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Long time reader, first time contributor. Hope you enjoy, this is a mostly true story. ____________________________________________________________________ I was 22 years old before I understood that I was gay. I put that fully on my repressed religious upbringing where even mentioning "sex" was [banned word] in my house. But once I discovered what those odd feelings in my gut meant when I saw a large bulge, or a strong, masculine man, it was not long before I was spending a lot of time searching for encounters with men that would bring me the kind of satisfaction I had been craving. At first, I wasn't very picky at all, and my desperation for sex overshadowed any other thoughts I had about the guys I met. And I will admit that my naivete was probably a turn-on for some of the older men who were all too happy to take advantage of me. It was very obvious after one or two meet-ups that I was a bottom, and knowing just enough about gay history, I knew that condoms were important and that I should never hook up without them. I was still on my parents' insurance so there was no way I could get prep without them knowing, and since I wasn't "out" to them yet, condom sex was really the only option I could think of. The next year, I was almost finished with college, but my studies weren't going especially well, at least in part because of all the time I spent looking for sex. I eventually found a couple of regulars but even still, I was almost constantly searching for more. We always used condoms. One night, I had a few drinks in my dorm room which made me horny so I messaged one of the guys, Jake, to see what he was up to. After a few minutes, he responded that he was already going to meet up with someone that night. I figured that meant no time for me and started looking for some porn to jack off too when another message came through. "He says it'd be hot if you came over too. What do you think?" I had never been with more than one guy before and was a little nervous about it, but I said that would be fun if he could pick me up on the way since I had been drinking. A short while later, I got the message to head outside and get in the car. The drive was quiet, my nerves were getting the better of me, but I was committed at that point since I couldn't make my own way back to the dorms. The house we pulled up to was out of the way, tucked in a quiet corner of a rural neighborhood. After we parked, Jake sent a quick message on his phone and we headed up to the door which opened just before we got there. The man standing in the doorway was older, probably in his 50s, but in decent shape. His head was shaved and he had a short beard, but what really caught my attention was the fact that he wasn't wearing any pants. He had answered the door in a pair of black briefs that did nothing to hide the large bulge in his pants. I couldn't take my eyes off it, and he chuckled, "Guess you like what you see? Come in already." Jake and I walked inside and the man introduced himself as Tim and offered us each a drink. Still nervous, and now embarrassed that he had caught me staring, I took him up on his offer and he poured me a stiff whiskey coke which I downed pretty quickly. There was some of the typical smalltalk while Tim waited for me to calm down a bit, and every once in a while, he would give Jake a look, some sort of exchange happening without words. Pretty soon, Jake came over to me and started pulling on my shirt. Loosened up by the drink, I started to get into it and was happy when he started to kiss me passionately. Kissing always gets me going like nothing else and it wasn't long before both of us were naked, exploring each others bodies with our hands. Tim sat down close to us, stroking himself lightly and every once in a while he'd say something like "yeah, that's hot" or even just slight moans. Jake pushed me down on the couch and guided my mouth to his dick which had grown to its full 7 inches. I don't have great oral skills, but I always try my best. Jake held onto my head and tried to fuck my mouth, making me gag at the intrusion but he was getting nice and wet from my spit. I could taste the light saltiness of his precum on my tongue and eagerly slurped it down, swallowing what was there. I knew there wasn't much risk of anything just from sucking him. After a few more minutes of that, he told me to lay down and positioned himself between my legs. He grabbed a condom from his pants, rolled it onto his dick, and lined himself up with my hole. Tim stood up and walked over to me. The bulge I had seen earlier was nothing compared to what I was seeing now. That thing had to be over 9 inches, way more than I had ever had before. He reached under my head with a pillow to help me keep it up more and then guided my mouth to his cock. Jake and Tim both started to push into me at the same time and soon I was opening up on both ends. I had never felt anything like that before and I found myself so turned on that I started moaning, clearly enjoying the treatment. "Yeah, just like that. You like taking both of us? Fuck him Jake," Tim said. I could see Jake grinning and he pushed all the way in, bottoming out inside my ass and giving me that full feeling I loved. He started to move in and out of me, increasing speed until he found a good rhythm. I kept sucking Tim, trying to get more and more of him into my mouth and massaging his balls. Whenever I drink, I turn into the guy who gets worried whether everyone in the room is having a good time, and I wanted to make sure that he was enjoying it as much as I was so I sucked him with enthusiasm. We kept this up for a few minutes when suddenly Jake stopped, and pulled out abruptly. "Crap, the condom broke." He pulled the condom off and held it up, it had clearly split at the end. As he did this, the tip of his raw dick dropped and ended up pressed lightly against my hole, but he didn't make a move to push it in. It felt... so good! As he moved, it rubbed against my opening, slick with lube and spit. I started to feel even more turned on than before but wasn't sure what to do next. "Do you have another?" I asked tentatively. "You guys have fucked before, right?" Tim asked. "I don't have any condoms in the house, do you really want to stop?" Jake let out an involuntary whimper, just enough for me to hear, and pushed just a little towards me. In my drunken state, I was finding it hard to concentrate through the sensations of his dick against my hole and let out a moan despite myself. "We don't have to keep going..." Jake offered, but it was clear that's not what he wanted. All this time, he was still rubbing against my hole, which was driving me into a frenzy, and the scent of Tim's cock still right in front of my face wasn't helping. "Uh... it's fine. Don't stop." I gave in. Jake looked up at Tim with a big grin and immediately pushed all the way inside me. I couldn't believe how easy it was to take him all the way. I opened up like never before. And the feeling... it was a whole new experience. I had never considered that it might feel different without a condom but this was amazing. I gasped in ecstasy and my hole involuntarily clenched around him. "Oh my god, that feels so good man! Your hole is so much better like this." Jake started fucking me harder, getting closer and closer to cumming. Tim pushed back into my mouth and I was overcome by all the sensations. I think I kind of blacked out for a bit, not sure if it was the booze, the sex, or some combination of both, but I lost all track of time. Suddenly, Jake started to tense up and he sped up his rhythm. "Oh fuck, I'm gonna cum!" He said, still pounding away at my hole. "Do it, fuck his ass!" Tim encouraged him. Next thing I knew, Jake groaned loudly and pushed all the way in, holding tight to my hips and shaking. I could feel his cock twitching inside me and knew that he was cumming. All at once, it was like something broke inside me, and I knew that I would be chasing that feeling for the rest of my life. It was so much better than any sex I had had up to that point, and I loved the feeling of him leaking inside me. "You did great, boy." Tim patted me on the head as he started to move around to Jake. He grabbed Jakes shoulders and slowly pulled him back, his cock slipping out of me with a slight pop. "My turn." I started to get up. I didn't know anything about Tim and I wasn't sure that I wanted him to be inside me bareback, but Jake gently pushed me back down and said "It's ok, you're going to love it." Tim lined up against my hole and started to push. I clenched against the intrusion, worried about the risk with a complete stranger, but my hole was weak from Jake's fucking and it slowly started opening up despite my best efforts. "That's it, open up for me. Just let me in, it'll be so good." Tim's persistence started to pay off and the tip of his dick passed through my first sphincter. I tried again to pull away but he and Jake were holding onto me and I couldn't move enough to get him out of me. I tried pushing him out with my ass, but when I did Tim leaned forward and another couple inches of him slid into me. "Nice, that feels amazing. Keep pushing like that!" I started to feel dizzy and between that and the amazing sensation in my ass, I couldn't help but moan and my head fell back onto the pillow. "Yeah, that's good. Just relax, you can take it all," Tim sighed as he continued pushing his length into me. I could feel myself opening up and between the lube, spit, and Jake's cum still inside me, it wasn't long before Tim was as far as he could go. Or so I thought... "Hold on boy, there's still more," he almost whispered and he shifted his hips against me. I could feel the pressure building inside of me and thought I was going to be split in two, when suddenly something inside me moved and the pressure released. I yelped at the new sensation and Tim said "Fuck! That's it, I'm past the curve now." Jake cheered him on, rubbing my head and trying to reassure me. "Boy, that ass feels so good and I'm so deep, not gonna last long. Jake, you lubed him up good for me," Tim said and started rocking his hips against me, sliding easily in and out of my slick ass. My brain felt like it was short-circuiting, like I couldn't form full thoughts against the feelings deep inside me. And as much as I didn't want to admit it, I loved the way it felt. Tim was bigger than anyone I had ever had, and the full feeling I got with him all the way inside me was intoxicating. "Mmph, nice and broken in now! Feel how wet that is? You've got a lot of my precum in you already, and I'm gonna put this load so deep in you, it's never coming out! After this, you'll never want to use a condom again," Tim tried to take his time, pausing frequently to try and hold off his orgasm, but all the talk along with the feeling in my ass was clearly getting him worked up. Pretty soon, he stopped talking and his breathing got heavy. "Oh fuck... here it comes!" Tim grabbed my throat, looked deep into my eyes, and with one final thrust, he pushed all the way in again and I could feel that pulse of his muscles contracting, shooting his cum deep inside me. He collapsed down onto my chest and I realized I had cum at some point during the fucking. I had been so carried away I didn't even notice. I was completely overwhelmed after taking two loads inside me, but I knew that Tim was right and I would probably never use a condom again. Still inside me, Tim leaned forward and forced his tongue into my mouth, kissing me fiercely. I couldn't help but get into it and soon I was kissing him back just as passionately. After a few minutes, he had softened enough that he slipped out of me, but before he stood up, he leaned in and whispered just to me, "Jake should be thanking you, you saved him tonight. I just pumped a massive 7-day toxic load deep inside you, knocked you up good boy. Your ass is mine forever." The End

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

A friend recommended a masseur to me, and mentioning my friend's name apparently opened the door for me for a good time. He stood and talked to me while I got naked. I got hard as he worked the knots out of my shoulders, so when he started on my glutes and thighs, he was brushing over my hard cock pointed down between my legs. He kept running his oily hands over my hole, then into my hole. I lifted my ass so his thumb could slide into me. Soon he had his thumb up my ass and his cock in my mouth. Then he got on the table and started running his hands up from the small of my back to my shoulder so tha this cock slid between my butt cheeks. Until it didn't make it rhough my furrow and plowed right up into me. He fucked me hard and came inside me without asking permission. Then I asked if he would sit on my face. I ate his ass like a madman while he jerked off. He turned around and sat on my cock. and jerked off while he road it. When I shot inside him he stayed on me until he came a second time, which I had the pleasure of eating. Altogether a great massage, both the therapeutic and sensual aspects.

I should really think about moving to WV. That is an impressive number😛

This is another of my dickpicks

A black guy, with huge dick gave a huge load. I love when my ass is dripping.

