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I still couldn't believe what I had just seen it blew my mind to have seen my dad intentionally fill his own grandson with a load of toxic poz cum. My dad didn't pull right out and I heard him tell my son that he was keeping his ass plugged so that it wouldn't leak out. I also saw him reach over and pick up a medium sized butt plug. I guessed he was going to use it to replace his cock keeping the cum inside. I found myself walking into the room my eyes glued to the scene in front of me. My cock as hard as it had ever been. Since my son had come out as gay I had occasionally dreamed of something happening either with me or with me watching but had never imagined something like this. As i walked towards them I couldn't take my eyes off my son's ass my dads cock still buried inside as it started to get soft. Dad was about to pull out and insert the butt plug he was holding when he noticed me there and stopped he stiffened and looked a little nervous I coukd tell he didn't know how I would react then he seemed to notice my rock hard cock amd where I was looking and relaxed. I didn't say anything just put my hand on his shoulder and he pulled his cock out of my son's now tainted ass and moved to the side so that I could move in behind him then hesitated my mind wasn't sure if I was ready to take thus step. My body was mkre than ready however. I felt I was about to explode with the need to do something. However I didn't move in to ljbe my cock up with his slightly gaping ass instead I leaned down put my hands on his cheeks and leaned in tongue extending to get a taste The smell was intense. A mix of my son's natural smell and my dads cum it had me feeling intoxicated as I started to bury my tongue deep inside. It was then my son realized something was happening and I felt him stiffen a little when he looked back and saw me and I heard him gasp " dad" but before he could react more my father put his hand on his back and told him to relax. For the next five minutes I ate my son's newly bred ass while my dad rubbed his back and talked dirty to him still calling him names and degrading him as he moaned from the work my mouth was doing. I finally couldn't resist anymore so I stopped what my tongue was doing and I straightened up moving in behind him and pressed the head of my cock against him. My dad has always shot huge loads and even after I had tongue fucked my boy there was enough leaking out that I didn't need lube as I pushed my cock in. My cock isn't nearly as long as my father but is thicker so my son was still fairly tight as I started to fuck him. I admit I was in heaven I had dreamed of fucking him many many times but this was better than anything I had ever dreamed of the whole situation was mkre than I could have imagined. As my cock worked his ass the fact it was not only my dads cum that we were using for lube but his poz filled cum made the whole situation even more surreal. After a couple minutes my dad moved up by my son's head and began slapping his face with his cock until my son put it in his mouth That was to much for me. My son being spotted between me and my dad was more than I could take and in less than a minute I found myself cumming deep inside my son shooting a huge load of my own. As I pulled out my dad handed me the plug he had grabbed earlier and I pushed it inside my son before I collapsed next to him on the bed. I watched for awhile as my son sucked hjs grandfather's cock and saw he was starting to get hard again already which wasn't a surprise dad always could recover quickly and age didn't seem to effect that. My dad pulled his cock out of his grandsons mouth and leaned down and whispered in his ear. My son just nodded then got up and moved over to me asking me to lay on my stomach. I wasn't sure what he had in mind for sure but had some guesses mostly thought my son might end up trying to top me. As I rolled onto my stomach I felt him mkve in and felt his hands on my ass pulling my cheeks apart then felt his tongue start to rim me. I was kinda surprised at how good my bot was at eating ass at his age but he definitely had a gift. Soon his fingers joined his tongue as he slowly woked my hole and I was in heaven. After a few minutes it was just his fingers and I realized he was lubing me up and I got excited thinking I would soon feel his cock replace the fingers. I knew my son had had plenty of lovers but he had never expressed any interest in topping the thought i would be the first he did it with had me getting hard again. When his fingers stopped I felt his hands grab my hips and he pulled back on them so I moved so that I was on my knees elbows and forearms on the bed. I was anticipating feeling my son's hands on my ass again as he moved in behind me. And I did feel hand but not my son's somewhat small soft hands they were my dads larger calloused hands. Part 3 soon

I was in my 20s, often horny, and often bored. Work was good enough, life was good enough, and I was good enough. My job was remote and easy, and there was ample time to sit around, daydream, and edge. I was a top. It came naturally to me. I tried bottoming a few times, more out of a sense of obligation than desire. My hunger for hole was innate. I felt that primal urge when I saw a bottom, that desire to make them feel that mix of pleasure and pain. The feeling of grinding up against their ass, letting them feel my cock tease their hole, covering their mouth with mine while I slid in deeper and deeper. I had a thick cock that made bottoms gasp, and I shot big loads that often hit my face when I jerked off. My friends knew I was a top. I wasn't shy about it. I'd fucked some of them. Being a dom came easy to me. I liked being in control. I liked being a bit cocky, having that swagger, getting in a guy's head. I knew a little about kink, I'd been to gear nights, and I'd had older guys teach me the right lessons: respect your partners, respect consent, leave the people you hooked up with in a better place than you'd found them. And I'd taught those lessons to other friends, and the younger guys I'd hooked up with. I did the right things. But I wanted to do the wrong things. Despite all my talk of consent and respect, that wasn't what my brain really craved. I wanted to fuck who I wanted, when I wanted, and how I wanted. And how I wanted it was raw, always. Not just raw. I wanted to corrupt guys. It turned me the fuck on seeing innocent twinks filled with cum, their tight holes opened up and flooded. Don't get me wrong, I loved it when guys were ready to fuck and get used from the start, but it was different with the innocent ones. The worst part? I wanted to stealth. Badly. So badly. And the cravings never seemed to go away. I'd never heard of it until I saw it for myself. It only took one video to break my brain: a grainy 240p of a guy snipping the top of a condom off mid fuck and shooting a load deep in a bottom on all fours. I came as soon as I realized what he was doing. I closed the browser window quickly, but later that day, I searched for the name of that video, got rock hard in seconds and blew another load. I tried being good. I kept ignoring these urges in reality, even if it made me cum fucking hard, every time. I always discussed testing before hookups, and still used condoms, even if what I wanted to do was rip them off, slide in deep and fill them full of my seed. I'd jerk off to bareback porn – always bareback porn – and imagine how warm and tight their holes must feel. But it was all a fantasy for me. Until I met him.

1. That's something that needs to be mentioned up front, and I consider corporal actions as needing prior notice. 2. Of course. A group of men celebrating their sexual depravities en-masse is always more fun. 3. I don't particularly like really tight holes. If I'm not the first/only Top, I'll more likely compliment a looser guy. 4. above. We Tops generally think of pumping our load the farthest in as possible as more possessive (I mean, in that moment). Thus the "connection" is amplified, concentrated. 5, I don't know .... I seldom do that. Maybe they like to watch a hungry hole gobble their entire cock, over and over again? 6. Never. If the day wasn't what it should have been, then I'm not inclined to drown it in another guy's hole. Mental acuity on the Top's part is really important. 7. C,

Jackson, 5'11 200 pounds of muscle. Dark brown hair and eyes and porcelain skin. 8 inches cut. Stephen, 6'1 240 pounds of muscle. Bleach blonde hair green eyes with light tan. 9 inches uncut. Jackson was a straight college student stuck at school during winter break. He couldn't afford a trip home, frankly his parents didn't really want him there. It was also the worst snowstorm the area had seen in years. So his part time job closed down. He was getting king of desperate. His friend, Stephen, who was also stuck here had made a huge wad of cash under the table. He kept doing it until he got very sick. He recently recovered so maybe his buddy could hook him up. They had gotten very close these college years, both sophomores, both were work out fanatics. They both spent a lot of free time in the weight room. So Jackson hoped his friend would come through. Knocking on his friends door he heard him coming and he was clearly on the phone. "Yes, it is official. Yes, I am very happy. I was so pissed at first but I am completely converted. Yeah, I am up to doing more and spreading it. Love you man. I got a friend here now so I better go. Talk soon. Bye." Stephen hung up the phone. "Hey Jackson. What's going on?" I told him how desperate I needed cash. I was short for tuition and since I wasn't working I needed work. Badly. "How badly, I can get you in but you have to do what you are told and accept what happens. Don't worry, no laws will be broken and you will not hurt anyone. It is a big commitment though. You will be doing things you aren't into. You need to know this from the start." At first I was about to say no thank you. Then I remember my finances and saw what was about 5,000 dollars on his table. That was from one day. "Okay, I am in." "Your parents will disown you if they find out." "They pretty much have already. When I stopped going to Saturday services and started eating bacon they had enough of me." "You can change your mind when you get there and you can stop when you want." I was told to be there tomorrow at 8 am sharp. The place was a large house just off campus. So the snow wasn't going to be a problem. I arrived at 7:50 and waited. A guy opened the door and asked if I was Jackson? I said yes and was told to get inside. The home was a front for a film studio called GGG films. I was invited into the back where I was introduced to the man who owns everything. Name was Chris. He sat me down and told me that I wad going to be in films. He said they make movies for a specific audience and I would be perfect for them. I was a little confused but went along. I want to show you what you will be doing if you agree. We went to a dark room and looked through a one way mirror. There was a bed in the next room and some cameras. A guy about Jackson's age and build came in wearing nothing but a robe. He spun around for the camera and spoke with an effeminate voice saying, "Today I get my gift. I am so excited." The guy got naked and did some moves for the camera. Soon another man, this one already naked, came in. He was a big black guy with the largest dick Jackson had ever seen. He watched as the first guy, he didn't know his name, he later found out it's Terry, start sucking on that monster pretending to be a dick. It was huge soft but now it looked like it might double in size. When he was ready Monster, he never found out his name and called him that because it seemed to fit, threw Terry hard on the bed an cracked his ass until it was super red. "You ready for the fuck of your life you little bitch? You ready for full conversion you little slut?" Terry nodded his head yes. Terry took a long breath from a brown bottle as Monster started forcing himself into this little victim. Jackson didn't see any lube being applied, he learned later also that it was already there. Terry screamed in pain. He could see tears. Jackson was thinking, what the hell have I gotten into? He though he should leave but he couldn't look away. Terry was screaming as he took all of that cock. It was all the way in him. Jackson watched as Terry went from yelling in pain to shouting in pure ecstasy. "Give me that dirty cum. I want it, please, convert me. Poz me." "You ready bitch because here it comes." With that Terry was getting a load of cum in him. "Take another hit bitch. I ain't done with this hole." Monster kept grinding and Jackson was really starting to enjoy watching this. He felt a hand unbuckle his belt and jeans. Chris took out his dick and gave him a blow job right there. He never had a guy go down on him and he was too caught up in the moment to fight it. Chris was better than anyone else who went down on him. He didn't last long. He came at the same time those two being filmed did. With that Chris stopped. Swallowed all his cum. Then said, "I love the taste of virgin cum. Let's work out the contract." He walked out as he heard Terry thanking everyone for letting his dream come true. Part 2 will happen. If you guys like this.

Went to a cruising park in London. Initially lots of guys but little action. Hooked up with a black guy who raw fucked me hard. Then he wanted to deep throat me. A young guy took over butt fucking me. Black guy dumped a huge load down my throat causing me to choke a bit. The young guy soon bred me. As I tidied myself up, a preppie guy exposed his cock and asked if he can fuck me. Not like I was going to refuse. He has a long downward curving cock which hits my prostate with every thrust. He has a neat and efficient fucking motion. I blew my load shortly after he came inside me. Nice. I find once you start an action, others tend to want a piece too.

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

Part 3: It was about a week later when I came crawling back to BBRT. I'd spent the first day or two pretending it never happened, the next two telling myself he was just fantasizing like me, and the next few dying to find out if he was for real. I reopened the site, logged in, unblocked his account, and searched for his profile. He was still there, still grinning in his profile picture, with most of his thick cock just outside the frame. He was online. I took a breath, then wrote a message. ”Hey man. Sorry I blocked you, I freaked out for a second the other day. Hope there's no hard feelings. What are you up to?" Thank god he was on now, I'm not sure how long I would have been able to wait for a reply. I smiled when I saw the new message notification. "It's OK, boy. You said you were new, after all. You know what you want in your heart, even if you're not quite ready to accept it yet. I've been there. Anyway, I'm well, about to head out to a bar and grab a beer. My balls are full, but I usually find good ass whenever I go to this place. If you're not doing anything other than jerking off, you should come meet me. I don't bite." As I finished reading his message, I saw that he'd unlocked his pictures. They were even hotter than I imagined. His thick cock buried to the bush in 3 different bottoms. Tattoos on his thick arms and broad shoulders. Shit. Was I going to do this? "Thanks 😛 lol I hear you. I'm feeling thirsty. Where are you going, and when are you gonna be there?" A few minutes passed. “Attaboy. The Eagle, half an hour. I'll be wearing a hoodie, shorts, black nikes and a chain. Come find me." I could make that work. I didn't reply. It was like I was on autopilot. Before I knew it, I was showered, getting in my car, driving over, and finding a parking spot. As I turned the car off, jumped out and locked the door behind me, it began to sink in. What in the fuck was I doing? I unlocked the car, got back in, paused for a moment, and got back out. Fuck. I walked towards the entrance and fished out my ID and some cash just in case, but no one was at the entrance. The bar was decently busy, with a good amount of guys in their 30s, 40s, and 50s. Hoodie, shorts, nikes, chain. Where was he? Anonymity was a blessing and a curse. Yes, I had my instructions on how to find him, but finding him meant walking around the bar and eye fucking half the guys there. I tried not to be obvious as I sized people up. I started with the shoes so I'd have some plausible deniability, but that meant when I had a match and moved up to shorts, it'd look like I was checking out their bulges and asses. Which, let's be honest, I also did. I was fucking horny. At least two guys caught me looking and laughed or winked, but I tried to hide my blushing and kept searching. After a few minutes, I decided beer first, random hot guy later. He may not have even made it. Maybe he flaked, and I'd head home and see my profile blocked on BBRT too. I could have a drink here, relax, go home, jerk off, and let this all go. But as I walked in to the dim indoor section, I saw the outline of a guy casually leaning by the bar, beer bottle in hand. I looked down. Black nikes. Higher up now. Shorts. BIG bulge. Fuck. Was he commando? Hoodie. Check. As I checked for a chain, I looked up and saw his piercing eyes staring back at me. My brain fried for a second. He grinned, untucked the chain from his under his hoodie, and walked up to me. Fuck. ”Hey boy. You look thirsty. Need a drink?"

Jackson could not believe what he just saw and what he just experienced. His ladies man friend Stephen was doing this for money? Well, to be honest it wasn't just for the money. It was for a shit ton of money, (If you know you know.) Jackson just had a great blow job. Okay, he had the best damn bj he thought possible. When they sat in Chris's office Jackson was speechless at first. So Chris did all the talking. "If you agree to do this we will give you a fake name so no one searching your real one will see this. You will not be in a production like you just saw. You will be with someone more your size, in all areas. We will begin with recordings of you doing hard workouts naked. Give the customers a preview of that sexy body you have. Then you jacking off. Get a great shot of your clean load. For that we will pay you $2000. The more you do the more you make. Your friend had made over Ten Thousand. He has just arrived and will be making his first top movie. You can watch if you like." Jackson agreed to this. His mind was spinning about all that was happening. He thought he could never believe his friend did this unless he saw for himself. They went to a different set. Jackson sat down to watch on a monitor and not a one way mirror like before. "This set isn't able to have people not in the movie or making it be able to sit in. The sound is too bad. The monitor works and gets great def. You won't be able to hear this one. Jackson had seen Stephen naked before but now he noticed he had a tattoo. It was a biohazard sign on his chest. Jackson was unable to hear because they didn't want to reveal what was going to happen just yet. For us though we will be able to hear it just fine. Chris:" Well, hello little neg boy. You ready for your first Poz cock inside of you?" This kid, he had to be 18 or 19 at the most was a skinny ginger with a smallish dick. "Yes sir, I was born to be a bottom to Poz Daddies like you." "Let's get started. Suck my cock boy. Make me hard." The lad did as told. He got on his knees and took Stephen's dick deep in his mouth. Fuck, you got a nice mouth. If I wasn't here to do a job I might just let you finish." After a few minutes Stephen pulled the lad's hair to get him to stop. He seemed to enjoy that. "Get on that sling. I am going to look into your eyes as you get your first Poz load in you." The lad did as told. Stephen grabbed a toothbrush and inserted it into the lad's hole. Watching, Jackson was confused about this. Soon Stephen pulled out the toothbrush and said that it was really bloody. He was good and ready for the toxicity coming to him. Stephen lubed him up and then shoved his dick inside this neg slut. He yelled out in lust. "Yes. Yes, yes yes yes. Fuck me. Fuck my boi pussy. Fuck me hard and deep. Please Poz me sir. Poz me! I want your HIV!" It really didn't take that long. When the lad shot what would become his last neg load Stephen started to go faster and harder. "Here it comes boy. Here comes my toxic Poz HIV cum into your bloody and torn up asshole. Get ready it's happening now. Stephen watched as his victim took his cum. He was excited and cheering this. Afterwards he pulled himself out and put a plug in. " No cumming until you test positive. Understand?" He nodded yes. He gave the lad a kiss and left. Jackson has also shot a load while watching. He knee he was in. Only he did not know what that meant just yet.

