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Hey everyone heres another short story based on a fantasy of mine. Sorry for any grammar issues as it's not my strong suit lol. Hopefully you like it! CRUISING SPOT MISTAKE So me and the hubby were looking to experiment with some kinks, and have some public play ideally with a small crowd. So we decided we would look up some popular cruise spots on sniffies. We figured I would go get in position and send him a text letting him know im ready. Then id announce on sniffies that im there looking for a top. Well some weeks later were both feeling very horny as sexually frustrated so we figure today's the day. It was later in the afternoon and the sun was starting to go down. So I headed to the busiest cruising spot around. A park bathroom in a bad part of town. When I got there I could tell just how popular it really was even if it did look very sketchy. Once you walked in you were hit with a mix of smells. Cum, sex, and piss filled the air. Not my ideal scene but it fit the fantasy perfectly. You can see a few used condoms scattered around so I was sure it was active enough to get at least one spectator. So I went to the furthest stall which was a very spacious handicap stall. When I walked in I saw thats where all the main action happened. There were used condoms everywhere, even a pile next to the toilet. I thought, Damn this place is sketchy. All the better for the fantasy it was really putting me in the mood. I went ahead and put the bottle of lube next to the toilet, and started to strip down until I was in nothing but my jock and tank top. I put the rest of my clothes in my back pack and grabbed out a bandana for a blindfold and cuffs for some extra fun. I love the feeling of not having control haha. It was time for the hubby to get off work so I sent him the address. I went on sniffies and announced that I was there, even wrote a quick message saying I was in the furthest stall waiting for a top. Then I tied my blind fold, grabbed my cuffs and threw the keys next to the lube, and tucked my phone away. Then I cuffed my hands around the toilets so I was stuck in a position where my ass was exposed and waited. I felt a little silly thinking I probably should of waited for him to say hes on his way so I wasn't stuck in the position for so long, I couldn't undo the cuffs by myself, I needed the keys. It felt like forever had passed Then I heard the door, followed by footsteps, my heart was racing were really doing this! The stall door opened and I arched my back giving perfect view of my hole. Then I felt a finger rub my hole, followed by some spit that hit it's mark square on. "Oh hes really getting into this, thats new for him." I thought. Then I heard him reach over for the lube (or so I thought). Then I felt the cold feeling of lube running over my hole. I let out a soft fuck and a moan. Then I felt a massive finger pushing the lube in. "You like that slut?" My heart sank, I didn't recognize this voice at all. Did someone beat my hubby here!? "Wait who are you? I was actually waiting for someone. Sorry man." "Shhhh I'll keep you company until he gets here, besides Im just getting you nice a lubed up, nothing like some special lube to get the mood going" Special lube? I only brought a basic bottle. I had no idea that he was fingering in cum from the used condoms sitting around. Then I felt more "lube" being poured on my hole, followed by his finger again. "Fuck this hole is nice man idk if I'll be able to wait, and it doesn'ta⁹ look like your in any position to go anywhere" "Hey I appreciate you lubing me up but im actually waiting for my husband, we have this kink of being watched by other guys ya know" I was trying my hardest to fight back my moans. I thought my pleading worked because I heard him step away but he came right back over then I felt something under my nose "Sniff boy" Idk why maybe it was the tone and authority in his voice but I did what he said and inhaled. It was poppers and my head was started to race and feel fuzzy "Again" He repeated this a good 5 -10 times i was so out of it. Then I felt more lube being poured on my hole, followed by that massive finger again, except this time it didn't feel so rough and felt alot warmer and was as thick as a soda can. He was stretching me out. "Fuck your fingers are huge man. I think we're good to wait now." He didnt say a word just put the bottle under my nose again, j kew the drill so I inhaled deep and as I did he shoved himself in balls deep hard, I felt his balls slap mine and his pubes pressed firmly against me "Who said anything about fingers?" I screamed out, asking him to take it out even with the poppers it was alot to take, but it just turned him on more. And he really started to rape my hole hard! "Im gonna open this hole up nice and good for him, make him take my sloppy seconds, this ass is just too good boy" He was raping my ass hard I couldn't even manage a clear sentence, I was just crying and screaming out. I thought it worked for a second because he pulled out, but my hopes were quickly dashed. "Tell you what boy, tell me that you want that hole slutted out. I love a good slut hole so if you do that I finish up quick and I can go." My head was flying from the poppers and the pain that I didnt even hear the beep from his camera. I really didnt want to do this with a stranger especially one that I wasn't sure was even wearing a condom. So I thought about it some and gave in. But I had to make sure he at least used protection I didnt want to take any anon loads. (I had no idea he already put several in me already) "Please sir slut out my hole, but please use condoms sir. I always play safe" "Of course boy. I've already gone thru a few" Thank God I thought, he was using protection. I had no idea he meant he was using the cum from the discarded condoms. Then I felt him tie some kind of cloth around my moth as a gag, and a second tied over my nose doused in poppers so I was forced to constantly inhale them. Next I felt more lube being added and I heard the snap of a condom. Id find out later that he poured the cum on my hole again which was now slightly gaping so majority just fell straight into me. He also broke the condom rolled it the base and used it as a cock ring. He plowed right back into me hard slamming as deep as he could, it was getting alot easier to take him. I was fighting back moans. "Fuck yeah baby, im gonna really charge up this hole good, fucking slut" His speed was increasing and his thrusts deeper. "Fuck yeah baby here it comes, gonna make you mine" He slammed deep and I could feel his cock pulse shooting wave after wave of cum into my hole. I thought he filled the condom but in reality he breed me deep. He slowly pulled out and I could feel what I thought was lube running down my balls and down my legs. "Damn that hole was amazing, your not tight anymore boy." I was still trying to recover and didnt hear the shutter noises from him taking pictures. At the same time I heard the bathroom door open again. Did the hubby finally make it? "Damn his hole is wrecked, he still taking dick?" It wasn't him, it was another stranger wanting to fuck me. What's going on here. "Yeah told me he wanted to get his hole slutted out, but he wants condoms so here" He handed the second guy a used rubber and gave a wink. "OH hes a slut!" I heard the sound of the condom being rolled over followed by a snap. He put the used condom on and snapped the tip, rolled it down his base like the guy before. Lubing his dick with anon cum and diving straight into my hole. "Fuckkkk hes so lose, and slick this feels amazing! Your doing so good baby " He was slamming into me so fast and hard it didnt take him long before he came. "Take this nutt baby . . . Fuckkkk" He gave a few more thrusts and pulled out once again giving me a feeling of lube running down my leg. "That ass is nice, you ever come here again you let me know" He pulled up his pants thru the tattered condom on my back and left. "Well I can't keep you company either but I love the gag and poppers for you as a gift" He took the pooper rag he had on my face and refreshed it. I was once again soaring. I heard him rummaging by the door, I had no idea he was setting up his go pro. "You did such a good job taking him, you made me horny again, figure I'll give you one more fuck before I head out. Gives me time to get this post going for you." With that he shoved in balls deep again, I already forgot how thick he was and let out a yelp. But it was surprisingly alot easier to take him this time, it felt like he was gliding in and out of my hole. I was moaning before I even realized. "Fuckkkk here you go baby! Im gonna Nutt!" I felt him pulsing again I felt so full I couldn't explain it. "Fuck boy your nice and lubed now haha. Ill see you around. Don't worry I'll made a post for you so you can still get that ass slutted. Ill see you around." I heard him grab the keys from by the lube. "You wont be needing these for some time" He took the keys leaving me bound there. I started to fight the restraints some, what does he mean he made a post, where's my husband I need to get out of here. But won't have time to think about any of that. I heard the door open again and talking, guys talking with each other about how much of a slut I am. How they bet im just a stupid cumslut faggot and continued taking turns raping my hole leaving a tattered condom on my back each time as a signal to the next. I lost track of how many times I got fucked some of them went more than once. I heard some of them talking about how im gonna be pregnant by the time I leave which confused me since they were using condoms. Eventually I heard a guy asking if there's still any condoms, and another saying just a couple by the door to the bathroom. After those were spent and they couldn't find anymore they just started fucking me raw, cheering each other on to breed me. I couldn't believe this was happening, all I could do was moan, the poppers and lube they used just made it all feel too good. I couldn't even focus on their new chants of "pozz the faggot" "charge him up" "stupid pozzed up slut". It started to die down there were just a few guys left, "damn such a slut" "stupid cum slut" "breed that bitch". I was so tired by that point I just wanted to go home. Eventually one of the last guys entered me and maybe it was wishful thinking but it felt familiar even the grunts sounded familiar. I was hoping it was my husband that he was there, he always has a spare to the cuffs just in case. But eventually he came too and left me there alone. A few minutes later when the bathroom was cleared out I heard him walk in. He emidiatly sounded concerned asking if I was okay, apologizing that he got held up at work for a few hours. That hes so sorry it happened. He uncuffed me removed the blind fold, gag, and poppers rag. I was able to see again for the first time in hours. I could feel cum just pouring out of me. I looked down to see the lube untouched but I couldn't see any of the used condoms. I didnt have the energy to think about it either. I grabbed my things and got dressed, there was a instant wet spot of cum in my shorts. I was so embarrassed. I went to my car told the hubby I would meet him at home. When I opened my phone I could see sniffies was still open. On the cruising spot it looked like a new profile with 3 pictures of me tied to the toilet, 1st was of my hole gaping leaking cum, 2nd with a dick wearing a condom around the base, third was a used condom being poured in my hole. Saying "feeling slutty, cum breed my hole, all loads welcome, just help me with my kink and grab a used condom to use on me before breeding me. Im trying to get every load I can send a picture to me when the deed is done" I was in shock. I went home in disbelief, did this really happen to me? Then I got a message on sniffies from a anon profile. "Hey hope you had fun, here's something to remember the night with" followed by pictures of me being breed by all kinds of different men. Then came a link it took me to a video. It started with me asking the guy to slut out my hole and him agreeing then a angled view of me taking load after load you could see the cum pouring from me. What shocked me most was the third to last guy to breed me was my husband. He found me and you could see the shock on his face but then he breed me and waited watching the rest before acting surprised. I didnt know what to think . . . But at the same time im rock hard watching. The end? also first time trying to provide a visual aid, i know they dont 100% match the story but

I awoke the next morning, still exhausted and feeling completely run down, to G's cock sliding in and out of my ass--exactly as it had been when I fell asleep. I had awoken from the fury of his aggressive strokes, and just seconds after I had regained consciousness I felt him slam deep and hold there as load number..... something..... entered me. I was still damp all over from sweat, but was feeling almost a tad chilly. My arousing must have caused me to clamp down with my ass. "Good morning, handsome." G cooed into my ear, his breathing still a bit heavy. "I couldn't resist, I've been using this ass all night. Figured it was a good trade off for having gotten you home and cleaned up." As the last twitches of his orgasm faded, I realized he was still rock hard, and I was likely about to be used again. Instead, he simply held me tight with his cock buried deep inside me. I felt a warmth begin to spread through by bowels, and it felt like there was pressure building inside me. Oh my god, I realized, he was pissing inside my ass. It continued and continued, and I felt the force of it hitting one spot on my ass wall as he pushed his urine out with some force. I felt the warmth travel across my body as his piss pushed further and further into me, the option for it to exit through my ass hole did not exist. I was becoming extremely uncomfortable from it, realizing he had a very large bladder. Finally, I heard him sigh slightly, and I realized the pressure had stopped increasing. He held his cock in place, trapping his fluids--both cum and piss--in my ass. We lay there like that, my body absorbing his liquid into me, for about an hour. G would occasionally make a series of mini thrusts in my ass, mainly to keep his cock nice and hard so my ass would remain plugged. I heard a buzzing sound, and G reached behind himself and brought his phone around so he could see it. "I know you aren't feeling good, and I know you're probably not happy about being pozzed, but I figured now that the deed is done you might as well enjoy it freely. I invited someone over to meet you. Why don't you hop in the bathroom and let all that drain out, should have you good and ready." This was literally MY PLACE, and yet I found myself simply obeying G's commands. He wasn't barking them at me or anything, but I did find myself wanting to please him. Had I... fallen for him? He was a handsome, older gentleman, who know how to use an ass. But he had infected me with HIV. Who does that to someone they supposedly care about? Did he even care about me or was I just an ass to fuck to him? As my mind raced through these typical questions, I found myself sitting on the toilet with a torrent of piss streaming out. My bowels seemed happy to expel the hot urine, and as the last of it dribbled out, I wiped myself, flushed, and stepped into the shower. I washed myself down, all over--even my ass; I'm sure it needed it. I stepped out, dried myself off, and walked back into my bedroom to find G there, naked with his cock poking straight up and out. He watched me walk over to the hamper and drop my towel in it, then I came back over and sat next to him on the bed. My own cock mirrored his, smaller as it may be. He leaned in an gave me a kiss, then reached down and took my cock in his hand. "I invited over a playmate for you. Give you a chance to play with someone other than me. I think you'll enjoy it, he's a take-charge type which is probably good in this case since you aren't feeling super great. He's just pulling in, so I'll go let him in." He stood and walked into the hallway as I laid back on the bed. I heard him pause and there was some rustling, and I realized he was pulling on some clothes, so as not to answer the door in the nude. I heard him walking toward the door but a knock beat him too it. "Hi," I heard in a soft, yet deep voice. "Is Reid here?" "Hey, you must be Grant," I heard G reply. "Yeah, he said you were coming over. He's back in the bedroom, pretty sure he was just waiting for you to arrive." "Sweet man, he didn't tell me he had a roommate. Or, are you two..." I heard Grant's voice trail off. "Oh, no, nothing serious here. We're super-close, but romance isn't anything we've explored," was the response. And I just ever so slightly picked up on a whimsical tone to the voice. "I got ya. Gets weird sometimes with couples. Groups can be fun, but couples can be complicated. You joining us?" "Nah," I heard G reply. "I think he's needing some intense one-on-one at the moment. Maybe the next time if he's down and you are too." "Fuck yeah, man. You're hot. Would love to see that pointer in person sometime!" Grant's voice seemed to be getting closer as he uttered those last few words and in just a few seconds one hunk of a jock walked into my room. He paused for a second, perhaps surprised to see me in a state of undress already, my cock rock hard against my hint of abs. A smile emerged on his lips, and as he began to pull his own clothes off, I took in the sight in front of me. He stood about 6'2, had a lean but perfectly defined build, and I saw his six-pack and perfectly chiseled tan chest as his polo slid over his head. He had green eyes, and dark brown hair. It was just long enough to be shaggy, but not long enough to fall into his eyes, and it was cropped close on the sides and back. As he shucked his shorts, out popped an uncut cock that was already starting to fill out. His legs were as toned as the rest of him, and a light dusting of chest hair funneled into a slight trail to his groin. He was perfect. Now as nude as me, he walked over, climbed onto the bed, and walked himself on all fours right up to meet me face-to-face. "You are so incredibly sexy man, I'm glad you said you were feeling better. I've been so horny to flip I was about to go nuts," he said to me, and with that his face came down to meet mine and we began making out. He pulled himself up a little, never breaking our kiss, and as his tongue moved deeper into his ass, I felt him reach back and grab my leaking cock. He lifted it to meet his ass, and immediately began pushing back on it. My precum and apparently a little lube on his part allowed my head to penetrate his ass quickly. He pushed himself back down onto me, my dick sinking into him in one smooth motion. My stomach fluttered, as I realized I was inside an ass--raw. I knew I should tell him that I was poz, in the midst of my very own fuck flu. But every time I made a weak effort to break the kiss to tell him, he managed to quickly start again. He was fucking himself on my cock rather quickly and I knew I had no chance to hold back. Grant must have sensed it because he groaned into my mouth and broke the kiss. He sat upright, impaled on my cock, and with a few more bounces my now-toxic orgasm exploded into his ass. Holy hell, my piss slit burned with FIRE as I rocketed my seed deep into him. He felt it and his head fell back as he continued to ride my cock. A good 7-8 shots of cum coated his insides, and slowly he came to a stop, my cock still twitching inside me. "Fuck man, you were serious when you said you had to get off fast. That was hot! Rubbers can really ruin the experience, so I'm glad it said you were neg on your profile!" Wait, WHAT? I hadn't talked to him, I certainly wouldn't have told him I was neg. G! He must have set this whole thing up, posing as me to set up this meeting. And my profile... I hadn't updated it after learning of all this!!! As my cock softened and began to fall out of his ass, Grant slide back between my legs and lifting them up positioned his own uncut head at my opening. He dropped a glob of spit on my hole and pushed in, sinking what was now an 8" uncut dick to the root. "Wow! Most guys can't take me without some serious prep work. You have to tell me about that toy you used. When you said it helped open you up, you weren't kidding! You're not tight at all, fuck yeah!" He went to town on my ass, and I looked at him as he fucked me. Perfectly toned body, healthy, energetic, and completely unaware of what had just infiltrated his rectum. He must have been as pent up as I was, because in no time he was firing off in my ass. A few final thrusts as his orgasm wrapped up, and he was pulling out and reaching for his clothes. "Man, you have no idea how great that felt for me! My girl hasn't put out in weeks, we've been going through a rough patch now that she knows I'm bi. But hell, if you're down, I wouldn't mind some occasionally regular play. Just hit me up, you're just two blocks over!" "Sure thing man, and yeah we can certainly play again," I croaked out. He paused and looked at me, then came over to me as I sat up. "Damn, you have a sexy voice. I'd love to hear that again." And with that, he planted a kiss on my lips and walked out into the hallway. I expected to hear the door open and close, but instead I heard Grant gasp. "Oh, man, sorry. I didn't mean to interrupt you there." "No worries," I heard G reply, "was just working one out here listening to you two and imagining being part of the fun!" "Hope I didn't ruin it!" "Nah, just about to pop off anyway." "Oh?" The door opened and closed, but somehow I knew Grant didn't leave. Instead, I heard clothes shuffling, and I decided to see if what I knew had to be happening, was. I crept out quietly, and peeked around the corner. G was sitting on my sofa, shorts around his ankles and his red tank on. Grant was sitting on his lap, G's cock buried in his ass and his hands on his hips. Grant's head was back, he was looking at the ceiling, and with a few short bounces I saw G's eyes roll back as he pulled Grant's ass down onto his cock and erupt his own toxic brew into the hot jock's ass. I pulled myself back around the corner so as not to be seen spying, and as I heard G sigh I knew Grant had been truly fucked on this visit. Grant pulled on his clothes and quietly headed to the door. I heard the faintest whisper of, "Thanks!", and the door quietly open and close as he slipped out. "You know me Reid, I'm no one-hit wonder. Why don't you come take this next one." Busted. I walked out and over to G, turned around and simply sat down on his cock. He sank in all the way and he pulled me back against him. "That was so HOT feeling your load in his ass. And I mean HOT, like your cum was warm!" "Did... did he know?" "That I'm toxic and you're pretty much also? He saw your profile, which still says neg, and just said he needed a raw load... ANY load. He moved so quickly even I didn't have a chance to correct him, had I wanted to. And when he just sat right down where you are," and he thrust his pelvis forward a bit to emphasize his meaning, "I figured might as well give him what he wanted." G's hands found my hips, and he began bouncing me on his dick. Sure enough, in short order his cock firmed up, his breathing became erratic, and he pulled me down as he came. He helped me stand, pulling me off his cock, and pulled his shorts up. "I figured you wouldn't mind if we kept some fun going. Dirk texted me, said the boys wanted to check in on you, but I told him I'd make sure it was okay with you first. Why don't you throw some clothes on, and I'll make you some food first, let's see if we can get you to keep anything down."

Was leaving the club last night, and a homeless guy sitting on the corner asked for change. I told him I unfortunately didn’t have any, and was prepared to keep going but he asked if I liked dick (since he’d seen me leave the gay bar). I let him know that I loved cock. He told me it’d been awhile since he’d cum. I glanced around, then pointed at a nearby alley and told him he was welcome to cum in me if he wanted to go that way. He said yes, stood up and we walked into the alley. It was dark and I was nervous, but I love taking raw homeless cock so I was also excited as hell. I’d been fucked in this alley before, so I knew there was a dumpster we could behind and I lead him that direction. Once behind the dumpster, I immediately leaned into the wall, lowered my pants off my ass and arched my back for him. He chuckled and made a comment about how much of an easy slut I was. I confirmed, and begged him to fuck me. He asked me if I wanted him to wear a condom, and I told him absolutely not to which he said “sure, it’s your choice”. I felt him spit on my hole, then his cock sliding up and down my crack. The tip kept brushing against my hole, making me whimper in need which seemed to turn him on more be a few seconds later he thrust in and impaled his cock in me with one strong stroke. He felt like a good 7” or so and THICK. I started to moan as he began to jack hammer into my hole. One of his hands was on my hip, guiding me back to meet his thrusts and the other was in my hair shoving my face into the wall. He set a brutal pace, and within no time was asking me where I wanted his cum. I begged for him to breed me, and he again chuckled and said “sure, it’s your choice.” With a few more thrusts, he lodged himself balls deep in my hole and I felt the throbbing of his cock and the warmth of his cum as he unloaded in me, the hand in my hair moving down to curl around my throat, fingers digging into my wind pipe. Once he was done cumming, he started lazily stroking his cock back and forth in me, working his load deeper into me. I thought he intended to give me another load, but instead after a few minutes of lazy strokes, he again impaled himself balls deep in me and I felt the unmistakable warmth of his piss filling me. His fingers tightened further on my throat, and he continued to piss without saying word for a good couple of minutes as I moaned and thanked him. Once he was done pissing, he maneuvered us so I was laying on the ground and he was mounting me, and he proceeded to fuck another load into my now very sloppy hole. He was even rougher this time, and had stopped caring or asking what I wanted - it was clear he’d decided he was just going to use me however he wanted. And I loved it. He pressed my face into the ground and continued to choke me, nearly cutting my air off. He pulled at my hair roughly, I felt some strands pull out. He punched my ass with closed fists and groped at it as he fucked me (it’s bruised today lol). The second fuck took longer, but eventually I felt him cumming inside me again. Then he stood up, and I heard him leave the alley without another word. I waited a few minutes, then stood up, pulled my pants up and left as well, squeezing my hole to keep it all inside me. Horned as I was now, I wanted more cock and cum… so instead of going home, I ended up at the nearest ABS with my hole up against a gloryhole where I got 6 more anon loads without seeing a single one of the guys. Very successful night!

