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The London housing market being what it is, I had purchased a slightly strange modern townhouse that had been wedged into part of another property’s land. I had seen some flats in converted Victorian and Edwardian houses that had been nice enough, but this place afforded me the opportunity to have an actual house (of sorts), which was completely detached and therefore I would not have to worry about noise from above, below or through the walls. It was sort of down the side of an end-of-terrace house on a side street off a main road, and most of the rooms looked out over the small garden that had been carved out from the fairly large one belonging to the older house. However, next to me on one side was a large concrete sort-of-car park behind the shops of the main road, which was strangely empty most of the time. Attractive it was not, but downstairs only the bathroom (with high frosted windows) and the cupboard-lined wall of the galley kitchen faced in that direction. Upstairs was a different story, as that side of the house featured the ‘second bedroom’. This was actually a long and thin box room that would only ever be able to accommodate a particularly narrow single bed or a cot, and I had decided early on just to forego any attempts at making it suitable for a guest in favour of buying a good sofa bed for the living room downstairs. I instead used the box room as a well-appointed home office, with some storage built in for other stuff that did not fit elsewhere. Despite the unattractive vista, the room had bizarrely been built with floor to ceiling windows, as well as a ‘Juliet’ balcony with a sliding door. Being a freelancer, I worked from home most of the time, so I was in that room for a good chunk of the day. There wasn’t much to distract me outside, except for around 45 minutes in the late morning of every day. At that time, a bin lorry would pull in and park up close to my house. This was clearly break time, as the crew would usually all head off somewhere together (I suspected the greasy spoon cafe on the main road). I would notice the truck pull in most days, or at least see that it was now sitting out there, but really never thought anything more of it. That ended, however, on a sunny summer day when I just happened to notice that one member of the crew did not follow the rest of them off to wherever they went, and instead sat down on the step of the open truck door. He caught my attention because I am an absolute sucker for nice arms, and he had taken the opportunity to remove his gloves and then roll up his T-shirt sleeves to catch some rays on his impressive biceps. He looked to be in his early twenties, which only added to the appeal. My gaze lingered as he lit up a cigarette and just sat there smoking it, before stubbing it out and then reaching behind him for a paper bag that evidently contained a sandwich and a drink. He mostly just seemed to be staring at the ground through all this, but then suddenly he looked up at me. I looked away towards my screen, but could not help but glance back a moment later and found that he was still staring at me. Like an idiot I instinctively gave a little wave, but he didn’t react and just kept looking at me. I turned back to my screen, but could feel myself getting hot and flustered. I tried to focus, but when I made out like I was just turning round to get something, I allowed myself a quick glance to confirm he was still looking up at me. This was too much, and so I got up and left the room, going downstairs to drink a glass of water and wait it out until the truck had left. The next day they were of course back, and once again the hunky young man stayed with the lorry for his break. This time he removed his hi-viz vest and T-shirt entirely, placing them on the steps so he could lean back more comfortably in the sun, his legs splayed wide as he lit up a cigarette. I couldn’t take my eyes away, until he of course looked up at me. I managed to hold my ground a bit longer this time, but there was something so overwhelming about this guy at least ten years my junior staring at me like a panicking gay in a fishbowl. I had to retreat again, cursing myself for being so flappable. This carried on for the rest of the week, though I managed to stay in my office longer each time, and actually make eye contact with him a few more times without melting. Still, it was a relief when the weekend came, as while a bin lorry still showed up there on both days, it was a different crew and all of them went off together as had previously been the norm. The next week, however, the stud was back and resuming whatever it was he was doing with me. I started praying for the weather to turn so that he might give me a break from the daily torture. On the Thursday I finally got my wish, with cloudy skies and a bit of a breeze, and sure enough he didn’t taunt me with a flagrant display of his incredible body. Indeed, I saw him stick around as the other guys walked off, but when I looked back up again a couple of minutes later, he was also gone and I assumed he’d just gone off to the shops or something. Then my doorbell rang, so I headed downstairs assuming it was the Amazon delivery I was expecting. When I opened the door, however, I came face to face with the hunky binman. “Alright” he said. “Oh, er, hi” I stuttered. “I forgot a drink” he said, holding out an empty water bottle. “Can I fill up here?” “Er, yeah, sure” I said, taking it off him and turning round to go and quickly sort it in the kitchen. Despite the boots he was wearing I did not hear him following me through the hallway, so I was a bit startled when I turned to the sink and saw him standing in the kitchen doorway out of the side of my eye. I quickly filled the bottle and then went over to hand it to him. “Thanks mate” he said. “Er, no problem” I said, still flustered. “See you every day” he said. “We do the same main roads all week, and them estates that need a daily.” “Oh, right” I said. “Nice place you got” he continued. “Thanks” I replied. “You can blow me if you want” he said. “What?!” I squeaked. “Seen you gawping at me” he replied, grinning. “Figured you wanted to suck my cock.” “I, er, wh…” I stuttered. “You wanna?” he asked, moving his free hand to clutch his groin through his uniform. I just stood there, frozen on the spot, but then found myself looking down at his hand as he squeezed his crotch. Despite my brain screaming at me, I instinctively grazed my lips with my tongue, causing him to laugh out loud. “Knew it!” he said. “But be quick, I ain’t got long.” My brain shut off at this point and something else took over, as I lowered myself down to my knees while he undid his button and zip. I leaned forward and gripped the hem of his boxers, pulling them down with his shorts as his erect cock sprang up, leaning slightly to his left. A musky, sweaty, manly smell emanated from him, and I hungrily dived forward and took his cock into my mouth. I sucked on it quite gingerly for a minute, and then began to swallow it down, using all the tricks I knew to control my gag reflex. There was an urgency to the way I serviced him, and his moans and groans spurred me on. In no time at all he gripped my head and began to thrust a little while I continued bobbing back and forth, and then he yelled as he slammed me onto his cock a final time and unloaded down my throat. When he released his grip I pulled back, settling my arse back on my heels as I reached up to wipe the sweat off my face. He quickly pulled up his trunks and shorts, did up the button, and then turned around. “Thanks mate” he said, walking down my hallway, “that was awesome.” Then he was gone, with me still kneel-sitting on the hard kitchen floor getting my breath back. I had been thoroughly used, taken advantage of, and yet I fucking loved it. —————— The next day my heart raced when I heard the truck pull up outside. I gave it a couple of minutes before looking out, by which time I could see the crew just leaving the car park whilst the hunky stud was leaning against the door smoking. He was looking up at me, and when our eyes met he smiled and winked. This time I held his gaze and smiled back, at which point he nodded, put the cigarette between his lips, got the keys out of his pocket and then locked the truck’s door. He set off along the side of my house towards an opening in the fence, and I realised I was in for another workout. I hurried downstairs and opened my front door a little, stepping back into the hallway to wait. Sure enough the door opened and he came inside, closing it behind him. He turned towards me, gave me a big grin and a wink, and then leant back against the front door and undid his shorts. I rushed forward onto my knees, and soon enough the events of the day before were being repeated. I swallowed him completely, and then as I moved myself back and forth he put one of his hands on my head and just allowed me to lead things while his fingers tousled my hair a little. Only when he got close did his grip become tighter, taking over the speed until he pulled me completely onto him and held me in place as he unloaded down my throat. Then, as with before, he got himself done up while I sat against my heels getting my breath back. He was gone in moments, but not before another big grin and a wink. The following week he was at my door on schedule all five days, having me blow him in my hallway. I had set up fake appointments in my diary so there would be no issue with being away from my desk late morning, and I had even thought to put one of the sofa cushions at the bottom of the stairs so I would be more comfortable kneeling than I was directly against the laminated floor. I was being completely used, and yet I did not have a complaint to make about it. “Doing weekend overtime tomorrow” he said, as he zipped up his shorts on the Friday post-orgasm. “Different round though, so won’t be here for break.” “OK” I said. “Next week I guess then.” “Nah” he said. “I wanna fuck that arse of yours, so was thinking I’d come round after my shift.” “Oh” I said, getting up from the floor, as flustered as when he had first turned up here. “Will be about three” he said. “You get fucked, right?” I just slowly nodded. “Cool” he said. “Be ready then.” With that, he was gone. —————— In preparation for the upping of the ante, I was douched, showered, wearing a jockstrap under my shorts, and had a buttplug inserted after loosening myself up with a dildo. I doubted there would be anything close to foreplay, so I wanted to make sure I could enjoy the quick and complete entry he was likely to make into me. When he turned up, he had definitely worked a full shift as his musky, sweaty scent was particularly potent, which had much the same effect on me as a big huff of poppers would have done. “Fucking horny mate” he said, after closing the front door. “Need to fuck a load into you.” I led him through to the living area at the back, where I had already put a towel down on the sofa. I stripped down to just my jock, pulled out the buttplug and threw it down on the floor, and then climbed onto the sofa on my knees so I was leaning against the back of it with my head against the wall. He had also stripped down so he was just in his stinky T-shirt, and he immediately positioned himself behind me and pushed his cock against my hole. I was about to ask for a condom when he pushed in and the whole length snaked into my rectum, taking my breath away. As soon as he was in, he began to fuck me with a firm and steady rhythm, the dirtiness of it making my head swim as his girthy cock rubbed my prostate and sent me to heaven. I could not help but moan in appreciation as he pistoned in and out, until he was slamming into me relentlessly. Then he thrust one final time, held his hips against my arse, and flooded me with his load. He held in place until he had fully come down from the orgasm, and then slid out of me and stepped back. I whirled around and slid off the sofa onto my knees, leaning forward to gently clean off his cock so I got every last drop of the load. Then I turned and reached for the paper towels I had put on the sofa, using them to wipe what was dripping out of me as well as what was already on the floor under me. He had put his shorts back on, albeit his boxers were still on the floor. I got to my feet and went over to the sink, chucking the towels in the bin under it before giving my hands a quick wash. I then got a couple of glasses out from the cupboard above and filled them up with cold water, handing one to him while I drank the other. “I need a cigarette” he said, starting to walk towards the back door. I hurriedly pulled on my own shorts, but remained topless as I grabbed a saucer from a cupboard and followed him out to provide him with the makeshift ashtray. “Want one?” he asked, pointing the packet at me. I had quit five years before and yet still took one, popped it in my mouth and then allowed him to light it. “Nice place” he said. “Private.” “That’s how I like it” I said, my head swimming from my first inhale. “Cool” he said, grinning. We engaged in the beginnings of a conversation for a couple of minutes while we smoked, but we were soon done and he started to go back inside. “Your shower upstairs?” he asked. “Need to clean up before I fuck you in your bed.” His brazenness quietly astounded me, but I was putty in his hands. I nodded, and he started heading down the hallway towards the stairs. I followed him, but stopped by the cupboard under the staircase to grab a clean towel for him. I hurried upstairs after him, glad I had thought to put anything valuable in a box in the tiny loft space before he got here. He had got as far as my bedroom, and as I chucked the towel down on the bed next to him, he peeled off his T-shirt and pulled down his shorts. My breath caught in my throat, as for the first time ever I saw his naked buttocks. I knew it was the first time ever, because it was the only place he had tattoos and I had definitely never seen them before. A huge biohazard on one, and a big chunky plus sign on the other…

(Continued) One day at work the stud blonde invited me and a few servers at the restaurant to a wedding reception after work that night. We closed up and then followed him in his pickup to the hall where the reception was in full swing. Walking in we were surrounded by a host of young men and women drinking and flirting. Across the room I spotted this 5’ 9” 160 lb buff blonde young stud talking in a group. The cook from work walked over and started talking with the stud and the others in the group. I excused myself from my group and then began to mingle with others while I kept one eye on the new stud. As the party broke up we all headed out to our cars and as I made my way I noticed the cook saying goodbye to the hot stud and then getting into his pickup. I noticed the new jock getting into a black Mustang. As we pulled out of the parking lot the Mustang turned at the stop light and began to proceed in the same direction that I was heading. I followed at a distance and was surprised to find that he was heading towards the area of town where I lived. He turned right off the arterial and began to head down a street very familiar to me. Not wanting to be noticed I continued on my path for a few more blocks. I turned right and began to head towards my house. Passing my uncle’s house, I was shocked to see what appeared to be the same Mustang now in his driveway. I parked my car on the street and quietly made my way up the sidewalk and onto the front porch of the house. Peering in the window, unknown to them, I saw my uncle sitting cross-legged on the floor knee to knee with the blonde young stud. The young jock was in only his boxers, his smooth muscled body glimmering in the light. My uncle, wearing only his jeans, was facing him. His chiseled, developed tanned body was a perfect contrast to that of the up and coming stud. I covertly watched in awe and as I did, I quickly became hard and felt like I was beginning to ooze pre-cum. Taking control of the situation, I moved to the door and rang the bell. Unaware of who was at the door at that time of night, my uncle answered the door in only his jeans. The surprise on his face when he opened the door was palpable. There he was, no shirt, no shoes, only his jeans. He invited me in and as I stepped through the door the smirk on the blonde stud’s face began to grow wide. He, like the cook, was a hormone oozing sex. I followed my uncle into the kitchen and we quickly sat at the table. He offered me a shot of whiskey, which I gladly accepting. I needed to dull my inhibitions. I had a shot and then he had a shot. I quickly asked for another. As I glanced towards the front room, there standing in the breach was the blonde, no shirt or shoes, only the wrestler body in his boxers. What had been teased sitting on the floor was now a full on reality. My uncle motioned for him to enter the kitchen, inviting him in for a shot of whiskey. Rubbing his crotch he grabbed the shot glass and quickly downed the drink.

It was Thursday when I became aware of what day it was for the first time, and sitting up in bed I saw Damian’s rucksack leaning against the wall. On the bedside tables were some bottles of water and lucozade, along with a few packets of tablets. Needing the loo I wearily got up and headed into the bathroom, and only noticed as I dried my hands that there were now two bath towels hanging on the rail side by side. As I came back into the bedroom and looked around, it was clear that Damian had been staying here. I put on some pyjamas and went downstairs, finding there was a glass by the sink but the place was otherwise tidy. I opened the dishwasher to see it had been recently run, full of pans and crockery I had not used recently, and then when I opened the fridge I saw it was full of food and drinks. I glanced outside to see a rather full ashtray sitting on the table, and a drying rack out with a load of my clothes hanging on it plus some that I figured must be his. Yes, he had definitely been staying here, and he had been looking after both the place as well as me apparently. Despite being so lacking in energy, my heart still managed a little flutter. I grabbed a glass of water and slumped down on the sofa, where I sat for a little while trying to rehydrate. I still felt pretty rough, but had no interest in going back upstairs as I had aches in my body consistent with having been in bed for too long. It was while I was sitting there that the front door opened, and Damian came in dressed in his hi-viz uniform and clutching a full Sainsbury’s bag. “Oh” he said, seeing me as he walked into the kitchen. “You’re up.” “Yeah” I croaked. “Man, you look so much better” he said, standing in front of me. “You were pretty fucking rough before.” “Have you been here?” I asked. “All week” he said. “Hope that’s OK. Thought I better look out for you.” “Oh” I said. “I saw you had two sets of keys by the door” he continued, “so I’ve been using one of them.” He held the keys out to me to take, but I waved them away. “That’s OK” I said. “I mean, I can’t believe you stayed. Thank you.” “I did this to you” he said. “Was fucking rough being on my own when it happened to me, so I wanted to look out for you.” I smiled up at him, then patted the sofa next to me. He sat down, and I leaned over onto him. He put his arm round me, and I closed my eyes for a bit as we sat in silence. “You hungry?” he whispered after a while. “A little” I said, sitting up. The next few minutes I just watched him sorting us both out some plates of plain toast with a few cut up vegetables, before I hauled myself to the dining table. He made me drink a glass of something that had extra electrolytes in it for hydration, and then helped me move outside to sit in the sun for a bit for some much-needed vitamin D. Soon I was tired again and he took me back upstairs to rest, leaving me to it once I was settled in bed while he went back downstairs. When I woke up again later I felt quite a bit better than before, and after settling me on the sofa with another electrolyte drink and some biscuits, Damian went up to shower and change. He then joined me downstairs, and we sat outside in the warm evening air while we chatted and he smoked. Listening to him just talking about life ‘on the bins’ I realised how much I liked having him around, how wrong it turned out I had been to hide valuables in the loft, and what a complete departure this had all been from what had started as a quick and dirty blowjob in my hallway that first time he had come round. He wasn’t at all the person he made out he was when he had first started pursuing me. I got back to full health over the next couple of days, with Damian continuing to just run the house without ever giving me the impression he had any problem with that. Laundry got done, the bed got changed, food continued to be bought, and he just took really good care of me around his work shifts. Then, on the Friday afternoon, he said it was time to go off to a clinic to confirm things, and with butterflies in my stomach I went with him to a health centre a short bus ride away. He brought me back later after my positive result, and got us some beers as we sat in the garden. He stayed silent, letting me be the first to speak. “It feels kind of right” I eventually said, after lighting up a cigarette. “I mean, my brain is all over the place a bit, but I’m not upset about it.” “Same for me” he said. “Thought loads about telling people and shit like that, but never got angry or nothing.” “How old were you?” I asked, realising he had never told me that part. “Just turned 20” he said. “Went out with my mates on my 18th, but lost them in a club. We were so fucked up. Then I was out in the alley at the back getting fucked for the first time. Just kept taking loads sometimes after that. Almost can’t believe it took two whole years to get pozzed.” “Wow” I said. “I was always safe before. Only barebacked with my second boyfriend, and we were both on prep.” “Why did you stop taking it?” he asked. “Don’t know” I replied, “I just did. When he dumped me I think I just lost confidence or something. Only hooked up with a couple of guys since then, and the last one was a year ago.” “You serious?!” he asked, wide eyed. “Yeah” I said. “Focused on buying this place and making it how I wanted it, plus my work.” “But no sex for a whole year?!” he asked again. “Only wanking and dildos” I replied, smirking at him. “Fucking hell” he said. “No wonder you were so hungry for my cock.” I laughed out loud, before catching myself when I realised the neighbours could probably hear everything if they were outside too. Then I felt myself think ‘fuck it, so what?’, deciding not to usher us indoors. We carried on chatting, before a slightly serious look took over his face and he went quiet. “Listen” he said. “You make me fucking hot, and I mean it. I know you probably had me down as some fucking fantasy, slumming it with a stinky bin man, but I like you.” “I like you too” I said, smiling at him. “No, I mean, I like you” he said, his face scrunching up a bit. I leaned over and put my hand on his. “I know what you’re saying” I said, “and I like you that way too. Yeah, at first it was fun being your dirty lunchtime whore to use, but we both know it isn’t that anymore.” He nodded, but still looked serious. “I don’t want to hurt you” he eventually said. “OK” I replied, waiting to see where this was going. “I mean, I want to keep doing this” he continued, “but I think I need other stuff too.” “You mean you want to fuck other guys?” I said, giving him a smile even though he wasn’t looking at me. “Sort of” he said. “I mean, I think I just want it to be you I fuck, but I want to get fucked too.” “I do top” I said, “but I get what you’re saying.” “And?” he asked. “Well” I said, “I reckon there’s no point in me being pozzed up and free if I can’t have some fun with it, so I think I want to get back out there too and have some fun.” He looked up at me with his eyebrows raised. “Yeah?” he said. “Yeah” I replied, smiling. “How about you show me these places you go to get loaded up.” His big grin returned, and I leaned over to him. He leaned in too and we planted our lips on each others, kissing deeply. We hardened as we made out, and eventually went back inside and up to bed. He fucked me hard and bred me, but then after a rest he got on all fours and stared into my eyes. That first time topping him was incredible, his lean and muscular body aching for the feel of me inside of him, and as I sped up to the peak he cried out for me to give him my first ever poz load. —————— He may be ten years my junior and from a completely different background, but it just works. He is tidy, organised, never complains, and keeps me satisfied with both fucking and affection. The bedsit is long gone, with him fitting right into this small and strange house with me. He buys in food and other household stuff sometimes, but I refused any assistance on the mortgage or bills so that he could stop having to exhaust himself with landscaping work in the afternoons. I didn’t realise how insecure he had actually felt before given how relaxed he always came off, but with the threat of going broke at any moment now gone, he’s using his extra free time to work towards getting his HGV licence so he can apply to become a driver instead of a loader. He likes where he works, saying it feels like a properly useful thing that everyone needs, and I do often envy him as I find myself dealing with client bullshit that just seems so pointless. He’s opened up over the last couple of years, revealing some of the darker times he had endured, first with his fireman father dying in service when he was eight, and the stepdad that followed beating him senseless after finding a copy of Attitude in the room he shared with his younger brother. His mum had kicked her second husband to the kerb for that, and Damian had repaid her by putting some effort in to helping her run the house. But a third husband eventually followed, and Damian had decided to get away for his own space rather than risk more problems, even if he struggled day to day to actually afford it. In short, he had lived a lot of life already, which is probably one of the reasons why we worked well together despite the age gap. As he settled in to living with me, he gradually let himself unwind from all the stress he had endured, and his relaxed and smiley demeanour became more natural than it had been before. I, in turn, relaxed into him, shedding the baggage of being dumped twice by men I loved, and losing all traces of how uptight I had become. Fridays or Saturdays are when we usually go off for some fun elsewhere, and I have really taken to that world. He doesn’t have individual hookups anymore, instead choosing which sauna, club or park we’re going to head for to see what we can get up to together. At clubs or saunas we often roam around individually at least some of the time, but when we go to an al fresco venue we always end up bent over next to each other and I just fucking love it. Making out with him while we get used by a bunch of strangers is the best. I now proudly sport a large biohazard tramp stamp, and am also getting cool designs on my upper arms gradually filled in. The pig in me has really come out, with thick silver hoops in each nipple along with a heavy gauge Prince Albert that I rarely remove. Damian hasn’t added anything else permanent to his own body, but when off the clock he now dazzles in a massive silver chain and matching bracelets that I bought him for his 25th birthday. He was really hesitant about them at first, not because he didn’t like them but because he’s got a real bee in his bonnet about this not being some stereotypical sugar daddy situation between us. Fortunately I managed to convince him that this was just me finally giving him a gift to reflect the one he had given me, and that the bling was going to be in lieu of us being able to holiday anywhere that year given I in no way make enough money to be a sugar daddy. Satisfied, he had put it all on, sprung an immediate hard-on and then fucked me senseless, and even now when he sometimes dons it all after his post-shift shower it makes him so horny that I end up getting roughly fucked and bred. I am often bent over my laptop still sending emails while he ploughs into me. That said, we are a bit more versatile at home now, with him wanting me to penetrate him when he’s either having a relapse of his past insecurity, or if he just wants my piercing to be doing a number on his insides. The one thing that has stayed constant is the bin round breaktime routine. Even if my hole is still throbbing from an early morning rutting before he headed off to work, without fail in the late morning of every weekday, I am to be found bent over the stairs in our hallway taking one hell of a pounding. His sweaty mid-shift scent and hi-viz vest do it for me every time, and we both love these regular throwbacks to where it all started. Damian came into my life, binned it, and made me who I am today. This, my friends, is what true love is all about…

