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After our hookup (although I don’t think we referred to it with that word at the time), I had a flood of different thoughts that I considered the following weeks. I realized that I was physically attracted to Dan, but I didn’t feel any emotional attachment to him like I had with some of the girls I dated. But I had enjoyed it. Hell, I fucking loved it. Whenever I thought about it, I got hard as steel. Maybe I was just horny and needed to get off? No, that wasn’t quite it. Also, Dan and I didn’t talk about it, but I don’t think we acted weirdly when we were around each other, thankfully. So, life went on for the next week like nothing happened. Then the following Saturday night, I went to one of the local college bars with some buddies, but one of my friends got wasted doing jagerbombs, so I made sure he got home in one piece, but it was only 11 pm. I decided to go back to the apartment, and I could see from the street that lights were on inside. I unlocked the door, but no one was around, so I turned on the TV. Bob was staying at a new girl’s place this weekend (without his current girlfriend knowing about it). About 15 minutes later, Dan walked in the door with a 6-pack and a small brown bag which he threw to me. “Hey, what’s up?” I said as I caught the bag and looked inside. “I bought you something and I want you to use it right now,” he said. It was a fleet enema. “What the fuck is this for?” I exclaimed. He replied, “It’s for you to clean out.” Ah…for some stupid reason, I had not thought about why Dan’s ass was completely clean when I fucked him…and now (I supposed) he wanted to fuck me. OK, I was open to trying it. “Any special instructions?” I asked. “No. Just do it while you shower and make sure the water runs out of you completely clear and clean for a few purges. And don’t rush it,” he replied. A few purges? OK. I had never had an enema before, and I certainly did not want to embarrass myself. The shower and clean-out took longer than I expected. But I finally finished and walked to Dan’s room, and he was laying on the bed with his 7-inch cock standing straight up. I dropped my towel and bent over him, and we kissed. Then, he told me to 69 with him. We were sucking each other’s cocks for about five minutes when he released my cock from his mouth. I felt his tongue flicking around my butt crack and then he flicked his tongue on my pucker. The next thing I knew, his tongue was invading my hole, and he was pulling my ass cheeks apart. I let out an involuntary moan of pleasure. It was shocking what he was doing and it was surprising how great this felt, and I tried to keep focusing on giving Dan head. He was fucking my ass with his tongue, and my cock was leaking copious amounts of pre-cum onto his chiseled chest. I didn't want this tongue-lashing to stop. Then Dan told me to lay face down on the bed. He got a bottle of baby oil from his bedside table and rubbed some into my ass. He took and finger and pried open my asshole as I struggled against it in pain. “Relax! Just like to song goes. And breathe deeply,” he said. Finally, he got a finger in, and I stopped whimpering. “I think we’re going to need a little help,” he said. Again, he reached over and opened a drawer of the bedside table and took out a little brown bottle. “I’m going to hold this under your nose, and you breathe the fumes in as deeply as you can and count to 10 and then I’ll do the other nostril, OK?” So, with his hard cock lodged in my ass crack and his cock head poking right against my hole, Dan introduced me to the wonderful world of poppers. I was flying high as he quickly pushed his cock into me and of course it hurt. I took the bottle from him and huffed more until it started to feel better and then it began to feel amazing. Dan told me to lay on my back, then he lifted my feet to his chest and put his cock into me again. He told me to hit the poppers, and he started pounding my ass. In about five minutes he said, “Man I’m gonna cum. FUCK!” With several grunts, he slammed into me, and I felt his cock twitch as he finished crushing my anal cherry. As Dan came down from his orgasm, I could feel his heart beating through his cock which was still inside me, and his sperm was swimming inside me looking in vain for eggs to fertilize.

I just met a young stud on sniffles who had a load he needed to release. He was just over 1300’ away, visiting the area. I proposed meeting at the corner lot where there’s a small park with a grove a trees that is secluded. It’s 10:30pm and dark. I head there and he’s also walking and heads there. Unbeknownst to me there was another guy just hanging out there. He must have been stroking or something, but he left and me and this young stud headed into this small grove and I got his uncut cock out and started deep throating him. He got nice and hard. I turned around, pulled down my shorts and exposed my hole. I had prelubed and prepped for cock. He slid in easily and started pounding away. I begged home to breed me and to cum inside me. He quickened his pace and soon he tensed up and I felt his cock throbbing as he flooded my ass. He pulled out and I cleaned him off. Walked home and fingered my ass to taste his sperm. I’m still hungry and looking for more cock and loads tonight.

I’m going to recount some experiences I’ve had. I’m Dave, and most of these stories are true or as true as I can recall. Generally, I use the actual first names of the guys. MY DETAILS As I mentioned, I’m Dave and I grew up in a religious family in the northeast of the USA. My parents made us go to church every Sunday. For high school, I was sent to an all-boys parochial school. That decision was made for me. I grew up sheltered and knew very little about sex but found early on that I had a jockstrap fetish. I also knew that I found looking at some of my classmates irresistible. But none of this really meant much to me as a kid – I really couldn’t make sense of it. After all, I couldn’t be gay because it was a sin, and I was a good Catholic boy, although very mischievous. I stand about 5 feet 9 inches and I’ve always been athletic with a tight body, especially my pecs and my ass. I have blue-grey eyes and dirty blond hair. In the mid 1980s, I probably weighed 150 pounds. Fast-forward to my junior year of college in 1985. Looking back, I was deeply in the closet to myself. I got rid of my virginity to a woman at my college, and it was mediocre sex. I was still looking at dudes I thought were hot at the university and there were a lot of them. I had a lot of straight friends – both guys and women. I knew some gay guys, but I found that I couldn’t identify with them. BOB Through my 2nd year of university, I lived in a dorm, but I wanted to get an apartment. I knew a cool guy named Bob who was looking for a roommate. Bob was a handsome Italian American and about my size and a jock. I had not yet seen him without a shirt, but I daydreamed that he was a hairy otter. Bob was the type who had a five o’clock shadow by 9 am. I asked Bob if he was still looking for another roommate and he said he was. DAN The other roommate who was living in the apartment was Dan. I already knew Dan for a few years, and whenever I saw him, I found myself staring at him because he was stunning. Dan stood about 5 feet 10 inches and had a lean, muscled body. He was a rugby player and I’d been to see a couple of matches where he had played. He had blue eyes and long brown, wavy hair not quite to his shoulders. Despite his mesmerizing beauty, he was usually an arrogant prick to most other people, unless he was after pussy at a party or a bar. Then he could turn on the charm. This is how Dan looked when we were in our 20s. I decided I was busy enough with studies and a part time job so that I could minimize any unpleasant interactions with Dan. So, Bob and I shook hands, and I moved into the spare bedroom in his apartment just off campus. THE DAWNING As life at the apartment settled into a normal rhythm, all three of us got along surprisingly well. Bob was always friendly and outgoing, Dan was more to himself and maybe a bit introverted. A few months passed and one night, I came into a darkened apartment after going out with some friends to a party. I walked toward my room and noticed a dim light coming from Dan’s room. As I walked past, I saw Dan awake laying in bed in his white briefs. I said, “Hey, how’s it going? Did you stay in tonight?” Dan replied, “No, I had a date with a new woman, but it wasn’t great, so I ended it early. I’m going to grab a beer. You want one?”, as he got up out of bed. “Sure, I’ll have one,” I said. We chatted about random things. After our third or fourth beer, Dan said, “I notice that you’re always staring at me and when I look up, you look away. Why is that?” I probably looked like a deer in the headlights, and I stammered. He continued, “You think I’m hot don’t you? Well, I am. I think you’re pretty sexy too,” and he reached out to my chest and lightly pinched my left nipple through my tee shirt. I let out a gasp and tentatively, I reached out to his naked pecs as he leaned in to kiss me, his left hand reaching up to the back of my head. Once that initial kiss broke the ice, we were all over each other and moved to his room, slamming the door behind us. Both our cocks were rock hard as we got on his bed and kissed like two horny young guys do. I’d never touched another man’s cock yet alone sucked one. I licked his nipples, and he took my head in his hands and moved me down toward his cock. I noticed that there was some pre-cum gathering on his cock head, so I licked it and he groaned. My first attempt at giving head wasn’t too bad and I later found I was a natural born cocksucker. My own cock was also dripping pre-cum by now. Dan was on his back as I was sucking him, and I moved back up to kiss him as his muscular legs wrapped around me. Our cocks were sword fighting and pre-cumming all over each other’s dicks. Then he grabbed my cock and smeared some spit and his pre-cum all over my head and pushed me toward his hole. I fumbled around for about 10 seconds, but then my cock head found his hole. Dan had a smooth hole and as I reared up, he put his ankles on my shoulders, and I pushed my mushroom head into him and then past his ring. He hole was so much tighter than the pussy of the one woman I had fucked, and I kept pushing in. My brain was overloading with so many conflicting thoughts, but my cock head was clearly in charge as I finally bottomed out in Dan, my hairy balls against his taint. “Fuck Dave, you feel incredible. I didn’t know your cock was so big.” “Dude, your ass is so tight I could fuck you all night,” I replied. I was sweating like a pig onto Dan’s chest and abs as I pounded him. I couldn’t believe I was fucking this incredible man. I realized now that what I was feeling as I grew up, and that I was at least bisexual or maybe even gay. After pounding Dan’s ass about 10 minutes, I let out a groan and pushed my cock all the way into him and shot about 7 cock strokes of cum deep in Dan’s ass. I collapsed onto him for a second and left my dick in him as my cock softened. I kissed him and felt his still-hard cock on my stomach. I moved back down and took his cock into my mouth and gave him the best head I knew how to. “Dave, you’re going to make me cum,” and then I felt Dan’s hot cum hit the back of my throat. I was a bit panicked because I didn’t know what to do with it and I was a little grossed-out. “Swallow it. Just fucking swallow that load,” Dan said in a commanding tone. So, I did. Later, I would come to love the taste of cum, but not that night. “Listen, this has got to stay between us,” Dan said. I nodded my head. “You should probably go back to your room in case Bob comes back soon. “Yeah, right” I replied, and grabbed my clothes and left.

Doug's fingers hovered over the keyboard, his eyes locked on the screen where Jay's profile glowed back at him. He had seen this face before, many times, on a different site—one where the intentions were raw, unfiltered, and dripping with the kind of hunger that made Doug's stomach tighten. But that was the other Jay, the one with the biohazard tattoo above his cock, the versatile top who didn't shy away from the words "poz undetectable" or "bareback." This Jay, the one on the dating site, was softer somehow, though the silver hair and beard were the same, and the confident smirk played at the edges of his lips in just the same way. Doug exhaled slowly, his fingers finally moving. You're thinking of trying dating again? he typed, then deleted it. Too eager. He tried again. I noticed you're open to whatever. That's... refreshing. He hit send before he could second-guess himself. The reply came faster than he expected. Open to whatever is putting it mildly. But yes, dating. Maybe. If the right person asks. Doug's pulse quickened. He could practically hear Jay's voice, low and rough, like gravel under boots. He typed back, Dinner? Tomorrow? and then added, Somewhere quiet. Jay's response was immediate. Perfect. There's a place on 9th. Small, dim lighting. Good wine. Doug's cock twitched in his jeans at the thought of that voice murmuring over a glass of red wine. He sent the address of the restaurant and the time, then leaned back in his chair, already imagining the way Jay's beard would brush against his clean-shaven jaw when they kissed. The restaurant was exactly as Jay had described it—small, intimate, with low lighting that cast shadows across the tables. Doug arrived early, his hands wrapped around a glass of water he didn't really want. He had dressed carefully, in dark jeans and a fitted black shirt that clung to his lean frame, the fabric just tight enough to hint at the definition beneath. He wanted Jay to look at him and see something worth touching. When Jay walked in, Doug's breath caught. The man was even more striking in person—tall, broad-shouldered, his silver hair catching the dim light. His beard was neatly trimmed, and his eyes, sharp and assessing, locked onto Doug immediately. Doug stood, his chair scraping slightly against the floor, and Jay's lips curved into a smile as he approached. "You're taller than I expected," Jay said, his voice a low rumble as he extended a hand. Doug took it, the grip firm and warm. "You're not." Jay's laugh was rich, deep. "Fair enough." He sat down, his movements fluid, confident. The waiter appeared, and Jay ordered a bottle of wine without glancing at the menu, his fingers tapping lightly against the table as he spoke. Doug watched those fingers, imagining them tracing down his chest, lower, wrapping around his cock. He shifted slightly in his seat, his jeans suddenly too tight. "So," Jay said, leaning back as the waiter poured the wine. "Tell me something about you that isn't on your profile." Doug swallowed, his throat dry. "I run. Marathons, usually." Jay's eyes flicked over him, appreciative. "Explains the body." Doug felt his face heat. "And you?" "I lift." Jay's hand moved to his glass, his bicep flexing slightly beneath the sleeve of his shirt. "And I'm good with my hands." Doug's cock throbbed at the innuendo, at the way Jay's gaze held his, unflinching. He took a sip of wine, the liquid burning slightly as it went down. "I bet you are." Jay's smile widened, and he reached across the table, his fingers brushing against Doug's wrist. "I think we're going to get along just fine." The conversation flowed easier after that, though Doug's skin remained warm everywhere Jay's eyes lingered. They talked about books, about travel, about the way the city had changed over the years. Jay's phone buzzed a few times, and each time he glanced at it, his fingers moving quickly over the screen as he responded. Doug tried not to let it bother him, but the third time it happened, his jaw tightened slightly. Jay noticed, of course. He set his phone down, his expression apologetic. "Work. I'm sorry." Doug waved a hand. "It's fine." Jay's fingers curled around his wrist again, his thumb rubbing lightly over Doug's pulse point. "It's not. But I promise, I'm here now." Doug's irritation melted under the touch, under the intensity of Jay's gaze. "Okay." Jay's smile returned, slow and deliberate. "Good boy." The words sent a shiver down Doug's spine, his cock hardening further. He wanted to be good for Jay. He wanted to be anything Jay wanted. The walk back to Jay's place was quiet, the night air cool against Doug's heated skin. They walked close, their shoulders brushing, and every so often, Jay's hand would graze against his, sending sparks through his body. When they reached Jay's building, Doug turned to face him, his heart pounding. Jay stepped into his space, his hand cupping Doug's jaw, his thumb brushing over his bottom lip. "You're beautiful," Jay murmured, his voice rough. Doug's lips parted slightly, his breath hitching as Jay's thumb pressed lightly against them. "I want—" "I know what you want," Jay interrupted, his voice low, commanding. He leaned in, his lips capturing Doug's in a kiss that was slow at first, then deepened, his tongue sliding against Doug's, tasting him. Doug moaned softly, his hands gripping Jay's hips, pulling him closer. Jay's hand slid down, his fingers digging into Doug's ass, squeezing hard enough to make him gasp. Jay pulled back slightly, his breath warm against Doug's lips. "I want to see you again." Doug's fingers flexed against Jay's hips, his body aching for more. "When?" "Soon." Jay's lips quirked, and he leaned in again. Doug's cock jerked, his body trembling slightly at the promise. "Yes, please." Jay chuckled, low and dark, and stepped back, his hand lingering on Doug's ass for a moment longer before he turned and walked into his building, leaving Doug standing there, his lips swollen and his cock painfully hard, already counting the hours until he could see Jay again.

first time i ever slid my cock inside a bottom it was anonymous and i was raw. feeling my cock pulse around his guts wrapped around my cock made me want to chase that feeling

Ran to the mall today to buy a new pair of running shoes. Had to wickedly piss so as soon as I had parked my jeep..I ran into the mall and found the mall restroom. I ran up to the urinals and pulled my dick out as it started to unleash a torrent of piss...I literally sighed as I unloaded! I heard a snicker next to me and I looked over and noticed it was a Hispanic twink at urinal two down from me. He was tall with shaggy black hair , tank top and shorts, and a backpack on. If this guy turned sideways, he'd disappear cause he was that thin!...not an ounce of fat except the third leg between his legs...that dick was at least ten inches or more, shaved, and very uncut. We made eye contact and I winked at him and laughed...he immediately looked at my dick as my pissing started dwindling. He immediately started jerking off.I didn't even zip up but walked over and pulled him into a stall. He started kissing my biceps and rubbing my ass as I let my shorts drop to the floor. Now I'm twice the size this walking tripod is but, he definitely took charge...he turned me around, spat on my ass and shoved it in...now I wasn't ready for a fucking and it hurt like hell but this bro knew what he wanted and started piston fucking me while he had me bent over the toilet and was holding onto my pecs...I quietly moaned while he buried deep in my gut...all you could hear in the quietness of the restroom was the rhythmic humping of his hips to my bubblebutt and the thumping of my very pointed hard on hitting my stomach...and before you knew it, he shot his fat load up my ass and then as he pulled out, I heard a splat on the linoleum as it fell out! My load hit the toilet bowl. As I pulled up my shorts we traded spaces as he was cleaning his dick with toilet paper. I leaned over and kissed him on the cheek. He blushed as I left with only the sound of my flip-flops tapping on the floor...I bought my shoes and then as I jumped back into my jeep, it dawned on me that neither one of said a word to each other....damn that thought made my dick hard again!

Authors note: I appreciate the feedback, I really do. I also appreciate the back channel pep talks. Originally, The Marine and the Troll was going to be one part. I was concerned that the tragedies were not going to be tight enough and the sexual encounter inadequate. It seemed to be writing itself and I left the end open - when I saw some of the comments, I started on a part 2. I was annoyed at myself in that with multiple proofing’s typos still made it in the original. My only defense is that English was not my first language. I grew up speaking Hillbilly and was publicly educated. For input, I was going to solicit input as a reply to this main thread. As a fan of many genres, a fictional simile that comes to mind is the Big Bang Episode where Sheldon breaks his new in box toy and swaps it with Leonard’s duplicate toy. His ethical conscience is represented by a 6 inch Spock and his guilty conscience is represented by a Gorn. It illustrates my absurd fear of breaking the story and being double fisted by a live long and prosper Spock hand side by side with a Gorn claw. On the flip side, not continuing would be a surrender which is against my nature. So, if you want me to continue, it will cum.

Saturday I woke to realize something was missing then I realized it was my morning wood. My eyes still too cloudy to read my watch, the big alarm clock display read 08:09 and the alarm had not yet rung but my brain was still foggy and I was startled when it did go off a moment later. I did a quick sit-up to turn it off and was reminded of the unorthodox wringer I had been putting my body through. At a snore, I saw Ralph was still asleep doing a twitch every now and then. I wrapped a towel around my waist and padded down the hall to the showers remembering Barry from just a few hours before. I did a quick shower and brushed my teeth, decided on a jock vs my under armor, and got into my baseball uniform. I grabbed my Baseball Gear Bag, put my phone inside and headed towards the Athletic Fields. Stretched, cleated up and did some base dash drills, set my phone and videoed a few slides that I could watch later. I stretched again after going to the batting cages. A few teammates were already there doing drills and so on. The following weekend would be Homecoming, and the campus would be a zoo. I orbited back to doing base run drills then saw our pitcher and catcher doing some warmups. I jogged over giving them a thumbs up to say I was available for whatever. As other players arrived after the pitcher catcher warmup a loose drill of practice evolved and went on till noon with breaks for water and the locker room john. I noticed the cheer squad was on a neighboring area practicing for the following weekend and Barry and I made eye contact and exchanged a nod. As it got hotter, most of us changed from cleats to trainers and went to the fitness circuit machines and weight room. As we were doing reps near each other Ty told me about some homecoming parties two of which were at Black Frats and suggested I check them out. I Thanked him and replied I would come if I can, the Athletic Staff Elves are kind of busy with the games, events, and alumni. All of the events on Friday and the sucking and fucking early Saturday morning still had my pecker tired, but my ass was starting to feel the need for seed but there was too much of a crowd to score in the locker rooms and showers. I again did a costume change but just into Sweaty Jock and shorts this time. My feet needed to breathe some. I padded out of the locker room and headed for the woods where I hoped to get lucky. Over at the last bench before the woods, I found a perfect spot. Legs and feet in the sun, upper torso in the shade, the breeze was one of those early Fall winds that was warm but hinted at chills to come. It was better to get some sun while it was pleasant. I pulled out my phone. My brother’s App had been in silent running mode ever since had my ass chewed out by Coach Smith. I had decided to explore all the settings but now was not the time. I switched it to active but left POZ PING unselected since I was unsure what that would do. I stood and headed for some clusters on the map display hoping for some satisfaction. Deeper in the woods it was darker and hotter. The breeze was barely making it in this deep but the rustle from the leaves above indicated it was still blowing. Here was one of the pick nick tables as I came to a small clearing It was enough of a gap that it was drenched in sunlight due to the sun’s angle sort of like an altar bathed in light. If my previous experience was any indication, the forest frolickers would find me. I dropped my shorts in the bag and left on the jock to keep my dick from rubbing on the concrete top and stretched out belly down. It did not take long; there were some twig snap and other noises as the fairies of this forest came to investigate. Oh, Great another bottom. Yes, but look at that ass! Is he passed out? No, looks like the slut is sunning itself, see he twitched! There was no shifting of the stone table, but I felt a presence, then a wide separation of my cheeks, the feel of young scruff facial hair, then a lick then a probing tongue. A phone vibrated. I was pulled forward right up to an erect cock which I swallowed whole eliciting a sigh from its owner who started thrusting while another fairy, perhaps my licker got on top and started pounding my other hole. Other hands were on my body, stroking my back which felt very orgasmic, two were licking each foot and causing me to giggle around the cock in my throat as they rough tongued my insoles. My hands were guided to stiff dripping cocks. The way my head was turned and pressed into a trapped position by the Top who was pounding me I only had a clear view of the base of the cock that was occasionally stoppering up my air, his bush, and a portion of the uncut cock to my left that I was stroking the foreskin hood back to show a large cockhead with some Pre forming at the tip. I felt my pouch stirring and being compressed against the concrete as my poor tired cock was struggling. My Pitcher Top finished up with a yell and moved off. Rather than being replaced, hands flipped me rotating on the axis of the cock that was bruising my throat and I was on my back. My jock pouch was shifted to the side freeing my pitifully tired cock which was engulfed immediately. Phones continued to vibrate and ping. My throat Pitcher was Cumming loudly and my legs were being lifted while others were spitting on my hole. A very large cock was inserted into my ass as I was bent into a U, I could both see and feel it was large. With only one cumload, spit and sweat it started worming in haltingly, meeting a lot of resistance. It was removed, some more spit splattered my hole and was reinserted with the force of my fairy fucker’s body weight. At my throat, I was dealing with both cock and cumload choking me so I could only whine as I was impaled from the bottom. Eventually, he pulled out his deflating dick which was replaced. The death grip friction my stinging asshole was applying to my rear invader caused him to swell and he started panting then shooting, I could definitely feel the spurts. I was trying to remember, damn, all of the training Burt had workshopped into me, but nothing covered safe word signaling when your throat was stuffed with cock. My foot worshipping fairies were tonging between my toes alternating with sucking on several toes at a time. The Oral, Anal, Foot, Tit and skin stoking sensations had my tired cock and balls trying to deliver. I felt the constant tingle of orgasm but could not tell if I was delivering anything or not. Cocks were replaced, phones continued to ding and buzz, the shadows got longer. The cock in my ass finished up. I must have dozed off. “How Long”? I managed to croak. I focused on a groundskeeper tucking his cock away. “Dunno kid, from these puddles, looks like all day” and walked off whistling. I looked and saw my bag with uniform, cleats, glove, trainers, shorts, and phone were unmolested. Plus, there was a note: ‘Your Feet are Sexy, but next time wear your cleats (no socks) My you are sooo hot and steamy’! Ugh, as I arranged my jock and put on my shorts and trainers I started wiping up as much cum as I could on my abdomen, face, legs and sawed the already wet and now cummy towel across my back. There was nothing I could do about the solidifying cum in my hair and no matter what, my ass was going to be wet for a while until I could push out some of the loads. I could have pushed them out there but my cumdump slut soul vetoed the idea. I painfully walked back to the Dorms keeping the sperm I had been given. ..not the end….

