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**This is a work of fantasy and fiction. Any similarity to anyone living or dead is purely coincidental. Nothing in this work should be construed as medical advice in any way** Chapter 3: Zero for 135 All during the drive home from Palm Springs, even when traffic slowed to its inevitable crawl once he hit West Covina, Dr. Matthew’s head was spinning…he had taken about 18 certifiable, unmedicated and toxic loads up his hole the day before, including 4 from his mentor, Dr. Dan Martinelli. Were there a few moments when he said to himself “What have you done?” Definitely there were…but then the voice in his head reassured him that this is what he wanted, he got into that sling willingly and his own cock shot multiple loads of cum while the poz guys gang-banged him, and later while Martinelli bred him 4 times with his poz seed. It was his destiny and he didn’t want to deny it any longer. So any doubts in his mind were doused and he knew he was on the right path to becoming part of the brotherhood. As an infection disease doctor, he also knew poz conversion from fucking was still relatively unlikely and it’s highly unusual to turn poz from just one night. Yeah, he would wait for the “fuck flu” to hit in a few weeks but he wasn’t confident it would hit, not yet,anyway – so he wasn’t confident, but was hopeful. No, the only way to ensure his getting over the line and seeing 2 red lines on a test strip was to keep taking poz loads. And he knew just who he should speak to about that. Arriving early at the office on Monday morning, Matthew poured some coffee for himself and waited for Keith to arrive. He had sent a text on Sunday afternoon asking Keith to come in a few minutes early as there was something he wanted to mention to him. “Hey, Doc,” Keith greeted him, breezing in and ready to work as always, his ultra-confident manner and eagerness to start a new work week always impressed his employer, Dr Matthew. Keith was looking especially hot this morning in his tight blue scrubs and with the lower part of his radioactive symbol tattoo peeking out under his sleeve. “How was your weekend, Doctor?” the nurse asked, settling in the chair on the other side of Matthew’s desk and sipping his coffee. “I wanted to tell you something, Keith”, the doctor started hesitantly. “It’s not a work thing, it’s more of a personal thing,” he said, shifting in his chair. Keith could sense the young idealistic Doctor was uncomfortable. “I went to Palm Springs,” he began, “specifically the men’s club over in Cathedral City. I enjoyed myself more than I ever have before, and I took about 18 loads of poz cum, including 4 from Dr. Martinelli.” He had blurted out the words, not stopping to gauge his listener’s reaction or thinking about the appropriateness of telling an employee this information. “Oh, yeah, Dan called me Sunday morning,” Keith said, a sly smile “welcome to the chase!” Dr Matthew looked up with a start. He was surprised that even Keith and Dan Martinelli knew each other, but as he thought about it, he realized ‘of course, they are part of the poz brotherhood that has sprung up.’ “What did he say, specifically?” was all the young doctor could utter as he processed this information. “Just that you’re on the chase now, and he helped you out. He said I should aim to help you as well, if you’d be into that…unless it would be awkward since I work for you.” Still kind of reeling from this info, Dr Matthew simply said “Yeah, it’s probably best we don’t mix work and pleasure like that, Keith. But maybe you can put me in the path of some of your poz buddies who can help me out.” And that is how, two nights later, Dr. Matthew had an “appointment” with a friend of Keith’s, a burly Scottish man named Angus who pozzed up himself about three years ago from Randy, a founding member of The Ten. Angus had just earned his first X tattoo and was looking for more conversions from his potent HIV cum. Angus volunteered to be the dedicated gifter to young Dr. Matthew for 6 weeks, and for those weeks they met two or three times per week, every time Angus loading up the young chasing doctor with high-viral seed. Dr Matthew, being the somewhat obsessive person he was, kept a “pozzing spreadsheet” and by the end of the 6 weeks, it showed Angus has deposited 45 loads of HIV into Matthew’s mancunt. Most of their sessions began the same way: Matthew would prep his hole and come over to Angus’ apartment and assume the doggy position, which Angus favored. Frequently, a toothbrush was used to scratch up Matthew’s pretty little hole and then Angus would unleash his uncut poz weapon inside the young chaser’s ass. It was more clinical than anything romantic but still Matthew’s neg cock would spurt forth a couple of loads of cum as Angus’ thick uncut poz pole plundered the young doctor’s neg mancunt. Angus, like all of The Ten, was a proven poz multi-cummer and one fuck per night simply wouldn’t do, and in a few minutes the burly Scot would be back up the young doctors pussy to inseminate more toxic seed. And it went on like this for those 6 weeks, yet Dr. Matthew still had no signs of the fuck flu he was all too familiar in seeing in others. For all of Angus’s efforts, his strain did not imprint inside Matthew’s body. Matthew figured it would happen, but even after 45 loads of infected Scottish seed, the deed had not been done…in terms of poz results vs poz loads taken, he was now 0 for 63. He admitted to himself a bit of discouragement. Every home test would only display one red line, never two. Angus had to travel to the UK at the end of September, so Keith set Matthew up with a new dedicated donor: Mack, or “Sir Mack,” as his social media accounts proclaimed was a dominant black Daddy type, originally from Trinidad, who had been pozzing chasers in Miami for years now, with a great track record, Sir Mack and his 10-inch pierced pozzing stick had brought over 30 guys into the brotherhood, an effort dedicated with 3 dark X’s inked across his mid-section, as well as a biohazard symbol on each arm and a scorpion with a bloody red stinger emblazoned across his chest. Mack threw a mean fuck into whoever’s hole was in front of him, and as with all members of The Ten, he could cum buckets, and repeatedly in a single pozzing session. Mack had decamped to California for a few weeks to film content…his fan pages were wildly popular, with thousands of guys subscribing to see Mack roughly plow faceless bottoms into poz status. Sir Mack, therefore, eagerly accepted the gig from Keith to poz up the young doctor…he had a particular fixation on infecting medical professionals and turning them into poz cumdumps and gifters. He counted 8 nurses, 3 physical therapists, 4 respiratory therapists, 2 psychologists among his poz progeny, all of whom have further passed the gift to countless others. Now he would get a Medical Doctor, and an HIV specialist at that, to breed and gift into the brotherhood, and he could hardly wait. Keith warned Dr. Matthew that as hot and sexy as Angus was, Sir Mack throws an entirely different fuck into a bottom – Mack is rough and dominant and when he wants to fuck and breed his HIV into someone, nothing stops him. “You’re basically just a hole when you’re in Sir Mack’s vicinity, Doc,” was what Keith told the young HIV chasing doctor. “He threw me around like a ragdoll when we fucked, so brace yourself. You’ll love it, but it’s a wild ride.” As he drove to Sir Mack’s rental house, Matthew was nervous but excited. He would have been happy if Angus had ended up his pozfather, but since that didn’t happen, he was eager for Mack to convert him. Matthew had decided he wanted to know his gifter, the man who would shoot his HIV into his hole and turn the chaser in him into the newest member of the Class of 2025 poz brotherhood. As much as he had liked the Cathedral City gangbang from Frankie and Co., he wanted a deep connection to his gifter, to know the strain that pozzed him. Would it be Sir Mack? His hole twitched in anticipation. He was also expecting a dominant Daddy-type to do to him what Keith described – throw him around like a ragdoll. So, imaging his surprise when Sir Mack opened the door and greeted Matthew with a deep kiss and hug. Whereas Angus would greet Matthew fully naked and hard, ready to AIDS-fuck, Mack greeted him at the door fully clothed and, in fact, wearing an apron, and embraced him deeply followed by a tender kiss. “What was happening,” Matthew thought to himself? “I thought I’d make you some dinner, since you’ll be here awhile,” Mack explained, walking into the kitchen and stirring a large pot bubbling on the stove. “Of course, we’ll eat after we take care of business,” Mack said, turning back to Matthew and smiling a 1000-watt smile at him. “There’s some wine there,” he said, pointing to an opened bottle of red. “Help yourself.” “You look a little stunned, Matthew,?” Mack asked. “It’s just that I think I expected a different sort of welcome,” the young doctor replied, “I had heard you would be very rough.” Mack chuckled “Oh, that’s just my fan content stuff…gotta maintain the stereotype. When you look like me, guys expect a certain scene. Did Keith tell you that? Yeah, I fucked Keith a few times on the fan page…that was ‘content,’ this is different. This is more real, just you and me. If I’m gonna be your poz Daddy, I think we need to establish more of a connection, don’t you?” Matthew was relieved to hear this and his hole twitched some more. “Why don’t you go upstairs and get those clothes off and get into bed,” Mack told the young doctor “I’ll be up in a minute,” he said, switching off the stove burner and moving the pot into the oven. Matthew did as instructed, got into bed and was fingering his twitching hole, his cock expanding as he heard Mack’s footsteps on the stairs. “Leave your hole to me,” Mack said, seeing Matthew fingering it. And with that, Mack gently turned Matthew onto his stomach, hiked up his legs and ass and ate out the young doctor’s negative pussy for about 10 minutes. Matthew was in ecstasy at this – Angus almost never rimmed him, or for very long, and Mack’s caring treatment of Matthew’s hole had him so relaxed and open, like no one had ever done prior. “You’re ready,” Mack finally announced and Matthew felt the first of Mack’s 10 thick inches penetrate his waiting cunt. “Little bit at first, I have wanted in this pussy for a long time, I want to take my time right now,” Mack told him as Matthew braced himself for the remainder of the pierced HIV club Mack was pressing into him. At Mack’s command, he breathed deeply and Mack used that to slide the rest of the fat AIDS-cock into the young, impressionable doctor. He was in up to the hilt now. Typical of all The Ten, Mack’s cock was precumming like crazy, already spreading his HIV into the young doctor. Slowly, Mack began to piston it in and out of the hole, Matthew writhing in pleasure and moaning into the pillow. Mack took his left arm and brought the young doctor up close to him…”Feel that cock in there, Matthew? It’s bringing you right into the poz brotherhood,” he said repeatedly as he picked up his pace and soon was plunging the poz weapon deep inside the young physician. This went on for awhile, longer than Frankie, or Dr. Martinelli or Angus ever lasted up inside Matthew’s neg mancunt, but Mack was having too much fun and pleasure to want to stop now and the deep drilling continued for another 15 minutes without a break, the young doctor squirming and moaning in pleasure. Finally, the moment came for Mack to impregnate Matthew with this viral load and as usual with Mack, it was a gusher – Matthew, in his daze, could feel 11 or 12 shots of pure venom unloaded into him from the powerful Trinidadian Daddy, but honestly it could have been more than that, he was in such bliss knowing this titan of a man was loading him up with pure poz seed. Mack shuddered and thrust his cock deeper, as if to get every drop of HIV into the young doctor and then finally withdrew and rolled Matthew over onto his back and beside him. “We’ll go again in a few minutes,” he said “You know, I’m good for at least 3 more loads, and you’ll be getting them, and then we can eat,” he said, passing Matthew a glass of water. “Stay hydrated and hold that seed in your hole, Doctor. I’ll be adding more shortly.” The process went on for another 3 hours, as Mack would deeply rim the gaping hole, tasting some of his own AIDS-cum and bringing it up to Matthew to sample as well. Then, more deep and prolonged fucking and loading up the doctor’s hole, which by the fourth plundering of the evening, was blown out into an O shape, HIV-cum clinging to the walls. Mack thrust a lucite dildo up into the hole and told Matthew to keep it there. They finally went down to eat and drink some more wine, Matthew was spinning out in his head at the thought of Mack’s potent seed already possibly doing it’s work on his body, penetrating its defenses and converting the chaser into a successful poz brother. And this was what happened every few nights for the entirety of the 6 weeks that Mack was staying in Los Angeles. By Matthew’s spreadsheet, he had received 72 loads of Mack’s AIDS-seed, so imagine the disappointment at every home test showing only the one line of negativity and not the two red lines of beautiful HIV positivity. Eventually, Mack’s short-term lease was up – in addition to his working to poz Matthew, he had filmed dozens of hard-driving fuck scenes with scores of guys for his content pages, so it was finally time for him to return home to Miami. There was an emotional scene at the LAX departures lobby as Matthew wept softly into Sir Mack’s broad shoulders at not converting by him, but Mack reassured the young doctor. “Do not worry, son, it will happen, and when it does we will celebrate,” and with that, he was through security and out of sight in the crush of the airport. Matthew pulled out his phone to look at the spreadsheet…by Matthew’s calculations, this meant 135 loads of cum, from the gangbang in Cathedral City, from his mentor Dr. Martinelli, from Angus and now from Sir Mack had failed to upgrade Dr. Matthew into the poz brotherhood. Class of 2025 might have to wait until Class of 2026! He knew what he had to do: He dialed Keith’s number. End of Chapter 3