My senior year in high school, after I had completed football season, I started working for a steak house as a dishwasher and quickly moved into the cook position. I was 6’ 185lbs and cut due to playing sports throughout school. Aside from weights, I ran for cardio every day, ate a high protein low carb diet, and had a fast metabolism to match my raging hormonal sex drive. It had been out of control for years. I knew I was gay from a very early age and actively sought to satisfy my appetite. I would sneak into the ABS and bathhouses around town. Always plenty of men wanting to suck some young jock cock or get fucked in the video booth at the ABS, or guys who looked to play in the sauna, sling room, or video room at the bathhouse. Primarily a top, if the guy was hot and in college, at the time what I considered an older man, I would open my hope. One on one was fine, but group fuckfests with others watching was always better. I loved being watched and it was easy to draw a crowd. I would hang in the video room at the bathhouse and get blowen by guy after guy. If I was in the mood, I would flip them over and fuck their ass and then watch as another guy would clean off the cum from my cock after I had cum in the first guy’s ass. By the time I was heading to college I had racked up more guys than I could count and along with it, numerous trips to the public health office for testing and meds for STIs. I had quite the record. One day a new hire came to the restaurant. He was the son of a friend of one of the managers. He was a crazy stud. He was a wrestler at a neighbor school, 5’ 10” about 160lbs, blonde, blue eyed, zero body fat, drove a pickup truck, smirk on his face, wore tight cloths, he knew he was hot. He exuded animal lust, a walking hormone. As the weeks passed he flirted with everyone – male and female. He didn’t care. In the kitchen galley he would lift his shirt to show his six pack abs, with a light tan treasure trail leading down the bulge in his pants. He had no problem showing the other cooks his monster cut cock which leaned slightly to the left with a short crop of blonde hair framing his meat. He was very proud of his physique and his cock – no doubt the envy of his peers in the showers after practice. He had a swagger that screamed stud. Others who knew him said he wasn’t a tease, that he was a hormone for anyone who wanted to service him or allow him to top. A fuck was a fuck. He was a young man’s man. Running parallel to all this was my gay stud uncle. Thirteen years older than me, he was a bronzed 6’ 1” 195 lb muscle man with jet black hair, perfect v shape, small hips, big chest, muscled legs, former Army infantry man who lived within a mile of me. When other men in the extended family were having a beer, he would be drinking whiskey. He had a series of cars and motorcycles: Harley, Corvette, pickups. He regularly went to Los Angeles and San Francisco for vacation. His home was always open to me along with his weightroom in the basement. The room was equipped with a bench, free weights, pull-up bar, and mirrored walls. One afternoon, after working out, while my uncle was at the store, off the weight room, behind a locked door, I discovered a dungeon, porn mag covers posted on the dark walls, with a fuck bench in the middle and sling in the corner. I had used them both at the bathhouse and had become accustom to grabbing the guys by the hips as I rammed by cock mercilessly up the anonymous dude’s ass until I unloaded and then went downstairs to the shower and sauna to clean up and get ready for another round. Seeing the sling in the room off the weight room sent my mind into overdrive. I began to picture to sessions of my stud uncle railing the dudes. It immediately got me hard. I stripped, foisted myself into the sling and put my ankles in the straps moving my hole into a perfect entrance position. My heart pounding, I quickly moved out of the sling and shut the door, not wanting to get caught by my uncle in his dungeon should he unexpectedly return. While I was 18, he was 31. My body was still developing, his was in prime form. The smell in the room told me it was regularly used. By the worn feel of the room, I had no doubt that the guys he railed had shot their load all over and the leather and it was well lubed with cum. I noticed a camera attached the ceiling. Not wanting to get caught, I climbed out of the sling and exited the room cautiously, locking the door behind. I went back upstairs, changed my cloths, and waited for him to return. Not long after changing, he returned, I thanked him for the use of the weights and then left. The thoughts, however, continued to invade my mind with vivid images of the pleasure-fest luring my fantasies.

I spent the rest of the day only half paying attention to any of the conference. Went to the speakers and did the usual small talk crap. I kept thinking back to that morning when Mark’s cock throbbed and flooded my hole with his cum. My ass still throbbed now and then and twitched at the idea of what he might have in store for me. Every time I thought of his statement my cock chubbed up. I figured I would use the lunch break to sneak up to my room at take a rest and make sure I hadn’t leaked through my suit. As I was crossing the lobby to the bank of elevators I saw Mark coming in from outside head the same way. The doors opened and I went in quickly hoping to not have to ride up with him. Just when I thought I was another person stepped in pausing the doors from closing and Mark and the stranger joined me. I turned and faced forward with Mark to my side and the stranger in front of us talking loudly into their phone about some random topic. Stranger got off on 3 and we were left alone. As soon as the doors closed Mark turn to me and, grabs my chin and stares in my eyes and orders me to strip and get on all four on my bed once we get to the rooms. As soon as he touched me my cock got rock hard and my knees went weak. How could he have such power over me in so short a time. We walked to our separate doors and went in. As soon as my door closed I started ripping off my suit and tie. I couldn’t get the clothes off fast enough wanting to have that thick uncut cock in me again, I was on all fours and waiting when I heard the door open and felt him approach. A bottle of poppers was thrown near my head and I grabbed them willingly and started taking a hit as I felt his hard cock pushing against my hole. Before I exhaled He grabbed my hips and thrust into me in one go. Taking my breath away he started slamming into my hole. Fuck he felt so good in my ass. His jack hammer pace and the waiting all day had the effect of making me into a slut. Slamming my ass back on his cock. I could feel his sweat dripping on me and his thrust were coming more erratic. Suddenly I felt my own cock responding and my ass hole twitched and clench as my load shot out onto the bed bellow me just as I felt his cock spasming in my ass dropping what felt like a huge load. Just then I heard Mark say “Wow you are a fucking slut waiting to be bred aren’t you” Except his voice was coming from the communicating doors not from behind me……

Normally I don’t comment on oral. It isn’t really sex it’s more like a hand shake. Anyway…I just sucked a guy off that had a nice cock in the park. He came big and of course I thanked him for the gift. He said it was just as good as last time. I said…I have played with you before? And he said I fucked you about a year ago here. I honestly don’t remember it. I told him he could have bred me this time. He said he didn’t have time today. I thought to my self…it would take him longer to breed me?? Then I started to over think it and thought that maybe it was because my cunt was sloppy and it would take him longer to nut. I’m probably over thinking it. P.s while I was typing this I just went and sucked off another guy in his car. It’s a good day so far.

I tend to drive in deeper, holding the bottoms side. I then pause to ensure all my cum is delivered deep. I then demand that the bottom Milks my cock with his arse so squeezing every last drop out. I pull out slowly and watch my cum dribble out. Then it’s time to ram my cock into the now warm, lubed hole for round 2.

Getting it again!

Awhile back i had made a post about my supervisor jack and how his wife doesn’t give him any at home and how I stepped in. It’s been one of the best decisions I have made in life. I believe that as a younger man myself, (26) it is my responsibility and honor to serve as a place for men of all ages, sizes, sexualities, and relationship status to cum. Jack has been taking full advantage of this. I told him after our first meeting he could use me whenever he needed and he sure has. Out one night on our weekly work bar crawl, while walking from one place to the next. He told everyone we were gonna take a short cut and meet them there. He took me into an alley, pulled my pants down to my ankles, spit on his cock and pushed himself inside me. I moaned with pleasure and begged him to reward me with his load. He tightened his hands around my hips and busted in me. We meet up with the others. Someone asks him how his wife was doing and if she would be joining us tonight, and i sat there at the table with a smile on my face and Jack’s cum leaking out of my hole. Later on that night, he motions me to the bathroom. I quickly follow. He pulls me into the same stall as him. has me squat on the toilet and plunges into my hole again. I feel his pace picking up when another coworker opens the door to let us know they’re headed to another bar. “cool I’ll meet y’all there.” he says as he’s giving me another load. He pulls out and leaves to the next bar. I go home still full of his nut. Laying in bed playing with my sloppy, cum filled pussy when i get a text from Jack. “leave your door unlocked im on my way.” of course sir. I oblige. I hear the door open and footsteps approach. I get into position. No sooner than my ass hanging off my bed is jacks fat cock inside it. He leaves me with another load and tells me he will see me at work tomorrow. I get to work at my regular time and he asks to see me in his office. I follow him there and the door shuts. my pants drop, his cock comes out, and i’m bent over, still full and sloppy from his loads the night prior. His cock pops right in. he covers my mouth and whispers in my ear. “i can’t get enough of this hole.” i tell him it’s his. “i know it is. you’re my flesh light. My pocket pussy. i will fill you until my balls are empty. “ he whispers. “here comes another load.”’he shoots inside me one more time. I clean up, bursting at the seams from cum, and go on about my down, dripping Jack’s dna. Waiting til he needs to bust another.

I heard a knock at the door. "Come on in", I shouted, trying not to kill the mood. My fantasy was to be pumped full of cock and used. I was possessed by something that was using my body as a receptacle for drugs and cock. THIS GUY. jet black hair, pale and muscular. Sat down beside my head ( I was ass up and face down on the ottoman with my head on the couch), pulled out his cock and it was HUGE. At least 6" soft and THICK. I grabbed it with one hand, it was heavy. I could feel the mass and girth of it in my hand, took a long hit of poppers and started to suck on it. First concentrating in the head. Licking and sucking it using my lips to suck the tip . He had one hand on my head and another grabbing for a backpack. He was doing something out of my line of sight and I couldn't have cared less. I was sucking his now throbbing, massive cock with laser focus. Then he asked if I wanted a booty bump. I read about this. It was supposed to make you an absolute whore. "No, but im down for anything ", I replied. Arching my back more and sliding my jock-clad, now cum-filled ass up in the air. "Get ready then", I heard him demand. He got up and stood behind me I felt his cold finger against my hole. "Are my hands cold?", he asked. " Ya, but Go on", I said. He slid his finger in my ass and slowly caressed the walls of my cummy ass. Then I felt two fingers, then 3. That was enough for now. I reached back to push his hand away before trying to fit #4. It was early in the night and I didnt want to risk injury. I had BIG plans tonight. Then he slid something else in my hole. It wasn't a dildo or plug. 'This is the syringe', I thought. Then I felt him get it into position. He was ready to inject my hole with something and I didnt care what. "you might feel like you need to push it out, but hold it in". There wasn't much liquid, so I didnt have a problem holding it in, but I felt a little burning. Then almost 5 min later It hit. I could control myself. I felt muscles in my ass contracting that almost made me cum. I needed to feel a cock inside me. He knew it. He wanted me JUST LIKE THIS. He fucked me deeper than Ive ever been fucked and I knew that every thrust should have been almost agonizing, but it felt fucking amazing. I felt every vein in that 10"+ cock. Then he started to REALLY pound me deep. Grabbing onto my hips to pull me onto his cock as deep as he could. "you ready, Slut?", he asked? Before I could say yes, he was exploding in my ass. I could feel his thick cock stretching me more as it throbbed. As his cum shot into my ass. He kept thrusting, mixing up the now 2 loads inside me. He pulled out and I sucked him clean. He put his things together, got dressed and left. I never saw him again, It was time for me to leave and get a room. That was always the plan. How did I get sidetracked? Where am I? Who am I? I started looking at hotels in a nearby city with a dense population...

Part One: A Blinking Light ********************************************** A bump in the road snapped me back to reality. It was nothing more than a gravel driveway, and I slowly navigated the darkness, the crunching sound of tire on stone and rock the only audible noise, heading for my destination. My stomach lurched with every tiny bump and pothole I hit. Yes, I was really doing this. My mind began to wander back again to our conversation just a few minutes previously. I had been driving when the telltale flash of my phones status light told me I had a message, that distinct orangish hue indicating it was from Grindr. I was in the middle of nowhere so I did what I shouldn't have and flicked open the app. He had started simply enough with a "hey man," and little did I know it would be anything but simple from there on out. As I always do, I flipped to his profile to see what I was dealing with: no picture, 46, 6'0", 145#, top, right now, positive. My pulse quickly sped up with that last part. It didn't say undetectable. Ordinarily no picture means instant dismissal but a guy on Grindr who straight up said positive was a rare find indeed! Of course guys who say positive often mean undetectable, but still the thrill of his stats (that one in particular) had me intrigued enough to respond. "Hi there." "You looking for some fun sexy stud? Slightly older guy here, but always ready to please." Slightly corny, but okay, I was still horned. "Depends on what you have in mind for me." Vague and elusive, I wanted him to give me more so that even if he turned out to be one of the thousands of flakes, at least I'd have something to beat off to when I get home. "Looking to slide inside a young buck such as yourself and ride him until I unleash my seed inside." A barebacker it sounded like, just my type of response! But now for the real test. "Sounds hot, you got any pics to share?" My phone fell silent for a moment. I knew it, he was one of those guys who probably hit up everyone in range just to amuse himself. I set the phone back down and returned myself to the task at hand of driving, though I noticed with slight amusement that he had definitely gotten the blood flow going down there. And then the steady pulsing of the notification light returned. He had responded. Oh fuck! His pictures took my growing uncut 7-inch piece straight to a solid state. His first pic was a full body shot. He was definitely rocking a semi-wasted look. He was thin with a hint of rib cage showing beneath his well-tanned skin, a nice but not too thick pellet of fur on his chest. His face was slightly gaunt, a thick but trimmed beard and a buzzed head. Thin, hairy, and veiny legs supported him, but his cock... my god, it was true what they said about wasting men--it makes their cocks more impressive. It looked long, uncut like mine, with an ample shaft but a quite impressive head that definitely flared out under the hood. It was the type of head, much thicker than the shaft, that would create that feel of a suctioning plunger inside an ass. There was a second picture, an even more impressive close-up of his wonderful monster. Now clearly hard and pointing at an erect and upright angle the head looked solidly larger than the shaft as I had noticed from the first picture, and just the tip of his piss slit peaking through the opening of his foreskin with a succulent and substantial strand of precum dangling down. I was sold. I responded with a picture of myself and one of my ass, as clearly that would be the most interesting part of me to him. I am a pretty good looking guy if you can get me to admit it. I stand 28, 5'11", 179#, fit though not muscular or ripped, but well exercised from all the sports I play. My chest is smooth, my skin a lightly tanned color, and my ass nice and firm--a slight bubble to it--and just a hint of fuzz on it. "Boy, I would love to be inside that beautiful pink hole, unleashing my seed inside you." "Fuck yeah man. It sounds like you play raw and shoot positive seed, right?" Again my phone fell silent. Had I perhaps broached that topic too quickly? I'm not one for small talk usually, but maybe this time should I have held off slightly, let the conversation develop more? The flash returned. "Prefer raw here, boy. My cock doesn't appreciate plastic. Oh, and my seed will change you - if that's what you want." Fuuuuuuck. It was. "It is, but your cock looks quite large, not sure that head will make it in!" "It's the hardest part to take, but once it's in, you'll never want it out." "Where are you?" This time there was no pause. Up popped the little map clip with the marker. Holy hell, he was just a few miles ahead. I was on a state road, but at 11:00 PM it was all but deserted and dark from the thick woods on either side. I had driven this road many times and had never noticed a house along my drive. "Looks like I'm driving toward you now and would arrive at your place in about five minutes. Is that too quick an arrival?" "Not at all. That cock pic is me - now. I'm ready if you are, boy." "Then I guess I'll see you shortly!" "Fuck yeah boy. Just be sure, 'cause I don't stop once I start, and once I'm in my head doesn't soften until it has unleashed its load inside you." Music to my ears. "I want it." "See you soon." And now, just a few minutes later, here I was, his small house in front of me, deep back in the woods. I parked, turned-off the Jeep, and took a deep breath. Last chance. I opened the door and stepped out into the crisp, cold, late-night air of a fall evening. Another deep breath and a pause. I turned and walked to the door and knocked. A few seconds later I heard footsteps approach the door. A hand on the knob, and the door opened. "Come on in," a voice said from inside. The room was dark, I couldn't see him in there. One last deep breath. I stepped inside.

It's not weird. Black men walk different. Black men talk different. And black men fuck ass different.

