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Alright you all wanted it, so heres a short part two, from the hubbys perspective. Wasnt exactly sure on how to write this but hey heres to trying Part 2, The Hubby Today's the day, we've talked about it for a while now. Today we make it reality, unfortunately I have to work but realistically it just adds to the fantasy. He's gonna go to the spot we talked about, it's in a run down part of town, hardly anyone goes there. But I hear the cruising scene is strong, at least that's what this guy told me at the bar. He was a big muscle bear type, pretty sure hes a biker from the gear he was wearing. He was completely covered in tattoos I think to add to the look hes going for, scorpions, biohazard and lots of tribal. But he was friendly enough. We met at a local gay bar known for being a bit more, well kinky. We wanted to go out get some drinks and explore our kinks a bit more. I have a thing for putting on a show, letting people see just how I own a hole. Well after we got to the bar we sat together and had some drinks, after a while he wanted to go explore the bar and I figured id just save our seat at the bar, thats when he introduced himself to me. We chit chatted some. He asked me what I was looking for here. Maybe it was me having to much to drink but I told him how im married and pointed out the husband. Told him how we want to meet up at a cruising spot to put on a show. Told him how I love being watched. This must have turned him on because he was rubbing his crotch and asking more questions. He asked if I ever let other guys fuck my man. I told him yeah, but only with protection. That it only happened a couple times. He told me that I need to let other guys breed him, that sliding into a freshly breed hole is the best feeling in the world. The drinks must be hitting me because i was instantly rock hard thinking about it. I told him that it definitely sounds hot, but he'd never go for it. He told me about a local cruising spot, that he would be willing to help make my fantasy come true. He said it's even marked on sniffies, that local bottoms always advertise when they get there, and guys come for the show. Or to breed what ever I want. "Tell you what you tell me your going and I'll make sure that you have an audience." I thought about it a bit and decided fuck it let's do it! I told him we'll be there this weekend. He handed me his number and headed out. Tho on his way out i saw him go to a couple of his buddies at least I assume they are since they have matching tattoos, and point over at my husband. Fast forward to now. I completely forgot that I had to work but figured I should be able to get out on time. So I figured fuck it let's do it. I told the husband it's a go, I told him about the spot i was told about. To post when he got there and wait for me ass up in one of the stalls and we'll put on a show. I headed to work and remembered what that guy from the bar said. So I shot him a text, saying "Hey were gonna check out that spot today, told him to wait for me ass up. That it'll make it more exciting, be on the lookout with sniffies he'll post once we're ready." "Perfect, I'll be on the lookout and let the boys know, maybe i can even pre-lube him ☣️" "Sounds hot man, I can't wait" Idk what that biohazard was about but I figured id just focus on work so I can get out on time. Hours passed I still had about an hour of work left when I got a text. "Hey me and the boys are ready, hope your serious about this" "Yeah tho it looks like I might be stuck a little late" "Don't make us wait too long, we've been needing some hole" I didn't get a chance to respond due to work getting crazy so I got back to work. I was busy for a few more hours but it finally died down enough for me to leave. I went to text my husband that I was finally ready to do it but when I checked my phone my heart sank. I had several texts. Husband: "Hey just got here, im gonna get in position for you, I even brought the cuffs to make it extra exciting see you soon ;)" Bear guy: " Hey are we still doing this?" "Did you guys flake on me?" "Oh looks like we're still on after all?" "Im lubing up your boy now where are you?" "His hole is calling my name, if you don't answer im gonna have to take care of him myself" "I see you wanna play games well I kept your boy plenty of company" Followed by a series of pictures of my husband, One of him arching his back showing off his hole, one of the bear fingering his hole with a condom covering his finger, One of my boys hole open and looked like it was dripping cum, Then one of him fucking my boy with a destroyed condom Then his hole dripping cum, with another guy pouring the contents of a used condom onto his hole "You took to long so we went ahead and put in a show for you, you better hurry up before he ends up getting gang raped" There were more pictures of random guys breeding him, most of which shared that same tattoo "Hey sorry I couldn't stay to see you but I gotta go, I went ahead and made a post for you guys on sniffies check it out 😈☣️" Followed by a link, I opened it and there was my man, bound, dripping cum, the post was asking for any guy to come breed him, to fill his hole with anon cum from the used condoms around the cruising spot. I didnt know what to think I was rock hard but also felt terrible, I rushed over to the spot. When I got there it looked busy there were people outside talking about a slut taking charged loads, that this is one hell of a conversion party. I went to walk in but there was a line, when I tried explaining I was the bottoms husband they laughed and said I married a slut, that ill still have to wait my turn. There was a guy ahead of me with a jar full of some white liquid that I could only imagine what it was, i heard him talking to his buddies about saving it for a special occasion. That they could just dip their dick in coat it in cum and use it as lube to rape the boys hole. I was sick but my dick was rock hard I was so conflicted. While I spent time debating what to do it the line was moving, before I knew it it was my turn. I saw him knelt over the toilet he looked defeated, but the sight was too hot I need to know what his hole felt like. The jar was still there tho mostly empty so I figured whats one more? I dipped my dick in lubed it up with anon cum dripping my own precum in the mix and slid in. It was the best feeling I've ever felt i didnt last long I slammed into him fucking him hard, trying my best not to make a noise, there was cum flying everywhere. Finally I breed him deep it was the best orgasm I've ever felt. I slowly pulled out and before I could even think of unlocking him the guy behind me pushed me out of the way and started raping his hole hard. He was crying into a gag but it was to hot to stop I just watched as him and 5 other guys raped his hole. I went back outside to clean myself up and gain my composure. By time I was done it was pretty empty outside of the one guy breeding him telling him how hes a dirty cum whore slut, asking how many poz loads he took. Then let out a roar breeding him yet again deep. Called him a slut again, and poured what little bit of cum was still in the yard directly into his hole and left. I didn't know what to say really or do so I just pretended to be shocked and apologized that this could of happened to him, I uncuffed him and he asked to just have some time alone and if he could just meet me at home. I agreed and went out to my car. I sent a text to the bear telling him how hot all of that was. But it's fucked up that he didnt ask for permission. He just responded with "Shut up I know you liked it. The guys were telling me how you joined in. Not to mention i got it on tape" I was shocked I didnt know what to say so I just drove home Part 3 coming possibly haha

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

The year was 2010. The dim glow of the laptop screen illuminated Darren’s face, casting shadows across his sharp cheekbones and the shaved contours of his head. At 42, he had mastered the art of discretion, his lean frame and clean-shaven jawline projecting an air of quiet confidence. But tonight, alone in his sparsely furnished apartment, he allowed himself a rare indulgence: scrolling through profiles on BBRTS. The anonymity of the platform was both thrilling and terrifying, a digital playground where his deepest desires could be explored without judgment—or so he told himself. His fingers moved methodically, clicking through profile after profile, until they paused at one whose private photos had been opened for him and a message just saying "Hi" had been received. There he was: profile name LoyalBrother. The man’s photos were artistically filtered but what emerged was a swimmer's physique with a layer of fat and a vascularity that hinted at a life lived boldly. Darren’s heart quickened as his eyes traced the curves of LoyalBrother’s body, his gaze lingering on the fat cut cock. But it was the status beneath the photos that caught his breath: ‘positive’. Darren’s fingers hovered over the keyboard, his mind racing. He knew what that meant. He’d seen it before, always scrolling past, always reminding himself of the risks. Darren had been barebacking for a few years now. At first only with guys who professed to be negative. More recently he had graduated to taking bare cock from undetectable guys believing that was even lower risk. Still, he drew the line a detectable guys. But LoyalBrother’s profile was different. There was something magnetic about him, a raw authenticity that drew Darren in despite his better judgment. After a moment’s hesitation, he began to type: “Flattered, but I don’t think we should hook up. Your status…” The response came quickly, as if Randy had been waiting. “I’m positive, yeah, but I can fuck you with a condom. No risk.” Darren’s breath hitched as he read the words, his chest tightening with a mix of desire and fear. He knew the risks, had been drilled into him since his early twenties. But LoyalBrother’s casual assurance was disarming, a challenge to the boundaries Darren had carefully constructed. His fingers trembled as he replied, “If we met, I wouldn’t trust myself to stick to that. I’d want you to cum in me.” The words felt like a confession, a secret he’d never voiced aloud. But there was something liberating about typing them, about acknowledging the forbidden thrill that had haunted his fantasies for years. LoyalBrother’s response was immediate, bold, and unapologetic: “Sounds like you’re into it. Come over.” Darren’s pulse pounded in his ears, his mind a whirlwind of conflicting emotions. He wanted to say yes, to surrender to the raw, unfiltered desire that LoyalBrother’s words had awakened. But fear held him back, a voice in his head whispering of consequences, of danger. “I’m tempted, but…” Darren’s fingers faltered as he typed, the ellipsis hanging in the air like an unspoken question. He thought of his righteous upbringing, of the years spent hiding his true self, of the carefully curated life he’d built. And yet, here he was, teetering on the edge of something reckless, something exhilarating. LoyalBrother’s tone softened, just a touch, as he replied: “No pressure. But if you ever want to talk..." Darren typed back a quick "Thanks." "By the way, your pics suck," LoyalBrother messaged, "If you ever want better pics taken, I’m a pretty good amateur photographer.” The offer was casual, almost offhand, but Darren sensed an underlying intent. It was true his pictures sucked. He had done his best to take them on his own in a mirror, but there was only so much he could accomplish. On the other hand, the setup seemed bound to tempt him into sex. And Darren didn't trust himself. The most he could bring himself to say by way of reply was that he'd think about it. Darren logged off, the screen fading to black, but his mind remained alive with images of LoyalBrother’s lean face, his body, the weight of him pressing Darren into the mattress. His hand drifted down to his cock, his fingers brushing against the fabric of his boxers as he imagined the other guy’s hands doing the same. He closed his eyes, letting the fantasy take hold—LoyalBrother’s raw heat filling him, the forbidden thrill of bare skin against bare skin, the unspoken longing for something more. His breath quickened as he stroked himself, his thoughts a tangled mess of desire and danger. He imagined LoyalBrother’s lips brushing against his ear, whispering filthy promises, his hands gripping Darren’s hips as he thrust deep inside him. The fantasy was intoxicating, a heady mix of fear and arousal that left Darren trembling. As he neared the edge, his mind lingered on the line between fantasy and reality, on the quiet ache of what could be. He thought of the unspoken power dynamics that had drawn him in, of the raw, unfiltered hunger that had awakened within him. And then, with a ragged gasp, he came, his release a messy, desperate spill into his hand. The room was silent afterward, the only sound Darren’s heavy breathing as he lay back against the couch, his heart still pounding. His mind was a blur of emotions—regret, longing, excitement—but beneath it all was a quiet, unspoken truth. He wanted more. Not just the fantasy, not just the thrill of danger, but something deeper, something real. The laptop sat closed on the coffee table, Randy’s profile a ghost in the machine. Darren’s hand rested on his chest, his fingers tracing the faint outline of his heartbeat. The city outside his window pulsed with life, a reminder of the world beyond his apartment walls. Darren took a deep breath, his thoughts lingering on the offer, on the unspoken promise of connection. He didn’t know what tomorrow would bring, but for now, he allowed himself to linger in the ache of what could be, the quiet, unspoken longing for something more.

I was about 23 when a sub buddy of mine invited me to this sex party called GBU in Brooklyn. He hyped it up with promises of unlimited free beer for just a $20 entry fee—a total bargain in NYC. The guy was always skittish, the type who needed a wingman for everything. I rolled up decked out in my bondage chest harness, fully expecting the vibe to match—and unfortunately it didn’t. The crowd was mostly these polished twink guys strutting in pricey designer jocks, nursing their drinks like they were too precious to get messy. The actual action was nonexistent, which started grinding my gears. I was about 2 beers into the night as my friend finally shows, buzzing with excitement. He grabs me another beer, urging me to chug the rest of mine. Obliging, I ask him where the bathroom is. With this devious smirk, he says, "Follow me," and guides me to a spot on the floor. He drops down to his knees and starts sucking my cock. I'm all for a good BJ, no complaints. However he sees me starting to do the pee pee dance, and says "Just piss in my mouth." Unfamiliar with any protocol in this scene, I revert to my natural state. So I grab his hair with one hand, slap his face with the other, and start pissing all over his face while saying in a deep commanding voice, "You fucking disgusting faggot, drink my piss like the bitch you know you are." Apparently, I must have spoken the secret phrase because the next thing I know, three other guys instantly join me in drenching my friend in their piss. I'm fucking his mouth with my balls slapping against his chin as my beer-piss pours out of his mouth and down his shaved chest. He looks up at me with some other guys piss pouring all over his face, and there it was—the look of pure bliss. After a few years of knowing him, he finally admitted to himself what kind of a faggot he really was. As I kept verbally degrading him, I force him to turn around and shove my cock up his scrawny, hairy ass while a few other guys start to drench him as well. I command him to thank them for their generosity while making him admit what a filthy faggot he is. Over and over again, he admits to a small room of guys what a filthy faggot he is as I clap and slap his cheeks red, ensuring his submission is complete. As I make him beg for my load pounding the shit out of him, I eventually cum in his ass and then force him to the floor while keeping my foot on his chest. Saying, "A faggot like you gets up when I tell you to get up," then I spit in his face as I command some twink to fetch me another beer. I keep him there on the floor with his body covering the drain, making him turn his head and lick it up. This goes on for a while until he finally has to go himself. As he starts to leak, I kneel down, grab his cock, and make him piss all over himself while commanding him to drink. Again, my verbal charms electrify the room further as other guys drain their bladders all over him. Afterwards, he thanks me for giving him exactly what he needed, knowing his dirty secret will be safe with me.

It'll inevitably become a poz4poz scene when the unknowingly poz "neg" guy who thinks he's neg unknowingly transmits HIV to the neg partner.