Hi! Sorry for the long wait between chapters. Writing is hard and motivation is scarce. Fortunately, I had a hot encounter with a big hot bear recently that gave me a spark of inspiration so here's Part 3 of 4 to the story of the Dirty Daddy and the Dumb Boy. Not gonna lie, this was rushed and not spellchecked! Forgive any typos or stuff that just doesn't make sense. I just wanted this get this out ASAP. ------- Part 3 My vision was getting blurry and the room seemed to be slightly spinning. I soldiered on, determined to finish this job and collect the money I needed. I was eager to get out of this dangerous situation as fast as I could. I’ve never drank this much before so the effects of the alcohol were new to me. I didn’t know my own limits and unfortunately I had unknowingly passed the line already. While trying to fight against my spaghetti legs I suddenly felt Papa’s hands grab both of my shoulders which helped me keep my balance. He took a hold of my body and pointed me towards the bed. “Sit down on my bed, boy. You look like you’re close to falling over. Take a load… off.” It seemed like he was being courteous but I didn’t see the evil glint in his eye that would’ve indicated otherwise. “Yeah, you’re right. I guess I just drank a little more than I should’ve.” He led me to bed, rubbing my shoulders along the way until I plopped down. He stood in front of me, putting his hands back on my shoulders, his giant furry belly at eye level with me. Glancing down I saw his huge cock tenting in his underwear, with a wet spot right where the tip of this mushroom head was. The thought of wanting to see his cock flashed in my mind, and then I noticed my own arousal making my cock stir, this was wrong. Papa started rubbing the back of my neck and head, each rub pulling me slightly closer towards him almost as if he was subtly guiding me towards his crotch. The musk emanating from his crotch was very strong. The stench invading my nose served as a reminder of what was at stake if I didn’t take control of the situation. I tried to move my head back but his firm grip on the back of my head kept me from retreating. “Relax, boy. You’re so tense right now. Just let Papa make you feel good.” Suddenly, he pushed my face into his crotch, I could feel the heat from his tool and a strong throb. I was going to protest verbally but he worked my neck with his big strong hands and I melted into him, they felt so good. Between the liquor, the massage, his musk, and sexual tension of it all, I was completely lost. I surrendered myself to Papa and let him run his hands all over me. “Good boy. Your body feels so good and soft to touch.” I let out a small moan. “I’ve never had a massage before, this feels amazing.” He became more aggressive, rubbing me all over my neck, back, and chest. Every once in a while he would graze my crotch, making my dick jump from the sensation. With one hand Papa grabbed my neck and forced my head upwards, my eyes met his gaze. Something was different, he didn’t have the kind, caring eyes that he had beforehand. His look was more stern, his eyes demanded my attention. He leaned forward and his lips met mine. His tongue forced its way into my mouth, meeting mine in a passionate kiss. With each passing moment he became more aggressive while we made out. Every once in a while he would break our kiss to rub my pecs, lick my neck and ears, or grab my cock. After making out for about five minutes, Papa pulled away. He took his underwear off and then tugged mine off. He began to slowly stroke my cock. My dick was harder than it had ever been before, leaking a bead of precum. “Your lips are so soft, I bet they’d feel amazing on my cock.” His fat cock looked and smelled delicious. Something about his nasty musk lured me in. His pheromones were doing their work on me… along with the liquor. I wanted it in my mouth but I still had some sense. “You have HIV. I can’t put your cock in my mouth, I don’t want to get infected.” Papa laughed. “Trust me boy, sucking on it is safe. It’s my cum that’s toxic anyways, no one’s ever gotten infected from just sucking on another man’s cock.” It sounded plausible enough to me and Papa seemed like such a nice guy, why would he lie? My mind was being tortured by the decision I had to make; Suck Papa’s dick or quickly make an exit. Flashes of the encounter I had with the older man I met while at college flashed through my head. The way he tried to seduce me, chickening out, and later having second thoughts about letting him have his way with me. While deliberating, Papa gave his fuck stick a couple of shakes and I watched thick bead of precum drip down and hit the floor. I thought to myself “Fuck it. As long as I'm just sucking him, it should be safe.” I opened my mouth and he took that as enough consent. He pulled into his musky crotch, his cock head slipped past my lips. I held onto his sides to find my balance, and began slurping his head, sucking it like a lollipop. "Mm, fuck boy—just like that," he says, the hard fleshy member throbbed as I sucked on it. I felt this fingertips massaging my head and subtly controlling my movements at the same time. He slowly pushed my head down into him, his dick sliding deeper into my mouth until he tickled my tonsils with his tip. "Good boy, that's a nice cocksucker! You’ve got a pussy mouth." "Thank you," I muttered, muffled by his member. I felt proud that I was doing such a good job sucking his dick, it was my first time and I was already getting compliments. I was eager to do a good job. I rolled my tongue around my cockhead for a second before slurping the shaft down, going all the way to the base of his 8 inch cock, and burying my nose into his fatpad. I immediately gagged. “Slow down, boy. Don’t kill yourself on my cock just yet. I like nice, slow head. That’s how my boys usually get me to blast my load down their throats, try it.” The idea of Papa blasting his load down my throat excited me but I knew it was dangerous. Sucking him was one thing, but letting him infect me with a viral load was different. I struggled against Papa’s firm grip on my head enough for his cock to slip out of my mouth. He looked disappointed. “Sorry Papa, I don’t mind sucking your cock but I don’t want you to cum in my mouth. You said it was toxic.” I was being assertive, finally taking control of the situation. Things had already progressed too far, I couldn’t believe the liquor messed with my mind and made me suck off his dirty daddy. “That’s why you have to swallow it all after I cum.” Papa said matter of factly. “Your stomach acid will do the rest of the work and kill the virus. Didn’t you learn that in school, boy? Now if I shot a hot load in your ass, that would be a different story. You’d definitely be in trouble.” Of course that’s how it works. How would I be so stupid? Papa’s logic made total sense to me. Sucking him off was fun and I didn’t really want to stop anyways. My only fear was getting infected by him shooting his load in my mouth but I didn’t have to worry about that if I just gulped it down. Papa moved closer to me, he grabbed the back of my head again and pushed his cock back into my mouth and I greedily sucked on it. "Fuck. That's good throat," Papa’s hips started to move in sync with his hands to gently fuck my face. "You’re doing a GREAT job, boy! You’re working that nut out of my sack.” "Thank you, Papa," I mumbled on his cock, trying not to gag. I looked up into his eyes and saw his face contort as he moaned and seethed in pleasure. His groans grew increasingly primal, grunting like an animal as he pushed his cock into my throat. I could feel it throb and expand as he got closer to orgasm. He was really into getting the motion of fucking my face. What started out as gentle and slow was becoming rough and frantic. Suddenly he pushed his cockhead past my tonsils, and touched the back of my throat. I gagged and tried to back up, but his hand on my head kept me steady as his cock started to throb and leak a ton of precum into my mouth. "I'm fucking cumming, boy! Here comes my toxic spunk, open that throat wide!" Suddenly I could feel his cock blast ropes of hot cum into the back of my throat. I made sure to swallow everything as fast as I could, it was difficult to do with Papa’s cock almost blocking my airway completely. "Fuuuuuck… fuuuuuck…" he groaned with each pump, his body convulsed while he thrust his dick into my mouth. It took a full minute for Papa to finish his orgasm. He withdrew from my mouth leaving a trial of slobber and cum from my lips to the tip of his cock. I made sure to swallow whatever was left in my mouth. “Whew boy, I needed that! Was that your first time sucking cock? You’re a natural.” He shook his cock at me, flicking a bit of cum into my face. I was still sitting on the edge of the bed at a loss for words, drunk and confused about what I just did. Papa walked around the bed and then laid down on it. He grabbed me and pulled into his bed with him. We laid side by side with his arm around my shoulder. He started stroking my cock while stroking his. I was amazed that he was still rock hard after cumming “I thought everyone went soft after an orgasm, how do you still have an erection?” Papa gave a slight chuckle. “I’m just always horny boy, as long as I’m turned on I can keep going. I can cum multiple times and the second load is always the biggest. ” He had impressive stamina for a man his age. He flashed a devilish smile at me. “You know… you made me feel really good with your mouth so maybe I can return the favor by making you feel really good too.” I was intrigued, everything he did to me so far felt amazing. “What did you have in mind?” “Flip over and lay on your stomach. Now.” I did as I was told. Papa sat up and climbed over me, straddling my legs between his while he knelt over me. I felt his cock slap my asscheek. “Just relax, boy. I’m going to take you to paradise.” I let out a sigh as he began kneading my back with his big, strong hands. At that point, I totally let go. My body was buzzing and I’m pretty sure I was drooling a little bit. In my drunken state I began to sink into the bed. I was starting to drift in and out of consciousness, not enough to black out but enough for my head to be enveloped in a hazy fog. Papa shifted around while massaging me and I felt his cockhead grinding against my crack, slowly parting my cheeks. “You ready for paradise, boy?” Papa asked. “Yes” I mumbled, unaware of what was about to take place next. “Good. Cuz you’re all mine now.” The predator caught his prey. Part 4 - The big finale will be out before the end of the year. (Hopefully).