Got my first fuck of the new school year now that the college bois are back. As usual I try to find guys who ID as curious or "straight" because I can always turn at least of few of them into long term fuck buddies. Friday wasn't looking very promising, but around 11PM I got hit up by a guy who just wanted to chat, but he was decent looking enough so I figured I might get lucky. After about half an hour I was getting bored and asked him if he'd like to come over and mess around. He didn't respond so I left it open, but decided to watch some TV and see if anyone not a bot hit me up. He finally responded about midnight or so and said he'd come over, but didn't know what he'd wanted to do. I give him my address and told him to come right over. He showed up about 20 minutes later. I got the feeling I couldn't push him hard or he'd leave, so we just chatted for a while, and finally got to the subject as to why he came over. He said he has been interested in guys for a while after watching gay porn, but couldn't do anything while still living at home (if I had a $ for every guy who has had that problem, I'd be rich), other than he and a buddy jerked off together and did some touching. I told him I'd be happy to do anything with him he wanted to try, and invited him to the shower. Got to the bathroom and we got naked. I wasn't expecting him to be well hung, but he was with a rather large mushroom head to boot and nice big balls to go with it. Cute little hairy ass to top it all off. Got in the shower and started messing around a little. Started running my hands all over his body and stroking his cock. I could tell he was nervous, but slowly he started getting hard. Rubbing my cock with his got him to full attention. I knelt down and asked if I could suck him and he shook his head. Taking that sweet 18yo cock in my mouth was so hot, especially knowing it most likely was the first blowjob from another guy. After driving him crazy for a while, we cleaned up and headed to the bedroom. I asked him if he'd like to try sucking my cock, and he said he would. Let's just say he was not very good at it, and I'm going to have to spend a lot of time turning him into a good cocksucker. But that was okay because my daddy cock was the first cock he had ever put in that teenage mouth of his. Finally decided to see how far he'd go so asked him if he'd like to fuck. He hesitated so I had to sweet talk him a bit by stroking his cock and telling him how much I want him inside me. It eventually worked and I got the lube from the nightstand. Asked him what position he wanted to try first (I've found always let the newbie make the decisions if he's hesitant) and he said doggie style so he could see his cock sliding inside like he saw in his first gay porn vid. I lubed his cock and my ass and put it into the air for him to enjoy. He spent a minute looking and rubbing my hole, but he finally gave into the urges and I felt that cock push against my hole and start sliding inside. He was so big and hard that it was pure bliss for me as he filled my ass to the hilt. Soon he had a decent rhythm going. I let him do that for a while, but finally told him I had to ride that cock. He sat down on the bed and I slid down on him. I don't think he realized how good it feels to have a nice ass riding your cock, but from his facial expressions, he was in heaven. He managed to get out "I'm gonna cum" but I just kept riding until he blew his load inside me. When he finally came back to reality, he had this rather satisfied look on his face. I kept slowing riding him to keep him hard and told him he had another round to go. Once he was rock hard again, I got off of him and sucked that cum covered dick. He was finally letting go and just enjoying himself. He fucked me missionary style and then mounted me and fucked another load into me. I needed to blow a load badly, but first wanted to try to see if I could rim him. He said sure and let me eat his ass, which I could tell he loved. I so badly wanted to just shove it into him, but wasn't willing to bottom this time, so I asked if I could slid my cock up and down his ass. He agreed as long as I didn't put it inside him. The dirty thoughts I had as my dick slide up and down his ass and my cockhead rubbed his hole. I even pushed slightly against his hole to see how he's respond, but he didn't pull away or protest. I eventually blew my load on his back and ass. We cleaned up and I asked him if he wanted to come back another time because I enjoyed fucking with him. He said he would, and I told him next time I'd love to fuck him too. He said he'll think about it. I am certain I will be giving him his first cum injection the next time he's here. Almost never had a freshman over who didn't end up taking my cock and cum deep inside him.

It's salty, musky and usually has a very small hint of cooked onion. Guys with a more potent musky smell - I don't mean unwashed, just how they smell even when fresh, they usually have muskier cum.

Oh Yes! I remember him so well and kept in touch with him until he passed away from Covid in 2021. I was young, some would say too young but I have absolutely no regrets, and he set me off on a lifetime of sleaze that I still enjoy some 50 years later! I can still remember his voice as he spoke into my 12 year old ear outside the old basement gents wc at Brighton railway station. 'Do you want to come back to my flat?' he asked, 'I'll suck you off' he promised. Yeah, I know that following him out of the station like a little puppy was such a stupid thing to do, but as he took my virginity later that afternoon I knew I had found out what I wanted to be. I have written a story about it elsewhere, it definitely set me off on a wonderful journey.

I can't wait for the boy to get his first slam…. Double shot on both arms

Like "Side piece". I thought about that once too, then I consulted I think Urban Dictionary after a brief web search and got corrected. And I wish it was only 20-somethings. In my own experience, it gets defined as "a noob who thinks he wants to be with a guy, but dislikes most of the things that guys might do together, including oral and penetration". If it did mean side dish, at least someone's salad might be getting tossed. 🤣

I was waiting for someone to mention that. Often it tastes a bit like pool water. I've found a more savory, slightly bitter flavor to it, combined with that pool water. Asparagus and Brussel sprouts are a huge turn-off. It's not at all unpleasant to me. Now that has me curious to try. 😉

That's what another cock is for, faggot.

Im at 650 loads this year

Got bred in a park few weeks ago

thats wat im fuckin talkin about u fuckin sluttttt

I am a big fan of two bottoms working together to set up a gangbang. Ideally a different body type from each other. Tops love variety. And it can give your hole the break it needs!

Yes, I've done it both while they were working and while they weren't. Most bathhouses have strict rules against it while they are on the clock. I remember thinking about this the other day on the thread about PA,s. Does anyone remember the older shaved head guy that worked at the Down Under in Edmonton, AB most nights during the week around 12-15 years ago? Huge dick probably 10.5" had a barbell crosswise through his glans. I played with him a lot while he was working and always out in the open. He was also usually the only employee there at those times. Those were fun times! I played with pretty much everyone who worked at Denver Swim Club and Midtowne Spa Denver back in the aughts, mostly off the clock. Played with about half the staff at Hawks PDX last decade but never while they were on the clock. One of the mandagers at Club 541 in Palm Springs has fucked me a few times, off the clock, including tag teaming me in the sling with a really well hung black guy, both of them bred me that night. It is probably a 50/50 mix of who approached who.

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

Some good hard fucking in here, just the way we like to get it. (forgive the one rubber) [think before following links] https://xhamster.com/videos/missionary-close-up-compilation-xhy12cp

his is after taking 5 loads - I pushed them out into a glass and drank it. I usually keep it in as long as I can so I can feel it leaking out, but I was so turned on I wanted to taste it. The video is on my FetLife.

