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Mistaken Identity Chapter 1 – Two Brothers Nate always worshipped his older brother Alan. The two were inseparable growing up. They were close in age, being just 1 year apart. They looked exactly alike and were often mistaken as twins. They were both 5’ 11, dirty blonde, blue eyed, with a swimmer’s build. They were each other’s best friend and were each other’s confidant. Everything seemed to change once Alan turned 18, started college, and started hanging with a completely different scene of people. Alan started to feel distant to Nate. Alan had become secretive and would spend most of his time away from his brother and other family. Nate had assumed this was a result of his older brother coming out as gay. Or rather trying to stay in the closet to the family. He had told his brother that he was gay years ago and Nate took the news quite well. They were unsure how the rest of the family would take the news, so they kept it to themselves. This had previously help strengthen their relationship. Nate was unsure why his older brother was keeping him at such a distance. This distance grew as they aged to the point that Nate had turned 18 and Alan was now 19. They both lived at home but Alan never seemed to have time for Nate anymore. Nate had decided to play detective and spy on his older brother. He would steal glances at text messages when he could and linger just out of sight to listen to pieces of conversations. He heard a lot about partying and assumed that his brother had new friends that drank all the time. He even caught a message on his brother’s phone talking about a party coming up that coming weekend. He looked over from behind his brother and caught the response. Alan had responded that it was a perfect weekend because his parents were going to be out of town for the whole week so they would have plenty of time to recover. The weekend came and Mom and Dad left Alan in charge of the house. They said their goodbyes and took off to the airport. Alan turned to his younger brother. A: I am going to take off in a while. Nate you’re old enough to take care of yourself for a few days. I trust you. I’m probably not coming home so you’ll be on your own for the weekend. I’m gonna spend the night with the guys. N: Oh, a party or something? A: Yeah, you can say that. N: I like parties. Can I come with you? A: Ahh, well. I don’t think it’s really your scene. N: You know I’m ok with dudes with dudes. That’s not my thing but being around gay guys doesn’t matter to me. A: That’s not what I meant. It’s just not that place to bring your little brother along. Maybe next time, bro. He set his phone down absent mindedly and left to his bathroom to go shower. Alan disappeared and Nate could hear the shower start. He knew he had a few minutes before his brother got out of the shower. Nate picked up his brother’s phone and unlocked the screen. He looked at the last couple text messages. There was a time and an address to meet up at. Nate thought this must be where the party is gonna be at? Maybe he should crash the party to see what all the fuss was about. Nate placed the phone back where he had picked it up. He had a plan set in his mind that he would show up at this party and mingle with some of the guys to show his brother that he was cool enough for his friends. He would show up early before his brother was planning on showing up (according to his texts) and try to be the coolest guy at the party. He ran up and jumped in the other bathroom to shower himself. He got out of the shower and picked out his “coolest outfit” to try and impress the guys at the party. He hoped that he wasn’t dressing too straight. He really wanted to fit in. These guys were obviously important to his brother, so he wanted to make sure they liked him. He picked out pants, shirt, and a pair of teal boxers for the party. He put the boxers on and left the other clothing on his bed. He threw on some basketball shorts and walked out to the living room. Nate was sitting on the living room couch watching tv, waiting for his brother to zoom past him on his way out. Alan came out wearing a shirt and some jeans. Nate thought that he looked very laid back for a party and began second guessing his choice of clothes he had picked out. Alan’s phone rang and he started a conversation in the kitchen just within earshot of his little brother. A: yeah I’m leaving now. I wanna get some favors to show up with. Yeah, I know I don’t have to bring anything but I don’t wanna be a mooch. I have a guy I’m gonna hit up and then I’ll be along. Shouldn’t take me that long. I should still be there before 9 pm. That’s plenty of time. Yeah I know you can’t wait. I can’t wait either. Alan hung up his phone and walked back into the living room. A: Okay little bro. I’m going to head out. You know I’m trusting you to keep yourself safe while I’m gone. Text me if any emergency pops up, I have no idea when I’ll be checking my phone because the music will be really loud. But don’t worry, I’ll get back to you when I can. Okay, I’ll probably see you on Sunday or Monday if I’m hung over. We good? N: Yeah, we good. Have fun. And just like that, Alan walked out of the house and drove off into the night. Nate looked at his phone. It was 7:30 pm and his brother said he would show up around 9 pm. He had to hurry to make his window. He ran upstairs and throws on the jeans he had out on his bed. He changed his mind on the shirt he picked out. It was too dressy. His brother’s look was relaxed and he wanted to dress the same vibe. He threw on a plain black shirt. He picked up his phone and ordered an uber. The driver was close so he ran down to the front of the house. He locked up and jumped into the uber when it arrived. Chapter 2 – Crashing the Party Nate arrived at the address he had gotten from his brother’s phone. He must be early because there wasn’t that many cars on the street. The house seemed very nice and it seemed to be a mostly quiet neighborhood. He remembered that his brother said he had plenty of time. The others must be showing up around 9 pm or later like his brother was. He looked at his phone and it was 8:10 pm. Nate was nervous that he might be too early but knew he had to get there before his brother did or his plan would be ruined. Nate swallowed his fear and walked up to the door. He rang the doorbell. A tall black man answered the door with a smile and without a word, ushered the 18 year old inside the house. The door shut and the man turned to the teen. M: I’m glad you came. And early too. Welcome back to Casa de Marcus. I hope your stay will be as comfortable as last time. N: oh no, my brother Alan is showing up later. I’m Nate. I just came to see how fun Alan’s parties are. If that is alright with you? Marcus thought to himself – Nate huh. This little snow bunny is role playing his first time. That’s cute. Okay, I can play along. M: Well the Nate. Come on in. Make yourself comfortable on my couch. Marcus ushers Nate to his couch. They both sit down and Marcus stares down the teen for a moment. A nervous Nate gulps. N: Umm. I hope you don’t mind having a straight guy crash your party. M: oh, that is quite alright. We love it when straight guys join us for our parTys. Oh where are my manners. Would you like a drink to get the night started. Nate thinks he is talking about an alcoholic drink. He thinks about it for a moment before answering. N: Umm, sure. If you don’t mind. I just need to finish it before Alan shows up. I don’t know how he would feel seeing me drink. Marcus gets up from the couch and walks into his kitchen. While he waits for his host, he looks around the house, taking in all that he can see. He thinks to himself – this is cozy. Must be a small gathering. I thought it would be a wild party but it still is early. Marcus returns with 2 glasses of coke. He hands one of the glasses to Nate. M: I made it the same as last time you. Oh wait, that way that Alan likes it. N: Thank you. Nathan took a drink of the coke. He assumed it was a rum and coke but has never drank any alcohol before, so he thinks the taste of G is the taste of alcohol. He thinks it’s just a strong drink but doesn’t want to be seen as a prude. N: oh wow. He gulps down half of the drink and holds off another drink for a moment. Marcus views the gulping as a sign of eagerness on his part. M: Did you want another drink? N: Not right now, maybe in a bit. I’m still working on this one. Nate gulps down the last of the drink and gives the empty glass to his host. M: Go ahead and make yourself comfortable and we can get the parTy started in a little while. But go ahead and put something on the tv. The remote it there on the coffee table. The cable is HDMI 1 and the porn is on HDMI 2. Nate innocently thought he was joking about the porn. He turned the tv to cable was started channel surfing. Marcus gets up and returns to the kitchen. Nate moves to the center of the couch. Marcus returns with another round of drinks. M: here you go little man. I made this one with less and more coke. He was lying through his teeth. He made the drinks with the same generous amount of G as before. Nate, not wanting to be impolite, took the supposedly weaker drink. He gulped it down as before, believing it would help with how nervous he was feeling. Marcus just sat there on the couch next to the teen as he channel searched. It was about 15 minutes later that he noticed the teen starting to melt into the couch. The G was in full effect. Nate looked slightly lethargic and googly eyed. Marcus was caught off guard. The last time Alan was over, he was able to ingest the same amount of G with no problem. He thought maybe it was more of the role playing. Maybe the straight boy needed to be seduced. Marcus moved over to the teen. M: Okay I think it’s time to start the parTy. Marcus pulls out a pipe from his pocket. It is already filled with T in the bulb. It’s already a dry puddle. He pulls out a lighter and lights the bulb. He takes a hit and blows out a cloud. He thinks to himself, lets have fun with this teen’s role playing of a first timer. M: Hey boy, since this is your first time straight man, I’ll help you out. Here, breath in when I tell you too and hold your breath until I say release. Marcus pushes the pipe to Nate’s mouth. He lights the bulb and the smoke starts rising from the bulb. M: okay, now breath in. Good boy. Now hold it. Hold it. Hold it. Okay, now release. Nate blows out a cloud and is cheered on by Marcus. N: That was a lot of smoke. What was that? Was that weed? M: No, something better than weed. N: Is it natural? M: of course. Now take another hit. Nate. Takes 3 more hits before the pipe is put down on the coffee table. Marcus waits until the teen is obviously starting to feel the T. He checks Nate’s eyes and sees that they are like huge black saucers with a thin blue ring. M: Okay, straight boy. Do you feel warm in here? Its warm right? I know you think it’s warm. Before Nate can answer to agree with him, Marcus starts pulling Nate’s shirt off. M: You won’t need this shirt. Nice jeans. You wont need these either. Marcus pulls the jeans right off the teen and whispers in his ear M: (whisper) That’s okay. You don’t need those clothes. You’re in your underwear and I am too. This is when the parTy starts. Some good smoke and showing off some skin. The G is making the teen malleable and the T was making him horny. Nate looks over at Marcus to watch him strip down to a pair of boxers. Marcus then turns the tv to HDMI 2 and starts the porn playing. The moans, even though they are from men, begin to turn Nate on and he starts to fill out his boxers with his semi hard on. Nate realizes he is feeling super relaxed and starting to get a little horny for some unknown reason. He brushed it off on the “alcoholic drink” he had when he arrived. Nate was happy to hear that the party was starting. But he was a bit perplexed that it was still just him and Marcus. Where was everyone else? Oh well, guess they’ll get here when they get here. It’s so cool to show up to a party late, right? He thought that he needs to remember that next time he goes to a party. M: oh damn baby boy. You are looking good in those boxers. Bet you look even better in a jockstrap. N: yeah, I would. I know I have a great ass haha. M: I have a pair you can try on for me. Before everyone else gets here. Nate was super high on the G and Tina. He was game for anything at this point. All his inhibitions seemed to fade away. N: I guess I don’t mind. I mean this is a gay party. When in Rome … M: Cool Alan, I mean Nate. Let’s head over to my bedroom to try them on. Chapter 3 – The Room Marcus ushered Nate into a dimly lite room about twice the size of his own bedroom. Nate looked around and saw a large sofa, a large bed, some kind of swing/harness thing, and a wooden cross in the room. He saw a big screen tv on each wall, all playing the same video playlist as the tv in the living room. Marcus takes Nate over to the couch and sat him down. He walked over to a dresser and brought some items with him which he placed on the coffee table in front of the sofa. Nate staired down at another weird pipe that he recognized from earlier, a small brown bottle, a bag of some kind of crystals, and a pencil box. Marcus handed a handful of bunched up jockstrap to Nate. Nate still in his mental fog took a moment to realize what Marcus was waiting on. He stood up and dropped his boxers in front of Marcus like he was changing in the locker room. Marcus took in the view of white gold before him. Though the room was dimly lit, he could see the teens white body. It was practically glowing in the dark. Nate took a minute to try and figure how to put the underwear on. This time gave Marcus a good show of the teen’s cut dick. When Nate finally figured it out he turned his back to his host. Marcus got a view of the beautiful teen ass. He just knew the teen was just teasing him waiting for him to lunge at that ass. Then the jockstrap was on and it framed the white boy ass perfectly. Marcus’s boxers were straining, his cock trying to rip through the material. Marcus grabbed up the new pipe and filled it. He took a monster rip and then a second. He handed the pipe over to Nate. M: Do you think you learned how to do it yourself now? N: Yeah, I think I’ve got it. Nate flicked the lighter and started twisting the pipe. Inhale, hold, hold, hold, and then release of a huge cloud. He tried to hand the pipe back to Marcus but he refused. M: Nice hit man. Go ahead and show me how it’s done again. Nate took another huge hit. Exhale. Then another after another. He took 5 good hits and was feeling the greatest he ever felt in his life. Marcus walked toward the teen and grabbed him by the wrist and throws him against the sling. M: This is the best thing in the room. It’s called a sling. Have you ever been in one? Marcus was waiting in anticipation for the answer. He knew that Alan loved being in the sling. But would “Mr. straight guy Nate” like it. Lol the hole role playing thing was making his dick leak precum. A spot of it was collecting in his boxers. N: No never even seen one before. M: Do you wanna try it? It’s super comfortable. The parTy doesn’t really start until someone lays in the sling, you hear me? Nate’s state of super high helped stir his curiosity. N: Sure I’ll try it. I mean, if it starts the party than lets get it started. Marcus picked the boy up and placed him in the sling. The boy’s arms were limp and easy to maneuver. The arms were cuffed above his head with ease. Marcus locked the feet of the fucked up teen. N: Whoooo lets get this party started. M: I couldn’t agree more. Marcus walked over to his light switch and adjusted the lights up a bit. The room became much more clearer. He grabs the pipe and walks over to Nate. He places the pipe to his mouth and lights it for him. M: okay hold it in until I give you the signal, okay? Nate nodded his head. Marcus got between the teen’s legs, dropped his boxers and released his 9 inch dick. Then he fell down to his knees. He starts to count off. M: Okay on 3, 1 … , 2 … Marcus lunges into the teen’s ass and his tongue touches and penetrates the teen’s hole. Nate was totally unprepared for this new feeling. He coughed out the cloud he was saving in his mouth and gasped. N: Omg … what are you doing? M: I’m rimming a perfectly perky ass. You just happen to be tied to it. So sit back and enjoy it. Marcus returned to the teen’s hole and started eating it out. Nate’s mind was spinning. He knew he should be put off by what was happening. He should definitely be deterred from any gay stuff but the shockwaves of pleasure coming from his ass was undeniable. He thought to himself – No wonder my brother comes to these gay parties, he must love feeling this way too. It’s okay, it’s not that gay. It’s not like he was getting anything inside of his ass. Just the tongue was fine. Marcus pulled away and placed a finger at the boy’s entrance. He pushed it forward and it sank right in. A low moan came from the teen. Marcus pushed in a second finger. He was met with more resistance this time. M: Damn Alan – I mean Nate. You weren’t this tight the last time we partied. But that’s okay, I know how to loosen you up. Marcus gets up and goes to his supplies. He comes back with a bottle of lube and a huge shard of T. He pushed his two fingers back into the teen and there was a slight yelp. He pulls back out. N: What are you doing to me. Nate tries to move his arms and legs to push the guy away from him but finally realized he was tied down. The realization sobered him up a bit. N: No, I don’t want this. I’m not gay. I’m straight. I just came for the party. Where is the party? Marcus shoves his wet fingers back into the teen’s hole. Nate yelps again and starts pleading again. Marcus is zoning the teen out. He starts to think that Alan is taking this role playing idea too seriously. But he knows what the bitch wants. He pulls his fingers out. He pours some laced lube on his fingers and return them to the teen. Then he pulls them out only to push them back in, this time with the shard between the fingers. It took some pressure to get past his first ring but Marcus shoved the T deep in the teen. N: omg, that burns. Take them out please. It’s hurting me. Marcus just laughed at the petty pleas. M: Just let it melt and you’ll be feeling great. Nate had started bucking trying to get the fingers out of him but it did nothing. His body finally gave in to the feeling and his body stopped moving about. He let Marcus continue to finger him without any griping. Marcus added a third finger and while it hurt, it was starting to feel really good to Nate. With every push of the fingers, a small moan escaped the teen. Marcus added a fourth finger and there was a brief return of the whimpering. The protests ended relatively fast. M: That’s it baby boy. You know you like this. Miss Tina makes everything feel so damn good. Marcus got up and walked to his dresser and walked back with some scissors and a spray can. He cut the jockstrap off the teen exposing his flaccid 3 inch dick. He sprayed the can of Maximum Impact into the jockstrap. He puts the can down and pushes the jockstrap into Nate’s mouth. He stands right between his legs and pushes the head of his dick into the teen. Nate feels the intrusion at his hole but is starting to fly. The maximum impact fumes making him lightheaded. Marcus pushes the whole length of his dick into the teen in one push. A guttural sound escapes the teen. Marcus stares down at the teen and notices that he is looking back but his eyes lacked any focus. His huge pupils were jet black. It was like he was looking straight through Marcus. M: That’s the look I love from my “first timers”. Oh Alan, you know how to make a guy feel special. A “first timer” and a “straight boy”. Double conversion. Marcus laughs and starts pounding the bottom without any regard to him. Marcus continues to piston fuck the poor teen. Finally after about 20 minutes of anal assault, he was ready to shoot his load. M: you ready for the first load of the night bottom boy. Nate watched him with his blank stair and continued to moan with every thrust. M: Here you go straight boy. Hope you’ll remember this one. Ahhhhhhhhhh Nate felt a wetness build up deep inside of him. Marcus pulled his dick out. Nate felt an emptiness where the dick once was. He felt a sadness that he wasn’t full inside anymore. All he could do was moan with his mouth still filled with jockstrap. The house doorbell rang and Marcus jumped to his feet. He threw on his boxers and grabbed his phone. The time was 9:15 pm. He walked to the door and looked through the eyehole. He opened the door and was astonished to see Alan walk in. A: Hey sorry I’m late. I had to wait on my guy but he hooked me up with some prime stuff. M: How are you here? A: What do you mean? M: You are right here but I just nutted in you. A: Did you start smoking without me? You sound like you have been parTying already. M: Yes, yes I have. I’ve been smoking with you. Hold up, I think I might be going crazy. Marcus turned away and walked straight back to the playroom. Alan was right behind him. Waiting for an explanation for his weird welcome. Marcus points to the sling. M: See you’re already here. Alan can see a hot young guy already in the sling. His face obscured by Marcus standing in the way. Alan’s mouth started to water at the sight. Then he walks around Marcus and sees the shock of his life. The hot young guy in the sling was Nate. A: WTF! How did my younger brother get here? M: Holy shit! I thought it was you. I thought you were role playing as a different guy. I didn’t believe him. A: What did he tell you? M: That he was your brother. He said he was straight but wanted to come for the parTy. He was you. I thought yeah right, a straight guy that needs to be seduced. Cool game. A: WTF. WTF. WTF. How did he even know about this? M: I don’t know but he did know because he was waiting for you. Alan pulls the jockstrap out of his brother’s mouth. He smacks Nate on the cheek a bit to get him to focus. A: Nate. What are you doing here? N: I wanted to hang out with you at a party. The weed made me hot so my clothes… Alan turns to Marcus. A: Weed? M: He asked if the T was weed and I said it was better than weed. Alan turned back to his brother. Nate was trying his best to concentrate on talking. N: The smoke was so good. The dick hurt a bit but it was starting to feel good. You can’t tell anyone about that though. Can we smoke some more? M: See at least he enjoyed himself. I’m so fucking sorry Alan. I really did think he was you. A: I can’t believe this is happening. I can’t believe you made my brother into a chem whore. M: And he is asking for more. More T and more dick haha. But no more G. Damn he drank a lot of G. I’m surprised he is still awake hahaha. I thought he had your tolerance. A: Damn, I don’t now about giving him more. M: The hard dick in your pants says otherwise. Alan looked down to see his dick was hard as can be in his jeans. A: Okay, but if we go forward with this, we go hard. Break out the points. Chapter 4 – Point of No Return Marcus and Alan walked over to where the parTy supplies were on the coffee table. Alan pulled out a big bag of T. A: Go ahead and use this stuff first. I told you it’s prime stuff. I smoked a bowl with my dealer and it got me horny as can be just sitting there. It’s got that good chem taste. Mmmm. I couldn’t wait to get here. Marcus disappeared and reappeared with a bottle of water. He started to prepare the points with the T. M: How good of a shot should I make for him? A: Make him a beginner dosage for me please. M: Aight. No problem. Alan turned away to stare at his younger brother still hanging there in the sling, looking hot as fuck. Marcus thought to himself – he says baby dose with his mouth but his dick says slut dose. He then prepares three really potent shots. He hands the first and a torniquet to Alan. Alan releases one of the arms and wraps around his brother’s bicep. A: Don’t worry little brother. You’re gonna like this more than smoking. Believe me, it is way better. Don’t you wanna feel good? Nate nodded his head. Alan found a vein and stuck his brother with the needle. It registered and then plunge. A: Now don’t worry. You’re going to feel like you can’t catch your breath. Believe me when I say you can, just slow down and breath. And hold your arm above your head. Alan removed the tourniquet and the teen started coughing up a storm. His arm dangling upwards. Alan reached behind the teen and rubbed his back. Slowly the coughing fit subsided, replaced with oh fuck… oh fuck… oh fuck… from the teen. Nate starts playing with his soft dick that’s now leaking precum. A: Yeah, see I told you. Way better than smoking. Now just hold up, we get ours now. Alan strips down naked and Marcus loses his boxers. Marcus hit Alan and then hit himself. The strong shots made both men grunt as they felt the rush. Alan is still hard from staring down at his younger brother. Marcus was back to a half erection. Alan walked right up to his brother’s head. He tilts Nate’s face toward his dick and then walks forward until his head makes contact with Nate’s mouth. A: Open up Nate tries to say something but isn’t making any sense. A: Open up little bro. Nate opens his mouth slightly and Alan pushes his head into the opening. Nate can taste the saltiness of his brother’s precum. With a slight push forward, Alan pushes half of his 7.5 dick into Nate’s warm mouth. Marcus gets between the teen’s legs again and starts rimming him again. This made Nate moan and open his mouth wider. Alan takes advantage and shoves his entire length into the mouth and throat. Alan is feeling amazing but he knows what will make him feel even more amazing. A: Hey Marcus, lets trade spots. I need to get in that ass. M: Okay, I’m down to watch you drill your little brother. You sick fuck. Marcus gets to his feet and trades spots with Alan. Marcus shoves his dick into the open mouth. Alan is now standing between Nate’s legs. He stares at the slightly used hole glistening with spit and cum. His dick was hard as can be and pointing right at his brother’s hole. Alan gets close and his head is touching Nate’s opening, head half slipped in. He stares right into his brother’s eyes. He was there but not necessarily there mentally. A: hey Marcus, pull out a minute. Okay, Nate I wanna hear how much you want this? N: I want it. I need it. Give it to me bro. A: What do you want? I want you to say it. N: I want your dick in me. I want you to fuck me. Alan smiles. A: you want me to drill you down and cum in you like a good little whore? N: I need it in me. I feel so empty. I need your cum in me. That is all that Alan wants or needs to hear. Just when his hole is starting to close up, Alan slams his dick straight into the poor teen’s hole. Alan proceeded to fuck his brother like a ragdoll. Hold him in place and piston fuck him until he wanted to move around a bit. The new bottom was already high in the clouds and not landing anytime soon. He unties the teen’s legs and puts them on his shoulders. He pounds like that for 15 minutes straight. He goes around and unties the teen’s arms. He can now move as he will. Nate needed help walking over to the bed. Alan throws his brother down on the bed on his stomach. He jumps on back and starts fucking him from behind. He’s holding on to his brother, whispering bits of encouragement in his ear. A: that’s it bitch. Feel my thick dick in your hole? You can take it. You can take all of it. You’re doing great. I love you brother. … I’m getting close. Where do you want my load? N: Breed me. I want your babies swimming in me. A: Fuck yeah, your just as fucked up as I am. You little slut. Ugh, ahhhhh ahhhhhhh Alan slams into the teen with all his might. He kisses the back of Nate’s neck. A: Oh gawd, I needed that. Alan pulls out of his brother and stands up. He bends down slightly to slap the teen’s right ass cheek. Alan looks around the room and notices that 2 of the guys had come into the room. Marcus must have let them in during his fuck. There was another black guy named Terry. He has a ripped athletic body and showing off his 8 inch dick. The last guy is a Latino guy named Rogelio. He has more of an average body type but is showing off an impressive 10 inch dick. Alan watch as his friends laid their pipe into his younger brother. He had asked them to not go over the top, afterall, he was his brother. Sunday comes along and the four friends had beaten the teen into complete submission. They shot him up two more times and given him a total of 15 loads over that weekend. Four of those loads were from his brother. When they finally got home Sunday evening, Alan put Nate down on his bed to rest and hopefully fall asleep. Nate had done well and made some friends for life. Monday morning comes along and Nate is acting like nothing happened, that they were still the loving family that with healthy boundaries they were the week prior. Alan had woken up earlier and made some eggs. They sat at the kitchen table in silence for a while. Neither one knowing what to says. It is Alan that breaks the silence. A: Hey bro, how are you feeling? N: How am I feeling? How would you feel if you had gotten high and let 3 strangers and brother fuck you up the ass? A: Honestly I’d love that. I don’t know about you but probably have my ass hurt a little. N: Okay, I have to admit it was fun. But you are right. My ass does hurt a little. They both laugh and the tension is defused. A: Best way to get it used to the fucking is more fucking. Wanna hit a bowl and ride my dick? N: oh fuck yeah. Can we try it the other way? I wanna your hot ass too. A: Of course. We both should go through it. Fair is fair. Now the brothers are back to being the closest they have ever been. They are back to being inseparable. They are as close as lovers can get. They eventually move out of their family home and moved in with Marcus. Now they parTy and fuck as often as they can.