If everyone is turned on and into their playmate(s), it’s not creepy at all. There’s nothing quite like being rimmed out fucked & bred by younger cock. Feeling them bust a load inside you is proof they’re into it.

It’s only creepy if they think it’s creepy. And since you seem to have a regular thing going with them, I seriously doubt they have an issue with the age gap. I do understand your questioning, since I was in confronted the same issue about 4 years ago. I was 58 and the Grinder hookup was 19. I asked him directly and he assured me he was more than OK with the age gap. In fact, he confessed he had been with a few guys who were in their 60’s before. So enjoy while it lasts!

Since my cock is above average in girth, I have had this issue, especially in my 20’s and 30’s when quite a few of the bottoms were relatively inexperienced. By the time I got them totally open to taking me raw, I had them somewhat relaxed and ready. I typically ate their ass and used a finger or two to get the lube inside there fuck hole. Since my cock gets thicker as Itgeir ass slides towards the base, it helped when I would go slow and stop occasionally to give their ass time to adjust. If they still had some difficulty, I found poppers typically relaxed them enough so I could get all the way in. On a few occasions, I had to pull out and let them rest. I found fingering them help stretch them open. I remember only one the guy couldn’t take me. He was a young virgin (legal age-barely) that was just too nervous. But the next time we met, he managed to take me. for the few times I have been fucked, I found copious amounts of alcohol and poppers helped me relax. I don’t know if anyone else has experienced this issue, but I found it easier to take thicker cocks, rather than really thin ones. One guy I remember felt like I was being jabbed with pencil repeatedly; he was so ridged with no give. The thicker and bigger cocks seem to be more forgiving and flexible. Maybe I was just a size queen back than? Who knows.

Based on my experiences: Getting bred is amazing. I find there is more intimacy with bareback sex than with a condom. I don’t always feel cum in my ass. For me it depends on either how big the tops load is or how many loads I receive. I have had guys orgasm and not felt anything or had any leakage later. I have also received big loads and immediately felt wet inside and had leakage. If a take several loads, I definitely feel the cum inside me. Sometimes I can feel the pulsing sometimes not. For me it depends on how strong the tops ejaculation is and/or how thick the tops cock is. After I have been bred I have a blissful feeling. I feel happy that the top got off using my body and rewarded me with his load. I try to keep loads in me as long as possible. I don’t like to push it out. I want my body to absorb as much as possible. Getting fucked feels amazing to me. I have known since I was a teenager that I enjoyed having things in my ass. So I have always wanted to be a bottom. The first time I was fucked was by an older man at a bathhouse. It hurt at first but then became pleasurable. I was sore the next day. I was honestly unsure about it all for a few days afterwards but after a few weeks I was horny again and back at the same bathhouse getting fucked again. After a few times my body got used to it. Now it is a very pleasurable experience. I have been fucked by guys much older than me and much younger than me. I have never felt weird about it. We are all looking for the same thing and just want to enjoy the experience.