I just stood rooted to the ground as he disappeared into the ensuite, followed by the sounds of the shower starting. Holy shit. Why the fuck had I not insisted on a condom? Why the fuck was I no longer on prep? Why the fuck was my dick getting so hard? “Are you poz?” I asked, when he re-emerged, his skin glistening wet. “Yes mate” he said, before vigorously rubbing his short, jet-black hair with the towel. “Riddled with it” he finished, as he lowered the towel leaving his damp hair sexily tousled. “Oh” I said. “You on prep?” he asked. “No” I said. “Probably should be mate” he said, grinning at me. “Yeah” I whispered. “Anyway” he said, rubbing the towel under his groin before chucking it on the floor, “I want to fuck you missionary this time.” I knew that the chances increased with multiple exposures, and yet I still found myself climbing onto the bed, lying down on my back, and then lifting my legs in readiness. He got on the bed too, pushed my legs back over me with one arm, and then used his other to get his cock to my hole so he could start pushing in. The only lube I got was what was left in me from before, plus the remains of his previous load, but I bore down on his dick and soon he was fully in me. He leaned forward as he released my legs from under his arm, and I spread them out around him. He gave me a grin, and then began to thrust in and out. Despite knowing what I was now taking, I was rock hard and totally his to use. Virtually the whole time his eyes were locked on mine, and I somehow held his gaze as he fucked me. His green eyes were hypnotising, so despite the intensity of him staring at me, I did not want to look away. With each thrust in and out of me, waves of both pain and pleasure rippled through my whole body, but unlike our first fuck downstairs I stayed silent. He had not been vocal downstairs and nor was he for this second rutting, the effort of fucking me only evident from his breathing. It was absolutely the most intense sex I had ever experienced. He fucked me for quite a long time, before eventually accelerating towards his final thrust into me, unloading a second poz load deep within my hole. Feeling his cock throbbing inside me - and knowing what it meant - sent me over the edge, and without ever touching my cock I spontaneously blew over my stomach. He broke our uninterrupted eye contact to look down at the cum dripping out of my cock, then looked back up at me and grinned, while still breathing heavily. “You liked that, huh?” he asked. “Yes” I panted. He stayed in position for a couple more minutes, before slowly pulling out of me. He pushed himself over onto his back next to me, and I lowered my legs to the mattress. We lay there for a little while, neither saying anything, before he sat up and swung his legs over the side of the bed with his back to me. “Need a piss and a cigarette” he said, getting up and padding off to the bathroom. As I listened to him peeing, I hauled myself up as well, noticing how wet the duvet was from a combination of sweat and cum. I didn’t care though, and just focused on grabbing a couple of tissues from the box on the bedside table to wipe up what was dripping out of my arse as well as my own load from my stomach. I then slowly pulled on my shorts, and sat back down on the end of the bed. The stud emerged a moment later, shaking his hands dry before grabbing his own shorts and pulling them on. I got up and headed for the door to go back downstairs with him following me, and we were soon outside smoking a couple of cigarettes. This time we stayed out there in the sun, other than me popping inside to get two bottles of cold beer from the fridge, and we began to quietly chat as we enjoyed the drinks and a couple more cigarettes. I found out he was called Damian, he was 23, and while he was clearly an expert top who liked to take charge, sometimes when drunk or high he liked to bottom out and get loaded up by any man who happened to be around. This was how he had got pozzed, which he didn’t really care about and actually liked how free it helped him feel. He didn’t seem to be in any hurry to leave, nor did I have anything I was planning to do, so I just let the afternoon and evening play out on his terms. That involved going upstairs again so I could lie on my front while he fucked a third load into me, ordering in some Deliveroo to eat in the garden with a few more beers, and then moving back to the sofa where I rode him in a couple of positions to get load number four into me. After some quick showers we went out to the supermarket on the main road to get in some more beers and cigarettes, and then load number five was fucked into me as I was bent over the kitchen table. A prolonged break for drinks outside followed, before we moved upstairs, he got me on my side, positioned himself behind me, and then slid into me for a long and gentle sixth breeding. He remained in me as we fell asleep, and I woke at some point in the early hours as he gently began thrusting into me again to deliver a seventh dose of his toxic seed. Somehow he mustered up an eighth load into the morning, with me on all fours on the mattress groaning like a madman. Then, with a quick shower and a cup of coffee, he was gone. I spent part of Sunday researching my options for PEP, resolving to go to a clinic first thing on Monday to sort myself out. Yet, when it came to it, I faltered and allowed myself to get distracted with some client emails. The time ticked on, and at around 10.30am I could not help but give myself a clean out and then stick in a buttplug, unsure if he would be at my door later that morning. Of course, shortly after the bin lorry pulled up, my doorbell rang and there he was, grinning as always. I was soon bent over the stairs with him ramming into me, before getting down on my knees to clean up his cock once he had unloaded in me. That visit to the clinic never happened, but the bin crew breaktime routine was repeated throughout that working week. “You got plans tonight?” Damian asked me, as he zipped up his shorts on the Friday. “No” I said. “Cool” he replied. “OK if I come round later then?” “Sure” I said, smiling at him. This time my fridge was fully loaded with beers and ready-to-eat food, and I picked up a few packets of cigarettes as well. I left piles of tissues and packets of lube all round the house, and put a pile of clean towels out on the bed for him to use if he wanted to shower. When he turned up again around 4pm, grizzling slightly about having been sent off to finish another crew’s round, his grin returned as he saw how well prepared I was for his visit. He rewarded me for my efforts with a really great fuck on the sofa, and then we settled down outside for a couple of beers. He was relaxed and chatty, and I started to realise that he actually kind of liked me, being genuinely interested when I talked about my life or work. He never pushed the poz conversation, though was happy to answer questions about what it was like converting or whatever. He told me he was closeted at work on all fronts, but outside of that he was open about it all, including with his mum and brothers. He lived alone in a bedsit near the waste depot, being a bit vague about why he wasn’t still living with his mum, particularly as his hookups were always at the other guy’s house, in a club, or out in some woods or equivalent. I was a little taken aback when he said I was the only guy he was hooking up with at the moment, having assumed he must be finding fun elsewhere after his shift, but it turned out he was doing some extra work with a mate on some landscaping most afternoons to earn a bit more money that left him knackered by the evenings, so his late morning visits to me were currently his whole sex life. We went upstairs after that, so he could shower and then take me doggy style on the bed. When he blew inside me he collapsed forward, and I splayed down to be lying flat on my front with him on my back. He didn’t pull out, instead just lying there getting his breath back. Even when he had calmed down he stayed there, and then I felt him start to nuzzle me a bit. I moved my head to give him better access to the side of my neck, and he started kissing and licking my skin more deeply. After a few moments of this he gave a tentative push forward with his body, and in no time he was thrusting into my cum-filled hole again while he continued kissing my neck. With his weight on me, my hole sending out waves of pleasure, the soft tickling and kissing on my skin, and his heavy breathing close to my ear, I closed my eyes and began to feel like all there was in the universe was him and me, something I had never experienced even in the two significant relationships I’d had in my twenties. This continued even as he blew in me, and only ended when he started to lift himself up and pull out. I just laid on my front as he went to take a piss, basking in the afterglow of an incredible fuck. “You get me so fucking hot” he said, as he came back out of the bathroom and stopped to look at me. “Likewise” I replied, turning my head to face him. He gave me a big grin, before indicating it was time for a cigarette. I wearily hauled myself up and threw on some shorts, and then we went downstairs and out to the garden, stopping briefly to open some beers. This time we just sat in silence in the garden, sharing glances and smiling at each other occasionally, with him reaching over with his foot to gently rub mine at one point. Then we were back inside, and I bent over the kitchen table and wiggled my arse at him as seductively as I could manage. He came up behind me and pulled down my shorts, and then surprised me by squatting down and planting his face between my cheeks. He gave me an expert rim job that had me holding a hand over my mouth to stifle the moans, and then he was standing back up and pushing into me. As he gently fucked me he rubbed my back, and I arched it while often looking back at him as he thrust in and out. Feeling so ludicrously turned on, I then reached for the cigarettes on the table, popped two in my mouth and lit them, before passing one back to him. This was my house, and I wanted to smoke with this sexy fucker while he gave me what I needed. He looked so hot with the cigarette perched between his lips, his facial expression reflecting the focus and effort he was putting into reaming me out, and I also seriously got off on the nicotine high I was experiencing while I was fucked. I think he sensed I was about as turned on as I ever had been, as he paused quite a few times to prevent his orgasm so he could make it all last longer. Once he finally lost control and his load was deposited, he went over to the sofa to collapse rather than back out into the garden. I got us both some beers as well as a saucer for an ashtray, and sat down beside him. It was only when he spoke that I realised he had deliberately remained indoors so we could talk about something he maybe sensed I might be reluctant to address in potential earshot of the neighbours. “You didn’t go on prep, did you?” he asked. “No” I said. “I meant to get some PEP on Monday and then see about the other stuff, but ended up douching and plugging myself so I’d be ready for you again.” “It’s probably too late now” he said. “I know” I replied. “So you OK with me pozzing you then?” he asked. “More than OK with it” I said, realising the truth for the first time as I spoke it out loud. “I want you to convert me.” “You sure?” he asked. “Yes” I said. “I guess I’ve only just realised it, but I like that you’re not just breeding me but also giving me something extra.” He reached over and gently laid his hand on my thigh, rubbing it a little bit. “Good” he said. “‘Cos I want to keep fucking you.” “Yeah?” I replied. “Yeah” he said. He sat still for a moment, before leaning forward and putting his beer on the narrow coffee table. He reached over and took my beer from me to do the same with it, and then he swivelled his body up and over mine so he was straddling my lap facing me. He looked down into my eyes for a moment, before slowly leaning in. I closed my eyes as his lips met mine, and allowed him to lead as he began to kiss me deeper. I put my arms behind him and rubbed his back, and then ran one up to behind his head so I could pull him in tighter. Our dicks were hardening as we kissed, but we just kept at it for quite a long time rather than giving into the need to fuck again. Eventually he pulled back, and just stared down at me again. “Fuck” he said. “What?” I asked. “You” he said. “You was supposed to just be some lunchtime head.” “I was?” I asked, smiling at him. “Yeah” he said, “but now I just want to take you upstairs and fuck you all night.” “Then get to it stud” I said, winking at him and eliciting another of his intoxicating grins. Aside from some breaks for food, drink and cigarettes, that’s what he did. In every position imaginable, he impaled and fucked me, adding load after load of poz seed to my welcoming hole. Our mouths were often locked together as he railed me, and I came hands-free several times from the thrill of it all. Throughout Saturday he stuck around, with sex, naps, and even some cuddling on the sofa in front of Netflix filling the time. I got to enjoy watching him do press-ups, crunches and other exercises on the kitchen floor a couple of times, and also found out how much he enjoyed being rimmed. Late on the Saturday as we prepared for a pre-sleep fuck, he took my cock into his mouth and swallowed it, starting to show me that he was willing to take as well as give. He didn’t leave until late on Sunday morning, and I took to my bed to catch up on some sleep once he was gone. When I woke up, however, I was sweating and a bit unstable, and immediately knew what was probably happening. We had exchanged mobile numbers before he’d left, so I just sent him a text message with the emojis for sick and biohazard, before collapsing back into bed. I was woken early evening by my doorbell, and after a lot of effort I made it downstairs and cracked open the door to see Damian standing there with a big rucksack in one hand and a Tesco carrier bag in the other. I opened it wider to let him in, before I slid down onto the stairs. He dumped his things in the hallway before helping me get back upstairs, and once I lay down on the bed I passed out.

I fucking love stripping off my clothes until I am only wearing my athletic socks and sneakers in a booth. I am fully exposed, spreading my cheeks with my hands, and then backing myself up to the glory hole. I love keeping my hands in place, with my fingers between my ass cheeks and the wall, emphasizing the need to spread my cheeks as wide as possible to give any cock coming through the glory hole full and easy access to my fucking cunt. One regular spot is hot because if guys glance down under the short door to my booth, they will easily see my ass against the wall just waiting for an anonymous cock to enter the booth next to mine and dive in. In contrast, the other place has booths with doorways off to the side of the main hallway for some discretion, but there are no doors on the booths. It is fucking hot to have my ass against the glory hole when I guy walks up to my open doorway to my booth. He knows someone is in my booth because the round red light is lit above the doorway, confirming someone has paid money to watch videos. That does not stop the guy from curiously looking in the booth, however. It is a fucking rush to have a guy stand in the doorway to my booth, making direct eye contact with me and staring, while my ass is against the open hole, either waiting for cock to enter me or while a cock is fucking me as he watches. I stare at him, sending the unspoken message that I am a fucking slut, readily willing to take a fucking stranger's cock up my ass through a hole in the fucking wall. I don't give a shit who that cock belongs to because the most important thing is for me to have cock and its cum up my hole. I don't care that this fucking stranger is watching me in the moment because a cock and cum up my hole is my only priority. The look in the strangers's eyes staring back at me while I am in full-on slut mode, with my fuck hole against the glory hole, can vary. Sometimes it's a look of lust that says "I need me some of that" as he steps away from the doorway and I am left wondering if the cock that pushes inside my hole a moment later is the guy from the doorway or another cock that coincidentally makes contact with my hole. Then there are the looks of distain or judgement, where the guy sees me for the true slut that I am with no pretense, and has no interest in using my community hole because he is horny but not willing to stoop to my level of depravity because he has standards. He's going to leave my hole for the cocks that randomly push into an anonymous fuck hole pressed against a glory hole wall, willing to use any fucking hole to dump their loads inside.

Part 2 Back home by rage had fully subsided. Carl was having an early night as he flight was at a crazy time in the morning. I was chilling with a glass of wine and a TV in the background but paying no attention to what was on. Instead I was on my phone searching for random gay cruising listings. I search hit came up for the “Hit and miss toilets” in the park by the river. Reading the comments it seemed like it was very active up until summer last year and now not so much. Next was to check out some of the hook up sites and apps to see who was around. I purposely avoided Grindr as I was scared that the first profile I’d see on it was Carl’s and I had to keep my focus away from that. After about an hour of a mindlessly scrolling, searching and getting distracted by porn I found some more obscure sites. One was dedicated to finding guys into bareback sex and another one was to share stories of ‘POZ encounters’. Its not something that had ever turned me on but reading the stories in the fiction section got my dick hard and my heart pounding. I even took a blast of poppers whilst reading. Some of the encounters were just mind blowing. I was so horned up by the stories and light headed with the wine I created a profile on the barebacking hookup site, took and uploaded some pics then added a slutty message to my profile text. Even though I have a respectable city job I’m in shape with a lot of running, cycling and weights. I’m no adonis but I’m kinda pleased with my lean build, furry chest and muscular but round ass! After about another 30 mins of checking out various guys (none of whom were nearby) I was getting frustrated by the lack of attention. So I upped the stakes by creating a party listing: “Married Bttm hosting this weekend. Anon. No load refused”. No sooner had I clicked the submit button I must have fallen asleep on the sofa as the next thing I knew was Carl kissing me on the forehead and saying goodbye. I crawled into our bedroom and fell asleep again. Waking up I had the mixture of guilt and horniness. Carl had sent me a message wishing me a good day and how he’ll miss me. My phone also had the barebacking site still open. To my surprise there were over 30 messages! Admittedly several of them were automated pic sharing notifications but still this was more attention than I’ve had in years. There were about 8 requests to join my party listing. Its as this point I decided that I did want to go through with this. I accepted requests, messaged a few of the guys and got several back in return. It was approaching lunch so I took a long shower to ensure I was fully clean outside and in. My favourite mix of porn, poppers and wine helped relax me and get me in the mood. My stomach was in knots as I sent the first guy my address and his immediate reply was “Cool bud, see you in 25mins”. That time passed by so quickly as son enough there was another buzz on my phone “Parked up, let me know when you’re in position”. It took me a moment to comprehend the message then I remembered in my listing it said anon. Not wanting to disappoint I quickly closed the blind, stripped to my jock, unlocked the front door and waited face down on the bed. A simple “Ready” was all it took and seconds later I heard the main door open. Another blast of poppers settled me down as the guy entered our martial bedroom and placed his hands on my hips. “My my my that ass looks even more delicious in person” “Thank you, sir” “Sir… I like that… are you going to be an obedient boy for me” I just made a sound to convey my agreement The guy was older, out of shape but looked well endowed by his profile pics! His hands went to work massaging my back and neck. Commenting on my tension and trying to get me to relax. His tongue was exploring my body and then reached my hole. The way he rimmed me deeply was amazing. Id never had someone eat out my ass like he did. His beard stubble acting as a good sensation against my ass cheeks. A finger with lube was inserted and my hole got worked and loosened “Ready for my dick?” Again I just made a sound. I couldn’t speak as I was just thinking about my husband, how I should be using a condom, how I shouldn’t be doing this at all. So I just lay there. The head of his dick went straight in to my hole. His thickness was amazing, it felt like I was being impaled but I had no desire to push him back. Only the tip was inside me and already it felt unlike any other fuck I’d had. Without hesitation he thrust the rest of his dick inside and began to work my ass. I squirmed, clenched and tried to focus on my breathing to accept this dick by man it was tough to take! He just laughed and told to me relax. “Enjoying it?”, he exclaimed “Oh very, VERY much, Sir” “In that case lets take it to the next level” And with that the ramped up the intensity and started to absolutely bang my ass. There were so many times that I almost asked him to stop but before I could there was a grunt and he just shouted “Fuck yean man” at which point I knew he’d shot his load inside me. He wasn’t waiting around but I had to turn over to get a look at him. “Um thanks man” “No, thank you! That’s one amazing ass. And you look cute face up. I want that ass again…. And soon” He gathered his clothes, dressed and left. My head was spinning. Had I just let this random guy fuck me and I didn’t even think about asking for a condom? He was hot though, a great top, nice build and a cute scorpion tattoo on his hip. My ass was aching after that workout but I knew I wanted more so I reopened the barebacking app to see who else was interested in my extra martial party…

Part Seven: Leaking Onto My Seat *********************************************** I began to come down from my orgasm, again my brain focusing on the wetness inside my ass and the thick, rigid cock stretching it open. I could feel Tom beginning to soften, and slowly he began to withdraw, the metal of his ring tracing a line of cum I obviously could not see as it popped through my inner ring and began to slide against the soft innards of my lower rectum. It arrived at my outer ring, and he paused as he spoke. "Squeeze down tight, it will keep any cum still on my bar from coming out." Squeeze down... right. As if my ass had any control of its muscles anymore. It had be savagely busted open by these two men and used for their pleasure, and after destroying any ability of my muscles to tighten themselves, he now wanted me to try to close itself as he withdrew. Nevertheless, I tried to oblige him. He popped out and I felt the cool air rush up inside me; clearly my ass could no longer close itself. "Yeah boy, that's a gaping hole there. Mmmm, nice and cummy, with just a hit of red to know the job is done." My own uncut cock had been released by Gary's mouth, and as I felt him begin to pull himself out from under me from under my ass I felt myself experience a strange disappointment, that the night was now over. And yet, not quite. Gary pulled himself forward enough that he was able to sit up, his legs partially entwined with mine, and I felt the warmth of his breath move toward my hole. His tongue began to gently lick what must have been a small trail of cum leaking from my gaping ring. He slowly moved upward, collecting the dribble and bringing it to the doorway it had escaped through, and gently pushed it back in. He hadn't spoken since Tom had entered the fray, and I heard that first, original voice again. "There we go, no cum left behind." He and Tom both chuckled. "A little tearing but not much. You took us both so well boy. Don't think anyone has ever handled both our cocks so well. Did you enjoy it?" Hah! Was it not evident by the fact that I had never said "stop" or such? Were the two generous loads I had expelled not a sign? My still exposed ass all but begging for more didn't make it obvious? Of course I had, and I responded as such. "Fuck yeah. Still can't believe I did that. I mean, taking poz loads was always a fantasy, but how fast it just happened. I've always managed to avoid it somehow." Gary continued to maneuver himself down around my ass, and I felt his still rigid and wet head come to rest against my hole. "You avoided nothing tonight boy. You've taken quite a bit of toxic cum, with more than just our gift of AIDS. Many bugs now reside inside you. And you've been ripped open a bit. There's no question of avoidance this time. You belong to us now." And with that, he pushed his head into me, the dull pain of my outer ring being stretched open so far was far less that it was just a short time ago when he had ripped me open as never before. This time, though he was still large enough to always remind me of his size, he was able to bust in with minimal resistance. And he didn't stop after his head broke through, sinking all the way into me, lodging just inside my inner ring as it also expanded sorely and then clamped down to hold that head deep inside me. I knew he had one goal, to push any cum that had escaped my deepest insides during Tom's withdrawal back where it belonged. He pulled back out of my inner ring and shoved back in again, deep short strokes beginning to build in force and frequency. He was clearly bringing himself to a third orgasm. It took only moments and I felt his head again become impossibly solid as he shoved forward once more and the warmth I had experienced deep inside me from his first two loads, and that I realized had been missing when Tom exploded, returned as several splashes of his virally toxic semen joined what had to be quite the pond of deadly seed deep inside me. I could almost feel a sloshing inside me. "Oh yeaaah. That's it boy. So much cum in my balls." He collapsed forward on my back and my weak arms and legs gave out from under me; we landed on the bed, both face down, his sweaty, matted fur pressed against my back, his cock still inside, the last bits of his seed dribbling out his slit as he twitched a few more times. Tom laid down up at the head of the bed, his softened cock coming to rest on his left thigh. It was still streaked with the tiniest hints of cum, and--much more obviously--red blotches of blood. My blood. I hadn't bled just a bit, clearly I had been torn open quite badly. I felt my eyes grow heavy momentarily, and I closed them for just a moment. Or so I thought. In reality, it turned out I dozed off for about an hour. I awoke to find us in the same positions, Gary atop and inside me, Tom to the left of me. My ass was incredibly sore, and Gary had softened a bit while I had laid there, but feeling my stirring, he flinched inside me, and I felt his head begin to expand as the blood flowed in. Softened, it had slipped itself back into my lower chute, but wedged inside me his expanding head and shaft again begin to work into my deepest reaches, and I felt him again enter my second sphincter. Surely he wasn't about to fuck me for a fourth time?!?! He was not. Instead, I experienced another previously unexplored sensation. I suddenly felt a deep heat inside me, and it began to expand upward toward my stomach. Suddenly I began to feel my middle colon filling up and I realized his bladder was doing just the opposite. He was pissing deep into my ass, washing his and Tom's cum deep into my bowels. A part of me they hadn't been able to reach with their cocks was now to be fouled with their deadly poison, propelled forward by a wave of positive urine. Clearly he had well hydrated himself because the expanding colon walls of my intestines were becoming hot and painfully distended by the forced expansion from his discharge. Finally it seemed to stop moving, and I knew he had emptied himself. I heard--and felt--him sigh, his frail, wasted body still on my back. "Oh fuck boy, I needed to let that go. I piss like a racehorse too so you are quite well drenched inside. Just hold still as I slide out, we don't want you to lose any." He slowly pulled back and as his head popped back into my lower anal cavity, i felt a little splash of his scalding hot piss follow into an undrenched area. His cock tugged at my outer hole slightly as his shaft, which had dried a bit during my nap, extracted itself and the bulbous head it supported down to my final opening. He pulled out, my outer hole expelling him more easily than before as he had softened again considerably, and I felt the cold rubber of an ample butt plug thrust between my cheeks and through the entrance he had just vacated. It stung a bit as the unlubed plug broke through and created a seal. Everything was locked inside. Gary slid off the foot of the bed into a standing position, and Tom also rolled off and stood up. Our night was over. I somehow summoned the strength to pull myself off the bed and forced my wobbling knees to hold me upright. We all managed to make it down the stairs somehow without awkwardly tumbling down, and with the flick of a switch, Tom illuminated the room slightly with a single lamp. There behind the couch was the pile of my clothes, exactly where I had left them. Wait, where was me jock? Shit, I still had it on as I looked down at my now-soft uncut penis, exposed by the fabric where Gary had pulled it aside to free me. I pulled the fabric outward, allowing my dick to return inside. Gary and Tom stood there, watching, as I awkwardly bent over to pick my clothes up, the butt plug in my ass making this anything but a simple task. It was compounded by the fact that in bending over, my inner ring must have stretched in a way that I felt a small torrent of cum-laden piss spill into my lower rectum and splash down to my plug-sealed ass. It was unable to go further. Both noticed the momentary look of panic on my face as I felt the piss break through, thinking it would blast its way out of me onto the floor. Gary chuckled as Tom stepped forward. "Yeah, it will eventually work it's way down, filling you up down there. You'll feel like you need to press down and take a shit. Best to resist that urge." I somehow managed to work my legs into my track pants and pull them up, but in doing so I could feel my movements releasing more piss, and it was beginning to seep down around the butt plug, lubricating it; I knew eventually the dry seal holding it in would give way. I pulled on my tshirt, threw my jacket on, and stepped into my sneakers, leaving them untied. I dare not bend over for fear of losing the contents of my ass. Tom walked with me to the door, still naked, opening it to a blast of cold night air. I stepped out into the darkness, grabbing my keys and hitting the unlock button on the small remote. "Thanks for coming." Tom gently closed the door, and just as unceremoniously as that, I stood outside the house. My ass was full of lethal seed, already doing its work, my bowels distended by an incredibly large amount of piss. I stepped up into my Jeep. I sat down, the plug pushing up into me as I felt the first signs of wetness between my cheeks. I knew it would only grow, and as I began to drive away, the uneven terrain of the driveway bounced me around, releasing more piss from deep inside into my rectum, where the increasing pressure forced more drops and dribbles past the plug and into my track pants. I had almost reached the highway, when I felt one more torent increase the pressure to a point I knew was unmanageable. I slammed the car into park, threw open the door, and hopped out next to my Jeep. I thrust my pants down, grabbed the frame, and squatted back as I felt the but plug painfully erupt from my ass, firing itself into the darkness of the brush alongside the road. It was followed by a foreful spray of hot piss, splashes of which came back against my legs and sneakers and the track pants piled around my ankles. I felt my ass contact again, pushing down hard as if trying to take a shit, and another loud, forceful spray shot out. A few more pushes, a bit more piss, and finally it stopped. Shit. My ass was drenched and I had nothing to wipe it dry with. I winced as I pulled up my pants, feeling a disgusting wetness. I climbed back in my car, and resumed my drive home. And yet, despite all that I had expelled, I felt a few remnants of piss continue to escape, drenching my pants; I drove the remaining hour home that way, the mixture of cum and piss passing through the nylon fabric and leaking onto my seat.