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

I'm feeling a primal surge of anger, and I know just how to channel it. This vibe is not for everyone. Tons of respect for the bottoms that absorb all the force I can expend. Older, masochistic and (preferably crossdressing or caged) experienced bottoms are a white whale these days; and I am Ahab. I seek that man who's ready to match my intensity, to meet my rage with his own. I crave the raw, aggressive energy of a passionate encounter, where we can both let go and release this pent-up fury. I want to feel the heat of his body against mine, to hear his breath quicken as our movements grow more urgent. This is about more than just the hookup; it's about catharsis, finding a release for what threatens to consume all my attention otherwise. As I look here for someone who understands this need, who wants to share in this intense, almost violent release. I need to feel present, to feel the fire of my anger transform into something else, something more primal and satisfying.

I’m too pale smooth and pink to ever be masculine as top or bttm

I feel just as masculine when I bottom as when I top. I'm still make and being driven by testosterone. I'm not at all submissive, and really don't care for that kind of act as a top either. Let's all just fuck, breed and be merry!

No it didn't, though it certainly had a decent chance. I didn't know that PeP existed at that point and not being on prep, the load really did just marinate in me for the next day or so after the rough pounding. I don't think I had a normal bowel movement for almost two days after this. I have mixed feelings about this experience since I firmly believe in hindsight that I was taken advantage of in an impaired state. Current me can appreciate how hot of an experience it was, but if I had been pozzed then, I don't think I would have reacted well. These days, I'm obviously much more open to the idea...

Inconsistent use in the exact way you described would be likely to provide some protection (although no one knows how much, because it would be unethical to do a controlled study of that). But honestly, even without any PrEP at all, what you describe sounds fairly low risk. It's a single encounter with you as the top, so your chances of getting HIV would be less than 1 in 100 even if the other guy were poz and not on meds - which itself is quite unlikely. Yes, your result from May is very likely to be accurate.

I haven't read every entry in this thread, but I have little or no interest in dressing up like a woman when im going to get fucked. I want to be a masculine male, but submissive in that I want him to use me as an object to give him pleasure resulting in an orgasm for him. And I hope he will use my hole for that purpose. I do not want to dress up for him however. If he needs that for him to have the pleasure he wants, im not the person for him.

YMMV in WV. Things (and people) are spread very thin there, with lots of mountains in between. When I lived there I used to get about 3-5 loads a year, if that. And had to drive out of the state to get some of those.

Ad me to this list. Never given it any thought about masculinity. I'm very alpha in my daily life. When I'm with a guy whether I'm sucking him or getting fucked I'm still that guy who's type A in business I just choose to turn it off and be used. LOVE feeling like a slut just there for another guy or groups pleasure. I'll have loads dripping off my face, look in the mirror, love the view, never once thought, "you're not a man" LOL Everyone is wired differently, I'm wired as a man who loves cock and cum.

This is why I love the idea of "himbos." Big muscle dudes who are total submissive cumdumps. Normally I'm not that into big muscles, but seeing some big muscle jock with a big dick (in a cage of course) dripping loads is HOT HOT HOT. And he's totally masculine but a complete subby cumdump. Such a great, hot mind fuck. I also love porn with younger/twink/smaller guys fucking bigger/older/jock dudes.

What a weekend it was. For some time now, I've been regularly meeting a man I met on Grindr. You could say we're building a relationship. He's a 62-year-old Norwegian (retired and divorced, gay). Maybe I'll write about how we met someday, but currently, our relationship is as follows: we meet mainly on weekends – he lives in another city and usually flies in to see me. This weekend, I went to see him. On Friday, around 3 p.m., he picked me up at the airport. We kissed for a while in the car, and I gave him a little blowjob, but he didn't want to do it because he knows I love a good creampie, so he'd been loading his cum for a few days. when we got to his apartment (he has an apartment in the city center - with several bedrooms and bathrooms) - I immediately went to freshen up after the trip. He joined me in the shower, where we kissed passionately, and finally he inserted his thick, 18-centimeter cock into me. We moved to the bedroom, where we played for several minutes, until he finally ejaculated inside me as I rode him. Then we rested for a while and went to a bar for a drink – my lover loves it when I wear a thong – so he gave me a new, sexy pair and asked me to put them on. After returning from the bar, slightly drunk, we made love again, and once again he ejaculated deeply inside me. In the morning, I woke him up with a BJ, we had breakfast, and we went shopping to get ready, as his friends were visiting us today – mainly to meet me (it wasn't meant to be an orgy – my partner claims I'm the one and he doesn't need any more happiness). His friends also visited us in the evening. They were - a hetero couple in their 60s, very nice and young people in spirit (I am 30), a gay couple in their 40s and one gay friend, 52, also divorced - 190 cm, about 100 kg, very athletic, balding, with a slight beard. As is common at every house party, there was a fair amount of alcohol, questions, and self-talk. My partner hugged me a lot in front of others, and we kissed occasionally—no one had a problem with it, although the single man always looked at us with excitement. I also noticed he was staring at me intently when I bent over and my thong was visible. I also get very horny after drinking, so I decided to be a little provocative. I had to do it discreetly so my boyfriend wouldn't notice. So when this lonely man went out to the balcony to smoke, I followed him, asked for a cigarette, and sat down close to him, so my leg was touching his. We chatted a bit, laughed, and I deliberately leaned over the railing to see my ass, with my thong sticking out, in his direction. He then told me I had a damn sexy ass. I laughed and kissed him on the neck. Then, increasingly under the influence of alcohol, in the apartment or on the balcony, I grabbed him around the crotch a few times, and he grabbed my ass. Everyone wanted to go to sleep, so I cuddled up to my boyfriend and we started kissing. When I found only me in the living room, he and his friend were in the kitchen, I then sat on top of my boyfriend and started rubbing my ass against his cock. He said we were going to bed – for an obvious reason – and the lonely friend was supposed to sleep in the living room. When my boyfriend went to the bathroom, I told the other guy I'd have a quick fuck with my boyfriend and come over when he fell asleep. So we did – in fact, after a few minutes of blowjob, my boyfriend squirted and immediately fell asleep. Then I went out to the living room and told the other guy to go to the balcony. When we got out, he sat on the sofa and I started sucking his cock – it was wonderfully thick, about 17 cm, with a big head. I knew we couldn't risk it, so after a while of blowjob, I took off my cock and sat on it. After a few minutes of sex and kissing, he leaned me against the railing, took my panties aside, and fucked me from behind. When he came, his whole body tensed, and he grabbed my ass like no one had ever done before. We went back to bed, and in the morning, my boyfriend was fucking me in the ass while his friend's cum dripped down my backside.

I suppose that the definition of "masculinity" is somewhat fluid. Some would define it as "butch", "domineering", etc, but masculinity can also be defined in terms of "submissive", "needing to please", etc. It may be entirely "butch" to fuck another guy, but it can also be entirely "masculine" to bend over for a hard, raw Cock. I think we sometimes fall prey to the relevant, "straight" cultural pressures, instead of defining ourselves sans any input from those unlike us. I've fucked all kinds of guy, and, truth-be-told, I prefer breeding masculine guys, or at least not feminine-acting guys. There's nothing wrong, and everything right about masculine men needing hard raw cock up their fuckholes too.

Why should I feel any different, it takes a man to satisfy the cocks I seak

He wasn’t. Drew has now sucked him off several times. We’ve had a few 3somes where Drew’s Dad and Daddy (me) have shot our loads in his mouth. He’s also watched me fuck Drew a few times. I tell him how good Drew’s arse is and he should try it. Last time I pulled out and guided him towards Drew’s hole. His cock touched Drew’s hole but he backed out at the last second. Drew wants both his Dads to breed him so I’m hoping unit will happen.

let me cum in you

Chapter 5 – Todd takes his turn A: OHH fuck. Ohh. Fuuuuck. Ohhh. Ffffff. S: What the fuck was in that? Cum? Who’s cum? T: No, it was just my cum … with a shit ton of T hahaha. You didn’t think tonight was over yet did you? S: Oh wow, how fucked up is he? How much T did he just take up his hole? T: Don’t worry. He just took about a half gram dissolved in 2 of my loads from yesterday. The 2 men turn and look at the boy. He is still squirming and making noises like he was trying to put some words together but couldn’t. All that could be made out was moans of pleasure coming from the boy. Sid reached down and flicked the plug and made the boy squeal a bit as he gyrated on the toy. T: oh good. Looks like he is ready for my meat. He grabbed his 8 inch dick sticking straight at it’s prey. Todd reached and pulled the butt plug out of the bottom. A loud smack sound was heard as the plug was removed. Aiden let out a disheartening low moan as he felt the emptiness. T: Don’t worry. You’ll be full again in just a minute. Todd maneuvered the boy into doggie position and knelt down between the boy’s legs. His tongue attacked the boy’s hole. The hole was gaping a little so there was an easy in getting his tongue into the boy. Todd slobbered all over that hole and got it nice and wet. He tasted a little of his own cum in the boy. The taste only fueled his hunger for the teen’s hole. After a few minutes, Todd got to his feet and aimed his 8 inches to the hole before him. He pushed forward and felt Aiden’s hole softly grip the tip of his dick like a soft glove. T: Oh fuck yeah boy. Your daddy did a great job of opening you up for me. But my meat gets thickest in the middle of my shaft. Let’s see how well you take that? Todd slammed the full length of his dick into the boy. The boy let out a muddled yelp. The bottom gripped the sheets on the bed, looking for something to help stabilized his position. A: Sttt. Sttttttoo. Todd motioned over to Sid with his head. Sid knew what was being asked of him. Sid got on the bed at the boy’s head and shoved his dick into his son’s mouth. Unintelligible noises came from the bottom but nothing that could be made out. After chocking on his daddy’s dick for a while, the teen stopped trying to say anything and kept himself in the ecstasy of the moment. Aiden felt his hole being stretched by the new dick inside of him. It hurt him slightly but his body was yelling to his mind that he needed more and more dick. His mind kept wandering between the big dick in his hole and his daddy’s dick in his mouth, jabbing the back of his throat. He had to admit, he was in bottom heaven, even if it was slightly uncomfortable. Todd continued the doggy style assault on Aiden’s ass for almost 20 minutes straight. Todd pulls out and tells Sid to take his place for a few minutes. Sid moves around to the boy’s ass and turns him over so they are facing each other. He lifts the boy’s legs up and pushes back into his son. Sid takes the time to long dick his son. Back and forth, back and forth. Todd gets up and retrieves his phone. He walks back through the hallway and into the kitchen. He grabs a few bottles of water and 2 gatorades. He cracks open the gatorades and drops some G into the bottles. He measures one out to be x amount in the blue Gatorade and double x amount in the light blue Gatorade. He downs a bottle of water and grabs the remaining water and Gatorade bottles. He walks back into the room and watches the sight before him. Father and son in PNP bliss. He congratulated himself on a plan well executed. He sat the drinks on the small side table next to the party supplies. He opens up the double dosed Gatorade and takes a swig. T: Hey Sid, here catch. Todd walks over to Sid and hands him the same Gatorade. T: Swig, swig, pass. Sid opened the bottle and took 2 big gulps before handing the bottle down to his son. T: Hold on, go ahead and take these with that. Todd takes some pills from the supplies and puts them directly into the boy’s mouth. T: Go ahead and drink now. The boy took the bottle and drank down the pills without a care in the world as to what they were. T: Go ahead and finish the bottle off boy. It’s only half the bottle. You’ll need it the electrolytes for tonight. As the boy is gulping down the last of the Gatorade bottle, Todd is on his phone tapping away on his keyboard. He looks up at the boy. Aiden can see an evil smile on Todd’s face in the glow of the phone. Todd finished his texting and returned to the supplies. He grabs some of he same pills he gave the boy and hand them to Sid. T: Here bro. Take these and let me tag in. The two men change places and Todd is now fucking Aiden with the legs on his shoulders. Todd leans forward and uses his weight to push further into the boy that before. He feels the second ring open right up. Sid takes the other Gatorade and opens it up. He takes the pills given to him with a big swig. It was only after he took the pills that he even thought to ask what he was talking. S: So what was that you gave him? That you gave us? T: Oh mostly the usual. Ecstasy and Cialis. And a small homemade capsule with some special K in it. S: what? T: Oh don’t worry about it. It’s just a small amount. Just like taking a good dose of G. I just wanted to both to be feeling good when the guys come around. S: The guys? I thought was were keeping this a small event. T: A good special always needs a special encore. Todd turns his attention back to the boy under him. As he fucked, the boys dick and balls would just bounce with the rhythm. The teen’s dick was leaking precum like crazy. Todd used his fingers to scoop some up and feed them to the boy. The bottom suckled on the fingers pushed into his mouth. He starred back at Todd with saucers in his eyes. The boy was flying so high. Todd wondered if he even realized who was fucking him at the moment. Todd picked up his pace and was slapping into the twink with full force. Noises could be heard form Aiden but nothing in words; more like instinctual grunts. T: I just love stretching a new boy out with my thicker dick. Todd grabbed the boy by his waist and pushed as far as he could into the boy. He released volley after volley of cum into the boy. He collapsed onto the boy for a moment. Once his dick had finished releasing his seed, he pulled out and reinserted the plug. T: Go ahead and take Aiden over to the shower so he can clean off. We should have about 20 or so until the pills kick in. The guys should be over by then too. Sid helped his son to his feet. The boy was slightly unsteady and threw his arms over his Daddy to walk. Sid guided his boy to the bathroom attached to the playroom. Chapter 6 – Cleaning Up Sid helped his son into the walk-in shower. Once both were inside the shower, Sid turned the knob and the water starts to flow. Minor adjustments needed to get the perfect warm but not hot temperature. Sid grabs a luffa and some body wash and starts lathering. He starts to wash his son’s body off. Sid cant help but feel like this is just as intimate as when they fucked. There he was, washing his adult son like a close lover. He lathered his neck, his chest, his arms, working his way down. He goes down all the way down to his legs. Sid is on his knees lathering away when he notices his son is starting to piss. He lets the urine hit him in the face. Once he has stopped peeing, Sid takes his son’s cock into his mouth and sucks on it. The flaccid dick starts to fill out and Aiden is moaning again. It doesn’t take long before Aiden shoots his load into his Daddy’s mouth. Sid takes every drop and swallows his son’s seed. Aiden is a little more stable on his feet after his blowjob. Sid stands and guides his high son to his knees. Todd pushes his dick into his son’s mouth. The son is loving his Daddy’s dick in his mouth and gets Todd to a halfway erection. He looks down at his son’s saucer eyes and knows he is super fucked up still. S: Ok, hold up a minute, son. We don’t want to miss the mark of this one. Yeah, just hold on… almost there… Aiden is there waiting with Daddy’s dick deep in his mouth, at the entrance of his throat. Then, without warning, a warm liquid starts leaking into his throat. S: That’s it son. It’s just a warm beer. Drink it down. Drink it down. Aiden tries but can only swallow most of the piss being poured into his throat. He coughs some up but at least half is still swallowed. Sid pulls his son up and makes out with him. They kiss for a few minutes before Sid starts to lather Aiden over once more. This time Sid pays special attention to the teen’s hole, rimming him for a bit before turning the water off. The man and his son walk out of the shower. Sid towels off and helps towel off Aiden. They both walk back into the room naked and go back to sitting on the bed. T: That took you a while. S: Yeah, I fed him some parTy piss. Good thing I was parTying before I got here. Before the shot you gave me. The boy is back to flying high. Between the piss I just feed him, the E you just feed him, and the T he’s gonna be getting when the boys arrive, damn, I don’t know if he will ever come down. T: Don’t forget about the K too. Damn…hope the boy appreciates all this when he lands – eventually.