Normal beautiful day right on the beach having breakfast in Nungwi, Zanzibar. Enjoying the morning breakfast and caught a married Italian guy checking me out, I nodded my head and smiled. Taking my time to enjoy the view and waiting to see what might possible happen. Suddenly, his wife stood up and left the table. When the coast was clear, he walked over with a smile, his big bulge was at my eye's level. I couldn't resist, nodded my head and stood up. Once arrived at the bungalow, closed the door with window opened. I pulled his short down to revealed a long and fat cock with tapped head, fat in the middle and narrow down to the base. Licked the dripping precum as he gripped my head tight and fucked my throat until he exploded the musky & salty seeds. He smiled from ear to ear and told me to keep licking his cocks and balls. Within 10 minutes the fat cock firmed up. I pointed to the bed, jumped onto bed with my legs in the air. He walked over, held on my ankles and slammed in one thrust and continued a hard fuck until the second loads exploded. 10 days vacation was well rested, used and fed each morning. The highlight was taking his delicious pee in the water each day.

It’s this scene from Breeding Season 2: [think before following links] https://classics.treasureislandmedia.com/scenes/boyfucking-2 The twink worked at a bathhouse I frequented about the time this was filmed and I had a chance to breed him. He was super experienced and receptive for a guy his age, and would stay to play after his shift was done.

So I kind of cheat here, I have my poppers hooked up to a tube that has a thing I put in both my nostrils. The rush is intense and it's a one handed operation which is critical for a proper bate session, and if I drop the thing that's ok, since the poppers are secured to a base station on the floor. Can't risk a moment off my cock when I'm going down a porn rabbit hole, i must keep bating like a mindless drone.

Freshly bred at the gloryholes

Part 4 Well, this was bad. Or maybe good? No, bad. Very bad. My stomach was already doing little flips as I tried to process the words. I glanced down at the ground, but my eyes lingered on his cock again. Did it twitch? "Eyes up here buddy. What are you drinking?" "Uhhhh... shot of Jameson and a Budweiser." I was gonna need some booze for this. "Good boy." He turned back to the bartender and placed the order while I felt the heat rush to my face. He came back in what felt like a second, two bottles in hand, two shots in the other. "Let's head to a table." He didn't break his stride, continuing past me while I failed to get even a "thanks" out. I followed him like a puppy to the darker side of the bar, where he put the drinks on a small table in the corner, took off his hoodie, sat in the booth, patted the spot next to him, and put his arm up top. I managed to steel myself for a second, told him thanks, and sat down next to him, leaving a little gap between us aaaaaaaaand why does he smell so fucking good. Yeah, we're back to bad. This is bad. Deer in headlights. He wasn't soapy, wasn't ripe. There was just a hint of musk coming under his arm that made me get half hard in the blink of an eye. He picked up a shot and raised it towards me. “To strangers." We clinked glasses, knocked back our whiskeys, and took a swig from the bottles. I felt his leg against mine as he started talking. "So. Made it out. First time meeting a guy like me. How are you feeling?" I blurted out “nervous” before I could stop myself. "Aw. Shy boy." He rubbed my shoulder and continued. "We're not so different, you and I. Both of us know what we want, I just get what I want too." He put his hand on my thigh and rubbed, casually but firmly. I took a drink of my beer, put it down and got my voice back a bit. "You know I get ass too. I usually buy the drinks and spread my leg til it touches theirs." "And how does the other side feel, big guy?" It felt good. "Good. Different." He flashed a little bit of a grin. "Good is good. Different is good. I don't mind being what different if it's what I am. I fought it off for a while, but something changed in me, and I didn't care any more. I wanted what I wanted." He slipped his fingertips just under the leg of my shorts. I tried not to get distracted as I felt him start to rub higher up my thigh, but I missed a bit before snapping back in focus. “-feeling a guy squirm when you grind your cock against his hole and and squeeze you when you thrust in deep, nothing between you. Best fucking feeling." I picked up my beer again, took a sip and got out a "yeah" and looked away as I felt his hand climb up my thigh a bit further. "You know, you're even cuter than I expected, boy. I was pretty sure you'd get too afraid and skip out on me, but maybe you're hungrier than I realized." He smiled and used his left hand to casually grab his very hard cock and adjust it before leaving his hand in his lap. Fuck. I looked at his eyes and recognized a hunger of his own. He chuckled and adjusted again, just enough to let the thick tip of his cock peek out of the bottom of his shorts. I couldn't keep it in this time. "Fuck." "That comes later boy. We have to fall in love first." He made his cock throb hard enough that I could see his shorts move. "You're here now, you've got a real breeder with you, what do you want to know?" I caught another sniff of his pit. My brain was fuzzy, the booze was starting to loosen me up and the words started coming. "So you always fuck raw?" "Every time. Haven't played safe in years." “Everyone takes you bare?" "Most people these days don't even ask, they just push back. I don't mind a challenge though. Keeps me sharp." "You don't only fuck guys off BBRT?" "Nah. I use it some, but I find hole everywhere. Grindr, bars, Sniffies, hiking. I'm always on the hunt. And teaching those safe only boys how a real man fucks is a good time." He took another swig from his beer, rubbed his cock through his shorts for a second. “You know you can touch it, right?" I reached over without saying a word, put my hand in his lap, and traced a thick vein on the top of his cock before reaching under his shorts and feeling it in my hand. He was thick, and a bit of precum stuck to my palm as I felt the warmth in my hand. He leaned in a little bit closer and kept going. "The condom boys are the most fun. Fucking sweet holes. Cheaters, good boys, risk averse, whatever, I don't care. Slicking them up with precum and filling them up never gets old." I felt him throb and began stroking him a bit more. "You breed them too?" "Fuck yeah. Whatever it takes to spread my seed." "Fuck." "You thought I was kidding? I have all kinds of ways to get them leaking cum. Years of practice." "When'd you do it last?" "Last week." I tried to keep my composure but it was getting to be too much. "Who?" "Some boy from Grindr. Not much older than you. Blank profile, but I rolled the dice after he said his girlfriend was out of town. Sweet hole. Trusted me to bring a box of condoms. I was happy to help." "You brought some?" "Sure. With a prick right through the center. Not easy to see in a dim room, but just enough for me to start getting my DNA in him a few seconds after I slide in. A minute or two in and more of my cock starts to open up the hole while I thrust. Boy was loving my dick, was clawing at my back while I bottomed out in him. Fresh meat. I didn't even hide when I came, just buried my cock balls deep and grunted. Told him I used a lot of lube." He grinned like a wolf. "He bought it, but it didn't matter, it was too late for him anyway. My seed was already coating the walls of his ass." "Fuck." "Yeah boy. It was fucking hot. You've never done that before?" "No." "Best fucking feeling. When you feel that rubber start to turn into a cock ring and you know he's fucked. Makes me want to shoot right then." He widened his legs and gave me more room to stroke. "It's amazing. I don't even know how many boys I've flooded that way." "Do you tell them after you cum?" "Nah. More fun seeing if I can get away with it. Sometimes I'll tell them it broke just to see if they'll go for another round bare from the start. But I like the challenge." My head was buzzing from his words and his thick cock leaking in my hand, and I needed some air. Now. "I'm gonna hit the bathroom, back in a sec." "Sure." I got up and went to the bathroom a few steps away, a single sink and toilet with a locking door. I walked to the sink, turned the faucet on, and felt the cool water. What the fuck was I doing? I looked in the mirror for a second, looked down, and cupped my hands under the stream. I heard a knock. "One sec." The knob twisted, the door opened, and he walked in. Of course. "You good?" And in the light I saw him properly, the lean muscle in his legs, the fur dusting his arms, the wolfish grin. I knew what was happening now. "I know what you need," he said, and stroked his bulge again. I didn't even hide the stare this time. "Good boy. On your knees." And I was on my knees. "Look at me." I looked up and saw his eyes staring deep in mine. I felt his hand rub the back of my head, then press my head to his bulge. "Lick." And I did. I breathed in his scent as I traced the outline with my tongue, before wrapping my mouth around the shaft and closing my eyes. It felt so good. He groaned quietly, and that groan made my own cock throb. "That's it boy. Make me feel good." I hungrily licked and kissed through the fabric until he put his hand under my chin and said "stop." He pulled my head off for a second and put the tip of his thumb in my mouth. I'd never needed to taste a cock so badly in my life. He lazily pulled his shorts down and his cock sprang up, and it took every ounce of willpower not to take it in my mouth right away. "Open." I opened my mouth, and he put the thick tip on my tongue, and slowly but firmly thrust into my mouth until he was balls deep.I didn't need oxygen, I needed him. He pulled back out, thrust deep again, then pulled out. "Up." He grabbed under my chin, pulled me up and pressed his lips against mine, parting them with his tongue. I was so hungry, and he was too. We made out for a few seconds before he pulled back and pushed me back on my knees. "Open." And I did, and I had his cock down my throat again. "Gooood boy. That's it. Show me how much you need it." I lost myself in servicing him, trying to alternate short and deep, licking the underside with my tongue, using a bit of hand to cradle his heavy balls as I sucked. "Fffffffuck yeah, keep going." And I did. I kept servicing him, and it felt right. Time slipped. I was feeling him throb in my throat when I heard the doorknob twist and open. They were halfway through the door before I could start to pull off, but he placed his hand on the back of my head and pushed me down deeper as he turned around to look. I heard him as I tried to pull off. "Hey there. Just give us a sec, we're almost done." He released my head and I pulled off, and he moved aside just enough for me to see the person trying to come in, and it was someone I knew. A guy I hooked up with a few times before he started seeing someone. Matt. Cute twinky sub. Our eyes met for a brief second as he realized what was happening. Matt saw me like this? "Sorry," Matt said as he ducked back out. My stranger didn't miss a beat. "Open." And I did, and he began thrusting again. "Fuck yes. You're getting me close boy. Get ready. Don't waste a single fucking drop." I'd never. "FFfffffuck." He growled and pulled back so that his head was just inside my mouth. The first shot hit my tongue. He tasted so sweet. And then his cock was back down my throat and throbbing while he grunted. "FUCK." I wanted it all. I swallowed the first few throbs and stayed anchored to the root of his cock as it continued to pulse. After seven or eight throbs, I knew I'd got his load, and began cleaning him off, getting every last drop, squeezing his shaft to get anything left. "That's a good boy." And he pulled me up and began kissing me again. I realized I hadn't touched my cock the whole time and went to rub. He swatted my hand away. “Not now. No wasting it." He pulled his shorts back up and opened the door, and Matt was waiting outside. "All yours cutie, we're finished for now." He smiled and walked out the door, and left me to chase him. Matt was grinning as I walked by. "See you around." Fuck. He laughed and closed the door behind him, and I caught up with my stranger, who was back at the bar ordering. "You know him?" "Yeah. Old bottom friend of mine. Has a BF now.” "Cute boy. Introduce me when he's back. I got you another beer." He pulled out a few bills from his pocket and passed them to the bartender as I licked my lips and tasted a hint of his cum. I felt my heart race again, and I knew I had to get the FUCK out of there. "Taste good? You know I still have more for you, boy" he said. Fuck. "Uh, that was fucking hot, but I gotta go." He picked up the bottles and shook his head a little. "I'll see you around boy." I went toward the exit, paused, turned my head back and saw him leaning against the wall by the bathrooms, bottles in hand. Then I walked out into the night.

I’m a horrible uncle. My nephew had gotten into a college near where I lived and called asking to live with me. The house phone rang as master gave me another slam. A 12” dildo on a fuck machine was pumping in and out of my hole as I was strung up. All the loads I’d taken in the past day were flowing down the dildo out of my hole. As the sensation of the slam rolled through me I began begging my master. I don’t know what I was begging him for but I wanted more of everything. Master walked to get the phone. His 6’3 bulky frame was covered in a thick silver gray coat of body hair. His massive cock swung soft between his legs, his spiked Prince Albert and Jacob’s ladder glistening slightly red from our trip to the club last night. He came back in a minute later as I was trying the strech lower so the dildo could reach deeper in me. He put the phone up to my ear saying “Your nephews calling” with an evil smirk. As he held the phone to my ear with one hand he used the other to pick up a beaded sounding rod and begin pushing it down my semi hard t dick. “Hey jack” I got out trying my hardest not to moan as each thick bead of the rod popped into my urethra. “What’s up” “Hey uncle mark, I was just calling to check if I could stay at your place this year for school-“ I let out a gasp as master got the end of the sounding rod into me, and the continued pushing into my piss slit with his thick pinky. The rod going deep into me. “Are you ok uncle mark” jack said in response to my gasp “Yeah bud just got jammed something sorry go on” I responded breathily as master turned up the speed on the fucking machine and set the dildo to vibrate. “Oh ok well I was going to ask if it’s okay for me to stay with you this year for school to save money.” Master overheard jack say and gave a devious look. There was no command there but there was an understanding that if I allowed my nephew jack to stay master would be happy as he would make jack his. “Of course you can stay with me, I’ll call you back later for more details cause I’m about to finish something.” I said knowing I just sold my nephews future to my master. “Yeah your friend said he had you tied up with something, well thanks I’ll call you later, love you uncle mark.” “Love you too bud” I said as the phone call ended. “I love when you hand me new slaves mark.” Master said putting the phone down “ you’re such a good slave selling out your family to me, so you can cum.” He ripped his pinky from my dick hole, the sensation pushing me over the edge and sending the sounding rod shooting out, the beads popping through my slit adding to my spun out orgasm. A mixture of cum and piss shot from my cock straight onto master as he let me free from the chains and I collapsed forward, grabbing onto him and licking my fluids off of the biohazard tattoo above he cock.

I was a virgin about eight months ago, and I realized I wasn't desired by the older, experienced men I wanted. Since then I went from one partner for about a month, to three for about two months, and then my bf has really opened the doors and I've been fucked by, I estimate, well over a hundred different cocks. I've done everything, down to fuck anyone at any time and let them have their way with me. I have no more fantasies, just dirty pig sex. So my question is, what do tops think of whored out boys and the man who owns him?

My last load was a buddy who’s married with kids. I love taking his loads because I know he’s potent and fertile. It’s almost as satisfying as taking a poz load, for the same reasons.

Great ideas!

Has anyone had to educate a top on HIV conversion during a hook up? In the last year I have had three separate instances where I have had to stop and explain HIV transmission to a top. Most recent was yesterday afternoon. I was playing with this guy at the video store and he wanted to fuck me. I turned around and he started rubbing his (unimpressive) cock on my hole. At that point I was really just in it for the load so I asked if he was poz. He said no and asked if I was. I said yes, undetectable. I said is that an issue? I expected to hear the usual no but instead he said “ am I going to get AIDS? I was like what rock did this guy climb out from under? First, if you are going to be having bareback sex with an anonymous guy you should at least know the risks. Second, understand what undetectable is. He had a better chance of winning the lottery than me giving him HIV. There is a lot of information out there to educate yourself. Have any other bottoms run into this issue?

I'm a negative top. I don't even bother to ask because I'm not inclined to trust some anonymous guy in a bookstore. Most poz guys were converted by someone they thought was neg, whether because they didn't ask, the guy didn't know he was poz, or he lied. I'm responsible for myself. I know U=U and most guys who know they're poz are on meds and undetectible. I also know that if playing with someone is a possibility, I'll go on 2-1-1 PrEP. Hopefully, I wind up with a regular bud where it makes sense to be on it every day.

Mike Johnson is no stranger to illegal activities, so would anyone be surprised?

Holy fuck, yes!!!

I just love sucking cock. I can't help it: it turns me on so much to have a nice big dick between my eyes and feel it being thrust deep into my mouth and throat. The thrill of seeing another man getting horny, feeling him getting hard, touching his balls, pulling down his underwear and discovering his cock, looking at it and watching him rub it and pull back his foreskin before putting it in my mouth... I mean, I was born for this. I don't know how many I've sucked already: it's a fucking addiction and since I discovered how much of a cocksucker I am, I can't stop it. In fact, I'm getting more and more into it. Sometimes I don't even need to jerk off or cum myself: I get much more pleasure from sucking other men's cocks and making them cum hard in my mouth or on my face. It's gotten to the point where I often care more about the guy's dick than the guy himself. I do it alone or in a group, on my knees, sucking several at once while looking them in the eyes in saunas, orgies, or cruising areas. I also love being watched while I suck. Ofc, I always swallow cum and sometimes I let them piss in my mouth (and if I'm feeling really horny, I can even swallow that piss). I love all good big cocks, but I especially love hairy ones with foreskin to play with. And if they smell strongly of sweat, piss, and smegma... even better! The best thing is that I have an open relationship and my boyfriend (who has a nice big cock that I always keep well milked) knows that I'm a cocksucking faggot and lets me invite more men home to suck them off and fuck them. Anyway, that's it, I'm a fucking cocksucker and cum swallower.

He might not realize it but I am pretty sure it is illegal to share any sexual material/information with a minor, in the United States, even if it is your own kid. So, as a father I can't go and give my daughter pornographic videos as a gift or "educational video", and definitely not so until she is a minor as that would be clearly illegal. Doing so would be highly inappropriate behavior and technically a sexual assault and sexual harassment with the legal authorities having the right to intervene and even prosecute harshly. Mr. Johnson sharing his sexual proclivities with his son definitely falls within the purview of child abuse. As a well off speaker, who owns a house and would have the resources to pay for a therapist, and I am assuming he has one, and since his wife ran some kind of Christian counselling business — his sharing of sexual material about himself with his son is really questionable. Also, I would add what would really be the crucial factor in defining if this is sexual abuse or not would be the kind of material he was/is addicted to. So, did Covenant Eye ever trigger a warning for homosexual, family incest, or illegal such as young/twink pornography and send it to his son? Any of these categories would definitely indicate that Mr. Johnson shared inappropriate sexual material with his underage son. Now this would be something the Former Bureau of Investigation should have looked into but I guess, they are selective in who they choose to investigate. A big name gay star like Austin Wolf is definitely someone they want to investigate but a republican politician, I guess gets a pass on such things.

I love being a tool for men. As I've said before, I like to think of myself as a cum "urinal" for men to use. Just as men piss in a urinal and walk away without a thought for the porcelain receptical, I love when they cum in or on me and walk away in like fashion.

This is so fucking hot and I hope more is to follow.

Hi all! I am here and to be honest: I expected more! More breeding, more men with lust. Lame duck. Anyway… will be at NOXON for the piss party. I hope l can rely on my pigs. So what is your impression? Maybe I am to picky😱

Very verse but I ether get mostly tops or mostly bottoms. Id love to have a verse guy to take turns on.

Had a small orgy in private after a bunch of public sex at Folsom St Fair. After taking loads and getting my throat used on the street we moved to a bar where I spent time on my knees. Then after sundown we headed back to a crash pad where I got used by a bunch of hung tops and versatile breeders who used my holes and finished in me that night and the next morning.

I was converted by watching porn. At first, I wanted to give my wife a messy facial like the porn actresses. Gradually I began focusing on the cocks and cum and began to wonder what it would be like to suck cock. Then I began to want a man to jerk off all over my face and into my mouth. One night I went to an abs and met a young Hispanic man. The moment his dark cock slid into my mouth the transformation was complete. Instantly, I knew deep down that I was a cocksucker. Didn't take long to swallow my first load and get confirmation I was also a cumpig.