Why? Using condoms you lose sensation. Condomless sex is only natural, whether you’re gay or straight. I want that intimacy depending whom I’m with or if I just want a pump and dump, that’s okay too. When the top gets that primal urge to bury his seed deep into me, violating me, owning my ass. As a bottom, knowing that I'm pleasuring his most sensitive and treasured body part while his cum is dripping down my legs.

Met this horny mid-30s handsome married guy on Grindr and we've been chatting for a while. Then finally our time schedules met and he headed over to dump his load in me. Started first with some chat and we actually really liked eachother. Then he drops his pants and I immediately drop to my knees and first start licking his balls and shoving my face in his pubes. I then deepthroat him like 15 min and he precums a lot, me swallowing it all of course. He barebacks me in all possible positions and I'm in anal orgasm and he's getting more turned on by me going absolutely wild off of his dick. Finally he dumps like a massive load in me which flows out and i look properly bred. Btw he videotapes himself fucking me, I'm fine with it as long as our faces are out of the view and hot to later review the session. He then rests like 2 min and starts getting hard again. As I'm lubed up by cum, he penetrates me again with ease and fucks my cummy hole. We go at it for about 30 min until he gets in front of my face and puts his dick in my mouth immediately unloading load nr 2 in my mouth. I eagerly swallow every drop. I don't yet cum but that's not the point, the point is to service this absolutely hot man. He then buttons up and leaves as he got what he wanted - to completely unload his balls.

Hi Guys: Thanks for all your kind words over the years about my story "The Ten." Here is my final chapter...and although this story is coming to a close, I will be back with more exploits of different guys, different situations, in the future. Thanks again! **This is a work of fantasy and fiction. Any similarity to anyone living or dead is purely coincidental. Nothing in this work should be construed as medical advice in any way** FINALE: INSIDE THE BLUE TENT Once the bedroom set had been delivered, I made good use of it getting more guys into the brotherhood. Josh from Alaska, newly pozzed and highly toxic with my potent strain, recommended me to a few of his buddies who wanted the bug from the original source and I gladly complied, bringing a total of 9 other Alaska dudes into the poz world, my HIV strain working their bodies over and, most crucially, imposing the need to seed onto their minds. A few months later, when Josh texted me a link to a story in an Anchorage paper about an unexplained rise in Alaska HIV infections, I just smiled and took quiet pride in helping my newly poz brothers, and making plans with Eric for a 7th X tattoo. As for Furniture Guy Tom and I had met a few times at his studio and I even brought a couple of co-workers to buy some custom pieces from him. We also met for coffee and long walks a few times. One such time, he got very emotional and finally revealed the reason that, despite the instant and obvious attraction, he pulled away from me that evening at his workshop. “I was on PrEP pills for awhile, but I had a bad reaction to it. The doctor switched me to the once-a-month injection but still I had bad side effects…my body just couldn’t take it. So, when I saw all your….body art…” he said, trailing off. “So you know what it all means, then? My tats and the Xs? Did they freak you out a bit?” “Yeah, I think I know…a couple of my buddies chased it and caught it, and if that’s what they wanted, good for them, I guess. And a couple more guys I know weren’t really looking for it, but just lax in taking PrEP and eventually they turned up poz.” “So, you’re neg and not on PrEP and you don’t want to be poz, right,” I asked him, taking hold of his hand which trembled a bit in mine. I brushed a wisp of his hair back behind his ear. “I like you, Tom,” I continued “A lot. I haven’t felt a real connection like that with anyone in a very long time. And although I love my life and I have no regrets or qualms about my sex life and what the impact of it is, I knew I always would want to try a relationship again.” “Randy, I feel the same way about you…and I want us to be together. But, I’m sorry, I don’t want to be poz, and I know you don’t or won’t ever use condoms.” “No, that’s true, I won’t ever have a condom on me, or in me. Never. Men are meant to spread their seed.” “How many have you…how did you say it last week…’brought into the brotherhood?,’” he asked me, looking up from his empty coffee cup. “You know what these X’s represent,” I asked him. As he shook his head “no,” I filled him in on their meaning. “I’m part of an informal club called “The Ten.” It started with a dare, really, to poz up 10 willing chasers and then we’d get an X tattooed across our abs. I have 6 Xs now, Tom, and when I go to San Francisco next week, I’m getting my 7th tattooed. I’m pozfather to over 70 guys that I know about, and those 70 guys have spread it to countless others. And I’m not even nearly the most prolific member of the Club. We’re all super multiple cummers with huge loads, and spreading HIV is such a thrill, our cocks never go down until we’ve shot multiple toxic loads -- my buddies Eric and Keith and Sir Mack are well over 100 known pozzings…and hundreds more unknown ones.” “Wow, I had no fucking idea this was even a thing!” he exclaimed. I knew some guys chased it but not that there was an organized effort like that!. That’s amazing, Randy, but I gotta say, I honestly don’t know how I feel about that.” “That’s fair, Tom,” I told him, “it’s not for everybody, but it is growing in popularity and interest. We’ve even got a stall at the Folsom St Fair next week, and we’re setting up a space in a big tent, kind of an after-party for anyone we meet at the Fair who wants an upgrade. It’s gonna be so fucking hot.” Just thinking of the future mass pozzings we’re gonna spread makes my cock strain in my jeans and Tom reaches down under the table to touch it which sends it to even a harder, more engorged state. “I think I understand, Randy,” he said quietly, “but I don’t want to be poz…” he trailed off and looked up at me and then I knew I wasn’t going to get anywhere with the hot furniture maker, anywhere further than coffee dates, anyway. It was an impasse I knew we couldn’t overcome. We parted that day with a long hug, and he turned down the street resignedly. I honestly didn’t know when – or whether, I’d see him again. I got in my usual gym session and got back home to get on a Zoom call with my poz brethren about Folsom St Fair – we made some final arrangements about the profile cards we’d be handing out, and the plan was in place. A week later, flying down to SFO, I was abuzz with anticipation about the booth at the Fair and the special surprise we had for the lucky chasers. In my mind, I had turned the page on Tom, so although I was sad about not being with him, I was eager and ready to bring some more guys into the wonderful world of the poz brotherhood. Setting up the booth was easy – our banner ‘Join The Ten,’ with a large reflective biohazard symbol shined in the sun. Eric, Keith, Sir Mack and I stripped off our shirts to display the tats signifying us as mass pozzinators. As the temperature heated up, we lost our leather shorts and stood at our booth proudly displaying our pierced pozzing weapons for all to admire. A few guys who stopped at our booth walked away in disgust, shaking their heads as they went, but many, many more were intrigued and we handed out our profile cards which displayed our stats like baseball cards: Last known Viral Load, how many pozzed, tattoos, etc…This brought more interest and we made a few more appointments for later for them to join the club. Interest was high…an hour in, Caleb, the 19-year old Berkeley student I pozzed along with his twin brother, strolled by and we reconnected with a loud recharge pozfuck right in the street against a chain-link fence, my poz cock unleashed the first of many toxic loads into the twink’s poz hole. Passers-by watched and stroked their cocks and recorded the Caleb’s recharge for social media, hashtag #TheTen☣️ Other guys passed by all afternoon, either taking one of our cards or proudly showing off their own poz tats, a sea of biohazard symbols, + signs, blood droplets, scorpions, and a few simply with the words POZ or HIV or AIDS emblazoned across their skin. One hot guy had his cock tattoed with a rattlesnake spewing venom, and I took the opportunity to go back to my Caleb-fucking spot against the fence and bent over to take his poison snake up my infected hole, his weapon spraying 8 or 9 shots of pure HIV into my hole. At last, the Fair was winding down. We made a few more appointments for the conversion treatment for later, and we packed up and made our way over to the notorious Ringgold Alley, where the tent was set up in the parking lot of a warehouse owned by somebody Eric has pozzed years earlier. As we walked up, we spied our special guest, filmmaker Todd Verow, himself a bug-chaser, setting up his video equipment. All the invitees who consented to be filmed would get their poz upgrades recorded so they could look back on the proud moment when HIV entered their bodies and changed their lives! Todd is a hot fucker himself and of course, we were gonna take the opportunity to bring him into the brotherhood as well, once the filming was done. The tent was divided into 2 sections, the first of which was lined up with mattresses, fuck benches and a sling, and the second had three portable medical exam tables arrayed one by one. I walked in to see the Idealistic Young Doctor there, wearing an open lab coat and nothing else but a fat metal cockring. He was readying alcohol pads and syringes for his part of the process. On the right side, I saw my brother mass infectors Eric, Keith and Sir Mack hard and stroking their cocks, each of them pierced, engorged and ready to breed. Between them, over 200 chasers had been infected with their strains of HIV and those 200+ men spread their seed all over the world, infecting thousands more. I took my place alongside them, greeting each with a deep kiss and a tug on their cocks, appreciating what they had all done for me and how together we had some small part in the burgeoning normalization, appreciation and enjoyment of HIV in gay circles. At the precise time of 5:00pm, our first appointment arrived. “Welcome,” Doctor Matthew announced. “Are you Blake?” Blake, a young twink of about 22, nodded and the Doctor ran through the choices: First, you get to decide which of these 4 hot poz men will breed you – they’re all super toxic. Then, once he has deposited his load in your hole, we’ll complete the process with some blood fresh from him to you. Here, sign this form and then pick your pozzer.” Blake studied each of our profile cards which we handed out at the Fair, while Todd readied his camera to zoom in on the guy’s neg hole; finally Blake selected Sir Mack as his pozfather, leaning over the fuckbench. Mack, the most prolific pozzer among us (as well as the most-toxic), then opened the festivities with a brushing of Blake’s neg hole, preparing it for the life-changing serum he would infect the guy with. This was followed by a brutal fucking from Sir as he drilled his fat toxic cock deep into the young guy’s guts. Blake winced and yelped at the anal invasion, but Mack just drove it in harder, covered the kid’s mouth and held his head down into the fuckbench. Pretty soon, our next appointments filtered in, staggering every 10 minutes. I got the 2nd customer, Davis, a 30-ish Asian dude with barely a hair on his body, except for dark circles of fuzz around his neg hole. I was pre-cumming already and lubed up my unmedicated pole with the precum that was swimming with my HIV, readying the guy’s hole with a quick brushing. A few brushes in his pussy completed, I drove my weapon deep into his fuckchute, precumming all the way and in no time I was balls-deep in the guy, bringing him roughly into the poz brotherhood – well, if my toxic load didn’t do it, the blood slam coming up surely would. Just the thought of it got my cock harder and with urgency and precision, sprayed 10 shots of venomous seeds into the dude. I wasted no time in dragging him over to Doctor Matthew, who was just finishing up with Blake, a syringe of Sir Mack’s blood freshly drawn from the infected Master and shot into the arm of the young lad Blake, completing his conversion and marking him as a poz breeder. Tears of gratitude streamed down Blake’s pretty little face, for he knew now his goal was achieved, and quest was completed. Filmmaker Todd handed him a video card of the conversion and off Blake went to spread the wealth. Matthew moved along to me, I reclined against the exam table while my victim Davis lay on it, wiped out from the brutal fucking he received from me, my unmedicated load seeping into him and I watched Doctor withdraw a syringe of my blood from my arm and inject it into Davis who trembled and whimpered a bit, but took the conversion well. I could see Eric and Keith deep inside the next customers, Sir Mack, having pozzed Blake now, moved over to the waiting area but was soon called over to breed the next guy. And so it went on and on, one or more of us continuously breeding the chasers with our poz loads and then our poz blood. Doctor Matthew stroking his cock all the time he was administering the treatment to the chasers, a couple of times, the doctor’s own poz load shooting into the face and mouth of the guy as he inserted the needle with the poz blood. Filmmaker Todd, meanwhile had filmed each conversion – all the guys so far consented to the filming – and by the 3rd hot poz breeding, Todd had one hand on his camera and the other on his hard thick negative cock. Todd knew he’d be upgraded to poz tonight but first we had 20 more appointments lined up. Now, all of us poz brethren are ever-hard multi-cumming machines, but to make sure we stay that way during the long session, each of us took a Trimix shot from Doctor Matthew before we had begun. Our cocks were so hard and rigid, even after cumming and pozzing multiple guys, I was hoping for some walk-ins who maybe heard what was going down in the blue tent on Ringgold Alley. Pretty soon, the pozzing extravaganza was almost over, it was a blur of neg holes getting fucked and inseminated and syringes of red poz elixir taken from us and injected into willing bugchasers. And even though my cock, by Todd’s count, had shot 9 loads, it remained rockhard and leaking, waiting for the next. Finally, the “next” was Todd himself, who assumed position on the mattress, riding Eric whose fat poz pole pistoned up and down into Todd’s beautiful neg ass. He leaned forward over Eric, making the classic opening for a double-fuck. I wasted no time, beating out Sir and Keith into the prime double penetration position and my own stiff infected cock drilled into Todd’s quivering asshole, alongside Eric’s and we soon had our alternating strokes, deep into the filmmaker’s cunt. I could feel Eric’s cock against mine, his 0g PA clanking against mine. Gradually, Eric began to shake and shudder and with a loud explosion, he shot huge streams of his full-blown AIDS deep into Todd’s gaping hole. I knew I was right behind him and without any delay, my own toxic cock impregnated him as well. Doctor Matthew, watching this hot scene, rushed over with 2 syringes. “Stay as you are, guys,” he commanded, and he quickly drew another syringe of Eric’s venomous blood and one of mine, and with our cocks still hard and leaking up inside the filmmaker, injected Todd with them both at the same time. Keith, videotaping this event for Todd, proclaimed “Welcome to the Class of 2025!” “You’ll never know for sure who your Poz Daddy is, Todd,” I whispered into his ear, giving him a little more push inside him with my bugged-up cock. Eric’s AIDS-pole joined me in driving deeper into the guy’s ass. We know we have just pozzed Todd, fulfilling his wish after years or trying to poz up. He is one of us now! Now, I am truly wiped out, and after our joint infection of filmmaker Todd, we dismount and Eric and I collapse into each other’s arms. Todd, not satisfied, being the cumwhore that he is, brings over Sir Mack and Keith and they proceed to double-fuck and breed him as well, also taking syringes of their blood from Doctor Matthew as well. He is good and truly pozzed now! We are just about to close up shop, pridefully recalling the over 25 guys we have pozzed here with our loads and our blood, laughing at the sheer depravity of it all, when, with my back turned, I hear a familiar voice. “Sorry, my plane was delayed. Am I too late?” It’s Tom. MY Tom. “There’s only one guy I want it from, if that’s OK,” he says, walking over to me. He’s got on leather chaps and his ass, which to this point, I’ve never seen before, is round and beautiful and just waiting for plundering. “What are you doing here,? I ask him, stunned to see him. “You sure about this,” drawing him in for a deep tongue kiss. “Totally,” he whispers, “and you have to do it for me. I don’t want to be without you in my life, and I want to share it all with you, including your strain.” “OK, but let’s skip the blood slam this time,” suddenly switching into romantic mode, “I’m super toxic and my loads will be enough.” After a deep loving fuck, I blew my load up Tom’s hole, feeling full and truly wiped out. Eric, Mack, Keith, Matthew and Todd all broke into a round of applause. As I kept my leaking poz cock deep inside his guts, we kissed deeply and I knew then my purpose was to spend my life with him, sharing what was now “our” strain, and laughing to myself at the irony of it all; for although I had spent so many years pozzing up chasers, it was a non-chaser who ended up capturing me.

BOB Clearly, Dan prepared himself before I fucked him. It was not random thing that just happened naturally. I was glad he did it because I would never have been brave enough to initiate it. As the academic term intensified, my life became busier: class, gym or run, part-time job, study, and sleep. For a few days, my roommates and I were never home at the same time. However, I caught news of one of Bob’s exploits. Liz, one of my friends who also knew Bob, told me that Bob’s girlfriend found out that he was fucking at least one other woman and she had a shit fit and made a scene at a party. Bob was known to be a bit of a pussy hound. A day or two later when I finally saw Bob at the apartment, he was still in a sad mood, and he told me all about the breakup. I gave him my sympathy and a little ribbing about him thinking with his little head too much. “I know,” he said, “but it’s just how I am.” On Friday evening, some friends invited me to go to a bar with them. Even though it had been a long week and I was tired, I went along but only for a couple of beers. The bar was hopping but I was exhausted and by 10 pm, I was over it, so I walked back to the apartment. As soon as I walked into apartment I could hear someone having sex. I tiptoed toward my room to avoid awkwardly interrupting whichever guy was getting his nut. I had to walk past Bob’s dimly lit room, and the door was open. I couldn’t help but to glance in as I passed the door, and I saw Bob lying on his back, and Dan was straddling him and riding his big fat cock with his back toward me. Bob saw me and gave me an evil grin as he cupped Dan’s butt cheeks in both hands. I continued to my room and quietly closed my door, noting that Bob was indeed an otter and he was hung. I could still hear Bob’s bed springs squeaking, and this went on for another 10 minutes, then I heard someone (probably Bob) loudly cumming. Then everything got quiet. I didn’t know what to think. I was starting to realize I was more gay than bi, I knew Dan was at least bi, but I had never thought of Bob as being anything more than 100% straight. It dawned on me when I got into bed that my cock had been hard since I walked into the apartment, so I jacked off and shot a load all over my chest thinking about my two studly roomies fucking in the next room. The next morning, Dan was gone because he had to be at his part time job by 9 am. Bob was having some cereal as I said good morning. “What have you got going today?” asked Bob. I told him I was free until a 2:00 project meeting in the library. I looked outside and said that it was a beautiful autumn day for a run. Bob asked if he could tag along and I said of course. Bob quickly changed into his running shoes, a plain T and sweat pants and I did the same. This is how Bob looked at age 21 when we went for our first run together. I knew some beautifully wooded trails that were away from traffic, and we jogged over there. “You know that Dan told me you and he are fucking around a bit,” Bob stated. I quickly recovered from being outed. “Oh, he did, did he?” I replied. “Yeah. He and I have been playing around since we were roommates in the dorm during freshman year. I love to fuck him. He told me he enjoyed you giving him your bone and he tried to get you pregnant too. He said he popped your cherry,” Bob laughed. I asked Bob if he ever got fucked and he told me he was a top only. “Damn, it’s getting hot,” as he peeled his shirt off. “I’m familiar with this area and I know a cool trail. Follow me,” he said. I followed him deeper into the woods and after five minutes he stopped. “I need you to suck my cock now,” he said as he looked into my eyes and pushed my left shoulder down. I licked his nipples and then down his treasure trail. Now on my knees, I pulled down his sweatpants and his cock was tenting his white high school Bike jockstrap. I released his cock from its prison, and I gasped at the size. It was not circumcised. I’d never seen a white guy with an uncut cock. I licked the head and lapped up some pre-cum that had pooled where his head barely poked out of the soft skin hood – it was delicious. Bob was about 7 inches hard, but the girth was considerable. I tried to take the shaft down my throat, but my throat was slamming shut by reflex. The Bob held the same little brown bottle Dan used on me under my nostril and commanded me to huff, and then he repeated. He gently fucked his cock into my mouth until my nose was against his black pubes. Then he picked up the pace. My hands clasped his muscular glutes. Without any warning, Bob forced his cock down my throat and held my head there as he shot load after load into me. I couldn’t breathe and started to panic, but he was finished and released his grip. I gasped for air as I realized that none of his cum had lingered in my mouth and his sperm was all now in my stomach. “You have plenty of time before your group meeting later. Let’s go back to the apartment and get cleaned up. I want to test drive that hot ass,” he chuckled. “Race ya!” and I tore off back up the trail.

Giving and getting the swimmers in me or my guy is hot, but it's one of those things I both enjoy and don't care about that much, if that makes sense? Like I love a thick soft treasure trail on a guy, but I don't rate guys I like without one less hot. They'll be hot for other reasons. It's just one of a big list of stuff that can be good to have, not a make or break or defining thing. Most the load is prostate juice anyway, so you'll still get that hot feeling when your guy orgasms and that satisfying being full of cum feeling for however long it lasts. Anyway, I've been with a few guys I know were snipped and their sperm-free loads weren't any less exciting.