He was looking at me, he always was, as I toweled off from the showers after my work out. I went over to my locker, careful not to look at him, knowing the embarrassing reaction my body would have, but still all to aware of his gaze. He had been at the gym every single time had gone for the past month and a half, it was as if he know when I was going to be there. My resolve weakening for a brief moment I stole a glance his direction, he was still looking. God I wanted him. Six foot three, probably around thirty-five or so, a solid mass of muscle. His ginger hair was cut quite short, but he had ample scruff on his face and a stunning amount of hair across his torso, and powerful legs. Sometime he would just be in a pair of white briefs, and others a tight fitting pair of short running shorts, today was the former, and as always I could see the strong outline of his thick cock pressing through the fabric. I could feel those inescapable green eyes roaming over my body talking me in. He was perfect in every way, except for one; around his left nipple was a jet-black tattoo, recently touched up, that contrasted sharply with his pail skin, of a biohazard symbol. I knew what that meant and sadly it also eliminated him from my list of potential fucks. I had a rule, I only fuck safe, and I only fuck NEG guys. God, I wanted him though. I got dressed quickly trying to ignore his stair, and rushed out of the gym, my cock straining against my shorts. These encounters three times a week with my forbidden lover always left me horny and itching to get fucked. All of the NEG tops in the area should be sending this POZ Adonis thank you letters, because it had practically become a habit for me to pull out my phone as soon as I was out of the gym, and pull up Grindr or Scruff looking for a top right then. That morning I was in the mood for something new, and hit up a few guys I hadn’t seen before or hadn’t managed to meet up with before as I started to walk down the street towards the subway station. There were a few responses before I got what I was looking for on Scruff. A beefy top, thirty-seven years old, muscular, and hairy with an eight-inch cock who was ready to fuck right then. He sent me his address, which turned out to be just two blocks over. I almost ran through the cool fall air I was so hungry for cock. He buzzed me in quickly and I rushed up the stairs to his apartment. When he opened the door I he was even more beautiful then his pictures. He stood before me, in just a pair of bulging briefs and black dress socks, a broad mischievous grin on his face. We waited no time, he pulled me inside and closing the door behind me, kissed me hard on the mouth forcing his tongue inside me. I melted into his arms as his six foot two frame enfolded all five foot nine of me. He quickly removed my shirt and shorts and I dropped my gym bag on the floor. We shucked out underpants as he lead me to the bedroom. As soon as his cock was exposed I sank to my knees and pulled him towards me swallowing as much of the thick meaty shaft as I could. He groaned appreciatively and put his large hands on the back of my head drawing me closer till my nose was buried in his dense dark brown pubes. A blowjob however was not his goal, and he soon pulled me to my feet and tossed me onto the bed. He spread my cheeks with his hands and dove into my furry crack, his tongue swirling around my hungry hole. I moaned and bucked back wildly trying to urge more of his tongue inside of me. He slid a couple of fingers inside, loosening me up a little I felt the failure chill of lube hitting my hole and heard the sound of a condom wrapper opening. Then in one long slow stroke he pressed inside of me, stretching my hole as he did so, till at long last I felt his bushy pubes against my cheeks. I closed my eyes and imagined that he was the man from the gym, my forbidden fruit. He pulled out slowly and then plunged back in again, getting a little rougher each time he did so. After maybe ten minutes he pulled out and flipped me over so that I was laying on my back, and with my ankles resting on his broad shoulders, pressed back inside of me. It must has been the angle that he was penetrating me at but his cock felt better inside of me, more electric, more powerful. He hammered away, grunting, sweat glistening on his forehead. I could tell from his building pace that he was getting close, I fisted my own cock getting ready to blow my load as soon as he came in the condom. It didn’t take long and he slammed balls deep into me, his head thrown back his body shaking, as his cock exploded. I felt a strange heat in my ass as I blew my own load on my toned and slightly furry stomach. He pulled out of me slowly and then took the used condom to the bathroom to get rid of it. My hole felt well stretched, and with my own load splattered across my stomach I felt my lust had been well slaked. I scooped up the cum from my stomach and licked it off my fingers before getting up to get dressed. He must have used a lot of lube I thought, my hole felt wet and slick, and that strange feeling of warmth still persisted inside my guts. I was pulling on my track pants when he came back out of the bathroom dressed in a business suit. “Lunch hour,” he said by way of explanation. I finished dressing and we walked out of the building together heading our separate ways when we came to the sidewalk. I didn’t live far away, and it was a nice day out so I decided to walk the couple of blocks to my apt. As I walked I felt a stickiness around my ass and something wet running down my leg. That couldn’t be lube. I slipped into a Starbucks as a I passed and made my way to the bathroom. I pulled down my pants and my boxer-briefs and was suddenly hit by the smell of cum, and I saw a wet spot in my briefs. Running a finger across my hole I felt a thick wet stickiness slowly dripping from my hole. That bastard had gotten the condom off somehow, I realized, he had fucked me raw. It had probably happened when he flipped me over, I remembered how good his cock had felt in that moment. I remembered too how warm his cock had felt as he shot his load inside of me. My cock hardened. I slid a finger into my wet loose hole and shivered.