Yesterday I had a hookup with FB with a twist.. As usual he texted me: "U home? Can be there in hour." So I did some rescheduling so we could meet... He came as he promised, fucked me real good and pumped load deep in me. Then he went his way. After that I went on my schedule - catch a train. I didn't felt the urge to push out the load, so I thought: It wasn't much, probably and I didn't have much time (had to catch the train). But before changing train the second time it started to ooze out.. WTF.. I had to go to toilets to be able to continue the journey. I thought: Problem solved. But noo, it started again on the train.. So when I arrived to my final destination I went to toilet and pushed out some quite big load.. So my boy pumped me really good.. full tank I'd say. 😀

Part 5 Phil was a real stud, a breeding stallion. Not just because he had a huge cock. He had huge, fat, plump, heavy balls dangling between his legs, tucked away in a low-hanging, enormous ball sack. His thrusts were extremely hard and fast, like a jackhammer. He kept pulling his fuck piston all the way out and before my cunt could close again, he rammed his entire length back in completely deep in one thrust. I just moaned with pleasure, pain, and endless horniness. With every thrust, he stimulated my prostate, and the pressure in my cock and especially in my balls grew stronger and stronger, and soon I felt like my balls were about to burst. Yes, my cock had been sealed so well that every drop of precum that was fucked out of my prostate stayed inside me. With every minute of the brutal fucking, the pressure in my balls and inside my cock became more unbearable. Phil noticed this, grinned broadly, and simply said "I think your prostate is juicing too much. You still have to learn to control yourself, you little pig. No one is interested in your useless and worthless cum and precum. Every drop that would run out of your boyclit would be a source of pleasure for you, and you don't deserve that! Your prostate probably needs a special program!" He changed his thrusts so that he was no longer fucking me deeply. He placed his glans and his fat PA directly on my prostate and moved back and forth on it, applying a lot of pressure. I moaned, whimpered, and then screamed after a few minutes, "My balls are bursting, please let me cum, release the pressure!" In the background, I heard the master say to Mike, "Let's show the new bitch once and for all that this isn't about her pleasure and satisfaction. She's only there to satisfy the lust of alpha males, just fuck meat, just a cumdump for bull sperm. Get the ball crusher and the bull semen extractor." A little later, I felt someone fiddling with my balls, and then, "Ahhhhhh," the pressure got worse and worse. "Squeeze them nice and tight," the Master shouted to Mike, who screwed the ball press tighter and tighter. "Ahhhhh, mercy," I cried, my balls already extremely flattened, "Please, they're going to burst any second." "Three more turns," ordered the Master, "as long as the bitch can still beg, the balls aren't flat enough yet." With each turn, the pain became unbearable. Now I could only moan. The Master said to Phil, "Massage his prostate for another 10 minutes so that the pressure in his balls increases even more. Then we'll use the bull semen extractor." The next 10 minutes felt like hours. I felt like I was going to pass out at any moment. The pressure in my balls went up and up and up. Finally, the huge cock was pulled out of my cunt. Just a few moments later, a long, thick metal rod was inserted into me. When the tip of the rod was right on my prostate, the rod was not inserted any further. I felt the immense pressure and moaned loudly again. "So, you pig. You will now learn that any form of relief, whether for your balls or your prostate, will always be accompanied by pain, and sooner or later your body will want to avoid this, and you will no longer be able to spray your useless and completely worthless slave sperm or precum in any way!" "I'm going to press the trigger right now, and you're going to feel like your balls are starting to boil. But the electric shock will only irritate your prostate so much that it and your balls will contract extremely, and you'll want to squirt your useless cum out of you without any orgasm, without any feeling of happiness, and without any relief." The Master grinned particularly nastily. "But that won't work because your clit is plugged and tightly sealed. Every drop will therefore be pushed directly into your bladder, the trash can for your worthless cum!" No sooner had the master finished his sentence than I felt like someone was driving a big truck right over my balls. I felt my cum making its way out of my balls. It must have been under a lot of pressure. I screamed like I was being spit-roasted, but the cum mercilessly made its way from my balls into my cock. But it couldn't squirt out, so the pressure was released through my urethra directly into my bladder. The whole thing was repeated three times. By the third time, I had no strength left and couldn't even manage the slightest whimper. Immediately afterwards, the bull sperm extractor was pulled out of me and Phil thrust deep into me. He fucked me like a steam hammer, completely ruthlessly. My prostate was so overstimulated that his glans and the PA felt like a pineapple. I didn't even notice that the ball crusher had been removed. I was now just a hole for this huge, fat Stallion cock. Phil fucked me faster and more brutally, if that was even possible, and then he screamed loudly, sank his cock as deep as it would go into my cunt, and pumped his load of POZ cum into me. It must have been tons of cum, because my cunt filled noticeably with each new spurt.

EXACTLY!! I was so proud and happy I was cheesing for DAYS! My dad had tears in his eyes when it happened. He pulled me so close and tight into him and kissed me so passionately.....I had never felt such intense love until that moment. I remember being worried someone could tell after that too. But that became something I kinda liked, having that secret about our home life.

Rick had hardly known his dad, Frank, who had knocked up his mother when they were both 16 and they never married. When Rick was 20 he learned his dad was living in a nearby city and they reconnected. As they got to know each other, Rick was utterly shocked he found out was that his dad was gay, but certainly it made it easier for Rick to confide to his father that he too was gay. Eventually Frank (and his father's partner, Kevin), invited Rick to come stay with them. Rick asked if he could bring his BF, and naturally his father replied "No problem", so Rick and his BF Jess came out to spend the summer. When Rick and Jess arrived at Rick's father's place, Frank opened the door and Jess remarked to Rick that Rick and Frank looked very much alike like each other, and when he thought about it, Rick realized Jess was right: his dad was 36, lean and defined and Rick immediately started wondering if their cocks were also similar. Frank gave his son a bear hug and introduced himself to Jess, saying "I'm Frank and this is Kevin. Make yourselves at home." The first week went by uneventfully as they caught up with each other. During the second week when Frank and Jess had gone out to the store, Kevin and Rick were talking when there was a knock on the door and a guy delivered a package. Kevin told Rick that the package contained 'party favors', but that Frank didn't want his son to know that he and Frank partied, so Kevin asked that Rick not say anything about the package. Rick replied "That's crazy - we do as well" to which Kevin replied "Your dad would never do that in front of you....unless...." and then he started to laugh. Later Kevin told Rick and Jess his twisted plan, and Rick and Jess, being utterly twisted pigs, readily agreed to the plan. One weekend in mid-June Rick and Jess told Frank that they were going to take a weekend trip and would not be back until the following Monday. They left as planned, and shortly afterwards Frank and Kevin got out the T and started smoking to gear up for a long weekend. After about an hour Frank was flying, and Kevin took him into the bedroom and tied his hands to the bedposts, slipped a blindfold on him and said he was going to prepare a couple of slams. Frank lay there with a raging hard-on while Kevin went out of the room. Jess and Rick had crept back into the apartment and were waiting in the living room, like two hungry naked predators. They slipped in quietly while Kevin returned with the rigs. Kevin told Frank that he had a surprise for him, saying he gone online and invited two men over to play. Frank's dick started leaking with pre-cum in anticipation. Jess and Rick got on either side of Frank and tied a tourniquet around each of his arms, also tying themselves off, so they could slam right after they did Frank. Kevin followed suite. When all four guys were prep'd, Jess and Rick simultaneously stuck the needles into Frank's arms, slamming him from both sides. The rush hit Frank like a ton of bricks. He was so high he couldn't talk. At that point Rick pulled the blindfold off, and Frank looked up in his drug-induced haze to see Jess, Rick and Kevin standing over him, rigs in hand, ready to go. A portion of Frank wanted to protest, but he still couldn't speak and his dick and ass said otherwise. He watched as the three of them slowly inserted the needles into their arms and pulled back so that he could see their blood mixing with the Tina. They were putting on a fucking show for him. Then they slammed. Rick came around and stuck his dick into his father's ass and started to fuck him relentlessly. Jess slid his cock in Frank's mouth and Kevin went down on Frank's dick at the same time. As his eyes started to focus he saw that Jess had a biohazard tattoo right above his cock, and that Rick had the same. Kevin just grinned. Kevin was also poz but somehow Frank had stayed negative, thinking 'at least until now'. For several hours they all took turns raping Frank's ass, until he had three charged loads dripping out of his hole. Rick then went down between his dad's legs and felched his hole, sucking the cum out, then rising to his feet he leaned over his father, kissed him, and snow-balled the cum into Frank's hungry mouth. Rick looked at his dad, smiled broadly, and said "Happy Fathers day. Hope you like my gift." And then they were ready to go again.

next part is up (small one) this will go deeper into Jake's thoughts and feelings and the preparation of the new "roulette" game. the upcoming game will be explained (first part, the rest is still kept in the dark). so you need to read this first before the real action can begin. i hope it will cause some excitement and hopes for the upcoming parts. Part 21 The humid air clung to my skin like a second layer as I stumbled slowly toward the meeting point. I can smell a scent of hibiscus flowers mingling with the salty sea and fresh forest breeze, afraid and excited, knowing the second roulette game is going to start soon. Still, it feels like I'm dragging my soul to another slaughterbank ... I am a bit dizzy from the information about the point rate I just received , scowling at the scoreboard. Number 1... the most load taken from all the guests... How... how... did it get this far ? I still wonder. How could I become the hotel slut? Why ? The explanation Felix gave me... That's why ... Fuck... I really did not expect this. All those loads from Felix and Daddy ... Poz toxic loads.. . and I ... I took them all willingly... But ... but... I really enjoyed it all this far. And I even have a fresh load from Felix deep up in my hole. Did I underestimate the whole holiday ? Am I losing myself? Taking all their cocks... or am I ... am I just freeing myself... discovering the true me. My mind is reeling... the point rate? The hotel slut? The words echo , sharp and filthy in my mind over and over. But beneath the shame, a dark thrill pulsed. My hole clenches, still sore and slick from Felix's brutal fuck half an hour ago. His fuck, the sting, it was a brand. A proof I belong to them. To all of them. So... I won't change it. I will go for it... It might be too late anyway... Let me discover myself , my slutty wild side. This game I will play with all the love and power I have... With no doubt, willing, and with no limits. I'll give all of me. I can see a group of guys gathering. A host is in the middle, circled by twitching, eager bodies. White smartwatches glinted on their wrists like jewels . Neg sluts like me. They are being checked in for the roulette game. The host is ensuring they are all signed in. Slowly, I blend in and try to walk up to the host. As I look around me, the ages of all the guys are different, but I'm guessing no one is over 30. All the guys have different backgrounds. I really don't have the urge to speak to them. I am here for myself. And besides... I guess they all know me now... as the number one on the scoreboard . Slowly, I stumble to the host and stretch my arm with my smartwatch. He does not really pay attention but scans my smartwatch. It beeps. A note signed in becomes visible. After some time, the host is calling everyone together. "Please, pay attention, guys. We are heading out to the first roulette game. This game will decide how the game will go on for each of you. We will head out to the banana tree area. There you will find entry to the next roulette game , called... THE MAZE Okay, guys. Let's head out to the maze. "Follow me ," the host barks out. In a group, we walk to the banana tree area. My mind wanders to the rumors I hear from the other guys : tales of thick, ebony cocks stretching willing holes, of sweat-slicked dark bodies moving in sync under the canopy of palm trees. The African power, the roughness, the hard-on going fucks... The thought alone makes my hole clench. As we walk through the banana tree area , I wonder if Leroy is still getting fucked over there. I won't be surprised if he is, loaded with at least three loads deep in his now puffy hole. Even if he is exhausted, he will take it. Giving pleasure to his tops is all he does . The heat of getting fucked is his main goal, pleasuring and giving his body to be used by someone . There is no doubt in my mind that Jason, who is fucking Leroy, will take advantage of that. He will use him in any way he can , including that Indian boy's hole. I should take Leroy's mindset in that. My own pleasure should be less important. The pleasure of the top, fucking my hole, using me, should be my first concern. I should be taking pleasure from that, even if it hurts, even if it ruins me and leaves me in pain. That's my mindset for this game. While I'm lost in my thoughts, I start to automatically check out the bodies of the guys around me while we walk. Their tight asses, their slim bodies, nicely formed arms-I almost stumble against someone as we stop. We are here, the host calls out, as I watch the entrance of the bananatree maze. A large wooden entrance is visible, while banana leaves are covering the back view. Near the maze entrance , two towering African men are standing guard. Broad -shouldered, tall, dominant... their muscles gleam under the sun, black shiny skin as if it is polished. Their eyes scan each of us, including me. Nervous chatter from the group dies as they watch us. My own gaze lingers on their bulges, straining against their clothes, imagining the weight and heat beneath the fabric. I guess... it's true what they say about black guys... they are huge, hung. photo of the entrance of the maze and the black guards in the meanwhile, some help starts to give out some packages. while I am still gazing at the black guys at the gate, and I'm sure I am not the only one, I'm getting a package pushed into my hands. it is like a wake-up call... a bit shocked ... I snap out of my gaze. what is this? I wonder... I can see some kind of jock and a rope. why do I need that? the host starts to bark now. “please, all get your clothes off. most of you still have wet swim shorts on. you should be dressed in style... as bottoms ...” as soon as he says that some guys drop their shorts. sweet round asses , white, sun -browned , smooth, some a bit hairy, bubble butts, it all appears in front of my eyes. I can see the two African gate guards watch and laugh, watching how guys bend over to drop their shorts and pull their jocks on. I can't stop myself and watch their asses too , and their cocks... most of them are still soft, but some seem to be a bit excited . some cocks really look tasty... fuck.. . even with all the fear of the upcoming game... I can still only think about fucking. what a slut I have become... As fast as I can, I drop my shorts too . One of the helpers slaps my bare ass. "Keep the numbers counting," he whispers to me. I start to blush... Fuck, I really made a name with the score... as I put the jock on I can feel that it is tight as hell. It covers me just barely, and almost everything is really showable. Just a thin fabric between the humid air and my skin. I can see the others are putting the rope over their heads, hanging around their necks against their chests . So I follow them. I'm not sure what to expect from this. Photo of Jake "Okay, guys, now you are all changed, Pay attention. when you enter, there is no way back," the host barks at us. "If you decide to stop, these two guys will make sure you won't leave without your hole fucked open and dripping with cum... by all the tops playing... So be warned... and be real... you really don't want to miss out on the whole event..." Now listen closely, I'll explain the game you are all going to play. Called : ----THE MAZE---- This game has multiple parts , so I'll start with the first part of the game. The first part of the maze starts as soon as you enter this gate. The whole group will go into this maze, and the main goal is to find the center. This first part of the maze is made from banana trees , so you will recognize it from that. In the first part of the maze, while searching your path to the middle, you will stumble against some African Tops. If you wonder... these tops won a place in the first part of the maze by lottery. So we did not pick them... We do know what they are into , though , the host laughs... If you find one or more of them, these guys have special packages. Those you might need later on in the maze... so it is your choice if you interact with them. They won't say how they will interact with you, but you have to comply once chosen. If you want to interact, you have to pull their shorts down or whatever they wear. Just above the cock, it will show what interaction there will be, written in paint. After 5 or 10 minutes, depending on how far in the maze you are, you will receive a little linen bag from them. Take the little linen bag ; you can hang it on the rope that you're wearing around your neck. Try to collect as many of them as you can. Within it, there is a special package. You can't see what's inside, and you're not allowed to open it yet. Each top has a limited number of bags. So when you're too late, you can interact, but you won't get anything ; he will tell you that afterward ... The host smirks... When you stumble upon someone while they are interacting with a top, you can touch the bottom's shoulder. You will take their place then. The person before you won't get the special bag, and the time will be set again. This means if you feel a touch on your shoulder, you need to stop too ... So, you can bully each other and trick each other off... sweet from us, isn't it? The host smiles again. If I have to guess... you have to think and weigh it all really well. You don't want to go out in the middle without any special bags, but you don't want to be the last one to find the middle. So , decide how many bags you take, but don't lose your goal out of sight ... reach the middle as fast as you can. In the middle, you will find statues of cocks. There are big ones, smaller ones, fat ones, pierced ones, and... special ones. Each statue has a colored light. Beneath the statue, there is a QR code. Pick one and scan it with your smartwatch. Choose the color and cock you like the most. Each statue can only be scanned once. So, be fast; the one that finds the middle has the most to pick from. You will find me in the middle again; I will explain the second part of the maze there after all statues are chosen. Now… please open the gates to the maze, and have fun guys….. As the gates open, all the guys around me are starting to move, almost running, into the maze. I look around me, almost like a movie, observing them. In a second, I snap out of my thoughts , and my body starts to move, almost in a sort of ecstasy, heading into the maze without any doubt. Accepting my fate . My hole will get pounded, loaded, by some African guys. My body will be torn apart and used. What will be waiting for me in this event? Will it be as hard, painful, and cummy as the last roulette game? But now I'm more willing, accepting it. My hole is not mine. It 's there to use, there to fill, there to enjoy. And I ??? I just want their cocks and cum. Their poz cum, if they have it. Behind me, I hear the doors get shut... Let the game begin...

Gave my last two loads to a super hot, super-twinky college kid who is now walking around campus this morning with what felt like a gallon of my swimmers sloshing around in his colon. Visiting a small college town in the northeast and satiating at a hotel near campus. Got in late last night…too late to find a warm mouth or a tight ass and so I woke up very much in need to unburden my bloated nuts. I’ve been super-busy with work and was walking around with a 5-day load of seed. I jumped on Grindr early this morning and started chatting pretty quickly with a young, cock-hungry bottom. After some quick back and forth he greed to stop by my hotel room after he finished a work-out at the gym which was a 10 minute walk away. I quickly prepared and answered a soft knock at my door. Jackpot! This kid pushed all my buttons…smaller in height and weight (he weighed around 135lbs, super-cute, smooth all over, and a sexy “come fuck me” smile. I had him strip down to his jockstrap and socks…and quickly had him bent over the arm of the couch . He had come straight from his work-out at the gym and so had that sexy, musky scent that I love so much and so I began to lick and sniff him all over…his smooth back, his moist pits, his socked-feet, his sweaty asscrack. Soon I had my face buried deep in that delicious crevice as the musky scent filled my nose as I went to town on he’s smooth little pucker. Pushing his small jock strapped cheeks apart revealed a tight little bubble-gum colored asshole that was hairless and winking and just begging for a good tongue-fucking…and I didn’t hold back as I licked and sucked and chewed on that kid’s tight little ring for a good 30 minutes. Once I satiated my hunger for boy-hole, I stood behind the kid, lubed my dripping cock and handed him some fresh poppers. I rubbed my leaky cockhead and smeared pre-cum on his juicy tong as I heard him take the first hit of poppers…and then shoved. That tight ring fought me at first but I was determined and after popping through his first resistance I was soon sliding deep into his silky chute in one long slow thrust…finally bottoming out and pressing my trimmed bush into his smooth crevice. Heaven! I knew I wouldn’t last long and after about 5 long and determined strokes I felt the freight train of my orgasm rush through my cock and shoot 6 or 7 massive spurts of my thickly creamy seed into the kid’s warm guts. I saw stars as I unloaded my heavy burden…what a massive load! Sometimes when I cum really hard I can just stay buried and quickly re-charge…and so I held the kid pinned down and continued grinding my hips into the boy’s upturned cheeks…rutting my half-hard cock until his warm silky cummy hole. It was then when I heard him hit the poppers again and whisper “Fuck me again Daddy!”…and that was all it took to get my cock stiff again and crawling deeper up in his warm squishy guts. The next round lasted longer as I deep-dicked the kid, using my first load as lube to fuck him silly. My second load was even bigger than the first and I surely impregnated that college-kid this morning. I kissed his swollen hole and then he cleaned my cock with his hungry little mouth and then we kissed good-bye. Love to think about him sitting through his classes today and leaking my seed from his wet squishy bottom all day.