This isn't mine I've just altered it slightly to make it conform to breeding zones rules THE BUILDER - by pedro976 - This story is a work of fiction. If you are under 18 or material of this nature is illegal in your present area. By continuing, you are confirming that it is legal for you to view the material in this story. In addition, you are agreeing that the author, editor, and this site will not be held responsible for any consequences of you viewing or downloading the story. - - - - 1 - - - - Barbara Hastings walked down her hallway to the foot of the staircase drew, in one almighty breath and bellowed: "Thomas Hastings! If you do not drag yourself out of that pit of a bed now then you will wish you had not been born!" She was fairly certain that her neighbour's four doors down would have heard her shouting but she could not care less. She had a flight to catch and she was running perilously late. No response. She sucked in another lung full of air ready to bellow again but suddenly her eighteen year old son appeared at the top of the staircase. He was quite tall for his age. His skill as a runner and regular attendance at the local athletics club had given him a thin toned build. He was wearing just his pyjama bottoms exposing his smooth hairless chest. His blonde hair was tussled from where he had been sleeping and he blearily rubbed his eyes. He was a strikingly good looking boy. He took after his father on that front thought Barbara Hastings as she looked up at him. Shame that shit bag of a man had left them four years ago for that slut of a personal assistant. "What is it Mum?" He mumbled "its 7am and the school holidays! Why are you shouting up..." "Tom. For crying out loud" cut in Barbara Hastings "You clearly do not listen to a word I say. I am leaving now to catch my flight to The Hague. The builder starts today on the kitchen and you need to be up and dressed by 8am to let him in. Do not leave him on the doorstep waiting because you are in bed asleep, do you hear me?" It suddenly all came flooding back to Tom. His Mum had to travel for work and was going to be gone for four days. He had persuaded her that he was mature enough not to need any form of baby sitter and in any event she had arranged for the kitchen to be refitted whilst she was away. He had used the presence of a builder to argue that he would not be alone in any event. She had eventually agreed but on the condition he let the builder in each morning at 8am and stayed at home to make sure nothing went wrong. That suited Tom down to the ground. He wanted to crash out playing computer games and watching movies and was looking forward to four days without chores or nagging because if there was one thing Barbara Hastings excelled at, it was nagging. "Yeah I hear you" he answered. His mother was about to say more, clearly unsatisfied with his dismissive tone, but he was saved by the horn of the taxi that had arrived to take her to the airport. "That is the taxi, I am off, see you in four days" With that she grabbed her suitcase and rushed out the door. The slam echoed around the house for a moment before all was quite once more. Tom took a deep breath, yawned, stretched and then went straight back to bed. - - - - 2 - - - - Whoever was banging, Tom wished they would stop. He rolled over to the other side of his double bed and pulled the pillow over his head. The banging continued. What on earth were they doing he thought. "Shit!" he suddenly muttered. It must be the builder banging the front door. He scrambled out of bed and saw that the time was just after 8am. He could imagine his mother's face if she knew that he had fallen back asleep. It was not a nice image. "Shit, shit, shit!" he cried as he charged out of his bedroom and down the stairs. He got to the front door and without thinking he threw it open. What he saw in front of him made him gasp in surprise. Stood on the door step was the man who was clearly there to refit the kitchen. Tom could tell because there was a bag of tools in his hand and a builders van parked on the drive. What made him gasp was the size of the guy. He was huge. He towered over Tom and must have been at least 6'7" if not taller. He had a shaved head, piercing blue eyes and a firm square jaw line. His head rested on a massively veined neck that lead to the widest shoulders Tom had ever seen. His huge pectoral muscles were straining to rip through the material of his red t-shirt and his biceps twitched with power. Tom couldn't help notice that his tight jeans barely held a great bulge at the front, framed by calf muscles bigger than Tom's entire torso. Tom was so shocked he couldn't speak. His mouth just hung open. The giant man in front of him raised an eyebrow and asked in a thick Eastern European accent "You have kitchen done?" "Um, kitchen, um yeah?" Tom stuttered in reply, desperately trying to catch his wits whilst being suddenly conscious of the fact that he was still just wearing pyjama bottoms and nothing else. He involuntarily folded his arms for security. "I come in?" the man asked when Tom made no effort to move. "Um yeah, sure" Tom stepped out the way and the man walked in. Tom could feel the power radiating from his body as he went past him. There was something frightening yet magnetic about him. Like when you saw one of nature's giants, a lion or a polar bear up close. Tom led the man down the hallway. "Ok then, here is the kitchen. My Mum has moved everything out so you should be good to go" offered Tom. "Mmm" the man grunted. He suddenly turned to Tom and held out a hand the size of a shovel. "I Krzysztof" he introduced himself. "Oh yeah, right" mumbled Tom, embarrassed at his lack of manners. "I am Tom" and he took the big man's hand. His grip was like a vice and Tom winced as they shook. Krzysztof grunted in acknowledgement, turned, and put his tool bag down. He looked back at Tom who was stood frozen to the spot and fixed him with his piercing blue eyes. Tom felt himself wilting under his gaze and wished that he had stopped to put a t-shirt on. He must look so puny to this guy. After a second of awkward silence Tom decided it was time to leg it. "I will be upstairs... um... yeah" he mumbled and bolted out the kitchen and back up to his bedroom as quickly as his legs would carry him. He shut his door behind him and dived under his covers. He felt his cheeks burning with embarrassment. What the hell was wrong with him he thought? He had opened the door without a t-shirt on for God's sake. That was all. Why was he so worried about it? He couldn't put his finger on the answer. There was something magnetic about Krzysztof that meant you couldn't help but marvel at his powerful physique. Tom also realised that it had something to do with the way he had been feeling lately. He was no stranger to sex. Well on the internet anyway. He had a laptop and Ipad and his mother was singularly uninterested in monitoring what he did on them. Like most boys his age he was a masturbation fanatic. He jacked off whenever he had a spare moment. The internet was awash with free porn and he trawled the sites looking for new stuff to get off to. He had never had cause to question his sexuality until a few months ago. Bored of the same old videos he had strayed into the gay section on one of the websites. He had been drawn to videos involving what were called "twinks", young guys in their teens. He had watched a video set in a locker room where two athletic guys had sucked each other off then one of them had fucked the other. Tom had to admit that it was hot and he had imagined himself fucking another guy in the locker room after athletic practice. He reasoned that if he jacked off to straight porn where the girl was fucked up the arse then there was no difference to imagining fucking a guy in the same way. He had never found himself fantasising about guys who looked like Krzysztof though. Guys like that were not twinks but real hard, strong men who could break you in two as soon as look at you. Was he embarrassed by Krzysztof because he fancied him? No that couldn't be it he told himself. It really couldn't. Downstairs he could hear the sound of Krzysztof getting started on taking out the old kitchen fittings. He couldn't help but let his mind wander back to thinking about how massive his biceps were. The old fittings stood no chance against his strength. What would it be like to touch those huge solid muscles he wondered? "Fucking hell" he muttered under his breath breaking the spell of his day dream. He was determined not to think about this anymore. Grabbing a towel he went and showered, doing everything he could not to conjure up images of the huge hunk downstairs. Having got dried off and dressed into his usual t-shirt and jeans Tom was about to head down to get a drink and something to eat from the makeshift kitchen his Mother had set up in the utility room. She had put in a mini-fridge and microwave in there so that he could survive for the days that the work was being done. He hesitated though as he reached the top of the staircase. Going to the utility room meant passing Krzysztof and he really didn't want to. From what he could hear the muscle man was well into ripping out the old kitchen. Maybe he would be too busy to notice him go by thought Tom and with that thought offering him some courage he headed down stairs. At the end of the hallway he stopped and carefully peeked around the door frame at the entrance to the kitchen. He really wished he hadn't. Ripping out the kitchen was obviously hard work because Krzysztof had taken off his t-shirt. His body was absolutely packed with pumped up muscle. Tom could see his two large pert nipples erect on top of his giant pecs. Every inch of the guy was covered in powerful gym pumped muscle. Tom also noticed the mass of tattoos running down the builder's arms. He was too scared to look for long enough to make out what the pictures were. Instead he took a deep breath and darted past to the utility room. Grabbing enough snacks to see him through the day he darted back the way he came and up to his room. He shut the door and breathed a sigh of relief. He was determined not to go back downstairs until Krzysztof had gone home for the day. He passed the time playing his Xbox and hitting himself in the head every time his mind began to wander back to thinking about the builder. Soon enough 6pm arrived and he heard Krzysztof shouting up from the bottom of the stairs. "I go for day now" he called. Tom slightly opened his door and shouted back. "Ok, bye" He heard the front door open and then shut. Breathing a sigh of relief he waited until he heard Krzysztof's van pull away from the drive and went downstairs. The kitchen had been totally ripped out. Tom would not have been surprised if Krzysztof had done it with his bare hands. He smacked himself in the head again. "Stop thinking about him" he muttered out loud. - - - - 3 - - - - "You slag!" shouted one woman at the other. Tom was eating his microwave dinner whilst watching the soap Eastenders. He had no idea what was going on but these two women were going hammer and tongs at each other in their local pub. It was quite good. Suddenly the house phone began to ring. He put his dinner down and paused the telly. He wanted to see the rest of this cat fight. He picked up the phone from the table in the hallway. "Hello" "Tom, it Krzysztof" Jesus thought Tom, what did he want? He had pretty much succeeded in getting all thoughts of the man out of his confused mind and now here he was on the phone. "I left bag in kitchen. Can I come now to get it?" "Um..." Tom couldn't think of a reason to say no so he agreed. "Sure. Just knock the front door. I am at home." "Ok, be there soon" Krzysztof replied. Tom put the phone down. Jesus Christ he thought. He walked back into the front room. His dinner and the catfight on Eastenders no longer had any pleasure in them and he slumped down on the sofa. What the fuck was wrong with him? He needed to get a grip. - - - - 4 - - - - Even though he was expecting it the knock at the door made Tom jump. He walked out into the hallway. It was definitely Krzysztof. There was no mistaking his massive shadow through the frosted glass panelling of the door panels. Tom took a deep breath and opened it. "Tom" smiled Krzysztof "Ok for me to get bag?" "Sure" replied Tom standing to one side. Krzysztof walked in. The evening was a bit chilly and he was wearing a zip up hoody with a white vest underneath. Tom could just make out the central line of his chest separating those huge pectoral muscles before it disappeared behind the white cotton material of the vest. Krzysztof went into the kitchen and came back with his bag. "Can I use toilet?" he asked. "Yep it is just upstairs on the left" offered Tom and tried his best not to watch Krzysztof's muscular arse and legs as he climbed the stairs. Not quite sure whether he should wait holding the front door Tom decided to shut it and instead hovered at the bottom of the stairs. After a while of not being able to hear very much he decided that perhaps he should make sure Krzysztof was ok, and thinking of what his mother would say make sure that he wasn't stealing anything. Reluctantly he went upstairs. As he reached the top he could see that the bathroom door was ajar. He hesitated but found the courage and walked up to it. He tentatively pushed it open. "Krzysztof are you ok..." He stopped mid sentence and stood shocked. Not sure what to do. Krzysztof had taken off his zip up hoody and was now just wearing his tight white vest top. He was leant over at the side of the sink snorting a line of white powder from the top of the cistern lid. He looked up at Tom. "Me ok, left my bag with my stuff and need it for weekend" He seemed completely unfazed by the fact that Tom had caught him clearly doing cocaine in his bathroom. His Mum would have been screaming the house down and dialling 999 even as Tom just stood there, too dumbfounded to speak. Krzysztof must have taken his shock for something else because he said "You try" and he held out the rolled up twenty pound note he had used to snort the line to Tom. Tom didn't know what to do. His first reaction was to tell Krzysztof to leave but he was completely out of his depth. Then he felt a sudden compulsion to agree to Krzysztof's offer. But what was he thinking? He had only ever smoked a cigarette for fucks sake and now he was considering taking a class A drug. "I have never... um..." stuttered Tom, unable to resolve the conflict in his mind. "You do little" suggested Krzysztof and again offered the note. Fuck it resolved Tom. What could happen? People did it all the time. His Mother was away for the next four days and he surely would have recovered from a single snort by then. He took a deep breath. He walked over to Krzysztof and took the note. There was a small line of the powder left and without allowing any time to talk himself out of his reckless agreement Tom lent down and snorted it. He straightened up and looked at Krzysztof who smiled at him. "You will be ok" said Krzysztof "it just little bit" and he laughed. Tom laughed as well. He wasn't instantly struck down dead and he felt the thrill of having done something incredibly mischievous. A few moments later that thrill was replaced with a feeling that Tom had never felt before. It was like the feeling you had at Christmas when you were a kid. Uncontained joy and excitement. Krzysztof laughed seeing the smile