A one shot. There won't be any sequels. Thanks and enjoy. -------------- "Versatile. Appreciate a submissive younger cocksucker who can edge and loves precum and who will swallow my week long super charged load. When I top, I don't pull out." I read the quick connect ad on bbrt over a few times. "Super charged?" I devilishly thought to myself. I clicked the profile name to see more. He was an older white man in his late 60's. Average in build at 5'10" and 180lbs. His cock was average, but the it was the status that drew me in further and started getting me hard. "Ask me." I kept thinking about running my tongue across that cock. Sucking the head between my lips. Teasing out the week's worth of potentially toxic cum stored in his balls. That is when I heard the chime of a new message being delivered. His private pics were unlocked. I quickly jumped back to his gallery. He was definitely older, but that only increased the swell in my pants. Green eyes, handsome face, a nice fat ass, and low hangers. He also had some action shots of him in a sling and fucking. I began rubbing myself. "Thanks for the unlock, bud. Hot pics" I wrote in reply to the unlock message. I didn't have to wait long. "HOT guy. Luv that belly and ass, and handsome face with beard. Need cum?" was his quick reply. I was 30 years his junior, sat at height of 5'10" and closer to 190lbs in weight. A small belly to show for my gluttony, but made up for with a bigger and thicker than average cock. Plus an ass that won't quit till it has every drop. "I'll take everything you have to give me. Just let me know where." was my reply. "Would luv to feel your mouth on my dick, eat your hole and unload in you. Mutual if you like. You'll have lots of fun here." Was his response. I gripped my bulge. Precum forming a spot where the head of my cock pushed against my shorts. I was already sold on meeting up, but the promise of mutual play? You don't get this kind of offer every day. "Sounds like I will indeed have a lot of fun, and I'll hold you to mutual. Want to meet now?" was my reply. We exchanged contact info and I was on my way. I arrived at his home that evening moments later. A very unassuming house in a gated community. As I walked to the front door it opened with a kind and unassuming old man standing behind it. We locked eyes and smiled, pleased at the site of the man before each of us. He was the first to speak, "Come on in, son." My cock twitched at the proposition. It was not lost on me that this man was my Father's age. "Nice to see ya, Dad. Great place you got." I said as I walked in. If the role play was for the neighbors or not didn't matter to me. I was down to continue this fantasy of an intimate Father/Son reunion. I stepped into the home as the door closed behind me. "Could I get you anything?" he asked guiding me further into his home. "Water would be great." I replied graciously. "I'll get you some, go ahead and make yourself comfortable in the living room." he said as he pointed to the space ahead. I sat down on a nearby couch. There was a recliner, coffee table, and a tv. Your standard living room setup. The man returned with a glass of water in hand and notably less clothing than when he entered the door. Only a wife beater and a jock remained. Damn, did he pick the hottest look for the occasion. He sat in the recliner, placing the water in one of the cup holder's in the arms of the chair. He looked at me and grinned seeing the hunger in my eyes as I looked him up and down. "Well, come over and get it, boy." He said. I kicked my shoes off, undid my pants, and decided to crawl forward on my knees over to him sitting in the recliner. Peeling my pants off as I moved in closer. As I reached his legs I began kissing his thighs to raise my torso and head up to his lap. I discarded my shirt as I lifted up. As the shirt went off and over my head he leaned forward in his seat, hands cupping my face to get a look at me. "You like spit, boy?" he asked. I opened my mouth tongue out in reply. He spit into my mouth and onto my face before leaning further to lap it up and kiss me. We made out, our tongues crashing together as we sloppily moved across each other's faces. Still on knees and between his legs, I lowered my hands to grab his cock. It was stiff in his jock. I broke the kiss and moved my head down licking the sides of his jock into the pits of his crotch all the while rubbing and pushing into his dick. He leaned back and got comfortable, running his fingers through my hair. I began teasing his cock through his jock strap. Pressing mouth and lips against the thin barrier holding back his member. Using my breath and spit to saturate the jock. "That's it son. Tease your Father's cock just how he likes it." he encouraged "Milk that dick. You want that load I've been saving up for you, don't you?" I nodded in affirmation, humming a "mhmm" into his crotch. I pulled the fabric of the jock back a bit revealing the head of his cock. It was full and flushed. Precum already oozing from the tip. I took my thumb wiping the drop of precum up and into my mouth. It was salty, sweet, and what felt like an extra charge to it that comes with playing with poz men. "Looks like you're pretty excited to have your son back home, Dad." I teased licking my lips. We locked eyes again, and he looked back at me with a dark lust and adoration. I smiled and winked back, grabbing the bands of his jock strap and sliding them off of his waist and down his legs. His cock rising to attention and dripping. I started my head lower, trying to catch the strand of cum stretching from his piss slit. I get the bulk of it onto my tongue and follow the strand back to the tip of his cock. I move my head forward taking the length of him fully into my mouth for the first time. I hold my breath as I push his cock further into the back of my throat. As my throat bottoms out and my nose is pressed against his bush, I move my tongue back and forth. Massaging the bottom of his cock while he is in my mouth. He groans, bucking his hips deeper into me, grabbing the back of my head to steady himself. I hold there for a moment as he gently thrusts and face fucks me. I move back withdrawing his cock from my throat and the tip of his head back to my lips. I breath through my nose as I suckle on the tip of his cock, using as much of my spit as I can. I then push back down into his crotch taking him back fully into my throat repeating the oral circuit I started as our warm up. He wanted his cum teased out of him, and I'd be damned if that wasn't what he was going to get. Each time I pulled off his cock I left more and more spit on his shaft. After a while I pulled fully off his member to get a good look at how my work was progressing. His cock stood full and firm into the air. Glistening with my saliva. The smell of his crotch and my spit forming an aphrodisiacal aroma I long for. The prelude to hot man sex. As the air settled on his cock, I stuck my tongue back out and griped the base of his dick with my hand. I pushed the head of his cock into my tongue. Smushing his head it against the fold of my tongue and swirling it in circles to extract more precum as I squeezed his base. Remembering to pause occasionally to better ebb and flow his build up. It took everything in me to not be a greedy cum whore and just suck the load right out of him. This effort was for a greater payload to be deposited in my ass later. At some point while I worked on his cock, he had taken off his wife beater. My jock was still on but my cock had freed itself from its confines while I was performing my oral duties. I rose momentarily to take off the jock fully. "Let Dad see that dick, boy." He commanded as I stood. I posed for him, letting him admire my cock. "Looks like Dad's not the only one who's excited." He continued as he moved forward kissing the tip of my cock and smearing my precum across his lips. "You still have some more work to do though before you can enjoy yourself." He said slyly as he leaned back into the recliner. I smiled and returned back to my knees. I returned to his crotch but this time I lifted his cock to begin working on his cum heavy balls. After slapping my face with his cock a few times, I place his dick of my forehead as I dipped into his sack lapping up each nut. Making sure to suck each into my mouth and tug slightly. Each tug lifted his dick off my head, gently tapping with each motion. I pull back momentarily, wiping my mouth with the back of my hand as I inspect my work. I felt a slick wetness on my forehead. Looking back at his cock, I saw he was producing even more precum. I wiped my forehead and then licked the precum off my hand. Then I moved forward to take more straight from the tap. This time moving my hands up to his erect nipples. With any luck his nips were hardwired and could act like a faucet handle to his cum pipe. As my thumb and pointer finger grasped his nipples, his cock twitch in my mouth. Jackpot. My Dad for the evening let out a low moan as I worked his nips. I positioned the cock in front of me letting it twitch and dance in the air as I pulled, twisted, and ground his nipples. As his cock settled between spasms I'd lick, suck and kiss the head and shaft. Driving a trail of precum from his cock that I lapped up greedily. Occasionally bobbing down and full throating his member to reapply the coating of spit. "Why dont you stroke you Dad for a bit, Son?" he asked. "You're getting me close and I don't want to rush things. Besides the first load is going in your ass." "First?" I teased smiling up at him, slapping his spit slick dick on the side of my face a cheeks. "You have a couple deposits ready for me Dad?" I asked squeezing his nuts. He growled. "You're damn right I do, boy. You're not leaving toll your overflowing with my charged cum." My cock twitched at the word as I gently stroked him. We had yet to confirm anything about status, and I didnt plan to. It was good odds he was poz, and had a viral load to boot. Outside of some tautness in his skin where fat use to be, there wasnt a whole lot of signs. No tattoos, and he was a healthy enough specimen for his age. Probably presented himself as a clean cut, stand-up guy. Which made just made me hornier. I love an out and proud pig, tattooed and chained, but to not give off any indication of the venom you carry or the perverse acts you enjoy? Fully flying under the radar making no one aware of your dark gift? That was super hot. My deepest hope was he would tell me right before he unloaded into my wanting hole. As I fantasized about the breeding to come with his cock being stroked in my hand. He moved to the glass of water in the arm rest. Handing it to me so he could lift the arm and get into a compartment inside. I drank the water while my mouth wasn't actively working. Good to replenish some fluids before the real work began. "Ya know son, I found this in your room." he said holding a joint and a lighter. I laughed a little. "Oh jeeze, Dad. I was just holding it for a friend. I swear!" I replied. He smiled. The joint hanging off the side of his mouth waiting to be lit. "It's okay son. Your Dad likes to smoke too. Just don't tell Mom." he winked and lit the J puffing the cherry of the flame to life. He held for a moment before blowing out the smoke down the recliner, across his lap, and around me as I continued stroking his cock. Smelled like good stuff. "Come sit up on Dad's lap." he instructed. I got up and resisted the temptation of slamming down onto his cock when I went to sit down. I chose to face him and moved my legs to the side of the chair, placing my knees into the seat cushion at either side of his legs. I lowered myself so that my ass cheeks sat above his slobbery cock. I bucked gently across his cock. Teasing him, but really teasing myself. I wanted it inside me so bad! He took a drag on the joint, held it again and then reached his hand up behind my head. Bringing my lips flush with his, he opened his mouth and I did the same. He shotgun his hit into me. I trembled. Getting fed drug this way always sent me over the edge. The intimacy of sharing even our breath made my cock swell. I wasn't the biggest precumer out there. Doubly so w compared to the hot fucker who's lap I was in, but damn if he didn't know how to get me dripping. We spent our time enjoying the joint this way. With either him or I taking the fresh toke before sharing it the other. In between we kissed, necked, and played with each other's nips. All the while I ground my butt into his crotch, my cheeks getting slick with spit and precum. He would grab and squeeze my cock on occasion to encourage each new drip from its tip. As the length of the joint burned to the filter he said, "Let's get to the bedroom." He handed me the joint and I got up from his lap and turned around. He followed standing into my back, pressing his cock back into the crack of my ass. He embraced me from behind. Hands on my hips, grazing up and down my torso, moving across my chest and stomach. He put his mouth to the pit of my collar and licked up my neck to my ear lobe. He bit it gently, and probed my ear with his tongue. "You've got Dad all worked up, Son." he breathed into my ear. "I just want you to feel good. You always showed me how to please you, Dad." I replied. His cock twitched between my cheeks. He placed both hands on my chest, massaging my breast and occasionally tweaking a nipple. I moved my weight forward to the balls of my feet, lifting my heels and arching my back hoping to move my ass hole across the tip of his cock. He moved from behind me and grabbed my cock like a leash. Leading me to the bedroom. "Show me your hole, Son." He released his grip on my cock and I moved to the corner of the bed. I get on the matress on all fours, and cat stretch my upper torso out into the bed. Face down. Ass up hanging off the corner giving "Dad" full access to my ass without being overly impeded by the shape of the bed. I hear a sigh of satisfaction behind me and feel him approach. Hands out massaging my hips and lower back. Moving a hand to each cheek and spreading them fully exposing my hole to him. I flex my prostrate making my hole wink. "This is a greedy hole, Son." he said slapping his cock against my twitching hole. He rubs the length of his shaft against my hole. Each time his head moves past, precum leaks out slicking my ass lips. I buck back hoping to catch his dick. He tugs at my hanging balls, and I feel him kneel down. He then reached forward with his free hand pulling my stiff cock back and begins sucking the precum out of my cock head. He squeezed my balls as he milked my cock, taking breaks to lick me shaft to balls. Each lick he took higher and higher up my backside. Sucking balls. Licking and gnawing at my taint. He rose higher and higher till he was lapping at the precipice of my hole. Still tugging my balls. Still coming down to suck the precum out of me. He nibbled across my ass cheeks. Making out with each side. Flicking around my hole but never quite on it. Teasing me endlessly. Finally I felt the flat of his tongue against my hole. He gave me three long licks like a tootsie roll pop all the while his grip continued to pull and tug my balls. My body was shaking with pleasure. My hole responding to the tongue pets and slowly opening itself up for deeper probing. He began sucking my ass hole, making the lips of my sphincter puff up. Occasionally he'd slap my ass as he did his mouth work on my hole. The slaps causing my cock to bounce, more precum to drip, and relax my hole. "You have a sweet cunt, Son." he said into my ass cheeks. "Just waiting and begging for Dad to push himself in." He spit into my hole and crack. Another favorite act of mine to be subjected to. The spit collected on the rim and I flexed my prostrate to help it seep in. He stood up, spitting again on my hole and into his hand. He began rubbing his cock onto my hole. The head of him popping in and out of the entrance. "You ready to get fucked, Son?" "Yes, Dad. Please fuck me." "Whats my rule?" he asked positioning himself behind me. One hand on my lower back, the other guiding his cock slowly into me. I felt the head enter. The work he had done on my ass had paid off in spades "No pulling out ever." I replied. He shoved himself inside of me. I gasped in relief. Unsure how long we had been in this state of teasing. Glad to finally have this man's cock where it was destined to be. He started bucking against me, grinding his member in and out of my anal cavity. "That's right, Son. Dad is going to plow that faggot hole of yours till you're filled with his poz cum." There it was, the promise. My hole clenched down on his cock as he fucked me and confirmed his status. "Yes, Dad. Poz me. Fill me with your charged load. I worked so hard to build up a big one." I replied, lost in the pleasure of the fuck. The slick sounds of his cock thrusting into my hole, the slapping of his pelvis against my ass, the crash of his nut sack against mine filled the room alongside my moans and his grunts. He was railing me tip to hilt. Keeping my hole exposed while he spread my cheeks apart, he fucked with purpose. Like he was being taken over by a greater need than just his own nut. The viral need to propagate and replicate the poison in his balls into a new host. I braced myself against the bed, pushing back in time with his thrusts to get him deeper. Flexing my sphincter muscle to milk his shaft. I wanted everything. Over and over he pumped his cock into me, throwing the whole of his weight behind each push. Depositing a trail of spit and precum inside my fuck chute. My hole loosened with every assault. Soon he was fully withdrawing himself before slamming his cock back in unaided. "That's right, Son." he huffed. "Submit to your Dad. Surrender your hole to me. Surrender to the virus Dad is gifting you." "I want it Dad!" I moaned back, gasping as he continued to drill me. "I want to be just like you, Dad. Turn me into a poz pig!" He shoved into me, lodging his cock in my bowels and pushed me forward onto the bed as he got on top. Kicked my legs together and started slamming his cock down into my hole. His sweat pouring down from him onto my back. "That's what Dad likes to hear, Son. I'm going to impregnate you. Just be Daddy's good boy and he'll give you everything you wanted." I was being jackhammered into the mattress. My dick strained against my body and the bed, feeling damp as it leaked. Damn if it still wasn't hard af though. I was fully submitting myself to this poz stranger and I've never been hornier. Every lounge made the walls of my ass quiver. I was on fire. He then lowered himself on top of me. Pinning me with his weight and mighty cock. He licked my neck and ears as he pumped. "I think that hole is about ready for Dad's first load." he breathed into my ear. My asshole began clenching down on him. "Yes, Dad. Please. Please give me your toxic seed. Breed Me. Breed Me, Dad." I begged. His dick swelled in my hole, and he began digging into me as deep as he could go. His cock pulsed as he howled into the nape of my neck, digging his fingers into my shoulders, locking his hips and waist onto my legs. I was so overwhelmed I didn't notice the flush of warmth flooding into my bowels. His cock did not stop moving, pushing his seed further into me. A felt fullness and pressure formed in my lower stomach as he pounded away. Soon the squelching and squeaking of cum covered flesh rubbing against each other filled the room. The unmistakable smell of cum followed. I never felt more sexy or purposeful than this moment, as a 68 yr old stranger dumped his week long stored up toxic cum into me to the point of overflow. And he wasn't soft yet. I had yet to come back to my body when he finally withdrew his cock. Stiff as ever and covered in cum. "Better tighten that hole, Son. Don't want any of that slipping out." he said as he rolled me over and moved up to my head. "Suck it, boy." he commanded, and I obeyed. I indulged myself, immediately deep throating his member. Delighting in the taste of his cum and my ass. Quietly thanking him for allowing me to take his seed in my mouth as well. "Don't swallow it yet, pig." He said. I nodded as I bobbed up and down his shaft. When he was confident in my oral cleanliness, he withdrew his cock, and straddled my waist. He bent down tongue out and drooling to kiss me. I opened my mouth holding the pool of cum and ass juice that was once on his dick. Our lips pressed and our tongues wrestled in his seed. I could feel his still rigid cock drooling on my stomach as we exchanged fluids. He pulled his lips off mine and rest his hands on my chest. He then spun himself around, his back facing me now, and then slowly moved back positioning his ass over my face. I stuck my tongue out and he lowered himself on it. I lifted my hands to cradle his ass as he rode my face. Grinding his hole across my nose and mouth. Dominant even as he got his ass licked, and in full control. I ate at his hole like it was my last meal, taking time to inhale his man scent as he glided up and down. While I rimmed him, he squeeze my dick standing at attention. He leaned forward using my face as a seat, and tongued the head of my cock before taking me into his mouth. My hips raised to meet him, shoving my thick dick down his throat. He took it with ease, his years of experience showing their worth as he inhaled my cock. I returned in kind thrusting my tongue into his hole, spitting into it as he lifted his hips before sitting down again. My face was covered in spit and ass musk, my dick the swirled around in his mouth. I felt like I was about to bust and he stopped getting off of me and the bed. He walked to a nearby night stand and grabbed a silicone donut from the drawer. He stood at the edge of the bed. "Come over to me, Son." I lifted myself into a seated position and seated myself at the edge of the bed. My face inches away from his chest. His dick pointing at my neck. He got down on his knees, stretching the donut out over my balls and using it to restrain them. It was tight, but not tighter than he'd been gripping my nuts earlier when he ate my ass. "There ya go, Son. Should help you from cuming too early." he said giving my balls a few taps with the back of his hand. My cock bounced and twitched as he did causing me to grown. He stuck his tongue out, letting my cock head bounce onto it as he continued patting away at my balls. Trails of saliva and precum stranded between my cock and his tongue. I wanted to cum so badly, but he kept edging me this way. Stopping occasionally to give me breaks if he ever felt I was getting too close. As he continued this, he reached under my balls with his free hand and began circling his thumb over my ass hole. The rubbing making it hard for me to keep hold of the load he gifted me. "It's okay, son." He began, "Give Dad Some of his cum back. You're going to fuck it back into him." I could only groan back in reply, and slowly relaxed my hole. Little by little I could feel his cum slowly secrete out of my hole. He held his hand out to catch it, pooling some in his palm. "Alright, boy. Close that hole back up. Show me you can take command of your hole." I did as asked, but damn was it harder. After some concentrated breaths I was able to tighten my sphincter again, squirting out the cum that stayed at the entrance during the exchange. He got up and moved to a dresser with a mirror, bending over the top and spreading his legs. Other hand still cradling the cum that had been soaking in my ass. "Get over here and fuck your Dad's hole, Son." I got behind him, and placed me cock at the entrance. He reached back coating my cock and his hole with the cum. As he lathered my shaft and his hole, he pulled me by my cock forward into his hole. I didn't need to be told twice and leaned into the direction, grabbing his hips to steady myself. Bit by bit my head sunk into his spit and cum covered ass hole. His sphincter flush and spongey as my stiff rod forced it's way it. "Damn, Dad. You're tight." I said, and I wasn't just playing up the fantasy. You can always tell when a man doesn't use his hole often. "That's right, Son." he grunted out as I entered, "Your Dad is usually a top, but he just had to have his boy's thick cock in him." My cock flexed in his hole causing him to jump up onto his toes a little. "That get you excited, Son?" he asked. I replied by shoving the rest of my cock into him. "Oof." he winced, "That's it Son. Don't show that poz hole any mercy. Fuck my load back into me." I pistoned into him, our flesh slapping into each other, the force of our fuck shaking the dresser "Dad" had braced himself against. The mirror shaking and distorting the reflection of two men in primal heat panting, sweating, and fucking. A generational divide between us in age but united in a piggy bliss. I was fucking this old man like it was the only thing I ever lived for. The room was getting musky from our hot play, smelling like a well used gym. I rubbed my hands on the sweaty back of the old man. Massaging my fingers into him as I kept my rhythm in his hole. He turned back to me and winked, letting me know he was enjoying the ride and said, "Lets get back to the bed, stud." We moved back to the mattress. Him leading, and me attached at the dick inside him. "Lay against the headboard." he instructed. Begrudgingly, I left his hole and did as instructed, the surrounding air cooling on my dick. I grabbed a pillow and sat up against the headboard. He soon followed moving his leg over my lap and facing away in a reverse saddle mount. He lined up his hole with my cock and impaled himself onto it relaxing himself into my embrace. As he sank further he rested the back head on my shoulders. I squeezed him into me, using my thighs to fully embrace his body from behind. My cock buried deep inside him, but neither of us moving. He brought his arm up behind my head, fully exposing his sweaty arm pit to my face. The odor from his pits rising into my nostrils. I felt my hips rocking involuntarily as I breathed in his scent. I lowered my face closer until my nose touched his damp pit. I huffed deeply and began to lap up his essence. He moaned as my tongue slobbered and tickled across his under flesh. His body responded in kind as he fucked himself on my cock. I was losing myself in his scent and his velvety fuck tunnel. I felt every part of my cock as it glided across the walls of his hole. These sensations and the pheromones radiating from his pits turned my brain into mush as my balls began to swell. "Fuck, Dad. You're gonna make me cum." I reported as he ground his hips deeper onto my cock. "Give Dad your load, Son. Make him proud by flooding his poz hole with your spunk." he encouraged continuing, "You're going to get another dose of my poison once you've finished blowing your last negative load. Dad's going to infect you with his dirty cum, boy." My mind broke as my muscles spasmed. A wave of pressure pushing itself out from the deepest parts of me through my swelling cock. Blasting out a stream of cum that shot itself deep inside the old man currently gorging himself on my dick. My hands squeezing into his hips and pulling him down into me so I could force my seed further, deeper. My toes curled and my hips bucked as my orgasm persisted, and he never stopped bouncing on my cock. "That's a good load, Son. Got your Dad filled up nice, and feeling like a cum whore." he said as he continued milking my dick with his asshole. He lowered into me one last time and clenched his ass on the way up and off my dick. My spent cock flopping unceremoniously out of his hole and leaking the last of my load. I lean back against the head board to catch my breath, but feel myself getting pulled down the mattress by my hips and legs. "Dad" threw my legs on his shoulders and was forcing himself into me again in missionary. He shoved his cock into me, not bothering with spit or lube, betting it all on the cum still in my ass or never caring to begin with. As he pressed his pelvis against my taint he bent down and spit in my face. I opened mouth and he spat again and again saying "You did a good job, Son. Now Dad needs you to be his filthy cumdump. You're just a hole now for your Dad." I reached down and grabbed my ass cheeks spreading them to show my compliance. I needed more of him. I needed to carry more of his seed. His pleasure was everything. "Fuck me, Dad. Go wild fucking your sub cum dump, Son." I replied. His eyes focused and a devilish grin played across his face. He grabbed my chest for leverage, thumbs pressing into my nipples, and began fucking me harder and harder. My eyes rolled in the back of my head as my body bucked as he threw his weight into me. I reached to his cock and my hole, making a ring with my fingers to grip the shaft as it perforates my asshole. He pinched my nipples and scraped my breasts with his nails as he fucked me. The salacious attack hitting my prostate and causing my spent cock to stir. Like his sexual energy was fuck transferring into my cock and shortening the refractory period. "Fu-Fu-Fuck. Fuck me. Breed me, Dad." I huffed. He began to lift me as he fucked, and then suddenly roared as he shoved himself as deep as he could go. I felt his cock twitching and realized he was dumping his second load into me. I focused on the sensation as some of the fullness I felt before returned. Thanking my breeder for his load. He held his cock in my asshole as it emptied itself. The overflow of jizz running out of my loosening ass hole, down my back, and onto to mattress to pool underneath me. He started to withdraw his stiff member from my saturated hole, making his cock bounce as he pulled back. I was amazed that he was still hard after having cum, been fucked, and cummed again. My eyes wide as I stared at his cum covered cock moved back to my mouth for a cleaning. He placed his dick head at my lips and I opened up again, greeted by the taste of his cum and my asshole. "Amazed Dad is still hard, huh Son?" he asked. I nodded as he gently face fucked me while I cleaned his cock. Making sure my tongue covered and buffed every bit of his shaft, balls, and crotch. "We'll get you on some Trimix too once you convert, Son. That mixed with the virus is a powerful cocktail. You'll be able to breed as many neg sluts as you want without so much a break for them to change their mind." He grabbed the back of my head and started face fucking me harder. Pushing his head past my uvula and into my throat proper. It was a hard to breathe as he plugged my throat with his cock, but I didn't care. I simply focused on relaxing my throat as much a possible. Suppressing any gag reflex so "Dad" could fuck my throat. He gripped my neck saying "I can feel my cock through your throat, Son. You like getting this hole fucked too?" I hummed in affirmation not being able to speak with his dick thrusting in and out of my mouth. "You've been gifted two loads in your ass, plenty of precum everywhere else, and I'm sure my poz cum infected its way into your piss slit when you fucked me using one of the loads for lube." He recounted as his trusts against my face continued, balls slapping my chin, my nose pushing into his pubes. "You've been a great slut for Dad's cum." he praised. "Even depositing your last neg load into your Dad to be tainted and converted in my poz hole. I'm going to feed that incubated load back to you once I finished with your mouth." He erupted inside me, his cock too far into the back of my throat to taste it, but felt his cock pulsing against my tongue. My mouth and throat thumping in time with his heartbeat as he came. I coughed around his dick swallowing his third load. When he was satisfied he pulled out, head dripping with cum, cock covered in spit and phlegm. Then he got up, and straddled my face with his hips. Seating his hole above my face so I could get a good view. He started pushing out my cum he had been converting in his hole, the salty strands hitting my face and sliding down to my mouth. I reached up and pulled him into me, stiffening my tongue to push in and open up his asshole for my toxic cream pie. I felched his hole this way sucking out every drop of my load from his hole. As his hole relaxed I fixe my lips against his ass lips and sucked outward puffing up his hole like a pussy. He moaned and squirmed, occasionally playing with my cock as I did my work. "Who knew I raised such a kinky pig, Son? You're doing things to your Dad he doesn't get to experience every day." he praised. "Guess it really is true, like father like son." He lifted off of me and laid back down next to me cradling me in his arms. We made out again, and I snowballed the cum I sucked out of his ass between us. Our hands massaging and stroking our sweaty and filthy bodies. Daylight had started to come in from the windows. We both lifted our heads to look out into the coming morning. We looked at each other and laughed. "Can't say I expected an all nighter, Son." he said smiling at me. "Me either, Dad. Happy to have lost track of time with you." I replied. "Me too, Son. Dad does have to go to work today though." he said signaling our time was coming to a close. I started to get up but he held me in the bed for a moment. "I sure I still have one last parting load for you, Boy. Let's say we hit the showers?" he suggested, I quickly and excitedly accepted. "Good boy." he replied, and brought me to the bathroom. The bathroom was pretty standard, but featured a large standing shower with a seated bench made of marble that attached from the wall. He flipped a few knobs and the shower turned on but I didn't notice any water. Yet the glass beginning to fill with steam from the heat inside. "Doubles as a sauna." he said proudly as he cleared up my confusion. "Don't want my boy kneeling onto a cold shower floor." "Kneeling?" I thought. He guided me into the shower. Heated air rushing out into the bathroom as we stepped in. The hot humid air clinging to our bodies. "Alright, in your knees, pig." I obeyed and got down on my knees, facing his cock. I moved to suck it but he pushed me away. "Not yet, boy." he said aiming the head at me. The sauna air filled with the scent of piss as he let loose a stream of urine onto me as I kneeled. The warm fluid hit my body felt warmer than the heated air we stood in as it ran down my face and chest. I wasn't prepared for this level of debauchery, but I was definitely here for it. As he marked me in his piss he moved closer telling me to open my mouth. I did as asked and soon had the salinated liquid filling up and pouring out of my mouth. I swallowed some but let the rest run down my body, arching forward and sticking out my ass in a lewd display of submission. Looking up at the man who had been fucking me all night who was staring back at me with all of the pride and admiration in the world. "That's right, Son. Baptize yourself in Dad's piss. Become the pig you were ment to be." As he finished up, he lifted me up into an embrace. Pressing our cocks together between us. "I want you to let go of your bladder, Son. Relax, and let your stream flow between us." He soothingly encouraged. It took a minute to relax and focus in my bladder, but soon I also began emptying myself. The piss shooting up between us like a fountain before running down our torso, waist, and legs. We kissed more, slower but still deep as we savored the sensation and intimacy. We were truly giving each other every bit of ourselves that night. We held each other for a bit longer after I had fully evacuated the urine in my bladder. Our cocks stiffening against or sticky poss covered bodies. "It's time to get another dose, Son" he said and sat down on the marble bench in the shower. His cock stood straight up waiting for me to puncture myself ontop of it. I moved to sit down in his lap facing away and guided his cock into my hole. There was no resistance, between the evening of fucking, the steam, and the cum still brewing inside me his cock just slid right in. We took it slow as I just ground and bounced my hips into his pelvis. His hands guiding and steering me to this target. The smell of piss and sex lingered heavily in the shower/sauna. He moved forward shifting the angle of his fuck stick as I plowed myself. The shift causing his cock to graze my prostrate as I rode him. My stimulation stiffened my cock as his dick rub against the p spot. Each pump priming a load to erupt from me and suddenly I moaned aloud as his cock forced me to ejaculate. My ass clamped down hard on him, making him buck and shoot. Our cries of ecstasy ecohing against the shower tile. I sank into him one last time, trying to mimic the dismount he performed on me earlier. Yet try as I might, I couldn't muster the muscle tension of my hole. It had been fucked useless. As I pulled off a clog of semen rushed out of my hole. He moved forward and quickly laped it up with his tongue. "Get on your knees and arch forward, Son. Your hole is too loose to keep Dad's gift in. I did as asked and he stepped from the shower briefly to rummage in a near by drawer. He then returned with a butt plug and pushed it inside of my gaping hole making sure the flare at the end was secured. "There you go, Son. Now you can carry my seed with you all day until it's absorbed." I thanked him, standing up slowly to adjust to the stiff plug now inside of me. He embraced me again, kissing my forehead and cheeks tenderly. "Let's get washed up."