Chapter 5 After breakfast I went back up to my room and got on my laptop to check work emails to make sure there was nothing urgent. I heard my brother Mike in his room fumbling around then heard the shower turn on in the bathroom. As I was reading an email from my boss Mike walked in from the shared bathroom naked with his hair dripping. “Hey big bro, do you have an extra pair of boxers? I didn’t bring enough.” He asked as he walked up beside me with his dick swinging as he walked. “How the fuck did you not bring enough boxers?? I mean you have today and tomorrow you need them?” I asked as I flicked his big heavy balls. “Dude chill on the balls, they are sensitive.” He said pulling back away from me a little. “I don’t know I guess I wasn’t paying attention. You have any or do I need to ask dad?” I reached out and took his bull balls in my hand, bent down and kissed them. This made his cock jerk and swell a little. He did not attempt to stop me or move away. I sat back and smiled at him. “They aren’t that sensitive, but they sure are full. The stripper will have to deal with that tonight for you.” I told him as I continued to play with his heavy balls. “You can borrow a couple of mine. I always bring way too many. They are in the top drawer of the dresser.” I said with a final gentle squeeze of his balls. “You really got a stripper for tonight! That fucking awesome!! I doubt she will have your bj skills but I’d love to dump my cum in a different pussy then Beth’s. I mean she is great wife material in all ways but the bedroom. She sucks at giving head and just lays there when we fuck. That is when she actually wants to have sex which isn’t often.” He explained as he walked to my dresser and got out a pair of boxers to put on and a pair to take to his room. “No woman can compare to my bj skills little bro, just remember that.” I laughed then said, “ it sucks she is that way. You fuck other chicks often?” ”Maybe 2 - 3 times a year. When I get desperate. I am super picky though. You know for sure the stripper is good to raw dog and cum in?” He asked. ”Yea, she is very high end. She shared her results from Monday with me. She rarely goes the full fuck and hasn’t let a client breed her in a while. She also has a birth control implant, so you are good that way. She said she’d be down for the groom to nut in her, but that he is the only one that gets to fuck her.” I replied. ”Sweet, you are the best big bro! I am so glad you blew off Beth’s bachelor party rules bullshit.” He walked over to me, bent down as he put his hand down the front of my sweat pants and grabbed my soft dick as he kissed me. Soft at first then deep as he worked my dick to half mass. “Don’t worry, I know you are the best cock sucker in town big bro. I will have to get that throat again next time you are back in town. I really appreciate the bj last night and the party tonight. You always show me how good a big bro you are. I love you man” he said then walked back toward his room with an obvious tent in his boxers. ”I love you too little bro!” I told him as I turned back to my emails and tried to get my now hard 8.5 inch poz leaky dick to go back down. I spent about an hour on work and then logged off and put away my laptop. I went down to leave and as I reached my parents spare truck I was using, dad was pulling up in his truck with a bed full of box’s (which turned out to be beer and alcohol), what looks like speakers, and a few other things. “Wow that was quick.” I said as I walked up to his truck to help unload. “Yea Mark went with me to Henderville, the nearby decent sized town (fake name), to the liquor store, to pick up the bar rental stuff, and we also swung by the DJs house on the way back and grabbed some of the gear he couldn’t fit in his car. Mark helped really speed things up. I dropped him at home on the way back.” Dad replied as he climbed out of the truck and came around to unload. “Mark is a good guy.” I said as we started to grab things from the truck. “He is always willing to bend over to help a guy out.” My dick jumped in my pants thinking of him begging for my toxic cum as I drove my devil dick in his raw neg hole earlier that morning. “Yea he is a good kid.” My dad replied not catching my pun or seeing the beginning of my tent. Maybe wearing grey sweats to run errands wasn’t the best idea. It took us about 30 minutes to unload everything. Dad told me to go do what I had to, he was fine setting everything up. He knew I had to get stuff ready for the bachelor party tonight. “Me and uncle James will be there for the beginning of it, but we will leave before the true entertainment gets going and you boys get too drunk.” He said with a chuckle. “But make sure one of you is DDing or call me or James. No one is to drive drunk, you hear me!” he said in the tone he used that we knew ment business and always made us kids sit up and listen. “Yes sir!” was all I could respond. ”Good boy.” He said as he pulled me in to his signature massive bear hug. His strong arms wrapped around me, his strong chest against mine, my head dipped to the cradle of his neck, his hand on the back of my head, and his big heavy bulge laid against my lower abs. “Now get out of here and go do what you need to.” he said then kissed me on the head and turned to get to work setting up the last of the stuff (besides the catering that would come during the wedding tomorrow) for the reception. I drove to Henderville to pick up everything I needed for the party at the big box store they had there. I also texted and made sure Scarlet, the nights entertainment, was still a go and everything was good there. She assured me it was on and she’d be there at 11. She knew the owner of where we were going to be, “The Barn”, and she had him get everything she needed set up. I told her to let me know if she needed anything and that the guys were excited to see her tonight. I got in my truck and headed toward “The Barn” to meet the manager , get the stuff from the truck in to the party room we were using, and to just make sure all the last minutes things were done. Hank, a burly black guy standing 5’8, the manager greeted me as I walked into the bar. They had just opened so there were only a couple patrons in the bar. He had an employee take over the bar as he showed me back to the party room. It was set up how we agreed when I called to plan it. There was a small bar in the corner that the 2 servers (women in short skirts) would work from, several tables and chairs, a light system above, and karaoke machine with speakers we had planned to use for music (no one planned on signing themselves). We talked to make sure all the plans were set and details ironed out. He had heard from the owner and set up what was needed for Scarlet. He assured me he had everything ready to go. He did caution me to pass the word on to everyone that the guys were to behave with the serving girls or they’d have to deal with him. He had a reputation as a gentle bear but all the locals knew he was not the person to piss off. They had seen the carnage he brings, or seen the aftermath it, when he had to put a drunk in his place and were in no hurry to try and test him. I thanked him and went about bringing in the stuff I bought and setting it up. Then departed for home. The rest of the afternoon I spent at home. Mom, my sister Mary, my brother fiancé Beth and her mom were the only ones home. Dad had gone to uncle James and Mike was out doing his assigned chores with instructions not to return till he got the all clear. I was roped into helping the minute I walked in the door. Beth and her mom left around 5:30pm. Dad and Mike came home a little after. We all climbed in dad’s truck headed to the pizza place for dinner. Mary’s husband Tom, uncle James, cousin Mark, and Mike’s best friends Dennis and Tim all meet us there. We ate our full of pizza as we shot the shit and just hung out together. As we got ready to leave we all split up and rearranged into different cars. Mom and Mary took the car Tom brought. Mike, Dennis, Tim, and me would all ride over together. Dad and Tom would follow uncle Mike and Mark to their house, which was on the way, and they would all ride in dad’s truck to the bar. Mom sternly reminded us that we were all groomsmen or part of the wedding party and we had to be at the church for rehearsal at 9am. Then we had to get into tuxes, then pictures, and the wedding. Not to mention the reception. So we’d better drink accordingly. When we got to the bar Beth’s brother Steven was waiting for us in the parking lot. We all walked into the bar and went to the party room. The music was already playing, the lights doing a little show on the dance floor area, and the serving girls in their low cut shirts and short skirts were waiting to greet us and get us our first round. Dad’s group arrived a few minutes later and joined us at the tables as the girls got their drinks. More of Mike’s friends and a few of our distant male cousins/relatives rolled in over the next hour or so. We did all the stuff you do at a bachelor party till 11 pm when the music changed and out of a separate door off the main floor Scarlet came out and began her first number. She danced and jiggled, paying attention to all the men as she worked the room. Getting generous tips as she went. She kept most her clothes on for the first song. There was a brief break before the next song. During that time dad, uncle Mike, and brother in law Tom, and a few others said good night and left. It was down to the groomsmen, a few of Mike’s friends and a couple distance cousins that were all our age. There were 2 more dances each getting more risqué and ending with less clothes. The last dance she got completely naked and ended it by twerking on Mike’s lap. Everyone applauded and hotter and hollard for Scarlet as she finished. At that point it was around 1 am. Scarlet went back through her door after whispering in Mike’s ear. The house lights came on and the guys started to leave. The only ones left were Mike, Mark, Dennis, Tim and me. After the rest cleared out Mike told me to wait a few minutes and then went through Scarlet’s door. The serving girls were cleaning up and closing down the bar. Hank came into talk with me and make sure everything was satisfactory, which I told everyone loved it. As we waited for Mike we all sat and talked and bullshitted. Me and Mark sat next to each other across from Tim and Dennis, as we talked he unbuttoned my pants and put his hand down my pants. He started stroking my meat. The guys were oblivious to this as they were pretty tipsy. Mark stroked my dick hard and had it leaking toxic precum in no time. Mike came out after about 30 minutes. He was still tipsy and walking funny. Mark had DD’ed and I only had a two drinks. We all climbed into the car with Mark driving and me in shotgun. It took us about 5 minutes to get to the hotel Dennis and Tim were staying in. We parked and all walked up stairs to the guys room. When we walked in I noticed only one bed looked slept in. But dismissed it. Mike immediately fell into the made bed and within seconds was passed out snoring. Mark had came out of the bathroom where he had taken a piss. He came up behind me and whispered in my ear. “I think these boys are hiding a secret. I know they have girlfriends but there is a big dildo in the bathtub, poppers, and lube on the counter.” I nodded in response and then whispered back, “they have only been sleeping in one bed too. They have definitely been fucking.” “Well I think it’s time we play with some straight boys. I am really in the mood to fuck and get fucked.” He said back. I smiled in agreement. They were both tipsy but not too drunk to stop us if they were not interested. I walked over to Dennis. I pulled him into me and kissed him on the lips. He hesitated at first but then deepened the kiss and worked his tongue into my mouth. Mark followed my lead and took hold of Tim and started to make out with him. The four of us made our way to the bed where we all started to do a round robin of making out. Changing partners every few minutes. We were all naked and rock hard within 5 minutes. Mark with his huge 11 inch dick, me with my massive 8.5 in cock, Dennis with is prefect ass and 6.5 in dick, and Tim with his 6 in super fat uncut cock. Mark moved us to oral by positioning both guys sitting against the head board and climbing on all fours between them. He spit on Dennis dick then started jerking him as he began giving Tim a bj. Both immediately started moaning. I got behind Mark and started eating his tight maybe neg hole as I slapped his fine ass. I’d drop down and licked his taint and sucked his balls as I started fingering him. After a few minutes, I got behind Mark on my knees and bent over to kiss his neck and whisper in his ear. “Get ready cousin, my big fat raw poz dick is going to open your hole.” And pushed my fat head covered in poz precum into his maybe neg hole. He moaned and pushed back taking half my dick in one go. ”Fuck your fucking your own cousin man! And raw even! How is he taking that huge dick without lube or poppers?” Dennis asked. “That so fucking hot!” Tim added. I bottomed out in Mark’s maybe neg hole on the second stroke. Filling him with 8.5 inches of fat raw poz dick! Stretching him wide and deep. My charged precum leaking into his second hole. All while he moaned as he sucked dick, switching between Tim and Dennis. Every so many strokes I bent over to kiss his neck and whisper more dirty poz talk, making sure to keep the guys in the dark. He could only moan back but I could tell by his rock hard dick and the puddle of questionable precum under him he was loving it. As Mark was sucking Dennis, Tim moved under Mark and began sucking his massive leaky cock. He was bent over the bed with his toros and head under Mark sucking away while his ass was hanging out. I moved behind Tim, he had a decent ass. Fat with a little bit of the brown hair, that matched the rest of his body, in his crack. I got down on my knees and pulled his cheeks apart and licked his tight hairy hole. He jumped in surprise but continued sucking Mark as I ate his sweet hole. It was clean but had manly smell to it. And the fur around his hole made it even better. I ate it for a while and then went to the bathroom and got the lube and poppers. I came back and got Tim on all fours and began to lube him up and finger his tight raw neg hole. He huffed at the poppers as I opened him. Mark had moved up and sat on Dennis raw rock hard cock. My poz precum being used as lube. They were making out as Mark rode him and Dennis stroked his big dick. I lined up the head of my devil dick with Tim’s tight pink neg hairy hole. I slowly pushed the head in. I didn’t want to scare him and have him pull off so I went slow. Using the lube and my toxic precum to open his hole inch by inch. I was bent over him kissing his neck and using one hand to play with his nipples. He began to moan and move back against me. “Ride that fucking raw dick boy! I love your big monster cock bouncing against me as you ride me!” Dennis proclaimed as Mark fucked himself on his dick. Mark was moaning in response. ”Your hole is so warm and tight! I love it wrapped around my dick Tim” I said as I stood up to start really working his hole. “Fuck your the biggest dick I have ever taken. It feels so good and so full! Keep fucking me Smith!” He replied back as he started meeting my strokes. Both of us picking up speed. We kept this up for a while, all moaning and dirty talking as we fucked. I looked at Mark and caught his eye as I winked at him and proceeded to unload a huge toxic charged load of my babies into Tim’s neg hole. I made sure not to change pace or to let him know in any way I was cumming in him. “Are you cumming in me? Please pull out.” Tim asked as he must of felt me filling him. “I didn’t cum, it’s just the precum and lube Tim, I promise.”I said as I continued working my charged load into his second hole. “I want a piece of his whole now that you have him open.” Mark said as he climbed off Dennis. He came deside me and whispered into my ear, “fuck you gave him a big poz load didn’t you” I grabbed Marks head and gave him a deep kiss and whispered “yes” as I pulled away. I withdrew my dick from Tim’s hole. I moved over to Dennis and started to make out with him as I played with his dick. Mark went down behind Tim and started to eat his hole. Tasting my charged babies as he munched the now loose hole. He lined his massive 11 inch hog with Tim’s hole and began the task of opening him even more to fit his dick. As Mark started to work my toxic cum into Tim’s hole even more I moved down Dennis’ body and sniffed his blonde bush. Then took his dick in my throat in one go, making him cruse at being deep throated. I could taste my toxic precum and Mark’s hole on his dick. I sucked him for awhile before moving to his balls and then his taint. As Mark bottomed out in Tim, I flipped Dennis so he was laying on his belly. His glorious ass looking up at me. I drove in and ate his hole like a starving man. Really tasting his pink hole that was surrounded by light blonde hair. Making him moan with pleasure. But knowing that it wouldn’t be long before he came, I moved to line up my Devil dick with his hole. Tim passed him the poppers and he inhaled as I pushed my raw poz dick into neg hole. He was looser than Tim. He also able to take it balls deep quicker and started ridding back against me sooner. He was defiantly more of the bottom. “Such a good boy taking my big dick like a champ” I said to him. “Tim is right you do feel awesome. Please fuck me harder and faster Smith!” He moaned back. Mark was starting to go at Tim good now. They were also dirty talking to each other as Mark railed his hole. I continued to fuck Dennis. Going harder and faster as he wished. Making him moan and beg like a bitch in heat. Drilling big fat raw poz dick deeper and deeper. My toxic precum coating his neg second hole. I bent over to kiss him as I continued to pump. He raised his head up to me so we could make out. “I want you to cum in me Smith! Please flood me with you cum!” He said to me. Tim was too busy getting fucked to hear the request. “Oh Denny baby I am going to impregnate you with my cum” I said back. He started to shoot his load without touching himself as I said that. I pulled back to get the right angle and drilled his hole hard, it squeezing my dick as he came. I grunted and came hard and deep in his neg convulsing hole. Filling him up with as much toxic cum as I did Tim. Him quietly begging for it as I shot in him. He had no clue what he was begging for. I kissed him as I pulled out from his hole. As we made out Tim cried out and shoot a huge load all over the bed and us. Mark pulled out from his hole and came over behind Dennis who was now laying in his side and slipped his massive cock into his hole, again using my toxic seed as lube. Dennis moved back against Marks massive shlong. Mark fucking him hard and deep within seconds. I pulled Tim into my arms as we cuddled next to them as they fucked. We made out and fondling each other as we watched Mark drill Dennis. The dirty talks continued between all of us. Mark calling Dennis a good boy, Dennis begging for his cum, Tim telling Dennis to take that monster dick like a good boy. Me just watching and enjoying as I fingered Tim’s cummmy hole. As Mark shoot his big questionable load into Dennis, mixing it with my charged cum, he grunted and moaned. Dennis had been stroking his dick and came again a second time. That was most likely last neg load. We laid there and made out for a while. But it getting past 3:30 am now and we needed to get home. As we all disentangled and me and Mark got dressed we all looked over at Mike passed out in the next bed. He was snoring and dead to the world, not w clue about the raw sex that just happened feet away from him. ”I guess it’s good that he black outs like that.” Laughed Dennis. “Or he would have know in college we used to fuck when he was in the room.” We all laughed and finished getting dressed. Tim told us to leave Mike there, since he was so out of it. They told us to take their car home and just be back here with Mikes stuff by 8:30 so we could all get to the church for rehearsal by 9. We kissed good bye and me and Mark left the room as Dennis and Tim went to shower. As I drove us home, Mark pulled my dick from my pants and sucked me hard. He blew me all the way home. We made it up to my bathroom where I fucked him against the wall in the shower as it rained down on us. Us retelling how we used the neg boy holes and him begging for more of my toxic babies. I blew a decent load in him as he covered the wall with his load. We showered off, brushed out teeth, and fell naked into my bed. It was now almost 4:30 am. I set the alarm for 7:30 am. I backed up to Mark’s chest as he wrapped me in his strong arms. As I quickly moved to the land of sleep I thought I was right, it had been a fucking great bachelor party! ————— Ok another chapter down. I hope you all enjoyed the corrupting of the “straight” boys. The wedding day is tomorrow where more dirty things will ensue and don’t forget the hot flight attendant still needs his load before we depart this story. Thank you all for your positive feedback!