Last Saturday, a stocky Irish guy—6'2" and pushing 220 pounds, 40-ish strolled into the bar. I noticed him eyeing me from across the room, so I sauntered over, locking eyes. Instinct kicked in; I grazed his left nipple, as I leaned in and whispered, "What are you staring at, faggot?" His whole body jerked like he'd been hit with a live wire—instant chills. We grabbed a few drinks, chatting casually, but my hand eventually wandered south, slipping into his pants for a "proper introduction." Damn, his shorts were drenched. I pulled back, smirking, and he flushed red, mumbling, "You kinda made me cum when you hit my nipple." I couldn't resist pushing it further. Sliding behind him, I teased him relentlessly—wetting my fingers and slipping them under his shirt while grinding against his ass, murmuring, "You're such a dirty faggot." I worked both nipples this time, twisting and pinching, and he trembled like he was unraveling. My filthy whispers only amplified it, drawing stares from my buddy behind the bar. Not one to be outdone, I guided his hand down my pants, demanding reciprocity. Eager as hell, we slipped into the dimly lit bathroom stall. Over the grimy toilet, I fucked his mouth until we were both spent. Jealousy hit me hard. How the hell do you unlock that kind of sensitivity—cumming from a mere touch? I'd be putty in the hands of any dirty-talking Dom who knew the trick. How?

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."

Several years ago, my husband had a hot massage therapist named Matt whom I had never met. My husband explained that Matt was a hot guy and that he and Matt usually talked about Matt's latest sexual conquests while Matt gave my husband massages. I never worried about my husband because he was a devotedly monogamous and he and Matt were both tops. I meanwhile was a bottom slut, getting fucked by random men behind my husband's back every chance I got. One night I was on an on-line hook-up app and ran across a top man who listed in his profile that he was also a professional masseuse. Matt crossed my mind, and I wondered if it might be him. I asked this guy where he was located, and he was in the University neighborhood where I knew Matt lived. My curiosity peaked, I finally asked this guy his first name and bingo, it was Matt! I walked a fine line as I told Matt, using a fake first name, that I was a horny bottom who needed to be fucked full of cum. I had no face pics on my on-line profile and Matt and I had never met in-person, but for obvious reasons, I did not want Matt to find out my connection to my husband. I was rock hard and super horny as I told Matt I loved anonymous sex and I had a fantasy to be fucked on a massage table with my face resting in the face cradle so the massage therapist would only see my head from the ears back and I would not be able to see his face. To be clear, that fantasy hit me for the first time in that moment, intensified knowing it was my husband’s massage therapist who would be doing the fucking without knowing it was me. Matt thought the scenario was fucking hot without knowing who I was, so I asked him if there was a way for me to arrive and enter his house and get in position on the massage table without him seeing me. Upon coming to a mutual understanding, I discreetly drove to Matt’s house that night while my husband was at work. While it was dark out, I parked my car down the street so Matt would not see it. I quietly walked up the driveway, along the side of the garage, and around the back of the house to open French doors that Matt said would be waiting for me. I shielded my face the entire time in case Matt broke his promise and watched me approach his house. I walked in and the room was dimly lit by a few well-placed candles. There was also soft ambient music playing to set the mood. I stripped down, climbed up onto the massage table and placed my face in the cradle. After about five minutes, I heard Matt quietly walk into the room and as he stood at my feet, I felt his hands touching my legs and thighs and then moving up to my butt. I felt his hands spread my cheeks and his tongue on my pucker hole as I felt his stubble make contact with ass cheeks. I started moaning like a bitch in heat. It was not long before I felt the weight of Matt’s body climb onto the table and hover over me as I felt the head of his cock push inside of my hole, using his spit and saliva as lube. Matt’s cock was both bigger and fatter than my husband's and I heard him softly encourage me to breathe as I felt his full weight on top of me and his mouth right next to my ear. Matt sank his fat schlong fully inside of me and started fucking me, his thrusts steadily increasing until they drowned out the long-forgotten mood music. His cock clearly needed a hole to get off in and it was not long before I heard a moan and masculine grunt as the man dumped his seed deep inside of me. Matt eventually collapsed on top of me, leaving me pinned between him and the massage table with my face still in the cradle, until he eventually pulled out and quietly left the room, leaving me in a state of bliss, listening to the soft music, and reflecting on the best “massage” I had ever received. It was about 90 minutes later when my husband returned home from work. I heard him call to me from downstairs but patiently and silently waited as he climbed up the stairs to our bedroom. He was surprised and stopped in his tracks as he found me naked on our bed, me lying on my back with my legs up in the air and spread wide with a fat dildo up my fuck hole. There was a bottle of lube strategically placed next to my ass, a brand name that was marketed as smelling, feeling, and tasting like cum. What my husband did not know is that I did not use any of that lube on my puffy hole prior to sticking the dildo in me. I did not need to because Matt’s cum was plentiful and allowed me to push the dildo inside with no effort. I slowly fucked myself with the dildo as my husband approached our bed. I pulled the dildo out of my ass as his face got close and I encouraged him to eat my puffy pussy. He did as instructed and his mouth and tongue were on my ass where Matt’s had been a short time before. As my husband ate my used hole, I pushed a smidge of Matt’s cum out and asked him how the lube tasted. He told me he could not believe how much it tasted like the real cum. With that I pushed out hard, dumping Matt’s huge load inside of my oblivious husband’s mouth. I could not help but say “sorry…I think I used too much lube," but my husband unknowingly gobbled down all of Matt's cum. At that very moment, I thought of Matt’s load finding a new home in my husband’s stomach. I also thought of Matt telling my husband at his next massage appointment about the huge load he anonymously dumped up a stranger's hole, on the very massage table my husband was lying on and getting a massage, both of them oblivious to the fact that it was me. The thought pushed me over the edge and I shot one of the largest fucking loads of my life! As my breathing started to return to normal and I started to experience post-nut clarity, I realized how fucking hot it was to feed my oblivious husband another guy’s cum without him knowing it...I started to think of other kinky and creative ways I could do it again!

Like all folks on here, we like it raw. Well last night, I hopped on Sniffies, found a nice black btm boy at UC who was in the mood. Sadly, when I arrived, he handed me a rubber and bent over. Immediately I was turned off but I was horny and respected his wishes. I reluctantly slid the rubber on, spat on his hole and lined my cock up to his hole. He Immediately tensed up asking for lube to which I responded " I don't bring lube since I normally fuck raw and spit or cum is all you need" and then I plunged in. Yeah, I prolly hurt him (bot that I cared too much seeing that that I was asked to wear a rubber) but after about 30 seconds and pulling out, he reached back and "we good if I take this off?". I of course was happy to oblige (.ostly bc the rubber snapped when I first put my cock in) and dumped a load in his ass a few minutes later. I know I did some damage but like a good boy. He cleaned my cock and balls. He also asked for another round if I promised to be just as rough...

Drew and I fucked his Dad for the first time a couple of weeks age. Ever since the first time I watched him fuck Drew I couldn’t keep my eyes off his arse as he was thrusting into Drew’s hole. he’s a bit younger than me with a beefy and very hairy arse. We got him over and relaxed him with a few whiskeys. I put him face down on the bed and opened his legs. I buried my face in his crack. He smelled so fukkin masculine. I mounted him and went balls-deep. I fucked him for only about 5 minutes before I shot my load in him. I pulled out and Drew mounted his Dad. It was so fucking horny watching my boy fuck his Dad. he shot a big load in him which ran out his hole and over his balls. I had to bury my face in his crack again and eat Drew’s sperm from his hole. He’s coming over again tonight. I’ve told them I want them to spit roast me. I don’t care who cums in my hole and my mouth I just want father and son to cum in me at the same time.

You can sometimes make them work by keeping at it. I can't guarantee this will work for you, but......I used to have a fuck buddy, a hot surfer boy in San Francisco when I lived there. I used to get together with him monthly or so. I always played with his tits, even though he told me when we first met that they didn't work. We played regularly for about 5 years or so and the last time I played with him before I moved away he said "I really have to thank you for making my nipples work." It was one of the nicest things anyone ever said to me. 😄

Mine are hard wired as fuck. I love it. Getting them pulled/chewed/sucked/twisted makes me instantly hard and I begin to leak a river of precum. I have cum from having them properly worshipped. I love being with another guy who's like me so we can work each other's nips over hard.

I think it won't work. Lots of guys who are poz got it from a guy who didn't realise he had it yet.

Mine was from fooling around with my best friend when we were like 10-12. We would fuk, and me being a dumbass 10yo thought to cum it was just like peeing, so I pissed in my friend's ass..much to his dismay. lol He didn't like it because he kept leaking after were done playing. I never tried that again.. but he got his revenge. We entered Jr high school when we were 11 and 12, me being the oldest. We had to do the dreaded PE class thing..It was mandatory that you had to shower after. That first time with 50 other preteen boys playing nude in the showers, well steve came up behind me and started pissing all over my backside. I never even realized it at first until i noticed that others boys were looking and laughing at me, and just as i turned around an opened my mouth to yell at him, I got the full stream. I started spitting and gaging and ran to shower nozzle wash my mouth out.. it was probably more for show than anything because as soon as it hit my mouth, about every kid went 'Ewww'! and resumed laffing. I've always had a thing about being pissed on ever since..haven't ever shared it with anyone, but been many times that I get in the bath and let er rip!

I guess you could say I had four “firsts” Fantasy (clearly I was a late bloomer compared with all of you who started so early) ..my first boy friend was back home the summer out of college (1977) very vanilla- I was a bottom and he spent the summer fucking me … in the fall I moved to Boston - but we stayed in touch … phone calls … I guess this is how I started my thing with phone sex … a lot of times kind of late after I had had a drink or two… and I am not sure where it came from (maybe the need for phone sex to be a bit more extreme than physical sex) I started begging him to piss on me Just over the phone … never did anything for real … until…. Taking it In The Ass skip forward to the mid 90s at the Ramrod (Bostons leather bar) get picked up by this guy (I remember he worked for Tiffany’s… in their display department… and he was in town helping yo open a new store) who takes me back to his hotel room ( side bar …. Any conversations on here about hotel sex??? I love it … had a good streak going for awhile in my younger days …was hoping to trick in every hotel in Boston) anyway .. it was hot - the guy fucked me (raw … didn’t ask just did it) and then kept his dick inside me and then (also without asking) started pissing up my ass - it made me feel like a total faggot bitch….. I loved it Drinking It /Feeding It A year or two latter …. Hooked up with this cute younger guy ( grad student… at Harvard Divinity School) at a show tunes bar in Bay Village - not sure how it came up …. But I remember driving back to my place and really needed to piss …. So he leans over … takes my dick out and I piss down his throat while I am driving ….. we get to my place … strip down and get in the shower - spent the next hour or so drinking each others piss (before I took him to bed and fucked him…. It was really hot Pissing IN An Ass Several years later- met a guy on line (Recon I think) and arrange to go to his place … about 1-1/2 hours away…. I polish off about a liter of Diet Coke on my way down (I find Diet Coke great for WS as it goes through my bladder pretty quick) Get there and he is on his knees In his front hall … “naked” - save for a hood … collar, and wrist restraints he drinks a bit “straight from the tap” and then I lead him too his bedroom… tie his wrists to his headboard - and get a bit rough with him. …. Then give him a nice long fuck … and after cuming in him. … let the plumbing switch over, as it were, and then empty my very full bladder into him OMG … it was Amazing!!! It felt like I was cumming the whole time I was pissing in his ass … and as I had a very full bladder … it felt like this two minute orgasm ( what I would give to experience that again) Pity it’s hard to find guys into WS here in Boston

That’s a fine breedable boy ass. You’d definitely be in danger at that party

Nobody wanted her in 2016. She was handed the primary this last election and still lost. The whole “America is racist” and isn’t ready for a black wan leader when Obama won 2 terms… it’s fucking tiring. Then saying people wouldn’t vote for Pete bc he is gay. Is ridiculous. She will never admit to the reasons why she lost. if she did run again, she’d lose no doubt to Newsom. And god I hope he doesn’t fucking run either

"...by that point the cum was running out of me and down my legs. still wanted more. is there any going back? i think not. anyone else like this? where does it lead?" I've been used like that many times, espeically at CumUniion sex parties (somewhere on here is a write up about me at one of them back in like 2017). THe bigger question to yours is why would you want to go back? The feeling of being bred by other men is a massive high. Walking out of a sex club with the DNA laden loads leaking out of my used hole was always a great high. Where does it lead? Any place you want it to go: sex parties, sex clubs, sex resorts...all the penis a bottom could want...

Yes, i cum from just useing my nipples!!! Eraser size nubs, wirerd too holes!

(Continued) During work the following week Steve would over in the kitchen and grin. The blond muscle boy wrestler with chiseled features and a hot cock knew he had secured a regular hole for his hot juice. As Friday approached, I could not focus on work or school, only the thought of his bare rod thrashing my hole, leaving me exhausted and dripping cum as I walked to the bathroom. Classes ended and I arrived at work on Friday at 4pm for my shift. Steve parked his truck in the back parking and entered the back door with his leather duffel slung over his muscular shoulders. Coming from wrestling practice, he was in his tight shorts and wife beater highlighted his tiny waist, meat hanging to the left in his shorts, and his developed chest with nips poking through the thinly veiled shirt. The total young blond stud had arrived. He quickly went into the bathroom and changed into his work cloths; boots, jeans, t-shirt and hat. He emerged from the room oozing sex. He entered the galley, got prepared to cook, smirked and asked, what’s up for after work? I responded, “My uncles cock.” I taunted him, “You?” He whispered, “Your hole.” I responded, “let’s get the meat out to the guests.” Thoughout the night we cooked, got sweaty and grimy in the heat, and moved closer to shutting down. As we cleaned the grills, restocked the meat, and employees exited, I began to prepare for the inevitable. I entered the walk-in freezer, he quickly followed in behind, and grabbed my ass and fingered my hole. As he did he whispered in my ear, “you ready to fuck again?” I said, “I’m still sore from last weekend, but my hole would luv to rap around your man meat.” He smiled and said, let’s go. After we finished we got into our vehicles and headed for my uncles house. Fifteen minutes later we were at his front door. I had warned him that I would try and get him to the house after work, he answered the door in his jeans and a tank top. More business than pleasure, with a lowered voice he said, “Come on in.” He pointed to the sofa and on the TV playing was hardcore raw group action. On the coffee table was whiskey, rocks glass and poppers. We quickly poured some neat triple shots of whiskey and leaned back on the sofa. My uncle said, “Put yourselves at ease.” Entering his bedroom he left us alone. I quickly downed the whiskey and reached to massage Steve’s cock only to discover him hard as a rock, ready to fuck. I began to rub his destoyer. Suddenly, there stood my uncle in a leather harness with his massive cock hanging down waiting to be serviced. At that moment my hole tightened and then began to twitch. He looked at us both and commanded us to strip. Without a second thought I was bare and Steve quickly followed, his rock hard wrestler cock at full attention. The leather stud now demanded that we head to the basement. I knew then we were going to the dungeon and the sling was barking my name. I began to ooze thinking of the sling, the images on the walls, the mirrors and the cameras. The blond wrestler, my leather stud uncle and myself. Not wanting to waist any protein, I wrapped my fingers along my precum cock and then licked the protien from my fingers. A foretaste of the gusher of cum I knew would be funneled down my throat and lodged deep in my ass.