plastered on Tom's face. "It working yes?" "Yeah, I think so" replied Tom "Hey let's put on music" and with that he bounded into his bedroom to find his ipod. Putting it on shuffle he turned it up and felt the urge to dance. This was great. Krzysztof followed him into the room and sat down on the bed. Tom didn't know how long for but they chatted and chose tracks to play and Tom danced in front of Krzysztof. In his euphoric state he didn't notice the way Krzysztof looked at him. A passionate animalistic look of lust. The drug had put Tom completely at ease with this giant of a man. "You want more?" asked Krzysztof suddenly. Tom was too far gone now to give any answer other than yes. "Sure he said" and watched as Krzysztof took out a small bag of the white powder and racked it up in lines on Tom's desk. Krzysztof lent down and snorted two of the lines in quick succession. Tom took the note that he was offered. There were two lines left, much larger than the one he had done in the bathroom. He lent down and snorted one. "And other" prompted Krzysztof. Tom did as he was bid and snorted the second line as well. He felt the wave of the high hit him almost at once and he stood up and titled his head back as it washed over him. He suddenly felt the powerful presence of Krzysztof behind him and as he turned his head to see what had brought the massive builder so close to him he felt Krzysztof's arms encircle his waist and a hand go to his cock. "What... what are you doing?" he stuttered, still caught on the wave of the high. "Mmmmm little baby" was all Krzysztof offered by way of reply and he squeezed Tom's cock through the material of his jeans. It responded at once and was achingly hard within seconds. Tom was powerless in the grip of this huge stud. He was horny as hell though. The high had made him crazy to get off and he felt himself pushing back against the muscle hunk. "Yeah, baby wants me" growled Krzysztof and he let Tom go for the few seconds it took to pull of his vest, exposing his massive physique. Tom tried to turn but Krzysztof grabbed him too quickly and pulled him against him so that they were both facing once more to the front by the desk. Tom could feel Krzysztof's massive pecs pulsating and lent backwards against them as Krzysztof undid his jeans button and pulled both his jeans and boxers down to his knees. Tom was powerless as the effects of the two lines really started to kick in. His exposed teenage cock twitched in the air and his tight little bubble butt was exposed to the builder who held him tightly. Although he couldn't see behind him Tom could not mistake the sound of the zip on Krzysztof's jeans being lowered nor the touch of the man's massive cock head at the entrance to his tight butt hole. In a sudden moment of clarity he realised Krzysztof was going to fuck him. "Wait, Krzysztof, I..." he began but the hunk clamped a hand over his mouth and stopped his protests dead. "Shhh baby" he growled sexily in Tom's ear. Tom felt Krzysztof let go of him and realised he was reaching into his own jeans pocket to get something. Tom breathed deeply, trying to focus, the drug had him overwhelmed and before he could think with any clarity Krzysztof's arms encircled him again and he saw that Krzysztof was holding a small bottle of liquid. "Poppers baby" offered Krzysztof by way of explanation. Tom had no idea what that meant. Krzysztof undid the bottle top and held the bottle to Tom's nose. Tom caught the strong smell and guessed he had to sniff it. He inhaled deeply once and then again. Krzysztof took the bottle and Tom heard him sniff deeply himself. The effect hit him like a freight train. The wave of pleasure washed over him and there were stars in front of his eyes. His cock twitched uncontrollably. "Fuck" he moaned at the effect of the high. "I fuck" growled Krzysztof loudly who was clearly being driven wild by his own poppers rush. The huge muscular man put his hands on Tom's hips and suddenly he drove his monster cock straight into the boy's virgin hole. "ARRRRRRRRRRGH" cried Tom as the pain overcame the cocaine and even the poppers. Krzysztof bear hugged Tom against him as his pushed his cock in right up till the hilt. Tom was shaking uncontrollably in his vice like grip. Krzysztof still had the poppers in his hand and so he undid the lid and held the bottle to his boy's nose. Tom sniffed deeply, wanting anything to overcome the throbbing pain from his arse. Krzysztof lent down and sniffed at the bottle at the same time, the two of them inhaling the high.Krzysztof put the lid on the bottle and put it on the desk. He moved his hands down to Tom's hips and slowly withdrew his cock until only the tip was still inside the young virgin. Then he ploughed it back into the tight hole his huge thighs smacking against Tom's plump arse cheeks. Tom yelled out again but this time there was a cry of pleasure mixed with the exclamation of pain. He was so high all he could think was that he wanted this hunk to destroy his hole. His own cock was solid and leaking precum from the tip. "God Krzysztof" he moaned "fucking do me" The bull of a man needed no more bidding and he began to piston in and out of Tom who gripped the edge of his desk. Krzysztof's strokes were so hard and powerful that the boy was lifted from the floor. Suspended in mid air and held in place between the desk and the iron grip of his muscular builder Tom was nailed. In and in drove Krzysztof, wild on the combined high of coke and poppers. His cock was thick with veins and his bollocks heavy with spunk as he fucking nailed his little baby. "Fuck yeah" he growled "You fucking bitch" His insults, delivered in his thick accent turned Tom on even more. His eyes rolled into the back of his head as he felt a pain and pleasure never experienced before. He could only moan and grunt like the whores he normally dreamt about fucking in the straight porn he watched. The noises from Tom drove Krzysztof on even more. Krzysztof suddenly pulled out of Tom's boy cunt, lifted him up and threw him over onto the bed. Tom lay there panting for breath. He felt down to his arse and could feel his hole gaping at the ramming he had just been given. He looked up at Krzysztof. The man stepped out of his jeans and stood there fully naked. His muscular body was glistening with the sweat of exertion, the beads running down his chest and tattooed arms. His cock was huge and pulsating. Involuntary spasms causing the shaft to quiver every few moments. "You like bitch?" he growled. Fuck thought Tom, this man was a God. His inhibitions were completely gone. "Yeah I like" he panted. "Call me Daddy" Krzysztof grunted. "I like Daddy, I like..." replied Tom feeling his cock throb. "You want Daddy to fuck you?" asked Krzysztof The reality of the massive cock tearing him open again caused Tom to hesitate. "Yes Daddy, but can I have a break..." he pleaded. "No break for little bitch" ordered Krzysztof and he reached out to the desk and picked up the bottle of poppers. He undid the lid and sniffed very deeply. Twice to each nostril. Returning the bottle to the table he stood looking down at Tom. Tom saw the poppers take hold of the stud and he saw the massive cock begin to twitch uncontrollably. Then with a grunt Krzysztof strode forward and grabbed Tom by the ankle, pulling him to him and flipping him onto his front. Two massive tree trunk arms planted down either side of Tom's head as the hunk lowered his massive body onto the boy crushing him. His huge meaty cock, aching with unleashed spunk found its hole and once more drove in deep. "FUUUUUUUUUCK" cried Tom but he was going nowhere. Krzysztof was making animal grunts and moans as he fucked the lad without mercy. If Tom had been nailed moments before this was something else. Drugs drove the massive animal on, adding to his power and stamina. For what seemed like an eternity Tom lay moaning and begging for his Daddy to fuck him as Krzysztof never let up. The only pause was when the builder flipped him onto his front so that his legs now rested on the massive shoulders and bent back down onto him exposing his hole to the air and then the builder began fucking him hard again. The sweat from Krzysztof dripped from his huge pecs and landed on Toms face and in his mouth. The drugged up boy swallowed it down, happy to taste his Daddies manly perspiration. The fucking went on, never letting up until Krzysztof changed pace and began to withdraw his cock all the way then plunge it as hard as he could into Tom. Each slow fuck was twice as powerful as the frantic pumping that had gone before and the whole bed shook as the builder's mighty tool speared Tom right into the gut. Krzysztof let out a huge grunt as he crushed his massive rock solid cock into Tom's tight hole. Tom was completely overcome by the feelings convulsing throughout his entire body. He moaned loudly each time Krzysztof drove into him, staring up into the hunks deep blue passionate eyes, begging him to fuck his hole. "Fuck me Daddy" he moaned over and over as Krzysztof did just that. Krzysztof's huge thrusts slowed momentarily as he lent back and reached for the poppers sat on the desk behind him. Picking up the bottle he undid the lid and lent in close to Tom, his massive shoulders forcing Tom's legs back behind his head so that Krzysztof's face was against his. "Sniff baby" he ordered and held the bottle to Tom's nose. Tom did as he was told and at the same time Krzysztof sniffed them as well. The two of them breathing in the strong odour of the drug and feeling it take hold of them. Krzysztof put the poppers to one side and lent back down to Tom. He began to passionately kiss the young boy, his tongue forcing its way deep into Tom's mouth. The muscle hunk's big full lips completely covered Tom's and completely owned him. Tom closed his eyes as his Daddy desperately and frantically snogged him. The poppers were doing their job and Tom felt their hot flush on his cheeks. At the same time he felt Krzysztof swell even bigger inside him. The stud pulled away and adjusted his position to ensure he could penetrate his young boy's cunt to maximum depth. He placed one huge hand over Tom's mouth and the other around his neck. He was going to cum inside this kid but the drugs in his system meant he was going to have to drill him without mercy. He wasn't going to let Tom even try to ask him to stop. This was about him now and no one else. He began by driving into Tom as deeply and forcefully as he could. He felt the boy buckle and shake at the violation and saw his eyes go wide with a mixture of pleasure and pain. "FUCK" Krzysztof growled. He pulled his massive meat almost completely out the tight hole and let the quivering of his cock massage the boys rim for a moment. Then he smashed it into the little cunt again, and then again and then again. He tightened his grip on Tom's mouth and throat and started to pick up pace. The ipod had run out of music to play and the only sound that filled the room was Krzysztof's massive muscular thighs banging against Tom's bubble butt, the huge roars of Krzysztof as he delivered each thrust and the muffled moans of Tom as he took the massive cock right up his tight hole. Faster and harder the muscular God went. He felt a huge load of cum building at the base of his shaft and he shouted out as he drove into Tom harder and harder, desperate to unleash his seed into his boy. He looked down at Tom who was staring wildly up at him, his eyes watering from being mercilessly ripped in two. Krzysztof gritted his teeth and the massive muscles on his arms bulged taut over thick pumped up veins. He drove Tom down into the bed causing it to creak and the headboard to bang against the wall in time with his massive thrusts. Then with one massive surge his cum was unleashed. It flowed up his massive stiff shaft and exploded out the huge round cock head coating the inside of Tom's arse with thick white spunk. Tom felt the hot mess spewing up inside him into his guts and cried muffled screams of lust and joy into the palm of Krzysztof's hand. "URRRRRRRRRRRRRRRGH" grunted Krzysztof as he slowed down his thrusting and let the convulsing of Tom's arse milk out every last drop of his man seed. Sweat was pouring of his pecs and forehead and he released Tom from his grip and stretched his massive body. Tom looked up with a mixture of awe and longing. "God..." was all he could manage "God..." Krzysztof collapsed on top of him and Tom put his hands around those massive shoulders. Their sweaty bodies pressing tight against each other, Krzysztof's cock still resting inside him. Krzysztof began chewing at Tom's neck and ears and the touch of the man's tongue and teeth caused Tom to moan loudly. "Baby not cum yet" whispered Krzysztof into his ear and at the same time the huge man began to rotate his hips. Tom felt the massive cock stir to life inside him as it slid around in the cum that had just been fired up his arse. "Oh God Daddy" moaned Tom and Krzysztof rolled over onto his back, being careful to keep his dick inside his boy. Tom found himself on top and took a deep breath of air. He placed his hands onto Krzysztof's massive pumped up chest to steady himself and then he began to gyrate his hips. He felt the huge man's cock move inside him and was hit with a new wave of pleasure. Krzysztof held his hips to make sure Tom stayed firmly on his dick but gave him the freedom to move his arse in the motion he wanted. Tom began to gyrate more quickly. It was nothing like the massive pounding Krzysztof had just given him, Tom was being much more careful and slow but the wave of joy rolled over him as he felt Krzysztof's cock brush his prostate. He noticed that the bottle of poppers was still lying on the bed and he picked it up and took a couple more deep sniffs, he held it to Krzysztof who did the same. Tom then began to bounce up and down on the shaft and Krzysztof slowly rotated his hips so that his cock slid back into Tom at a slightly different angle each time, causing new throbs of pleasure and making the boy moan and groan. Tom took hold of his teenage dick and began to slowly stroke his own spunk out. He used the sweat from Krzysztof's body as lube and built up a steady rhythm. "Baby cum for Daddy" growled Krzysztof and Tom began to bounce harder as Krzysztof pushed his hips upwards to help the little boy take every inch of his massive cock. The look of lust on the studs face sent Tom over the edge. "FUUUUUCK" he cried as hot creamy boy spunk sprayed out of his nob head and onto Krzysztof's pecs. "AHHH AHHHH AHHHH" moaned Tom as every last drop dripped out of him. "Fucking good yeah?" asked Krzysztof as Tom looked down at the huge load running over the hunks pecs and nipples. "Fuck yeah Krzysztof" he panted. "Daddy" corrected Krzysztof frowning. "Fuck yeah Daddy" repeated Tom. Quick as a flash Krzysztof rolled over so that Tom was once more underneath him. "Daddy hard again baby" he growled and suddenly and violently he rammed his still stiff cock deep into Tom. "FUUUCK" exploded Tom who was aware of the tenderness in his arse now he had cummed. Krzysztof withdrew and ploughed into him again. "We have all night baby" he promised and he pulled Tom tight against the sticky mess covering his massive chest muscles. He began his relentless pounding rhythm again the bed began to shake again. "Fuck Daddy" was the muffled cry that came from the boy completely encased in the builders huge arms. It was going to be a long night.