So I’ve been taking loads at the bath houses and sex parties for years now. Usually averaging 7-10 on a bad day and 15-18 on a good day. Once I get to those higher numbers I start to really enter goon mode but either I’m out of hours at the bath or the sex parties have dried up. so it was always a fantasy of mine to host a dump and dump at a sleepy motel. During this last San diego pride I finally decided to go for it. I paid for sniffies plus and hosted a group. I wasn’t getting much action until I started posting in the public forum every hour about my pump and dump and how I was no loads refused. this worked too well. Many guys just sent requests and dick pics. I got about 71 rsvps. I was pretty aware that not all would show up. day of I clean out and start taking pre-loads. Basically inviting guys over early to seed me. one guy was actually going to help me manage the crowd to make sure things didn’t get too wild. then I decided to tape the door and posted the room number. first guy was a chubby guy and I sucked his dick before he pounded me doggy style and blew his wad in my hole. As he was cumming woken else came and immediately left saying “I didn’t think anyone else would be here” I laughed and told him many guys were bound to show up- he leaves. another chubby guy shows up and is super verbal and compliments are pouring out of him. It makes my dick hard and I drop to my knees and jerk myself off while i suck him and then bend over the bed. He pounds hard and fast my hole starts to hurt. I take a hit of poppers and i relax while he pounds harder and harder and finally cums. this really turns on my room monitor and he slips in right after. He makes me lie down flat and just pounds my hole before cumming in me. I love that he breeds me. it’s a little slow but then around 4:30 it picks up and I get 4 guys in the room at once. I suck all their cocks (I hate when cum dumps don’t suck dick) my mouth is a cum dump too!! that being said I turn around and put my ass in the air and decided not to look back, first guy is big and starts plowing, he pulls out and I feel a different dick slip in. This guys is small and jabbing my hole fast and I take another hit of poppers. He cums in me and I hear him leave while yet another dick enters me. this guy is huge and my hole is starting to get sore, I take a huge hit of poppers to make it stop complaining and then I become a goon. He pounds hard and fast and finally screams the word “faggot” as he cums in me. He kisses my back and thanks me. I feel guy number 1 slip back in, he lays me flat and pounds away, I spread my legs out and tell him “ go for it “ giving him permission to pound me into oblivion. he pounds me and my hole is sloppy and sloshy and making tons of noise. He’s big but I barely feel anything because my hole is so open and sloppy. he whispers in my ear “when was the first time u got fucked?” ”19” I say he pounds faster he whispers “ you let anyone fuck you? Even dirty old men?” I say “yeah I let anyone fuck me who needs a hole, my faggot pussy is for men to use when they need to get off “ he pounds faster and cums deep in my guts. He’s breathing deeply and collapses in me and finally pulls out slowly and I feel my hole leak some cum. he thanks me and leaves, I look back and I see another guy. I totally forgot I had one more to go. I turn back around and put my fanny in the air and this guy slips in easy and pounds me silly but busts quick and leaves. this entire time guys are marking me with tallies and I am loving it. my room monitor says he’s going to get some food and I decided to stay ass up. I hear someone enter but I don’t look back, I assume it’s my room monitor but it’s not, I feel a new dick enter me this guy pounds me and Moans with every thrust. He’s very verbal in a moaning type of way. He pump and cums in me and marks me and leaves. my room monitor come back and laughs at how slutty I am. He puts his food down and fucks me again but doesn’t cum, he just wanted to feel my sloppy hole cause it felt good. as he’s thrusting 6 more guys enter the room, I decided to put a blind fold on and just feel sick after dick enter me, cum in me and leave. another man enters who is way out of my league. i suck his cock relentlessly and almost make him cum, I pull away and he bends me over and pounds me fast and moans so loudly I become concerned we are going to get a noise complaint. another man enters. He’s older and wait for the hotties to pull out, he slips in right aways and his tiny cock feels like nothing and like heaven all at once. He blows his load. i get another wave of a handful of guys a few more times and by the end my hole is starting to really give up. I power through all guys in the room and collect all their loads and my hole is sloppy. one more man enters and I I for him he will be the last and he decides to duck my on my back and I am struggling to take his dick but then I hear my hole make the sloppy noises so loud y in this position and I take more poppers and force my body to submit to me. He pounds away with my blessing and cums in me and my hole is destroyed I couldn’t keep the loads in even if I tried. At this point my room monitor decides to head home and I thank him. But after I feel some cum run down my leg from my hole. I can’t stop. I message some more guys on sniffies and have two more come over. they both take turns pounding me and my home is really fighting me now. I take more and more poppers and they both cum. I can’t stop, I get another guy over and I suck him silly and he blows his load in my hole just as he almost cums from my mouth I get another guy and his friend over and let them cum in my mouth which I loved but made me sad it wasn’t in my hole, I spit out the loads and try to finger them into my own ass. I am a mess covered in tally marks and cum all over my hole and chest and face. I get another guy over and I don’t even bother to wipe the cum hanging off my chin. I can tell he’s not really into the look but I don’t care. I give him my ass and he fucks me but I can tell he’s hesitant, he cums and quickly leaves. At this point I can’t take anymore. But I get one more message from a guy who wants to cuddle and breed me. I was tired and spent and this sounded nice. I asked him to bring me food and he agrees and I showed and clean up. he show up with McDonald’s and I scarf it down as I haven’t eaten in a full day in preparation. It’s hard to finish the food but it’s so needed and I drink more Gatorade. As I’m eating I noticed my fingers are slightly blue and I know I went a little hard with the poppers but I feel fine. They return to normal after 30 minutes or so. we start to cuddle and I can tell he’s very sweet and gentle but really wants to cum. After we cuddle for an hour I finally push my ass against his cock and reach behind me to lube up his cock. I let him in and it’s rough but doable. I get on all fours and he starts thrusting, he’s soft and gentle and it feels amazing. I know not to take anymore poppers at this point. he cums pretty quickly and thanks me. He starts getting dressed and leaves. I head to the bath room and record myself pushing out all the loads I collected. 34 loads were in my pussy and 2 in my mouth. It was heaven. I clean up and fall asleep. The next days I take about 6 loads in my hotel room but my hole was digging me the entire time. this was amazing and now my favorite way to take loads. I went to a sex party the weekend after and only got a measly 7 loads and was so upset lol. im planning to take more loads and try to hit 40 during Palm Springs pride! My cunt is available for anyone to use, my one rule is no drugs. Otherwise I would love to let the whole city cum in my guts.

welcome to the club. i cant get enough piss to drink

Was all set to do some toy play last night and had even just started to lube up my hole when a guy I had chatted with months ago on Sniffies hit me up. Twink build, average cock, straight as an arrow, very into breeding, total top. When I said I was prob not down for much, he offered to be there within 10 minutes and a nice pump and dump was all he needed. Hadn’t cum in a few days and needed a hole to use. He was really insistent and tbh I could use a load so I said sure, let’s do anon ass up. True to his word he arrived quick and my front door was unlocked and I was on all fours totally naked like he requested. I could hear him undress and he reached down and felt my hole, then came around to get sucked hard. He got hard almost instantly and fucked my throat for a few thrusts, but knew what we each wanted. He pulled out and got around behind me, spit on his dick and my hole, and pressed at the opening. I wanted to show him I didn’t need any warm up so I pushed back onto his full length right away. He fucked me for about 5 minutes, and esp liked it when I gripped his cock on the way out but was loose on the way in. He sped up and bred me deep. Got dressed and left, and I was feeling piggy, so I used my hand to gather the load that he had churned a bit and was outside and ate it, then saw there was a small glob on the blanket so ate that too. Went looking for a second load, but after a few quiet hours, decided to get even piggier and started fingering some of his load out of my hole and ate that too. Then finally I said fuck it and pushed out the rest of what was a huge load and slurped it into my mouth in one go, and left it in my mouth as I jerked off and came hard. Never done that before with a load that was in my hole that long. So hot.

10 load Friday evening. 2 3somes. 1 cumdump bred me. 1 new fuckbud with 2 loads. One horny pig bred me. One twink with a huge dick and an even huger load. Finally my bf enjoying the cummy mess. All the wet you see in the pic is from cum only 💦💦💦💦💦

Marcus and I finished a lazy breakfast, and decided to grab a coffee each from the machine in a takeaway cup that we could enjoy with a bit of fresh air and a cigarette outside. There were some picnic tables on the grass round the side of the hotel, where we plonked ourselves and lit up. It was only once we had sat down that we noticed a guy hanging around near the entrance to the hotel wearing a hoodie, with his hood up. This might not have been unusual, but there was something about his body language that made him look nervous. We saw him fish out a cigarette and light it, though we could still not see his face. Then he turned, and though he was still quite shaded under the hood, it was obvious that it was Evan. He kept glancing into the lobby of the hotel, but finally he looked towards us and knew he had been spotted. He stared at us for a moment, and then slowly walked over. I made room for him on my side of the picnic bench, and he sat himself down and then stared at the tabletop as he smoked his cigarette. “What brings you back here?” I eventually asked him. “I, er, was out for a walk and just found myself here” he said. “Bullshit” I replied. “Have you come to beg us for the footage or something?” “No” he whispered. “I want you to fuck me again.” I looked over at Marcus, whose eyes had gone wide. “Did you go to the infirmary?” I asked. “No” Evan replied. “If we fuck you again then it might take” Marcus said. “The longer you leave it, the greater the risk the pills won’t work.” “I’m not gonna take the pills” Evan said. “What?” Marcus and I said at the same time. “I’m not going to” he repeated. “But you’re married” I said. “She’s cheating on me” he replied. “Found out last time I was home.” “Oh” I said. “That sucks. But that doesn’t explain why you’re not protecting yourself.” He took a last inhale of his cigarette, then stubbed it out in the ashtray built into the picnic table. He pulled out his pack and lit another one, then finally looked up at me. “Fuck it” he said. “I’ve been fucking guys my whole adult life, and now I know how awesome it is to be the one getting fucked. I don’t care anymore.” “They’ll discharge you if you get infected” Marcus said. “Not any more” Evan replied. “Looked it up last night, and you can still serve if you go on meds.” “Oh” I replied. “Didn’t know that.” “Yeah, so, you know…” Evan started, before pausing. “I guess what I’m saying is that I want you guys to fuck me some more, and what happens, happens.” “You sure?” asked Marcus. “Yes” said Evan. “How long are you in town for?” “A few days” I replied. “Then how about you fuck me every day you’re here?” he said, managing a small smile. He didn’t have long before he needed to be back for training, so we took him upstairs and spitroasted him until we’d both blown a poz load in his hole. He was eager for it from the outset, all traces of the resistance he had shown during his first fuck gone as he arched his back and made his hole and throat fully available to us. We would have loved to both fuck a second load into him, but he had to get back. While we briefly rested on the bed he let us know his likely availability so we could plan around it, and then he took a quick shower and headed off. Marcus and I couldn’t quite believe things had taken this turn, but we weren’t going to say no to the opportunity to help Evan fully embrace this side of himself. I assumed he would probably say he was bi or something, but I didn’t really care either way. I was more concerned with getting him to reveal the best spots for catching more of my past fuckers out getting some action. We rested up a bit, and then decided to check out another spot that Grant’s contact had suggested. This was a small car park next to a substation on the edge of some woods round the other side of the base. Normally accessed off the main road, there were a couple of unofficial trails that led there which soldiers sometimes used for off-base runs, and indeed I had done so myself back in the day without knowing there was a cruising spot there. We decided to walk there rather than risk scaring anyone off with the car, and I wore cargo trousers for quick access to cameras in the various pockets. We found the rough area after a while, and hid in separate bushes as there wasn’t anywhere that looked big enough for us both to stay out of sight together. We waited for quite a while, and I was almost at the point of giving up, but then two guys out running approached. I had assumed they would go right past, but they slowed to a walk on the trail and then darted off together until they were behind a large tree really close to where I was hiding. I just crouched there and watched with an open mouth as Wayne “Rooney” Pollock and Jimmy “Cricket” Roberts took a quick look around, and then embraced in a deep and hungry snog. They went at each other like animals, before Jimmy squatted down, pulled on the hem of Wayne’s shorts, and swallowed his cock whole. There was no gagging, just a full deep throat straight off the bat. He gave Wayne an expert blowjob for a couple of minutes, and then they changed positions and Jimmy was soon moaning as his cock was licked and sucked. Then Wayne stood back up, and they re-embraced in a kiss. I took the opportunity of Jimmy stepping towards the tree to pull the GoPro out of my pocket, his footsteps on the leaves likely masking any noise I inadvertently made by moving my arm. I quickly worked to sync it to my phone, and then put it up to a gap in the leaves to start capturing Wayne giving his battalion mate a rim job. This lasted only a minute or two, and then Wayne stood up, put his cock to Jimmy’s hole, and pushed in. I gaped at the two of them as a frenetic fuck began, not believing what I was seeing from these two guys who had both had fiancées when I was still serving with them. This was clearly something they did a lot, from the technique of the blowjobs to the ease with which Jimmy had been penetrated. The fact that they were both into all of it was made clear when Wayne blew inside Jimmy, and then took his place leaning against the tree so he could be fucked himself. Jimmy’s cock looked thick from where I was crouched, but Wayne took it without any problem and seemed to love every minute of it being inside him. I texted Marcus to be ready to go, and then as soon as Jimmy blew his load I stopped filming, set the footage to upload, and then loudly got out from the bush. Wayne and Jimmy both darted their heads towards me in shock, and then in the other direction as they heard Marcus emerging from his hiding place as well. “Hey boys” I said. “Thanks for the show.” “Fucking hell Ballard” Wayne said. “What the fuck are you doing here?” “I’ve got really into bird spotting and came out here to do some of that” I said. “I’m into beetles and spiders” Marcus added with a smirk, as he came to stand next to me. The two soldiers just stared at us, their shorts still down around their ankles and cum dripping from their holes. “What do you fucking want” Jimmy growled, sensing they were on the back foot in the situation. “Well” I said, “I’ve already got and uploaded the footage I need, so we could just leave it there unless there’s anything you want from us.” “Footage?” Wayne asked. “Oh, yeah” I said. “You know, was trying to film a crow but instead got you two fucking each other. I’ve sent it to my brothers to enjoy and put on a few websites for others to jerk off to as well.” “You fucker…” Wayne began, starting to advance towards me. Jimmy grabbed him by the shoulder and stopped him, then stepped up closer to him. “Don’t” he said, quietly and tenderly. “Don’t make this worse.” “Good advice” Marcus said. “You should listen to your boyfriend.” Wayne’s shoulders sagged, and the fight was gone from him. Jimmy turned away from him and looked at me. “Ballard” he said, “I’m sorry for how things went down. We were all fucking cowards and let you take the fall for everything.” “Yes, you were” I said. “You two still engaged?” They both nodded, and I saw Marcus smile. “Seems a bit unfair, doesn’t it?” I said. “Two nice girls sat alone at home, waiting to become your wives, and you’re out here in the woods fucking each other.” “We just need a release” Wayne mumbled. “That was no release” Marcus said. “I know two gays when I see them.” Silence fell for a moment, before Jimmy spoke again. “What do you want?” he asked. “I’ll have to think about that” I replied. “But in the meantime, how about you two bend over that tree again so we can fuck those cummy holes of yours. You both used me for years, and it’s time for something in return.” Wayne stiffened and anger flashed across his face, but Jimmy put a hand on his shoulder and leaned in to whisper something to him. “OK” Jimmy said. “That’s fair.” They went back to the tree and both bent forward, and I moved in behind Wayne as I wanted to fuck the last fight out of him completely. I whipped out my cock and slammed it into him, and then went into a steady and firm rhythm immediately as Marcus got himself inserted in Jimmy. To give the two men credit, they did not hold back from letting us know they liked how it felt. Wayne’s muscular tattooed back rippled as I ploughed into him, and Jimmy arched his own back to demonstrate he was a willing receiver for Marcus. It was fucking hot to look at them as the tables were turned from my time in the barracks, and I went over the edge all too soon. When I pulled out of Wayne he spun round onto his knees and took my cock into his mouth to clean off, and after getting over the surprise of him doing that without being told to, I just enjoyed the feelings as I watched Marcus build himself up to breed Jimmy. “Are you poz as well?” Jimmy asked Marcus, as he used some tissues to wipe out his backside before he put his clothes back on properly. “Wait, what?” I asked. “We’ve seen some of your videos” Wayne said. “Found them by accident a while ago” Jimmy added. “It’s kind of part of what led to me and Wayne doing this together.” “Jesus” I said. “You know I’m poz and you took my load?” “Yeah” said Wayne, “I guess I did.” “Yes, I’m poz” Marcus said. “Bret and his boyfriend gifted me.” “Hot” said Jimmy. “Are you guys on prep?” I asked. “I mean, we were going to tell you to go and get on PEP, but…” “No, we’re not” said Jimmy. “Guess we’ll have to think about what to do now.” We wasted at each other for a moment, before I spoke again. “How about you meet us here same time tomorrow to let us know?” I suggested. “OK” said Jimmy. “Just don’t publish that footage, OK?” “Deal” I said. “If you don’t show up then I’ll tell my brothers to get on with it.” They both nodded, and then walked back to the trail and started to run towards the base. Marcus and I watched them go, then turned to each other and smiled. That was too perfect and too easy, but it was two more off my list. I didn’t say anything out loud about it, but I decided that if they did come back the next day then I’d find some way to get Evan and even Frank involved. But for now, we could go back to the hotel to have some lunch, chill for a bit, and then decide where wanted to go hunting next…

WHAT DID YOU DO TO ME? PART 1 Hank was in tears. „What did you do to me?“ he asked sobbing like a child. „How can I ever be turned on by my wife after this night? She feels disgusting to me after you all loaded my manpussy...the thought of going back home and seeing her makes me feel sick...why did you do this to me?“ 3 HOURS EARLIER Straight. Tall. Handsome. Swaggy. And sexist asshole. Or Hank, as he’s known. Getting off his truck to buy some groceries, he immediately caught attention of all people around. And it was not just about his big bulge which he intentionally made as much visible to the world in his tight jeans. It was about his overpowering selfesteem which long ago shifted to immoral arrogance. Hank was well aware of his sex appeal and he considered all the chicks of the world inferior to him, not to mention gay men who he considered lowest of all, not worth any more than being fucked hard...and definitely not by Hank who is pussy addict and would not ever touch another man. As Hank made those couple steps from his truck to the store, he did not hesitate to say to passing by teen girl that she has a butt worth long fuck. He was enjoying seeing here literally run away to her car so much that he had to rub his growing bulge right there, in front of everybody. And he did not mind it at all. The nature gave him this huge tool, so why hiding it, he thought. Stepping in the store, Hank wasted no time and strictly told the young, petite man behind the cash desk: „Give me three bottles of Hennessy and one packet of Marlboros!“ Unaware at that point, this was the firat core mistake which he did. Instead of blindly going forward with Hank’s request, the petite young man said „It seems that somebody stole your good manners.“ „What did you just say?“ Hank asked, visibly getting enraged, not being used to anybody to not comply with his wishes. „Are you deaf?“ petite young man asked, „My message was clear enough I believe.“ „Listen, you piece of shit,“ Hank started really upset at this point, „I don’t know who you think I am, but If you treat your customers like this, I can as well give you a good old fist punch.“ „Come on, don’t be kidding me,“ the petite man said with no sign of being scared, „you’ll end up being fucked by me and my friends this night If you don’t change your behaviour right now!“ Hank was shocked. „How dare you speak to me like that, you faggot,“ he started to yell around. And that was the second core mistake. In whiff of a second, the petite young man behind the desk just whistled on his fingers and called „Mike?“ And in another whiff of a second, a huge muscular piece of black man entered the room. Hank was lost. He knew that resistance is futile and did not even try to fight when Mike took his hands to cuff them behind Hank’s back. Hank just prayed for the best. While he expected almost anything, he thought that the mention of being fucked by whoever was just a bad joke and he will manage to get home with some bruises at most. And that was the third mistake which he made. In couple moments, things became clear to Hank as he watched the petite young man walking to the store door to lock it and put on the „I’ll be right back“ sign. Being alpha male just minutes ago, Hank was now becoming scared. As Mike led Hank to the back room of the store, Hank was starting to sob. This big muscular brute, always relying on his huge dick power, now felt so small. He might have as well just solidify the „myth“ that those big hunky men are usually the real snowflakes. With some tears running down his face, he knew he was helpless. Once Mike bent him over the desk in the back office, Hank was clear. He might be alpha asshole, but he was not stupid – he knew very well that is alpha asshole is going to be raped. „I hate you, I hate you, I hate you,“ he yelled, but any of his objections turned out to be rejected efficiently when petite young man appeared holding ball gag. Hank did not even manage to catch his breath upon seeing it and it was already tied firmly around his mouth and head. „Mmmmphhhm,“ he said. „That sounds similar enough to ‚Yes, I want your bare dick‘,“ Mike said and pulled Hank’s tight jeans down to his ankles. TO BE CONTINUED