How do you like my sissy slut's hole? I love breeding her so much

I made my way to the door and knocked, a rush of adrenaline coursing through me. Almost immediately, the door opened and there was Tim, standing confidently in nothing but his briefs again. "Hey boy, glad you made it. I'm excited for another go at that ass!" He turned me around and hugged me tightly from behind, I could feel his dick pressed against me through the fabric and it did nothing to hide his arousal. I licked my lips, shuffled awkwardly into the house, and started to make myself comfortable. Tim offered me a drink and I gladly accepted, hoping it would loosen me up a bit to enjoy the experience more. Tim came back with a glass and while I drank it down, he didn't waste any time, starting to grope me and pull at my clothing. My body responded instantly and I set down the empty glass and helped him pull the rest off of me until I was naked. Tim looked me up and down and growled, "Mmmm, good boy. Get over here." He pulled me in and started kissing me aggressively, exploring my mouth with his tongue and grabbing my ass. It was exciting and I kissed him back, trying to give as good as I was getting. The passion was building between us and Tim got progressively more handsy as the minutes went by. Eventually, he pulled away and looked me over again. Without a word, he grabbed my hand and started slowly walking me down the dark hallway to a different room than last time. "I thought we'd change things up this time, hope for better results," he said as he opened the door and led me inside. The room wasn't very big, but what it lacked in size it made up in ambience. A soft red glow lit up the space and I smelled that same scent I had gotten from the wet spot in my underwear after he came inside me. It overwhelmed my senses and I felt a rush of horniness from my toes up through the top of my head as the memory of our first encounter played through my mind. I sagged a little and let out an involuntary moan. The rest of the room was sparse, but I noticed some drawers in a corner with various small bottles on top, some of which I recognized as lube. In the middle of the room was a sling. I had seen enough porn to know what it was but I had never been in one before. My heart jumped with excitement as I imagined myself in place of some of the bottoms I'd seen online. "This is my special room, hasn't let me down yet. I think you're really going to enjoy yourself here." Tim led me over the sling and helped me into it, lifting my legs into the stirrups so that my hole was exposed. He took a second to bend down and blow lightly on my hole, which clenched automatically at the sensation. With a quick chuckle, Tim turned and started rifling through the drawers while I got settled. I laid back and took stock of my surroundings, noticing a mirror on the ceiling above me. Tim had turned back around and I could see him taking off his briefs in the mirror, his monster of a cock springing out once the fabric was out of the way and just barely brushing against my ass. A shiver went through me and I tried to adjust my position to get closer to him. "Hehe, hungry tonight eh?" Tim chuckled. "Let's make sure you get what you came for." He reached behind him in one of the drawers, his arm out of sight. "Sometimes I can get a little rough and accidentally push guys back in the sling, these will help you stay put." In a flash, he quickly wrapped my ankles with some restraints and attached them to the sling. Startled, I started to try and sit up, but he gave the sling a strong push that caused me to lose my balance and fall backwards. He gestured in my direction and said, "See? Now I can really open you up without you falling out the back." "I don't know about this," I mumbled, feeling some anxiety building despite his efforts to calm me down. Things were moving very quickly and now I wasn't sure I was ready for this kind of play. "It's not a big deal, it's just so you don't slide while we're fucking. I won't restrain your hands for now," he grinned. He stood directly in front of me, hands on his hips and his hard cock jutting straight out in front, pressed against my hole. My movements in the sling trying to sit up again made the tip drag slightly across my opening and I could feel a wetness that must have been precum. I was torn between fear and lust, still trying to hold myself up but not quite sure what to do. Tim just looked down at me, watching with a hungry expression while I tried to sort my thoughts. My abs and arms were starting to get tired from holding my torso up. "Well? What's it gonna be, boy?" Tim finally prompted. "You really want to stop now?" I leaned back, covering my face with my arm. "I don't know, it just feels like a lot." "You asked for this, boy. You reached out to me, remember?" he scolded me, but he still didn't move. I felt bad. He was right, I had initiated all of this and now I was giving him blue-balls just because I got nervous? I moved my arm and looked up at him. There was a disappointment in his face that made me feel even more guilty than before. How would I have reacted if I was in his position? I would have been upset too, it wasn't really fair of me. "Ok, sorry. It's ok, It's just a lot of firsts all at once. I'm overreacting," I apologized. Tim's disappointment immediately melted away and was replaced by a big grin. "Good boy! I knew you'd come around, but be ready - once I start, I'm not stopping until you take my load. Especially now... last chance to back out." He rocked his hips and his dick poked at my hole, the precum letting the tip start to open me up, just a little... "Yeah, ok... let's do it," I agreed and reached up to grab the chains and brace myself. Tim leaned over me and kissed me hard again. "That's good, boy. Here, take a long inhale of this, it'll help with the first push." He reached behind him and grabbed one of the bottles, opening it and holding it under my nose. "What is it?" I asked, it smelled like the nail polish remover my sister used. "This is poppers. It'll help your hole relax and open you up faster. It feels good," Another new thing... but I had already agreed so I put my doubts aside and took a deep breath when he held the bottle under my nose. A couple seconds later I felt a warm rush and tingles through my entire body. I closed my eyes and threw my head back, enjoying the feeling. Tim saw me react and said, "Perfect, now deep breath, boy - here it comes." He grabbed the sling and started to push. The poppers did their job and my hole relaxed despite the intrusion and soon, and I had a perfect view of his dick in the mirror overhead as my hole opened up for him and he slipped further and further inside me. "Oh..my..god," I breathed heavily and my body started shaking from all the sensations. I had forgotten how big he was and it felt like he was splitting me open, but my body was somehow managing to take him in. I was having trouble sorting through what was pain and what was pleasure, focused on the feeling of my pulse in my hole, gripping his cock with each beat. "Fuck yeah, that feels amazing," Tim kept pushing slowly and steadily into me. I couldn't believe he was still going, it already felt like he was so deep. "Almost there, another big push coming," he reminded me. I jolted a little at the memory, remembering the crazy sensation of his last inch just as he met the resistance in my hole. I felt the intense pressure and pushed slightly against it, and with one final shift of the hips, Tim's cock forced its way through and deep inside me. "Oh yeah, that's the spot. I fuckin love this hole, you're gonna be my good boy forever, right?" Tim started rocking, each thrust pushing that deep spot over and over. I was still reeling from the aftereffects of the poppers, and I writhed in the sling, trying to savor every sensation. Tim didn't let up at all, and soon I was overcome by the power of his fucking. He pushed deep into me with each thrust, pulling out just enough each time that I felt every inch of him over and over and over. Soon, his breathing turned ragged and his thrusts more urgent. I could tell he was getting close. "Here comes number one!" He almost shouted as he pressed against me, leaning hard against the sling until he was almost hanging off me by his dick, and with one final push I could feel the hot pulsing of his cock as his cum flowed into me. A deep satisfaction started to fill my brain and I knew, this is what I had been looking for... and now I wanted, no...needed, more. My cock leaked a steady stream of precum as he started to pump in and out again, riding out the end of his intense orgasm. Tim collapsed on my chest and kissed me deeply, his dick still hard inside me. "That was so good, I couldn't hold off any longer. Give me a sec and we'll go for round two." We stayed like that for a few minutes, and his cock never softened. I could feel his desire radiating through my hold, making my whole body tingle as it reciprocated what I felt from him. Slowly, he stood back up and started slowly pumping again. The feeling was different now, easier with the additional lubrication of his first load inside me. "Fuck... yes, feels so good!" I moaned. Tim settled into a nice rhythm and before long, I was fully enjoying the ride again. The sling made it so that he went deep with every stroke. I watched his face while he fucked me, and could tell he was trying to make it last. As time passed, Tim started to get more aggressive and more verbal. "This fuckin hole, I could breed you for days." "You feel so good, I love being balls deep in you." "Yeah, getting nice and loose, I love a sloppy hole that doesn't fight me." "Gonna knock you up good, boy." I could understand what he had said about the ankle restraints, some of the thrusts were definitely pushing me hard. I struggled to accommodate his massive cock inside me - it was definitely stretching me out and pushing me to my limit. But Tim's running commentary helped keep me horny and distracted. We kept it up like that for a while before Tim said, "Yeah... You're gonna take my poz load deep in your hole, boy" He was starting to speed up, "I'm almost there, definitely gonna give you my HIV this time!" Every muscle in my body tensed. The pleasure I had been feeling stopped instantly and my stomach dropped as his words registered. "Wha..what do you mean? Stop, stop please." Wide-eyed, I started to try and sit up again, pushing against his stomach, but I couldn't get any leverage in the sling. Plus, it was hard to balance with him still thrusting into me. I tried to pull away but my legs were strapped in, and every time I tried to sit up or reach him, Tim simply pushed me back down and gave my ass a firm thrust in punishment. My hole clenched in fear. "Oh fuck, you're squeezing my dick so hard. Milking that load out, huh boy? Here it comes!" He laughed, and with a final thrust he pushed as deep as he could into me again. I shouted out and tried to move, but I felt a hot sensation deep in my ass and knew it was too late. His cock gave several strong twitches and my hole reacted instinctively, clenching and relaxing which only seemed to draw everything further inside me. Not only that, but my brain started to get fuzzy and everything seemed to slow down. I couldn't explain it, but it was like my body was working against me. I started to tear up and covered my face with my arm so he wouldn't see. "Good boy, just let it happen. Nice... that's right, get every drop," Tim continued talking to me as if he hadn't just forced me to take his load. He reached behind him and I heard him rummaging through the drawer behind him without removing his cock from my ass. I moved my arm to see what he was doing just in time for him to grab it, slap on a cuff, and secure it to the chain nearby. It was clearly a practiced move, something he had done over and over. I started swinging my free hand wildly, trying desperately to maintain some sort of freedom, but it was a losing battle. Once all my limbs were restrained, Tim finally pulled out of me, leaving me with an empty feeling that didn't give me the relief I thought it should... "There we go, now we can really relax and make sure it takes this time," Tim turned and started looking in the drawer again, eventually turning back with a large butt plug in hand. He spit on it and pushed it into me, and I grunted as it locked into place. "Can't have you wasting my cum now can we?" He laughed again. "Why are you doing this? I don't understand... please let me go." I was shaken, but somehow my own cock was rock hard. I needed to get out of there and figure out what to do next. "Oh come on, you knew exactly what was going on. I told you last time I was breeding you with a toxic load. If that's not what you wanted, why did you contact me? You seemed pretty into it for the first load." I searched my memory and he was right, those were the words he had used the first time. I had taken two HIV positive loads from him already! But as far as I knew, nothing had happened that first time. I must have been lucky... I didn't know how to respond so I stayed quiet. I could feel my pulse on the plug in my ass, and my cock still hadn't gone down. What was wrong with me? "But this time, we'll make sure it takes," Tim said casually. "Always fun finding naive neg boys like you. Thought I got you last time, but my viral load is higher now. The process is already started, and with those big loads, you've got a good dose of my DNA in you already. Your cock knows what's up, you're gonna love it. Once you're poz, you'll be free to take as many loads as you want. We'll make you a proper cumdump soon enough." I was horrified. Was it really too late? I didn't know much about how HIV worked except that this is exactly why I was supposed to use condoms... "Yeah, can't wait to own this hole forever," Tim jiggled the plug in my hole, which caused a glob of precum to leak out of me. He wiped the precum from my cock and licked his finger. "Mmm, love tasting a boy's last neg cum. We'll make sure and get all of it out soon so you can start making the real stuff." He gave me an evil grin and turned around to the drawers again. "You know, no matter who fucks you after today, you'll always have me inside you, boy." When he turned back, he was holding some black straps which he wrapped around my ass. I could feel pressure on the plug and realized the straps were holding it very firmly in place. "This will make sure the plug stays in. I'm gonna take a break and have a drink. You can sit here for a bit and let that settle." I hadn't even thought to push it out... that probably would have been a good idea. Tim walked out of the room and I was left with my thoughts. Alone, I struggled to free one of my arms, but I was stuck. There was really nothing I could do but wait. My heart was racing and I tried to calm myself down. "He can't keep me here forever, I'll get medical help as soon as I get out of here," I thought. But a small part of me started to argue, "he must have been HIV positive for a while and he seems healthy enough. Is it really that bad?" My cock throbbed. It was a dangerous thought. For some amount of time, I fought with myself. I was scared of what the future would be like, and what people would say, but my dick had stubbornly refused to go down ever since he came inside me. And I did still love the feeling of bare sex... maybe it was better like this? No. This was wrong, and besides, it wasn't fair for him to make the decision for me. But did he really? I knew it had been risky to bareback with a stranger. I could have deleted Jake's message and stuck to what I knew. But that would have meant that most of my sex would be with condoms, which sounded awful. What he did to me was unforgiveable and evil. But, Tim did give me a couple chances to back out, and I stuck around... It was probably my own fault for not learning more about the dangers before I really dove into this life. Eventually I came to the conclusion that there was no use in assigning blame right then. Tim was probably right, and it was done already if his viral load was really so high. At this point I may as well try to cooperate and at least enjoy some of it. I took a deep breath and tried to focus on what felt good instead. I discovered that if I tried to push out the plug, relaxing my ass afterwards would let the straps push it back into me with a satisfying thump which felt great. I closed my eyes and kept that up for a bit, starting to get into it when Tim walked back in the room. "Oh, that looks fun. Let me help." He removed the straps and pulled the plug, just enough to give my hole a good stretch, before pushing it back in - only he pushed at an angle I couldn't achieve on my own. It must have been a direct hit on my prostate because my cock gave a huge twitch and a massive glob of precum escaped. He eagerly bent down and licked my shaft, then took the entire thing into his mouth. It felt amazing. I'm not usually into receiving oral, but the sensation of his tongue along with the plug was working for me and I started to feel my own orgasm building. I tried pushing my hips upwards to finish when Tim pulled away, stopping me just short of cumming. "Oh no you don't!" He scolded me. "It looks like you're ready for another round." I was panting with lust and thrusting my hips, but it didn't get me anywhere. "You want more of my dirty poz cum, boy? That's the only way I'm gonna let you cum." Tim teased me. I closed my eyes, partly from not wanting to look at him, and partly to try and hide just how turned on I was. Tim came around and knelt down so that his head was level with mine. He leaned over and whispered in my ear, "It's ok to want it. Giving in is easier and way more fun. Just think about how good it will feel to take loads like mine all the time without worrying. You want that don't you?" He started lightly caressing my chest, pinching one of my nipples as his hand made its way down my body. "Tell me what you want." I was lost in the sensations - the plug in my ass, his hands on my body, his breath in my ear...and I could have sworn I could still feel heat from his load deep in my gut. I shuddered as his hand touched my cock and my resistance started to break. "I want you to fuck me again." "That's not it, boy. What do you want?" He persisted. "I want another load in my ass," I was still holding on. "Come on, just say it. You know you want to." He touched the tip of my cock and dragged his finger lightly all the way down the shaft, slick with my leaking precum. I turned my head to face him and looked deep in his eyes. The look on his face was pure desire, it was intoxicating and drew me in. This man was all power and sex, and I realized I really did want more. I wanted more of him, and everything he was. I leaned into him with a kiss and whispered, "please... please poz me." Tim smiled. "I knew you wanted it deep down the first time we met. This is the life you want, I'm gonna own that ass tonight." He walked back to my ass, and without any more preamble, he shoved his full length inside me. I cried out, but this time it was in desire instead of fear or pain, and when he finally came inside me again, my own cock exploded, ridding itself of the last of my neg cum and my old life. He gave me 3 more loads that night before he undid the restraints. By that point, I was completely broken. I was his. I fell asleep with the plug in my ass and Tim holding me in his arms. He said I should stay for the long weekend to make sure we passed any chance of medical intervention. I didn't resist, I begged him to fill me again and again. Even after the weekend, I spent most evenings with him taking as many of his loads as I could. And a couple weeks later, I woke up to the worst flu I had ever experienced - Tim by my side, grinning before pushing into me again.

The steam swirled around Dan and Craig, clinging to their skin like a second layer. Water dripped from Craig’s tattooed arm, the ink a roadmap of his life’s stories, each one a testament to his unapologetic existence. Dan’s gaze lingered on the intricate designs, his mind racing with questions he wasn’t sure he wanted answered. Craig’s smirk was knowing, almost predatory, as he leaned in, his voice low and laced with challenge. “Ready for more, or are you gonna keep staring at my arm like it’s got the answers?” Dan’s cheeks flushed, but he held Craig’s gaze, feeling a surge of defiance. “What’s next?” he asked, his voice steady despite the tremor in his chest. Craig’s eyes glinted with approval, and he clapped a hand on Dan’s shoulder, the gesture both reassuring and possessive. “That’s the spirit. Let’s get out of here. I’ve got a place in mind where the action’s hotter than this sauna.” They dried off quickly, the air outside the showers cool against their damp skin. Craig led the way through the maze of corridors, his stride confident, as if he owned the place. Dan followed, his heart pounding with anticipation. The baths had already given him a taste of anonymity and raw desire, but Craig’s presence made it feel like he was stepping into uncharted territory. “Where are we going?” Dan asked, his voice barely audible over the hum of conversation around them. Craig shot him a sidelong glance, his lips curling into a smirk. “Somewhere private. A place where you can let loose without worrying about prying eyes.” The destination turned out to be a small, dimly lit room tucked away in a corner of the baths. The air was thick with the scent of sweat and sex, and the walls were adorned with mirrors that reflected fragmented images of the bodies moving in sync. Craig pushed open the door, and Dan hesitated, his pulse quickening. “This is it,” Craig said, his tone leaving no room for argument. “Time to see what you’re made of.” Inside, the room was sparse, with a single mattress on the floor and a few scattered pillows. The walls were bare except for a few faded posters of men in various states of undress. Craig closed the door behind them, the click echoing in the confined space. “Take off your towel,” he commanded, his voice firm but not unkind. Dan obeyed, his fingers trembling as he dropped the skimpy cloth. Craig watched him with an intensity that made Dan’s skin prickle. When Dan was naked, Craig stepped closer, his gaze roaming over Dan’s body like a conqueror surveying his prize. “You’re a quick study,” Craig murmured, his breath warm against Dan’s ear. “But we’re just getting started.” Craig’s hands were rough as they gripped Dan’s hips, pulling him closer. Dan could feel the heat radiating from Craig’s body, his presence overwhelming. Craig’s lips brushed against Dan’s neck, sending shivers down his spine. “On your knees,” Craig whispered, his voice a command Dan couldn’t refuse. Dan dropped to his knees, his heart pounding in his chest. Craig’s cock was already hard, thick and uncut, the head glistening with pre-cum. Dan hesitated for a moment, his mind flashing back to Jimmy’s words about collecting cum, about keeping his ass roughed up. It was on that advice Dan had made plans with Craig to hit the baths together. His hesitation was fleeting. He opened his mouth, wrapping his lips around Craig’s cock, savoring the taste of him. Craig groaned, his hands tangling in Dan’s hair, guiding him with a firm but gentle grip. “That’s it,” Craig murmured, his voice thick with desire. “Take it all. Not often I top Dan, but when I do I've got high standards. Show me what you’ve learned.” Dan obeyed, his mouth working in rhythm, his tongue swirling around the head of Craig’s cock. Craig’s hands tightened in his hair, his thrusts becoming more urgent. Dan closed his eyes, losing himself in the sensation, the taste of Craig’s skin, the sound of his ragged breaths. “Enough,” Craig growled, pulling away abruptly. Dan looked up, his lips swollen and slick, his gaze questioning. Craig smirked, his eyes dark with desire. “Time for the main event. On the bed, on your hands and knees.” Dan scrambled to obey, his body trembling with anticipation. Craig positioned himself behind him, his hands gripping Dan’s hips tightly. “Relax,” Craig murmured, his breath hot against Dan’s ear. “This is gonna hurt, but you’ll like it.” Dan took a deep breath, steeling himself as Craig’s cock pressed against his entrance. There was no lube, no preparation, just the raw, unfiltered sensation of Craig pushing inside him. Dan gasped, his nails digging into the mattress as Craig thrust forward, filling him completely. “Fuck,” Craig groaned, his voice raw with pleasure. “You’re so wet. How many loads did you take in the darkroom?” "Five, I think," Dan whimpered, his body adjusting to the stretch, the burn slowly giving way to a different kind of ache. Craig began to move, his thrusts slow and deliberate at first, then faster, harder. The mattress creaked beneath them, the rhythm of their bodies filling the small room. “Say it,” Craig demanded, his voice harsh. “Say you want it.” Dan’s breath came in ragged gasps, his mind clouded with pleasure. “I want it,” he managed, his voice barely audible. “I want—” “Louder,” Craig growled, slamming into him with renewed force. “I want it!” Dan cried, his voice echoing off the walls. “I want your cum! Fill me up!” Craig’s thrusts became frantic, his body tensing as he neared the edge. “That’s what I thought,” he muttered, his voice strained. “You’re a fucking slut, aren’t you? Just like Jimmy said.” Dan didn’t respond, his mind blank as pleasure consumed him. Craig’s cock twitched inside him, and Dan felt the hot rush of more cum flooding his hole, filling him to the brim. Craig groaned, his body collapsing onto Dan’s back, his breath coming in short, sharp bursts. For a moment, they lay there, Craig’s weight heavy on Dan’s body, the silence broken only by their labored breathing. Then Craig pulled out, the sound wet and obscene, and Dan felt the cum spill out of him, pooling on the mattress. Craig rolled off, a satisfied smirk on his face as he lay back on the bed. Dan turned to look at him, his body still trembling, his mind reeling from the intensity of what had just happened. Craig’s gaze was soft, almost tender, as he reached out to stroke Dan’s cheek. “You did good,” he said, his voice low. “Jimmy was right about you.” Dan’s heart skipped a beat at the mention of Jimmy’s name. He felt a surge of pride, mixed with a lingering sense of unease. “What’s next?” he asked, his voice hoarse. Craig’s smirk returned, his eyes glinting with mischief. “Next? We’re just getting started. But first, let’s clean you up. You’re a mess.” Dan glanced down at his cum-stained body, a flush creeping up his neck. Craig chuckled, pushing himself up from the bed. “Come on. The showers are calling.” As they left the room, Dan felt a strange sense of calm wash over him, despite the chaos of his thoughts. Craig’s words echoed in his mind: You’re a fucking slut, aren’t you? Dan couldn’t deny it. He was. And as they stepped back into the steamy haze of the showers, he knew this was just the beginning. Here he was hanging out with a poz Adonis, a fellow slut. It made him feel powerful. Dan locked eyes with a tatted daddy across the shower room. As the daddy stroked his cock, Dan stuck a couple of fingers in his well fucked ass and put them in his mouth. "Go, enjoy," Craig said, as the daddy walked past them out of the showers. Dan did just that.

Hey guys. I’ve been thinking about trying a different direction for a story. It includes a new theme. I hope you like it. Coach Sanders I think deep down I always knew I was gay. It was just there, in the back of my head, waiting for me to quit pretending. Hard to believe now, but back in high school I was a chubby geek. I used to hide behind baggy clothes and spend more time online than outside. My body made that clear. The thought of showering in front of the guys in gym made my stomach twist. Don’t get me wrong, it wasn’t about being small down there. That wasn’t it. It’s that I knew they’d laugh at my naked body. So, I’d pretend I had somewhere to be or wait by my locker until I could clear out unnoticed. And because I was basically a nobody, I got away with it. Thing is, I used to stare at the jocks, hoping they wouldn’t notice. All the time I’d just tell myself I was looking at them because I wanted a body like theirs. I even kept saying that when I started watching gay porn. But I was only jacking off to solo stuff and imagine my body like that. So, it was ok. But by senior year, I decided to do something about it. So, I hit up Coach Sanders about using the weights. He’s in his fifties, fit, serious. The kind of old school coach who still wears a whistle. I stood there, nervous. Even though I was intimidated, he never gave me shit and kinda watched out for me if the other guys messed with me. That’s what gave me the nerve to tell him I wanted to start on the weights and get in shape. He just sat there, looking me over for second before straightening up. “I’ve been watching you, kid. You’ve got potential,” he told me, standing up and putting a hand on my shoulder. “I can see it. Though, the baggy clothes aren’t helping any. It’s obvious you’re trying to hide your body.” I just stood there, his hand on my shoulder. Eyes locked on mine like he was waiting for something. I took a deep breath and told him the problem was that I wasn’t sure about being in the weight room with the other guys. There was no judgment in his eyes, just a quiet nod like he understood. He gave my shoulder a quick squeeze, then turned and said I could come in once everyone had left. Since he taught a couple of history classes, he'd be in his office late. So I started showing up when it was empty. No noise, no eyes on me. Coach barely said anything at first. Just nods when I walked in. But after a couple of days, he noticed I didn’t have a clue. He’d correct my form, show me how to grip the bar, tell me which muscles I should be working on. I listened during all of it. After about a month, he stood beside me watching as I was benching. “Gotta be honest, kid. I didn’t think you’d stick with it,” he said, looking me over, not holding back. But I didn’t flinch. “I’m starting to see a difference.” I looked at myself and didn’t see much. Maybe a little definition, maybe nothing. But he saw it. After that, he started me on a plan and laid out what I should be doing, how often, how heavy. He didn’t ask if I wanted it. He just handed it to me, and I followed. I couldn’t say no. I didn’t want to disappoint him. Sometimes I’d notice him checking me out, studying me. Not in a way anyone else would notice, but I felt it in my gut. And I started thinking about him without meaning to. The way he moved through the gym like he owned the place. Thick arms, veins visible even when he wasn't flexing. His pecs filling out his polo like it’s one size too small. Sometimes I could barely focus when he was in the room. One night, I dropped a dumbbell mid-set. It hit the floor hard. He was next to me before I could reach for it. “You alright?” he asked, eyes steady, handing it to me. “Yeah. Just slipped,” I told him, my eyes down. Embarrassed I’d fucked up. He didn’t say anything. Just stepped behind me, hands light on my elbows. “Keep your shoulders down. You’re pulling too high,” he reminded me. I adjusted, tried to focus. His voice was calm, steady. “Better. Now breathe,” he said in my ear. His body right up against me. I followed his lead, but my form was off. Not from the weight. From him. From the way he moved against me. Like he knew how my body moved and was moving with it. He pressed into me, adjusting me, until I got it right. “Good boy,” he grunted, stepping in front of me. He stood there for a second about to say something but stopped. “It’s getting late. I’ve gotta finish up some papers. See ya tomorrow, kid.” I trained harder after that. Sweated more. Pushed past the burn. I told myself it was about progress, about discipline like Coach told me. But I kept noticing when he was near. I kept noticing when he wasn’t. I could feel myself changing. Coach didn’t say much, but he changed how he talked to me. Less about the weights and more about what it was doing to me. I started losing even more weight and building more muscle. The results were wild. After my workouts I’d head home, still avoiding the showers. Drenched in sweat, I’d run to my room, stripping down to check myself out in the mirror. The months of work were showing, and my late growth spurt was the cherry on top. My pecs were solid from benching. My abs showed real definition. My biceps were tight and defined when I flexed. And my legs, they were strong from all the squats. I felt more confident. Honestly, I was looking better than ever even though I still wore baggy clothes and still hiding my body. Old habits, I guess. The workouts with Coach also started messing with my head. I wasn’t just physically changing. I was starting to figure out it was more than just having a body like the jocks. I’d started looking at different porn. First it was just two guys jacking off together. But after a while, it wasn’t enough. I needed more. There was no going back. I was jacking off to guys making out, sucking, and fucking each other. I’d surf sites looking for all types, not just jocks. Being a tech geek, I’d downloaded a shitload of porn. One night at the end of the school year, I was halfway through my last set. Sweat clung to my skin. My muscles were pumped. I noticed Coach still hadn’t stopped by. He’d usually stopped by but was holed up in his office, something about grading papers. The room felt quieter without him. I finished my reps and hit the showers. Yeah, I was showering there now, but only after workouts. I dried off and walked over to his office. “Gonna get dressed and head out, Coach,” I told him, leaning in the doorway in my towel. Nodding, he looked up, eyes on me, and stood. "Wait,” he said, pulling out a stack of clothes and tossed me a t-shirt. “I’ve been keeping an eye on your progress. Figured it’s time your clothes caught up.” “Thanks, Coach,” I smiled, feeling the soft, thin cotton. I put it on, walked over to mirror, and looked at myself. “Fuck,” I moaned, seeing it stretched across my pecs, and how it gripped my shoulders and biceps. And the best part, I could see it framing my waist. It didn’t hide much. I could feel myself getting hard as I turned to Coach. He stood there, holding a pair of jeans. “Uh,” I stammered, grabbing them. The towel clung to my waist, barely. “I’ll go put them on. Just got out of the shower and don’t got underwear.” “You’re fine, boy,” Coach smiled and sat down, arms behind his head. “They’ll look better without. Besides, it’s just us guys. Go on. I think I got the right size.” Nodding, I turned around, trying to hide my cock. I tossed the towel, bent down, and stepped into them. I could feel how tight they were as I got my junk in and zipped up. “I think I need a bigger size, Coach,” I told him, seeing my bulge in the mirror. “Naw, they’re fine. You’ve got nothing to hide. Your ass looks good in those,” he smiled, ignoring my growing package. He was right. Coach just sat there, not saying another word, just watching me. I thought about the hours I spent to get here. The late nights, just him and me. The way he pushed me. The way his hands stayed a second too long after a good set. The way he looked at me now. I looked over at him, sitting like he always did, arms crossed. His face didn’t give anything away, but something in his eyes kept me looking for a second longer than I should have. I was sure he knew what I was thinking. I took a deep breath and grabbed for my towel. “Thanks, Coach. See you tomorrow,” I nodded, avoiding his eyes, and headed to my locker for the rest of my stuff. I didn’t look back, but I could still feel him watching. I kept thinking about it the whole way home. It was late when I finally got in and just went straight to my room. I sat on the edge of my bed, still stuck on it. Fuck, I was still hard, and my jeans were feeling even tighter. I peeled them off slowly, remembering Coach’s eyes on me, and tossed them on chair. That’s when I noticed the slip of paper sticking out of the pocket. I reached in and pulled it out. Reading it, I smiled. It was a 6-month membership to the gym downtown with a note from Coach. “Proud of you, Ben. You’ve come a long way from that boy coming to me asking for help. Thought you should keep going. Graduation’s next week, so tonight was it. Last session. Good luck.” I stared at it and read it again. He hadn’t said a word to me. Didn’t mention it when he handed me the clothes. The bastard had fucking planned it that way. I lay back, staring at the ceiling. The note still in my hand. After that, I was just kinda going through the motions. Trying to get through the next week. I saw Coach a few times, in the hallway, at the ceremony. But he never looked at me, not once. He didn’t even bother with a ‘bye.’ It was like all that time with him didn’t happen. The only proof I had was when I looked at the mirror. I started at the gym the week after graduation. It wasn’t like the high school weight room where it was just Coach and me. I was still pissed, but more sad than anything. So, I threw myself into the workouts. I lifted harder, ran faster, and pushed until my muscles screamed. Months of grinding at the gym were paying off. But it didn’t feel like it was enough. Not without him seeing it. That summer I came out of my shell. I was meeting new people but always made time for the few old friends I did have. My parents were out of town for the week, and I’d been at a party earlier. Nothing wild, just enough beer cut the edge off after a long week. I got home, kicked off my shoes, stripped, and flopped on my bed. I’d heard a couple of guys at the party talking about an app they had luck with and decided to check it out. I wasn’t even sure why. Sure, I thought about having sex with a guy. How could I not? I had all that porn. But I wasn’t really out. Not to anyone. Not even to myself, not fully. Still, I set up a profile and uploaded a selfie showing off my pecs and abs. I made sure you couldn’t see my face or recognize my room. I started swiping and scrolling. Then I saw him. It was Coach. My thumb froze over the screen. I stared at his profile, my heart pounding. It was definitely him. Even without a face pic, I’d spent enough time with him to know. I tossed my phone on my bed and started pacing. “Fuck it,” I mumbled, grabbing my phone. I scrolled through his pics, finally getting a look at all of him. There it was. His uncut cock. Veins wrapped around his shaft. It was thick, just like I’d imagined it. Yeah, I had noticed his bulge when he spotted me. Before I could chicken out, I sent him a message. “Hey, Coach. It’s me. Ben. I’ve been wondering about you for a while. Seeing you here, kinda answers it.” He replied right away. “Yeah, I was wondering, too. You think I didn’t see the way you looked at me? I had to pretend I didn’t see it at the end. You made that damn gym feel dangerous.” “Dangerous how?” I asked, already guessing the answer. “Like I wanted to lock the door and ask what the hell you were really thinking. But I couldn’t. Not with you still a student.” “I’m not a student anymore,” I wrote, not saying anything else. I could see he was still online but didn’t respond. I started thinking it was stupid to have said it. Then, I saw his message. “True. And if you came over now, I wouldn’t have to worry about it.” Since I still had his number, I just replied, “Text me your address.” That’s when I noticed my hardon. I threw on the t-shirt and squeezed into the jeans he gave me, checked the mirror, and headed over. The quiet streets and warm air made the buzz go down. I wasn’t sure what I wanted from going there. But knew I wanted to see him. When I got there, he opened the door like he’d been waiting. No shirt, just a pair of shorts. He looked good. Like I said, he was in his 50s, around 6'1", solid with broad shoulders, thick arms. I’d seen him almost every day and now his pics, so I knew he was furry. I was surprised how into it I was. He smiled, seeing me in the clothes he gave me. Stepping aside, he let me in and followed him into the living room. “Figured, you might want one,” he said, handing me a drink. He dropped into the chair across from me, stretched his legs out, looked me in the eyes, and drank. “Rum and Coke.” “Thanks,” I said, taking a sip, like I knew what I was doing. The rum was stronger than I expected. Sweet at first, then sharp. He watched me with that calm look, same as always. I leaned back, trying to seem relaxed, but my leg kept bouncing as I looked around. The place was clean, lived in, soft lighting, music low in the background. We talked about nothing really, just catching up. His voice was calm, steady. I took a gulp, trying to settle into it. That helped. I started to relax. That’s when I finally came out and asked why he had dropped my workouts. Not even a heads-up. He shrugged. I nodded and took another gulp. No judgment. I guess I finally understood “Fuck, Ben,” he smiled, “You’ve bulked up since graduation. You should put some more pics up on your profile.” “Yeah?” I smiled, flexing a bit to show off. “You think so? I just put it up tonight.” “Definitely, but you’ll need someone to help you with it,” he grinned, “If you want them done right.” I sat there thinking about it and nodded. He got up with a smile. That's when I noticed his bulge. It was pretty obvious he was getting hard. Still nervous, I sat there, not saying a word. He walked up to me. His bulge almost in my face. I couldn’t take my eyes off it. “If you want, we can do some now and have them up in no time,” he offered, grabbing a camera on the side table. My mouth hung open. I was practically drooling. He stepped back before I could do anything. I looked at him. Really looked. The booze had kicked in. I felt warmer. Relaxed. Open. I wanted to see where this was going. I nodded and stood up, then slowly took off my shirt. The room felt warmer. Or maybe it was me. He guided me over to the wall and adjusted the light. Told me to turn just a little and started shooting. After a few, he said the light would hit better if I showed more. I wasn’t sure. Besides, I was commando, like I’d been since graduation. Looking up, I saw Coach holding out a jockstrap to me. It looked beat up. Stretched out like it’d seen some action. Kinda dirty. Like maybe it hadn’t been washed in a while. “It’s one of my old ones. It’ll do,” he grinned, eyeing my bulge. Looking at it brought me back to all the loads I shot thinking about guys wearing one. Their cocks outlined in the pouches. The look of the straps framing those muscled asses as they got fucked. “Go on boy, put it on. It’ll make that ass pop,” he told me. Fuck if I didn’t want to! I tossed my socks and sneakers. And this time I didn’t hide it. I dropped my jeans. My cock was growing as I stepped out of them. I put on the jockstrap, filling up the pouch with my junk. He didn’t flinch. He just lifted the camera and told me to hold still. I did and let him see me. He circled me, snapping pics, all the time telling me how sexy I was. How I could have my pick of anyone I wanted. I was feeling the buzz mixing with horniness. That’s when I finally noticed he’d tossed his shorts. He was totally hard. I couldn’t keep my eyes off it. I’d seen pics of his cock on the app. But it was the first time I’d seen a hard cock in real life besides my own. What surprised me more was that even hard, his foreskin still covered the tip. Then, he lowered the camera and stepped in close. His hand brushed my cock, light but deliberate, as he adjusted the pouch. “Better,” he sighed and leaned in. His breath was warm, close enough to feel. His eyes locked on mine. I didn’t move, didn’t speak. Then he broke the moment. “Come on,” he smiled, leading me down the hall. “You gotta see yourself.” His bedroom was everything I expected. It felt like him. The large bed was made tight with no mess. The air smelled clean with a hint of sweat. Coach walked me over to the mirror without saying a word. He stood behind me, hands on my shoulders. I could feel his cock poking at my back as I caught his eyes in the mirror. By this time, there was no hiding it. My cock was at full mast. Up, tight against the mesh. I was leaking. For a second, I just stared at the sharp lines carving down from my hips. I ran my hands down them, tracing the V. Something I never thought I’d see on me last year. “Goddamn, boy. If you were mine, I’d keep you strapped 24/7,” he sighed, wrapping his arms around me, and gripped my pecs. “A perfect musclejock.” “Fuck!” I moaned as his fingers spread and played with my nips. "Flex those guns, boy," he said, voice rough. "Show Coach what you built out of that flabby mess you were." My biceps swelled under the challenge. My pecs popped as I clenched and held the tension. He leaned in. His eyes locked on me. I flexed even harder. “That’s it, boy. Show it off,” he grunted in my ear, sliding his hands down my abs until they landed on my hips. He pushed back just enough to make room for his cock and looked at me again. Turning around, I stood there. My cock was practically shredding the frayed pouch. I lifted my chin, just barely. That’s all it took. His hand slid to the back of my neck. His fingers gripped me tightly and pulled me into him. His lips found mine and our tongues started wrestling. I could feel his cock sliding against my abs. Breaking the kiss, he bit my bottom lip and pulled it between his teeth. I groaned. He liked it. I could feel his hand moving down my back and over my ass, his mouth still holding on to me. I wrapped my arms around him. It only made him rougher. He was taking control of me. Letting go, he slipped a couple of fingers in my mouth. “That’s it boy. Show Coach how hungry you are,” he growled. His fingers explored my mouth. I started sucking, covering them in spit. Next thing I know, he bit my neck. I lost it. It was all he needed. His slick fingers were tapping against my hole. I arched, letting him know I wanted it. “Good boy,” he smiled, slipping a finger in, and led me to the bathroom. “Let’s get you ready. Strip and get in.” I saw the chrome attachment shining in the shower and got excited. Fine, I admit it. I’d looked it up. I’d been thinking about being fucked for a while now. I guessed what was going to happen. Never done it myself, but Coach walked me through it. It was awkward at first. But with his hands on me, it made a difference. It was like he’d done this to others before. After a bit, it was obvious I was clean. But Coach grabbed a squirt bottle, and put more in, ‘just to make sure.’ Told me to hold it in for a bit, then I’d be ready. He stood watching me, making sure it wasn’t leaking out. Satisfied, he told me to empty, finish up, and put my jockstrap back on. He’d be in the bedroom waiting for me. I turned on the faucet, hands roaming as I spread lather across my pecs to my nips. I pulled and felt them harden up. The pain was connecting with the tingling in my hole. I moved down to my abs, tracing the deep cuts, then grabbed my junk with both hands and started rubbing. I’d never felt so fucking turned on. “Hurry up, boy!” Coach barked, getting me out of the moment. “Get your ass in here, NOW!” I realized he was waiting for me. I called out to him, “On my way, Coach!” I rinsed, dried off, and pulled on my jockstrap. I looked in the mirror. It was tight, perfect. I headed for the bedroom. Coach was on the bed, watching me. His eyes locked on me like he’d been waiting for this. I felt hot all over. My skin buzzed as I slowly walked to the foot of the bed. The closer I got, the more I started feeling the burn in my hole. Something was happening. My chest felt tight, my skin alive. I was horny. Yeah, but it was more than that. I so wanted this. And I didn’t care what happened next. I just knew I was ready. Coach was studying me. His eyes steady, taking in every reaction as he motioned me to him. "Yeah, boy. Get over here," he ordered, stroking his thick thighs, spread wide open. Cock hard and ready. Slowly, I crawled onto the bed and got on my knees between his thighs. He watched how I breathed. How my body tensed. How I looked at him. I looked down at his cock, sticking straight up, foreskin still covering the tip. I could feel my hole twitching. Then he moved. No warning. Just a shift. “I always had my eye on you. Knew what you were capable of. Been fucking wanting this since before you first came to me, asking,” he growled, grabbing my head and yanked. “You aren’t the first one I got in shape.” Down I went, face to face with Coach’s cock. I could smell the day on him. Fucking sweat from being out in the hot sun all day. I didn’t know what came over me, but I started sniffing it as he worked his hand down my back. He started working my hole again with a slick finger. It was crazy. I was loving it and my moans got louder. “Fucking jockpig,” he laughed, working it deeper. “You like Coach’s smell, don’t ya?” There it was again. I could feel the burn getting stronger, but I didn’t care. It felt good. All I could think about now was Coach’s cock. I could see the precum oozing from his foreskin. “Fuck yeah, Coach,” I moaned, reaching out with my tongue. He stayed in me, making sure I felt his rough finger sliding and digging around. All the time, I lapped at his cock. I could taste it sliding over my tongue and down my throat. It was sharp and clean. Then I felt it. Another finger sliding in. Everything I’d ever imagined about being with a guy was happening. It wasn’t with someone my age, but I didn’t care. It was Coach. He knew exactly what he was doing, and I wanted him to show me. The burn was hitting every nerve as he opened me up, getting me ready. It was all I needed. I opened my mouth wide and went down on him. “Goddamn cocksucker. Get me ready.” Coach moaned, feeling my lips sliding over the foreskin, pushing it back on the shaft. I took it down about half-way. He just sat there, slowly starting to fuck my face. I tried not to gag, but spit was pouring from my mouth. The deeper the strokes, the more I moaned. I wanted it ready for my hole. I sucked harder. “Just relax, nice and slow. You got it,” he murmured, holding my head with both his hands until I was nose deep in sweaty pubes, my chin on his balls. I kept at it, sucking on him. His leaking cock was dripping down my throat as I gripped his thighs. His thrusts were getting harder and faster. “Alright, enough,” he growled, grabbing me, and shoved me back. He leaned in, his mouth almost at my hole. I could feel his hot breath on it. Then, he flicked his tongue at it. “Shit, yeah,” I moaned, never thinking it’d be like this. He was fucking me with his tongue. Coach ate me out for a while then pulled up. My hole was on fire, hungry, and aching. That’s when I finally saw it. It wasn’t showing in any of his pics, but I could see it now. A black scorpion tattooed on the tip of his cock! Its tail wrapped around it. The stinger going under and into the piss slit. How did I miss it?! Seeing my reaction, Coach spread my legs and moved in before I could do anything. “You don’t know how many fucking times I thought about breeding you,” he growled, teasing my hole with his cock. “I knew it the first day you asked about working out that I’d make you into the perfect fucking poz musclejock.” His words were hitting me, reminding me of those nights when he was pushing me harder and harder. Making me want it. I could see the lust in his eyes but then, he got serious and stopped. “But then you fucking got under my skin, boy,” he sighed. “Like I said, you aren’t the first. Just the one I never should’ve let get this close. That’s why I ended it.” I should’ve been freaking out, but my hole was aching. I couldn’t take it anymore. “Fuck me,” I whimpered. The look on his face suddenly changed. “Yeah? You want it, huh?” he smiled, pushing his cock at my hole, again. “Just say it, boy.” “Oh, God!” I moaned, my body giving me away. I lifted my hips and offered myself up. “I wanna be your poz musclejock, Coach.” That’s all it took. He started into me. “Shit!” I cried out, feeling the tip stretching my hole as he punched through. “Fuck, boy,” he grunted, feeling me tightening up. “You’re still fucking tight. I got plenty more to train that hole. But for now, let’s try this.” I wasn’t really paying attention to what he was saying. I was trying, but I still couldn’t relax enough to take him any deeper. That’s when I saw him grab a brown bottle from the side table. I recognized it from some of the raunchier porn I’d gotten into. I watched him unscrew the bottle and take a long snort. “This’ll loosen you up,” Coach moaned, handing me the bottle. I could see the poppers were getting to him. I looked him in the eyes and put the bottle up to my nostril and breathed in. “Fuck,” I growled, feeling it hit me at the same time Coach pushed into me. “Another,” he ordered, “Opening you up, boy. No going back.” This time, it worked. I could feel him sinking in. “God! Give it to me,” I whimpered, his shaft splitting me open. “I DON’T HEAR YOU, BOY!” he yelled, hitting my prostate. I kept moaning, feeling him sliding over it. Pushing deeper. It felt like I was floating. Not really in my body but still aware of what was happening. I didn’t know what it meant. Didn’t care. Everything was a blur. But I knew he was fucking me now. And I didn’t want him to stop. “FUCKING BREED ME!” I yelled, “FUCKING POZ ME, COACH!” Coach pumped into me, pushing himself into my guts. His balls banged against me. His grip got tighter. “Fucking ass feels good, boy,” Coach growled, “Just fucking tight enough.” I just groaned. I couldn’t speak. My cock was twitching. He just kept on, ramming into me. I was loving it, wanting him to fill me up with his poz load. “Been waiting for this since I started seeing results,” Coach said, letting it settle into my head. “That ass getting high and tight. Just begging for my poz loads.” “Shit yeah,” I moaned, realizing I had done it all for him. “I fucking wanted to be your musclejock since day one, Coach. Fucking wanted to make you proud.” I was panting and bucking, pushing back on his cock the whole time. I wanted it all the way in me. Each time he hit my prostate, I’d push back for more. “Fucking cockpig,” he growled, “Gonna have you begging for other poz cocks soon.” I was too much into it to answer. That’s when he sank down all the way and stayed there. “Fuck yeah,” he grunted, “It’s all in.” “Goddamn, it!” I moaned, squirming. Then he started ramming into me. Hard and fast. Sweat was flying off him. His eyes hard, like a hunter who knew he’d set up the perfect shot. Closing the space between us, he wrapped his arms around me. He held me tight. He was close. I clenched down. He started sucking in air short and fast. Then he slowed but went long and hard, the last one pushing me over the edge. “Shit yeah!” I growled, shooting biggest load ever as I felt his cock spasming in me. “Load me up, Coach!” “FUCKING TAKE IT!” he yelled, his swollen cock finally filling my hole with his poz load, and fell on me. He stayed in me for a while, both of us now covered in sweat until he pulled out and sat back. "You feel that in you, don't you, boy?” he grinned, fingering my sloppy hole. “Your first poz load.” “Yeah, Coach,” I growled, grabbing him tight, and pulled him back on me hard. My mouth crashed into his, rough and hungry. “Fucking thanks,” I panted against his lips, my breath raw and grateful. “You’re welcome, boy,” Coach smiled, showing me his red-stained cum slick fingers. “It’s starting. You feel it? It won’t be long.” “Shit,” I moaned, sucking on them. I could taste the metallic sharpness mixed with the saltiness of his load. “Gonna be your fucking poz musclejock, Coach.” “That you are, boy,” he growled and slipped a buttplug in my hole to make sure. “MY fucking poz musclejock. I got so much to show you.” “Can’t wait, Coach,” I muttered, rolling over and burying my face in his furry pecs.

oh what a dirty mind - feeding him the usede condoms - uhm

So much cum…good boy!

I went to a local park to meet one of my regulars. He had never played there and wanted to try it out. When we got there it was busy and he backed out. I went for a walk on the trail to see what I could get since I was already there. A guy on Grindr was chatting me up and I decided to feed him a load and go home. We met and he was sucking my cock when another man showed up. He was a player too! I saw the potential for a nice double facial and started sucking his cock and the Grindr guy was watching as I jacked him. Started going back and forth and then the original guy jerked off all over my face. He painted me heavily! After he walked away without another word, I continued servicing the second guy. He was getting close so I laid on my back on the bench and he jerked his load on my face as I begged him for it. I walked back to my car with two fresh loads of cum on my face and started home smelling that sweet aroma! I stopped at the grocery store on the way and bought some food. It was so hot interacting with people having all that cum (now dried) on my cocksucker face!!

Thanks for sharing your journey and the vulnerability of your questioning. I can relate to many of your steps. I was pozzed before the development of PreP. I really wasn't chasing, but the night I said "fuck it, I’m giving into my overwhelming desire for bb" I got knocked up. I'll never forget the thrill of feeling him climax deep inside me. Knowing this stranger was newly diagnosed and therefore highly toxic just added to the thrill. When I left the doctor's office with my diagnosis I spent an instant feeling upset and guilty, but just an instant. I gave myself a shake and reminded myself I chose to take the risk "It's done, regret and guilt won't help. " In my thinking and value system sex is meant to be intense! For me risk adds to that intensity! It's why I love raw sex with strangers. I would encourage you to trust your questions and trust your path no matter what others think one way or the other. If you need to embrace the risk, flush the pills in celebration 🍾

I find that Tops seem to expect it these days. Ultimately it is my duty to clean out beforehand and if I don't do it properly, then I have to just get on with it and suffer the consequences.

Timmy Gets Stretched Hard As Timmy and Jerome began to come back to earth—Pedro could see the length of the cock sliding back down inside the boy’s flawless white torso towards Timmy’s belly button—Pedro leaned in to Timmy’s ear, “You ready for this big bull cock, boy?” It took Timmy a second to come to grips with the world outside his mind. But then he smiled like a Cheshire cat, his gorgeous twink innocence replaced by a mind obsessed with having all holes stretched and abused, and he whispered, “Please, sir, need big cock. Hurt me, open me, use me daddy.” Jerome slide his long black snake out, and a Timmy sighed, his hole already missing the feeling of being filled so deep. Pedro grabbed a quarter-gram vial with one hand and stroked his enormous, curved, ugly cock with his other hand. “Jerome, brother, can you squirt that boyhole full of that laced lube,” Pedro asked. Jerome obliged, sticking the tube deep into the boys open cunt and pushing out a huge volume of the sticky, tingling, Tina-laced xlube. Within seconds Timmy was pulling his ass open and begging to be filled. “Beg me to destroy your pussy, pigwhore,” Pedro demanded. Timmy immediately started chanting “Destroy my pussy, daddy, destroy me.” In one fluid motion Pedro dumped the 1/4 gram of Tina into his palm, made a bird-beak fist, and pushed into Timmy’s hole. Despite how loose hole, stretch was wide and very cruel, and Timmy cried out and then begsn screaming as Pedro began scooping the Tina out, burning the boys cunt with fire, desire and need. “Do some poppers, boy,” Pedro ordered. And Jerome helped the boy get fully poppered up. As soon as Pedro felt the boys hole start to respond to the fresh dose of Tina and the poppers he made his fist very, very slightly bigger and very, very, slowly began to pull his fist out of the fiery hole. “That’s called hole stretching, boy,” he said quietly to Timmy, who was riding a wave of desire to be destroyed mixed with the pain of the big stretch. “And I am going to stretch you long and hard tonight.” When Pedro’s hand got to its widest point in the boys rectum, Pedro paused, holding the boy at a wide stretch. At first Timmy struggled, but Jerome kept telling him, “Breathe slow and deep, let Pedro have your hole.” And so as Timmy did, Pedro felt the hole relax, and so Pedro pounced, flexing his knuckles slightly larger, as Timmy cried out, and then quickly Pedro pulled out. Timmy lay in the sling panting, as Jerome nibbled hard on his perky boy nipples. Then a dark light entered the young twinks eyes, and he said, “Fuck daddy, I love that stretch, more daddy, harder.” Pedro smiled and rammed his semi-hard cock into the boy’s hole balls deep. “”Fuuuuuck, that’s a thick dick,” Timmy cried out. Then he began to moan as he felt Pedro unleash a huge torrent of piss deep inside his second ring. “Lower his head, brother, so this piss can go deep.” Pedro said to Jerome, “He asked to be stretched so let’s do him.” Jerome lowered the boys upper body so that it was nearly upside down, and the piss began to trickle deeper inside the boy, who was already moaning and squirming with new dark desires. Working quickly, Jerome immobilized Timmy into the sling, putting straps keeping his arms and legs and chest and stomach from moving more than a few centimeters. He left one of Timmy’s arms frees to the elbow and handed the boy a fresh bottle of very strong Amsterdam poppers with a built in sniffer cap. “Use these anytime you need to open up,” Jerome said quietly, “And only tell us about the pain if it feels like we’re damaging you —like you did with Conrad.” Timmy nodded, but Jerome could see he was getting really spun. Pedro grunted and pulled out and pointed at Timmy’s hole. “Fill him up, brother, and feel free to start when you want” Pedro said, “And don’t go easy, he needs to learn his place as slave pussy tonight.” Jerome slid is long cock in—it always stayed a little extra long after a magic orgasm—and made sure his head entered the boys second hole, which he began to fill with yet more chem piss. Jerome immediately started feeling and stroking the boys hole with his fingers, shoving first two, the then three, now four long fingers imsid3 th3 boy. Finally, with one smooth motion he surrounded his cock with his entire hand and pushed it into the boys hole, and immediately began jacking his cock inside the boy. Timmy cried out and froze, spreading his legs wide, Jerome could feel the boys hole pulsing tightening and throbbing around his fist, and then the boy threw his head back and shouted, “Fuck me, daddy, fuck me hard.” Jerome could feel the boys hole opening up like a flower, the burning hot tissues of his colon fluttering and caressing his fist. He smiled darkly: the chempiss had kicked in and Timmy was ready for training. Jerome slid his cock out and shaped his fist into the narrow bird beak starting position and began to slide his arm into the boy. He was amazed that the boy took most of his hand right up to the kncuckles before Jerome felt any tightness. “Feel that, Timmy? That’s your second hole,” Jerome said softly, “That’s the hole your Daddy Conrad loves to stretch wide with his inflatable balls, did you like being stretched deep Timmy?” Timmy’s eyes were dark with lust and his comprehension wasn’t at its best, but he smiled and said, “Please, sir, will you stretch me deep too? Feels so slutty..use me daddy Jerome.” Jerome smiled down, “Oh believe me, boy, me and Pedro are gonna stretch you good so you’re nice and open for Pedro’s big bull dick.” He then gently flexed his hand, enjoying the look of lust on Timmy’s face. “So that’s the easy way of stretching your tense places inside,” Jerome said softly, “And now I am going to show you the hard way.” Working quickly Jerome slide his hand out until it was about midway inside the boy’s stretched-out inner first hole. He then made his fist much larger—not quite a full square and not locked into place—the boy was still a near-virgin and he didn’t want to tear anything, just hurt him,and he pulled his fist out fairly quickly, lodging its widest point—his knuckles—right at Timmy’s rectum. Timmy cried out in surprise and began panting. “Do a hit of poppers, piggy boy,” Jerome ordered. And the minute he felt the boy relax he push his hand back in and pulled it out, making his fist slightly bigger this time, stretching the boys rectum around his fist. “So, boy,” Jerome said with a serious tone, “I like to combine the easy way and the hard way when I stretch a boys hole.” “It’s in your best interest to work with me to get you stretched deep and wide my way,” Jerome said darkly, “Because Daddy Pedro has giant fists and he only likes to stretch boys the hard way. Are you gonna work with me, not complain, and huff on your poppers like a good pig slut?” Timmy nodded solemnly, his awareness focused now by the rough treatment. “Good boy, take several giant huffs, you gorgeous boy, and let me stretch you,” Jerome smiled. Timmy took several massive huffs off the poppers, and as it kicked in, Jerome got to work. Over on the other side of the room Pedro was busy getting reading to take the boy into the stratosphere. He gathered several half-gram vials as well as several 1/4 gram vials. Tearing off a few pieces of blue painter’s tape, he put a strip on top of two of the half gram vials. He then set all the other vials aside. He opened a capsule of X into each vial—looking up and grinning as Jerome was showing the boy what the “hard way of stretching” was like— he then took a 10 mg tablet of Valium, crushed it in the same mortar and pestle on the drugs table, and dumped this into one of the two vials. He wrapped a piece of blue tape around the bottle itself to separate it from the other. He then proceeded to crush a 5 mg tablet and dump it into the other blue-topped vial. He placed all the vials on a small rolling table and then grabbed another couple of bottles of lube—one marked super strong and the other light—indicate how much Tina was crushed and mixed into the mix. Pedro rolled the table around to the wall display of toys. He selected an inflatable buttplug—he couldn’t wait to take it up to beyond what the boy could handle and make him push it out—and then the huge, semi-rigid giant inflatable dildo as well as one of Conrad’s signature set of inflatable balls. He grabbed a few hard silicon sets of balls in various shapes in case Jerome wanted them, then a selection of buttplugs from large to giant. he laid all of this out on the second shelf of the rolling table. Next, he grabbed one of what they called “booty bump pistols.” This was a hard plastic device, shaped like a nightstick, with a handle and then a small, sliding door at one end. You then attached a long flexible tube with any number of different sized dildo heads on it. The idea was that you dropped the drugs into the opening the tube and closed it, threaded the tube with its head deep inside a boy, then the bulb was larger enough that one full pump would send the drugs deep inside a boys booty hole. He chose one with a head in between the size of his fist and Jerome’s, and then one a good bit bigger than his own. Finally he grabbed two skin bicep long textured fisting gloves, two huge thick rubber gloves, a couple of tit clamps, and a ball stretcher. These he laid out on the third shelf and went over to relax on the sofa and watch the show. Timmy was so overtaken with lust and need for the stretch that Jerome had unbound him from the sling and had him on all fours on a pad near the sling. He’d attached the boy’s ankle to a spreader bar, just to give Jerome something to keep control of the boy. Timmy was one hundred percent involved now in his own defilement—spreading his cheeks, begging for deeper stretching, moaning loudly when Jerome would punch him. Jerome was into the boy just past his forearm—Pedro was frankly amazed—and Jerome looked up and grinned as his friend settled in. “Toss me a quarter, brother,” Jerome said. When Jerome looked skeptical, Jerome just grinned and shrugged, all the while keeping up a steady firstfuck of the boy. Pedro picked up the booty pistol with the smaller head—in between his own fist and Jerome’s in size—and grinned. Jerome grinned back “Even better.” Pedro dumped the half-gram vial with the X and 10 mg of Valium and dumped it into the device. He rolled the table over beside Jerome and the boy, who was still begging for the fuck. Jerome pulled out and Pedro slipped the well-lubed head of the thing into the boys cunt. “Suck on that with your hole, Timmy,” Pedro order, “Try to draw it in.” The boy obeyed and with a little pushing on Pedro’s part they worked it in just to Timmy’s second hole. “Push out,” Jerome ordered, and as he did Pedro threaded the head about half-way into the second ring. Timmy gasped as Pedro tried to make sure it was in to a pretty wide point. Then he stopped “Huff on those poppers,” Pedro ordered, “Try to welcome that in.” Both Pedro and Jerome knew the toy wasn’t going anywhere—Pedro was holding the tube steady—but the boy looked so hot with the thing stretching him wide deep inside. Jerome leaned into Timmy’s ear, “I think it’s stuck, boy, want daddy to help that you fuck you a little deeper?” Timmy didn’t know what he thought but he knew the stretch was painful, so he panted “Yes, daddy, please take me deep.” Jerome smiled and Pedro handed him a quarter gram. Jerome lubed up, dumped the quarter into his palm, and made the thin bird shape around the tube and slid in, not stopping until he reached the toy. He sat that way, enjoy the way the boys fiery hole pulsed around his forearm. Timmy was pushing back, and so Jerome commanded “Six giant hits of those poppers each side, little pig, and then breathe deep.” After the boy had done six in one nostril, Jerome began to push the head, very slowly, through the second ring. At first Timmy was distracted by doing his other six popper huffs and the huge rush of drugs made his boy cunt open. Jerome entered him a full inch before his mind and body caught up and he groaned. Jerome did not stop, steadily, ever-so-slowly pushing deeper into the flaming boycunt, pushing the toy ahead of his still closed bird hand. “Deep breaths, sweet boy,” Jerome said softly, “Let your big black daddy take you there.” Jerome did not stop until Timmy was begging him to stop, his entire body rigid, and his face desperate. “Flex your hole around daddy’s arm,” Jerome ordered. Timmy was now exactly where he’d been before—Jerome was just at his elbow—but the big toy pushed ahead at least three inches and wide. And Timmy groaned and started shaking. “AGAIN, and clamp done harder this time,” Jerome ordered. Timmy moaned but complied, and then sighed, as his hole relaxed ever so slightly. Pedro nodded at Jerome who reached down with his free hand, grabbed Timmy by the back of his curly mane, and pulled back, arching his face up to see Pedro, legs splayed wide, monster, cobra-hooded bull cop hard as a rock. “In this life you are joining,” Pedro said quietly, “Sexually, you are slave meat.” Timmy nodded, “ Yes, sir.” “We bearers love and honor our boys in all ways. You will be treated better by your Lord Dimitri than any other man will treat you,” Pedro continued, “But sexually you are slave meat, without rights or choices, consigned to take pain or pleasure as we see fit.” Jerome now began to very very gently move his arm, beginning a very deep fuck. Timmy groaned and arched and cried out. “Lord Jerome is going to go even deeper in you now, boy,” Pedro said, “And you will take his arm with joy in your suffering, do you understand? Your suffering will please our Dark Lord.” Timmy, just barely able to focus beyond the intense stretch, managed, “Yes, sir.” “More poppers,” Jerome ordered, “And say the Litany.” A fast learner, Timmy slowly and deeply breathed several huge puffs of poppers. Squaring his shoulders—Jerome and Pedro smiled at the piggy resolve—Timmy began, “I am your hole, fill me with your seed, I am your….” Timmy cried out, as Jerome took him a full, sudden 1/4 inch deeper, then Timmy began moaning as Jerome began using long-practiced, almost imperceptible movements to deposit a few grains of the quarter gram deep in the boy. Timmy stayed rigid, and shaking, as Jerome stopped pushing the big hard plastic cockhead up his butt, the boy’s rectum mere centimeters from Jerome’s elbow. Pedro grinned. If Timmy were a more experienced pig—as he would be in just a few weeks time—that elbow would have already been inside his hole before this Tina gift was bestowed. Pedro watched silently, as Timmy struggled, then saw the dark energy surge from deep within the little boywhore. As an elder among the Brotherhood—Pedro was around 226 years old, give or take a few—the Mexican daddy with the huge fists and monster cock was beginning to develop the special senses required to trap and destroy human boycunt. While it was still a new skill—true elders of a thousand or more years could very nearly read bottoms minds—Pedro could see the outlines of desires, the need a drugged-out bottom was feeling for destruction. And so Pedro stood, stroking his monster, and cried out “Fuck him, Brother Jerome, his dark energy desires it.” And so Jerome began to every-so-slowly move his arm in and out, mere 1/8s of an inch at a time. Every time the boy loosened up he’d push a little deeper. Timmy groaned but obediently huffed on his poppers, which inevitably meant that Jerome was able to go even deeper. Pedro, meanwhile, was immobilizing the boy. He made Timmy arch his ass up high, and he tied his balls taut to the ceiling. He then affixed ome hand to another spreader bar and binding his elbow to the other so he could huff on his poppers. He did it wide so Timmy was forced to keep his chest flat against the floor, the perfect position for deep fist. Jerome was now about 3/4 of inch past his elbow into Timmy’s hole. He looked at Pedro who grained and said, do it. Jerome scooped the rest of the tin from his palm —it was probably more than half—and Timmy cried out and then within seconds his hole became hungrier. First, Jerome pushed in, getting almost to his bicep then he pulled back and started a bigger deep fuck of the boy. Even with his limited snake sight, he could see the boy was swimming in dark energy. He did this for about 20 minutes, fucking harder and harder and a bit deeper each time. Pedro lubed up his fist and grabbed the booty pistol. “Let’s light this ass up.” Jerome slid in and pushed past the deepest he’d gone, till Timmy was rigid. Pedro gave the bulb as big squeeze and within seconds Timmy started screaming as the 1/2 gram of Tina, the X, and the Valium entered his bloodstream almost immediately. Jerome slid his hand, now balled into a fist behind the big hard cockhead of the tube, out of Timmy in one go. As he pulled away, Pedro, his nocollapsable hand in the closest it would come to a bird shape, pounced. Pedro slid his big hand in slowly, but he didn’t pause. He slid until his knuckles were about to enter the boys inner ring. The kid was panting form the force what was essentially a .5 slam with ecstacy and Valium entering his blood stream. Within seconds the Valium reached his colon and his inner hole, and Pedro was rewarded when the boys inner ring opened and he slid his big hand in until he was buried wrist deep inside the boys inner ring. Timmy groaned, and spasmed a minute, panting and Pedro kept still. Then the boys hole loosened and Pedro slowing began a deep fistfuck. He first stretched the boys inner hole, and then once it started to loosed up he began to make his hand a little bigger and stretch the inner ring, then go back in. Once he was able to make a vey loose fist he brought his hand inside the boys first hole. Here he was more aggressive, creating space for his fist with determined movements. Then he very aggressively began to stretch the boys rectum, getting the boys closer and closer to a closed fist. He did this for a good 40 minutes or so. Then he started alternating, stretching both rings and spaces about 4 times each, over and over. As the boy started loosening up, Pedro pushed him ever-so-slightly on depth, claiming mere centimeters at a time. Then, just slightly before the boy was loose enough to do it easily, he made his hand into the smallest loose fist it could become and pulled out swiftly. Before the boy had a chance to really holler he was pushing the fist back in as deep as he could. He did this over and over and Timmy cried out “Fuck, fuck, fuck.” “Big fistfuck is right, piglet,” Pedro growled, the bull tattoo on his chest glowing, “Give me that hole.” As he did this over and over, roughly stretching Timmy’s hole, he saw dark energy swirling in the kids core. Timmy froze for an instant as Pedro’s nearly fully clenched fist drove in deep, then he shouted. “Fucking ruin my boycunt, Daddy, punch me! Punch me!” Pedro grinned, his cock rock hard, and he pushed into the boy a bit deeper. This triggered a massive anal orgasm so Pedro, lost to nothing but the velvet hotness of the boys inside and his desire to take everything the could give—and then more—he pulled his fist out and started punching. Pedro gave Timmy 75 hard punches, with Timmy roiling and assgaming constantly. Timmy was so out of it he didn’t even notice that Jerome had untied his balls from the bottom rung, and swing the tie bid I g his balls upwards to a pulley. With every couple of punches, Jerome would hang a small weight. When Pedro got to 50 in his count, Jerome spoke quietly—Timmy was making so much noise there was no point in whispering—“When you get to 75 punches go in and push him deep. I am going to teach this boy about getting his balls fucked.” So Pedro delivered the last 25, getting harder and harder as the boy cried out in pain/pleasure and then he pushed into the boys hole hard. Jerome hung a much larger weight—causing Timmy to groan and squirm—which allowed Pedro to take another half-inch deeper into the boys steaming hole. After a minute, Jerome hung a small weight. And again Timmy squirmed around the big arm and took a bit more. They did this three times, then Jerome said, “Boy, do those boy balls hurt?” Panting and struggling,Timmy said, “Yes sir.” Jerome grinned and started tapping on the boys nuts. Timmy whimpered and then gasped aloud as Jerome tapped a little harder. “The only way to make this stop, little beautiful cunt,” Jerome said, “Is to ask me to hurt you more.” Timmy took a minute, whimpering and shaking his head, he then squared his shoulders and took a deep breath—a mistake, really, as when he breathed out Pedro penetrated his ass more deeply. Timmy’s rectum was now stretched paper thin around Pedro’s huge forearm, just about 1/4 inch from the elbow. He groaned and cursed, momentarily unable to speak. “Say it, slave meat,” Jerome said, lightly hitting the boy’s sore balls with a paddle. Timmy sighed, and then shouted “HURT ME SIR!” Jerome hung a second big weight. As the pain traveled from his punished balls to his head, Timmy started squirming again, groaning deeply, and Pedro started sliding in. They made Timmy keep the full weights on his balsl for two minutes. Each time he struggled or wiggled his ass trying to relieve the pain, Pedro was rewarded with the feeling of a tiny bit more flaming boy pussy in his control. When the two minutes was up and the weight removed, Timmy groaned and breathed hard, suddenly only aware of how deep Pedro was inside his cut. “Oh fucuuuuck, deep fuuuck,” Timmy cried, “Need that deep fuck.” “Not yet, baby slut,” Pedro said, “We gotta wait for your hole to relax—in just a few minutes, your natural dark desires are going to start growining and your hole with loosen. Then I am going to fuck you good.” And so Pedro waited, first while Jerome detached the boy from everything holding him in place, second until the boys hole relaxed ever so slightly, and then until the second huge cocktail of drugs of the night kicked in and he could feel the boy’s desire radiate from deep in his hole. With his supernatural Bull sight he could see a huge river of dark desires release from deep within the boy. As that happened, the boy lowered his chest to the floor, his arms outstretched as if asking for offering himself for extreme violation, and Timmy said in a clear voice—far clearer than anyone as fucked up as him should have been able to master—“I am your hole, use me, use meeeeee.” Pedro worked with infinitesimal slowness, with the patience of a man who had already been alive for over a hundred years and knew he had thousands of boypussies more to destroy. By this point he had deep fisted literally thousands of men—from vaqueros strung up between posts and strung out on peyote and ancient Indian brews to European aristocrats, bound asses wide between bedposts with opium-wide holes to this new designer-drug era of wild, raging pussy hunger and a thinning veil between this world and the other side where combination of pleasure and pain, light and dark, that his clan worshipped remained. But what it was remarkable how the entire journey from getting just a finger inside a man’s hole, to being elbow or shoulder deep turning that hole into a cunt, was how every single time it happened he found it the ultimate turn on, the most pleasurable way for him to dominate another man. To see each little surrender, each step a man took into giving up his hole to Pedro for destruction, sparked pleasure in Pedro’s body, soul, and the giant, rampant, dark, Cobra of his cock. Whatever moment of lucidity Timmy experienced when he begged for Pedro to fulfill his deepest desires, was gone. All he could think about was that he needed to be fucked in a black hole of need that had replaced his hole, and that it needed to be by the thick, hard, tree trunk of Pedro’s arm. When he lowered his chest to the flour his only thoughts, on repeat were “Take my hole, fuck my hole, destroy my pussy, daddy.” This surrender to Pedro was distinct from his previous surrenders to the other three men who’d he’d encountered that weekend. Dimitri he’d given everything he possibly could, his virgin boypuss, his former life, his sero-status, his body, and his soul. Conrad—from the moment that huge, square, rock hard marble cock had pierced him deep and into the agony of endless deep enemas and cruel toy fucks—had demanded Timmy endure and revel in pain. Jerome had pushed buttons he didn’t even know he had, from the smooth way his long gorgeous black cock slid home to the depraved desires its snaky shape had dislodged as it pulsed and prodded into all the secret kinks he didn’t know he had. Pedro, though, was different. Pedro was like his spiritual companion—stubborn, hard, and determined. And Timmy had just given total elbow-deep control of his hole to the man, in the group with the widest fists and biggest bones and the most hardcore fucker and foster of all of them, all but begging for domination. But all of this was happening deep in Timmy’s subconscious understanding, for now visibly he was ruled solely by his heavily-drugged bottom-pig hidebrain. Pedro was going as slowly as possible to make the boy open up, but Timmy was eager and tried to help in his own destruction. Pedro put a giant paw on the small of his ass, and said, “Hold still, let me do it, or you will hurt yourself. As your hole opens there will come a time when you can push back. But now submit and let me take you.” And so Pedro took Timmy’s hole, his arms not going as deep as his other dark brothers, but much wider and thicker. As Timmy’s boy pussy was also find out: Pedro was truly big boned, meaning it wasn’t just muscle and sinew trying to destroy his hole, it was wide, rigid bone. Pedro steadily increased the speed and movement of his arm, loosening the hole. As soon as he got some play, he began widening, changing his arm arm and fist from straight up and starting to turn. Timmy lifted up and groaned, “Fuuuuck.” Pedro firmly pushed his head back down, “You asked to be cored out, beautiful slave meat, shut up and take it.” Pedro worked the boys hole for a couple of hours and neither he nor Timmy showed any signs of ever wanting to stop. Pedro would pound for a whole, wrist to elbow, then he switch to stretching either the boys first or second hole, making his fist bigger and bigger each time, and slowing pulling out. While it hurt, it also drove Timmmy crazy with lust, and he urged Pedro to do it harder and harder. From time to time Jerome would step in, hard punching the boy’s sloppy gash with his fists or seeing just how deep the boy would go. After several hours, Timmy’s hole was gaping open, the lips ragged, and it truly looked like a used boypussy. And only then, when the boys hole was sensitive but still begging for hard use, did Pedro fuck him.