The Temple of Pain and Pleasure The Sunday after hearing from the Crone, Dimitri and Conrad, with their new boy Rory in tow, appeared at the door of the Böse Buben club house in a deserted corner of old East Berlin. The street was quiet, and the building appeared residential and slightly run down. Dimitri knocked and a powerfully built leatherman opened the door, a fraction, and then he opened it wide and wrapped the three of them in an embrace. “Welcome Brother Dimitri and Brother Conrad, we’ve been waiting to meet you for a while” he exclaimed through a thick German accent. Then he bent down and gave Rory a deep kiss, cupping his perfect little ass, “And you must be the little pig Rory I’ve heard so much about,” he stated, “Save me and my brother a fuck between that perfect ass for later, jah?” He led them into the club, which was packed, and through a door hidden behind the bar. They entered a hall with dim red lights lined on all sides with small alcoves of men engaged in every form of sex. The air was warm and sticky, and the odor of piss, Tina smoke, cum, poppers, and sweat was intoxicating. The hall continued, and Dimitri noticed that they were gently tilting down. Finally they reached a doorway guarded by another giant German. “This is my twin brother. He and I would like to show Rory a very good time while you visit with the Great Stag,” their guide said, “May we have use of your boy for a while?” Conrad smiled, “Rory is not our slave, so he will decide.” Rory grinned and stepped forward, and placing his hands on the fat bulge of the German hulk guarding the door, he began making out with him. Dimitri grinned, “I somehow already knew the answer to that question.” Their guide led them forward and they left Rory making out with the doorman. In his last glimpse of them, Dimitri sawthe German already had Rory’s pants off and was busy putting several shards up Rory’s perfect pink cunt. On the other side of the door was another long hall, but this one was wide. On the right were alcoves covered in white and gold fabrics, with golden torches between them. From this side came cries of ecstasy and pleasure, and they could glimpse men of all shapes and sizes fucking, fisting, and sucking with gusto. To the left, the alcoves were covered in dark leather, and in them there was sounds of men in a mixture of pain and pleasure. They saw men with hollowed out holes being piston fucked to the armpit, others strung up with rock hard cocks as their masters hung impossible weights from their balls, in one alcove, as they walked by, they caught sight of two beautiful twinks with their backs being flayed with cruel whips, and other alcoves were so dark they could not see only hear the dark sexual things happening inside After a long walk, they reached a great wooden door with two huge horns for handles. At this their guide paused, “This is the great hall of the Great Stag,” he said solemnly, “Few men in our brotherhood, and fewer mere mortals, have been inside.” He paused and said, “When you open these doors, you will be greeted by the Eudaemon, Lars and Anders, who are servants of Dionysus. Please pardon me, I am late for a party with a very hot little Scottish stud.” The giant twink practically ran down the hall to get back to his brother and Rory. Dimitri and Conrad stood and looked at each other. Then each man squared his shoulders and grabbed a handle of the enormous door pull it open. On the other side was a great hall, which went on so far in the dim torchlight that they could not clearly make out its end. They were greeted by the sight of two of the most beautiful young men they had ever seen, with white skin the color of Grecian marble, and bright blue eyes and pale blond hair. “We are Lars and Anders and we are servants of Dionysus,” the two said in unison. Conrad admired their perfectly muscled physiques and big fat cocks. The young men were perfectly hairless from the neck down, and each wore nothing but a pair of sandals and small diamond tit jewelry that pierced their perfect nipples. Their fat, veiny, blue-veined cocks also sported beautiful gleaming diamond PAs. Each of the boys approached the men, and kissed them on the lips. Conrad gasped—he heard Dimitri do the same—as his cock shot up rock hard. Kissing them was like touching sex itself, and both men were monetarily dazed with feelings of pleasure. Each boy led a stud into a large alcove of to one side. And as they continued to make out they reverently disrobed them, kissing them, admiring their beautiful chests and tatattos. They each took the men’s boots and pants off, and worshiped their muscular legs. Then with uncanny coordination they removed their tight straining jocks and deep throated Conrad and Dimitri’s huge cocks at the same time. Seconds later both men through their heads back shouting as they came, a wave of powerful ecstacy washing over them. Both men remained rock hard as the twins began giving them a increíble blow job that led to increasing waves of ecstacy. Then abruptly they stopped. The twins turned silently and opened two boxes, one with a fiery dragon and the other a silver fox enameled on top. “These belong to you, Brother Dragon and Brother Woof,” they said in unison. “You left them last time you visited in your former human bearers.” They turned and began to fit arm bands of platinum with designs worked in precious stones to the powerful biceps of each man, and then, engulfing the men’s powerful cocks in their mouths, they attached beautiful jewelled cock rings around the base of their cocks and balls. As they stood up and kissed the men, the men felt the bands subtly adjust and resize to fit their bodies perfectly. Lars and Anders led the big top men down the long hall. Much as outside, there were scenes of sex of all kinds—dark and light—happening in every alcove. But here everything was mixed together, as if they lines between pain and pleasure were unstable. As they passed one alcove, they pointed, “I think young Rory is enjoying himself.” Inside, one of the German twins was pile driving Rory’s perfect hole while Rory gorged himself on the other’s mamoth German cock—they weren’t wrong, Rory looked like he was in pig heaven. Finally, as they began to reach the end of the room they could make out the Great Stag. He was a big black man, a giant of man, and his insanely big cock was so long and thick it rested on special stool. Kneeling at the end of the stool was a huge white muscle guy, whose mouth constantly took in the steady stream of fluids that leaked form the enormous shaft. As they approached, the stag tugged on a chain in his right hand and the muscle stud moved forward, and has the Stag sighed, the muscle pig began gulping as the huge demigod emptied his bladder. The Great Stags body was increíble, huge and muscular, and he reclined in a throne-like chair with his legs splayed while a gorgeous young twink worshiped his asshole. The Stag smiled at them, his teeth flashing white in his dark face. “Welcome, brothers,” he said, gesturing widely, “Have a seat and partake of the pleasure of this Great Temple while we converse.” Lars and Anders led them over to identical chairs arranged in a kind of council circle to that of the Great Stag. As they relaxed into them, their legs splayed, out of the shadows came men who were just their types—long-limbed Latinos for Conrad and twinks for Dimitri, and as Lars and Anders began to blow them both—each of them gasping with ecstasy at the first touch of the Eudaemon’s mouths to their cocks, some of the men dived under and began worshiping Conrad and Dimitri’s assholes. Other offered them wine from goblets and fruit from their hands. And when Lars and Anders turned to open their hole and settled down to ride their cocks, other of the men lube up their fists and began riding up and down each of the man’s arms. As they settled into waves of pleasure they saw that the muscle man who been drinking from the Stags hose was riding the Great Stags huge fist while a tiny twink, no more than 18 or 19, face lost in a fog of pain and ecstasy, rode the Stags huge dildo-cock from tip to base. Soon, all three men settled back as if in a trance. The next thing Conrad and Dimitri knew, they were in that familiar forest from a year earlier. Only now they were together with the Great Stag around a fire in the dark woods. “Welcome, Brothers,” the Greats Stag said, “When we leave this place you will remember everything that’s happening to your bodies and now at the same time, takes a minute to adjust but I think you’ll enjoy both sets of memories.” The Great Stag then introduced them to the history of their Brotherhood. How as Bearers they would live for hundreds and even T housands of years. How after tonight, they would gather a Coven in their home city and that the Stag would send an older Bearer to assist them. He also spoke of some of the great mysteries of the cult, that they would eventually find lifetime Companions who would live very very very long lives, but would not be nearly as eternal as they were. He spoke about how, with intention, when they came inside a man they could make him theirs by simply willing to own that man as they impregnated him with Dark Seed. He spoke of the great love they would feel for their companions, and the agony of their inevitable death. It was also the first time that they learned of the supranatural size to which their cocks would grow during ceremonial sex, and how their cum could heal the wounds they must first inflict on the bodies of their ceremonial partners. He then invited them to rejoin their bodies in enjoyment of the pleasure of flesh. And they did. While both Conrad and Dimitri came into their bodies again at the same time, we will tell this story from Conrad’s view. Conrad came back into his human consciousness and for the first time experienced the weirdness of having two sets of memories from the same period of time. He realized he had to somehow store them as distinct, so he tried. His body, currently, was railing one of the twins, Anders—of course he knew the difference between them now, as he felt his access growing tothe Wolf’s knowledge. He leaned down and made out, whispering, “Fuck Anders, your hole is always such delicious.” Anders grinned and sent a wave of pleasure coursing through Conrad’s cock. “I am glad to see you have started to integrated the White Wolf Ulf’s knowledge,” Anders said, “Look up and see what Rory has been doing.” Conrad looked up and saw Rory was chained tightly to a pillar, his back several feet up against the stone while one of the twins held his legs and the other punched the perfect pink bubble ass all they to his huge German shoulder. Rory had been whipped brutally—he could see the unmistakable signs of a bullwhip wrapped around his torso. Both of his tits had large needles run through them and small weights dangled from the chain that ran between them. Dried blood showed other places he’d been pierced, and his body was covered in welt from canes, bite marks, and bruises from punches and slap. The minute Conrad took all of this in, Rory opened his eyes and looked straight into Conrad’s. They were black as midnight from a slam, but he shouted, “Feels so fucking good, Daddy.” Then Conrad saw that his veins glowed blue as he watched the progress of the huge muscular arm of one the twins through the fat-free stomach of the boy. “Rory wanted the ritual of pain so that he could take the Horn of Plenty during the Orgy of Dionysus,” Anders said, sending another wave of pure pleasure from his hole into Conrad’s swelling cock. Then Conrad remembered, the Horn of Plenty was the name for the gigantic monster cock possessed by those who occupied the office of Great Stag. The Stags cock had been a massive piece of meat during their conversations in the woods, but still human. And the Pain and the Orgy were the twin rites of worship of the twin gods he and Dimitri were now pledged to serve. And that meant he was going to experience a massive enlargement of his cock very soon inside the tiny little scandi twunk. A few seconds later, a tall wiry Latino came over holding a silver tray with several points as well as bottles of an electric blue liquid. He bowed low saying, “Lord Ulf, would you care to partake? You will be here many hours—your sacred cock and fists haven’t been on this earth for 100 years and many men are eager for you to use their holes.” Conrad selected a smallish point for himself, a much larger one for Lars, and a very large bottle of the blue liquid (the Great Stags’s cum was a drug more potent than ecstasy). He also selected another very large bottle. “Send that to Rory,” Conrad said, his eyes glowing blue from the Wolf, “Tell him, Daddy Conrad, His Lord Wolf, commands that he drink all of it and that he must take the twins’ massive shoulders inside his pighole. Tell him armpit deep isn’t acceptable, and he must take more. Or I will give him days of pain greater than he endured on behalf of our Dark Lord.” The man bowed, and Conrad spoke quietly, “Do Lars first, then me, and if you please me with your service, I shall find you and satisfy your need for deep punishment several time before we leave Berlin. I have a special arsenal of deep painful toys you will find most enjoyable.” A light when on in the young man’s eyes and he grinned and bowed, saying, “I would be most honored to worship the Dark Lord at your hand, my lord.” A few seconds later Lars and Conrad were flying, Conrad’s fist was now wrapped around his big cock as he plunged it into and out of the gorgeous little twink. With his fist wrapped around the base of his cock, he’d plunge both cock and fist in balls deep, then fan his fingers out as he pulled out. Anders was in pig heaven, his rosebud popping out every time, “Fuck, I’ve missed you Ulf, and Conrad, fuck you are one hot man.” Conrad grinned and pulled out, keeping his cock out of the boy. He proceded to punch fist Anders at top speed. Anders squealed and cried out, “Yes, Conrad, rape my godcunt. Fist me harder, Lord Ulf.” For about an hour and half, Conrad and Anders were locked into complete and utter animalistic sex. With every thrust of cock or entrance of Conrad’s fist into his hole, Anders sent waves of intense pleasure to his top. At one point Conrad looked up and saw that Rory was nearly glowing blue all over and that the twins were taking turns punching him to the armpit and then with only the slightest pause, pushing their big shoulders inside the little muscle pigs hole. Every time they did so, Rory cried out in a mix of pain and pleasure, but he kept begging them for more. That’s when he heard the sacred bells chime 13 times and then for the first time in this particular preppy, Northeastern hunky football body the White Wolf, Lord Ulf, truly stirred. For the first time his pentagram glowed red and his cock achieved its massive, slab-like size, stretching the little demigods cunt wide and deep. And Conrad and Dimitri were on the path to centuries of pleasure.

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.