This is a spin-off from The Ballard Brotherhood, and our storyteller is the oldest brother Bret. ————— The cock that was plunging in and out of me was long and thick, and was just what I needed. Seeing Dad lying in a feverish heap at his flat had triggered something, and I had been in heat for the last two days. Not as bad as when Justin’s hole takes over, and even if he had a traffic cone shoved up there 24/7 it probably wouldn’t be enough, but I wasn’t far off. Luke and J had done their best, and even the twins and their hunky boyfriends had all had a go, but I was insatiable. So here I was, at the gym three hours before my shift, starting ‘work’ early. It was certainly doing the job, and I had no problem with how many hours I was going to be spending in the storeroom. The guy fucking me was called Paul, and I had smiled when I first saw the biohazard on his pec recently. The first time he’d fucked me he was relatively new to the gym, looking to lose some emerging flab and build up some muscle, all to try to make his girlfriend more interested in him than she seemed to be. Clearly frustrated at home, he had nervously come to the storeroom one day to seek a release after a good workout, and that had kicked off his other transformation. Why his girlfriend was not throwing him on the bed at every opportunity was beyond me given what he was packing, and he became one of my favourite visitors. But he got curious, bent himself over one day and asked to know what it felt like, and now he was a whole new man who just came across as being happy. All the months in the gym had given him a lean and rocking muscled body, and between our versatile sessions and the other mansex I was sure he was getting, he was now pozzed-up and looking to share. He was back to being a top with me, and I guessed this older bear guy I saw him with all the time was the one keeping him satisfied in other ways. I was quite happy with the switch, as his cock was just made to be plunged into a welcoming hole. But, as with all the fucks I had been taking since I saw Dad’s conversion had begun, my mind was wandering. I was loving the physical feeling of being fucked by whoever was inside me, as I always do, but mentally I was somewhere else. That somewhere varied, but with one thing in common: it would be at the barracks. I could be in bed at home, bent over against the gloryhole in the park toilets, or on the mat in the gym storeroom, but in my head I was in any one of the places I had found to use on the base for encounters with other members of my battalion. Sometimes I would even picture those guys, remembering what it felt like to be with them, hearing their grunts or mutters as they fucked me. I could vividly feel what I felt back then, from the pleasure of the fuck to the fear of getting caught, or from the desperate need for that kind of connection to another man to the humiliation of how most of them would look at me in disgust after they’d blown a load in my hole. I had woken up repeatedly over both of the previous nights having nightmares about the moment I was caught, the interrogations that followed, and the look on the colonel’s face as he declared I was dishonourably discharged. It didn’t take a fucking psychiatrist to see that I still had some shit to deal with from that time, however much I had found incredible happiness with my brothers, my friends, my job, and a whole lot of sex. Maybe seeing my dad finally happy and free with Gheorghe had allowed me to subconsciously put to bed my worries, regret and guilt over any role I had played in his unhappiness and eventual breakdown, and I was now moving on to focus on how I still felt deep down about what had happened to me in the army. The Universe was perhaps playing a game with me as well, based on what happened next. Emerging from the storeroom after the best part of ten hours of fucking and being fucked, having only stopped for loo breaks, cigarettes, water and snacks occasionally, I checked my phone and saw a text from a number I didn’t have in my contacts. When I opened it I stopped my brisk walking back to the flat to properly read it, as it was from Marcus “Aurelius” Bailey, a guy I had never expected to hear from again. I hadn’t seen him since he had disappeared from the barracks one day, and only later on had I found out he had tried to take his own life and ended up institutionalised. The poor guy was obviously gay, and as far as I could tell also had no interest in being in the military, but his domineering ex-SAS father cast a long shadow over his life and he had wound up enlisted with us at the base and engaged to a girl at home. It was too late when I finally cottoned on to how our antics in any private space we could find were fucking him up, and then one day he was just gone. But now he had got my number somehow, and was reaching out hoping to see me. He had once told me where his family lived, which is where I assumed he was now, but in the text he revealed he was actually living not far from us though he said no more about it. After getting over my shock at hearing from him, not just because I didn’t even know if he was still in a hospital but also because he’d got in touch right when I was re-living my own departure from the army, I replied to say I would love to catch up. I didn’t even get home before he sent another message, and he seemed so eager that I agreed to meet him the next day at a pub in town once I was done at the gym. When I arrived at the pub, I could see him sitting at a table outside with a nearly full pint of beer on the table. It was a bit chilly, but the pack of Marlboro Gold on the table told me why he was on his own outside rather than sitting indoors. His tight jacket made it obvious how ripped he now was, where he’d just had a fairly normal body when I’d known him. “Woah” he said, looking up at me as I approached his table. “Fuck me man, look at you!” From hurrying to get showered and changed at the gym, to the heating on the bus being set to Furnace Mode, I was a little overheated so had stuffed my long-sleeved T-shirt and hoodie in my gym bag and was just wearing a tight white T-shirt. My huge chain and bracelets were on full display, as were the tattoos on my arms, and I may have deliberately chosen to wear the tracksuit bottoms that left little to the imagination when it came to my thigh muscles, buttocks and crotch. “Hey Marcus” I said, choosing to use his first name rather than his surname or nickname like I would have done back in the barracks. “Fucking hell Ballard” he said, looking me up and down. “Bret” I said, causing him to look up at my face for a bit before nodding. “Bret” he said. “Wow, it’s good to see you.” “You too mate” I said. “Let me go get a drink.” I went to the bar and got a pint, ordering some chicken wings and chips as well to be brought out later, and then went back outside. I sat down at the table, got out my cigs and lit one, then relaxed into the chair and looked at Marcus. “Those chains are fucking mental” he said. “You like?” I asked, with a grin. “Yeah” he said. “They suit you.” We got to talking, initially about me and what I was up to these days. He knew about my discharge, so I just told him about a partial version of my life now. The gym, a hunky policeman boyfriend called Justin, and being happy. I left out Luke and my brothers, the pozzing, and the fact that I probably still had the remnants of several loads I had taken in the storeroom that day clogging up my hole. Parts of the biohazards on my biceps were visible if he understood what they meant, and the rest could wait until later. I was of course eager to hear about his own life, but recognised he needed time to get to that. But he did start talking eventually once we were on our third round of beers. He admitted to having attempted suicide, and that he was humiliated about it and for a few weeks after was angry that it had failed. He said only a bit about life in the hospital, noting it was where he had started working out like crazy as a way of getting the anger out of his system. Through a lot of therapy he had come to accept his sexuality, and realise that his father was an extremely toxic influence on his life. The two attempts at counselling sessions with his father had ended with the older man storming out in a rage, and that it was his mother’s older brother Kevin who had come to his rescue. The man was himself gay, and while he no longer saw the wider family regularly as a result of Marcus’s father’s rampant homophobia, Marcus’s mother had reached out to him for help. Marcus was eventually discharged to his care, putting him in a safe and supportive environment over a hundred miles away from his father, and that is where he was still living. Kevin and his husband Leo were his unofficial mentors, helping him to find a new path in life. He was now working as a security officer at an office building, and taking evening classes to get some A-levels so he could think about having an actual career of some kind. “Lately I’ve just been thinking about you a lot though” he said. “I don’t mean in that way, just that we were close and then for you I must have just disappeared.” “Yeah, you did” I said, “but when I found out about some of what happened, I got it.” “I’m sorry” he said. “I guess I just wanted to look you up, let you know I was actually OK, but also see how you were after everything that went down.” “I’m happy” I said. “And yeah, it’s good to finally know what happened to you. I’m glad you’re in a better place.” We continued chatting, with him admitting he had only had a handful of encounters with men and none of them had been particularly enjoyable. For some reason, possibly related to how many drinks I’d had, I decided to reveal more about my love and sex life, and he sat with an open mouth as I told him about Luke, the twins, the builders, the storeroom, the films, and my status. But I knew it was fine, when he moved one of his hands down into his lap and then did not do a very good job of hiding that he was touching his balls and hardened cock. That was as far as it went that night as an alarm went off on his phone that told him he needed to leave to get the last train home, but he texted while on board and again the next day saying how great it was to see me. I threw caution to the wind after that morning text to see if he wanted to meet up the next weekend on the estate, and he eventually replied to say that sounded good. I had the flat to myself, as Luke was on his normal evening duty at the bar, Justin was on a late patrol shift, and the twins had gone off with their builder boyfriends to all be gangbanged for Grant’s latest film. I got in some food and drinks, and then cranked up the heating a bit so it would be warm enough for me to just be topless and wearing only my tight running shorts indoors. We never got round to eating the food, as the sight of my tattooed body, big chains and bulging shorts had an immediate effect on Marcus. A few shots of rum loosened him up, and when I fetched some of the still pretty huge chains the twins had stopped wearing in favour of bigger pieces they’d bought themselves, putting Marcus in those for a joke only got him hornier. Realising he was intrigued, I let him touch the various biohazards inked on my skin until he admitted that he had been reading chasing forums for a while since finding out Kevin and Leo were both undetectable. He had not been able to stop thinking about me and my brothers, and had found and joined Grant’s website so he could watch the films. “So what do you want to do?” I asked, when he was back touching one of my biceps and our faces were close together. “Fuck me” he whispered. “I want you to fuck me.” “You sure?” I asked. “Yes” he said. “I need you inside me again.” He had known what might be happening, so was already loosened from the plug he’d worn on the train and only removed in the toilets at the Dragon after quickly stopping in for a few shots of whisky for courage before he came over. I still gave him the full foreplay treatment so that he was begging for it, and then slowly slipped my full length into him. Where he had been unsure and anxious whenever I’d fucked him on the base, now he was just eager and needy. His ripped body writhed and sweated as I reamed him out, and it took no time at all for me to drop the first load in him while he had a hands-free orgasm of his own all over the bed. I was prepared for a regretful, panicked freak-out to follow, but all I got was a fellow ex-soldier dying to be fucked again. The second fuck was missionary, the third had him riding me while I lay on my back, and the fourth was in the shower with him bent over against the tiles. By that point I was mindful that Justin and Luke would be arriving home soon, but Marcus seemed not to care as he was completely letting himself go for the first time in years. They arrived home together while I was bouncing up and down on Marcus on one of the sofas, letting his cock have a bit of a workout for the first time that night. My two lovers knew to expect him to still be there, and after doing quick introductions we recognised that any proper social stuff would have to wait for the breakfast table. Over the course of the next few hours, every dick went in every hole, and my former battalion mate was filled to the brim with poz loads.

I don't think you behaved badly in particular. You told him your intention in advance and he didn't mention any reservation. What happens in the heat of the moment is just that, and once you are in the throes of orgasm it's not only unreasonable but literally impossible for you to stop. Besides, it already happened and no harm was done (apart from maybe to the cub's tender illusions). If you feel like it's an ethical issue you want to consider for future fucks, I'd suggest simply changing the wording of your exclamation slightly: "I'm cumming!", in the present tense. Accurate, to the point, and uncontestable as it's happening already.

I don't suck off a lot of Cocks - but if I do, I'd rather only the cockhead be in my mouth. That way, nothing important gets wasted. Some guys just can't aim very well .....

Ok so it’s been a while since I’ve posted but I had an overnight job down in Springfield Missouri and that town is so freaking dry and over saturated with bottoms it’s in real. So I spent literally all day working and simultaneously trying to find BBC. I thought I had a couple lunges up for that night in the hotel but the all seemed to fall through and I was about to give up on sniffies when this skinny black dude hit me up. We chatted and he was on prep and he had some poppers and he had a week load saved up.he said he was a grower and not a shower and I thought about passing and just going to bed because the guys in the next room work with me and I had to be up at 6 and it was like 1:30 in the morning but he insisted it would be fun so i told him what hotel i was at and what floor and I told him to message me when he got to the floor. So he did and I told him what room. He shows up and he is tall and handsome and skinny. He is wearing flip flops and shorts and a tank top. He had to take off his gold chain. I get naked and he wants to suck my cock. I have an ok piece 7.5 cut and thick in the middle. He had a maybe 5” but it was hard and I jacked him while he sucked me. I got on all fours and he ate my ass while I hit his poppers. He lined up his cock and slid it across my hole a few times and he said “dam you got me pre cumming” and I look back and there is a string of pre cum trailing up to his cock. So he slides back and forth a few times and pushes it in and says “ your right as fuck” then he pulls out and eats my ass some more. And I’m hitting the opppers hard trying to get a good rush but it just wasn’t happening and he said he wants to suck my cock again and so I flip over and his cock is rubbing against my leg and his cock is leaking cum. Finally he pushing my legs back and slides in my ass and he keeps saying how tight and how hot I am and I beg him for his load. He finally gives it to me and I could feel it. He pulled out and grabbed his phone and took a couple pics of my hole and said he would send them to me but he never did. So I go wipe and sit on the edge of the bed and we chatted a bit and he left. So I decide I’m going to jack off. And it hits me so I grab the towel and throw it down in front of the mirror and push out the biggest fucking load I have ever seen. It was like 3 big pushes and it streamed from my hole to the towel. I reached back I aside and grabbed a hand full and used his cum to jack off and shot my load into the towel and went to bed. Woke up in the morning and went to the bathroom and pushed out a gob more.

Chapter 5: The Price of Priority Helixion Genetics- East Hallway, Building 3, Floor 3; REDACTED LOCATION 21:20 MST 30-Oct-20XX “Barlow! Respond, private! That's an order!” Gravestone’s voice boomed over the radio. Only silence followed as the private failed to answer the repeated requests. Gravestone’s eyes showed irritation and simultaneous concern as he waited for the familiar static and his comrade’s voice. “That’s not like him,” Lockjaw interjected, a hint of disbelief in his voice. “He wouldn’t go AWOL on us.” “What makes you so sure?” Patch asked. “He just wouldn’t!” Lockjaw exclaimed. “There must be some interference from the structure.” Stag clicked his tongue loudly. “The pipsqueak shouldn’t have run off in the first place.” The others turned to look at him, some with silent, accusatory eyes. Elais took a single step forward. “Stag’s right, he really should have waited for us, or at least some backup. The survivor wasn’t going to give us any useful intel, and we’ll probably find him just around the corner.” Stag snickered. “Yeah, or inside in a stall in the lavatory with a lighter and a spoon. Who knows what the hell drugs he was on?” Gravestone’s lips twisted to one side. He had enough of Stag’s smart mouth and dismissive comments. “Let’s not forget why we’re here.” He paused and finally said, “I agree with Lockjaw. It’s not normal. Patch, Pixel, go find him and find out what happened. If we have problems with the comm inside the facility, this mission will be a lot harder.” “Make sure to stay alert. We have no idea what that sound was, so keep on high alert,” Elias added. “Ten-four,” Patch’s voice came over the radio. “Zero, go with them and provide backup,” Gravestone ordered. “If anyone finds the survivor, tranq his ass, and don’t let him get away this time.” “Yessir,” Pixel answered cheerfully. Patch and Pixel looked at one another with obvious but silent concern. Pixel left the workstation while the download to the flash drive continued. —-------------- A speedily-moving car. Location unknown. 21:23 MST. 30-Oct-20XX The elderly man in the back of the car closed the unmarked folder gently, and set it down in his lap. Leaning back on the headrest, he closed his eyes, and exhaled gently. He swiftly ran his liver-spotted hand across his bald head in a backward direction, and tried to moisten his lips with his tongue. General Anton Krell had been called in at the insistence of DARPA, but their request was something out of the ordinary. Nine men forming the Black Sigma team had been despatched to the Helixion Genetics Labs to mount a rescue mission for the scientists, or so they had been told. But Anton knew differently: those men were lambs for the slaughter. What he had read in the dossier, and what Black Sigma had been told, were two different things. In reality, the men were expected to find the scientific data for a top secret military project (as they surely would find), but returning alive and unscathed wasn’t accounted for. The project was to create super-soldiers, and Black Sigma would provide the guinea pigs. The first test subjects. However, if the men survived the ordeal… well, the ‘Powers That Be’ didn’t account for that particular outcome. It would be classified a mission failure, even if Black Sigma considered it successful themselves. It wasn’t the first time Anton had been involved in such a deceptive experiment. After a bioweapons experiment in East Germany, he had the unhappy duty of damage control, and many ethics guidelines were violated to do so. But it had been in vain - a leak in his tightly-constructed plan created a situation where the news got out. Paragraphs got into all the papers, and Anton was discharged from service as a public show of enforced ethics protocols. The General took an early retirement with a hefty severance pay, which was most certainly a bribe to keep quiet about what really went on in Berlin. Now he was whizzing away in the back of a dark-windowed vehicle to the site of Helixion Genetics to deal with a similar situation. His previous experience in military cover-ups, despite the fallout from his German experience, made his reinstatement an inspired choice. DARPA thus brought him out of retirement with a substantial bribe to superintend this mission. Anton did not see their true intent - if the program failed, or if scandal should follow, they could point the finger at Anton and keep their hands clean. And the General was aged enough that they could call his faculties into question if they needed a scapegoat again, and no one would doubt that he was a little past it. This won’t be like Berlin, he assured himself. Helixion, at least, is better prepared. The thought irritated him, and he wished the car had been equipped with a bottle of bourbon or something to ease his nerves. “Driver, can this thing go any faster?” he demanded from the cushy black leather seat. “ETA 12 minutes, General,” came the driver’s kind reply. “Good. Thank you. See if we can’t do it in ten.” It will be a shame to waste all those good soldiers, he thought. It's a little premature to launch the super-soldier initiative. But the data is too valuable to lose. Then we can sell it to the highest bidder, and make a fortune. One must break a few eggs sometimes. —----------------- Helixion Genetics- East Hallway, Building 3, Floor 1; REDACTED LOCATION 21:25 MST 30-Oct-20XX Patch and Pixel reached the bottom of the stairwell with Zero hanging back between the first and second floor. No sign of Sticks was to be found anywhere, no sound at all. “I still say he went up, not down,” Pixel said with irritation. “It was 50-50,” Patch answered. “We’ll look down here first, and work our way back up. Zero, what’s your 20?” “Clear.” It was then that Patch noticed the glass double doors, and an umbrella curiously discarded in the middle of the hall. Its metal bent slightly to one angle, and the glass doors wide open. He picked it up and inspected it. “Looks like someone left in a hurry,” he said coolly. With the umbrella in one hand, he examined the door with the other. “There are scratches in the frame here. Looks like … maybe someone tried to… I don’t know, lock the doors with this?” Pixel came closer, and nodded his head slightly. “Whatever it was, it didn’t work,” Pixel said after a moment. “But there’s no other sign of struggle here. And the doors are wide open. Sticks probably didn’t come this way, like I said.” Next, Patch observed a small amount of liquid on the glass. Droplets had run down a little ways, then abruptly ended. A memory crossed Patch’s mind before it was instantly gone, his attention quickly going back to the task at hand. Meanwhile, Pixel had spotted a janitor’s closet. The door was ajar. Pixel raised his flashlight, and peered inside. Nothing to be seen here, he thought. Some of the cleaning supplies were in disarray, and a mop had fallen over. Then he spied a puddle on the floor. The room smelled of chemicals and solvents, and something that Pixel couldn’t identify. Someone had been in here very recently, and they were badly in need of a shower. Considering the environment, this was not deemed notable, and Pixel left the closet. He could still smell this odd mixture in the hallway, and wondered briefly if it was him who needed a bath. Patch looked down the hallway beyond the glass doors, shining his light in every corner he could. The air had a different smell down here, and reminded Patch of unwashed socks and underwear, the scent stinging his nose and giving him a headache. He had seen it in the field when he treated a soldier who hadn’t changed their undergarments in a month. The smell was so rank that he was never able to forget it. He was smelling a watered-down version of it right in that hallway. “Pix, do you smell that?” Pixel came to the doors, sniffing for whatever Patch had discovered. He waved his hand before his face. “Whew, like my grandpa’s feet,” he said, wincing. “Well, how long has it been since our survivor fella had a shower? Maybe he went this way?” They silently weighed their options. Activating his earpiece, Patch spoke into it. “Zero, we’re going down this hall with the glass double doors.” “Roger,” came the reply. Zero descended the stairs to the bottom, and began to follow them at a distance, always remaining in the shadows while Patch and Pixel carefully moved through the long hallway. —--------- Helixion Genetics, exterior. REDACTED LOCATION. 21:35 MST. 30-Oct-20XX The car moved into the parking lot, and came to a stop. A few seconds later, the driver popped out of the car, moved around to the opposite side, and opened the rear passenger door. Out stepped the General. Grateful to be on the scene at last, Anton rebuttoned his Brooks Brothers suit, shook out his arthritic left leg, and brushed away some lint that he really couldn’t see. After a deep inhalation, the driver shut the door behind him. Anton looked at his surroundings. The sun was gone for the day, and the last vestiges of daylight were fading. The vans that carried Black Sigma to the site sat parked a short ways away. Anton turned to his right, and could just barely see the building where the team ought to be right now. By now, he thought, they should be fairly entrenched with it. Good. He and his driver walked up to the conference building, the driver always a couple silent steps behind him as a sign of respect. It was the General who insisted on being accompanied everywhere by his driver/bodyguard in case he needed a swift exit. Or a human shield. So far, the former had proved far more useful than the latter. They entered the lobby of the building, and briskly walked to the elevator. The driver pressed the ‘up’ button, and the doors instantly opened. They stepped inside the elevator, the driver pressed the ‘4’ button, and the doors shut quietly with a soft WHOOSH. The infernal machine swiftly moved them upward. This mission would serve as a small test of loyalty for the driver, and after clearing his throat, Anton began to speak. “Is it understood that, whatever you hear or see here tonight, you will not repeat a word of it to anybody.” It was more a statement than a question. “Yes, General,” the driver replied. “See that you don't. We will have no leaks this time.” The elevator dinged as it reached the fourth floor. They stepped on to the shiny lacquered floor, and after a few steps, they reached a security room, now turned into a temporary base of operations. Anton was greeted by the sight of a top-of-the-line security monitor, a laptop computer, and a comm system. The room was tastefully decorated, designed for comfort, and Anton was pleased. He spotted a bottle of expensive imported Scotch whisky on a low table to his right. Without being asked to do so, the driver instantly went to it, and poured two fingers of the brown liquid into a short glass. “Ice, General?” “No, thank you, Jeames.” Anton sat in the tall leather chair, and accepted the beverage from the driver. After a light sip, he placed it on the ornate table, picked up the comm, and said to no one in particular, “Let’s see where they’re at.” —--------- Helixion Genetics, East Hallway, Building 3, Ground Floor Lobby. REDACTED LOCATION. 21:40 MST. 30-OCT-20XX “Men, gather round.” Gravestone stood in the center of the room and his remaining team came in close around him. “General Anton has just arrived,” Gravestone informed them. “I served under him in Berlin, and he's been brought out of retirement for overseeing our mission.” “So we get our hands dirty and do all the grunt work while he sits in a cushy office across campus?” Stag asked. Gravestone let out an irritated sigh. “Yes, that's why we are here, and he is not.” Elias suddenly got a bad feeling he couldn't explain. “Why does he need to be on site with us?” he queried. “Can't we handle a rescue and retrieval on our own?” Gravestone shrugged. “DARPA asked him, and I don't know their reasons. But it's not up to us to question. He'll reveal his purpose when he is ready to. I’m not fond of the man, but he is an excellent strategist and was well-respected.” Lockjaw and Reaper exchanged glances, but said nothing. For the briefest of seconds, Lockjaw interpreted Reaper’s look to mean, I know what you are. He quickly looked away, and Elias read his comrade's reaction as nervousness. A voice like gravel and bourbon suddenly came over their radios. “Commander, this is General Anton Krell. Give me a status update.” “Good to see they pulled you out of retirement, General. This is Commander Nathan Briggs. We entered the facility at 2100 hours. One survivor found so far, but no bodies have been located. My team is working on the hard drives and getting them prepped for extraction.” “Good work, soldier.” Gravestone wanted to say more, but didn’t think it appropriate to tell the General that Sticks was MIA, especially without any real facts other than going incommunicando. “Any other updates on the mission?” Gravestone hesitated before resuming. With a sideways look at Reaper, he began, “Private Barlow is missing. The man we found was delirious, possibly intoxicated, and ran off on his own. Barlow went in pursuit, and we’ve been unable to establish contact since. We think he may have hit a dead zone in the building. I've sent three others to —” “That won't be necessary,” Anton interrupted. “The mission comes first.” The General's curt reply elicited looks of surprise on the team's faces. Gravestone paused, and then answered, “Sir? We don't leave men behind.” “I gave you an order, Commander Briggs. The mission takes priority. Do I need to remind you who is in charge here?” Anton hotly answered. “Give me access to the security system and footage, and I'll find your men.” “Sir,” Gravestone said with trepidation, “the tech guys who can handle that are searching for Barlow right now. I can't personally do anything from my end.” “Defying me?” Anton asked in a warning tone. “No, sir. But I don't have the skill to get you what you need. That's Corporal Yun’s department, and Private Barlow’s. Yun is on the team I sent to find Barlow. There’s likely a security room with feeds, but we haven’t located it yet.” Gravestone was grateful he couldn't see General Anton, likely scowling from the office right now. An uncomfortable silence followed. Then Lockjaw suddenly activated his earpiece. “General? Major Adrian Reese here. We must locate Sti – er, Barlow! He’s an important part of the team. If he can’t get us out, we’re basically trapped in here while the lockdown is in effect.” Gravestone gave Lockjaw a reproving look during the speech for the impassioned interruption, but made no move against him. “Please, sir. It’s imperative we find him. And we can’t bring you any data if we’re still inside.” Elias raised an eyebrow as he observed Lockjaw. He wants his boy back. As we all do. This has got to be killing him right now. The radio crackled again after a pause. “Unacceptable, Briggs. Continue the mission, but don't bother looking for Barlow. I will have him court-martialed for abandoning the mission, and you too, if you disobey my orders. And anyone else who disagrees with them!” Anton sternly thundered. “This research is worth more than your lives or personal feelings.” “Wow. What. An. Asshole,” Tex whispered. “Sir, this is Commander Kade. If we don’t find Barlow, it’s unlikely we’ll be able to get you the data you need.” Elias hoped to appease the General and provide a little relief for Lockjaw as well. “If you find him, that’s well and good, but it’s not a priority,” Anton continued. “I want those cameras on, and I want that data. Then I will work on extraction. Until then, I will hear no more requests to look for him. Understood, Commander? Major?” The men were in disbelief, except for Stag, who found interest in a ficus in one corner of the lobby. “Who does he think he is?” Lockjaw said in an appalled voice. “I heard he was a hard-ass, but…” Gravestone begrudgingly pressed his comm button. “Any other orders for us…, General?” Gravestone gritted the last part, having more than a little trouble hiding his disdain for the man. “That will be all. Dismissed.” Stag was the first to speak. “We should follow the General’s word. What matters is the intel. I just want to go home, and forget this fetch quest. Besides, fuck Sticks and his lack of work ethic.” Lockjaw glared at him silently while Elias shot him a similar dirty look. This could get ugly, Elias thought. “Major, a word in private?” Elias gestured lightly toward his shaken comrade. Lockjaw blinked twice, inhaled sharply, and the two of them went around the nearest corner, out of sight of the others. Before Elias could even begin, Lockjaw was already frantic but kept his voice low. “Reaper, we gotta go now. I have a bad feeling. We can’t leave him.” Elias looked back at the other men, then turned back to Lockjaw. “I agree, and we won’t.” “Then why are we wasting time arguing?” Lockjaw hissed. “We’re not arguing. Stag is arguing, but he’s not in charge. Gravestone and I are,” Elias answered sympathetically. He lightly reached his arm out to Lockjaw, and held his hand on the panicked soldier’s left bicep. “I’m with you. And I know, he’s important to you.” Lockjaw’s eyes widened slightly as he took in the multiple meanings of the statement. “I don’t know what you’re talking about. I just want to make sure he’s okay, he’s part of the team. How…” Elias did not release his gentle grip, and repeated, “Look… I know. Adrian. I saw you both yesterday at the hotel.” He looked into his eyes, never blinking, and smiled gently. “I know,” he repeated quietly. Lockjaw silently sucked in a breath, half-relieved but also terrified that he had been observed, and his mind scrambled to save some dignity. He was nearly outed in his first week in basic, and this current exchange with his superior felt exactly like that. Just like last time, he chose panic and lies. “Shit…. Shit shit shit… he even said he thought he heard someone come in… I told him to stop j-joking like that… Kade, man, it’s nothing, i-i-it just a one time thing,” Lockjaw said, stammering slightly as he spoke, working his jaw side to side anxiously. “W-w-w-we were both drunk, and umm… um..” “We both know you don’t drink because it fucks with your jaw. And Barlow tips over at a single can of beer. Don’t worry, I won’t tell the others. It’s not my business to share. Not until you do.” He gave a slight smile, and squeezed his arm gently, then released it. “I’m here if you need someone to talk to about it, and I think you’ll find more allies in the team than you think. Anyways, let’s just focus on finding him and getting out of here.” Lockjaw instantly understood - his secret had been discovered, but Elias was trustworthy. His frequent rolls in the hay with Sticks would not become public knowledge. He breathed a quiet sigh of relief through his nostrils, but still didn’t feel better about the situation. “He’ll be fine,” Elias reassured him. “And so will you.” Lockjaw nodded once. “You don’t have to put up with any shit from Stag. Let him be mine and the Commander’s problem, okay?” Nodding, Lockjaw silently followed as Reaper led them back into the group. They rejoined the team around the corner. “Commander, the General is wrong. We will find survivors, we will get the intel if we can, AND Sticks, and then get the hell out of dodge. No amount of information or money is worth their loss,” Tex said, pointing at the glass doors of the lobby, separating them from freedom. The other men nodded in agreement, except for Stag. “You all are fucking stupid. I’m with the General,” Stag said, to the surprise of his comrades. “He’s above the Commander here guys. And personally, I’d like to keep my job. Fuck Sticks. If he wants to go adventuring and poking around in shit and not answer his comms, leave him. He clearly doesn’t want to be here.” “Shut your goddamn mouth,” Lockjaw ordered, to the surprise of everyone but Reaper and Gravestone. “I am so sick of your holier-than-thou bullshit. You don’t have any right to decide that, especially after what you did in Berlin last year, you vulgar piece of shit. Sticks is one of us. We don’t leave men behind, no matter how we personally feel about them. If you fell in battle, and Sticks could save you, would you rather bleed out and die because of your fucked-up pride?” Stag didn’t answer, but suddenly took an interest in the pattern on a marble wall. “All right, everyone, shut up!” Elias said, finally getting fed up and raising his voice. “The General isn’t here in the situation, and if you want to blame anyone when this is over and done, they just say it was an order. Shit rolls downhill, and I think I speak for the commander and myself when I say we can take the heat. Do I make myself clear, Lieutenant?” Gravestone joined in with hostility, “If you can’t follow orders, then go sit in a cozy office with the General. I don’t need his input or yours, Lieutenant Mercer. I’m responsible for getting everyone out at the end of the day, not some retired General. Am I crystal clear?” A moment of awkward silence followed as the others tried not to fidget. “If we have the intel, then we completed our mission, right?” Tex asked, trying to get back on course and dispel the tension. The others nodded in silent assent. The weight of the mission began to settle on them. Gravestone said, “All right, boys, you heard ‘im. Let's do it. Stag, not that it matters, but you’re outvoted. First thing first, we find our guys. Pixel was working on the data drives back upstairs, so let's go there, and get the data. We'll begin our search there. If General Krell wants to give us hell for it, he can do it on his own damn time.”