Jake’s latest trip to Berlin was nothing short of a pig’s paradise. The moment he stepped off the plane, the city’s pulsing energy filled him with an insatiable hunger for the depraved sexual adventures that awaited him. As he strutted off the airplane, jockstrap hugging his hips, he realized it had now been five hours without a cock filling him up and that had to be fixed. He knew exactly where he needed to go. The closest men’s bathroom was his first stop, a place where he could ease into the city's vibe. The scent of sex and piss hit him like a warm, familiar embrace as he walked in. The bathroom was a cesspool of depravity, and he felt right at home. Standing at the urinal, shorts low enough for his tattoo to show, he was advertising. Within minutes, he was approached by a scruffy college student, who couldn’t resist the allure of Jake’s "fuck me" tattoo. The man's eyes widened with hunger as he took in Jake's lean body and inviting ass. Without a word, the stranger grabbed him and pushed him into a stall. Jake eagerly dropped to his knees, ready to serve. The student whipped out his cock, already hard and leaking precum. Jake took it in his mouth, savoring the taste of pre-flight nerves and the thrill of the unknown. He sucked greedily, feeling the stranger's hand gripping at his hair and forcefully guiding his movements. The student groaned, and Jake knew he had found a worthy first cock for his Berlin adventure. After the student had fucked him hard and left his hole dripping, Jake was ready to go. He headed downstairs to meet up with his friend who had come to pick him up. Jake headed to their usual meeting spot, the main floor's bathroom where he saw his piggy friend eagerly waiting and received another fresh load deep in his eager hole. They headed out to the car and Jake saw another friend waiting. He had barely gotten in the car before the third man had his dick out, and Jake's ass was in the air, receiving yet another sloppy, raw fucking on the back seat. The car's interior was sticky with lust as the driver watched the two fuck, filling Jake’s ass with a third thick load. Not even in the country for 10 minutes and already experiencing Germany’s finest hospitality. The next day, Jake woke up in a friend’s squalid apartment, his body sticky and reeking of cum. He didn't even bother to shower before heading out to the train tracks, a notorious cruising spot. The thrill of exhibitionism was a potent aphrodisiac for him, and he craved the attention of strangers watching him be used like the whore he was. As he stumbled along the tracks, feeling the vibrations of approaching trains, a group of burly, hairy daddies emerged from the shadows. They were exactly what Jake had been dreaming of – tall, muscular, and smelling of sweat and desire. They circled him like hungry predators, their eyes gleaming with lust. He knew what was coming and couldn’t wait. One by one, they took him, each one more aggressive and piggy. Jake’s tight hole was stretched and pounded, his screams of pleasure echoing through the industrial wasteland. The sound of trains rushing by only heightened the intensity of the gang rape. The men used his body with no regard for his comfort, pushing him to his limits. They didn’t care who saw or heard, they were too consumed by their own desires. Cum filled Jake's ass as they came inside him, one after another. The feeling of being bred was intoxicating, and he begged for more. They fisted him, slapped his ass, and spat in his mouth, and he loved every second of it. People, cars, trains all passing by, seeing the boy gutted and gaped. The pain and humiliation were his currency, his way of feeling truly alive. For the next few days, Jake threw himself into the Berlin pig scene. Each night was a blur of drugs, sweat, and cum. He attended parties where he was passed around, his body used and abused in every imaginable way. His moans and screams were music to the ears of the perverts that surrounded him, and his ass was never empty. He was pissed on, fisted, and even had his CBT limits pushed. Yet, he never once said no, living up to his reputation as an insatiable bottom. In the dimly lit dungeons and back alleys, Jake found his true happiness, a place where his desires were not just accepted but celebrated. The rawness of the encounters, the lack of boundaries, and the pure, animalistic passion of the men around him brought him to a level of ecstasy that nothing else could match. Then came his time to shine at the infamous Lab. oratory, the mecca of extreme sexual debauchery that drew in the most voracious pigs from around the globe. A place where Jake felt most at home. The anticipation had him trembling with excitement, his pink little hole still leaking cum from the days before. He eagerly anticipated the raw, unbridled fucking he was about to receive. Jake patiently waited in line to get in and was wearing the required all black, but still managed to be in assless shorts letting his infamous tattoo be seen. The cool night air caressed his exposed cheeks and the scent of his musky desire filled the atmosphere around him. As he waited, Jake noticed the two towering figures approaching from the front of the line. The first was a bearish daddy, his thick beard and muscular build a stark contrast to Jake's lean, youthful form. The second man was a bit shorter but equally as hairy and muscular, with a sadistic twinkle in his eye. They were the kind of men who knew exactly what they wanted and took it without apology. As they approached the taller one, a German heavyweight with a deep, gruff accent, spotted Jake's ass and smirked. He leaned in and whispered something to his friend, who chuckled darkly. They both knew Jake by reputation, having seen his pictures and videos circulating in the underground kink scene. The shorter man gave Jake's ass a firm slap, and the crowd parted before them as they approached. "Pig royalty like you don't wait in lines," the tall daddy growled, his grip firm grabbing Jake's jockstrap. "Let's get that cunt wrecked." The crowd's reaction was a mix of awe and envy as they recognized Jake. Some had seen his work before, while others had only heard the legend of the insatiable bottom from New York. They murmured to each other, knowing that tonight would be one for the history books. The two men didn't even bother to ask Jake's consent; they simply claimed him as their own, pulling him out of line and into the club. The crowd parted like the Red Sea, and the bouncers nodded in recognition as the trio passed. Inside, the club was a maze of leather, chains, and sweaty, half-dressed men, all looking for their next conquest. The air was thick with the scent of sex and lust. As they entered the dimly lit space, the music pounded like a heartbeat, the bass resonating through Jake's body. The lights played off the chrome surfaces, creating an industrial, almost dystopian, atmosphere. The walls were lined with various play areas, each more extreme than the last. The crowd was a sea of naked and leather-clad, muscled men, all watching the new arrivals with hunger in their eyes. Jake had been to extreme places before, but there was always something about his first steps into the Lab. oratory that sent a shiver down his spine. It was the kind of club that didn't just push boundaries—it obliterated them. The two daddies led him to a raised platform in the center of one of the main rooms, where a group of equally rough-looking men were already waiting, their cocks out and ready. Jake recognized a few immediately where they had indeed fucked him before, in various cities and at various underground events. They knew of his limitless urge to please, and they were eager to show him off to the others. They didn't bother with small talk, securing him to the St. Andrew's Cross with thick, heavy chains. The crowd gathered around, hungry for the show. They saw his “Fuck Me” tattoo and whispers and screams passed through the crowd as they had all heard tales of the New York bottom's insatiable appetite for pain and pleasure. They weren't about to miss out on watching him in action. Once secured, the shorter daddy stepped forward, a wicked grin spreading across his face. He unbuckled his leather pants, revealing his rock-hard, uncut cock. The crowd eagerly watched as the music seemed to fade into the background as he approached Jake. He didn't bother with a warm-up, just a quick swipe of spit to lubricate his shaft before plunging into the young man's eager hole. Jake let out a guttural moan, his eyes rolling back in his head as the crowd watched with rapt attention. He loved being so exposed, so used, and so utterly alive. Music blasting, all eyes on him, and a daddy's thick cock stretching him to his limits, filling him completely. After a few rough minutes of warm up, the taller one began to fist Jake's ass, his huge tattooed knuckles and arms disappearing deeper inside as Jake's hole gaped open. The two men took turns fucking and fisting Jake, using his body as their personal playground. They didn't hold back, pushing him to the brink of pain and pleasure. They used his nipples piercings as handles, tugging and pulling as they pounded into him, making him scream with every thrust. Tugging roughly at his guiche while their rough fists slid in and out. His ass was a canvas for their sadistic artistry, a symbol of his submission to their will. As the night went on, Jake was passed around from one depraved pig to the next, each one taking his turn to claim the infamous bottom. He was spat on, pissed on, and covered in sweat. His body was pushed to its absolute limits, and he reveled in every moment of it. The crowd watched, some jerking off, others eagerly waiting their turn. The Lab.oratory was a sprawling maze of dark, damp rooms, each one more depraved than the last and Jake had seen them all. The walls were lined with slings, St. Andrew’s crosses, and various BDSM equipment, the air thick with the scent of sweat, piss, and the musky aroma of male arousal. The lighting was dim, casting eerie shadows across the bare, industrial space, with strobe lights piercing through to illuminate the carnage of pleasure happening within. The sound of grunts, slaps, and whips filled the air. Everything a pig could want and more was located deep in that paradise. Jake continued to pass from room to room, his jockstrap covered in other men’s filth, barely containing his abused and swollen cock and balls. The tattoo across his ass cheeks was an open invitation to any man who dared to read it. In every new room he was met with a cacophony of crude catcalls and whistles greeting him, as if the very air was alive with the lust of the men who spotted him. He made his way through the throngs of horny, hairy daddies, their eyes hungrily devouring his youthful body. Each man he passed was more massive and muscular than the last, their furry chests, beefy arms, and ripe pits a testament to the kind of power and dominance that made his knees quiver and his heart race. He found his way to the back, where a particularly nasty-looking daddy with a thick, uncut cock was already pounding away at a squealing pig in a sling. The sight of the older man’s powerful strokes made Jake’s mouth water and his leaking hole clench in anticipation. Over the next two days, Jake was passed around like a piece of prime meat at an all-you-can-eat buffet. He was face-fucked, spit on, pissed in, and fisted without a single complaint. His tight, smooth hole was stretched beyond belief as one after another, the muscular daddies took turns plunging their raw, sweaty cocks, arms, feet, and more deep inside him. Each time he was filled with hot, sticky cum, he begged for more, his voice hoarse from the constant screams of pleasure and pain. One particularly memorable encounter was with a beastly daddy who loved to play with Jake’s sensitive feet. The man had a thick, furry chest and a cock that was a monster in and of itself. He bound Jake’s wrists to the sling, his ankles spread wide and fastened in the air. The man proceeded to tickle, lick, and suck his toes and every inch of his feet while pounding into him without mercy. The mix of pleasure and pain had Jake writhing and squirming, his toes curling and uncurling in ecstasy. Another time, he found himself in a public area of the club, where a group of men were playing a game of piggy poker. The stakes? Each player took turns fucking Jake’s ass while the others cheered and jeered, betting on who could make Jake scream the loudest or which man would cum the fastest. Jake was a trooper, enduring round after round of rough, anonymous sex, his body a canvas for the men to claim and mark as they saw fit. But it was the fisting that truly set Jake’s soul on fire. A burly, bear-like daddy, with a beard so thick it could hide small animals, took Jake into a cage while others watched. The man’s fists and thick, hairy arms were like sledgehammers, and the way he stretched and filled Jake’s ass was nothing short of divine. He worked his way deep inside Jake’s already gaped cunt until he was bicep deep. He would swap arms, throwing deep punches just to watch Jake scream. The pain was intense, but the feeling of fullness and submission was heavenly. In between the hardcore sessions, Jake took part in some milder kinks, like cruising the dark rooms with his mouth full of cock, getting used like a human urinal by a line of desperate, leaking [banned word], and having his smooth skin scribbled on with permanent markers by men who claimed him as their property. For Jake, the night was a blur of sensations—the sting of a flogger, the bite of a zipper, the sweet pain of a needle. But through it all, he remained in a state of ecstasy, his moans and cries echoing through the club. As the sun began to rise on the second day, Jake stumbled out of Lab. oratory, his body bruised and his hole gaping, feeling utterly and completely used. The Berlin streets were quiet, but the memories of the filthy piggy fun he’d had were anything but. His journey had taken him to new heights of depravity, and he couldn’t wait for his next trip to indulge in the city’s sinful delights once more. As Jake got ready to head back to New York, his body showed signs of Berlin’s wear. His skin was bruised, his ass unbelievably sore, and his throat was raw from screaming and deep-throating. But his spirit was unbroken. He was a pig through and through, and Berlin was his heaven. The city had claimed him once again, and he knew he would return, eager to dive back into the depths of its depraved underbelly. As he boarded the plane to leave, his ass still leaking cum and his heart racing from the experiences, Jake couldn’t help but feel a twinge of sadness. But it was a bittersweet feeling, because he knew that his Berlin adventures would only make him crave more, and he had the rest of his life to seek out the darkest, most extreme piggy playgrounds the world had to offer.

Hello everyone, just for context i’m 20 years old and this is my first time posting on here. Anyways im just starting to get more comfortable with meeting up with men from Grindr and Sniffies. I have probably blown like 8 men in the past year. I am on a family trip to Miami and have been extremely horny. As per usual I fire open grindr and chat with people around me to find a potential guy to suck off/swallow. I finally found some guy (44 years old with a faceless profile) here on a conference and he sent me a few pictures of his cock, it looked nice and girthy and due to my pent up horniness I asked no further questions and sent my album. Soon after chatting on and off for an hour he sent me another picture of his crotch with his jeans on stating his cock was throbbing underneath. After seeing that, it made me lose my inhibitions and try to figure out a way I could sneak him into my room. After some thinking I tell my family that we should all go to the pool and I headed down to the chairs, soon after everyone followed and get comfortable. I tell then told the family my stomach was hurting and I had to go to the bathroom. I then quickly rush into the hotel and start heading towards our room, at the same time I messaged the man on grindr to come up to my room. From our first message up until now I realized I never asked him for a face picture. Typically when meeting up with men I ask for their face for safety and to make sure they match up to their stats. I instantly feel this worry/guilt but with the adrenaline of meeting him I continue. Within a few minutes he knocked on the door. As I open in front of me was a 6’1 white man who was almost bald and conventionally attractive/ not bad looking. He comes in sort of breathless and nervous like. I directed him to the corner and start undressing. He immediately grabs my cock and I his. The next second I signal for him to drop his draws and out bounced a 6.5-7 inch girthy big white cock. I drop to my knees and begin blowing him. He sits down on the chair and I start working my way up and down and within a minute he cums in my mouth. I swallow his silky load and he immediately thanks me and pulls up his pants and goes on about his day. I have never barebacked yet due to hesitation and not being on prep. I normally am more anal about face pics and things of that nature. But this time seeing his cock was all I needed. I felt used, but a good kind of used where I would almost do it again. I find myself letting myself go and doing more quote on quote risky things. Maybe this will be the start to more anon blowjobs. How did you guys start/evolve? Were you once strict with urself and opened up later on or were you open from the get go ? .

Grand Rapids—August, 2024 On Saturday night I continued my weekend devoted to sex. Osvaldo, the young man who loves to get bred by multiple daddies and who loves to video the act, had been after me to come up to the big city again. This was the perfect day to see him as it was All Gender Night at the bathhouse there, insuring a crowd. We agreed to meet at 8:30pm. I was a little early. And so was he. I had stripped to jock, boots and wrist band, with my towel over my shoulder. I went upstairs to the play area—and there he was giving a seated daddy some head… He gets up and gives me a hug. The daddy moves away, so I lead Osvaldo to a dark alcove where bisexual porn is playing. There are some chairs here and a very tall medical exam table. A handsome, tatted, late 30’s white guy is getting head from a man my age. I bend Osvaldo over, so his chest is on the table top. I kneel and begin eating out his plump ass. He moans. I have positioned him so he can watch the other two men. Osvaldo moans again and grinds his ass into my face. I switch back and forth from fucking him with my tongue to grinding my bearded chin into his hole. “Fuck me, Papi!” I reluctantly stand up. My greased clock slides into his welcoming, wet hole. Across from us, I am pleased to see the older guy is now riding the cock of the tatted guy, bouncing hard on it. My hand smacks Osvaldo’s full ass. The sound fills in the small space—and brings in a couple of towel clad men to watch the rutting. I pull out and taste his hole once more. Just a quick lick—and my cock is back up him. I fuck him hard and fast. Tatted guy turns to me. “Wanna switch?” Both bottoms are eager for this. I pull out as the older man stands up. He bends over the back of a chair for me. Osvaldo stays in place. I love seeing him take cock. I sink into the older guy’s stretched hole. Tatted guy delivers a very hard fuck, making Osvaldo pant. Just as suddenly, he stops and walks away. The older guy asks if I’m going to load him. I tell him I won’t be doing that to anybody for another three hours… He pulls off me and goes to suck some cock in the main porn viewing area. I hunker down behind Osvaldo to taste his hole after the tatted guy’s fuck. He is wonderfully wet. Eventually, I stand up and fuck him a little more, before we head to the fuck bench area. A very large young man is sitting on an ottoman behind the bench. Instantly, Osvaldo is on his knees and begins to suck him. I kneel and fuck Osvaldo, giving the young man a wonderful view of my dick going into his ass. But the floor is hard. I suggest we move to the bench. Osvaldo positions himself on it. The young guy stands to feed him his cock. I do a quick rim and stand up to fuck. “Is it alright for me to fuck him, too?” “Of course.” We change places. Osvaldo hungrily swallows me down, moaning at all the different juices now inside his ass. The young man has a very small dick. I pull out of Osvaldo’s mouth and move around so I can pull Osvaldo’s full butt cheeks apart. It works. The guy fucks him, panting hard. Another daddy is in now in Osvaldo’s mouth. Suddenly the fucker stops and splits. I inspect the ass crack with my tongue. It’s not a full load of cum, but incredibly tasty. I eat some—and fuck some deeper into Osvaldo’s gut, all while he has another man’s cock in his mouth… * Osvaldo tells me a regular of his has a room. We go there. The guy is likely a little older than me, slender and with a good seven inches where it counts. Osvaldo gets up on the bed and sucks him as I eat his ass once more. Soon, the older guy turns him and slides into him. Osvaldo is positioned so it’s impossible for me to use his mouth. I jerk to the fuck for a while, but the guy has no interest in sharing. I excuse myself, telling Osvaldo to find me at the sling when he’s done. I go upstairs and sit by the sling. Two men, both around my age, take turns sucking me—one on my cock and one on my balls. They know how to share. They are constantly moving, holding my dick for the other to suck. It’s hot. I idly wonder if they are partners. Osvaldo arrives, conceivably with a load in his ass. He watches for a moment, then gets in the sling. “Looks like you are needed over there,” says one of my suckers. I go over. My suckers are in no hurry to leave—they want to watch the live porn. I kneel and taste the juices seeping out of Osvaldo’s ass. He groans. I moan and lick away. “Stick that big cock in him," one of my suckers says. I stand up. My cock slaps Osvaldo’s cock mound in his jock, before I push into his well fucked hole. The suckers get up and come closer. One plays with Osvaldo’s nipples while his buddy jerks off. I start a slow fuck and build it up until I am rattling the sling chains. Finally, I have to stop and catch my breath. I pull out, and quickly go to my knees and bury my face there, as Osvaldo’s juicy ass drips out someone’s load… * We go to his room. He takes video after video of him sucking me, of riding me, of me fucking him from behind. This is my least favorite part of the evening, simply as I know he has a whole library full of video with me in him. But he loves it. So, we do it. We separate for a time. He goes off to see who might fuck him without me around. “You intimidate them, you know,” he smiles. I check out the all gender gathering, which is up some back stairs. They are playing ‘getting to know you’ games. No sex. But our tatted friend is now there. I leave them to it. I think I have a willing man as I sit in a downstairs lounge. He cruises me three times, but won’t make a move to join me on the mattress there. Osvaldo finds me instead. We fuck on the mattress, with him on all fours. But we both miss the sling. We go up. There is a hetro couple there, sitting in the chairs to the side. She is wrapped in a towel. He’s naked and massaging her feet. Osvaldo doesn’t hesitate. He hops in the sling. I go to my knees and eat his wet ass. I stand up and slide in. The couple is enjoying the show. The guy’s cock is now hard and he uses it on the massage of the soles of her feet. I fuck. I rim. I have Osvaldo suck my dick straight from his ass. The two men who sucked me come back. I motion them over, but they don’t want to block the view of the straight couple, so they stay behind them, now both stroking their dicks. It's near midnight. My balls are telling me it’s time. “You want my cum?” I ask, more for the audience, than Osvaldo. “You know I do!” “I’m really close…” I fuck a few more strokes. “I want your piss, too!” His eyes are shining up at me. He knows how to turn on our oglers. I pick up the tempo of the fuck. And I start shooting. My cum spurts and spurts—deep in his hole. I grab the chains. My body contorts. I just hold on. And wait. In moments, my cock begins to unload piss in him. Fuck, it’s endless. I have tanked up more than I realized. Over to the side, one of the two suckers fires a load on the floor. I am still pissing—and tell Osvaldo so. “I can feel it. SOOOO full….” I have conveniently tucked my towel under the sling, in case he loses some as I pull out. He doesn’t. I go to my knees to clean up his pucker. The husband actually gives a little gasp of pleasure and surprise as I do it. I help Osvaldo out of the sling. He races to the shower, to video the release of the piss load. I nod to our audience. I am pleased the wife can’t take her eyes off the site of my wet cock as I tuck it away… (Osvaldo sends it to me on the drive home—it is a gorgeous arc of pale yellow streaming out of him for 25 seconds.) The original is here, with pics: From My Side of the Sling: Osvaldo Takes the Loads September 13, 2024

Yes. I love men, love cock, love cum. Rough hard poundings are my favorite and yes when my hole is getting a hard rough pounding I feel absolutely masculine.

Agreed, but with one caveat: Within the context of a B/d, S/m scene, any acts that may injure the bottom in some way need to be specified. The entire purpose of the requisite "negotiation", is so each man can speak honestly and freely before the scene takes place - and preferably well before the scene takes place. I mean this to apply to any B/d, S/m scene, or similar. This quantifies what can, and what cannot happen within the Scene.