Part Six: Swallowing Every Drop *********************************************** Cocks, no matter how hard they get, are still flesh. When push comes to shove (literally), inevitably they bend, flex, contract. But metal? Metal never gives way to flesh; it pushes flesh aside, maintaining its movement and motion at the expense of flesh. And such was exactly the case with Tom's barbell as I felt it slowly pulling out over my second ring, my soft tissue--already brutalized--stretching awkwarldly and tenderly as the pair of balls slid over it. Tom slowly pulled back, then pushed forward again and slowly buried himself to the hilt once more. "Mmmm, yeah. You feel me deep inside you there? My head and bar feel so wet, Gary really spunked you good." Twice. Gary had injected his fatal load in me twice, both times copious amounts of tainted cum, and now it was coating Tom's head and piercing, ready to be gouged into the soft walls of my rectum as they eventually tore open under the onslaught of the metallic monster inside me now. Just one more way to make sure that I left this bed, this house, a changed man. He pulled back and thrust in again. "Much as I love seeing your eyes squeezed shut as you try to enjoy this, I prefer a different angle when I fuck. Time to get on your hands and knees boy." How long had I been laying here? Did it matter? Despite every last ounce of common sense I had that told me I should stop this... get out... go... run, here I was about to roll over to give this sickly and wasted man a better angle to inject his poison into me. I somehow managed to make my arms move and began pulling myself to the left as I, for the second time that night, attempted to turn myself with a solid shaft deep in my ass. I felt a slight dry tug as my outer ass ring painfully began to slide left with me on the base of Tom's dry cock. If you've ever attempted to execute this maneuver, you know there's no way to do it that isn't awkward. Like a pig on a spit roast, you have an axis on which you must rotate, and your limbs become less useful than at any other time. You may need to use short motions, moving one limb at a time, your body rising and falling as you gradually move your right arm underneath you. Eventually you bring your arm far enough underneath that you can plant your hand and begin to make your upper body rise, as your left arm and hand also make contact with the semi-soft covering of the bed. Your body and face begin to rise and your legs in turn begin to establish themselves as your feet adjust to stradle your top. And yet this was made even more complicated for me by the feeling of a piercing tearing at my inner ring with every up and down and left and right movement of my body. Yet somehow I managed to do it and there I was on all fours on the bed, Tom's rigid tool still buried deep within me. Gary reached under and pulled away the pillow that had elevated my ass for him. "Much better." Tom's words were punctuated by another withdraw from my deepest insides, but instead of a short and gentle thrust, this time his head and piercing pulled back until they were just inside my outer ring. And gradually they decended again into me; it was time for him to fuck me. He began to long dick me, the ass juices and bits of Gary's cum no doubt beginning to lubricate his shaft as each pass felt less dry and more smooth. Well, as smooth as can be in this case, since his much thicker shaft continued to stretch my ass, with no loosening in sight. I was clamped firmly on his rigid penis. As his long, slow thrusts continued, I felt the bed shift as I saw Gary mount it in front of me and he laid himself down on his back in front of me, positioned head to head so that he appeared to be upside down. I didn't have to wait to wonder what he intended, as he reached his arms up between mine and slowly pulled his head past mine and moved under my chest. I was now faced with his hairy chest, boney ribcage clearly visible, the lesions just inches from me. And then... Oh fuck. His warm mouth enclosed my right nipple and my head snapped upwards and backwards, and I felt my ass painfully try to clamp down on Tom's tool, almost trying to expel it, as if I could push his nine inches out of me that easily. There was very little my ass muscles could do in their traumatized state, but they definitely did their best to tighten my hole, and as I let out a gutteral groan, I heard Tom do the same and I knew he had felt my contraction. My ass would contract several more times as Gary shifted to my left nipple, and then back to my right, alternating between the two as he suckled them. His hands reached up to my sides, and I noticed for the first time that night how coarse they were as they moved along my lower abdomen, out to my sides, and toward my back. All the while Tom continued his rhythmic assault on my ass, his piercing never failing to remind me of its presence as he steadly gouged my rectum with each thrust and retraction. His pace increased slightly and I felt his balls begin to gently slap against mine with each re-entry. They were definitely large, as large as Gary's, and no doubt just as full of lethal AIDS virus as his partner in crime's were. Virus that I had no doubt would be deep inside me in the very near future. I felt Gary shift further underneath me and as his warm mouth sought out and enclosed the foreskin of my uncut head and my ass contracted one more painful time, I found myself now with my closest look at the weapon that had impaled me at the start of this night. He was solidly hard again, his head swollen beneath the hood, his thinner shaft unable to keep his cock upright as the weight of his bulbous acorn kept it almost laying against his chest. Precum poured from his piss slit, already pooling in a small wet spot near his belly button. The underside of his shaft visible to me, I noticed even it was marked by a lesion, one that had been inside me; I shuddered, both from this knowledge and from the warmth of Gary's mouth as he elevated his head to take most all of my dick into his mouth. Again my ass contracted. "Oh fuck boy, you are bringing me close!" Tom's words refocused my attention on his now-pounding of my ass as his balls began to slap heavily against mine. His hard thrusts driving his barbell deeper into my ass, its walls, and my vulnerable soft tissues as he spread Gary's seed throughout my ass. "Yeah, it's time to fuck this wad into you. Oh yeah, gonna cum, gonna.... AGHHHH!!!" His thrusts had reached their climax, his balls has begun slapping me higher as they drew up, and his already thick and solid shaft grew harder, and with one last, as perhaps the most painful thrust yet, he lodged himself as deeply inside me as he could... and came. It was another torrent of seed as I felt the first two or three jets impact my inner hole's walls; his load was indeed just as large as Gary's, and it continued for a good 8 or 9 well sized shots. He must have been holding this one for days. And as his cum began to find every exposed surface inside me, coating me with deadly seed, my own cock could take no more of the wet, warm attention being paid it and without warning I erupted down Gary's throat. And as his throat was coated with my last negative load, my ass continued--as it had with his two loads--welcoming Tom's seed deep inside me, my inner ring swallowing every drop.

Part Three: The Warmth Inside ******************************************* It may have seemed like an eternity but it was only a few seconds of stillness before I felt a pressure inside and realized he was beginning to slowly thrust again. "Oh fuck boy, it's been a long time since I've been in such a warm and willing hole. Give me a sec while I adjust and let my foreskin inside you too." His gyrations were slow and shallow, but I could feel a slight fullness growing inside me as I realized his abundant foreskin was slowly inching back up and over his exposed head. A bit of his shaft followed with each push, and after a minute or so he paused again. "Muuuch better. Fuck boy, you are so wet inside. And my load will eventually make that a flood." I felt myself go limp, not that I had been capable of tensing any muscles since his entrance just moments ago. But he definitely felt me surrender to his grip. My nipples once again being tweaked and lightly pinched as my shaft again grew, having gone flaccid from the pain I had so recently felt. I was hard in no time and I felt my hormones again begin to flow as his well-lubricated death stick began a new mission: burying itself as deep as it could go. I knew it wouldn't take long, with his head now inside, his shaft would have no trouble following and I again closer my eyes tightly as he began to sink into me with one long continuous push. He was nearly there and then I felt him reach my second, more inner ring and begin stretching it just as he had my outermost one. Again, I felt a ripping, tearing pain as his head spread my inner muscle apart further than anything ever had. He gripped me tight, sensing my latest round of discomfort. He all but cooed into my ear, the short hairs of his beard tickling my skin. "It's okay, once more, just a thrust." And a thrust it was. There was no gentle working of this ring. He pushed hard and deep and for the second time (and not the last) I cried out in a scream of pain as he pushed his massive head through in one flick of his hips. With no resistance left his cock kept its momentum and sank completely into me, his groin settling against on my upper ass and his quite hefty ball sack slapped gently up against my lower cheeks; I remember thinking his balls felt as large as his ass-splitting acorn. "I'm all the way in now boy." I slowly opened my eyes and forced myself to resume a normal breathing rhythm. He was so deep inside me, I could feel his head pushing against the lower front wall of my abdomen. Things were definitely being rearranged internally, I could feel it. And then, I felt something else: a dull, burning, almost hot pain inside me. He wasn't cumming already was he? Again, he had read my mind. "Fuuuuck, leaking so badly boy. More of my death lube inside you." Precum, just precum? Were his balls also furnaces? The liquid his piss slit was generously oozing onto my ass walls was all but scalding hot inside me! I felt his plug of a head gently rocking deep inside my second ring, and I knew he was making sure the coating was evenly distributed. AIDS. In my hole. What the fuck was I doing? Wait. NOW I was having second thoughts? I thought back just a couple years to when I had been a condom-nazi. Never touched a guy or gal back then without them. Then, while fucking a FTM trans guy, my rubber had broken, and a few weeks later there had been a pregnancy scare. To say I had been a nervous wreck was an understatement, but the feel of my sensitive uncut head touching skin had intrigued me, and while a war had raged inside me about safe sex and long healthy life, I found myself experimenting with raw encounters. At first I only topped one of my regular buds bare; he had admitted it was a fantasy of his and was all to ready to help me experiment when I shared with him my desire. Still, I never took him bare at first. But one day I was just so damn horny that when the rubber broke as he was about to climax, I ignored his warning and slammed myself down on him until his prodigious load filled me inside. I was hooked. As I explored bareback sex, both in bed and online, it was a natural progression to curiosity about poz men, and gradually I began engaging with several undetectable fuck buds. But I had never played with a man so riddled by the virus, so willing to share it, and so potent as to ensure that once would be enough. Until now. The rocking continued and became, once again, a thrusting, gentle at first, and then gradually increasing in speed. Yet, he was still shallow, completely inside my second ring until... I felt the back of his head hit my second ring, moving in the opposite direction from which it had entered. I knew this would hurt, as there was no flare to make it a gradual exit. Instead his head began pulling my inner sphincter along with it as he tried to withdraw. I felt it pull, painfully, and then it ripped open again as his head popped back into my lower chute. Another scream. "That's it, boy, feel me tearing open your inner hole. A few more thrusts in and out and you'll be used it it." And with that, his half withdrawn monster slammed back through my inner barrier. My head fell back as I screamed. Again. And again. And again. This was no longer gentle - he was busting me open, his massive plow probably destroying my ability to ever walk or defecate normally again. Still, little by little the pain decreased to a tolerable amount, although in no way disappearing. Somehow I realized with each withdraw his cock head was now also pulling against my outer ring. He was deep-dicking me hard and rhythmically. "No need to worry boy. I'm not exiting that first ring until my balls have emptied their cargo of demon seed inside you." His fucking continued, us standing there just inside his door. Pounding thrusts created involuntary, guttural grunts from me as he continued to bust my second ass ring wide open with every pass. "I've never shot my seed at this toxicity into anyone before, boy. You will never be able to treat it or fight it. I have created the ultimate weapon and will give it to you now." His rhythm picked up as his thrusting increased in fury. His breathing began to sound labored and I knew the time had come. He was about to impregnate me with his AIDS. A strain so virulent that no treatment for it yet existed. Its noxious brew already sliming my ass walls in his precum, but now a voluminous amount of liquid death was about to enter me and my journey to a wasted state similar to him would begin. I was ready. And so was he. I felt his cock grow incredibly hard inside me as the blood flowed in to create a rock solid weapon capable of unleashing a deadly force inside its victim, a straight shot to the soft tissue that would absorb the poison that would change it forever. "Oh god, boy, I'm going to cum!" And with that he thrust deeply one last, painful time as his steel shaft thrust a rock hard head past my inner sphincter one last time and lodged it there so it could finally accomplish its mission. "OH FUCK! FUCK! FUCK!" He screamed into my ear and that hot burning sensation I had felt deep in my bowels before, created just by a single strand of precum, was replaced by a flood of scalding liquid as the first wave of his load splashed against innocent, unprotected soft tissue. It was quickly followed by another seven or eight spurts, each gradually decreasing in size until it was just an oozing dribble. As each wave of liquid toxicity entered me I felt his nutsack jump behind me, signalling the rocketing of another wave through those tiny, miniscule tubules that blend semen and sperm and send the mixture on to its destination. Each wave of his load of course stayed right where it was, his ample head plugging my inner hole in a tight seal. He gradually relaxed himself, and his hands slowly moved to my chest, again focusing on my soft and tender pink nipples. "Fuuuck boy, I haven't cum like that in ages. There's just no substitute for an ass like your's. Don't worry, I won't be going soft for a while, there's more seed to unload inside you. I felt your ass clamping down on me and throbbing. How big a load did you shoot?" How big a load did I shoot? DID I shoot? I looked down. Fuck! I had. I could barely see the glistening last strand of cum hanging from my slowly softening penis. I hadn't even felt myself blow. But I could make out several spots of cum on the back of the couch in front of me. Yeah, I had cum, quite impressively even for me. I noticed I felt an ache in my balls, the way you do when a load has been building for a while and is finally released. "Quite a bit it seems." Aside from my screams, they were the first words I had uttered since we began, if you ignored my feeble pleas for him to 'take it out' as he entered. "Mmmm, one of your last negative loads. How about we move up to the bed?" With that we somehow moved to the staircase and waddled our way up, me still in his embrace and with his ever so slightly softened piece still plugging his load deep in my chute. I welcomed the warmth inside me as we entered his bedroom.

Andy is a boy that just turned 18. He came from a very conservative Asian family and was not able to fully embrace the part of himself that was gay. He is extremely naïve to how the real world works due to his sheltered upbringing. He is also prone to thinking everyone is as honest as he was raised to be. He had started college and was for the first time in his life away from his controlling family and able to embrace his homosexual side. All someone had to do was look at the Asian twink to know he was a natural bottom gay. He is just the last to know. Andy created a profile on a hookup site believing it to be a regular social media for connecting with other gay students. His profile was simple. A good Christian boy looking for other nice guys to network. First time away from home so looking a group of my own. I’m a complete virgin and waiting for Mr. Right. The profile went on but basically he was screaming naïve boy who is far too trusting needs what is coming to him. Plenty of guys messaged the teen up and almost all of them started with crude language that turned Andy off right away. Enter Quinn – a college jock in his senior year of college. Quinn was an alpha male that loved turning out younger guys, especially the innocent ones. The innocent ones made his dick bounce. Quinn was just smoking a bowl of tina, browsing through the site when he came across Andy’s profile. Q: oh wow, look at this little sheep. I can smell the innocence on this one. Quinn was experienced at talking to sweet young things like Andy. He messaged a nice cordial DM and the ball was rolling. Andy received Quinn’s message. It was a nice change from all the smut he was getting from the other guys on the site. The seeds were planted and Andy never had a chance. They messaged back and forth for a few weeks and Andy felt extremely comfortable with Quinn now. When they finally started talking about sex it was calmly and meticulously planned out. Andy had admitted that though he was as virgin, he wanted to explore some stuff. With the right guy. Oh Quinn innocently responded with I think you’re really special. Andy was eating this shit up and they started talking about meeting up for coffee. They met up a few times socially, usually getting coffee at the local coffee bar. Andy was reassured at every turn that Quinn was just a nice guy through and through. When the conversation returned to sex, Andy was less bashful and started to say he’d like to try some stuff with Quinn but not all the way. He was still saving himself for the man of his dreams. They set up a date where Andy would go over to Quinn’s place and they would chill a bit and see where things went to. Quinn had made sure they had brought up rimming in their earlier conversations. He explained that it made a boy feel amazing without having sex. Andy had agreed to let Quinn try it out on him. Quinn explained about douching so that he would lick a clean ass. Andy agreed. The night of the date had come Andy was extremely nervous. He had made sure to clean out properly and was ready to go. He told himself that he would just see where the date went. No pressure. He walked up to Quinn’s door and rang the doorbell. Quinn answered the door and continued to play the innocent part. He welcomed him into his pad. It was an house that he shared with 2 roommates but he said they were gone for the night. He offered the teen a soda and politely excused himself to the kitchen. Quinn returned with 2 cups with soda. He handed one to Andy, who was nervous and parched. Andy gulped the drink down in an instant. They both laughed nervously. Quinn offered him some more soda and before he received an answer, he was pouring half of his soda into Andy’s cup. Andy drank up and finished his second glass. They spent some time just talking on the couch, just chatting away. About 20 mins into their conversation, Quinn felt like the G had enough time to start its magic. Quinn got close up to Andy and started kissing him. They made out for a while. Quinn could feel the twink getting looser and more relaxed underneath him. He reached down and pulled off Andy’s shirt and then threw off his own. They were chest to chest and the kissing was getting more intense. Andy started showing signs of disorientation and Quinn took the opportunity to help guide him to his bedroom. Andy was a bit wabbly but was excited to branch out and see what happens. When they entered the room, the first thing noticeable was a sling set up in the middle of the room. The queen size bed was to the side and so was the dresser and closet. Everything seemed to be positioned around the sling. A: oh what’s that? Q: oh that’s just a nifty contraption to elevate you while I eat you out. It’s really fun. Quinn slide up behind Andy and started to rub his perky ass. He placed his hand under his underwear and squeezed his cheek with one hand. With his other hand he reached up and grazed Andy’s nipple. Just a soft touch to make him take a deep breath. He starts to kiss Andy’s neck from behind him. His hands make their way to the front of Andy’s pants. He undoes the button and zipper and the pants slide down. Meanwhile, Quinn’s kisses have moved upward and he is now nibbling on his earlobe. Andy is overwhelmed with all these new sensations that he didn’t even realize his pants were down until Quinn had him step out of them completely. Andy started to feel a bit vulnerable. Sensing this, Quinn also took off his pants, getting down to his boxers. He reaches forward and turns Andy around so he can grind his dick into the boy’s ass. Andy’s breathing is getting louder. Quinn notices his unstable wobbling in place and suggests Andy try out the sling. With the G clouding his mind, he just lets Quinn guide him into the sling. Andy is laying in it like he had done it a million times. Q: ok lets lose these. Quinn reaches forward and grabs the twinks underwear and pulls them up and over his legs. Q: Can you feel the a slight breeze on your butt now? A: yeah, I can. It feels pretty good. Q: oh that aight nothing yet. Quinn starts tying restraints to his ankles. A: what are you doing? Q: oh this is because it’s gonna feel so good that your legs are going to squirm about and rock the whole thing. This helps with keeping them in place. A: ah, ok… guess that makes sense. Quinn walked up to the other side and pulled his left arm up and tied it up. He walked over to the right A: why are you doing my arms? Q: oh this is so you have something to hold on to. See, your wrists are tied loosely so you can pull them out whenever you want. He secures the right arm. He walks over to his dresser, turns on some mood setting music, and pulls out a wooden box and walks back over to the sling. He places the box down on the floor. Q: okay, are you ready to feel my tongue in your ass? A: yeah, im ready. Quinn approaches Andy’s hole and softly licks the opening. The boy makes a slight moan. Quinn dives in and starts to open the boy up. He has the Asian twink moaning. He is fucking the hole with his tongue; getting it all wet. Q: I’m going to try using my finger, okay? A: ah, okay… Quinn gets to his knees and opens the wooden box and reaches for a bottle of lube. He places a small amount on his finger and pushes half his finger into the boy. Andy makes a noise of discomfort but doesn’t say anything. Quinn pulls the finger out and places another small amount of lube on his finger before pushing it back into the hole. This time he got the whole finger to go in. He pulls the finger out and opens a small baggie of powder, dips his finger in it and pushes it back into the boy. A: oh no, it burns a little Q: that’s okay, it’s supposed to for a bit. It will pass. Quinn repeated the dip and pushed the finger in all the way. A: is it supposed to keep burning? Q: it will stop burning in a minute. Just wait it out. Quinn pull the single finger out and replaced it with 2 fingers. Pushing them in made the boy moan. Q: okay now, time to start the fun. Quinn went back to rimming the boy. Andy felt amazing the burning had stopped and his ass was feeling great. It was sending tingles all over his body. He was so lost in tingles that he never heard the sound of Quinn’s closet opening. His eyes were shut (in what he thought was bliss) and didn’t see 2 shadows come out, one on each side of him. It was a complete shock to him to feel the restraints on his wrists were being tightened. He opens his eyes and sees 2 other gorgeous jocks just like Quinn on each side of him. He tried to pull his arms out but to no avail. A: what’s going on? Who are these guys? Why cant I get out? Quinn stands up and stares at Andy with eyes of lust. Q: oh these are my roommates. We do everything together. We corrupt nice boys like yourself together. We parTy together A: party? What do you mean like cake? Q: Drug fueled sex parties. A: I thought you said you never did drugs. You said no sex. Just rimming. Andy struggles to try to free himself but gives up after a few minutes. Q: just relax and enjoy. I know we are gonna enjoy ourselves. You might as well enjoy it too. In fact, I’m sure you are gonna love it. Quinn reaches down into his wooden box and opens a baggie with big rocks of tina. He picks out 2 good sized shards and placed them at the boy’s hole. He bends down and spits on the hole and pushes the big one into the teen. A: ahh, it burns. Stop it. Please. I don’t do drugs Q: well that is a shame because drugs love to do you. With that comment, he pushed the second shard in and holds his fingers in place to let it absorb. Q: and another one for good measure. Quinn reaches down and pulls out another shard and pushes it in the hole. Again he holds it in place. Once he hears the teens pleas turn into moans, he starts finger fucking him. Q: okay boys, time to drop ‘em and start playing. The 2 other jocks throw their clothes off. Both are already hard with their dicks pointing up at the ceiling. Quinn slides the wooden box over to one of the men. He opens it up and pulls out a pipe and a torch. The pipe is prepacked with a full bulb. He flicks the torch on and bounces the flame off the bottom of the bulb. He blows out a huge cloud right into the teen’s face. He takes another big hit and blows in his face again. Q: okay Andy, I’d like to introduce you to Klein, the man blowing in your face. Klein is packing 8 inches for you tonight. And this other hunk is Ivan. Say hello guys K: hello hole of the night. I: hello future cumslut Klein passed the pipe to Ivan. He repeated the process of blowing clouds right into the teen’s face. They pass the pipe over to Quinn. He walks over to Andy’s side with his head and rips a huge hit, he then bends down, grips the teen’s nose and presses against his lips. The teen opens his mouth and Quinn blows the huge cloud into his mouth. The teen just coughs taking most of the cloud into his lungs. Quinn does it again, this time without holding his nose. The teen instinctually opened his mouth to start kissing. The lungs fill with cloud again, this time he blew out some of the cloud. A: oh my gawd, what is this feeling? Feeling all over? Q: that’s the tina working on you. K: you feel that tingle in your mouth? I: you feel that tingle in your boy hole? A: yes, like a burning but in a good tingle way. K: that means you are starting to fly I: that means you are ready for our dicks Q: that means you’re all ours Quinn pushed his dick to Andy’s mouth. The twink opened up like he was programmed to do it. This was the first blow job he had ever given but he was taking to it nicely. He got the dick nice and slick of spit. He walked around to the boy’s exposed hole. He spit on the hole before lining his dick up to it. Pop, his head slid right in. The boy yelped. He grabbed the teen by the waist and slammed the rest of his 7 inches in one push. The boy cried out. A: nooo, take it out. Please take it out. It hurts Q: oh no I’m sorry let me take it out if it hurts. Quinn pulled out almost all the way leaving just his head. He waited for him to stop clinching so hard and then slammed it right back in to the hilt. A: ahhh, nooo, please. Gawd please. It’s too big Q: if you think I’m too big, then you are gonna be shocked by the boys. They both pack 8 inches. Your lucky though, all three of us are pretty much the same thickness. So once you get used to my dick, they should be good to plow you too. Quinn pulled almost out. Boom! Slammed back in. He surprised Andy when he did pull all the way out. He thought it might be the end of his escapades. He was sorely mistaken. Quinn just reached into the wooden box and pulled out the powder and coated his dick. He pushed right back into the teen. A: burns, burns, burns, Ivan pushed his dick into the boy’s mouth. It muffled the cries a bit. Q: get used to it already. There you go. I can feel you relaxing. Maybe now I can fuck. Quinn slammed balls deep and felt less resistance from the hole. He knew it was time. He started to pound out like a jackhammer. Luckily the music he had started earlier was drowning out the cries from Andy. By the time Quinn was ready to shoot his load, the teens cries were turned into moans of a whore. He was begging for more dick, more pounding. Q: I knew I picked well with this one. Quinn pushed as deep as he could into the hole and shot his first load. He pulled out and slapped Andy’s ass, leaving a pink hand print on his porcelain left cheek. Ivan stepped away from Andy’s mouth and goes to the wooden box. He collects 2 more chunks of tina goes to the boy’s hole. He pushes in the first chunk with his finger. He then puts the second one against the hole and pushes it in with his dick. With the new tina added to the cum already in the hole, his dick slid right in. A yelp escaped the boy as he got used to the new length of dick in him. But Klein pushed his dick in the boy’s face. He took it in his mouth and again his noises were muffled. I: oh yeah baby, make me feel it. Damn he’s tight. Definitely was a virgin but once it’s in, it fits like a glove. Ivan grips the tied up legs and uses the leverage to have the boy rock the sling and bounce back on his dick. He just stands there bringing the ass to him. He enjoys that for a long while. Klein pulls his dick out and switches sides. He feeds the teen his dick from the other side of his face. Ivan takes this opportunity to start long dicking the twink. When he was finally ready to blow his load, he kept long dicking him and the cum was shot the length of his ass and then pushed further back and back and back. He pulls out and Klein pulls out of the twink’s mouth. It is Klein’s turn to visit the wooden box. But he reaches for something else. He likes fucking looser holes. He was just gonna take a shortcut. He pulls out a point. He makes a small sized shot ready for the twink. Klein goes over to his arm restraint. The boy is flying high and wasn’t even fazed when his arm was untied. K: ok now boy, I don’t wanna hurt you. Keep your arm still and it wont hurt. He ties off the boy’s arm and pushes the needle in a vein. He draws back, registers, and pushes the liquid in. he unties and pushes the twink’s arm up above his head. The twink starts a coughing fit. As it subsides, the twink’s eyes go black and he is flying super high. Klein even leaves his arm untied. Klein goes to the boy’s hole and sticks his finger into the wet opening. It sucks on his finger. K: perfect Klein lines his dick up and slams it into the boy. The teen squeals in excitement and his small tina dick cums on himself. The third jock shows off his stamina by power fucking the twink for almost an hour. With a few breaks to stop for water. The boy is just limp like a stack of potatoes enjoying the assault on his hole. Andy tries to jerk himself off but is stuck staring off into the unknown. When Klein is ready to shoot his load, he reaches for the boy’s head and pulls him down toward himself. The three jocks stare down at the used twink. Andy stares back but looks like he is staring at a scene behind the men that only he can see. Quinn pushes a medium sized butt plug into the boy. A: am I done? Q: done? Don’t you want more dick? You cumwhore. A: yes I want dick. I want all your cum. … bu K: Good because we not done yet. you just got a baby shot. The three jocks share a good laugh and walk away from the twink in the sling. I: lets go get something from the kitchen. We need to eat something if we are gonna go all night. K: fuck eating, I need more water. They just leave the boy in the sling behind like an afterthought.