This is me, but I just now came from breeding a dude with a huge belly. I like the feeling of climbing on top of him. I like wrapping my arms all around his mass, and using the leverage to fuck him deeper. I like making him even more pregnant, and thinking of all that room for my boys to swim around looking for a home.

If he didn't want cum in his ass he shouldn't allow unwrapped dick inside. If you allow a horny stranger to stick their dick in your ass, you will get cum by accident or intentionally. Trusting strangers to pull out when they are balls deep is stupid

I love all dicks. I like to suck deep. I can suck dick for hours. Slut Phoenix here

G sensed my panic. My eyes shot wide open, staring right into his. We had been discovered! He didn't seem too concerned, and for a brief moment I wondered how many men he had bedded in this clearing. How many asses had been changed forever in this picturesque place. "What the fuck!?!" Wait, I recognized that voice. Where did I know it from??? And from what direction was it coming? Could they see me? My face? Was I about to be exposed as some pervert in the woods? "Well damn, this is HOT!" Even worse, I realized we had been watched by someone who enjoyed what he saw before him. G broke our extended kiss, and moved up to straddle my stomach. I was pinned under him, my cock smashed against my own groin by his beefy ass crack which now straddled it perfectly. I was rock hard of course, but I had no access to relieve my own throbbing member. "You should take a load off. Or, shoot one off." G said, with a chuckle. I realized he must have known or recognized who it was. And he was inviting them to join in. "Don't mind if I do!" I heard the rustling of clothes being quickly discarded, and I could tell the unknown figure was beginning to straddle the log right behind G. Gerry leaned forward and I realized he was preparing to take a cock up his own ass! No wonder he was so far gone, with his filthy strain! He was just taking cock and cum from anyone who happened to stumble across. I became immediately aware of the cum leaking from my hole and realized it was even MORE noxious a brew than I had initially feared. And yet, I had misread the situation a bit. I felt a hand pull my hard cock free from under G, his forward lean having exposed most of it. The hand stroked it a few times, and then let it fall forward--my helmet lodged right at the opening to G's ass. My cock head was still slick with my own cum, and the hand held it steady as G leaded backward ever so slightly. The stranger pulled his hand down, retracting my foreskin as G's ass lips parted and accepted my cummy, sensitive pink head. I felt his ass lips close around the ridge where my head met my shaft, and then he stopped. The stranger released my cock, and reached down for my legs and began pulling them up. As he raised them, my cock began sliding into G's ass as my pelvis rose. I felt my hole rise and expose itself to the unknown quantity behind G, and I realized that this person was going to fuck ME, as I fucked G. A cock head pushed forward into my ass, past my swollen ass lips and through an opening that still hadn't quite fully closed. No lube was needed, and the stranger placed about 3 inches in me before stopping and shuffling himself forward. Each movement of his body pushed more of his cock into me. It wasn't quite as thick as G's, but it seemed to push through my second ring just as he bottomed out. Quickly the cock began to develop and in-and-out rhythm, sliding effortlessly on a blanket of foul seed that coated and continued to leak from my hole. The cock was hard as a pipe, and I could tell from the raspy breathing that this person wouldn't last long. The constant thrusting and withdrawing had created a rhythm of movement for my own dick, as it slid in and out of G. G, of course, was rocking himself forward and backward to meet the thrusts the stranger was creating. I knew I wouldn't last long myself, and I felt my balls begin to pull up just as the stranger's did as well. We exploded in unison, his cock lodged deep in my hole, G's ass clamped on mine. I fought not to black out from the intensity of the sensations, my ass throbbing on a random cock that was exploding in my ass at the same time my own ejaculate rocketed into G. The sensation was intense, and I felt a burning deep inside me as the cum roared forth from my piss slit into G's ass. I was partially successful, as I remained conscious but found myself unable to process the sounds and sights around me for a moment. As I came around that minute or two later, the cock in my ass had resumed its rhythm and my own had softened to the point where I was falling out of G, spent. G looked into my eyes and smiled, and slowly pulled forward and allowed my cock head to fall down onto my stomach with a wet plop. I looked down and saw a blob of white cum land on the underside of my cock head; it had leaked from G's hole--I had cum a ton. He slowly began to dismount me, sliding off the log to my right. And as he drifted to my side, I realized the stranger holding my legs, and deep-dicking my ass... was Dirk. It all made sense now. If G knew Dirk, then Dirk must be poz as well! He wasn't thin, he was wasted from disease. Those purple blotches all over his body must have been lesions, and I assumed he was just as toxic as I now knew G was. And then I remembered those same lesions had been present on Ryan and Drew, who Dirk was friends with. I began to realize that likely every load I had taken over the last week or so was quite likely toxic cum. G confirmed it. "This is an old friend of mine, his name is..." "Dirk." I managed to croak out. G looked at me puzzled, then looked at Dirk who met his gaze and smiled. G realized we knew each other, and there was likely only one way that could have been. "Wait, so you know Dirk? When did you two meet?" "Last night," Dirk coo'ed. "Oh my god this ass is as good as I remember it, though a good bit looser. How long were you in it, G?" "Three loads long," he responded. "And he knows now." "Oh good, I tried not to spill the beans, wasn't sure if he was just another slut I'd never see again last night. Didn't want him runnin' to the doc!" "Oh I tagged him last weekend, so he's well past that out." "FUUUUCCCKKKK..." and with that I felt Dirk slam and twich as he unloaded a second time in my ass. "God, I love shooting my cum inside a neg bottom. IS he neg?" G chuckled and looked at me. "I think he WAS neg." "I was..." I heard myself say, almost ruefully. "Well, if you've been taking G's loads, you definitely won't be. And mine won't help you at all," Dirk said with an evil smile as he continued to twitch inside my hole. "You look a bit rough, just like last night, so I'm guessing there's a good chance you're already converting. G's seed is pretty powerful, and it never takes long." My head tilted toward G, and I felt a tear escape on that side of my face. He stepped forward and wiped it away as he knelt down and planted his lips on mine for a moment. "Oh my, G, have you actually fallen for one???" My lips were freed, and as G stared into my eyes I heard him reply. "Yeah, I think I found a keeper. But it has to be a two-way feeling." My eyes were locked on his, and I didn't know how to respond. Dirk was still lodged in my ass, and I felt his dick twitch again. I felt the blood flow begin to return to my own cock. "I..... don't know. This is all happening so fast. I'm... not even sure how all this happened." "Well, I know it's been a lot to take in," said G, "and I would like it if we could talk about it, unless you already know you have no further interest." Dirk was gently rocking back and forth just a bit, his cock slightly softened but still buried in my ass. My own cock twitched a bit. "Oh, I'm not sure he's disinterested..." Dirk said with a smirk. He reached forward and took my hardening cock into his hand. His cock was sliding in and out, hardening itself in anticipation of a third chance to cum inside me. "Maybe I should leave you two to it. A lot to discuss I'm sure. Just give me a minute here..." He went into overdrive, clearly motivated to dump and go. His cock was thick enough and long enough I could feel it really punching through my second ring in a rapid staccato. The determination was evident on his face, and as used and worn as my ass and first hole were, my second hole was crying out. I must have had a pained expression on my face because G leaned in and took my hand. "It's okay, he'll be done soon," he promised. "Dirk's third load comes fast." And cum it did. In just a matter of minutes gone by, Dirk slammed deep and hard and I felt a warmth spread deeper into my bowels than it had before. I knew new recesses of my colon were being exposed to the foulest of seed in that moment. As with each load before it today I offered no resistance, simply taking it into me. He twitched for a couple of minutes, then withdrew. His cock was coated in cum, and I noticed it was streaked with pink. Between him and G, my ass had been torn up pretty well, and it was now swimming with virus. G leaned over and swallowed him whole, sucking the cum off his ass in a few passes. Dirk pulled his clothes back on, his wasted body swimming in his tshirt and shorts, and with a quick step into his sandals he was off. G stood and straddled the log, positioning himself right back where he had started. His cock was hard again. He reached down and grabbed my legs and pushed them slowly to my chest. I instinctively took hold of them and held myself in position, as he reached down and, pulling his foreskin back, hilted himself balls deep in one thrust. "So, I should probably start..."

G straddled the log below me, and gently moved forward until his cock was resting on my own and my balls were smashed against his. Our legs were touching on either side of the log, but only for a moment. He reached down and pulled them up and past him, swinging them up until he was able to press them against my chest. As my ass rose from the movement of my legs, his cock slid down my crack and as I took hold of my legs, G released his hands and in one smooth motion reached down and positioned his cock head right at my opening. He stroked his cock downward, pulling his head completely out of his foreskin and in one fell stroke he hilted himself completely in my ass. I cried out, but realized that after last night's pounding, all the cum that must still be inside me, and the fact that I didn't feel a ton of pain, I realized my audible shout had been more from the surprise of his entry. "Oh! Oh! Oh! Oh!" Wait, that was me! He had only paused for a moment once he had hilted himself, and then had just begun to relentlessly pound my ass. I was being fucked hard, laying on a downed tree, in the middle of the woods. So much for that promise I had made myself the night before of being a little more composed in my sexual escapades! It had only been a few minutes but I felt G begin to thicken and his balls draw up, and sure enough he soon slammed deep and began to cum. He thrust his pelvis forward, driving his weapon deep into my ass as ribbons of cum joined the lake of semen still in there from Ryan, Drew, and Dirk. At the same time, he arched his upper body backward, his chest thrusting upward as his head fell back. And in that moment, as the fur on his chest parted a bit, I realized the tattoo across his body spelled P-O-Z, with the O in the middle replaced by a biohazard symbol. My ass clamped down, and without touching my cock, my cum began spraying everywhere. Oh my god, I was being fucked by someone who was most likely HIV-positive. How could I have been so stupid??? My cock continued to spurt, and G continued to twitch deep in my ass. As we both came down off our orgasmic highs, his cock still lodged in my ass, my head simply laid on the log staring up at the sky through the trees. I should have ended things there, but as I felt G begin to slowly rock back and forth, thrusting around in my hole, I knew he wasn't done and was fully intending to inseminate me again. And I let him. Slowly he began thrusting more rhythmically, long-dicking my hole as I felt cum oozing around his cock. I was more than sufficiently lubed, even before G had exploded his seed in my ass, but now I was just a sloppy hole for him to plow. I shut my eyes and let him have his way. I couldn't tell exactly, but it was probably a good half-hour before I felt him tense up and his breathing get ragged. And that's when he spoke for the first time since he had kissed me when we initially sat down. "Oh god, oh fuck, I'm going to cum again Reid. I've waited so long for an ass this perfect to claim! Oh fuck, you need to take it. Let me change you! Fucking... take... my... POZ... LOAD!!!" And with that, he exploded in my ass again. And I knew in that moment exactly how my life would change forever. He continued to spasm as deep in my hole as he could and I made no effort to stop him; I simply lay there deflated. He was arched back again, and I stole another look at his chest and the P☣Z tattoo on his chest. I also noticed some purple bruises and suddenly my mind began to connect the dots. G was, and I was almost certain the other guys did as well. Those weren't bruises, they were lesions. I had been spending over a week getting fucked raw by men with HIV, no condoms, and tons of cum. I swallowed, and my throat felt raw and scratchy, and that's when I realized I was mostly likely beginning to feel the effects. I closed my eyes again, and a tear slowly slid down my left cheek. As Gerry leaned forward, his orgasm having subsided, he brushed my tear away. "I suppose you didn't expect the sex to be this hot?" he asked. "No," I managed to rasp out. "I didn't expect... this. I didn't expect.... you.... to be..." I couldn't finish the sentence. "Poz?" he finished. "Yeah, well I figured when you didn't ask any questions last time, you weren't too concerned. And showing up today with that ass totally full of cum, I was so turned on I just knew I needed to finish what I started." "But, I just wanted sex, I didn't want to get any kind of disease," I protested half-heartedly. After all, how serious could I be? I was still laying there, his STILL-hard cock in my ass. "Well, there's not much you can really do now," G noted. "It's been more than a week since I first fucked you, so there's no point going to the doctor. And truthfully, I'm so fucking toxic I doubt it would have worked anyway." Something in the way he said it, it was almost soothing--if not devilishly evil. His dick twitched in my ass, still hard. He began to slowly pull back. "I... I woke up feeling off, does that mean...?" His dick stopped, and began to slide back in. One stroke, then another, then another. "Yes. As high as my viral load has become, a week is almost certainly--most likely--your conversion period. Shhhh, let me make your ass feel good," he said with a short thrust to bottom out in my hole. What was the point in telling him to stop? If my suspicions--and his--were true, I was converting as we spoke. I felt so hot laying there, the sun still finding a way to bake us through the tree covering--or was that a fever? He began a steady rhythm, his thick cock driving deep into me on every thrust. I could hear the sloshing as my ass leaked cum around his cock. My body was limp, my legs held in place by G as he methodically drove his cock in and out of my hole. He had already cum twice, and as it turned out his third load was the perfect excuse to churn the contents of my colon. He seemed in no hurry to get off again, and occasionally would make a hard thrust deep, or just to one side to let me know he was there. My ass was so sloppy there was little to no resistance. I could just feel his foreskin sliding around as his thrusts exposed the tip of his head inside my ass. I could just picture it swimming in sperm, the slit at the tip closed for now, but working its way to a reason to open. It was about 45 minutes in reality until G began to reach a point of ecstasy. I could tell his cock had hardened to a steel pipe and his thrusts became a little more insistent. Sure enough, he hilted himself to the balls and began twitching inside me. My eyes locked on his chest, and I weakly raised my left hand and slowly placed it on the biohazard symbol between his pecs. It was there, just a second, before he released my left leg with his right hand, and took my hand in his and guided it down to where his groin met my ass. He pushed it in between our bodies and I felt the cum squish between my fingers. He moved it around slightly, the cum that had escaped coating my digits, and then he slowly brought my hand up to his mouth and gently began sucking the cum--his and the guys'--off each finger, one at a time. He then placed my hand back on his tattoo, and, looking at me, licked his lips to collect that little bit of cum from my hand that hadn't made it into his mouth. His cock began to soften, but it was so far up my ass and his groin was still against me, so it remained inside. As he lowered my other leg, he placed both his hands on the log on either side of my torso, and leaning forward and down, he gently licked up the cum I had shot all over my upper chest. He leaned forward enough that his now-soft cock slipped out of my hole, and I felt a stream of cum follow it, flowing down my ass crack. His head rose to meet mine, our lips touched, and his tongue invaded my mouth just as his cock had my ass. We laid there--him exploring my mouth, cum flowing from my ass, there on the log until I heard the crackling of branches, and realized we were not alone there in this formerly-private place.