After a year on the east coast, I'm back in Los Angeles. Ran into a familiar face at a local bar Friday night and after a few rounds ended up at his place with his fat cock pumping my mouth unloading it all down my throat. Walked home and stopped by a local cruise park where I waited for someone to suck me off. Let's just say, I wasn't disappointed here either 😏

As I've gotten older it was taking longer to cum, but getting more exercise has improved my stamina and performance in bed and out. It still takes me longer to recover for the next round but continuing to exercise should help with that.

1. It's not my first choice but if you express a desire I'll go with it. 2. I love having my choice of which ass to fuck and which cock to ride but a threesome of versatile men is my preference group size. 3. Some bottoms are just tighter than others, especially with bottoms who exercise their inner muscles regularly. 4. It feels good both ways but I prefer ramming my cock in as deep as I can from the first shot, then pulling out a little and ramming it back in for the second blast, etc... 5. Going balls deep in one hard thrust depends entirely on how the first inch in feels going in. I personally use big toys to make sure I can take anything in my ass. 6. When I have a bad day I go to the arcade and take as many raw loads as I can and then go home and fuck my wife with all those loads in my guts. 7. c, a, b, d, although I prefer edging with my cock balls deep to make it last as long as possible so I have a more intense orgasm.

Interesting day at the arcade yesterday. Two booths side by side in the back corner, no glory hole between them but one between my booth and the one on the adjacent aisle. I’m in my jockstrap, shirt and shoes only, my shorts lying on the booth bench. This guy comes in with a rather large woman, a rare event for sure, to the adjacent booth. He stands on the back wall of their booth while she pulls her skirt up, bends over with her wide ass out the door and starts sucking him off. Obviously, they want attention with her ass like it was. Two guys who are regulars who I don’t play with there come up behind her in this narrow hall space to watch. I’m standing in my doorway watching them behind her. They start rubbing their crotches, one pulls his dick out while the other uses his hands on her. The guy with the woman encourages the guys to fuck her but neither make the move. One actually reaches over her to fondle the dude. A couple more guys show up and appear to be watching but no one is touching her. It was funny and sad at the same time. About that time I hear a commotion on the other side of my glory hole. I bend down to take a look and see two young guys going at it, my ass towards my door. They are much more interesting to me so I’m watching this rather than the couple next to me. I feel a hand touch my ass. I don’t want to look to see who it is. Besides, I’m enjoying the show through the hole. After a minute I feel the fingers enter my lubed ass. A few minutes of this and I’m now taking his cock and the ride begins. I hit some poppers and relaxed never once taking my eye off the gloryhole. The black dude is now fucking the white dude with my face less than a foot away. He blows his load up the white kid’s ass and they start to whisper thanks to each other. The man in my ass thrusts until he stiffens, blows his load, pulls out, zips up and walks away and I hear the entry door when he leaves the arcade. I have no clue who he was, just that I fulfilled his need and got the load. The couple next to my booth are getting dressed, giving up on whatever fantasy they had going on since no one would touch her. They leave and the regulars go back on the hunt for more cock.

Just had a Top from Grindr come over. He was built and had a 8" rock hard cock. He fucked a load in me and then went for round 2. He totally gaped my hole and when he pulled out to look at it he said Your Open lol

Part 3: I was scared that my boyfriend's friend had seen me, and I was stressed for a few days that my boyfriend would find out about my secret activities. My boyfriend organized a dinner party the following weekend, and invited a few friends, including the one I'd seen at the beat. I was very nervous throughout the party, but he never said anything so I assumed that I had been successful in leaving the beat that day without him seeing me. Phew. Safe for now. Well, a few days later and I was horny again. I shouldn't be thinking about cruising at beats, but I was horny. It's like a drug and I was addicted. I was monogamous, but I also had an addiction, and this afternoon was one of those days when the addiction won. I needed to visit the beat. I was extra careful, I didn't want to bump into the friend and let him see me there, so I kept my distance from the beat and just watched for a while. I decided that I'd go straight into a cubicle and only play through the glory hole. That way, no one would see my face and recognize me. I felt like the coast was clear enough, so I made my way in. I was supposed to be monogamous but I was too horny, and I told myself I'd just go one more time and I would only let myself suck or be sucked. No fucking allowed this time. Then that would be it. I'd get it out of my system and I'd be able to move on and be faithful to my boyfriend again. I walked in quickly. Both cubicles were empty so I chose the same one I'd been in with the ginger guy last time. A guy was at the urinals and I think I'd seen him around before, so I was fairly sure he'd be cruising too. I closed and locked the cubicle door, pulled my pants down, and waited. I didn't have to wait long. A guy entered the other cubicle, I assume the guy who'd just been at the urinal because it was too quick for anyone new to have entered the facility. Some foot tapping under the partition from both of us signaled that play time was on. I beckoned him through the glory hole, to show him that I wanted his dick. He was obviously keen because he stood up immediately and I was soon staring directly at a nice semi hard cock. I wasted no time and took him in my mouth, letting my tongue make love to his mushroom head. I had him fully hard in no time. Nice cock, slightly above average I think. Very tasty. I wanted it to last for a while, but in a beat situation it's often a quickie, and that's what happened here. I felt him tense up, grunt, and reward my efforts with a mouthful of delicious cum. He pulled back through the glory hole, and left. I stayed put. I was still horny and I heard a couple of guys walk in, so I didn't want to leave while they were still around. Moments later, both of them entered the cubicle and one had his cock through the glory hole before they'd even managed to close the door. It was a larger cock than the previous one, and I wanted to suck it, but I hesitated because there were two guys in the other cubicle and it felt risky. I must have paused too long because I heard a voice telling me to "suck it, it sounded like the last guy enjoyed it", so I did. I gave him the save treatment with swirling my tongue over his head while massaging the shaft with my hands. It was a great dick to suck and I thought it'd feel good in my ass, but I was only here to suck, regardless of how horny I was. His cock was throbbing, I could tell he was enjoying it and I was doing a good job, and then came the next instruction from over the cubicle wall "turn around and let me fuck you". I kept sucking but got a bit scared about the possibility of someone outside overhearing us, and he said it again, but slightly louder "I want to fuck you". I weighed up my options and thought it'd be better to get fucked than get caught, so I did what he wanted. I turned around and back my ass up to the glory hole, guiding his dick in at the same time. As soon as my ass was against the wall, he took over and started fucking me, thrusting his bare cock in and out, finally thrusting deep and yelling "fuck yeah, take my load". I had forgotten that there were two of them in that cubicle until he said "I'm going to pull out now, but keep your ass exactly where it is, my friend wants a turn". Shit. I'd forgotten about the other guy, but I didn't want to disobey the loud guy. He was obviously not shy about attracting attention. I stayed exactly in the same spot as the first guy pulled out and a dollop of his cum fell to the floor. I heard "we can't waste that, it'll be good lube" and he scooped the cum off the floor, coated his friend's dick, and his friend pushed his bare cock inside me. The friend started thrusting right away. He was much quieter than the first one, which was a relief, but I could hear a running commentary: "That's so hot watching you fuck him bareback" and "so hot that you're using my cum as lube" and "you're going to breed him too, aren't you?". That last one was answered by a demonstration rather than with words. His cock pulsed and I heard a soft groan, and I knew I'd just taken another random load. I came too, shooting my load over the cubicle floor. That's two random anonymous loads in my monogamous ass. The second guy finished and they both left the cubicle, and after washing hands, I heard them leave the facility. I waited for a couple of minutes and decided I needed to leave. No one else had entered, so I figured it was safe to make my escape. I took a few steps outside, and came face to face with my boyfriend's friend, chatting to another guy. The same one who I thought I'd snuck past last time. "Fancy seeing you here. What a coincidence" to be continued...

My name is John, i'm 24, average height, slim build with soft brown hair and blue eyes, I'm not the best looking guy but I get my fair share of attention. i'd finished university in the summer, split up with my boyfriend and started my graduate job in a large business firm in the city. The company managed product development for major companies and brands so I was thrilled to get a place within such big company. My parents always told me to never turn down an opportunity that could take you somewhere. After working in the office for a few months I quickly got used to the fast pace, that started to creep into every part of my life. After working all week, putting in 50 hours, I was normally exhausted on a Friday night and would just head straight home and masturbate for as long as I could, it had been ages since I'd had sex, with work being so busy. That is however, until I got talked into going to a bar by one of my co-workers. He was married, unhappy about it, and constantly stressed in work. We went to a bar a couple of streets away from the office, It was dark and you would walk past it if you didn't know it was there. It wasn't the sort of place I imagined anyone in work would go to, least of all Mick. We sat at the bar and was served by an overly flirtatious girl, I rolled my eyes now realising why Mick came here; "Not your type then?" Mick asked me "She's certainly not anything I'm looking for." I said, realising i'd probably said too much. "Oh shit, I didn't realise you were gay, don't worry about it my nephew is gay, It doesn't bother me." "I...er... please don't tell anyone in work. It's hard enough being new without them knowing." I pleaded "John... relax, lets have a drink and i'll point you in the direction of the gay bars in the city, you need to try stop thinking about work all the time." We finished our drinks and after Mick had bitched about work and his family we headed out. He told me what train to get and explained where to go from there. I thanked him for the drink and told him I'd see him on Monday. Little did I know what was coming. I took the train to a part of the city I'd never been to before, walked the short distance and found a few bars with guys hanging around outside smoking. I walked into the bar with the least amount of guys hanging around outside, hopefully it meant the bar was quieter. I just wanted a couple of drinks and maybe a dance-floor fumble, I was still exhausted and hadn't prepared for any kind of sex, my pubes hadn't been trimmed for weeks and my ass wasn't clean. I grabbed a drink and found a stool at a table in the corner of a small but open bar and dance floor area. It was inoffensive and there was an okay selection of guys. Mostly in their 30's and upwards but I didn't mind a slightly mature guy. They tended to be less pushy. After nursing my drink for about 10 minutes or so a guy sat down across from me. He was in his late 40's, maybe. Good hair, perfect smile and from what I could see he kept himself in shape. It was his crisp white shirt that first caught my eye. "Hey, I'm Tom." It took me a minute to register what he said, I was lost in his bright blue eyes. "I'm John" I mumbled out, I couldn't stop looking into his eyes. "Are you here by yourself?" He asked, breaking our gaze and looking around the room. Once I regained my composure I smiled at him. "I've just came from work and was just looking for a quick drink, I'm not looking for anything else tonight." "You're a bit presumptive kid" he said laughing "How about I buy you one more drink, and then once we've chatted a bit you can try turn down my sexual advances then" He smirked at me and his blue eyes narrowed in a dangerous way, he turned for the bar and I found myself just sitting there. I wasn't normally as direct with guys, but there was something about Tom that made me feel slightly scared, even if my cock was growing in my briefs. Tom came back with two drinks, he handed mine over and I took a few long sips, trying to avoid conversation. "Sorry it took a while, I bumped into a few friends at the bar.... so, I'm guessing you're not from around here?" "I just moved to the city after I graduated, I got a job in the city. A friend told me about here, tonight, I thought I'd come take a look, I've not been out much since I moved." I quickly finished the rest of my drink, completely embarrassed by how pathetic I sounded. We chatted for another half hour or so, my cock stayed hard the entire time. I told him about myself, where I grew up, what I studied, how I've only had one boyfriend at Uni and how I hadn't had sex since we split up. He just sat there the entire time staring into my eyes, I realised I hadn't asked him anything about himself. "Sorry Tom I've not even asked you anything about yourself." "Don't worry about me, I find you very interesting. How did you and your ex have sex?" I was surprised, I wasn't expecting such a blunt question, I guessed it was only fair after our conversation earlier. "Well...I'm versatile, but I mostly fucked him" I said timidly "You cum in his ass boy?" "I...eh...no, we only played safe, the condom broke once, but we stopped." I was surprised at myself for telling this stranger about me and my ex's sex life. "I'm sorry Tom, I really should be going home, thank you for the drink." I stood up and turned towards the door. Tom stood as quickly as I had. He was six foot, and his chest and arms looked very buff. I glanced at his crotch too and he had a nice bulge under his black suit trousers. "Wow kid, slow down, just asking you some friendly questions. If you insist on leaving, at least let me walk you back to the train station. It's easy to get a bit disorientated in this part of town." I let him walk me down the street towards the train station, the fresh air must have gone to my head, I was beginning to feel a bit dizzy and my vision was getting blurry. I felt Toms' arm around my waist holding me up, we turned a corner. I didn't remember walking this much when I first got off the train. "Whats happening...I don't feel right" I mumbled finding it harder to walk now. "Shhh...Not much farther, my car is park just over here. You must have had too much to drink...." Tom said with a wicked smile, although I couldn't see it. We walked a bit further and I heard the sound of a car door being opened, I felt myself being laid across the back seat, too limp to say no. While lying there with my eyes closed I could hear mumbled voices outside of the car, I think I heard Tom say; "I'm going to claim him first, I'll text you when he's ready"

It’s like a second coming out, coming out as a bottom. You come to terms with being gay which society deemed “less than” being heterosexual (at least back in the day). Then you have to come to terms with being “less than” a top (I mean in society’s judgement). I used to claim “top” and “bottom” were constructs and that we were all verse, but as the years went by and I never, ever topped I had to admit I’m a complete, gold star bottom. Topping is as against my nature as fucking a woman.

FICTIONAL STORY! It was a normal Friday night out in Berlin and I had met up with some friends to grab a drink in a newly opened gay bar in centre of town. The crowd was young & cute like me (FYI i’m a 19 y/o twink). People mostly stayed in their respective groups, distinctly cornered in, throwing a look now and then over the room at other boys. Yet they didn’t take the initiative to move over taking the initial contact. Like most young people the self-confidence clearly had no correspondence to the appearance so a lot of alcohol is consumed to ease the tensions and inhibitions. And like every weekend we drank quite a lot. We had a good time, drinking and laughing, but around 4:30 in the morning it was time to head on for something else. A part of the group wanted to go to a bar where they play mainstream pop music. This very small bar was always fully packed, and it was hard for anyone to really move around. The toilet queue was awfully long, and getting a drink in the bar took so long that you got sober by waiting. This was at least my opinion, but my friends didn’t agree. We, therefore, split and I left them to their miserable choice. My mind was up for some trance music at a nice bar filled with straight acting, well-tuned cute guys. The bar I went to had an open atmosphere, 3 floors: one for trance music downstairs, one for mellow dance music upstairs and a dark room on the top floor. I never visited a dark room before and couldn't understand why people want be fucked by unknown guys in the dark.. I arrived club around five-o-clock in the morning. The dance floor was packed. I drank, chatted to people and danced to a great DJ for three hours which felt shorter than that. Around eight only 15 people were left. I headed for the bar and ordered a last vodka-tonic, although I was quite drunk already. After a while two very hot Arab guys came up and sat next to me. They were wearing tight t-shirts so I could see every detail of their muscular bodies. I think that they were a few years older than me, but max 21-22. We started to chat loosely: they asked me if I was alone and if I lived in Berlin. One of them put his hand on my thigh and caressed me slowly; the other moved his hand inside my shirt and over my back. It felt they were going forward a little bit too quickly so I escaped the situation by saying that I needed to go to the toilet. I went upstairs to the toilets on the second floor, where there was no one. I could feel I was turned on by the touching and wondered what to do next. I had never been with two guys before. If it was only one than things would be a bit easier. When I got out of the toilet one of the guys stood outside waiting for me. He smiled and asked me if I was intimidated by both of them touching me. “Somewhat” I replied. “Which of us do you like the most?” he asked. “I think you’re both cute” I said and added “and very sexy”. “You’re very sexy too and I could see when you went away that you have a nice little bubble butt ass” he replied. “Thanks!” I flushed a little bit embarrassed. “So if it was just me, would you like to have some fun?” he asked. I looked at his hot muscular body and could hear myself saying: “Yes, why not”. “We can go to my place. I don’t live far from here” I suggested. “No, my friend is waiting downstairs and I’d prefer that we just go up to the dark room” he said and smiled. “Well… I don’t really like dark rooms, because you don’t know which guys are in there” I replied. “It’s ok” he assured, “the club is almost empty by now and there would be no one there except for us. So come on, I can tell for sure that both of us want a little fun” he insisted. “Just a quick one… you suck my big dick and afterwards I suck you.. Okay?” He put his hand over his package and I could see a distinct, large bulb on his jeans. “OMG! I need that big Arab cock in my mouth” I thought to myself. He approached me, pressed his body against mine and started to kiss me with deep tongue movements. Wow, this guy knew how to kiss! It felt like heaven! Impossible to resist. At this time I was quite drunk and his gentle treatment of kissing and caressing my cock with his hand inside my jeans. “You’re hard and horny! so let’s go…” he said, and took my hand and led me up the stairs to the dark room. Up there he opened my jeans, pulled them down completely to the ground and sat in front of me. My cock swelled hard as he took it in his mouth and worked it good. One of his hands went off to my ass and started to play with my hole. One finger went in, then two. Slowly he started to finger fuck my my ass. I felt a burning sensation in my ass, but his lips around my cock was so hot that it overpowered that sensation. Was he preparing me so he could fuck me? That wasn’t the deal! But the fingers in my ass felt so good that I couldn’t protest. After a while, he stood up, we kissed with deep tongues. Then he pushed my head down to his big dick. I followed his every move and the orders he gave me, and it was clear who was in charge. My ass started to feel empty so I tried to put some of my own fingers in side my open hole He slapped my face with his XL-sized dick before he pressed it down my throat. His cock went down all the way and he fucked me rather roughly until gasped for air. He noticed I was choking and gave me a fraction of a second to breathe in before he continued pressing it down as deep as he could. The taste of salty sperm mixed up with saliva filled my palate; I had to swallow some to keep up with his intense and deep mouth fucking. He ordered me to lift my ass up so I did was I was told. Suddenly I could hear him whisper something in Arabic. A second later I felt someone coming up from behind putting his hands on my buttocks. I had thought that we were alone in the dark room. Who was this third person who now wanted to join in? Was it his friend who had gone up earlier to wait for us? It’s clear that they planned this from the start. The other guy immediately took over my ass. I felt a small plastic tube enter my ass. A few seconds later i felt a liquid filling my ass. Then he pulled the tube out. Thinking it was lube i didn’t react. Two fingers began to slide in my ass. As my ass became more open he added more. There was a feeling that was spreading to my body. I began to sweat and I felt more horny that I could ever feel. I thought that this was due to considerable amount of alcohol in my body so I stopped sucking and was about to stand up to take a break. The Arab guy in front of me noticed my hesitation and quickly locked both of my hands and put his arm around my neck. He was much stronger than me, and although I tried to resist I couldn’t get away. Suddenly I felt the guy behind me trying to push his big cock in my ass. The pain of this thick cock ploughing its way into my tight ass was sobering me up. Desperately my hands fought to get released but all in vain. “Please wait!” I squeaked, “I need to…” “What is it? Don’t you want to play anymore?” one of the guys interrupted. “Well, just let me get some lube and a condom from my pocket” I begged. “No way! I only fuck without condom or lube. Open up slut! ” he grunted. I wanted to reply but he silenced me quickly by pulling my head back by a steady grip around my hair with one hand and putting the other over my mouth. An extremely intense and very rough fucking followed. I could feel every inch of his big cock as it forced its way in and out in what felt like an eternity. It was almost like my ass would turn inside out of the deep ploughing and I felt my anus swelling. Inside me every show of the top of his cock sent electric shocks through my entire body. After a while my whining changed into groaning and moaning. His friends slapped my face and rammed his cock into my mouth to shut me up. Something started to take over my mind and I began to have thoughts about wanting bigger cocks in my ass and begin a total bottom slut. My ass was now completely open to serve his raw huge cock. The Arab guy behind me started to moan louder and louder. With a deep grunt he filled my insides deep with a huge amount of cum. He withdrew and got up in front of me ordering me to suck and lick his cock clean. I did as I was told and swallowed every drop. “Good boy! Our sperm will change you for good!” he said. “Now, lie down on the floor!” his friend commanded. He forced me to lie down with my chest facing the floor. He got on top and guided his huge cock towards my hole. He pushed into me; I felt the head enter me. A moan escaped my lips. He almost pulled out fully and then he just rammed it in full force. “Now, we’re going to see if I can fuck this slut even harder.” They both put up a laugh of joy and excitement. He fucked me harder and faster. “I saw how you looked at my cock down in the bar, craving it. We are converting you into a load taking slut. You think that you can return to your normal life, but within a few weeks you will give in to your true calling; big raw dicks and cum”. He kissed me on the check and licked my ear. Then he intensified the fucking; I felt the entire weight of his muscular body as he pumped my ass with his massive cock like a machine spinning out of control. By now the penetration went more smoothly because of the generous load that his friend had previously delivered in my butthole, which functioned as a perfect natural lubricant. My ass had also got more used to the rough fucking and had opened up considerably by the penetrations of his friend’s large cock fucking me so violently. Something in my mind took over and i started to enjoy having this good-looking, young sexy Arab stallion plowing my ass hard. I was their little white toy! And when he started hitting my G-Spot I was in pure ecstasy. “Yes, do me as hard as you can” i blurted out. “We own you now that our DNA is deep inside you” he whispered in my ear. Then he came with a roaring and we were both exploded as he shot several streams of hot cum deep inside of me. Then he and his friend dressed quickly, gave me a kiss and left. I sat for a while in the dark to get myself together. What was it I had experienced? My ass was warm and swollen with cum of the two guys dripping out. A smile spread over my face. I started to jerk myself and came quickly. I left the dark room and the club. On my way home I stopped by a gay sauna that had opened its door in the morning hour. I went in, changed, sat at the bar and ordered a juice. As I sat down at one of the tables a bit away from the bar a young black guy came up to me and asked if he could sit down. “Sure” I said. We were there just with our small towels around our waists. He had a perfect body and he noticed my eyes screening over him. He let his towel open so I could see his enormous dick hanging in the open. My eyes couldn’t help staring at it. “I saw you in the dark room. I was hiding in a corner with a friend when you came in. The two guys fucked you up good” he said. His words took me by surprise and I didn’t know what to say. “They knew exactly what to do to change you into a willing bottom” he added. “They knew what to do?” I replied. “Yes! The fact that you’ve come to this sauna and didn’t go straight home or to the police or anything must mean that you want more” he said smiling. He started to stroked his hand over his big cock that had started to rise. “Let’s go to my cabin and i will tell you what they did to change you into a willing slut. I’m not like them!” he said comfortingly. He took my hand and caressed it gently. I looked at his cock and felt how mine grew to create a visible bulb under the towel. He noticed and said smilingly “That’s clearly a YES!”. We stood up and walked up two floors to his cabin were we dropped the towels and started to kiss. Then suddenly I was grabbed from behind by two other black guys. I was pinned down with my face pressed into the mattress. “Hold his arm still” one of them said. I felt how my bicep was tied of with a band. Then I felt a needle stabbing my arm. “Like I promised I will tell you what they did: When they fingered you they loaded your ass with a drug called Meth!” the black guy said. “You had no clue what was happing. This is not how we do it. I like to tell my sluts that I injected them with T.” after saying that the band snapped loose. They released me and told me to raise my arm. As I sat up I began to cough. A wave of sluttyness came over me. “This will boost your carving for big dicks and cum. So don’t fight it!” said one of the other black guys. I looked over to them and saw 3 hot black guys stroking their enormous black cocks. And like he said I couldn’t resist it and crawled over to them. “Does he know that we and the two Arabs are POZ? ” whispered one guy to the other. “We will tell the slut after we bred him several times!” answered the other one laughing. —THE END —

I joke that a friend used to pimp me out. Fact is, among people I don't know I'm socially awkward and would never approach someone. We once were at a bar watching a baseball game and I indicated that I thought the guy on the other side of my friend was hot. He immediately turned to him and said "My friend thinks you're really hot." I was fucking mortified. But 1/2 hour later I was in his hotel room, doing unspeakable things 🙂 Had I made my move, it probably wouldn't have worked because I don't always come across well. But that intermediary was what I needed!

It was a slow Tuesday night at the Hollywood adult theater in Lake City. Just a handful of guys, none of whom wanted to stick their dick in my mouth. That was unfortunate. I really wanted to take a lovely prick in my mouth, nurse to a full erection and enjoy the taste of semen filling my mouth. I love sucking dick and I'm good at it. Too bad the closet cases and "straight" guys infesting the theater wouldn't let me show them a good time. I was sitting in the gay room alone, idly stroking my cock and watching a pretty boy take a rough raw fucking from a big dicked black guy. I envied the kid. I didn't have the guts to bareback and take loads like I really wanted to. I'd only had two raw cocks cream my ass, and that was only because I was really drunk. Both times I'd been anxious for months afterwards, until I tested negative. That didn't stop me from jerking off remembering the feel of a bare cock in me, the intensely arousing knowledge that the cock was spewing cum in my ass, the feel of it oozing out of my butt and the taste of it when I wiped it off with my fingers and licked them clean. Ah well, I hadn't been drinking that Tuesday night and would content myself to sucking and swallowing. Now, if some faggot would just allow me do that. The door to the theater slammed and few minutes later a middle-aged white guy walked in the room and looked around a bit and left. Figures, goes directly to the gay room, sees a queer with his cock out and leaves. Oh, well. Not long after that the guy came back and looked at me. He stepped directly in front of me, unzipped and took his cock out. I took my glasses off and licked my lips and he stepped forward and stuck his very nice uncut, soft dick in my mouth. At last, a fag who knows what he wants! I lovingly worshipped his prick. I love uncut cocks, especially when they're soft as they slide in my mouth. I love slipping my tongue under the foreskin and licking the head, enjoying the distinct tastes uncut guys get when they aren't too scrupulous about washing. Before long I had him fully hard, a lovely seven inches of moderately thick meat. Unfortunately he pulled out and walked away, stroking his length. Ah, shit! Tease me and walk off. Just my luck. I had just about just about decided to jerk off to the video when the guy came back and stuck his dick in my mouth again. I nursed him again and was starting to taste precum when he pulled out and sat down next to me. He turned his head to me and leaned forward. I did the same and he kissed me aggressively. I returned the kiss eagerly. I love making out with tops when they're as good at it as this guy was. He murmured in my ear "I want fuck you your ass." "Mmm, that would fun. What's your HIV status?" "I'm negative, tested last week." "Great. Use a condom." "Absolutely." He stood up, took a condom out of his pocket and rolled it on his cock. I checked and it was lubed. I stood up and assumed the position, bent over a chair back. "Let me open you up a little." A lubed finger slid in me and worked my ass, then another. He was a little rough and it hurt a little. He rubbed a thick lube in me and got me ready. Fingers pulled out, I felt the condom covered dick rub my asshole and shoved in hard. He was a hard, fast fuck, pounding my ass relentlessly. I was in heaven. He must have screwed me for 15 or 20 minutes. Finally, he humped in hard and held. "Breeding you, bitch! Knocking you up!" Those words puzzled me, no man had ever said that when he fucked me. Whatever, it was a great fuck. My ass was thoroughly reamed out. He pulled out of me and I sat down. He had pulled tissues out and was pulling the condom off his cock. I motioned to him and he stuck his wet cock in my mouth. I carefully licked and sucked him clean, enjoying the taste. Odd though, there was a tangy, greasy edge to it that I'd never tasted before. He leaned down and kissed me, smiling. "Thanks for a great fuck. Welcome to the club." He wrapped the condom with a tissue, dropped them in a nearby trash can and left. I sat with a pleasantly sore ass, puzzling over his last remark. Surely he could tell I had had dicks in my ass before. One of the guys who had watched me get fucked sat down and took my dick in his hands. Mmm, good. I'd love a blowjob or handjob while enjoying that freshly fucked feeling. We made out while we played with each other's cock. He was was large and hard and oozing precum. After a few minutes he broke off and whispered to me. "Do you know that guy?" "No, never saw him before. Why?" Do you know your HIV status? He's poz." The bottom dropped out of my stomach. He had lied to me. Never the less I responded "I'm neg, but that's ok, he used a condom." "Are you sure?" "Yeah, I saw him put it on, felt it when he was in my ass and saw him take it off and throw it in that trash can" pointing to the receptacle in which I had seen the top drop the condom and tissues. The guy reached over and gingerly fished out the tissues and condom, handed the wad of crumpled tissues to me saying simply "Check it." I unwrapped the tissues and looked. The condom was broken and bunched up. I felt the condom and felt what I thought was vaseline, then stood up and looked at the seat of the chair. There was a puddle there. I wiped some up and sniffed. Semen. The guy had doctored the rubber and shot a poz load in my ass. "Fuck. He shot in my ass." "Yeah. I thought as much. He's famous for stealthing guys." "How do you know he's poz?" "He told me. I'm poz too. He's fucked me before. I wish I'd had a chance to tell you. When he fingered your ass did it hurt?" "Yeah, it did. Usually I open really easy, with no pain. His nails were probably a little too long." "That was no accident. He was prepping you for his load. Scratching your asshole and rectum so you'd bleed and be more likely to get infected. I'm sorry, but my guess is that the virus is already in your bloodstream." "What can I do?" "Not much. Stock up on soup and electrolyte drinks. If you get the flu in the next few weeks it means you're infected. Go get tested later." I was sick to my stomach. I'd just been infected with HIV. My dick, however, was rock hard for the first time that evening. The guy next to me stroked my cock. "Odd reaction to getting stealthed." I was breathing hard. I realized that taking a poz load and almost surely getting infected had turned me on more than I'd been in ages. The hand on my cock felt great and I was about to shoot. I kissed the guy next to me and whispered to him "Fuck me and shoot another load of poz cum in me." My cock erupted when I said that. I really meant it. I was free. N o need to use condoms ever again or refuse any man's cock and cum. I was infected with HIV and didn't care if I got other diseases. "I'm really turned on watching you getting fucked and infected. I'd love to fuck your sloppy hole and make it a sure thing. Are you sure?" He held his hand to my mouth and I licked my last neg load from his fingers. I stood up, bent down, and licked the puddle of cum off the seat and tasted semen, assjuice and the coppery taste of blood. Infected, for sure. "Yes, do it. Make sure I'm knocked up." I bent over the back of the chair, reached back and spread my ass cheeks. The oozing head of his infected cock rubbed my asshole and he shoved in hard. My cock was rigid again, although usually it took a while to recover. I was so turned on knowing I had a dirty cock in me and was about to knowingly take dirty cum. He rammed his dick in me, fucking me as hard as the other guy had done earlier. I was in heaven, free at last to glory in pure faggot sex with no worries about anything but pleasing the cock in my ass. He hammered in and shuddered. I could feel his cock jerk and twitch and felt warm wetness in my guts. He moaned in my ear. "Pozzing your ass faggot! Fuckin' infecting you!" My cock twitched and I squirted my soon-to-be dirty cum onto the floor. One of the guys watching bent down and licked it up. My cock stayed hard. The guy rose from the floor, pulled a chair in front of me and bent over it. I stepped up and slid my newly infected cock in his ass. I wonder if he'd heard what the second poz guy had said to me and wondered if he cared. The guy was wet and I'd seen cum oozing out of him. I reveled in the feel of his slick asshole and the knowledge that my cock was bathed in strange cum. In spite of having shot two loads in a few minutes I emptied my balls in him quickly. I stayed in, enjoying the feel of his tight butt on my hard cock. Something nuzzled my well used asshole. I looked around and saw the first guy who'd fucked poz cum into me. He slid into my ass and whispered in my ear "How does it feel to be Another Infected Dicksucker, Son?"

I met a hot trucker at the Red Roof Inn on I95 next to the truckstop. Really hot and amazing dick. He messaged me with the room number and that the door was cracked open. I entered the darkened room and slid on the bed next to him and swallowed his rock hard cock. He was in his early thirties and just wanted a good blowjob. I was happy to oblige. He lay there with just his jeans unzipped watching some straight porn on his phone while I coaxed a thick load from him. Hope he passes back through soon.

Whenever I see this topic I feel compelled to comment. I am a bottom. I always have been and always will be. I started to get bred at 13 by a very big cock and have always been a sloppy bottom ever since. Because of this i am sometimes self conscious about how loose I am. I know it’s probably my own insecurities but over the years there have been instances where tops have commented on how loose I am. I try to not focus on it but it’s always in the back of my mind. Yesterday I hooked up with a younger guy that had a great body and was all top. When he went to fuck me I grabbed his cock to guide him in. I acted like his cock was hard to take but it really wasn’t at all. I do that to make him seem like he is opening me up but there isn’t any need. I could be getting fucked by him with a 9”dildo in me at the same time. lol anyway he didn’t seem to mind and he came fast with a heavy thick load so I guess my pussy did it’s job. I know I will never be tight so I should learn to embrace it.

Part 2 Continued: There I was, bent over with Ginger's amazing tool in my mouth and some random guy's load in my ass. I knew it was wrong, but I was definitely enjoying this experience. Ginger pulled his cock out of my mouth and turned me around. I knew where this was headed but this time I didn't fight it. I didn't even try to say no. Using my spit, Ginger's precum, and the stranger's cum, Ginger slowly slid his thick cock into my willing hole. He went slowly and gently. He knew he was thick and couldn't just ram it in. I still needed to relax and help. His cock wasn't going in easily, but we managed it in the end. Once he was balls deep, Ginger started to really fuck me and I was in heaven. This cock was the thickest I'd had in a long time and it was battering my prostate and sending me into a state of bliss. Of course, in a public beat like that, you can't stay there for a long, slow fuck, so Ginger sped up and seemed to be really trying to destroy my hole. I hoped my boyfriend didn't want to fuck tonight, he wouldn't even touch the sides. I had to brace myself against the wall to help with Ginger's onslaught. The pounding on my prostate sent me over the edge and I shot my load hands free. All over the wall in front of me. My ass tightened as I came and that sent Ginger over the edge too. I could feel his dick pulsing and throbbing inside me. He stopped cumming and stayed deep inside me, both of us panting to catch out breath. His cock softened but it was still thick enough that it never just slipped out. We had to separate and pulling out actually hurt and made me wince. Ginger tidied himself up and left the cubicle. I was still leaning against the wall, pants still around my ankles. Ginger hadn't even bothered to close the door. I heard footsteps approaching and had to act fast to get the door closed and locked before the new guy walked in. I didn't want to be caught in that kind of compromising situation. The new guy must have gone to the urinal because the second cubicle remained empty. I was glad. It gave me a few moments to clean up and get myself in order. I didn't need yet another cock to come through the glory hole. I couldn't. I was supposed to be monogamous. As I left the cubicle, once again vowing that I wouldn't return, I'd be faithful to my boyfriend, I glanced at the urinal and was horrified to see one of my boyfriend's friends standing there, presumably cruising and looking for fun. I rushed out as quickly as I could hoping to escape before he saw me. I think I succeeded. I hoped my naughty secret was safe and I once again berated myself for my actions. I wouldn't do that again. I couldn't do that again. What if the friend had been there earlier? What if he'd been the one to use me through the glory hole? No, I couldn't go back. That was a close call. I'm sure he hadn't seen me. I went home with two loads inside me, one from a stranger with a nice cock and one from a hot ginger with a thick pleasure-giving chunk of man-meat.

Dillon went to work, his hole was leaking some after taking two loads and once inside he went to the bathroom and looked at his ass in the mirror to make sure he did not have a wet spot and he sat on the toilet and let the cum out. After the first gush of cum he dribbled cum for a minute and then whipped his ass and it was tender. He licked his finger and slide it in his hole and then brought it to his mouth and tasted the guys cum. He had really wanted to taste cum so bad this morning so he fingered his ass a few more times and tasted that hot masculine mans cum. His dick started to get hard again and he had to jack off thinking about him. When he came it shot almost to the stall door and landed on the floor in huge globs, He quickly whipped it up just as a co-worker came in. Dillon felt relieved , he got to taste cum and he got to cum again. He felt like he get some work done and all. He heard his phone and it was an email. Dillon looked and the guy from the glory hole hit him up to confirm today. Dillon sent back an email yes I will be there, I need to taste your cum! Then Dillon saw an email from the guy from this morning. Boy, your tongue and mouth on my ass was amazing. You have a great pussy too, looking forward to teaching you hot to be a real cock sucker but until then you can eat my hole as much as you want. Dillon did not respond although he was getting hard again. He tried to work on his project but he seemed to only be able to think about sucking some cock tonight and swallowing their loads. he hopped that guy from last week was there too. He turned off his phone and got to work on his project and by 2 PM he had made a dent in it but turned his phone on and the ding of an email so he quickly looked and there was a email from glory hole. He got worried the guy was cancelling but instead the email read. Hey Cock Sucker, instead of stall three go to stall one. It works the same way and once you see me tap my foot pull off the toilet paper dispenser and get on your knees. Confirm you have this and you will have your fag mouth there at 4PM. Dillon sent an email saying Yes! Dillon could not concentrate and tried to work but had to got the bathroom at 2:30 and touch his hole and jack off. He had never really liked his hole being touched, he had a girlfriend in college that went there and he stopped her. Now it was like electric, still sore but it made his dick even harder. Dillon jacked and soon slipped a finger in his hole and shot all over and this time he hit the door of the stall. Dillon cleaned it up and went back to his desk and saw it was almost 3:00. He decided to work another 30 minutes and then head to the building. He arrived at 3:50 and he waited in the car. He tried to listen to music but all he could think about was sucking dick. He played with his dick and then at 3:59 he walked to the door and went in and headed to stall one. He sat down and his dick was hard as a rock, he pulled it from under the fabric and jacked it while he rubbed his hole and then he hard the door. Stall number two opened and a foot tapped, once, twice and then three times. Dillon pulled up the toilet dispenser and a dick pushed through. It was not the guy from the email nor the other guy but someone new. The dick was really big and thick, dark brown and uncut. Dillon got on his knees and started to suck that big brown dick and licked and tongue the foreskin and the guy moaned, Dillon worked more and more and then pushed back the skin and sucked and licked all over the head and tasted all the guys precum. The guy was leaking big time. Then Dillon sucked and tried to take it all, it was so thick and the guy just moaned and said good fag, that is fag boy. Dillon heard the door and stopped sucking for a minute and and tried to see through the crack in the stall. He could not see anyone. Then he heard something move on the other wall of the stall and a dick slide thought. That was the first guy he sucked, He jacked the big brown dick and leaned over and sucked this guys dick while he jacked the big uncut dick. Dillon was in heaven and he would switch back and fourth and then the Dark Dicked guy spoke. Fag, put your ass up to the hole I want to lick it while you suck dick. Dillon had noticed that the hole on this booth was bigger and he wondered if that is why he was told to move her or if it was because he could suck two dick in this one. The big dark uncut dick pilled out out and Dillon put his ass up the thole and spread his checks and felt a wet tongue lick his hole and he moaned. The guy knew how to tongue a hole and soon was eating Dillon's hole making Dillon leak and suck hard on the other guys dick and then the Latin guy, the accent gave it away said really load. This fucking Fag has cum in his ass. Dillon was busy sucking cock but he was totally ashamed and pissed he let that guy cum inside him but his dick was still rock hard and dripping and then the Latin guy dove in and ate him for two more minutes, spit on Dillon's hole three times and then stood up and pressed his dick up against Dillon's wet hole. Dillon knew he should pull away but the dick slide slowly and somewhat painfully inside his still tight little ass and the guy said Baby, your fag pussy is so tight. Relax your little slut pussy so Papi does not cum to fast. The dick on the other side pulled out and slide some poppers in the hole and gave them to Dillon. The guy had a ring on his left ring finger so he was married. Dillon hit the poppers and his hole opened up and the Latin guy said again slut, Dillon did it again and then the guy fucked him hard for ten minutes and shot his load deep in Dillon. The guys said fucking stay right there you dirty whore and take all Papi's cum. The guy slowly slide out after another two minutes of slow fucking and then whipped his dick off and said, thanks fag, and walked out. Dillon had his hole right against the wall when he heard the door again and the guy he was sucking said slut stay right where you are and do not move. Someone entered and then Dillon felt a finger and then two. The guy said good whore pussy, then pressed his dick up against Dillon's hole and slide inside and slowly fucked him while he moaned and after five minutes he shot his load in Dillon. The guy he was sucking told Dillon to stay put while the guy who had just shot in him did not say a work and walked out. The door again and then he hard two guys in the booth, or he thought it was two. He felt a tongue on his hole and the guy eat his cum filled ass and then stood up and slide his big long dick inside Dillon. The guy had to be 9" but not supper thick and he kept hitting Dillon deep and Dillon loved that dick in his wet hole. It was the hottest dick so far inside him as to how it was making him feel deep inside. The guy fucked him for five minutes and pulled out and then he felt another tongue on his hole and this guy ate his hole for a few minutes and got up and slide in. His dick was a bit thicker and not as long but still felt amazing in his hole. They switched off and on like this for another ten to fifteen minutes and the the thicker of the two shot his load deep and then the long amazing dick fucked Dillon for another five minutes and came hard and they both got dressed and left. Stay right there the guy he had been sucking said as he moved to booth two. He just slide right in in one motion and fucked his hole and said nothing but pounded away. Then the door and Dillon watched the hole and this fat 7'5 inch dick presented itself. It was soft and the guy had ginger hair with some gray hair mixed in with his red hair. Dillon knew the guy had to be older but he had yet to taste any cum and he grabbed the soft dick and started to suck on it, The guy was leaking but did not seem to want to get hard but after five minutes of sucking Dillon felt his dick starting to harden and soon it was a this fat beer can dick and Dillon sucked and licked all over it and the guy started to cum and Dillon sucked and swallowed all his load. The guy came a lot and Dillon loved it and while hew as cleaning up the last of the guys cum the first guy he ever was with shot his load deep inside Dillon's ass and then pulled out and zipped up and left and the guy he had just sucked pressed his dick back through and it was now soft again and Dillon sucked it and in no time it was rock hard again and he did not last long and shot another load even bigger then before. The guy pulled his dick away and closed the hole and disappeared without a word. Dillon sat on the toilet ready to jack off but thought maybe someone else would enter but after ten minutes he shot his wad and left with the cums till inside him.

Part 2 After I heard the car door open and close, I blacked out. I woke up in a massive bed. The room had no furniture in it except for the bed and a side table next to it. The wall was a full mirror as was the ceiling. I sat up and looked around. At that moment the door opened. It was Tom, he walked into the room smiling, still wearing his black slacks and white shirt. “Hey sleepy head, you blacked out. How are you feeling?” “Where am I?” “I brought you back to my place, I didn’t know where you lived so had no choice really. Look it’s only about 1 in the morning, you weren’t out for long. Why don’t you have a shower and I’ll drive you home?” I had so many thoughts racing through my head, mostly I was relieved that nothing bad had happened. I really needed to piss and I’d been in bed with my clothes on so I felt a bit sticky and sweaty. I agreed and Tom showed me an ensuite bathroom. When I was having my shower I noticed an enema attachment on one of the hoses. I thought I owed Tom a good night seeing as he helped me. So I cleaned myself out, just in case. Once out the shower, I went back into the bedroom to find Tom sitting on the edge of the bed, fully dressed. I was just in my towel and blushed as I looked around for my clothes. “Come over here, let me dry you off boy.” Tom said smiling at me, calling me boy made me cock twitch. Tom started to rub my towel over my body, he carefully opened it up to reveal my now growing cock. I blushed. He took the towel and carefully made sure I was completely dry, focusing especially on my ass and cock. “Hmm, you’re a bit bushy down there boy” “Sorry, it’s been a while” “Don’t worry about it, let me tidy you up.” Tom said with a wink. I’d never had another guy shave any part of me before, I wasn’t particularly hairy but I’d left myself for too long. Tom took me to the ensuite and lathered up some soap over my cock and balls, teasingly jerking my cock a few times. He then took an open razor and clean shaved my entire crotch, I hadn’t been that smooth since before puberty. He turned me around and did the same to my ass. Once he was satisfied I was smooth he put me in the shower again and told me to rinse off. “Did you clean your ass for me boy?” I nodded and explained that I felt I had to make it up to him for looking after me. He just smiled and turned back to the bedroom. I rinsed off, grabbed a towel and followed him. Once in the bedroom he again sat on the bed and dried me off. I just stood there hard as a rock. I leant down towards him to kiss him but he pulled away and took the back of my head and forced it into his crotch. “Been wanting to do that all night kiddo.” I started nuzzling his crotch and then slowly undid the zipper and pulled out the biggest cock I’ve ever seen. It was semi hard and already about 8 inches and as thick as a beer can. I gulped. “Don’t worry boy I don’t expect you to take all of it but a little tease wont hurt.” Tom lifted me onto the bed we 69’d, he had his clothes on the entire time. I managed to get just past the head of his cock in my mouth and was beginning to enjoy myself when I realised he was sliding his finger into my ass, he had used just spit and it scratched a little as he pushed in. “Fuck boy, you’ve got a tight cunt!” Tom said slapping my ass cheek. He flipped me on to my back and spread my legs wide, eating out my ass. I was moaning like I had never done before. My ex never rimmed me and I hadn’t been fucked in a long time, heck I couldn’t remember the last time I had kissed a guy! It was almost euphoric. Tom grabbed some lube and started fingering my ass, he slowly worked up to 3 of his thick fingers in my hole. He grabbed the lube and started coating his cock. “Have you got a condom?” I asked “I don't have unsafe sex, I’m negative and scared of getting anything. Not that I think you do…” “Shh boy.” Tom said with a wicked smile, he reached to the unit next to the bed and grabbed a Condom. He made a show of tearing it open carefully and sliding it down his now 12in hard cock. The condom barely made it half way down the shaft it was so thick. “Please go slow, it’s been a long time” I whimpered as Toms cock teased at my hole. “I won’t put it all in, just the tip, enough to make you feel good boy.” I sighed as he slid a couple of thick inches into me, he slowly rocked the top of his beautiful cock in and out of my hole, after a while he asked if we could change positions because he wanted to cum. I rolled onto my front and again felt him slide a couple of inches into me. He kept up a steady pace and then I felt his restraint as he came. He didn’t pound deep into me but just pulsed where he was. “Shit, the condom broke” Panic rushed through me like an icy chill. “Are you sure, shit, are you clean. Fuck” I got up and immediately ran to the bathroom, I started to try push out his cum but it must have been deeper than I thought because nothing came out, when I wiped my ass there was some blood on the toilet tissue. “Look kiddo it happens, don’t let it ruin the fun” Tom said while pulling me in for a tight hug. I felt his strong arms hold me in place and his cock grow again slightly. Although he never said if he was clean or not, but I didn’t dwell on it. When I glanced at his now sweaty shirt I could see colours of a tattoo under his shirt, but I couldn’t make them out. Tom gave me my clothes and he took me back to my apartment, as I was getting out the car he took my hand. “John, I’m sorry if tonight seemed a bit much.. I’ll come and pick you up tomorrow and take you for some drinks to make up for tonight. I won’t take no for an answer boy” “I normally have stuff on over the weekend and I enjoyed myself but I should probably go and get myself checked tomorrow and… “ I babbled on “Kiddo, I’m picking you up tomorrow, end of discussion.” With that he let go of my hand, pushed me back and slammed the car door. He drove off, leaving me at the side of the road, not quite sure what had happened, and what was to come.

Eventually they let me go. I stumbled to a seat, pulled-up my underwear and jeans and sat there, feeling like a pig, as cum soaked through my clothing, only to be absorbed into the seat cover. Men came and went, watching the movies and drinking cans of beer. I guess I must have drifted off 'cause when I awoke it was late in the evening. The cinema was still full, but the clientele had changed. There were more older men, rough looking, some looking like they hadn't washed recently. I asked a guy next to me the time, and what was going on. He replied the cinema had a special reduced price once a week for retired guys, or guys on benefits, real trolls, and that meant most other guys stayed away. As I looked around I realised I was the youngest guy in the cinema, and the I was surrounded by guys who were watching me as much as watching the film. I also noticed several of the men were jerking themselves, cocks protruding from stained trousers beneath their fat bellies. My throat went dry and I felt my own cock stiffening in my pants. A man in an old jumper offered me his fat cock and I leaned over to suck him. His cock tasted salty and his groin smelled of piss. That was apparently a signal to the rest of the men, because within seconds there was a free-for-all, and I was theirs for the taking: I was surrounded, hands investigated my body, slid under my shirt, felt-up my chest, and even went so far as to jerk the cock in my mouth. I grunted with approval, only to find a bottle of poppers had been thrust under my nose. Next my shirt was gone and rough fingers pinched my nipples. I staggered to my feet, sensing this was too much, and aghast I had allowed old, bloated wretches to take command of my body, but at the same time the poppers were swirling in my brain and I nearly fainted. Hands grabbed my arms to steady me and someone whispered. "Steady kid, we 'aint gonna hurt you." They dragged my trousers and pants down, and I heard them hiss with anticipation as my cock sprang up stiff as a poker. Immediately, a balding old man bent and took it in his mouth, his lips encrusted with cold-sores. "Nooo!" I instinctively murmured, even as I thought his services felt excellent. Then a man in the row behind leaned forward and kissed me, his unshaven face rubbing against mine, and his tobacco breath in my nostrils. His shirt was open, and he guided my hands to his fat, sweaty tits which sported rings in the nipples. Slowly, ever so gently, he pulled me forward until I was bent over the seat back where somehow I found his heavy, veiny cock in my mouth. He stroked my hair in a strangely gentle way as he simultaneously reached back, pulled my cheeks apart, exposing my arsehole. I felt other hands on my hips and looked back to see a man old enough to be my grandfather leering at me with a gap-toothed smile. Before I could react, his cock was sliding into me as the fat man held my shoulders down onto the seat back. "P..please.. stop," I gasped, "let me go!" I felt the cock in me swell and throb as it came and the fat man bent and whispered into my ear "You're a good boy 'ain't you? You want to look after us don't you?" Another cock slid into me carrying god knows what diseases, but his hands were so gentle as they smoothed my hair and his voice was so soothing I could only submit and offer my hole for his use....

One of the guys standing against the wall pulled up his trousers and dug a tissue from his pocket, wiping the crack of his arse before fastening up his belt and leaving through the door into the corridor. I looked around at the group of men who had followed me into the cinema and felt my heart start to pound . I descended the two steps into the standing space and moved against the wall. With trembling fingers, I undid my trousers, and pushed them and my underpants down to my ankles. The man next to me grinned, and offered me a battered tube of KY. I unscrewed the cap, squeezed a dollop onto my fingers and rubbed it into my hole, feeling the cool lube on me. I was only just in time. Several guys squeezed into the space behind me as I gave the lube back and rested my arms on the top of the wall and watched the screen where the twinks were playing. Bodies crowded behind me, and I felt rough fingers pulling my buttocks apart. Suddenly, a long, thin cock probed my cunt and began to slide up me. I gasped with shock and excitement as the smooth length slid right up me and then began to thrust in and out. There were gasps and soft grunts behind me and a voice whispered "Fuck it. Fuck that hole." The man in me lowered his trousers and raised his shirt so I could feel his fat, hairy belly pushing against my arse. It was really hot in that small space, and I began to sweat profusely. Poppers were shoved under my nose, and I gratefully took a deep sniff, feeling my body melt in surrender to the urgent thrusts in and out of my rectum. "Look at that" someone else said, "he fuckin' loves it." The man in me gave a grunt of pleasure as his cock swelled and spurted into me. He sighed happily and pulled out and a gush of his spunk dripped onto the floor. "Christ!" someone laughed. "Dirty little sod's doing it bareback!" There was some jostling behind me, and I looked over my shoulder to see a fat black guy, face running with sweat and shirt unbuttoned to reveal a pair of tits and a huge belly. He dropped his pants, and I just had a glimpse of a dark, fat, veiny cock before he pushed it into me, crushing me against the wall with his bulk. He began to fuck me with slow, delicious strokes until I was gasping for breath and my hole had flowered open around his shaft. "Like that, bitch?" he whispered into my ear. "Like that big cock up your cunt?" I moaned and nodded, thrusting back to meet him and feeling his sweaty belly against my back. "Want my cum, boy?" he breathed, the thrusts in my arse getting faster. I gasped in pleasure and he said "Dirty bitch, came here to get knocked up, didn't you?" I knew what he meant and felt my body shiver with fear, but it was too late now. I was crushed helplessly against the wall. "Gonna give you my poison," he breathed "and you be knocked up good." His hand snaked around and clamped over my mouth and then he gave a loud snort of pleasure and his cock throbbed and swelled, throbbed and swelled and I knew he was pozzing me. When he'd finished, he pulled his cock out of me, scooped up the cum running between my cheeks, and pushed into me with his finger. I heard him laugh and say." Well now, boys, bitch wants knocking up. Who else's got a good strong, dirty load for him?" Next to me was the thin, middle-aged guy who had given me the lube and had been standing naked against the wall, hoping to entice a cock into his flaccid, wrinkly buttocks. The veins stood out on his legs and arms and he had a firm, round pot belly. His cock was rigid as he had watched events, and I saw him give an evil grin, as he said "Me next" The black guy put his face close to mine and whispered. "This guy has full-blown AIDS. You sure you want him?" I said nothing, although my heart pounded in my chest and my mouth was dry with fear. He patted me gently on the shoulder as he said to the other guy "Guess he's all yours, John." The wasted creature got behind me and I felt the first stab of his diseased cock and then it slid up me in a rush. " Oh God" I gasped, taking another his of poppers and giving myself up to depravity. The black guy gently stroked my hair and whispered soothingly "It's ok, kid. Just relax. Take his babies." The man was fucking me like a rabbit and gasping with excitement. "Here it comes!" he gasped and the black guy held my face, turning it to kiss him as the poz spunk began to flow into me. Tears rolled down my cheeks, whether with happiness or fear I couldn't say, but when it was done and the thin man had backed off into the crowd, I could only surrender as the black guy pulled me sideways and bent me over, reaching over to spread my cheeks so the cum could be clearly seen leaking from my hole. "Who's next?" he asked.

No judgement, just curious. And don't feel obligated to answer all the questions. 1. Why do some tops not spank that ass, especially when it's already red? 2. Why do you prefer groups? Is it the depravity of it? 3. Even after all the cocks I've taken, I still get the gasp you're tight comments. Is that true or bs that tops just say? 4. I've asked this before, but what's the impulse to grind an ass deep while cumming when continuing to fuck would feel better? 5. I've never topped, so I'm wondering why so many like to go balls deep pull out all the way, and repeat? Is it the visual of breaching the hole? 6. When you've had a bad day, do you take it out on a bottom? 7. Rank these orgasms: a. cumming while getting fucked (I've had this one), b. cumming after edging (ditto), c. cumming in an ass, d. cumming from bj

The little white balls are Epsom salt balls that have been heat treated in an oven to be completely devoid of water moisture. They are used for two purposes. 1. To absorb water moisture in the poppers 2. To agitate the fluid in the bottle for a consistent vapor release As far as refrigeration, yes it does help. It slows down chemical reactions that cause the poppers to spoil and loose potency. Hope that helps

i brought up more than one topic. Will you be more specific about what you linked this article in response to? There's a lot here and connected to much of what you've written. It also seems we are coming from very different places, which i think puts broader value on this discussion, but also makes it harder to see the others points as they see them. Something i think factors (almost universally?) into this discussion is size. We've only selected a tiny portion of issues, but they're all big. Healthcare is a little more familiar to me because i work in healthcare, front lines. i have 1600 hours taking direct care of Covid+ patients the first two years of the pandemic. i'm also heavily invested in education and professional certifications regarding preventing and intervening in many of the major disease processes that beset western culture because of diet and exercise. i have a computer folder full of very specific studies on the topic, as well as continuing education. (bear with me, this is going someplace). Some of my patients trust me and my education as an authority. But i don't extend the same trust towards myself or peers, i go another layer and look for evidence. The thing is, before i became a professional, i didn't really understand what constitutes "evidence" like i do now. We have journals, peer review, professional experience where some can spot and point out flaws in studies. Long story short, "we know and see in part." So, "grace and trust," and questioning always (should?) factor in. The ability to doubt and always realize and add: "i could be wrong." One of the things i look for in a 'good' study is "more research is needed." To me, that's a humble admission that "we know and see in part." The process of ideal science tends to spread power and authority out vs concentrating or giving it to one or less people. i use healthcare and science as an example because i live it every day and am immersed in it. But to me, the framework can apply to so many things. We cannot all be healthcare professionals, so we end up trusting (or thinking we know enough from a youtube or book to accept our own conclusion rather than trusting an authority). We cannot all be engineers. We cannot all be plumbers, electricians, chefs, presidents, senators, ad infinitum. i think there has to be a mix. i educate my patients all the time, especially when it comes to their specific issues. But they still (usually) do not know as much as me or the doctor or the physical therapist or the pharmacist. And i go to all of these people as well to bolster my understanding of the infinite universe that is the human body. i often disappoint my patients (emotional) expectation for a panacea by telling them things like: "in medicine, we often kill ants with elephant guns." Sepsis is an example. Someone comes into the hospital with the signs and symptoms of sepsis. If we don't intervene, they will typically/statistically die. So, we load them with draw blood first, to help confirm the general diagnosis of sepsis, then give them fluids and then broad spectrum IV antibiotics. It's an elegant gun because we know they have an infection, but we do not necessarily know from what. That's one reason we draw blood prior to antibiotics, so we can culture the blood and know better what we are dealing with. But that takes a day or two for something to grow in a culture, and if we waited to treat until we knew better what we were treating, a lot of people would die. So we hit them with broad spectrum antibiotics, and often find out a couple of days later that one or the other was not even effective. Meanwhile, those antibiotics all have side effects. A major effect we are learning more about now is killing of beneficial bacteria in our gut that we live in symbiosis with. i have a bunch of medical examples, but the point is, reality is individually detailed, response is general, collective. "Governments role in the problem." i think 'we the people' have stepped too far away from government. Or put another way, i think we need to be more involved. To me, it comes down to balance and where we put our individual weight (i.e., time and effort). i can get some education about government and be more engaged. i can get education about healthcare and be more engaged. i can get more education about business and be more engaged. i can get more education about sports and be more engaged. You see where i am going with this no doubt, the list is endless and always involves some degree of trusting others. i think our government has potential to be representative, so "governments role" has the potential of being our role. But it will never be perfect because "we the people" are diverse individuals with diverse wants and needs. So, we end up having to kill ants with elephant guns. i like to work at a teaching hospital professionally, and go to a teaching hospital when sick because i'm always going to get a group of doctors looking at my patients or me vs just one authority. It's not a perfect comparison, but i would rather live in a democratic system than a more dictatorial one where one persuasion calls all the shots. To me, done 'right,' "government role" in a representative context is we the people collectively doing things like addressing the problems of defense, general welfare. As an individual, i can ride a bike, but i still have to ride behind someone's diesel pick up truck. As an individual, i can not smoke, but i may have grown up in an era where private money interests used doctors to advertise tobacco and smoking cigarettes as a healthy practice. When tobacco was exposed, many of the tobacco companies bought food manufacturering companies and applied the same principles to processing and engineering 'food' to be addictive by adding sugar, salt and fat... along with a lot of invented ingredient that our bodies are not adapted to. It's a vast topic, i can provide substantiation. The point i'm making is, size matters. As an individual, it's possible for me to choose from the infinite list of need to know topics that affect my life. Or, we can engage at a macro level and elect a government to "provide for the common defense and promote the general welfare." i think governments role in the problem is ever changing with circumstances. i do not see a black or white, simple answer, rather it seems an ongoing question with ever changing answers. sorry, this got long, and i know leaves so much out. Vast topic.

That is fucking hot. Did it start by your dad fucking your ass or did he train you to suck his cock first?

Nothing like tasting your own hole 👄

Ok, guys. Here it is. More action this time. Thanks for the past reactions and comments. As I wrote before, the poz theme and writing style was new for me. I'm thinking one more chapter after this to wrap it up. Hope you enjoy. Coach Sanders 4 Next day, Coach told us we were going back to the gym. My gym. The one where it all went down. He’d fed us some clouds before. Not too much. Just enough to get us chasing it. We walked in. Front desk guy nodded. No smile. Just that look like he knew what was coming. We got dressed. Same gear as before. Inside, the usual hum. Plates clanking. Music low. A couple guys glanced over. One lifted his chin, then dropped back into deadlifts. No drama. Just recognition. Coach headed straight to the rack. We followed. “Start with pulls,” Coach said, “Then we build.” I gripped the bar. It was heavier than usual. Realized that was the point. Greg was behind me, counted slow. Coach watched my form. The reps stacked. Breath shortened. Sweat hit the mat. Coach didn’t praise. Didn’t correct. Just nodded once when I racked the bar. Then loaded the next set. Told me rows, then sleds. I dropped into position. Gripped the bar. It moved like it was stuck in cement. Every pull a fight. Nothing smooth. Just grind and breath. The sound of Greg counting slow behind me. We moved to sleds. Then trap bar carries. No breaks. We were soaked through. Gear clinging, see through, stretched tight across our pecs. Tight across our bulges. Just like before. Everything showed. Greg caught one guy staring. Smirked. “Told you,” he muttered, just loud enough for me to hear. “Words out. They'll be lining up for that ass of yours.” Coach didn’t react. Just loaded the next set like none of it mattered. “Last round,” he said. “Make it count.” I dug in. Pushed. Pulled. He watched the final rep. Didn’t nod. Just said, “Enough.” I was cooling down, gear soaked, breath started to settle. Coach was by the door, talking to Jack. The trainer from before. Jack just smiled my way. Pocketed something. Turned to leave. Greg was stretched out next to me, pecs rising slow. Eyes half-closed. He motioned to the presses. Told me I had a fan. I checked it out. Saw him. Mid-thirties, lean build. Not soft. Not bulky. Hair buzzed close, jaw sharp, eyes steady. Hadn’t seen him here before. Schedules probably didn’t mesh. Then he walked over. Looked down at Greg, then back to me. “Looking good,” he said, grabbing my ass. Voice low. No small talk. “I hear you’ve been offering up that ass.” I wiped my face, nodded back. “Yep.” He stepped closer, not crowding. “Let’s go.” I looked at Greg, still cooling down. Now half-asleep on the mat. Coach glanced over. Gave a shrug, like go ahead. We walked past the showers, past the rows of locker. Into the corner where the light was low. The walls didn’t echo too much. He straddled the bench. I pulled off my soaked T-shirt, dropped it on the floor. Stretched out, arms up, abs tight. He sat there. Nodded. Like yeah, he liked it. Next I turned around. Peeled off my tights, slow. Steady. Fabric stuck for a second before sliding down. I stepped out of them, planted my feet. Gave him a better look. Then let him see my ass. Tight. Showed how much work I’d done. Every step, every rep. It was there. “Fuck yeah,” he growled, tossing his gear. Hands spread my ass. “Goddamn.” I smiled, flexed my glutes. “Coach makes me train legs three times a week. Said if I wanted to get attention, I’d need to work on it.” I shifted my stance. Straddled the bench. Bent over. Relaxed, then tightened up my hole. He saw it. Grunted at the shape, depth. Control. Wasn’t showing off. Just let it speak for itself. “Fuck yeah,” he growled behind me, spreading me open with his fingers. Felt the loads Coach and Greg had dumped in me. “Nice sloppy hole.” I pushed back. Told him I needed it. Begged. He growled. Stood. Positioned himself at my hole. I pushed back. “Shit!” I gasped at the size but kept on taking it. I eased myself about halfway. Pulled out. Left the head in me. Then slammed down. Tried to fuck myself with all 9 inches. I craved it. Picked up speed. He didn’t need to do anything. I was doing it all. He just stayed there steadying himself, moaning. Felt my hole wrapped around his shaft. Tight, like a vise. The sound of our grunts filled the empty space. I kept on. My hole needed to be fed. I couldn’t stop. Slammed back into him. Suddenly he took over. Shoved me down on the bench. Started pounding into me. I lay there. Hard cock rubbing against the wooden plank. He reached under me. Grabbed my pecs. Pinched my now swollen nips. Yeah, by this point Coach had done a number on them. Said there’d be no way to hide them. Not that I’d even try now. I yelled out. Tightened up more on his thickening cock. “Goddamn fuck!” he yelled, falling on my sweaty back, and fed my hungry hole with hot load. We stayed there, him on top of me. My still hard cock against my abs underneath. “Damn,” he said, rolling off, and stood. “You’ll be here tomorrow?” “Yeah,” I told him. “A few more days. Then go back to classes. Back to my regular times.” That’s when Greg walked in. Stopped, saw my dripping hole. “You two need a minute?” he joked, interrupting us. I smirked, eyes on the guy’s slimy cock. “Naw. We’re good.” The guy laughed, low and quiet. Then glanced at me, then back at Greg. “Tomorrow. Noon. I wanna hit that again.” I smiled. Fingered my sloppy hole. Pecs twitching. Could feel his eyes on me now. Told him I’d be there. He grabbed his gear. Looked back one last time. “Good. I won’t go so easy on you next time.” Then left. “Yep, definitely a fan,” Greg grinned, straddling the bench behind me. He leaned into my hole. Blew into it. I moaned. Felt his tongue dig into me, lap it up. Fuck! It was still tender from the rut. Finally he slapped my ass, told me to sit up. Wrapped his arms around me. Grabbed my nips. I sat back against his sweaty pecs. Turned my face to his. We kissed. Swapped the load. A few guys had come to the spot by then. One of them, Dan, raised his eyebrows. “Fuck. You keep doing that around here and expect us not to get ideas?” I laughed. Greg grinned. Pulled a couple rigs from his waistband. Said Coach had taken care of it. No interruptions. The room shifted. Energy thick. One by one, the others nodded. No words. Just that look. They wanted in. And we were ready to give it to them. The rest of my break was the same. Work out. Slam. Then loads from anyone who wanted me. School was finally back in session. Crowds, lectures, noise. I couldn’t sit still. Mind kept drifting. Cock. Loads. I needed it. Then I saw him crossing the quad. Solid. Pecs tight in a polo, arms flexed. Could make out the lines from his jockstrap through his shorts. Probably fresh from the gym. Walked like he didn’t care who stared. He looked at me. Held it. He knew. I unzipped my hoodie. Let him see me. No shirt on. Pecs hard. Abs showed when I moved. Legs solid in tight jeans. Bulge popped. He tilted his head toward the library. No words. Just a look. I followed. Close, but not too close. He walked through the main doors. Passed the front desk. Stopped at the stairs. Looked back. Made sure I was there. He nodded. Went down. Basement level. Didn’t slow. Kept moving. Straight down the hall toward the bathroom. Went in. I followed. Let the door swing shut. Locked it. Was just us now. Saw him at the urinal. No sound of piss hitting though. I moved next to him. Eyes down on his cock. Uncut. A handful. He just stood there. Shook his cock. Teased me. Then covered up. “Fucking fag. I knew it,” he growled, grabbing my neck, tight. I froze. Couldn’t breathe. Thought this is it. I’m dead. Then, he smiled, pulling me in for a kiss. “You WERE checking me out a couple of months ago.” It was him! The one who clocked me! We went at it. He tossed his polo. Tossed my hoodie. Hands went over each other’s hairless pecs. Down over ripped abs. Felt each other up. Cocks were hard. I unzipped my jeans. Pulled them down. He pushed me against the sink. Smiled. Saw my jockstrap. Stuck a finger in my hole. Called me a goddamn fucking cumdump. I moaned. Told him I needed a load. Bad. “Fucking show me how bad,” he barked, standing back. Arms up. Hands behind his neck. Pits smooth. Shaved. Fucking cock bulging out his shorts. I tossed my jeans. Dropped to my knees. Looked up. Moaned. Saw his pecs stacked like a shelf. Nips thick, pushed down. Out against the muscle. Abs cut. Obliques flared. Veins running down his arms, thick across his forearms. I was jealous. He stepped closer. Just enough to smell the sweat and musk coming from his crotch. I pulled down his shorts, jockstrap. Freed his cock. Was fucking drooling. I leaned in. Dragged my tongue up his shaved ball sac. Up his shaft. Into his ripe foreskin. Was fucking moaning from the stench hitting my nostrils. Then took him down. “Fuck, dude!” he moaned, pulling me up. Pushed me back towards the sink. “Need to breed that hole!” He kicked my legs apart. Bent me over. Ran his cock up, down my crack. Could feel my hole twitching. I begged for his load. He groaned. Forced his way in. My hands shot out. Grabbed the sink. He bottomed out. I held on. Kept hitting my prostate, hard. Our moans echoed in the tiled room. His cock rammed into me. I whimpered. Told him to fucking breed me. He just laughed. Fucking said I belonged there. In the fucking basement, taking loads all day. Like the fucking cumdump I was. He was right. I did! Was! Coach had seen to it. I’d spent most of break taking loads at the gym. And now I’d just followed this guy. Was getting bred in a public bathroom on campus. He pulled halfway out. Slammed back into me. Could hear him panting. Struggle for breath. His cock pulsed in my hole. He gripped my hips. Pushed in again. Then he said it. Told me he was poz. Said Coach had told him to keep an eye out for me. Been told I’d turned. Was hunting poz loads now. I moaned. Couldn't believe my luck. He kept on. Rammed his cock in me. I begged for his load. Told him Coach had made me a poz cumdump. Always on the hunt. Always ready for a load. That did it! He slammed into me. Coated my hole with his toxic jock load. I fucking loved it! He let go of my hips. Pulled out. I took a breath. Fell to my knees. He smirked. Grabbed my head. Shoved his cock in my mouth. I took it. Wanted to taste his load. My juices. I stayed on him. Cleaned it like usual. Couldn’t get enough. Then he told me was worth the wait. Lots of guys were waiting for the word. Would make sure it got out. Then he stiffened. Moaned, “Bro, I really gotta piss.” I didn’t stop. Just wrapped my lips tighter on the head. Looked up at him. He hesitated. Warned me again. I kept at it. Then his lips curled. Knew what I wanted. His piss. He relaxed. It came spurting out, hot. Into my mouth. I clamped down. Swallowed. He didn’t stop. Pissed like a fucking racehorse. Could taste it in my mouth. On my tongue. Salty. Sharp. I gulped. Then we heard it. Someone trying to get in. We stood still. Piss still going down my throat. Then footsteps went away. The flow slowed. Stopped. He shook the last drops on my tongue. Stepped back. “I’m Todd,” he said, pulling up his jockstrap, shorts. “Ben,” I told him. He put on his polo. Grinned. Said he knew. Walked to the door. Told me get dressed. Wait 5 minutes. I’d see him again. I nodded. Saw him check the hallway. Then leave. I grabbed my clothes. Thought about what happened. I should’ve put them on. Left. But I didn’t. Went to the last stall instead. Sat down. Waited. It didn’t take long. Heard the door open. Footsteps echoed. Stopped. Saw the beat-up work boots under the stall door. Bucket next to him. Janitor. I looked up. His fingers curled on top of the stall door. Then pushed. He was about Coach’s age. Built like he used to be something. Shoulders wide, wrists thick. But the years had softened him. Gut hanging, face worn deep. Silver buzz cut, jaw still sharp. Saw me sitting on the toilet. Nothing on but my jockstrap. His eyes scanned me. Took his time. Could see he was impressed. Then he caught the look in my eye. Saw what I wanted. What I was offering. He parked the bucket, leaned on the mop like it was part of him. Eyes steady, unreadable. Then smirked. Walked in. Said show me what you got. I stood up. Faced the wall. Straddled the bowl. Hands on the wall. He grunted at my sloppy hole. Didn’t mention the obvious mess leaking out. I didn’t have to say it. Just bent my knees. Squatted. Kept my head down. He smacked my ass. Let his cock out. Said, yeah, that’s what I thought. Found me a goddamn fag. Then shoved it in. I gulped. He went deeper. No time, his wiry pubes were scratching at my ass. I’d shaved that morning. Then he started on me. Rough. Hard. Like a fucking rutting pig. I pushed at the wall. Braced myself. Took all of it. “Gonna fucking cream that faggot ass,” he growled, gripping my hips till they hurt. Bruised. I accepted it. The way he talked to me. Told him to do it. Told him to fucking cream my faggot ass. I wanted it. That got him going. He shoved it in to the hilt. I bore down. He pushed in one last time with a grunt. Exploded deep in me. Then pulled out. Told me turn around. Slapped my face with his cock. I didn’t need to be told. I licked off his cum. And Todd’s cum from before. He kept staring at me. Disgusted. Snarled. He turned. Didn’t even close the stall door behind him. Told me I had 5 minutes. Then walked out. I sat there. Hard. Knew I’d be back for more. Was hooked! In between everything going on, I’d kept in touch with Chuck. Just like Coach told me to. We started to meet up at the gym. Talk about Coach. How he’d got me in shape. How he’d pushed me harder than anyone. Chuck leaned in when I talked about the workouts. About what came after. Told him most of it. How Coach turned me into a musclejock. Into a fucking cumdump. Yeah, he’d been there that first time at my gym, so he knew that part. But not the part about how Coach had bumped me. Pozzed me. That I’d ended up begging for it. How he took me to the old gym after. Had been gang banged. That part was Coach’s call. Chuck soaked it up. Said he wanted to be reworked, like me. Started pushing for it harder. Asking more questions. I watched him close from then on. His body started showing the work. Shoulders looked fuller. Pecs had real shape. Arms thicker. Would pop even more smooth. Even the way he moved had more control. More power behind it. And I'd been telling Coach. Honestly I liked it. Spending time with him. Had always wanted a bud to talk about things. Sure, Greg was still around. But he was older. Been around this for years. Had his own plans. Plus, yeah, Chuck was fucking me. So were a few others there. Fucker couldn’t wait to take me in the back post-workout. Hell. I never left without a couple of loads in me. But always gave him first crack. It kept him coming back. He’d watch how I moved. How smooth my body looked. How the sweat rolled off my pumped muscles. Then he’d watch me take cock. Wouldn’t say much. Just leaned against the wall, took it all in. Like he wanted that for himself. We talked about it. Asked him once what he was thinking when I got fucked by the guys there. He smiled. Said he was just watching how much I was into it. And yeah, how much he envied me. Told him he had to try it. Join in. He just looked me over. Said he’d do it, if I fucked him to get things started. Course I laughed. Told him I liked taking it too much. It was true. But yeah couldn’t tell him Coach had other plans for him. Coach brought it up one night months later. Just me and him at his place. Asked how it was going. I grinned. Told him Chuck was locked in. Said he wanted to be built. Was good with the long hours at gym. But even better, was good with the cumdump part. Coach didn’t answer right away. Just watched me. Like he remembered how it started with us. Then asked me if Chuck could handle it. All of it. Said I thought so. Said even if Chuck freaked when he found out the main part, I’d be there to make sure he’d beg for it in the end. Coach just laughed. Fucked me good that night. Made final plans. Next day, Chuck rolled in right on time. Was pulling on my gear. The usual whites. Told him Coach had asked about him. His face shifted. Like he’d been waiting for that. We hit the weights like usual. Chuck was fired up. Said he couldn’t stop thinking about it. Told him to chill. Focus. Chuck nodded. Got under the bar. Hit his reps clean. No talking. Just in the moment. After we cooled down. Stretched out on the mat. Sweat soaked. Told him Coach wanted to talk about getting him set up. And everything that meant, back at his place. Asked if he was sure about it. Chuck sat up. Wiped his face. Smiled. Said let’s go. We went straight back to Coach’s. Door shut behind us. Dropped our bags by the wall. Told Chuck he’d be there once practice was over. I stripped down to my jock. He stood there like he was waiting for a cue. I nodded. Told him to do the same. He paused, then peeled off his shirt. Kicked off his shoes. Dropped his shorts. I grabbed a towel. Wiped down my pecs. Tossed it to him. Told him this was how it started. Coach had got me down to a jockstrap. Chuck didn’t say anything. Just wiped down. Then followed me through the hallway to the bedroom. He stood there in his jock, checking out the scene of the crime. “So this is where it happened,” he said. More statement than question. Yeah, I sighed. Grabbed the packed pipe. Lit it. Took a deep pull. Exhaled. “He fucked me here for the first time.” I sat on the edge of the bed. Let the silence stretch. Waited for him to speak. Chuck didn’t say anything. Just stood there, eyes scanning the room. Like he was trying to see it. Me and Coach. What it looked like. What it felt like. I took another hit. Passed it to him. He hesitated. Said he’d never done T. Told him it wasn’t about that. Said it’d be ok. Said it helped me with Coach that first time. Would make it easier to take him. He looked at me. Took the pipe. Brought it to his lips. Dragged light. Let it out fast. Coughed once, eyes watered. Told him to try again. Ease into it. Hold it. He did. Slower this time. Eyes half shut. He let out a low moan. Let it settle. Then passed it back. Told him it was all his. He growled. I torched the bowl. He dragged deep. Held it. Let it out. I watched him shiver. Told him Coach had saved me. Showed up when it counted. Chuck nodded. Took another hit. Let out a big white cloud. Then he looked at me. Said he was ready. Said if this was where it started, he wanted in. I stood. Leaned in. Kissed him. “Hope so, boy,” Coach growled, eyes locked on us through the cloud. “Ben says you know the deal. I’m gonna rework you. But it comes with a price.” He stepped closer. Voice low. “You’ve seen what this musclejock can do. You sure you’re ready for that?” Chuck looked at me. Moaned. Answered quickly, “Yes, Sir.” “Coach. Just Coach,” he smiled, tossing his clothes. Chuck nodded. Answered right that time. Coach walked to the bed, dropped on it. Leaned back. Told us to get on. One on each side. We jumped on. Coach spread his arms. Smelled his pits. I looked at Chuck. Knew what he was thinking. Could smell it. The fucking scent of a real man. Both of us moaned. Inhaled. Dove into them. Lapped up the sweat. “That’s it, boys,” Coach growled, shoving us deeper into his pits. “Fucking get a good taste of Coach’s smell. Been in the gym getting those jocks sweaty. Built. Ready for more.” We went for it. Faces were covered in sweat now. Coach was loving it. Told us about one of the jocks he was working. Max. Said we’d like him. Tall. Six three. Shoulders wide, hips narrow. We just moaned. Listened to him go on while we stayed on his pits. Then satisfied he pulled us back. Felt him squeeze my neck. It was on. He slid a finger in our holes. Could see Chuck’s eyes closing. Was fucking flying now. I leaned in. Kissed him hard. Told him he was lucky Coach had picked him. Then reminded him there was no going back now. It was gonna happen. He grunted. I growled. Looked at Coach. Gave him the signal. Coach smiled. Gripped our necks. Pulled us down to his cock. Held us there. Eyes moved between us. “Ben,” he said, gripping my jaw, guiding me. “Show him how it’s done.” And I did! Went to town on it. Mouth over shaft. Licking it. Kissing it. Hands on his full balls. Balls ready to infect. Chuck just watched, breath ragged. Then Coach took over. Set the pace. Didn’t ease up. One hand on me, other on Chuck. Coach growled. Told Chuck to go for it. Chuck was there, next to me now. Both working on Coach. His grip on both of us, firm. But it was Chuck I watched. Paid attention to. The way his mouth worked on his shaft. Foreskin. The way his eyes flicked to mine, steady. It was time! I drew back. Held the shaft. Pulled down Coach’s skin. Scorpion was out now! Leaking its venom. Chuck didn’t notice at first. Then did. He pulled back. Fucking scared. I grabbed his hand, tight. Felt the tension in his fingers. Knew I had to do something. So I sat up. Rolled my shoulders. Flexed, slow. Controlled. Pecs tight, arms curled. Abs sharp under soft light. Chuck watched. Eyes locked. Breathing heavier now. T had taken over. I looked at him. Let him know Coach had pozzed me that first night. Told him it was part of the deal I made. And if he wanted this, really wanted it. He’d have to take all that came with it. He’d be wrecked. Pozzed. But be built back up. Better. Also told him we were in this together. He’d be trained to take cock like I did. All shapes, sizes. Poz loads. Any loads. In his hole, down his throat. Would learn to fucking love it. He moaned. Ran a hand over my pecs. Skin smooth under his palm. Didn’t say anything at first. Just took in what I told him. Then Coach made his move. Started prepping Chuck’s hole. That sealed the deal! Chuck moaned with every scratch, scrape of Coach made. Chuck grabbed my neck. Told me if that’s what it took, he wanted it. Wanted to be poz. Just like me. Our foreheads touched. Tongues met. Spit mixing. We moved together down the bed. I shifted. Pushed him down on his back. Told him to tell Coach. He needed to hear it. Chuck moaned. Looked Coach in the eyes. Begged to be pozzed. Begged to be wrecked. To be built up again into something new. Coach growled. Said he’d do it. Said Chuck only had to take enough loads to make it stick, for now. Chuck moaned. Arched his back. Gave Coach more access. Said to fucking do it. Poz him. Wanted to get it over with. Coach smiled. Said good boy. That’s all he needed to hear. Then shoved his cock in. “Fuck yeah!” Chuck yelled out, head falling back. Eyes still on me. “Fucking poz me, Coach!” Coach didn’t hold back. He picked up the pace. Rammed his cock in and out. It was wild. I stared at Chuck. God, he was beautiful. The hair on his pecs was covered in sweat. I couldn’t stand it. I went down. Licked them. Tasted the chem sweat. That’s when it hit me. I wanted to fuck him! Fill his hole with my poz load. Coach saw the look on my face. Told me no. I sat back. Breath hard. Was told I was just still a fucking cumdump. But I was hard! Fucking harder than I’d ever been. I laughed. Looked at Coach pile driving into Chuck. Knew I’d made a deal with the devil. Would get to pay it forward when Coach gave me the go ahead. Coach just kept on. Ignored me. Slammed into Chuck. “Fuck yeah, Coach. Please! I need it!” he begged, taking Coach’s cock to the root every time. The thrusts went on. Grunts filled the room. I just kept watching. Saw Chuck’s cock stretch out his precum soaked pouch. Coach saw it too. Saw me drooling for it. He pulled it out. Told me go for it. Was my reward. I moaned. Licked my lips. Licked up the precum dripping out the folds of his foreskin. Chuck was getting close. Could see it throbbing. Chuck grabbed me. Pulled me down on him. Wrapped my tongue around him. Just held on. “Fuck! Fuck! Fuck!” Chuck yelled out, spurting out a load. “Goddamn fucking poz cumdump!” I moaned. Didn’t know if he meant me or him. Didn’t matter. Like I told him. Were in this together. I pulled back, mouth full. Kissed him. Swapped one of the last neg loads he’d have. Same time we felt the bed shake. It was Coach. He let out a final roar. Fired off a toxic load into Chuck. That’s when we heard a raspy cough. Rough. Dry. It was Pete. The one who first had my spot. The one who wrecked me good the last time. Was right on time. He stood just inside the room. Piss-stained jockstrap low on his waist, stretched out. Been the first time I’d seen him since that night. Couldn’t help it. I forgot about Chuck. My hole ached. Had all come back to me. How his laddered cock felt fucking me. He looked at me first, then Chuck. Chuck nodded, not sure what was happening. Pete didn’t return it. Just stepped closer, eyes locked on me. “Ben, you remember Pete,” Coach chuckled, putting his hand on my thigh. Pete’s eyes dropped to my pecs, then down to my crotch. Paused. Looked back up to me. Like he was waiting. Coach gripped my thigh. I shifted, just enough to let my thigh press harder against Coach’s. I pulled down my pouch. Let Pete see me. Cock out, hard, throbbing. Shaved. Coach still didn’t move. Pete took in Coach’s grip on me. The way I leaned into Coach. “You bulked up. Shaved now,” he said, grabbing his crotch. I didn’t answer. Just held his stare. Pete’s mouth twitched. Not quite a smile. “Coach didn’t waste time.” Then Pete came closer. Just gave me that look. Like he knew what I wanted. And hell yeah, I did. Because I liked what he’d done to me. He’d been rough. Cruel. Hadn’t held back. I’d been fucking hunting for it ever since. His hand slid up my thigh to my hole. Fingers firm, pressed just enough to make me hold still. Looked at me like he knew he could do anything to me right then. I tried not to moan. But did, barely. Coach caught it. Hand gripped me tighter. My hips shifted before I could stop myself. Pete saw it. Smirked. “Yeah,” he snarled, tossing his jockstrap. “You need it.” Then turned to Chuck. “But later. That’s the one I came for.” I gulped. Surprised it wasn’t laddered. I looked at Coach. Then heard Chuck moan. Saw his eyes locked on the scorpion on top. Saw how he took in the way it moved, throbbed. Heavy. Like it knew exactly what it was built for. He lay back. Offered himself up. Pete stood by the side of the bed. Grabbed Chuck’s jaw, turned his face. Looked him over like a piece of meat. Chuck didn’t flinch. Didn’t blink. He was fucking ready for more. I could see it. So could Coach. Pete leaned in. Told Chuck to get ready. Chuck nodded. Opened his mouth wide. Swallowed it all. Pete growled. I watched it go all the way down Chuck’s throat. Then halfway out. Then back in again. Chuck was fucking loving it. Then Pete grabbed his wrists. Pulled them over his head. Tied them to the headboard. I just sat there. Surprised. Didn't know about this part. Then I heard it. Pete snapped his fingers. Coach got up. Grabbed a rig from the drawer. Tossed me a strap. Told me to get Chuck ready. Then told me I’d be next. I obeyed, no questions. Wrapped his bicep tight. Pete just smirked at me. Told Coach he always knew how to pick them. Then he moved down. Spread Chuck’s dripping hole with his cock. This point, Chuck knew what was coming. He looked at me. Strap now around my bicep. Nodding. I told him again. We were in it together. That's all he needed to hear. He looked up. Saw Coach holding the rig at his vein. Down at Pete at his hole. He sighed. Nodded. Pete smiled. Cracked his knuckles. “Let’s get on with it,” he said, looking right at Chuck. Coach grunted. Pushed it in. Drew the register. Slammed Chuck. Chuck moaned. Eyes rolled back. Had gotten a big dose. We’d be here a while. Pete leaned in. Said, you wanted it, now you gotta earn it. Then shoved his cock in. Hard. “Shit yeah!” Even with the pain Chuck yelled out, arms pulling against the ties. Headboard slammed the wall. “Fucking breed my hole!” Chuck was a fucking animal taking it. Had never seen him like this. Raw. Feral. Still he watched me. Hungry. My cock got hard again. Then Coach slammed me. Pushed me down next to Chuck. Said if we really were in it together. Pete would fuck us both. “GOD YES!” I groaned, feeling Pete plunge into me. “Give it to me!” And he did! Shoved his cock hard. Deep. Pounded me open. Chuck lay there next to me. Still tied. He struggled. Begged. Said he wanted to be fucked full of poz cum. Said Pete could do anything to him. If he got his load. Pete laughed. Told him to shut up. Said I was just getting him ready. That didn’t stop Chuck. He kept on. Called me fucking pathetic. Said everyone laughed at me now. Knew they only had to look at me. No challenge. He’d be better. Would be his fucking roided out musclejock whore if he wanted. Would live for him. For his poz loads. I lay there, Pete still in me. Was fucking pissed now. Told Chuck I didn’t care. Knew what I was. Was fucking proud what Coach did to me. Reminded him I was a fucking virgin before that. Had been Coach’s the minute he shoved his cock in me. Pozzed me. I snarled. Looked up at Pete. Told him to wreck Chuck. Pete grunted, knew exactly what I meant. Then pulled out. I moved up. Got up in Chuck’s face. Spit flying. Told him all I’d gone through to get to my spot. The fucking long hours at the gym. Finally told him the truth about the first time Coach fucked me. Yeah. I had gone over there. But Coach fucking stealth bumped with T. Fucking bloodied my hole to make sure his poz load took. Like his was now. Then I took a breath. Told him how I got gangbanged at the other gym. How I took all kinds of poz cock, no problem. And yeah, how Pete fucked me till I bled to make sure it stuck. Chuck gasped. Looked at Pete off to the side now, then back to us. Coach saw the anger I had. The hurt. He grabbed me. Wrapped his arms around me. A fucking flood of emotions came out I didn’t know I had. I sobbed. He held me tight. Whispered in my ear. Said he was proud of me. I wiped my tears. Looked at Chuck. Pete at his hole again. This time laddered. Chuck hadn’t seen it. Was concentrated on me. I smiled. Then really tore into him. Told him it had all been planned. Coach had me work on him. All those fucking hours at the gym I spent, just him and me. I had to get close. Coach ordered me. Till he fucking wouldn’t stop begging for it. Yeah, I’d had it by then. It all came out. Yelled at Coach to let me go. I jumped on the bed. Jabbed a finger in him, felt Coach’s load. I pulled out. Showed him the red. Shoved it in his mouth. Told him it was all because of me that he’d be pozzed. He lay there. Crying. Every fucking word hurt him. Like he tried to hurt me. Then I looked at Pete. Told him to fucking do it. Pete looked at me. At Coach. Then Coach turned to me. Saw I meant it. Gave Pete the okay. Pete slammed in. Chuck cried out at. Felt the ladder shred his hole. I stood there. Back in Coach’s arms. Watched Chuck beg for it to stop. Said he didn’t mean it. Wanted to go home. I just yelled. Told him it was too late. Coach’s load was in him. Was in his fucking bloodstream by now. If he was lucky Pete’s would soon be there too. Then something happened. Chuck relaxed. Gave a slight moan. I looked at Coach. Couldn't believe Chuck was getting into it. Coach just smiled. Let go of me. Told me to go to Chuck. I took a step. Looked back at Coach. Then at Chuck, eyes shut. He was fucking taking it! Could hear his moans get louder. I sat on the shaking bed. Released his wrists. Wiped the sweat from his forehead. He opened his eyes. Looked at me. Look that said he was sorry. I leaned in. Grabbed him hard. Forced his mouth open. Told him he was a fucking pathetic cumdump. Hocked a wad of spit. He swallowed. Moaned. Said it took one to know one. Then lifted his head. Kissed me. “Fuck that shit!” Pete yelled out, tired of the dramatics. “Get the fuck out the way, Ben. YOU, BOY, ALL FOURS!” I growled. Told Chuck I was right there if he needed me. He nodded. Swung himself over. Never let go of Pete. Was doggy now. “Fucking do it!” Chuck yelled out, full of energy again. He looked at me. Pushed back on Pete’s bloody ladder. “Fucking wreck me!” I don’t remember how long Pete fucked him after that. Was busy with Coach. Next thing I remember. They’re both moaning. Getting close. We stopped. Watched Pete push Chuck down on the bed. Raise his hips. Ram it down one last time. Then groans from both of them. They didn’t move. Coach chuckled. Got up. Held out his hand. Said they needed time. Chuck needed time. I sighed. Said yeah. Got up. Stopped at the door. Saw Chuck cleaning Pete off. Heard the ladder clink his teeth. I smiled. Shut the door behind me. I joined Coach in the living room. Kneeled between his legs. Looked up. Told him it was the fucking hottest scene I’d ever had. Even better than the old gym. Said couldn’t wait to do it again. Then asked about Max. The high school jock. Coach just laughed. Said yeah, he’s 18. Was mine. I moaned. Kissed him. Then admitted I wanted it rough. Wanted to hurt. He smiled. Said he was waiting for that. Said he’d arrange it. Then pulled me on his cock. About an hour later we heard the bedroom door open. Sound of chain links filled the hallway. Then Pete walked out. Dressed. Chuck behind him. Still jockstrapped. But now collared. Leashed. Big smile on his face. I stood up. Walked over. “Fuck, dude,” I moaned, feeling the huge plug in his hole. “There’s no fucking way you didn’t convert.” He just laughed. Said yeah but they weren’t done yet. Said Pete knew a place. I laughed. Said yeah. I knew it. Said maybe I’d catch him there sometime. He moaned. Saw my pouch growing. Said he couldn't wait. Then they left. I heard Coach call me back. Saw him hold out a chrome cock cage. Told me it was time for the next step. I groaned. Went to him. Pulled down my pouch. Offered up my junk. He slipped on the chrome ring. Locked me up. Said I’d only take it off to shave, clean. Till he said so. I nodded. Pulled the pouch over it. Fuck the metal felt heavy. Then I walked over to the mirror. Saw my locked bulge. Grinned. Knew there was no fucking way to hide it in my workout gear. Would fucking get me even more attention. Then I dropped. Crawled to him. Moaned. Said yeah, was still just a fucking poz cumdump for now. Max could wait. And begged him for another load.

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.

Provided I have had time to properly prep and clean, I am always willing and very happy to A2M (love it in fact, especially if a top demands it). I will not A2M if the cock came out of someone else's pussy, and although I will allow a top to rim me if he or she wants, it is not something I will do except with long-term partners that I am confident are clean. If I take on a group (which I will do every chance I get), I will always do a round of antibiotics. I enjoy risky, borderline abusive, bareback sex, but I am always going to do whatever I can to mitigate the risks I take.

Part 5 Sorry for the wait my friends but here it is. The phone was ringing, and James did answer the phone on speaker while Hugo was sitting next to him. Whats up buddy, how is it hanging????? Dirk smirked and said, hihihi not hanging boys, just parked my hard dick in a destroyed ass of a neg cunt, he is high as a kite and begging for Dick, are you interested???? Hmmm sounds good, answered James and Hugo together. Will send you a vid in a sec, so you can make up your mind, the whore is begging to be pozzed, so bring your heavy dicks, and but in your best PA so we can give him what he wants. The boy likes it rough so do not hold back. I am deepdicking him now, and he will get his first poz load right know, 2 weeks of toxic cum ready to fill his neg cunt. Hmmmm Dirk poz the cunt Hugo was shouting out. Not very longue after the call was ended, James did receive a short video where you could see Dirk slapping the bitch around, and asking him questions, slapping him some more, the cunt was just to high to register what was going on. His face was red from heat and the slapping of Dirk. The cunt was begging in is high to get fucked, and begging for Dirks friend to come. Soon Dirk moved to the back of Mike and started raping the cunt that Mike has become, you could see the sweat on his back, the hair sticking to his head and his body rocking to the movements of Dirks hard trusts into the bitch cunt. James and Hugo where enjoying what they saw, it was right up their street, they loved to turn stupid bitches into cockwhores. We better make a move-on, before this bitch cunt is destroyed, we rather have the honour of doing this ourselves. Hugo was taking a bag with some gear they could use on the bitch, although Dirk had sufficient gear, but they like it extra rough and they had some special gear that they where sure Dirk was not using. They did take some extra GHB and Tina just in case, you never know. James was packing his laptop, he loves to play live on zoom, where his hardscene buddies could see how rough he would go with some sluts. Soon they where on their way to Dirks place. Dirk was raping the bitch big time, he was pulling his cock fully out of the cunt, and in one go back in, he could feel the second spincter loosing up, in the mean time the bitch was bringing out "fuck, fuck, fuuuck," it was clear he was in heat losing all his senses. Mike was feeling so hot, his body was sweating like he was in a dry sauna, sweat was rolling from his ass to his neck, his face was flushed with heat. He really was scared that he was getting overheated, strangely enough he did like what was happening to him, the rough handling, the rape, the abuse. He was smacking his mouth he was going dry. Dirk was riding him like a cowboy on a bronco, his ass walls must be of hard leather the way Dirk moved his cock in him, going from one side to the other side, and then deep in his guts. Dirk was watching the comments and the remarks on his laptop, some of the guys where really hammering their cocks, like they where in the same room as Dirk. It was hard to Dirk to hold on to the fucking, his poz seed was churning in his balls, he really has to unload or his balls will explode, this bitch is one of the bests he ever had. He started deep dicking the cunt, pushing the cunt flat on the bed, holding down the 2 arms of the whore, going as deep in his ass as possible, the face of mike was crushed in the cushions, where you could hear some strange noises coming out of his mouth. Dirk was pulling the hair of the bitch pulling the face out of the cushions, you like this pozcock you whore???? You want to be converted you bitch!!!!!! Mike was gurgling, not understanding what Dirk was saying to him, he was in a world of his own, feeling the stabbing of Dirks fat cock in his deepest insides. Mike was enjoying the rape, but also wondering how deep the dick could go. Soon Dirks breathing became more rapid, he also was sweating profound, sweat was running down from his torso on the ass of the cunt. He could no longer hold back, the cum was going from his balls to the tip of his dick, he pulled full out then when deep back in, and he screamed and unloaded his toxic cargo of 2 weeks deep in Mike's cunt, pushing the whole body of Mike full on the bed, smothering Mike a bit. Dirk was spraying 7 to 8 voleys deep in the deep hole of his whore, he felt his balls contracting like crazy, he was shudering from excitement and release of tension, he really did need this. After the unloading he pulled back, his dick, and was hitting the cunts asswalls from all sides, making sure the dammage was done, and his toxic goey could take hold to the damaged membranes of the Mike's asswalls. Going on for a bit Dirk did collapse with his full body on the cunt, and was realising they where both so wet from the sweating and the action that he did feel the pudlles formed on the back of Mike. Mike was just moaning, enjoying the movement of the dick massaging his ass, shortly Dirk did pull his dick out of the cunt, noticing the pink spunk seeping out of the pink gaping hole. He was smiling to himself, thinking job welldone!!!. He pulled Mike up from the bed, removing the blindfold of the sweating face of Mike, watching the reaction in the black dilated eyes of Mike, he just saw them turn to all sides, and see only bliss in the flushed red face of Mike. I think this cunt did like my assault on him, hmmm lets see if he will like it later when my 2 buddies arrive. Dirk did remove the leather handcuffs and pulled Mike into a kiss, "did you like that babes?????" Mike was only nodding, his mouth to dry to speak, he could not bring out any sound. " Showertime babes, you stinking like a whore" He pulled on the arm of Mike getting him to the bathroom, sitting him down of the chair next to the showerroom and adjusting the heat of the water in the shower. His dick was

When Dillon got back he realized that he had responses from everyone but they were in his spam folder. He quickly responded to them and tried to make sure he got them all answered before his Girl got home. Glory Hole Guy - Boy that was a good start but I think you can do better. I am gonna give you another shot, be back at the bathroom at 4 PM and not a minute earlier and got to your stall and wait. Got it? Dillon responded - Yes, I will be there. I know I can do better. Dillon responded to the Hung Straight guy who was packing 9" and said Dillon must eat his ass, lick and suck his balls and deep throat his dick. (Dillon had never eaten a guys ass but he was so horny for sucking dick he thought WTF I will give it a shot). Dillon - Expert cock sucker who wants to suck and service your big dick, lick and suck your balls and eat your ass. I can not host but can travel and need to service you in the worst way. (Dillon could not believe he was typing those words) Dillon shot off an email to the BBC. Dillon needed to know what black cum taste like, he had watched plenty huge black guys shoot huge loads up a pussy in porn and he had to see if they taste different. Dillon - I love your BBC, cock sucker at your service and ready to suck and swallow your big dick, edge you and make you build up a huge load for me to swallow. Finally shot one of the to Hung Married guy who wanted him Blindfolded, he originally thought that was out of the question but it was not much different then sucking that guy off at the GH that he had not seen. Dillon - Hey guy, I def want to suck that big dick and swallow your load for you. I can not host since I have a GF and it seems you can not either. Know anyplace we can go so I can give you the relief you need? Dillon had just finished when his girl got home and came bay and kissed him. He had just shut down both email accounts and started working on a project for work as she came up to the computer. She kissed him and said she was gonna take a shower and he should order the food. Can you get Chinese tonight, Dillon hated that shit but thought it was the least he could do since he felt guilty sucking off two guys today. He ordered and they delivered and had a nice dinner. His and him watched some TV and after an two shows his Girl said she was gonna call her mom and sister and would be in the bedroom. Dillon said, I am gonna work on my project and try to get a head start on it. Text me when you are ready for bed. She kissed him and headed off the bedroom. Dillon rushed to the computer to see what responses he got if any. This time he was checking both his regular and spam folder and there were messages. Bingo he thought. First one was from the hot guy who wanted this ass eaten. Boy, you need to come to this address at 7 AM in the morning. Make sure you are ready to serve and you can access your email on your phone, I will be able to see you when you come to 3456 Turo street and stand by the fire hydrant. I will send you my address when I see you are ready to be a cock sucking whore standing on the street like a hustler. (fuck Dillon thought, this guy is hot) Dillon - I will be there, I will be wearing a Red Shirt and blue jeans. Hot guy must have been on because he responded saying Do not fucking take your dick out, if I see your dick I will beat the shit out of you. Got it. Dillon - I will not, I understand. See you at 7 AM. Dillon was not rock hard and ready to suck that guys dick. There was a response from the black guy. He wrote fucking love white whores who need BBC. You do need my BBC don't you whore. When are you free to come to the west side of town and be my wet mouth to fuck? (Dillon was not sure when his Girl was going to be working again late so he waited to respond) The hot white guy who wanted Dillon to eat his ass must have sent the other email as an after thought. Make sure you are wearing a jock, although your dick can not ever be exposed if you are not an expert cock sucker I may need to eat your hole and pretend it is a hot chicks pussy. I have the feeling you may not be the cock sucker you think you are. Dillon - I will wear it but I promise you will not need to eat my ass to get off. ( Dillon thought about it and wondered what that would feel like) The hot guy responded, good to know you think so but you will need to let me be the judge of that, Just get here at 7, my wife leaves at 6:30 each day, I will shower and be ready for you cock whore. Dillon - I am so ready, I will be there. With that Dillon shut down his laptop and headed off to bed, he was really horned up and fucked his girlfriend and french kissed her with the same mouth that had been on two men's cocks that very same day. He came hard inside his women and they held each other while he kept thinking about his hot guy he would soon be sucking off. Ready to have his mouth on that big dick. Dillon dozed off just after setting the alarm for 6 AM and when he woke he showered and grabbed his red shirt, jeans, loafers and grabbed the Jock and slipped it on and got dressed. He leaned down and kissed his girl and said he had to get to the office early and bolted out the door. He drove across town to Turo street and parked and walked to the corner fire hydrant and looked at his watch and it was 6:55 and he kept looking at his phone checking and rechecking his phone. Finally an email came in and it read 4578 Turo, come to the back door and let yourself in, there is a sock on the door so you will know you are at the right door. Dillon went walking and got to the door and opened it and stepped in and it was really dark He could not see anything, he hard the voice. Whore, drop your pants and loose the shoes. Dillon hesitated and the guy slapped his head and said, boy you need to listen to me or leave right now. Dillon started to unfasten his belt while he kicked off his shoes and then unbuckled his jeans and unzipped them and pushed them down and stepped out of them. Fucking whore that took way too long, Dillon felt two hands on his shoulders and he was told to walk. He took ten big steps and then the voice said stop. He felt his right arm being pulled to his back and then his left and they were zip tied and then the guy grabbed his shoulders and turned him to the right and his body was pushed forward and his chest fell on some cushion. He tried to figure it out, it was not sofa since it was much higher but that is what it felt like. Then he felt his ass being touched and he could feel this guys breath on his hole and slowly his ass checks were pulled apart and then wet. Oh fuck he thought, that feels so amazing. Dillon began to moan. The guy kept licking and sucking that little hole and then stopped. He pushed Dillon's legs apart and then sent back to eating his hole. The guy stopped and pulled Dillon, disappointed he thought he was going to be able to finally suck this guys cock but to his surprise the guy slid a ball gag into his mouth and fasted it and he again turned him and made him walk five more feet to a bathroom, a dimmer switch was put on and he could see the shower, toilet and sink. The guy lubed up his finger and slide it in Dillon and Dillon protested through the gall gag. Then a metal cold object slid in and the water was turned on and Dillon felt full. More full and then the metal was slowly pulled out and the guy said hold it there boy. Dillon did but after five minutes he had to let the water out. He Dillon shot all the liquid and shit into the shower and the guy slide the metal up his hole and did it again and Dillon held it and shot out all the water this time. The guy whipped his ass off and hole and turned him again and walked him back to the same spot and bend him over and began to really eat his hole and tongue fuck it. Dillon moaned and then that fucking lubed finger was slid in and he was finger fucked and then two. Dillon was really getting pissed, fucking hell he thought I am not gay. He was trying to figure out a way to get out of this hell when the guy stood up and rubbed his big dick on Dillon's hole and Dillon thought no fucking way he is gonna fuck me not in this life. The guy slide a bottle under his nose and he said inhale while the guy held the other side and he made him do that four times each side and as the guy put the cap back on it he slowly pressed his dick against that virgin hole and he could hear Dillon scream and wrestle to get off the bench but the guy was too big and strong and slowly that huge dick broke though and sank into Dillon all nine inches of it. The guy whispered in Dillon's ear "boy, you have one slut pussy on you." He began to slow fuck Dillon and with as tight as Dillon's virgin ass was he only lasted ten minutes before he shot his load in the boy. The guy slowly pulled out and said, boy are you ready to suck my dick now? Dillon swore and told him to fuck off but none of it was audible. Boy, I asked you a question. He pulled him up and held the back of his head and said shake your head once if you want me to fuck you again right now and cum in your ass or do you want to suck my dick? Dillon was confused but his masculine rapist who had just taken his ass without permission said, boy if you shake your head no to the next question I will fuck that ass again and cum in it right now. Do you want to suck my dick now., Dillon did not hesitate and shook his head yes. Dillon thought if he would just suck this guys dick he would be able to get out of here and never do anything like it again. The guy with the huge dick said good boy, now I am going to unfasten your ball gag. If you scream I am going to give you a liver punch and do some real damage you hear. Shake your head if you understand and Dillon shook his head yes. The guy unfastened the ball gag and then told Dillon to get on his hands and knees and he pulled a chair out and sat on it right in front of Dillon. Then he grabbed his head and lowered it down and told Dillon to open his mouth and Dillon felt that cummy dick on his tongue. Dillon started to suck and lick that big dick and swallow his own ass juices and all that mans cum and soon the guy dick was clean and Dillon was sucking hard and as deep as he could and the guy pressed his head down and Dillon was force to throat the guy. Fuck Dillon thought this guy is gonna kill me I can not fucking breath. The guy let Dillon up and Dillon coughed and tried to inhale. The guy put the poppers up to his nose and made him breath in again and soon Dillon was high as fuck. He got really close to his ear and he said boy, you see now why I had to fuck you. You lied and said you were an expert cock sucker, you will be coming for weeks before you can gain that title. Now get the fuck back down on my big dick. He grabbed Dillon and slide his cock deep down Dillon's throat and slowly fucked him as Dillon tired to breath. Each time Dillon was able to keep that dick down his throat longer and after eight deep throats and a break in between to do poppers and breath the guy pulled him off and told Dillon the lick his balls and eat his hair ass. Dillon worked his balls and sucked on them and worked his way down to his hairy hole and licked and ate as the guy spread and lifted his legs letting Dillon get in deep and the guy encouraged him. Fuck that is it boy, finally found something you are a natural at. It totally centered Dillon and made him eat and tongue like crazy and after ten minutes the guy said okay boy. You got me worked up and now I need you to show me what you have learned, if you can without my help fuck your throat with my dick I will let you blow me till I cum and leave. If not I will take your ass again. Do you understand, Dillon agreed and said he understood. Dillon opened his mouth and took a big breath and then sucked his way down but could not get the last two inches even when he used his neck muscles to press down and after five minutes he had to come up for air. While he was catching his breath the ball gag went back in and it was strapped on and he thought fuck, here we go again. The guy pushed him forward and fingered his hole, one finger all the way in and then two and finally three and twisted them around and finally pressed his cock up against the hole and told Dillon to push back. Dillon just stayed right in place and then a hard smack on his ass. The guy left a red mark and then another slap and he said boy until you fuck yourself on my dick I am gonna beat your ass. Dillon pressed back and although the pain was intense he finally got the dick to slide into him and he slowly fucked himself on the dick taking a little more each time and soon he was starting to like it. Dillon thought, fuck how could he like a dick in his ass. He knew he was not gay and loved pussy. The guy grabbed the ball gag and loosened it and and let it fall out of Dillon's mouth. His rapist grabbed his hips and fucked him hard and soon he was panting while Dillon was moaning and making whimpering sounds and a minute before the guy shot, Dillon came in his jock. The guy fucked away and said boy you have a fag pussy on your, you just came. Your hole tightened right up and you are gonna make be blow my second load in you. The guy shoved his dick in deep and came hard. The guy slowly pulled out and told Dillon to stand. He did and the guy walked him back to his cloths and told him he needed to be back at 7 Am on Friday that is the next day she is heading to work early. I have a copy of your license so know where you live and will come to your place if you are not here and share what you have been doing with your girlfriend. Understand pussy boy? You need practice until you learn how to suck dick like a true whore. Then he grabbed a knife and cut the zip tie and told him to get dressed and leave the way he came in. The guy seemed to have disappeared. It was still dark but he go this jeans on but put his shirt inside out and had not noticed till he got to the car and took it off and turned it inside out and drove to work.