Decided to visit the local bar with a darkroom with the husband since we have family visiting and had had an enforce dry spell. We relaxed in the bar for a bit while watching the eye candy before heading into the darkroom. We started out on one of the bed areas with me sucking him off while we watched another bear/cub couple fucking in the sling by us. Once I got him nice and hard I hopped up in the sling next to the other bears where he slowly opened me up with a slow fuck. Was so hot being slow fucked while seeing a cub getting railed and heading the bears balls clap against his ass. Since it had been so long of a dry spell the husband and I moved back to the bed where we could watch the show while we made out and sucked each other. We also took another turn at fucking as my husband started to give me a nice pounding. While he was abusing my prostate he started to pinch and pull on my nipples and I knew my moans and whimpers were being heard throughout the darkroom. When we were close to cumming we decided on another make out break cool down and edge a little. After we had been edging for a while we had a sexy short muscled otter/cub around 160cm come ask to join us. This guy was hairy all over, had a nice average but very thick dick, and a tight muscled ass you could bounce a coin off of. My husband told me to get on my knees and suck him so that's just what I did. While they started rubbing each other all over and the otter started jacking off my husband I took him into my mouth in one go. It was hot hearing his moans as throated his fat head and the moans of my husband as the otter played with his foreskin. After a while of this my husband took his turn servicing this guy's cock while I stood behind him rubbing my cock between his tight checks and playing with his nipples. I then shifted to get between my husband's legs and took his cock into my mouth, and he started to throat fuck me as he sucked the otter. I had to pull off my husband after a bit as he was getting close, but as I did the otter gestured for me to join my man on his dick. This was the first time we had sucked the same guy's dick at the same time and it was amazing. We were all over it and his balls, even kissing around it as he thrusted. As we were all getting close we took a quick breather to shift around, and my husband and the otter placed me on my back with my ass on the edge of the bed. Almost in sync my man slammed himself into my hole while the otter started to throat fuck me while leaning forward to play with my dick. I'm honestly not very sure how long they were using me cause I was lost in a haze of pleasure. I know it was long enough that another group of three had come into the darkroom and started playing on a fuck bench near us, and another couple on one of the other beds. I finally started paying attention when the otter pulled out to keep from blowing, but he got behind my man to rest his cock between his cheeks and play with his nipples while my husband kept fucking me. That must have pushed my man over the edge as he filled my hole with his load. We took this as a chance to make another shift, and my husband order the otter on to his back on the bed, told me to lube up and fuck him while he sucked the otter. We kept going like this for a while, and had even drawn a crowd of three people that were just jacking off while they watched us, but after about 10 minutes my husband was hard again and the otter and I was so close to cumming. He pulled off mine and the otter's cocks and pushed me towards the bed and my head onto the otter's dick as he slid back into my wet and loaded hole. He started pounding me harder than he had all night, and the next thing I know I'm blowing my load in my jock, hearing the otter moan the loudest he had all night and fill my mouth with his load. Within seconds of this happening my husband grunts and tells me I'm about to get another load as he cums again. At this point we kind of move apart with the otter thanking us and pulling his pants back on. The husband and I stayed there and took a quick breather before he pushed my back and went almost feral swallowing my cock. He manages to suck another load out of me before we decide it is a good point to head back to the bar area and put on more clothes than just our jocks. We ended up playing for around 3 of the four hours we were in the bar.

I have a questions for anyone who’s lived through it. Were cumdumps as prevalent after AIDS but before PrEP? Was the lifestyle much different? I feel like so many bottoms want to become cumdumps now or feel like they have to be. When I started being a cumdump in the mid-2010s it was still relatively rare and [banned word]. If you were a cumdump, you were pretty much a bugchaser. PrEP did already exist but it wasn’t as well marketed or understood. I never took it. I feel like many more bottoms are comfortable being cumdumps cause of PrEP and now Doxy. So I wonder how the cumdump lifestyle was in the years before I started.

I usually deep trust and unload, let it sit and then continue stroking til I bust again and repeat until I’m fully drained. After I drop my first load the ass feels so much better and I get hornier. I never pull out. I don’t know how pornstars do it. I get into a frenzy when I’m about to cum and there’s no satisfying feeling like gripping hips/neck, or cinching the jockstrap/thong and releasing in a beautiful ass.

Fucked three daddies (separately) this week, all late 50s-early 60's. Two were new hookups, one was a casual fb who can only host when his partners out of town. All three were into dad/son. They were practically screaming for me to brutalize and seed their manpussies. I did so happily, while telling them what perverted cunts they are.

A sex friend and I. Around a 2 hour pounding session, a really great moment

Mine after some fun

Im en route to Tokyo, Japan. I had a long 6 hour layover so I started to scout the airport between relaxing in the lounge. It’s long been my dream to hook up at an airport and I’ve succeeded twice, but one time it was too risky so we couldn’t follow through and the other time I sucked the guy for 30 seconds before he came in my mouth so it doesn’t properly count. I almost hooked up with someone but we deemed it too risky and called it off. Then another 2 hours go by and the airport gets quiet.:. The calm in eye of the storm as it was just a lull in the flight activity for 1-2 hours. Well lucky me as a guy suddenly came online advertising his need to empty his balls. And a hot hairy muscle daddy at that! I make sure I am prepped and we arrange to meet up by one of the quiet gates in one of the corners of the building but I was going to scout it first. Some annoying lady could be heard on the phone right outside, but no guys came into the bathroom for 5 min so I decided the coast was clear. The bathroom wasn’t very big but it was not that hard to look under the separating walls and see a pair or two of feet so I wanted it to be empty lol. I messaged him and he came over right away. We went into the corner booth and and immediately we share a connection kissing like horny teenagers and rubbing our hands over each other bodies. He starts of by sucking my rock hard dick for a few min (yeah I get very turned on by forbidden scenes like that), then I returned the favor. We weren’t going to risk something long so we got to the fucking and he was pleasantly surprised by how easily his sizeable dick slid in while I was also able to massage his raw dick. He started slow stroking my hole hitting my prostate with each stroke leaving me in pig heaven stifling moans with pre cum dripping from my dick. He picked up the pace after a few min and pounded me as hard as one can do quietly for about 3-4 min. He then pulled out jerked himself off for 30 seconds before slamming it back in and holding back a primal urge to grunt and huff as he came hard inside me, I felt every pulse and the wet feeling right away. I am now waiting to board my flight filled with his babes and a little cum stain in my underwear and rock hard thinking about how I lost my airport virginity properly an hour ago. 🐽😋💦✈️

If I'm super horny I'll continue fucking the entire hole as I spray...this keeps the fuck hole nice and lubed for round 2. My last load is always buried balls deep in a sluts hole or throat

Part 1 I’d been running for a while and ended up in a local park which I don’t tend to use. It was time for a break so slowed to a walk, grabbed a water from a local store and started to cool down. After about 10 mins I passed a run down toilet block deep in the park. I was getting the urge to pee so stepped inside. Unsurprising it was just as filthy inside, covered in graffiti and smelling of stale piss. I relieved myself and then got distracted by the graffiti. There were all the usual stuff “Carl is a bumboy” “For gay sex fone….” And the usual knob drawings. What stood out though was some horny messages about guys cruising these toilets, taking loads and one which proudly proclaimed “Got AIDS here” with a big smiley face next to it. For some reason that made my dick stand to attention. I’d never given safe sex much of a thought as I’ve been in a relationship and married so long in, what I thought was a monogamous relationship, that it just dropped off my radar. My husband fucks me, shoots inside me but its fine as its just us. Lost in my own thoughts and trying to distract myself from my husbands cheating I went in to only stalls to continue reading the graffiti. It was then when I heard footsteps entering the toilets. I stood still, slowed by breathing so they wouldn’t hear me hoping they’d be gone in a moment. A minute or so past then another set of footsteps entered then the sound of heavy breathing. I cautiously peeked around to see two guys making out. Continuing to watch the younger guy (mid to late 20s) dropped to his knees and unzipped the older guy (early 50s ish) to reveal his thick dick. The twink greedily deep throated the daddy and didn’t even gag on that thick cock. Daddy was enjoying this by the moans with pleasure. I’m rock hard at this point. “Fuck boy you’re so damn good”, moaned the daddy “mmmmmhmmmm”, replied the twink with his mouth still full of dick “Gonna let me in that ass boi?” Without hesitation he slipped down his shorts to reveal a smooth ass. Daddy just turned him around rimmed him deeply then spat on the hole to get it ripe for fucking. The head of that meaty dick rested on the twink’s hole just for a second or two before disappearing inside. Watching them fuck was intense, the stamina of the daddy and the twink just took that rough, raw pounding. My husband has NEVER fucked me even closely to that level of intensity. “I’m getting close boi” “Fuck me daddy, fill up my c*nt with your load” “Hell yeah you’re going to get daddies load, daddies POZ load” “Give it to me, give me that poz juice” This is what sent the guy over the edge and from the loud moan he just released a lot of cum inside the guy. They quickly redressed themselves and said their goodbyes with the twink leaving first. Daddy followed a few seconds later, not looking back, but saying fairly loudly “I hope you enjoyed the show” as he laughed and disappeared. So I might not have been as stealthy as I thought. What I also didn’t realise is that I’d cum, handsfree in to my running shorts. It was going to be a sticky run home with my load there! My thoughts turned back to my cheating husband and then to the toilets. Its at that point I realised that its now my time, my turn to have sex with other guys, my right to explore my sexual side again. This weekend is the weekend I cheat on my husband.

This is a true story and takes place back in 2013. I was a horny 20yo just getting started fucking guys and up to this point, I always fucked safe but I'd always had this primal urge pump my load inside a tight hole. I had just gotten back from vacationing in Dominican and hadn't cum in 5 days and was super horned up. I posted an ad on craigslist and within a few hours this older indian daddy hit me up. He was double my age, 5'9" slim/avg build. didn't care for many details aside from "do you fuck??". We chatted a bit more and eventually made plans to meet later that afternoon, I knew I was gonna breed this slut. I rolled up to his apartment around 3PM, punched in the buzzer code and was on my way up to the 12th floor. As I approached his door, the lock clicked and door slowly squeaked open; he had been watching me through the peephole. He stared at me for a good 10 seconds before finally uttering "Sorry, you're so young!". I figured he was just nervous, chuckled and told him it was cool and proceeded inside. Turns out, he had a huge fetish for silky basketball shorts and immediately dropped to his knees and sucking my cock through my shorts. He led me to the bedroom, pulled my shorts down started teasing the tip of my cock. He then worked his way up, pulled up my shirt and started sucking my nipples, my cock stiffened rock hard and started leaking. Without warning, he suddenly engulfed my cock in his warm wet mouth and swallowed every drop of precum that came out. We then proceed to bedside table (and to my dismay) he pulls out a condom and lube. While he was lubing up his hole, I put a few shots of lube in the condom before rolling onto my cock. He laid on his back and I slowly slid inside his hole. I start pounding him and he started moaning like a bitch in heat, but I couldn't feel a thing through that condom. I pulled my cock out and because of the lube inside, it began to slide off. I repeated this a few more times until the condom was barely on the tip of my cock. I positioned my cock carefully and with one final push, fucked the empty condom into his hole. I could now feel his warm wet hole wrapped around my raw cock and wasted no time in pounding him like the bitch he was. I started getting close after a few minutes and with one final push, I buried my cock deep inside as I exploded 5 days worth of cum inside him. During this time his moaning intensified and he started screaming "Oh my god, it so hot". I pull out and innocently ask "Oh no, where is the condom?", but he didn't seem to care. Instead he was like "Woww you cum so much! Im pregnant now" . Suffice to say, we never used condoms again on our future sessions

*** more explicit chem stuff is coming promise lol there is a build to these things 😉 *** Knock knock knock I opened my bleary eyes feeling worn out to someone knocking on my door. Still half asleep I dragged myself to the door and looked through the peep hole. The hallways was empty. Jus then the knocking came again and I realized it was from the communicating door. Without thinking I went over and opened it up, eyes still half closed. “ Do you have a towel I could borrow just got back form the gym and mine are all out” Standing there was the senior partner , in just a jock with his hands resting on the door frame. Sweat from his body matted his chest hair down and glistened in his furry pits. The scent coming form his body was like a popper hit. Mumbling something I turned around and headed to the bathroom with him following behind. As I reached up to grab an extra towel from the rack I felt him move fast behind me and turn me roughly to the big mirror. His hand went up and grabbed my face. His sweaty body pressed against me x his other arm came around and held me roughly at the waist. “ I heard you last night you fucking slut. Getting pounded and begging like a whore. Ims or glad to here you like taking raw cock.” With that I felt some moving between my cheeks now slick with his sweat. With a single shove his cock slid balls deep in my stretched hole , the left over cum and lube from last not allowing him to sink fully into my hole. Watching ym eye bulge in the mirror the breath was knocked out of me as he just started pummeling my hole. “Fuck this hole is still sloppy and wet . Such a fucking piece of trash taking raw cock from anyone. Just a fucking slut and hole to be filled aren’t you” Still trying to catch my breath I was able to respond. He ripped his cock from my tender hole and turned me around and slapped my face. “ Answer me slut” Meekly I answered yes quietly. “ not good enough say it out loud let me hear, or do you need some encouragement to be a totally cum slut pig? “ grabbing my head he shoved me face first into his sweaty hairy pits. Instinctively my tongue flashed out licking up the bead of sweat and getting his scent all over my face. I greedily lap and licked and moaned as I worship his pit. Grabbing my hair his pull me out and brought a bottle to my nose……where did he get poppers from… I had already taken two deep hits before I even thought about what I was doing. “ Two more pig fucker we aren’t done yet” The four hits went straight to my head as he spun me back around and grabbed my hair , pulling me up to look at myself in the mirror. My eyes hungry and glistening with spit and sweat. His cock was right at the entrance to my hole. “ Say what you are you fucking cumdump. Look yourself int eh eyes and say it or I walk away and leave your hole empty” “ im a slut, sir” “ What else you fucking cunt?” “ i need to be used and filled with cock . please fuck my hole and breed me. Popper me up and use me like the fucking trash I am” With that he rammed his cock in my hole as I watched my eyes bulge and the flush from the poppers was spread across my face and chest. Sweat glistend on me as he pummeled my hole not stopping until finally grabbing my hips he slammed me all the way back. Pain exploded in me as he broke throw the second ring and his hot cum flooded my hole. My own cock erupted spraying the mirror with cum coating the reflection of my face. “ Lick that cum up fucker” In a dazed I leaned forward and licked my cum from the mirror. He pulled me back his sweaty body pressed against mine. His hot mouth whispered against my ear. “You’re mine now…….”

PART 5 “Good boy,” said Uncle Drew when I got to him. “You want me to fuck you again, don’t you?” I just nodded my head positively. “You don’t need to be shy,” he said. “Jeremiah, you are my nephew and I love you. I want to make love to you and plant my seed deep inside you. We will be connected forever, because I will always be a part of you. Every time you have sex with another man, you will remember that I was your first.” “It hurt back in the bedroom,” I said. “I know, but pain is a big part of all of this. Over time, you will only feel pleasure. But I like to be rough with my bottoms. And now you’re my favorite.” "For real?" “Come here, let me show you. I’m going to turn you into a first-class cumdump.” Uncle Drew slapped me so hard in the face that I fell to the floor. I was still kneeling, trying to get up, when he pulled me by my hair and stuck his dick in my mouth. He put it hard down my throat, and that made me gag. I tried to escape, because I couldn't breathe, but my uncle's hands were holding my head firmly. When he saw that I was going to try to grab him with my hands, Uncle Drew kicked me in the nuts. That hurt, but I couldn't scream because my mouth was too busy. “Do you think this is your choice?” he asked. “You lost your right to choose when you teased me, Jeremiah. Now you will be my slave. You can cry, scream, but this will stop when I want, and only then. Do you understand?” At that moment, he took his dick out of my mouth, so I could answer. “Yes, sir,” was all I could say. “Your life and your body belong to me now,” Uncle Drew kept saying. “You are a hot young man; my friends will pay good money to cum inside you. And you will love it, because they are all poz, just like me. Some of them even have full-blown AIDS.” I widened my eyes, remembering that I had a poz cock in my mouth. Uncle Drew laughed at my scared expression. “You said you liked my tattoos,” he continued. “The scorpion means I have a poisonous sting; the biohazard means I’m toxic. And now it’s time to put more of that charged load inside of you.” Uncle Drew made me stand up and pushed me towards the couch. He placed me with my head against the back part, on all fours, with my ass out. I thought he was going to rim my ass again, but I soon felt the glans of his cock in my hole. My uncle forced it and his dick entered me all at once; that made me scream and jump forward. “Relax, or the pain will be worse”, he said. He then started pumping slowly. It didn't hurt as much as the first time and the pleasure I was feeling was indescribable. He started pumping faster and faster and the sensation increased even more. As I felt horny, I started moaning loudly and asked him to fuck me harder. Uncle Drew started to growl loud and deep, and he did fuck me harder. When he was getting tired, instead of stopping, he started to thrust in a rhythmic and strong pace, giving several thrusts, taking almost all of his cock out of me and putting it in at once, up to his pubes. I kept on moaning like a whore; it felt so good. He then asked me to get off the couch and lay face down on it. Uncle Drew then thrust his dick back in, and every time his cock entered me, I felt my body jump, because of the force he put into the thrusts. “Do you like it when your uncle fucks you like that, Jeremiah?” he asked. “Yes, uncle, I love it.” He grabbed my neck and pulled me towards him, placing my back against his hairy chest. Uncle Drew started kissing and biting my neck as he fucked me. “You want it, don’t you?” he asked. “You want me to cum inside you.” I didn't answer anything. “Say it, I want to hear you asking for it,” he said. “I want it, uncle, I want you to cum inside me”, I gave in. “I want to feel your toxic spunk in my guts.” “That’s my good boy, I knew you were a dirty pig like me, it runs in the family.” I had to feel that man's cum in my ass again. He took my virginity and had to baptize my ass with his jizz, and that's what he did. Uncle Drew started to thrust harder and harder, squeezing my waist. I had wobbly legs as I started to moan louder, asking for that poz load. He started to scream as he was getting close and his cock started to throb very hard inside of me. I felt my ass heat up inside and that gave me a huge turn on, because I knew I had his seed in my guts. I don't know how he still had so much man juice inside him, since he had cum less than three hours before. Tired, Uncle Drew took a while to take his cock out of my ass, but I didn't complain, I just left it there, because it was giving me an amazing sensation. Little by little, he started to take his dick out and I lay down on the couch to rest. “You're learning fast,” Uncle Drew said. “You were born to be a cumdump, Jeremiah. I’m really proud of you." "Thanks Uncle." “Now let’s go to bed, it’s getting late and your training continues tomorrow.”

Part Five: The Weight Was Worth It ************************************************ My eyes continued to bring this new arrival into focus and I examined what was obviously about to become a twisted new player in this turn of events. He stood there, wasted just as much as my gifter, thin and boney, clearly older, marked with the same display of blotchy lesions and a thick cut cock pointing straight out in front of him. A large barbell piercing lodged in his cut head, his cock obviously thicker than my gifter's, but without the oversized head. In fact, his head was more or less a small triangle that quickly reached it's maximum width as it blended into the shaft. His erect weapon appeared to be ever so slightly shorter in length, but this time there would be no respite for my ass ring once he was inside me as his shaft maintained its thickness the entire way to his crotch. The piercing clearly had some heft as, despite being fully erect, his cock seemed "head heavy", quite a feat considering the head was just a minor part of him. The barbell was parallel to his cock, with the front ball angled downward from his piss slit, and the rear ball clearly visible on the underside of where his head met shaft. He began to move forward toward the bed. "He's quite the noise maker. Good thing no one lives nearby. Mmmm, quite a looker too. What's your name boy?" My name? It was then I realized that not since the first blink of my phones notification light had I or the man still lodged in me ever exchanged names; my ass wasn't just full of his cum, it was full of anonymous AIDS. And now it was time to put names to faces. My raspy voice from my now very dry throat forced out a reply. "Cameron." "That's a great name. I'm Tom. You've clearly already met Gary." Clearly. "Sounds like you two have been having quite the night. It was the hottest thing I've seen, watching the two of you fuck standing up downstairs." He had been watching us? What the fuck? I had neither seen nor heard hint of a voyeur in the room, but he definitely knew what we had been up to. On cue, Gary--I now had a name for the man who possessed ever inch of my torn, battered, bleeding, and coated rectum--joined in the conversation. "That's right boy, Tom and I enjoy watching each other. It's why we always keep the room dark, so no one notices the other one of us off to the side. And then, if and when we've moved ourselves upstairs, two becomes three, assuming our guest hasn't already called it quits." "And with Gary's wrecking piece, you can understand how often I never get the opportunity to join in. Rarely can an ass survive his first assault, much less take him back inside for a second." Listening to Gary and then Tom was twisting my mind; they were a team, working to tag men. And if Tom's lesions were any indication, he probably carried as potent a virus as his teammate. Again, Gary's mind seemed to read mine. "And for those who make it past me and can still accept Tom in, his piercing brings with it the guarantee that your insides will be torn sufficiently to allow our lethal loads entry into your inner being. Are you ready to take this final step?" I felt his definitely soft but still sizeable head begin tugging against my outer ring as he started pulling back, clearly ready to exit my ass and make way for the metalic intruder that was now pointing over the edge of the bed, right toward my face. The pressure built, not painfully so as it had before, and then I felt a pop as my ass right suddenly opened to expel the hooded demon that had wrecked it just moments ago. He half-slid, half-rolled himself off the end of the bed, as Tom crawled forward to take his place, his cock clearly ready to destroy whatever resistance my ass muscles could still muster. I took a moment to examine him. Yes, he was definitely older, perhaps late 50s to early 60s, short white hair, a white beard, and a dusting of white chest hair on a body covered by dark, leathery skin. He had that look of being overtanned a few too many times, and stretch marks told me that once upon a time he was quite muscular, until that muscle mass had wasted away, leaving stretched and wrinkled skin and lesions behind. His thighs still had a little muscle mass, though they now served more to accent the bulging vascular features, his veins clearly popping. His penis though, as had Gary's, seemed untouched by his wasting; it was thick, solid, and definitely engorged, no doubt at the site of what had to be my gaping, wrecked ass. He moved forward slightly, his head aimed toward my hole which was still elevated by the pillow beneath me. I felt the cold metal of the front ball of his piercing arrive first as it lodged itself inside the opening presented to it. There was no resistance as it popped inside, bringing his head forward to make skin-on-skin contact. I felt my ass open just slightly as the tip of his head moved inside just far enough to bring the second ball to rest on the skin surrounding my ring. I knew he wanted me to feel his augment, his enhancement, before it moved inside. "Have you ever had a pierced cock inside you boy?" It was Gary speaking; Tom's eyes were rolling back into his head, the warmth of my hole clearly already setting his mind to task. "No." "You are in for quite a treat. The back ball is right where his cock reaches full thickness to force it into the soft walls of your ass. It will scratch and abrade you, opening paths to your inner sanctum for our cum to continue converting you." "Oh fuuuuck." It was all I could manage to say as my head fell back against the bed again. The pressure against my ass again built, but this was already a bit painful. Where Gary had lubricated me with his tongue and precum before his entrance, I was now dry outside and Tom clearly did not leak those ass-preparing juices in sufficient quantities, if at all. He continued to push forward as my ass ring painfully expanded to give him entrance, the bottom of my ring being pushed inward by the second ball seeking to join his brother inside me; I had no doubt it was going to hurt when it busted its way in. And boy was I right. Suddenly my ass gave way and the second ball broke through and his shaft suddenly slide a good inch inside as my hole pushed out slightly, attempting to reestablish normal position. As if. God he was thick; where my ass had found relief after Gary's head gave way to a more tolerably thick shaft, Tom's rigid tool wouldn't give me that moment to breathe. This painful, stretched-out feeling was going to be constant. My eyes clamped shut as he continued to move forward, his dry shaft pulling my ass ring inward as he agonizingly forced himself inside. "You're doing well boy, I'm halfway there." "Ooooooh." It was like a moan, groan, and gasp all in one. His steady push forward continued, the second ball clearly pressing itself into me as it slowly inched internally, until I felt the hint of pubic hairs begin tickling my ass while simultaneously feeling his first ball pass though my inner sphincter and the second ball slide against it. He never stopped, pushing forward as I felt my inner block give way and his metalic insert fully embed itself in my inner core. His balls came to rest against my ass as his long, dry shaft kept me fully expanded. Despite the pain, this feeling of metal inside me, pushing outward, digging in while all the while scraping and gouging my soft tissues was something I had never experienced before. It was a sensation like no other and no matter how excrutiatingly full I felt I was determined to enjoy this. And while his cock alone would have been more than enough to fill me and inseminate me, after playing so many times with unpierced cocks I had clearly already decided that the "weight" was worth it.

Part Four: A Surprise Visitor ********************************************** We slowly made our way into his bedroom, me still impaled on a not-softening weapon of ass destruction as they say. We reached the bed, which was a little lower than most, and we gradually climbed onto it, making our way to the middle. I leaned forward and put my hands down in front of me, assuming an all-fours position. Just doing so pulled me forward ever so slightly, and I felt that now-familiar tug of his head on my inner ring. Fuck. With that pounding and constant bullying open of that sphincter muscle, how was it still tight enough to resist? But it was, and I felt myself scoot back just a bit to ease the pressure. He had other ideas though. "Here boy, slowly turn yourself over and lay on your back." He slid a pillow in front of his knees to help raise my ass once I turned, and slowly I managed to turn myself, lifting my left leg up and over him as I went from face down to upright. And then, I felt myself falling back onto the bed and his pillow as I lost the arm support that had been holding me up. And as I sank down to the bed, my ass pulled away, painfully ripping his head out of my inner chute and leaving it halfway inside that first segment of rectum. I looked up and, from the soft light emerging into the room from the hallway, I saw him for the first time in person. He looked much like his picture but now with the light from outside I noticed that underneath the patch of fur on his chest and, indeed, up and down his arms, were dark blotches. Lesions. They dotted him all over below his neckline, a testament to just how truly sick and virulent this man was--this man who had just impregnated me with seed that would likely treat me just the same. My inner ass was drowning in poison, and I could feel the still-hot liquid slowly sliding further up into me as, with my ass elevated, gravity pulled it along previously untainted tissue. My head fell back against the bed. "Fuuuck. What did I just do?" He chuckled at hearing this. I looked him straight in the eyes as he spoke. "You surrendered yourself to me, and now I am part of you. Inside you." And with that he pushed his half burried shaft into me again, lodging up against the weakening resistance of my inner core. He fell forward, his hands landing on either side of me, his face now above me, and he flexed his cock inside me as I tried to push my head back further into a bed that would resist me as I had not him. He pushed again through my inner ring, lodging even more deeply than before as my eyes shot open and my mouth dropped open to cry out. Yet that cry was quickly muffled by his mouth on mine as I once again felt his ballsack come to rest against me, both globes inside still feeling amply full. His tongue pushed mine aside as he explored my mouth just as enthusiastically as he had my ass just a few moments ago. All the while his uncut meat launched itself into a steady fuck rhythm once again, battering a torn and bruised anal cavity that was susceptible to every disease that coarsed through his veins. His eyes locked on mine as he raised his head, never slowing but gradually increasing the forcefulness of his second assault. "Mmmm boy, yeah, take me. Take everything I have, deep inside you let it become part of you." My voice wavered now, suddenly I realized that while the thought of a poz man turned me on, I hadn't thought completely about what other bugs he might have. "What do you mean, 'take everything'?" "Shhh, I've given you many special gifts, and will soon gift them to you again. Not just my deadly and untreatable AIDS but other beautiful things for your body to enjoy. You will discover them over time, but they are already part of you now." His thrusts continued to increase and the slapping sound of his balls faded slightly as they began to draw up for another release. I looked at him as his eyes rolled up into his head. He practically shouted. "Oh god boy, I'm going to cum in you again, more seed inside you!" His cock once again became a steel pole and with a few more thrusts, he lodged himself deep inside me and froze, his body convulsing and shaking this time as wave after wave of toxic cum shot like bullets into me, gravity sliding them down soft tissue as the burning sensation in me reappeared and seemed to spread. His head flew back in ecstasy. "OH FUCK! OH FUCK! OH FUCK!" He continued to convulse as another 7-8 thick spurts of cum fired into my ass. Apparently he had not cum in quite some time as this load was just as big, if not substantially larger than the first. He collapsed on me, still buried balls-deep, his rigid penis still twitching and pulsing death into me. He was himself also still convulsing slightly, and as my hands found their way up and over him and landed on his back, I felt more lesions there and realized I was again taking his potent seed, another few pulses as liquid dribbled from his piss slit. "Fuuuuuuck." It was all he could say as his frail body lay on top of mine. His head came down to the right of mine. Little flexes of his shaft still felt in every corner of my abused, diseased rectum. He lay there, and I felt his cock finally begin to shrink a bit. I still had his head trapped up inside my second hole, but even it eventually softened enough and I felt it pop back into my main chute as he began to slowly pull himself up and withdraw his cock until just that legendary head remained. He returned himself fully to a squatting position, 2 inches still inside me, and looked at the results of his entrance and subsequent destruction. "Mmmm, only a few specks of blood boy. I thought for sure I had ripped you wide open the way you screamed earlier." I felt the tug of his head as he pulled it back against my asshole. Blood. It was certain then. With everything he said he had, no way would some of it not find its way there. "In a few days you'll probably feel quite sick, but then you will possess the same seed as me. Ready to be spread to whomever you desire. An attractive young buck like yourself will have no trouble finding himself willing holes to seed. Holes I cannot tag looking like this." He pointed to his lesions. He was right. Had I seen them I very well may not have ever turned off the road earlier. But here I was, his hooded head still inside me. I had taken him willingly, my hormonal desires impairing any form of better judgement and now two loads of an untreatable form of AIDS lay deep inside me, being absorb even as my brain pondered the wisdom of my choices. "Would you like a surprise visitor?" As if I any longer had a choice? I knew what awaited me, what was to be my fate. With everything he had hinted at contained in his semen, I would have many, many surprise visitors in the next few months. Visitors that would be hard to get rid of, if at all, and who would all contribute to the deterioration of my body, until I too was frail, lesioned, and searching for a vessel to carry my eventual lethality. I spoke again in my now scratchy voice, words that escaped reason and sanity. "Yes, I can't wait." "Who said anything about waiting?" Wait. Oh god. That wasn't his voice! Where had it come from? We weren't alone??? I looked past him and there, as my eyes focused, silhouetted in the doorway--by the light of the hallway--stood another naked man. We did indeed have a surprise visitor. And my night was clearly not over.

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

Your best work yet chunkychains

lol i know what u mean: i do a lot of blindfolded, masked, face down/door open etc and a big part of the excitement is u really don't know who's fucking you. but u can tell in ways big n small: often these guys send dic pics when trying to hook up. also its seems weird to say in 2025 but white guys and black guys often do talk different, use different words etc. and last but not least, these dark room nsa for anon hook ups tend to attract a lot of black guys on the DL where as all those NPNC guys are almost always white.

I chose my current one (two years) because I'm mainly a top, I like my foreskin, so I have it at halfmast. I'm into cock rings and jock straps, plus pigs like my hairy belly - so there a glimpse of my belly and crab ladder. I also like to walk around sex clubs like this - before the real activity starts.

That damn Bobby Blake always turned me out

This is getting really hot, but maybe the narrating character could inject names? I'm losing track of the stud blondes, studs and jocks. I'm not sure how many are out there, which are distinct and which are really the same guy!