Him: "do you have a rubber?" Me: "No, I can just suck you off" I get his cock really hard & wet. Him: "Damn, I want to fuck your ass" Me: "OK, fuck it. Just pull out when you're gonna cum" few mins later ... Him: "fuck, I'm gonna cum man!" Me: "fuck yea man! dump that big load. Fill that ass up!" His bare cock dumps cum up my hole. Him: "oh damn man, sorry" Me: "No problem. Your dick needed a warm hole." Happens everytime.

“Sit right there boy,” he growled, “I’m going to go change and I’ll come back for you in a minute.” He left me sitting on the bench as he went to another row of lockers, my heart was pounding and my hands were shaking, somewhere in the back of my mind a little alarm bell was going off but I my lust silenced it. I needed him inside of me. My hole twitched at the thought and my cock was straining against my cumy underwear. He came back a few minutes later with a wifebeater t-shirt on and a pair of dark blue sweatpants, that didn’t quite manage to hide his bulging cock. “Follow me boy and I’ll take you home, I’ve got the whole day off and I’m going to take my sweet time wrecking your hole for anyone else.” My legs shook as I stood and I followed him on unsteady legs out of the gym. We left in silence, once on the pavement we turned the opposite direction from my house heading north up the street. He walked fast and I trotted along, trying to keep my ass clenched, not allowing a drop of cum to escape from my hole somehow knowing that would please him. His apartment was only a block away from the gym and he soon ushered me past an uninterested doorman and into an elevator. His apartment was the last one at the end of the hall, and once we were both inside the door he practically slammed it shut behind up. We stood there for a long moment, just far enough apart to not be able to touch one another. He pulled his shirt off over his head, revealing the powerful toned muscles, the pale flesh, the dark red fur, and the jet-black tattoo. My heart pounded even harder feeling as if it would burst right through my rib cage. He smiled at me and having already kicked off his shoes pushed his sweat pants to the ground. Feeling the need to mirror him, I shucked my shirt and pants standing just in my wet assed boxer briefs looking at him in all his glory his obviously erect cock fighting against the tight fabric of his white briefs. “Chuck,” he said. “What?” “My name.” “Oh, Allen.” “How many men have bred you Allen?” “Four, that’s all? Well you are more of a natural pig then I thought if you’ve only been fucked by four guys and already you’re here about to start begging for my cock,” he paused, and took a small step closer to me, “How many loads do you have in you right now?” “Four from this morning, and a few from last night. The couple that I spent the night with bred me quite a few times each,” I said, letting my naughty secrets start to spill out of me. He took another step closer, closing the gap even more, “So you’re hole is well lubed with cum, ready to take my cock.” He rubbed his crotch. “Yes,” I said breathlessly, “I want you to fuck me, I need your cock, I’ve been dreaming of your cock.” “Do you know what this means?” He pointed to his tattoo. I nodded. “What does it mean then?” “It means that you’re POZ.” “That’s right boy, are you ready to take my POZ load.” The little voice in the back of my head screamed, “RUN” a little louder but I answered, “Yes.” “Yes what?” “Yes I’m ready to take your POZ load. I need to feel you unload your POZ cum inside my hole. I need to feel your heat filling my body. I need your cock, please fuck me.” “I told you you would be begging for my cock in a minute,” he smiled wickedly, “Take your shorts off, and then get on your knees.” I pushed my underpants down and kicked them off, falling to my knees in front of him. “Now slowly get my dick out,” I reached out and slowly pulled his briefs down till his cock strung free of the waistband. I had imagined what his cock would look like a lot, especially over the past twenty-four hours but nothing I had imagined was a glorious as the real thing. Thick and heavily veined with a thick mushroom head and a long shaft, it burst from a thicket of dark red pubes, and below which hung a pair of large cum laden balls just begging to be drained. He kicked off his briefs and said, “Well don’t just sit there and look at it get the damn thing in your mouth boy.” I opened wide and swallowed his cock as I was told. My jaw stretched wide I bobbed forward and back his cock head slipping in and out of my throat. Two large hands came to rest on the back of my head, drawing me forward slowly forcing me to keep more and more of his cock in my mouth. “Get it good and slick boy, that and the cum in your hole is all the lube you’re gonna get from me.” My hole twitched and I started bobbing faster wetting his cock with my sit. Eventually he tore his cock from my mouth and pulled me to my feet. He led me to the bedroom and tossed me onto the bed. Grabbing my ankles he forced my knees into my chest, leaving my hole exposed to him. His cock brushed against my well-fucked pucker, warm and hard and teasing. “Look into my eyes boy and don’t look away I wanna see the moment you first feel my POZ cock enter you register in your eyes.” I looked up at him, losing myself in his brilliant green eyes as he rubbed his spit slick cock up and down my furry crack. After just a few moments of teasing I felt the pressure zero in on my hole, becoming a focused coming to bear of strength he started to press his cock head against my hole. My ass offered little resistance and his cock head quickly began to press into my sphincter stretching it open across its bulbous top. Chuck kept his gaze locked with mine as I struggled to keep my eyes from rolling into the back of my head. His cock slid steadily, its way made slick by the large amount of cum that still lined my guts, inside of me. I felt as though I could feel every vein, every lump and contour of his fat cock sliding deeper and deeper into my hole. Finally all eight and a half inched had sunk into me and his ginger pubes rested against my own pale furry cheeks. “You feel that boy? Feel how easily my POZ cock slid into your hole? If you weren’t made for taking loads you would never have been able to take this fat meat so easily.” He flexed his cock inside of me, “You like having my POZ cock inside you boy?” “Yes.” “You want me to fuck you now?” “Yes.” “Breed you?” “Yes” “Yes what?” “I want you to fuck and breed me with your POZ cock.” “As you wish.” He pulled his cock from my hole in the same slow deliberate manor that he had pressed it in, allowing the head to pop out too and then with the same inescapable pressure slid back inside. The veins of his cock tickled and pulled at my hole sending electric wave up my body. I started groaning, begging him to fuck me in earnest. Chuck just smiled and kept slow fucking me for another minute before all of a sudden he slammed the full length of his cock into me with the entire force of his body behind it. I practically screamed. Then it was on, Chuck closed his eyes lost in the pleasure he got from plowing my hole, as he kept his promise of wrecking my hole for anyone else. I had never been fucked like that, I had never felt so connected to someone who was fucking my, I had never wanted someone as much as I wanted him in that moments. The room became hot and the smell of cum and sex filled the air, I felt beads of sweat drip from Chuck’s bucking body onto mine but neither of us cared. The sound of slapping flesh combined with we sloppy squish of my hole was the only sound in the room same my occasional whimper as his cock forced its way past my second sphincter. Chuck was a beast, he hammered away full force at my hole for nearly twenty minutes never missing a beat before he said, “I’m about to change your life kid. I’m going to flood your guts with the first of many POZ loads.” “Yeah give me your POZ load,” I pleaded. “Here it come slut.” Chuck bottomed out in me, the head of his flexing cock bursting past my second sphincter, his load firing deep into my guys. I felt the same heat as before but this time it was like the pleasant burn of whiskey going down your throat. Chuck’s load filled me like I had never been filled before, all of those loads before were somehow less powerful, less fulfilling. Chuck growled as he finished and ground his cock into me, working his load into my hole. “Oh my god,” I panted, “That felt amazing. “Don’t worry boy, there’s plenty more where that came from,” he flexed his still hard cock inside me, “We’ll get a half dozen or so of my loads pumped into your guts and then I’ll see about getting a few other POZ tops over here to make sure it takes.” Slowly, his cock never going down or leaving my hole, he began to fuck me again.

I’m literally obsessed with the idea of getting soaked in piss in a gangbang with black men. It’s so degrading but fuck it makes me so wettttt

than cum inside of you. I love to feel cum all day long. This morning I woke up in a stranger’s bed this morning and my body was still tingling from the fucking i recieved from him last night, craving a depraved morning fuck to kick off the day before I headed home. The guy from last night’s hookup woke up to me stroking his cock, and I was still a bit wet from last night’s session. He didn’t speak, he just grabbed my hips, flipped me onto my stomach, and slamed into my hole making me moan, almost scream in pleasure. His thrusts were brutal, relentless, each one pounding deeper, while my hole clenched around him, making me beg for his cum. My ass jiggles with every slam,is hands bruising my thighs, and I’m moaning like a slut, loving the filthy thrill of being used first thing in the morning. He growls, “You’re my cumdump fuckhole” and I’m lost, my fucking mind at that point spinning with the depravity, craving his load to flood me. He pulled me up by my throat, arching my back, and fucked me harder. His cock was hitting so deep it hurt, but it was the kind of pain that makes my hole quiver & throb causing an intense prostate orgasm he flips me over, He unloaded inside me and filled my hole. As I lay there trembling with his cum dripped out of me. I couldn’t help but feel like a satisfied used whore.

I am always appreciative when these old stories get moved back to the front to read for the first time bc let's be honest, we don't have the time to read everything on here.

Oh my goodness, completely agree with this title lol! I've been engaging in more piss play recently, drinking my own and others far more often and I really love it. Fairly recently, I was in Wolverhampton and my train home was cancelled, had an hour to kill so I wandered around the city centre and the shopping centre. Needed to take a piss so I went to the public toilets in the shopping centre and the smell hit me, I was immediately getting hard! A few guys were at the urinals and I was just hoping one of them would magically turn around and ask me to drink their piss 🤣

Yep, there are more 🙂

Had to pick something up on the other side of town this afternoon. On the way back home stopped at a book store. There were some guys roaming so went in a cabin. A latino construction worker type joined me. Pulled down my shorts and he started sucking my uncut cock. Pulled him up, turned him around and he dropped his shorts and I slid in, he already had a load or more so it felt great. Fucked for a few minutes until I gave him another one. Offered up my ass but he was a bottom, told me to bend over and wait and he came back with someone else who immediately finger fucked me before sliding in his cock. Lots of grunting and some Spanish talk with the first guy and the I got my load. I'm seriously considering learning some Spanish.

Sounds like what Ramrod used to be like .... but those days are apparently long gone now.

I don't really write that often (or ever before, to be specific), so let me know what you guys think. +++ I probably should've been more careful. I've lived with my uncle for a while now, having moved there when my dad was sent off to prison. My mom had died not long after I was born, which left me being sent to the closest relatives I had. Turned out that was my uncle Eric. He was a good guy, but these days, he was pretty busy. The auto shop he worked at had acquired a contract with a major local rental company and handled most of their repairs. Today, like most days, he was off working at the shop, probably late into the evening. I was used to that. What I wasn't used to was having dad back home. When I was a kid a ten year sentence sounded like an eternity. In reality, time passes quickly, and he's been nothing but an absolute dick since he'd gotten out. Eric had tried to get him a job at the shop, but that quickly went south, since dad didn't take kindly to being ordered around. Prison hadn't done him any favors in that department, and my uncle said he was a surly bastard before that. I don't remember too much of him from before, really, but he sure as hell hadn't gotten nicer. Seeing as Eric was gone all day as usual, I guess I'd assumed dad would be out, too. He was supposed to be headed to follow up on a few job opportunities today, and Eric had dropped him off in town in the morning. I had stayed home, as usual, and when the gardener had come around during mid-day, we did our usual thing. Mitch was the first (and only) guy I'd fucked. He'd been my uncle's gardener for years, and given all the work he did around the house, he had a muscular, rugged frame. He was a local guy, about fifteen or so years older than me. There were more days than I could count where I'd spent the afternoon sitting at the window, watching him haul his sweaty shirt off his body to reveal that bearish physique, hairy body dripping with sweat. I was a teenager the first time he caught me trying to get a peek at his dick, and after pleading with him not to tell my uncle Eric, I managed to convince him to let me have a good look. A good look turned into a blow job (which apparently, I was a natural at), and before long, we had a steady routine with him going out, doing the yard work, then coming inside and stripping down, lowing his hairy, beefy body on top of me to fuck my face and throat. Admittedly, that was easier said than done; he had a meaty seven inch cock, and it had taken some getting used to when he'd thrust it down my throat in the throes of a good skullfuck. Of course, it didn't take too long for him to go further south and have a go at my hole. That truly had been an undertaking, but once he was balls deep in me, I couldn't get enough of it. We only got worse then, even getting me to convince my uncle that the yard needed more upkeep. Every time he came over now, he spent more time pounding me than out in the yard. That's what we were up to today, with him up on top of me, groaning with delight. "Jesus, Mason, I can feel your pussy pulling me in," he panted, sweat dripping down from his brow onto my chest. I could feel the entire bed rocking with his thrusts, my body bouncing back and forth with it as well. I kept an ear out for the sound of my uncle's bike pulling up, as that was usually our cue to pack up and get decent, though at this point in the day, I figured there was little chance that would happen. Imagine my surprise, then, when the sensation of Mitch's shaft pumping in and out of me was interrupted by the sound of the door slamming open. Mitch fell off of me in a surprised heap, and behind him was my dad, his face looking bewildered. I wasn't really sure how to react; after all, I was naked, with my hole exposed right then and there. "The FUCK is this, boy?" his voice snarled out, and I could hear Mitch scrambling to his feet, stuttering as he gathered up his clothes. He didn't even take the condom off before pulling his underwear on. For his part, my dad glanced over at him, scoffed a bit, then turned back to me, ignoring the other man in the room while he stared me down. "You got me out looking for jobs when apparently we've a perfectly good whore on our hands right here," he said, and I found myself stammering, not even sure how to respond. Mitch was bright red, his clothes barely hanging on as he bolted out of the door. I could hear the door slam downstairs, my heart racing as dad stood there, leering. "Well? Anything to say?" "D-Dad, I swear, it's not like that," I stammer, and he leers at me, grinning now. "Well, I'm gonna tell you how it's gonna be now," he says, latching the door shut. I made a move to get off the bed, but he quickly shouted, "Stay right as you are, boy. I didn't tell you to get dressed." I froze, my heart hammering away. I could smell the booze on him from here; clearly, he'd gone out and gotten drunk instead of going to get a job as he'd said. He made his way over to the bed, shrugging off his coat as he did. "I'm gonna see about getting in touch with a couple of my buddies to find some men looking for some tight pussy to fuck. You're gonna do what they ask, they're gonna pay me, and that's that. You understand?" "Dad, I --" I started, but the look he gave me was enough to convince me otherwise. I could see his jaw twitch, and I paled, for once wishing my uncle would get home early. Dad seemed satisfied by my silence, then continued. "On that note, it's been too damn long since I got a chance to breed some hole. Given that you're all ready to go, I'm gonna be your first John," he said, then reached down to pull off his shirt. I had avoided him since he'd gotten back, and so I had yet to see what he looked like shirtless. His torso was covered in varous tattoos, some of them there from when I was a kid, but others entirely new. The one that stood out the most was the one right above his groin: a biohazard symbol, much cleaner and newer than the ones around it. I was no fool; I knew exactly what that meant. Apparently, the look on my face said it too, as a predatory grin spread across dad's face once he looked up from taking his jeans off. "Looks like I don't need to explain the next part." Now fully naked, I found myself trying to crawl away from him, his massive form dwarfing mine. I'd inherited his beefy build, sure, but given how much younger I was and the fact that he'd been lifting weights longer than I'd been alive, he was an absolute beast of a bear, barrel-chested with a beefy gut and thick limbs. I felt one hand reach and grab at my leg while the other pinned me down, the weight seeming impossibly huge as I felt him force my leg up to my chest. "It's gonna hurt, boy, but you might as well start getting used to it," he said, roughly folding me up with his weight as his hand slammed down over my lips, muffling my protests. I could feel my heart racing in my chest, the terrible reality of the situation setting in. I struggled, but all I could really do was wriggle around under him, flexing and whimpering helplessly. Meanwhile, I could feel his hairy body rubbing against me, his cock slapping up against my beefy ass. I could feel it pulsing, growing thicker with every second. He rubbed it back and forth down my crack, sighing some as he threw his head back. "Can't wait to hear what the guys say when I tell them I've found a pussy for us to use," he said, and even as I struggled, he moved his hardening shaft back, letting it slide downward until the head was right at the still-open entrance to my hole. There was no warning, no preparation. He didn't even lube it up before pushing forward and sliding into me. Luckily for me, Mitch had lubed up before fucking me, but even then, given how much bigger my dad was, it was impossible not to cry out into his hand, my hole burning. "Holy shit, that's tight," he chuckled, whistling a bit to himself. I could see him grinning even with the tears blurring my vision, and as my hole tightened in protest, he increased the pressure, forcing it deeper and deeper, splitting me in two. I gasped out in agony, his hand only tightening. When that hairy groin finally pressed up against my ass, I felt like he was punching me in the gut with it, my belly aching from the feeling of it pressing in. He held it there for a brief moment, savoring the first hole he'd fucked in months. "See, there you go, relax," he said, chuckling to himself. It still hurt like hell, but indeed, now that he had no more cock to force in me, my body was forced to adjust, slowly relaxing around his thick girth. He pulled back, the burning coming back some, though not nearly as horribly as the pain of him forcing in. Still, it was by no means pleasant as he rammed back and forth into me. my hole losing the bit of relaxation it had attained before. The bed rocked loudly, his hips slapping against mine as he bore down on me from above, his face looming over mine, sneering as he ruthlessly thrusted away. "That's right, slut, you know what's coming to you, you know what this means..." He chuckled to himself, closing his eyes and enjoying my hole. "I've knocked up every bitch I've ever fucked, Mason, and now I'm gonna knock you up, too," he grunted, then panted out in erratic, short bursts, his thrusts growing frenzied and brutal. I could feel my hole get wet, stinging now, and with a snarl, he rammed his cock in deep. I knew he was cumming, and I could do little more than whimper in response. After what felt like a few minutes, he pulled his cock out of me, still panting. My hole ached, though I was glad it was seemingly over with, as his hand left my mouth. I remained limp underneath him, resigned to it now that his load was oozing out of my ass. What was the point? I knew what that tattoo meant, and what was no doubt in store for me next. Even as he rolled over onto the bed beside me, reaching down beside it to fish his phone out of his pants, I remained there, a bit scared to even try getting up without permission. Dad looked through his phone for a bit, then grinned, putting it aside. "Alright, cunt, my friend will be here in a bit... Now, turn around and get on all fours. You're ready for your second dose of daddy's venom..."

Where's all the POZ tops looking to breed a poz bottom? Looking for poz loads preferably toxic ones. 🙂

I've been enjoying this sTory thoroughly since you began it @DevilDawg, and thank you for loading a few chapters at once, allowing us to have a longer time to get aroused by your hot story-line. Loved having Dad be one of the three when all was 'exposed' shall we say, very fun! Please don't feel like you are not getting enough feedback - you are doing a great job and I for one am looking forward to more!

OmFFFFFg, one of my favorite buddies and I can spend hours playing with ass. Sure, we both like to fuck and fist and get fed. But more than anything, I like playing with an ass and in an ass. Lots of fingers opening up and stretching. My toy to use is a speculum. Sure, we both like getting off and busting a nut. But when we are both in the same mindset, it’s just a matter of touching and playing with a butt hole, getting it loose and open, swollen puffy lips.

Chapter 6 The room is eerily quiet as I’m kneeling and pinned to the fuck bench. I try to calm my breathing, feeling anxious that I can’t move, see or say anything. I’m basically trapped in my home, by strangers and there are only a couple here I know and even them I’ve only known for 2 weeks. What the fuck am I doing. I try counting to keep track of time, but every time I start getting worked up, I take a deep breath and find myself getting a poppers rush and I lose track. I’m unable to move other than to slightly shift my weight from one knee to the other. It’s been a while now but couldn’t tell you if it’s been 30 minutes or 4 hours. Suddenly I hear the door slowly creaking open, letting in laughter and splashing evidently from pool outside. The door closes and I hear a slight noise as someone walks slowly across the room. I hand touches my ass, gently rubbing it. I hear whoever it is spit and feel the wetness running down the crack of my ass. What seems to be a finger, starts rubbing my slightly swollen ass lips and tentatively breaches the hole. Whoever it is, spits again, and I feel another finger enter my ass. He starts stroking in and out tapping gently on my prostate. Fuck that feels good, causing me to take a deep breath. I feel the poppers from the gag take hold and moan as he reinserts his fingers, slowly fucking my hole. He pulls his fingers from my ass and as I’m eagerly awaiting his next insertion, I hear cardboard tearing and crinkling like something plastic is being torn. Whoever it is leans down and whispers, in a barely audible guttural voice. The voice is barely a rasp like he is trying to sound different. The voice seems familiar I can’t place, and he’s telling me to take a hit as I’m going to need it. but when the unmistakable scent passes under my nose and I feel the small glass bottle he holds under my left nostril down, I take a deep hit. Another one he whispers. He repeats the same on my right nostril and I’m soon flying with the familiar rush. He pops a finger quickly in and out of my ass and then something hard is inserted. He’s shoving it in deep, in and out of my hole. He using it to scrape my ass lining. The assault burns and it feels like knives are cutting into me. I can tell he’s tearing up my hole. I’m trying to struggle and scream from the pain, but it was useless. Just as I think I’m going to pass out, he removes the object. He gently rubs my ass. He steps up and removes the blindfold, and I strain to see who it is but can’t turn my head that far. He thrusts what appears to be a toothbrush into my line of site. It’s bloody as hell and can see clumps of skin he’s torn with the aggressive brushing. He places the blindfold back over my eyes, kisses my neck gently then caresses my ass and then exits the room in a hurry. My cock is hard and is scraping the sides of the cage and if I’m not mistaken I’m leaking precum profusely. These guys are seriously going to knock me up tonight and while this situation is scary as hell, I’m turned on and can’t wait for what comes next. The door opens and someone enters the room, he says, fuck that’s hot. It’s Tom and I’m slightly relieved. He approaches me and tells me he’s wearing his 00 gauge PA with the four spiked protrusions on it. Tom wants to be the first to fuck me tonight and while he’s pretty sure he’s already knocked me up, he’s going to fuck me brutally to ensure he’s the one I’m pozzed by this evening if not and if it isn’t him he wants to be sure he enables someones toxic strain to succeed. I know from experience; this is going to only cause more anal fissures and pain, as my ass becomes a fertile ground for poz cum. He spits on my open ass and immediately he’s shoving his spiked dick into my ass. The spikes drag across my ass lips and catch, burning as they split my hole open. Unlike earlier fucks, Tom shows no mercy. He shoves deeply in a single massive thrust, not caring if I’m ready or not. The pain is intense as he repeatedly slams by ass. He fucks me like a stallion in heat and is soon long dicking me as I finally relax into the fuck. He comments how slick my hole is now and that his cock is covered in blood. He starts jack hammering and as he drags across my prostate he goes deep and pierces through my sigmoid into my second hole, as deep as he’s ever been. Tom’s assault continues as he pummels away. He’s got an anger in his fuck and is nailing me not caring if I enjoy it or not. He’s slamming so hard into me that I’m in pain and having a hard time breathing and almost start to fear he’s really going to hurt me with this assault. Tom’s aggressive fuck goes on for what is at least 10 minutes of constant assault. I’m doing everything I can not to panic when, he screams out as his cock spews his toxic load deep in my ass. Tom has a condition known as hyperspermia and when he cums, he spews massives amounts of cum. He begins shaking as volley after volley floods my hole. He keeps cumming long after most guys would be spent and just floods my tunnel with his seed. Finally, I feel cum dripping on my balls from my ass and only then does he pull out. He’s not about to let me lose any of his cum and immediately, his fingers dig into my ass and start scraping my sloppy anal canal. He then begins massaging the cum throughout my ass wherever his fingers can reach. He wants to make sure his DNA reaches every scratch, fissure and tear. Tom comes up to the head of the table and removes the gag from my mouth but leaves the blindfold in place. He quickly shoves his hand in my mouth and tells me to clean off his hand then the same with his cock. I taste his familiar cum and more than just a little blood. Tom then checks each of the restraints to make sure I’m secure. I start to whimper that this is way more intense than I ever expected. Tom says, shut the fuck up and you will answer yes or no sir and nothing else unless I give you permission. I tell him yes sir. Tom says, look, you want to get pozzed and I expect you to take everything dished out tonight. We got this fuck bench just for this and we are going to make sure you join the brotherhood. Tom tells me he has someone coming tonight that will check in on me periodically to make sure we don’t go too far but just know we are going to use you like the fuck hole you. You know me and the Cuban guys know how to turn any prison bitch into our plaything so you aren’t really even a challenge. Do you understand? I answer yes sir. Do you want the evening to proceed? I think, fuck this is crazy, but find myself saying yes sir. I hear the door open and Tom says wait till you meet these two guys. Tom says, Drew, why don’t you fill his mouth he’s been too mouthy. Chuck I’ve opened his ass for you and deposited a load, but your beer can cock is a lot for anyone, so take it slow. Don’t worry about him as he’s just a fuck sleeve for the evening and wants your poz strains so don’t hold back once you get going. Tom slaps my ass and tells the guys they have the next 30 minutes before he sends his Cuban buddies up With that, I hear he door open as Tom out. Shit, I’m now taking anonymous cocks as I’m soon stuffed at both ends.