Hi Guys. Thanks for the comments. I agree the women are getting a little repetitive and I didn't intend for it to become a downer on the story. I guess I got stuck in a rut with the story line. I'll take some time to think around some new directions to take it.

I think you need to get out more. It's definitely not creepy, and it is definitely widely accepted between men that need to show the kids how to fuck, and take pride in their work. I'm no chickenhawk, but I've fucked the feathers off a number of them through the years. It's up to the more "experienced" to pass our learned-talents down to the younger guys. If we don't do that, then how will they learn?

I agree with @PG1961Canada, @Captool and @OlderkinkybiguyUnless you are blackmailing them…. If they keep coming back ….clearly they are enjoying it so I would not call it creepy. maybe for them it may be “kinky” but I would certainly not call it “creepy” so lay back and enjoy!!! oh …. And where did you meet these guys? (He asked so he could try the same app)

I am not sure how most feel but I like wearing a jock, or thong. Before chastity was popular the only way you could let people know your focus was on your pussy was to hide your dick. Jocks and thongs were/are an easy way to do that. I am not a big man height 5’5” so my package looks much larger than it is. I’m 7” but thick. Most guys see that and focus on my dick and nothing else. Unfortunately I am not a bottom that enjoys getting his dick sucked or played with.

You know you're a true cum dump when... you're in an XXX bookstore and there are no customers, so you strike up a polite conversation with the clerk behind the counter and she tells you that she and her coworkers routinely laugh about you and refer to as "the pig." Not "a pig." "THE pig." They refer to "the pig" and instantly know who that means and have a good laugh. I'm "the pig."

There is nothing mote intimate than a man's semen filling another man. That being said whether i feel his nutt is totally secondary than feeling his orgasm. The quickened pace of his penis fucking me, his deeper and faster breathing and of course the pulsations of his dick and the thought that every pulse is an indication of a volley of his seed coating my rectum and if the fucking was vigorous enough even soaking through my ass walls.

I started doing this years ago. Like others, I often go booth to booth looking for shiny spots on the floor. It really helped increase my cum consumption. It used to be a hard thing to get 10 loads in a session, but now I do it routinely. I often get 3 to 5 loads from the floor and occasionally a used condom.

Tbh I think sometimes I THINK I feel him. But often it's the body language when he cums and the noise he makes what makes you think you can feel him shooting.

Today I was in Jefferson City Missouri for some easy repair work so I jump on sniffies and I’ve got it running in the background and I jump on periodically looking for what ever catches my eye. I wasn’t sure if I was in a bottoming mood or a topping mood. Anyway I happen to see a few miles away on the map that there was this 33 year old muscle hairy top with a nice 8” cock. The kind that has a huge bulbous head on the end. So I shoot him a message and wait and o go back to work. A few min later I check and he had replied and we exchange some pics and at this point I’m wanting to bottom for this alpha top. So I finish my work and I run to the gas station to clean out in the bathroom. I shoot him a message and say I’m cleaned out and I have an hour that I can take for lunch and he said he could host so he shoots me the address and we get there at about the same time bur he welcomes me in and he is fucking hot short hair and muscular as hell. I could see he was fit even through his button up shirt. So he asked if I wanted a drink or something and I said naw and that I’d like to get right to it so he leads me back to his bedroom and we strip and I fall to my knees and suck his cock and I’m doing my best to deep throat him but that head was so big I could barley fit it in my mouth. But he gets rock hard and I ask him where he wants me and he said what ever is more comfortable for me and I say doggy. He asks me if I’d like some poppers and I’m like yeah I’ll try some. So I take a few hits and my head is swimming and he starts eating my ass and he stands up and starts rubbing some lube on my ass and flipping his cock head up and down on my hole and he asks “do you have a preference where you want my cum to go” and I said “I’d prefer if you put it deep inside me” so he starts pressing in and my ass tries to open but it hurt a lot so he said “ I’m going to work your hole open with my fingers for a bit” and I believe he put in two and he was nice and gentle. So I take a couple more hits of poppers and hold my breath and my head is thumping while he presses slowly into my ass and finally gets it in and we hold it there and I take another hit of poppers as he starts to fuck me and I look to the side and I see a full length mirror and I can see this muscular hairy alpha top getting balls deep in my pale ass and he asks “are you ok with going multiple rounds?” And I’m like “yeah we got time” so he fucks me like that for a while and he gets super hard and pumps my ass hard and shoots his first load. He pulls out and I ask him to grab a pic and he does and I stand up and I can few his load running down my leg and he goes and washes off and comes back and I suck his cock and I can taste his cum on the top lip of his cock and he gets hard again and I lay on my back and he sucks my cock for a little bit but I can’t get hard so he tries to put it back in but he goes limp and I apologize and say I’m nervous and he said yeah it’s always like that on the first meeting so we head to the bathroom and I wipe a few times and he washes off and he walks back into his bedroom and I come maybe 20 second later and he is putting some stuff away and I fall to my knees again and start sucking his cock and he gets rock hard again and has me get on my back and he slides in and he starts pounding and I start begging him for his load and he lets loose again and floods me a second time. I had him get another pic but you couldn’t see the cum just my red swollen hole. So we head back to the bathroom and chitchat again and I get dressed and thank him for the two loads and tel him I’ll hit him up next time I’m in town. So I head to my next job and complete it and it’s probably an hour later and I go to the bathroom and push out a massive load and 30 seconds later push out a glob more. My hole is throbbing right now and I can’t wait to go another round with him.

It was a stressful day. I did a lot of overtime non stop this past two weeks. But sniffies been a gold mine with me with guys. A random guy chatted with me. I can see he had a nice cock. A big thick one. 7.5 looks big to me. I couldn’t suck him deeply. After work at 10 hour. It was 2:30 am in the morning. I went to a regional park to pee. I got a notification from a random guy. He won’t share his face picture but will show me his nice thick cock. I told him I want to suck him. He told me to drive to another park closer to his neighborhood. So I did. I passed by it and rerouted back. I parked next to his car. And I got out. We finally exchanged our names. I was like wow-he’s nerdy hunk. Long beard and stocky build. He led me to the picnic tables and he stripped his pants. I got on to suck him. It was soo thick and it hard to deep throat. He let me sniff some poppers. I got so relaxed and hornier. I had the urge to strip naked. He was blown away. He compliment my smooth skin. He made out with me. I begged him to give me hickies and bite, suck my nipples. He obligated every begs. I moan so much. He turn me around and he spit on his dick. He fucked me by bending me over. I was sniffing more poppers. I was enjoying it. I kept moaning louder. I didn’t care if the homes above us heard us. He kept fucking me harder. Until he dumped his seed deep in my hole. I was completely satisfied. Now we plan on to meet up couple of times at night after I leave work. He loved my tight smooth ass.

It is rare but sometimes I feel him pulsating. It is also hit or miss if it leaks out. A real bottom craves the load. I honestly think it’s a hormonal reaction or something but that’s a different topic. If you just want to get fucked to feel what it’s like you are probably not bottom.