Just a few months later...198. I'm getting there

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Exhausted, I lay sprawled on the sticky, stained mattress of the motel room, my body a canvas of unseen artistry. The sharp scent of sex hung in the air, a potent cocktail of sweat and semen that clung to every surface, a silent testament to the night's relentless activities. The harsh glow of the bedside lamp cast shadows that danced over my naked form, the only witness to the depravity that had unfolded within these four walls. My eyes were heavy, but sleep was a distant memory, stolen by the endless parade of anonymous men who had claimed me. The mattress beneath me felt like a soggy sponge, the sheets cold and clammy against my overheated skin. Between my legs, a crimson and pinkish puddle had formed, a grotesque pool that reflected the stark reality of my condition. A twinge of pain shot through my ass with every shallow breath, a stark reminder of the brutal pounding it had endured. The tender flesh around my hole was raw, stretched to the brink of agony, yet my trapped cock remained stubbornly pushing gainst its small trap, the plastic chastity cage a cruel reminder of my own desires. Each pulse sent a fresh wave of discomfort, but it was a pain I had grown to crave, a perverse reminder of the powerlessness I had so willingly embraced. The sudden buzz of my phone pierced the silence like a gunshot, sending a jolt of adrenaline through my weary body. I reached over, fumbling with the cheap plastic, my hand trembling with anticipation. The screen glowed with a message from DominantDaddy69: "I'm at the motel. Be ready." It was a simple command, but the authority in those few words sent a shiver down my spine. This was the moment I had been waiting for, the culmination of the night's debauchery. My heart raced as I blindly obeyed, my mind reeling with excitement and trepidation. With trembling fingers, I found the blindfold and poppers on the nightstand, the cool metal of the popper cap contrasting with the sticky residue that coated everything. I positioned myself on all fours, my ass high in the air, the chastity cage biting into my swollen cock. I took a deep breath and placed the blindfold over my eyes, plunging the room into darkness. The fabric was rough against my skin, a stark reminder of my vulnerability. I took a deep sniff of the poppers, the acrid scent burning my nostrils as the muscles in my body relaxed. My hearing grew sharper, the sound of my ragged breaths echoing in the small space, mingling with the faint hum of the air conditioner. The door to the motel room creaked open, the sound as loud as a thunderclap in the quiet night. The floorboards groaned under the weight of footsteps that grew closer, each step a drumbeat to the symphony of anticipation in my chest. The smell of leather and cigar smoke filled the room, a potent mix that made my cock throb painfully against its plastic prison. A voice, deep and commanding, broke the silence. "Hello, cumdump. Did you enjoy tonight?" It was DominantDaddy69, his presence electric, his words a promise of what was to come. I moaned a yes, the word slipping out of me like a whimper, a declaration of submission to the man who had started this all. He chuckled, the sound sending a shiver down my spine. "Good," he said, his voice a warm caress that seemed to resonate in the very core of my being. "Because my friends and others liked abusing your hole as well. They had quite the time with you, didn't they?" His hand trailed down my back, pausing briefly at the base of my spine before continuing to the cheek of my ass. His fingertips traced the edge of the fresh tattoo, the biohazard symbol branding me. The slap was sudden and hard, the impact jolting my entire body. He had struck me before, but the pain was a sweet reminder of his power, a stark contrast to the gentle exploration of my skin. "Your hole is a mess," he said, his voice laced with a hint of disgust that only served to excite me further. "But it's also a masterpiece." His hand hovered over the puddle for a moment before he dipped two fingers in, coating them in the evidence of my used state. He brought them up to my mouth, and without hesitation, I opened, eager to taste the remnants of the night's conquests. The flavor was a heady mix of salt and tang, a bitterness that coated my tongue. I lapped at his fingers greedily, the pain from the chastity cage and the pierced cock in my thoughts mixing with the desire that burned in my core. He chuckled again, a sound that seemed to resonate through me, filling me with a need that was as much a part of me as the air I breathed. "Good boy," he murmured, his voice a balm to the ragged edges of my sanity. "Now, let's see if you can handle a bit more." The sound of fabric being peeled away was like music to my ears, the rustle of his clothing hitting the floor a prelude to the symphony that was about to begin. I felt his hands on my hips, his grip firm and possessive as he positioned himself behind me. His cock, hard and demanding, nudged at my ravaged opening, the tip probing my sore flesh with a delicious cruelty. I moaned again, the anticipation building to a fever pitch, my entire body taut as a bowstring. And then he pushed in, slow and deep, his length fully inside me. Each inch of his shaft sank into me with a force that made me gasp, the chastity cage around my cock digging in with every thrust. The pain was exquisite, a fiery brand that seared through my body, setting every nerve alight with sensation. His rhythm was deliberate, a relentless march that claimed me inch by inch, driving away any thought of resistance. The room grew smaller around us, the air thick with the scent of him, the mattress creaking in protest beneath us as he filled me completely. "You're so worn out, so used," he growled, his voice a dark promise in the night. His hand slid down my back, over the slick skin, coming to rest on the plastic cage that held my cock hostage. His fingers danced around the edges, teasing the hypersensitive skin. "Every man who's had you tonight left their mark. Your ass feels like a true cumdump now." His words were a benediction, a declaration of my purpose that only served to make me want him more. He withdrew almost all the way, the tip of his cock teasing my abused ring before plunging back in, his grip on my hips tightening. The pain was a white-hot knife, slicing through the fog of arousal that had enveloped me. Each withdrawal brought a whine from my lips, each thrust a muffled cry into the pillow. The cage around my dick bit down, a constant reminder of my role, my body's hunger for release denied even as it was pushed to new heights. "Remember when I first took you tonight?" His voice was a whisper, a taunt that made me moan with a mix of pain and desire. "How tight and dry your ass was? How much you begged me to stop?" His hand found the chastity cage, his thumb tracing the outline of my trapped cock. "Now look at you," he said, his voice thick with lust. "You're nothing but a loose, sloppy mess." The words sent a jolt of pleasure through me, and I nodded, eager for more. "That's right, cumdump," he murmured. "You're mine to use, to fill up with whatever I want." His hand moved to the poppers, and I felt the cold metal against my neck. "Take a good, deep sniff." I obeyed, inhaling sharply. The world around me grew fuzzy, my senses heightened to an almost painful degree. The chastity cage grew even more confining, the plastic pressing into my swollen flesh with every breath I took. And then, as if he knew exactly how much I could handle, he began to fuck me harder. My moans grew louder, the sound echoing off the stained walls of the motel room. Each thrust was a declaration of his dominance, a claim staked deep within my soul. The cage around my cock seemed to shrink, the pressure building unbearably. I could feel the warmth of his breath on the back of my neck, his hands digging into my hips as he pounded into me, his hips slapping against my ass with a rhythm that seemed to match the racing of my heart. The sound of his skin slapping against mine grew wetter, more urgent, as his pace quickened. The bed frame rattled, a symphony of squeaks and thumps that seemed to crescendo with each driving motion. I could feel the headboard banging against the wall in time with our frantic rhythm, a staccato that punctuated the air like a desperate plea for more. His grip on my hips grew tighter, his nails biting into my skin as he fucked me with a ferocity that bordered on violence. My breaths grew ragged, my moans turning to whimpers as he slammed into me, the chastity cage digging deeper with every thrust. The pain was a living, pulsing entity, a symbiote that fed on the very essence of my being, yet I craved it more than anything. Each slap of his hips against my ass sent a jolt of pleasure through my body, the pain melding with the pleasure in a way that made me question the very fabric of reality. The grunts that had been his earlier grew more animalistic, his breaths hot and ragged against my neck. It was as if he had shed his human form, revealing the predator that lurked beneath the surface. His teeth grazed my skin, his tongue flicking out to taste the salt of my sweat. His movements grew erratic, the force behind them increasing as he approached climax. The bed frame protested, the mattress groaning under our combined weight as he claimed me, marked me as his. And then, with one final, powerful thrust, he buried himself to the hilt, his cock pumping deep inside me. My legs gave out, my body collapsing onto the sticky mattress beneath me, his weight pinning me down as he emptied himself into me. I could feel the warmth of his cum filling my ass, the sensation overwhelming as it mingled with the remnants of the night's earlier conquests. His cock twitched and spasmed, releasing wave after wave of his seed, each pulse sending a jolt of pleasure through me that was almost unbearable. As he came down from his peak, his weight remained on me, his chest heaving with exertion, his breaths hot and heavy against my neck. The plastic cage around my cock was slick with precum, the pressure unrelenting, a constant reminder of the pleasure I was denied. His grip on my hips loosened, his fingers slipping away, leaving behind bruises that would linger like the memory of his touch. He leaned in, his lips brushing against my ear as he whispered, "You liked being converted, didn't you, you cumdump bitch?" His voice was a sinister caress, a smirk in his tone that sent a thrill through me despite the pain and exhaustion. I trembled beneath him, the question hanging in the air like a challenge. "W-what do you mean?" I stuttered out, my voice barely a murmur. His response was to pull out of me, the sudden emptiness leaving me feeling exposed and used. I could feel his hot cum dripping from my ass, a sticky reminder of his claim. His laugh was dark and rich, a sound that seemed to resonate within the very walls of the room. "You're so naive, cumdump," he said, his voice filled with amusement. "Didn't you feel it? The way they fucked you raw, the way they filled you up?" His hand trailed up my back to my neck, his thumb pressing against the pulse point. "They were all positive. And now, so are you." The revelation hit me like a sledgehammer, my brain reeling from the implications. The night's events took on a new, darker hue. The raw, unprotected fucking, the pain, the pleasure - it was all a twisted game. The tears that had begun to well up in my eyes spilled over, tracing hot lines down my cheeks. I was no longer just a toy, a cumdump for his amusement; I was something else entirely. A breeding ground for his twisted desires. "You're all fucking positive?" I choked out, the words thick with horror and betrayal. The room spun around me, the edges of my vision blurring. The taste of the poppers was bitter on my tongue, a stark contrast to the sweetness of his earlier touch. His laughter was like a knife, each note cutting deeper into my soul. "That's right, slut," he said, his voice still a warm, amused rumble. "Every single one of them was packing a little extra love for you." He pulled the blindfold from my eyes, and the harsh light of the motel lamp was a slap in the face. DominantDaddy69 stood over me, his cock glistening with the evidence of his release, a smug smile playing on his lips. The sight of his cock, still hard, made bile rise in my throat. "But don't worry, we were all careful." The room swam before me, the reality of his words crashing down like a tidal wave. He leaned in, his face a twisted mask of satisfaction. "You see, I had a little plan. You were so eager, so hungry for it, you didn't even notice it, did you?" His eyes gleamed with a malicious delight as he watched the understanding dawn on my face. "You're a walking, breathing, fuckable incubator now." The rage grew inside me, a fiery beast that demanded vengeance. I stared up at him, his body a blur of muscles and tattoos, his cock still hard from fucking me before. He looked so strong, so dominant, and for a moment, I hated him with every fiber of my being. But that hate was tainted with a darker emotion, a need that coiled in my belly and grew with every breath. Despite the betrayal, I couldn't help but crave more of his touch, more of his dominance. DominantDaddy69's laughter grew louder, his eyes gleaming with victory. He knew he had me, knew that even as I raged against him, my body was his to command. "Look at you," he said, his voice a velvet purr. "So full of fire. I knew you had it in you." He reached down and stroked my cheek, the gesture surprisingly tender. "You're going to be the best little cumdump the world has ever seen." With a sudden burst of strength that belied his earlier exhaustion, he rolled me onto my back, the sticky mattress sticking to my skin. His cock, still hard and slick with our combined fluids, slammed back into me without preamble, the plastic cage digging into my abdomen with every thrust. I screamed, the sound muffled by the pillow, my eyes wide with shock and anger. Yet, even as he took me again, I could feel the beginnings of arousal, a treacherous spark that ignited within me despite the horror of his words before. He laughed, the sound a deep, throaty chuckle that sent a shiver down my spine. "Look at you," he said, his eyes glittering with malicious amusement. "Squirm all you want, but you can't change what you are now." His grip on my wrists tightened, his fingers like iron bars, holding me down as he continued to fuck me with a brutal efficiency. "You're a pozz cumdump bitch, and we're going to enjoy every minute of it." I felt repulsed by him, the man who had started it all, who had filled my head with such vile thoughts and desires. Yet, even as the horror of his revelation sunk in, my body responded. The cage around my cock grew slick with precum, the plastic straining against my swollen flesh. I hated him, but I couldn't escape the thrill of his dominance, the way my body craved the pain and pleasure that came with his touch. He noticed the change in me immediately, his grin widening as he drove into me again and again. Each thrust seemed to hit a deeper, darker part of me, a place where the line between disgust and arousal blurred into oblivion. "That's it," he murmured, his voice a low, seductive growl. "Take it like the good little cumdump you are." The plastic cage dug into my abdomen, a constant reminder of my degradation, yet the pain was a strange comfort, a twisted counterpoint to the warmth that spread through me as he claimed me once more. With a flick of his wrist, he brought the poppers under my nose again. I inhaled deeply, the harsh chemical scent burning my nostrils. The world grew fuzzy around the edges, my thoughts swirling in a tornado of anger, fear, and a perverse longing for his touch. My body arched off the bed, my ass clenching around his cock as the rush of the poppers hit me full force. The pressure inside me grew, a storm building in intensity with each of his movements. Each time he hit my prostate, it was like a lightning strike, a jolt of pure pleasure that sent shivers down my spine. My moans grew louder, more desperate, as the tension coiled tighter and tighter. My cock strained against the plastic cage, a desperate animal seeking relief that was just out of reach. His grunts grew more fervent, his hips moving with a purpose that was as much about my destruction as it was about his own release. The warmth grew, spreading from my core outwards, my skin alight with sensation. The room swam around me, the air thick with the scent of sex and despair. The pain in my ass was a symphony, a crescendo that grew with each powerful thrust, each slap of his body against mine. The chastity cage was a vice, a constant reminder that I was nothing but a vessel for his pleasure, a receptacle to be filled and discarded. My moans grew louder, turning into screams as the pleasure mounted. It was a wildfire, consuming me, burning away any semblance of resistance. Each stroke of his cock was a brand, searing me with a white-hot need that grew with every beat of my racing heart. I felt my body tighten, my muscles coiling like a spring about to snap. The tension grew unbearable, a pressure cooker threatening to explode. "You like that, don't you, cumdump?" he hissed, his teeth sinking into the soft flesh of my shoulder. "You love being used, don't you?" His words were like gasoline on the fire of my arousal, stoking the flames higher. The chastity cage felt like a vice, a constant reminder of my submission. I nodded, unable to form coherent words, my eyes squeezed shut against the harsh reality of the motel room lights. The feeling grew, a tsunami of pleasure that I could almost not handle anymore. It was as if every nerve ending in my body was screaming for release, and the cage around my cock was the dam holding it back. And then, with a final, brutal thrust, the dam broke. My anal orgasm hit me like a truck, sending waves of ecstasy crashing through my body. I felt it in my toes, in the tips of my fingers, in every inch of my being. It was a full-body orgasm, the kind that made my vision swim and my legs go weak. DominantDaddy's voice was a distant echo as he continued to fuck me, his thrusts now more urgent, his breathing ragged. Yet, in that moment, I didn't notice him. I was lost in the throes of pleasure, my mind a haze of white-hot need. My body convulsed, muscles spasming around his cock, the cage around my cock pulsing in time with my heart. It was a symphony of sensation, a crescendo that seemed to go on forever, my ass milking him greedily, demanding every last drop of his seed. The chastity cage was a prison for the fire that raged within me, a barrier that only served to intensify the pleasure. I could feel the warmth of my cum spurting against the plastic, the pressure building until it was all I could think about. Each pulse sent a jolt through my body, a spark that ignited a bonfire of ecstasy. My vision swam, the room spinning around me as the orgasm went on and on, a never-ending wave of bliss that seemed to consume me whole. The only thing that anchored me was his voice, a distant growl that grew louder, more primal with every second that passed. His hips pumped into me with a fervor that seemed to defy the very fabric of reality. I was lost in the haze of pleasure, floating in a sea of sensation that had no beginning or end. His cock, thick and unyielding, filled me to the brink, the head brushing against the deepest, most sensitive part of my ass with each brutal thrust. As my orgasm began to wane, I felt his cock thicken, his movements growing erratic, the force behind his thrusts increasing until it was all I could do to hold on. His grip on my wrists tightened, his nails digging into my skin, a pain that only served to fuel the fire within me. And then, with a roar that seemed to shake the very foundations of the motel, he came, his hot, sticky semen flooding my ass as he buried himself deep inside me. The feeling was indescribable, his cum filling me up, mixing with the cum of the men who had come before him. It was a declaration of ownership, a mark that I belonged to him and his depraved world. My body clenched around him, the muscles of my ass rippling and pulsing as I felt the warmth of his release deep within me. Each pulse of his cock sent aftershocks of pleasure through me, my own orgasm subsiding to make way for the intense feeling of being filled. DominantDaddy69 let himself fall onto me, his heavy frame pressing me into the sticky, stained mattress. The weight was a comfort, a reminder that I was his, that he was in control. His chest heaved against my back, his breaths hot and ragged as he whispered sweet nothings into my ear, his words a mix of praise and degradation that only served to excite me further. As my body began to come down from the high of my first full-body orgasm, the pain in my ass grew more intense. The chastity cage was a constant, throbbing presence, a reminder of my new role in his twisted world. Each breath was a struggle, the air thick with the scent of sweat and semen, the mattress sticking to my skin like a second layer. I could feel the plastic cutting into my cock, the pressure unbearable as my body begged for the sweet relief that was denied to me. DominantDaddy69 climbed off me, his cock slipping from my sore opening with a wet sound that made me wince. He began to dress, his movements deliberate and calm, as if he hadn't just fucked me into oblivion. His eyes never left me as he pulled on his leather pants, his belt buckle glinting in the harsh motel light. Each piece of clothing was a silent declaration that our time together was over, that he had claimed his prize and was moving on. I lay there, my body a trembling mess, still reeling from the intensity of my orgasm. The chastity cage was a constant, painful reminder of my new role, a symbol of my complete and utter submission to him and the twisted games he played. My legs were like jelly, unable to support my weight, so I remained sprawled on the bed, a cum-soaked mess. He walked over to the nightstand, his footsteps heavy on the sticky floor. I heard the clink of metal, the sound of the chastity cage keys being pulled from the drawer. "You don't mind if I take this, do you?" he said, his voice a smug purr that made my stomach churn. I couldn't bring myself to respond, my moan the only sound that escaped my lips. The weight of his gaze was like a physical presence, his eyes raking over me one last time before he bent down, his hand wrapping around the base of my cock. With a cruel twist, he pulled the plastic cage free, the sudden release of pressure making me gasp. He chuckled, the sound low and dark. "Such a good boy, taking it all," he murmured, his thumb tracing the outline of my still-sensitive shaft. The keys jingled in his hand as he straightened, his eyes never leaving mine. "I'll be sure to keep these safe," he said, tucking them into his pocket. "You never know when I might need them again." With that, he turned and made his way towards the door, his steps deliberate and unhurried. I could feel his gaze on me, a brand that marked me as his, even as the reality of what had transpired sunk in. "I'll see you at your party next week," he called over his shoulder, the smugness in his voice a final slap in the face. The words barely registered through the haze of pain and pleasure. Party? What party? I was too drained, too lost in the fog of my own degradation to make sense of his parting shot. All I knew was the ache in my ass, the stickiness between my legs, and the heavy weight of the chastity cage that had been my constant companion through the night. As the door clicked shut behind him, the room grew quiet, save for the faint sounds of the city outside. The motel's neon sign cast a sickly glow through the grimy window, throwing jagged shadows across the room. The smell of sex and despair lingered in the air, a noxious perfume that seemed to cling to my very soul. Exhausted and overwhelmed, my body gave in to the siren's call of sleep, dragging my consciousness into the oblivion of darkness. The ache in my ass was a distant echo, the plastic cage a cold, hard reminder of my new reality. As the world faded away, my thoughts swirled with confusion and fear. What party could he possibly be talking about? Was this some twisted afterthought, a parting gift of humiliation? My slumber was abruptly shattered by the sound of someone banging on the door, the thuds echoing through the stillness of the motel room. The sharp voice of a woman pierced the silence, "Room service! You need to check out, sir!" I jolted awake, my body sticky with cum and sweat, the cage around my cock a constant presence. Panic set in as I realized the time had slipped away from me, and the cleaning lady was waiting outside to clean up the mess of the night. With trembling legs, I managed to get up, my ass aching from the relentless pounding I'd endured. I stumbled over to the door, peeking through the peephole to see her standing there with a mop and a cart, her expression a mix of amusement and disgust. "Looks like you had quite the party," she said with a laugh, her eyes lingering on the chastity cage. "But you gotta go now, I've got work to do." My cheeks burned with humiliation as I turned away from the door, scanning the room for any sign of my clothes. They were nowhere to be found, but scattered around the room were articles of clothing that didn't belong to me. The scent of sex was thick, a miasma that clung to everything, and the sticky floor made a disgusting sound with every step I took. My eyes fell on a leather jockstrap, discarded on the floor next to the bed. It was stiff with cum, but it was something to wear, and I was desperate to cover my bare ass. I bent down, wincing as my sore muscles protested, and picked it up. The material was cold and unforgiving against my skin, but I pulled it on, the chastity cage pressing into my abdomen, a stark reminder of the night's events. Then, I spotted a tight black shirt, also likely left by DominantDaddy69, thrown over the chair in the corner. It smelled faintly of his cologne, a scent that made my stomach churn with a mix of arousal and dread. I slipped it over my head, the fabric clinging to my sweaty body. The shirt was too small, highlighting my chest and leaving the bottom off my back exposed, but it was better than nothing. The door rattled again, the cleaning lady's impatient knocks growing louder. I took a deep breath, bracing myself for the humiliation that was about to come. I grabbed my phone and wallet from the nightstand, the only things that felt like they belonged to me in this sea of discarded lust. My hand hovered over the chastity cage key, lying there like a macabre trophy of the night's events. I had to leave it behind; I wouldn't give him the satisfaction of seeing me struggle with it. With the leather jockstrap and too-tight shirt on, I spotted a pair of low-cut leather pants in the mess. They were a size too small, but I managed to pull them up over my sticky legs. The pants clung to my skin, the material cold against my bruised thighs. I could feel the cage pressing against the leather, the seam cutting into my skin as the pants rode up slightly, leaving my ass partly exposed. The plastic dug into my swollen flesh, a stark reminder of my degradation. Grabbing my phone and backpack, I took one last look around the room. The bed was a tapestry of stains, the sheets twisted into a knot of depravity. The sight of my reflection in the mirror was a sucker punch to the gut. The trampstamp above my ass was a declaration to the world of what I'd become, and the small biohazard symbol on my cheek peeked above the waistline of the pants, a sinister reminder of the unspoken risks that had been taken. I took a deep breath and opened the door, the chilly air of the motel hallway hitting me like a slap in the face. The cleaning lady's eyes widened at the sight of me, the leather leather pants and too-small shirt leaving little to the imagination. She couldn't help but stare, her gaze lingering over me with a look of disgust. I felt a fresh wave of humiliation wash over me as I stepped out, the stickiness of cum making the leather pants cling to my legs with every step. At the reception, the clerk barely glanced up from his newspaper, his eyes flicking over my disheveled state before returning to the headlines. He had seen it all before, or so I assumed. "Looks like you had quite the night," he said, his voice laced with a smirk. "You want to check out, I'm guessing?" My cheeks flamed with humiliation, but I nodded, handing over the key. He took it without a word, his gaze lingering on the chastity cage that was clearly visible through the leather pants. He typed something into the computer, then slid a bill across the counter. "You're all set. Enjoy the rest of your day," he said, his tone mocking. I walk away towards the metro. My body exposed for eveybody to see. They can see what i am, a cheap pozz cumdump bitch, and that all thanks to DominantDaddy. I my phone buzzes and i see it's him. He has send me a picture it is an ivetation with a picture of me beeing fuck by two guys. In the bottom pictures it says: " who want to breed this pozz cumdump the coming weekend. It starts friday evening at ten till sunday afternoon. I grunt but i know i cannot decline. DominantDaddy has me in his contol. The next couple of weeks are a flurry of happenings. I go to the party and than some more of his parties. I visit his friends. They take me to clubs where i get fucked by even more anonymous guys. I get tested several times. The result is everytime the same; positive. I give in to the new lifestyle and become a total cumdump that doesn't refuse any loads.