I love sharing cocks with other bottoms side-to-side.

Lost both my oral and anal virginity to my older brother when I was about 8 y.o. After sucking his cock for a couple of months lead to him breeding my hole on the regular. Shortly after, around the age of 9, my dad started using my holes for his pleasure. Uncles and older cousins soon followed. My dad would "loan" out my holes to his poker and drinking buddies.

PART ONE Jamie wasn’t in the habit of responding to Craigslist ads (way back when CL personals we’re still a thing) posted by guys offering to be “generous” but he was unexpectedly in need of funds. His graduate stipend seemed sufficient by most people’s standards, but living in Los Angeles was expensive and now he had to pay a large deductible to his car insurance company after getting side swiped on Mullholland. So the posting from two guys in town from Iowa for a convention was too good to pass up. He knew from experience that these married guys were easy dates; they were so starved for some man-on-man action that after some dirty talk about their daughters’ boyfriends the actual sex was over soon and they’d hustle him out the door, paying the $600 for the four hours even though they’d only been together for ninety minutes or so. At 23 years old, 5’10, 150# and mostly hairless, Jamie was lean and boyish, with an adequate set up in the front more than made up for by a high riding rear with surprisingly ample projection. In other words, he had a great ass! A recruited athlete in college, his physique had slackened some but he could still turn heads. Probably a 9 at home, he was only a 6 or 7 in LA but that was more than enough to get plenty of play and to turn a trick here and there when money got tight or he wanted to treat himself to a splurge. It helped, in that regard, that he had few limits and was usually more than willing to indulge the more unusual requests. But this sounded like a pretty vanilla scene. Both guys in their forties, married with kids his age, friends since they were in the same pledge class in college. They messed around with guys (fag boys the guy he emailed with called them) together back then and wanted to relive that experience. When the day came, Jamie got cleaned up and out and drove to a rundown motel near the marina. He had been there a few times and was surprised that it seemed mostly deserted. The small and shabby but mostly clean rooms were usually occupied by street walkers running a trap house, day laborers sleeping in shifts and homeless people who had earned enough panhandling to get a roof over their head for a night or two. That the place was nearly empty suggested that there had been a raid recently. Annoyingly, the only other apparently occupied room was the one right next to the end unit Curt and Todd had rented. Jamie walked in to a room that was brighter than expected. The guys had taken the shades off the lamps to get more light for the camcorder they had set up to record this indulgence of theirs. Introductions were made along with the usual small talk. Both guys were decent looking, with dad bods as expected but dad bods that had thickened from better than average starting points. Curt (his attitude as well as his name) was 6’1, probably 210ish, with blond hair turning to gray and the strong legs of the former soccer player he had told me he had been. Todd was built the way Jamie would look in twenty-five years, 5’10 and 180#, indifferent but not fat, with his brown hair cropped tight to hide a thinning pate. He was soft spoken and polite, inquiring about Jamie’s studies and life in LA. Curt, clearly in charge of the night’s festivities, handed Jamie an open beer bottle and a shot of rye. “Bottoms up buddy!” he said, pouring a second shot for the boy as soon as he has drained and chased the first, followed by a third. Then he sparked up a joint and passed it to Jamie, instructing him to take long, deep drags. The booze and the pot had the boy feeling good and he was gladdened that the night looked like it would be more fun than he had anticipated. Curt and Todd began stripping off and told Jamie to do the same. When he was naked except for the jockstrap he was told earlier to wear, Curt barked at him to leave it on. “We don’t want to see your dick, that’s not what we bought you for.” Todd sat down on the sofa with another joint while Curt fiddled with the camera saying to the boy “C’mon cocksucker, let’s see what you’ve got!” Jamie got down in his knees in front of Todd and started servicing him, licking and nibbling and sucking him to attention. Soon enough he was fully hard and the boy got to work in earnest. Curt pulled him away and presented his own stiff cock, pushing it firmly and steadily down Jamie’s throat. He began to gag but Curt kept his dick lodged in there before finally backing off, still leaving most of it in Jamie’s mouth. “Look up at me boy” he ordered, and Jamie looked up to see that he had started recording. He pulled out and told him to beg for it. “Please”, the boy said, “please give me your dick.” ”What are you?” Curt sneered. ”I’m a cocksucker” Jamie replied, and Curt rammed it down his throat again. He roughly facefucked the boy getting the whole thing on video. This was much more hardcore than Jamie liked and he was surprised that it was really turning him on, his cock hard and leaking in his jock. As Curt was abusing him, Todd dropped his nice guy persona, egging his friend on, calling Jamie a dirty slut, a cheap hooker, a perverted faggot, etc. Through the verbal abuse and sound of his own gagging, the boy thought he heard the sound of a door opening. He darted his eyes to the side to see that the front door was still shut with the chain on. Glancing the other way, he could see directly into the empty bathroom. Then he heard a third voice saying “So, how’s the whore? Everything you wanted it to be?” Startled, Jamie pushed Curt away and leapt to his feet, backing away towards the door. He was very light-headed and stumbled, attributing it to the pot and the oxygen deprivation from the throat reaming. Looking across the space, he could see two new, naked guys in the room and a third, also nude, through the open door to the adjoining, smoky room. “Hey guys” he said, smiling amiably and thinking fast, “this isn’t what we agreed on. I’m cool with a group scene, but we have to renegotiate terms and set some ground rules.” Curt closed the gap between them with a reasonable, “let’s be friends” look on his face, his cock still rock hard and glistening with throat slime. To Jamie’s shock, he gave the boy a swift punch to the stomach and the boy fell to the ground doubled over with the wind knocked out of him. Curt pulled him up by the hair as he gasped for breath. “Listen, there are five of us and one of you. Do you really think you can stop us from doing what we want? If you go along with it you’ll probably have fun. Bitches like you love the cock. Or you can fight back and still get dicked down. Your choice.” Jamie looked around and quickly assessed his predicament. Curt was right, he couldn’t take down five guys, especially as the spacey feeling in his head was getting worse. There must have been something in that beer or the joint, probably both. And the five of them were each hot to him in a daddy sort of way. But the decision was ultimately made by his own dick which was harder than it had ever been and was dripping so much precum that the pouch of the jock was sopping wet. ”So?” said Curt, “Are you going to be a good little fag boy?” Jamie nodded and replied “I’ll be a good little cocksucker”, licking his lips. Curt slapped him hard across the face and said “You’re going to do a lot more than that” and dragged him over to one of the new guys. The new guy, bigger and meaner looking than Curt and Todd, spat in Jamie’s face and said “Get to work slut.”

After stopping for dinner I got back on the road, the cold air of the valley lengthened the crack made by the rock that hit my windshield earlier that afternoon. I drove for about 15 more minutes before another rock hit my windshield causing it to practically shatter in place, it was tough to see, and too cold to stick my head out the window so I pulled over and called AAA. They were able to get a hold of a local tow service but even still it'd be an hour or more until I could get service. I fell asleep in the drivers seat and it was pitch black other than the cars driving by. I was awoken by a knock on my window. I got out of my car and was greeted by a large man. He was very nice and hooked my car up before helping me up into his cabin. It was a quiet ride to a garage where he parked and said, "Look AAA pays me to bring the car to the garage but you're on your own for a ride elsewhere and for a stay. Rental car joints won't be open until tomorrow morning." "Well that sucks, Is there a place to stay around here?" I asked. "Well, you kinda have a choice." He said while working. "Ok?" "You Uber across the valley to Bakersfield and find a hotel." "Or?" "You stay with my partner and I" He smiled and slapped his hands on his pants. "That sounds a lot better than waiting for an Uber and paying for a janky hotel, Let me grab my bag." I said and threw my go bag over my shoulder. "Smart boy" He said helping me into his cabin again, "But there will be payment." It felt like forever until we arrived at a pretty humble place in the middle of nowhere. I was a combination of horny and worried. I've been fucked by strangers before, even gone into homes I didn't know, but usually people knew where I was and I knew what I was going there for. "We got company tonight William" The driver, Rob, said as he entered his house. "Where did you- Oh hello", William said as he entered the room and saw me. He immediately started to eye me up and down and started to ask me questions, name, where am I from, and in between talking to Rob like I wasn't even there. "I love your job Robert, What happened to his car, etc." "Sounds like you had a rough night, go clean up." I went to the bathroom with the go bag, I cleaned myself out and showered. When I got out of the shower, my clothes weren't on the floor by the bag. I figured that there would be fun tonight, so instead of wrapping myself in the towel, I dried myself off and exited the bathroom naked, with only my chastity device. "Oh your poor cock, we can take care of that if you want sweetie" Willam said covering his mouth with his finger tips and staring at the device. "No, I'm good, thanks though." I answered. "You enjoy being locked up?" he asked. "I just get more out of submitting, thats all." "Have you ever been locked up?" "Tied down, yeah, but not locked." "Thats good enough for us" he said leaving the room. Rob entered the room out of the shower with just a towel on, He looked just as I'd imagined, big belly, strong arms and tons of hair. He smirked and made a comment about how he knew I was a bitch, and sat on the couch in his towel, then undid his towel. His cock was soft, and looked small, but there was also a lot of hair. I'm used to the clean cut men of Weho and 10inchscorpions high ticket crew. "Willam is just preparing the room, but we can get started," he patted the couch next to him. I sat next to him and leaned in to go down on him, one hand rested on my back, and the other behind his head. His hand started lightly rubbing and exploring as I started to lick the tip of his cock, navigating his belly and his hair. His cock started to grow in my mouth until it was almost too big for me to reach his balls with my tongue. I gave it my best, now horny as hell and very curious what was in the room Willam was in. William came out and started to explore my ass with his hands, probing and seemed to be checking my clean up job. He spread my cheeks and dove in, tonguing my hole causing me to clench in surprise. His finger pushed his saliva into me and he continued to lube me up with his spit. "This one came prepared Rob," Willam said taking a breather, "His ass is delicious." Rob grunted to acknowledge him, slapped my face full of his cock and said, "he just gave you a compliment trucker bait" I lifted my head and thanked William and then added, "It's Straightbait". "The fuck?" Rob said pulling me fully off his cock and spitting in my mouth. "The fuck you mean." His spit was surprisingly clean and not fowl like I've had before. "On porn websites, I'm Straightbait" "That sounds like our night got a lot more interesting." Rob said, turning on the large screen TV across the room, then reached over me to grab the bluetooth keyboard. He pulled up my videos and after a quick search, clicked on one of my gang bangs. He pulled me off his cock, and lifted me up by the throat. My hole was wet and cold, his cock was wet and ready. He placed me down on his cock, facing him, William was behind me, guiding his cock into my ass. Not the biggest by far that I've had but my hole was happy to be filled again. He hugged me close, my head on one side of his. William walked around the couch and shoved his cock in my mouth standing behind the couch and rob who was slowly moving his cock in and out. My chastity device was pressing into his stomach and seemed uncomfortable for the both of us. Rob grabbed my hair and pulled me off Willams cock. Grabbed me by the throat, clasping both hands on either side of my neck and lifted me, choking me, airborne and walked with me like a rag doll to a dark room. He placed me on my feet, the floor was cold, and I could feel it's roughness. A light turned on over a torn up car and Rob went to the wall, grabbing bolt cutters off a rack. "that thing comes off, But you're still not cumming slut," rob said. He used the bolt cutters to tap my inner thighs making me spread my legs. He placed it on the small lock and snipped it off. Grabbed my whole cock and device and painfully pulled it off me. He then twisted my arm behind my back and bent me over like a prisoner unable to see where I was being taken. We walked to a room where he pushed me into a sling, grabbed my ankles and locked them to the chains on either side. "What were you on in the gangbang, meth?" "no" I answered. "GHB? What was it slut" he said gripping my balls. "Xanax if anything." I answered. "If anything?" he said pulling me by my balls. "I just like poppers and I'm good" "Well no shit, thats impressive" Another TV turned on to our right. William picked another video. "Hey Rob, Did you notice his ass?" "What about it?" he said shoving a thumb into me, a nail scratching on it's way in. "He looks like one of Michaels." William said choosing a 10inchscorpion video. "No fucking way, Mikey?" Rob asked. "You know a boy by the name 10inchscorpion?" "Yes sir, I've met Michael." I said, my head back, enduring the assault on my hole. "You've met him!? he let you see him?" "Yes sir." "Damn you must be special, or a damn good fuck." Rob said pulling his fingers out, then slapped my ass. "You, you guys know him?" I asked. "Know him? HA, we pozzed him little one, Little Mikey is all grown up." Rob spit on his cock and pressed it into my ass again, starting what was going to be a long night.

Another repost from the bareback bible. Hey Guys Though I've been a member of this list for a while, I don't think I've ever posted anything other than a profile. I had an experience this weekend that was well worthy of sharing. First, I'll let you know that I'm a 28 year old, clean-cut, white-collar, jock-boy. I have a 9 inch dick, a bubble ass that's often described as "sweet" and I'm a preppy white boy. I'm usually a top and haven't really done anything outside of the "vanilla" category. I've recently become a lover of bareback sex. I'm tested regularly and have always been NEG. I realize that many may question my actions, but what can I say...I get off on skin to skin sex. End of discussion! I met a guy online Sunday afternoon. We agreed to meet and see how it went. I must admit, I was pleasantly surprised upon arriving at his home. He was about 40 years old, maybe 5'8", kind of stocky build, INCREDIBLE legs, bright green eyes, and dimples...a really rugged, handsome guy. He had already sent a pic of his cock, so I knew what he was packing. He was about 8 cut and thick. He had a great head on it, too! We talked and eventually ended up in the sack. At the beginning of the encounter he was a pretty easy-going guy, laughed a lot and had a great attitude. We smoked some pot and I explained that weed usually loosened me up and made me very horny. He explained that it made him a little more animalistic and more aggressive. Guys, he wasn't kidding! Once the lights were dimmed he became a different person. It was obvious he had a darker side and he was driven by the thought of using the hole of a guy that usually played top. He had me on my hands and knees with my ass high in the air like a bitch waiting to be bred. He rimmed me for a while and used his spit to open me up, gently started working his fingers into my hole. I started sniffing poppers and anticipating what was to be an incredible fuck! Eventually I felt the head of his cock at the opening of my hole. Within about 60 seconds he was buried to the hilt. I felt a mixture of pain and total ecstasy! He let it sit for a moment then started to slowly rock back and forth. My ass was still kind of tight, so each time he pulled out and pushed back in it kind of hurt...not that he cared much. He was mumbling something about using his pre-cum as lube. Having him talk dirty to me the entire time made it a bit more bearable. He continued to refer to me as his new hole. After about 10 minutes I was in desperate need of lube so we took a break, smoked more pot and changed positions. He put me on my back, stuffed a pillow under my ass and gave me a giant hit of poppers. In one thrust he was inside again. Guys, I can't describe the look on his face, but it was so fucking erotic to watch this incredibly handsome guy's expressions. I know you bottom boys know what it's like to watch a guy's face as his cock snakes it's way up your chute. I was really getting off on his facial expressions alone. Then he started talking again. He called me everything from his boy-pussy to his bitch. He talked about how he was going to knock me up and how much he wanted his juice to circulate in my system. Throughout this entire scene I realized that he had taken me from a vanilla top to his uninhibited bottom pig-boy. It's amazing the effect he had on me! By now I really was convinced I was his bitch! After some very intense fucking I felt his dick start to stiffen. For a minute or so it kept getting harder and harder and I felt as if he was literally busting my guts open. His eyes rolled into the back of his head and I was convinced he would cum at any moment, but he continued to fuck me deep and long. Fifteen or twenty minutes later I hit my extreme high; the pot and poppers had totally consumed me and my ass had truly became the fucked-out hole he wanted it to be. I was so relaxed that I could feel his pipe sink all the way in and go even further into that second ring of my ass. Dudes, TOTAL HEAVEN! As he got closer he asked where I liked for a guy to spray his jizz. In between thrusts and pants I asked if he was neg or poz...he smiled a nasty grin and said that at this point it didn't matter; he had already come in me once. As my drugged up brain tried to comprehend what he had just said, I started feeling his cock swell, once again becoming like a steel rod. That's when it hit me that he had actually shot in me 20 minutes earlier and hadn't even told me OR stopped fucking. Without me saying another word he took his hands and spread my legs and feet further apart, buried his tool deep and shot his second seed. It was too intense for me to hold off any longer. The idea that I had already unknowingly taken his sperm pushed me over the edge. With a head full of pot and poppers and an ass full of semen I shot all over my chest and face. After it was all over and I was cleaning up I asked him again if he was NEG or POZ. His exact response was, "You'll have to wait and see. Either way, time will tell." I spent the rest of the evening and all of this morning wondering if I've been inducted into the club. I have to admit, I'm not a chaser and usually if I know a guy is POZ I will ask him not to unload in me. I know I've taken some POZ loads, but I always end up staying NEG. Don't get me wrong, I'm not complaining - I'm just wondering if and when my luck will change. I'll be tested in a few weeks and let you guys know the results. In the meantime, I'm suppose to get together with this guy again tomorrow evening!