The air in the apartment was electric, charged with anticipation as Jason and Jimmy lounged casually on the sleek, leather couch, their eyes gleaming with conspiratorial intent. The modern decor, with its clean lines and muted tones, provided a stark backdrop to the raw, primal energy that was about to unfold. Dan, their guest, stood by the window, his presence a testament to the transformation they had orchestrated. His once hesitant demeanor had morphed into a confident stride, his body language exuding a raw, unapologetic sexuality. "He's almost here," Jason murmured, his brown eyes flicking towards the door. His athletic frame was relaxed, but his voice carried an underlying tension, a predator's thrill at the impending hunt. Jimmy, his red hair tousled, leaned in, his green eyes sparkling with mischief. "Pete's a nervous one, but he's ripe. You'll see, Dan. He's been eating up every word we've fed him about the freedom we offer." Dan smirked, his fingers tracing the biohazard tattoo on his inner arm, a permanent reminder of his own conversion. "I remember being in his shoes. Scared, but curious. You two have a way of making it irresistible." The doorbell rang, shattering the silence. Jason and Jimmy exchanged a knowing glance, their unspoken pact hanging heavy in the air. Pete, a wiry figure with long black hair, stood at the threshold, his nervous energy palpable. His eyes darted around the room, landing on Dan, who greeted him with a smirk that was both welcoming and predatory. "Pete, right?" Dan's voice was low, his tone laced with a promise of things to come. "How long have you been fucking with these two?" Pete's voice shook slightly as he replied, "A few weeks. They said this was a four-way with an old friend..." His words trailed off as he took in Dan's confident stance. "Let's get comfortable," Jason said, moving to remove Pete's clothes. Jimmy and Dan shucked what little they had on and soon all four of them were naked and exploring each other's bodies with their hands and each other's mouths with their tongues. Jason broke the silence, "Dan here is one of our prodigies, aren't you?" Dan smirked and nodded. "Dan, why don't you lay on the couch and show Pete what we turned you into." Dan lay on his back, with his hands behind his head, raising his knees to display the slack hole that spoke of countless encounters, and the tattoo on his inner arm that marked him as one of them. Jimmy stepped forward, his muscular frame commanding attention. "Look at Dan, Pete. Really look." His voice was firm, yet held a note of encouragement. Dan spread his legs further, offering himself up as a living testament to their lifestyle. The room fell silent, the only sound the soft sound of Jimmy and Jason stroking their cocks. Jason's voice cut through the tension, his tone sharp and demanding. "How many guys have come in that hole in the last year, Dan?" Dan's smirk widened, his eyes glinting with pride. "Over a thousand, probably. These two gave me the freedom to become this when they pozzed me." His words hung in the air, a challenge and an invitation. Pete's eyes widened, his breath hitching as he processed the implications. Fear and arousal warred within him, his body responding despite his reservations. Without a word, the fucking began. Jimmy slid into Dan and then Jason worked his way slowly into Pete. Bodies pressed together, skin against skin, a symphony of moans and gasps filling the room. Dan kept his eyes on Pete, his movements confident and deliberate, enticing Pete into the depths of their shared desire to submit themselves to raw cock and milk out the cum. Jason and Jimmy watched, their eyes gleaming with satisfaction as Pete's resistance crumbled, their cocks thrusting in unison. The room became a blur of flesh and sweat, the air thick with the scent of sex and surrender. As the scene reached its climax, Pete's breath hitched, his body arching as he surrendered to the overwhelming pleasure of Jason cummimg deep in his hole. His eyes met Dan's, and in that moment, understanding passed between them. Pete's resistance was no more; he had crossed the threshold, initiated into their world. In the aftermath, as they lay tangled and spent, Pete's voice was barely a whisper. "Thank you." His words trembled with newfound understanding, his body still buzzing with the echoes of their collective hunger. Jason and Jimmy exchanged a satisfied glance, their mission accomplished. Dan, the mentor, smiled, his role in Pete's transformation complete. The circle was closed, the initiation ritual fulfilled. This was who they were, architects of desire, masters of transformation. And in this moment, as they lay entwined, sweat-slicked and sated, they knew they had given Pete the greatest gift of all: freedom to embrace his own desires. As the sun set, casting long shadows across the room, they remained in the glow of their orgasms. This was their truth, their reality, and they embraced it with open arms, ready to welcome the next initiate into their fold.

Well bare is simply the best, the feeling, the sound, the look, the potend horny smells. I just love and only fuck bare. If a bottom wants me to rubber up before fucking him I walk away. I never ever have any condoms with me. These are my cock/bare fuck pictures.

It was a few hours later when I finally awoke. I was on my bed, nude. A towel was stretched beneath me, and it was mostly damp from me sweating profusely. I struggled to sit up and as my eyes adjusted to the darkness in my room I realized it must be night time. I was hit with a wave of nausea, and I struggled to jump off the bed. Just barely I made it to the toilet and began throwing up, hard. Thankfully there wasn't much in my stomach, so after the first heave or two it was mostly just my stomach trying desperately to react in the way my brain was asking it to. I felt a hand on my upper back, right between my shoulders, and my head snapped up in shock. "It's okay, just remember to breathe." It was G, there in my bathroom. He was kneeling beside me as a final heave caused my head to fly forward and down. I grabbed a bit of toilet paper and wiped my mouth and nose, and flushed it all down the toilet. Gerry helped me to my feet, though I was wobbly and unsteady. I felt gross, sweaty all over, exhausted, and my ass was as sore as I had ever felt it. I had broken flashes of us in the woods, me on my back accepting cock into my ass. I began to lose my balance and I fell forward gently up against G. At that moment my eyes began to focus and I realized I was up against his hairy chest, my eyes looking just below my head at his POZ chest tattoo. My eyes drifted down and in that moment I realized we were both naked. In the time I had been asleep, G had apparently texted Dirk--who knew where I lived--and gotten a destination for where to take me. He had fished my house keys from my soiled shorts in his backpack, and had managed to carry that and me into my apartment. He had carried me back to my bedroom, fetched a towel, and laid me out. He had pulled the clothes he had lent me off and, with our pile of soiled clothes and his spare outfit as well, started a quick load of laundry to clean them all up. I didn't realize it in the moment, but he had also lifted my legs and removed the butt plug from my ass. I stood there, braced up against him. Slowly he shuffled us over to the shower, and he reached inside and started the water. He held his hand out, checking the temperature, and when it was just warm enough to not be hot for me, he helped me in, following me right behind. He slid the glass door shut and held me against him, my back on his chest as the water cascade down on me. Reaching forward, he grabbed a bar of soap and gently began rubbing it all over the front of me. He stepped back just a bit and then began soaping up my back. With a sufficient lather worked up, he stepped forward again and slowly rocked himself against my back, cleaning his own chest in the process. I felt his cock beginning to rise between my ass cheeks, and as he returned the soap to the hanging shelf beneath the showerhead, he grabbed the shampoo bottle and squeezed a bit into his hand. He stepped back again and as he began to rub some into my hair, I felt his cock head rise up to meet my ass. He rinsed my hair, being careful to keep the soap from my eyes, and then again took the bar of soap in his hand. He dropped behind me, his right arm still reaching up and around my front, keeping me upright. He used his left arm to gently push my legs apart a bit and began soaping up my legs, my balls, and my cock. My ass however, was not to be soaped. He put the bar of soap on the shower floor in front of me, and using his free hand pulled my left ass cheek out, giving him a clear view of my hole. He dove in with his tongue and began cleaning around my hole. He spit a few times on my hole, but proceeded each time to use his tongue to swirl his saliva around. He pulled his face away and stood up behind me, but didn't release his grip on my left cheek. Instead, he positioned his rock hard member and slid most of the way into my ass in one go. I grimaced a bit and fell back on him, driving a bit more of his cock into my ass. He wrapped me up in a bear hug and began pile-driving my ass. Given it had been a few hours, he didn't last long, and I felt him pull me back against him as his hips thrust forward and his cum rocketed into my hole yet again. He remained hard, even as his thrusting subsided, and with a final couple passes under the showerhead, he turned off the water and opened the door. We stepped out of the shower together, him still buried in my ass. He grabbed a towel he had laid on the sink and proceeded to towel our torsos off. Needing to step back to dry our lower halves, he pulled back and yanked his cock out of my ass. I heard the sound of a glob of cum hit the floor, and as he toweled us off I felt him kiss both cheeks. With ourselves dried from the shower, and me still wobbly and warm, he guided me to the bed. He pulled off the damp towel I had woken up on, and gently laid me on the bed on my right side, crawling on himself and spooning himself up behind me. He slid his right arm through and under my right armpit, and pulled me close. He reached down and with his left hand guided his still-erect, hooded member to my ass; he slid it right up into me in one push and returned me to a bear hug in my bed. Gently he rocked his cock inside my ass, and I slowly closed my eyes and drifted off to sleep. He would deposit another three loads in my ass over the course of the night, never once slowing to cum, never withdrawing, and with the feverish heat radiating from my body never needing to put us under the covers.

I wake up later than I had wanted to. Kimmy has left for work for the day, I'm now alone at her house with her dad that was thinking of me when he masturbated last night. I grab my backpack and run across the hall to shower before I go down to their pool to sun and swim. I start the shower and rummage through my back and pull out my swim trunks. As I do this the rest of my clothes and my toiletries bag falls out. I put the clothes back in and notice I also packed my speedo. I throw it on the counter for later decision and grab my shampoo and soap out of my little bag and look at my douche...fuck it. I grab my douche as well and get into Kimmy's shower. I fully wash and clean myself and my hole, but really what's the chance her dad will fuck me today? I don't have condoms, no lube, but then again, I've yet to need either one as my exes were too shy to move past bj's, let's be honest though I was only with them as a means to fit in and be with someone my age, if people knew that what really turned me on was older me, like old, my dad's age would be the youngest that I'd want to be with. Too many 80's porn videos with Chad Davis were stolen when I house sat last year. I get out of the shower and rub lotion all over my body, it always feels very sensual when I do this. I look at myself in the mirror. Not overly hot I guess, but fit. I'm barely five and a half feet tall, scraggy brown hair, no body hair at all, chiseled chest and abs from being a very athletic teen, a cock that looks nice at 7 inches and a smaller thickness than most of my classmates had at full mast. My best assets have to be my thighs and ass. Kimmy and our friends are always jealous of my ass, even their boyfriends try to sneak glances at it when we're at the pool. Plus my thighs are quite muscular from a decade of cheer, soccer, and running. I spread my cheeks towards the mirror and look at my tight rosebud. I put a bit more lotion on my hands and rub my cheeks and tease my hole with one, then two fingers. I start slowly fucking myself with them. I enjoy the feel of each set of knuckles as the push past my sphinc... "Alex. Hurry up and put your swim suit on and come take a dip with me." Mr. Martin startles me as he knocks on the door. "Yessir, I'll be down in a minute, just need to finish up with the sun screen." I respond shakily, as though I was just caught with my fingers in my virgin hole. "Good boy. I will coat your back if you need. Don't keep me waiting." His voice fades as he walks away. "Good boy?" Did I hear him correctly. God I wish he'd coat my hole with his cum. Stop it Alex. He's your best friends dad...that you've known your whole life...that was stroking to fucking your last night.....I look at my cock and finger the precum off of it and rub it on my hole. I look on the counter and pick up my swim trunks and look at them, then my growing cock in the mirror. I stuff them into my backpack and stroke my cock a few times before I slide my tight white and blue speedo on. My hard cock straining against the fabric. I make my way down to their poo where Mr. Martin is already swimming. "That's a nice looking speedo you have there. Give me a twirl." I obey him. Slowly spinning around, slowly putting on a show for him. "Very nice. What go you all hard?" My face immediately turns red. "Oh...um..well...teen hormones I guess?" "They don't go away with age, trust me. I take it you herd about Rebecca and Me? Guessing Kimmy told you everything." "Yessir, sorry to hear that y'all are getting divorce. Actually I'm not sorry." I hesitate. "Is that so?" "Well. I've seen Becca around town with her old coworker a lot more lately. And she seems pretty happy, and I get the same vibe from you these past few weeks. I'm glad you two are friendly still, for Kimmy mostly. But honestly, I'm glad you two get to be open and not have to limit, hide, I don't know the right word. But you both get to be what you want to be. Too many people seem to get stuck in their lives because of social pressure, or are scared to admit who they are. Half the women at the church I use to go to were 'upstanding examples of Christian ladies' but damn were they the meanest, cruelest, gossipy bitches I've ever seen, and I was on the cheer squad! And Kimmy feels pretty similar, at least that's what she tells me. But the most surprising this was that you're gay. I just never saw it, or thought to look.." "I'm glad to hear you kids are so mature for your age, but then again, we, and your parents, hated raising y'all in the same society and headspace we were forced to grow up in. I've been gay for a long time, but I only really accepted it and flourished within it for the past four or five years. I'm glad that you get to live it your whole life, I felt so awkward in my own skin for so long. I'm glad to be free. Well for the most part." We tread water and lightly swim from side to side as we talk. "Well I've not been the most boyish boy my entire life, so it has been pretty easy in that way, but down here it's a bit nerve wracking outside of school and our family and friends. But that's why I'm going to school in Cali. Much more accepting, plus the art scene is really big...So how's the dating pool for you?" "Ha! Well.." he swims closer to me as though he's about to tell me a secret, I swallow nervously. "I haven't started dating yet, but I may never, not here. I have a group of friends that we...enjoy each other's company. But if we dated like we wanted to, it'd be quite the scandal from Savannah to Atlanta. What about you? I've never hear you talk about a boyfriend or anything. Kimmy says that you've not really dated other than a couple of boys for a week or two." "Oh, umm, I'm not really attracted to my classmates and I don't want to get stuck here and not experience more of life than this shit hole. Most of my class mates, and the kids from other years never leave here and look miserable. So yeah. I mean, I've had some experiences, like, I love sucking cock, it's so....shit. Sorry I just got um...wait." He swims behind me towards the side of the pool. I feel his hand and leg slide across my ass as he makes his way over. "What do you mean by 'Date like you'd like,' why would that be a scandal?" He turns around to face me with his hands on the side of the pool. "I think you know. Did you enjoy the show last night?" I turn stop sign red, I swallow and speak, "I...I didn't see much. Just what was on your phone and the porn on the TV, I didn't see anything, I promise." He chuckles, "That's a shame. Come here." I swim over towards him. Just as I get to him, He pushes himself up out of the pool. I don't realize what's going on in time to stop moving. As he comes up out of the water, his fat cock slaps across my face as he pulls himself up to sit on the side of the pool. His fat cock pointing straight up. It's gotta be a good nine inches long and girthy. I grab onto his legs to keep myself from hitting the wall of the pool, and him. "This is pretty close to a fantasy I've had for a while. Here's a nice cock for you to worship. If you worship it good enough, I'll show you what a real man can do for you." I cant take my eyes off of his cock as he lightly strokes it a couple of pumps. "If you suck it, we can spend all day and evening experiencing what we both want. I can even take you to meet some friends before I take you home." I swallow again and caress his muscular thighs as my hands make their way to his spear. I lick my lips as my right hand feels the heft and warmth of his member, my left hand caresses his balls. I slowly lick the top of his shaft, tasting chorine and musk. "MMM that's it baby, lick Daddy's cock." I kiss the bottom side of his cock from tip to base, my hand pushing his cock away towards his dad-belly as so I can smell his balls and begin licking them, sucking each one into my mouth as I look into his eyes. "Good boy." Pride swells in my chest and my need to please men flares up. I lick up the bottom side of his cock to the tip and take the tip into my mouth, I add light suction as I work more and more of his cock into my mouth. "Oh fuck." I hear as he reclines back in pleasure. I grasp each thigh for support and go to town on his fat cock, drooling all over it as I worship it. I have one goal right now, to work this cock into my throat, burry my nose in the patch of pubes at the base of his fun trail. I keep working on in, eyes tearing up from the challenge. I make eye contact as I kiss his cock when I come up for air and spit on his shaft before I gobble it back down. We continue this dance for what feels like forever, but also not long enough, I finally work my gag reflex and breathing until I'm somewhat easily able to deep throat him. "God damn Alex. No one's been able to deep throat me on their first go." "I love sucking cock and yours is the best one yet." I respond before I take him back into my mouth. His hands grasp the back of my head and he begins using my head like a fleshlight. A few moments later he bellows as I feel cum shooting down my throat. He pulls his cock out of my mouth and continues to spurt the rest over my face. He pulls me out of the pool and I lay on top of him. His still hard cock against my hard leaking cock in my speedo. We make out for a moment, his cum on both our faces. "Inside now. There are two things I love more that sucking cock and that's eating ass and breeding twinks like you. I'm about to do both." I start to get up but he peels my speedo off and smacks my ass. "Fuck I've wanted to see this naked for a long time." We make our way inside and into the living room, Mr. Martin guiding my shoulder from behind. His other hand caressing my ass. He move the ottoman into the middle of the room and I get onto it, laying on my back. Mr. Martin drops to his knees, hands on the back of my thighs and pushes them towards my chest and I feel his breath and beard on my ass. He kisses each cheek several times before kissing my taint and working his way down my crack. I moan as his lips lightly suck on my rosebud. "Oh fuck." It feels so naughty and amazing, his tongue then licks around my hole teasing me. Then something is pushing into my hole ever so slightly. It's his tongue!! I think about all the things I've read that bottoms should do for their tops, or their first times and all I can focus on is pushing out. "Good boy, let's get this boi pussy ready for Daddy." "Yes...ahh, ohhhhh." HIs tongue is now pushing through my ring. He begins to push it in and out. Every so often I feel wetness and warmth in my hole, he's pushing his spit in for lube, oh god I'm really doing this. My best friend's dad is going to pop my cherry. I'm ripped back to reality when I feel two fingers push past my hole as his tongue continues to flick in and around my rosebud. A third one. They begin fucking me. I feel my hole stretch open for him. All of a sudden I feel empty. "On your hand and knees." I roll over, pre cum is now pouring out of my cock. Once I reposition his hands are all over my ass. Is this what women with big tits experience when they have sex, I jokingly wander. "Lay on your arms and arch your back, slut." I follow his command. "Daddy, please fuck me. Please pop my cherry. I've waited for a man like you to give it to." I say looking back at him. His eyes have changed. They give off a primal, elemental gaze. "Daddy's going to take care of you good." He pushes the head of his cock against my virgin hole. "This is gonna hurt so good, then you're gonna want more and more." He shoves his cock past my ring, I feel an intense pain through my lower body as his cock invades me. His thighs rest against mine. "Sometimes its better to just rip the band aid off. Especially for sluts like you. Yea, you're a natural slut, you just don't know it yet." I nod my head with tears. He begins slowly moving his cock in and out of me, spitting on it every time he pull most of the way out. "There's a bit of blood, baby, but that's normal for this type of penetration. I want to make sure my DNA mixes well. Don't worry I'm not poz, well not yet anyways, but I want you to keep a part of me in you as your first." The pain is going towards pleasure now as he's grabbing onto my hips and fucking me really aggressively. A new sensation overtakes my body and I feel like I'm peeing, I look back at my cock. "I'm just milking you sweetie. It's just cum don't worry, you'll lick it up soon." He rolls me onto my back and picks me up and we both are now on the floor. He kisses me and stares into my eyes as he pistons in to my hole. My cock hasn't really stopped leaking as his cock punches across my prostate. "Baby, I'm gonna cum. I'm gonna breed. Fuck your hole is the best one yet!" "Breed me daddy. Give me your seed. Oh god!!" He kisses me and pushes his forehead against mine as we stare at each other. His face is turns read as he roars and breeds me. We stare at each other in silence as his cock twitches and spurts his seed into me. I start laughing in ecstasy, "Oh my god, that was amazing! Do we have to stop?" I ask as a caress his hairy chest and shoulders. "It's barely 9am, lets get some breakfast and we'll go for another round or three." He bred me four more times that day. We went to one of his friends house and he introduced me to a couple of them and my classmate came out of the bathroom naked. Clearly they have been fucking his as well. We all fucked the night away, all of them fucking the two of us. Mr. Martin and I fucked a few more times, and I blew him twice at work that week before I packed my Corolla and drove across country for my freshman year of college. Hoping to learn all I can, and maybe make a name for myself in the art scene. Little did I know what was to befall me in the next few months. I do make a name for myself in the art scene, a big name in a very particular scene as well, but not how I anticipated.

When i'm bottom, i just want cocks inside my hole and good loads that i will keep inside as long as i can. It doesn’t change my feeling. I'm still a piggy guy.

as time has passed i have become a complete bareback slut. to the point now i only want it raw. i beg for cum. i love feeling a guy twitch and unload inside me. the last guy i met ive now seen a few times and we no longer discuss it, i help him slide in raw every single time and he never warns me, never pulls out. last time (this past weekend) he shot two loads in me and then i begged for another to the point of riding it out of him. by that point the cum was running out of me and down my legs. still wanted more. is there any going back? i think not. anyone else like this? where does it lead?

[Moderator's Note: This story was edited so it uses the words HIV and AIDS correctly.] Note: This story is FICTION. It DID NOT HAPPEN. Enjoy ************************************************************************************************************************************ "I want to give you my HIV, now." The email was from, AIDSGftr, a new guy on BBRT. He had appeared just a couple of weeks earlier, and I noticed geo locator showed him to be just 300 feet from my place. I'd never emailed him, but thought he was hot: he was obviously sick, wasted, an AIDS belly, a few Kaposi's lesions. Looking at his pics made my asshole ache for his deadly cum. His profile said he had never been on meds, was recently diagnosed with AIDS and he got off on infecting neg bottoms. I was still neg, even after taking several loads I knew were high viral load, and, of course, having taken numerous anonymous loads. This guy looked to be my chance to take an AIDS load, to get the infection I craved. I knew there was a 1 in 70 chance of infection with each fuck from a regular high viral load poz top, and I wondered if taking a load from a guy who had been diagnosed as actually having AIDS would mean certain infection. I hammered out a reply and hit send. "Yes. Where?" "The big apartment building half a block east of you. Ground floor, corner unit, will be waiting in patio. Hurry." "On the way. Five minutes." I pulled on a coat and shoes, grabbed my keys and was out the door in less than a minute, cock rigid, oozing and about to blow. Was I really, at long last, about to take an AIDS load? It was 206 steps from my door to his patio. I made it in three minutes. He was waiting in the open door to his place, naked, hard cock jutting out, sipping on a beer. I walked up to him, he turned stepped aside and motioned me in. I stood looking as he smiled at me and stroked his cock. It was beautiful, long, thick, hard, perfectly formed - the perfect weapon to fill me with death cum and infect me with AIDS. He pointed at the back of a couch and set the beer down. "Bend over, pants down. You still neg?" I nodded and obeyed, my heart about to explode, and reached back to spread my cheeks. He looked disgusting, obviously very sick, but I needed his disease bad. To my shame I whimpered as I felt his cock smear precum on my hole. I getting HIV virus in me! "You want my HIV, my disease, you want that?" "Yes, god, yes, give it to me, give me your HIV!" "Oh, yeah bitch, gonna give it to you, gonna pump a load of my death cum in your guts, right now. I've infected three men that I know off, you'll be number four. You want that? You want my HIV?" "Yes, fuck yes. Please, give it to me, infect me now. Please infect me, give your HIV!" "Okey dokey, one more infected bugchaser, coming right up." He grunted and shoved hard, I squealed as his diseased cock slammed deep into my ass and he pumped away frantically. Four pumps and he shoved in hard and grunted into my ear "Fuck, bitch, fuck! Pozzing you, bitch, cumming in your ass, bitch, knocking you up, infecting you good! You gonna be one HIV infected dick sucker!" A warm flood filled my guts as he ejaculated. I convulsed with the hardest orgasm of my life. He humped into me spasmodically, gasping as he pumped his HIV-laden cum into my ass. My cock kept jerking and squirting and I wondered if I had been infected. Had he ripped me open when he shoved in without lube? I could feel my ass burning. Was I bleeding? If I was, his virus had a direct route into my bloodstream. Was this the time? Would I convert? I hoped so. We slid to the floor and lay flat, breathing hard. I wiped my ass with my hand and sniffed, then licked. Cum and ass juice, no red streaks. Was there a slight coppery taste? If I was bleeding there was no way he hadn't infected me. I bent over his crotch and swallowed his still hard cock. More cum, some ass juice. No taste of blood. He was ready very quickly. He flipped me over and spread my legs, dove in and licked and sucked my ass. I moaned as his tongue wormed up my newly pozzed hole, knowing he was about to mount me and pump another load of death deep in my guts. As he mounted me again, I groaned with pleasure, and this time he slid in with no trace of burn. My neg ass was well lubed by his poison cum. He pumped me slowly, pulling out and plunging in repeatedly, stroking deeply, not quite long enough to bump my sphincter but plenty thick enough to feel incredible. I moaned and fucked him back, eager for infection. "Fuck my neg ass, yeah, fuck, infect my neg ass, yeah, give me your HIV, infect me good. Do it, fuck me, pump me full of death cum! Give me HIV!" He slammed in hard, humping me deep and moaned "Fuck yeah, bitch, gonna poz you good you bugchasing bitch, gonna infect you good! Mmm, yeah, fuck yeah, bitch, gonna fuck you full of my HIV juice!" He slammed in hard and fast and held it deep. His cock pulsed and hot semen squirted into my guts. More toxic cum, more HIV pumped deep into me. "Fuck, bitch, yeah, you're getting it now, giving you my bug, bitch, giving you my HIV, bitch, you're one infected faggot now, giving you my HIV!" I lay back breathing hard, my asshole pleasantly sore, feeling his toxic semen ooze out of me. No more doubts. I wanted more. I wanted him to infect with HIV. I leaned over and swallowed his cock again, savoring the taste of semen and ass juice. Two poz loads in my guts - so far. I hoped he was up for more. Would I be infected with HIV before I left? He moaned and pushed me off his cock. I lay back and smiled, feeling his cum run out of my ass. Had he already infected me, or was that wishful thinking? "Damn, that was good, you're a hot piece of ass. I never fucked a man who begged for my death cum like you. That was hot, knowing you want to get infected from that fuck." "I do, I wanted poz cum in my butt, I want HIV in me, as much as I can get." "Well, you got some. I've been full blown for a while. My doctor warned me that if I had unprotected sex with a guy, I would likely infect him. Hope you're really okay with that." I was. There was no question what I wanted. "Yes, I am. I want your bug, I want you to infect me with HIV." "That's good, I'm gonna give it to you. You up for another fuck?" "Hell, yes! Let's make sure you infect me. Plus, that big dick of yours feels incredible in my ass." "Give me a minute, I'll breed you again. Mmm, do me a favor?" "Sure." "Don't fuck anybody but me until you test poz?" "Sure thing, as long as you keep pumping my guts full of your HIV, I'm your bitch. Anytime you want my ass, you got it." He fucked me twice more that night. I finally waddled home about 4:00 AM, my asshole raw, bleeding and leaking semen. In the next two weeks he screwed me at least once a day. My ass stayed raw, my shorts spotted with blood until I came down with the flu. When I was able he gave me a ride to the clinic. I was poz. Another dicksucker successfully infected with HIV.

I should be 😉 I have been planning it for years. Probably I will go soon. It’s partly up to my boyfriend’s work schedule

Well guys, it has been a while . A bit busy and trying to make this part worth reading. I hope you guys like the next part. I was trying to make this a really good, twisted one because it is part 20... The whole story is getting bigger than I ever intended it to be. But ... as long as you guys like it, I'll try to add some storyline to it. And the whole hotel base setting makes it possible for all exciting adventures. this part has a slow start. trying to get from the previous scene to the new one. but once there, I tried to make it an intense one. it closes some parts and opens new ones to proceed for the next chapters to start with the second roulette game. love to hear what you guys think of it. enjoy reading. Part 20 As I walk over the path, with my cock still hard against the fabric of my shorts, I am thinking. Fuck... what happened here. How dumb could I be... leaving them there, fucking, playing, in that banana tree garden, and I let myself just fade away... without any resistance... How could I ..... Fuck ..... I bet they will go on for a while . And Jason's smartwatch was red... It means he is poz. I really wonder... Did he fuck my friend Paul back home before the holiday? Did he.... maybe..... poz him up???? And that's why he could not come???? Why he has been sick??? Those thoughts just run through my mind, but I'm not sure of them all... I did not look closely at his watch. Is he toxic? How toxic? Is he on meds? I still don't know that. I could hit myself in the head... how could I not.... how could I be so stupid that I did not watch it... I don't know, but it has no point to speculate on it, I guess... My cock still hard, pressing against my shorts. While I follow the path back to my room, I can still taste Jason's cum and the Indian twink's hole on my tongue and in my mouth. Sometimes even parts of cum that leaked out of the boy's hole and I took into my mouth are still around my teeth . It keeps my cock hard, tasting them. Damn . I should have stayed... but it's too late now... let's see what the rest of the day will bring. And I still have the roulette game later on today . Thinking of that, I watch on my smartwatch what time it is. Fuck ... it's 11 : 48... I never make it back before 12 . I take the shortest way to my room, with a fast walk. I'm going to be late, but hey, every minute I can take is one... Once in my room, I see some clothes lying on my bed. A card comes with it. Dress code for the African theme party at 12 : 00 hours. It has 2 sets : a swimming short in tiger prints and a very short short and tank top . I choose the swimming shorts with the tiger print. It is way faster to jump into that, and besides, the party at the main stage is at the pool. So it would be nice to get a swim. As fast as I can, I jump into the tiger print swimming shorts , get my flip-flops on, and head right out of my room again, setting my path to the main stage and pool. I can hear the music playing. It's African music and it looks crowded . A lot of men have come to the party, all dressed in tiger print swim shorts or clothes. The heat of the sun is doing its own part ; it is really hot, so it makes the African party even more African, I guess. I can see some male dancers in the crowd and on the stage. They wear feathers and traditional clothes. They are all shirtless. Their bodies are muscular . Some are shiny black-skinned, a lust for my eyes. Sweat is dripping on their bodies while they dance. The hotel built a temporary coconut bar at the pool, so in this heat I could use a drink and get my mind a bit off what happened earlier. I walk to the bar first, before I head off to the swimmingpool. Next to the bar, there is one of the dancers. He looks hot, very hot. His black body, wet from sweat , dances , glittering in the heat of the sun. My mouth almost starts to water. I am not the only one watching him. I can see bulges all over... While the black dancer is doing his moves, I can sometimes see his cock swinging against the fabric of his traditional clothes. I guess he knows that too , but he makes no intention to hide or prevent it. Should this be the dancer that the help talked about earlier ? Did he fuck with him? Photo African themed dancer Damn ... I wish I would ... he could rip me apart. I can feel my hole twitching. Slowly , I walk to the bar, my gaze on the dancer. It is almost hypnotic. Instantly, I get an open coconut made of glass, filled up with a cocktail drink. I don't even know what the bartender gave me, but it looks and tastes good. I keep watching to all the dancers. They look like African gods, I think to myself, while I put my flip-flops at the side of the pool and jump in the water. The pool is not deep at all ; the water is just reaching my knees, but it is refreshing. The music is playing nicely , guys are dancing in and outside the pool. There are hot bodies all over. Some guys clearly have a hard-on, and when I watch closely , I can see some guys grinding some asses, some are touching, and some... are sucking... It is all happening in public, and no one really looks up from it. It is like they don't care at all, and it is all normal. Ill join up in the party, and start to dance, whit my cocktail coconut in my hand, in the pool. This feels so relax and fun. This is exactly the thing I was expecting from the holiday. Not all the fucking ... but... I don't want it any other way now... Photo of the pool party, guys dancing I dance and I dance. Almost stumbling against other guys , but everyone is okay . Some start to grind my ass and move on again. Some guys drop down next to me and start to suck someone . Too bad not with me, but it gives me a perfect way to watch others suck. Some guys swallow and have some cum dripping around their mouths. It's so hot. After some time, I feel a big hand grabbing my ass through the fabric of my swim shorts . It's a big, tight grip on one of my cheeks and a finger pressing close up to my sphincter. My body shivers at the unexpected firm touch . I can feel the dominance of the unknown person behind me, his eyes staring at my back. "Hi there, Jake, missed me ?" Slowly I turn myself, staring into the eyes of a hot Latin guy. It is Felix... the partner of the daddy, whom I both fucked with last night. My hole is still remembering their cocks and starts to shiver with excitement . His hand is still firmly placed on my ass. Both his biohazard tattoos stand out perfectly on his skin, a bit shiny from the reflecting sun on the pool onto his body. Some water or sweat is running down his chest. I can only lick my lips. I nod to him. Fuck , I did miss him ; I want him and his daddy to fuck me again, even if it is here in public. Slowly, my hand reaches automatically to his crotch, and he lets me. My hand grabs him, feeling his half-hard cock through the fabric of his tight tiger print swimshorts . Just above this, his hot tattoo of 2024 showing with pride, the date and loads that he took when daddy poz'd him. I sure missed it, I whisper to him, while he starts to laugh. "Daddy is not here," he tells me . "It's just me with some friends hanging out and partying in the pool," he says with a dark, low voice. Slowly and steadily, I put myself closer to him, watching him in his eyes. My hand pushes at the beginning of his swim shorts and slowly reaches inside. I feel his shaved pubes, tickling my fingers while I push my hand deeper into his shorts. Slowly wrapping my hand over his cock, playing with it. My fingers touching his balls, and I start to jerk him slowly. My eyes still locked on his. his cock even feels better and bigger than I remember from last night. Guys are dancing and partying around us, not paying attention to us. But even if they did, I would not care. Knowing this cock fucked me. My hole served his cock and wanting him again. My hole shivers with the thought. I lean in, and my lips start to kiss him , tasting his soft, warm lips, and soon his tongue follows. Our tongues wrestling, our world getting smaller to just us two. I don't care about others watching or being in public. I've lost many limits and borders this holiday, so why should I start to hold back now? We kiss intensely , while he keeps his hand on my ass, grabbing it tight and his finger pushes against my hole through the fabric of my swimwear. I taste his spit while our mouths wrap around each other . His small trimmed beard scratching my chin. Real slow, I start to pull my lips away from his and kiss his neck. While my hand keeps jerking him , feeling him get harder and harder. I kiss my way down to his chest. My eyes fixed on his two biohazard tattoos on his muscular chest. I start to lick them , following the lines of his tattoo , circling it to his nipples . I suck on them and then go back to follow the tattoo lines again to his other nipple. He moans softly, a noise that I love to hear, a compliment to the job I am doing. Slowly, I go down, kissing his belly, his belly button, until I reach the waistband of his swim shorts . The humid air presses against my skin as I kneel in the cool water of the pool. Music pulses-reggaeton bass thumping deep in my chest-and colored lights dance on the water's surface. Laughter and splashes surround us, but my world narrows to the man standing before me: Felix. Sweat glistens on his dark skin, tracing the hard lines of his abdomen. His swim trunks hang low on his hips, and the thick outline of his cock strains against the wet fabric, already tenting it obscenely. My mouth waters instantly ; a primal feeling settles low in my belly. I want him. Water from the swimming pool is now to my chest. Bent down, with my head before Felix's swim shorts, which clearly show his hard cock . My mouth grabs his hard cock through the fabric , teasing him, playing with it, while my hands play with the waistband of his swim shorts. "Been waiting for this all night, papi," I murmur, my voice trembling with tension Slowly , really slowly, I pull it down , inch by inch , revealing his trimmed pubic hair and the base of his shaft . I watch into Felix's eyes while I see him smile. He loves this view of me, bent before him, begging for his cock , ready to pleasure him publicly in the swimming pool . The scent of chlorine, coconut oil, and a musky warm smell from his body floods my senses. I can smell him. The smell I sensed before while he fucked me with Daddy earlier. I yank the trunks down his powerful thighs, freeing him. His cock springs up, thick and heavy, glistening with a bead of pre-cum at the swollen, purplish head. Thick veins pulsing along the shaft of his cock, the head swollen. It's everything I crave. A big, powerful, thick cock that is willing to fill me up with its big poz cream. "Fuck yeah," Felix groans, his hand tangling roughly in my hair. "Show me how much you missed it, puta." I don't need him to tell it twice. I lean forward, my tongue darting out to catch that salty-sweet pearl of pre-cum. The taste explodes on my tongue -a musky, primal, salty, addictive taste. A low groan rumbles from Felix's chest while a shudder runs visibly through him. Then I open my mouth wide, taking his cock head into my mouth , slowly sucking it in. My tongue circling around the sensitive ridge of his cock head. I can hear Felix moan softly wile I am doing this. His veins on his cock are pulsing, making him harder and harder with each pulse I can feel it getting hard as iron against my tongue. I sink down slowly, taking him deeper, my jaw stretching wide to take his cock all in A low moan vibrates escapes deep in my throat as I sink down further, feeling his thick shaft stretching my lips, filling up my mouth and throat. After a few seconds, my nose presses into his shaven pubic hair, at the base of his cock. It is short shaven, just enough to show a dark shadow and tickle my nose. I breathe , inhaling his raw, intoxicating scent, while some water drips from his stomach onto my face. He pushes his hips slightly forward, so his cock slides just a bit further down my throat . I hold it there, my mouth wide stretched open, his cock pulsing in my throat , slightly gagging, while I keep looking up to his face, into his eyes. His cock only half way in my throat. "Coño, that mouth," Felix growls, while his hands grab the back of my head. His hands tangle roughly in my hair, massaging me, while I'm on my knees, in the pool, with his cock half in my throat . I'm not sure if someone is watching, but who cares His hands guide me by pushing the back of my head. I obey, hollowing my cheeks, taking it deeper and pulling back again. I'm sucking hard as I pull back up the shaft, then plunging down again, taking him deeper each time. I keep doing that while his cock gets harder and harder. I feel it grow in my mouth. Felix hisses, tightening his grip on my head, guiding me, pushing into me, while his hips bend forward. He keeps pushing hard until my throat opens up more. I try to relax my throat, accepting his cock, to go deeper. His thick veins on his shaft, pulses against my tongue while he slides even deeper into my mouth. I gag slightly, saliva drips down my chin, tears pricking my eyes, but I push through. I don't hesitate, and I don't pull back, driven by pure lust. The sounds are obscene. wet slurps, my choked breaths, his guttural groans. I let him fuck my mouth as deep as I can, worshiping his cock. This is about him. His grip tightens, pulling me harder onto him, fucking my face with short, brutal thrusts. "Te encanta, verdad? You love sucking this dirty cock , don't you?" The scene and excitement are making him curse in Spanish. I moan while having his cock pounding my mouth. My own cock is getting harder underwater , trapped in my swim shorts, ignored. This is all I want. I just want to pleasure Felix. Slowly, Felix is letting my head go. His grip is getting looser, giving me more space to do whatever I want. But I don't let him go. My eyes are watering, spit running down my chin. I start to suck him, pulling back, taking his cock almost all the way out of my mouth before I push myself back onto him. I suck him like I'm starving. My lips crash down against the base of his cock and his shaved pubic hair. I suck him deep, hard , and fast. I hollow my cheeks, bobbing faster, the wet, filthy sounds lost in the music from the pool party . His balls slap against my chin. I can taste some pre-cum in my mouth. "Maldita sea, Félix, eso se ve delicioso." A voice cuts through my focus. A Spanish-sounding voice is calling out near us. It is not Félix . I glance up, Félix 's cock still buried deep in my throat, still on my knees bent down in the pool. A Latin guy stands nearby in the pool, with a beer bottle dangling from his fingers , his eyes wide and fixed on us. He has a grin on his face. He is hot, really hot, as far as I can see, just like Félix .... My eyes watch his body while Félix's cock is still deep in my throat, and my eyes start to water again. He is taller and broader than Félix , but if I have to guess, around his age or even a bit younger. He sips on his beer, his eyes still locked on us, specifically on my mouth stretched around Félix 's cock. A jolt of raw heat mixed with some shame shoots through me. My mind goes crazy... I am being watched... being seen... servicing Félix like this. I moan around Félix's cock, filling my mouth, the vibration making Félix curse and thrust his hips again. "Your little maricón knows how to suck cock, huh?" I know that word.... He is talking about me, as a sissy fag... "He does ," Felix now talks to him ; he is the best fuck I've had here yet, while he smiles at me. "Don't stop, Jake, this is my friend... Just keep sucking ," he tells me. The crude words, the intense stare, and the verbal encouragement from Felix only fuel my desperation. I am fully in heat. I'm not thinking clearly, and I don't care what others think of me. I want this ; I need Felix now. My body is just begging for it. I can feel my sphincter itching , wanting it. I want to make Felix hard, to get him ready to pound me. I suck harder, faster, slurping. My lips pulse over Felix's cock, while my hands start to play with Felix's balls. I want Felix's friend to see how good I suck and how good I make Felix feel, how much I love this dick. Felix's breathing turns into moaning while he grabs a beer from his friend and takes a sip. Felix pulls my head back slightly, his cock slipping wetly from my spit. He pulls back , pulling the head of his cock out of my mouth, leaving my sucking lips with a loud pop. A thick string of spit connects my mouth to his glistening shaft. This is my Cuban friend, Jake…. he laughs. One of the guys we are here with. You know, we are here with a whole group of friends, including Daddy . You saw us all hanging out in the restaurant before... while you were spotting Daddy and me... My eyes get wide... I did... I did... I have seen they were with a group... but I did not really pay attention to the others... And if you think I'm big and toxic , wait until you see him and hear his story, Felix laughs ... If Daddy were right here, he would tell you all about it while my cock would be pounding you in the meantime . But I guess he is busy fucking another boy just like you now... So ... you will hear that story later, I guess... "Enough teasing now," Felix growls, his voice thick with lust. "Get up and bend over the edge. Now." My heart is pumping against my ribs while I stand up, and I feel Felix's hands grab me. He spins me around, facing the pool. The pool party continues. People are laughing in the water nearby, music pumping. But for me, it feels like there is a huge distance, muffled. It is only Felix and me, and his Cuban friend watching us now. All I feel is the cool water under my knees, the humid air, and the burning hands on my shoulders from Felix behind me, guiding me to my place. I scramble forward, bending over the edge of the pool, my ass presented to them. My soaked swim shorts are yanked down my thighs in one rough motion. The air hits my exposed hole, making my sphincter clench instinctively. I hear the slick sound of Felix spitting onto his hand, then the thick, wet slide as he coats his massive cock. I feel the head of his cock against my hole. The intense, hot pressure... his cock against my hole, trying to get inside me. Invading me... like a conqueror. Slowly but steadily , my sphincter is giving in. Felix is entering me. The heat and wetness of his cock feel so good. I missed this. I missed his dirty cock in my hole. Knowing that he's fucked me before, loaded me deep, and given me his poz load already... wanting it again... I know his poz status, but still , I want nothing less. My neg hole, and as far as I know. Is his to breed again. Felix pushes forward, slowly forcing my hole open. My body tenses, a sharp gasp escaping my lips as he breaches me. My sphincter gives, and it feels like it is ripped open again by a knowing force…. the force of Felix's cock. The stretch is intense, almost painful, but quickly melts into a deep, aching fullness. I can feel a plop. the head of Felix's cock just plopped in. My body shivers, and I let out a soft moan. Fuck ... he is in me once again... I can feel his heat, his slimy wet cock head in me. It feels so good and dirty at the same time. Felix doesn't stop. He pushes deeper, inch by inch ; he is sliding deeper into my tight hole. It burns and stings, but at the same time, it feels slippery, warm, and good. I huff and moan while he keeps pushing deeper into me. I can feel him slide deeper and deeper , a burning hot feeling. He's stretching me deep and wide. My fingers claw at the wet tiles of the pool edge while my eyes are locked on his Cuban friend. I try not to whimper . Fuckkkk ... I moan out loud while I feel Felix's balls hit my ass. Felix's cock is fully in me. I feel him deep inside me, the head of his cock poking against my second hole. He is taking it with pride , the Cuban guy tells Felix . While I hear Felix laugh... My hole is in pain, burning, but I love this feeling. I can feel Felix's veins pulsing in my hole , my hole tightly wrapped around his bare cock. I can see his smartwatch glowing red again. He is leaking pre-cum into me. There is nothing new ; I know he is poz. And I love the feeling of his cock deep inside me. Water splashes around us as Felix starts to fuck me , slowly but steadily, in and out. He is finding his pounding rhythm. My hole feels like it's getting torn inside out - burning, stinging, warm... I can't hold on and start to moan softly from pleasure and pain. "Fuck, you're tight again," Felix grunts, his hands gripping my hips hard enough to leave some bruises behind. "But you take it so well ." He pulls back almost all the way, leaving me feeling empty and desperate, then slams back in hard. A choked cry rips from my throat. The force of his thrust sends water splashing high around us. Each powerful drive of his hips pushes me forward against the pool edge. My cock, trapped and hard, rubs painfully against the rough tile, adding another layer of sensation. Felix sets a brutal pace. Deep, powerful thrusts drive the breath from my lungs. The water swirls around us, splashing against our bodies with every impact. The sounds are filthy and hot….the sound of a brutal, deep fuck. The wet slapping of his balls against my ass, his ragged breathing, my own high-pitched moans , all lost in the party noise. I can feel every ridge, every vein of his cock thrusting against my inner walls. The stretch is overwhelming, the friction deliciously rough. He fucks me like he owns me, and right now, he does. My hole is getting roughly fucked, scratching my inner walls, making small cuts deep in me. Felix knows….. I know... he is fucking me that hard and intense. He wants to bruise me. He wants to make my hole ready to coat it with his toxic cum . And I ... I let him... I let him fuck me... I want him to cum deep in me... "Look at him, taking it hard and deep," Felix shouts to his friend. "Look how this slut loves it!" " He knows what he is chasing and what he is getting." I glance back, catching the Cuban guy's intense stare. He hasn't moved. He leans against the side of the pool, his beer forgotten. His eyes are dark and hungry, fixed on where Felix's cock disappears into my body. My tight hole wrapped around Felix's cock , a mix of ass fluid and pre-cum coating Felix's cock, making it all even more shiny and intense. The humiliation, the exposure, sends a jolt of pure heat straight to my own neglected cock. I moan louder, pushing back against Felix, meeting his thrusts. "Fuck me!" I gasp, the words torn from me. "Harder, papi! Give it to me! Breed me!" Felix laughs, a dark, triumphant sound. He adjusts his stance, spreading my legs wider with his foot. His thrusts become even deeper, impossibly harder. I whimper hard when I feel a sharp sting deep in me. It feels like a snap. Felix just pushed through my second hole , going even deeper. Some tears automatically run into my eyes. My hole, deep inside me, feels warm, filled, and wet. Fuckkkk….. I moan out loud, hard enough to get over the sound of the music. Each plunge feels like Felix is trying to reach my throat by fucking my hole. The water surges around us with every powerful drive. I feel stretched impossibly wide, filled to bursting. My hole burns, but it's a good burn, the burn of being used exactly how I crave. My moans are constant now, ragged cries punctuated by gasps as Felix pounds and rubs his cock over my prostate relentlessly, sending electric shocks through my body. "Breed me, breed me!" I moan out loud . "Make your daddy proud!" I can feel Felix's cock swelling inside me, pulsing hotter, thicker. Oh, I will ... he laughs... I am fucking you for both of us... I'll shoot our toxic DNA in you, boy... Felix starts to pound even harder. Hard, deep thrusts , smacking his hips hard against my ass. His cock, pounding like a big knife in me , bruising me the way I crave. An almost animal groan tears from his throat. "Aquí viene, maricón," he growls. "Take my fucking cum!" He slams his cock deep into my hole again and holds it there, grinding his hips against my ass. I feel his cock pulse , thickening up, and his veins widen... then... a hot, thick wet pulse deep inside me as his cockhead flares and releases a flood of cum. It shoots deep in me. I can feel it, the warmth... it stings a bit, coating my inside walls and shooting hard against them . Pulse after pulse, I can feel his cock shooting big loads of cum in me. I moan loudly with every shot of cum I feel... Felix is holding me in place meanwhile , so I can't pull my ass away if I would have wanted to. The sensation of his hot seed spilling inside me, marking me, claiming me, is overwhelming. A shudder wracks my body. My own cock jerks painfully against the tile, untouched but leaking. Felix pulls back slightly, panting, his cock still buried deep , sweat dripping from his chin onto my back. "Good boy," he barks to me while I look back at him. Catching his eyes, I feel proud and exhausted from the pleasure I gave Felix , and not to forget the fulfilled burning feeling in my hole from his cum swimming in my guys. His Cuban friend lets out a low whistle. "Dios mío, Félix," he murmurs, his voice thick with arousal. "You're wrecking that hole." Felix grins down at me, his eyes predatory. "Just doing my job," he smiles darkly, his hands tightening on my hips again. "This boy knows what his ass is meant for." He pulls his cock back, almost all the way out of my hole , the thick head barely in my sphincter , then drives forward again with renewed force. He pushes really hard and forcefully . The water explodes around us. I moan hard again while I can feel some cum dripping out of my hole. Felix just laughs. He owned me completely. And I loved every filthy, powerful second of it.... while he keeps his cock buried deep in my hole, he grabs my chest and pulls me close to him. his hard fit chest against my back. his nipple pushing against my back. his breath around my neck. it is time to see your ranking, Jake ... he whispers in my ear. just after he says it, he licks my ear with his tongue down my neck. I shiver again, while I still feel his hard cock buried deep in me. The beating music slowly gets softer and softer, while the spots are going on, on the stage. The host walks up , followed by some help who are pushing a big iron X on wheels . Someone is bound to it. "Are you all having a great party?" he shouts out loud to the guests . Everyone yells back to confirm. Felix and I don't yell; instead, I can feel Felix trust his hips again for a second, pounding his cock up and down in me again. He does not pull out, though , and I really don't mind. I love the feeling of his cock still in me. As you know, we are here to start the African theme day, beginning with this great party. I hope you all like the whole setting, dancers, music, and drinks. For the opening, I would like to start with this African beauty , hanging right here behind me. You all know him, the boy who broke the rules. The helps turn the cross pretty easily , because it is standing on wheels. I watch as I see Kayode exposed on it, hanging, naked , with only a small cloth around his cross. Cum is leaking from his hole and mouth, over his body. He looks exhausted , whored out, and not interested in all that is happening. It seems like he is in his own mind , that exhausted ... This boy broke the rules and therefore got fucked for more then 24 hours long by anyone who wanted... I look back to Felix while his cock is still buried deep in me. Did you? I mumble... Felix laughs at me. I did not, I saved my load for your hole... and starts to kiss my neck while he thrusts his hips again, causing me to let a short, soft moan escape out of my throat. As you can see, cum is dripping out of this boy's hole. He took more than 800 cocks and loads within this time : toxic ones, negative ones, high viral loads, and so on. His sphincter took a beating, and... you guys ripped it... You gave him his punishment. You guys fucked and used him so hard that his sphincter is ripped and torn apart. So ... his hole will stay open for all his life. He will be leaking, and everyone will know what a slut he is. He has to wear some diapers now... the host laughs meanly . By not following the rules, all the images and videos taken of him, from all the encounters he had, will be publicly placed on the internet. No worries, the top faces won't be shown, only their cocks. Kayode is not even protesting ; it is like he is not taking it in at all. He is too far away in his head. This way, this boy receives a punishment for life, just as he agreed to, by signing into this holiday . And now, he will be expelled and sent back home. Please, all wave him goodbye . Most guests start to wave and make some noise , while the helpers push the cross off the podium, with Kayode hanging on it. While I am watching that, I feel Felix pulse his hips again, ramming his cock a bit deeper in me again. It makes my mind set back to his cock instead of the view of Kayode. Felix's cock is still hard, though it is getting a bit softer. He keeps it up my hole, though . If I have to guess... to be sure his cum won't leak out of my hole. Now for the top scoreboard .... A lot has happened .... A lot of fucks have taken place, and a lot more cum has flowed . The big screen turns on now, with the top score from the last time. I can see my name again... almost in the top 10... 42 loads..... Now... place 8 starts to disappear , it was Kayode... So everyone lower, moves one rank up. Well, guys, we had to correct this score. number 8 was booted, so... The host speaks into the microphone. Now... let's count the new loads in....... and be aware, these are the stats from one hour ago.... Everyone is getting excited , even Felix behind me, while he pulses his hips a few times, making his cock push back and forth in me and stimulating my prostate again. I moan softly while my hands grab onto the back of his ass. I don't want him to pull out of me.... I watch the scoreboard while the loads are being counted. My eyes are fixed on my name... I guess I get 5 or 6 maybe? If someone came inside me twice . I'm not sure... I can see my numbers going up and up... really fast... How... what???? I am shocked... my mind is overheating while I'm watching my number go up... I took Daddy's and Felix's loads... a load from the guy at night at Kayode's ... But ... this ???? How... 10.... 20.... 30.... 50 loads are counted in my numbers and it keeps rising... This has to be a mistake. What is this????? A feeling of panic becomes part of me... panic, while I feel Felix's cock slowly push up and down in me... Felix is grinning... barely audible to me ... My numbers keep going up... 60.... 70... whattttttt? Wtf????? No way... how???? My name is really fast entering the top 10 and top 5.... It keeps counting... I shut my eyes... this has to be wrong??? They made a mistake... this can't be. Is this a dream... I need to wake up.... we have a new leader on the scoreboard; the host announces exciting news . and most of the top 10 scores have changed with it. well ... someone has been busy... number one clearly is in the lead with a big score... i can hear the crowd go wild and clap for the achievement. with that, i feel felix's cock pushing in my hole again. he is pulsing his hips again. slowly , i open my eyes to see what score i have. fuck... no... no way... how... I'm fucked... I'm really fucked... I am... probably loaded with lots of poz loads... how??? my eyes are fixed on my name, which stands out at number one... a count with 257 loads... how? how???? fuck... no, this can't be... I never took so many. this has to be a mistake. I never did this... i whisper ... i hear Felix laugh softly... you did, boy he wispers in my ear... remember the frozen cum at daddy night? while daddy and I fucked you and lubed you up with the frozen cum? you took more than one of those frosty cum shot rockets... we started to collect those loads some months ago when we booked this holiday . freezing them, load after load until they became real big frozen cumload rockets. made from our toxic load. so yeah, boy, you took that many loads... we are making you a winner in every way this holiday ... he laughs out loud. with that, he pushes his cock hard up my hole, so I feel his cock sting in me again , making me shiver. and you know what... another load is right inside of you, making you go up one load again... no thanks for that, he smiles, while he kisses my back. now go and enjoy your top ranking... I'll see you later again. with that, Felix pulls his half-hard cock out of my hole, pulls his swim shorts up, and smacks my ass with his bare hand before I hear him turn around and walk away in the pool together with his Cuban friend. I'm in shock... a sort of dream, while I automatically grab my swim shorts and pull them back up. really... am I that kind of slut... is this what I became... is this me... what the fuck did I do? and there is no way to change it now... I guess I have to accept that this is what it is and this is what I am... a slut. I can hear the host pronounce the beginning of African Day and that the next roulette game is about to begin. That within a half hour, the participants have to check in right at the side of the pool. Participants like me... the ones that signed in... And there is no way... I want to break the rules after seeing what happened to Kayode. I have to accept my fate ... I will be fucked, used, and loaded here and will be poz by the end of the holiday . Photo of Jake in the pool, after being fucked by Felix. Still in shock by the scoreboard.

Now that’s love! Embracing his new son he made as part of the brotherhood and impregnating him with more toxic seed while he’s so vulnerable.

Searching for Answers After their experience with the Crone and the Deep Forest trials, Dimitrios and Conrad went back home. Both felt changed, altered, but neither knew how or why. Over the course of the next year to eighteen months, they grew more apart, unable to live in the same home but somehow still linked by their shared history and long friendship. Finally, they decided to take a sabbatical from their professional lives and travel the world. Neither of them needed to work for money, as both men had ample—Dimitri’s was actually more like vast—trust funds and decades of lucrative investments. Conrad had been thinking of starting his own small, boutique HIV practice anyway and Dimitri had a younger brother who was eager to prove his worth in the family business. And so it was decided, a year or two of sabbatical and they would return and Conrad would start his own practice and Dimitrios would return as company president or senior board advisor, and both would only do the professional work that interested them. At first their trip was nothing but frustrating to their larger goal of understanding what was happening to them. Prague was its usual festival of gay visitors and its crop of young men fed Dimitri’s growing obsession with small blonde twinks and muscle twunks. Conrad was less happy, as his sexual conquests increasingly tended towards slender, wiry, lean, muscly, men with darker skin and hair. To add to the aura of frustration for both men, the Crone was no where to be found and no one had ever heard of anybody called—or nicknamed—the Great Stag. And so, given the general direction of their experiences, they figured they should go to the epicenter of Euro kink: Berlin. After just a few weeks, both men were more content, as the city was filled with eager, young German and Scandi blondes for the Greek Muscle God and, well, the WASP Jock Doc was getting an ample serving of Latino, Spanish, and gorgeous Turkish butt. And then their luck really started to change. One night as they were about to leave Prinzknecht, a hot short muscly red-headed barback with a fantastic ass approached them. “Ur Dimiti an’ Coanrad, reit? he asked with an adorable Scottish accent. Both men got hard: here was a boy they could agree on. But he handed them an envelop, the smell of patouli wafting off of it. “A’ old granmither gave me ‘tis fur ye’se.” The note was from the Crone, telling them to go to the fist party the next Sunday at Böse Buben private clubhouse. And yes, since you’re all wondering, red-headed Rory was a fantastic fuck, eager for as much Greek and American cock and fist as he could get the rest of the two years they lived in Berlin. ### Timmy’s Rosebud Conrad finally stopped fucking the boy, driving his big cock in and filling the boy as deep as he could with potent chempiss. After Dimitri gave the boy a huge piss load, Conrad slipped several giant rocks in the boys hole. He grabbed one of his signature inflable plugs, positioning it so that it as it inflated it would block and stretch the boys outer opening forcing the piss in deeper and eventually entering Timmy’s second hole. “Daddy’s gonna pump this up, because you want that daddy chempiss deep inside you making you feel good,right?” Conrad demanded. Timmy, smiled dreamily, already feeling the healing powers of the potent chems to his sore hole, “Yes daddy, I love the chempiss, want it deep inside my boyhole.” Conrad smiled, “Tell me when it hurts. Do daddy proud through, show me what a little man you are, and let me stretch a bit before you ask me to stop.” Timmy agreed and Conrad began to pump. Of course, by design, Conrad didn’t hear Timmy ask him to stop until the twink had asked the third time, his breath catching as the football-shaped plug began stretching both pf his holes at once while pushing the huge piss load deep inside. Conrad looked down, “I’m confused boy, not thirty minutes ago you were begging me to stretch your hole and hurt you. Was that a lie?” Timmy was confused—he could barely remember five minutes ago let alone thirty—but then he vaguely remembered those moments. “No sir, that’s what I said.” “Good,” Conrad said, “You’re going to get three more pumps.” He smiled at Dimitri who was loading up the pipe. They both knew if the boy kept quiet Conrad would only give him two. This time. Timmy struggled and gasped, but didn’t say a word and he thanked Conrad profusely for giving him only two more. Dimitri settled in beside the kids head, and started feeding him the pipe. Once the kid was flying, Conrad had him get up and kneel on the bed, ass up and chest flat. He cried out but again kept his mouth shut as the change in his body’s geometry forced the big load of piss and the big plug a bit deeper in his hole. The two top men lay on the bed to relax, the pump to the boy’s plug within easy grasp of either man. For the next sixty minutes, they stretched the boy, waiting until the drugs kicked in and Timmy began to want it. This happened on cycles of about around seven minutes, depending on how many pumps of air the boy took. Conrad invariably gave three or four, Dimitri two. From time to time, right after a big stretch, one of the two men would go down and praise him for being a good boy then feed him deep lungfuls of the pipe. Once the boy was really flying, he re-entered his subspace, his mind focused only on his hole. And now he begged them to stretch and use him. And so Conrad did, pumping the plug up until it was stretching the boys outer ring almost as big as his supernatural knot, pumping until the sound of Timmy begging to be used became grunts and little cries of pain. Conrad did this until Timmy was rigid, his whole body shaking. Conrad held the boy like this for five minutes, and saw that Dimitri’s giant cock was hard as steel and he could have sworn he saw a faint red glow on his tattoo. His own cock was like iron, and he knew what his beast wanted—to slam the boy and keep stretching until he was weeping. But the boy was Dimitri’s, and so Dimitri was ultimately in charge: Dimitri would be the boys first slam. Instead Conrad did the next best thing, in his view of things anyway. He deflated the toy until it was the size of a fat zucchini. He squirted a bunch of laced up lube in—the boy was dehydrated and had reused his top men’s urine moisture for his own body’s needs—and he gently fucked the boys second hole. He positioned the inflatable football plug so the widest part was inside the boys second ring, shoving the security base right up to the outside of the first hole. He then dumped a 1/2 gram of Tina in the boy, right and left of the toy. And Conrad began to pump. Timmy kept himself under control for far longer than Conrad had expected. As the toy began the long slow stretch—Conrad was waiting a few minutes between stretches—Timmy pulled his own asschecks apart, making cries of ecstacy, rocking his ass back and forth like he did when he was into a fuck. But the stretch was inexorable, and Timmy began to struggle, but still he merely grunted, forcing his chest down against the bed. Dimitri came and whispered in the boys ear, and then obediently the boy ground out, “Please doc, hurt me, daddy, stretch me hard. Destroy my pussy.” Dimitri gave the boy four big hits of poppers and nodded at Conrad. Conrad started pumping steadily, leaving just a few seconds between pumps. Timmy struggled and began to moan, so Dimitri gave him another four hits of poppers. Once those kicked in, Conrad started pumping as hard and fast as as he could, taking the boy from moans to keens to screams. Once the boy was screaming at the big stretch he stopped and waited. Dimitri forced the boy towards calm—his face was alternating between bliss and agony—and fed him four more hits. Conrad started tiny little stretches while Dimitri gave the boy hit after hit on the pipe. Conrad stopped, and admired his handiwork. The boy was rigid, sweat dripping off his body and his surprisingly large eighteen-year-old boycock streamed precum and piss. His eyes were screwed up tight, and he was just moaning and groaning, lost between pain and his desire to have his hole used. The big toy was stretching the boy’s outer hole about an inch and half less than Conrad’s own big supernatural knot, which meant the inner hole was stretched about two inches more. From time to time his entire body would shake as his involuntary muscles tried to make the toy unwelcome. One this happened Dimitri would reach around, making sure sure the toy didn’t move. Finally, after several more rounds of poppers the boy relaxed, his chest went low and he regained his perfect arch. Dimitri loaded up the pipe and made the boy do cloud after cloud. Then,he gave him six huge hits of poppers. “Beg me to use you, Timmy, beg me to use your hole,” Conrad demanded as he started big hard quick pumps. “Please daddy use me, hurt me, use me Daddy,” Timmy chanted. When the toy was truly huge in the boys hole—his outer ring stretched tight and wide, about a full two inches of additional circumference, and his inner ring an agonizing two more as well—both considerably larger than Conrad’s cock—Conrad stopped. Dimitri fed the boy poppers and more tina, until the boy could handle the pain. It was a just barely handled state, though, Timmy occasionally jumped and gave small keening sounds, crying “Fuuuuuck, big stretch, fuuuck.” Conrad set the little timer they kept in the room to eight minutes. When the eight minutes were up Conrad ordered, “Show your Daddy Dimitri how much you want his fist, beg him to cloud you up so I can stretch you more.” The kid struggled inside his mind, but soon the drugs took over and he begged Dimitri for more drugs. Dimitri gave him four huge clouds, making him hold them in as long as he could. Then he gave the boy four big hits of poppers as Conrad began to pump, counting. When he got to three pumps the boy started screaming, so Conrad went to six and just stayed still. The boy was flawless in his suffering, still holding his ass high but his upper body undulated and writhed on the bed. He could almost see with his wolf sight the war in the boys head, as Timmy struggled to accept what he clearly craved. Conrad gave the boy two more pumps, the screaming started again, and then stopped and the boy dropped his chest, and offered his ass, despite the rigid body his limbs stayed and Timmy gave deep moans. Dimitri laughed and came over to Conrad and grabbed the ball, “You just made me a fisting pig, my love, thank you.” Conrad gave the boy more hits of the pipe and dozens of hits of poppers. In the end, Timmy was able to take another eight pumps before the screaming started again. Dimitri pushed him, and the boy got himself under control enough that he took three more. His little hole was stretched so, so wide, and Dimitri held him at the giant stretch until the screaming stopped. But now instead of submission the boy was shaking as he tried to push it out, crying out, “Oh fuck, daddy.” Dimitri gave him two more until he screamed, counting aloud back from sixty and then paused to admire the hot suffering twink, his hole unnaturally wide and tight around the plug and his abdomen distended. As he deflated the toy, the boy stayed in place as if frozen, and then seconds later assumed the position of submission. Conrad threaded the toy out and squirted in the most heavily laced lube of their arsenal. Dimitri greased up his huge right hands and forearms to his elbow with thicker lube and dumped a gram of Tina in his palm and made a big square fist. Conrad was over stroking the boys facing him, cooing “Such a good boy, so proud of you,” as he fed him a load of piss. The boy looked up at Conrad as if worshipping a god—which, to be honest, he was—and Dimitri paused until the boy had drank the load. Conrad moved the boy closer to the edge, his ass facing the back, and in a position where Dimitri could kneel beside the bed, his biggest fist at the boys ass, and his hands able to hold the boy by his torso or throat. Dimitri knelt and smiled. The boy was truly perfect for him. He leaned in and kissed him on the head, calling him such a good boy. The boy melted, his face nuzzled in the man’s huge bicep. “Did you like it when we stretched your little boypussy with that inflatable?” Dimitri demanded. The boy blushed slightly, but he said solemnly, “I loved it Daddy, it hurt sometimes but I loved it. Hurt me again Daddy, hurt me until I like it, please.” Dimitri smiled, and said, “Sure thing, pig boy, Daddy loves to do that too. Timmy started moaning, as he felt the big square fist being shoved up his hole, Dimitri holding his torso in place. Dimitri pushed into the molten depths of his new prize boy until he was knocking at the door of Timmy’s second ring. It was too fast and too deep for anyone’s first fisting, but Dimitri needed the boy to give him even more submission, even more of himself, than the boy had given Conrad. Dimitri froze, enjoying the boys visible struggle and the feeling of the boys fiery colon’s struggle to take his big arm. Once the struggle ceased, Timmy made a loud, deep, groan. Then he started making little noises of pleasure. Dimitri stuck his thumb out, into the boys second ring, and started making sensual circular motions. After a few minutes of this the boy was working up into a frenzy, and Dimitri started pushing the big pile of Tina in his palm into the deeper hole. Within seconds, Timmy was starting to try to fuck himself on Dimitri’s huge fist. Dimitri stopped him, grabbing him by the throat, and slid his hand out. “What do you need, slut?” Dimitri demanded. “Oh daddy, stretch me,” Timmy cried. “Gladly, slut,” Dimitri replied, sliding back in until again, he was at the boys second hole. Over the next thirty minutes, Dimitri’s fist entered and exited Timmy’s hole smoothly, until the hole began to loosen. Timmy was in a frenzy, enjoying the ride, cooing and moaning like the bitch in heat he’d become. Soon, Dimitri was punching the boy, keeping the experience smooth for the recently deflowered virgin. Dimitri punched the boy until his pussy was wet and sloppy, lube flying out with every punch. Timmy was a natural-born punch pig, begging his daddy to go harder, deeper, and crying out, “More sir, more sir.” Dimitri kept this up for a while, until his hardest punches could go in smoothly and the boy was lost in pleasure. Dimitri nodded at Conrad, who had been lying back and stroking his rock hard cock, and Conrad came over. He lubed up his hands and arms, going past his elbow. He dumped one half gram of Tina in his palm and closed it, making a big fist. Like his cock, Conrad’s fists were big and rectangular, a good half inch wider than his husbands, and his forearms were wide and flat, with very wide wrists. He was about to show Timmy what a punishing fisting felt like. Dimitri drove in and then used his fingers to flutter in the boys second ring. Timmy was in ecstasy, “Oh yea, Daddy, I need deep stretch, please, daddy.” Dimitri smiled and pulled out. “Reach back and show me your hole, and beg me to fist you deep, little pig,” Conrad commanded, sitting down behind the boy. As the boy immediately did as instructed, Dimitri grabbed a bottle of poppers, and got down by the boy, feeding him several big hits. As the poppers kicked in, Conrad drove his fist in until it was at the boys second ring. The boy was rigid and silent for a moment as his body absorbed the wide arm. He moaned and said, “Oh fuck, doc, oh fuck, so big.” Conrad gave the boy a minute, then he said “Beg me to destroy your cunt.” Conrad immediately started flicking Tina from his palm into the boys second ring. Timmy gave a little cry at the sudden burn, then he lowered his chest flat and said, “Oh god yes, please daddy, destroy my pussy, cunt me daddy.” Conrad obliged, popped his huge fist into the boy, until the muscle of the little ring closed around his his wide wrist. Timmy’s mouth opened in a silent howl. Conrad gave the boy a minute and nodded at DImitri. Dimitri gave the boy six big hits, and as the boy exhaled the sixth hit, Conrad pulled his fist out of the boy completely. Within seconds the little pig was begging for Conrad to destroy him again. And so Conrad did, driving smoothly into the boy past his second ring time after time until the boy was taking punches like the little whore he was. It didn’t take long for Dimitri to want to join in the fun, so he greased up his arm and they took turns. Soon they were changing angles, making sure the boy took their fists in all directions, stretching the hole wide and deep. The boy was doing extremely well, begging and pleading for me. Finally, Dimitri whispered, “Punish that boys pussy.” And held up his fist and made a twisting motion. Conrad nodded and Dimitri grabbed a gram vial and when Conrad pulled out, Dimitri dropped the pussypowder in. Conrad started punching it in until he felt it take affect, the boys hole undulating around him. He drove his fist into Timmy’s second ring and began to twist and turn while pulling in and out. Timmy started yelling and flopping about and Dimitri held him down, as Conrad started to use the same motion while going deeper. Suddenly, the boy stopped flopping, and Conrad pulled straight out and then started doing the same thing to his second ring, Timmy immediately started crying out, “Oh fuck daddy, punish me, punish me, cunt meeee.” Conrad kept this up for a good twenty minutes, before going back to straight punching. The torturous twisting had made the boys hole wide open and Conrad was able to go several inches deeper, until he was about two to three inches inches above his elbow. Then Dimitri took over, going in deep and dropping another quarter deep in Timmy ‘s guts. Dimitri’s arms were longer, but easier to take as they were relatively narrow behind his wrists and tapered out. Timmy thrilled at the way the big forearms stretched his hole as they went in. For a solid three hours they fisted the boy, and while Dimitri got him to take his elbow, the boy couldn’t take Conrad’s wider, square arms nearly as deep. They finally decided to take a break, and lay on the bed, Timmy between them. Each of the big men pounded the boy again, making him beg for their toxic loads. They then spent an hour or two cuddling, slowly fucking him when they let Timmy stuff their cocks into his hole. They constantly praised him, his body, and what a good boy he was. Stroking and kissing him, and sometimes fingering him gently. Timmy was still incredibly horny and the two men’s prescience made him what them to use him again. But they refused, being gentle and kind. It was now well into Saturday afternoon and so Conrad gave the boy half of a sleeping pill—giving him some piss to help wash it down. After Timmy drank both their loads of piss, they put him in a bed in one of the spare bedrooms with a big buttplug lodged in his ass. Timmy fell asleep almost immediately—he never taken a pill before—and Conrad and Dimitri went to rest in the master bedroom.

Yeah, it seems that condoms are becoming a rarity when it comes to sex. Heck, it is probably far more common when fucking a woman to avoid pregnancy than among men having sex with other men. I can't even remember when I had a guy want a condom, with one exception, even when their profile says "safe/condom only". Living in a college town, there is a never ending supply of raw ass because every college boi goes bare.