Nice to see this hot story come around again, as it has been a perennial favorite of mine since it was written. Although perfect as it is and coming to a hot, satisfying conclusion, I must admit I would also get a huge charge out of a sequel. After this weekend of wonderful debauchery, Krzysztof will have to be back at work on the Kitchen. Seeing what naughtiness the boy and the builder can get into during the construction - seeing how Tom and Krzysztof manage to sneak their chems and their sex below Barbara's attention on her return would be hot - they'd have to make sure there were some underlying "structural issues' with the rehab so that the hot builder needs to spend much more time in their house and in her son's ass, and then, of course, another longer business trip would be needed, but she's thrilled that the nice and trustworthy tradesman will be around to supervise... maybe Tom could invite a school friend who gets seduced, or Tom's real dad stops by to check in and gets swept up in the chem sex nirvana. Certainly, Tom could become Krzystof's apprentice in more ways than one...

So many to choose from, I've done it in the ditch along a busy freeway, numerous restrooms, parks, tearooms, stairways, classrooms when I was in college and grad school, quiet corners in libraries. The most unusual that come to mind at the moment, are breeding the manager of one of those bakery style mall food court restaurants over the chest freezer upstairs above the kitchen in his store, with a girl in the back pew of a university Lutheran Center in the middle of the night, not during services, or right out in the open on a street in Palm Springs, on 2 of the occasions I was bred in a guys driveway around 10 pm (same guy 2 different houses), the other was sucking a well know porn star on a residential street corner a few minutes after I had been 1 of 4 guys gand bred him on a greenway path out of site of the street (happened this summer in fact).

The awesome side benefit to getting a colonoscopy is that your insides are clean as a whistle. So don’t waste the opportunity! I got mind done on a Friday, then went to a fuck party on Saturday evening, stayed late and took seven loads. My regular fuck buddy was recruiting guys to fuck & fill me and I was clean, confident and slutty the whole night.

I hope this epilogue doesn't harm the original two chapters. I've been pondering this wrap up for a while. Six years is a lot of pondering. LOL. I just felt some glimpse into the future was needed. I hope you don't hate it. ============== Epilogue: The boy wakes up in his room, as the time delay lock on his door hums it’s opening tune. It has been 6 years since he signed away his identity. He has served his Master as best he could. He takes a moment to look at himself in the mirror. His body has fully belonged to the Master. He has taken no medication since the fuck flu hit him three weeks after submission. His gaunt frame would make his average cock look huge, had it not been for the cage. The boy ponders his time served. His Master has only allowed him to cum when he chose to see it, rarely more than once a week, sometimes not for longer intervals. The boy looks at the clock, and heads to the kitchen to prepare his Masters breakfast. Once this is is done, he carries the tray skillfully into his Master’s chambers. Something is not right. The Master has not awakened yet. The boy thought this highly unusual. “Master?” the boy says timidly, knowing punishment will come for speaking first. No response. Putting down the tray and approaching the bed, his eyes scan for any movement. Cautiously, he pulls back the covers. His Master lays motionless, seemingly undisturbed. In a nervous tone, the boy calls out again, “M..m..master?” Reaching out, the boy dares to touch his owner, recoiling almost immediately at the coolness he finds. The Master has passed away in his sleep. No more will he use his property. Looking around the boy finds the cabinet his Master had told him he was only allowed to open when the Master was deceased. Inside, he finds some files, with a note on top. *** Boy, If you are reading this, it must mean that I am no longer in this life. You have served me well over the past years. You have been named as my sole heir. It is up to you now to step up and continue the legacy that started with my own Master 10 years before me. I was once in your position. My Master passed his seed to me, and I have passed it to you. Now it is your turn to do the same. *** The boy, already in tears, fully breaks down. His heart is broken at the loss of his Master, that he has come to love. — Arrangements are made, the estate is settled. Upon returning home from the private service, the once boy surveys his once prison, now as the lord of the manor. Turning on the computer, he logs into a familiar profile on the site where he found his Master. There, he sees a 35 yr old showing nearby. It seems the guy has checked his profile out a few times, but has not made contact. A smirk plays on his face as he clicks to message the new boy, and begins the dialogue, fondly remembering his own course years ago. MasterDaddy4u: "Hey boy. Just lurking or willing to go through with it?" Me: "Hey, um, well i dont know about really doing it!" MasterDaddy4u: "Very dom 48 yr old Master, if you come over, you belong to me. And when you speak to me, you should say Sir or Daddy, boy!" The circle of life must continue. The chain will add a new link.

11" x 7". Uniform thickness head to balls. Never felt such pressure upon initial entry, but best fuck by far, ever. Opened my second sphincter like a pro. Still long for that beast of a hawg even after 10 years of him moving away.

I had an experience when I was in Boston years ago that went from a casual hookup to rape. I arranged to meet two guys who wanted to top me. This was before I became a dedicated barebacker, and I communicated that I wanted them to use condoms. Everything was going great and it was really hot letting them both fuck me. But at some point I got pinned down and the fucking got rougher than I prefer ( I’m pretty tight). At that point one guy held me down while the other guy pulled out, took off the rubber and started barebacking me. Finally I stopped resisting. By the time the first guy came I willingly let the second guy breed me too. I think about this often and wonder if it was part of me becoming a total bareback bottom.

4. Varies man to man, due to diet, medications, smoking, etc.

'Please read all sections of the contract and ensure that you are fully aware of the implications and obligations regarding the procedure before signing. 1. By signing this agreement you agree to submit your body to the procedure and that you will be be infected by anal insemination. 2. That you do so of your own free will and have not been coerced into to doing so by any third party. 3. That you are not under the influence of any prescribed medication, drug or illegal substance. 4. That you are not under the influence of alcohol. 5. You must understand that once you have entered the premises (in this case the room hired for the purpose) you are obligated to submit to ALL instructions given by the person, or persons, inside and give up the right to withdraw from the procedure. 6. That you are fully aware of the consequences to your health once you have submitted to the procedure. Date: ../../.... Full Name: .................................. Signature:.................................... As I read through the contract/agreement I felt hot and began to sweat. I was shacking and my stomach was churning. Suddenly it had all become very real. Up to this point I was just incredibly horny. My cock had been hard for the two hours it took to drive to the hotel. My mind was in a whirl. I could just turn around get back in my car and drive home. No one apart from whoever was inside room 327 would ever know and I could continue my life the way it had been upto now. But, I had come this far. At first it was a fantasy. Wanking to bareback porn then moving on to porn depicting guys being pozzed. Submitting themselves, their bodies in the ultimate way possible. Slowly, over a couple of years the fantasy became a need growing stronger all the time until it was an obsession. All I could think about was being knocked up, impregnated, gifted, pozzed, infected with the bug. How another mans toxic seed would take over my body, mutating in every cell and live in me until I die. Now, here was the moment I had desired for so long. Was I going to back out?

Excellent story @aguyinthedesert! What part of that story was not true?

84 so far this month putting my annual total to 695. I'm still on pace for 1000. Thinking about feeding today. 🤤

prolly my first two guys. both older n hung as fuck. spent a weekend wit them and been a slut ever since

Fucking a cum filled hole is a fantastic feeling for a BB top. You can easily push into the open, warm, and wet hole, and when the other guy's cum flows out, you simply push it back in with your own cock. And the thought that several men before me have had fun with this ass makes it even better!

I like your definition of "side". I can assure you it isn't just 20 somethings. GenX and Boomers in PDX waited their entire lives to find a descriptor for their sexual position, and now they are arguing about whether it includes guys who do oral or just guys who don't do either oral or anal. Where do fisters fit in? A lot of fisters and toy users, a lot of them are into penetrating or being penetrated as long as no one even touches an "icky dick".

Of course. You are a cumdump. I am the same. Once I take a load, I want more. It is who I am and who you are. Embrace it!!!

Please let there be more!

I don't know where else to post it, and it might give someone here a chuckle. So I read a post this morning, and it had me filking while making lunch. I decided to share in case anyone else was amused. I'm not going to share who inspired it, but from what I read, he would likely be both amused, and maybe proud. sung to the tune of: Let Me Call You Sweetheart (1948) Bing Crosby Let me call you cumdump. It's all that you're good for. Let me hear you whimper, you want those poz loads more. Men don't want to know you. They think that you're a whore. You'll let the bathhouse breed you. It was never enough before. I don't want to know you. I think that you're a whore. So let me call you cumdump. You know it's all you're for.

Got barebacked at the local kindergarten - and no, I wasn't a lil kid anymore. But I was a teenager still living with his parents and he was a happily married father of four. Well, to be more precise he was married and happily fucking teenage boys on the down low. Since obviously neither my parents nor his unsuspecting wife were to know about us, we didn't really have a place to go. But he had the keys to the kindergarten since the city had employed him as janitor for a number of civic institutions. They had this padded area where all those lil kids could take their midday nap and there he fucked and bred me, surrounded by all kinds of colorful pillows and plushies. It felt a bit surreal to say the least to have a guy more than twice my age fill me with his spunk while a stuffed pink giraffe was staring at us ... 😋

Damn, I think it'd be so hot to crawl in a mans bed and let him demonstrate all his toys on me to loosen my hole and then fuck my brains out with his real toy😵

I'll start by saying I was alot younger then I am now! I had been working out at the YMCA with some friends during the summer. This Y was huge and in a very old building so the men's locker room was huge and had the old style shower set up. You know the poles in the middle with shower heads. As a horny young bro, I couldn't wait to get in there and see some skin! Now most of the guys showering at the time were a lot older then me. Mostly daddies, business men on their lunch break,or guys my age. I was in dick heaven! Most of the guys would sideeye my dick but, everyone there seem to be all business. However one time when I was just about to leave and as I had my back to the pole washing the shampoo outta my hair, a guy behind me said 'damn son, I wish I had that curly shaggy hair!' For that summer I had let my hair grow out abit. I was constantly pushing it outta my eyes! I turned around and this 35ish guy had come in and taken the pole next to me. He was white, tall, and lean. Shaved crew cut and a massive heavy dick. It appeared to my young eyes that it was the size of a baby arm and almost reached his knees! I stood there speechless! He immediately saw me staring and when I looked up, he winked at me. I came back to reality and said I said I was sorry, I didn't mean to stare. He said not to worry and he was used to it. I was proceeded to continue to rinse off as we were now the only ones at this pole. He said you've got quite the tool as well and a nice body for my age. I blushed but, was actually proud of myself cause that was the summer I had really transformed my body and had put on some muscle. He asked how long I had been working out and we chatted for abit. As we did I couldn't keep my eyes of his knob and I proceeded to get a massive hard on! He, of course, noticed and I reached for my towel on the wall. He asked me if I wanted to go back to his place nearby! He said he wasn't a insane [banned word] and he just wanted to give my ass a rub down. Next you know we are at his place! He turns on the radio, he grabs a beer and offers me a coke. I said I'll take a beer...he laughed and asked if he should check ID but, he gave me the bottle he was holding and got him another one. We sat shirtless on his couch and he proceeded to put on some porn. I immediately reached over and grabbed his crotch. He laughed and said bold little fucker! He proceeded to drop his shorts and I was naked in no time! I said that I wanted to get fucked and he replied that he didn't think my young ass could take it. I told him that I wanted to try. He got up and went into the bedroom and then came back with lube, a towel, a silver can, and poppers! I look back and noticed that he never asked me about condoms or if I was cleaned out for fucking. I was horny and already jerking off and I didn't care. He said to get on my knees on the couch so I turned around from the sitting position to the fucking position exposing my starfish for that hose. He started to finger lube me and said I was quite tight but, he could tell my meaty butt was begging for it. He said that if I needed to stop just to tell him and that I was in control. I felt him line up his bell head to my hole and proceed to slowly push in. Now guys, at this point in my life, this was still new to me so it took awhile to get pass the initial O ring and then burned like hell but, my ass was determined to take it. He got it in but, not all. He leaned over and gave me some poppers and as proceeded to go into heat, he'd go a little farther. It's when he proceeded to go pass the second O ring that I panicked abit. He told me to relax and calm down...that was in control and we'd wait until my body adjusted. So we stayed rutted and he rubbed my butt, back, and shoulders. We softly talked over the porn in the background. He kept telling me how good a job I was doing. After I had calmed down and adjusted, he then sprayed the max impact on the towel then handed to me. He instructed me to put into my mouth and breath in quickly then take it out. I proceeded to fly and it seemed my ass budded open! He proceeded to pass my second O ring...and slowly gave me a fucking. He wasn't all the way in but, when he moved foward he layed on my back and wrapped his arms around me and I felt massively full! He proceeded to rub his face in the hair on the back of my head. He'd moan and told me how good my ass felt. I was holding onto the couch with one hand and jerking with other. I'd had initially cum when he entered me but, I was ready to cum again! He upped the speed and I took some more maximum impact. He said he knew a kinky bastard in the making. I moaned a growl! He then took a mouthful of my hair and held on as he started to piston fuck me! I started to moan louder and he kept blowing air outta his nostrils! He then let go of my hair for a moment and asked where he could cum. I was in heat and "very irresponsibly" (wink) said in me! He bit my hair again and came up my ass. He snorted through his nose! I screamed as I felt him push further my young insides and spooged all over the seat cushions below me! I remember he didn't pull out all the way immediately. He layed on my back and as his breathing returned to normal he said that was a great fuck! We had been so loud that I said I hope his neighbors didn't mind?! He's said that they were all gay men and if they had been home, they would have come over the moment they heard us to join in! He pulled out and invited me to use the bathroom if I needed to clean up. Now guys, I sat down on that toilet thinking cum, lube, and everything else would come out but, I was clean as a whistle! Nothing came out! I guess his load was to far up there and that's where it stayed. Sorry to be gross but to add to the reality of this experience, I didn't shit for 24 hours after and still it's was as I had never been fucked! We chatted for abit and then I came again as he watched me jerk off to porn. He said that his door was always open and to come by anytime. Sadly the next time I went to his place he had moved! Stud, I hope life has been good to you. If you're on BZ, then contact me! My ass wants to sit on your pole again and make more memories!

The next two weeks passed in a haze of anticipation and routine. Doug found himself pressing his fingers against the sides of his neck every morning, tracing the faint swell of his glands beneath the skin. They were tender, but not painful—just a quiet reminder that something might be shifting inside him. He’d stand in front of the bathroom mirror, tilting his head to the side, searching for any other sign, any hint that the virus had taken hold. But there was nothing else. No fever, no rash, no crushing fatigue. Just the dull, persistent ache in his throat, like the ghost of a cold that never quite arrived. He didn’t stop taking Chris’s cum. If anything, he sought it out more. Some days, it was just the two of them—Doug on his knees in Chris’s dimly lit bedroom, ass lips working around the thick, salty pulses of cum that Chris groaned out with a filthy, "Take it, you hungry little slut. Soak that poison up." Other times, Jay was there, watching with dark, hungry eyes as Doug milked out every last drop, his own cock leaking pre-cum onto the sheets. Jay would always join in after, his voice rough with approval as he fucked Doug raw, murmuring, "That’s it, baby. Let him fill you up. Let him turn you into one of us." One evening, Jay arrived at Doug’s place with a six-pack of craft beer and a smirk that promised trouble. Doug had just stepped out of the shower, his skin still damp, the towel slung low around his hips. Jay leaned against the kitchen counter, cracking open a bottle, his gaze raking over Doug’s body with that familiar, possessive heat. "You look like you’ve been thinking about something," Jay said, his voice low. "Or someone." Doug exhaled, running a hand over his smooth scalp. "Just… waiting," he admitted. The words felt heavy, like a confession. He’d been carrying the rapid test in his nightstand for days, too nervous to use it, too curious to throw it away. Jay set the beer down and crossed the room in three long strides, his hand cupping Doug’s jaw. "Then let’s find out," he murmured, pressing a slow, deep kiss to Doug’s mouth. His tongue tasted like hops and something darker, something that made Doug’s pulse kick up. "No more waiting." The test was simple, clinical in its design, but the weight of it settled in Doug’s chest as he sat on the edge of the bed, the plastic stick resting on his thigh. Jay stood behind him, hands gripping Doug’s shoulders, thumbs tracing slow circles over the tense muscles. The timer on Doug’s phone ticked down—thirty seconds, then twenty, then ten. His breath hitched when the single line began to blur, then split. A second line, faint but unmistakable, appeared beside the first. Positive. Doug stared at it, expecting fear, or panic, or at least a flicker of regret. But all he felt was a slow, dark thrill uncurling in his gut. His cock twitched, thickening against his thigh. Fuck. He let out a shaky laugh, his voice rough. "I’m— holy shit, I’m actually—" Jay’s grip tightened, his lips brushing the shell of Doug’s ear. "Yeah, you are," he growled. "And you love it." His free hand slid down Doug’s chest, palming the growing bulge in his towel. "Fucking poz now. Just like me." His fingers dipped beneath the terrycloth, wrapping around Doug’s cock, already half-hard and leaking. "Tell me how it feels." Doug groaned, his head falling back against Jay’s shoulder. "Dirty," he gasped. "Fuck, it’s hot. I’m— I’m one of you now." The words sent a jolt through him, his hips jerking into Jay’s grip. "I want you to fuck me. Now. I want to feel it— feel what it’s like to be a poz man railed by another poz man." Jay didn’t need to be told twice. The towel was torn away, Doug’s chest pressed against the mattress as Jay kicked off his jeans, his thick, curved cock already glistening at the tip. There was no preamble, no gentle stretching—just the slick press of Jay’s fingers against Doug’s hole, gathering the spit he’d hocked onto his palm, then the broad, insistent head of his cock pushing in. Doug moaned, his fingers clawing at the sheets. "Fuck, yes—" Jay bottomed out with a groan, his hips slapping against Doug’s ass. "That’s it, take my poz dick," he snarled, his voice rough with lust. "You’re mine now. Fucking ours." His thrusts were punishing, each snap of his hips driving Doug deeper into the mattress, his cock dragging against the sheets with every jolt. "Gonna fill you up, baby. Gonna breed you proper." Doug was babbling, his words dissolving into filthy, breathless pleas. "Yes— fuck, please— I want it, I want your cum, I want to be full of you—" His own cock was aching, trapped beneath him, leaking onto the bed. The knowledge that he was positive now, that Jay was pounding into him raw with no barriers, no lies—it was too much. His orgasm crashed over him without warning, his cock pulsing against the sheets, cum spilling out in thick, messy ropes as he groaned into the pillow. Jay wasn’t far behind. With a guttural groan, he buried himself to the hilt, his cock jerking as he emptied inside Doug, his cum hot and thick, filling him up just like he’d promised. "Fuck, fuck—" Jay’s voice was ragged, his body trembling as he rode out the last of his climax. He collapsed forward, his chest heaving against Doug’s back, his lips pressing against the sweat-slick skin of Doug’s shoulder. "Goddamn," he panted. "You take my cum so good, baby." Doug was still trembling, his ass clenching around Jay’s softening cock, keeping him inside. But Doug was still hard somehow. He turned his head, catching Jay’s mouth in a sloppy, desperate kiss. "Flip over," he gasped against Jay’s lips. "I want to— I want to give it back. I want to fuck you with my poz load." Jay’s eyes darkened, his cock twitching inside Doug at the words. "Fuck yes," he growled. They shifted in a tangle of limbs, Doug rolling onto his back, his cock still wet with his own release. Jay straddled him, reaching back to guide Doug’s slick cock against his hole. "C’mon, baby. Fill me up. Recharge me." Doug groaned as he pushed inside, the tight, familiar heat of Jay’s ass gripping him like a vice. He bottomed out with a shudder, his hands gripping Jay’s hips hard enough to bruise. "You’re mine," Doug snarled, the words tearing out of him. "Fucking mine now." He snapped his hips up, driving into Jay with a ferocity that left them both gasping. The knowledge that he was infecting Jay all over again, that his cum was toxic now, that he was marking him—it sent him spiraling. His orgasm hit him like a freight train, his cock pulsing deep inside Jay as he came, his vision whiting out for a second. "Fuck— Jay— Jay—" Jay milked him through it, his own cock jerking between them, cum splattering across Doug’s chest as he moaned, "Yes— fuck, yes—" They collapsed together afterward, a sweaty, sticky mess, Jay sprawled across Doug’s chest, their breaths slowly steadying. Doug’s fingers traced idle patterns along Jay’s spine, his mind still buzzing with the reality of it all. He was positive. He was one of them now. The next morning, Doug found Arthur in his office at the clinic, leaning back in his chair with a smirk that said he already knew. Doug didn’t even have to say the words—he just slid the rapid test across the desk, the two pink lines glaring up at them both. Arthur’s grin widened. "Well, fuck," he said, leaning forward to snatch up the test. "Look at you, joining the club." He tossed it back down and reached for his prescription pad. "We’ll get you confirmed with bloodwork, but I’d bet my license that’s accurate." He scribbled something out, then slid the slip of paper toward Doug. "Lab’s down the hall. Go get ‘em, tiger." Doug should’ve felt nervous. He should’ve felt something other than the giddy, disbelieving thrill that had been humming under his skin since last night. But all he could manage was a breathless laugh as he tucked the requisition into his pocket. "I— yeah. Okay." Arthur’s hand shot out, gripping Doug’s wrist. "Hey." His voice was suddenly serious, his dark eyes searching Doug’s face. "You good?" Doug swallowed, the weight of the question settling in his chest. Was he? He thought of Jay’s hands on him last night, the way Chris had looked at him like he was prey, the way Piet and Arthur had always made him feel like he belonged. He thought of the way his body had responded—not with fear, but with hunger. "Yeah," he said, his voice steady. "I’m good." Arthur’s grin returned, sharp and knowing. "Then let’s celebrate." The dinner party at Arthur and Piet’s was almost ready to go by the time Doug arrived, Jay in tow. The apartment smelled like garlic and wine, the low hum of conversation and laughter wrapping around them as they stepped inside. Piet was at the stove, stirring something that smelled rich and spicy, while Arthur lounged on the couch with a glass of red wine, his tie already loosened. He looked up as they entered, his gaze locking onto Doug with a heat that made Doug’s skin prickle. "About time," Arthur drawled, setting his wine down. "We were starting to think you’d chickened out." Jay snorted, shedding his jacket and tossing it onto the back of a chair. "Please. Doug’s got more balls than the both of you combined." Piet turned from the stove, wiping his hands on a dish towel. His eyes flicked between them, landing on Arthur with a slow, appraising look. "Well?" he asked, his voice smooth. "Did the lab call yet?" Doug’s pulse jumped. Arthur nodded, "Yeah. It’s— official." A beat of silence. Then Doug let out a low, triumphant "Fuck yes!" and Arthur lunged off the couch, crossing the room in two strides. His hands cupped Doug’s face, his mouth crashing down in a bruising kiss. Doug melted into it, his hands gripping Arthur’s waist, the taste of wine and something darker on Arthur’s tongue. When they broke apart, Arthur’s eyes were dark with lust. "Welcome to the family, pozboy," he murmured. Piet was there a second later, his lips pressing to the side of Doug’s neck, his teeth grazing the sensitive skin just below his ear. "We’ve been waiting for you," he whispered, his breath hot. Jay crowded in behind Doug, his chest pressing against Doug’s back, his hands sliding around to palm Doug’s cock through his jeans. Doug groaned, his head falling back against Jay’s shoulder as Piet’s mouth found his again, their tongues tangling. Arthur’s fingers were already working at Doug’s belt, his voice a rough growl. "Clothes. Off. Now." The command sent a jolt through Doug, his cock throbbing as Jay’s hands joined Arthur’s, stripping him bare in seconds. The cool air of the apartment hit his skin, but he barely noticed—all he could focus on was the heat of their bodies surrounding him, the way their hands roamed over him like they owned him. Piet dropped to his knees, his mouth wrapping around Doug’s cock without warning, his tongue swirling around the head before taking him deep. Doug’s fingers tangled in Piet’s dark hair, his hips jerking forward helplessly. Arthur’s lips crashed against his again, his teeth nipping at Doug’s lower lip. "You’re ours now," he growled. "No more hiding. No more waiting." His hand gripped Doug’s cock at the base, pulling him free of Piet’s mouth with a wet pop. "On the table. Now." Doug didn’t hesitate. He let Jay guide him backward until the edge of the dining table hit the back of his thighs, then he was lying down, the cool wood against his bare back, his cock jutting up, leaking pre-cum onto his stomach. Arthur was already stripping, his cock springing free, thick and flushed. He crawled onto the table, straddling Doug’s chest, his ass hovering over Doug’s face. "Lick me open, pozboy," he ordered, his voice dark with command. "Get me ready." Doug groaned, his hands gripping Arthur’s thighs as he pulled him down, his tongue pressing against Arthur’s tight hole. The taste of him was musky, salt and sweat, and Doug drowned in it, his tongue working in deep, hungry strokes. Behind him, he heard the slick sounds of lube, then Jay’s voice, low and filthy. "Fuck, look at you. Spread out for us like a good little slut." A second later, Jay’s cock was pressing against Doug’s ass, the broad head stretching him open. Doug moaned against Arthur’s skin, his hips lifting instinctively, taking Jay in deep. "Yes— fuck, yes—" Piet’s mouth was on Doug’s cock again, his lips sealing around the head, his tongue swirling as he took him to the back of his throat. Doug’s vision blurred, his body caught between the three of them—Jay’s cock pounding into his ass, Arthur’s hole tightening around his tongue, Piet’s mouth sucking him off with relentless precision. He was owned. He was theirs. Arthur’s cock was leaking onto Doug’s chest, the tip brushing against his lips. Doug opened without hesitation, taking him in, the taste of pre-cum flooding his mouth. Arthur groaned, his hips rolling, fucking Doug’s face in shallow, desperate thrusts. "Gonna cum down your throat, pozboy," he gasped. "Gonna breed you proper." The words sent Doug over the edge. His cock pulsed in Piet’s mouth, cum spilling down his throat as he cried out around Arthur’s cock. Jay’s rhythm faltered, his cock swelling inside Doug before he came with a guttural groan, his cum flooding Doug’s ass. Arthur followed a second later, his release hitting the back of Doug’s throat in thick, salty spurts. Doug swallowed every drop, his body trembling with the force of his own climax, his mind blank with pleasure. They collapsed together afterward, a tangle of limbs and sweat-slick skin, the table groaning under their weight. Doug’s body ached in the best way, his ass throbbing, his cock still half-hard, leaking cum onto his stomach. Jay’s arm was draped over his chest, his breath warm against Doug’s neck. Arthur was sprawled beside him, one hand lazily tracing patterns on Doug’s thigh, while Piet pressed a kiss to his shoulder, his lips curved in a satisfied smirk. "Welcome home," Piet murmured. Later, long after the others had passed out, after Arthur had ridden Doug's cock and Piet had dumped a load in him—Arthur and Piet curled together on the couch, Jay snoring softly in the guest room—Doug lay in Arthur’s bed, staring up at the ceiling. The city lights bled through the half-open blinds, casting long, shifting shadows across the walls. His body still hummed with the ghost of their touch, his ass sore, his throat raw. He pressed a hand to his chest, feeling the steady, unrelenting beat of his heart. He was positive. The word didn’t feel like a sentence anymore. It felt like a key, unlocking something inside him he hadn’t even known was there. The fear was still there, lurking at the edges, but it was drowned out by the rush of something darker, something freer. He thought of the way Jay had looked at him when he’d flipped him over, the way Arthur had kissed him like he was precious, the way Piet had swallowed his cum like it was communion. He was one of them now. No more hiding. No more waiting. Doug exhaled slowly, his fingers curling into the sheets. The future stretched out before him, uncertain and bright and terrifying. But for the first time, he wasn’t afraid to step into it. He closed his eyes, a slow, filthy smile curling his lips. Bring it on.

After a day at the beach, Trey walked home. Because it was still extremely hot, he was only wearing basketball shorts. You could see the sweat from his neck slowly dripping down his hot body. The almost 19-year-old boy was blessed with good genes, which gave him a very athletic body that he didn't have to work hard for. Because of the defined v-shape, his basketball shorts hung low, which showed that he didn't have a six-pack but an eight-pack, and because of his tanned skin, his long blond hair looked even blonder. Suddenly, a car pulled up next to him and he heard the driver say "Do you need a ride?" Trey looked through the open window and saw that it was David — the former captain of the local football team that his brother also played for. This was the first time he had seen David since he was kicked off the team for unknown reasons when he was 21. Because he is also not wearing a t-shirt, Trey can clearly see that he had changed in the last 3 years. His muscular torso was covered in tattoos. "I have Gatorade from the cooler... if you like" says David. Trey thinks OKAY and hops in the car. David takes two bottles of Gatorade from the cooler on the back seat and gives one to Trey. David takes a sip and sees how Trey drinks three quarters of the bottle in one go. They drive away and while they are talking, David sees out of the corner of his eye that Trey is looking at his body. "Do you also want a tattoo?" David asks, to which Trey answers with "Yes, but I don't think my mother would approve". "Just wait a few years. When you live on your own, you can do what you want" David says laughing as he puts his hand on Trey's upper leg. Trey feels a shock go through his body because David's fingers touched his balls. Trey quickly looks away and sees that they are no longer driving towards his house. “You are driving the wrong way,” Trey says, to which David replies that he has to drop off the cooler with Gatorade first and that he would bring him home when it's done. “Is that okay?” he asks. To which Trey nods. After 5 minutes they arrive at a house with the windows taped shut. After David gets out and opens the cardoor to get the cooler, he asks if Trey wants to help him carry a gym bag. “Be careful, because there is expensive equipment in there,” David says. When they enter the house they are greeted by a dark guy in his late 20s with a muscular body who leads them to the kitchen. While David talks to the guy, Trey gets dizzy. David sees this and grabs him and brings him to the living room. “Sit down before you fall” David says. Trey plops down on the couch. What Trey doesn't know is that the Gatorade he drank earlier also contained G and liquid Viagra, which is now affecting his mind and body. When he looks around, he sees about 10 guys sitting on the couches and on the floor. Most of them are no longer wearing t-shirts and none of them are older than 25. Trey can't take his eyes off the athletic and muscular bodies in the room and sits there mesmerized as they work with bongs and blow out big white clouds. Trey had sex with lots of girls over the last 2 years and considers himself straight, although muscular male bodies have always intrigued him. But now he's feeling different, looking at them makes him fucking horny. Then suddenly someone plops down next to him on the couch. Trey turns his head and looks straight into the blue eyes of Kaden, who until last year worked as a lifeguard at the beach where he always goes. Every time he saw him on the beach, Trey was impressed by his body and could watch him from a distance for hours. Kaden blows out a cloud of smoke and asks “Do you want a hit?” Without knowing what he’s agreeing to, Trey nods and listens in a trance-like state to the explanation. When the stem is pressed between his lips and he hears “NOW” he begins to suck in steadily. When his lungs are full he blows it all out to quickly. “No, you have to hold it in your lungs longer before you blow it out… one more time!” says Kaden. After two more tries he gets the hang of it and blows thick clouds. After 7 hits Trey is so horny that he doesn't even realize that he has pulled his thick 10" cock out of his shorts and is pumping the shaft with both hands while a constant stream of precum flows from his glans. "WOW" says David to Shawn - the name of the dark muscular guy - while he is filming from a distance. "He's going to make a lot of money" answers Shawn who is filming another group with a camera. David moves a little closer to get a good view of Kaden explaining to Trey how a gunshot works. The first few are awkward, but on the third Trey pushes his tongue into Kaden's mouth, which ends in a fierce game of tongue wrestling. Kaden pulls his head away and stands on the couch. He pulls his hard 9” cock in advance and presses his glans against Trey’s lips, who automatically opens his mouth. Slowly the cock slides further into his mouth. Without being instructed he places his hands on Kaden’s hips and instinctively begins to suck and lick. In the meantime, pre-cum continues to flow from the glans of Trey’s cock — which is standing straight up. Kaden beckons a twink boy and points to that pre-cum covered cock. The twink takes a seat between Trey’s legs and swallows the entire length in one go. A wave of pleasure goes through Trey’s body, which relaxes his throat further, allowing Kaden to slide his cock deeper inside. Kaden takes Trey’s hands and maneuvers them to his nipples. The twink gets a point pressed into his hands by David and knows exactly what is expected. He takes the dick out of his mouth and wipes the cock clean and dry. The cock is so hard that the veins are clearly visible and while Trey is distracted the twink finds a vein. He pulls the plunger back to see if it’s in the vein and then slowly pushes the contents in. After removing the point, the twink massages the penis to ensure the Tina enters the bloodstream. Trey’s eyes open wide as an intense wave rips through his body. This is the signal for Kaden to pull his cock out. After heavy coughing , Trey throws his head back and tenses his abs, making his eight-pack even more visible and making his cock swell. Ropes of cum shoot out of his cock as he lets out a deep groan. The twink doesn’t hesitate for a moment, turns around and with force pushes his tight hole onto the cock. “I can feel his cum filling me up completely… can’t wait until his cum is toxic too” the twink moans! After 5 minutes the twink lets the cock slide out of his ass and there is still cum dripping from the glans. “I’m so fucking horny… I want more!” Trey groans. To which Kaden responds, “You’re going to get more, but we have to go to the bathroom first.” He helps him up and guides him to the bathroom. After half an hour, Trey comes out of the bathroom groaning and drops onto the couch. A huge horniness is building inside his ass, so he pulls up his leg and tries to push two of his fingers inside. Kaden sits between his legs and pushes his fingers away. He asks, “Can I help you?” and Trey groans “Yes”. He grabs lube and squirts it on the ass and on the fingers of his right hand. With his left hand he shakes some white powder from a bag over the fingers, after which he starts to push two inside. “An extra booty bump wouldn’t hurt” says Kaden grinning. The sphincter relaxes more and more and after 10 minutes there are 4 fingers inside. “I’ve been dreaming about this since I first saw you” says Kaden. To which Trey replies with “I didn’t know what I really wanted, but now I know I never want anything else”. “We can give you something that will bond us forever… a gift that makes you part of our group… Do you want that?” Kaden asks. “YES… GIVE” Trey pleads. “Just know that you can’t go back!” Kaden said. “I WANT IT… I WANT YOU!” This was what Kaden wanted to hear. He pulled his fingers out, lubed up his cock and placed the head of his cock against the closing sphincter. With a firm grip he pushed his cock in until he could take no more. Trey’s mouth was wide open but he made no sound. Kaden pulled his cock out and rammed it back in. He repeated this until the head of his cock passed the second sphincter. The feeling of the second sphincter gripping his cock head caused him to deposit his POZ seed deep inside that NEG ass for the first time. “Feel that… that’s my POZ seed that will bond us forever” Kaden groaned. As the second sphincter relaxed he began to fuck the ass hard. “GIVE ME MORE CUM… MAKE ME POZ TOO” Trey groaned. After 40 minutes of pumping and 4 loads of POZ seed Kaden pulled out and yells “Who’s next?”. “Me” shouted a familiar voice. “We are already blood relatives… but after today we share even more”. Trey watched as his nephew TJ, who is a month younger, took a seat between his legs and in one smooth movement slid his 8” cock inside. Later David told that TJ became part of the group on the day he turned 18. After TJ, more guests followed who deposited their POZ semen. The next day Trey was told that everything had been filmed and that they would put the film on their site “POZSLAM” where their donors could stream the film for a fee. He was given the choice: face unrecognizable and then not share in the proceeds or recognizable in the picture and no longer have to work. Trey chose the latter and was a success from day 1. In the first month all members had earned 7000 dollars each from that one film. Two weeks after the initiation Trey got the fuckflu and he tested positive. He also had someone in mind for the next meeting who could be an asset to the group. There is a 19-year-old Moroccan guy who has moved into the street and who is very eager to make new friends and Trey can't wait to pump gallons of POZ cum up his ass. SHALL I CONTINUE?

As far back as I can remember, I’ve always had an obsession with piss. The idea of attaching myself to a man's cock and savouring its piss both excited and disgusted me at the same time. The sense of degradation that came with it scared me, yet it also obsessed me. I remember one time, on a simple August day, I opened Grindr and saw, just a few hundred meters away, the profile of a man with the nickname "need to piss" He was much older than me, around his fifties. I just knew I couldn't resist. I messaged him to come over to my place—I was home alone, and no one would disturb us. I would finally give in to my fantasy... Not a single drop was wasted. The taste was incredibly strong, much stronger than I had expected. And yet, it was irresistible. I couldn't do anything but take in every last drop of his urine. I had never felt so grateful in my entire life.

Well here I was, locked in a police cell for the night because of a dumb dare made by some friends who disappeared as soon as the patrol car lights appeared, leaving me with no way back over the fence. (Note to self: get some new friends.) The two cops had been taking a break parked well down the dark alley out of the way like and it would just have to be the alley with the fence and the gleaming virgin wall just itching for some spray paint. Lights, action, caught!!! At least it was a quiet night. I was the only resident of the dark, gloomy holding cell. Half of the lights were broken or just plain missing. Anyhow, damn. I had just turned legal and now I had a record. I hadn't made my one phone call as I was trying to avoid telling my parents I wasn't staying at my buddy Billy’s place for the night but rather that the cops had picked me up while I was out spraying. Laying here on the pallet I found myself horny. I hadn’t had my nightly wank, so I figured 'What the hell? I’m full of testosterone and four wanks a day barely keep my cock down. Oh yeah, I guess I should describe myself. I'm Ben, I’m just 18, I'm 5’5” but definitely a gym rat as I take after my Dad, and he started me early. At 18 I’m packing some serious muscle and a real nice beer can cock. You know the type: kinda short, only 5”, but thick as your wrist and a big mushroom head. Light brown hair cut high and tight like my Dad. Yup. You guessed it. I’m an army brat and nice enough looking to turn heads. I must have dozed off as I was startled when the outside door clanged open and in the dim light I saw a figure walking into the hallway. The glint of his badge told me he was a cop. He turned around and locked the outer door to the cells and walked down the line to the last cell in the row where I was put for giving some bad mouth to the duty officer, practically in the dark. He was big not just tall but seemed to darken the room. I couldn’t see his face in the gloom and his peaked cap hid his face. His baton clanked the bars some more to ensure I was awake before he spoke with a deep voice seemingly coming all the way up from his very shinny boots. “So you’re the bad mouthed twink that’s messing up my quiet night on cell duty. That don’t make me happy, not one bit boy, so you’re going to pay. Only the skeleton crew is on tonight, boy, and it's just going to be you and me for the next hour at least," he drawled. Fuck I’m so screwed, I thought. “Now boi get your face over here against the bars so I can have a good look at you." I got up and trepedaciously walked over, saying "I'm sorry, officer, that I've ruined your night. Don't worry, I'll be really quiet. I won't be a bother to you at all." The officer just smirked. Once I was at the bars I could see his handsome face, tight cropped beard. I could also see he was built like the brick shit-house that stood in my grandmother's back yard. He put away his baton and in a flash his big hand was round my throat pulling me up on my toes and choking me, his other big hand grabbed my crotch pulling me hard against the bars with a clunk. “You do as you’re told and you might just survive the night boy, but you better keep your gob shut.”

thankfully, I virtually never have that problem. In my experience, tops are thrilled to have pig bottoms like me around they can spill seed in the way nature intended males for sport sex.

What convincing? It’s absolutely down to whatever the top wants. If he wants to serve it up raw, I can’t stop him.

Very vivid memory of the first guy that fucked me. It actually didn't go very far as I was drunk as hell and clearly tight as hell. He barely got his dick into me once; we ended up blowing each other.! But officially he was the first dick I had in my ass! It was the mid-80's, I was 18-19, he was some crazy handsome, furry chested, bearded Italian guy who picked me up when I was walking home drunk from a party. Still remember being fascinated by all that fur. Also remember being so drunk and horny I had my head in his lap to blow him in the car, even before we got to his house! And those it didn't progress very far, that feeling of a man's hard cock pushing between my ass cheeks is totally unforgettable. The guy had a pretty unique name and I did some internet searching....found a pic of him now, in his 70's. Still a really fit, handsome man. I'd let him fuck me again and I bet it would go a lot easier now😈

I tend to agree, it is hotter having all the activity going on around you. It also pushes me into a "competitive" bottom mode. I'll see a bottom get up or pull away in the middle of an intense session & it just reminds me that I'm not going to be that bottom. Then when I'm in the middle of a group being brutally fucked & loaded, I'll get to the point where I'm done because it hurts or I'm just not feeling it any more & I remember the bottom I just watched. I use that as motivation to keep myself available for the tops that are using me. Even though I'll often end up in tears, exshausted & barely able to walk, I'm satisfied because I know I took more & I took it better than "that other guy". Plus it's what I wanted anyway, so I'll be happy with myself & have something to jack off to till the next time!