“DOES THAT RAW DICK FEEL GOOD BOY? IS THAT WHAT YOU NEEDED?” The bottom had tried crawling forward, his body reacting to the infectious AIDS T-Bone I had just shoved in his booty hole - dry. He didn’t get far. His doggy masked head shook from side to side as his manicured pink nails - hidden inside his puppy costumed paws - tried to hold their grip on the edge of the bed. “GET BACK HERE BOY! STAY!” I snarled as I yanked my dick out of his rare hole, grabbed his wrists, dragged him back to where I wanted, and then mounted him again. My POZ drip mixing with his bloody hole was all the lube the pup needed. The pup’s dog tags jangled and jingled. “FEEL THAT BIG DICK KNOTTING YOU BOY?” He might have said something, but then arched his back and yelped like a good pup when I yanked out and slammed back in. I yanked out again, took a second to admire his furry little hole - surrounded by a touch of pink, now red, skin. His hole was the only thing on his body not covered by his pup costume, which was just fine by me. All I needed was someplace to bury my AIDS T-BONE. “BIG AIDS DICK IN THAT ASS BOY - FUCKING YOUR PUPPY HOLE!” The boy bucked, I laughed, grabbed the back of his collar, slid the fingers of both hands underneath and twisted and pulled back. The pup bucked and yelped and my AIDS T-BONE buried a little deeper. “I GOT A SHIT LOAD OF HOT AIDS GRAVY FOR THAT PUP HOLE BOY - FULL OF VIRUS KIBBLES AND BITS!” His little paws were useless. I turned my head to the left and admired myself in the full length mirrors he had on the wall. The small lenses of his two video cameras were not easy to detect, but I made sure they got the shots. I hope he enjoyed watching this later. I hope he enjoyed seeing my wasted body, the skin that hung slightly off my muscles, the ribs that showed in my chest, my hollowed out cheeks and lesioned skin. “THAT’S IT - WHIMPER FOR ME PUP. MY AIDS T-BONE DICK IS FILLING THAT ASS UP - TURNING YOU INTO A FULL FLEDGED BITCH!” The pup gurgled his agreement as I twisted the collar tighter and started to long dick that ass with deeper, filling, stretching and wrecking strokes! I had been eyeing the pup online for a while now. I knew his habits, his secret desires, his voyeuristic pleasures. I knew he liked to secretly record and live stream anonymous dick fucking him. I knew he always insisted on safe sex only - something which he was not only vocal about, but condescending to those who held a different approach to life. “I’M YOUR AIDS SIRE PUP! UNMEDICATED DADDY DOG DICK SLICKING UP YOUR LITTLE HOLE - BUSTING IT OPEN WITH MY BIG KNOT - THAT FORESKIN SLIDING BACK, GETTING READY FOR MY POZ NUTT TO SPADE AND FIX YOU!” A loud, clear, yelp escaped the pup’s lips as I tore open a new path of destruction in his guts. I pressed down on his shoulder blades with my left hand, turned my body clockwise with my dick still buried deep in his furry ass. We formed an AIDs’ cross, ready for his crucifixion. I took my right hand and pushed his right leg outward so his hips raised up a bit, giving me head on access to his sidewalls. “YEAH BOY, PLAYING FETCH. TAKING MY AIDS T-BONE SMACK IN THEM ASS WALLS. OPENING THAT FURRY HOLE SO WHEN MY BALLS MAKE YOU PREGNANT THERE WILL BE LOTS OF BRUISED AND BLOODY SPOTS FOR THEM BABIES TO HOOK UP TO!” The pup’s hole was smearing my dick good now, creaming for my AIDS T-BONE. I yanked out, the pup’s body spasmed from the sudden evacuation, and I easily rotated my position. I used my right hand now to press down between his shoulders keeping his body on the bed and adjusted his left leg and held it so I could damage the other side of his ass walls. The pup’s whimpering told me he was hungry. “GOOD PUP READY TO SUCKLE SOME POZ MILK OUT? GET THAT ASS BACK HERE - THAT’S IT - RIGHT ON THE END OF THE BED AND DROP THEM LITTLE HIND LEGS DOWN. I’M GOING TO DRIVE MY AIDS T-BONE RIGHT UP THAT HOLE AND SQUIRT MY VIRAL MILK! GOOD PUP - TAKE THIS AIDS T-BONE! FEEL IT PUP? FEEL THAT KNOT SWELL? YEAH WHIMPER FOR ME LIKE A GOOD PUPPY - WHIMPER FOR ME AS YOUR SIRE BREEDS YOU - BEG FOR MY POZ MILK! BEG FOR IT PUP - BEG FOR IT - FILLING YOUR PUP ASS UP YOU FUCKING BITCH! FILLING YOU UP!” A couple of hours later I got up my nap. Filling a NEG hole up is always the best thing to get me set for a long nap out in hammock in the afternoon sun. I wiped the sweat from my brow, adjusted my eyes, and pulled up the pup’s homepage. Fuck yeah! Folks had liked our scene and had rated it five WOOFS! Lots of comments about ‘what a great set up’, ‘hot role play’, the ‘realistic fake fluids’. I’d give pup a couple days. He’ll come scratching at my door begging to be let in and when he does, I’ll be ready. (*From the author: If you like the story let me know - post a reply or give a reputation. Thanks to everyone who takes the time to read these stories and for the continued support!)

It presses my buttons hard. Consensual adult dad/son fucking and breeding is beautiful.

7. Cal I kept my eyes down as I waited for the elevator. I was painfully aware of Hector staring at me; it was impossible for me to meet his eyes after he had used me. What he put me through wasn't that much worse than other scenes; it was the degree that Hector didn't care. I poked the "up" button again, hoping that it would make the elevator come more quickly. It was probably only a few seconds later, but it felt like hours; I was terrified that Hector would make some comment. Finally, the elevator arrived. I stepped on the elevator, ignoring the sudden burn in the depths of my gut. I jabbed "52," wishing only once, that we were on a lower floor. The burning had gotten worse, and I realized that Hector had dosed me. I had only a few more minutes before I was a complete sex-pig. The doors closed, and the elevator began the slow ride up. I pulled out my phone. "Hey. When are you coming?" I texted Vic. Over the years, Vic had fallen in and out of my life. I always welcomed him back, because when he fucked me, it was always amazing. "Soon. One last errand for Sean and me to do." Sean was his partner. "You need some extra?" he added, leaving little question of the nature of the errand. "Just got dosed," I texted back. The burn was continuing. My hunger was only growing. I needed something in my hole. Anything. "That wasn't a no. I'll be there as soon as I can," Vic replied. "And make sure my tweaker boys what get what they need" My ass twitched, thinking about sliding down on Vic's fat eight-inch dick and blowing clouds with him. I'm sure Sean be doing the same with my Jon. The tina was hitting me hard, and the darker thoughts were emerging from hiding. I remembered the way his tina-powdered dick had burned when he forced it in my hole. I remembered the things I had done to please him, and I remembered how much Jon had loved to watch the show. My ears popped, as we cleared the twenty-fifth floor. I rubbed up against the railing, pressing my asshole against the hard brass pipe. I needed to get it together, but I had no idea how much crystal Hector had put inside me. I just needed to keep it normal until Vic came over. He'd dealt with me before, horny and tweaked and hungry. The rest of the ride up seemed to go faster. Of course, no one was getting on or off. I stepped into the condo and kicked off my shoes. The place was quiet, which meant the three men were likely still sleeping in our master bedroom. I could sneak into the guest room, and once alone, I would be able to relax a bit. Of course, in my current mood, relaxing would mean finding a nice dildo and fucking myself with it while I cruised for more men to breed my hole. I was walking through the kitchen, almost to the guest bedroom, when I ran into Seth. "Oh, hi," I said, forcing myself to stay calm. He had been sitting at the counter, staring at his phone. He was shirtless; the bright morning light accentuated his muscles and revealed a light spray of brown hair across his chest. I tried not to react. But when he noticed me, he suddenly stood up. He was wearing a pair of running shorts. The cut and color looked familiar, but my attention was held by the thick pole straining against the fabric. "Oh. Hey," he said. I looked up long enough to see that he was turning red, before my hungry hole forced my attention back to his boner. "I hope you don't mind," he continued. It hit me that he was wearing my running shorts. "I needed something to wear." Him wearing my shorts only made it easier for me to get him out of them. "And if I said it wasn't ok?" "Well," he started. Then he smiled. "Well. I'd have to take them off." "And what would you do if I told you it was ok?" "Hmm." He thought for a second. "Make you take off your shorts for me." In the drug-clouded moment, he was definitely the smarter one of us. "It's cool. You can wear my gear." "Good. I figured. Although it was hard to tell who owned what." I pulled off my shirt. Between the sex and the drugs, it was damp with sweat. I tossed it to Seth. He caught it with a practiced ease. His natural athleticism had reminded me of JP; despite his strength and stamina, Jon was always a bit awkward. Seth buried his nose in my t-shirt. "Goddamn," he said, looking up. He took another deep sniff of my sweaty shirt. "Your sweat." He took another hit, like a cocksucker on poppers. "You like it?" I asked. Seth's free hand dropped to his groin. He ran his palm over the length of his dick. "Fuck yeah. Smells so damn good." He looked up again, his face no longer red with embarrassment, but now red with lust and passion. Before he could say anything else, I stepped right up to him, close enough that, if it were not for the running shorts, our dicks would have touched. I leaned in and kissed him. His lips were just as soft as I remembered, but he surprised me by pushing his tongue into my mouth. He slung the towel over his shoulder, and reached for my ass, squeezing it hard. "You want that ass?" I asked. "Fuck yeah," Seth grunted. I wrapped my arms around him, and pulled him against me. His cock pressed up against mine. Due to the tina in my blood, the pairing was one of opposites: his masculine hardness against my tina softness. He let go of my ass, and pushed his hand in under my shorts. He felt me up a bit, then paused, then carefully ran a finger along the strap of my jock. It led him directly to my hole. "Sweaty jock strap," Seth muttered. "Nice." "Yeah?" I mumbled. I pushed away from him, stepped back, and turned around, with my legs spread. I carefully pushed down my running shorts, giving Seth a careful show of my ass. Stealing glances back, he was still stroking his shaft. "You want to see me sweat?" I asked him. "Fuck me." "Yeah?" Seth asked me back. "You want this?" The thick ridge of his dickhead was etched into the thin fabric, as he pulled the running shorts tight over his cock. "Hell yeah," I said. I stepped out of my shorts; I was just wearing a pair of sneakers. I was still young enough to pull off college jock, and I made sure that I put it to full effect. "Fucking pound my holes." "Damn. Like one of those soccer jocks in the locker room." "Begging you to fuck him." Seth didn't reply immediately. Instead, he pushed down his shorts, letting his hard fat cock escape. It flopped down slightly; in the daylight, it looked bigger than I remembered. He kicked off the shorts, and then he was naked. Naked and erect, he seemed like a young god, waiting to spread his seed. He grabbed his dick. "You want this, you gotta know. I only bareback." I was bent over, staring at him through my legs. I reached back and spread my ass cheeks apart, exposing my hole to him. "I don't use rubbers. Ever." I ran a finger around my hole. It was slick with Hector's sperm; I thought I could almost feel the last few bits of crystal dissolve into the wetness. "Fuck yeah," Seth said. He was stroking his cock. I turned back to face him, and dropped down to my knees. I was a bit taller than Seth, but I leaned in a bit, and my mouth was precisely level with his cock. "Go ahead," he said. "Get me wet." I opened my mouth, leaned in, and allowed his dickhead to slide into me. "Oh god," Seth moaned, as I flicked my tongue over his cockhead. It was already wet with pre-cum, the uniquely sweet taste of youth and innocence. I remembered when my cum had tasted like that; but finishing college had helped me grow up, and moving in with Jon and JP had replaced my innocence with an impish depravity. I didn't regret the loss. It wasn't even a loss; it was just my life then was different. Seth ran his hand over my head. It was a casual, but intimate touch. He was laying claim to me for at least as long as it took to get off. The crystal made it so easy to give myself up to the blond muscle god. Fuck. And the night before, it was me who was fucking his mouth. He pushed me down on his dick, almost instinctively pressing harder when I choked, and forced me to take another inch of his cock. "Get me wet," he grunted, and pushed still more of his dick into my throat. "Mmmph," I grunted, suddenly aware that I could no longer breath. At least it was not an unfamiliar situation for me; it had barely been an hour since I had serviced Josh. Before I even knew I should gag, I repressed the instinct. Seth noticed. "Fuck, man, massage my dick like that again." He held my head in place and forced the last bit of his dickshaft into my mouth. I couldn't help but gag; a few drops of spit drooled from my mouth. "Damn," he said, noticing my reaction. "Fucking choking on it." I nodded in agreement, swallowing as quickly as I could in order to massage the full length of his cock, and ward off the inevitable choking sensation. But before that happened, Seth pulled his dick almost all the way out. "Yeah," I managed to say, before Seth decided that I had recovered sufficiently. "So, why don't you take it all?" Seth pushed his dick all the way back in. He didn't even give me a chance to fully open my mouth, much less prepare my throat for his thrust and penetration. Despite my lack of preparation, I still managed to take almost all of it. Seth rewarded me with a smile. "Fuck that feels good," he said. I nodded my head. His dick was already buried deep in my throat, and breathing was impossible, much less speaking. I was kneeling down and my lips were wrapped around his shaft. Once more, I was a cocksucker, and I was reveling in the simplicity of the role. All I had to care about was pleasuring Seth. Anything else was secondary. I continued sucking him off, working my way all the way down his shaft, then focusing on his head, then back down to the base. It didn't matter what I did; the young man was horny enough that anything I did elicited a moan of pleasure. Finally, he managed to speak. "I want to fuck you," Seth said, pushing me off his cock. It was a brief shock, to suddenly have no cock in me at all. I stared at the stiff shaft right in front of me, watching it glisten from my spit and his pre-cum. I wanted to suck on it all morning long. But I also wanted him to fuck me with it. "Sure," I said. I stood up, grabbed Seth by the balls, and gently lead him to the kitchen counter. "Just need a bit of lube," I said. "Of course," Seth said. I opened the cabinet. It was the one filled with our meds, vitamins, and supplements. But it also had bottle of poppers. I reached back behind the bottles of Triumeq and found the small brown bottle. I noticed Seth staring at the multiple shelves of pills. "Yeah," I said. "That's what we deal with." "Well, I've got one. And I still have to remember to it," Seth said. "I need to do that this morning." "But there's something you need to do first," I reminded him. The delay was mutually beneficial. I wanted to get fucked by him, and I wanted him to be my poz-brother. It was probably the tina talking, but there was a bond between the two of us. It was more than just the traditional bond of a cocksucker and a dickdonor. It was something deeper, something closer to what I felt for Jon or JP. I felt a bond with him. I wanted him for more than just a fun weekend stealth pozzing. I wanted him to share the full experience of male sexuality with me, even the darkest and most depraved moments. I was familiar enough with the feelings that I knew it was mostly the crystal talking, but I didn't care. His young cock was hard, nestled in my ass crack. "Yeah?" Seth asked. His dick was now pressing up against my hole. He was gently rubbing it back and forth. It wouldn't take much for it to slip into me. "What do I need to do?" "Fuck me," I said. I reached for the bottle of olive oil on the counter, and let a few drops fall from the spout and onto Seth's dickhead. "Wait, is that safe?" Seth asked. "I thought you shouldn't use olive oil." I smiled. He was like a wary puppy dog, constantly checking in and reminding himself that he wasn't putting himself at risk. "It's just not safe for condoms." I made a show of looking around. "I don't see any condoms around here." "I don't want a rubber coming between us," Seth said. "I don't want anything between us," I replied. I poured more of the oil on Seth's dick. He stroked his shaft a few times, making sure it was properly greased up. "Give it to me," I said, as I took a long hit from the poppers. "Hell yeah," Seth said, and pushed his dick up against my hole. The poppers hit, and all I wanted was his dick inside me. My hole stretched open and his dickhead pushed into me. I could barely put up any resistance; I was still recovering from Hector's fucking. "Oh, fuck!" he grunted, as his stiff shaft slid into my hole. I was hungry, and Seth's cock was exactly what I was craving. "OH FUCK," Seth grunted again. "Your hole is fucking swallowing my dick." "OH FUCK," he repeated himself. I knew exactly what his dick was feeling. The heat of a worked-out hole. The wetness of a loaded-up hole. The hunger of a tweaked-out hole. It was his first time, and it was going to be memorable. "That feels so," he trailed off. The words for the feelings didn't really exist in any human language; we were powerless to describe them. "Be quiet," I said. It was better not to try. "Focus on my hole. Focus on fucking it." "Hell yeah," he said. It wasn't really a thought. It was just an acknowledgement that the animal had been unleashed. He pulled out from me suddenly, then before I could even gasp, he slammed back into me. Even though I had just been raped by Hector, I wasn't prepared for the vigor and youthful intensity of Seth's pounding. "Damn, this is nice. Your hole feels so fucking hot." He pulled out, then pushed back into me. Each of the strokes had gotten him a bit deeper in my hole, until now, I felt his balls hit my ass. "So, fucking...fucking...welcoming." It was easy to let myself to relax and to allow him to penetrate me. Even the merest thought of protest had been washed from my mind by the insistent, unrelenting clouds. "And so damn wet," he said. He paused for a second, his dickhead deep in my guts. He pulled out. It was slow and deliberate, and he didn't pause until just the tip was barely in my hole. "Wet," he grunted, then pushed his cock all the way into me. He wrapped a muscular arm around my chest and pressed his head against mine. "Is this how I felt when I was full of cum?" I asked. I clenched my ass around his dick. He had felt Hector's semen. "I dunno," I said. "What does it feel like to you?" "Oh god," Seth said. His dick twitched and dribbled some pre-cum. There was one more man's DNA in my hole. "So many feelings. Dark. Sexy. Dangerous. Exciting. Dirty. Arousing. Depraved. Sleazy." He paused for a second, thrusting his hips against my ass, forcing his cock deeper into me. "Only one feeling. Pleasure." I twisted back, and our lips met. He forced his tongue into my mouth, asserting his control over me. We kissed forever, his cock finding a perfect rhythm to fuck me, and my hole accepting every thrust. With his other hand, he reached around and grabbed the basket of my jock strap. I was surprised enough to break off the kiss. "Yeah," I said, finally answering his question. "Yeah. That's how you feel when you're full of cum." "Goddamn," Seth said. "Fucking like nothing else." "You've never done it before?" I asked. Somehow, I had just assumed Seth had topped raw before. "Once. And it was amazing. But you're, god. astounding. So, fucking wet. So, fucking..." "Hungry?" I asked, as I pushed back on his shaft. "Yeah. Hungry." His hand wrapped around my cock. I had just started to party, and I wasn't yet totally soft. "But?" Seth asked, expecting my long, stiff erection of the previous night. "I'm getting fucked this morning," I said. "That's all you need to focus on." "Fuck yeah," Seth said. "Could fuck this hole every morning," he continued, but I barely heard his words. His cock was deceptive; it looked only slightly thicker but normal. As impossible as it seems, Seth's dick had managed to stretch me out well beyond what Hector's dick had done. I could only think about the dick in my hole. It was massaging my prostate, and the fabric of my jockstrap had gotten wet. The slow leak of pre-cum was now a steady dribble. "Goddamn! Your hole is so fucking wet." He leaned in to kiss me once more. Our bodies pressed against each other; his skin was warm and sweaty. Our tongues explored each other's mouths; I hoped he couldn't taste the cum in my mouth. "How many loads you have in you?" he asked. He pressed his dick into me; I could feel the cum seep around his fat cockhead. "How many men fucked you?" "Only one," I said. "One load." I had swallowed Josh's load. But swallowing didn't count. True sharing was taking a load in my ass. "One man." It seemed like such a small number. I had long ago lost track of the number of men that had cum in me. "Only one?" Seth asked. "Feels like more." "He cums a lot." "Not the first time?" "Not at all." "And was he?" Seth paused for a moment, but his cock remained hard. "You know. Poz." "I didn't ask." Doesn't matter, does it?" Seth slammed his cock deep into me. He dribbled some precum, pulled out, then pushed back into me. "No," he said. "Not these days." "Or for me. Doesn't matter if he's poz or not." Seth pushed into me and let out a gentle moan of satisfaction when I said "poz." His cock also let out some more pre-cum. I had seen hints of it the night before, but now it was achingly clear. The boy was getting turned on by poz talk. "I can take any load I want," I continued. "How long for you?" Seth asked me. I wondered if he remembered asking the same question the night before. He was a bit stoned and had repeated himself several times. "Six years." "And they were the ones?" Seth asked. "Yeah." "You were a bugchaser?" He remembered the night before. I had told him my story. He remembered what I had called myself. "Yeah. What do you think?" He shivered slightly. From his cock, the fear and excitement that bug chasing gave him was easy to feel. He just needed a way to rationalize taking loads; my family would be more than happy to remind him about the failure rates of PrEP. Coupled with his growing distaste for rubbers, it would be just a matter of time before he would be the one dripping cum from random men. "It's kinda exciting. And scary too." "I know. It is. At least you have PrEP." "Was it just Jon and JP?" Seth asked. He hadn't asked about that part last night. "No," I said. "Not at all." "How many?" His dick was dripping. "A lot," I said. "More than I can count." "Fuck," Seth said. His dick was harder than ever, and his breathing had the rapid, shallow cadence that I associated with a man reaching orgasm. "That's so fucking hot." "You want to add your load to my collection?" I asked. Slow and steady. Over the years, I knew it was easier and better for them to say it first. Seth wasn't quite ready. But he was close, and I would help pull him closer to the line. "Fuck yeah," Seth grunted. His hips were slamming against my ass, thrusting his hard cock deep into me. The slightest nudge would send him over the edge and Seth would tumble into complete gratification. "Fucking fill you up." "Breed me," I grunted. It would only be my third load of the day. Under the influence of the tina coursing through my veins, three seemed like only a good start. Seth was pounding my hole hard. Between him and Hector, I was going to be sore the next day. But it would be worth it, because I would have gotten all their loads. "Fill me with your sperm." "Hell, man. You're gonna get." He pulled out, and then, with all the force he could muster, he slammed his cock into me. "Get it all," he continued. His dick stiffened. It was almost a length of additional penetration. "All of it," he grunted. His dick pulsed and then there was the unforgettable feeling of heat and wet in my gut. He was cumming in me. "Give it to me," I grunted, encouraging him to continue. My head was spinning, and his orgasm was the only thing that mattered. I squeezed tight around his shaft. It was critical that I milk Seth dry. I needed to get every drop of seed from him that I could. "Fucking breed me." "Take it," Seth grunted. His hips were bucking since they were no longer under any conscious control. "Fucking take my load." His cock was the only thing that mattered, and he was using my hole for his fullest pleasure, utterly ignoring the impact he had on me or my stretched-out ass. "Goddamn," he exclaimed, as his dick slid slowly back into my hole. He was dribbling out sperm at the same time, so he smeared a thick layer across the full depth of my hole. "Fucking be my spermbank." "Oh fuck," I grunted. My hole was tingling from the new addition; I already knew that just his load would not be enough. Vic would be here shortly; he could give me another load. Plus, Vic's load would be a proper poz load. "Fucking load me up." Vic's cock would be bigger than Seth's, plus he liked his fucks rough and intense. I'd need all the lubrication I could get. "Fill me with your sperm." Seth pulled me tight against him, and he kissed me. I could hardly refuse him; he was still busy unloading his seed into my ass. But the kiss was almost more intimate than the simple, automatic act of fucking. That kiss was something very special; it brought us closer together, beyond just exchanging loads of semen. "Wow," he finally said. "Thanks," he continued. "Thanks?" I asked. "For?" "For taking my dick. For letting me cum in you. For you holding my load and cock, tight in that raw ass of yours." "Of course. And thank you. For pounding my hole. For loading me up with your seed." "Yeah," he said. There was a boyish charm to him, just enough for me to almost read too much into his smile. Still, we kissed again, sharing like two brothers should. "So fucking hot," he said. Our kisses had taken up several minutes, and his dick had gotten a bit soft. He shifted his weight slightly. "Fuck," he grunted, as his dick started to slide out of my ass. "Wait," I moaned, trying to adjust my own posture to keep his dick inside me. Unfortunately, he wasn't quite hard enough and I was overly tweaked enough that his tool fell out of my ass with a wet pop. "Fuck," I grunted. "Your hole. So fucking wet," he said. "So hot. So dirty." "I know. You cumming in me. Breeding me." I noticed I had left a bottle on the counter. It was an old bottle of meds; I opened it and peered in. At the base were several pills, shaped like dicks. I grinned to myself. It was a stash of E I had forgotten about. I shook one out and quickly swallowed it. All Seth saw was me taking one of my HIV-meds. Although, in some way they were. They made it easier for me to spread my disease. "How often?" Seth asked me. "A few pills a day. It's not bad." "A bit like me. It's already one pill a day." "Yeah, it's pretty easy to stick with the routine," I said. "Speaking of which," I continued. "Have you taken yours yet?" "No," Seth said. "But, um, where's my bag?" "The duffle bag?" I asked. Despite Seth just injecting his cum into me, I was still hungry. I had done too much crystal too quickly, and all I could think about was dick. I wanted more dick. I found my phone and started to text Vic again. "Yeah. I thought I left it in here," Seth said. "I took it to the bathroom," I said. But, that was a little ambiguous. There were a lot of bathrooms in the apartment. "Um, where's the bathroom from here? I'm kinda lost." I tapped out a quick message to Vic. "Yeah. It's a bit over the top, I know. Jon did well with a start-up." I stood up and motioned for Seth to come. I read the text over one last time. "I need dick. Your dick." I hit send.