Thanks for all your comments! So here's the next part of the journey. Hope you enjoy.... Part 4: The Biohazard Archives: Poz Stories and Porn The calm lasts for the rest of the night. It's a lie, of course, but a comforting one. You sleep soundly, the secret in the freezer a cold, quiet anchor. But the next morning, the lie shatters. You're making coffee. You open the freezer. The condom is still there, but that's all it is. A memory, a pathetic little trophy frozen in time. A toxic bomb, now defused and dead. The risk is gone. Without its poison, it's just a sad piece of rubber. The magic is gone. And in that moment, you realize the chilling, undeniable truth: the memory is not enough. The fantasy is not enough. The hunger is a demand, not a request. And a demand cannot be satisfied by watching. It has to be hunted. You sit back down at your laptop. The screen's glow is a sterile comfort in the dark room. You don't go to the usual apps, the ones filled with "safe" men and "normal" hookups. You go to a search engine and type in the words that have been echoing in your mind. You find a place called Breeding Zone. It's a forum, a digital promised land, and you click through the warning page without a second thought. Creating the profile feels like a clandestine act. The username is a string of random letters and numbers, untraceable. For the avatar, you don't use a picture of your face or your body. You use a close-up, macro shot of your PA ring—the heavy, 00g tribal dream circle of steel. It's a signal. A flag. And then you are in. The forum titles hit you like a physical blow. They aren't coded in polite euphemisms; they are raw, honest, and terrifyingly familiar. My First Pozzing Story. Toxic Load in a Public Toilet. Neg Bottom Looking for My First Gift. A wave of relief so powerful it makes you dizzy, washes over you. You're not a monster hiding in the shadows. You're home. These are your people. They speak your language. They understand the hunger, the need, the dark, beautiful thrill of the chase. This becomes your ritual for the next weeks. Every night, you would return to the same story, the multi-part epic called "Sleazy Sauna." The thread is massive with hundreds of thousands of views. You start reading, your heart hammering against your ribs. From the first sentence, you are not just reading; you are remembering. You are the narrator. You are the safe, middle-aged neg guy walking into that run-down sauna, the smell of damp and chlorine in the air. You feel the eyes of Sid, the old, skinny regular, on you, the thrill of his directness as he compliments your tattoos and casually asks, "Want to fuck?" And then you get to the line that makes you stop and re-read, your breath catching in your throat. When the narrator – when you - ask about a condom, Sid just keeps fucking and says, "I hate the things. Haven’t used them since I was diagnosed." At first, the word doesn't fully land. Diagnosed. It hangs in the air, a clinical, sterile word in the middle of this filthy, intimate act. And then it clicks. This isn't just some old man who prefers to fuck bare. This is a poz man who is planning to plant his toxic seed in your ass without a single thought or care as to whether you are neg or not. For a normal, safe guy, that moment should be a full-stop, a siren blaring, a reason to scream and run. It should be the definition of disturbing. But you can feel it happening to you—the shock, the fear, and the overwhelming, horned-up decision to just go along with it, to let the risk wash over you because the feeling is too good to stop. But it's the second part of the story that truly destroys you. You are again the narrator, having been tested negative and handed a get-out-of-jail-free card. And yet, you are back at the sauna, your heart pounding, your hole twitching with a need you can't explain. You hear Bill at the counter warn the you, "We've a few more in today - couple of guys I 'ain't seen for a while 'cos they've been sick. They don't take meds so their immune system is fucked." You're hard instantly, stroking yourself as you read. You are in that dark room, being pulled between two unseen bodies. You know, with a sick certainty, that these are them. These are the two toxic trolls Bill warned you about, the ones with the highly charged, untreated loads. You are the one sandwiched between them, crying with shame and depravity, feeling the ultimate surrender as you push back and squeeze your hole around their thrusting cocks, eager to milk more poz cum from them and get yourself knocked up. The words on the screen get you close, but they aren't enough to finish you. You need the visuals. You need the sounds. You minimize the forum and open the video file. You find the clip. It opens on a scene of profound intimacy. A bottom is on his back, his legs thrown up in the air, surrendering completely. A top is above him, moving inside him with a slow, deliberate rhythm. Their connection is palpable, a quiet dance of flesh that feels more like a shared prayer than a simple fuck. The gentle, rhythmic slap of skin is the only sound besides their soft moans. Then, the top’s voice cuts through the quiet, a low murmur now laced with a sudden, sharp tension. "I think it broke." And in that moment, you are the bottom. A jolt of pure ice-water panic floods your veins. This wasn't supposed to happen. This was supposed to be safe. Your mind races, screaming at you to push him off, to stop this right now. But your body betrays you. The slow, hypnotic rhythm doesn't stop, and the pleasure is too exquisite, too all-consuming. The fear is there, a sharp edge, but it's dulled by the overwhelming sensation. The top's words were a quiet confession, but to you, they are a test. He needs you to make the choice. The bottom’s response is a choked whimper of pure, unadulterated need, his back arching to meet each deep, steady thrust. "Fuck me anyway. I don't care." You understand that whimper. It's the sound of reason shattering. It's the moment the fear begins to curdle into something else—something dark and thrilling. Your hand is on your own cock, stroking in time with the slow, hypnotic rhythm on the screen. "Do you want me to pull out when I cum?" the top asks, his voice a strained whisper. He's offering one final escape, one last chance for safety. "Of course not," the bottom moans, his voice thick with unwavering desire, pulling him in closer, a silent refusal to let him escape. "But I'm positive," the top says, his voice a quiet, final warning. He's laid all his cards on the table. The risk is now real. It has a name. "I don't care," the bottom breathes. "I want your seed so bad. I want your shit... so fucking good!" That's it. That's the moment of total surrender. The fear doesn't just fade; it transforms into a desperate, all-consuming craving. The thought of his charged load, of his poz seed, is no longer a danger. It's the prize. It's what you want. They continue, the sound of a poppers cap being unscrewed cutting through the heavy breathing. The camera is locked in a single, unchanging POV. You see nothing but the top's cock, now sheathed in the tattered, broken latex, as it slowly sinks into the bottom's ass, then just as slowly withdraws. You don't see their faces. You are the bottom, feeling that broken rubber dragging against your rim with every slow, deliberate stroke. Then, a new sound. A deep sniff. The sound makes your own hand tremble with anticipation. You fumble for your own bottle, unscrewing the cap and bringing it to your nostril, timing your own sharp, desperate inhalation to perfectly match the one you are hearing through the laptop speakers. The rush hits you, a warm wave washing over you, dissolving the last of your resistance. The fear is gone, replaced by a blissful, open hunger. Your mind is no longer thinking about risk; it's focused only on the feeling, on the need to be filled, to be bred. Your head swims, your vision blurs at the edges, and your own moaning grows louder, more guttural, mingling with the sounds from the video until you can't tell where you end and the screen begins. The cock on screen never stops its slow, deliberate motion. Then, another sniff, this time from the top. You hear it, and without hesitation, you take another hit yourself, your body in perfect sync with the men you can only hear. The second rush deepens the hunger, solidifies it into a single, burning purpose. "Yeah, give me your seed," the bottom begs, his voice cracking with emotion. "Give me that fucking charged load, yeah, cum in me deep." You feel the words in your own throat. You want to beg for it, too. "Yeah, I'm gonna knock you up," the top growls, his rhythm finally beginning to speed up. "Cum as deep as you can," the bottom cries out. The top grunts, his body tensing as he unloads. He pulls out, and the camera holds on the bottom's gaping, red hole. A single, thick, perfect drop of white cum wells up and drips down. The sight of that charged drop, the sound of those words, amplified by the poppers flooding your system, is the guaranteed trigger. You cum, a huge, explosive load that shoots all over your chest and face, a desperate, solitary offering. You slump back in your chair, panting. You look down at your new jogging pants. Another load soaking into the fabric. They're stiffening with dried cum, becoming a beloved cumrag, a physical testament to how deep you're being drawn in. It was a powerful, intense orgasm, but as the waves of pleasure recede, you're still staring at the screen. The forum is just a collection of words. The clip is just pixels. And you are still alone in your apartment, your pants stiffening with another load. The relief is temporary. The hunger is permanent.