Even after all these years, I still can't wrap my head around how the pandemic changed so many lives—mine especially. If it weren’t for the virtual graduation and stretches of unemployment, I might still be motivated and naïve enough to believe in a life where I’d have a fiancé, spend nights in a place we shared with a mortgage and a couple of puppies. The kind of life that might warrant an editorial in Out magazine. But those were old aspirations. I don’t fantasize anymore. I focus on the present. Any carnal desires or cravings I have, Uncle Abel can provide. At the time around Summer 2020, I had stopped speaking to my parents, who were in Jersey, and my lease in Gainesville was about to expire. I was broke, living off my final paycheck from Walmart before my hours were cut and I was eventually let go. Nothing was working. Everyone seemed lost. On my last day of work, I was scrolling through Facebook and came across a post from Uncle Abel—my Aunt Chloe’s ex-husband. He had written about the importance of reaching out to each other during difficult times and had included a link to a food bank collecting donations. The last time I had seen Uncle Abel was when I was 19. Even earlier, when I was around 10 or 11, I remember staring at him longer than I did other people. He was an early sign that I was more attracted to men. I recall a trip to Myrtle Beach when I was 15, over Memorial Day weekend. He wore a red Speedo, and it was the first time his figure truly captivated me. He stood around 6’2”, bald, with a jet-black full beard and a broad chest, his pecs clearly defined. His nipples stood out, and the contour of his abs was visible even through his stocky belly when he stretched. He was fairly hairy, with curls covering his limbs—a perk of being part Greek. Uncle Abel had always been kind and soft-spoken, a demeanour that contrasted sharply with his sturdy, imposing physique. Every time we talked, I struggled to concentrate on what he said while staring into his light hazel eyes. He was excellent at grooming his facial hair. At that Christmas dinner—the last time I saw him—Aunt Chloe announced their separation, though she emphasized that he would always remain a part of the family. Surprisingly, the mood didn’t sour at all. It was also the first time I drank. My parents allowed it and Aunt Chloe worked for a liquor store. That night, after gulping 3 or 4 glasses of red, I was coming out of the washroom when I saw Uncle Abel waiting for his turn. I was already a bit tipsy and when the door opened I feigned a surprise reaction and held his arm with my right hand to tell him how the wine he brought was good. He laughed, telling me to take it easy. I didn't listen and slid the same hand downward to reach his back. I could still feel the fabric against the depth of it with his firm arch. He held my hand back to restrain me but it was slick and without any hostility. He let out another laugh and tells me to calm down now before going in. I waited outside til he was done. It went longer than my piss lasted. A number 2 maybe? Curiosity killed the cat when I put my ear close to the door and I heard the rhythm of skin slapping again skin. Was he uncut? I was getting hard now but I wasn't going to act on it. I hear a hushed sigh not long after and then the flush of the toilet. When the door opened, I stood at the opposite side of the hallway, tilting my head up and gave a wide smile. He tells me that I've had enough for the night and that I should go to bed. I tell him I will only if he tucks me in. Another smirk formed on his spartan-like face. His thick eyebrows curved in amusement and he tells me that he's happy that I'm finally comfortable with my sexuality and how I have plenty of time to fool around when the semester starts again. He even tells me that I should make the most out of my time there, since it'd be a waste for my thick dick sucking lips. I'm not sure if I heard it properly. A wink was the last thing he gave before going back to the living room. As for me, I went back to my room to jack off to the thought of Uncle Abel's uncut cock coming in my mouth without wasting a single drop. **** Since then, we kept in contact online with him liking some of my posts and us exchanging the usual wishes but my latent desire for him never resurfaced until I saw his post. It was August 2020 and I had turned 26 in February. I was already planning to live in my beat up corolla, finding ways to overcome the heat. I liked his post and messaged him; "Hey Uncle Abel, great initiative there. Wish I could donate but thing's have been kinda rough. Hope you're well and stay safe during these times" He replied within a few minutes. Asking me how I was and if I was okay. I tell him I was going to leave Gainsville, not sure of what my plan was but to drive south, maybe find something in Miami. He immediately called me after. His voice was just how I remembered, a few octaves lower but his cadence was quicker, similar to the way I would talk. He tells me to not go to Miami but to Fort Lauderdale. "I'm not going to let my nephew wander and waste his time. It's also not safe right now with this virus. Come here, please. Don't make me worry bout you." I didn't want to argue, it was an invitation that 17 year old me would have wet dreams of. I started the car after he tells me his address. Every hour during the drive he'd call to check up on if we hadn't spoken in years. It was reassuring to have Uncle Abel, I felt more secured with everything that was going on. Uncle Abel lived close to the beach. His house was by a canal and it seemed like he had established himself as the go to person for landscaping in Boca Raton. I parked next to his Audi in the driveway. When I rung the bell, the door opened without any delays and I see Uncle Abel with a mask. He pulls it down and says "Hey, buddy" and I leaned in to give him a hug. I held him tight with no resistance, close to the verge of breaking down in tears, overwhelmed with gratitude. "Let's settle you in now, feel free to make yourself comfortable. In an hour, we'll have dinner." I had a spacious guest room with a queen sized bed in between nightstands and a TV hung across. It didn't take long to unpack when most of what I had were sold off. I jumped on the bed and turned the TV on. The input channel on the top right indicated it was USB-C Hard Drive. The remote control I held was glitching with none of the buttons working but when I pressed play, a video started playing. A title card appeared. "The Making of a Cumdump IV: Greg's Cuntification'" In the same room I was in, I see someone who's probably around my age in a jock with his limbs tied to the bed post. Skinner but slender and tall. He was blindfolded with his ass lifted from a pillow being placed under. I then see Uncle Abel coming in full nude. Nothing short of my imagination. Just what I had envisioned. His cock was thicker than the cocks I've seen back in college. Lengthwise it hung off his crotch with his balls hanging down further. On his navel, a biohazard symbol ink centered itself. A sentence encircled the symbol, "Semen quod nos vincit" He started telling Greg that his hole was still tight and that it needed more work, inserting his fingers into Greg, causing him to tense up. The ropes he was attached to tighten when he pulled inwards. Uncle Abel hushed Greg to calm down, to give in and surrender his hole. It was what he had wanted. "No turning back now Greg, you're already one of us, we saw the results. Be a good sport and be proud of decision you've made, can you boy?" "I can, but Sir, your hands are huge, it's a bit too much" Greg responded in short breaths, bordering on painful. "I know it is, but it's not too much. Give it time, let the shards do its magic and breathe slowly. Remember who you are and why you're here." A jar containing some kind of shiny substance was by the nightstand. He coated his fingers before fingering Greg's hole. For almost 5 minutes, Uncle Abel kneaded Greg's ass and toyed his finger in and out of his hole. Not long after Greg's breaths were heavier, mixed with slight moans that got louder. "Wow, Sir, don't stop please..." "There's the Greg I know. You never give up. That's why you're one of us." Uncle Abel then took out a chest underneath the bed to reveal different kinds of toys in sizes I couldn't comprehend. Greg took each of the toys without any hesitation. The pitch of his moans changed depending on whether he was taking in a dildo or beads. When Greg's hole turned wider and more hollow, Uncle Abel climbed onto Greg to finally plow him. "Damn Greg, you're still tight. Looks like we could use some backup, what do you say?" "Yes, Sir, call the others, let them seed me too please." "Good boy. Frank's on the way and I see Hunter's car outside. Don't move. Keep your ass like this, I'm churning my charged seed into your charged hole." "You already came Sir?" "Of course, boy, why'd you think I stopped for a bit? Here's another load." Uncle Abel would clasp himself onto Greg each time he came, restraining himself by putting his head faced down onto Greg's back to exhale quietly. Gregg held the same expression of desperation and desire. His pupils were wide and glossy. I couldn't stop watching. I wanted to be Gregg. A wet spot formed through my jeans. My cock had never been this hard with precum. Another man then entered the room. It was Hunter. Close to Uncle Abel's age. He wore a white tanktop and jeans, carrying a stocky figure with a trucker cap on his head with a pair of colourful oakleys. His arms popped out from his sleeves showing his huge guns. He greeted them both casually, leaning down to Greg to ask him how his cunt is doing. "I see that Abel's work isn't even halfway done yet, is it boy?" Uncle Abel asks Hunter if he wants switch space. "Come here, tell me if this boy's still tight" Hunter took off his pants and climbed onto Greg's back. Uncle Abel moved to the other end of the bed with his legs spread out for Greg to savour the cum off his wet cock. "Aw he's loose alright, but this ain't a cunt yet" Hunter was rougher than Uncle Abel. His cock was longer too. Each time he thrusts himself into Gregg, cum would splash out. "You know boys, I've been keeping this load for a week now. You're one lucky cunt, Gregg. And Abel, great job as always." I couldn't make out what Gregg said, but it has to be one of approval from the muffled noise of him chocking on Uncle Abel's cock. He pulled Gregg of his cock to make him beg for Hunter's load. Hunter's pace never changed. "I'm very close boy, you want my load? Give you a recharge?" "Yes, Sir, recharge me with your load please. I need it" "Do better boy, embrace the pig in you. You can do it" "Please give me your seed Sir, I fucking need it it please I'm begging" Gregg was slurring, pleading for Hunter to come. "Stay still now, we don't want to waste any of my viral loads. How's yours, Abel?" Uncle Abel says that he doesn't know nor care. They high fived the moment Hunter climaxed. Gregg's hole was blooming with his sphincter closing and opening wide with strings of cum dripping down. Hunter brushed it to feed it to both Gregg and Uncle Gregg. Another man then entered the room after. Frank. "What's up boys? I didn't wanna barge in but my my, what do we have here?" Just as I was ready to take my pants off to stroke I hear a knock. I flinched and turned the TV off. "Hey bud, you ready to go?" Bud. Hearing it now gave me goosebumps. "Yeah 5 minutes!" I quickly threw my stained pants off and put on a pair of khaki shorts. Uncle Abel brought me to a diner in Wilton Manors. There were a lot of men in this area, good looking and fit for the most part regardless of age. Took me a while to realize the neighbourhood was a gay one. So far I had never suspected Uncle Abel to be into men. From the way he and Aunt Chloe were together, you'd think that he was just a gentle giant who can be a bit flamboyant at times. When the waitress took our order, there was an awkward silent. I didn't want to bring it up. I didn't feel like talking after the drive and what I just watched. "It's nice to have you here Brad, your folks reached out to me when the lockdown started to ask of you. What happened?" I didn't want to explain why I shut off from a lot of people, only that I had to just move forward. "Well..things happened. Did you tell them I'm here?" "No.. you're an adult who can make decisions for yourself" Decision.... would I be given the decision Gregg had? What were his that led him to end up on the bed? "Yeah and really, I don't know how to thank you Uncle Gregg for letting me crash. It won't be long, I promise" "I don't want to hear it. You can stay as long as you want to. Now tell me how you've been, really. I want to hear all about it. School, sports, whatever" I tell Uncle Abel everything. I had nothing to lose so why hold back? I tell him how he made me realize my sexuality and that I still remember what he said at the Christmas dinner. "What did I say?" "That I should make the most of my dick sucking lips" "Did you?" Silent. It was hard to hold my bravado. Technically, I did. I'd go to frat parties and fool around with the insecure pledges or the big who's openly DL. I don't get fucked often and if it was, I always play it safe. The short lived relationships I've had can be described as vanilla and I mostly topped. Yet after watching that video of Gregg, I might have uncovered a scratch that I didn't know had existed in me. A kind of scratch that would convince me to be in Gregg's position. Bareback. I wanted to know what it was like to be bred. Uncle Abel repeated himself, snapping me out of my thoughts. "Well did you Brad?" "I did my best. One or two on a usual week, 3 or 4 if there's a party during the weekend. And you Uncle Brad? When were you into all of this?" "Your Aunt Chloe was always aware of my....disposition. We ended things cause Chloe found the right guy at the end. No hard feelings. It has always been obvious." I then felt his left foot close to my ankle, brushing my right calf upwards and downward, coming closer to my crotch. My expression froze. "You always have that deer in the headlights look every time I see you, even after all those years. What are you scared of?" I look down to see his foot in between my thighs, resting on the seat. "I'm..I'm not scared. It's just you....you make me feel weird, but not in a bad way" I was already aroused. I saw no point in stopping him or moving his leg. "As long as it's not bad, right?" I responded with a smile. The food came after. I was building up the courage to ask him what I had watched. In the car, I finally said it. "I watched a video that was on the TV in the guest room. I couldn't stop myself. Do you do that often? What does your tattoo mean? " I see Uncle Abel smirking before he responded. "The seed that conquers us. You like what you saw?" "Yeah. What does it mean?" "You're not ready for that, Brad. You still have a lot going for you" "What happened to Gregg?" "Gregg's still around. A fine man who's cunt gave us more recruits. Maybe you can learn the ropes a bit from him. No rush though" "What recruits? The latin phrase, what is it? What am I not ready for?" "Slow down now, bud. That Latin jargon? The seed that conquers us. The recruits? Just a few friends who I now call family. You're not ready cause you think too much. You don't know what you want." "What if I want you to fuck me?" "Not so fast, bud. We'll get there soon alright. Would you be open to Gregg and some friends joining though?" "Maybe. Yeah. Only if you start first." "Hah, see. There's the hesitation. You still have doubts. Finish the movie and then tell me if you're serious." I went straight to my room once we were back. I continued from when Frank showed up. He was older than Uncle Abel. Late 60s and thinner than Gregg. His veins were visible across his body and you can even see his collar bones in detail. His hair was in a pony tail and his chest was grey and thick. He had a beer can for a cock, larger than Hunter and Uncle Abel. Hunter whispered to Gregg that Frank's here. Gregg replied with repetitions of yes thank you. Uncle Greg was now also holding a pipe that he lit up to smoke for himself and the rest of the men. Gregg began to act more feral after exhaling the clouds. I wasn't sure what it was, but it definitely wasn't weed. Frank was slower than Hunter, more intimate with the way his hands would caress Gregg's side and back. He was still tied up. "Your pussy is starting to feel like a cunt, boy. Loose and tender like a well done steak. You're just a piece of meat for us, isn't that right?" "I can be whatever you want Sir, just promise me that you'll give me your seed" "Oh I will...don't you worry bout that. It'll be slowly but surely. You see boy, I don't just come, I leak like a broken faucet. See that cum dripping?" For a while, the men barely made any noise. Close to Frank and Gregg was Hunter who had been sucking Uncle Abel off by the nightstand. I only hear the gush cum coming of Gregg's hole with Frank's thrust. It was hypnotic and I stepped into a trance. Suddenly, a knock came on the door. I tell Uncle Abel to come in. He enters with a black satin robe. He sees the TV and me in my briefs laying with my hands behind my head, arms wide open with elbows out. "Well you're quick. Enjoying it so far?" "Yeah. This is better than porn" "Sure it is. It's real. Want try something?" He takes out the same pipe that was seen out from his pocket. On his other hand, a torch. "Don't move. Stay like that." I stayed with my legs now stretched outward. I imagine if this was what Greg experienced but without the ropes restraining me. My back was also against the bed. Uncle Abel lit the pipe and brought it close to my mouth. I took a few deep inhales and exhales. I started to feel electrified, as if my senses were firing up. My eyes widened and I tried to stay still from Uncle Abel's instruction. My elbows were still up with my pits exposed and I started to sweat. It felt as if the the thermostat turned higher. "Stay still Brad. Or do you prefer boy? Or are you a fag huh?" "Whatever you want Sir.?" "You'll be my boy for now. Fags are filthier. You're not filthy, are you boy?" "What do you mean, Sir?" "Your pits. They're filthy and could use some cleaning." "Go for it Sir." "Don't move, boy." I continued to stay still. Uncle Abel climbed onto the bed and we were face to face with him a bit higher. He looked down on me with a kind of hunger, diving down to my pits without a warning. The smoke I had ingested made me immune to any ticklish feeling I would normally get. Uncle Abel lapped his tongue on each side in intervals, instructing me to open my mouth for him to spit in. I was ravished by him. As aroused as I was, I couldn't manage a hard on. We kissed for the first time when Uncle Abel was done licking off my pheremones. I never thought I'd have his thick tongue dancing with mine in this moment. His robe had fallen to the floor and I could now see his tattoo in full. I also had the chance to have my gaze going down to finally see his beautiful uncut cock. It was hard and was tucked in a ring. Once we had enough of each other, Uncle Abel broke off our kiss and tells me that I have a lot to learn. He tells me good night and that he'll see me tomorrow. Just before he left to close the door he says.. "Ask yourself what you really want Brad and make sure you're certain of it. I trust you'll find your answers once you've reached the end of the film"

***Get what I did there? Tw(eak)ink. 2 words tweak and Twink. I know, so cleaver. *** *Johnny had been with his family for a week helping out while his dad was away at work.* But now the 3 hour drive home. Fuck I'm horny as shit. I havent been jerking off and there wasn't a gay or curious man within 50 miles of my parents place. Half way thru the way home I pull over. Open up an app and site and start lookin for a a booty to rim and fuck it a fun cruising area. Almost instantly my phone is going off. TyTyTwinkbb: hey age, pic? I'm on cloud 9 and looking for a man way older than me to use my tight boy hole. And dont worry I'm 19. I'm just a dirty boy in need of a dirty daddy type to play with and party with. Holy shit his pics got my me instantly hard. I'm only 39 but I could be is dads age. This boy had the pinkest hole, and porcelain bubble butt to boot. Crystal blue eyes and midnight hair. I reply, "hey I love a Pervy boy. I'm 39, let me know if u got my pics, your profile is hot, I need to see if it's true tho. Little to no limits, bareback only, that's hot, and a bunch of Capital Ts. I think I get it lol I do have a P.A. and tend to use it😈 let me know if u like the pics. TyTyTwinkbb: O....M...G.. you r like the perfect daddy type that I love. Fuck that cock might leave me wrecked but I want it and seriously do as u want with me. I'm so UP. Make me yours. And don't worry I have all the supplies and my uncle got me a hotel room. Come here now. ****** suites. Room 4401. I'm only 10 minutes away. You musta read my bio 😈be face down ass up. TyTy: ok daddy. And yes I want that seed. Get to the hotel, door ajar. And the hottest, cutest, butt with the pink pucker hole and him smiling back at me. My clothes off in 2 seconds standing behind him, precum dripping out my cock I smear it on his hole as I pop 1,then 2 fingers in. He yelps out a pleaser moan sharply. Are you ready TyTy? I do it this way. As I put the cap back on I slide in his hole fast. And his moans r hot and full of ectasy. He stops for a minute takes a bit of cloud and poppers. And starts pushing his ass to the bottom of my shaft where the scorpion tat is. Every time he pulls away his boy hole grips my cock. Its making me nuts! Then I say, brace your self he looks back with excitement and...... End of part one of 3.

Be happy to help

Molly was trying to get her boyfriend of three year to propose and she decided that if she was pregnant he would finally do the right thing and propose marriage. She had been off her birth control for more than a month and she kept trying to have sex with him without a rubber and he would not do it. He did slip in her once when he was drunk but only for a minute and pulled out and made her suck him off. I found all this out with a fake profile I had made to get girls to sleep with me and my brother. Molly this cute 24 year old white girl all of 5'8 130 pounds with big tits and a hot ass from her pics and she thought she was talking to Julie. It is amazing what people will admit online but she started to tell me about her plot and I tried to help her out. I told her a friend of mine had gotten her boyfriend to marry her when she got pregnant from another guy. Molly started to ask lots of questions and I (Julie) answered her about how it worked etc. How my friend met the guy at the hotel and he had a room and they had sex and for a few hours over three days and she ended up pregnant. Her boyfriend thought it was his and proposed and they had a beautiful baby boy. She seemed interested and asked if my friend know how to get in touch with the guy still. I confirmed that she did and asked if she wanted me to find out if he would help? Molly said, I do not know. I pushed her and said what would it hurt if you just knew if he would help. She agreed it was harmless to ask and all. Two days later I hit her up and she said he is willing if you decide. While I waited for my response I text my brother DeShawne and told him I had a white bitch who needs bred and to reach out to a few of his buds to see if they would be down to breed and knock up a white girl. I already new the answer, before I heard back from Molly four hours later I had six black guys besides DeShawne and myself that were on standby. Molly finally hit me up and said I have been been thinking about it for the past few house and I am ready to meet if he is. Bingo, she really wants this. I proceeded to ask her when her ovulation was and she did not know but I looked up how to tell and we tracked it and it turned out she would be ovulating in 10 days and her bf would be out of town until her last day of ovulation. Fuck that is perfect I thought. We emailed back and fourth and set a date for her to meet at the hotel and I sent a pic of a buddy of min from college a tall white dude as the guy she was suppose to meet. Sent the hotel and his fake name and told her he would meet her at the bar in the hotel at 6 PM. Buddy who was gonna help breed her was one of the bar tenders there most nights and the date we set he traded shifts so he was there. DeShawne and I were there at 5:30 and buds were planning on getting there staggered times but my first bud Tyrone was planning on being there at 6:30 that night. Bryant was behind the bar and we saw her walk in. She was beautiful, she went up the bar as instructed and she wore a pretty little white dress as instructed. She looked nervous but she walked right up to the bar and ordered a drink. My buddy tipped his had as agreed as a sing he was slipping a little ghp in her her drink and we made our way up to the bar and sat next to her. We did not say a word and left the seat to her right empty. We ordered our drinks and she had just finished hers and I ordered her another. Bryant again put some GHB in it and she sipped this one. She kept looking at her watch and at 6:15 I introduced myself and my brother. Two fine black men. She made small talk while looking around and before I knew it it was 6:30 and I asked her if she wanted to have another drink in the room. These drinks were too expensive her. She agreed and did not need to much convincing and we headed up to our room on the 10th floor. While we were walking to the elevator I told he what a view we had and I wanted her to see it before the lights went down. We entered the hotel room and out to the balcony while Deshawne made her another drink with GHB in it and when she came back in he handed it to her. We sat on the sofa and I turned some music on and we got to talking. She was pretty loosed up and when asked if she had a boyfriend she said she did. DeShawne asked where he was and she told us both he was out of town. He asked if she ever played around on him, She went white as a ghost and she turned to me and said not but she came tonight to meet a guy. We both said in unison "really"? She said yes, but he did not show up. I quickly asked if she was disappointed? She said she was and that she as really horny, This GHB was making her honest and horny. I asked her if I could kiss her and she did not say no so I leaned in to kiss her. Deshawne started to slide his hand up her dress and before I knew it he had pulled her panties aside and was rubbing her pussy and clit. She started to moan in my mouth as I was kissing her. While I was kissing her I could see the door and in came Tyrone, he had been down with Brant and came up with a little canister after he had a few drinks. Deshawne kept rubbing her clit and Tyrone got down on his knees and grabbed her panties and tore them apart and began to eat her out. I broke free from the kiss and helped Deshawne unsnap her bra and slip it off while her head went back and she began to cum for the first time of the night.