex returned and took a few more pics with the plug stretching my hole. “I’m sending these to some of the guys who are coming over. This’ll let them know how much of a pig you are”. He was working the apps since I could hear the telltale notifications going off. While he was on his phone, I was working the plug around in my ass. At one point, I pulled it out and shoved it back in, which prompted a groan from me. That must have gotten Alex’s attention. “Piggy’s ass is hungry tonight”, he purred. “You fucking know it is”, I responded. “Maybe something new should go in there”, he said. He picked out a new dildo for my ass. “This one is thicker and longer. I can fuck you with this for a long time.” He pulled out the plug and started to insert the toy into my waiting hole. This was a thick one, and I felt an intense stretch as he slowly pushed it into me. I reached down and spread my ass wider for him to make the entry easier. “Do some poppers. The knot is ready to go in”, he commanded. I opened the bottle and took a few good snorts. Alex was twisting the toy around inside my ass, letting it rub against my inner walls. He waited while I capped the bottle and lay back in the sling. “Push out, pig. It’ll make this easier.” I pushed out as Alex pushed in. I felt the knot at my hole, then my ass opened up to swallow the bulge. It felt fucking incredible inside me. That was when I noticed the slight burn, telling me he was using laced lube. Between the smoking and bumping, plus this new introduction, I was spinning beyond belief. Once the knot was settled in my ass, Alex started to rotate the toy inside me, adding in small in and out motions as well. I was writhing in pleasure as the toy stroked over my ass. Next, he pulled it back, so the knot was just inside me. Alex knows how much I like a good stretch at my hole, and he was giving that to me now. He twisted and turned the dildo around, letting that knot traverse all the muscles of my ring. The feeling of fullness was intense, and I was in pig heaven. He played like that for a while, then we heard his doorbell ring. He shoved the toy in all the way and told me to keep it inside me while he answered the door. I did as he commanded and held the dildo in place, turning it around inside me. I heard Alex and another guy talking in the hallway. The other voice was not one I recognized and it was exciting to know that another guy was about to walk in on me while this massive toy plugged my ass. “Damn, this hole is even better in person”, I heard. Alex chuckled and said, “Do whatever you want with it. He’s just a hole.” My ass throbbed in response to this. “First, we gotta get you spun”, said Alex. I heard the click of the torch, then smelled the pungent smoke as it was building up in the pipe. Someone took a hit, and I could tell they passed the pipe back and forth. One of them came over and put his mouth over mine. I instinctively opened up, and we shotgunned some clouds back and forth. “This one’s all yours”, the other guy said. He clicked the torch, melted the crystals, then held the glass cock to my lips. I sucked as much of the smoke as I could and held it in my lungs. When I exhaled, I’m sure there was a huge cloud. “Again”, he demanded. I happily complied. After three hits, I was flying high. The new guy took his time getting settled in, but I could hear him and Alex rustling around as they smoked some more. The new guy asked about my limits and Alex told him that I wasn’t up for blood, shit, or extreme pain, but pretty much everything else was fair game. “Niiiice”, he commented. All this time, the knot dildo was embedded in my ass. I was turning it and pulling it back and forth to keep the lube active. The new guy must have noticed because he commented on how hot it was that I couldn’t keep my hands away from my ass. I chuckled at that and suggested that he get his hand in my ass. He seemed to agree because my hand was pushed away, and another hand took over control of the toy. He was twisting it around in my ass and pulling it back and forth but never taking it too far back. We played like this for a while, with me moaning in pleasure and him increasing the speed of his movements and getting the toy further out of my ass. He pulled it back more than he ever had, and the knot popped out of my hole. “Fuck, I didn’t know you had all of that inside you”, he exclaimed. With that, he pushed it back in deep and then pulled it out, using the knot to stretch my hole. He kept it from popping out this time before plunging it back in. He asked Alex to hold the toy while he lubed up his hands. Alex used one hand to control the toy and tweaked my nipples with the other. “You’re gonna love these hands”, he told me. “He’s an amazing top.” “Pull it out”, the other guy said. Alex pulled the toy out, and I immediately felt the new guy’s hand at my hole, preparing for the entrance. He slowly slid his hand into my ass. Even though his hand must have been folded in a duck position, he kept expanding his fingers out, giving me a great stretch. When he found my prostate, he paused there and used his fingers to tickle my gland. I responded with a groan and my cock responded by pumping out some precum. The new guy chuckled, and someone took my cock into their mouth, enjoying my sweet fluid. Now, he pushed past my prostate and started to go deeper into my ass. His arm would still rub against my sensitive gland, but it was clear that he wanted to go well past that point. He was in pretty deep when he stopped his insertion. He was flexing his fingers around inside me, probing my depths. I love that feeling and was pulsing my ass in appreciation. He was feeling around inside me just before my second hole. His fingers were teasing me, letting me know that his pleasure was in giving me pleasure. “Do some poppers, pig. I’m ready to go deeper.” I opened the brown bottle and took a few deep inhales, holding the last one. Once he knew that the chemicals had taken effect, he started to probe deeper into my bowels. He used his fingers to crawl forward through my ass. With the poppers and the T, my ass was open and ready, and he was taking full advantage of it. He kept moving forward in small increments until I felt the crook of his arm at my hole. Fuck me, he had his entire forearm embedded in my ass! I’d only gotten this deep a few times, and it was usually after extended play. Here was a guy who had only been working my ass for a (relatively) short time, and he was deep inside me. “Get some pics of this to send to the other guys”, he suggested. Alex snapped a few shots, as evidenced by the click of the camera app. “Oh yeah, these will work well”, he said appreciatively. “I’ll send them out.” The new guy was moving back and forth in slow, deliberate motions. Sometimes, he’d keep his hand all the way past my second hole, and other times he’d pull back to reenter through that sweet spot. One time when he pulled back pretty far, I heard him squirt more lube on his arm. That told me that he planned to stay in my ass for a good, long time. I was ready for that. While he was plunging his forearm into my ass, the doorbell rang again. “Go ahead. I’ll just get fisting this pig”. I heard Alex leave the room to answer the door. The other guy kept his arm inside me, moving it around a little more aggressively now. I guess he wanted to give the new guy a good show when he walked in. I had absolutely no complaints as he was working my ass over like a pro. “Fuuuck”, the next new guy said when he entered the room. “Yeah, this’ll be awesome”, said another new guy. There were now five of us, with me as the designated hole. This was going to be wild!

Note: I didn't remember this story anymore, but since it appeared in my notifications, I decided to write another part after 4 years. I hope you like it. PART III He was still suspicious when our kiss ended. I pulled back slightly to gauge his reaction. Luke's eyes searched mine, the uncertainty in them unmistakable. The lights coming in through the window reflected off the wetness of our lips, casting a rainbow of doubt across his face. "I don't know, man," Luke said, his voice thick with hesitation. "I just found out I'm HIV positive. Having sex without a condom doesn't seem like a good idea." The way his eyes searched mine, the vulnerability in his voice, it was like he was handing me a secret wrapped in fear and hope. "Luke," I said, taking a step closer, my hand reaching for his, "I'm HIV positive too. And it won't be a problem for me. I can see you want this just as much as I do." His gaze dropped to the bulge in his pants, and he took a deep, shaky breath. "Dude, I'm Luke O'Brien, the star player on the biggest hockey team in town. I can't have HIV. Being gay is hard enough." I was surprised. I had no idea this guy was a local celebrity when I first fucked him. I was never really into sports, so his name didn't mean much to me. But now, it added a thrilling twist to our encounter. "I'm Colton Andrews," I said, my grip on his hand tightening. "But my friends call me Colt. I'm just a fucked up bartender. I have no money, no fame, but I want you to put that dick inside me. I don't care if you have AIDS or any other disease, I just want you to fuck me raw. Can you focus on that?" To drive my point home, I reached down and firmly grabbed his dick over his pants. He gasped, his eyes going wide, and for a moment, I thought I had pushed too far. But then, something shifted in his expression. It was like a dam had broken, and the raw, primal need took over. He nodded, and the tension between us grew thicker than my wrist. Inside my bedroom, I pushed him against the wall, the paint cold and rough against my fingertips. The room smelled faintly of sex and cheap cologne, a stark contrast to the heat radiating between us. Our clothes fell in a tangled mess on the floor, a testament to our haste. I could feel his heart hammering against my chest as we kissed again, his hands fumbling with my belt. The sound of metal clinking and fabric ripping filled the air as we both gave in to our carnality. Luke's skin was hot and slick with sweat, and I could taste the salt on his lips as we kissed with a hunger that was almost painful. When we finally made it to my bed, the mattress creaked in protest under our combined weight. We didn't bother with the lights, letting the moon spill in through the blinds, casting us in a soft, bluish glow. I laid back, my heart racing as Luke climbed over me, his muscular body straddling mine. He positioned my legs over his broad shoulders, his eyes never leaving mine as he lined up his hard, bare cock with my eager hole. "I want you to fuck me with that poz cock and cum deep inside me," I told him, my voice a hoarse whisper. The words hung in the air, thick with desire and challenge. Luke searched my gaze, his expression a mix of lust and apprehension. "Are you sure, man?" he asked, his voice a low growl. "I want it as much as you do," I assured him, feeling the heat of his body pressing into me. "I want your poison inside me. I want your poz babies." The room seemed to hold its breath as the reality of what we were about to do sank in. His eyes went dark, his pupils dilating with a newfound hunger. "This is crazy," he murmured, "but I've never felt this horny before." I took a deep breath, feeling a shiver of excitement run down my spine. "Then fuck me hard," I urged him. "I know I'm not usually a bottom, but tonight, I want you to give it your all. Don't hold back." With a nod, Luke positioned the tip of his cock at my entrance and pushed in, slow and deliberate. I felt the head of his dick stretch me open, the sensation unlike anything I had ever experienced. "I've never fucked anyone without a condom before," he said, his voice strained with restraint. "This will be the first of many times," I reassured him, gritting my teeth as he invaded me further. "Now you don't need to use protection anymore." With a final, deep breath, Luke gave in to his instincts and plunged into me, his cock disappearing to the hilt with a wet slap that echoed through the quiet room. I gasped, my body tightening around him, the pleasure mixed with a hint of pain. It had been a long time since I had been fucked raw, and the feeling was overwhelming. He began to thrust, his movements at first tentative, as if he were afraid of breaking me. But as I wrapped my arms around his neck and pulled him down for another bruising kiss, he picked up the pace. Our bodies moved in a rhythm that seemed to have been written in our very DNA, two desperate men seeking solace and pleasure in each other's embrace. Each thrust was a declaration of want and need, a silent agreement to share our darkest secrets, our deepest fears. We were two men, bound by a shared fate, seeking to find something hot in the chaos of our lives. And as Luke's cock filled me up, as his warm, sticky precum leaked into me, I knew that for this one night, we had found it. "Fuck me harder," I begged him, my voice hoarse from the passion. "Cum inside me. Give me your poz seed." "I can't last much longer if you keep saying things like that," he said. "But it's true, I want your poz seed so bad," I almost cried. The words seemed to have an electric effect on him. His eyes snapped open, and his pupils were so dilated that his irises had almost disappeared. "Oh, fuck," he groaned. "That's so hot." "Does it turn you on?" I asked, my own voice thick with arousal. He nodded, his breathing becoming more ragged. "Yeah, it does." So, I kept saying it, whispering it into his ear as his cock slammed into me over and over again. "Cum inside me. Give me your charged up seed." The room was a cacophony of sounds, the slap of skin on skin, the creak of the bed, and our harsh, animalistic gasps for air. And with each repetition of those words, Luke's movements grew more urgent, more demanding. He was close, I could feel it in the way his muscles tensed around me. I fought my own urge to cum, because I didn't want to waste even a drop of my precious cum. I had a better destiny for my seed. "Give me your charged load," I said again, and something in me snapped. It was more than just a desire for release; it was a craving for a deeper connection, a bond forged in the fire of our shared fate. With a guttural roar, Luke buried his face in my neck and drove into me one final time. I felt his cock pulse deep within me, his hot, thick cum filling me up as he came. The sensation was indescribable, a mix of pleasure and pain that seemed to resonate through every fiber of my being. As we lay there, panting and sweaty, I could feel his cock slowly softening inside me. His cum was leaking out, painting a warm trail down my thigh, a physical reminder of what we had shared. And in that moment, I felt something that I hadn't felt in a long time, a sense of belonging. We stayed like that for a while, not speaking, just feeling the aftershocks of our passion rippling through us. And when he finally pulled out, we both knew that we had crossed a line that couldn't be uncrossed. But we didn't care. And as we lay there, entangled in the messy sheets, I knew that this was just the beginning of our journey. Together, we would face the judgments and the fears that came with a reality that was as raw and as real as the sex we had just shared. "How are you feeling?" I asked, my voice gentle and soothing, stroking his hair. "Man, that was hot," he murmured, his heart still racing from the intense climax. "I never thought I could get this horny." I stroked his sweat-soaked hair, feeling a warmth spread through me that had everything to do with the heat of the moment. "Poz sex is the best kind of sex, isn't it?" I whispered, smiling into the crook of his neck. "Yeah," he breathed out, his voice still shaky. "It was the best sex of my life." I felt a twinge of satisfaction at his words. It wasn't about the ego boost; it was knowing that I had given him something he had never experienced before. Something that had allowed him to let go of the fear that had been gripping him so tightly. "Are you still freaking out about finding out you have HIV?" I asked, my voice gentle. He took a moment to think, then looked up at me with a surprising glint in his eye. "It's still a little scary," he admitted. "But I also feel... free." The words hung in the air between us, charged with the weight of his newfound liberation. "I've been scared of it my whole life," he continued, "but now I know I can have sex with anyone without worrying. And without using a condom..." He trailed off, his eyes glazing over with lust as he thought about the possibilities. "I don't think I'll ever be able to use one again after what we just did." The power of those words was not lost on me. This was a man who had just been handed a new lease on life, a man who had been given permission to indulge in his desires without the fear of judgment or repercussion. And I was the one who had given it to him. "If you're willing to follow me," I said, my voice low and seductive, "this is just the beginning. I want to help you fulfill all your wildest fetishes. Whatever you think is morally wrong, it won't be [banned word] for me. Think of this opportunity as a gift." He chuckled, the sound vibrating against my chest. "Okay then," he said, his voice thick with sleep. "Thanks for the gift." And with that, he closed his eyes and let himself drift off, nestled in the safety of my arms. I looked down at him, my own cock still hard as a rock, but I knew it could wait. Tonight had been about more than just my pleasure; it had been about giving Luke something that he had never allowed himself to experience. But the hunger inside me was growing, and I knew it would only be a matter of time before I would need to satisfy it. Before I could act on it, though, I needed to make sure he was truly ready to walk this path with me. As he slept, I traced the curve of his spine with my fingertips, feeling the warmth of his body against mine. The moon cast a soft glow across the room, highlighting the contours of his muscular back and the tattoos that snaked down his arms. His breathing grew even, his chest rising and falling with each deep inhale and exhale. I watched him for a few moments more, then slid out of bed, careful not to wake him. I walked over to the window, the cool air sending goosebumps across my skin. The city sprawled out before me, a sea of lights and shadows, and I knew that in the vast expanse of the night, there were others like us. Others who craved the same raw, unbridled connection that we had just shared. And with a smirk, I realized that Luke was just the beginning. Together, we would explore every dark corner of our desires, pushing the boundaries of what was accepted and what was forbidden. It was a journey I had been on before, but with him by my side, it felt like I was starting anew.

In, out. In, out. Left fist, right fist. Left fist, right fist. The guy fisting me was working my ass liked a pro. He had me gaping and accepting of his huge, hairy paws. There were moments where I could barely pay attention to the cock in my mouth and just let it rest there instead of sucking it. It was oozing out a steady stream of precum, with maybe a little bit of piss mixed in. The smells in the room were intense. There was the man musk from the cock I was sucking. It was coupled with leather from the sling, poppers, sweat, the acrid smoke from T, and that enticing scent of raw sex. The room was heady with aromas. My sense of smell was probably enhanced by the fact that I couldn’t see anything, since Alex had put a blindfold on me before leading me to the sling in his playroom. My legs were shackled to the stirrups, but he left my hands free. That way, I could feel up the guy whose cock I was sucking and move my arms around to stay comfortable in the sling. I had no idea how long I had been in the sling or who it was that was fisting my ass or whose cock I was suckling in my mouth. Let’s go back to the start. Alex and I have gotten together many times, with our play time usually revolving around getting spun and then engaging in deep and extreme ass play. Over the years, we’ve talked about, and fulfilled, many of our fantasies. Tonight, Alex told me he was going to let me live out one of my dream nights. I would be placed in his sling, unable to get out even if I wanted to, and he would invite multiple men over to violate my ass. Some would fuck me, some would fist me, some would use toys on me, but they would all understand that I was just a hole. When I got to his place, we spent some time with just the two of us playing. We started with some clouds, and Alex got into the sling. I worked over his hole and then began to penetrate his ass with one of his toys. This was the prep work for getting my fist into his ass. I knew just how Alex liked it. One hand would be in his ass while the other worked his cock or tweaked his nipples. His hairy ass was a joy to play in, and I always had a great time with him. By this point, his hole was a beautiful mess of hair and lube. My hand was lubed up and, after the toy play, slid into his ass with ease. His favorite was to have me keep my hand in him while I twisted it around and worked it deeper and deeper into his ass. I knew that I had already breached his second sphincter and was well into his colon. Now, I was making some rotations and slight shaking of my hand inside him, while the other stroked his cock. Occasionally, I’d slide my hand up across his belly and onto his hairy chest. There, I’d find one nipple that I would tweak and turn in sync with the hand in his ass. When I’d turn my hand left, I’d twist his nipple to the left. When I’d go a little deeper, I’d apply more pressure to his tit. I gave the other nipple some attention before returning to his cock, stroking it and rubbing the head. All the while, my other hand was wandering around inside his ass. After a bit of this, Alex told me that it was my turn in the sling. Knowing that he liked a slow withdrawal, I took my time pulling out of his ass. He did some poppers when I was about halfway out, and I took time to massage his canal while he rode that high. When my hand popped out, his hole looked amazing. He asked me to put one of his plugs in, so I selected one of the larger ones he has and inserted it. Then, he was ready to get out of the sling. I helped him to stand up, then wrapped my arms around him when he was standing. That way, I could support him if needed, but it was also a great way of bonding and thanking him for allowing me such intimate access. I also liked feeling our furry bodies rubbing against each other. “Your turn”, he told me. With that, I got settled into the sling. I was surprised when he tightened the stirrup straps around my feet so I couldn’t easily slip them off. Then, he grinned wickedly at me as he walked up to the head of the sling. He grabbed a blindfold and put it on me, blocking all sight. He made sure to place a bottle of poppers under me so that I could use them whenever I wanted. Alex began by working his hands over my body. He rubbed my chest, paying special attention to my pierced nipples. He knows that nipple play gets me leaking precum, and he would dive down to lick that up from my hairy belly. My tits are extra sensitive from the piercings, and he was working them nicely. When he would take my cock in his mouth, it always seemed to choose that moment to dump out a load of precum. Alex eagerly lapped it up and would occasionally share some of the sweet goodness with me. He hadn’t done much with my ass except a few swipes over my hole, but my ass was needy and ready for some hearty play. Since my hands were free, I used them to rub Alex’s body and dip my finger into his hole. I would sometimes reach down to my own ass to get it lubed up and ready for whatever he had to give it. I had worked three fingers from each hand in my ass and was using them to pry my ass open. It opened easily since I was seriously horned up for the coming night. While I was rubbing him and fingering his ass, he chuckled and said that he was going to sit down on the stool. He moved away and sat on the stool at the base of the sling. I wanted to give him a good show, so I used my hands to spread my hole for him. He groaned in appreciation and leaned in for a few licks on my ass flesh. That felt great, but I wanted more. Alex took over working my hole. He used his lubed hands to probe my ass, quickly getting all the fingers from one hand inside me. He used those to rotate around, letting his thumb trail around the outside of my hole. Each time he passed over my taint, I squirmed a little more and could feel my hole respond by twitching and opening more. Then, he pulled all the way out. “Hmm, this ass needs something else”, he said. He pulled his hand back and I just laid there, ass open to the world, waiting to see what he had planned. He walked away for a bit and returned soon. “This will do nicely”, he growled as his fingers slid into my ass. As he moved them around, I could feel the telltale burn of a shard being spread throughout my ass. Soon, I felt the oncoming rush as the T hit my bloodstream. This must have been a good-sized shard since the burn lasted for a long time. All the while, I was getting deeper and deeper into the Tina haze. Alex walked away again. When he returned, he said, “We need pics of this pig hole”. I pulsed my ass as he took some pictures then I spread it open with my fingers. “Damn, that is one hungry hole”. I nodded in agreement and kept working my ass open. He put the camera down, and I heard the pop of the cap on the lube bottle, followed by the squishing noises as he spread the lube over his hands. My ass was already well lubed, so there was no need to add more there yet. “Poppers”, he demanded. I grabbed the bottle, opened it, and placed it under my nose. A good deep snort in each nostril would do for now. I recapped the bottle, slid it back between me and the sling, and threw my hands back behind my head. Once Alex knew the rush from the fumes had their grip on me, he slid his hand into my ass. He went pretty quickly since I was so open and ready. The poppers and T probably helped ease his entry, too. He knows how I like to be fisted, so he went in as far as he could and held his hand there, slowly flexing and extending his fingers. He teased my second hole, and it willingly let him in. Once there, he proceeded to twist, flex, and probe even deeper. It felt fucking amazing, and I was a pig in heaven. Next, he started his pullout. He went slow, all the while twisting and turning his hand inside me. He didn’t initially pull all the way out but used his hairy paw to stretch my hole open. Alex was using his knuckles to expand my opening, then he’d sink his fist deeper into me. Then, he’d go back to using his knuckles to get my ass to gape. When he did finally pull out, he said, “Look at that hot fucking hole.” I pulsed my hole in appreciation of his comment. Alex told me that the night was going to be a special treat for me. Little did I know what he had in store for me, but I was ready for more. He lubed up a large butt plug and slid it into my ass. After his fisting, it went in with little resistance and I felt the flared based lodge in my ass. Then, I heard Alex walk away.

On all fours at my place with a random from the apps sliding his fat cock into my neg hole raw. Mid fuck I looked back and asked him if he was poz, he said yeah and I got scared and tried to pull away, He grabbed my hips, and says 'Where do you think you're going" and proceeds to fuck me even harder. My mind was racing, i couldn't believe what was happening, but my cock was harder than ever before. and then I just surrendered, embraced the moment and realised what I had always wanted was happening right now He filled my ass, then fisted me afterwards. I loved it.

I can't believe I'm here, and I can't believe I'm really doing this. I'm in a sling looking up at Sam's handsome face and sweaty torso. I close my eyes as he leans over and begins kissing me. Naked men with hard cocks are all around us, watching. Then I feel the head of Sam's big dick start to probe my ass, The guys cheer as Sam's poz cock slides all the way into my neg hole. It won't be long before Sam pozzes me with his toxic cum. I've got a huge hard-on as he starts fucking me. ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------ It was about six months ago that I saw my first pozzing porn video. At first I thought, what the fuck? I mean, bareback videos are one thing, but videos where guys are actually trying to infect each other with HIV? And these aren't just fake movies, these are real. But as I watched a guy with a biohazard tattoo above his crotch getting ready to shoot his load inside another guy's ass, my cock got hard. Real hard. And even before the guy in the movie came, I came. Wow what a turn-on! I got obsessed. I looked around the internet for anything to do with pozzing. There weren't many videos around, and most of those were low-quality, and obviously fake. But a few were pretty good, and I watched them over and over again. Great jackoff material! I found websites where guys posted about being bug chasers or gift givers. Most of the posts seemed like fantasies, but some of them rang true. It seemed there actually were guys out there who searched for negative men who wanted to become positive, and vice versa. I started to wonder if I wanted to become a bug chaser too. That's when I met Sam online. He posted about being HIV+ for the last 20 years, and how he would meet up with negative men who wanted to get pozzed. I reached out to him and set up a coffee date to talk about it. We met at a cafe in Melbourne's Fitzroy neighborhood. Sam was healthy looking and handsome, a bit younger than me with reddish hair that was turning silver. He was easygoing and loved chatting all about his gift-giving activities. Sam told me that he usually was on meds, but during the summer months he quit taking them. "My viral load goes up and I become infectious again," he said. "I spend the next few months fucking as many bug chasers as I can. When I go back on my meds, my viral load becomes undetectable." I asked him why guys wanted to be poz. "I think of it as a bond, a fraternity and a connection between hot, masculine, virile men. The confidence to embrace the intimacy and the slippery pleasures....I find that handsome and sexy. "I think giving and taking potent loads makes men feel more masculine and connected. Weird how just seeing guys unload in each other and thinking it might be a poz load is such a turn on for me. Muscles, hairy, solid builds, sweat and cum. Just looks and feels good. Enjoy it I say." Hearing Sam talk about it like that gave me a throbbing boner. Then he started describing some of his exploits and I got even more turned on. "I find it really hot having a poz boyfriend or buddy and us breeding guys together. I love gloryhole breeding. At a gloryhole it's usually pretty clear if a load is being offered and a guys is open for loads. Can get down to business and plant a poz load without too much waiting. "My first vacation trip to Europe with a buddy, planting potent loads was an amazing buzz. Beach dunes, fuck clubs and hotel hookups. "I sometimes visit a buddy in Bendigo and he arranges hookups for us to go and tag-team breed local guys. I enjoy doing that together. Say, would you like to join us sometime? I think we're going down there this weekend if you're free." "Oh, fuck yeah! You don't have to ask me twice," I answered. -To be continued-

Chapter 4 I wake up to Craig sliding his cock in my ass. He tells me how good my ass feels, wet and loose; velvety smooth and slick for his cock. Slowly sliding in, he is balls deep in no time. He slides out, leaving just the tip of his cock in my distended ass folds and then slams back in. His cock head slides across my prostate causing me to moan from the pleasure. My cock trying to expand; immediately hurts as its encased in the cage instantly deflating. Craig sensing my discomfort whispers in my ear, he’s going to teach me how to cum with my now locked cock. He explains it’s different but in many ways I’ll find it more intense, lasts longer and will turn me into a sex craving degenerate. He explains to me to bear down as he fucks me. We develop this rhythm where he bones me 3-4 times, he allows me to catch my breath then fucks me again as I repeatedly bear down. Telling me it feels like I have to pee he’s says no, that’s precum leaking from my cock. I reach down and feel the tip of the cage and find it is wet and slippery. He tells me to taste and as I put a finger in my mouth taste the sweetest precum I’ve ever produced. Reminding me to bear down, Craig continues his assault on my ass. My fingers are now collecting more and more of the sweet liquid and find myself trying to make the stimulation deeper. I start rocking my ass back and forth as he holds still against my prostate. My ass has a mind of its own as I start pummeling back and forth using his cock to stimulate my gland. I’m rubbing the cage back and forth as my ass starts a full-on rape of Craig’s cock. Knowing what is happening Craig pleads with me to pull his cum from his cock. I’m sweating profusely as my eager desire to find relief takes over. I keep this up easily for ten minutes, trying hard to find satisfaction. My cock is firm but not hard and is leaking profusely. Craig no longer able to control the stimulation screams out as my attack of his cock forces him to explode another poz load into my willing ass. He stays hard as I continue unabated, my ass demanding his attention. Suddenly a feel a wave of ecstasy and I feel a rush of fluid leak from my cock. My body starts convulsing as I ride the wave of endorphins, losing myself in the explosion of senses hitting my body. This keeps on going for 2-3 minutes as I’m unable to stop the flood of stimulation. My chest is tight and I’m having trouble breathing as the crescendo slowly abates. Craig pulls me tight into his chest, my ass still empaled on his cock, and tells me to concentrate on breathing. I hear him tell me--deep in and out as I slowly recover and attempt to match his words with my breath. Telling me to hold still, Craig starts a slow fuck and within just a few strokes tenses up and grunts as he delivers another toxic injection. Pulling out he tells me how hot that was and congratulating me on my first locked anal orgasm. Craig helps me up and says it's time for bed. My legs are wobbly, and he leads me into the bedroom helping me to slowly lay down. He grabs the butt plug next to my bed, collects some cum leaking from my ass and uses it as lube to cap my hole and stop the leaking. He kisses me and tells me to get some sleep. It’s close to 3AM and asks if he can take a shower before leaving explaining he needs to go so he can get some sleep before having to be back to work at 10. I tell him go for it though I must have fallen asleep as soon as I hear the water running as next thing I know, I’m waking up and glance at the clock and see its 11 AM. My ass hurts as I stagger to the shower. Standing under the warm water I pee and then slowly remove the butt plug. Expecting a deluge of cum, I’m pleasantly surprised as I bear down and only a small dallop of pink jizz hits the floor.

Gang banged several times. Once, I took 14 loads from 10 guys while I was in a sling. When I went to drive home, I decided to drop the top on my convertible and drive home naked. I put a towel on the seat to catch any cum that flowed out. It was late and my drive would be either on back roads or one highway that usually zipped along. The drive to the highway was uneventful. I merged on with no traffic around, enjoying the air moving over my naked body. But, between exits, I encountered some road construction that took the road down to 2 lanes. We were crawling along when a semi appeared on my right. He could clearly see into my car from his cab. He tooted the horn and I looked over. He smiled and motioned with his head that we should take the next exit. He let me merge in front of him, we both pulled off and found a Walmart parking lot where he could park. I climbed into his cab naked and got another load. He never said anything about all the cum that was already in my ass. Then, I left and walked, naked and dripping, back to my car and drove home. No words were exchanged. I’ve also been gang fisted. Spun in a sling, I took 6 different guys fists. It was another awesome night.

I thought I was going for a play date not knowing that it was going to be 10 hours of me being the party bottom at the gangbang. i was the only bottom, but I don’t usually take breaks, unless it is to pee or check if I need to rinse and I think I spent most of the time in doggy position. My friend wasn’t there when I arrived, but his roommate was and he said he was supposed to warm me up, but not touch. I was very warmed up when he started to play. After the fourth guy showed up, they blindfolded me, and I started to miss the view. The four guys I met or knew had 50-100 pounds on me and I was about 200 and muscular. The first four had 8, 10, or humongous dicks and were all black. At some point, they started to play a game to see who could ram into me the hardest. My knees and elbows were getting the bed equivalent of rug burn. I told them to grab my wrist and ankle cuffs from my bag since I had nothing to hold onto, but they really wanted thigh cuffs and to strap me down. I didn’t have anything for that with me. I asked my friend the next day if he ever got there and he said he was there, but didn’t give me too much info. I think I should be happy they didn’t strap me down more since I was pretty sore the next day as well as hazy. I love New York.

This cock belongs to a top in cologne ho fucks me at least one per week.

Met a guy the other day, a hot married bisexual daddy type. Started with him fucking me then I fucked him for a while in a few positions. Whilst I was spooning him he suddenly told me he was going to cum very soon, to which I replied 'are you not going to cum in me?' With that he got up and pushed me onto my front, and with a quick few wanks of his cock shot some ohf his load on my hole and then shoved his cock in to unleash the rest. Very satisfying indeed!

Chapter 3 – More New Guys Chapters 1 and 2 tell about an evening at my friend’s house, where he promised to give me the night of my life. Alex and I played together a lot, and sometimes, other guys joined us. Tonight, I was the bottom for whoever he had come over. So far, he’s played in my ass, as has another new guy. Two more guys just arrived while the other guy is almost elbow deep in my ass. “How’s his ass?” asked one of the new guys. “Fucking awesome. You’ll find out soon enough.” “Yeah, but we gotta catch up with you guys. You’re all pretty spun.” I heard the torch click, followed by the sound of deep hits being taken from the pipe. They blew clouds for a while, then someone brought the pipe over to the guy fisting me. He still had his arm in me and was leisurely playing in my ass. He took a hit and then I felt him blow out the cloud on my cock and hole. He pulled all the way out, leaving my hole to gape. The next cloud was blown at my hole so some of the smoke could penetrate my ass. Then, they brought the pipe up to me. “Smoke up, hole. You’re gonna get a good workout.” I took a few hits and amplified my intensity. It was already pretty high, but I had no idea what might be coming my way next. My hands wandered down to my ass and I was probing around the fleshy lips of my hole. “Look at that. He can’t keep away from his hole.” “Then we oughta fill it.” I heard the lube cap snap open and could tell someone was getting ready to work my ass. Next, I felt air moving across my sensitive, swollen ass as someone blew lightly on it. I twitched in response, prompting a snicker from the guy. And now, someone was stroking my hole. He’d stroke over it, dipping fingers in as he played. Soon, I felt a hand at my entrance and prepared to be entered again. He pushed in and I opened my ass to let him enter. Fuck, he must have entered with a fist! I guess my gape, and what he saw the other guy doing to me, let him know I could take it. His hand felt great as he dropped into my ass. He hadn’t gone very deep, but I could tell this guy had huge hands. He used his fist to really open my hole. He was playing around at that point where he was providing the ultimate stretch to my ass. While there, he’d twist his hand around, letting his knuckles glide over my ass muscles. He knew what he was doing, and my ass responded in kind, opening more and more for his invasion. It opened so much that he started to add some fingers from his other hand into the mix. Now, it was his fist and a few other fingers that were trawling around at the entrance to my ass. The feeling was intense, bordering on uncomfortable, but he rode that fine line well. He pulled all the way out and added lube to his hands. At this point, my ass was so open and prelubricated that I’m not sure he needed any, but you can never have too much lube. When he entered this time, he went in with a horizontal fist. The first time, he went in vertically, which aligns with my slit, but I was opened enough that he could let the width of his fist enter through my opening. Again, it was intense, but it felt amazing, and I let out a moan of pleasure. He kept driving his fist deeper and deeper into me. He was moving at a slow but steady pace, and my ass was happily accommodating him. He stopped when he reached the bend into my colon, since his fist wouldn’t slide into that narrower channel. Then he started to fuck me with his fist. Back and forth he moved, twisting his fist as he went. He was giving me a true fist fucking and I was loving it. After a bit of this, he stopped with his hand deep inside me and told me to do some poppers. I grabbed the bottle and did two quick snorts, anticipating what was to come. As the fumes hit my brain, I could feel my ass open even more. With a deep guttural growl of appreciation, he started his movements again. This time, it was magic! He was moving his fist back and forth inside me and I reached down to spread my ass open for his violation. I pulled my cheeks apart to give him the best access to power fuck my ass with his fist. We were both making animal noises as he worked my hole over with his hand. Intensity at this level can only last so long, and we both realized that we needed to slow down and take it easy. He buried his paw in my ass and then told me that he was going to pull out. He took it nice and slow, letting my ass feel the hand that had just violated me so deeply and profoundly. I don’t think I’d ever experienced the kind of sensations that he had generated in me, and I was grateful for his effort. Once he was out, he stood up, walked to the head of the sling, and put his lips on mine. After we kissed, he told me how much he appreciated me and my skills. It was a thrill to know this was as unique an experience for him as it was for me. I was laying in the sling with my gaping ass open for everyone to see. I put my arms behind my head, enjoying that heady aroma of my sweaty pits. As I was resting there, Alex suggested that I get out of the sling for a break. “First, we need to take off the blindfold,” he proclaimed. He removed the fabric, and I slowly opened my eyes. Since I had been in the darkness for so long, they needed some time to adjust, but when they did, I was able to see the other guys in the room for the first time. One guy was tall and medium built, with short light brown hair. His body had a dusting of hair on his chest and legs, but not much elsewhere. His cock was hanging low, with massive balls dangling behind it. I’d put him in his 40s Another guy was shorter and thicker in all ways. He had a barrel chest covered in a sweet pelt of fur. I could see that his hair went over his shoulders, too. His cock was thick and nestled in a nest of dark hair. He, too, had seriously low-hanging balls. You know I wanted to see his ass since I was certain it would be wonderfully hairy. He looked to be mid-50s or a little older. The other guy was also hairy. He had a classic dad bod and looked like he might have been a high school or college athlete. Nice pecs, a big belly, and a nice uncut cock. He was very tall and was probably the oldest one there. I pointed to the first guy and said I thought he was my deep fister. He nodded his agreement. I told the second guy he must have been the one who pounded my hole, and his smile told me that I was right. The last guy hadn’t been inside me yet, but I told him there was still time. Alex helped me out of the sling. After being in there so long, I was a little wobbly (OK, the T might have played a role too), so he walked me over to the bed. I sat down, enjoying the feel of my engorged ass. Then, I picked up the pipe and torch.

PART 2 (With apologies to @Pnp-pig that I’m still at the teasing stage 😬😘) Imagining Louis stripping off and dripping sweat just the other side of the door, I tried to control myself. I got two beers out of the fridge and picked out some clothes for him - tshirt, shorts and boxer briefs. The thought of Louis literally in my pants didn’t really help with my stated aim of controlling myself. Quite the opposite. I opened my drawer of weekend supplies, picked up a bag of Tina and took out a chunky shard. Holding the shard in my right hand, I put my left hand down the back of my shorts and confirmed that Louis ‘ very presence had indeed made my ass very wet. Then I pulled my shorts down, bent over, held my juicy pucker open with my left hand and fingered the shard in with my right. My hungry hole swallowed up the shard greedily and I instantly felt the lovely stinging that promised so much. I kept fingering myself, picturing Louis’ fingers working me. I did my best to hold in a groan of slutty pleasure. “Sorry Andy, can I have a towel?” “Oh yeah sure”, I called over my shoulder, my hole contracting around my finger at the sound of Louis’ voice calling out from the bathroom. I stood up, took my finger out my ass, licked it (all the while thinking about it being Louis’ finger, cock or anything) and quickly pulled up my shorts. Stepping over to the bathroom, I picked up a towel from the clean laundry pile and pushed the door ajar just enough to hold the towel on the other side for Louis to grab. But he didn’t grab. “No, Andy, I don’t want to mess up your bathroom by stepping out the shower soaking wet and getting water everywhere.” What a well-brought-up young man. And/or what a great chance to see him naked. Either way, the shard up my ass did my thinking for me and wouldn’t let me pass up the opportunity to see Louis naked. And, in fairness to the shard and my ass, that was the right decision. I pushed the bathroom door open and stepped in, holding out Louis’ towel for him, while finally coming face-to-face with a full frontal view of the beautiful teen about whom I had lusted, jerked off and fingered myself over so many times.

Love it, especially if the Top's fat bare cock inside my boypussy has made me cum before him and he's pulled out a sec to re-lube his cock with my boycum and ram it back in. Then you got all those tastes mixed, his cock, my cunt, his sweat, my sweat, his cum, my cum, maybe a little blood - all at the same time... 🐽🐽🐽

Most public BJ given and received was during mass. I was in the confessional with one of my pervert priests. He pulled the screen back and I sucked him to completion and he did the same for me. As everyone was praying, we are moaning and spraying cum all over the insides of the booth. I’m not sure if he ever cleaned the confessional; I know I didn’t!😜 People had to know what we were doing. And that made it so much hotter and nastier!

💯 % for me, I make it abundantly clear in my profile that I am a cum hungry bottom needing to be bred and filled up with sperm. I have not had a condom covered cock inside me in quite a number of years.

New Beginning Part 4 Once the shock wore off that Alex was in town and on his way, I tossed the phone onto the bed and, just to be safe, rushed into the bathroom for one final cleanup. Grabbing the shower shot, I slipped it in. That’s when it hit me, the app! What the hell was he doing on that one?! I was so fucking surprised to see him, that I’d forgotten which one I was on when I messaged him. I quickly emptied out, showered, and grabbed a towel. After that, I lubed my cunt, something Jack had trained me to do, and double-checked my phone to see that I hadn’t missed anything. I was right, it was the one with my cuntboy profile with the pics of me hooded and collared in a jockstrap. That’s when I saw another text from Alex. ‘Fuck, cuntboy, I wish I had known back then. That’s a good look on you.’ I froze for a second, letting it all sink in, hesitating while I tried to wrap my head around it. Part of me was nervous, he’d seen my pics, and there was no backing out now. Ready or not, my two worlds were finally going to meet. “Fuck it,” I told myself, grabbing the used jockstrap I’d been getting ready for my next session with Jack. I sniffed the leftovers of sweat, piss, and crusted cum and slipped it on. Smiling, I grabbed my collar and fastened it around my neck. Fuck, it felt good having it around my neck again. The only time I wore it was with Jack, and it’d been a while, but shit, it felt right. I checked myself out in the mirror, trying to picture the guy I was the last time I saw him. Yeah, I wasn’t that guy anymore. I stood there, seeing the payoff from hitting the gym. Running my hands over my buzz cut, I laughed, at least that was the same. I could smell my pits, and inhaled. “Fucking perfect,” I sighed, glad I hadn’t washed them and just cleaned out. Grabbing my pecs, I started rubbing and flicking at my tits, moaning as I worked them. I had Jack to thank for that. He’d worked on them, getting me used to the torture until they were thickened up and permanently erect. They weren’t huge like Leo’s were, but nothing could hide them. I’d always catch guys looking at them poking out during work functions which made for some good times afterwards. I’ve sealed some good deals that way. All this was getting my cock hard and had to get ready for Alex. “All or nothing, cuntboy,” I growled, slipping on a pair of wrist and ankle restraints. Walking into the living room, I turned on some music and mindlessly started straightening up the place. The condo was my pride and joy. I had worked hard to get to where I was and be able to afford a place like this. On warm nights, I’d kick back on the deck, gazing at the city lights and reflecting on how far I’d come. I kept on wandering around until my phone went off, snapping me back to reality. “Hey,” I answered, trying to play it cool. “Hey, fucker. Gonna let me in?” "Depends, how badly do you want it?" I teased. “You know, fucker. C’mon,” he moaned. I buzzed him up and waited for the doorbell. Opening the door, I stepped to the side just in case a neighbor passed by and caught myself holding my breath as Alex walked in. Turning around, he stood there in a black hoodie and jeans highlighting his bulge. I smiled down at it, remembering the looks he’d get when we were out together when I’d get him going. He was always popping one. My eyes slowly wandered up his body as I took him in. Fuck, he had filled out in the muscle department and easily had 20 pounds on me now. I closed the door and stood in front of him, waiting for his reaction. “Shit, Luke, fucking even better than your pic,” he smiled, flipping the hood down. On top of everything, he had grown out his hair into loose curls, giving him a whole new look. “Uh, yeah,” I smiled, “I figured, you know, the pics. Might as well just put it out there for you.” “Yep, and you did,” he grinned, checking me out, "Still the same swimmers build, but way more muscle.” “And you, you’re fucking huge!” I laughed, pulling him into a big hug. “Gotta burn off that excess energy,” he chuckled, moving his hands over my smooth skin. “You still shave.” “Yeah, old habits,” I smiled, holding him tight and feeling him getting harder, glad to know I still had that effect on him. “MMMmm, always liked the way it felt,” he moaned, playfully slapping my ass. “Good boy.” “Boy?” I grinned, knowing what he meant. “Yep... boy” he smiled, showing his dimples, before grabbing my tits and feeling them. “Shit.” Nodding, I held his hands and smiled, “Uh, huh.” He leaned down to my tit, lightly teasing it with his tongue. “Aw, fuck,” I moaned, feeling him nibbling on it. I felt my cock twitch and a slow smile crept over my face. Grabbing his head, I pushed it against my pec, “Harder...” He didn’t need me to say anything else. Releasing him, he kept on my tit, his mouth filling with spit as he bit it. It only made me crave more, pushing him to clamp down. “SHIT YEAH!” I yelled out, getting into the pain. I could feel the pain and was loving it. A few minutes later, he let go. “Damn, boy,” he smiled, kissing my tit and wiped the spit from his mouth. We stood there, looking at each other. Finally, he took a quick look around the place and let out a deep breath. “Yep. You’ve done good. Damn,” he smiled, grabbing onto my collar, and came in for a kiss. The kiss was rough, not like the ones we shared in high school. I didn’t mind. It was obvious we weren’t the same guys anymore. Feeling his hand slide into my ass, I let out a sharp hiss as his finger brushed over my cunt. “Yeah, fucker,” he growled, biting on my neck, “That what you want? You still got a fucking hungry hole on you?” “Shit yeah, please,” I begged, wanting him in me again. “Then drop,” he grunted, letting go of me. Quickly, I obeyed, dropping onto my knees, feeling him take control again like in high school. Only this time, there was way more to it. I watched, not saying a word, as he kicked off his boots and unbuttoned his jeans. “Fuck,” I gasped, watching him unzip the hoodie, revealing a harness wrapped tightly under his pecs and pushing them up. His body was fucking even more perfect than before. He stood there legs apart, the tight denim straining against his muscled thighs and calves. “Like what you see?” he growled, pushing his jeans down to show off the bulging pouch of his jockstrap. “Goddamn, Alex,” I moaned, seeing him geared up like that. “How? When?” “After seeing your pics, I figured it’d be perfect. Remember that guy I told you about? My uncle’s neighbor?” I didn’t say a word but kept listening as he stripped down to just the harness and jockstrap. “You could say, he had an influence on me,” he said, walking up to me. I placed my hands on his pecs, feeling the first bits of hair sprouting and stretching down past his abs into the pouch. “Fuck, Alex,” I moaned, not having seen a speck of hair on him since we first shaved for the swim team. “Yep,” he grinned and posed for me. “I was shaved when he met me and liked it. Kept me that way even after I left the swim team after college. I just started growing it out when I moved here. Didn’t feel a need to keep it up.” “Kept you that way?” I asked, wondering what the situation was. “Fucker, remember me telling you he showed me how good a fat cock feels in my ass? I wasn’t a cuntboy like you, but I was his boy. But right now, I want to feel your cunt wrapped around my cock.” Surprised at hearing that word come out of his mouth, I just looked up at him. “Yeah, cunt. Somehow, it fits you,” he said, staring off for a second before crouching and holding my face in both hands. “Fuck yeah, Alex. Fucking breed my cunt,” I moaned, getting into cuntboy mode. “That’s the plan,” he laughed and let go, “Where’s the bed?” “End of the hall,” I moaned, pushing myself to my feet. “Uh, uh,” he barked, “Down, cuntboy.” Nodding, I dropped and started crawling down the hallway towards the bedroom. “Fuck, I always loved how that cunt of yours winked when you were in heat,” he chuckled, behind me. At the side of the bed, I stopped and watched him climb on. He leaned against the headboard and spread his thick legs. I still couldn’t believe he was right there. Taking a deep breath, I crawled onto the bed and leaned in to kiss him. Without skipping a beat, he wrapped his arms around me, his tongue exploring every inch of my mouth. Easing off, I moved down and licked the beads of sweat on his neck, past his shoulder and went for his pit. I started scraping the musky sweat with my tongue before moving on to his tit. Gripping it with my teeth, I started chewing. “Goddamnit,” he groaned, shoving my face past his abs, stopping just short of his cock, the stretched-out mesh the only thing keeping from it. “Holy shit,” I moaned, soaking in the scent. I could smell the stench of piss and sweat coming from the pouch and started chewing on it, making sure to suck every drop soaking in it. "I figured this was something you'd be into, been wearing it to the gym all week. By the smell coming from yours, I was right,” he grinned, taking in the scent of sweat, piss, and musk filling the air of the room. It felt like a dream, being kitted out and servicing Alex in his gear. My head was spinning, and I gripped the waistband with my teeth and pulled it down, releasing his cock. It was just like I remembered it. Pulling it off, my tongue slowly traveled over his lightly hairy sac. “Fuck, yeah,” he moaned, feeling me sucking his nuts in one at a time and holding them in my warm mouth. Tracing the vein around his shaft, I slid the head past my lips and down my throat, taking in the familiar flavor of his precum. “Goddamn cocksucker,” he moaned, “You’ve been practicing.” He was right. I didn’t need him to do anything. I knew what to do. Breathing through my nose, I started to fuck my face on his cock. He just laid there, watching me. I wanted this so much. Grabbing my head, he pushed me off and moved down to my cunt. His tongue started to lap at it. “Goddamn. Fuck me, please,” I begged, his beard stubble scratching my ass. “That what you need?” he growled, teasing me with his tongue and invading me. “FUCK, YEAH!” He must have eaten me out for 20 minutes, loosing me up. “Tell me what you fucking need, cuntboy!” he ordered, taking a deep breath and blowing it inside me. “Cock,” I moaned, feeling his hot breath filling me, happily being used by him in a whole new way. “Fucker, you need anything before you take it again?” he growled, pushing the head of his cock against my cunt. “In the drawer,” I grunted, knowing what he meant. “Good to see you kept it up,” he said in a low voice, opening the drawer and seeing my stash. “That’ll do... for now.” Taking the pipe, he warmed the bowl and fed me the cloud. Inhaling, I took a lungful and held it. That’s when I felt his cock sliding into me. “Fuuuccck!” I moaned, releasing the thick cloud. “More... clouds.” “Sure thing,” he laughed, taking a hit for himself and pulling me up with just the tip of his cock inside me. With the cloud still in his lungs, he smiled and grabbed my face, our lips almost touching, and released it. I hungrily took it in. “Shit yeah,” he moaned, pressing the stem to my lips, and lit the bowl again. “More. I want you like the first time.” Nodding, I drew in the cloud and held it, remembering how I ended up doing what he said back then. I couldn’t say no to him. This was no different. “Fucker, you look so hot right now filling your lungs with that shit. Look,” he purred in my ear, motioning me to the mirror. It was true. There I was, collared and jockstrapped, being fed clouds as I got ready to take cock. He kept the bowl warm for me until the last of the shards were gone. Tossing the pipe, he grabbed my junk. “Just like the first time,” he growled, feeling my limp cock. “Fucking t-dicked cuntboy.” “Shit yeahhh,” I moaned, totally spun. I couldn't resist and pushed, feeling a sharp pain until his crotch pressed against me. Slowly, he pulled out and then pushed back in. “Fuck my cunt!” I begged him again, raising my hips to take him. As the pain went away, I started to moan, fucking myself on his cock. “Fuck, Luke,” he sighed, taking over the fucking. “I fucking missed this.” Every one of his thrusts was landing deep in me. I bucked, begging him to go deeper. I just kept looking up at him, remembering all the times we had. Every jab took me back in time as he stared down at me, stretching me open until I felt my cunt throbbing. “MUTHERFUCKERRRRR!” I yelled out, cum spilling out of my limp cock and drenching my pouch, something only Jack had managed to do before. I could tell he was getting close. His pounding started to shorten, and I gripped his shaft with my cunt as he slammed into me one last time. “FUCK!” he yelled out, blasting a river of white-hot cum and collapsing on top of me in another one of his spasms. Without thinking, I loosened my grip on his cock and held him tight. The moment was gone, and it was as if we were back in my old bedroom. “Fuck, Luke,” he sighed,” I haven’t had that happen since...” “Yeah?” I asked, rubbing his muscled thighs like I used to. He didn’t answer, and that was okay. It was like we picked up right where we left off, comfortable in the silence, until he asked about my life. “So, cuntboy, huh?” he chuckled, pulling on my collar. “Yep,” I joked and crawled between his legs. “After college I met Jack, my Daddy. We’ve got this arrangement...” Taking his slimed cock into my mouth, I started cleaning it. “Shit, Luke,” he sighed, “Your Daddy teach you that?” I just smiled and started my story in between doing my job. He didn’t say a word while I told him everything about how I met Jack and the training he put me through. He just lay there, smiling. I even mentioned how Jack wanted me to become his full-time cuntboy, something I hadn’t told anyone before. When I was done, he just smiled. “I can see why he chose you. You’re perfect. So, this’s his place?” “Yeah, we definitely have a chemistry,” I grinned, always expecting that question when mentioning Jack. “And nope, it’s mine. I own it.” “Nice,” he smiled, grabbing his cock and shaking it at me. “So, piss, huh?” “Yep,” I growled, taking him back into my mouth and giving the ok to let loose. I felt the hot stream of piss escaping the folds of skin surrounding his cock hit my mouth and gulped it down as I locked eyes with him. “Fucking cuntboy,” he laughed, watching me gulp it all down. The piss just kept pouring out, until with a sigh, I pulled off his cock when I felt the last drops hit my tongue. “Shit,” he groaned, shaking off the last drops before pulling me up, “Give me a taste.” I closed my eyes and lost myself in the moment, feeling his tongue force its way in to taste his own chem piss. I immediately reacted, grasping it with my lips and covering it with the last drops mixed with my spit. Releasing his tongue, I took in his slightly dilated blue eyes as he sat back. “Fucking pisspig,” he moaned. “Yep. Total,” I chuckled, settling in next to him. Then, it was my turn to ask him “So, this,” I asked, pulling on his harness, “When did it happen?” “I was wondering when you’d get around to it,” he grinned, “I know I never told you, but it really started that first summer before we got together.” “Together?” I repeated, surprised he saw us that way back then. “Yep, together,” he grinned, nudging me. “Right??” "Right, together," I chuckled, kissing him, "Go on..." and settled back, waiting to hear what he had to say.

I have all but eliminated using hook up sights. I still use sniffies but I find I am using it less and less. It may make me sound like even more of a whore but I do not like the back and fourth conversation. The beauty in being male is we don’t need conversation to get what we need. An example… last night on my way home I stopped off at the Virgil Gilman trail to see if there was any action. I just had backed in and a car pulled up next to me. A black man got out walked down the trail about 100 feet and turned and walked into the woods. I quickly followed. He pulled out his massive and beautiful cock and I assumed the first of two fag poses and got on my knees to suck him. Without speaking he rubbed his hand down my back. To me this is indication for me to get into fag pose number two which is stand, turn around and present my pussy. I did and he pulled lube from his pocket and lubed his massive cock and went to town breeding me. When he finished I pulled my pants up. He pulled his up and we walked out of the woods. Never speaking to each other other at all. This works much better for me than being on an app trying to something up.

Chapter 1 – Part 2: Raped “He’s coming to. Give him another booty bump!” a voice said. “No, please!” I begged. “Shut up, faggot!” A hand slapped my face, and someone stuffed a rag in my mouth. My hands and legs were chained and I couldn’t move them. I was blindfolded. Everything was dark. Something big rammed me up my ass, and I thought it was going to rip me in half. I tried to scream but the rag was muffling most of the sound. I was getting forcefully gangbanged by a group of skinheads I have never met before that night. Completely exhausted, whatever they had been given me started to take effect. My body was swimming, I felt something was happening to my ass, and even if it felt like it was miles away, it felt good. I couldn’t tell how many they were, I just heard many voices, but couldn’t figure out what they were saying. It did not sound like English, and it did not sound like German. The next time I came to it was all quiet. It was still dark, but the rag and the blindfold were gone. I tried to get up, but found I couldn’t move my limbs. I was not tied up anymore, but my limbs didn’t work like they were supposed to. I must have dozed off again. Then woke up again. Now when I looked around I noticed the daylight coming through some dirty windows. I looked around and realized I was in some sort of a basement. I lot of questions popped up in my mind. What time was it? How did I get here? How long had I been here? What had happened? Had it all been a dream? I tried to get up, and realized it had not been a dream. My ass was sore and leaking of cum. Lots of it. I was completely naked, and started looking around for my clothes. I didn’t find them. I didn’t find my wallet or phone either. Luckily I hadn’t brought any cards with me, just cash. My cards must still be in my hotel room. How would I get back to my hotel? Where was I? And how would I find my way back without the gps on my phone? I waited until it was dark again, hoping that there would be not so many people in the streets, as I was as naked as I was the day I was born. When it seemed late enough I tried to open the door, and had a look outside. Looked like I was in a building in a construction area. There was a hole in the fence towards the street outside. I looked through the hole and couldn’t see anybody. Seemed to be lucky so far. But where was I, and in what direction should I go? I tried to keep to the darkest parts of the sidewalk, and made it down the first street without anybody spotting me. On the next street there was a car coming behind me. I tried to hide by getting into the shade from a broken street light. A voice asked me if I was alright in German. It was the guy from the car, seemed to be in his mid 30’s. He had rolled down the side window. Eyeing a hope that he might drive me to the hotel, I stepped forward and told him that I had been robbed and was trying to find my way back to the hotel, but I had no idea where I was. He asked me what hotel I was staying at, and I told him. “You’re walking in the wrong direction,” he told me. “I can take you there.” I felt relieved, and started walking towards the car. “But I won’t do it for free,” he continued. “What? But I don’t have any money!” It was a shock. “Don’t worry, I know how we can work this out.” He got out of the car, grabbed my arm, and led me into this completely dark and narrow side street. He held his left hand over my mouth, so I couldn’t scream, while I heard his other hand opening his belt. He then whispered in my ear: “You will not make a sound. If you do, I will leave you here naked. But I will still fuck your nice little ass either way.” He waited for my nod, before he let his hand go from my mouth. My ass was still sore, so it hurt a lot when the guy’s big cock slid in. “Condom, please” I sort of managed to say while I clenched my teeth together in pain. “I told you to shut up,” while he rammed my ass hard. “Besides, doesn’t seem like the other guys cared.” Then added “Whore!” I used all of my energy to stay still and not make a sound, while he fucked me senseless. It hurt, but it felt good as he fucked me faster and harder. I noticed that my own cock was throbbing like crazy under me. “Are you ready for my poz load?” he whispered into my ear. Not that I knew what that was, but before I had the time to reply, he said “Not that it matters anyway, because it’s going in.” Just as he was saying I felt him shaking for a few seconds with his cock deep inside me, and I heard him grunt some. My cock exploded in the same moment. “Good boy,” he said and patted me on my ass. “Now, let’s get you back to your hotel.” Suddenly he was all nice to me, and drove me back to my hotel. He even grabbed some shorts and a t-shirt from his back seat, and told me to put it on. Back at the hotel, I told the receptionist that I had been robbed, and that I had lost my room card and everything. He quickly made me a new card, and then told me to wait for a second, and he went to the back office. He came out with a phone in his hand, and asked if it was mine. It was. Somebody had delivered it the day before, and no other guests seemed to have lost their phone. But who knew which hotel I was staying at? While I took the elevator up and walked to my room I tried to think hard. Who knew were I was staying? But obviously, my wallet and my room card, nor my clothes, had not been returned. When I got into my room, I took a shower, went straight to bed and fell asleep. It had been a rough night. When I woke up the next morning I checked my phone, and noticed that there was an open window on my browser. It was for the website xhamster. I noticed two words from the title of the video: poz loads. Wasn’t that what the guy who fucked me just last night had said?

The vid I watched for you horny guys [think before following links] https://thisvid.com/videos/little-whore-services-daddy-and-gets-a-protein-reward/

Chapter 3 I wake up alone in bed. Looking at the clock it says 7 PM. My ass is sore and I’m lying on wet sheets. My brain is foggy, when, I realize it’s still Monday and thankfully my assistant cleared the calendar for tomorrow as well. Yesterday afternoon/evening I was tied down and fucked by the Cuban guys and Tom. I start to get hard, remembering the events, when my cock starts hurting and reminds me it’s been locked up in a cage. Trying to calm down so my cock deflates isn’t happening. I get up and head to pee, hoping that will do the trick. I stand at the toilet and start to pee, but it sprays all over. Fuck, I stifle the deluge and decide to get in the shower and let it flow. My cock deflates as the stream gushes from the confines of the cage. I don’t have much ability to aim and just let it go. As I’m peeing a fart escapes my ass and I quickly feel cum running down my taint and balls. Squatting, I let loose a massive amount of cum. It’s easily 1 ½ cups and as it hit the floor, I see red globs of what I expect is blood clots getting loosened up. The guys bred me hard and made sure to do some damage. I rinse off the best I can and after drying, go to the mirror to inspect the damage. My ass hole is partially prolapsed with an inch of my hole protruding out, bright red, inflamed but hot as fuck. Licking my fingers I work to push the lips back in. As I massage my hole, I find myself pushing 3 then 4 fingers inside. I’m turned on as I massage the inner lining. Digging deep, I feel wetness, pull my fingers out and am rewarded by cum covering my digits. I suck it in, loving the taste of ass and cum. I start remembering Tom’s deep fucking later in the evening and start to get hard again when the cage reminds me with pain. Quickly calming down trying to make the discomfort stop, I turned to the sink to wash my hands, and I see a note stuck to the mirror. The note says, meeting a couple of clients for dinner with Ivan. I’ll see you tomorrow. I’d prefer to keep your cock locked but if an emergency or something comes up, I gave Craig your number and here’s his. He knows where the key is. I’m examining it in the mirror, thinking this cock cage is interesting. It’s a simple black plastic cock ring around my cock and my balls. My penis is then caged in a similar plastic device that mirrors the droop of my penis that my cock slid into. There are plenty of openings for air and an open tip for my piss. Ok, so I didn’t see that the first time I needed to pee, but can probably do better with a minor adjustment next time. My balls are wedged between the cage and ring and are held protruding out, swollen from the vise like pressure. It’s actually pretty comfortable and I feel a warmth in my groin that is reassuring. I really like this feeling. It wouldn’t be all that hard to get off, even without the key, but I figure part of it is willingly giving control of my cock to another guy. The downside is that I can’t touch my cock or stroke it and every time I start to get hard the pressure on the cage prevents it. As a result, I’ve not been able to cum since Tom slammed it on me. Tom’s has not steered me wrong yet. I decide, I am turned on by this and with Tom as my keyholder I’m sure to learn something and be taken on a wild journey. I decided to throw on a jock for support, light shorts and a T-shirt and chill in the quiet. I head to the kitchen and realize I’m famished. Opening the door to the refrigerator, I realize, I’ve not been to the store in over a week and there isn’t anything to eat. Picking up a pad, I start making a list when my phone rings. I don’t recognize the name, but the number looks familiar. I answer and it’s Craig. He’s calling just to check in as he explains Tom, locked his cock for a month as well and the first couple days were tough. He just wanted to make sure I’m doing ok and if I have any questions or need anything. I told him I made a mess when I peed but think I can align my slit better next time. Yeah, aligning helps, but for the most part it won’t matter he tells me. Craig laughs and says, nope, just squat like a chick and have a water bottle handy to rinse. I tell him that unfortunately, I’ve got to head to the store since there isn’t anything to eat in the house. Craig’s tells me he’s just getting off work and has a extra large Pizza fresh out of the oven and he’d be happy to share. Not really wanting to go shopping this late, I agree if he’s cool with it. Craig says no problem, and he didn’t have anything planned this evening and would enjoy seeing me. He’s just getting in his car and will be here in about 10 minutes. Problem solved, so I grab a stiff drink and start thinking of questions to ask about cock cage management. Fuck I could be in this for a month, am I really up to this? As I’m savoring my scotch, the bell rings and Craig’s at the door with a large pizza and two bottles of wine. I look at him and smile, telling him he’s my savior from letting me avoid a late evening shopping trip. He drops the food on the counter and gives me a big hug telling me it’s his pleasure. I swallow the rest of the scotch and grab a couple of wine glasses, a corkscrew and suggest we eat outside by the pool. I’ve not had anything to eat in 36 hours and find the wine on top of the scotch has me buzzed. We devour the pizza and have almost finished the second bottle in short order. I shared with him the weekend activities and Craig’s impressed, as even he struggled getting bred by the Cuban guys. Craig says, well let me see it dude. Dropping my pants and sliding the jock down, I show him the new addition to my cock. Craig reaches out grabbing hold of my of my balls, rubbing his fingers over the device and says, damn that is so cool. It’s design pops your balls out and damn, your cock is like deep down. I tell him, yeah, I have to be careful, or self-inflicted CBT is a real thing. I can’t get hard, though I leak like a faucet I tell him. Craig gets an evil grin and slaps my nuts causing me to yell, FUCK, but I’m instantly chubbing, only causing more discomfort. He grabs my dick at the base behind the cock ring and slides his index finger in the gap along my shaft. Yep, that boy won’t be getting hard for a good long time. Craig tells me to get used to it because Tom is only unlocking that a couple times a week for cleaning and a quick inspection to make sure you I have no bruising or other damage. He tells me within a week, I’ll be nothing but a hole demanding to get bred. Craig starts rubbing my balls, amazed how tight they are gripped by the cage. He comments the tip is moist and sticky as he works a finger into the open tip. He licks his finger and says, damn that juice is sweet. His caresses are causing the cage to rise and fall slightly. Actually, his fingers on my balls feel amazing as it’s the most attention they’ve had other than my own since yesterday morning. I start to get an erection, but the cage prevents a full mast. He grabs my balls and the cage, squeezing down until the vice like grip distracts my cock with enough pain that it quickly deflates. Craig tells me Tom told him if he comes over, feel free to do what you want with me, but do everything you can not to unlock me. Craig reminds me that last time he was here he didn’t get to fuck me as Tom wanted him to be the dump of the day. Tom told him I’m needing poz loads for some reason though. I share that evidently the home test I had was a false positive. Craig, laughs and says given the past 2 weeks of all the cocks and amount of cum I’ve taken that’s highly unlikely to still be the case. But just to be sure, he really wants to breed my ass and he took some Viagra before coming over and plans on fucking me for hours. Plus, fucking a locked cock is such a turn on he tells me that he’s pretty sure he should be able to deliver at least 3 toxic loads to my ripe ass. Looking at this total stud, I say, well you better get busy buddy. Craig grins, stands up, gets naked. Craig’s got a lean build, a moderately hairy chest and a decent cock. While his dick isn’t huge, he’s got a hefty girth and a nice bulbous cock head that is made for sucking and stretching an ass open. He’s got killer looks as well, and he already knows from last time I find him intensely attractive. He turns me around and tells me to kneel on the couch. Spreading my ass cheeks, he dives in and starts eating my ass. Second to none, Craig is working my hole like a virtuoso. He starts with a gentle breath, giving way to tender kisses. His tongue’s wetness is soothing to my puffy ass lips. He devotedly laps as he opens me wider, allowing his tongue to penetrate deeper. Craig spreads my cheeks farther apart and my still gaped hole and rosebud slit opens wide for him. He gently nibbles and alternates his full wide tongue across the lips. He then curls his tongue, probing the open slit. So far he’s just used his spit to lube me, but as he probes my hole with a couple fingers, he pulls them out and says, dude, your ass is still full of cum. He licks his fingers and says, he can taste Tom for sure, then proceeds to use the cum to lube me up. Knowing I’m ready, Craig aims his hard cock at my hole and slowly slides his cock head in. The bulbous head catches my ass lips and with a purposeful plunge I feel his cock pop open my ring. His girth is amazing, and I feel my hole stretching as he slowly drives his cock inward. The head of his cock slides across my prostate causing me to moan with pleasure. He’s balls deep with his fat head resting on my prostate. As he starts a short back and forth stroke my moans grow louder and tells me his going to teach me what a locked cock is all about. Craig says he loves fucking a loaded ass and he increases his tempo and begins pounding out my hole. My cock is trying to get hard, but with the rigid sides of the cage, full mast isn’t possible and every time my cock twitches, my nuts are crushed between the cage and the ring of the device. Every stroke across my prostate is causing me to dribble sticky precum and the opening of the cock cage at the tip of my penis is wet and slick from my dick leaking so much. Craig keeps this up, slowing down and speeding up and edging himself with my wet hole. He’s churned up a froth that clings to his cock as his pace renews its stride. I’m getting hornier and more frustrated as his fuck continues unable to touch myself. Soon I find myself gyrating my ass into his cock trying to get more of his cock into me provide relief. Craig pulls out and then looks at me and says, its’ time for me to ride his cock. He pulls out and lies back on the adjacent recliner. I straddle him, line up my hole and slide down on his cock. Something clicks in my head and I start riding his cock for all I’m worth. I’m an animal in heat as I use his cock as a dildo to fuck my hole. I can’t get enough of his cock and my ass starts trying to rape his cock, demanding he make me cum. I scream for him to make me get off as I bear down, slamming his rod into my prostate. I’m leaking profusely but for the life of me I can’t get relief. I’m bucking back and forth trying to get his cock deeper into me, finding the spot to provide release. Nothing is working as my ass is working to devour Craig’s prick. Craig screams out and he stiffens up as his cock erupts in my ass delivering a torrent of his toxic seed. I so want to cum, but can’t and just keep my ass assaulting his hard cock, desperate to release myself from this torture. Losing stamina, I collapse on top of Craig wilted from my attempt to pull my orgasm out using his cock as a tool. Craig is still hard and he flips me over on my back, spreads my legs and slams his cock back into my hole. He looks me deep in the eyes telling me, I need to accept, that I’m just a hole to be used. My desire for release is unimportant. The sooner I accept that, the easier my life will be. Tom will unlock me once I have learned to be a good faggot. All the while, Craig is slowly fucking me. Leaning in, Craig starts kissing me. His fuck turns into something tender and caring. My legs wrap around his waist as I find myself relaxing into his slow and gentle fuck. He whispers into my ear, to breathe deep and relax. His lips now find my neck, sucking and nibbling as I relax into his love making. I feel the gentle massage of my prostate as he slides slowly back and forth. His mouth finds my left nipple and he bites down, finding what pressure I like when I moan as his bite strengthens. Sucking my now hard nipple he very gently increases the pace of his fuck. He repeats the process on my right nipple as I groan with pleasure. Straightening up, Craig looks deeply in my eyes, whispering how I need to just concentrate on the gentle pressure in my ass. He keeps this up, gently sliding in and out of my ass with no hurry and keeps reminding me to focus on the feeling, drowning out all other thoughts. I feel warmth in my balls and comment to him how amazing he feels in me. He slowly increases the pace and tells me to bear down concentrating on the feeling at the base of my cock. I tell him I feel like a need to pee, but he says, no, just concentrate on the pleasure as he begins stimulation to my prostate. His pace quickens and suddenly I flush and feel a wetness around my cock. His tempo is now a steady fuck as he tells me to keep bearing down. Suddenly I feel my body contract as waves of euphoria flood my system. Craig calls out, yes, ride that wave. He is now slamming hard into me. He groans and I feel his cock drill deep into me just as I let go and feel my cock slightly jump. I feel the wetness on my cock as it expands in the cage. I rock from the waves flooding my senses. The intensity quickly passes and when I look at my caged dick, there is a thin layer of clear liquid shimmering on my extruded balls. I was expecting a pool of cum. At the same time rather than feeling the complete release and exhaustion from cumming, I feel a calmness and almost a renewed energy. Craig looks at me and says, you just had an anal orgasm and with practice you’ll be able to get there on your own. He explains that it may not be as intense as a traditional orgasm but I’ll learn to savor it. Plus, Craig shares, it is the sweetest nectar you’ll ever produce as he wipes my balls with his fingers and feeds it to me. He’s still hard and his cock is buried in my ass. Craig, says it his turn now. He slides four fingers into open cunt and makes no pretense about scraping the sides of my tunnel with his nails. Pulling his fingers out he inspects them and tells me, see the blood man, my turn to make sure I infect you. Craig buries his cock back in my ass and starts pummeling my hole. He’s slamming in, jack hammering my hole. He pulls completely out and repeatedly stabs his cock back in. The aggression in his assault is almost terrifying. All I can do is lay there, accepting his complete domination. Craig’s eyes make it clear that he’s determined to fuck me until he’s succeeded in his task. His rapid fuck continues for at least ten minutes, sweat dripping from the exertion. With a final powerful thrust he tenses up and screams as he tells me he’s depositing another poison load in my useless hole. He’s shaking from the release, and I feel his balls contracting as he unloads pump after pump of his poz load in my ass. As his hardon dies, his cock slips out, but Craig immediately shoves his hand back in my wrecked hole. He’s collecting and massaging the cum into the lining of my ass. He tells me he’s making sure the scratched tissue has every chance to absorb his toxic DNA. His fingers begin massaging my prostate and I feel my cock getting wet again. He’s milking more pre-cum from me. I spread my legs further apart and plead for him to allow me to cum. Craig pulls his fingers out slightly and then I feel my ass ripping open as his thumb and wrist breach my ass ring. His fingers stretch and prod my rectal lining. He pulls out then starts fist fucking my hole, using his clenched fingers as a spear. I scream out “Fuck Yes” from the assault on my ass. I bear down as he slams his hand in and out. After six or seven punches, Craig begins to slide his hand further into my hole past his wrist. I feel so fucking full when, I feel my balls retract and my cock starts squirting piss out the end of the cage. Craig leans in and takes the tip of the cage into his mouth. As my bladder empties Craig guzzles what he can contain in his mouth. As my stream subsides, Craig withdraws his hand and then shoves his cock in my hole. Craig begins pounding away again. Fuck that was hot he screams, as he fucks me with everything he’s got. It’s not long before he cums again in my open hole. Craig collapses on top of me with his cock still hard in my ass. As his cock eventually deflates, he pulls me into a kiss. I can taste the piss still lingering in his mouth. Craig sees the double recliner and pulls me with him as we stumble into the deep cushions. Repositioning Craig pulls me into his arms. Fuck, that was such an amazing experience I tell him, and we both quickly doze off, completely satiated and exhausted.

One I stood at the doorway of his house. All I had to do was knock, and I could go in. I knew deep down that this was what I wanted. What I’d always wanted, really. But somehow, I was struggling to lift up my hand and knock on the fucking door or ring the bell. I’m not usually this shy or retiring. I mean, I’m not an extrovert by any stretch of the imagination and I’m probably more likely to be found in book club that in a night club, but even so, I’ve had sex before. Three times now! And I know I want to have a fuck of a lot more of it. My first time was a bit of a fumble and a miss and quite frankly bad, but it was a first so that counts. The next two I’d started to get the rhythm of it, but I was on top and to be honest, it’s not where I’m supposed to be, not really. I mean, I like the sensation of having my dick rubbed – who doesn’t? – but I ended up cumming in the rubber, and completely unsatisfied. The bottom I was with was happy enough though; my dick isn’t small. I’ve been pretty blessed there. The problem was, when I was fucking, all I could think about was, well, being the guy on the other side. Getting fucked, being used. And not in the more innocent way a lot of my university friends were into – such as sleeping with a couple of guys a month – but by being a hardcore cumdump slave. A piece of human garbage. A piece of trash that other men used because they were bored, or even ignored and made to fetch the coffee after my boyfriend had finished fucking another guy on our marital bed – with me being tied up and made to watch maybe. Or even tied underneath the other sub’s butt so I had the cum and lube dripping into my face whilst my boyfriend pleasured another guy. That’d be hot too. The guy behind the door offered me some of that. We’d begun to talk on the hookup apps, like every meeting, but quickly we decided that we’d prefer to finish the conversation in person. He didn’t live far from me and it seemed sensible to come over and knock on the door. We’d have a talk and maybe I’d get to go on the bottom for my fourth ever screw. I thought about that thought for a moment. It gave me the energy – and a bit of a twitch in my cock if I’m honest – to knock the doorbell. There was an indeterminate period when I thought he was having me on. Stupid fag wanted using so badly he went to an empty house. But then, the door opened – and I was shellshocked by what I saw. It was a cute young guy, naked except for a collar and a red jockstrap, boots and red socks. He looked slightly built but he was the same age as me. I knew that for a fucking fact. “Master is waiting for you, downstairs” “Tommy?” “I’m known as Slave Pig in this house, but yeah. Hi Robin. Master told me you were coming over here and I couldn’t quite believe it, but, well, you’re here” “How the fuck…” “There are lots of things to be said – but get to him or he’ll get mad” Tommy and I go way back. We knew each other from the age of around 12 and basically grew up together. He lived about eight houses down from me, we were in the same groups at school, hung out after school with each other on the Xbox and you know, teenage things like pretending we both liked girls, boasting of our wins, commiserating our losses like you do. I kind of suspected he way gay and I’m pretty sure he knew I was bi, but we never really discussed it and it didn’t really bother either of us. I was on the academic fast track toward university, but he went a different route as he was more practically minded, so he went off to a technical college to qualify as something manual. Electrician, I think I remember. “Move” Tommy grabbed my wrist, yanked me over the step and into the house. Who knew what I’d find downstairs?

This story is fiction, and should be read as such. Parts of the story loosely evolve around some of my own experiences, but mostly is purely my own fantasy. I never experienced anything against my free will, drugged nor exploited against my will or knowledge. That is fantasy to spice up the story. Not even my age in the story is right. If you don’t agree to the theme, including drugs and pozzing, and how the story evolves, you should not read this story. Chapter 1: Berlin “He’s coming to. Give him another booty bump!” a voice said. “No, please!” I begged. “Shut up, faggot!” A hand slapped my face, and someone stuffed a rag in my mouth. My hands were tied and I couldn’t move them. I was blindfolded. Everything was dark. Something big rammed me up my ass, and I thought it was going to rip me in half. I tried to scream but the rag was muffling most of the sound. I was getting forcefully gangbanged by a group of skinheads I have never met before that night. How did this happen? How did I get here? I tried to gather my thoughts, but I felt disoriented and my memory was fuzzy. I was 18 the first time I went to Berlin, fresh out of high school. Actually it was the first time I ever went anywhere abroad without my parents and sister. I was supposed to travel with my boyfriend for two years, but he had broken up with me a couple of weeks earlier. Even if he didn’t want to come, I never told my parents. I don’t think they would have agreed with me traveling by myself anyway. You know, being their only boy and mommy’s little cornerstone and all. No experience from the big and dangerous world. My dad had offered to take me to the airport that morning, but I told him that I would go with Martin, my boyfriend. I never told my parents that we’ve broken up. His uncle was going to drive us. Another lie. I took the train. By myself. To cut the story short, I made it to Berlin. Didn’t have any clue how to get to my pre-booked hotel, that is, the one that Martin had booked for us. I just took a cab. Turned out the hotel was in Schöneberg, which turned out to be the main gay district of Berlin. Actually seeing all the pride flags all over gave me a hard on. When I checked in at the hotel, it was just around noon, and I had no idea what to do, so I signed up for a hop-on-hop-off bus tour, so at least I could say I’ve seen the city. After dinner I wanted to go to a gay bar, as I’ve never been to one before. The first place I walked by with a pride flag on it was Connection Club, but it didn’t seem to open until later. Right next to it was a fetish store. I stopped to look for a moment, but all the fetish stuff they were selling didn’t really interest me, and I really wanted to visit a gay bar for the first time. Prinzknecht right next to it seemed to be open. I stepped inside, and it was actually quite crowded. I went to the counter, where the bartender asked me something in German, which I didn’t understand. Being only 18 I wasn’t much experienced in bars in general either, so I kinda stottered “A beer?” Even forgot the “please”. Noticing my insecurity, and not quite knowing what kind of beer, he just handed me a lager. I paid him and started looking for a place to sit down. I found one spot by the window. I noticed a lot of the men in there staring at me. I was too scared to talk to any of them. That beer probably went down too fast. I ordered another one. Two beers later, still haven’t said a word to anybody. Just noticing that the other guys stared at me from top to bottom. I asked the bartender where the toilet was, and he pointed to the back of the room. I had to pass an awful lot of men to get there. Their eyes were following my every step and movement. I emptied my bladder at the pissoir. Men from the bar walked by me, tried to make eye contact. They continued through an opening in the back of the bathroom and down some stairs. What was there, I thought. The curiosity got the better of me, and I followed. Men were standing in dark corners, like they were waiting for something. I walked into a dark room. It was pit dark as my eyes hadn’t adjusted yet. Someone took my hand a led it towards his crotch. I felt his cock. Another bearded leather guy put his hand on my ass and squeezed it. I moaned, most out of the surprise being groped by strange men. I felt uncomfortable with the whole situation. When a hand moved inside my jeans, and a finger tried to force itself inside my asshole, I panicked. I pulled away, and found my way back to the stairs. I ran back upstairs, moved quickly through the bathroom and the bar and back onto the street. I stopped for a moment to catch my breath. That’s when I met Gabriel. “Hey, are you okay?” he asked. I looked up at the hot looking latino. I was about to tell him about my unwanted attention in the basement at the Prinzknecht, but decided not to. For an experienced gay guy this was probably exactly what he would have been expecting in a dark room behind the gay bar. I had read many gay stories and seen videos posted on the internet. Those videos had also turned me on, but never having experienced anything like this, and being all by myself in a gay bar for the first time, it scared me not being in control. So I just told Gabriel that I wanted to get away from two guys who had tried to rob me, and had been chasing me around a couple of blocks. A lie, and Gabriel probably knew it. He could have seen me coming out of Prinzknecht. He was friendly and didn’t show that he didn’t believe my story. He told me that he was originally from Portugal, but that he lived in Berlin. We chatted for a while. He was easy to talk to, and I probably told him way more about myself than I should have. Even about the break up with my boyfriend. He asked me if I was on PrEP, but when I didn’t seem know what that was, he just said “Not important” and blew it off. Then he asked me if I wanted to come over to his place. I didn’t hesitate, and said yes. It was when I entered his apartment he told me that he charged 200 euros for an hour, or 400 for the whole night. “What? You’re an escort?” I asked, being shocked. He had been flirting with me, but I hadn’t expected him to be a prostitute. Being inexperienced, I hadn’t seen the signs. “I don’t have that kind of money,” which was true, being a student at home. I expected Gabriel to be mad at me, but he was calm. Instead he suggested that we went to bar, and continue our conversation. I should have refused and go back to my hotel, but in a strange way I liked Gabriel, so I agreed to his suggestion. We went to bar called Bull. There were not many people there, even at 11 p.m. What I found out later was that Bull didn’t get full until the other bars closed, but I didn’t know that then. Gabriel said he wanted to buy me a drink, and asked me what I wanted. After what had happened on my first day so far, I wanted to be sober and stay in control, so no other surprises would occur. “A coke,” I said. Gabriel stood up and went to the bar. When he was there he talked to a couple of skinheads that he obviously knew. He brought me the coke, said he was sorry, but there was something he had to take care of, but added he would be right back, and went back to the two skinheads. They went into the backroom and were gone for a couple of minutes. After a few minutes he came back to me, and I noticed that he had a big pile of what seemed like 50 euro bills that he put in his pocket. He sat down, and asked me if everything was fine. “Sure,” I said. I didn’t take too much notice of the money he had been given, as I already knew he was an escort, so I guess it was payment for some sexual services. As I was taking sips of my drink, Gabriel was asking me about myself. Before I knew it, my mind was getting fuzzy and I had a hard time focusing on everything around me. That’s when I saw the two skinheads joining us at the table. And that’s when I realized that I had been drugged and that Gabriel had sold me to the skinheads. That’s the last thing I remembered, and now we’re back to where the story started…

So I have an uncle who is only 4 years older than me who has been feeding me his load and fucking me since I was 12. He considers himself straight, and is now married and has kids. It started one day when he was babysitting me and my brother. My dad worked down state, and was only home on the weekends, while my mom waited tables at 2 different restaurants. At first it was just me sucking his dick, which was very thick, and his Bush smelled like heaven. He taught me everything about giving head that year. One day when my brother was at my grandmas house, he decided it was time for us to fuck. His 16 year old dick felt so good in my tight virgin hole, that was when I knew I was always meant to be a bottom. I didn’t think it was possible, but I think I fell in love with my uncle when I was growing up. I always felt huge pangs of jealousy every time he brought a girlfriend home. He still fucked me every chance we could get, but I was still jealous. This would continue until I finished college, while he was married, and I would date various men, and moved away from home. After college it happened just once or twice a year, when visiting my parents, and extended family until I married my now husband of 3 years. Flash forward to this Christmas, when I went to Virginia to visit my parents, leaving my husband at home alone, because they don’t get along. My uncle was there, he and his wife are getting a divorce, and it was like I was transported back to being a kid. We’ve both put on a few pounds, but my lust for him was as strong today as it was when we were kids. After my parents went to bed, I snuck down to my parents basement, where my uncle has been staying and we started where we left off. We kissed, and my knees were weak, we ripped each other’s clothes off, and I devoured his dick, and he did something he’s never done before—ate my ass. Ate my ass like he ate his ex’s pussy, and it made me so wet. He used spit, so we could be as intimate as ever, and my whole body got goosebumps as he slid his dick in me. We fucked for an hour, until he couldn’t hold his load back anymore, and blew it in me. We lay there, me resting my head on his chest, and I think I fell in love with him again. We continued to fuck during my stay until I left back home. My husband and I just finished fucking, and all I can think about is him.

He is the second American pope as Pope Francis his predecessor was also from a country on the American continent- Argentina, and not from Europe. He is the first pope from the United States, though. and those laws govern the quality of life of LGBTQ people. Laws and social diktats do matter as gay people are affected by it. He and the Catholic Church have trouble accepting ALL parts of a person. They want you as a gay person to show up at the doors of the church but not with the gay or trans part of your self. However, It is not a welcome if you don't accept someone for who they are. Where the Catholic Church goes wrong is it doesn't seem to understand that it is promoting hatred against gay and trans people when it doesn't accept their homosexuality or transsexuality.

My FF cunT and the Toys I used to wreck iT!!!

Most public was when my bf and I stopped at an adult theater in Tampa one night on our way home from a club; we were both in our late 20’s. We were cruising the gay theater and i noticed a cute young college aged guy cruising. I watched as lots of guys approached him but he turned them away. I told my by I wanted that guy, so he went over and brought him back to me. I pulled my dick out and the guy started stroking me. My bf whispered something to the guy and he dropped to his knees and took my cock into his mouth. He wasn’t very good at sucking cock; I suspect he was closeted and had a gf. I held back as long as I could. By the time I blew my load down his throat, a crowd had formed around us. I grabbed his head and held him firm as I emptied my balls. My bf was stroking his dick the whole time, rubbing the head of his cock on the upper part of my leg. After I finished inside the guys mouth, my bf came on my leg. Than my bf knelt down and licked me clean. When we were vacationing in Key West, same bf, I lusted after a sexy twink that was staying at the same guest house with his much older “Daddy”. My bf was able to chat with the guy in the pool during the day. While chatting, the guy was checking me out with out his older bf noticing. Late that night, my bf and I were up on the sun deck. A few guys were down a ways getting getting hot and heavy. The twink came up on the deck, walked over to us an dropped to his knees. He pulled down my bathing suit and started sucking me off, no words spoken. The guys down the way noticed who was sucking me and came down for a closer look. My by pulled his dick out and started stroking and the others standing watching did the same. After he swallowed my load, he sucked and swallowed my bf next. Than he sucked and swallowed the other three guys. Than he just walked off and wend back downstairs without saying a word. Before the twink and his Daddy checked out, I did managed to breed his hot skinny ass as my bf jacked off.

Tommo's response seemed suggestive as he reached his free hand on to Dave's stomach, "You feeling hot right now?" Dave could feel the older man's hand slowly move, in a circular motion, across his stomach, causing tingly sensations that travelled through his body. 'Mmmmm', he moaned, lost in the feeling. Tommo moved his face closer to Dave's ear and whispered "That feel good lad?". Dave couldn't speak, he'd gone into a state of bliss but responded with a slow nod of his head. Tommo took that as an invite and began gently kissing Dave's neck, tasting the horny younger man's sweat. He licked from Dave's shoulder up to his ear before taking the lobe in between his teeth and nibbling on it. Dave couldn't deny how good this felt, he was loving this. He felt Tommo's body heat against his own and then felt the older man's callused hand move from his stomach down to his pubes before landing on his cock, causing it to finally become hard. "Hmmm", Tommo began talking again, "Looks like you're finally coming around and I'd say you've got a serious piece of weaponry here". All Dave could do was give a mumbled response as Tom thought to himself how great an idea the higher dose of G mixed with a couple of viagra was. His mate's apprentice was putty in his hands. Dave couldn't fight it. He was so turned on but couldn't fully comprehend why. He knew the smoking had an affect on him but this was something different to earlier. He could hear Tommo but it seemed more like a dream than someone next to him, speaking directly to him. "That's it Davey boy, just relax and enjoy it." "Fuck lad, you're leaking so much." Dave felt Tommo remove his hand from his cock and looked at him in his dream-like, high state, a mixture of desperation and frustration. Tommo moved his face toward Dave pressing his lips hard to Dave's. The apprentice felt the bigger man's tongue force it's way into his mouth before Tommo's hands managed to grab the younger man and manoeuvre him on to Tommo's lap, his legs straddling the bigger man's sides. Without realising Dave began to slowly hump Tommo, their chests and cocks rubbing against one another, arms locked around each other. The room was silent, the tv screen, previously playing porn was now in sleep mode, the white light emminating from it offered the only light in the darkness. The air was rife with the smell of sweat and pre cum as the two men was lost in their primal need to satisfy themselves. The G had really kicked in and Dave didn't register Tommo's hand as it slowly made it's way down his back, gathering beads of sweat as it went. Tommo knew the young apprentice was ready as he crept a finger toward Dave's hole. The hairs damp, as he pressed his middle finger against Dave's entrance. It slipped in, nicely lubed from sweat and the remnants of Niall's earlier activities. Dave was only vaguely aware of what was happening to him as he felt the sensation of his hole being filled and played with. Slowly the thick finger of his bosses mate penetrated him, moving in a circular motion. He wasn't sure how long this lasted before a second digit then eventually a third followed suit as the other man's other arm kept his mouth pressed into a deep, hard kiss.

This story is really well written and so sexy

The following is based on a true story about me (ftm) and my trans man ex. Please enjoy. I met “Doug” as one does, on the apps. He was meant to be a one off, so I didn’t care that I was 32 and he was 20. I just needed dick in my ass. And Doug came over to give it to me. I should preface by saying that we are both trans men. While we are both on testosterone, he had not had any surgeries, whereas I had had top surgery and had a flat chest. We were one of those “boyfriends or brothers” couples, short, chubby, dark hair, light skin, with lots of body and facial hair. We dated briefly, but it didn’t work, partly because he had represented himself as verse when he was was really a bottom, like me. Although he exclusively topped me, with his 9” silicone dick. We dated monogamously for seven months before we broke up, but stayed friends. The real reason we broke up is that he’s a cheating slut who couldn’t keep his legs shut. I am ashamed to admit that when he first cheated on me he, I bought him the Plan B. That’s right, not only was he taking raw cock, he was doing it without birth control! Despite a lot of discussion, including him recounting a few details of the sex; shower, no condom, bottomed for a cis dude, the one thing I told him not to do, never discussed status. I was devastated, obviously this man, who Doug referred to a “insignificant dick” was just too tempting. I decided I couldn’t trust him so we broke up and remained friends, including me encouraging him to take the pill, get on PreP, and Doxy, like me. I was still very into his cute, cub body, so we even started trying to set up threesomes. The first one, I arranged, and it went well, but Doug was a size queen and I let him choose the next dick. One day he set up a threesome with me and someone he had met before, a few times. I felt uneasy about it, so I wanted to talk to the guy first. Apparently, Doug talked to the guy first because a blank profile hit me up on Grindr letting me know he was down. He told me what he had done when he last fucked Doug and I slowly put two and two together. This was the man Doug cheated on me with while we were together! And he expected me to unknowingly have a threesome with him?! I was shocked. Betrayed. I felt heat rising in my chest as I stared at the phone. Did he know? Did he know he was “the other man”? I carefully brought it up, eventually point blank saying “he cheated on me with you while we were dating”. Danny, as I learned he was called, apologized and said he didn’t know. That he wished he could make it up to me. I stared at his blank profile, titled “suck me, 32”. “I mean, you’ve fucked Doug a couple times, your cock must be pretty good…” He laughed. “You wanna try it?” “I mean, I’m not one to turn down a good time.” I joked back. “Do you take it raw like your trans bf?” He asked. I bit my lip. “Sometimes. Are you neg?” I asked, as his profile was blank. Unlike Doug, I did discuss status. “You’re on Prep.” He answered, after a brief pause. Obviously he had checked my profile. “So…no?” I pressed, my heart dropping. Had Doug taken a poz load in his trans pussy? “Nah.” He shot back. I thought for a moment. Doug had uncaringly been taking raw poz loads and he was trying to get me to take them too! I quickly formed a plan. I had to do it. I had to ask the man Doug had thrown away our relationship if he knew that Doug was not on birth control. He said he didn’t care, he hadn’t cum in his pussy anyway. I asked if he cared if Doug was on Prep. He aid it wasn’t his problem. Finally I asked if he wanted to help me get revenge and knock up a couple trans guys. We agreed that we could all meet in two weeks. I immediately got to work. Not only did I agree to the threesome, I gave Doug new health supplements: Charcoal and fiber. I told him to take them in the morning (whith his Prep and birth control), not telling him that the supplements would absorb the meds, rendering them useless. I stopped taking Prep and birth control as well. After a few weeks, I was sure both preventatives were completely out of our systems and I invited Danny over. He was positively thrilled. Doug and I shared a cigarette as we waited for “insignificant dick” to arrive. I was buzzing with the excitement at what I was about to do, and Doug was excited to get railed again. As soon as the stocky Latino walked in, he pulled off his shirt and smirked down at us (I was 5’1” and Doug was 4’11”, whereas Danny easily stood 5’9”). “I heard there were a couple pussy boys looking for cock.” Doug fell to his knees and started kissing Danny’s crotch, I followed suit, ripping off my shirt to reveal my flat post-op chest. I opened Danny’s jeans to release a hardening uncut, fat cock, at least an 1.5” across and 6” long already. Oh. No wonder Doug cheated. I took the secretly poz head into my mouth and started to suck and bob my head up and down while Doug attended to Danny’s trimmed balls. I felt a strong hand on the back of my head and looked over to see Danny pushing Doug’s to his balls as well. “Goood boys…” he moaned in a voice much deeper than Doug’s or my own. “Bed.” He grunted. Doug led the way, removing his pants and boxers before getting back on his knees and started jerking Danny off in his face, his small, girlish hands making the already large cock look massive. I dropped my pants and finished getting Danny out of his, he pulled apart his ass cheeks and I got in place behind him. My tongue swiftly twirled around his pucker before diving in with passion. Whereas Doug was against all things anal, I loved rimming, so it was a welcome treat to make the tall man moan and buck his hips, driving himself into Doug’s throat. My heart pounded as I served this strange man who had ruined my relationship. “Who’s first?” He grunted. Doug looked at me hopefully. “Him!” I said, as we both crawled up on the bed, side by side in doggystyle, our holes presented for pozzing. Although Doug was turned on, and his pussy was turned on, testosterone had made his pussy extra tight dry so I saw him flinch as Danny sheathed him in Doug’s whore cunt. He definitely tore something. After a minute or so, he pulled out and slid into my own cunt, his dick now lubed with my cheating ex’s fluids. He groaned in a way that told my my hole was better. I smugly ground my ass back on him. He switched again, making us moan as he dipped back and forth. “Gonna cum!” He groaned, deep in me. “Give it to him first!” I reminded him. Abruptly, his dick was out and buried back in Doug’s unprotected cunt. With a groan, I saw Danny’s balls draw up and throb as he fired off his first fertile, toxic load of the night deep in Doug’s 21 year old womb. He shoved Doug on to his back, pealing off the younger man’s shirt. I rarely saw Doug without a shirt as he hated his breasts. But there they were, exposed to the room. His d cups were hairy and out of place, I could see on his face that he was uncomfortable. But Danny had told me that when he fucked Doug, he had “submitted completely”, including letting him suck on his nipples. As one, we crawled up the bed and placed rough kisses on Doug’s neck, shoulders, and then we both attacked his tits. He squeaked an objection but I just nipped his mound and sucked harder, Danny groping and flicking the bud with his tongue. I slid my fingers into his cum soaked hole and scratched lightly at the walls of his canal. Soon, Doug was whimpering, I didn’t stop until Danny guided me between Doug’s plump thighs and held my face to the messy pussy. Doug didn’t like when I ate him out. I didn’t care. This was for me, not that cheating slut. Danny stood up and got behind me, lifting my hips so my back was arched. I wanted his dick in my ass, like any good faggot would, but this wasn’t about what I wanted either. This was about the plan. He quickly began thrusting balls deep into my boy hole. I groaned into Doug’s wet slit as Danny roughly worked on me, his heavy balls slapping my tdick as I sucked on Doug’s own swollen clit. I came hard, screaming into my ex’s pussy as his affair partner lost control, seeding my pussy deep. I collapsed next to the completely naked Doug and fingered my own cunt, scratching my insides to let the virus sink in. We were all sweaty and panting. “We should take a shower.” Doug suggested, so we all climbed in, with Danny in the middle, cramped under the hot spray. Just as I thought we were wrapping up, Doug fell to his knees again and started sucking the uncut, poz cock that was doing its utmost to breed us both. Danny turned Doug to the wall and bent his knees so he could get into the cub’s pussy from behind. I stuck my tongue back in the top’s tasty ass at the same moment that Doug’s pussy contracted and we made his cock explode and cum deep in Doug once more. We turned off the shower, toweled each other off, and fell onto the bed again. I smirked secretively at Danny. I lay on my back beside Doug, while Danny stood before us, his cock still hard. With a grunt, Danny shoved into my unlubed ass and railed me mercilessly, his thumbs finding both our oversized clit and rubbing until we simultaneously squirted across the sheets. His pace was uneven, his breathing rough, I needed his load in my ass, needed to show Doug how real faggots get fucked. “Cum in me!!” I howled, driving the Latino to fire off a fourth and final load. He pulled out, my mouth went to his dick, tasting a little blood, but not knowing who it came from. I sat back on my knees and smiled up at him, “thank you.” I expressed deeply. Doug wiped his mouth with the back of his hand and grabbed his shirt, quickly covering his bruised tits. “Yeah! That was hot!” His eyes twinkled. I held Doug in my arms on the bed, keeping him from pushing out Danny’s toxic loads, and we dozed as Danny let himself, never to contact either of us again. Not that he needed too. Two weeks later, Doug got the flu, a few days after that, so did I. Since we were both taking PreP, Doug didn’t think to get tested; I knew and went to a clinic, paying out of pocket to get tested under a fake name. It was positive. We were both over the flu within a few weeks, Doug’s conversion being a little harder, that’s what cheaters get. I relished in knowing I had pozzed my cheating boyfriend and myself, connecting us permanently. But the real excitement came another two weeks later when Doug started throwing up again, this time with no fever, but his big tits were sensitive and swollen. I waited for his next doctor appointment, subtly encouraging him to get a pregnancy test, just in case. It was positive, so, unsurprisingly, was his HIV test. Upon hearing his results, I went to my doctor and got tested as well, this time sharing that I too was poz, and, yes, six weeks pregnant as well! I held him as he cried hormonal, pregnancy tears, feeling like his young life was over. I rocked him, hiding my evil smile, as I promised that we would always be together, bound by one insignificant dick’s DNA.

Exactly. There is a thin, yet distinct line between being a Dom or being a bully. There are a lot of people out there who think they are Doms, but are just assholes.

I am not quite able to make my mind about Bill Gates. I don't think he is the evilest of them all ( mirror mirror on the Wall) but I do think he is very much part of the evil club. His so called philanthropy is self serving. He refuses to pay taxes in the U.S. as his whole company, Microsoft, is registered in Ireland; and he generates more low paying jobs in India than the United States. His investment company, Cascade is the largest owner of farmland in the United states¹, effectively depriving regular farmers of their land and livelihood. Why does a guy who is supposed to be managing software and computers, and the AI challenge from China want to own the largest agricultural land in the U.S. is beyond me. I know that his vaccine drives in Africa have been controversial and one of his attempts in India resulted in the death of children², something that is very very strange considering vaccination drives have historically been successful in India. Bill Gates strikes me as a greed-driven control freak who is always trying to convince the world how nice and thoughtful he is. I still am trying to read more about the pharmaceutical and "Virus" industry, so still don't have all the details to form an informed opinion on Bill Gates and the extend of his involvement in the pharma industry. I am pretty sure though he is pretty much on the top of the food virus chain. ____________________________________________________________________________________________________ ¹ [think before following links] [think before following links] https://www.nbcnews.com/tech/tech-news/mcdonald-s-french-fries-carrots-onions-all-foods-come-bill-n1270033 ² [think before following links] [think before following links] https://economictimes.indiatimes.com/industry/healthcare/biotech/healthcare/controversial-vaccine-studies-why-is-bill-melinda-gates-foundation-under-fire-from-critics-in-india/articleshow/41280050.cms

Grand Rapids—May, 2024 (This continues right on from Part One.) “Can we go to my room?” I know he wants to film—and we can only do it there. I am happy to get it out of the way. We troop downstairs. He’s in a single room this time. I lay on the narrow bed. Osvaldo is between my legs and he begins to suck, I-Phone held aloft. He keeps looking at the camera, enraptured with seeing his face stuffed with cock. Now he’s sitting on it. Riding. The phone, propped on a shoe of his, recording every thrust. I want more control, so I put him on all fours on the edge of the bed. I fuck him hard— and the phone is between his legs, recording it all from underneath. We repeat a few. This is my least favorite time. I like connection when I fuck—and right now his focus is on the screen. We record one more cock sucking and yet another riding of my dick before I suggest we go into the downstairs lounge—the one that was dark and set up with two mattresses. Osvaldo agrees. It’s almost next door to his room. No one is there. We choose the far mattress—so that anyone and everyone can see us as they pass the open doorway. He gets on all fours. I do a deep rimming—making him moan. Men walk by. Some linger. Some grope themselves. No one joins us. I proceed to fuck him. Hard and fast. He licks up all his juices the moment I pull out. A large man comes in and sits on a stool next to our mattress. Osvaldo’s eyes light up. He knows the guy. “He always gives me big loads,” he whispers in my ear. Osvaldo jumps up and moves to him. He opens his towel and begins to suck the guy, bending at the waist. I watch from the mattress for a moment, then go behind Osvaldo and begin eating his ass while he sucks. “Let me see your dick in him,” the new guy demands. I gladly fuck him, pushing Osvaldo deeper into his crotch. Finally, he pulls off the guy. It’s a small dick. Osvaldo pulls me out and spins around. The guy stands up, inserts and begins to fuck. I move to the side, then into Osvaldo’s mouth. The guy likes this. He speeds up his thrusts. In moments, he shoots his load into Osvaldo’s ass. Osvaldo spins around to clean his cock. I go to my knees and felch a little. Really, it is more prodding the copious load deeper into his guts. Then I do the same thing with my cock. “Fuck my cum into him,” the guy murmurs as he wraps his extra-large towel around himself. He stays for a moment and watches me do just that. I tell him how good his load feels on my cock. He smirks and takes off. I concentrate of fucking—and then letting Osvaldo clean my cock of all the jizz that is sticking to it. We fuck again on the mattress. I love the feel of the semen on my dick. There is a wet squishy sound with each thrust. I pull out and lie down. Osvaldo sits on my face. He lets me clean up the cum I’ve frothed which is ringing his hole. I savor it. And swallow. “I have to go push it out.” He runs to his room and grabs his phone, heading to the showers. I have countless videos he’s sent to me of him doing this—cum or piss arcing out of his hole. I would rather he pushed the load out into my mouth, but I just wait for him, idly playing with myself on the mattress… * We play in the gloryhole area. I fuck him through the hole. I hear him videoing it. The gloryhole is low for my long legs, so I don’t last long. Other men mill around, but none join us. I suggest the sling. He joins me there after getting his phone locked in his room. He hops in. I kneel and rim his ass for a long time. He may have pushed out that guy’s load, but the gloryhole fucking has found more inside him. The rim session turns into felching, making my cock grow to an angry red. “Fuck me, daddy…” he whines. I eventually stand up and sink into his ass. He groans. I do, too. He is still incredibly wet and sticky in there. I fuck him. Guys arrive to watch. None get too close. At least at first. Finally, one guy comes over so Osvaldo can suck him as I fuck. I love watching him take another man in his mouth as I rail into his ass. I ask the guy if he wants a turn in his ass. A mistake. The guy pulls out and moves away. I go to my knees and rim. Well, rim and felch. (This guy must have blown a massive load into him. He did have huge balls with that small cock.) I stop to take a slug of water from my bottle. It cleanses the palette, but I have other things in mind. I save a little in my mouth. I dribble it onto his puffy ass lips. Osvaldo moans. “You’ve never done that.” I take another swig and push the cool liquid into his ass. He squeals in delight. I spend a long time sucking out the cum/ass flavored water. I fuck him again. Hard and fast. The sling is swaying with each thrust. I stop, pull out, and making sure my unused towel is under him, I piss a little on his hole. From cool water to hot piss. He loves the contrast. I go to my knees and clean him up. My piss is stronger than I expect—but it’s been a hot night and I have been sweating. I stand up again and get my dick inside him. I give one quick blast of piss into his guts. I pull out and suck some out of him. Just a little—as my cock is screaming at me to get back inside. I stand up again and thrust into his gaping hole. Just in time. My cock is pumping blast after blast of cum into his hole. Osvaldo moans, his eyes wide. I hold onto the chains and marinate in all the juices. I don’t know how long I stand there. Eventually, I pull out. Osvaldo jumps out the sling and licks me clean… * On the drive home I got text after text from him. I finally read them as I sat in my garage. There was a video of my cum and piss arcing out of his ass. He told me that three men bred him after I left. They were too insecure to do it in front of me. He also sent dozens of photos and videos. Most have his face in them. These two don’t. The original (and those pices) are here: From My Side of the Sling: Passing Osvaldo Around (Conclusion) May 29, 2024

I’ve been the bottom at plenty of dark room parties and I love it! Butt leaking semen all the way home and reaking of sex!

tina calls you i had it

I had the most incredible sex last weekend. If it hadn't happened to me, I wouldn't have believed it. I was about to leave work last Friday and decided to check online to see if there was anything worth fucking. I checked the local chat room and found several prospects, one of whom caught my eye. He was my type: mid-40s; 6'3"; 225; ex-football player; hairy chest and butt; 7 inches. He wanted to play and get fucked before his wife and son got home. Only thing was—he didn't have a pic. That usually constitutes an automatic "No No." But I was I was feeling extra horny and decided to swing by. Was I in for a surprise! Contrary to my expectations, he was much better-looking than he'd described—a brick shithouse with a muscular build, furry chest, mustache, and a day's worth of facial growth—a hot looking Daddy to be sure! He answered the door dressed only in shorts and ready to play, escorted me to the couch, got me a beer, and almost tore off my clothes! While he went down on me, I flicked his Nips, and felt my way down to his Shaft—not as long as mine but definitely a Keeper. I reached behind to his hairy Ass. His furry Butt seemed to tremble as I explored his Anus. I lubed a couple of fingers with spit and pushed in to see how receptive he'd be to fucking. The Dude seemed hungry enough. I sunk my fingers in to the knuckle. When he came up for air, I raised his cumly legs to my shoulders, and spit on his Mancunt to make it more hospitable. Just as I was about to take the plunge, he suggested I wear a Condom. Now what's the sense of that? I told him to try and take my Cock first since he hadn't been fucked in ages. I slowly let my bare Cock slide up his Ass, and—Boy—did he wiggle and squirm! I started off slowly to let him get adjusted and hungrier for more. Works every time. Get 'em used to you before you start bruisin' and abusin'. Once he was primed, I went in for the Kill—pounded his Hole like he there was no tomorrow. He loved submitting to a guy bigger than he. You could tell he had been yearning to let his Bottom Side hang out. The closer I got, the more impudent my thrusts, till I blew my Charged Load. The idea of breeding this married Dude on own couch sent me over the edge. He felt me spasm and clenched up to stop me. That never works. He asked me if I'd Cum? "Yes," I nodded. He seemed OK with that, no doubt ASSuming I was NEG. I wrapped my lips around his Rod; and seconds later his hot, creamy Load slid down my throat. We settled back onto the couch with our beers, and he said his son would soon be home. As I dressed, he remarked, crestfallen, that he'd hoped I'd stick around. "Won't that be awkward for your Boy?" "No. I'd like to see you fuck him" I was floored, but the suggestion got me rock hard. In walked the Kid in shorts and tee, sweaty from the gym. At 21, he was drop-dead gorgeous—6', 200, chiseled face and bod, dark hair, and slight body hair. You could tell he shaved more than his face or he'd have been a Man's Man like his Dad. Dad introduced us and called him over. I tried to zip up, but Dad positioned Junior over my Crotch and told him suck my Meat. A little shy at first, he did as he was told. Daddy helped peel off his sweaty underwear. Nice Cock on Junior, too—longer than his Dad's—but not as thick. His Ass was a perfect Bubble Butt, and you could tell one place he didn't shave—thick and furry—like his Old Man. After he'd scarfed Dad's Ass Juices off my Cock (little did he suspect where It'd been a few moments before), Dad turned his progeny around, confronting me with the sweetest "Virgin" Rosebud (any Pussy that is NEG is "Virgin" to me). I'd plied his Mancunt same as I'd done his Dad, but figured I didn't have to beat around the bush, so I went in for the Kill. The Kid was a bit taken aback when I plowed my diseased Shaft up his Ass in one abrading thrust, but Dad had obviously tutored the Boy well and reassured him it was okay. "Just let the Nice Man fuck you, P.J," was his phraseology. I wasn't gonna last long with the Kid, so when I was ready to shoot I gave his Dad a wink and released my POZ Jizm deep inside P.J's NEG Gut. Likewise Daddy shot what may have been the last NEG Load of his Queer Career down Junior's throat. After we finished, we let the Youth sit down, and I went down on him as Daddy jerked him into my waiting mouth. As I dressed I told them what a hot time I'd had and how I'd like to do it again someday soon. Daddy walked me to the door as P.J. sat there fucked and filled and smiling from ear to ear. I gave him my number, and he told me he'd call me the next time wifey was out of town. Glancing at Junior, I replied I'd really like that. What I really meant was, how incredibly hot it would be to POZ both Dad and Son and, indirectly, Mommy, too!

Of course! Its the perfect way to continue after he has fucked and shot inside me. In my experience, the tops who does this are the horniest. Felchong their own cum, and the cum rests rom guys before them and feeding me so i have his cum in both holes. and when I keep kissing with the cum and spotting it back and forth, suddenly he's hard again and ready for another round. Its such an erotic and piggy thing to do!

I wear chastity n dream of a guy making it permanent for me to wear. If you made me wear it , I would wear it but it would make me go crazy and I would be horny. Nonstop

Meet this guy a few times when in London. Always an amazing fuck.

Hooked up with an out of town visitor staying at a motel with street parking access. He’s tall sexy ex-military dude with thick and big cock. I entered the room from the patio door, stripped and climbed on top of this sexy man. We made out, I sucked him good for awhile, nursing on his precum while he played with my hole. I finally couldn’t handle the ass play anmore and told him I need led his big cock inside me. He fucked me doggy, while I turned my head back to kiss him, begging him to breed me and inside my ass. His cock swelled, his pace and rhythm sped up and he announced he was cumming. I felt his cock throb and shoot a nice big cum load inside me. I got dressed and bounced. Kept his load inside me all day to absorb it. Want him to breed me again tomorrow morning before he leaves town.

6. I didn’t shower. Didn’t even think about it. My crotch stank, exactly how I wanted it. Sweat, old pre, and the kind of funk that hits the second I unzip. Some guys clean up to go out. I let the scent do the work. White shirt, crisp, top four buttons open. No tie. No undershirt. Chest out, skin still a little tacky. The kind of look that gets attention without trying. That’s the trick. Don’t try. Just exist like you’re the prize. The hotel bar was full of traveling husbands and dead-eyed consultants. I spotted him instantly. Navy slacks, tucked shirt, wedding ring. Soft around the edges but not sloppy. Handsome, in that restrained, suburban way. Already halfway through a bourbon and nursing some fake sense of control. I slid onto the stool next to him. Didn’t say shit at first. Just sat there and let him feel me. Then, quiet. “Evening.” He turned. “Oh. Hey.” I flagged the bartender and ordered two drinks. Didn’t ask what he wanted. Just handed it to him when it came. He took it without a word. “You here for work?” He nodded. “Yeah. Got in this morning. Client meetings on Monday. Just wanted to settle in.” “How responsible,” I said, smiling like I meant it. “Ian, right?” His brow furrowed. “Yeah. How’d you…?” “You told the bartender earlier. I was watching.” “Oh….” He drank faster. I leaned in slightly, giving him some skin, some scent. I knew he could smell me, my skin, sweat, everything that had been stewing in my pants since the flight. I saw the way his eyes flicked down and then tried to pretend they didn’t. “So what do you do?” I asked, sipping slow. Eyes on his mouth. “Finance. Consulting.” He waved a hand like it didn’t matter. “Mostly boring stuff.” “But you’re good at it.” He nodded again, grinning a little. I just kept the rhythm going. Let him talk. Asked questions like I cared. What city he lived in. What kind of projects he worked on. He mentioned a wife eventually, like he was testing me. “You faithful?” I asked, casual, like I didn’t already know the answer. He blinked. Looked down. “No.” “How long?” He hesitated. “College.” I raised an eyebrow. “That far back?” He took a deeper sip. The alcohol was starting to loosen his jaw. “Yeah. Started during my senior year. Homecoming weekend. I was in the frat house, living with the guys. We’d been drinking all day. Someone brought out coke, so we started doing lines off a textbook.” “Classic.” He grinned. “Music blasting, everyone yelling, high as hell. Then it got later. Just me and a few of the guys left in one of the rooms, sitting around. I was still wired. One of them, Caleb. Massive stoner, always shirtless. He looks at me and goes, ‘Why you staring at my dick, bro?’” I smirked. “And you were.” “Yeah,” he laughed. “I didn’t even deny it. I was too fucked up. Just smiled. So he stands up, drops his shorts, and his cock just flops out, thick as hell. Starts wagging it at me like a joke. ‘You wanna suck it or what?’” “And?” “I got on my knees. Just… went for it. Mouth on him. Didn’t even think. Nose full of weed, sweat, coke. Couldn’t breathe. Didn’t care.” I leaned back, studying him. “You filthy little fuck.” He smiled, eyes low. “That’s not even the worst part. While I was doing it, the other two guys pulled their cocks out too. One of them shoved my face down harder. Then someone brought out the poppers.” “Of course they did.” “Held it under my nose while I was getting my throat wrecked. Then they bent me over the bed. No lube, just spit and coke and poppers. Caleb went in first. Raw. Then the others followed. Fucked me all night. One after the other. Came inside me and then went again.” “And you didn’t stop them.” “I didn’t want to. I begged for it.” I watched him go quiet. That memory sat heavy in the room. I didn’t say anything for a few seconds. Then, slowly, I leaned in and said, “And you’ve been chasing that feeling ever since, haven’t you?” He looked up at me. No denial. Just the look of a man who’s tired of pretending. I reached into my pants, dragged my fingers across my balls. Still warm. Still sticky. Pulled them out and shoved them under his nose. “Smell that. That’s what you’ve been missing.” He didn’t even hesitate. Took a long, slow breath. “You’re pathetic,” I whispered. “Pay the tab. Room 417. Don’t knock.”

Hooked up on BBRTS with a pal who’d fucked me previously a few times at group sessions but not for a couple of years. He asked if I was into toilet sex which I clarified with him was fucking at the restrooms at a shopping centre near him. I hadn’t done that for some years but was up for it and drove across town to the shops. I had to get there by a certain time as he was bisexual and needed to sneak away from his wife. I messaged him when I arrived at the carpark and he said he’d be there in 5 minutes. I was unsure which restrooms to go to but recognised him and followed him into the restroom and the cubicle. I pulled down my pants and applied some lube. I noticed he wasn’t fully hard so sucked his cock. I bent over but first handed him my phone set up to video. He started pushing in the head of his cock then all the way in and started pumping. The rest room, which wasn’t all that large, had a squeaky door and what had been quiet when we arrived seemed to have a constant stream of people coming and going. I was sure they must have heard the slapping of his balls and body against my ass although otherwise we kept quiet, no moaning. He didn’t stop or slow down. I also was sure our shadows or extra feet under the doors were a giveaway but he seemed unconcerned, this was his local hookup spot. He came in my ass and then we carefully left made more tricky by the fact that the cleaner had arrived. Afterwards he messaged me to say he’d “forgotten how hot your tight hole is and fuck I was horny”. He explained he’d not cum for several weeks and so I’d got “one big mother load”.

You don't "deserve it." STIs happen. Don't shame yourself and do not let others shame you for getting one. Also, everyone needs to remember that people often do not know they have syphilis. You don't always get the classic lesion. That may be what happened to you. Or you simply didn't notice the lesion. This is why everyone who is slutty should be getting tested for STIs every three or four months. You should also talk to your doctor about DoxyPEP (which is antibiotics you take prophylactically like PREP).

I don’t think there is a lot of people nowadays who would strictly adhere to condoms. This transformation took place because of prep, I also do not know anyone who is not in prep. Having said that, I think we are all better off now, since we have better tools for our own protection. Unless of course you’re a bug chaser. Then it’s actually harder for you now, I think.

Chapter 2 I wake up and feel a hard cock in my ass and find Tom slowly fucking me. Sensing I’m awake, his pace increases. He whispers in my ear that he so wants to own my fucking ass. He wants to know that he’s pozzed me with his seed, marking me for life as his. My caged cock is straining to respond but I’m unable to get hard. I so want his strain I tell him as I concentrate on being his ass toy. He starts to drill me, pulling out and pounding back into me. With each pass of his cock on my ass, he makes sure his scraped PA drags against my swollen ass lips drawing fresh blood from each scrape. He tells me my hole is so fucking hot as it swollen and distended. Tom pulls out and replaces his cock with four fingers. His nails dig into my tunnel as he stretches and scratches my hungry hole. I’m scraping your hole, making it bleed so my poz cum infects if it hasn’t already, he tells me. I feel the scrapes and wince with the pain, but I need this. Tom has given me so many loads this past week and surely he’s been successful. With his Cuban friends all sharing the same toxic strain I just want to be part of these poz brothers. Tom’s cock is back at my hole, and he slams into me and pummels my hole with a renewed purpose. He wants to rip me and tear me as he fucks me, purposely missing and scraping as his cock forces its entry. After a few minutes of taking him like he’s a rapid beast, Tom pulls out and flips me on my back. He wedges a couple pillows under my ass. His mouth finds my hole as he licks my open gash. He sucks on my cunt, pulling it into his mouth. Suddenly his teeth bite into my prolapsed hole, causing me to scream out as the pain of his bite hits me. In one swift stretch, his cock is back in my hole as his cock repeatedly attacks my hole burning hole. Tom tells me my hole is a bloody mess and ripe for his toxic load. He tells me he’s going to deliver a massive load for my ripe cunt. Tom has absolute huge loads and he’s not holding back. As he roars his cock starts pumping and I’m always amazed by the sheer volume. This is no exception, and I count at least 14 contractions as he spews load after load into me. As his cum delivery slows, Tom is still as hard as fuck. He is dripping sweat heavily but, he takes a deep breath and starts fucking me again. My ass is leaking, and I hear it squelching as he fucks my drenched hole. Tom leans into me and kisses me deeply as his breeding mission continues unabated. He pulls up and my mouth is open in sheer rapture of his prowess. Tom hawks up a huge load of spit and drools it into my mouth. I moan as he continues delivering spit to my mouth as he sucks deep to gather more snot for my ravenous appetite. I greedily swallow every drop. Tom straightens up and looks at his cock fucking my hole, telling me how he’s churning and frothing my fuck hole. His torment of my hole goes on for another 5 minutes. Sweat is dripping from his face and chest. Tom grabs my throat and squeezes as his pace quickens. I feel my face flush as his grip intensifies. He pounds with a roughness of a steed marking his territory. Tom groans as he screams out jettisoning another load in my wrecked hole. This second load may not be as huge as the last, but I know he is once again flooding me as I feel the cum escaping from my hole. Tom collapses on top of me, exhausted from fucking me for the last 45 minutes. As his cock slips from my hole my hole starts squirting cum as my ass muscles spasms from the intense breeding I’ve had. Tom slides off me to my side and in just a few minutes I hear his soft snore as he passes out. I shove my hand in my ass, scooping up a load of cum and lick my hand clean. I find myself shoving my hand into my open ass and scraping more to help in my conversion. Licking my hand clean, I taste Toms distinct cum flavor tinged with a hint of a metal in what I assume is blood from my destroyed hole. I’m so content and thinking I hope Tom was successful in converting me tonight. I drift off, knowing I’ve been such a cum dump these past 10 days and happy with everything happening to me in this new chapter in my life.

I've given 6 blowjobs in a day, mostly in the park, in vehicles at night, while walking in the back alley, and in a porn shop while being watched. Late one night, while coming home on the bus, 3 young guys who had been drinking, were standing in the back of the bus near where I was sitting. The bus was packed and the lights were off. One young guy said that he was horny and needed a blowjob. His friends said that it would be nice if someone on the bus agreed to suck their cocks. They looked at each other, then glanced at me. The guys were handsome, physically-fit, and naturally in a good mood after a night of drinking. The bus was going several miles and it would take at least an hour to get to our destination. There were no stops on the way until we arrived at the next town. As they glanced at me, I grinned, they looked at each other and moved closer to me. I saw the bulge in their jeans. The guy closest to me moved closer to me almost touching my face with his crotch. I reached and slowly unzipped his jeans, reached into his shorts and took out his rock-hard cock which began dripping with precum. I took his cock into my mouth and sucked it until he shot a huge load in my mouth which I swallowed immediately. The two other guys step closer and I gave them the same treatment. Half an hour later the bus arrived at our destination. When the guys stepped out of the bus they each gave me a thumbs up salute. I'll never forget the great time I had with these guys. No passengers on the bus saw what had happened in the back of the bus. What a hot experience that was!!!

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