Atta boy !!! Keep on going strong !!!

Good job! Don't be nervous. My experience has been that people are VERY encouraging when you post stories because they're hungry pigs. 🙂 If they're mean or give you unhelpful feedback just try to let it go. Sometimes people have GOOD feedback though, so try to be open to that. I've found that people can sometimes nudge something in your brain that you didn't know was there or make you go "oh, I hadn't thought of it that way." My suggestion would be to keep stories shorter and don't make them open ended, that can start to feel overwhelming and make you not want to come back to it. If you have an idea at the beginning how long it will be, setting that expectation can help...just say "I think this will be 5-6 parts." Then people aren't posting "will there be more, please?" Over and over. Try to figure out where you want it to end up, but sometimes the characters will take you somewhere you didn't expect, so be open to that, too. The first stories I posted were on Nifty.org (they're all here now) and I'm STILL friends with one of the guys who emailed me from that first story! I've never met him in person but we've been online friends for over 10 years now. 🙂 Congrats on your first story!

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...

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.

Hi all. Just finally getting back to writing. So sorry for the delay

Here is mine

Hope there will be more

Wow, what a hot post. I agree that there is nothing more exciting than getting fucked and bred by strangers. I would do it all day long if I could. It sounds like you are naturally progressing through your kinks - i think that your safety is an important aspect as well. I have just bought my first chastity cages & am waiting for them to arrive. I bought a few different styles to see what suits me. I was also quite interested in your mention of audio sensory deprivation with headphones and hypnosis music. I would love to try this and I was wondering what cumdump hypnosis tracks you listen to. I would appreciate any suggestions on where to find cumdump hypnosis audio tracks.

I just got down close to the back porch of the house when I heard my phone go off, I looked at it and realized it was my mom, so I quickly answered it and talked to her for a moment. She asked me about how I was enjoying the party, what I was up to and how many drinks I had so far. I was honest with her about everything except what I was up to. Of course im not telling her what happened with me and frank, that is staying between us. She mentioned that her and my father were staying for at least another hour or 2, and just wanted to check in on me. Satisfied with my responses and hearing from me doing ok she told me to have fun and got back to the event that my parents were at. As I put my phone away and looked up i realized I wasn’t alone. Harold had come down the hill from the party and was walking right up to me, a slight smirk on his face as he approached me. Harold: Hey there young man, how’s your night going? Me: Oh hey Harold, so far so good. I just got off the phone with my folks, they seem to be doing good. Harold: Glad to hear it. Hey since you’re down here, did you want to come in for a drink of whiskey with me? Just you and me. Me: Yeah, sure! That sounds good, I just have to use the washroom if that’s ok. Harold: Sure thing Zack. You can use it anytime, you know that! You could have used it earlier too you know. You already had no problem using it as your own personal photo booth hehe… Me: Huh? I wasn’t sure I heard that last part correctly. Was I really buzzing hard or did he just say what I thought he did? Did he just imply that he knew about me using the bathroom to take a picture of my ass on display? Harold: Go on in and use the washroom bud. Door’s unlocked. I’m going to have a smoke out here before I head inside. While Harold lit his smoke I went inside quickly and tried not to panic. How did he know about me taking a picture of myself like that? Did he know I was gay? Would he tell my parents about this? So many questions swirling in my head didn’t help how I felt at all or the fullness in me that said I needed to go to the bathroom, so I made my way towards the bathroom and tried to convince myself that whatever harold said was not going to be a big deal. I went in the bathroom and closed the door behind me, and went right to the mirror to check myself over. I felt like I needed to use the toilet so I pulled my pants off and sat down on the toilet seat. I thought I just had some gas, but nope… when I relaxed my anal muscles it made a loud “ppfffrt!” sound and I farted loudly into the toilet, followed by a weird feeling starting, almost like something was starting to leak out of my loosened hole. I looked and as I relaxed more my ass let loose the floodgates that had opened up, I farted out a lot of thick, white fluid that jarred me since it looked like it was a TON of cum. There was no mistaking that smell and what it felt like, it was Frank’s big load of cum. I felt like my ass had pissed itself. How did I end up full of jizz like this? My ass literally felt full, like someone had pissed inside of me, but it was all just a big load of jizz! He told me he wouldn’t cum in me if I let him fuck me bare… and I told him not to cum in me, he even said he wouldn’t! I pushed out some more massive globs of cum. I could feel the weight of it plopping into the toilet and it was thick and seemed to almost stick to my insides, like it didn’t want to come out of me. I felt betrayed and scared that I was bred without my consent, but I was also really turned on for some weird reason by the lewd scenario. He liked my ass so much that he wanted to cum in me, no he needed to cum in me. But was he even safe? Would I need to get tested now? I started to panic again, but for a different reason this time and for a brief moment I had forgotten about harold and what he said to me since I was in the bathroom, pants on the floor and a huge load of cum up my ass planted deep by a stud who had balls larger then I have ever seen when I told him to pull out. I still was trying to push more of his load out but it felt like a lot more was up inside of me further, like he had cum into my stomach and only so much was able to drain out at the moment. Frank must cum like a firehose! I started thinking back to when we were on the snowmobile together after he had convinced me to let him in me bareback for a short period of time. When he was balls deep in me and I felt him throbbing and spasming inside me I should have known he was cumming in me then! I felt so stupid. Maybe he planned this the whole time? Before I could think about it anymore, I heard the front door open and slam shut. Muffled talking for a moment, then footsteps approached the bathroom door. “Hello?” I called out but got no response. Just silence. I quickly turned off the light thinking someone from the shed party came down to use the bathroom but they might be drunk so I didn’t want them to find me in here farting out big globs of franks cum. Sitting there on the toilet almost naked I hear the door open and this stranger come in and quickly undress. I was in shock from how bold this man was, he walks over to me and puts his cock in front of my face and whispered to me: “I know you want this. Put it in your mouth boy.” That voice sounded exactly like harold, was that him? I hesitated, and when I didn’t act right away the man in front of me turned the light back on. It was Harold! He glarred down at me and spoke quietly again: Harold: Come on kid, I know all about you and frank, he told me about you letting him cum up in your arsehole. He showed me the picture you sent him in MY bathroom pushing your ass out for him like a true faggot. So here is what’s going to happen. You are going to do as I say, and if you don’t be a good little slut for me I’ll be showing this picture of you in my bathroom to your father and mother. Would you like that? Them to know that you’re a fucking faggot and you are looking for dick in my house, begging men to come and fuck you? I couldn’t even form words. Not only was I being blackmailed by the family friend who wanted me to service him, but frank was telling others he had fucked my ass full of cum and that I had asked for it! I told him not to cum in me and he broke my trust by breeding me without my consent or knowledge and then he was telling other people he fucked me full of cum and I asked for it, meanwhile he is showing the picture I sent to him to harold, maybe other guys as well? I felt seriously ill, and the hard cock in front of me wasn’t helping right now. Harold: Well, what’s it going to be cocksucker? You like dick right? You should love mine heheh. Me: U-uhh, listen to me harold… frank wasn’t supposed to cum in me! I told him to wear a condom but he didn’t, and then I told him he needed to pull out but he never did…. Harold: Shut up whore! I didn’t ask how you got your fat ass loaded up, but I am telling you to suck my cock and make it nice and wet. Now learn how to follow orders or your getting punished! I was surprised by how rude and snappy he was with me all of a sudden, his kindness was gone and all I could see was a man filled with lust. He wanted me, and as much as I should have been scared I told myself to do as he asked, hopefully he would keep his word if I was good and not tell anybody else about this! Harold’s cock was absolutely massive, It was uncut with long foreskin that partially covered his cock even when it was at full mast, the shaft being even thicker then franks dick and it looked to be as thick as my wrist, if not a bit thicker and about 10 inches long! He had long gray pubes that covered the base of his thick tool like a lions mane, and giant balls that must not get drained often considering the sheer size. Each of his nuts looked like each were a giant plum! I slowly reached out and took his massive schlong in my hands and groped his big balls before I started to enjoy sucking on all of it. It had definitely been at least a day since he showered, but it tasted incredible. He smelled very manly, his natural musk turning me on the more I gulped his cock down my throat. Harold: Atta boy… you know your place well. Take your time and savor it… The big mushroom head of his dick seemed to grow even bigger as I tasted him, it was such a nice feeling having it slide down my throat that I started to relax and really enjoy what was happening. That was before we heard footsteps and then a knock at the door. Vivian’s voice called out: Vivian: Harold? Are you in there? Harold: Yes honey, what is it? I almost stopped what I was doing in fear we would be caught, but Harold grabbed the back of my head and pulled me deep on his throbbing erection causing me to make a sound from the sudden throat fucking. Vivian: What was that noise? Harold: Oh… Zack was a bit stomach sick and had trouble talking because he was ill, poor thing was trying to not throw up. I helped him get in here to help him clean up and he is in here with me now. Harold gave me a look that told me ‘if you say anything out of line you’re in trouble’ Vivian: Zack is in there too? Is he alright? Harold pulled his cock back out of my mouth and nodded at me as if giving me permission to speak. Me: uh, yeah. I’m fine. Harold: He will be alright, don’t worry viv, I’m going to stay with him until he’s sure he will be ok. Vivian: Do you need me for anything? Maybe I should come in… Harold looked worried for a brief second, Did he forget to lock the door? Harold: NO, I mean, no hon. He doesn’t need to be overwhelmed right now, it’s better we don’t crowd him while he is feeling like this. I will be out again later when zack is feeling better. For now if anybody asks for me just tell them I’ll be back up soon ok? Can you head up to the shed and let the guys know? There was a brief pause before she spoke, Harold’s fat shaft still bobbing in front of me the entire time. Vivian: Okay, I’ll let them know you will be up shortly… is there anything else I can do? Harold: Yes actually, if you don’t mind hon I could use some more beer up in the cooler in the shed. It’s almost run dry, and since me and a few of the guys are drinking out if it could you refill it for me? I would really appreciate it. Vivian: Harold, you know nothing is open this hour of the night here! Where do you think I will get beer? Harold: I left some at the guys place, over where Jamie and his wife went this evening. John has a bunch in his basement too, head over there first because nobody is home so you won’t get distracted talking to anyone, Hahaha! Vivian: Oh I should have known you bought more and were hiding it from me… *grumbles* She seemed really upset at Harold and like she was not going to leave at all for a minute. He poked me in the face with his cock, precum sticking to the side of my cheek and leaving a string of pre between me and his log of a cock. He mouthed the words to me “when she leaves, I’m gonna give it to you good”, and I just looked at him while Vivian continued. Vivian: What else are you hiding from me lately Harold? Actually, don’t answer that, poor Zack doesn’t need all of this right now… feel better soon honey! I’ll try and be back soon so I can help you feel better! And Harold the next time you buy extra beer and HIDE IT at your friend’s place without telling me… Harold: Yes yes dear, I get it. Another time please? Zack isn’t doing the best here… With that last word, he grabbed the back of my head and with very little warning, shoved his cock into my mouth. It was so quick and unexpected I opened my mouth to say something but just got a mouthful of his fat dick, only less then half of it fit in my mouth but it was forceful and I gagged, audibly enough that Vivian heard it from the other side of the door. Vivian gasped and uttered a farewell before leaving in a hurry. Harold seemed to lightly hump my face, still keeping quiet and signaling for me to keep it down as well. This man was devious! He pulled out of my already sore mouth for just a minute and spoke to me: Harold: There, that old bitch won’t bother us for at least half an hour or maybe longer. John’s place is on the outskirts of town, then to go to where your parents are she has to drive even further! They are almost to the highway turn off and once she gets there, she will DEFINITELY talk to a few folks there heheh… we got a bit of time boy. Get to work. Me: Ah, o-ok… can we- Harold: LESS TALKING, MORE SUCKING FAGGOT! He shoved his cock in my mouth again while I was mid sentence, a bit roughly and I tried my best not to anger him more. Harold: If I feel teeth, im knocking yours out. I’ll tell viv ya fell and cracked yer face open when I wasn’t looking. Understand? I was feeling a little scared no matter how horny his dick made me, Harold was not usually like this towards me, but he was showing some terrible side of him I’d never seen before. This was completely unexpected from him to threaten me like this! I resigned myself to do my best to force his cock down my throat, and after a bit of working it and gagging more and more, I managed to get almost all of him deep in my throat, every time I went deeper he moaned loudly in approval. If I could just make him feel good I could get out of this mess. After about 10 minutes of sucking and enjoying what tasted like a hot mix of musk and precum, he asked if he could rim me. Me: Really? You would want to do that to me? Harold: I know your cunt is clean, Frank was balls deep in you and came out it fine. Besides, how else would i get you ready for my dick in your boy pussy? Come on, follow me and get your ass up doggy style on the bed. He left the bathroom, cock still hard and shiny from all my spit and precum that was beading up at the massive tip before turning a corner down the hallway, a short distance from me. I felt like had little choice but to follow him. Maybe if I make him feel good… he won’t tell anybody about all this. That’s what I kept telling myself, hopeful I would be right. Leaving my clothes in the bathroom, I walked into the bedroom wearing only my t shirt. I was semi-hard myself and leaking precum from how turned on my body was from all the male attention so far tonight. I had gotten more cock then I had bargained for already! Harold: lose the t shirt and get on the bed ass in the air boy. I said sure as I tossed my shirt to the floor and he growled at me almost possessively when I got on the bed on all fours like he asked. He started to lick and suck my hole which was driving me wild, he even fucked my hole with his tongue and I could hear him stroking his spit covered cock which made it even hotter. At one point he commented on how wet my ass was, and made a snide joke about how I liked having my hole filled with cum. I tried to ignore him but everything was so hot, and I was rock hard while he was making me feel pure bliss. Nobody had ever rimmed me before and he was on an expert level. Feeling the massive load frank left in me still trickling out of my relaxed rim while I was being eaten out felt exquisite, I had never ever felt something quite like this before but I knew I truly loved it. After a couple minutes of that he stands up and starts to tease my ass with his cock. I asked him if he had condoms as he dragged the head of his tool against my freshly rimmed hole. Harold: No, I never use them anymore. I had one left kicking around from years ago when me and viv still had sex but I don’t need them to fuck now so I don’t have anymore, sorry. I thought something was up when frank came begging for a condom to use. I figured he was fucking a chick at first, hahaha! Imagine my surprise when he comes back later to tell me he knocked up Jamie’s kid with a 5 day load! Me: Well he was supposed to use that condom but took it off…You don’t need them to fuck? What do you mean? Harold: I only fuck bitches who are on the pill or old enough that they can’t get pregnant anymore. Fucked a few faggots like you too… you gay boys can’t get pregnant either, but it sure is fun to try with ya. He started to apply pressure to my hole and I tensed up. I couldn’t let another man inside me bareback, especially since he was fucking all kinds of other people! It went against everything I was taught in safe sex education and I tried my best to preserve what little I thought I had left of my safety. I was really horny however and my body betrayed me, loosening up for his cockhead as it started to part my asshole wide open. Me: Harold, you have to put a condom on if your going to fuck me. I’m sorry but you need to.. Harold: No problem. I’m just going to put the head in. Before I could even respond he has the spit and precum covered head of his cock inside of my hole, it glided in with a wet lewd sound making me feel embarrassed by how noisy my ass was after being fucked and bred by such a big dick before. He proceeded to fuck me with just the head of his penis, not going any deeper but pulling it out, and pushing it back in despite my attempts to try and keep him out by squeezing my ass muscles. After about a minute of popping in and out, I ask him if I can suck him again. Trying anything I can to get him away from my ass. Harold: Why? Your hole is sucking me off just fine, besides it’s just the tip. Don’t worry so much about it.. I am trying to figure out a way I can distract him to get away from my butt when he grabs my hips, thrusted forward, and managed to slide about halfway inside of me. Instinctively I push my hole out to try and get him out, but this and the precum he’s leaked inside of me along with what was left of franks load deep in me helps him push all the way in. Holy fuck his cock was HUGE! If Frank had not fucked me and came in me tonight to loosen me and lube me up for this monster i'm not sure I could even take Harold like this. In between moans and whimpers I begged him to take his cock out of me, I felt uncomfortably full. He told me not to worry, he wouldn’t fuck me without a condom. He had his wife to protect. He just wanted to feel my hole for a bit before using my mouth again. I don’t know why I believed him, considering he told me before about his sexual shenanigans and he was now slowly sliding his raw shaft in and out of me. He started to pick up speed despite me asking him not to. It felt so good having this hunk of a man inside of me, even though I knew what was happening was very wrong, knowing his wife was not very far away and could walk in the door at anytime soon. I was buzzing and horny, and against all my better judgment I decided to let him fuck me for a bit before trying again to make him stop. He just felt so good sliding in and out of me, his bare cock rearranging my guts with the mushroom head leading the charge deeper then any man previously ventured. He was so big it just felt like he was pushing all the cum inside me even deeper to make way for his fat dick. The only sound in the room now was my occasional moan I couldn’t hold in…and his big smelly balls slapping my taint with every thrust. I tried not to think about how my parents would feel if they knew that instead of partying in the shed, I was actually bent over their friends bed while a chubby married guy three times my age was using his precum as lube in my bare hole. I realize about ten minutes later that I had accidentally let this guy fuck me into a daze. His technique was so pleasurable that I forgot i had asked him numerous times to stop fucking me. I had been playing with my cock and rubbing his balls while he was inside of me, thoroughly enjoying the massive tool in my backside pumping balls deep in me now with every thrust. Me: Are you getting close? I know im taking a big risk just letting you do this but you feel amazing, when you are about to cum can you pull out and cum on my back or my ass please? Harold: Glad you enjoy it boy… please what? He stopped fucking me on an in stroke and just left his fat cock in me, I felt it twitch and throb every few seconds deep in my bowels, making my cock throb in sync with it. Me: ummm, please sir? Harold: That’s better. Please sir what? He pulled back quickly almost all the way out and with a swift thrust of his hips he pumped in again balls deep. Holy shit, for an old man he sure can fuck! I moaned out involuntarily when he pushed all the way in again and he laughed at my response to how his dick made me feel. Me: ahh… please sir, cum all over my ass! I wiggled my butt for emphasis, moving my ass and also his cock that was deep inside me back and forth while I swayed my hips hoping he would indulge me and spray his load all over me and not inside. Harold: I’ll try. I’m just using your ass to get close then ill feed you my load, how does that sound? Me: I guess that seems ok… He slammed his cock in harder this time and his tip was grinding into the deeper parts of me. I felt my insides getting explored and violated and I moaned out louder then I liked to admit, the noises I made from his dick pounding me deep were embarrassing! Harold: Yeah, you want it deep in you boy? It’s going to all go in you… Harold growled possessively and smacked my ass hard with one hand, then resumed his primal pounding. He was not slow Or gentle at all now, it’s like he was working hard to achieve his goal, to cum. He was fucking me deep and hard. I felt his cock hitting my upper ring and spreading it open for him, It was the deepest he ever reached and I loved it, unable to deny how great it felt i ground my ass back on him. He stops moving for a moment and he kisses my neck and rubs my belly, pushing my torso down harder onto his cock, trying to feel his cock through my stomach. He was showing some kind of sweetness I had not seen from him before, but now I felt like I was getting skewered, my deep insides hurt and felt good at the same time. It really felt like he was reaching far past my rectum. My poor colon trying to accommodate the menacing intruder. I slid to my stomach to try and get away from him but he fell on top of me and pinned me into the bed. He started methodically pumping in and out of me, breathing into my ear. It was clear to me that he believed me about not wanting to get bred, he just didn’t care. He wanted to add to the partial load already inside me and mark my ass with his DNA. A few more minutes of me trapped underneath him, his sweat dripping on me, I feel him start to tense up. He slams his cock in my ass and picks up his pace. I don’t know how much more my insides can handle his relentless assault. His hips and balls slapping against me with wet slapping sounds. His hands pinning me down. Me: Can you pull out now sir? Let me make you cum sucking you off… He ignores me and slows down and gives me slow hard pounds. At this point he’s just stabbing my guts with it now. I still feel his rock hard sausage, solid as stone throbbing and twitching, stretching open my colon and making me feel things no man made me feel. He pushes in deep, even harder then before and somehow while he balls deep in me seems to reach just a little deeper as his cock seemed to expand and get even bigger, his head flaring inside me and pulsing, I could feel the heat radiating from his cock while it was deep inside me! All of a sudden, his cock started thrashing inside my ass like a eel and I instinctively squirmed but I didn’t expect to FEEL him cum in me, this was unlike frank. i didn’t expect to feel every spurt of his seed unload inside of me. It was so intense, that I came hands free while he was humping away. I was almost sure I felt his twitch and throb and bounce while I could feel each cumshot pulse out of his cock and shoot deep into my belly. I was mortified and turned on all at the same time! Me: OOF! UMM Harold? Are you cumming in me? Harold: Ahhh… Don’t worry little buddy. Just my precum. You have me really turned on and i pre a lot when I am turned on. Me: It feels like you are cumming inside me! Oh my god it’s so hot… Harold: Just relax and enjoy how it feels boy… His lies betrayed him as I felt his cock start to soften just a little bit, although he was still trapped inside me from his sheer size and it still felt like a slab of meat up inside of me as opposed to a steel beam rammed up my ass! Harold: Fuck the time. Viv will be back any minute. Here, I need to get off of you… His cock pops out with a moist sound, flopping out between his legs and I swear I could feel some fluid leak out of my hole and run down my balls. My legs are wobbly, my guts are sore and hot. His cock is out of me now… but what he left behind didn’t make me feel empty, my insides have a strange bloating sensation. It almost felt familiar after what happened with frank, but the feeling was much more intense and I noticed how aware I was of how full I felt deep inside. As I stood up, Harold was smiling at me like he had just caught a rabbit in his snare. It was almost a menacing smile, like he knew what he had done and knew that I did too. Harold: Look I don’t have time to keep fucking your faggot ass right now. If you really liked it and want more after, I can help ya with that boy. For now don’t tell anyone what happened here, and ill keep your little secret too, alright? Me: Sure… I won’t tell anybody. But you have to delete that picture and tell frank not to share it with anyone else! Harold: Delete this? And not have a delicious view of your chubby ass on display for me? Not a chance! You can talk to frank about that one. But im keeping this to remind me about our fun. Who knows, it might inspire me to come find that bum again soon hehe. He put his cock away, it was still sticky with our fluids but without even cleaning it off he got dressed and told me to do the same and quickly. While I was putting my pants back on I couldn’t help but ask him again if he had bred me. Me: So when we were fucking and you put your cock inside… you only said just the tip. It felt good in me im not going to lie but we can’t do that anymore bareback, it’s risky. If we ever do this again, we need to use a condom so you don’t cum in me ok? You didn’t cum in me just now right? Harold walked over to me, yanked my pants down and shoved a finger in my hole, it was abrupt and made me yell out, and no sooner then he had his finger buried in me, we heard the front door slam shut. Harold: Feel that? That is probably just frank’s cum from earlier. Get dressed and run to the bathroom, NOW. I have to go. I barely made it to the washroom, and as Vivian came around the corner I heard them talking bit they were in the living room I assumed, I couldn’t hear what was being said so I focused on the fullness deep inside me. Maybe I should sit on the toilet and try and see if anything comes out? Harold emerged from the hallway and came into the bathroom, almost silently. Harold: How are you doing little buddy? Feeling any better? I shot him a angry look that must have told him that I knew about him breeding me without my consent. He smirked and closed the door behind him. Harold: You don’t have to say anything. Viv wanted me to check on you again and I told her I would help you get to bed. She is in the kitchen now. Me: Does Vivian know about this? Harold: You being sick? Absolutely. Me: No, you being manipulative and fucking me bare even when I asked you not to. Does she know you had your cock in my ass? Harold: Not a chance. If she finds out ill bury you myself. Me: Yeah well you had no problem burying SOMETHING that’s for sure… Harold chuckled to himself quietly. Harold: What are you doing down there anyway? Just getting comfortable or do you need to have a dump? Me: I think I need to push something out but I can’t… it feels like it’s in there deep… Harold: Well the cat’s out of the bag. You will find out sooner or later… While my arm was around ya and my cock was balls deep inside ya, I shot off a huge load. And every last drop went up inside ya deep son, I cum hard and its been almost 2 weeks since I last shot a load. You have almost a 2 week load that was brewing in my balls far up in your guts right about now making sure you get nice and pregnant heheh. Me: Huh?! Harold: Maybe after one of the guys might want a crack at your pussy too, be sure to keep my load in you and don’t let any spill out. That’s going to come in handy later heheh. I knew I told him not to cum in me, but this was the second guy TONIGHT that ignored me and went ahead and bred me, deeply and very thoroughly. Guys can’t get pregnant, and he called my asshole a pussy, was he getting off on using me for his own fetish? What was he on about? I couldn’t respond to him because Vivian called out to him and he nodded at me with a knowing smile, and then took his leave. I had still some of franks load he deposited deep in me, and now a very large fresh load of cum deep up inside me from Harold, our family friend and they both seem infatuated with the idea of breeding me bareback. What had I gotten myself into tonight?

#BumDickStalker – Who got that AIDs dick? Can you tell the difference in taste when a guy shoots in your mouth and his cum is filled with AIDs? Can you feel the difference when he blows in your ass? The venom, the toxic acid, the hell fire spit, the dick that streams poison and death tastes so much better, and feels so much greater than any other. My voice is hoarse as my vocal chords feel burned and my insides are twisting from his virulent stew that is brewing. So it began -#BumDickStalker. What do you do when your god issues a commandment? You obey – or should anyways – guess that’s why there’s hell or whatever for those who don’t. Well my god, my MASTER, is a straight-thug-fag abusing-uber alpha-swamp footed-evil mother fucker, and I’m honored to serve him. Yet I had to wonder, how low can one go? How much degradation is too much? At what point does the humiliation for his pleasure stop? I guess the answer is 'never'. It had been a typical work week like any another. Busy as fuck and I was tired. And my Master was demanding as ever with a list of shit I had to do for his financial and perverted pleasure. Each week I received a list of tasks to complete and Master was not happy unless I reported back that I was getting bred raw like a slut and had some BBC planting his load in me. To get there, I was typically ordered to respond to at least five Craigslist ads per day, in addition to placing my own. The ads he preferred me to hit were ones from straight or bi guys who were as desperate for pussy as I was for dick. Anonymous, drinks, smokes, gas money – whatever it took to entice them I had to do. When, as expected, I would not hear back or get an outright, hostile rejection, I had to share that with Master for his twisted pleasure and enjoyment. He loved to laugh and tell me I was a ‘cock hungry ferret’, but on those occasions when it did pay and I found a DL man who just wanted a pussy – any pussy to fuck - and I got another guy’s load, Master would praise me saying “Good job, keep up the great work!” Feeling totally frustrated and in excruciating need of dick, I decided to take my mind off my troubles and go for a nice walk. Luckily I live near the river and there is a nice path, some benches to sit on and enjoy the view, as well as a few hide-away bushes and fuck dens where, if one is real lucky, one might find an eager dick. The sunny day and clear air helped, but the lack of any potential dick added to my desperation. I was about to turn around and head back home when I saw a tall, dark man in the distance by one of the benches at the end of the yacht club storage house. I wove my way through the few other people on the walkway and as I got closer saw he was in Army fatigue pants, a black short sleeve shirt, camel boots, and was standing guard over a couple large bags. He looked quite clean, but I immediately thought – ‘homeless’ and my ass clenched a little as it was rare to see homeless guys hanging around this part of town. I was about two yards away when he turned, the cigarette in his mouth dangling precariously on his lip. I stopped like I had just been caught doing something. He scrunched his eyes, scratched at his beard, cocked his head so his gray/black dreads dangled to the side a bit, then took the cigarette out of his mouth and raised his chin in the universal, “What’s up?” greeting. “Hey, how’s it going?” I asked. Lame, I know, but that’s what came out. “Good, good, good my man. Good my man. Just enjoying this beautiful day right here,” he replied as he thrust forward his right fist to bump mine as a greeting. He was taken aback though when I held out my hand for a handshake instead and the smile he gave me in welcome was truly heartfelt, and also showed me his badly stained teeth. I then had to focus on the pain now shooting up my right arm as he gripped my hand. Fucking hell, he was strong as shit and felt like he was breaking it! The sinews and muscles in his arm flexed and bulged and I thought, ‘hell, for a homeless dude he’s damn cut and powerful'. Of course my next thought was, ‘..and I bet he would be a rough dirty fuck’. Well, I hoped to find out. Suddenly a crowd of construction workers, tourists, and locals seemed to descend from nowhere and my courage took flight like one of the ducks from the river. I quickly handed him a couple $1s, excused myself, and headed back home where I jacked off twice in a row thinking about him fucking me and sniffing my hand for any trace of his musk. Like a good dick chaser, I reported this Master and his email response began with, “WTF!!!” That’s never good. A ‘WTF’ is like a parent using your full name – you know shit’s about to hit the fan. Master went on to tell me I better get my ass back out there and lure that bum dick in using all my fag-pussy tricks so I could get his dirty AIDs cum. Now Master knew I got fucked raw and had once asked me my status and then that was that. It was never anything addressed specifically again and he had never before told me to chase dick specifically hoping I would get a load full of AIDs. Maybe my bug chasing ways were rubbing off on him? The following few weeks my #BumDickStalker activities would have made the beginnings of a great police blotter: - I walked by his bench early in the morning on my way to work and a couple times when he was there and sleeping under an old blanket, I left a pack of cigarettes, or a bag with a sandwich, or some other little offering. - I walked by his bench every night coming home and would even sniff around a bit hoping for some lingering man funk smell. - I caught a glimpse of him one night as I left the grocery store and with full bags in hand, stalked him for three blocks trying to catch up with him. - I began doing large circuits around those blocks looking for him if he was not on his bench, and I always had my offerings in my backpack of cigarettes, something to eat, and an extra five dollar bill in my pocket. - I saw him up by the Metro entrance begging for change and I hung around, circling, trying to find an opening. The more I failed to track him down beyond glimpses, or a quick run in in front of the grocery store, the more Master rode me. He dismissed all my excuses of ‘never the right time’, ‘too many people around’, ‘the guy had too many bags with him and I didn’t want people in my building to see’, or that ‘the guy seemed just more than a tad crazy’. The first couple of times I saw the homeless guy he seemed good, but then a few other times he was talking to himself, pacing back and forth in short little loops. Once I caught the whiff of his smoke – spice – and that shit can fuck you up big time. Also, instead of carrying on any sort of conversation as much as I tried, whenever I gave him a five dollar bill he would start a rehearsed speech that was the same every time: “Abe Lincoln was a free man. He was a free man and a lawyer. Abe Lincoln fought for the rights of his countrymen and by God I shall too until every man is free….” The first time I listened to the entire speech. It was a long one. The second time I lasted about halfway through and was impressed, but frustrated. The third time I just gave him the cash and bolted. Finally one afternoon as I did the extra circuit on the way to see if I could spot him, there he was, resting under the shade of a large tree in front of a building just a block from my house. I did a quick scan behind, and it was all clear, no one seemed to be walking this way. A quick scan ahead, and side-to-side seemed good too. My palms got sweaty, my throat dry, I felt nervous as I approached him. Like a gentleman with the best southern manners, he rose from the bench and smiled as I approached and held out his fist to bump mine in greeting. His brow was damp with sweat, his camo pants and jacket looked dirtier than I had ever seen and the skin of his arms had a light coating of dust. “Hi, how’s it going?” I asked using my standard greeting. The homeless guy took the cigarette butt from his lips, threw it into the grass by the sidewalk, reached into one of his bags that contained his world, and pulled out a Subway wrapper with a half eaten sandwich. “This from you?” he asked. I nodded. “Well I don’t much like roast beef, but whatever,” he continued on, “Thanks though. Guess you left the cigarettes too?” I nodded again. “So what do I owe for all this generosity you been throwing my way?” he asked. There it was. The opening. Weeks of waiting, wanting, needing. I looked up into his bloodshot eyes – he’s a good deal taller than me – and said, “I…umm…just trying to be friendly. I recently moved in up the street, saw you around, and well…” OK, now or never, I could not blow this chance, might as well get right to it, “…wanted to help you out if I could. And…I…well if you might be up for making a little cash thought maybe I could help you out some more.” PHEW – there. I said it. Sortof. Kindof. Not really. The homeless guy sat down, unwrapped the rest of the sandwich and started to finish it off. I just stood there a second not sure what to do, until he casually pushed his green canvas bag off the end of the bench to make room for me to sit down too. When he did however, a pile of things spilled out of the open top onto the ground and I quickly knelt to pick them up for him as he continued to chew nonchalantly and watch me. A few t-shirts, some crusty socks, a well read copy of the Bible, and wrapped up and poking out of a holey towel was a large Ziploc bag. As I grabbed it, the sound of hundreds of little pills echoed around the bench. I slowly turned the bag side to side, and around, reading the labels as I did so. They were all scripts from the Whitman Walker Clinic and included various antibiotics, pain meds, but what made me stop and stare were the bottles of AIDs pills. Some quite old, some newer, some seemed partially full and others maybe never opened or barely used. I recognized the names on the bottles as I had taken many of them too over years. Other bottles I had no idea what they were but my ass lubed up right then and there thinking about how his virus must be mutated like a B-horror movie. I looked up and the homeless guy had an evil smirk on his face that caused his upper lip to slightly rise revealing his row of fucked up teeth – a predator’s smile. He wiped his mouth with the back of his hand, brushed a few bread crumbs off his beard, stood up and stretched then ran his left hand up and down his stomach and said, “Much better. OK, come on.” He then bent down, grabbed three of his bags, nodded to the open one I had been putting stuff back into and told me, “You grab that one.” Not a word was said about the pills and maybe he thought I did not know what they were and he was trying to stealth breed me! Fuck! That made me rock hard just thinking about. The walk to my condo was a quiet one and while I tried to make small talk with him, the homeless guy seemed more interested in his own thoughts and even just nodded when I told him my name, without giving me his in reply. Fine. That’s cool. I liked anonymous dick. When we got to my building I used my digital key to open the door to the outside stairwell on the end and held it open for him. I was not trying to hide him, but knew the security guards who monitored the cameras in the lobby would call or come by if they saw him walking in with all his bags looking as dirty as he was. Up the stairs I went, hoping he was getting a good view of my ass on the way. Down the hall to the far end we reached my condo, I unlocked the door, he stepped in, dropped his bags in a jumbled pile in the hall, and strutted into the living room. “Nice. Nice place you got here,” he said. “What you got that’s good?” I was not sure exactly what he meant, but went to the kitchen and pulled out a couple options for him to smoke, asked if he wanted beer or liquor and when he said he wanted something clear I grabbed the Vodka bottle and a glass with some ice. I set everything down for him on the side table, flipped on the TV, hit play on the DVR and watched as he squinted with interest at the porn that came on. “Let’s get down to business,” he said, “What do you need done and how much cash you got?” Damn, did I really have to say it? He saw me hesitate, put the cigarette between his lips, slid the clasp back on the belt holding his pants up, dropped the fatigues to the floor, unstuck his balls from his thighs and said, “You trying to get some thug dick? You can see I got a nice one and I’m straight, but I’ll hustle if you pay-to-play.” Nice? I was thinking gigantic, huge, delicious, chewy, drippy, thick, OMFG! And THUG is my favorite flavor. I eagerly nodded my head and he said, “Well get the fuck over here and start sucking it.” I dropped to my knees and scooted into position, looked up and asked, “Can you shoot more than once? I got like $60 on me, plus whatever you want to drink, smoke, eat and stuff.” He placed his large, right hand over his dick as he thought about it, moved his hand away, smiled and said, “Let’s just say I got more cum than most folks can handle. Are you most folks?” I wasted no time then and twisted my head and cupped his slimy balls with both hands as I flicked out my tongue for my first taste – RANK, SALTY, SWEATY, MUSKY - ALL MAN! I bathed his balls in spit while gently guiding his dick to the right out of the way. My hands held onto his thighs, which seemed just muscle and tendon like skinny chicken legs or something. The homeless guy was focused intently on the porn and his smoke, with the occasional lean to the side for the bottle of Vodka. He was skipping the glass with ice and hitting it straight. I repositioned myself and spit three times onto his flaccid, uncut dick. It was crusted in spots, dark and delicious looking, and I opened my jaws wide so as I rolled the skin back on the head I could slide the shaft as deep as possible into my mouth and throat before closing my lips over it. I forced myself to taste it all at once to inundate my senses with his dick funk. I pulled back off, breathed in, closed my lips over his hardening shaft again, and then with his dick completely in my mouth began running my tongue all around the rough edges of the head, scooping up the cheese and crust – the potent smegma that only certain men can truly make. The homeless guy liked that and moaned in pleasure before grabbing the back of my head hard and forcing me to get down to serious business. Over the next few minutes his dick swelled, deflated, swelled, before he finally pulled back and said, “I gotta piss.” I frowned as I watched him waddle into the bathroom with his pants still down around his ankles and boots. I quickly followed and asked, “Hmm…you want me to drink it for you?” He looked at me, scowled, shook his head, “Naw, I ain’t into that freaky shit,” and continued to stand over the toilet willing his bladder to release. I stepped back into the living room and a few seconds later heard the forceful rush of piss against the porcelain as his bladder let loose. He finished, popped his head out, “Come here.” I had taken the time while he pissed to shuck my pants and my dick led the way back to the homeless treat. Once in the bathroom he backed up, his heels against the tub facing the sink and mirror that filled the wall. On the shelf above the sink was a torn, crumpled Polaroid picture of a nice looking woman. I faced him, he spun me around and said, “Time to take some dick!” I couldn’t have agreed more and happily bent over, my face inches from the sink bowl. He paused, “You got some lotion or something?” I shook my head. “No, just want it dry or with a little spit – want to feel it.” That made him laugh and he replied, “FUCK YEAH, FEEL THIS BIG DICK,” as he started pushing at my dry ass ring. It wouldn’t go. His dick bent, curved, my hole clenched tighter. Nothing. The homeless guy did not get frustrated, just took a step back, squatted behind me with his big hands covering my cheeks, spread my hole apart and inhaled. “DADDY’S HOME NOW HONEY. IT’S ALL RIGHT NOW. EVERYTHING’S GONNA BE ALRIGHT. SWEET SWEET PUSSY HONEY,” he said right before burying his face in my hole and kissing, lapping, slurping, and priming it with his spit. His beard was rough, and his tongue felt like sandpaper, and I loved it. When he had had enough, he straightened back up, aimed his missile, and pushed. Once he forced himself a little in, he pulled his t-shirt off over his head showing some faded tatts running up his side. His ribs poked out with every breath, his clavical showed, but his abs were cut so he was either wasting or super tight/thin. I was betting on wasting and my hole clamped down on his dick like a kitten on his momma’s tit. “FUCK HELL YEAH – TAKE THAT DIRTY DICK,” he said. Holy fuck my ass about snapped his dick off right there! So many meanings – like earth dirty or disease dirty – and in this case I was literally betting the house it was both. I moaned in pleasure, “DID I HURT YOU HONEY? YOU WANT DADDY TO STOP?” he asked with true concern in his voice. I meekly told him, “No, please fuck me daddy,” and he did. “I’ve missed you honey,” my BBC bum said as he pushed the dreads out of his eyes, “YOU’RE PUSSY IS SWEET LIKE A GEORGIA PEACH. WET AND MISTING ON MY BALLS, THICK LIPS FOR DADDY TO SLIDE AGAINST, JUST THE PERFECT CUNT FOR MY DIRTY BABIES.” I moaned and groaned even more and pushed my ass back and out encouraging his AIDs dick to fuck me deep. He had just started to pick up the pace when he suddenly stopped, backed out of my now wet hole, and said, “Stay right like that.” The BBC bum went to his bags, rooted around, came back with the Ziploc full of pills, set it on the toilet, fumbled a bit, opened a couple of the bottles and then choosing carefully set a few pills out on the toilet, closed the lids, then proceeded to roughly stuff each pill up my ass. I moaned and he used my hole’s wetness to force two fingers in, his dirty and long nails cutting my gut lining as he explained, “YOU KNOW WHAT THOSE ARE HONEY? MY DICK VITAMINS. MAKES MY CUM GOOD AND POTENT SO MY BABIES WILL TAKE. YOU WANT SOME BABIES HONEY? WANT SOME OF DADDY’S BABIES? WE BEEN TRYING SO LONG FOR CHILDREN, NOW I THINK YOU’RE READY TO MAKE SOME BABY BULLS FOR ME.” OK, now I’m thinking he’s back on the edge of crazy, but his big black dick had felt so good I could deal with some crazy. This time when he shoved his man meat back into my secret chamber, he had gone from BRICK to ROCK to STEEL. His dick swelled to the extreme. “DADDY’S STROKE GAME IS AWLAYS ON POINT. I STILL REMEMBER HOW TO MAKE THOSE SUGAR WALLS SING DON’T I HONEY? THAT FEELING GOOD? BEND OVER A LITTLE MORE, THAT’S IT…LET ME UP IN THERE…TRYING TO PLANT THESE BABIES DEEP…TRYING TO FILL YOU UP…MOAN FOR DADDY…LET DADDY KNOW YOU LIKE HOW I’M STROKING IT…MOAN FOR ME HONEY….MOAN FOR ME YOU FUCKING COW SO THIS BULL KNOWS YOU MEAN IT….WHITE COW PUSSY FOR BIG BLACK BULL DICK…READY FOR THAT DIRTY DIRTY NUTT…READY FOR THAT BULL SPERM AND BABY BULLS…FUCKING….OH JESUS FUCK…YES HONEY!! YES HONEY!! TAKE MY BABIES!! TAKE ALL OF ADDY’S BABIES!! OH JESUS YOU GOOD AND PREGNANT NOW FOR SURE!!” Yeah I’m sure my neighbors heard all that and did I care? Not a fucking bit as my ass was full, throbbing, and my guts were roiling from the charged up AIDs cum my BBC daddy bum just gave me. “Taste it for me honey,” he said as he slowly withdrew from my well-fucked ass. His long dick was slick with funk and the cum/ass juice strands seemed almost greenish in tint against his dark skin. I didn’t get to taste it long before he took my hand, walked me into the bedroom, climbed up onto my bed and pulled me towards him. He then rolled me onto my stomach, got behind me, and buried his face in my ass again, slurping and relishing his aftermath. Soon he was ready for round two and this time as he sank balls deep into me, there was no resistance, just a welcoming of his warmth and steel. In the next hour my BBC daddy bum fucked me in multiple positions, fingered my ass with his long fingers and sharp nails leaving little bloody trails on the bed cover, and planted two more loads of his POZ cum inside me. No not just POZ – full on AIDs cum. I was sure of it now as he laid beside me, soundly asleep, his snores coming in regular beats. I was able to study his face now, the sunken eyes, the drawn skin over his skull, the sunken cheeks partially hidden by his beard, the lesionish looking spots on his body. Did the fact that he had kept the crumpled Polaroid always within sight someplace on the bed as he fucked me freak me out? No. Whatever it took, I was willing to do. I held his AIDs bull babies in my guts as long as I could, but finally I had to use the bathroom. When I did, I stood up and examined what came out – the spotting, the thick ropes of cum and ass juice, some gut lining, and swirling chunks of now discolored and broken pills. Can you OD from having pills shoved up your ass? Too late now to worry about that and when I thought about how he must have been on and off a dozen or more AIDs meds and how mutated and resistant his virus must be, I had to stroke myself a few times knowing his bugs were now swimming inside me. My revelry was interrupted as the bathroom door banged opened, my BBC daddy bum walked in, his dick hard and angry, his eyes quickly took in what I had been admiring, and he smiled. The bum then dragged me roughly back towards the bed, pushed me forward, I got on my hands and knees as he slammed into his new home he exclaimed, “I AM RA, YOUR GOD, YOUR KING, AND YOU ARE MY EGYPTIAN QUEEN. SACRIFIC YOUR PUSSY FOR MORE OF YOUR MAJESTY’S ROYAL JELLY!!”