Cum leaked from my hole as I walked, I tried to keep my hole tight, to hold onto every last drop but it was no used. I walked the last block to my apt scrolling through Grindr and Scruff and no luck, perhaps I had become too picky in what I was looking for, I felt that in all of NYC though there had to be another beefy ginger top who it was safe to get bred by. Feeling rather let down by the world I let myself into my apartment and muttering hello to my roommate locked myself in my room. I opened my computer and started trolling the Internet trying to find a way to get fucked again. I looked at adam4adam and manhunt but those didn’t seem enough, then I stumbled across BBRT. Quickly I made a profile, uploaded a pic of my tight slightly hairy twenty-one year old torso, and a good ass pic an old fwb had taken, and wrote: Young NEG BB Bottom Looking For NEG Loads. My cock was throbbing against my shorts, and I reeked of cum and sweat. I decided that I ought to take a shower to at least get rid of the sex stench that hung about me. Slowly I soaped my body thinking about him, the man from the gym, imagining what it would feel like to have him on top of me sliding his raw cock inside of my hole. My hands slid down my body and my fingers quickly found my hole, sliding inside with no problem. I pressed one, then another, then another into my hole, fucking the cum deeper into my ass, I added another finger. I couldn’t take I any more I needed to get fucked again. I got out of the shower and went back to my room my hole feeling empty. There were a few messages from trolls on BBRT but no one that fit my need. I scrolled through a bunch of profiles and sent messages to a few, rubbing my hole a little as I did so. Then, having exhausted my area, I stated looking for porn, a new kind of porn that I had never allowed myself to watch before. Treasure Island Media, Breed Me Raw, Raw Fuck Club they all fascinated me and I watched every preview I could find. Then I stumbled across breedingzone.com. I quickly read through several stories in the General Bareback Stories, my cock throbbing and my hole twitching as I did. After a handful of general stories I found myself drawn to the stories of a darker nature: Bug Chasing. I had never allowed myself to indulge suck thoughts before but with two massive loads in my hole, my fingers stuffed inside of me and my cock dripping constantly I wasn’t thinking straight. I read stories of guys searching out POZ loads and of guys just coming to realize it was their fate, guys who pursued POZ loads and guys who simply stumbled into a life. I found myself identifying with the men who realized their fate as a cumdump slowly, load by load inching their way towards the inevitable. I was so horny I could hardly think, I needed to get fucked right then. I looked back at BBRT and found several messages waiting for me. Knowing that in that moment it almost didn’t matter I took a cursory glance at profile pics of the tops and selected a young Italian looking guy in the East Village. Looking for now? I asked him. His response was almost immediate, My BF and I are looking for a boy to breed. Both big cocks, both ddf, and can both cum more then once. What’s the address? Was my only reply. After hastily getting dressed I rushed over to their apartment. A half hour later I was knocking on their door. The Italian from the profile opened the door and ushered me inside. His bf was tall and blond with blue eyes, every Aryan looking, in just a jock. The two of them stood grabbing their crotches in silence, and without being told what to do; I pulled my shirt off over my head and dropped to my knees in front of the Italian one. I pulled his cock out of his mesh shorts and swallowed it in one go. They hadn’t been lying, they both had huge cocks, and not only did they cum more then once but they came buckets. Over the next six hours they fucked me individually, they fucked me together, at one point they were both inside my wrecked and dripping hole. They were insatiable, it was as if they would not be content until my own lust for cum was slaked, but I had the sneaking suspicion that only one thing could truly slake my lust. When sometime around one in the morning they at last were spent we all passed out in a messy, sweaty, cumy heap in the bed, limbs all entangled. I woke the next morning to the blond pressing his cock into my still wet and open hole. “One for the road he muttered,” as he started to fuck me. They both dumped two more loads in me before I left, my guts literally flooded with their cum. I had shot my load at least three times the night before and once the last time that the Italian was abusing my hole and yet my lust was still unabated, and I now felt fairly certain of my conviction that only one man could slake this thrust. When I got home I changed for the gym without showering, grabbed my duffle and headed back out the door, wired with adrenalin and unfazed by my decided lack of sleep the night before. It was not my normal work out day, and I had no idea if he was going to be there, but I had to try. I went straight for the locker room; I had no intention of working out that morning. I went to my normal locked, and after stowing my stuff I sat down on the bench and waited. Not a full minute when by before he came around the corner today in a pair of gray running shorts. My heart skipped a beat and my hole twitched, itching to feel him with in it’s velvety walls. Instead of my normal ploy of avoidance I looked straight at him, allowing myself to make eye contact with those perilous green eyes. He smiled a broad, wicked, toothy smile and came over too me, his hand rubbing his crotch lightly. “So,” he said in a rich masculine voice, “You’ve finally come around have. You ready for a real load.” “I… uh… well…” I was unable to speak. “You want my cock, don’t you boy?” “Yes,” I managed to reply. “And you want my load in your hole, don’t you?” I swallowed hard and almost whispered, “Yes.” “What happened to change your mind kid, I guessed you were one of those NEG only Safe-Sex pussies. Let me guess, someone slipped a load into without you knowing you were getting bred and you loved how much it felt that you needed to do it again. You’ve probably been going around the city taking any loads you can get for two weeks now – no, not that long. The desperation in your eyes, and the fact that you reek of cum, I’m going to say two days at most. Maybe that first load was even just yesterday. That doesn’t matter though, what matters is that none of those loads managed to make you feel whole like you need to, you just keep lusting after more. Well I’ve got what you need boy,” he grabbed his now bulging crotch, “so let go to mine, it’s just around the corner and get my cock buried in your sweet hole ASAP.” I simply nodded.

Pimped Out As A Whore for Poz Part 9 (The Week - Day 1) My alarm went off at 7am as usual. Barely two hours of sleep, and I had to drag myself out of bed and get ready for school. I knew my dad would never call the school for me, even to give me just a few more hours of sleep. My ass was SO SORE. It felt like you could drive a Mack truck up my cunt and I wouldn’t feel it. I kind of hobbled around all day feeling every last thrust from those 30+ guys I took last night. And I was leaking cum the whole day. I kept feeling it run down my leg, and I swear other people knew that I smelled like spunk. It was so embarrassing. I also checked my email account all day, but no more jobs lined up. I was grateful for the reprieve. My ass definitely needed some down time. I headed home after baseball practice, desperately needing a nap. Upon entering my house, I heard moans and high pitched screaming. As I passed the living room, I saw Deanna bent over our couch taking a deep dicking from Mr. Johnson, our black next door neighbor. He would pull it out of her and plunge it into her ass making her shriek like a tormented cat. After pumping in and out of her ass a few times, he would pull it out again and push it right back into her cunt. He was a good 10 inches and she was taking it like a champ. My dad sat on the back of the couch, his load obviously recently released, and stroking his fat, soft cock casually. As Deanna fought to pull my father’s cock into her mouth every now and then, my father encouraged Mr. Johnson to “give her a black baby…come on, dude, this slutty little cunt wants to get preggers. Make her father shit a brick when it comes out brown. Put that black seed in her womb. Knock her up.” Suddenly, Mr. Johnson pulled it out of her ass and shoved all the way into her pussy, his ass muscles tightening, and I knew he was dumping a huge fertile load of black babies into my newly ex-girlfriend’s unprotected twat. Deanna cooed on my father’s dick, clenching her pussy, trying to milk every last sperm from my 50 year-old neighbor. “Fuck that’s good pussy!” said Mr. Johnson, shaking his head and realizing that I was watching as he pulled his spent dick from Deanna’s crotch. “Sorry kid, I don’t fuck boys no matter how girlie they are.” And I heard him and my Dad laughing as I went up to my room to sleep. Over the next several weeks, my Dad set me up with a client or two. Nothing of note, just some random guys that I’d either go to their office or some hotel or they’d come to our house. My Dad was very accommodating with my cunt and what they paid was always somewhat arbitrary. Sometimes my 30% was 60 bucks, sometimes it was 60 cents. The sick thing is, my ass came more and harder when I knew I was only making 60 cents. The only really AMAZING sex I was having during this time was when Jordan would decide to use me. Although he mocked me and slapped me around in the hallways, every now and then he would show up at my door or pull me into a janitor’s closet, use my hole viciously, fill me with his delicious spunk, zip up, slap me in the face, and leave me alone dripping cum and usually blood out of my ass. And I fucking loved it. His dick hit every spot I had…his body made me drool…and he could fuck like an animal. Anyway, over a month had gone by and I hadn’t gotten the fuck flu or tested positive yet. You could tell my Dad was frustrated by this, but it’s not like I wasn’t taking a literal butt load of poz cum. We were well into the summer by now and my Dad was out of town one week, which meant I would get some down time and not have any clients. I was very relieved. I was just getting ready to head to the gym when there was a knock on the door. I opened it to find The Beast. I just stared for a moment, wondering if I should feel as completely aroused as I did or as terrifyingly frightened as I did. “Hey pussy boy,” he growled, “Your Dad tells me the bug ain’t taken yet.” I swallowed hard before replying, “No, sir.” Sir? It came back as if I had been to boot camp. “It hasn’t, and I’ve been doing everything that my Dad has told me to do.” “You mean you’ve been taking every diseased cock he’s sold your ass to?” “Yes, sir.” He snorted, “I love a challenge. Throw some shit into a bag and let’s go. You’re mine for the week.” Apparently, he had already worked this out with my Dad, and I was officially under his control for the next seven days. And what a 7 days it was. I was fucked by almost a hundred different men. It was insane. Day 1 – The Beast brought me to his house and had me clean out. He threw me a pair of assless mesh underwear that I hurried to put on. I thought he was going to fuck me but he didn’t. He hauled me down to his basement where he had a mini-dungeon. “Just put this in,” he said proudly. He led me to a leather fuck bench and had me bend over the cool leather. He placed my wrists and ankles in restraints, and then placed a leather blindfold over my eyes. “Ready for your fucking?” he asked. “Yes, sir.” I squeaked, excited to have him inside of me again. “Good cunt.” Then he left me there, alone. Bound. It felt like forever. It could have been five minutes, it could have been an hour. I was getting afraid that he was going to leave me there overnight and a thin layer of sweat started to cover my mostly nude body. Suddenly I heard him behind me. “Just about to start, boy.” And I heard him jerking his huge cock. You could hear how meaty it was just from the sounds it made in his hand. In a couple of minutes, he was shooting his load all over my exposed hole. He grunted and then said, “And that’s all the lube you get to start, you stupid bitch.” And with that, I heard some laughter, and I realized he wasn’t the only one in the room. I felt a pair of hairy legs saddle up between my thighs. A thick mushroom head lined up with my wet hole and pushed into me roughly. I yelped and bucked but was fixed in place. Fuck, it hurt. No warm up, only a few shots of jizz for lube. I had no idea who was behind, just felt their thick flesh pushing my walls open, stretching my cunt. He had bull nuts that just kept slapping against me, boiling with cum that I could only assume was poisonous. Suddenly, I felt the Beast take my head in his hands, and whisper gruffly in my ears, “This is your night, poz whore. And tomorrow it will be something different. You won’t be able to even walk by the end of the week. Got it?” “Yes, sir,” I squeaked as the guy behind me slammed into me again. “Some of these guys tonight are fucking heinous, boy,” he taunted me. “Like fat and ugly and just gross. And they’re just using you as a fucking hole. By the end of the week, every fucker in this town is going to know your hole…and you’ll be useless. No one will fuck that used up twat. Used up at 18. Totally ruined with no one who will actually step up and claim ownership. Alone, diseased, and worthless.” “Fuck, this is good cunt!” shouted the guy using my pussy. Then he hilted in me and I felt his semen flood my guts. I moaned and started down the path towards and internal. The top drained his huge balls into me and then slid out with a pop. He moved around in front of me as he said, “Best ass all night. I fucked four cunts at the bookstore but this was much better than them.” And with that he shoved his cock in my mouth to clean off. I felt his cum drip out of my ass a little, but another faceless cock scooped it up and slid it back into me with the length of his very large cock. I could feel the first top’s belly on my forehead and taste all five assholes on his dick as I slobbered on his cummy dick. The guy behind me was doing a good job of trenching me out deep and stirring up those feelings. He was well passed my second ring and I felt my stomach clench each time he hit what I can only assume was my colon. This fucker must have been over 10 inches, though he was thinner than the last guy. He was definitely battering my insides and I’m sure I was going to be bleeding from him, but I loved it. His constant colon punching made me suck on the first guy’s cock even harder, loving the fact that I had no idea whose cock I was sucking…and even hotter that I had no idea whose ass I was tasting. Finally, the stud behind me pushed me over the edge and I came…my asshole clenching and sucking on his long dick, my stomach wracked with painful spasms as my cunt tried to accommodate what was happening deep inside of it. The fat guy’s cock fell out of my mouth as I let loose with a soundless scream. The guy behind me started shooting into me and given my newly orgasmed sensitivity, I could feel each shot against my raw walls, sending a shiver over my whole body with each ribbon of cum. “Goddamn, this whore is nothing but a cum dump. He fucking needs it more than slammed bitches I’ve fucked,” commented the guy behind me, pulling his dick out of me. The next faceless top was pushing into me before Long Dick got his slimy cock in my mouth hole. This continued for a while. Different shapes and sizes, but I never saw who was actually using me. Every once in a while The Beast would tell me that a particularly disgusting man was inside of me. He would describe his missing or grey teeth, his pox-marked face, his distended belly, his hairy nose…and eventually after he unloaded inside of my ass, I would get to smell his unwashed crotch or his day old body odor or the stale sweat under the roll of fat above his cock…and taste his dirty dick covered in all of the different flavors of cum pouring out of my ass. At one point, while I was getting fucked by a particularly fat cock, a bunch of the faceless strangers that were waiting – or perhaps had already had their turn – decided that they wanted to paint my face all at once. I heard countless cocks start to get jerked around my face. I was held in place by the restraints as cock after cock shot off into my face and mouth. From the jeers and cheers around me, I would guess that ten guys covered my mug with their loads. My eyes stung as I felt the different semen run down my face under the blindfold and through my hair. Some of it was thick and hung on my lips, chin, and forehead, drying before it could fall to the floor. Some of it was more liquidy and covered more of my face and trickled through my hair and down the back of my neck. I heard some clicks of iPhones and knew this was a photo worthy sight. The Beast showed me the picture later and it was truly a humiliating sight - my mouth agape, strings of anonymous cum connecting my two lips; thick globs of white toxic jizz hanging from my chin and clumped in my hair, shiny patches of semen glistening on my cheeks and forehead. I looked like a complete object in the picture. Nothing but a prop. Eventually, the line of guys thinned and then stopped. My ass was on fire. I could taste nothing but cum and ass juice. Semen was dripping down both of my legs and pooling on the ground underneath me. After The Beast said goodbye to the last stranger, he came over to me and undid my restraints. He simply said, “There’s a mattress in the corner and a bathroom through the other door. See you tomorrow, cunt.” And with that he left me, covered in cum, muscles shaking and exhausted. I slipped the blindfold off and allowed my eyes to adjust to the light. There in the corner was a dirty old mattress with an uncovered pillow on it and one blanket. I made my way to the bathroom – no shower…Just a toilet and a sink with no running water. I peed and then went to the mattress. It smelled of cum and piss and was slightly damp. I curled up on it and started to doze off. I wasn’t thinking about how disgusting I was to be falling asleep on a cum and piss crusted mattress covered in the cum of repulsive strangers. Nope. All I could regretfully think was, “The Beast never fucked me.” Oh well, there’s always tomorrow. More to come...

In Berlin the question is not safe or bareback (nobody fucks safe there anymore), it's what kind of bareback you prefer: youngsters, fetish, poz only, older guys etc. It's just a giant feast, that's why all the gays in Germany call it "Barelin" *LOL.