Part 2! Sorry for the long way. Writing is hard! This chapter is a bit of a slow burn but the next chapter will be the climax (lol). I promise it won't take as long as this one did to release. Remember, this is literally one of the first stories I've ever written and I am NOT a profession writer by any means. This story will be littered with typos and bad grammar. Hell, some of it might not make any sense at all! Proofreading is not in my skill set. ----- The day had arrived. I left my parents place in the afternoon and I was on my way to fix this dirty old man’s computer. “In and out. Simple job. Easy money”. That’s what I told myself to justify going against my senses and making this risky trip. Somehow the risk made me a little excited and the thrill made my adrenaline pump. Still, I had a sense of unease the whole bus ride leading up to getting dropped off at PapaTop’s apartment building. It was an older, rundown building in a rough part of town. Before I got on the bus he told me to just go into the building and find his apartment when I got here, the door would be unlocked so I could just walk in without knocking. He’d be waiting for me. I rode the elevator up to his floor and exited into the hallway. I followed the signs and eventually found his door. My heart started pounding in my chest and my cock twitched ever so slightly. “In and out.” I whispered to myself as I reached for the door knob. I twisted the handle and slowly opened the door, as it creaked open my nostrils were immediately hit by a pungent odor that knocked me back an inch or two. If I had to guess, it was a mix of cigarettes, body odor, and hot sex. My brain was screaming at me. “Don’t go in there! You’re in danger!” but that thought was quickly replaced by the image of PapaTop’s cock and my body moved forward on its own. I walked through the door, closing it behind me. My eyes widened as the very first thing I saw was Papa sitting on a couch and jerking his cock in the middle of the living room. This was the very first time I’ve seen him in person and he’s just casually stroking his thick meat in front of me. I was stunned at the sight… but intrigued. He was a big, chubby, bear of a man. The best way I could describe PapaTop would be an old, dirty, Santa but replace his joyous spirit with something a bit more… sinister. He had classic male pattern baldness, missing hair on the top of his head. Thick light gray hair covered his whole body and his fur looked damp, he must’ve worked up a sweat while jerking off. He had on a dirty wife beater and some old, dingy, tighty whities bunched up around one of his ankles. Under his huge belly I saw his thick, greased up cock sticking out from his fat pad. His pics didn’t do his cock any justice. He had a huge mushroom head and a thick veiny shaft. He had to have been 7, maybe 8 inches long if you accounted for the extra inch of cock he had hidden in his fat pad. I shuddered at the thought of having to have it anywhere near my ass, that thing could do damage. This would be enough to scare any sane person away but I froze while my brain processed everything I was looking at. I stared for about 15 seconds hoping that he’d stop and acknowledge me. His eyes were closed but surely he heard his door open when I came in. I felt my dick start to harden in my pants, I couldn’t deny that watching him stroke his meat was turning me on but I told myself that I wasn’t getting hard because of PapaTop. My hormones were just out of whack, that’s all… it wasn’t the thought of his huge, shiny, cock slowly slithering towards me… entrapping me… forcing itself into me… that last thought made me snap back to reality. I gave a light cough to get his attention and I saw his eyes open. “That you, boy? Come on in! No need to be shy. I’m just about finished here.” His voice was deep and a bit raspy with a bit of a country twang to it “Come sit.” He sat up straight, pulled his underwear up, and tucked away his cock. “Sorry, I didn’t mean to walk in on you like that.” I said as I walked towards the couch. The closer I got to him, the more I smelled his musk. He chuckled “Sorry boy. I didn’t know exactly when you were coming and for some reason I woke up very horny today…” He paused and looked me up and down lustfully. His cock was still rock hard in his underwear, I thought I saw it twitch once or twice. “... I thought I could rub one out before you got here but looks like I’m going to have to save that load for later. I was getting close too…” I sat down next to him and tried my best not to look at his crotch, the temptation was strong but I didn’t want to give the wrong impression, I was just here to help him with his computer after all. “So where’s your computer? What kind of issues did you say you were having?” “Oh, my old laptop is around here somewhere… probably in the bedroom. Might take a bit to look for it. Let’s chat first, no need to rush. This is our first time meeting after all.” This wasn’t going to be as quick as I had hoped. We talked for a while, just boring small talk about our lives. As innocent as the conversation was, I couldn’t help but notice him starting to inch closer towards me on the couch. Every now and then he would slap my shoulder or pat my leg. Each time he did it, I felt his touch lasting a small moment longer, lingering longer than what would be considered normal. I noticed him adjusting his cock through his underwear every few minutes too. Sometimes he seemed like he was just playing with himself. My cock started getting hard because of the touches and I was starting to get a little flustered, becoming red in the face. PapaTop noticed. “Hey boy, you seem nervous. You okay?” I tried to play it cool. “Yeah, I’m just a little shy is all, everything’s fine.” Papa got up from the couch. “Oh! I think I know something that will help you relax a bit. Stay put.” The huge man got up, wafting his scent towards me, it didn’t smell as bad as before. Maybe I was getting used to it. He walked into the kitchen for a minute and came back with a bottle of whiskey and two shot glasses. “A couple of shots always helps relieve any anxiety I have. Drink up!” I wasn’t even the legal age to drink yet and I didn’t want to go home to my parents smelling like booze. I declined the drink but PapaTop insisted. “You’ll be fine, boy. One or two drinks isn’t going to get you drunk. You won’t reek either, I have cologne. This is my good stuff too, rare and expensive.” I gave in and let him pour me a shot. He collapsed onto the couch right next to me, our thighs touching, he put his arm around my shoulders to pull me close. His smell was becoming intoxicating and combined with the warmth of his body, my dick was completely stiff. He held up his shot glass and said “Cheers!” We both took a shot simultaneously. It burned going down and I coughed a little. “Aww boy, not used to the burn?” He went to pat my leg to console me but ended up patting my dick, he felt how rock hard it was and teased me “Someone’s happy!” He let out a big laugh that made his belly shake. I was embarrassed. “Sorry, I don’t know why I can’t control it.” He poured us another shot “Don’t worry boy, I’ve been rock hard and leaking ever since you arrived, look.” He spread his legs and I saw his dick straining against his underwear with a damp spot where the head was. “See? We’re just men being men, nothing to be ashamed of.” He handed me another shot of whiskey. “Drink this if you want it to go down quicker. Ever heard of whiskey dick? Liquor makes you go soft.” He didn’t sound completely convincing but I wanted the embarrassing boner to go away quickly so I took the shot, it burned just as much as the first. We talked more, I wasn’t as anxious and the conversation was lively, I guess the whiskey was making me a bit more social. We laughed over some of his old hook-ups mishaps from when he was around my age. Papa poured me a couple more shots at one point, he wouldn’t take no for an answer so I gulped them down. My hard-on wasn’t going down, so I thought I needed another drink or two to help anyway. I noticed him being a bit more touchy and flirty over time, he wasn’t as subtle as before playing with cock in front of me. He had his arm wrapped tight around my shoulders, I was pressed up against his side. I almost felt trapped against him, I’m not sure I could break his hold without REALLY trying. Maybe it was just because I was feeling tipsy but it felt nice being cuddled up against someone,it was harmless flirting anyways. It wasn’t like I was going to hook up with someone 3 times my age, especially not someone with HIV. He started rubbing my shoulders and the back of my neck, I involuntarily let out a soft moan. I couldn’t deny how good it felt, he had big strong hands and they felt magical. He sensed that I was enjoying his touch so he turned me away from him and really started working my back. His hands reached under my shirt and kneaded my lower back causing me to let out more soft moans. I knew letting him touch me like this was dangerous and could lead to him attempting to seduce me but it felt so good. I lost count on how many shots I took but I was still in my right mind. I still had things under control and I wouldn’t let things go overboard if he tried anything. “Relax and let Papa make you feel good. First let’s get this shirt off” He tugged at my shirt from the bottom, slowly pulling it over my head, and then tossed it on the floor. He suggested we get into a more comfortable position so he re-positioned himself on the couch, sitting sideways and placing me between his legs. He leaned back and had me lean back on top of him. His big furry belly felt so soft against my back, it was almost like reclining back on a super comfortable chair. I could feel his cock pressed against my ass but I still had pants on so it wasn't too awkward. His hands started caressing my chest with one hand while he rubbed my belly with the other. He leaned down a bit and I felt his big beard rub against my neck. He put his mouth up to my ear and in a low voice he whispered directly into my ear. “That’s it boy. Let Papa take care of you.” His hands continued to feel all over my body, every once in a while he would reach down and rub my crotch. Each time he did, my dick jumped. Eventually he undid my belt bucket and unzipped my fly so he could play with my dick through my boxers . “You seem uncomfortable with these jeans on. No need for them anyways, I never wear pants when I’m home. You shouldn’t either, so get them off. Now.” It seemed like more of a command than a suggestion. I wanted to get as comfortable as possible so I pulled them off and tossed them next to my shirt on the floor. I was only in my boxers now. I looked back at Papa and saw him staring at me hungrily while rubbing his dick as it poked out the bottom of his underwear. “Sit.” He commanded. I thought to myself “It’s fine. I have my boxers on. I won’t let it go further than this. Five more minutes max then I’ll fix his computer and get out of here before it gets too late”. I re-positioned myself and got nestled back into Papa’s lap. He wrapped one arm around my upper torso and pulled me back into his chest. This time he locked his legs over each of my legs restricting any movement from me. I was completely trapped, I couldn’t struggle if I wanted to. He started licking my ears and neck while rubbing my belly. It tickled a bit but also caused me to squirm around a bit in pleasure. It was a new sensation for me and it drove me wild. Between belly rubs, he would tease my dick by rubbing and grabbing at it through the thin fabric of my boxers. I started tingling all over. I gathered my composure enough to say “Stop! It’s too much! I need a break.” But I felt his grasp get tighter around my body and he doubled down on his efforts to make me squirm. He started licking, kissing, and tonguing my ear viciously, ignoring my pleads for him to stop. “I’m not done with you yet, boy. Just enjoy this.” His hand drifted down into the waistband of my boxers, pulling my dick out. He started playing with it, stroking the shaft slowly and cupping my balls. Instinctively, I wanted to get away but Papa held me tight, I couldn’t escape. I was completely at his mercy but it felt so fucking good. He spit into his hand and started working the head of my dick. I was starting to moan loud, my eyes rolled back, and my brain started getting foggy. I just closed my eyes and let Papa take control. Every once in a while he would whisper in my ear various things like “Yeah boy, just relax.” Don’t worry, I got you.” “Feels good, doesn't it?” Most times I only responded with a soft whimper or moan. After a while I felt something slimy against my skin, it was his cock throbbing against my bare asscheeks. I didn’t even notice that my boxers were halfway down my legs until this point, he must’ve slid them down when I wasn’t paying attention. He started humping me slowly and I felt my asscheeks getting sleek with precum, a lot of it. “Sorry boy, my dick is leaking like crazy. Your hot little body is getting me all worked up, plus I didn’t get to cum earlier because you interrupted me.” My head was still in the clouds. I was just about paralyzed from the sensory overload, whiskey, and his firm restraint of my body that had me locked in place while he took advantage. Every once in a while I would feel him thrust hard against me, causing my ass to bounce on his crotch. Every couple of thrust I felt his dick slip between my lubed up cheeks, prodding at my hole and getting it sleek too. He teased my hole with his mushroom head. “Oh fuck boy. My dirty cock seems to have found a new cave to explore.” Each prod against my virgin hole made my body jolt from the foreign feeling but something felt good about it at the same time so I didn’t protest. His natural lube caused my pucker to slowly part each time his thick head kissed it with a poke. I thought to myself that it's not like he can just stick his cock up my ass. I’m too tight and he’s too thick. That’s when I felt him adjust his cock so it was pressed right against my hole. “Relax boy. Just relax.” He started making out with my neck again. Kissing it, tonguing it, licking all around. I instantly melted into his body, inadvertently causing my ass to sink down around the head of cock slowly. As soon as I felt his head halfway into my ring, I snapped back to my senses and tried to pull my ass up from his cock but he tightened the grasp he had on me, preventing me from moving an inch. I struggled as much as I could. “I said relax boy!” He barked and at same time he bucked his hips forward causing the head of his cock to slide even further into the ring of my hole. “Your ass feels amazing on my cock, stay still while I enjoy this. You will too.” I felt my hole stretching as he started pushing deeper into me, this was a new feeling for me and I couldn’t tell if I liked it. It burned as his head slowly slid further and further in. One more push and his head would be completely in me but I couldn’t say I was a virgin anymore. I didn’t want to lose it to this dirty old man. “Hey! You said you’d behave!” I grabbed the arm he had wrapped around my torso and started to pry myself from his grasp. He made one last push to penetrate me but I used all of my strength to sit up and pull away. It felt like his head might’ve gone in all the way with that final push but I couldn’t really tell. My hole snapped back tight but it felt wet and sore. I felt slightly violated. I was on my knees as I moved to the other side of the couch, away from Papa’s grasp. I looked back and saw a trail of thick precum leading from my hole to the tip of his bright purple mushroom head. “Sorry, boy. I’m a bit tipsy from the shots and your hole just felt so warm and inviting. I couldn’t help myself. Let’s blame it on the whiskey.” Made sense to me, I was starting to feel the booze too and I knew that it could make you do weird things sometimes. I pulled my boxers back up to cover my exposed dick and ass. Papa stood up and tucked his dick back into his underwear. He took a huge swig from the whiskey bottle and swallowed it down with ease. “Hey, there’s only a shot left in this bottle. How about we finish it off and head to the bedroom so you can look at my laptop, it's getting late and you’ve still got work to do, boy.” Before I could even answer, he had the bottle up to my lips and started tipping it into my mouth. I didn’t want to spill any of it on myself so I gulped it down. It seemed like way more than just a shot and my stomach churned a bit as the liquid burned my insides as it went down. “Good boy!” Papa got up and held his hand out so he could help me up. It was a bit of my struggle, my legs felt a little wobbly and it was difficult to keep my balance. I was drunker than I had realized. “Shouldn’t I get dressed first?” I asked as I scanned the floor for my clothes. He grabbed my shoulders and led me forward. I stumbled with each step, not realizing how drunk I actually was. We walked towards his bedroom door. “No need boy… they’ll just get in the way.” We entered the dimly lit bedroom. The musky sex smell that I had become accustomed to was even stronger here. I really felt like I was in danger as soon as I stepped in, I was in the belly of the beast but the booze gave me a false sense of control. I thought to myself “In and out. Simple job. Easy money”. Papa closed the door behind him and I heard the click of a lock. I was officially in Papa’s trap.

Let's see... legal adults having sex they choose with someone who turns them on and they keep coming back to? There's no problem here.

It sounds like they are comfortable with the situation if they are coming back. I have found over the years that there are a LOT of younger guys out there who have a total fantasy thing happening with us older guys. Why? Some have said it's the Daddy MILF thing. Most have said that we older guys are more relaxed and know how to play nice with another naked guy and the sex is always hot. Me? I'm happy to take both as a compliment. I personally love being worked over and bred by a younger guy. They're usually so turned on that they are good for a couple (or three) loads.

I've often asked this question of bottoms. General answer is you know when it's happening because the top is moaning and you feel the pulsations inside you. But do you feel the actual liquid? Most guys don't unless the guy is shooting a quart. 🙂 You do feel it dripping out and it seems like a lot more than it is. I remember my ex used to hate leaving the cum inside so he'd immediately run to the bathroom. I took that as a personal challenge and loved fucking him when he couldn't easily unload. I remember once he felt it and thought it would show through his clothes. It didn't help that I asked "what's that spot on your ass?" Did I mention he's now my ex? 🤣

Hey group, Scott here. I have been interested in being a cumdump for a long time now, but started really exploring it just the last few years. I consider myself a cumdump in training due to my lack of experience and limited load count. My annual load count has been less then 50 and my one night high was 12. My situation is that I live in mid Missouri. Im 130 miles from ST. louis and and equal 130 miles from Springfield and Columbia which are much smaller. It is very hard to get loads in my area. But this year I am vowing to lose the "in training" and become full on cumdump. I want to reach a minimum of 100 loads in 2026. I know that isnt much for most but a huge step for me in the area i live in. I will be blogging my progress on here every step of the way and I hope to get encouragement and advice from others on here.

After many years of use I can say I am not tight at all. I do feel for the guys that are. A true bottom is committed to getting used. He should make sure that whenever and wherever the need arises he is up for it. In the beginning lube and poppers are great to assist. You can also use plugs and toys. Of course nothing beats the real thing. Once you get comfortable with the process and know you are clean and k ow your body everything else falls into place. There will be a day when you see a 9” cock and get excited to have it in you and not panic and think how is it going to fit. It lets you truly worship the man and serve him the way it’s intended.

Chapter 6: Chestnuts Roasting Over An Open Fire Ty woke up annoyed before he was fully awake. He’d been having an amazing dream, fucking that hot blonde bimbo from the student bookstore, when the sound of his door hitting the wall woke him up. Someone was standing in his doorway, and that alone pissed him off. He cracked his eyes open, already halfway to snapping, and saw Paul Carter—Porkchop—looming there like a bad decision that hadn’t figured out when to leave yet. “Jesus Christ,” Ty muttered. “What do you want?” Paul swayed slightly, hands loose at his sides, wearing a dumb, unfocused smile that immediately set Ty’s teeth on edge. He looked drunk. Or worse—clingy. “TV’s messed up,” Paul said, words slurring together. “Keeps doin’ weird stuff. You’re the only one who knows how to fix it.” Ty rolled his eyes and flopped back against the mattress for a second. “That sounds like a you problem. Unplug it. Or don’t. I really don’t care.” Paul didn’t react. He just stood there, smiling, like Ty hadn’t spoken at all. That irritation sharpened. Ty hated when people did that—hovered, waited, expected him to fix things or just stare at him. He also had suspected for a long time that Paul was likely gay, what with the rumors he’d been hearing lately. And had likely a thing for him. Not that he was surprised, plenty of girls and guys liked looking at him. He was hot, and he knew that about himself. Long flowing brown hair, flawless skin, gym chiseled body, round bubble butt that filled out jeans. Perfect teeth and classically good looking face. Plenty of girls insisted he looked like a model, and he never once failed to tell them he wasn’t. It made getting in their pants that much easier. “Dude,” he snapped, pushing himself upright. “Stop fucking staring at me. I’m not your mom. Figure it out.” Paul blinked slowly, then tilted his head. “Please… Need help,” he said again, softer this time. “C’mon.” Something about the tone pricked at Ty’s nerves, but he refused to examine it. Instead, he sighed loudly and swung his legs off the bed, already resenting the situation. “Fine. Whatever,” he said, grabbing his pajama bottoms and pulling them on angrily. “But if this is some drunk bullshit, I’m going back to sleep.” Paul turned and shuffled into the hallway without waiting for him. Ty followed, grumbling under his breath. The house felt off—too quiet, too cold—but he chalked it up to the storm and the fact that everyone else had probably passed out. Typical. He was always the one getting dragged into things while everyone else got to check out. “Unbelievable,” he muttered as they walked. “I swear, if this is about the remote needing fucking batteries—” Paul didn’t answer. They reached the stairs. Ty noticed, absently, that Paul wasn’t looking around at all. Not at the doors, not down the stairwell. Just straight ahead, smile fixed, like he was on rails. Ty frowned but kept going. At the top of the basement stairs, he hesitated just long enough to feel stupid about it, then scoffed and started down. “Next time,” he said sharply, “ask Bran. Or literally anyone else. Just because I have a computer science major, doesn’t mean I should have to do tech support. And shut the fucking door. I’m the one who has to pay the damn electric bill each month, dumbass.” Paul’s smile never changed. And Ty, too busy being annoyed to trust the warning itch in his gut, followed him into the dark. The living room hit Ty like a punch to the chest. The Christmas tree was down. Not gently toppled—wrecked. Branches snapped and splayed across the floor, strings of lights tangled around the legs of the coffee table. Ornaments lay everywhere, shattered glass glittering across the hardwood like ice. One of the nicer ones—the hand-painted ones they’d ordered online—was crushed into dust near the couch. Ty stopped short on the last stair. “God fucking damn it!” he muttered aloud, taking in the sight. They had the alumni meeting next week and now the tree was trashed. Paul just stood, swaying and smiling. “What the fuck is this?” he snapped. Paul continued to stand near the doorway, swaying faintly, smile still plastered on his face, shrugging innocently. Ty’s irritation flared instantly, sharp and hot. “Are you kidding me right now?” He stepped into the room, carefully avoiding the glass. “Do you have any idea how much this crap cost? That tree alone was—” He cut himself off, jaw tightening. As treasurer, Ty knew exactly how much it cost. He’d approved the charges. He’d argued about them. He’d spent two weeks reminding everyone that decorations weren’t free and that the house budget wasn’t infinite. “This is why we can’t have nice things,” he muttered angrily, dragging a hand through his hair. “Every year. Every single year.” He turned on Paul. “Did you do this? Were you drunk and flailing around like an idiot, or did someone else trash the place?” Paul didn’t answer. Ty scoffed. “Unreal. You’re fucking wasted and no help at all.” The TV hummed softly behind him, screen filled with flickering static. The sound grated on his nerves. He stalked toward it, irritation overriding the faint prickle at the back of his neck. “I swear to god,” he muttered, reaching for the power button, “if this is broken too, I’m docking dues—” A sudden cold washed over the back of his neck as the skin of his bare chest prickled with goosebumps from the cold wave coming from the basement. Ty froze mid-step. The air felt wrong. Thicker. Charged. He straightened slowly, turning just enough to glance over his shoulder. “Paul?” he said sharply. “What are you standing there for, looking like an idiot? Go get a god damn broom and dustpan already!” That was when it hit him. Something warm and wet splashed across his face, stinging his eyes and mouth with a sharp, chemical burn. Ty cursed, stumbling back on instinct, hands flying up as his vision blurred violently. “What the—shit!” Heat surged through him, fast and overwhelming. His knees buckled as the room tilted sideways. He staggered blindly, heel catching on the edge of the fallen tree, and crashed down hard amid broken branches and glass. Lights flashed. Static roared. Ty tried to push himself up, rage and confusion tangling together—but his arms didn’t cooperate. His thoughts slid, softened, slipping through his grasp like wet paper. The last thing he saw clearly was Paul standing above him, still smiling. Then the floor rushed up. And everything went dark. — Ty woke up choking on cold air. It scraped across his skin in a way that made his whole body tense, nerves screaming before his brain could fully catch up. He sucked in a sharp breath and tried to roll onto his side—only to freeze as sensation flooded back all at once. Bare skin. Too much of it. His eyes flew open. He was sprawled on the living room floor, every inch of him exposed to the chill, the hardwood biting into his back and shoulders. No clothes. Nothing to shield him. Panic surged as he tried to cover himself, hands fumbling clumsily, his limbs sluggish and uncooperative. A shadow shifted above him. Ty looked up. The thing standing over him was enormous—broad-shouldered, towering, its obsidian-black skin catching the dim light like polished leather. Thick, horned protrusions curved from its head in heavy arcs, framing a face twisted into a slow, mocking smile. It was holding a cigar. The ember at the end glowed red as it took a long, deliberate draw, smoke curling lazily from its mouth. The scent hit Ty immediately—burnt tobacco mixed with something sharp and chemical that made his head swim. “Well,” the creature said aloud, voice deep and amused, “this is a nice present to wake up to.” Ty’s heart slammed. “Back off,” he snapped, scrambling awkwardly, palms sliding on the floor. “What the hell are you?” The creature chuckled, smoke rolling from its lips as it exhaled. “Name’s Stag.” It crouched slightly, bringing itself closer to eye level, its grin widening as Ty’s breathing picked up. “You’re loud,” Stag continued. “I like that. Any mouthy. Makes it even more fun to watch when that fire drains out of you.” Ty swallowed hard, fear burning through his chest. “You think this is funny? Get the fuck out of our house, man!” Stag didn’t answer right away. Instead, it took another slow drag on the cigar—long enough for Ty to notice the ash at the tip growing thick and unstable. Then Stag flicked its fingers. The ash broke free mid-air and landed squarely on Ty’s chest. Ty screamed. The heat was instant—sharp and searing—sending him into blind panic as he slapped at his own skin, smearing the burning embers and making it worse before they finally scattered away. He gasped, chest heaving, heart pounding so hard it felt like it might burst. Stag laughed. A deep, satisfied sound. “Careful,” Stag said mockingly. “You’re just making it burn longer.” