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Part 2 He’s cock was creasing up toward his belly as they maneuvered David through the room. The other man—stocky, not typically attractive, hairy belly even thicker than John’s—kept one meaty hand under David’s armpit for balance. The man turned to John. “He is pretty out. Probably wont remember a thing. You should feel his warm hole” the man guided johns hand down.The skin of David’s thigh was warmer than expected, almost feverish, and slick. It was ridiculous, absolutely not his scene, and yet his cock jerked again, the man’s words heavy in the air. John felt a pulse of shame. David trusted him, always trusted him, and here he was, hard as a rock, getting off on the idea of fucking his boyfriend while some stranger watched. ”Can l just see you line up your amazing cock against his hole” the man whispered. John hesitated, face burning, but the man’s grip on him was insistent, a silent promise that what happened here never left the thick walls and sweat of this club. The urge to flee warred with the harder urge that pressed against his abdomen. David’s head lolled back, mouth slightly open, lids tremulous but closed—he looked so young and innocent. The music changed; a deeper, bassier track, the same beat John’s pulse had settled into.“Go on,” the man whispered, his breath hot and sour, and before John could think better of it, he was kneeling, cupping David’s ass, spreading him just slightly to see if it was true. It was. The hole was glossy, a faint sheen of something clear around the rim. For a second, John thought he might cry—shame, gratitude, lust all flaring inside so hot it seared.The stranger’s hand was hot on the small of his back, steadying him as John braced and lined himself up, which felt insane, humiliating, and—fuck—the tip of his cock touched David’s slicked opening and all of those feelings vanished under a tide of rawness. He pressed forward, just a nudge, feeling the tightness give, then stop, then give again. David made a small sound, halfway between a sigh and a moan, and the stranger squeezed John’s shoulder with a possessive, approving grip.This wasn’t how John wanted it, not really, but the smell of sweat and musk and the beat of the nightclub pressed every nerve into alertness. He looked up to David’s face, searching for a sign he should stop. David’s eyes were closed, lips parted, the same way he looked when he slept after a too-long day, safe and deep. John kept his hands on David’s hips so no one else could see how badly he was shaking. He was inside, a fraction, feeling a wild, sick thrill that made his vision pixelate. The stranger’s rough hand stayed on his back, guiding, not rushing him. John could hear the older man’s breath near his ear .He didn’t thrust, not yet—just held himself in that impossible stasis, feeling every trembling twitch of David’s body. The two of them being watched and helped, being made complicit in something neither of them had dared name. All those years of self-loathing, of avoiding mirrors or changing rooms, and now here he was, plugging his beautiful drunk boyfriend in a shadowy club, a hairy stranger’s palm steady on his back, and not even trying to hide how much he loved it. “Your cock is perfect in your boy. You’re a hot beast” the man whispered. John tried to breathe, but each inhale snagged on a raw, dry catch in his throat. The music pounded hard enough to set the bones of his skull shivering. He didn’t dare move. There was a moment—maybe five seconds, maybe a century—where the whole world was nothing but the warmth of David’s body, the stranger’s damp palm on his back, and the metallic taste of his own saliva. He should stop. He should pull out, shake David awake, bundle him home, never mention this again. But the stranger’s hand kept him steady, heavy as a yoke. David’s skin under his own hands was so soft, so hot, he could feel a tremor running through him. David’s opening, stretched around him, was wet and perfect. John stayed like that, just a couple of inches inside, trying to regain control.“You can take him. He wants it. He is your slut. For you to use as you need” the man said, voice close enough to be inside his skull. John braced, squeezing David’s hips, the wet heat coaxing him farther. He’d always worried about hurting David, but here, now, that fear dissolved. He wanted to fill him, plug him until there was no daylight left, fuck him so hard the world outside the club would never be the same. He pulled out and watched his hard cock, and David’s lovely hole. “You are a hot beast. Have you ever watched your boy take another cock in his hole” the man asked. John felt the bottom drop out of his gut. He'd known, intellectually, about the culture of these places, but knowing wasn't the same as being here. John had always wondered what it would be like to let go, to not care who watched, or what he looked like under these lights. He wanted to say no, wanted to walk out with David slung over his shoulder and never come back. He knew he should. But the man’s words burrowed deep, hollowing him out: your boy, your slut, for you to use. He'd never thought of David that way. But now the thought was planted, and when he looked down at the easy, careless sprawl of David’s body, the long legs open and trusting, it rang true in a way that was both sickening and exhilarating. “No,” John said, voice shaky, but it barely sounded at all. The man’s hand was still there, on his ass, as if waiting for an answer. A pulse of nausea. He was used to exerting control, making most of the decisions for David, but not like this, not in this darkness and noise, his body betraying him. It was getting hard to remember why they’d come. He looked up, the man’s face blotchy in the blue and red strobe lights. A polite nod, not a sneer. Not judging at all—expectant, maybe. Like this was as natural as having a cigarette with friends. John looked at the mans growing cock. His body and cock was not unlike his own. He could taste the sour, almost medicinal tang of sweat and old drinks in the air. The man’s cock was thick, less stiff than John’s but rising, flopped against a walrus-soft belly dusted with black curls. It reminded John of himself: ordinary, nothing like the jocks and models he sometimes saw on his phone late at night, but in this room, under this light, essential. Animal. The man moved forward. He got so close that John could smell the old-fashioned aftershave in the ruff of his chest. No words were necessary. John shivered, wanting to be sick but also—God, he wanted to see it, to know what David looked like with another man’s cock in him. David was limp but his pulse, rabbit-fast in the crook of his thigh, thrummed against John's fingertips. The stranger waited, his meaty cock heavy in his fist. “What do you say? You want to see me fuck your boy?” The question wormed its way into John’s head, squirming. Did he want to see another man fuck David? No, that wasn’t it—did he want David to get what he deserved. See him turned from a guy not wanting sex, to being used like a whore. His whore. He did. He really did. In the moment, the revulsion and urge to protect fused with something reckless and starved, a need that didn’t care about dignity or intent. He thought of the nights he lay beside David, hard and wanting, settling for the sweet, close comfort of his boy’s body, wishing for more but never asking. He thought of the hunger, the quiet, constant ache that had become the background radiation of their life together. Was this how it finally got out? Not with love, or consent, just raw appetite and the sick thrill of surrendering it all? The man took John’s silence as a yes. He maneuvered David’s limp body with a grim gentleness. John’s knees ached against the sticky floor. The man guided his cock with a steady hand, the mushroom head damp, and pressed it against David’s hole.

We have been together for quite a long time, Matt and I. After these 15 years of mutual love, we have a deep and passionate affection, though the sex was less frequent. And to be honest, I was mostly the culprit here. I could see I was satisfying him. He was often at the initiative, and in these occasion that was great, but still, I felt it was not enough for him. Likely due to the fact I was not well endowed, a mere 4 inch hard, and cumming quickly while he would need minutes of jerking off to climax. At some earlier during the year, I notice he was browsing stuff on his phone and the computer, but quickly closing or switching apps when I was approaching. That seemed odd to me. Could he be cheating on me ? I doubt it. Though we were exclusive, we often made joke about a "side-lover", and in these cases, he seemed he would not be jeaslous about it but join the fun. This became a pattern. I tried to talk about it with him. He kind of apologized, thoiugh stating he was watching porn. That sounded strange to me, we already watched porn together, and one found the other watching he, he joined the party... So on a day day I was not working while he was at his office, I tried to look at the computer. Nothing in the brwoser history. However I noticed he did not disconnect his password manager. I knew I should not do it, but that I was so eager to knwo I could not help it. I opened it, and found some credentials to some sites thisvid, which I knew hsted some porn vids, and breedingzone. I did not that one. I connected to it with his creds, and was browsing through the site content. This was some good reading material, especially the bareback part. I noticed that Matt had actually reacted to several posts, but in another forum "The backroom". I looked at his posts "God, I would love to be at the twink's place", "So hot story, man, wish you could poz me too"... same kind of comments over and over. When I read the stories he reacted to, I was disbelief. He was turned on by guys sharing their HIV strain to others. Worse, the ones he loved the most were the ones where the bottom was not aware of it at first... That is only then I noticed I was so hard and leaking that my trunk was soaked... I jerked and came as I rarely did before. "Fuck..." I though to myself. That night, when we were in the room, I bred him more than twice, which was "the usual" pattern. He seemed sore and complained a bit about it, but when I shove his head in the pillow saying "shut up, I know you love when I am rough", he submitted, his ass clenching even more on my dick. After that, I created my own profile on the site, stating I was likely poz, though not sure but a pure top. I posted some fiction stories about seeding guys, hoping to conver them. Until once he commented one of my story as well "Fuck man, I just came all over myself reading your story". Well that is he is up to when working from home. Naughty boy - he was craving to be bred by some random men with huge dicks. I was actually becoming obcessed by this, and then it strucked me... Why could I not just realize his fantazy. If he wants to be bred by others, well so be it... I started to plan. I bought some double hand and ankle cuffs. I browsed some hook up sites, and contacted some well endowed guys, stating they are positive. Two men replied. I checked their profile again. Two well-built daddies in their late fourties, and well endowed. The first claimed having a 8x5 inches, and was displaying a biohazard tatoo just above his scrotch. The second had a picture of his dong compared to wine bottle, and the latter did not seem much bigger... and a black scorpion tattoo's on his chest with a green drop at the edge of its dart. These are the guys. I wanted. I chatted with them and explained I wanted to offer my love, who called "my boy", a gift for his birthday, and how I was foreseeing the fun party. And so it happened. On the afternoon, of Matt's birthday, we made out and I conducted him to the bed room. I undressed him, roaming his smooth body. I puched him on the bed and went on sucking his cock. Too absorbed by the feeling, he did not react as I was maneuvering him so his head was against a the headboard. I wend up kissing his belly up to his mouth, while I discretly retrive one pair of the cuffs from the nighstand. As were making out, I took one of his hand and locked it too one of the bed rail. He looked at me with surprise, but with a lustful grin. He just gave his second arm on the opposite side. I locked it up as well. "Wow, you bought some naughty stuff here, honey". "Yeah, you like that ?" "Oh yes... you know I love being submissive". "Good! This is just the beginning!" Our eyes locked both with lust, I removed my top and trousers, keeping my brief on. My hardon deforming it, I wanted to tease him first. I placed my self between his legs, and slowly push his ass up with my thighs. Matt raised his legs. I took one of his ankle and maneuvered it to his hand to lock it as well. His eyes widen in surprise. "Fuck Joe, you really want me to be locked" he said with lust, but also a slightly tone of fear, as I grasp the other ankle to lock it. "Here you are! what a view from where I am Matt..." I started to rock my hips against his pucker, with my brief on. He already started to moan with that when the door bell rang. "Fuck who that can be? leave it be" Matt said, annoyed, when he saw I got up. "I will just check, so we are really at peace". I took a short and got downstairs. I could see through the doors two men standing. I quietly opened the door and invited them in while keeping them silent. Kyle and Sebb introduced themselves to me. "Okay guys, I have just locked Matt but not bred yet. I propose you just get yourself at ease and start getting up when you ear him mean. Trust me you will" "Okay Joe. You really sure you want us to go on with this? because once we are in your boy there is no turning back" "Well anyway, you are on meds and undetectable, right ? so yeah" Leaving no time for them to answer, as i could not imagine people would not actually be without medication for this. I went back up leaving them with their lustty smiles. "Who was it ?" Matt asked. "Oh some handsome sollicitors" I replied being naked, positionning my self with my rock hard cock leaking. I aligned my cock on his pucker starting to push in. "You should have let them in" Matt replied starting moaning. "Who said I did not ?" I replied pushing deep, with a smile. I started to pump, and as I unfortunately do, I came deep in him. Matt was still moaning. I slowly withdraw, circling by wet cock on his hole to lube it more. Kyle and Sebb has entered the room without a noise. As they climbed on the bed, Matt said "What the fuck!" "Shhh Honey, I know you dreamed about it!" I said as I got up and went to sit on the armchair facing the bed. Kyle aligned his cock with Matt hole and started to push. "Fuck man you are tight" He said while pushing in slowly and without stopping until he is ballsdeep. Matt had his eyes locked on the man chest, while breathing heavily. "You like what you see boy ?" Seb asked, Matt was not answering, not properly seeing the man who spoke behind Kyle. Sebb went to the side of the bed, near to me, reavealing himself to Matt who turned his head. I saw a bit of fear in Matt's eyes, while his faced was a bit distorted by the pain of Kyle cock now full in. "Man, you are so tight - I bet you never took another dick besides the tiny one of your partner, right", Kyle asked. Matt nodded "Fuck, Joe... what is happening ?" Matt asked. "Honey, I am just granting one of your dark desire. I read your posts on breeding zone" I replied. "Fuck..." was all he could only answer, while Kyle was starting to plow him hard. "Well mate, please blow me in the meantime" instructed Sebb putting a hand behind by head sure. I brought my mouth to his cock which was drooling precum. I started to put his big mushroom head in my mouth, locking my eyes on his biohazard tattoo on his belly "That's it man, suck that poz dick". Lost in my lust, seeing Matt being fucked by another man and these big dicks, my balls were thinking for me and could not listen to my brain raising alarms... "I am gonna breed you boy..." Kyle said after a few minutes of relentlessly fucking Matt... While I was still blowing Sebb, I was seeing Kyle accelerating his movement, untill with one final thrust he went deep and sigh with the climax "Fuck... take that poz load boy!!" "Fuck... I am cumming too" Matt added, his dick pulsating and erupting over his torso and some landing in his opened mouth As I was about to get up to kiss Matt, Sebb maintained me pinned in the armchair "Wait a second man, I am also releasing my load here" and as told, I felt his cockhead erupting down my throat... "Look at me" Sebb ordered "You like the taste of my toxic cum?" his asked with an evil grin pushin his cock deeper. I choked on it while nodding. "Good! Now let have a turn at your boy pussy!" with that Sebb withdraw from my mouth, mixed spit and cum string from my lips to his cockhead flying. I saw Kyle withdrawing from Matt's ass. It was just gaping, with some pinkish around his hole. Sebb positionned his big cock, and rammed in with one powerfull thrust, making Matt crying. Kyle chuckled, while getting off bed and coming to be "be kind and clean that cock!" he told me with the same powerfull hand behind my head. Mesmerized by Sebb's powerfuck, I just opened my mouth for Kyle's dick. As he made me suck him, I could taste Matt's ass juice, Kyle's cum and some iron taste. Kyle's cock was already hard, and as I looked him up, he took my head with both his hands and facefucked me. "Yeah you taste your boy's blood on my dick ? Well you did not prepare him enough, but that better for our seeds to take in" in said with a smile. Matt and I were both fucked. After several minutes, they were both panting. Kyle made me look as him and just blow his load down my throat. How could a man cum so much... It was like I being forced to drink.. He sighs with the relief of the climax and withdrew from my mouth. "Thanks man, you were both good holes". At the same moment, Sebb went crazy and going verbal with Matt "Fuck, I will poz you, you slutty boy!" And as he was thrusting slower but brutally he unloaded "Take my toxic wad boy!". He was still thrusting to push deeper both Kyle's and his loads. "Well, I think you are fucked boy! Considering my redish pole and both our potent cum! " He withdrew, turned to Kyle and I and add "Mission Accomplished sir!! " Both Kyle and Sebb got dressed and made their way out, leaving us both panting while adding "Feel free to reach out to us if you want a recharge or if you did not convert". I got up from the armchair, put myself between Matt's legs and just plunge my dick in his gaping ass. I was almost not touching his inner walls, though that was sufficient with all that happened to make me cum. I maintain myself burried in him for a while. He was looking at me with a lusty smile... "Joe, you silly fucker... that is completly crazy... I never came like that before... but still, we might be exposed now" I bend over to kiss him and whispered to him. "Well, whatever happens next, I will always love you. Happy Bday my love!"

John and David had been together for what felt like a lifetime. They had met when David was just 18, and now, John was 47 and David 25. John had always struggled with his self-image. At 5’9” and 220 lbs, he couldn’t help but compare himself to younger, fitter men. His body had grown hairier, his hair was turning gray, and his gut had expanded since he met David. The one thing he still liked about himself was his cock—7.5” and thick, just as hard now as it was when he was 18. He often wondered how he had gotten so lucky with David. David was everything John wished he could be—6’1”, blond, green-eyed, with a toned body, a lovely smile, loving eyes, and a juicy bubble butt. John’s self-consciousness didn’t stop at his appearance; he often felt inadequate in every aspect of his life. David had always been his rock, backing him up with unwavering support, a kind smile, and comforting hugs. From the moment they met, it felt right—a deep, undeniable connection. They cuddled often, and the sex was good, even though David wasn’t very experienced and John hadn’t been with anyone in a while. John preferred to top, but David wasn’t always comfortable with anal, so they mostly cuddled, jerked, and sucked each other. As the years passed, they grew closer, becoming each other’s greatest support. The sex became less frequent. David wanted it less and less, while John craved it, ideally every day. In reality was more like once a week or a couple of times a month. David would let John fuck him sometimes, but those occasions were rare. They lived their lives, spent lots of time together, and enjoyed each other’s company. In many ways, John felt he couldn’t ask for more, yet he yearned for more sex. It had been an incredibly stressful year for both of them. John worked in finance, always feeling out of place among his more alpha-acting colleagues. The margins had gotten thinner, and the pressure grew. David had been between jobs but always managed to land on his feet in the end. They had planned a holiday in warmer weather, a much-needed break from the stress. The first few days were lovely—they both relaxed immediately. David even got on his knees and sucked off John in their hotel room on the second day. John had seen lube packed in David’s bag, and they seemed off to a great start. One warm evening, they decided to have a few drinks after dinner, something they rarely did. As they walked back to the hotel, they passed a gay club. Neither of them had ever really been part of the gay scene. They stopped and looked at the club, its neon lights flickering invitingly. “Should we take a look?” David asked, his voice slurred a little from the alcohol. “Nah,” John answered, his discomfort palpable. “It looks seedy, and the dress code says naked on Fridays.” David had a cheeky smile. “Could be fun to just have a look. We’re far away from home, no one knows us here.” John looked at David, a mix of annoyance and longing in his eyes. Despite David’s waning interest in sex, he had never had a problem walking around with little clothes on or even skinny-dipping. John knew it wasn’t the same thing, but it still kind of irritated him. “I don’t want to get undressed in a room full of strangers. You know why. You know why that would feel awful,” John said, his voice tinged with bitterness. David moved closer to John, his eyes softening. “You’re my favorite person, and I love you. I wish you would stop putting yourself down. It could be fun for a little while, then we could head back. I’m sure you’re more handsome than the men already in there.” John really didn’t want to, but he could see that David wanted to try something new. “Okay, but just for a little while,” he conceded, his heart heavy with reluctance. As they paid and were shown to the changing room, John felt a growing sense of unease. The efficiency with which the club enforced the “dress code naked” policy surprised him. “Should we just go?” John asked, looking at himself in the mirror, his insecurities screaming at him. David, seemingly a bit less confident than he was outside, replied, “No, let’s just have a look, maybe a drink, then leave.” They ventured further into the club, the dim lights casting eerie shadows. The room felt large, with about 10-12 men spread out in groups of two or three. John felt incredibly uncomfortable, but seeing the other men, most of whom were older and similarly sized or larger, helped a bit. The bar was more brightly lit, with a group of men standing there. “Can you go get us a drink?” John asked, not wanting to draw attention to himself and preferring to stay in the dim light. David agreed and went to the bar. A man whispered to John, “A sweet boy you have. Bet he’s lovely to fuck. A nice bubble butt like that, on a boy like him. Bet he loves your fat cock in him.” John didn’t say anything, feeling even more uncomfortable as the man briefly grabbed his cock. “MMM, I can feel you wanting to fuck him,” the man said. John pulled away, but he did felt himself getting harder. He stood alone as David returned. “It’s really weird being in a room with naked men,” David said. “Yeah, I’m ready to leave,” John said, trying to seem half-joking. They chatted, kept to themselves, and tried not to stare at the other men. It seemed the last drink hit David harder than it should. He got a bit funny, more out of it than John had ever seen him. John went to the bar to get some water. Another man started chatting with him. “Lovely boy you have. I can see that he maybe got a little too much to drink”. “I think so, yes,” John answered. “I could help you get him on his feet, he seems to have collapsed a bit on the couch over there,” the man offered. John looked and saw that David was indeed slumped over. “I think we’re good,” he said, but then thought about himself being naked, trying to pull a naked David out of the room. Maybe it would be more discreet if they carefully supported David on either side. “Maybe, if you don’t mind,” John said. “No problem, happy to help,” the man replied. They walked over to David, who was awake but a bit dazed. They took him on either side and had him up in no time. The man turned to John and whispered, “You’re a lucky man. He has has lubed his hole, ready for you to fuck him. I had a feel” The man stroked Johns back, and he could feel the wet finger. He must have done it as they lifted David. John was confused for a second but realized David must have planned for it before they left for dinner, thinking they would fuck when they got back to the hotel room. He felt his cock stiffen.

I'm a new-ish cumdump. I've been having group sex and taking loads at sex parties and bathhouses for many years, but never that many in a session. Maybe six in an evening at the most. I wanted to up my game and try something new, so I organized a pump and dump with me as the bottom. Being something of a geek, I Googled "how too host a pump and dump" and similar phrases. I've read every thread on the subject on Breeding Zone and Reddit, and listened to the Sniffies podcast on pump and dumps. I was anxious until I decided to go for it and post my ad on Sniffies. Overnight I became enthusiastic, excited, horny, and ready to bend over for anyone who requested. My event was in suburban New Jersey and lasted for seven hours. 14 men visited and dumped 18 loads in my ass. It was a LOT of fun and I found being an unabashed cumdump be both liberating and empowering. I've already written a date on my calendar for my next event and can't wait to do it again. During the event I learned a number of lessons. I thought I'd pass them along to you. Ignore or utilize as your discretion. 1. Skip the Blindfold -- It's inconvenient and in the way. Blindfolks make it hard to keep track of your poppers, phone, etc. The tops didn't seem to find it erotic or care whether I wore it. As I see it, the major advantage of a blindfold is for those who might otherwise shy away from some of the tops. For these bottoms a blindfold makes it easier to do a "no loads refused" event. It's overkill for those of us for whom appearance and body type are not issues. (I suppose the sensory aspect of not being able to see was fun, but only mindly so. I didn't miss it at when I ditched the blindfold halfway through the event.) 2. Don't bother advertising on BBRT. The site isn't quite dead, but it's dying. Maybe in a city you'd do okay. In the burbs it's pretty dead. A week-long ad resulted in one additional visitor to my event. In retrospect it wasn't worth it. I won't bother with it next time around. 3. Make sure your ad has a line about "no loiterers" - you're going to have them. Be polite but firm, and request they head on. Dangle the possibility of a private 1-on-1 with them the next week, even if you're not serious about it. I had two loiterers each of which spent 90-120 minutes with me and cost me precious "recruiting" time. I might have gotten a few more loads if they'd politely left when they were done. Saying they're recharging isn't an excuse to hang out for endless cuddling. 4. Cut and paste. Many of the guys who signed up for the party on Sniffies didn't see the room number in the event chat. I got a lot of messages from registered people asking for it. Having a cut/paste response saved me a lot of typing. It had the hotel name, room #, instructions to come right into the room, my current load count, and the like. Side note: for some reason my phone kept erasing the "paste material" in memory while I used Sniffies. I wound up writing it in my phone's Notes app and repeatedly copying it back into memory from that. 5 - Hand towels and wipes were appreciated by the tops. 6 - Expect multiple positions. Even though my ad said I'd be "face down, ass up", I spent little time in that position. The tops flipped me into every position imaginable. Expect them to do the same to you. If you truly want to do a limited set of positions, say so in your ad. (Personally, I loved telling me something was their favorite position. Then I made gave it my best effort to make it the best fuck they'd ever experienced.) 7 - Post status updates. On Sniffies I posted updates on how the party was going. I posted them both within the group chat, and in the general "area chat" function. I'd periodically update my load count. 3... 6... 10... 12... 15... and finally 18 (where the event finished). Guys were cheering me on in messages. And some came to the party specifically because they were so aroused at the increasing number and wanted to be a party of the fun. It was a great form of advertising, attracted a few more tops, and required little time and effort. Not to mention I like the cheers people messaged me. I'm an exhibitionist. I get extremely turned on by cheers from an audience. 8 - Expect to be fetishized -- reflect the thought. I'm 54 years old, short, balding, and dumpy looking. In my day-to-day life I get little sexual attention from gay men. Even on the apps I don't get a lot of attention. Some, but not much. Yet as soon as I started recruiting guys for my pump and dump, suddenly I attracted a status I haven't experienced in years -- that of sex symbol. Guys were messaging me asking me about my bottoming experiences, what's the most number of loads I'd ever taken, how many I expected to take that my group, etc. Some of these are guys were just getting off on dirty talk, but some were genuinely aroused by the idea of fucking a cumdump. And some of these guys came to my party and cheered me on. I was also surprised how many people complimented my body. Like so many gay men I have severe body issues and dislike how I look. I especially don't like my ass. A boyfriend 30 years and 60 lbs. ago told me I had a "poofy rear", a comment for which I never forgiven or forgotten. Imagine my surprise when tops started telling me about my "fat ass". I was mortified at first and said nothing even though he meant it as a compliment. By the time the fifth top was telling me how hot it was to fuck my fat ass, I realized I was being fetishized. What's a bottom cumdump to do? I listened for whatever phrases they were saying -- sometimes about me, sometimes about themselves, and I'd reflect it right back at them. "You like fucking that fat ass, don't you?" "Yeah, fuck that cummy hole. You have no idea how much cum you're dipping into." And in one case a top kept talking about his "thick Puerto Rican dick", so I began echoing that back. "Fuck that Puerto Rican dick of yours is thick! Fuck me harder!" I have my own thoughts and ideas that turn me on, but I didn't express them. By echoing theirs I caused the tops to get all the more excited and to blow their loads more quickly. Which means I can get on to the next top sooner. That's what a pump and dump is all about, isn't it? Quantity over quality. Echoing it helps. 9 - End a pump and dump when you still want more. In chemistry, a "limiting reagent" is the ingredient that is consumed first in a reaction. Once it's consumed the reaction comes to an end. In a pump and dump, this could be: - Tops - Time - Your body (either your ass tapping out, or becoming too hungry/thirsty/tired) - Losing the goodwill of the hotel (ie; being shut down) These are somewhat related. The more time you have, the more tops you can attract, and the more likely your body will reach its limit. In my case I feared my ass would give out on me, but I've done a fair bit of slutting it up at sex parties in NYC lately so I was hopeful I'd be fine. Sure enough, I was. When I finally left my ass was sore but still wanting more. What ultimately happened is I ran out of time. I had planned to close up at 8pm, but decided to go a bit longer (9:30) because I had a loiterer who was trying to recruit tops for me. Even if he had been successful (see #10 below), my body was rapidly wearing out. I hadn't eaten much before the event and I wasn't staying hydrated. I used Cialis which always makes my head spin. Also, my event expired on Sniffies which made it difficult to attract tops. It didn't help that someone posted another nearby Pump and Dump on Stiffies using almost identical text from my ad. (I hope the tops ripped him a new hole for it.) Anyway, it was time to go. I still wanted more, but was happy with how it turned out. That's a successful event in my book. 10 - Be wary of someone who tries to recruit additional tops at the last minute. Lots(!) of guys will want to watch other guys fucking you. If they want to bring a friend, great! Two guys who came to my event were occasional fuck buddies. They made out while I blew one and the other fucked me... often swapping roles with me always in the center. It was fun. What wasn't fun was one of the loiterers who pulled out his phone and went on Grindr to recruit nearby guys to come fuck me. The loiterer wasn't very attractive, and he started inviting anyone nearby to come fuck me. The guys had very little idea what was going on, weren't aware this had been a pump and dump, and often had wildly different agendas. Some were countering him with requests to be paid to drop by. Others were asking endless questions. The only person who showed up took one look at us and made a lame excuse about forgetting poppers in his car before leaving. I told the loiterer that he wouldn't be back. He disagreed as he believed the line about getting poppers. I told him to watch and see. Sure enough, a moment later there was the roar of a car and then he drove off. I figure he either didn't remotely like the way we looked, or he was thinking of robbing me and decided not to do so since there were two of us. After this fiasco I asked him not to recruit anyone else. I exempt experienced "Sherpas" who plan pump and dumps from this advice. I also exempt anyone who is recruiting a friend or playmate to drop by. But if someone is trying to recruit random strangers, it's not likely to end well and will probably waste your time and focus when you least want to waste them. ----- That's my ten points of advice. Sorry I write so much, but I wanted to repay the favor for the next geek who does research for his initial pump and dump. PS, That's a photo of my ass after the pump and dump. PPS, My next event will be Nov 14. If you're in New Jersey and want to drop by, let me know. :)

Hello all, I am glad you all liked the last chapter. I have been busy and had a little writers block so give me another day or two and I will get the next chapter up. Thanks, Uncut

Had a great Pride day! Fucked a couple of guys, pozzed a few asses today.. but the last was the best. Met a cute boy and had come over today, after chatting on the streets for a short time. Of course, he wasn't aware that my dick would only fuck up his cute ass raw, but he'd find out soon enough. So we got to my place, got comfortable, and then we started to make out. Soon, he was writhing and moaning as I tweaked his little nipples and fingered his ass with a dry finger. He knew that he was going to get fucked by my big dick. He was the first to move from the couch to the bedroom and stripped for me, not that there was much to take off. He was dressed only in some hot pants and sneakers cuz he was on one of the floats. The little slut knew how to make my dick throb; he was giving me a private little dance as he pulled off the little clothing he wore. I just knew that this was a talented ass that could hug my dick and swallow me to the loaded balls! We continued our session by making out, with him begging me to stick my big dick into his tight ass. (Everyone's got a tight ass, I didn't know exactly how tight he would really be. Boy, was I surprised when I finally did enter that ass.) I had him lay on his back and we kissed some more (I knew from prior experiences that this would help distract him from asking me about a condom). I explored his mouth with my tongue and moved my cock into place, right outside his tight little hole. I teased his hole with my dickhead, and he raised his butt like a good submissive slut, and wrapped his legs around me. (Nothing like young ass...they almost say anything if you're forceful enough). I grabbed some baby oil and slathered up my dick. Before he could say anything, I repositioned myself to the entrance to his neg ass, and pushed. I was biting his neck hard as I when I popped my dick in his ass. He froze and let out a little yelp, but I continued to push, watching his face scrunch up in pain as his ass adjusted to the sensations of my naked dick. I steadily inched more of my poz cock into his ass until he had the entire 9" into him. He winced and moaned louder as I sank inch after inch into this boypussy. He started to cry and whimper, telling me how full my dick made him feel, how it hurt. I don't think he'd ever had as big or thick or as deadly. He told me it was painful. I just said that it'll be the most incredibly pleasurable fuck he'll ever get. He begged me to stop for a few minutes, but I just continued to fuck him. Soon, I was able to pull out until the just head of my dick was in his ass and plunge right back in. He started to beg me to fuck him harder! I complied by drilling into his hole, turning it into a wet and sloppy cunt, reveling in the pleasure that I would soon flood his ass with my charged cum. I fucked him for a good fifteen minutes in that position until he said his arms were getting tired. Without pulling out, I flipped him onto his knees and began to pound away at his sweet ass for another fifteen minutes until I pushed him flat on his stomach and I held him down and fucked him some more. I had to slow my pace down because I felt my nut reaching a point of no return. I wanted to savor this sweet ass, so I buried my dick to the base and remained still for about two minutes to give my balls time to calm down. My poz-precum dribble out and mix with his slimy ass juices, slicking up his ass channel. He got impatient and began gyrating and pumping on my dick, begging for more. I slid my arms under his shoulders, pinched his nipples and gave him what he was begging for. A good fucking. Boy, that really turned him on as got the response I expected - a loosening of the ass muscles which allowed a more intimate plowing. He arched his back and moaned for more, screaming "deeper," "harder," "FUCK ME! FUCK ME! FUCK ME!" The slut had no shame and I began to treat him like the cheap whore he deserved to be treated. I fucked him raw for another ten minutes, during which time, I began to whisper in his ear. I let him know he was a "cheap good for nothing hole," and I would use him for my pleasure and perverted desires. He shot all over himself and the blankets. I fucked him for another ten minutes getting his ass all nice and primed to absorb my load, and to my amazement, this pussyboy shot another load! Was I surprised. By this time, I was excited as hell and I felt my balls tighten. I decided it was time to give this boy/slut/slave what he didn't know he came for and I began to pull all the way out and pound back into him. I finally shot my big load of poison into his ass, grunting, "Take that fucking cock, take my fucking cum. I'm fucking knocking you up." I rested for about ten minutes and got up. I kissed him some more, and fingered his sore and puffy ass. I grabbed his t-shirt from the floor and wiped off my dick, leaving smears of cum, ass juice and blood on it. He said, that was the hottest fuck he'd had in a long time, and asked when he could come over again.

The story you’re about to read is woven from the threads of my own experiences, though I’ve taken some creative liberties. It unfolds through the eyes of a young man seeking something deeper than fleeting moments of physical connection—a journey that echoes my own from years past under the tutelage of my Dom. As I navigated the crowded space, I was struck by the diversity of the crowd. There were those who exuded confidence, their presence commanding respect, and others who, like me, were newcomers, seeking guidance and understanding. It was a world where vulnerability was not a weakness but a strength, a badge of honor worn with pride. Here, i found not just a community, but a family. We are bound by trust, respect, and a shared understanding of the path we walk." Under his tutelage, I began to understand the nuances of the lifestyle. It was not just about the physical acts, but about the mental and emotional connection that made those acts meaningful. He taught me that dominance and submission were not about power, but about trust and surrender. It was a dance, a delicate balance where both partners were equal, their roles defined by mutual consent and understanding. As I delved deeper into the world, I realized that the BDSM lifestyle was a journey of self-discovery. It was a place where I could explore my desires, my fears, and my strengths. The community embraced me, offering support and guidance, their experiences a beacon in the dark. Through the lens of my journey, I hope to capture the essence of this world—a world where intimacy is not just physical, but a profound connection of the mind and soul. It is a place where vulnerability is celebrated, and trust is the foundation upon which everything is built. To those who are curious, I invite you to explore this world with an open mind and heart. It is a journey that can lead to profound self-discovery and connection. And to those who are already a part of this community, I hope my words resonate with your experiences and serve as a reminder of the beautiful bond we share. With gratitude and respect, I dedicate this story to Sir Evans, the Dom who guided me into this world. His mentorship was a gift, a beacon that illuminated my path and taught me the true meaning of discipline and community. Thank you, Sir Evans, for showing me the way. My Genesis, The Brotherhood Chapter 1 Tuesday, May 18, 1993, 7:17 PM They say curiosity killed the cat. For me, it didn’t kill—it reshaped me, pulling me into a world I never imagined. I was seventeen, trapped in the haze of a trigonometry final, my textbook a lifeless slab of numbers mocking me from the desk. I needed an escape, something to jolt me awake. So, like any restless, hormone-drunk suburban kid with a dial-up modem and a head full of dirty secrets, I slunk into AOL’s alt.binaries.m4m.personals.NY.LI—a gritty, pre-Craigslist underworld of raw desire. Most ads were the usual filth: blurry nudes, pathetic begging, or shady offers for quick cash. Then one hit me like a slap across the face. CONTROL — Want to take it, or have it taken from you? My heart pounded, my jeans tightening before my brain could catch up. I clicked, already half-lost. The ad was bold, unapologetic: >Do you know how to take control—or crave having it stripped away? Ever wonder why kink ignites something in you that you’re too afraid to name? You already know the answer. You just haven’t dared to speak it. >Verbal Dom Master seeks pledges for a brotherhood of men. You’ll be trained in bondage, dominance, sadism, masochism, and more. Confront the lies you tell yourself—the ones holding you back. Our mirror will show you your most raw truths, and by facing them, you’ll grow. You were meant to command your world, not shrink from it. >Let go. Trust yourself and your brothers. What awaits is beyond what you can grasp now. Once you begin, you won’t turn back—the truth you find will pull you forward. >This isn’t a fantasy. It’s a lifestyle for men ready to leave boyhood behind and embrace the responsibilities of manhood. >Reply with a paragraph about why this speaks to you—and a photo. I shared it with my friends. We were stunned, drawn in, our curiosity burning. This wasn’t just intriguing; it felt like a door to something deeper. Together, we sent a reply with a group photo and a short note about ourselves. The next day, a response arrived: Hello, young gentlemen. Congratulations on taking the first step. As you’re not yet of age for deeper discussion, I can only offer an outline for now. If you’d like, we can meet for coffee in a public place. After a few messages, we set a date. Sunday, May 23, 1993, 3:00 PM I arrived at the Bel-Aire Diner in Astoria, Queens NY, a lively, neutral spot. We met in the parking lot, as planned. He was tall, well-built, handsome, commanding, his presence heavy with quiet authority. “You may call me Sir,” he said, his voice steady. “Understand, boy?” “Yes, Sir,” I replied, my throat tight. Inside, the host greeted us with, “As requested, Sir,” and led us to a private booth in a quiet corner. Sir spoke first, cutting through the diner’s hum. “Let me outline things before you ask questions.” He described the initial training: obeying commands, standing at attention, speaking only when addressed, and understanding our place. We’d learn grooming, domestic skills—cleaning, bar tending, massaging, ironing, light cooking—and a code of honor, conduct, and behavior. “You’re not training to be a maid,” he said, his gaze locking onto mine. “You’re training to be a respectable, independent man who relies on no one.” Initiation would have to wait until my eighteenth birthday, for legal reasons. He handed me four binders, each divided into chapters with assignments. I couldn’t help asking, “What about fucking and that sort of stuff, sir?” He smiled, patiently. “I understand you're eager to fulfill your fantasies. But without this foundation, you’ll only chase fleeting moments. You contacted me because you want more—and this is the groundwork, boy.” We finished our coffees and parted. Afterwards, I met with the boys, showing them the binders. The tasks seemed manageable—some we already knew. We agreed to commit and start the lessons. Friday, June 25, 1993, 12:00 PM (My 18th Birthday) After a small family party—chocolate cake, presents, and my mom’s worried lecture about ticks at Mohonk State Park, where I said we were camping—my dad slipped me forty bucks with a look that said, “I know you're story is complete BS, go have fun.” They had no idea what we were really chasing. After a small birthday party with the family, accompanied by chocolate cake and some gifts. I start to pack up for the weekend. I told my parents that the guys and I were going camping at the Mohonk state park preserve. My mom, overly concerned about ticks, gives me a loving lecture and some deet. I promise her that we will check each other's bodies for ticks every night before bed. My dad quietly slipped me forty bucks and gave me that look that says, I know you're story is complete BS, go have fun. Little did they know what hijinks we were actually up to. By 2:45 PM, we reached the address. I knocked at the door, and Master greeted us, leading us inside to a mudroom. His voice was calm but firm. “Tonight is a big weekend for you boys. Tonight, you will begin to confront your fears and admit your desires. This will be done in the presence of others and you will be held to our standards. You will be tested and broken down in front of each other, and many other men.” He explained the hierarchy: everyone will be masked except him and us four. Only Master could speak to us at first, though four mentoring Dom's would later share equal authority, followed by other ranks outlined in the binders. “All orders will be obeyed,” he said. “When you're ready, simply take your shoes off and wait inside the living room, until someone comes for you.” We sat on the couch, nerves buzzing. A young man, masked and wearing only a collar with an Alpha symbol, gestured for us to follow. He led us to a large room, dark and smoky, lit by dim red lights, like a massive converted garage. Naked men stood in a semicircle, their masked faces unreadable. A spotlight in the center of the room snapped on. “Faggots, stand in the light,” Master commanded. We stepped into the glare, exposed. “Faggots, take off all of your clothing and put them into the marked bags. The bags are labeled 'faggot' and our last names.” Master addressed me first. “Faggot bindel, announce your name and why you are here.” My voice unsteady. “My name is dietrich bindel and I am a faggot. I came here seeking, discipline, training, mentoring, and respect Sir.” danny, harry, and arthur followed, their voices echoing mine. Master approached me. “Faggot bindel, are you ready to submit yourself to my authority?” “Sir, yes, Sir,” I replied. “Kneel and repeat after me.” I knelt, reciting: “I, dieterich bindel, fully offer myself to you without hesitation, reservation, or limit for your personal use and/or entertainment. I will obey every command from you without refusal until you release me of my pledge of obligation.” A collar tightened around my neck, slightly restrictive, a constant reminder of my choice, and my place. He repeated the ritual with the others. (What the fuck have we gotten ourselves into?) Master ordered, “Faggot bindel, you will slowly parade yourself around the circle of your brothers on all fours like a dog three times. Properly display yourself for us to see.” I crawled, voice nervous, but clear: “My name is Faggot bindel, and I am a worthless faggot. I seek discipline, training, mentoring, and respect.” I repeat this over and over until my three laps are completed, my words steadied with each recital. I then returned to my spot, and watched the others follow my example. A light flashed, illuminating an area, and two curtains are drawn revealing four dildos attached to the wall, each labeled with our last names. “Go to your individual station, and show us how you suck cock faggots,” Master said. Still on our knees, we obeyed, making our way over to our designated spots and begin to suck on the dildos. Moments later, I hear a clap and four men approached, and force us to go down further. I gagged, throat burning, phlegm pooling. I try to push back, but the man controlling my head pushes me even harder. Master’s voice cut through: “Resistance is cowardice. What did you come here for, faggots?” Choking, we tried: “I seek discipline, training, mentoring, and respect, sir.” The words were muffled, strained. Master claps again and I can hear four other men approach us. Then a small brown bottle was held to my nostril, the other pinched. “Breathe deeply, faggots,” Master said. I inhaled, my head spinning, a warm rush flooding me. Somehow, the dildo became easier, the force diminishes to a gentle suggestion. Another inhale, and I leaned into it, craving the sensation. Clap. “Faggots, turn around one hundred and eighty degrees.” As we begin another light snaps on, and I can see a camera on a tripod gleaming under new light. “What do all faggots crave?” Master asked. I froze, dizzy. A whip stung my ass, and all the men shouted, “Faggots crave cock, sir.” Instinctively, I moved my ass against the dildo and began to fuck myself. The bottle is then applied to me again, and pleasure surged. “Who are you and what are you looking for?” Holy shit this feels amazing as the rhythm of my lust is taking over. “My name is Faggot bindel, and I am a worthless faggot. I seek discipline, training, mentoring, and respect, sir,” Master says louder faggots as you fuck your faggot holes. I said, voice rising. “MY NAME IS FAGGOT BINDEL, AND I AM A WORTHLESS FAGGOT. I SEEK DISCIPLINE, TRAINING, MENTORING, AND RESPECT, SIR!” I moved faster, lost in the act, my body alive with need. With that bottle being reapplied to my nose and me repeating the words. My ass completely opens up and I really begin to fuck myself like some cheap whore. Back and forth, over and over again. I feel mindless, cheap and degraded. God my cock is rock fucking hard. Clap. Four more men approach and place another dildo in front of each of us. “What do faggots crave?” The boys and I all shout out “FAGGOTS CRAVE COCK SIR” and we all instinctively suck those dildos as we fuck ourselves. My God I feel like such a slut. Caught in the rhythm the room joined a unified chant: “FAGGOTS CRAVE COCK, SIR.” We kept going until Master roared, “ENOUGH!” Silence fell, but we four were too caught up to stop. A sharp slap stilled me. “Mentors, collect your faggots,” Master said. A masked Mentor clipped a leash to my collar, walking me outside to a fire pit surrounded by an expansive lawn. The cool night air brushed my sweat-soaked skin, the fire’s glow casting shadows on the masked men around us. Cicadas hummed, mixing with the crackle of flames. My Mentor, his presence firm, placed his hand on my shoulder. danny, harry, and arthur were placed nearby, each with their own Mentor, leashes taut. The fire warmed our bare skin, whip marks faintly visible. The men chanted, “Faggots crave cock, sir,” the words weaving through the night, stirring my nerves. The chant swelled, then stopped, leaving silence. Master’s voice rang out. “Faggots, you’re here to face your deepest desires and confront your fears. This weekend, you’ll be pushed to your limits, tested in ways you never imagined. You’ll embrace your true self and find strength in your submission.” His gaze held us. “This weekend, you’ll be initiated into our brotherhood—marked, claimed, forever changed. Are you ready to accept this path, to embrace the faggot you are destined to be?” The question settled over us. I looked at my friends, their eyes reflecting my own mix of fear and anticipation. We nodded, committing to whatever lay ahead. Master smiled, calm and knowing. He clapped. “Then let the initiation begin.” He turned, heading back to the house, leaving us by the fire, our anticipation growing in the flickering light. End of chapter 1

Last night I was alone and horny called my friend that has party's but he said nothing and he was not around. I asked if anyone in the group around and he said ill get back to you. So I waited watching gay gangbang porn for some time. I got a text from an unknown number and all it said get here in 30 minutes and sent address. I got there in 15 minutes knocked on the door and was told to come in. He came to me and locked the door and said come with me. We walked to his bedroom and was told to strip and get your ass up. So in my favorite position my ass was eaten for a long time then felt lube and he pounded me for at least 30 minutes till he blew. He pulled out and told me to lay down and keep quiet. I laid there feeling my ass dripping and he came back with a friend. I was told by his friend to get that ass my up as I felt his cock slide in. He pumped steady and slow then flipped me over as one held my leggs and his friends cock went back in for a very hard pounding. He blew his load and they got off. His friend sucked my cock and put his fingers in my dripping hole made me suck it. I blew a big load in his mouth and he spit it in my mouth. They got up and I got dressed and left.

Chapter 11 ———- Buck ———— The last week had been great for a lot of reasons. One was that the shop was chugging along and sales continued to be up. Another was that a few days ago I had heard from one of our VIP customers, the jock I had bred on Jacob’s first day with us, that he had got the fuck flu and tested positive. He was super happy about converting. The biggest reason was that Jacob and I had messed around 2 more times since that first night in the hot tub. Our first session after the hot tub had been at his apartment in his living room. We covered all the bases we had before (kissing, body contact, me giving him oral, rimming him, and then fingering him) but Jacob also tried his hand at giving me head. He was pretty good and really wanted all the tips he could get be better at it. His work ethic apparently also applied to the bedroom. He sucked on my balls and licked my hole. I wasn’t big on my hole being messed with but a good licking isn’t bad. It gave Jacob a chance to experience which made it worth it. We stopped there for that session. The last session was 2 nights ago in my bedroom and it included all the stuff we’d done before. Jacob’s oral skills had really improved from his first attempt. He was also able to take my fingers easier and could be a little less gentle. That session also included us watching poz porn before we started. I had a tv mounted in my room that I had setup so I could play my porn play list from my favorite website. We watched it as we cuddled and made out. It continued to play as we moved onto the rest of the fun activities. When we’d both cum we cuddle and continued to watch the porn. I had sent him the “research” the day after our fun in the hot tub. It did include some articles and testimonials on gifting that my doctor gave me when I got the bug. I also sent him similar gifting porn to what the doc had provided me just with updated videos. We hadn’t really talked about what Jacob wanted to do yet. I knew he’d talked with a few of the scorpion boys about it. I also knew that he’d asked Ant about prep. Ant provided him with some websites to look up that covered a lot of his questions about being on prep. That would have made me think he was leaning that way, but he had been absorbing so much poz and gifting porn over the last week. He texted me and asked me for new videos at least 4 times. We hadn’t actually sat down and talked about it yet though. I knew he’d wanted to be fucked. I could almost guarantee he’d be vers bottom or bottom with how much he enjoyed being fingered. I knew he was down to take my dick. He would want to do it raw, as he told me he tried a condom once and hated it. That left only one decision, would he go on prep or would he become my next Scorpion Boy? I wouldn’t push him about. I’d let him tell me when he wanted to. I just hoped he decided soon either way because my cock was craving his hole. Even now as I was pulling into Ant’s drive way to pick him up and go to the park to play a few games of basketball I was half hard thinking about Jacob’s tight hole. Ant’s basketball fundraising tournament for the LGBT center was not till the spring but we meet up at least once every couple weeks to keep our skills sharp. Since we had cleared Trevor to start opening and closing without us I didn’t have to go in to unlock the shop and had the whole day off. Ant worked this evening but had time to play a few games. He came out int his gear and jumped in the truck. We chit chatted about random stuff on the way to the park. When we got there we took our water bottles and the ball and hit the court. We never talked when we played, aside from some shit talking. We both were competitive and took the game seriously. We played 4 games of 21 and split them 2-2. After the park we went to his aunt’s BBQ restaurant for some lunch. We called to check on the shop and Trevor had everything under control so Ant didn’t need to go in till his normal time at 1:30. We got our food, after his cousins gave him some good natured ribbing, and sat down at a table near the back of the restaurant away from everyone. “So how’s thing going with Jacob?” Ant asked me as soon as we got settled in our booth. “It’s going pretty good. We been together 3 times now. He seems really receptive to being my bottom. He is a fast learner for sure.” I said with a big grin on my face. “Nice, that boy is sexy I will give you that. Him picking up quick isn’t suppressing either. That boy is a born pleaser and will put in the work to get it right!” ”Yea, he does love to please. He also loves many other things I have introduced him to.” I said as I wiggled my eyebrows at Ant making us both bust out laughing. “I know that he asked you about prep information. Did he say anything else? Hint which way he as leaning?” I asked once we calmed ourselves. “Now Bucky you know you’re my best friend but you also know me. I wouldn’t say anything if he did. I am not confirming if he did or didn’t by the way.” It was true, Ant never shared other people’s business. If it was told in confidence it was keep in confidence even from me. ”Yea I know. That why I love you. But I hoped maybe he’d given you a hint to pass on to me.” I joked nervously. ”I know you are eager to pop that cherry. I also know that even if he chooses prep that you will still fuck him and care about him like you do all your other boys. You’re just a good guy like that. Just try and chill and let it go. It will happen soon enough brother!” He said in his soothing tone that always helped ground me when I was a little anxious or nervous. We changed the subject and started talking about the ball game we’d watched a few nights ago. It was mouth watering and finger licking good as always! I dropped Ant at his house so he could get changed and head to work. As I walked into my house I kicked off my shoes at the door and put my keys on the table by the door. I grabbed a beer from the fridge anticipating the ball game I was going to watch when I heard a noise from my room. I thought I was all alone so I put my beer down and cautiously walked toward the hall to my room. As the door came into view it was wide open and I saw Jacob naked on the bed. He had apparently been waiting for me. He had a big smile on his face when he saw me. His beautiful eyes had lust in them. His dick was rock hard between his legs. “Hi Daddy Scorpion. It’s about time you got back.” He said in a sweet seductive voice. ————- Jacob ———- I woke up super excited this morning. Today was going to be the day I told Buck my decision. I had made it yesterday afternoon but I wanted to surprise him. I had talked with Trev about it yesterday afternoon when the store had slowed down after the lunch rush. We came up with an idea for a way to surprise him. We knew Buck and I were both off tomorrow so it be the perfect day to do it. The only thing was we needed a way to get Buck out of his house so I could surprise him. Trev suggested maybe calling him to come to the shop for an “issue” but I nixed that. I didn’t want to make Trev put his new duties at risk. Trev suggested we see if Ant would help. That night after our dinner rush finished up it was just me and Ant closing. I told him I’d made my decision and that only Trev and him knew. I also told him the plans we’d made to surprise Buck. That’s when I brought up the issue that we had with the plan, namely getting him out of the house. And was very helpful. He and Buck had already planned to go play basketball tomorrow so Buck would be gone. He also lent me a spare key to Bucks house with the exception I returned it to him the next time I say him. Ant asked if I have ever cleaned out before. I told I hadn’t. He gave me an overview of how to do it so it be all good. He also ran me by the big box store after we closed to get a shower attachment thing that would make it easier. I could barely sleep from the excitement. I had to jerk off and shoot a huge load before I could actually get to sleep. Even then I tossed and turned most the night. The next morning I got up and and watched out the window as Buck pulled out of his driveway, stoped to pick up Ant, and then drive away. Ant had promised me he’d text me when Buck was on his way home. I had my morning coffee and had some yogurt for breakfast. Then I started my preparation process. I shaved (including some grooming of my pubes) and brushed my teeth. I got the attachment on my shower and went ahead and got all that taken care of. Next was a shower. I made sure to scrub extra hard all over. Needed to be nice and clean before I went and got all dirty. When Ant texted me the heads up, I thew in some sweats and headed across the street. I got into the house easily and went back to Buck bedroom. I stripped naked and got on the bed. I was hard as a rock and I hadn’t even touched myself. I heard Buck come in and move around the house. I dropped a book from his nightstand to try and get his attention. Sure enough a few seconds later he came walking down the hallway with a cautious look. “Hey Daddy Scorpion, it’s about time you got back!” I said trying to be as seductive as I could. “Well well what do we have here? A naked boy in my bed? What a pleasant surprise!” Buck replied as his face shifted to a more playful and sexy look. I reached behind me and grabbed the lube bottle I had hidden and tossed it to him. He caught it and looked at it then looks at me. A hint of hope growing in his eyes. ”I decided I want you to fuck me today. Finally take my cherry daddy!” ”Oh do you now? Do you want daddy to pull out before he cums in your ass boy?” He asked as he started to strip off his clothes. “No, I want you to fuck your cum into my boy hole!” I almost begged. “Oh I can definitely do that boy. Probably more than once. But first daddy wants to be sure that you are agreeing to what I think you are” “Yes, I want you to officially make me a Scorpion Boy daddy!” I said as I got on my knees at the end of the bed so I was face to face with Buck. ”That makes daddy so pleased boy!” He said before he took me in a deep passionate kiss. We made out as our hands roamed over each other. Our tongues twisting around each others. He broke the kiss and looked me deep in my eyes. “Daddy needs his boy to suck my dick and get it nice in wet. But I want you to sit on my face as you do it!” I moved to the side so he could lay flat on his back on the bed. I thew my leg over him and then scooted back until I was in potion. He grabbed my hips as I lowered my ass on to his face. His tongue started to lick my hole. Then he started to eat it. Soft at first then more aggressive. Really using his tongue to work my tight hole open. I moaned with pleasure. I bent over, keeping my ass on his face, and took hold of daddy’s big fat dick. It was fully up and hard as a rock. There was precum dripping from his cock hole. Poz unmedicated precum. I stuck my tongue out to taste it. It was delicious and tasted like daddy! I took his fat drooling cock head into my mouth as Buck continued to eat my hole. I sucked on the head and used my tongue to work him while I used one of my hands to jerk him as I sucked. i hadn’t been able to completely deep throat daddy yet and in this position I could suck it to far without getting my ass off his face so I made do with what I could. He seemed to like it, his dick pulsing. He was also moaning and growling into my hole. He slapped me on the ass and grunted for me to reposition so he was sitting up against the headboard and I was in doggy with my ass pointed at him while still leaning over his legs. “Time to get this hole ready boy” he told me as he slapped my other cheek. He squirted lube on his fingers and started to work them into my hole. Slowly and with only two fingers at first. Then he started to pick up speed and added fingers. By this point he was hitting my magic button and driving me crazy! He continued to work my hole and button. Making me moan and thrash in pleasure. “Now it’s time for us to pop that neg boy cherry. Turn around and face me and straddle my lap boy.” I did as Daddy Scorpion told me to. My ass resting on his lap with his massive cock resting on the top of the crack of my ass. “Alright, now we are going to have you sit on my raw dick. My very toxic dick. We will do this position first so that you can control the speed at which I enter you. Don’t rush just listen to your body. It will hurt, but just breathe through it and push your hole out as my cock is about to enter you. This is your last chance to bail, once I go in your raw hole there’s no way I could stop myself from cumming in you boy!” ”I want you to cum in me daddy, to load me with your dirty seed and claim my neg hole forever. Make me your poz son.” I had lined up Bucks big lubed up pole and put his leaky head to my hole as I told him that. I took a deep breath and let it out as I push out my hole and sat down onto Buck’s cock head. It took a few seconds until I felt a pop and his head slip past my ring and into my hole. I will not lie, there was definitely pain and a good amount of it, but I did as Buck told me and took another deep breath. I sat for a minute kissing him as I let my hole get use to his big head. Then I started to slowly take more of his cock into me. I don’t know how long it was till I had got all of him in me. I had to stop and wait a few times. Buck was moaning and growling softly as my tight no longer virgin hole squeezed his fat cock. He rested his hands on my hips as I worked my way down his pole but never forced me to go faster than I wanted. With most of the pain now gone I slowly started to moved up and down on his hard long poz daddy dick. As I did his cock started to rub against my magic button. As soon as it did that the pain disappeared and was replaced by pleasure. I started to pick up speed, using my hips to begin to really ride daddy. As his cock massaged my button more and more the pleasure just continued to build. Bucks growls became almost feral while my moans became almost pleads of ecstasy. He had tightened his grip on my hips and now was starting to moved his hips up to match my rhythm. Not so fast or hard to throw me off my riding but to match it. This increased the pressure on my button and in doing so increased my pleasure. I am not sure how long his big poz dick was inside me but soon I felt my orgasm building in my balls. They tightened up against me. “Fuck daddy I am going to cum!” I told Buck. ”Yes boy! Shoot that load for daddy! When I feel your neg hole squeezing me as you cum it will make me shoot!” I threw my head back and as I sat down hard one last time on Buck’s big fat poz dick I shoot a huge load all over his face chest and stomach. I came hands free not once touching my dick. ”Fuck yes boy squeeze that dick!! Fuck here it comes. I am loading you boy hole with my charged cum!! Get ready daddy is impregnating you boy!” He growled as I felt my hole warm. I collapsed on him with my head buried in his neck as his arms came around and hinged me. He then rubbed my back as I sat on his half hard poz cock. His poz load deep in me and his dick blocking its escape. Both of us were breathing heavy as we came down from our orgasms. When I had recovered I sat back to look at Buck. His now soft cock slipped out of my hole as I sat up. “So what do you think about that boy? You like having a big raw poz dick in you?” He asked with a smug look on his face knowing he’d again given me the best cum of my life. “I say we need to do that again and again to make sure you make me your Scorpion boy!” ———————— I hope you all enjoy this chapter. I know I enjoyed writing it!!! There will be another chapter for sure. Look for it in the next day or two. Thank you for your continued support!

Most of my girlfriends in my younger days were skinny, but there’s always been something about fat sluts that drew me in, especially the bold, curvy ones with big tits. One of the first girls who let me stick my cock into her pussy as a teen, like really, not just kissing and fondling, was a trashy fat girl from the projects on the other side of town. Down by the little wooded area; we were 13. In 2006, I hit up the local mall to grab a bottle of perfume for my mom’s birthday. A short, curvy blonde with massive tits at the Chanel counter helped me pick out a $100 fragrance. She wasn’t huge, maybe 190 lbs. at 5’3”, but had a pretty face and a killer hourglass figure for her size. Early 30s, clearly single. On a whim, I asked her out. We met at a nearby bar, and things clicked fast. After some drinks, we headed to my place. Everything was smooth, and after a glass of wine, I leaned in and kissed her, feeling the heat between us. Her name was Jenna. I popped open her blouse, her huge tits spilling out, while I slid her shorts aside and started fingering her pussy. Two minutes in, I slid my cock into her wet cunt, and she didn’t mention a condom. She had one of those thick gashes where the inner labia stay hidden unless you spread her outer lips. Five minutes later, she came hard, and I nutted in her. In the weeks that followed, Jenna and I fucked a few times at my place, and then I started visiting her small apartment. One time, when I went down on her, I could taste another man’s cum in her snatch. I’ve always been into fucking pre-filled women—promiscuous sluts or prostitutes who let their Johns go bare and “forgot” to clean up. It got me rock hard. I’m not usually a stalker, but one day I parked across from her apartment in a strip mall lot to see who else was fucking her. In three hours, two guys went in and out of her place. My cock was throbbing, so I called her to ask if I could come over. Sure enough, her pussy was well-used again, but I kept quiet. Over the next few weeks, I learned she was fucking four other guys besides me. One day, I brought up her cum-filled pussy, hinting I was into sluts. To my shock, she denied it all, insisting she wasn’t a slut. We played that game for another three months. Then I suggested we hit a swinger’s club in Tampa, just to watch and grab a drink. She was game, and it was a hit. At first, Jenna was standoffish, sipping at the bar and observing. After three glasses of wine, she was ready to head to a playroom in the back. Four guys fucked her that night, none with a condom. One was old and butt-ugly, but she let him pound her anyway. I played it smart, staying away from other women to show her she was the hottest woman in the club. I just egged on her sluttiness, avoiding any jealousy bullshit on the first night. As soon as we got home, I eagerly licked her dirty cunt clean and fucked her, whispering how much she turned me on. It took three more trips to the club and her taking roughly a dozen bare cocks before she finally admitted, with a shy grin, that she was indeed a slut—or, as she put it, a girl who loved cocks. After six months of my encouragement, Jenna’s confidence soared, and she confessed that getting fucked was her true craving, estimating she’d been with hundreds of men since her teens. I’d found a genuine nymphomaniac. We visited more swinger’s clubs and then Club Hedonism in Jamaica, where she took dozens of cocks over four days, never bothering with condoms. One Friday night, I brought her to the Playhouse in Tampa, a gritty, dark adult theater. I felt uneasy—the place was raw, cheap, and filled with odd characters. Another couple was there: Sharon, a short, heavy, middle-aged woman who let anyone fuck her, no questions asked. I vaguely recalled sticking my cock into her once before during a solo visit. She wasn’t pretty but was a notorious Tampa theater slut wife. They were originally from Jacksonville but came down to Tampa once a month to hit the theaters. Jenna observed for a bit, then bent over a seat, letting at least six guys cum in her. I chatted with Sharon’s husband, and we agreed to hit a bar together. Jenna and Sharon clicked instantly, so we planned to meet again at the theater a month later and head to a motel afterward. Jenna and I talked dirty all the time, fantasizing about her being a full-time fuck slut, taking half a dozen cocks daily and drowning in loads of cum. Jenna was obsessed with cum—swallowing it down or getting it pumped deep into her hole. One day, while visiting relatives in Pennsylvania, we went for a walk and passed a small forest near a high school. A young couple bolted out of the bushes when they saw us coming, clearly high school kids who’d been messing around. We checked out the spot they’d left and found a used condom. I poured the cum into Jenna’s spread-open cunt and fucked her hard while she sucked on the used rubber in her mouth. I was constantly rock-hard thinking about what a filthy cum dump she was. Then, she took the bareback pledge, promising that she would only fuck without condom, and when, for some reason, a guy slid it in with a rubber, she’d try to either pull it off or sabotage it. It was hot, and I was soon hooked on her fat gash. Less than a year into dating, I proposed, and we got married. Jenna moved in with me, and I got her a second cellphone to post ads for her, mostly on Craigslist, which was fine back then. She quickly built a massive following of guys, many of them married, who used her as a cum dump before or after work. We kept a steady list of about 45 men at hand. Fucking married guys got her off hard, knowing they picked her over their wives and would go home to screw their wives’ pussies with her juices still on their dicks. Jenna also met guys at a local motel or, once they were regulars, at our place, fucking them in our bed. She worked part-time, but Tuesdays and Thursdays were whore days—sometimes she took one or two guys, other days up to six. She never charged, but kept a tip jar by the bed. Most guys tossed in something—some just five bucks, others $20, occasionally $50 or $100. It added up. By month’s end, she often matched her job earnings, so she cut work to two days and fucked three days a week. Living in Florida’s heat, she was usually naked at home, answering the door in just flip-flops with her massive tits jiggling as she let men in. I vetted the guys, weeding out weirdos and strict condom users from the start. Jenna wanted men who’d shove their cocks in her pussy and dump their loads right away. As a true cum dump, she wasn’t into long, tender foreplay—she got off on taking load after load. Some guys, like me, loved fucking a pre-filled pussy. For them, we had a system: they’d wait in their car while she had a visitor, then, when the first guy left, she’d stay in bed, legs spread, pussy still dripping. The next guy would come in, drop his pants, and fuck her freshly-filled hole. Some condom users slipped through, though. Weirdly, most insisted on rubbers the first or second time but eventually ditched them. Jenna lied her ass off, telling them she never fucked bare except for them because they were “special.” Total bullshit—she let any cock nut in her, no questions asked. Then, she had several men who were single, and she visited those at home. It made me rock hard knowing that my wife was out there being used, and I couldn’t wait for her to come home with a full pussy. There is something about fucking a freshly-used woman, licking her filled fuck hole clean and sliding your cock in her, knowing that she’d just taken a load from another man. One thing became almost a ritual. When she was out fucking bareback I sat at home and edged until I almost got blue balls. When she came home in the evening from a motel fuck, I would often lay down on the floor while she would squat over me, letting me lick her dirty hole clean, or sometimes, we’d do 69, with her pushing a load into my mouth and I nutting in hers. Jenna became really good at retaining a load up inside her and pushing it out of her fat snatch when she felt my tongue in her. Then, we’d go into the bedroom and fuck. I can normally fuck for hours, but I often was so horny that I just dumped my load into her after a minute. She liked that. For her it was being used as a cum dump. It happened a lot. I ate probably 200-250 cream pies during our marriage. There were months when I didn’t fuck my wife a single time without her having already a load of strange cum in her. Jenna wasn’t entirely free of hang-ups. She’d only do anal when she was completely shitfaced drunk, which wasn’t often. In our decade together, I got to fuck her in the ass maybe eight times, if that. She’d never let strangers near her ass, but we did a DP once, with me in her backdoor. She also was possessive as hell, so I steered clear of other women, except for married or attached cum sluts. Those weren’t a threat. Early on, I regularly banged Sharon, that fat cum dump, but over time we met plenty of other couples where the women were just as cum-hungry. Traveling overseas for work a lot meant we hooked up with some of Europe’s biggest cum dumps, too. Jenna was cool with me fucking them—she didn’t see those women as threats since they were all locked down in relationships. We had some wild times with other couples. One nasty-ass night in LA stands out. We visited Tom and Hayley in Ventura. Hayley was into getting railed by homeless guys—both her pussy and ass. They knew all the local camps in LA. We rolled up, and it got real. Jenna took two homeless cocks bareback in a tent like it was nothing. I fucked her full pussy after, and she squirted. In Berlin, Germany, we met Laura and Phil, a couple with some wild tastes. Laura was obsessed with black cocks and getting whored out to Arab guys, mostly refugees. They were tight with a dude who owned a warehouse next to a refugee shelter in Berlin, where they set up a monthly line-up fuck. Laura would strip naked, sprawl out on a table, and 20-30 Arab, Middle Eastern, and North African guys would line up to fuck her raw. Condoms? Didn’t seem like anyone there had even heard of them. We watched a video of one of these events at their place. One Saturday night, Jenna got her own table next to Laura and took 22 refugee cocks bare—mostly middle-aged dudes, but some looked over 60, others barely out of their teens. These guys weren’t there to make love; they just wanted to dump their loads fast. Nobody lasted more than three minutes. By the end of the night, there were two sticky puddles of cum pooling under the tables. Jenna fucking loved it, so we went back for round two. That second night, I got lucky and slid my cock into Laura’s well-used hole. We hooked up with a fancy-ass couple in Atlanta—Jenny, a slim, fit blonde, maybe 125 lbs., short hair, size 4-6 tops, and her husband. They were theater regulars but always chasing nastier thrills. With them, we hit up a crack house in an Atlanta suburb on a Saturday night. In a dark backroom, there was a nasty mattress where both women lay side by side, taking cock. Unlike Jenna, Jenny was all about anal. Her husband egged guys on to pound her ass, and plenty did. One black dude, skinny as hell—his ass could’ve fit in my hand—had a monster cock, at least 12 inches and thick as a wrist. He went straight for Jen’s asshole. I winced watching him shove it in; her ass was already slick, at least four guys had nutted in it. I thought she’d bail, but she took it like a pro, her tiny frame arching as he dumped his load in her ass. We stumbled out in the early morning after I fucked Jen’s cum-filled, stretched-out asshole—felt like a loose pussy—and her husband banged Jenna. Jenna reckoned she took 25 cocks that night: Black, Latino, white tweakers, you name it. I lost count somewhere. Jenna and I had our share of spats, sometimes over dumb shit. There was her refusal to do anal, of course. The thought of her taking random cocks bare in the ass got me rock hard, and at times, I got pushy about it. It was a mistake, I admit that. I should have respected her boundaries from the start. It wasn’t worth the bad vibes. One fight opened a wild new door for me. She got pissed, saying I didn’t give a fuck about her, pointing out she was taking huge risks being such a slut, always fucking bareback, while I played it safe. Truth was, I wasn’t exactly playing it safe. I was banging the town’s biggest whore—my wife—damn near every day, and I steered clear of other chicks because Jenna had a jealous streak. I would have gladly put my bare cock into some drug hookers or cheating wives. When I did fuck another woman, it was at parties where most were cum dumps, often married or in solid relationships, so Jenna didn’t feel threatened. I shot back that I’d be willing to take bigger risks if I had a pussy. She smirked and said, “Go for it, I’ve always wanted to see my man take a cock.” I was floored. She admitted, kind of sheepishly, that watching guys fuck guys got her wet, and she’d watch some gay porn now and then. That was a shock. Long story short, I half-assed promised I’d try taking a dick up the ass. We started with pegging—her with a strap-on, me on my back. At first, I wasn’t thrilled. She’d stand there, her big tits bouncing, fucking my ass with small dildos while jerking me off. She called it “milking,” and damn, she was good at it. One time, she accidentally hit my prostate with the strap-on’s tip, and I exploded—cum gushing out three times my usual load. We chased that prostate high, but it was hit or miss. Still, I started craving her fucking my ass while milking my cock. The strap-ons got bigger—after a year, I was taking 2-inch-wide, 10-inch-long cocks like a champ. She’d rim me, then pound me while stroking me off, and I got hooked on those prostate orgasms. I hoped she’d forgotten about the adult theater shit, but no such luck. Since I’d promised to try bare, male cock at one, we hit up the Playhouse, which had a gay/bi section and theater. My asshole was lubed and ready. We went to a gloryhole room, and I backed my ass up to the hole while she wanked my cock. Didn’t take long before a decent-sized dick slid into my asshole, no resistance. Jenna got down, sucking me off while I took three bare cocks up the ass. At first, it was her excited eyes that got me going, but the thrill of anonymous, high-risk gay and bi cocks unloading in me made me blow a massive load in her mouth. We switched to the straight section, where Jenna took about six cocks. It was weird knowing I had three loads in my ass. We went home and fucked like crazy. We kept this up, hitting theater gloryholes now and then, and doing the strap-on thing at least weekly. My asshole stretched wider. We’d go to the Playhouse or Fantasyland monthly for straight play—Jenna taking 10-15 cocks through the gloryhole, often squatting over me after, so I could lick her cum-filled pussy clean. Every couple of months, we’d hit the gay section after, where I’d take cocks up the ass while she sucked me off. She fucking loved it, I could tell. She started calling my asshole shit like “man-cunt” and “ass-pussy.” On other weekends, we’d either go to parties or host our own bareback fuck-fests with another couple. Tampa was crawling with cum sluts throwing wild parties back then—Delta Dawn, Redhead in Heat, Phoenix Blaque, Swinging Granny, you name it. The numbers racked up fast. After two years, Jenna had taken 1,000 bare cocks. We only counted the ones that actually fucked her pussy—blowjobs, oral, and hand jobs didn’t make the cut. Even though I never directly messed with a guy, I’d slurped a shit-ton of loads out of my wife’s thick pussy. And through the gloryhole, I probably took over 25 different dicks up my ass during our marriage. It is weird. In the beginning, I hated male cum and I found the taste repulsive, even if it was mixed with pussy juice. Eventually, I got addicted to it and I could not wait for my wife to come home with a strange load up inside her, so I could slurp it out. We caught STDs, too. We had the clap twice, one time Jenna came down with it and I fucked her anyway, and caught it too. The second time it wasn’t quite clear who caught it first. It might have been me after fucking a drug slut. Jenna had Herpes but she likely got it as a teen ago from an ex-boyfriend. She had two breakouts while we were together and we fantasized about STD-spreading, but that’s another story… I never caught it. Like with every good thing, there was an end. Jenna and I split up after a decade of marriage. It wasn’t a nasty divorce, but she had some family stuff that made her want to change her lifestyle. I understand why she did what she did, but I am just unable to be with a woman who is not promiscuous. I accepted it, though, and we got a divorce. I still believe that being married to a cum slut or a prostitute can be extremely fulfilling. They are out there, women like Jenna, but not all are datable or even marriage material. Over the years, I’ve met meth broads, which are great to fuck, dysfunctional stoners, alcoholics, kleptomaniac thieves, and far-gone mad bitches where you have to sleep with one eye open. They can be great for sex but not for a relationship. I also liked to fuck old, used up bitches and ex hookers, like 55+, especially when they still dress like teeny boppers and are sending out the right signals. Knowing that a woman probably has taken thousands of cocks always makes me hard, especially if they don’t even ask for a condom. This tells you that they went bareback all their lives. There are sluts who fuck a lot but only with a rubber. For me, this is a big turn off. I just can’t… After breaking up with Jenna, I’ve travelled to Asia a lot and barebacked Thai hookers, even thinking about a Thai wife at some point. They’d do it, basically whatever you ask for in the lifestyle, but you never know if they are just in it to get hitched to an American or a European. I see a lot of problems in marriages and relationships of friends, colleagues, and relatives. You eventually lose interest in your woman and sex with her becomes more of a burden. You stay together because of kids, money, or society, but face it, eventually you’d rather stick your dick into the cheapest hooker or the dumbest bitch at work instead of your wife. It doesn’t have to be this way. For me, a woman doesn’t have to be pretty, skinny have a perfect body, etc. but it is important that she has a truly dirty mind, truly craves to be s slut, and isn’t just doing it to appease me. Knowing that my wife is a total cock sleeve and a cum toilet for any cock keeps my own cock hard and keeps me sexually interested in her. The problem with cum sluts is to find a good one, one that is crazy enough to let anything with a cock fuck her bare, but is still mentally sane, is not on heavy drugs, and is not a total basket case. And yes, most of those are taken.

First attempt at a story. Hopefully it flows and there aren't any major spelling or grammar mistakes. ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- I went to a public cruising spot one night, about a month after I stopped taking prep. I was keen to take a random guy's load. I arrived and for a while I was the only one there. I noticed another guy approaching and made the usual signals to show that I was looking for fun. He looked a few years older than me, and good shape. I hoped he was a top (bottoms are a lot more common here) and I hoped he had a big dick. He came over to me and we felt each other up, got our cocks out, and played with each other's cock while talking about what else we wanted to do. He had a nice dick. I think it was probably about 8", and a good thickness, with a thick mushroom head. I told him that I was keen to get fucked and take a random load, but that it was risky for me to do it. He asked me why it was risky and I told him that I'd stopped taking prep and therefore I was unprotected. He asked me if I was scared that I might take a poz load, and I said that I was scared, but that it also turned me on, and I said that was the main reason for my decision to stop prep. He said in that case I should let him fuck me. We were both still gently rubbing each other's dick and I could feel that he was leaking precum. A lot of precum. He was one of those guys who supply their own natural lube. I just said that it was hot and turned me on, and that he had a beautiful cock, and I wanted him to fuck me, but I didn't know for sure. I was a bit nervous now that there was a poz dick ready and wanting to fuck me. He said that he thought I should let him fuck me because my answer wasn't a no, so I probably wanted it. He said he was horny and his dick wanted to get inside me. I was very nervous and undecided. At that point, I hadn't been fucked by any random guys since going off prep, and while it turned me on, I was nervous about the whole situation. I didn't say anything and just continued to slowly massage his cock, rubbing his poz precum all over it. We looked over to another section of the beat, about 50 yards away, and there was a guy sitting on a park bench, with his cock out, having a wank. We were in a dark area, so I don't think the guy on the bench had seen us. The poz top said "I have an idea. I want to fuck you, but you're undecided. How about we go over there and ask that guy what he thinks. If he says I should fuck you, then I fuck you." I think that flipped a switch in my head because I was turned on by the poz talk and by us playing with each other, and now the decision to fuck wasn't mine, so I said "ok, let's ask him". We walked over to the wanker, and I said to him "we need you to help us make a decision. He wants to fuck me, but I'm undecided. Neither of us brought a condom so if he fucks me, it'll have to be bareback." I hadn't finished explaining the situation and the wanking guy said immediately "he should fuck you" I said "before you make a decision, we'll do whatever you tell us to, but I need you to know that I'm neg and not on prep, and he's poz" The wanker didn't even take a moment to think about it and just said "he should fuck you here, so I can watch" The poz guy wasted no time. He spat on his dick, moved behind me, and started to push in, and said to me "relax that hole. He said that we have to fuck, so I have to fuck you now" I just said fuck, and let him in. His spit and his own copious precum meant that he slipped in easily, even considering the size of his knob. It felt so good when he was balls deep. Nothing feels as good as being impaled on a large bare cock. I lost my inhibitions about letting his poz dick inside me and enjoyed the sensations. While fucking me, the poz top pushed my head down and made me suck the wanking guy's cock. I could feel the top speed up a bit and I realised he was going to cum. I remembered that it would be risky for me to take his load, and wondered if I should tell him to pull out but before I had a chance, and while my mouth was still full of the other guy's cock, he asked the other guy if he should breed me, he said "I'm going to cum. Should I cum in his ass?" The other guy asked him if I was he telling the truth earlier about me being neg and him being poz. The top said "yes. I'm poz and he's neg. Can I cum inside him?" The other guy said "I don't care. Cum in him if you want" And with that, the top let loose and filled me with poz cum. I could feel his dick throbbing inside me and I'm sure he gave me a big load. I was wanking my own dick and shot my load just as he filled me up, the pulsing of his dick in my ass sending me over the edge. A few seconds later, the other guy shot his cum in my mouth. I never asked or learned if he was poz too. It didn't seem to matter at the time.

Denial is a powerful thing. Denial can blind you to facts and make it easier to lie to yourself. Denial can protect you from harm. Denial can make you stronger… and weaker. And denial can hone desire. The first time I saw Kurt it was Tuesday, April 25th and he was fucking a guy at the bar. I remember the date because of “Miss Congeniality”. I also remember it because I had agreed to meet there for a first date with a guy I met on Grindr. Naturally he never showed up. Go figure. Technically Kurt wasn’t fucking the guy “at the bar” but in the bathroom. At the trough urinal to be precise. After drinking three beers while waiting for Mr. No-Show, I needed to relieve myself… and there he was. Nailing some twink while they were standing at one side of the trough. The twink was braced up against the wall and Kurt had his hands on his hips and was drilling away. The remaining open area of the trough was occupied by another guy who was ostensibly pissing, but mainly watching the show. And then there was me. Standing there. Utterly frozen. Now, I wouldn’t say I’m a prude, sexually. I’d definitely had my fair share of sexual experiences. But my sex to date had been fairly straightforward and shall we say, tame. Definitely not of the “fucking in a bar bathroom” variety. Sure, I’d jacked off to porn like this- but I’d never encountered it in real life. So I think I was kind of stunned to have stumbled into such a scene at my local gay bar. Stunned—yet titillated at the same time. Instantly I had that nervous excitement about it in my guts. Like “this is wrong, but why does it excite me”? Looking back, I’m not sure what it was about Kurt that attracted me so completely and so quickly. I mean, I didn’t usually make a habit of lusting after guys who go around fucking in public toilets. But I was instantly mesmerized by him. Perhaps it was me attaching the sight of him the heady aroma of stale piss, ripe pits, naphtha, and pheromones. Or maybe it was my body tuning into the pulsing waves of sexual confidence radiating from him. Or maybe it was because I was horny and he was just a fucking ridiculously handsome man. Kurt was one of those empirically hot men- the kind you see in Colt magazines or 80’s porn. He was tall. Like a good head taller than me. Swarthy. Muscular. Broad chest and back. Short black hair and a thick beard so dense you could just make out a slash of a mouth in there. A jaw and nose like they’d been sculpted by an LA cosmetic surgeon. A dark pelt of fur covered his substantial chest and taut stomach. Thighs like a Greco Roman wrestler. Was he Italian? Greek? Lebanese? Whatever it was, he was fiercely handsome and built like a fuck tank. That night he was in biker boots, jeans and a leather harness with metal arm bands accentuating his ample biceps. He also had leather wrist cuffs on- like a modern day sex gladiator. As he pummeled the twink, I just stood and stared at him. It was like seeing a unicorn—the kind of guy that never really seemed to exist in real life. The guy pissing eventually left and freed up the trough, but I couldn’t move even though I really had to go. Kurt seemed to sense my presence. Without missing a thrust he called back over his shoulder in a deep voice, “You wanna use him next? I’m just about through.” This sort of snapped me out of it. I kind of stammered a bit and said no, thank you and that I just needed to pee. I moved to the free area next to them, as far to the side as I could manage in order to give them space. I was just freeing my dick from my pants when Kurt looked over. And I made the mistake of looking back. Time seemed to stop as we locked eyes. He stopped thrusting and just stared at me. And I stared back. He was just so beautiful that I felt I should look away. That I wasn’t worth being scrutinized by him. But I couldn’t look away. I was completely immobilized. After what felt like an eternity he spoke. “Don’t piss yet,” he commanded as he continued to stare into my soul. I merely swallowed and nodded my acceptance. Kurt started thrusting again and picked up his tempo, never taking his eyes off mine. Have you ever had a guy look you in the eye while he’s fucking someone else? All that naked lust projected at you. It’s animal. Almost feral. And even though you aren’t being physically penetrated, all of that Alpha energy has a choke-hold on your most primal core. His unblinking stare is daring you to look away from the stolen intimacy. But you won’t look away. You can’t. You are utterly frozen- powerless- waiting until the release of his seed releases his hold over you. Let me tell you. It’s intoxicating. Like nothing I’d ever felt before. It felt like we were in our own time bubble until suddenly he grunts loudly and I know he’s emptying himself into the blissed out twink. He slowly pulls out, gaze unwavering. I finally broke eye contact to look down at the meat that was slowly exiting the twink’s ass. Damn… it was long pullout. A thick, long, glistening cock with a fat, ruddy head eventually popped free of the hole. An enormous PA glinted in the half-light as his cock swung free of its anal confines. I swear Kurt wagged it a bit knowing that I was watching it. I could feel myself blushing. “Now you can piss,” Kurt commanded in a low voice. “Inside him.” My eyes snapped back to him. “Whu- whu- what?” I managed to squeak out. Kurt’s eyes glittered darkly. “Piss. Up his ass. He’s a worthless fuckin’ urinal and I wanna watch you use him as such.” I hesitated. I’d never done anything remotely like this before, and to be honest the whole scene felt like a fever dream. It was all so surreal. Things like this just didn’t happen to me and my brain was shutting down. My skin was hot and felt like it was vibrating. I found myself highly aroused, which disturbed me. It’s like he tapped into some dark sexual side of me that I didn’t know existed but longed to be released. And much like a dream, I felt like I was just being swept along in the story. “Do it. I wanna watch you piss my cum deep into his guts.” I still hadn’t really moved from my side of the trough, my fly undone and my dick out and really needing to piss at this point. Normally I’m pretty pee shy (and also shy about guys seeing my erect dick), but Kurt exerting control was overcoming my shyness and making my cock stiffen regardless. I saw Kurt’s eyes flick down to my groin and then a tug of a grin at the corner of his mouth. “Yeah, you Clark Kent preppy-types. You look like good boys, but there’s always a Superpig hiding just below the surface. All you need is that phone booth.” In a daze I slowly took position behind the twink, and slid my steel-hard dick inside his slick, well-opened chute. I could feel the wet heat of his ass engulf me, but my cock and body was dissociated from my brain. It was like I was watching myself do all of this from beyond myself- aware of it all, but also a bystander. “Fuck him,” Kurt growled. I’m embarrassed to say that I lasted all of perhaps 30 seconds. Kurt, the scene, the fact that this was so beyond the pale for me fairly short circuited my brain. My orgasm caught me by surprise and sort of startled me back to reality. “Oh my god. I just came in him. Without a condom,” I said in a confused whisper. Kurt looked at me with hooded eyes. “Good boy. Now relax that bladder. Fill this urinal up.” Was I really going to do this? I’d just cum inside a random guy at the bar and now I was being asked to piss his ass? All this in the bathroom at the bar on a dead Tuesday night? I could feel myself relaxing into the idea, but also warring against it. The urge to piss was strong and my erection waning, but I was still clenched. Kurt leaned in to whisper. “You’re gonna piss in him… for me. Because I’m giving you permission to give in to your desires. And because you know it will please me.” His hot breath on my neck made me shiver. Or was it merely a pee shiver? Or was it a shiver of my naked desire to please this fucking Alpha sex god? Whatever it was, the last of my inhibitions with the scene fell away and my bladder started emptying into the twink. Something I feel I should mention- I have a big bladder. I’m one of those guys at the movie theater who after the movie lets out, I’m at the urinal for a solid 3 minutes of pissing. Like, the urinals on either side of me will change over at least twice while I’m standing there. I get really self-conscious about it because I always think I might look like a [banned word] or something hanging out in a bathroom. So I always aim for the water so guys can audibly hear that I’m actually going still and not wanking it. (Yeah, I’ve had lots of time to analyze this). After a minute or so, Kurt asks the twink, “He pissing in you?” “Oh god damn yes sir! So much piss sir! I’m getting so full sir!” Kurt looks at me again with a smirk- his glittering, dark eyes raking my very soul. “Good boys.” I eventually finish, and slowly pull out of the urinal kid. “Now clean off his dick,” Kurt tells him. The twink rapidly drops and takes my dick in his mouth and starts sucking me. While this is happening, Kurt is tucking his flaccid equipment back into his jeans and buttoning up. Kurt has washed up and is walking out of the bathroom before I snap out of this weird sex trance. I quickly pull my dick from the twink’s mouth and zipped up. The twink silently resumed his standing post at the trough, awaiting others while I headed for the sink. As I was washing up, I caught a glimpse of myself in the mirror. I didn’t even recognize the guy on the other side. What the fuck just happened? I don’t fuck random guys. And I certainly didn’t engage in water sports. Who WAS this person? Had I been drugged? I kind of felt a bit sick to my stomach. But I felt something else too… satisfaction? I splashed water on my face and toweled off before leaving the bathroom. When I made it back to the bar, Kurt was nowhere to be seen. I felt like I needed some answers so I quickly flag the bartender over. “Excuse me, but have you seen a big, burly, dark haired guy who was in a harness and…”. The bartender cuts me off with a harsh, appraising look. “Kurt just left,” he interrupts. “Don’t tell me he’s dickmatized another one?” Another one meaning me. “Oh… no. I just, um, wanted to… talk…to him. Maybe?” The bartender snorted. “Good luck, kid,” he said as he shook his head. “You’re gonna need it.” * * So his name was Kurt, that much I’d learned from the bartender. But where had he come from? Why hadn’t I ever seen him out before? Granted I almost never went to the bars, but still. Someone like him I figure I would have noticed at some point. Or heard about. Or seen online. Or something. Needless to say, I became obsessed with him. Like all-consuming, can’t-focus-at-work obsessed. Every waking moment I was replaying the bathroom scene in my head. My dick was getting raw from jacking off to it. I looked for him on the apps. I looked for him when I was shopping at the grocery store. I started rotating to other gyms in my network to see if I could catch a glimpse of him because he obviously worked out. All to no avail. I also started going to the bar more frequently in the hopes of running into him again. I started to go every Tuesday at the same time as before. But since that wasn’t yielding any results, I started peppering in other nights of the week. And Friday happy hours. I even started asking Charlie (the bartender) about him. As I was becoming a regular, I’d gotten on a first name basis with him. This particular night I plaintively asked, “You seen him recently?” I didn’t even have to give a name anymore as Charlie knew exactly who I was talking about. Normally he’d just roll his eyes at me and shake his head. “Actually, he was in two nights ago,” Charlie told me. Rats! I’d missed him! “And…?” I asked like the needy bitch I was becoming. Charlie looked uncomfortable. “Um, well. He picked up some out of towner, and they left together.” I was crestfallen and Charlie noticed. “Look kiddo. You need to set your sights on a different guy. Kurt is… well, I don’t think he’s a good match for you. I mean, he’s off-the-charts sexy, and you know the fuck would be epic. He’d probably split a little guy like you in half! But he has… issues. And I don’t think he’s exactly your scene. You’d just find yourself used and discarded like a teenage boy’s tube sock. That’s it. “Look. You are cute as hell with a bangin’ little bod on you. And you seem like you got it together, with a good head on your shoulders- at least when it hasn’t been turned by Kurt. You need to put yourself out there and find a nice guy, like yourself. Or even a not so nice guy if you just want sex. You honestly can get yourself any man you want at the drop of a hat!” “I’m not *that* nice,” I replied sullenly. “And evidently I can’t get *any* man.” Charlie just sadly shook his head. It wasn’t until a couple months later that I was at the bar (also on a Tuesday, as it was becoming my regular night) when I saw Kurt again. I almost didn’t recognize him at first. His hair was a bit longer and he was completely clean-shaven. He was also wearing rimless glasses that went with his business-casual drag for the evening. But it was him. It was definitely him. He was leaning up against the bar, beer in hand, in a tight, navy blue polo that looked like it was straining to contain him. He was also chatting with another guy who had his back to me. Kurt was smiling and laughing a little at what the other guy was saying and I felt jealously uncoil in my guts. I positioned myself in Kurt’s line of sight, and tried my best not to stare. It wasn’t working. Kurt wasn’t looking- he only apparently had eyes for this other guy. I drank down my whole beer this way… waiting for Kurt to notice me. Or at least to acknowledge my presence. It didn’t happen. When the other guy finally excused himself to the restroom, I decided it was time to make my move. I walked up to where Kurt was standing and leaned on the bar next to him. “Hey Kurt,” was my opening line. Smooth. He slowly turned to me and then casually tipped his chin down to regard me. His eyes were amber. I wasn’t expecting that. Seconds passed as he stared blankly at me. “Do I know you?” he finally said in a somewhat bored voice. “Um… no. Not exactly… But, um… there was this one time that we….” My voice died on my lips as Kurt’s friend returned. Kurt flicked a dismissive look in my direction and immediately turned away from me and started talking with his friend again. They spoke as if I were invisible. “So—friend of yours?” the guy asked. “Nope. Some rando… He just came up and started talking to me. It was really awkward. So, you wanna get out of here?” “Fuck yeah, daddy, I want my gift! Let’s go!” And then without another look in my direction, Kurt and his “plus one” left for the evening. My eyes stung as I stood at the bar. It was taking a massive effort not to cry right then and there; not like it would have mattered in the mostly dead bar. But still, public bawling over a guy was not high on my to do list. Maybe it was my jealousy, but all I kept thinking was ‘why did he leave with that guy’? I mean, I didn’t think he was all that cute. He was some average, mid-30’s, banker type with a receding hairline and a paunch. Was *that* Kurt’s type? What did he see in him? It was like a gut-punch to the old self-esteem. Eventually Charlie sauntered over, a concerned look on his face. “You ok, kid?” “Charlie, he looked at me like I was something he scraped off his shoe. I haven’t been made to feel like that since high school,” I said. “I mean, what’s that other guy got that I don’t got?” “A death wish,” Charlie mumbled. “What was that?” I asked, curious about his choice of words. “Nothin’ kid. I’m sorry you’re still hung up on him and I know it hurts a bit, but it’s for the best. Hell, they’re called ‘crushes’ for a reason.” He poured me a bourbon and set it in front of me. “Maker’s Mark… for affairs of the heart.” And then he took his leave, so I could nurse the drink, and my wounds, in private. * * After that, I became a bit less of a bar fly and a bit less stalkerish. Kurt still crossed my mind, but now instead of horny, it made me angry. Although I will admit that I found his facebook profile during one of my weaker moments. It was fairly private, so I couldn’t learn much. And it didn’t look like he had posted much in a few years. All I could see were a few pics of him with a guy named Bo who looked like he could be my older brother. However, I had so far managed to resist the urge to request friendship, which I saw as a definite win. I was slowly weaning myself off of Kurt, and getting back to somewhat of a focused life. And it felt good. So a month later when I saw Kurt again, it sort of caught me off guard. Although it really shouldn’t have- as it was at a sex party. Now, let me be clear. Sex parties are not my forte. I’ve only been to like 3 of them, like, ever. And while they are kind of exciting, I think perhaps I give off the wrong sort of vibe or something? Maybe I look too goody two-shoes? Or like I won’t participate? Or I look like I’m nervous (because I am). Whatever it is, I never seem to get laid at them. Maybe a little sucky sucky, but that’s kind of it. Which can be a bit depressing when you see others having loads of fun, so to speak. Anyway, my waning crush on Kurt had left me in a bit of a randy mood- considering I had been so focused on him that I hadn’t had sex in months. So I hit up a friend of a friend of mine whom I knew to have semi-regular sex parties at their fairly large (and sluttily equipped) home. As luck would have it, they were hosting one that coming Saturday evening as a July 4th “Bang Bash” and yes, I was welcome to “cum”. I received an email with directions and timing and rules (along with their strict no drugs policy). And by the time Saturday rolled around, I was fairly well vibrating I was so damn horny. Not wanting to seem too eager, I waited until 45 minutes after the party start time in order to arrive. I didn’t think I could take arriving early and being scrutinized by other party guests. It would make me even more self-conscious than I already am. When I arrived, I was shown where to put my clothes. As I disrobed, I was informed there were about 50 or so guys already there, the basement was in full swing, and that I should head on down. So I quickly got down to my jock, sneakers, and backward Cubs cap. One final check in the mirror convinced me I looked cute enough for this and I made my way downstairs. My glasses fogged briefly as I entered the humidity from the sweaty bodies. You could smell sex and poppers in the air. The basement area was illuminated by red bulbs, some rainbow LEDs and occasional bursts of laser lighting. House music throbbed to provide an ambient noise level to mask some of the fuck noises and lower inhibitions. It was a very heady combo, I’ll admit. I wandered around as I seem to do at such events, never quite sure of where to look or what to do with my hands. I saw several guys standing and/or kneeling as blow jobs were underway all over the place. A couple of guys were fucking in a darkened corner—the slap of flesh keeping time with the music. I watched them fuck for a little while. They were oblivious to my presence. As I wandered more I saw guys making out in groups of 3, 4 and more. There were guys on a couch and bent over chairs. It was a smorgasbord of sex. And then I saw him. His profile was unmistakable as he stood in a small knot of guys surrounding a sling. My stomach clenched and I nearly turned around to go back upstairs. But something made me hold my ground. I could tell that there was a guy in the sling, and that he was being fucked. I was hesitant to go watch- even though I wanted to- because of him. Suddenly a small voice inside me said, “Fuck him! You were invited here. It isn’t his party. You have every right to watch too.” So I made my way over to the sling. And thereby to Kurt. I stepped up to the side of the sling across from Kurt, keeping my eyes glued to the guy fucking the hot, furry, muscle cub who was currently getting his ass well and truly used. I had to will myself not to look over at him, but damnit if I wasn’t going to do my best to ignore that fucker the way he’d ignored me. It wasn’t going to be easy though, because in my peripheral vision I could tell Kurt was staring at me. Hard. Muscle cub by this time had found my cock and fished it out of my jock. He was jacking me and I was quickly wickedly hard. I shifted myself up toward his head so he could suck me while he was getting fucked. I shifted my gaze to the muscle cub’s face as he worked my cock. Anything to hold my attention and to keep me from looking at Kurt. Muscle cub was cute. Blonde. Stocky. Shoulders and arms for days. Nice pecs on him. And seeing him in such a vulnerable position on his back with his legs in the stirrups made my loins stir. I didn’t know if I wanted to do him… or be him. Probably a bit of column A and a bit of column B. Again, it was like I entered a sex trance and I was disconnected from my cock and this activity—I was aware of it but it was like I was dissociated from it all. Plus, I mean, again who *was* this guy who was actually participating at an orgy? Normally I couldn’t even get hard if there was more than one other guy in the room as I was too embarrassed and self-conscious. But tonight it was different. Because he was here. Dimly acknowledged in the back of my brain burned this solitary idea. I wanted to strike back at Kurt. I wanted him to see what I was doing. I wanted him to watch me fucking this guy’s mouth. I wanted to show him I could take pleasure without his permission and without even acknowledging him. In a misguided way, I was trying to wound him like he had wounded me at the bar. Although I honestly had no idea why I believed this would even phase him or where this idea had germinated. All I knew was that fucker was going to notice me and remember me this time. The guy fucking the muscle cub came suddenly—and very demonstrably. The cub pulled off my cock to moan in delight and say “Oh fuck yeah! Breed me!” As my eyes swept to the man emptying himself inside the cub, I stumbled. In a weak moment, I glanced over at him- I swear it was involuntary! And just as if he were medusa, my breath caught in my chest and I was immediately petrified under his gaze. He’d buzzed his hair down to fuzz, and his beard was at that heavier than 5 o’clock shadow stage. He was naked except for his harness. And tonight he wore a steel cock ring which matched the PA. This was the first time I’d seen the full expanse of his body, and my god he was beautiful. Like, everything was just perfectly proportioned. Everything except his fairly enormous cock. As we stared at each other? Waves. My god, the pulsing waves of pure, unadulterated sex that bombarded me from this man were unlike anything I’d ever felt! I could feel the thrum in my skin. Again, I blame the stench of man-sex and poppers and the July heat of the room and the music and pheromones. I didn’t even feel the cub’s mouth on my dick anymore (he’d evidently gone back to sucking me at some point- I honestly hadn’t noticed). I was lost in Kurt’s stare which was a grappling hook in my heart. With a small head gesture from him, I pulled my dick from the cub’s mouth and walked down to the now vacant end of the sling. Still locked into his eyes, Kurt reached out and placed a hand on my shoulder and added a slight pressure downward. I knew what he wanted, and even though I’d never rimmed a guy before, I obeyed. I slowly sank down, and started tonguing the cub’s furry pucker. The heat of his butthole and the tang of semen hit my tongue like a one-two punch, and it shocked me. A fuse blew, and I just started to eat his ass with abandon. The cub was moaning and begging for more, and I could feel him pushing out some of the cum for me. Tasting what he’d collected from these other men in this way drove me into a frenzy. In a hazy way, could tell my brain wanted to analyze what the fuck was going on with me, but I was too busy being swept along in the sexual current of the moment. I felt Kurt’s hand under my chin, gently lifting me upward. Again, he didn’t have to tell me what he wanted. I just knew. I absentmindedly reached for a condom, opened it and rolled it on. I spit on my hand and lubed up, although I didn’t need much. The cub was already well lubricated from several others. While continuing to be held by Kurt’s stare, I slid into the cub and started fucking him. Slowly, I let the sling rock back and forth, feeling the cub’s hot, hairy little hole slide up and down my shaft. Through my stare I was trying to telepathically communicate to Kurt that this is what *I* wanted. I wanted to be in the sling, him to be sheathed inside me— my hole working his shaft. Me giving him my body and giving him pleasure, and taking pleasure in return. During the fuck, Kurt moved closer. I felt his thumb and forefinger encircle my cock at the base as I fucked the cub. I was keenly aware that this was the first time he’d touched me, and I shuddered. On the outstroke, I could feel Kurt using his hand to work the condom up my shaft. Then he lined me up and I thrust back in. Then on the outstroke again, Kurt’s hand working the condom up. By the 4th stroke or so, it was just now at my head. He deftly pulled it off. Without missing a beat, he lined me up again and I slid back inside the cub. Kurt was again directing me as he wanted and I was his slave. He then leaned in close to me again and gruffly whispered, “Now breed him. He’s a cumdump and I wanna watch you give him what he wants.” I obeyed. I grabbed the chains of the sling and looked down at the muscle cub I was using as directed. He really was a cute guy, the kind of “aw shucks” guy it looks like you’d want to date and take home to your parents. At least until you found out he was a dirty, fucking slut. Which right now made my dick that much harder. His hole felt like wet silk on my raw dick. As I was building tempo, Kurt moved up to the head of the sling and tucked his prodigious unit in the cub’s mouth. Only about 1/3 of it fit and the cub was gagging on it. Kurt made eye contact with me again and held it as he grabbed the boy’s head and fucked his mouth. I smirked because I could tell that was doing this for me. He *knew* I would like seeing the cub struggle with his meat. He spoke to the cub next, in a deep voice that seemed to cut through the noise in the room. “Beg for his load, slut. I wanna hear you beg for his cum like the filthy cunt you are.” The cub stopped sucking long enough to start up a litany of entreaties for my seed. “Please breed me! Please cum in me! I wanna feel you load me! I need it! Please! No loads refused! I’m a fucking cum whore and I live to be filled! I want your DNA to be part of me! Knock me up, man!” Hearing the hot stud begging for me to cum was the final push to get the load to boil out of my balls. I buried myself in him and let go. Volley after volley of my pent up seed and frustration throbbed into his guts. “Oh fuck! I feel him cumming! I actually FEEL it!! Fuck that’s a lot! Oh FUUUUUCK!” the cub whimpered. And through all of this, my eyes never left Kurt’s. Even though I had just cum so much that it felt like my balls turned inside out, I was still in a sex trance. I was empty, but now I needed to get filled. I pulled out of the cub and made my way over to Kurt. I figured it was going to be now. This was going to happen. Kurt was still rock hard from our scene and I aimed to be on the recipient end of it. As I approached there was a brief look of confusion which flickered across his face. When I was in front of him, I reached out and grabbed his massive tool. He flinched at the contact, and pushed my hand away. Not to be deterred, I dropped to my knees in front of him and moved to take him in my mouth. He instantly jumped back away from me and barked out, “No.” It was like a hypnotist snapped his fingers and I suddenly found myself naked on a stage in front of strangers. One of the party rules was “consent”. If someone said No or wanted to stop- you stopped. That was the rule. And if you didn’t stop, you were asked to leave or escorted out. So there I was, as it were. Just a boy. Kneeling in front of a boy. Asking him to fuck me. And being patently rejected. It was so “mixed message” after everything that had just transpired that I actually started to laugh. I had so many emotions roiling about that I didn’t know what to do or how to react. Seeing how Kurt looked at me, I was instantly filled with hot shame. Which was then rapidly replaced by seething anger. I stood up slowly and gave Kurt my best “what the everloving fuck” look. He just looked back at me with pinched brows and shook his head. So I walked over to the nearest fuck bench, bent over with dramatic flair, and proceeded to make a show of lubing up my ass. And I aimed to get filled one way or another. And if Kurt wouldn’t do it, anyone else would do. Any and all of them. And that fucker was going to watch them do it. One guy immediately walked up and stuffed his dick in my mouth. I asked for some poppers, took a hit, and went to town servicing him. I was on a mission. During this, I felt a couple different guys walk by and caress my ass. One even fingered my hole a little… but then they would walk away. Nobody seemed to want to fuck me. I kept wriggling my ass and trying to tempt guys, all to no avail. Why was nobody fucking me? Even the guy feeding me his cock didn’t cum and he wandered off. I was prepped. I was ready. I had a muscular, round ass from hours of squats and miles of biking. And I was a pretty darn good bottom from what I’d been told. But tonight I was on a fuck bench island—alone. I was starting to feel pretty despondent, when suddenly I feel a guy’s cock start to nudge around my ass. Finally! I hear the lube bottle open and feel him slick up his dick behind me. A lubed digit briefly slipped in my ass to open me up. And just as the head starts to slip inside me, it stops and pulls out. “What’s your deal, man? I was gonna breed that fine little ass!” “It’s off limits for you. Go fuck the cumdump in the sling.” It was Kurt’s voice. Why the fuck was Kurt was cock blocking? This made absolutely no sense. “Fuck you, man. You don’t own this hole. And this little fucker is begging for a load!” said my would be fucker. “Seriously man, just walk away. He doesn’t want your toxic seed.” Toxic seed? Was the guy poz and was he going to fuck me without a condom? I stood up from the bench. “Dude, are you poz and were you going to fuck me without a condom?” I asked the guy. He looked at me with disdain. “Whatever, dude. It’s a bareback sex party.” And he stalked off. Kurt was standing there with his arms folded over his chest. “Are YOU the reason nobody’s been wanting to fuck me? Have you been cock blocking me this entire time??” I asked him incredulously. “I just saved your ass. Literally and figuratively. You’re in a sex haze and not thinking clearly. Did you really want his dirty dick to load you up with poz cum?” Kurt asked flatly. “Well… maybe I DID!” I retorted like a child. Kurt stared me down until I looked away. “I didn’t think so,” he answered smugly. And this pissed me off. “You know what? I’m out. Thanks for ruining what was turning into a good night. Let’s not keep meeting like this, shall we?” I spat as I walked away from him. I stormed upstairs, got dressed, and left the party. I drove home angry. Hurt. Sad. And … relieved? Relieved that I’d dodged a poz load in my ass all because of Kurt and his apparent conscience. I was more confused than ever about who the fuck this man was. * * I didn’t see Kurt again until the end of summer. And other than occasional angry thoughts about him, I didn’t much think of him during the time after the sex party. The only time he seriously entered my thoughts was during the one hookup I had in the month of August. Looking back, it was painfully obvious I was trying to find a clone of Kurt. The guy was big and dark and muscular—but the connection just wasn’t there. The sex was perfunctory and unfulfilling and left me fantasizing about Kurt while I jacked myself off on the guy. I ate my weight in ice cream afterwards, because feelings. Anyway, I really felt I had turned a corner when Labor Day rolled around. It was time for Tom and Hal’s end of summer pool party. I was in a mood and pretty down on myself, so I almost didn’t go. If Tom wasn’t such a good friend, I’d probably have begged off, coming up with some lame excuse. As it was, I sucked it up, put on the pink speedo that showed off my assets, and headed over. When I arrived, Tom met me at the door- a big shit eating grin on his face. “About time! And man have I got a surprise for you!” and he started singing “Matchmaker” from Fiddler on the Roof. “Oh no. Don’t you remember the last time you tried to set me up? I thought we’d learned our lesson, because *that* went so fucking well,” I admonished. “Look honey. How was I supposed to know he was still married?” he shrugged. “And a sub bottom with a diaper fetish,” I reminded him. “Everyone has little kinks, darling,” he laughed. “Exactly what part of ‘change me! Baby make boom-boom’ did you think I would find endearing?” I asked with a raised eyebrow. Tom waved me off. “This one is different. You are 100% his type, and he is SO yours. I mean, this guy is so EVERYONE’S type. Trust me. This time, this yenta is onto something big. And from what I hear, I do mean BIG!” I sighed and resigned myself to the fact that I had to just go with it. It was just who Tom was. I’d humor him, meet the guy, it wouldn’t work (like all the others because it was seriously like Tom didn’t know me at all or what I liked), and I’d go on my merry way until next time. Tom left me in the kitchen and scurried off to go find Mr. Match, so I made myself a drink. I heard him coming back with someone in tow (Tom was loud) just as I was completing my margarita. I turned around and… yeah. Him. Tom smiles huge and says, “I’d like to introduce you to…” “Kurt,” I finished, my disdain apparent. Tom’s smile falters. “Oh, have you two met?” he enquires. “Oh yeah. On a few separate occasions, isn’t that right Kurt?” Kurt just stood there, looking like he wanted to be anywhere else at the moment. For once he wouldn’t meet my eyes. I took the opportunity to add an extra shot of patron to my marg. “By the way, Tom? You’re wrong about me being his type,” I said in the shittiest voice I could muster. “He actually finds me quite repulsive—that is when he can even be bothered to remember who the fuck I am. So if you’ll excuse me, imma go find your husband and drink. Heavily.” And with that I left them standing in the kitchen. Several drinks and an hour of avoidance later, I was on an air mattress in the pool, trying to relax and soak up the last of the summer sun. I felt the waves gently rock me as someone slid into the pool. A few moments later, a shadow covered me as someone stood next to my float. “Hey,” he said. Because of course it was Kurt. I tilted my head over and opened my eyes. God he was even more beautiful wet. And today he was sporting hair that was a bit longer and just starting to wave a bit, and a full mustache with heavy beard stubble. He was a wet, sexier Tom Selleck. Or Pete Kuzak. It was his best look and it physically hurt me to look at him, so I closed my eyes. “What is it, Kurt?” I sighed. “You’ve successfully managed to suck almost all the joy in my life for the past few months. What are you going to do for an encore? Anally rape my mother while pouring sugar in my gas tank?” He chuckled. “That line is from the movie Clerks. And No. No encore. More like a truce.” I looked at him again. “I was a jerk and I’m sorry,” he said with a shrug. “And I think that for today, on this last day of summer, we should just hang out and… be. Maybe get to know each other in a different space. What do you say?” I thought about it for a good minute. I mean, really thought about it. Do I continue to be butthurt? Or do I just say fuck it and let him off the hook? Even though his eyes held mine again, there wasn’t the heat. Instead they were saying “please”. Which broke me. I relented. “Fetch me another drink, Farm Boy, and we’ll see,” I said. “Fetch it yourself,” he says and then proceeded to dump me off my air mattress into the pool. I sputtered as I came up and he was laughing like a kid and smiling. Smiling AT me. I’d never seen him smile before, not like this. Not directed at me. Being on the receiving end of it was absolutely blinding. Like a million photographer flash bulbs going off. And he had dimples, because of course he did. Fuck me sideways. The next couple of hours in the pool drifted by lazily. We talked about everything and nothing. The Clerks quote had opened things up and we chatted about favorite movies and art and just hung out. Other guys at the party desperately wanted Kurt’s attention, but whenever they would swim up to chat, he would shift over to me. Feeling his bulk casually brush up against my side, or his furry leg touch mine set flame to my skin. One time he even draped his arm across my shoulders possessively and my insides melted. Seriously turned to goo. I slowly reciprocated and put my arm around his expansive back to his waist. This time he didn’t smack it away. It was the first time I was actually touching him after all these months—the heat of his tan flesh under my hand made my heart stutter. I’d had more than a few cocktails at this point, so I was feeling giddy and buzzy, but in a really warm and delightful way. I was also punch drunk from the attention Kurt was paying me. Feeling cocky, I popped back onto a pool float and lay back with my hands beneath my head. “Push me around the pool,” I jokingly command him. “As you wish,” he replied. Fuck me. He did know the Princess Bride after all. I felt his hand move from the float to my side and I felt sure that I was in for another dunking. If that happened, I’d make him pay. But no. We were in the shallows of the pool and he was gently pushing me around- his large hand on my upper rib cage. Then his hand shifted a bit, and I felt his finger on my nipple. At first it just rested there, but instantly the entire focus of my being was concentrated on that little nub of flesh. Then his finger lightly circled it and brushed it. I shivered, and my cock sprang to life in my speedo. “Looks like someone is having a good time,” said Tom cheekily, and I quickly dumped myself off the mattress and into the cool water. I was immediately self-conscious again of being sexual in public and separated myself to the far side of the pool to get my drink. I hear Kurt haul himself out of the water and excuse himself to the restroom. Meanwhile my mind is racing with a million thoughts. What was happening? Was Kurt flirting? Did he actually want me? Did I WANT him to want me? What would we do? Would we finally have sex? My boner would NOT go down as my mind raced down alley after alley of all the things I wanted to do to Kurt’s body. Eventually I was able to quell my visible desire and decided that I too could use a bathroom break. I figured it was also a good time for a drink refresher too. When I looked for Kurt to see if he wanted something from the bar, he wasn’t around. Meh, I figured I’d just surprise him with something and I headed up to the house. When I opened the bathroom door, I’m the one who got the surprise. Kurt was there, leaning against the sink with his dick halfway down Tom’s throat. I think I said something like, “Oops! Sorry” before stumbling blindly away, tears burning my eyes. It was like my heart had been ripped from my chest and crumpled like a ball of foil. I couldn’t breathe. I couldn’t form coherent thoughts. I had to get out of there and away. Just… away. The next thing I remember was sitting in my car and bawling my eyes out. I’d been duped again and let my guard down. I was smarter than this. And How DARE he have this much power over me! But the truth was he did have that power and it sucked. He’d hurt me again. And the really fucked up thing was, I would probably continue to let him because I was just that pathetic. I felt the passenger side open up and someone crawl in. I figured it was Tom, come to apologize. “You know, Tom? Bathroom doors come with locks for a reason. Mainly so your EX-best friend doesn’t stumble in on you sucking off the love of his life,” I said with as much venom as I could muster. “It’s not Tom… it’s me.” Because of course it was him. And suddenly a switch flipped and I was furious. “Get. The fuck. Out of my car,” I said dangerously. “Seriously. Get out. Get OUT! Fuck you, fucking dick! Did you come to gloat? To Rub it in? Fuck you and your mixed messages. Fuck you for messing with me. Is this a fucking game to you? Is this FUN? Tormenting me? Teasing me and then gutting me to the core? Is THAT what gets you off you sadistic FUCK!” “No, this isn’t a game. And this isn’t what gets me off,” he said quietly. “Then what is it? What the FUCK is going on between us? Why would you come at me with your ‘lets just be’ B.S.? Then proceed to tease me all day? You aren’t blind or stupid—you KNOW what you do to me! You KNOW how I feel about you. You toyed with me deliberately only to go off and fuck Tom’s mouth!” “I didn’t do it deliberately, I honestly just wanted to try to befriend you today,” he mumbled. “And I didn’t go off to fuck Tom’s mouth. He busted in on me jacking off in the bathroom and he just dropped and started sucking. I… I wasn’t thinking clearly at that point…I should’ve stopped him, but….” “But?? BUT WHAT?? Any hole will do, is that it? Anyone’s but MINE?” I shot back. “I… I just really needed… I needed to get off, ok?” “You needed to get off. AT the pool party. Because it couldn’t wait until you got home?” I said incredulously. “Seriously. It couldn’t wait?” “No, it couldn’t wait!” Kurt was becoming visibly agitated and upset now. “Why the fuck not? Seriously, who just jacks off randomly at a party?” “I was doing it to protect you!” he said, his voice escalating in volume. “Protecting me? From whom? Tom?? You thought you’d protect me from Tom’s mouth by FUCKING IT?!?” I shouted back. “I WAS PROTECTING YOU FROM ME, GODDAMNIT!” All the air seemed to go out of the car, and Kurt was shaking. My anger dissipated quickly and my intuition was telling me something important was happening. I turned to Kurt and just looked at him— patiently waiting for some sort of explanation. Kurt wouldn’t look back. He just looked at his hands as he gripped the dashboard. He took a deep, shuddering breath and began. “I was protecting you from me. Being near you today? I thought I could handle it. I saw the way you looked at me at the sex party. How hurt you were and it gutted me. I told myself never again. So when you showed up today, I thought to myself, Kurt? Here’s your opportunity. Here’s your chance to make amends and maybe not be such an asshole. I really thought the best protection for you might be if I were a buddy, you know? Just a buddy who could look out for you and protect you. I thought I could handle it. But christ. Being near you today? Seeing your body? Joking around and hearing you laugh? Touching you? It made me fucking crazy- like I wanted to jump right out of my skin. I tried to tamp it down, God I tried. To just be a normal guy and not… not think with my prick. But you look so goddamn much like him and I couldn’t control myself and my dark thoughts started spinning out of control and I had to stop them. Stop myself. So I went to the bathroom to jack off. To relieve the sexual pressure so that I could maybe go back to just being a nice guy and maybe a friend. If I could just cum it might be enough to get through being near you the rest of the afternoon. But I didn’t lock the fucking door and Tom came in and he just… started sucking… and I just really needed the release or else I was going to do something I would regret so I just let him keep sucking even though I should have stopped him. I know I should have stopped him! It wasn’t his mouth I wanted. But when my demons are released it’s like trying to stop a freight train and then you walked in and everything went to fucking hell ….” Kurt still hadn’t looked at me. And he still hadn’t answered the big question. “Kurt,” I said gently. “Why do you feel you need to protect me from yourself? I’m a big boy- maybe not in stature- but I can make my own decisions. I’ve wanted you to fuck me for a long time.” “Oh you can’t say that! PLEASE don’t say that!” he cried. And tears started to flow from his eyes. “Why not? It’s the truth. I want you like I’ve never wanted any other man before. You electrify me in a way that nobody ever has,” I said as I reached out to touch his leg. He flinched and looked up at me, stricken. “Electrify? As in Charge?? HA!” He laughed mirthlessly as his body was wracked with sobs. “I’m HIV positive,” he finally whispered. “But it’s more than that. Much more. I’m sick. Not HIV sick, but sick in my very soul. I have a darkness in me. A twisted desire to infect other guys with HIV. You asked what gets me off? THAT gets me off. The thought of infecting guys makes my dick hard! Christ! I’m getting hard right now just talking about it and I’m fucking bawling while I bare by soul to you! How fucked up is that?” There was a pregnant pause as he took a deep breath. “And how sick is it that I want to infect you so you’ll be mine forever?” It was barely audible, but I heard it. “Kurt…” I started. “His name was Bo. Love of my life. I was fairly newly poz when we met, and he wasn’t. But we were determined to make it work. I loved him and He knew me, REALLY knew me. Knew my darkness. Knew my fetishes and kinks. My demons. And he loved me anyway. He loved me so much that he begged for me to knock him up. To infect him so we would always be together. I railed against the idea for a long time, and we were always so careful. SO careful! I needed him healthy and whole. But he wore me down. He said he was ready. He PROMISED me he was. That he could handle it and he wanted it and he wanted it from ME. He even told me that he would go get pozzed up from someone else, just to be done with it all. So finally I relented. I let the demons out and I did it. I fucking did it. It took on the first try too, because I’m fertile. And I gotta tell you, man was it hot. It was so goddamn hot doing it. I loved every fucking second and being the one to make him poz. Fuck, it blew my mind. When I bred him that night it was like all my love emptied into him too. Only he lied to me. He wasn’t ready for it. His family found out and they disowned him. Some of his friends turned on him and called him a fool for not being safe and stupid for being with me. They abandoned him. His conservative job found out and canned him. He lost health insurance. It was all so messed up. But I thought we were working through it all ok. We had each other and I loved him and that was enough right? But he got depressed. Really depressed. I came home one day… I came home…and… I’m the one who found him.” Kurt had tears just streaming down his face now- cathartically releasing all the pent up emotions that must have been eating away at him. “Bo is dead because of me. The love of my life died because I can’t control my sick desires. I was weak and he is dead. And I vowed never again. Not with someone that I care about. And then you walk into a bar bathroom, the spitting image…” “But Kurt, we can still do stuff. Be intimate. All this doesn’t make me want you less, if anything I want you more now. We can be safe….” I offered. “Safe? With me there IS no ‘safe’. You’ve seen me in action, when I’m amped up. I’m a fucking pig with a big cock and a bigger sex drive. Once the demons are loose, there’s no stopping them. You say “safe” but you don’t understand. You don’t KNOW. I’m telling you even now sitting here, after all this, I still want to infect you. I see you and I am overcome with desire. I want you so badly that I can’t focus. You are so beautiful and sexy and I want nothing more than to tear up that meaty little ass of yours. I want to fuck you so hard you bleed. I want to fuck you until your spine cracks and your spleen is bruised. I want you whimpering as I cum so deep inside that it will never come out. And then I want to do it again and again and again until you convert. Then we’ll be a matched pair and I’ll own you for life. You say ‘safe’. How do you think you’ll be safe with me? I’m way bigger than you. You don’t stand a chance. Don’t ask me to pull out, because I won’t. You think you’ll be safe if I use a condom? Don’t you think that at some point my dark side will win and I’ll sabotage the rubber so my seed leaks into you? Or I sneak it off and stealth you? Or drug you and then rape my poz load into your ass? God, my cock is hard right now just talking about it! With me there IS no such thing as safe, don’t you see? That’s why I’m telling you all this. That’s why I let Tom suck me. That’s why I pushed you away at the sex party. That’s why I pretended not to know you at the bar even though I wanted nothing more than to ditch that other guy and take you back to my place to destroy you. That’s why I sprinted home that first time at the bar. It’s me… protecting you… from me. Before I can’t control myself and it’s too late.” We sat quietly in my car, the only sound an occasional sniffle from him as we sat amid the enormity of everything he just unloaded. My mind was reeling from his revelations and his stark honesty. There was so much conflict going on inside me. My feelings for him. My attraction. His status. His dark fetish. His struggle. But above it all, just being in the car with him had me vibrating. My guts were a knot and… And suddenly, I was calm. In a moment of clarity, I knew what I was going to do. Kurt spoke again, dejectedly. “I know this was… a lot. And I’m sorry. I truly am sorry. Please understand that I think you are so… so beautiful. But you deserved to know. And now maybe you’ll understand I can’t see you again.” His hand moved to the door handle. Before he could make another move, I launched myself at him, grabbed his face, and kissed him. I wish I could say it was one of those beautiful, perfect moviestar kisses—it wasn’t. He’d been crying. I’d been crying. There were residual tears and snot. I came in too hot and our teeth sort of clacked together. It wasn’t pretty. But it was also fucking hot as hell. It started off with me ramming against him and him sort of yelping as I startled him. His body was tensed like a clock spring. I kept our lips pressed together unmoving- waiting to see what he was going to do. Suddenly the fight seemed to go out of him and he relaxed. Then our kiss morphed into a gentle “I see you, Jake Sully” kiss. And then it deepened, and turned more urgent until we were two horny teenagers making out in a car. And I gotta say—the stache and stubble combo? Holy fuck. Feeling his stubble rake across my jaw lit me on fire. Kissing Kurt in this moment was the most intimate, most sexual thing I think I’d ever done with another man in my life. It also felt I was kissing a brewing storm… and I never wanted to stop. As my hands wandered down to his straining groin, he suddenly stopped and pushed me away. “Fuck, this is what I was afraid of! I am barely hanging on, here. We have to stop.” “Have you heard of PReP,” I asked him breathlessly. “Sure,” he nods. “Well, I’m on it. And I triple dog dare you to try to get me pregnant, Kurt.” He closed his eyes then. “Drive,” he commanded as he fastened his seat belt. * * We drove to his condo in a blur. I drove fast, but not so fast as to get a speeding ticket (or DUI). He wanted to fuck me at his place because it was set up with everything that we would need. I honestly don’t remember getting from the parking garage to his unit. Once parked we were on each other again with reckless abandon. We managed to get out of the car, but he pushed me up against it- his hands all over my body. He ended up going down on me as I leaned against the car- my synapses shorting out as I felt his mouth take me inside. Then I tried to return the favor, but the 0 gauge PA kept clattering against my teeth which really bothered me. We stopped so he could unscrew a ball and take it out for me. I sucked his dick briefly in the elevator- I didn’t care if there were security cameras. Let them fucking watch me service this god’s dick! I just needed to feel him in my mouth. His dick is fucking enormous. Two and a half hands worth and my fingers didn’t touch around it. Big fucking head like a pit viper. He probably was going to fuck me in half with it, and I was beyond ready to surrender to it. Eventually we got to his condo and he had me go prep using his shower shot while he got the place ready for me. I did as I was told and made sure to spend a little extra time, as I knew he would be going extra deep. I stepped out of the bathroom into a dimly lit scene. “Come here,” I heard him say in his deep, sex voice. My feet were instantly compelled forward to the bedroom. He had a blood red light bulb in the bedside lamp, to set the mood. He had a sling set up, suspended in one corner from eye bolts in the ceiling. One of the walls had a large mirror there so you would be able to watch yourself during, were you so inclined. And the wall opposite the foot of the king sized bed had a 60” TV mounted on an articulating arm, so porn could be watched at any time. And he had filthy porn playing—lots of biohazard symbols everywhere. As I stepped into his den of iniquity, our eyes met and he said, “Last chance, bud. Or abandon all hope.” I walked up to him, staring deeply into his eyes. I feel that familiar sex trance coming on and this time I welcomed it fully. With that all my inhibitions fell away and I felt free. I knew Kurt wouldn’t judge me and anything was on the table. I chose my next words deliberately. “So, that guy that you were talking with that night at the bar when you pretended not to know me? Did you poz him?” I saw Kurt’s nostrils flare as his eyes glittered in the red light. “Yes. Yes I did.” “Tell me,” I say. “What’s to tell? He was a dumb fucking bug chaser. I found him on BBRT and told him I could help him out. He met me at the bar after work. I brought him here and gave him what he wanted.” “And what he wanted was your toxic seed. Did it take?” I asked. I knew my questions were goading Kurt on and getting his demons going. “Oh yeah. I told you—I’m fertile. He called me two weeks later to tell me he got the fuck flu. He was so happy.” “And was it a good fuck? Did you enjoy breeding him? Did it satisfy you?” I asked. “It was ok. He’d been chasing for awhile but everyone’s pretty well controlled these days so infections are rare. And he really wanted it so it didn’t feel like much of a challenge. It’s sort of hotter when the guy doesn’t want it, or doesn’t know he wants it.” Kurt’s cock was so hard at this. That’s when I noticed he’d changed his PA. The one in now was a curved barbell of sorts, but there were conical spikes screwed onto the ends. Kind of like what you’d see on a dog’s collar. I reached down and fingered it lightly. His cock jumped at my touch. “Is this your weapon of choice for my guts tonight?” I asked. “You triple dog dared me to get you pregnant. I aim to keep my record intact,” he growled. “So, about a month before I ran into you at the bar, Charlie told me he’d seen you with some random guy from out of town and that you’d left with him. You get him pregnant, too?” Kurt chuckled. “You keeping tabs on me?” he asked. “Just some light stalking. You know I’m obsessed with you.” Kurt reaches up and starts lightly stroking my nipples. My nipples are hard wired and with his touch, bolts of electricity coursed through me and made my dick jump. “I honestly don’t know if I got him pregnant or not- it’s definitely possible since I gave him a double dose. I may get a two-fer if his wife pops poz too.” “Fuck, really?” I asked. Even though I had started out as just playing a role to turn Kurt on, hearing him talk this way was getting me very turned on. Was I a secret chaser? Or was I just some sex pig that had finally found someone to help me realize my true self?” “Yeah. The guy was in town on a business trip. Married. To a woman. He was at the bar because he was bi-curious, the stupid fucker. Had cheated on his wife a few times with guys but only bottomed twice before. Such an easy pickup! He took me back to his hotel room so I could be his third time. Man, he was definitely not prepared for my cock. He cried while I fucked him.” “And you got him to risk it and go bareback?” I asked, definitely curious at this point. “Not at first. He insisted on a condom because he was ‘married’. But I deliberately didn’t use enough lube. I wanted to rough him up a bit and also possibly have the condom pop. That happens sometimes due to my size and my… vigor. Whoops.” He grinned and I had to laugh at the way he said it. “Unfortunately, the condom held, but he was really crying and it was tearing up his ass something fierce because fuck he was tight, so I told him it would feel better skin to skin. I had him take a hit of poppers, stripped off the condom, lubed up, and slid right back in. “I stealthed him quick before he came to his senses. And then kept going to make sure I massaged that load into him. As I was working up load 2 he did ask me not to cum in him. I said ‘Why change things now?’ and shot a second load deep. That’s when he kind of freaked out a bit and kicked me out of his hotel room.” “Was this a good fuck?” I asked, as I moved behind him and knelt to tongue his butthole. As soon as I made contact in his furry crack, I went into overdrive. He moaned. “Fuck yeah! There’s nothing better than breeding a married “straight” guy. I love it when the guy struggles to take my cock. I like it when they cry too- feels more like rape, even though they never ask me to stop. And I love sending them on their way with my little gift. Their cheating asses are getting what they deserve. Plus it’s hot thinking that they might pass it on to their wives or to some other guys along their path of sexual discovery.” “I have a question for you,” I say, pausing in my rimming. “At the sex party, why didn’t you just let that guy fuck me and breed me? Maybe I would have popped poz and all this conflict would have gone away.” Then I dove back into his perfect ass. “I thought I already answered that. I needed to be the one to do it so that you’re mine forever. I couldn’t let some other guy have that honor. Not with you. Especially when I could stop it. Do you know how many poz guys I chased away from your hole that night? At least 5. The last guy was definitely toxic, although you would have liked his dick.” I stopped rimming him and stood up. I stood on tip toes and whispered into his ear. “I think it’s time for you to impregnate me. Give me my first dirty dick.” Kurt kissed me fiercely then. It wasn’t like the first one in the car, or even the parking garage—this WAS a Hollywood kiss. Longing and long-denied desire pouring out in a flood between us. I’ve never been kissed like that by anyone before—or since. All I knew was that my mind was fried and I was complete his now and forever and all I could think was “dick dick dick… in in in…. now now now… “. He picked me up deftly, and placed me into the sling. My feet were placed in the stirrups and cinched in snugly. He looked down on me with unbridled lust, and I’m sure I looked back with equal amounts. He bared his teeth and chuckled menacingly. “You stupid fucker. Your ass is mine now. I’m gonna give you my AIDS.” “Stop talking and fucking do it already,” I goaded. He let out a fierce growl and lubed up his dick. Then he lubed up my hole, making sure to roughly finger the lube into me. Then I felt his cock head and the sharp PA resting against my pucker. I sucked in a sharp breath in anticipation. He tossed me some spray poppers and a cloth. “Here, you might want to try these. I’ll do you a solid and wait until you’re flying.” “I want you to know something,” I said as I uncapped the spray can. “I’m not going to be like that businessman. I’m not going to cry. I’m not going to beg for you not to cum in me. I’m not as innocent as I seem and I don’t need your mercy. I’m tough. And I’m a greedy fucking bottom who lusts for big cock. I need this. I need YOU. I think I’ve needed you my whole life. And my body is yours to destroy as you see fit.” I hit the spray poppers and soon my head fuzzed and everything got warm and tingly. I felt a sharp pinch as he entered me, and then discomfort as his girth slowly slid inside. I figured Kurt was just going to fucking pound me until I passed out, but no. He slow fucked me. He worked his enormous tool back and forth inside me, stopping when it started nudging my second ring and then sliding languorously back out. A couple times he pulled all the way out with a sharp plop (which I admit stung a bit) before pushing slowly back inside. I’m not gonna lie, what he was doing was feeling fucking incredible. So much cock was in me and I felt so stretched! But there was also the added sensation of the metal dragging in my guts. And then there was his gaze. I could almost taste his lust. “I thought you were going to fuck me,” I growled. “Patience, young padawan,” he said. “I’m just tilling the soil for my seed. There’s a method to my madness, you’ll see. I can’t just ram you with this particular PA in. It’s kind of uncomfortable for me and the cones tend to come loose. One time I lost the whole thing inside a dude’s shitter- now that was interesting breeding session. Also, I’ve been cautioned by the piercer that with my size, this type could get caught deep in your colon and hook us together in a rather compromising position. And that wouldn’t be very much fun now, would it?” I shook my head. “Plus we can’t risk damaging that beautiful baby-maker you got,” I agreed. “You like it?” he says cockily as he flexed it inside me causing me to gasp. “It’s the biggest dick I’ve ever taken and its going to ruin me forever for all other cock,” I told him quite sincerely. “Oh, its’ going to ruin you all right.” He grinned wickedly. He popped out again, and started removing the PA. “You should be good and scraped up now. Plenty of places for my seed to latch,” he said matter of factly. “And now the real fucking begins.” He relubed and I hit the spray poppers again, just in time to get fuzzy before his onslaught. I know everyone is now expecting a merciless rape of the sabine women scene, but it wasn’t like that. He was definitely all about taking his pleasure, but not at the expense of mine. He re-entered me fairly slowly and when his dick came to my second ring, he patiently worked me open until he could get all the way inside. Then he short stroked himself deep in there in order to make sure I was good and open for his dick before he started giving it all to me with force. And for me? Nobody had ever fucked me this deep before. And definitely nobody that I was so in tune with. I literally don’t remember some of the fuck once he got going, because I was riding wave after blissful wave. I was having anal/full body orgasms left and right from the way his cock was hitting inside me. I’m pretty sure I was making loud, guttural noises and probably scaring his neighbors. I honestly don’t know how long he had been fucking me before I regained my voice. 20 minutes? 2 hours? It was all a blur. But he was buried in me and grinding when I decided to ask for more. “Kurt? Will you put in the big PA for me? The 0 gauge that you had in the night we met? I’ve never been fucked by one and I need to feel it.” “You sure? Because it will probably bruise your sigmoid colon a bit,” he said with a touch of concern. “Yeah, I’m sure. I wanna be able to feel you inside me for days after this fuck.” He pulled out slowly and went to his dresser. This was a captive bead PA and he had bought the special tool for popping the ball in and out. With an audible snap, I knew it was in and that I’d soon be feeling it. “This is more than I could have hoped for,” he said during the lull in our fucking. “You’re taking me like a champ, and I’ve already been leaking tons of precum into your cunt. This is the hottest sex I’ve ever had and you’re helping me edge up one massive load. You’re so getting infected. I don’t care if you are on Prep—it’s not going to be able to save you after this.” “Promises, Promises,” I joked. “Now, play with my nipples as you enter me and get ready to see stars.” It took a bit to get the 0 gauge in me, but in me it went. All the way in me. And yeah, I felt it. The heavy weight of it moving inside me as he thrust into me. The pleasure pain as he drove that ring and ball repeatedly into my second ring. He did work my nipples as he fucked me now, and my hole went crazy on his dick. This set up a steady litany of accolades from him, where extolling my virtues as a professional bottom cock pig. I could tell we were nearing the finale at this point, and truthfully I wasn’t exactly sure how much more my guts could take. Poppers were failing to dull the pain he was punching into me now. “Look at me Kurt,” I commanded. And our eyes locked one last time. “I… I’m pretty sure I love you,” I stammered while staring intently at him. “It was love at first sight. From that first moment our eyes met in the bathroom, I knew. I just… knew.” Kurt was fucking me hard now. “It was inevitable. We were always going to end up here, right here. With you trying to knock me up. Because this connection of ours would not be denied.” His hands were fiercely gripping my hips and he was literally throwing my ass onto his dick. His groin slamming into me with abandon with smacks echoing off the concrete walls in his condo. “You know how much I love you, Kurt?” I grunted out between thrusts. “No. Tell me,” he ground out. “You know how I told you I was on PrEP?” I said, through gritted teeth. “I lied.” He came in me then. With a guttural moan that was somewhere between triumph and anguish, he came. Deeply. And hard. He was planted all the way up inside me when he launched volley after volley after volley of his charged semen into me. And I felt it. Not just the throbbing of his cock up inside me where no man had ever been, but I felt his cum. I felt the shots hit inside. The wet heat. All of it. And somewhere during his orgasm I had my own. My own prodigious load shot everywhere. I felt it hit my face, but it painted me from chin to navel. When he finally stopped cumming (like 2 minutes later, his cock still up in my second ring), he looked down at me with something that looked like sadness in his face. “Is it true?” He asked. “Is it true that I love you?” I said, playing dumb. “Absolutely. I’ve been head over heels for you for months. Since I first saw you.” “No, I mean… the PrEP thing. Is it… true?” I looked at him and shrugged. “Yeah, it’s true. I’m not on it. Never was.” Kurt started breathing rapidly and he started to shake a bit. “Oh god. You LIED to me! No no no! Fuck! This is going to be Bo all over again! I can’t handle that. Fuck, what have I done? Oh god, I never should have…” “Hey!” I snapped, and Kurt stopped. “You didn’t do this. I did. I chose. I decided that I wanted you to own me forever, so I let this happen. No. I MADE this happen. And if I had changed my mind, I would have stopped it. It *is* possible to stop Mr. Ferris Buehler, you know.” This elicited a small smile from him. “I’m sorry I lied to you. I won’t do it again. Ever. I promise.” I looked deeply at him so he could see my earnestness. “Ever. And although I look like him, I’m not him. You gotta trust me on this.” He nodded. I was still on my back in the sling and he was still in me at this point, and my load was starting to run everywhere. So, I scooped up what I could from by chest and belly and held it out to him. “If your fertileness is to be believed, this is my last neg load. Take it,” I said. “It’s always the Clark Kent types,” he said with a snort. And without breaking eye contact, he lowered his head to my hand and lapped up my cum. Then he held my hand while he slowly sucked each of my fingers clean. “How’s it taste, big guy?” The corners of his mouth twitched a bit before answering. “Positively delicious.” “OH MY GOD YOU DID NOT!” I guffawed. “What?” he shrugged. “If you can quote cheesy movie lines to me, then I’m gonna make puns so bad they’ll give you AIDS.” And then he smiled at me. And it was blinding. * * After our breeding session, he carefully removed my feet from the stirrups and I wrapped my legs around him tightly. Determined to keep him planted inside me forever. He lifted me out of the sling (with my help) and we maneuvered to his bed. With much shuffling and grunting, we managed to scooch all the way up, until I had a pillow under my head, and he was laying with most of his weight on top of me. We kissed slowly and deeply like this for a long time. As we were resting (he was STILL in me, although my hips were starting to cramp at this point), I started thinking about a positional change. “Hey, when do I get to fuck you?” I asked. “I don’t get fucked, I fuck.” He stated. “Although if I were to get fucked, it would be you. You seem to know what you’re doing.” “And you seemed to enjoy watching me fuck those guys,” I said. “I enjoyed MAKING you fuck those guys. There’s a difference. Although I’m sure they liked it. A hot fucker like you dicking them down? Plus you got a pretty good dick on ya for a little guy. Not as good as mine but….” I smacked him and he playfully said “ow”. He chuckled while I made my hole dance on his dick a few times. I grabbed his face and looked at him. “You know, I think I’ve always been a pig. Or more accurately a pig-in-waiting. I was just so focused on being the good boy that everyone wanted me to be. Always so tentative. Afraid to cut loose. I guess I was in some pretty deep denial. Until you. Then it was all ‘Suuuuper Piiiiig’. I guess that makes you my phone booth.” “What’s a ‘phone booth’?” he asked in mock seriousness. It was right after this that I was brought up short by a sudden and paralyzing thought. Once again, my insecurities were rearing their ugly head, and my mind started running unchecked down dark alleys. “Kurt… if you do manage to seroconvert me, is that it then? Party’s over? You move on to another hole and we just become buddies that wave to each other at the clinic or…” my voice trailed off, suddenly fearful. He looked at me like I was an idiot and shook his head. “God I love pozzing up stupid guys! Mwa-ha-ha-ha!” a said with a fakey, evil laugh. Then his face got serious. “Weren’t you listening, silly? I said I wanted to poz you so that I would own you forever. Forever doesn’t mean for the two weeks of daily breeding until you get the fuck flu.” This time it was my turn to nod that I understood. “Daily breeding, you say?” I said, slowly cocking an eyebrow. “With an ass like yours? At least,” he growled as he snuggled into my neck. “Oh! I just had another thought,” I said cheerfully. “Oh god. Is *this* how it’s going to be with you? You ‘thinking’ all the time, asking dumb questions and interrupting snuggies?” he smirked. “Oh, I think you’ll like this one. So, once I pop poz and before I go on meds, how would you like to watch me knock up some guys? I’m thinking maybe like a nice, dumb 18 year old high school jock. Get him good and pregnant before his college career?” “Am I answering your question?” he asked, as his cock rapidly started swelling in my soon to be destroyed (again) ass. And then we kissed. And five very positive years later, we’re still kissing.

So my last four trips to the bathhouses here in Phoenix have been a fisting success. I fisted an old guy in his room, he had clothe pins on his nipples and ball sac, then the next week had an Indian man fuck me with my large toy and then used his fist. My last two visits I have met up with a small Asian man who uses my big toy and then wrecks my ass with his fist. I can’t believe how lucky I’ve been.

The man’s cock slid inside, slower than John expected, thick shaft dark with veins, the head glistening. John saw the man’s belly jiggle and heard the damp clap as the man bottomed out—God, every inch. David didn’t resist, didn’t stir. One of the stranger’s hands gripped the back of John’s neck, heavy and rough. Urging him to get in closer, to see every detail. For a moment, John’s mind blanked out. All he knew was the sight, impossible and obscene, of another man’s fat cock moving in and out of David— of how easy, how natural it looked, as if David’s body was made for this. He heard David moan, against the sound of the wet, animal slap when the man pressed all the way in. John felt his stomach twist. The man’s hands now clamped tight to David’s hip, holding nothing back. It looked brutal, but also… as if the man did this every week, knew just how much force David’s body could take before it broke. John stared, hypnotized — the flesh of David’s hole stretching snug around the thick shaft. Another man splitting open his boy and making it look effortless. Fuck! A little critical thinking came back to John. This man, this stranger was fucking David bare. “You need to put a condom on” he said a bit nervous. The man’s hips stopped with the same calm authority as before. The cock slid out, glossy, and David’s hole closed around nothing. “Of course,” the man said calmly. “It’s condoms in the changing room”. As John turned to walk he heard the man push back into David with force, as David gave out a big moan. John stomped through the changing room, stomach churning. He passed the mirrors. He hated the way the lights made his skin look jaundiced, hated the weird film of sweat on his chest and arms, hated how hard his cock still was. There was a vending machine, a bit hidden away, with condoms and lube packets. His hands shook as he took out a condom. He imagined what the man was doing to David in there. He needed to be there. To keep David safe he told himself. He walked back with the condom in hand. He heard them before he saw them. David was moving more to the rythm of the fucking. The man was fucking rough. Three men had gone over and was watching. Cocks in hand. The fucking intencified, and the man started grunting louder and then guttural. David’s body rocked forward with each thrust, then pulled back by the mans strong hands. This was not what he wanted for them, for David, but it was happening and his mind latched onto each detail, powerless to look away. The three men watching rubbed themselves in a form of synchrony, enjoying what thay had in front of them. As John reached his hand over with the condom the man gave out a roar. It was over before he knew it — the sound of the man’s cry, the slamming thrust, and David’s ass mashed against the stranger’s waist. The man sagged, both hands heavy on David’s hips, and the room seemed to shudder for a second, all the bodies standing a little straighter as though a current had passed from one naked man to another. The three spectators at the edge pumped their cocks, one of them already sticky-handed. John was not sure if he should step in or just vanish. The man said nothing. He stayed where he was, half-collapsed against David, catching his breath. Eventually he pulled out, letting David slouch forward, then turned to John with a look of victory. The man took the condom, stil in John’s hands, as he past him. No thanks, no goodbye, just the rank smell of fucked skin and stale aftershave. John looked at Davids hole, glistering with pale slime, open, the memory of the man’s cock still printed in the trembling rim. A drop of cum leaking out. John felt shame, then a deep, queasy tenderness. He wanted to wrap David up, towel him off, anything to erase this place and everything that just happened. John crouched next to him, palm gentle on David’s face.

So this is one of my many stories of hooking up with sadly a lost FFwb. We ended things on bad terms completely my fault, but i still look back on our sessions with heavy fondness. Tat the time i was in an open relationship. My ex, fisted me but if you read my first story you know why he's my ex. So we decided that we could open the relationship to satisfy my needs and that was actually fine. But that wasn't the case until i met him. Travis wasn't really my type but there was something that did align perfectly. our sexual energy just matched. He was kinky, funny, sexy, and down to earth. probably more down to earth than i'll ever be. But i trusted him with my life. Anyway we developed a nice schedule where i would stay over at his place Friday nights. I would say he's the first to introduce me into the world of pnp, i was already into poppers, but he introduced me to many other favors*. Travis was the same height as me a little more weight maybe pushing 165, i at around 140. so we were a nice match, when I get ot his place he'd always ff to smoke some decent weed while he finished cleaning out. I didn't mind waiting, he had a dog so i usually got stoned off my ass and played with his dog for a bit. Once he was out the shower it could go 1 of two ways. 1. he gets stoned and we have a long deep stoner convo or we would dive into an hour long conversation. either way i enjoyed it. But either way resulted inin the most passionate make out session in my life. He would push me up against the wall, just roughly enough to get my blood flowing. just the right amount of pressure as he kissed my neck and bit tenderly. he knew my secret though my ears. head often work his way up my neck and nibble on my ears. He knew this was the fastest way to get me to start pre-cumming everywhere as i produce a TON of it which usually results in a giant wet spot, but he didn't care and even later on when id' go out with him he'd make it a point like a goal to get me pr-cum enough to be noticeable. I was on cloud nine as he licked me from head to groin, exploring my androgenous zones with his lips and tongue. my knees buckled using the wall for more support than i should. "So wanna try some molly tonight?" he asked, but his eyes already told me he was ready to roll together. he produced a small vile with some powder like substance. He put some on a tiny spoon and said take a sniff. and without hesitation i went for it. He followed suit and before we knew it we were back at it, furiously making out. Being both bottoms we knew what we wanted, our hands were exploring each others bodies but we were really making our way to each others holes. my hand trailed down his supple ass. his pale skin and dark hair was so fucking sexy to me. we broke apart to drink some water. Travis knew all my kinks, and i knew his. We hydrated and talked a bit more as he molly slowly started kicking him. I gestured to his sofa, like a butler. "Would sire like his hole blown out?" i extended my arm to to him. Travis one to always play along. " Oh i wouldn't impose going first". he said coyly. I got up just enough to grab his arm and pull him down to the couch, which only resulted in another intense make out session. this time i reach up to his chest. both his nipples where pierced with cross bars. He didn't have a high sensitivity to pain and loved when guys pulled on them harder than you might think. With this knowledge i tortured his poor nipples. driving out make out session even further. our dicks frotting as we rolled around passionately. I was leaking so much precum at this point my jockstrap was leaking into his. a large dark spot was clearly visible on my jock. I broke our kiss once i pinned him down "Get comfy." i said to him, while i had him pinned. "Nope!, not tonight" he said flipping me and pinning me face down. "tonight, i want you're hole to experience pleasure first". he slapped my exposed whole playfully. "Oh no please don't" i could barely contain my laughter. my entire body was humming in a beautiful orchestra, every finger he laid on me set ripples that cascade in an orgasmic crescendo. I gave in and switch to my back, Travis got up momentarily to grab the lube and poppers. "her" he said tossing me a bottle. "Take a hit when i say.", were magic words to my ear, he knew i loved popper trainers. next was what i absolutely loved about him. he 1. knew i love being fisted to swim by chase Atlantic(look it up on spotify), and he also knew i loved my heating lube. I'm kind of OCD but he accepted that and i loved it. As i laid on my back he switched the Alexa to to just a station that played some really nice warm-up music. as he put lube on my whole, i looked down to see him smiling at me. that smile could get me to go to hell and back for him. He slowly started playing with my hole. first just circling it, seeing my squirm, and then just a finger. slowly in and out until he could move in and out with ease, this continue for a few minutes as he slowly worked up to more fingers. I closed eyes just laying back enjoying the most peaceful fucking invasion of my innermost self. I was on cloud 9, and then he said those magic words "take hit" i uncapped the bottle, and took a hit for myself, he didn't have to say a word the look in his eye was telling me when i could stop inhaling, and he stared into my soul. "Hold" he said withdrawing for a moment, not crossing over the thickest part of his wrist yet. he grabbed the lube shooter and it was already loaded with my heating lube "he did it while i was blissed out while i was being opened up. he quickly inserted, ejected and pulled out the lube. the instant heat difference was enough to get me going typically but on molly i was almost indescribable. the shimmering feeling radiating from my hole. he quickly pushed his hand into my hole passing over his wrist with little resistance. i gasped. Travis started working my hole. "Release" he said as he started increasing speed. I almost forgot i hit poppers quickly exhaling and getting the rush of a lifetime. My mind was exploding with colors. as my eyes closed i started getting very strong visualizations of his hand in my hole. i could feel him working me over. slowly getting me more and more relaxed. I was so relaxed. He continued playing in my hole the heating lube was starting to do its thing and when it started spreading over my hole was when i really started to give it all away. my cock start spurting piss across my chest. he knew were my bladder was and started beating the hell out of it. I was mumbling incoherently as i pissed myself. Travis just had a devilish smile as he continued to work over my hole. i could hear my holes plopping as he pulled all the way out and slid his hand(elongated), back into my hole. i felt so full with his hand me. then he told me to take a hit again. i did as instructed and took another hit of poppers. this time he started lubing up more of his arm, i could feel him inside me, i knew he was trying to get deep in me. Travis loved depth play and i loved pushing hist limits, just like he did mine. I could feel as he wormed his way past my second hole. that pop as his wrist wriggled past it caused the most intense orgasm i've had to date. I barely came but i still dribbled cum despite my copious amounts of piss and precum already stuck to my skin. "Are you ready?" he asked. we both knew what was coming next. "yeah but can i get on all fours? "of course, do whatever makes you more combatable hun" he said slowly pulling out of me. each millimeter he pulled out of my hole caused another cascade of pure pleasure rippling through my body. my hole quivered with sensitivity and pure ecstasy as his last finger slipped past my gape. "you have such a beautiful hole" he said, slapping it a few playful time sending shivers up my body. thanks i aid flipping over. as i flipped over this time i noticed he grabbed my heating lube and refilled the lube shooter. "Did you want any max impact?" he gestured the can to me. I knew this stuff wasn't "healthy" in the least and read up on it, but i didn't care. "i grabbed my Bandana off the edge of the couch and sprayed a bit on a tip and rolled it up. I leaned forward prone and exposed my hole. "ready?" Travis asked his hands already encircling my holes just playing in the lube. "yeah" i said putting the cloth in my mouth. Travis wasted no time working back into my hole. This is what i was waiting for. He slowly worked his hands in and out, each time he made sure to pull entirely out before quickly pushing back in, slowly closing his hand into a fist as he pulled out and push back in. "inhale" i started to pull breathing through the cloth, now. " "release" i exhaled, and all but collapsed on the couch. my mind started buzzing and i felt my entire body relax. my hole dropped in my stomach, i could feel everything open up. Travis sunk his hand deep into me. "atta boy!" he celebrated as i'd reached his forearm, my body was going into overdrive, the amounting pressure caused me to piss whatever fluid might be left in my body onto his couch. "okay go for" i barely managed to squeak out between my guttural moans. I felt the hand recede from my hole only to be replaced by a clearly smaller cool feeling, then being flooded with lube. i usually only put a small amount of heating lube directly inside me but i could tell he put more in. Then he began punch fucking me. slow at first spreading the heating lube inside my hole ensuring no wall was left uncoated. then the assault began it it didn't let up. the sound of him completely gutting me, pulling his closed fist in and out of my hole alone was driving me crazy. I was dribbling a stead bead of precum and piss mix that had long since soaked my jockstrap and his couch. "Fuck yes", Fuck, "oh my fucking god I.... i..." i knew what i wanted to say but I just heled it in. couldn't say those words to him" but i looked back with my held still flat against the couch, the look of desire in his eyes when ours finally met told me he knew what i was going to say and he loved that he could bring to that point. "You fucking like when i punch your hole", "you like gaping for me?" his word only drowned out by my invocable moans and glopping sound from the lube as he demolished my hole. In all the excitement i completely forgot about my music choice but he didn't. "Alexa play swim" i could hear the smile in his voice as spoke. this man was going to leave me in ruin. a gaping mess of lube, piss and cum is what he will reduce me to but i was okay with that. as the song started to peak, he told me to take a hit of poppers, i complied and he released another torrent of powerful thrust before slowing to match the rhythm of the song. I was riding wave after wave of pleasure as he played in my hole to the tempo of the song. We've used the song enough that we knew when the "rushing" parts were so he new when exactly to get me rolling in my skin. I'm not sure how long he ruined me for but i know at the end we had to take a break. This was just like 1/3rd of one session. After we drank some water, and made out a little more i bent him over the table in his kitchen where we were talking, i slowly started playing in his hole, while we continued our conversation ignoring the fact that i had 3 finger in his hole working up to a fourth. i position myself behind him and i honestly couldn't help myself, i wanted to fuck him. I'm not big I'm just your average cut 6" dick but i know how to use my tool. I slipped into him with ease. the sound of a popper cap, opening and then the distinct sound of the inhale. he reached back handing me the bottle. i grabbed it and took a hit. I started a full out assault on his ass. I don't fuck softly, i like pounding my bottoms prostate until he's pissing or cumming. its an internal goal that i take pride in. I pounded away at his hole until i felt myself getting close. I pulled out because after i cum normally, i lose ALL sexual desire. post nut clarity hits hard. so i withdraw and my fingers quickly replace them. I see Travis reaching for something on the table. a small black tube. "what's that?" i asked still playing in his hole gauging his reaction. "its... uhh ketamine" he struggled to get out as I now was working all five finger in and out of his hole. "want some?" he asked looking back. a small speck of white, still stuck to his nose. "sure but I've never done that either" i said as i withdrew my fingers. his hole dropped a healthy amount of lube on the floor, following a long string back to his beautiful ass checks. twist this, then put it up your nose and sniff" he said, its measured so it give you a nice dose but not enough to k-hole, don't worry i'll be with you." he handed me the tube. I took it twisted the cap and sniffed. It burned a little but then i got a disgusting feeling as it ran down the back of my throat. "is this normal?" i ask, "yeah don't worry it will subside" he said. "want to lay down so i can finish what i started? i gestured back to the couch. "I have a Better Idea, he said grabbing my by the arm and pulling me over to his workout area in his living room. he pulled down the upright fuckbench that he kept with the equipment. he laid chest down and place his poppers and max impact beside the front. "Okay now I'm ready" he laughed kinkily. i found my place behind him and really got to work. I was rolling hard and the K elvated everything. I found myself face first in his hole rimming him for all dear life. I loved when he pushed out his hole. i didn't care baout the lube, all i cared about at that moment in space and time was getting my tongue deeper into his delcious hole. His moans rang like the most beautiful sound. I withdrew my tongue and replaced it with my fingers, I applied a healthy amount of lube and begai probing his hole again this time there would be no stopping his hole was mine to destroy. *hisss, the sound of the max impact bottle being sprayed into his bandana. "ready?" i asked. only to be greeted by the sound of poppers lid coming off. "hmmm hmm" he said, while breathing in the fumes. i felt his hole relax even more, it swallowed my hand with ease. i was so jealous how his hole just devoured my hand. Travis wasn't like me that he liked to be fisted hard and fast, he liked slow and deep. This was originally a challenge for me but i learned to listen to his body, As his hole opened allowing me deeper and deeper i began alternating hands on the withdrawal. this always got him groaning loud enough for his neighbors to definitely hear. neither of us cared. His moans only me to push him deeper. I loved his hole as it was the effect velvet feel that pulled me in deeper. like a vortex it sucked my arm deeper as i felt him contract his second hole. "You like having my arm deep in the busted hole?" i asked more dominantly than i am when i bottom. "fuck yeah, i fucking love your hand deep in me". his words were music to my ears. We took more time going deeper and working his hole till he tapped out, as he stood up i noticed his jock was soaked, i'm not sure with of what more but i took that as a sign i did a decent job at a minimum. "water break?" he looked at me "water break" i said reaching for his bottled water. As we moved back to the kitchen to get some water we found our hands on each other's bodies shortly after. it was definitely the molly but I just couldn't help myself, when my hand was inside him it was like we were one, i could feel his movements and vice versa. then i had the idea. "hey can we try something?" i asked putting my water down. " what do you have in mind he said setting his phone down afer checking it. " lets sixty-nine. but like with fisting." i said. he jumped at the opportunity. " I've never done it but we i'd love to try." he said practically skipping to the couch. We fumbled around for a bit and entwined our legs so each of our right hands where in each others holes. We moved closer together locking legs ensuring we could both relax without over stretching to just have our hands relaxed in each others holes. in both of our left hands were a bottle of poppers. we slowly started playing in each others holes, just small movements at first to get comfortoable. I head him unscrew his bottle. i could see him but i could feel his hand and recognized the sound. I knew i could really work his hole. as i did he tried to match my speed and rhythm but he was overwhelmed with please and would forget his hand was in my hole. I loved it that i could drive him to such extreme pleasure that the world melted away. as his moaning returned to the normal rate, i decided it was my turn to share in his experience. But i wanted more, i grabbed the bandana and picked a clean edge, i struggling used my left hand to poor some poppers omit, then rolled it up. I placed the rag in my mouth, and inhaled. If felt my entire body relax as the drugs did their magic. Travis looked up because i went muffled with the bandana in my mouth. "once he saw what was happening he rapidly increased his speed and revolutions of his hand. It was like i could feel a directly line from my core through my hole and into his hand, we took turns for god knows how long hitting poppers, max impact and fisting each other, we felt like one being as we both dug each other bringing on wave after wave of unforgettable orgasms. When we finally pulled out hands out our fingers were both pruned and shriveled. we laughed about it and made out a little bit more. but i still wasn't done, I needed to nut still and Travis knew he was going to get it. "Since we were both pretty tired now, I didn't last very long. I fucked him on the couch and we laid their till Travis fell asleep in my embrace. I felt bad about leaving because it was one of the best nights of my life, but it wasn't the last of the fun i would have with Travis before the year was up. Let me know what you guys think. I loved playing with Travis over the years.

The stupid fuck responded.. i guess his hole healed. He was at my place in minutes which told me he meeded/wanted it. I didn't bother with the rubber bc after a few minutes, my cock was wet from his spit, which he promptly impaled himself on. Normally I last a while when in missionary but I was so turned on, I bred him on a few minutes.

Chicago also has Jackhammer, and just a couple doors down is Touche. When the playroom/bar is open in either place, there is a gear check. Leather or fetish wear is required. But sometimes, like during the day, the bar space is open for service and play isn't a thing there.

Here you go guys. . . .just a few of me 🙂

Can I feel masculine as I push back and open my hole up and take him deeper. Unavoidably moaning and breathing in deep as I get washed away. That's masculine energy and it just works.

Mine has come a long way since my original post in 2022. Thanks to adding "gape training" (Wearing a gape keeper, mare maker or snuckle for 2-3 hours a day most days) to my stretch training and frequent fisting play experiences, I take double frequently and my hole doesn't fully close, which I love. On the reality check side to achieving the pig hole fantasy, I do have to use my built in shower shot and hose out everyday without fail, and I have to wear a diaper after heavy play because i can't keep the lube and cum from leaking out of me, but it's worth being so loose (and getting looser) and open.

About me by another member from the "Experiences at CumUnion thread on page 6: "I walked around to find MuscledHorse again and found him bent over on the fuck bench where I already saw him a few times. Guys all around watching him get fucked by someone. As soon as that guy stepped away, no one immediately took his place. He'd been getting fucked for at least 90 mins by that point, so I decided this was it - I pulled up behind that slut - never turned around to see who anyone was fucking him - and his fuckhole was so loose I barely even realized I was inside (like fucking a tunnel). I'm so visual, and this guy was such a hot muscle stud I knew I'd get off fast. He was egging me on to breed him without any clue who it was, and I only lasted a minute or two till I blasted my load up his slimy ass and added to whatever he had already. I walked around to the front of him and said thanks, and told him who I was from here. Some other heavy guy had taken my place, but when he finished, MuscledHorse got off the bench and we talked a few minutes (true gentleman ). I reached around his ass and loads were literally running down his big legs." Anytime I am getting used and stand up and feel the cum and lube leaking out of my used hole and runnin down my elgs and dropping off my scrotum, I feel like the fully realized pig I am.

My dad came out and eventually started partying. He started fucking me when I was ten and by time I was 13 I was a pro. One night he came in my room late and high and we started fucking and he was louder than ever and I was worried but I got into it and my brother (17, straight) and my dad’s bf (knew about us fucking) opened the door and we didn’t stop. My dad fucking went harder and I looked right at my brother as he bred me. He had no idea I had been doing this since I was a kid. mike the bf got some T, we got my brother high, and all three of them raped the fuck out of me. I will. Never forget my brother giving me his dick. I kissed him hard and he came so much. I am very lucky:

Will do and thank you. He's a good kid, who's had a really shitty hand at life. Thanks to me he's a cum slut, but I want him to be safe in his explorations. It's been beautiful to see to see him go from a shy scared boy, to a happy faggot always on the hunt for cock.

Chapter 9 ——— Buck ———- As I drove us home I reflected on the day at the shop. We were steady but not too busy unlike the record breaking sales day we had yesterday. If that kept up, I’d have to look at bringing on more staff. On the topics of new staff, I’d spent most the day in close confines with my newest scorpion boy, Jacob. When he came into the shop a little over a month ago he peaked my interest as well as my poz dick’s interest. He stood there talking to me shyly but with a strong resolve. I was sure Jacob was one of those boys that didn’t know how cute he was. He was 5’11 with a good build without being too defined or muscled, had a nice pert ass, his head was covered in light brown hair, and he had one of the prettiest set of brown eyes I’d ever seen. Plus this sweet respectful attitude made him even cuter. Since that first meeting he has only grew sexier to me. It’s been hard keeping my distance as he sorted out his family issues and got into his new apartment. Then I wanted to let him get settled before I made any moves. Today as I watched him work, I knew he was ready and I was almost certain he would be down to become a true scorpion boy! I decided to put the wheels in motion and have him train with me in the tight quarters that is the pizza station. It gave me plenty of chances to rub against him, touch him, and just be in his space. There was the added bonus when of getting too clean his nice round plump butt off. I copped a few squeezes as I got the floor of his pants. I also wasn’t shy about my hard dick rubbing against his butt as we worked or him seeing my hard dick bulging down my leg after I’d got up form looking at his butt as I was feeling it up, or I mean cleaning it. Not that I am creep or anything. I’d never make a move unless they gave me plenty of signals. If for one second I sensed he felt uncomfortable or put off I would have stopped immediately. Jacob made it clear he was interested so I proceeded. Now, we would just have to see if he was willing to go all the way and become my poz son. “Hey, you interested in some dinner? I can stop at the market and whip us up something if you were up for it.” I said breaking the comfortable silence of the truck cab. “I would love it but I don’t want to put you out. You had a busy weekend already.” He was always so considerate of everyone else. Always putting others first. Wanting to help and never to be a burden. I would teach him he wasn’t a burden. ”It’s no problem. I used to work 16 hour days all weekend at the restaurant. I can manage to make us something edible.” I said as I winked at him which brought a slight blush to his cheeks. We pulled into the market and he followed me through the store as I got everything we need to make dinner. I decided on a honey pork chop recipe I loved, with a fresh side salad with home made dressing, grilled asparagus, and home made mashed potatoes with a savory gravy. We got to the checkout and the sweet boy offered to give me money to help pay for it. I politely but firmly declined. He would learn Daddy Scorpion always treated when it came to food and meals. I knew I was preparing a lot of heavy food which typically you don’t eat before you bottom, but I didn’t plan on it going that far tonight. I’d introduce him to the idea and if that went well we go from there but I knew I wanted to wait to actually fuck and breed my new boy. Get to know his body first before I claimed it forever with my toxic strain. We got home and I poured us each a glass of the sweat tea. It was my family’s recipe passed down the generation of southern women. I had to beg my mom to teach me how to make it just right. I unloaded all the bags on the counter. Then washed my hands and started to clean and prep everything. I roped Jacob into the process as well. Having him cut up potatoes, chop herbs and the fresh onion, and so on. Making sure to rub against him and touch him as much as I could as we worked. I even pulled the using my finger to dip it into sauce or the dressing and then offering my finger for him to taste. Feeling his lips wrapped around my finger as he blushed made my dick as hard as it could be crammed in my pants. When I moved to the stove/oven, I put Jacob to setting the table for us. Pointing and telling him where everything was as I manned the stove. After he had set the table I put him to cutting the strawberries and adding the sugar for the shortcake cups we were going on have for dessert. I stepped over to add my few special ingredients I used to elevated it from normal strawberry shortcake cake to something special. It’d have been even better if I had time to make the cake from scratch but the cups would do. I had Jacob put the strawberry bowl in the fridge to chill and do it thing. We talked as the food finished cooking. He told me more about his dad passing away, his mom working so hard, his dead-beat step-dad, how he’d planned to go to college a few hours away on a full swimming scholarship be for he was injured and lost the scholarship, how he’d couldn’t qualify for student aid, and the ultimatum that lead him to my shop. I thought it was sad he had to endure so much but miraculously he turned out as prefect. I wasn’t glad he had to travel such a rough road before, but I was glad it led him to me and the rest of us at the shop. He needed a family that would care about him and give him the love and attention he needed and that’s exactly what we would do regardless of how the night and my pozzing plans went. I put all the food on serving dishes and took them to the table. We dished out our own serving off the platters and continued to visit. I told him a brief version of the story of my ex cheating and me waking up to a life I didnt want and how I changed it all (minus the poz stuff for now). I also told him about my upbringing in the south. My family and my education. My time in Paris learning from the master chiefs there. After the main course we had our dessert and just gossiper about the guys at the shop. We finished up and he helped me put away the left overs and load the dishwasher. He had been receptive all night. Blushing when I flirted with him, flirting back, making those eyes when he thought I wasn’t looking. I knew he was ready for the next step in our road that hopefully ended in my big fat raw poz dick impregnating his hole. I suggested we move to the back yard and climb in the hot tub to relax. He about choked on his tea when I told him we’d skinny dip. I couldn’t wait to see my boy naked! ———— Jacob ——— We had a wonderful evening. Buck was a fantastic cook. He brought what you’d think was ordinary to the extraordinary with every dish! Even the tea was the best I’d ever had. We talked and got to know each other all night. He touched me and rubbed against me, like he had earlier, as I helped him in the kitchen preparing the food and again as we cleaned up. This time though his touches lasted longer. His rubs were more firm. I felt his dick against my ass or hip many times! He also flirted with me all night. Smiling at me. Complimenting me. Laughing at my unfunny jokes. And again that smile! We had just finished putting the dishes in the dishwasher when Buck suggested we take a dip in his hot tub. It was cool out but not too cold. The warm water and bubbles would be nice. “Sure, that sounds great. Let me go get my trunks from my place.” I said as I turned to go across the street. Bucks big hand gently grabbed my elbow to stop me. ”Oh we don’t need any trunks. The neighbors are Ant and a two older gay men. They won’t care if they even see us. The tub is partially hidden. Plus it’s just us boys, why not go naked.” He said with a sly smile while his green eyes gleamed. Before I could answer he had taken his hat off and put it on the counter. That was followed by his shirt. His arms and chest were well muscled. His chest and flat stomach were covered in a light dusting of the same dark black hair that covers his head and of his mustache. His nipples were pointing out and looked to be hard. I also noticed he had the shops logo tattooed on one of his pecks. I thought that it was interesting he had decided to put the logo on him permanently. Or did the tattoo come first? That thought flew out of my head when he pulled down his jeans. I had missed him taking off his shoes and socks. He stood in front of me in nothing but a set of briefs. His obviously hard dick tenting them and making them hold on for dear life to keep him contained. ”Yea sure we can do that” I said not taking my eyes off his package. ”Hey there boy, you can look at that all night first get naked while I go get the towels.” He told me as he walked past me stopping just long enough to give me a little swat on my butt. I took my shoes and socks off first. Then my made short work of my shirt and pants. With a final deep breath I dropped my boxer briefs and my 7 in dick jumped out and stood straight out from my crotch. Buck came walking in just as I stood from lowering my underwear and saw my dick bounce. A low growl seemed to escape his throat. He walked up to me, put one of his big hands on my right ass cheek and gave it a squeeze as he handed me the towel with his other hand. I was so horny and nervous the minute he touched my bare ass I almost came and passed out at the same time. I notice then he was also naked. A big fat dick (which looked to be an inch or so bigger than mine and thicker) resting over a nice set of balls jutted out from his crotch. His bush looking like a porn stars pre manscaping. I could only take the towel from him and smile. With his now free hand he reached down and cupped my full balls as he leaned down and kissed me gently on my lips. I again almost came all over the floor. “Ok, let’s go get in the tub. I already turned it on with my phone. It should be hot and bubbly.” He said as he took my hand in his and led me out the door at the back of the kitchen. The backyard was dark minus a few solar lights that illuminated the path to a pergola that was half hidden by vegetation and fencing. We stepped into the pergola and Buck released my hand to take the lid off the tub. Sure enough it was bubbling away. This was the first time I’d ever been in a hot tub when it wasn’t related to my training for swimming. It goes without saying it was the first time I’d been in one naked, with another naked person, in semi public, with a raging hard on. Buck climbed in first then held my hand as I followed him. He sat down on the side nearest the house which was the most out of view of the neighbors. I went to sit across from him. “Oh no boy, come over here” he said and gestured for me to walk over too him. I stood my hard dick bouncing in the air as I walked to him. He grabbed my hips and turned me around and sat me right in his lap. His big fat cock wedged between him and my ass/lower back. ”Now that is much better isn’t boy?” He said as he wrapped his arms around me leaning us back then kissing my shoulder as we got into a comfortable position in the tub. “Yea, much better sir.” The sir just slipped out. I hadn’t called him sir since my first day but it just seemed natural to here and now. The sir seemed to warn me another growl and I felt his cock twitch against my ass. “You keep that up and you’ll side track me before we have our important conversation.” He said as he rubbed his hands all over my chest, stomach, and hard nipples. “I am not sure I can concentrate right now to have an intelligent conversation.” I replied as a moan jumped out of my throat as he gently pinched my nipple. ”Well I think we will be ok if we make it quick.” He said then kissed behind my ear. “Have you ever wondered where the red and black scorpion we use for the logo came from? Did you see I have it on my peck? ”Yes sir, I have been curious since my first shift.” I answered as he kissed my neck the nibbled slightly on my ear lobe. It was hard to concentrate and my dick was so hard I think all my blood had gone to it. “Well boy, it’s a symbol of what changed my life. It stands for a mix of betrayal, the catalyst for my new life, and the joy I have in sharing it.” He said as he continued to play with my nipple. “You see like I said earlier my ex had cheated on me. Had a lot actually and I was so busy doing a job I hated that I didn’t notice for years.” He said sadly. “How could anyone want another man when they had you sir?” I asked putting voice to a question I had since Trev had told me Buck had been cheated on. “Oh I don’t know. I wasn’t home a lot and wasn’t the most attentive. That doesn’t excuse Chad, he could have talked to me. But that’s not the point. When he cheated on me he wasn’t safe about it and gave me something.” He said his hands still roaming my body. “He did! How could he? That asshole!” I was outraged not only did he break Bucks trust he gave him a sti without him consenting. “I appreciate your outrage boy. I was plenty pissed when I learned what happened. The horrible irony is I always topped him but for our 10th anniversary I let him top me. That’s when he gave to me. I found out a month and a half later when I got sick.” He said as he kissed my shoulder. “But from that came my new and much improved life. After I got out of the mess with him things changed. My doctor and friend actually was the one that helped put me on the path I walk today!” ”Did he treat the std? What does that have to do with a scorpion? I don’t understand sir.” I told him truthfully bewildered. ”Well you see the std he gave me can’t be cured. He gave me HIV. Now just a minute and don’t freak out and let me continue. Ok boy?” He asked me with uncertainty in his voice. My body had tensed when he said HIV. I’d heard about it in health class so I knew it was bad but the built in fear I had from the scary stories they told kids so we’d use condoms made me tense up. I knew it was treatable now and wasn’t that big of big deal anymore but it still gave me goose bumps. “Okay, I am listening sir.” I said turning on his lap sideways to look in his beautiful green eyes. “After my doctor told me I tested positive for it he sent me home for a few weeks to rest and recover and then come back to talk options. At the follow up meeting he told me the usual treatment. A pill everyday and blood work every 6 months.” Buck paused briefly then continued, “He also told me some men choice not to go on the medicine right away. That with monitoring I could live a healthy life and not take anything till I really needed it.” That sounded good to me. But that would also mean he could give it to someone else if he wasn’t careful. “So you always use condoms when you have sex sir?” I asked. I had tried one on before and I hated how it felt. I planned to go on prep before I had sex so I didn’t have to. But since tonight was the first time I ever been naked with a man sexually let alone sat in his lap I had not gotten around to it. “Thats the other part of it. Before I left that second appointment my doctor explained to me that there were men out there that didn’t use protection. That liked to give HIV to other men that wanted it. He sent me home with research about what we call gifting. I can show you it later for you to look at when you get home.” He explained calmly. “These men all believe in being part of the poz brotherhood. A group of men that care for each other and love to share the gift that will be a part of each other forever. To care so much that we literally will allow another man to change our DNA or for us to change another’s.” He said his hands restating their roaming now on my back and legs. “Ok, I think I have heard of this before from one time I did a deep dive into the porn black hole. So, you are one of these men that like to gift? Also how does the scorpion work with it?” “The scorpion, particularly the red and black one, is one of the symbols gifter us to let others know they are HIV positive or poz as we call it. That’s why I wear it, I am a gifter. It also personally symbolizes to me the power I used to get past Chad cheating to restart my life and now the power that drives the success I am having with the shop and my personal life.” He said as he smile at me with uncertain worry in his green eyes. “Ok, I get that. So you are poz and not on any medicine right now but being monitored by your doctor. The scorpion shows you are a gifter and that you enjoy sharing it with others. Does that mean you have given it to others? You are healthy now right, the doctor says so?” I asked a little worried for him, not myself. “Yes, I saw him not long again and I am all fine. I have gifted several men. Jayden was my first. He also wears my tattoo.” He said to me as he started to kiss my shoulder and neck again. “Actually all the boys at the shop have been gifted by me. They all wear my tattoo. That’s also why Scorpion Daddy and Scorpion boys stick so well for us. I am what they would call their poz dad in the gifting community.” He said as his hands roaming up my leg grazed my balls. “What ? All of them? Trev too? Even Ant?” I asked my curiosity peaked along with my rock hard dick. “Not Ant, he is on prep. The other 4 boys are all my poz sons. Which also brings me to another point I want to make, I don’t do committed relationships. If we were to continue I’d care for you and we can have all the sex we want but I don’t see my self settling down again.” He said firmly. I admit that did sting a little inside but I could see where he was coming from. I also have to admit while I’d never thought about any of this but also I never say myself being married and settling. All that got my parents was one dead and the other working her ass off supporting a jackass. So it wasn’t to disappointing in the end. ”I also have a rule that if you ever get in a serious relationship we pause our sexual relationship. We will still be family and I will still care about you deeply but we won’t have sex.” “Also I want to make the most important point right now, under no circumstance does anything we do or don’t do sexually now or in the future have any bearing on your job or employment. As long as you show up and do your job you will always have a place at the shop and be treated fairly!” He said in a tone that showed he was serous and truthful. ”I would never think it would sir, but thank you for saying it.” I said as my hands started to roam his strong chest and arms. “Of course boy. Now you know I am poz and that it would be a risk to have sex with me, I will leave it up to you if you want to continue down this road.” His hands had stopped roaming but one rested on my inner thigh just barely brushing my balls. The other was on the small of my back. My hands were on his shoulders as I looked in his eyes. “If I remember right kisisng and cuddling and general contact isn’t risky right?” He nodded affirmatively. “Oral sex is low risk, right?” Another nod yes. “If I wanted to get on prep before we had full on sex, that’s be ok?” A third nod. “Would it disappoint you if I didn’t become your poz son and wear your tattoo?” I asked a little worried what would happen if I couldn’t go all the way. “Truthfully a little. Not in you or anything you’d do. I am sure you are a firecracker in bed. But I do love to share my gift with my boys. It gives me great joy. But in the end it’s not necessary. I’d even get you in contact with someone from the LGBT center that you could get on it.” He told me honestly. “But we don’t have to decide that part tonight right? I mean as long as we don’t go all the way?” “Right, plus with dinner and you not prepping it wouldn’t be wise to do anal. I imagine you are pretty tight too.” He said his hands roaming again. ”You can say that. I have never had anyone in me before. Heck I never even had a dick in my mouth. Only done kissing and jerking.” I said breaking the bad news of my virginity. “Your a virgin? I knew you weren’t experienced but a virgin? That is hot baby boy!” He said then kissed me deep. When we pulled apart I looked at him again and told him my decision. ”I am willing to go as far as oral sex with you. I not sure about anal or prep or anything like that. I need to look at your research and think about that. Does that work sir?” I said hoping that would be good enough. “That’s perfect and all I could ask for baby boy. We can explore your body and mine tonight and then go from there.” With the serious talk over for now I leaned forward and Buck met me and our lips locked together. He deepened the kiss as his hand moved up and coupled my balls. One of my hands ran over his upper body exploring while the other ran down his chest over his flat stomach and into his crotch. My fingers played with his big bushy pubes and then I moved down and gripped his big thick dick. I was long and heavy. Hard as rock but soft as velvet. His head was large and bulbous on top of his long shaft. I reached further down and felt his heavy balls and rolled them in my hand. He had moved his hand up to start slowly jerking my cock. His other hand had moved to my ass and was playing with my cheek. Slowly moving into my crack till his finger hit my tight hole. It felt weird but good as he played with my hole. He didn’t stick his finger in me but he used it to trace my hole occasionally putting pressure on it without going in. It felt better the more he did it. We continued to make out for what seemed like forever as I took his massive dick in my hand and jerked him as he continue to use his hands on both my hole and cock. He broke our kiss to have me sit up on the edge of the pool. He got in front of me kissed me briefly and then kissed down my neck and chest and belly till he buried his nose in my pubes. Smelling them deep as he played with my balls. He moved his lips to the head of my penis and kissed it. Then kissed down one side of my shaft and up the other. When he got back to the top he opened his mouth and took my cock head into his mouth. He started slowly using his tongue to work my head. It made me moan in pleasure. I’d never been blown before and this felt fantastic. He worked his way down on my dick only stopping when his nose hit my pubes. Then coming back up again. Going faster with each stoke. It wasn’t long before my balls were aching and pulling tight. I warned him I was going to cum but all he did was continue sucking. I couldn’t hold it any longer and blew my load into his warm wet throat. He swallowed every drop He came up and kissed me after he finished swallowing my seed. I could taste my load on his lips as we kissed. But he wasn’t done there, he repositioned me so I was bent over the edge of the tub with my ass poking out. He assured me he wasn’t going to stick himself in me. He stood behind me and slapped his big fat dick head against my hole 3 times. It made a thwap sound each time the head hit my hole. But true to his word he pulled away and lowered himself. He put his tongue to my hole and began to eat it. He used his big hands to pull my cheeks apart so he could get deeper into my hole with his tongue. I couldn’t describe how good it felt. It made me go gaga and made my eyes roll back. He continued to eat my hole and play with my cheeks. My dick, despite just cumming, was half hard from the pleasure. As he continued to eat it I felt his finger brush my hole. He pulled his face back and his finger started to circle my tight virgin hole. He would alternate between his finger and his tongue. That was until my hole opened and his finger slipped in. It hurt a little I won’t lie but it also felt good. He continued to work my hole with his finger and tongue. Pushing deep into my hole as he went. Then I felt a second finger enter my hole. The pain had subsided but return a little with the additional finger. But the pleasure increased as well. He had got his third finger in when he hit a magic button in my hole. My dick went form half hard to harder then it has ever been. He continued to work that button as he started to jerk my now hard dick. He also continued to spit on my hole as he fingered it. The pleasure was almost blinding. All the pain was gone. Hell, all my senses and thoughts besides how good it felt had left me. I could feel my balls start to churn as he work that magic button. I was surprised by the intensity of my climax. I shot more cum than I ever had in my life and the pleasure from the release was like nothing I’d ever felt before. I was so lost in the ecstasy of it all that I didn’t notice Buck turn me around and sat me down in the tub. When my head cleared he was sitting beside but on the ledge of the tub stroking his big fat dick. His cock head was purple and straining. His balls were full and pulling up to him. He asked if he could cum on my chest. I eagerly agreed. He told me to lean my head back and the within seconds he growled deep and his first rope of cum shoot across my pecs. Then a second on my neck. A third in my chest. And so one. He came gallons all over my neck and upper chest. He collapsed sitting in the water next breathing hard. He reached over and put his hand behind my head pulling my face to his and gently kissed me. “How was that baby boy? Did you enjoy your first blow job, rim job, and fingering?” He said with self satisfied grin knowing he’d made me shot the two best loads of my life. “It was good sir. When your fingers were stretching me and hitting my magic button it felt amazing!” “That was your prostate. It’s the nerve endings that are super sensitive and when worked right make you feel that way.” He said with a sly smile. “Well you can do that anytime you want sir! But next time I get to try and suck your dick!” I said making sure he knew I wanted to do that. “I am sure we can arrange that boy.” He answered. He was about to say more when we heard the back door open and close. Ant’s voice floated across the back yard. ”Buck you back in the hot tub? I could use a soak.” He said as he approached us. Buck quickly cleaned his cum off my chest with the water before answering. “Yea me and Jacob are back here. Having a skinny dip.” He replied back casually as if he just hadn’t been eating my hole. “Oh nice! It’s not like both of you haven’t seen my junk anyway.” He laughed as he walked into the pergola. He dropped his sweatpants revealing he wasn’t wearing underwear and pulled his shirt over his head. He slipped off his slides and climbed in. His long uncut brown dick swinging as he moved and climbed in the tub. His balls swaying along with it. He handed a beer bottle to Buck and told me he hadn’t brought me any and that I was too young to drink anyway. That was fine with me I didn’t like the taste of beer. We sat in the hot tub for about 30 more minutes before we’d all had enough. We got out and dried off. I snuck glances at both of them and their big swinging hogs. We all waked naked back to the kitchen where we put on our clothes. Ant offered to walk me home. He hugged Buck goodbye and then stood and watch as Buck took me in a hug and kissed me on the lips. If Ant was surprised he didn’t show it. Ant walked me to my door and made sure I got in before he went back to his house. I went and showered and got ready for bed. I laid in bed in shock that I’d actually got to have sex, well a version of it, with Buck. Even more so that he wanted to go all the way with me. The only thing is I’d have to figure out if I wanted to go on prep or not. I fell asleep wondering how it’d feel to be his poz son. ————————— Here it is, Jacob’s first exposure to the gifting world. Will he or won’t he? That is the question we will find out soon. I know I say it a lot but I really do appreciate all your positive feedback. Thank you so much!! I hope you enjoy this chapter.

Coach Sanders 3 Coach pulled back after that weekend. Just a few missed texts. Short replies. I started wondering what was going on. Thought he’d changed his mind. Then nothing. Just quiet. Weeks went by. I got nervous. Then he texted. School break was coming up. Said it was time. Come Friday. Tell the folks I’d be out all week. I didn’t sleep much the night before. Just lay there, thinking about taking a load. Sure, I knew what I had to do. Pass it on. It’s what I signed up for. But right then, it was all about loads. Coach told me no one else. For now. But he’d gotten in my head. It was nonstop. I couldn’t shut it off. Some of the frat guys picked up on it at school. In the halls, during lectures. They’d look. I kept it cool. But slipped. Looked too long. One of them caught me. He saw it. Didn’t say anything. Just smiled. Like he knew. I kept walking. Pretended I didn’t notice, but I did. Then it was time. I got ready. Got dressed, commando like he told me. I checked the mirror. It’d been a while since he saw me. Coach’d mapped out my meals. I looked solid. Leaner. Mass sitting right where it should. Pecs, arms, thighs, traps. I’d pushed harder. Every lift. Every mile. Always thinking about getting in shape to compete. Even when he went quiet. I headed to his place, heart thumping. Ran up to the door. Tried not to look like I’d been waiting, but I had. Was written all over me. I knocked. Coach stood there. Nothing on. No smile. I stepped inside. He didn’t say much. Tossed me a jockstrap. I caught it. Stink hit hard. Thick. I smiled. It was mine. Fucking missed it. I stripped fast. Pulled it on. Was tight. Familiar. I looked at him. Let him know I was ready to give up everything for him. He stroked my face. Told me he knew. Nodded toward the living room. I followed, pulse loud in my ears. Knew what was coming. Was already hard thinking about it. He gripped my shoulders when we got there. Pushed me down. I saw the dripping scorpion. Moaned. Lapped at it. Tasted every drop. Coach’s hands grabbed the back of my head. I opened up. Felt it in my mouth. On my tongue. Took it all, nose deep in his pubes. Then I thought how it felt in my hole. So I pulled back. Kissed it one last time. Stood. Kissed him rough, hungry. Told him I needed a load in me. Been too long. That’s when I saw Greg walk in. He sat at the edge of the couch. Hit the pipe. I moaned. He just smiled, legs spread. Pouch stretched tight across his cock. Smooth skin, shaved clean. I’d been picturing myself like that since Coach said he was gonna get me ready to compete. Be shaped. Turned into something to be shown. Something to be judged. Greg pulled another hit. Got up, came over to us. Looked at me, then at Coach. Put a hand on my pec. “I spent six years being Coach’s,” he said, eyes still on him. “Thought I was it.” Then he looked at me. “Even after he picked you. Figured you’d wash out. But you didn’t.” Coach nodded. Like it’d been settled. Greg pulled another, then passed it over. I hit it slow, deep. Till it was spent. I wondered if he meant it. So I grabbed Greg’s hand, put it on my pouch. He looked at me. Took a deep breath. Sank down, eyes never leaving mine. I could see it. The want. I felt it too. Had since we met. Coach stepped in behind me, hands on my shoulders. Cock at my hole. “Whatever you need,” Greg said, looking up at me. “I’m here for you.” I didn’t say anything. Just let him stay there. Let him feel what he was doing. Then it hit me. What I needed to do to seal my spot. “If you mean it,” I growled, running my fingers through his hair. “Then prove it.” He nodded. Didn’t hesitate. Just leaned in. Started chewing on the rank pouch, hungry. I kept my hand in his hair. Let him feel my cock, pushing to get out. Still he didn’t rush. Then I felt it! Coach’s cock going in! I moaned. Ignored Greg. Told Coach I needed it. He pushed in more. Told Greg to look at me. To watch what had taken his place. What he’d built for that spot. Coach’s hand slid down my pecs, down my abs. Let my cock out. Greg stared at it. Groaned. Like I said, size wasn’t ever my problem. I groaned. Took control. Knew I needed to. Had to. I grabbed Greg's face. His skin was hot. He licked his lips. Opened wide. Tongue slid under me. I held him there. Let him feel me. Then gave him the signal. Greg nodded. Started to suck. Tongue my shaft. SHIT! My first blow job! I hit the back of his throat. He gagged, slightly, but took it down. I started fucking his mouth. He didn’t move. Didn’t resist. I gripped him harder. Just kept up the thrusts. Then I felt Coach start rammming into me. My thrusts slowed but harder. Fucking incredible! Sucked and fucked at the same time! My hole tightened. Couldn’t help it! I was getting close. Felt my balls tense up. Started shaking. “That’s it, boy. Take his cum!” Coach yelled at Greg, starting to fuck me even harder. Faster. “You fucking earned it!” I couldn’t hold back. My head fell back on Coach’s pecs. Hole filled with his cock. “Goddamn shit!” I groaned, spewing my load in his mouth, down his throat. The 5-day load Coach told me to save up. Could see it spill over. Drip out his mouth. Coach told him not to swallow. “Show me, boy. Show Coach how much poz cum his new musclejock gave you,” he growled. Greg lifted his chin, showed us. Fucking pool of toxic cum sat there in his mouth. I felt Coach stiffen. Felt his shaft throb. I moaned. Knew he was gonna shoot a load. “Fuck yeah, boy. Now swallow!” Coach barked at Greg, blasting into me. “Fucking do it!” Greg obeyed. Eyes on Coach. Then opened wide. Showed he’d taken it all down. Coach nodded. Held me close. Tugged the short pubes on my crotch. Greg watched, tongue out. “Think you’re ready?” he asked me, motioning to Greg. I looked at Greg. His skin slick. No hair. Sweat running off it. Just shine. Like he’d been polished. I moaned. Nodded. “Say it,” he snapped, fingers digging into my nips. “YEAH, COACH!” I yelled. “I’m ready! Want to be smooth for you! For competition!” Coach looked at Greg, “You hear that?” Greg smiled. “Do it. Neck down. Don’t leave a fucking hair on him.” I stood there. Nips raw. Breathing hard, jock half down my thighs. Hole aching. I said it again. Said I wanted to be smooth. Wanted Greg to shave it off. Greg stood. Tossed his jockstrap, eyes on my junk. Slid his fingers under my waistband. Pulled it down slow. Let it drop to the floor. I stood still. He grabbed my balls. Played with them, rough. I moaned. Grabbed his balls, tight. He liked that. His grip shifted, rougher on me. Pulled down on them. I didn’t flinch. Told him harder. He grunted. Grabbed my hand. Led me to the shower. Hosed me down, smeared on the lather. Coach stood back, eyes on Greg. Greg moved, slow. Razor steady on my pecs. I felt every scrape. My nips were exposed. Then felt the blade skim my abs. Coach just stood there. Studied me. Like a sculpture being carved out of a block of marble. Greg kept on. Razor gliding over my ass. My thighs. Over my arms, my pits. Then he dropped. Took my pubes. Then gripped my balls. Pulled down, hard. Skin was tight. I fucking loved it! Razor went over my sac. Felt his breath on my cock. He moved up, across the shaft till it was smooth. Then grabbed my hips. Turned me. Told me to bend over. Started on my taint. Then circled my hole. Shaved it clean. “Fucking perfect,” Greg moaned, grabbing my hips, and ate me out like he was starving. I moaned. Hit the shower floor, hard. He didn’t stop. Didn’t care if he wasn’t supposed to. He was on me, teeth scraping, tongue dragging, breath ragged. His tongue dug in. I gasped. He growled. Knew exactly what I needed. I spread my cheeks for him. “Fuck,” he said, fingering me. “You were made for this.” My hole burned. My legs shook. I couldn’t think. He’d bumped me! I arched. He laughed. Hand slid to spread me open. “You want it,” he said, dragging his cock across my hole. “Say it.” I did. I begged. Greg shoved his cock in my hole like he owned it. No teasing. No buildup. Just full control. I tried to push back. He didn’t let me. Gripped my hips, kept me still. He fucked deep, slow. Then fast. Dragging his cock over every inch inside my hole. I whimpered. My body was on fire. Every nerve lit. His grip tightened. His cock slid deeper. I melted into him. Into being used exactly like this. Greg didn’t let up. Was now on top of me. Arm around my throat, cock slamming into me. Coach walked up, eyes hard. Grabbed my chin. Told me to look at him. Put a bottle of poppers to my nostril. I inhaled. Loosened up. “Look at me, boy. Remember you’re here for,” Coach said, voice low, breath hot. “What you did back there was a one off. You do what I decide. For now, you take cock.” He grabbed my chin, spat in my mouth. “You take loads. Nothing more. Understood?” I did. Groaned it. He smiled, dark. Satisfied. Told Greg to finish up. Then went to the bedroom. Greg didn’t ease up. Bit my neck, sucked hard. Left a mark. I couldn’t take it. I lifted my hips. Tried to stroke my cock. He grunted. Pulled me up, arm still tight around my neck. His other hand slid between my legs, fingers rough, deliberate. I gasped. “You don’t touch it,” he said, growling. “You wait. You earn it.” I nodded. Greg kept on. His body pressed tight on my back. I gave him everything. He pushed deeper, harder. Felt me take him. Then he lost it. Gasped. Stiffened. Rammed into me, shot his load. Mixed it with Coach’s. “That’s it,” he murmured, mouth at my ear. “He’s waiting.” We got up. He stepped behind me. His hands moved slow, steady. Slid over my shaved body. I leaned into him. He traced my ribs, hips, thighs. I shivered. Not from cold. From how exposed I felt. How clean. How easy it was to feel everything. I turned to him, cock hard again. I reached out. Moaned. Was just as smooth as him now. My palms dragged over his pecs, down his abs, around his waist. He was smiling. Moaning under my touch. I gripped his balls, they drew up. I pulled down. Fingers ran over the smooth skin. He grunted. Grabbed my cock. My hips jerked. Pushed my cock into his fist. “Can’t wait to see the look on guys’ faces when they see you shaved,” he said, dropping to his knees. He kept stroking it. Working it. Shit it felt good. Greg kept it up. I was ready to shoot. Warned him. He just growled. Took my cock in his mouth. Reached around. Slid a finger in me. Worked my prostate. I clamped down. Rode his finger, teeth clenched. Till I shot. I sighed. Thought about what Coach’d said. Even after that, I pulled him up. Held on tight. Didn't want to let go. Couldn’t get over the feeling of his shaved skin against mine. Then Greg growled. Said he had to piss. He pulled back. I moaned. Felt it hit me. Felt it flow over my pecs. Down my abs. Over my cock, balls. I grabbed his face. Kissed him. Let loose a load of my hot piss over him. We ground into each other. Hands spread our piss over each other. Fed our piss to each other. Then I dropped. Licked his smooth crotch. Slurped down over his cock. Sucked out the last drops of piss. Then moved to his balls. I took one in. Rolled it over my tongue. Then did the other. “Shit, yeah!” Greg moaned, pulling me up, and kissed me. “Fucking goddamn jockpig.” I just moaned. Then confessed I’d had thought about it since the night we met. Confessed I’d started drinking my own. He laughed. Said I could have all I want, as long as I gave him mine. I nodded. Said we had a deal. Next, Greg turned on the water. We rinsed. Dried off. Jocked up. Coach sat on the bed. Drink in hand. He stood. Looked at Greg. Looked at me. Grabbed my face, hard. Said he knew what happened. Asked why I disobeyed him. Said there were plenty of guys wanting the spot. Knew one that could start that night. I freaked out. Looked down. Said I was sorry. Said I shouldn’t have let it happen. Then Greg cut in. Held my hand. Said it was his fault. Said I just followed his lead. Coach paused. Took a breath. Said alright, he’d let it go. Said next time, Greg would take the hit and be out. Then Coach turned to me. Ran his rough hands over me. I shivered. Goosebumps came up. He took his time. Told me I wasn’t stage ready. Not yet. Had a way to go. But he’d make sure I got there. He circled. Looked at my legs. Said they’d draw eyes. Said I’d be wanted. His eyes climbed. Legs, torso, arms. Said I looked tight. Ass. Said I looked fuckable. I just smiled. Could feel it already. The way guys would stare. The way they’d want. Some would want to touch. Some would just size me up. I’d give them something to look at. Something to chase. Then, when it was time, something they’d beg for. A load of my poz cum. Coach grabbed his keys. Tossed us a gym bag. Nodded toward the hall. “Gym.” We got dressed. Basics. Shirt, shorts, sneakers. Coach drove. Greg rode up front, me behind. Still getting used to how everything felt without hair. The way my shirt clung different. The way my shorts slid easier. No friction. Just skin. Figured we’d be going back to that old gym. But we didn’t. It was my gym. The one Coach had set me up at. But this time it’d be different. I’d be walking in with them. Smooth. Shaved. The usual crew was there. Heads turned. Not just at Coach. Not just at Greg. At me. I felt it. Greg walked beside me, calm. Wired, just like me. Coach led us straight to the locker room. Lights were bright. Mirrors everywhere. Coach gave a look. I peeled off my shirt, shorts. Then hesitated. Wasn’t sure. I looked at him. Saw him give me a nod. I smiled. Dropped the jockstrap. I stood there. Felt the air hit my bare skin. I caught a few looks. Saw one guy touch his cock. No underwear. Just an outline on his shorts. Coach tossed me gear. Tight. White. Nothing to hide the minute I’d sweat. I pulled it on. Fit like a second skin. Greg did the same. We stepped out together. Coach didn’t slow down. Led us to the weights. Greg followed, steady. I kept pace, skin buzzing. From the Tina. From knowing there was no doubt about me now. I was a fucking musclejock. Heads turned fast. Guys paused mid-rep, mid-stretch. Some subtle. Some not. I felt even more exposed. Their eyes dragged over me, more than usual. We hit the floor hard. Coach called the sets. Rows, squats first. Greg grabbed his weights, smooth and focused. I followed, gear clinging tight. Coach paced behind us, adjusted form, added weight. Watched everything. Sweat came fast. Gear soaked through quick, turned sheer in spots. Every rep showed more, till it showed everything. Then it was benches. Coach told Greg to spot me. I slid into position. Back flat. Hands on the bar. Greg stepped up, junk right above me. His gear was soaked through. I could see his hard cock. Could see his balls. The way it all bulged out against his smooth crotch. I hit my reps. Then dropped the bar. Held it. Exhaled hard. Greg didn’t move. Just looked down at me. His hands moved over my arms. I reached for his. Felt the solid muscles. His palms landed hard on my pecs. I flexed. Still focused on his junk. I opened my mouth. Stuck out my tongue. Drop of sweat hit me. I moaned. Swallowed. Then sat up. Greg just laughed. Pulled me up. Put his hand on my shoulders. Everyone could see. There was no hiding it. I was hard, too. “Fuck, Ben,” he moaned, looking down at my cock. “You know what that does to me.” I grabbed his cock. Squeezed. Told him his did the same. Then Coach called core. We moved on. No one rushed us. The guys gave us space. Let us work through. Moved just enough to keep watching between sets, over bottles. Through mirrors. Some tried to play it cool. Some didn’t bother. I saw the looks. We just kept going. Coach finally called it. We headed for the locker room. They watched us go. Their sets slowed. Eyes followed. Greg walked steady in front of me. We passed mirrors. Caught our reflections. Bare skin under wet gear. We peeled it off. Tossed it all in the locker. Then moved toward the showers. A few guys were already there. We stepped in. Heads turned. Greg didn’t slow. Took the far shower. I followed. Took the one next to him. Water ran down my back. I stretched, slow. Let them look. One guy paused mid-rinse. Another shifted closer. It was Sean. Husband of one of the trainers. I caught him checking out my ass. Saw he was hard. His hands moved slower. Shoulder brushed mine. I didn’t move. He didn’t either. We kept on. His arm brushed mine again. Still I didn’t step back. Then he leaned in, growled, “I could bend you over right now and you’d take it.” I turned slightly. Not much. Just enough to show him I’d heard. I rinsed slower. Let my hands drag. Let him watch. His hand slid down my back. Didn’t look at me. Didn’t need to. His touch said enough. I leaned into him, slow. Arched. His finger pressed in. Dug. I let him work my hole. Braced my hands against the tile. He moved behind me. Hands ran over my pecs. Cupped them. I inhaled, filled his palms. He grabbed my hand. Pulled it behind me, on his cock. His mouth brushed my ear, “I can tell. You want it. Raw.” My body said it all. I turned my face towards his. Flicked my tongue against his lips. He crouched. Slid his cock against my hole. Pressed it in, slow. I felt every vein and ridge of it. Braced harder against the wall. Gasped. Water slammed down on us. Behind us, the room had shifted. One guy turned away. Scrubbed his arms like he hadn’t been watching. Another stopped, cock growing in his hand. Third guy backed toward the lockers, eyes wide. Pretended not to look. But he did. They all did. That’s when things got going. We gave them a show. I relaxed. Backed up on him. Moaned loud. My hole ached from it. Then I noticed Jack walk up. Sean’s husband. He whispered in Sean’s ear. “Fuck yeah!” Sean growled, arching his back. Sean slowed his fuck. His body tensed. Took a deep breath. Shuddered. Jack had shoved his cock in. Sean begged for it. And Jack gave it to him. He pulled on Sean’s hips. Buried his cock with each thrust. I could feel it. How rough it was. “You like that, boy?” Jack growled at me. “Shit yeah!” I groaned, begging him to keep it up. “Goddamn fucking need it!” I could hear Jack ram Sean’s ass. Drove Sean’s cock into my hungry hole. Hit it just right. The fucks continued. Jack grunted, signaled he was close. Pushed Sean down. I went down under Sean. Jack pounded Sean. Growled. Said to get ready. Sean started up again. Fucked me with short thrusts. Said he was gonna breed my musclejock hole. Seconds later, he started to shake. Yelled out he was cumming. I couldn’t take it. My hole pulsed. Felt it wrap around Sean’s shaft. Sean tightened up. That did it! Jack’s eyes rolled back. Hips pushed forward. Drove his cock deeper into Sean. Shot his load. We stayed like that. Water still rushing over us. Jack was the first to make a move. Pulled his cock out. Next Sean pulled out. Went to Jack. Grabbed him. Kissed him. Tongues fighting, between bites. I could see the lust. Jack dropped to his knees. Took Sean’s cock in his mouth. Tasted the load mixed with my ass juices. Greg helped me up. Stuck a finger in me. Stuck it in my mouth. I sucked. Tasted the load. Then just stood there, water flowed over my body. Knew no one was gonna look at me the same. Not after showing up, shaved. Not after what just happened. I could tell they saw me different. Not quick glances now. Not casual. These stuck. I let them stare. Let them wonder. Was done hiding what I was. Coach was already waiting by the door. He gave me a look that said he was proud. Approved. He motioned to the sauna. Greg turned off the water. Grabbed a towel, tossed me one. I caught it, wrapped it low. We didn’t speak. Just followed Coach out. The sauna was empty. Wood warm. Steam rising. We stepped in. Coach and Greg sat on one side. Me on the other. I stretched out, skin flushed, breath slow. Then the door opened. One guy, then another stepped in, slow. Some had followed us from the showers. Others were regulars. Familiar. Guys I’d noticed but had never spoken to. Yeah, after all this time, I’d still kept to myself. They paused. Took me in. No nods. Just eyes. Fixed. Focused. Like something had shifted. Like they had permission now. Like Coach had brought me in, and now they could really look. They sat around me. Not close, but close enough. The heat wrapped around us. No one spoke. I felt the way they settled in, like they were waiting. I took a deep breath. Let my towel fall open. Not rushed. Not shy. I wanted them to see what had been done to me. Coach didn’t move. Just watched. One of them dropped his towel. Shifted closer. Kyle. Muscled. My type. His thigh brushed mine. Then his hand reached out. Gripped my pec, fingers spread out. “Damn,” he grunted, not looking at me when he said it. Was looking at Coach. “Fucking sexy. Better.” Coach didn’t blink. Just sat there, calm. Kyle made his move. Hand on my back now. Felt my lats pop under his touch. Slow. Just feeling them. He moved down, over my ass. Down into my crack. I looked over. Saw his cock sticking straight up, hard, cut. Thick. Two fingers worked my hole. I moaned. His eyes stayed on Coach. Like he was checking. Like he wanted to be sure. And Coach didn’t stop him. Just grunted. That was the signal. I lifted my hips. Gave him access. Kyle nodded. Smiled. Felt the fresh load in me. “Shit, yeah. Fucking jockslut,” he grunted, lifting me up, and placed me on the bench. On my knees. Ass up. He played at my hole with his cock. Pressed harder until he finally popped inside. “Shit yeah. All of it.” I moaned, gasping. “Fucking breed me!” Kyle just grunted. Started sliding in and out. I could feel the ridge pull my hole out. Push it in on the way down. I bounced back on it. Needed to feel another cock plow into me. That’s when Coach moved to the upper bench. He sat there, right in front of my face. Slapped his cock on my lips. I caught it. Sucked it. Kyle kept on behind me. He leaned in. Ran his hands over my back. Down over my pecs. Kept hitting my prostate. Made me spasm every time. I moaned. Tightened up. Milked his cock. That did it. He shoved in all the way. “Fucking jockslut, gonna breed that hole!” he yelled out, flooding me with another load. I kept bouncing on his cock, squeezed. Wanted every drop. Finally he pulled out. Looked at Coach “All yours,” Kyle growled. Coach grabbed his cock at the base. I didn’t need to be told. I got up. Faced the room. Then reached back. Guided it in. Pushed down. His cock spread my hole. Fuck it was good to have it back in me! I pulled up. Closed my eyes, slammed down. Coach leaned back. Hooked his hands under my legs. Lifted them. Showed everyone how my hole took his cock. He started bouncing me up and down, harder. Was breathing heavy. Said he was getting close. I tightened up. Begged for his load. He grunted, tensed. Dropped me down, cock all in. Filled my hole with a load of spunk. He kept me like that. Cock in me. Told me to flex. I stretched. Rolled my shoulders back. Arms up. Biceps tight. Lats flared. Sweat catching every ridge. I felt their eyes. Every shift. Every breath. Coach grabbed my triceps. Said harder. I did. Let it show. And none of them looked away. The steam hissed. My breath stayed steady. Muscles tight. Someone swallowed. Loud in the quiet. Coach didn’t move. Just kept his hands on me. Then one of them stood. Walked up to us. Slow. Steady. It was Chuck. He was a year younger than me. One of the regulars. Smooth. Lean. Just a beautiful, natural body. The kind that didn’t need to try. The kind I watched in high school. The kind I first started out to be. He dropped his towel. Stood there. I moaned. Saw his uncut cock still covering the head just like Coach’s. That’s when Coach lifted me off. Dropped me on the floor. Chuck knelt. Waited. I looked at Coach. No reaction. Chuck stared at Coach’s cock. Saw the load, my ass juices on the shaft. Scorpion hidden again. I wondered what he’d do when he saw it. I admit it, kind of got me going. Coach looked at me. Looked at Chuck. Then spread his legs. Nodded. Chuck was on it. Fast. Tongue lapped at the remains. No doubt, I was scared. Scared of losing my spot after all I did to get it. Coach saw it. Just smiled. Winked. Gripped Chuck’s head. Pulled him up before the scorpion could come out. Kissed him. Soft. Not like he did with me. Not like Greg. Then he pulled back. Hand to Chuck’s cheek. A nod. No. Chuck froze, hurt in his face. Coach said something. Chuck looked at me. Nodded, said something back. He moved to me, eyes on my shaved body. “He said you’re here to take cock. Said you want it,” he told me, his cock brushing against my lips. I didn’t move. Just looked him in the eye. Chuck held it there. Breath shallow. Something shifted. His voice cracked, “I want to be looked at like everyone looks at you." I wanted to say something. Wanted to tell him I understood. But his cock was right there. Hard. Loose skin covering it. I leaned in. Didn’t speak. Just looked at it, tongue out. Started to slowly tease it. Savor every drop of precum. His hands gripped my face. Pushed his cock past my lips. He pulled back, pushed in. Firm. I didn’t fight it. After all I was there to take it. His grip tightened. He tilted my head, angled his cock. Then Chuck’s hand slid lower. Grabbed my shoulders. Pushed me back. I pulled him with me. Lay there. Legs spread. He was on top of me. My sweaty thighs wrapped around him. Skin on skin. He didn’t say anything. Just waited. “Fuck me,” I begged. Then his mouth was on mine. Tongue deep. His grip on me tightened. Mine dug into his back. I shifted under him. Showed him I needed it. His mouth moved to my neck. Saw the mark Greg had left. He moaned. Licked it. I felt his cock at my hole. He leaned back just enough to look at me. Eyes dark. Breath heavy. Then shoved it in. “You feel good,” he said, panting. “Better than I imagined.” I rolled my hips once, slow. He groaned. Shifted on top of me. I felt the heat, the tension, the way he held back. Just barely. He fucked me like it was just him and me. Alone. He leaned in. His mouth found mine again. Tongue explored, sure. Hips met mine with more intent. I felt the tension break. He pressed down. I moaned. Chased every push, every kiss, every breath. Could feel he was getting close. I was too. Every time he shoved into me. “Fucking do it, Chuck,” I begged. “Fucking give me your load.” "Fuck yeah. Here it is!” he grunted, pounding hard into me. Same time I came. Shot my load. Shook under him. He stayed on top of me. In me. Like he couldn’t let go. His breath hot. Sweat dripping. Around us the guys were going at it. Grunts. Moans. No one looked. No one stopped. He bore down harder. I didn’t want him to stop. His lips brushed my neck. My hands gripped his back. Slick. Warm. I could hear someone cumming across the room. He shifted. Met my eyes. “I’ve jacked off thinking about this,” he said, his hand sliding over my smooth pecs. Like he was trying to memorize how they felt. “But it was you fucking me.” I smiled. Just enough to let him think it could happen. Not yet. But maybe. For some reason, no one else came near. They kept their distance. Left us there, watched the crowd go at it. I saw Greg. Mouth on one of the regular’s cock. Sam. Big guy, thick hairy chest. Greg’s hands slid up his pecs. Gripped his nips. Sam groaned, shot. Didn’t bother with Greg after that. Just got up, toweled up, left. Greg didn't care, just swallowed the load. Concentrated on the cock now fucking him. Never had seen this guy before. Older. Older than Coach. Just a regular normal guy. He gripped Greg’s shoulders. Fingers tight. Wedding ring obvious. He slammed into Greg. I watched how Greg was into it, breath tight. Coach had told me that Greg’d been trained to take all cocks. To want all cocks. Had told me I’d be trained too. Till I’d be going out hunting for it. I sighed. Knew it had started. At school. Cocks always on my mind. It wouldn’t be long till I would. Just had to wait till Coach said I could. Then I saw it. Older guy froze. Flooded Greg’s hole. He pulled out quick, toweled up. Left. Greg saw me, smiled. Moved over next to Coach. After a bit more, guys started leaving. They’d all gotten off. Then it was just us. Chuck and me. Coach and Greg watching. Chuck finally pulled out. Leaned in. Kissed me, quick. Glanced at Coach. Gave a nod. No words. Then walked out, easy. Like he knew this wasn’t over. The three of us then cooled down. Stretched. Dressed. At the lockers, I saw it. Chuck’s number, tucked in my shoe. Coach took it, read it, chuckled. “He’s Pete’s. Once he’s done. Been decided,” he said, looking at me, and handed me the number. “You’re gonna help.” I nodded. Knew what that meant. Chuck was the one Coach had said was ready to start tonight.

I visited Steamer Quay Sauna in Torquay, UK on Thursday for "Exposed", not surprisingly a naked day. I was greeted by the owner who was very welcoming and I mentioned it was a first visit so he asked a colleague to show me round. He was hot but wasn't sure of the protocol for playing with staff so just played it cool. The building is on 4 floors and you enter on the top floor. (The building is built on the side of a hill) The ground floor is a cafe and a locker room. You go down through the building to small video rooms, enclosed play spaces, open bed spaces, dutch ovens, and then down again for the steam room and sauna. On the lowest floor is a sizeable jacuzzi and next to it a well equipped dungeon. After my tour I stripped and explored. I made out with a couple of guys, before coming across a hot guy who i quickly got to know well. He took me to a private room where things hotted up and i was being fucked in all positions possible. We then swapped positions and he took me in his very tight hole. After some time we parted and agreed to meet again later. I cruised around and found a really hot guy that i had spotted earlier. He was in no mood to make out but pushed me to my knees and put me to work on his sizeable cock, forcing it down my throat and making me gag. He then spun me round and with just throat slime as lube, pushed straight in. The initial pain took a while to subside but there wasn't much option but to accept my fate. He drilled me relentlessly for probably 10 mins before his change in tempo indicated that the deed had been done. He withdrew and walked off... I decided to take a break and visited the cafe and guess who sat next to me but the guy who showed me round. Within minutes my first fuck joined us and suggested a 3sum. Who was I to refuse. This time is would be on an open bed for all to see. We initially made out but quickly i had both holes stuffed and another guy sucking me off, with a fourth sucking my toes. A crowd gathered and at one point I was being worked on by 5 guys with cocks, mouths and hands. I was in heaven. This went on for sometine with guys changing positions. I lost count! Eventually the two guys took me to the jaccuzzi for further making out and then to the dungeon for some time in the sling. Wow, what an experience. I never imagined i would get this amount of attention. Sadly i was only visiting the area, but next time i am in Torquay, a visit here is a must. Try it, it is worth every penny.

Okay I feel like I made this update a bit soon so there will probably be a wait before we get the final chapter 5 if you guys like where this is headed that is lol. Part 4: The Bear Continued A couple hours passed and our sleeping beauty has been such a good busy boy. His hole was beyond gaped, there were used rubber found from the trash cans fucked into his hole. Guys were trying to dp the boy. I waited my turn in line to get another round of him and damn this hole was well used. I reached into the hole to slap his face to see if he showed signs of waking but looks like he was out hard. Perfect. I put a ball gag over his mouth just incase and raped a second load into him. I noticed my big dicked highly viral friend was next and just had to watch the show. The boys hole was plenty lose and destroyed but still my budy said it was squeezing him and sucking him in. I encouraged the onslaught taking videos the whole time. "Fuck give that ass up boi! Uhggggg" He shot what had to have been a massive load, it's not often a bottom can take his kind of brutal breeding. He pulled out and ibwas able to capture a stream of cum pouring from the boys hole. Just then I got a text from his husband saying he was here. I couldn't believe he actually came. "Meet me at the bar, I'll by you a drink" I wanted all of his inhibitions gone, don't want to risk him recognizing the hole for tonight's events. I went up and saw him. He was watching the screen as his husband's hole was getting raped. I didnt even bother putting away my dick, it was still semi hard from the ring and glistening with the loads from the hole I just fucked. "Hey glad you could make it, how do you like the live feed of tonight's slut hole?" "Haha glad I came, I was honestly debating on not showing but I haven't heard from the husband so I figured why not" I noticed he was trying not to look at my dick. "Well im glad you did, your gonna love this hole, but we have time lets get you a drink, what ever you want on me" I asked the bartender to get my buddy here a "Special" drink. He ordered his cocktail not knowing he was also getting a dose of G. He downed it fast. "Wow your either excited or nervous lets get you another one" "Yeah a mix of both, never done anything like this, I didnt even know this kind of bar existed I mean looks like your enjoying yourself" The bartender made him a second "special" cocktail. He sat and drank this one a little slower watching the screen again. I sat next to him and told him how good this boys hole felt, I could see him rubbing his hardening bulge. He asked how long hes been down there like that and told him just a couple hours now. I told him if he wanted he could jerk himself while he finished his drink. But he said he didnt want to waste his load on his hand and looked at me. "Well maybe you could help our bartender here, hes been busy making drinks and hasn't gotten to play yet." "What does he want to get fucked right here?" "Oh no hes all top man maybe you can kerk one out of him tho? A little thank you for his services" The G was doing its job well and after some contemplation he agreed. The bartender walked out from behind the bar dick already out leaking precum and sat on his other side. He took it firmly in his hand and started jacking him watching the screen. I told him how hot it was watching them and convinced him to get undressed. They were really getting into it, my buddy tho can get a bit aggressive and it started to show as he pulled him up and bent him over the counter, he instantly freaked telling him hes a top and doesn't get fucked. My buddy was trying to calm him down and let him know he just wanted to feel an ass and would still just jerk off. He kept rubbing across his hole lubing him up with precum making his ass slick. "This feels amazing man, you know you have a nice ass" He didnt really respond he seemed nervous but clearly aroused from the moans. My buddy said he was getting close and kept brushing his tip across the guys hole. "Fuuuckkkk here it comes, I edged for too long " He pushed forward just barely penetrating him as he started to shoot spurt after spurt of his load, the first two spurts shooting decently far into his hole before the guy moved forward making the rest shoot across his back and ass. It was fucking hot. I was wondering if I could get into that hole tonight. "Damn thanks man I needed that, here let me get you a drink on me" He made him a special jack and coke G special. Which he gladly accepted. I walked behind him, letting him know that he was covered in cum. I asked for a rag and offered to wipe him down, which he accepted. I got behind him and couldn't help but get rock hard. As I wiped his back I could feel my tip rub the insides of his Crack and it felt amazing, I told him to bend over so I could get it all. When he did I could see some of my buddy's load leaking out, fuck that was hot I couldn't wipe that away. "There we go all done, how about you finish that drink and we head down and join the fun?" He agreed and went headed down. I caught a devilish grin from my buddy as we went down. As we got down there there was alot of chanting about breeding the bitch, and how his hole will never be the same. I could tell it was turning this guy on. He was eyeballing all of the equipment down here tho he could barely see. We made our way to the maze area. He was jerking it the entire time waiting his turn. We were finally up next and he couldn't hold his excitement anymore. The second the guy ahead of us breed the boy he dove in and was ravenous on his hole. He was fucking him like he was sex starved. It was so hot to watch i couldn't help but pull out my phone and record the onslaught. He slammed in and breed him deep but wasnt done he started fucking again this time slower enjoying the feeling. I just couldn't help but notice the load leaking out of him. I had to feel it I started poking at his hole sliding my tip in bit by bit. He felt like a virgin hole. But my buddys lube was the lube we used. He ended up fucking himself onto me deep. He was moaning hard this G was clearly doing its job. So I started slamming into him deep forcing him to take it rough until I breed him deep fucking my buddys load deeper into him. Im sure hes upstairs watching and already touching himself again. "Sorry man I couldn't help myself you just looked so hot." "Its fine fuck i need to sit down" I told him thats only natural with the fuck he just had. So I walked him towards the stairs the main entry way to the dungeon was for the most part empty now so I told him to just have a seat on the bench to rest. As he sat there i massaged his shoulders and he just moaned in pleasure. I told him to lay down and I'll give him a massage as a thank you for using his hole. I can't believe he actually did. I got ontop of him, rubbing my dick in his Crack brushing across his hole lubing myself up with the loads hes leaking. It didnt take long before I heard snoring. Fuck yes it's on now. I slid into him with ease and started long dicking him working my load as deep as I could. Almost like he could sense it my buddy came down, and with a hood thank God! I told him we have a second sleeping beauty here and started fucking his hole as hard as I could to show he was completely out. But fuck it was too much and I ended up breeding him again. "Damn his hole is practically virgin, won't be for long tho." I asked my buddy to put the hood on him and help me get him strapped into the fuck bench. My buddy gladly helped with this. Once he was nice and restrained with a hood on hiding the fact that he was passed out my buddy wanted his turn in his hole. "Oh im gonna make sure he feels this in the morning, he should of just let me breed him at the bar." I thought i was raping his hole my buddy was really raping his hole. He was trying to fuck him thru the bench. There was a small crowd starting to form by us as well. "Fuck yes gonna poz this hole up deep. You stupid fucking bitch" He let out some primal grunts and shoved in so deep it thought he was going to break the bench. When he pulled out there was so much cum flowing from his hole, which was clearly damaged because there was alot of pink, you could see it even in the red light. He got off of him and emidiatly one of the guys took his place and started raping his hole. They're both going to wake up pregnant. Me and my buddy went back upstairs to watch from the monitors fuck tonight couldn't get any better. I couldn't help but wish they would wake up and beg to be freed. I want them to know they're both nothing but little poz sluts for my and any other man's load. I want them to fully submit and feel every inch of my dick as I breed them up again. Im sure my buddy will have no problem helping me with that before we let them go in the morning. I sat with my buddy and he made us a drink while we watched the onslaught on their holes. End of part 4 Hope you all like it, stay kinky 😈

Were back with a third perspective, hopefully you all like it haha Part 3 The Bear A few months passed since I had that Boi gang raped. I couldn't stop watching the videos of his safe married hole being violated. I wondered if the gift took, if i successfully currupted him. I just wanted to use that hole again. Horny I hopped on sniffies, looking for a hole to slut, when I saw his profile again. Im in luck I thought. So I shot him a message. "Hey boi, it's been a while how are you holding up?" "Im sorry who are you?" Nice he doesn't recognize me, I can use that. "Oh I was the guy who helped you and your husband bring your fantasy to life." "Your the one who did that to me? Thats so fucked up. It took a month before I was able to bottom again not to mention the scare of taking so many anon loads! I can't believe you did that to me" Oh hes madder than I thought, but I'll be dammed if he thinks im not gonna get into that hole again. "Im so sorry boi, your husband told me thats what you both wanted, he said you would be there and that you wanted to try being a cumdump. If id had known I would of never done it. " "Really!? He told you that? I can't believe him. He told me he had no idea that was going to happen." "Yeah im sorry boi, thats the only reason I even knew you were there. We met at a bar and he told me what you guys were planning, that he would love for me to get there first and open you up. He even made a post with the pictures he told me to send him so you could get even more loads." "That mother fucker . . ." "Hey don't be to hard on him, it was fucked up what he did but you two were trying to try new things right? Can I make it up to you? Id love to take you out for a few drinks as an apology." "You know what, yeah id love that fuck him" I can't believe how easily he bought all that, now to start the real plan. Getting his ass breed repeatedly and making sure the gift takes. I told him to meet me at my favorite bar tonight, a seedy little spot people only go to get fucked up and fucked. I reached out to some top buddies that I have a hole for us to share and to be there. I also reached out to my buddy who's the bartender/owner there. Let him know I have a boy coming tonight that will need the G special and all night access to the dungeon. He excitedly agreed to have everything ready. Well it was time to meet him at the bar, I grabbed my supplies, my tightest leather cockring, a vial of my potent special "lube" and a couple specially prepared condoms and headed out. When I got there things were in full swing I saw signs for a special event. "Conversion party". Hell yeah my buddy really knew how to draw in a crowd. I saw a few guys that I knew and told them what I had planned, I also asked them that they put on a show in the dungeon to get him in the mood later tonight, and that id let them breed him as a reward. They were all for it. About an hour later i was sitting at the bar drinking a beer and noticed our boy of the evening walked in. He looked extremely nervous and even more fuckable. Wearing a tank top and gym shorts. I waved him over and he sat right next to me. I told him how happy I am to see him and gave him a hug, winking at the bartender as I did. I told hik his drinks were on me and he ordered a long Island, unknowingly with a shot of G. We sat and just chatted for a while, he finished his drink and ordered a new one. He was really starting to open up now, so I moved the conversation to the cruising spot situation asking how he felt about it. He told me how he wasnt expecting to do any of that, that it hurt but the poppers helped. He admitted that he looked back on it and found it hot. He just finished his second drink and said he needed to use the bathroom. So I told him id show him where it's at. We headed to the bathroom and it was clear he was pretty wasted now I helped keep him steady by putting my arm around him giving his ass a good squeeze which made him let out a moan. When we got to the bathroom we could hear someone fucking in a stall and I could tell he was curious. He walked to the far end urinal and dropped his shorts a bit so i could see half of his ass he was clearly wearing a jock strap, I went to the stall right next to him and undid my button and zipper pulling out my semi erect dick already strapped with my cock ring. We releaved our selves and I caught him staring at me. So I gave it a good shake bringing him to life getting harder. I saw his eyes getting huge, so I told him he could touch it if he wanted. He wasted no time grabbing it giving it a few strokes making me drip some precum. I slid my hand down his pants feeling his hole which made him let out a moan. I pushed his shorts down and they fell to his ankles. I told him he could give it a taste if he wanted he hesitated but after a little more probing at his hole he gave in and bent over. He quickly got to work sucking me while I fingered his hole, he didn't even notice that the guy in the stall behind him had finished up his buisness and was now watching me finger his hole, he got behind the boy and started jacking off hard. I grabbed the back of the bois head and kept forcing him deeper. Our spectator wasnt going to last long I could tell he was about to cum so I motioned him closer to the boys hole, grabbed his dick and lubed him with his own precum. With one hand I jammed the boys head balls deep I could feel his nose in my pubes. Woth my other hand I aimed the strangers dick at his hole and when I felt him tense up I pulled him into the bois hole, the second his tip touched his hole he instantly started shooting spurt after spurt directly on and in his hole. He kept pushing in but the boi snapped out of it and started to push him off. He managed to get himself off my dick and said "you gotta use a condom if you want to fuck." He didnt even realized he already took the load, the guy shrugged and walked away leaving me his load to finger in. Another guy came in but this time he noticed and stood up pulling up his shorts. He let out a laugh and told me he had no idea why he did that. I winked and told him he should see the rest of the bar. He was pretty excited about that asking what else there was. I told him it was a surprise. We headed back to the bar and I told my buddy we were gonna check out the basement dungeon. He gave me a smirk and handed me a coke for the boi. Which he downed no problem. We headed down and we could hear moaning. When we went inside there was just 1 dim red light barely giving you enough light to see, as we walked around he he saw a guy on a fuck bench and another on a swing. Both guys were getting fucked hard. He was clearly mesmerized and horny watching. I asked him if he saw anything he wanted to try. He told me he was interested in the bench but there's no way he wanted to be in the middle of the room like that. I told him there was just the thing for him. I led him to the back where there was a small maze like structure. Once we were back there you could hardly see. He was telling me how turned on he was that he didnt know there was a place like this. It was clear the G was kicking in because his speech was starting to slur. He asked if there was a spot he could lay down for a bit and I motioned him to crawl face down on this reverse gloryhole. The board was just long enough for him to lay his upper body down which slid thru a hole so all that was visible was his ass. I asked him if he was comfortable and he said yeah, that he was just gonna lay there for a second. He was out the G did its job now the fun can really start. So I stripped him of his shorts and slid them thru the hole then I strapped his ankles into the locks at the base and cuffed his hands under the board. So even if he woke up there's nowhere he could go. Then I slid into his hole with ease. He had no fight in him what so ever. I really started to rape his hole hard and loud, drawing in a crowd. Which just turned me on more I started shouting that im about to poz this hole up. That hes such a slut. There was a guy next to me jacking it hard, saying he was about to cum, so i pulled out and let him cum on my dick and his hole and fucked it all in. This sent me over the edge and I bred him deep. Then I pulled out my phone turned on the flash and recorded as I pulled out of his well used hole making sure to capture the cum running out of him. Then watched as the next guy lined up and started raping his hole. I was spent and went to head back up to get another drink and I noticed the dungeon was packed. He had twice the crowd of his first gang rape. There's no way hes leaving here neg. When I got back up the bar was pretty empty now I guess they were all on the dungeon, the barkeep put the cameras on the TV screens so anyone sitting at the bar could see the rape on his hole taking place. In just a short amount of time he was bred by at least 5 different guys. I decided there was one more thing I had to do, message his husband. So I shot him a text. "Hey just checking in on you, I feel bad about what I did to you guys but you seemed to really like fucking a well used hole. So I have a hole here that wanted to get slutted out come on over hes taking it all night. Wear a mask if you do tho it's being filmed" Then I sent the address and the video I took breeding him. I told him to just ask the bartender where the bottom is. I had another drink to recover and watched the action unfold. Its going to be a good night. i thought and headed back down to work that hole some more. End of part 3. Let me know if your still interested and if I should make a part 4. Wasn't quite sure how to end this one haha

Part 4 I stood and watched as Sean finished breeding Ryan, conscious of the fact that I was so turned on I had just cum in my pants - something that had only happened to me once before. I was also feeling even more feverish now and almost fell forward . Aidan caught me in time and laid me on the bed and as he did so I was conscious that his big hairy cock was still as hard as a rock and was pointing straight at me. Ryan bent over me and kissed me. "I love you babe!" he whispered and added "Always!" That was all I needed to hear . I had not lost Ryan and that was all that mattered to me. I relaxed a bit and lay back on the bed as Ryan and Sean pulled my trousers, pants and socks off and then pulled my legs apart. Aidan stood in front of me for a moment and then grinned as he moved forward. Ryan and Sean were still holding my legs apart and a few seconds later I felt the familiar sensation of Aidan's cock pushing against my arse. I was sweating heavily now and I felt feverish and hot, but in that moment I wanted nothing more than to be penetrated by Aidan's big, thick, poz cock and to be fucked and bred with Ryan watching. Aidan fucked me as Ryan and Sean encouraged him to give it to me hard and to cum up my unprotected arse. I don't think I had ever felt like this before and I can't even describe the feeling as Aidan pumped his dirty load up my arse and then changed places with Sean, who was now fully hard again. Sean fucked me and bred me and then, to my surprise, Ryan and Sean swapped places. Ryan had never been very keen on topping, but how his cock was rock hard as he bent over me and guided his cock to my arsehole. "I need to fuck you, babe," he whispered, "I need to give you my load." I can honestly say that this fuck was one of the horniest I have ever had - Ryan fucked me really hard and I could see from the light in his eyes how much he was enjoying it as he fucked me harder and harder. I could tell he was getting close and I took hold of my cock and began to play with myself and I shot a huge load all over myself as Ryan shot his load right up me. The knowledge that Ryan was probably now shooting a poz load up my arse turned me on more than anything else and it seemed like I was never going to stop cumming. I don't remember much about what happened next. I slept for about 48 hours and when I woke up I was freshly showered and Ryan was sitting on the end of the bed. He leaned forward and kissed me gently as he told me that everything would be alright and he would look after me. After that I drifted back to sleep. I remember the doctor visiting me and deciding that I didn't need to go to hospital and that Ryan could nurse me at home. It was a couple of weeks before I felt better and on the Friday evening, much to Ryan's delight, I got a hard on that just wouldn't go down. Ryan grinned and took hold of my cock and then bent over and took it in his mouth. He sucked my cock gently until I couldn't help shooting a big load of cum into his mouth and then I fell asleep again. I recovered quite a bit over the next week or so and one night, after sucking my cock for a while, Ryan climbed on top of me and rode my cock until I shot my load up his arse. I knew we would have to talk, but neither Ryan or I was in a hurry to do that - we would both know when the time was right. In the meantime, we had both been tested and, perhaps not surprisingly, both of us had turned out to be HIV positive. About a week later, I was up and about again and Ryan and I began to talk. I told him everything I had done, and I could see him getting more and more turned on as I described being double penetrated by Aidan and Sean. Ryan told me that he had first let Aidan fuck him two days after Aidan and his partner moved in. He told me that he had been getting more and more turned on by the thought of getting pozzed, and confessed that he had been even more turned on by the thought of me getting pozzed. He had confided this to Aidan one afternoon when I was at work and Aidan had invited Ryan over for a drink. A short time later, Ryan's pants and trousers were down and he was cheating on me for the first time, as Aidan fucked him bareback and loaded up his arse. Ryan told me this was the first time he had deliberately taken a poz load up his arse. Ryan told me that he had been getting more and more turned on while doing his voluntary work at the sexual health clinic, especially by some of the poz guys who attended and had been fantasising about some of them pulling his pants down and fucking him right there in the clinic. When Aidan had come on to him he hadn't been able to resist. Since then, he had done it with quite a few guys, most of them poz and all of them without a condom. Apparently the conference for sexual health workers had also turned into a bareback fuck fest when one of the guys hosted a party in his room and before long everyone's pants came down. Guys who normally practised safe sex and whose role it was to promote safe practices, spent the night going up each other indiscriminately, no condoms were used and, though most of them had partners, pretty much everyone took several loads up them, including Ryan! Aidan was now fucking Ryan regularly and between them they decided to see if Aidan could get me to cheat on Ryan and to take his dirty load. You know what happened next! Our relationship was now stronger than ever and we were enjoying ourselves in ways I would never have thought possible. One evening I picked Ryan up from the sexual health clinic and he asked if we could give a lift to one of the other volunteers. Of course I said yes, and when Ryan came out to the car, he was accompanied by a tall, handsome black guy he introduced as Kofi. I was really attracted to Kofi and later that night I confessed this to Ryan. He grinned and told me that Kofi was originally from Ghana and was HIV positive and unmedicated. I was even more turned on now and when Ryan and I fucked that night he asked me if I wanted him to set something up with Kofi. I nodded and Ryan said "Leave it with me!" as I fired a big load of cum up him. Two weeks later, Kofi came round for dinner and a little later in the evening, we were all in the bedroom and Ryan said he had arranged a treat for me and told me to sit on the chair and watch for a while. I sat down watched as Kofi pulled Ryan towards him and began to kiss him. A few minutes later, I watched Ryan unzip Kofi's trousers and pull them down along with his pants. I don't think I had ever seen a cock as big as Kofi's and I was really turned on as I watched Ryan suck it until Kofi turned round and bent over, pushing his arse into Ryan's face. I had my cock out now and was wanking as I watched Ryan licking Kofi's arse and then bending over and taking Kofi's huge cock up his slim arse. Kofi asked me if I was enjoying watching him fuck my husband and asked me if I wanted him to shoot an unmedicated load up him. I was so turned on now as I told Kofi to go for it and breed my husband right in front of me. A few minutes later, he threw his head back and thrust hard up Ryan's arse, pumping him full of unmedicated poz cum. I don't think I had ever been so turned on! A short time later, it was my turn to bend over the bed as Kofi pushed his big thick cock right up me, fucked me and pumped his special load into me. Then Kofi bent over the bed and I pulled his cheeks apart and licked him out before pushing my cock up his (very tight) hole and and giving him exactly what he had given me. It was all incredibly horny! Ryan and I were now telling each other our fantasies and I had told him that one of mine was to kneel up on the bed blindfold and have a couple of guys just walk in and use me, without me even seeing them, and one Saturday morning on my birthday weekend, Ryan told me to get ready as he had invited a couple of random guys over to fuck and load me. I was really turned on as I showered and got myself ready and a short time later, Ryan told me he was going downstairs and showed me a blindfold which he tied round my eyes. I honestly couldn't see anything and as I knelt on the bed waiting, I felt a bit nervous. To take my mind off my nerves, I played with my cock which was already rock hard and a few minutes later I heard someone coming up the stairs and coming into the bedroom. I could tell there were two people in the room although I couldn't see anyone. Nothing happened for a moment and then I heard the sound of a belt buckle and what sounded like someone pulling their pants and trousers down. I felt a hand on my arse and one of them said "Nice!" A few seconds later I felt someone kneeling behind me and pulling my arse cheeks apart and then I felt a tongue on my hole. The fact that I had no idea who it was or what they looked like was even more of a turn on than I thought it would be and when he fingered some lube into my arse and pushed his cock against my hole, it was all I could do to stop myself shooting my load then and there. The guy pushed right up me and began to fuck as I head the other guy's pants and trousers coming down and then I felt his cock pushing towards my mouth and I began to suck him. I wondered where Ryan was as the two guys spit roasted me. I was fairly sure he wasn't in the room and the fact that he had left me alone with two total strangers turned me on even more. The first guy was getting close now and before long I was taking a load up my arse. When he finished cumming in me, the first guy pulled out and they changed places. Until quite recently, I would never have thought of sucking a cock that had just been up my arse, but now I didn't hesitate and took it into my mouth and sucked on it as the second guy fucked and bred me. A few minutes later the two guys had gone and Ryan had returned. He told me to keep the blindfold on as he wanted to fuck me too and a short time later he added his load to the other two. I genuinely had no idea who the two guys were, but I had a feeling there was something familiar about one of them, but I couldn't quite think what it was. A week or so later, I fucked Aaron at work again. I had planned to make an excuse not to fuck with him again now that I knew I was HIV positive, but when he came on to me one night we ended up in a quiet part of the building with him sucking my cock. Then I thought I would just let him suck me until I came, but after a while Aaron stood up, pulled his pants down, turned around and backed onto my cock. A short time later he took my load up him. We also went down to London for a weekend to celebrate Ryan's birthday and had the best time ever. As well as seeing London, we fucked with as many guys as we could over the long weekend. We had a threesome with one of the guys on the reception desk in our hotel, hooked up with another gay couple who were staying in the same hotel one evening and Ryan and I took their loads before swapping places - it was a real turn on to watch Ryan fucking a guy next to me and it was not long before I shot my load up the hairy arse of the older of the two guys. We also visited a couple of raunchy clubs where Ryan took multiple loads and I spent quite a bit of time with my arse pressed up against the gloryhole, taking random loads up my arse (another of my fantasies!) Life just seemed to keep getting better and better. We were also still regularly fucking with Aidan and a group of his friends, and, as far as I knew, his partner still had no idea. The following summer, Aidan's partner accepted a job that would take them to Paris for a year and they decided to rent out their house. It was all arranged quite quickly and Aidan told me they had found tenants through friends of friends, adding with a grin that he thought we would get on with them very well. The new tenants were a young gay couple in their mid 20s, Alex and Jake, who had just got married. We got on very well with them and invited them over for dinner a couple of times. Alex was the more outgoing - he was blond with floppy hair and really friendly manner. I also couldn't help noticing he had a really fit arse, which really filled out his jeans. Jake was quieter, and was of mixed heritage, a really good looking guy with dark curly hair and was a year or so older than Alex. They had met at university, had been together for four years and had got married a few months before they moved in. One night they invited us for dinner and we were talking about relationships and after a while Alex confided that he and Jake had only ever been with each other. "That's really nice! I said as I poured them both another drink. Just then, my eyes met Ryan's and I knew he was thinking exactly the same as I was.

Think the most public was when I was in my twink days, chatting online with a sex shop manager, who invited me down to try out some rubber shorts and harnesses. The shop was the type you had to be buzzed in, blacked out windows. One thing led to another and I ended up being fucked by the manager. Just after he loaded me, the buzzer went so he pulled his trousers up and buzzed the customer in. I was about to get clean myself up and get changed when he went "do you want to use my boy?" to the customer who had come in. Long and short, I went home afterwards with a free harness, pair of rubber shorts, and two loads in my arse. Ended up "shopping" there a few more times after that, great sales technique!

Part III. Sam laid back as my boy eased his cock into Sam’s sloppy asshole. I wrapped my hand around my boy’s cock and helped him slide it into Sam. ‘Oh, fuck yeah! Fuck me! Breed me!’ My boy smothered his face with kisses, but Sam kept moaning. He pulled off and gestured for me to climb onto the mattress. I lowered my dripping cock into Sam’s mouth as my boy tongued my ass. Sam was in heaven as my boy worked more and more raw cock into his ass. This boy had a few loads inside of him already, but he still hadn’t taken a cock balls deep yet. He shuddered as my boy bottomed out inside of him. My boy held his hips still to let Sam adjust to the length and thickness of his tool. Sam surprised us by starting to work his ass up and down that cock as his mouth moaned with pleasure around my cock. I had to pull off to keep from cumming. The first stranger, the hairy one, took my place and stuck his cock into Sam’s mouth. The other two guys, the older POZ one and the muscle twink, stood on the narrow mattress and held Sam’s feet spread wide apart. My boy started pistoning in and out of Sam’s ass and clenched his cheeks as he fired off his cum deep into the boy’s guts. My boy pulled out and I knelt down to finger and eat Sam’s ass. Sam pulled his mouth off of the hairy guy’s cock and exclaimed, ‘Wow! My first cock! And my first load of cum up my ass!’ My boy chuckled, ‘Maybe your first deep-dicking, but you’ve had all of our cum inside you already!’ Sam looked a bit confused, perhaps naïvely, but that didn’t stop me from lapping at his used hole. I stood up and aimed my dick into Sam’s sloppy cummy ass. He smiled as I sank all the way into him. The hairy guy squatted above Sam’s straining cock and the POZ older guy helped him steer it inside his ass. Our little Sammy was barefucking a stranger while taking my cock. My boy stood by, playing with his limp cock, but the older guy and the muscle twink were totally hard. They jerked their cocks as I plowed into Sam, making him whimper. I felt him start to fire his load off into the hairy guy. Sam’s ass contracted and quivered on my cock, sending me into orbit. I pulled out most of the way as I started to cum. Just then, volleys of POZ cum from the older man shot onto my cock, and mingled with a fresh load from the twink. With two loads on my already-sloppy cock, I jabbed back into Sam, filling his cunt to overflowing. When I pulled out, streams of seed gushed out of Sam’s ass. The older man leaned forward and smeared the leaking cum onto his hand and brought it to Sam’s mouth. He swallowed it all down. Sam laid there, leaking, and covered with, cum. He had at least nine loads in and on him. Sam grinned from ear to ear. ‘Thanks, guys. That was amazing…’ The three strangers ambled out of our tiny room and back into the darkness of the bathhouse. My boy looked sort of guilty. I felt kind of conflicted. This boy did want cum, and he never asked us to stop, but he didn’t know enough to ask his partners about their status… or maybe it didn’t bother him. I didn’t know. What I did know, was that this boy was going to be addicted to raw cock and cum his entire life. We had given Sam my boy’s number and had exchanged texts, but we didn’t hear from him again. We sent a few messages but never got a reply. A week or so later, my boy and I were wrapping up our vacation. We decided to go back to that fancy cocktail bar where we had met Sam. He wasn’t there. We asked after him, and they told us that he had quit. We wondered what happened to him. My boy suggested we wrap up our holiday with a trip back to the bathhouse for some raunchy fun, maybe swap cum with a few sexy strangers. We got there, got a room, and split up to play separately, agreeing to bring anyone interesting back to the room to share later. After a few minutes of wandering around, I stumbled upon a boy tied to a fuck bench. He was tied down with his ass up in the air, a beautiful bubble butt, covered in blond peach fuzz, and leaking seed. I swiped a finger inside and heard him moan. He lifted his head up as far as he could, more out of reflex than to see what was toying with his ass. Of course, it was Sam. The little cumslut must have been taking loads all day. I don’t think he recognized me. I leaned forward as I eased my cock into him. He moaned in ecstasy. I pressed my chest to his sweaty back and whispered into his ear as I pumped his hole, ‘You been taking loads long, boy?’ He groaned back, ‘All day…’ ‘When did you start? You been a cumslut long?,’ I asked. ‘Naw man. Just a few weeks. Some really sexy guys showed me just how great taking loads can be!’ I knew he was grateful, and I rewarded him with a fresh load. My cock slid out, covered with seed. I walked around to the other side of the fuck bench and fed him my cock to clean off. He looked up at me, with blissful glazed eyes. He winked, but I’m not sure he even recognized me. He clenched his eyes shut as the next stranger began using his hole. I stepped back to go hunt for my boy. I wanted him to see what we had done to this guy. I didn’t have to look far. My boy was plowing Sam, not even knowing who he was about to breed. I smiled at him, and pointed down, mouthing his name, ‘Sam…’ My boy just nodded before adding his load to the cum-soaked hole beneath him. The End.

Part II. ‘Wait… I just wanted to play with you two,’ Sam said, seeming more excited than scared. My boy stroked his hair as he ran his fingers through the fresh cum on Sam’s chest, ‘You came here for cum, right? You’ll get cum… As much as you can handle… Maybe more… Maybe something extra…’ Sam just nodded. ‘Lean back,’ my boy ordered, ‘Play with your hole.’ Sam’s eyes glazed over as he leaned against the wall, exposing his hole. I had loosened it up when I ate him before blowing my load, so Sam’s fingers didn’t meet much resistance as his worked a digit in to the first knuckle. My boy grabbed Sam’s wrist and brought it to his chest, smearing my cum onto his fingers. ‘Work that seed into your hole, boy. I promise it’ll feel better.’ Sam nodded and scooped a big glob of cum up; he shuddered as he smeared it first onto, and then into his quivering ass. He’d never taken a load before, and mine was the first up his guts. ‘Yeah, Sammy,’ my boy encouraged him, ‘Show us that pretty hole. Get us all worked up so we give you our cum!’ Sam got excited about putting on a show for his new friends and worked two fingers into his hole as far as they would go. My boy leaned forward and lapped up a wad of cum, then spat it right onto Sam’s asshole. Sam groaned as he added a third finger to his slackening boypussy. My boy’s friends shouldered their way forward to get a better look. One was short and stocky, covered front and back with black body hair. He fisted his cock and nudged my boy out of his way. ‘You want my cum, boy?’ Sam nodded in anxious approval. ‘Here is comes!!!!!’ He shot his sticky load directly onto Sam’s ass and fingers. ‘Work my load into your ass, boy! Take my cum!’ Sam looked a bit apprehensive. ‘Then let me do it!’ The man smacked Sam’s sticky fingers out of his hole and started grinding his bare cock against it. ‘I’ve… I’ve never been fucked!!!! I’m not ready!!!’ The man grinned over his shoulder and me and my boy. ‘I won’t fuck you, boy. Just gonna put my cum where it belongs…’ The man smeared his still-oozing cock into Sam’s asscrack and leaned forward. His weight spread Sam’s legs and hole wider. The man groaned as the last drops of cum oozed directly into Sam’s open butt. This boy had just taken his second load of cum and still hadn’t been fucked, but our seed was mixing inside him all the same. The stocky bear moved out of the way and another guy stepped forward, old enough to Sam’s father. He was balding except for grey patches of hair over his ears and a long well groomed mustache. He was a bit overweight, with a roundish belly, but carried himself in a very sexy way. He also had a HUGE thick hard cock. The man was naked except for a pair of trouser socks and dress shoes. I figured he went for the boys with a daddy fetish, but he didn’t give poor Sammy a choice. The man leaned forward and pulled apart Sam’s ass cheeks. The man looked at me, ‘Help me open him up some more…’ My boy and I stepped forward, each grabbing a thigh and spreading Sam wider open than he had ever likely been before. The man dove in, licking both sides of Sam’s crack, and then working the cum off of Sam’s balls and thighs, smearing it right into Sam’s now gaping hole. The man crawled on top of Sam, pressing his weight onto Sam’s belly, making him grunt. I noticed gobs of seed in the man’s mustache. The man tongued Sam’s mouth. Sam realized the bear’s fresh cum on the man’s mustache and started licking it off. He seemed so pleased with himself that he smiled. The man pulled off of Sam and smacked him on the side indicating that he should turn over. ‘Don’t fuck me, man! I just came here for cum, not to get fucked!’ The man rolled his eyes at us and hissed back, ‘I’m not gonna fuck you, boy, but you get my cum!’ He pulled Sam onto his knees, forcing the small of Sam’s back down so his ass was high and prone for fucking. The man eased his long thick cock into Sam’s ass crack and started rutting. He wasn’t fucking Sam, but his cock was gliding through the cummy mess between Sam’s cheeks and sliding back and forth. Sam moaned with pleasure as the man faux-fucked him. Sam kept squirming, so my boy and I helped hold his hips in place so the man could really work Sam’s crack. Just the sloppy friction was enough to get that man ready to squirt. ‘You want my load, boy?’ Sam threw his head back, ‘Yes!!! Give me your cum!!! I want all your cum!!!’ ‘You might just get more than that!!!’ I saw right then that the man had a biohazard tattoo on the small of his back. I knew Sam hadn’t seen it, not that he would have known what it meant even if he had. I glanced at my boy and pointed to the man’s tattoo, and my boy just winked at me. Was my boy purposefully trying to get Sam stealthed? All because he hadn’t sucked his cock? The man shot his load onto Sam’s back, then scooted backwards so the rest of his cum landed squarely onto Sam’s ass. He shook his cock a few times flinging off more seed, then used it to mop up the sticky mess, aiming it all to drool right down onto and into Sam’s ass. The scene was pretty hot, especially knowing that this man’s cum was probably toxic. The third guy stepped up and nudged the older man out of his way. He was pretty cute, early 20s, a twink with a buzzcut and a muscular slim hairless body. His cock swung between his legs, plump and thick, but not too long. He slapped Sam’s ass with his cock a few times, sliding around in several guy’s spunk, then laid down beside Sam on the bed. He pulled Sam down beside him, raising up one leg. He speared his thick cock right at Sam’s hole a few times as Sam whimpered, ‘No… Please don’t fuck me… Don’t… Don’t… Fuck me… Don’t… Fuck me…’ The guy smiled at us and gave us a thumbs up. He then arranged his cock so the head was right at Sam’s cummy hole. He swiveled his hips slightly, so he wasn’t technically fucking Sam, but his hole was widening and loosening up so it went ever-so-slightly further in each time. Sam kept moaning, ‘Don’t… Fuck me… Fuck… Fuck me… Please… Don’t… Fuck… Fuck me!!!!’ After a few moments, the guy was at least two inches inside of Sam… Sam gasped for air, squirming around. ‘Whatever you’re doing feels so good. Please… Don’t stop…’ The guy raised his eyebrows and kept swiveling his hips. He asked, as he kept moving his hips, ‘But you don’t want to get fucked here, right? Just bred, a little, right.’ ‘Yeah, man. Just breed me. A little.’ ‘You asked for it! And you’re gonna get it!’ The man held his hip still for the first time and I watched as his balls contracted, firing his load into Sam’s guts. He was only maybe half-way inside Sam, and he pulled out as he was finishing shooting. Sam rolled over onto his back and pulled his knees up, mashing four fingers into his puffy red cum-streaked asshole. I drooled as a saw a big glob drip out of his hole. Sam smiled up and me, and reached for my hand, then reached for my boy’s hand. ‘Thanks guys! That was amazing… But I don’t want to be done yet…’ My boy grinned at me. ‘If you want to, I think I’d like for both of you to fuck me. Maybe even breed me a little!’ My boy nodded and leaned forward to kiss Sam. I leaned forward too, but down to his ass. I felched out a big dollop of cum and spit it onto my boy’s cock before guiding it down to Sam’s gaping pussy. To be continued…

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...

Who else loves when the guy pushes your head down sometimes fast but basically takes control? I love it when I just go up and down at the pace of someone else’s hands. I can do this for 30-40 minutes straight. It is my happy place.

Having played the role of doorman/monitor--and fucked the cumdump during the slow times to keep his loads churned--I really recommend that you have someone you know be there. For everybody's safety.

@hntnhole and co, re: undocumented immigrant tasxes I hate bad data "out there." I think the Obama admin stopped reporting some of these details so they weren't politicized. There are two groups which estimate such taxes: Tax Policy Center (left leaning) and a more politically neutral group American Immigrant Council. They report combined employee, employer, and consumption (sales) taxes as $96b and $90b, respectively (latest). Of that, $15-$20 billion is federal income tax paid by employee. $35-$40 billion is federal payroll tax by employer (Social Security, Medicare,etc). The rest is state and local income tax and sales taxes. The issue is that income tax is so much lower than payroll as, overall across all workers, 88% comes from income tax. The later is mainly the 7%-ish (of income) to those listed social programs. The issue, and we don't know how much: how much are these low-income earners reasonably deducting to bring down income tax to low rates how many of the workers are simply not paying income tax while their employer submits the appropriate payroll tax Both occur. I don't think we'll be finding out soon.

Excellent work sir. Your report has been logged with central. Thanks to you and our many agents in the field, this mystery will be solved one day

It's been really something beautiful to be a part of. Last night before I left, he said something to the effort of "hey I finally have a friend, someone who watches out for me". I'm glad the elevator door closed, I didn't want him to see me tear up. It's truly a blessing to be there for him. You should of seen his face when he told me about his first time. The devilish smile he had when he told me, how he held that man's load in his ass. He is free now and so dam happy.

Haha never sucked my dad's cock and would never have interest. I did take him to a sex club with gloryholes once ans let him wander. I did suck my high school best friends dads cock a few times however 😏

Last Friday 10/17 I we nt to Club Orlando, it was early, so not much action - around 3pm. While in the dark room, I reached out to this middle aged Asian man, and felt his thick cock, he came closer and we were kissing, another guy comes over and starts sucking my cock. And I started face fucking him as he slobbered all over. The Asian man then reaches around to my ass and begins stroking my hole with some spit. He pushes his fingers into my ass as I am huffing Poppers. We then continue to kiss, I pull my cock out of the other guys` mouth and then used his slobber to lube my ass good. I then flipped around and slid onto the Asian man's cock. He fucked me hard and fast, bending me over and held my mouth open with his fingers as he railed my ass with his thick 6" raw cock. The other guy saw his opportunity and spit into my mouth then kissed me - he replaced his tongue with his cock and then made me hold my as open so the Asian guy could get deeper. It was not long, and the Asian man started bucking and slamming into my ass and I knew he was breeding me...he pulls out and I bend over to suck him clean. He then walks away without a word. This was an amazing start to Pride Weekend in Orlando.

Dee looks over at Julian and says you’re up. Dee pushes himself up and then slams back down pushing the entire length of his dick back into the 25 year old bottom. Ken moaned as he got his last slam of Dee’s dick into his wet hole. Dee pushes himself up again and pulls completely out of Ken. Dee turns to Julian and high fives him as they switch spots. Julian is now behind Ken and lines up him dick with the wet hole. He looks down at his throbbing cock as he evaluates his waiting victim. Dee may have had a longer dick but Julian makes up for it with how thick his dick is. He could barely get his hand around the thickest part of his dick – midshaft. He knew if he could get that far in, he could really get his fuck on. Julian spits down on his dick and rubs the spit around his head. He places his mushroom head at the entrance to the used bottom. He stairs down as a tiny bit of cum starts to be pushed out of the wet hole. He leans forward and lets the head sink into the whore’s hole. Ken’s ass sucks up the dickhead like it was made for it. Julian pulls his head out and spits again, this time on the hole in front of him. He places the head back to the opening. He feels the hole relax around his dickhead and then slams the entire length straight into the bitch. A squeaky cry escapes Ken’s mouth. He pleads with Julian to pull it out but the wails fall on deaf ears. The only kindness Julian is showing Ken is holding his dick in place a moment to get him used the thickness. Only a moment’s rest is afforded the once virgin fucker underneath Julian. Julian pulls back until the thickest part of his dick is stretching the ass hole opening. He slams back into Ken. Ken is crying still with tears falling from his eyes. The cries only make Julian fuck harder. Julian enjoys piston fucking Ken for what seemed to Ken to be forever. Ken’s cries mellow out into a grunt, then a moan. Ken is still crying tears but moaning like a little whore. Julian pulls Ken up a bit so that he is in doggie position. He shoves himself back into Ken and starts pounding hole like his life depended on it. Julian’s balls slapping into Ken’s taint. That wonderful smacking sound that comes from a violent fucking. At some point, Ken had lost all sense of time, but did finally notice that Julian slowed down just enough to say he was cumming. Ken felt volley after volley of black man jizz shooting into his used hole. As soon as he was ready to pull out, he called Dee over. Dee brought some items with him when he walked over to the bed again. In his hand he held a butt plug and a baggie of T. Julian grabbed the baggie and pulled out 2 big shards. He physically pulls out and throws the shards into the gaping hole. Then he pushed the butt plug into the poor guy. Julian says that should hold him over while I make another slam for him. Just as Julian says that statement, the door opens up and in walks a Hispanic man in his early 30’s and a athletic body. Ken, who is feeling that familiar burn in his hole, turns over onto his back. He looks over and recognizes the man walking up as Jesus, his co-worker. Jesus walks over to the bed and pushes Ken’s legs up and Ken grabs them instinctually. Jesus slaps the right ass cheek as it hovered upward over the bed. Jesus says he knew Ken would make a good little bitch for him and his friends. Jesus pulls Ken’s legs down and jumps onto the bed beside him and whispers into Ken’s ear. He says your ass is gonna be wrecked and it’s all ours. Dee walks over to Jesus and hands him the reloaded pipe. Jesus hits it 3 times in a row before he starts shotgunning the hits with Ken. Jesus pulls off and stands up. He throws off his clothes and walks over to the couch naked. Julian walks up with 2 slams. He hands one to Dee. Julian ties Jesus’s arm before saying this dose should catch you up. He pulls off the tourniquet and his dick fills out almost instantly. Dee is over with Ken, tying him off and giving the bottom his slam. The tourniquet is released and Ken goes into a coughing fit. Jesus stands in front of ken jerking his uncut 8 inch dick. It’s glistening with spit before Julian pulls Ken to the edge of the bed, pulls out the plug, and then slams is dick into the hole. Ken’s gaping hole tightens slightly around Jesus’s dick. No cries this time. Just mindless moans as Jesus piston fucks the young man. Jesus just laughs and says he was glad to have picked Ken for this afterall. Jesus pulls off of Ken and pushes him aside. Jesus gets on his back and orders Ken to sit on his dick. Ken does as he is ordered and slides down on it easy as can be. Ken starts rocking his hips and is riding Jesus. Jesus pulls Ken close to him in a bear hug. Dee is behind the 2 men lathering his dick up with tina lube. He steps forward and puts his dickhead at the filled hole. He pushes forward and pushing for a minute, the second cock popped through the ring. Ken cries out as the second dickhead pushes further into his occupied hole. Dee pushes forward until he reaches the second ring and most of his dick is besides Jesus’s dick inside the hole. At first Ken’s hole is super tight against the 2 dicks both in his hole. With both men thrusting, it didn’t take long for that hole to expand and fit around both dicks as they slammed into his stretched hole. Dee pulls out and moves out of the way. Julian replaces him in the fucking position and pushes his thicker dick inside the used hole. More stretching Ken’s hole is made to. They fuck like that for a while and then Julian pulls out. Jesus pushes Ken to his side and fucks him on their sides. He pulls Ken’s leg up and reaches between Ken’s legs to find his hard dick. He grabs the bottom’s dick and squeezes as he thrusts up and into Ken. This new position works for 20 minutes. Jesus gives no warning but Ken knows the feeling now of cum shot up his hole. Ken waits for Jesus to stop but Jesus just keeps going. Jesus kept his hard on and kept fucking the used bottom. After some time, they move back into doggie style. Jesus calls out this second load and then collapses onto Ken. Jesus pulls off and gets up out of the bed. Ken is still on the bed on his stomach with his legs spread. Ken’s hole is still gaping slightly– slowly closing without any dicks to fill it.

Today I got to work and did my usual Grindr browsing, nothing to serious mostly chatting, when I get a message from a guy saying he’s nearby and wondering where I am. I tell him I’m at work next door to his location. He responds with “what if I wander over to the bathroom there and you come in and I blow you?” I tell him the bathroom isn’t very private but if he wanted to come by earlier the next day I could. I didn’t get a response so I went outside to take my smoke break. About halfway through my break he walks up to me. A gorgeous black man 43 5’ 10” 150lbs not jacked but definitely works out with a shaved head. He introduces himself and we chat for a bit as he brushes his hand across my pant boner, I do the same to him and then my horniness takes over. I tell him to follow me as we go inside the store. I take him into our stores training room which you need a key to get into. Once inside we make out for a bit then he drops to his knees and as soon as I pull down my pants he’s sucking my cock like he needs it to breathe. He’s taking my full 7” cock down his throat as I hold his head to my crotch giving him a good skull fucking. About 5-10 mins later I say I’m going to cum, all he does is nod as he takes me balls deep and swallows my load. I shot a good 7-8 spurts of cum down his throat. He stands up and pulls his pants down to reveal a nice 7-8” thick cock. I think that it’s my turn to blow him but he turns around lubes his hole with some spit and shoves my cock up his hole. I fuck him as he keeps pushing his ass back matching my strokes and not long I’m cumming again up his hole. He pulls off and sucks me clean. We make out a little longer before we exchange numbers and he leaves. It was definitely a surprise fuck to me because his profile said vers/ top and mine says vers/ bottom and he only talked about a blow job but I’m not complaining lol. We have plans for him to cum by again tomorrow morning for round 2.

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

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.

Here's a twist, Son and father dicks.... my dick and my Son's horse dick. He calls mine a "tiny little clit-dick" lol Mine's so small and his is so large (go figure) that the head of mine almost fits entirely inside his pee hole.

Fuck yeah…… fuck me please

Part 3 So, there I was, standing in front of Ryan, naked, my cock harder than it had ever been. Ryan pulled his arse cheeks apart and said "Fuck me, babe!" What was I to do? I stood there for what seemed like ages, although in reality it was no more than a few seconds as various options ran through my mind. I knew it would be absolutely wrong to fuck him and put him at risk, but I also knew that I wanted nothing more at that moment than to push my cock right up his hole and fuck him as hard as I could, before giving him the breeding of his life. Ryan grinned as I moved forward and positioned my cock against his hole. A few seconds later the head of my cock was inside him and I knew there was no turning back. Although we hadn't fucked for a few days, my cock slid up him easily and I began to fuck him. It felt so good to be back up Ryan's arse and it was all I could do not to cum right up him. Ryan too seemed extra horny, I suppose because he had been away and we hadn't fucked for a while. He raised his legs further and pulled me closer, his hands on my arse as I began to fuck him harder. "Oh fuck, you have no idea how much I want this!" he moaned as I began to fuck him even harder. I was getting close now and I told him so. "Do it," he moaned "Give me what I need!" His finger found my arsehole, something that always turns me on, and he pushed it up me. That pushed me over the edge and a few seconds later I fired what felt like a massive load up him. I collapsed on top of him, both of us out of breath. I could tell that Ryan was still as horny as I was and he could feel that my dick was still hard in his arse. "Can you go again?" he asked, still out of breath "Yeah!" I moaned as I started to fuck him again, pausing only for a moment to wonder what he would think if he knew what I might just have done to him, but it was almost like I couldn't help myself, and a few seconds later I was fucking him again as he moaned and played with his cock, urging me to fuck him harder. I shot a second load up him and then we showered together, had something to eat and went to bed. I lay in Ryan's arms that night, not knowing what to think. I wanted Ryan more than anything in the world, but I knew it was going to be difficult to stop having sex with Aidan. Even the thought of Aidan's big poz cock in my arse was making me horny again, and I tried to put him out of my mind. When we woke up the next morning, we were both horny and I fucked Ryan again. I knew the more I fucked him, the more risk I might be putting him at, but I couldn't resist fucking him and firing another big load up him. Ryan was working that night and shortly after he left for his shift, I got a message from Aidan asking if I wanted him to come over and "keep me company". I thought maybe I should say to Aidan that we needed to stop what we were doing but almost as soon as he came into the room, Aidan turned round, pulled his pants and trousers down and bent over. "Why don't you come over here and lick my ass?" he said with an evil grin, "You know you want to!" Of course I did want to, and seconds later I was down behind him. I pulled his hairy arse cheeks apart and pushed my tongue right up his hole, which was even more hairy. I licked his hole for a while as he gave contented little moans and then he turned round and pushed his big cock into my mouth. "That's it," he said softly as I sucked his cock "Get it nice and ready!" A short time later, I was bent over, naked from the waist down, as Aidan fucked me and then shot another big load of poz cum right up me. Ryan was working all night and I kept Aidan's load up me and that night I had a really satisfying wank in bed. Over the next couple of weeks it was like I was two different people - I was my normal self when I was with Ryan and a totally different person when I was around Aidan - it was like I couldn't get enough of Aidan's cum in my arse, even though I knew it was almost certain that I would get knocked up by him, if I wasn't already. At the same time I was fucking Ryan, who seemed to be extra horny at that time, at every opportunity. I have to admit that a few times I fucked Ryan while I still had Aidan's load up my arse. The first time it happened by accident. I was going out for a drink with some of the guys on my team at work and I had arranged to call round at Aidan's on my way home as his partner was going to be out. Ryan was working that night and I had enjoyed more than a few drinks. I was definitely still quite drunk when I got to Aidan's and I couldn't wait for him to fuck me. He fucked me on my back with my legs in the air - one of my favourite positions - and shot a nice big load up me. I was feeling great when I got home - pleasantly drunk and enjoying the pleasant sensation of a big load of cum up my bum. I got a shock when I opened the front door and Ryan was standing in the hall. He smiled at me - apparently he had changed his shift to help out one of his colleagues. He made us some coffee and then he pulled me towards him and kissed me. I could feel his cock pushing against me and I guessed he was horny. "Let's go up to bed" he said softly I knew I would have to get rid of Aidan's load before we did anything, but when we got upstairs Ryan pulled me towards me and kissed me again. He began to undress me and soon he was down sucking my cock - something that always makes me so horny - and almost before I knew it, Ryan was on his back and I was fucking him. I fucked him hard, enjoying every minute of it as always, and almost forgot I had a load up me until I began to shoot my load up Ryan. I must have relaxed my arse a bit, because I could feel some of Aidan's cum sliding out my arsehole and down my balls just as I fired my load up Ryan. I got away with it - Ryan never noticed anything - but to be honest, the whole experience really turned me on and after that I fucked Ryan a few times with Aidan's load up my arse. It was like I was super horny all the time now and one evening I was working late on a project and after a while there was only me and Aaron, the guy from HR who had come on to me a few weeks previously. To cut a long story short, Aaron came onto me again and this time I didn't resist. We ended up in a quiet toilet on the top floor of the building where I sucked his cock and then bent over and offered him my arse. He went up me without a condom, no questions asked, and fucked me. He had a really nice thick cock and I have to say it felt really good up my arse. Aaron was fucking me harder now and I could tell he was getting close. "Can I cum in you?" he panted, and I nodded. Almost immediately I could feel his cum squirting into my arse and when he had finished he pulled out. I had assumed he would zip himself up and leave the toilet but to my surprise he bent over and pushed his arse out. "My turn!" he said with a grin I hadn't expected this, but I wasted no time in getting down behind him and pushing my tongue up his arse. I licked his hole for a while and then pushed my cock up him. His arse was incredibly tight and it didn't take me long to cum right up him. A few minutes later we were back out in the office and we were both back at our desks - his desk with a picture of his girlfriend and child on it and mine with a photo of Ryan. The following weekend we were invited to lunch with Aidan and Peter to meet one of Aidan's friends who was over from Ireland staying for a few days. Sean was about the same age as Aidan - and also very good looking - dark and hairy (a bit like Aidan). He seemed like a nice guy, but I was fairly sure from the way he looked at me that he knew what had been going on between me and Aidan. I didn't mind this, in fact, if anything it turned me on knowing that Aidan had told Sean what he had done to me and how much I had wanted it. Ryan was working that night and Peter said he had some work to do on a case he was working on - and suggested that Aidan and Sean should come over and spend the evening with me as he would be working and I would be on my own. Aidan winked at me and I knew at that moment that he had told Sean about me and that I was probably going to get two cocks up my arse that night. I wondered if Sean was HIV positive too and at the same time, ,I hoped no one would notice the erection that was now pushing out the front of my trousers. Ryan went off to work that evening and a little later, Aidan and Sean came over. As usual, Aidan didn't waste much time - he told me straight off that Sean was looking forward to fucking me and said "Why don't you pull your pants down and show him the hole he's going to be fucking!" As always, I did what Aidan asked me to - I pulled my trousers and pants down and bent over, pulling my cheeks apart to expose my arsehole to Sean. I really wanted to ask if he was HIV positive too, but I didn't need to as Aidan said casually "In case you're wondering, Sean's not on any meds either." Of course this just made me want to get fucked even more and before long I got my wish. Aidan went first and It was a real turn on, knowing that Sean was watching as Aidan pushed his poz cock up my unprotected arse and began to fuck me. I could see Sean was enjoying watching |Aidan fuck me and he got his cock out and started to wank as Aidan told him how much I loved to get fucked and to take poz loads up my cheating arse. A short time later, Aidan shot his load up me and pulled out. Almost immediately, Sean took his place. I have to say, Sean was a really good fuck and I enjoyed every minute of him fucking me. He started off slowly and then built up and soon he was giving me one of the hardest fucks I ever had. After a while he told me he was getting really close. "Shall we tell him?" asked Aidan as Sean thrust even harder up my arse. "Yeah, I guess we should," panted Sean "Tell me what?" I asked. I already knew Sean was HIV positive and not on meds, so I couldn't think what they were going to tell me. "They think he's acquired a strain of HIV that's resistant to drugs." Aidan said casually Just at that moment, Sean started to cum right up my arse, and I shot my load out in front of me, without even touching my cock. What had I done? I'd love to say that I came to my senses at this point and didn't have any more to do with Aidan or Sean, but, as you've probably guessed, nothing could be further from the truth! I couldn't wait to repeat the experience and I got fucked by both Aidan and Sean several times over that weekend. We had some really horny experiences - they took turns fucking me and loading me and one time Sean was fucking me when Aidan stepped up behind him and pushed his cock up Sean's arse. I had never experienced anything like this before and when Sean came in me, he pulled out and Aidan went up me, adding his load to Sean's a short time later. Later that night, I fucked Ryan, both loads still up my arse. I had another narrow escape the following evening. Ryan had been working all day and had stayed on late to cover for someone who was running late and was really tired when he came home. I made him some coffee and he decided to go to bed. He fell asleep almost immediately and just then I got a message from Aidan saying that Paul was out if I wanted to come over. A short later, Aidan, Sean and I were all naked and I was riding Sean's big cock. Aidan put some lube on his cock and moved in behind Sean. I wasn't sure what he was going to do at first - then he pushed his cock against my arse as Sean pulled me forward. At first it felt like I was being split in two as Aidan pushed his cock slowly up my arse next to Sean's. I didn't think there was any way I could take two cocks up my arse at the same time, but I managed it and soon I was enjoying it. Sean came first, closely followed by Aidan and once again I had two loads of dirty cum up my arse. I got dressed quickly as I didn't want to be out too long but as I made my way across to our house, it felt like my arse was gaping and I knew I wasn't going to be able to keep their loads up me for much longer. I fumbled with the key in the lock and made my way to the kitchen, which had a tiled floor. I undid my belt, quickly pulled my pants and trousers down and squatted, just as two loads of cum splattered out on to the floor. I heaved a sigh of relief, but just then a light went on upstairs and I heard Ryan's voice "You alright, babe," he called "Yes," I called back "I'll be up in a moment." I was lucky he didn't come downstairs and I quickly cleaned up the kitchen and made my way upstairs to join him. A couple of days later I started feeling unwell. I thought I would be ok once I got to work but once I got to the office I started feeling much worse. I felt hot and feverish - I had once had the flu, and this felt similar, but much worse. I knew I would have to go home and I also knew something else - this was probably what they called "the fuck flu." What was I going to do now? I decided to concentrate on getting myself home and somehow I did. I knew Ryan had the day off and I just wanted to see him. I entered the house quietly - wondering what I had done and what the fuck I was going to say to Ryan? He wasn't about downstairs and as I began to climb the stairs I heard voices. Not just voices - I heard the unmistakeable sound of two guys fucking. Surely it couldn't be Ryan? On the floor outside the bedroom I saw a pair of jeans and pants, which I knew did not belong to Ryan, and then I heard his voice from inside the bedroom. "Oh God, fuck me, fuck me!" Another voice said "You want it?" "Oh yes, fuck yes," came Ryan's voice "Do it, breed me, fucking breed me...give me a fucking baby!" This couldn't be happening! Not Ryan! Then I heard Aidan's voice saying "Good boy -take that dirty load right up your cunt!" I knew now what I was going to see when I entered the bedroom and sure enough the first thing I saw was Ryan's naked arse, riding on a big hairy cock. But it wasn't Aidan's cock he was riding as I had thought- Aidan was watching and wanking, but it was Sean who was breeding Ryan as I walked into the room - Sean who was not only HIV positive and not on meds, but who had a strain of HIV that was resistant to meds. I was feeling really feverish now. I didn't know what to think, or what to do as I stood there watching Sean breed Ryan with his resistant strain. But I knew one thing - I had just cum in my pants.

"Yeah, very nice." His finger slid between my buttocks and began to rub lube into my hole, even as the three of them carried on a conversatio. "You ok, Fred?" Said Sid to the man he was fucking. "Yeah, good." Came the reply. "But I'll have to go soon and get some shopping for dinner." The third man released my cock and said. "The local supermarket has some good offers." It was bizarre. There I was, shorts around my ankles being sucked for the first time by a man old enough to be my grandfather, and in the middle of a conversation about shopping! The third man, whose name was Frank, held up the bottle to me. "Take a sniff?" He said. "It's only poppers." Not wanting to be ungrateful, I sniffed the bottle and felt the poppers explode in my head, my heart pound and a dangerous lack of inhibition sweep over me. "Yep," Said Fred. "I better get on." He leaned forward until Sid's cock slid out of him, then got off the bed and began to wipe his arse with a tissue. "Same time next week?" Said Sid. As he spoke, he casually pulled me in front of him and pushed me forward until I was kneeling on the bed, arse upraised. My head was spinning as he began to push his cock into me. "Well, ask Bill to make some tea on the way out, would you?" His words were so casual, so ordinary, I was confused and unwilling to say anything as he was sliding his bare cock deliciously up me.

Part Three: The Warmth Inside ******************************************* It may have seemed like an eternity but it was only a few seconds of stillness before I felt a pressure inside and realized he was beginning to slowly thrust again. "Oh fuck boy, it's been a long time since I've been in such a warm and willing hole. Give me a sec while I adjust and let my foreskin inside you too." His gyrations were slow and shallow, but I could feel a slight fullness growing inside me as I realized his abundant foreskin was slowly inching back up and over his exposed head. A bit of his shaft followed with each push, and after a minute or so he paused again. "Muuuch better. Fuck boy, you are so wet inside. And my load will eventually make that a flood." I felt myself go limp, not that I had been capable of tensing any muscles since his entrance just moments ago. But he definitely felt me surrender to his grip. My nipples once again being tweaked and lightly pinched as my shaft again grew, having gone flaccid from the pain I had so recently felt. I was hard in no time and I felt my hormones again begin to flow as his well-lubricated death stick began a new mission: burying itself as deep as it could go. I knew it wouldn't take long, with his head now inside, his shaft would have no trouble following and I again closer my eyes tightly as he began to sink into me with one long continuous push. He was nearly there and then I felt him reach my second, more inner ring and begin stretching it just as he had my outermost one. Again, I felt a ripping, tearing pain as his head spread my inner muscle apart further than anything ever had. He gripped me tight, sensing my latest round of discomfort. He all but cooed into my ear, the short hairs of his beard tickling my skin. "It's okay, once more, just a thrust." And a thrust it was. There was no gentle working of this ring. He pushed hard and deep and for the second time (and not the last) I cried out in a scream of pain as he pushed his massive head through in one flick of his hips. With no resistance left his cock kept its momentum and sank completely into me, his groin settling against on my upper ass and his quite hefty ball sack slapped gently up against my lower cheeks; I remember thinking his balls felt as large as his ass-splitting acorn. "I'm all the way in now boy." I slowly opened my eyes and forced myself to resume a normal breathing rhythm. He was so deep inside me, I could feel his head pushing against the lower front wall of my abdomen. Things were definitely being rearranged internally, I could feel it. And then, I felt something else: a dull, burning, almost hot pain inside me. He wasn't cumming already was he? Again, he had read my mind. "Fuuuuck, leaking so badly boy. More of my death lube inside you." Precum, just precum? Were his balls also furnaces? The liquid his piss slit was generously oozing onto my ass walls was all but scalding hot inside me! I felt his plug of a head gently rocking deep inside my second ring, and I knew he was making sure the coating was evenly distributed. AIDS. In my hole. What the fuck was I doing? Wait. NOW I was having second thoughts? I thought back just a couple years to when I had been a condom-nazi. Never touched a guy or gal back then without them. Then, while fucking a FTM trans guy, my rubber had broken, and a few weeks later there had been a pregnancy scare. To say I had been a nervous wreck was an understatement, but the feel of my sensitive uncut head touching skin had intrigued me, and while a war had raged inside me about safe sex and long healthy life, I found myself experimenting with raw encounters. At first I only topped one of my regular buds bare; he had admitted it was a fantasy of his and was all to ready to help me experiment when I shared with him my desire. Still, I never took him bare at first. But one day I was just so damn horny that when the rubber broke as he was about to climax, I ignored his warning and slammed myself down on him until his prodigious load filled me inside. I was hooked. As I explored bareback sex, both in bed and online, it was a natural progression to curiosity about poz men, and gradually I began engaging with several undetectable fuck buds. But I had never played with a man so riddled by the virus, so willing to share it, and so potent as to ensure that once would be enough. Until now. The rocking continued and became, once again, a thrusting, gentle at first, and then gradually increasing in speed. Yet, he was still shallow, completely inside my second ring until... I felt the back of his head hit my second ring, moving in the opposite direction from which it had entered. I knew this would hurt, as there was no flare to make it a gradual exit. Instead his head began pulling my inner sphincter along with it as he tried to withdraw. I felt it pull, painfully, and then it ripped open again as his head popped back into my lower chute. Another scream. "That's it, boy, feel me tearing open your inner hole. A few more thrusts in and out and you'll be used it it." And with that, his half withdrawn monster slammed back through my inner barrier. My head fell back as I screamed. Again. And again. And again. This was no longer gentle - he was busting me open, his massive plow probably destroying my ability to ever walk or defecate normally again. Still, little by little the pain decreased to a tolerable amount, although in no way disappearing. Somehow I realized with each withdraw his cock head was now also pulling against my outer ring. He was deep-dicking me hard and rhythmically. "No need to worry boy. I'm not exiting that first ring until my balls have emptied their cargo of demon seed inside you." His fucking continued, us standing there just inside his door. Pounding thrusts created involuntary, guttural grunts from me as he continued to bust my second ass ring wide open with every pass. "I've never shot my seed at this toxicity into anyone before, boy. You will never be able to treat it or fight it. I have created the ultimate weapon and will give it to you now." His rhythm picked up as his thrusting increased in fury. His breathing began to sound labored and I knew the time had come. He was about to impregnate me with his AIDS. A strain so virulent that no treatment for it yet existed. Its noxious brew already sliming my ass walls in his precum, but now a voluminous amount of liquid death was about to enter me and my journey to a wasted state similar to him would begin. I was ready. And so was he. I felt his cock grow incredibly hard inside me as the blood flowed in to create a rock solid weapon capable of unleashing a deadly force inside its victim, a straight shot to the soft tissue that would absorb the poison that would change it forever. "Oh god, boy, I'm going to cum!" And with that he thrust deeply one last, painful time as his steel shaft thrust a rock hard head past my inner sphincter one last time and lodged it there so it could finally accomplish its mission. "OH FUCK! FUCK! FUCK!" He screamed into my ear and that hot burning sensation I had felt deep in my bowels before, created just by a single strand of precum, was replaced by a flood of scalding liquid as the first wave of his load splashed against innocent, unprotected soft tissue. It was quickly followed by another seven or eight spurts, each gradually decreasing in size until it was just an oozing dribble. As each wave of liquid toxicity entered me I felt his nutsack jump behind me, signalling the rocketing of another wave through those tiny, miniscule tubules that blend semen and sperm and send the mixture on to its destination. Each wave of his load of course stayed right where it was, his ample head plugging my inner hole in a tight seal. He gradually relaxed himself, and his hands slowly moved to my chest, again focusing on my soft and tender pink nipples. "Fuuuck boy, I haven't cum like that in ages. There's just no substitute for an ass like your's. Don't worry, I won't be going soft for a while, there's more seed to unload inside you. I felt your ass clamping down on me and throbbing. How big a load did you shoot?" How big a load did I shoot? DID I shoot? I looked down. Fuck! I had. I could barely see the glistening last strand of cum hanging from my slowly softening penis. I hadn't even felt myself blow. But I could make out several spots of cum on the back of the couch in front of me. Yeah, I had cum, quite impressively even for me. I noticed I felt an ache in my balls, the way you do when a load has been building for a while and is finally released. "Quite a bit it seems." Aside from my screams, they were the first words I had uttered since we began, if you ignored my feeble pleas for him to 'take it out' as he entered. "Mmmm, one of your last negative loads. How about we move up to the bed?" With that we somehow moved to the staircase and waddled our way up, me still in his embrace and with his ever so slightly softened piece still plugging his load deep in my chute. I welcomed the warmth inside me as we entered his bedroom.

How about we turn the tables and ask if it is taboo for Afro descent men to be with white men, either position? I for one would NEVER turn to a white man for sexual pleasures, because there is no connection first of all. Most are trying to fulfill a fantasy and do not give a damn about you after they nut. Secondly, why would I depend on someone that has been a negative factor in my race for centuries for gratification?