This is hot as fuck! Both your progression in anonymous fucks and where you're at currently. Keeping a stable of reliable repeatable tops who like to take control seems relatively safe to me. I've posted before with my reservations about door unlocked cumdumping at public motels. I do this a few times a year but I dont just broadcast out my location and wait for tops with the door unlocked for safety reasons. I say keep going and if you're worried about your safety, keep your circle close.

We can only imagine... Maybe he's transformed:

Chapter 3 I was startled when I felt a warm wet sensation around my ass. I looked back to see Adrian had his mouth around my ass and his tongue was swirling around my hole. This sensation was new to me, and the thought of of somebodies mouth on my ass was gross as hell, but I quickly fell in love with that tongue working around my ass. It felt so fucking good. Adrian held my legs in my place with his firm hands. His mouth kept working around my ass in circles, and I felt it working more and more into my hole. It felt so damn good I started pushing back on Adrian's face, trying to get more. I never wanted it to stop. I started letting out small moans that I could not control. My mind seemed to forget that I was about to be fucked and the predicament I was in, and all the tension just melted from my body. I felt betrayed by my body, I did not want to enjoy this but I could not control myself. My dick was hard as I had ever seen it and leaking like crazy. My ass was so wet with Adrian's spit, I could feel it running down my crack and over my balls. Adrian moved his mouth from my ass, and I felt my whole twitch. I let out an instinctive moan "mmmpphh Daddy please don't stop". I could not believe the words that I had just come out of my mouth. Did I just call this guy Daddy without even thinking about it? "Look at you little faggot, pushing your ass back in the air trying to keep it filled. You're such a slut". With that Adrian gave my ass a few more playful smacks. "Your such a little pussy boy, loving getting that pussy eaten out getting ready to be fucked by a big cock. I love turning little white sluts like you". The high I was on suddenly came crashing down, remembering that I was about to take a big black cock up my virgin ass. Adrian reached around and shoved a finger in my mouth before I could even react. "Get that finger wet so Daddy can stretch that little pussy so his big cock doesn't rip it up". I started sucking with everything I had, hoping to get that finger as wet as I could before he tried to stick it up my hole. Adrian took the finger from my mouth and it was quickly working around my ass hole. He pressed against my hole, swirling it around, before I finally felt it break the threshold and slide up my ass. It suprisingly didn't hurt, probably because his tongue had just worked it open a little bit. The finger just made my ass feel full. My cock twitched and a drop of precum slid out. "What the fuck is going with me?", I thought to myself. "Yeah baby open that hole up for Daddy's big dick", Adrian said to me as he starting working his finger in and out of my hole. I started to enjoy the finger in my ass as much as the tongue that had just been in it. Adrian was moving his finger in circle's, and every once in awhile it hit something in my ass that made me twitch and moan. I could not believe these new great feelings I was feeling in my ass. "Listen to you moan like one of your college sluts with a finger in your ass. Goddamn I'm turning you into such a little faggot". I was so embarassed, but I didn't care, as long as what Adrian was doing to my ass didn't stop. "Time for more little girl", Adrian said as he pulled the finger from my ass and brought them back to my mouth. He stuck the finger that had just been in my ass back in my mouth, along with a second finger. Sucking on something that was just in my ass repulsed me, but I did what Daddy wanted so I could get them back into my ass that now felt so empty. Adrian worked the two fingers back in my hole. I felt fuller, but my ass quickly accustomed to the second invader and I was back to moaning and pushing back on his finger's. Adrian repeated this process a third time, and added a 3rd finger to my tight ass. The entire time he told me how pathetic I was and I was such a little slut getting ready to be fucked. I was so ashamed of myself for loving this so much, but I figured come tommorrow I would be on my way and this would just be a memory. The fingers were pulled from my ass and Adrian told me it was time for his cock. My mind immediately cleared up and the fog of enjoying the fingers in my ass cleared. My heart raced at the thought of that big dick going in my ass. There was no way I could let this guy fuck me, I enjoyed the fingers and tongue, but I couldn't bring myself to take his cock. That seemed like things were going way to far. I have a girlfriend, I told myself, there's no way I could let this guy put his big dick in me. His cock was so big I also thought it would ruin my hole. "Holy fuck", I thought to myself. I can't do this. I felt Adrian's cock around my ass crack, teasing me,as he slid the head up and down and beat the shaft down on my ass cheeks. I moaned everytime the head brushed against my hole, my ass was so sensitive right that I couldn't stop myself. "You ready for this big dick baby boy? Hmm? This cocks about to gape this hole and it fill this pussy with Daddy's dirty cum". Hearing this made me panic, I had not thought about Adrian cumming in me. I had no clue what Adrian meant by "dirty cum". There was no way I could let him do that, the thought of him blowing his load in my ass made me sick to my stomach. "I don't think I want you to fuck me..sir...that seems like too much. I got a girlfriend bro... your tongue and fingers were one thing...but please don't put your cock in me." Adrian started laughing. "Buyer's remorse baby boy? Remember this is what you signed up for. I'm fucking this pussy tonight. I promise your little white college ass is gonna love it. But if you don't you learn to love this big dick, you can go off to college with my gift tommorrow and pretend this never happened. But, I bet that little fag ass is gonna be pusing backing on my big cock begging for more. Begging me to breed that tight pussy with my dirty cum". I was so in shock I didn't know what to say. "Can...Can..Do you have a condom..Sir?", I shyly asked Adrian, not sure how he would react. "What's the matter white boy? You afraid of having my black baby? You think I'm gonna knock that pussy up? I'll wear a condom just for you baby boy." He winked as he crawled off the bed, going over to his suitcase. He came back with a Magnum condom and a black piece of fabric, his hard cock bouncing in front of him as he walked. He knelt back behind me and I watched him rip open the condom and roll it down his dick. If my heart was racing before it was on overdrive now. I was about to be fucked by this dick. "I like to blindfold my boys the first time I fuck them, that way all you got to think about is this big dick fucking your ass". He rolled the spandex type fabric over my head, it looked like a face mask, but he just rolled it down over my eyes, leaving my face exposed. My vision went immiedately dark, as I lied there with my hands and legs bound I knew I had given up total control. There was nothing I could do now to keep this big cock out of my ass. The next thing I heard was the click of a cap, followed by cold liquid in my ass crack that Adrian worked into my hole with his fingers. I realized he was lubing my ass. I felt the bed shift, followed by a hard blunt object pressing at my hole that I knew was Adrian's dick. Adrian grabbed my hips and started to push his cock into my ass. "Goddamn this fucking pussy is so tight. Open up that big hole for this big Daddy dick. Push out like you're taking a shit baby boy or this is gonna be even harder for your ass to swallow this cock." I pushed out with my ass muscles, not wanting any more damage then I was already gonna get. My ass felt like it was being stretched to its limits, before I felt a pop, followed by the fat head of Adrian's cock slidng into my ass. I couldn't believe I was fucking letting this happen. All I could see was black with the blindfold on. Adrian was right, my senses were muted and all I could focus on was his dick going up my ass. Not that I would have forgotten. "There that pussy opens up, take this big dick", Adrian said as I felt his cock pushing into me. "Mmphh...fuck..oh my god its took fucking big...FUCKING TAKE IT OUT", I told Adrian as it felt like my ass was on fire. I thought he was ripping my ass in two, my ass had never felt so full. "Just let me break this cherry baby boy, its gonna hurt for a bit but you're gonna be pushing back against this cock soon. All you white fags do once their pussy opens up" Adrian responded, as I felt more of his cock slide into me. I started to pant and sweat as my ass was split open by what felt like a baseball bat. I could feel my eyes watering from the pain and I bit the comforter to help me get through it. I tried to move my ass forward, away from the invader, but Adrian grabbed tighter onto my hips and told me to "stop fucking moving, stop trying to crawl away from this dick white boy". Adrian kept pushing his cock into me slowly, before stopping and backing out a little ways before going back in, going a little further every time he pushed back in. Every time his cock pushed back in I let out a yelp and saw white in my eyes. Tears were rolling out of my eyes from the pain and collecting in the fabric around my eyes. "I love this fucking boy pussy", "Such a tight pussy", "Take this black cock faggot", Adrian mumbled under his breath as he invaded my ass. After what felt like an eternity of my ass being stretched open by Adrian's big cock, I finally felt the scratchy short pubes of Adrian's big ball sack resting against my ass. I had taken the whole I thing. I couldn't fucking believe this cock was in my ass. My own cock was hard as a rock and dripping more precum than I had ever seen below me, but I was so ashamed of letting this stranger fuck me. "Let's let this pussy open a minute before I fuck this ass", Adrian told me as he kept his balls resting against my ass, still holding my hips in place. Adrian would move his hips in circles, stretching my ass with his big dick. After a minute the pain started to go away and I just felt a dull ache in my ass. I started to moan and buckle every time his cock pressed against a certain spot in my ass. I hated to admit it, but the cock in my ass was starting to feel kind of good. I never thought I would say that about a cock being up my ass. "Yeah I think this pussy is ready to be fucked white boy. Ride this dick". Adrian pulled his cock out of my ass, leaving it feeling totally fucking empty. It felt like just the tip of his cock was left in my ass, before it changed direction and slammed back into in my ass, once again bottoming out with the balls resting against my ass. "Holy fuck..oh my god", was all I was able to get out of my mouth. The full feeling in my ass felt so damn good. Better than I could have ever imagined. Adrian repeatedly slammed his cock in and out of my ass, slow and methodically like it was some sort of piston. "Sounds like baby boy is starting to like this big cock. What'd I tell you white boy? This big cock is gonna be you're new friend. This pussy is so fucking tight. Goddamn I love fucking virgin pussy boys." This went on for some time. My body seemed to melt around his cock and want more every time his cock was pulled from my ass. I couldn't believe how fast this man was able to break me down, leaving my ass begging for his big cock. Every time his cock bottomed out in my ass I would let out a moan, just like some slut being fucked in a college dorm. "Mmmph fuck me...fuck me with that big cock", I heard myself moaning. What the fuck did I just say? "Jesus this is insane", I thought to myself. "Yeah beg for this cock white boy. Keep that up and I'm gonna give you this gift real soon. I don't know how long I can last in this tight pussy". Adrian's cock kept rubbing across the spot in my ass, making me moan in ecstasy. "Yeah listen to that bitch moan. Daddy found the g-spot in that tight pussy", Adrian told me. My own cock was bobbing below me as Adrian thrust his cock into me. I couldn't control myself, before I knew it my cock erupted with one of the biggest orgasm's I ever had. Cum sprayed out of my cock, making a big puddle of cum on the sheets below me. "Only a true little cock slut cums hands free with a big black cock up there ass. That cunt just came being fucked by a big cock, just like a girl. Goddamn I never thought I would turn you into a cock slut this fucking quick. I'm gonna use this pussy. Once I mark you I'm gonna make you mine, bitch". After having cum I had a minute of post nut clarity, again wondering what the fuck I was doing. I panicked, having now seemed to realized again that there was a cock up my ass. I clenched my ass, trying to stop the invader from sliding up my ass. "Oh fuck yeah you little slut, milk that cock. Who taught you to squeeze your pussy like that to milk this cock". I was pissed my attempt to push the cock out of my ass was having the opposite effect. But that didn't matter, because as Adrian's cock kept fucking me I once again slipped into bliss, loving the feeling of his cock in my ass. Adrian stopped for a second and pulled his cock from my ass. I didn't know what he was doing, my ass felt so fucking empty. "Put it back Sir", I begged. "I need that cock back in my ass please daddy", I whined like some sort of crazed cock slut. "Hang on white boy just putting some more lube on this big daddy dick". I heard the cap of the lube click, and sound of him stroking the lube up his dick, followed by his cock sliding back into my ass. It felt like his cock was going in easier this time with less resistance. I figured it was because he had just put more lube on his cock, but if I would have had the blindfold off I would have seen he had just slipped condom off his cock. I moaned as Adrian's cock fulled my ass once again. This time I felt Adrian grab ahold of the chain bewteen my locked wrist's with one hand, with the other hand holding my hip. "Get ready slut I'm about to really fuck this ass". Adrian started hammering his cock in my ass like a jack hammer, and all I could do was moan and push my ass back against his balls, trying to fill my ass with more cock. "Look at you little slut, trying to push that ass back to swallow more of my cock. I'm about to cum boy where do you want this dirty load?", Adrian asked me. What the fuck did it matter I thought to myself, he has a condom on. "In my ass sir", I responded. "That's what I wanted to hear baby boy. You're such a cock slut. Listen to you asking me to put my load in your ass. I'm gonna knock this pussy up". I felt Adrian's thrusting become more uneven, and his cock swell in my hole. "Here it fucking cums faggot I'm about to breed that ass...oh fuck take this fucking load". Adrian's cock bottomed out in my ass, and he collapsed on my back, pushing down on me with all of his body weight. I collapsed onto the bed face down, in the puddle of my own cum. I could feel Adrian's cock twitching in my ass and his irregular breathing in my ear. His cock spurted what seemed like 7-8 times, and I had a warm sensation in my ass as it started to feel full. "I just put an 8 day charged up load in that tight pussy boy. I slipped the condom off when I was fucking that tight pussy. I knew I was breeding this ass all along but I let you think you were calling the shots when I put a condom on so you would calm down. It was so hot when you told me to blow in your ass. I know you're a fucking cock slut now boy, whether you want to admit it or not. I just did you a favor and gave you AIDS you with my dirty load. You're probably gonna hate me right now but I promise I just set that white faggot ass free". I could not believe what I was hearing. Poz? AIDS? Really? "WHAT THE FUCK", I thought to myself. This guy had just blown a big HIV charged load in my ass. I panicked and tried to get up, but the weight of him laying on my back was still pushing me down. I felt like I was going to pass out as I had a panic attack. I could hear myself whimpering in a panic, my eyes once again dripping in tears. What the fuck was I gonna do? "Relax baby boy...I'm gonna take care of your little faggot ass. I'm sure you're scared right now but don't be. Daddy's gonna take care of his new slut." I laid there, with Adrian still laying on my back and his softening cock still plugging my ass. My mind was racing a millon miles an hour. I could do nothing but lay there as I thought about what was gonna happen to me next.

I got dressed then I went home. I could feel the cum swimming around inside of me. "Come and sit on the bed with me tell me all about your doctor's appointment" daddy said. I explained what had happened and how much I enjoying having cocks cum in my wet pussy.he put my hand on his crotch. "Daddy that feels hard are you looking for someone in heat?" I asked him. He started unbuttoning his shirt. I took off my top and bra. He got up and locked the door. he turned round to see me with just my frilly knickers on. Then he got down to his boxers. "Mummy told me before she left that I had to breed you when you turned 18, show you how to make love and enjoy yourself" he told me taking his boxers off seductively. "Sounds like a plan daddy" I said taking off my panties. We kissed passionately our hands running all over each other. "Let the cock that made you breed you" daddy said. "Yes daddy I need your cum" I said to him. He went in hands free it felt so good. He was bigger than the doctors. "Ooh this is a tight fit I need your wet pussy on a regular basis and I want to keep you pregnant" he said. I had a massive orgasm and we had amazing breeding sex all afternoon.

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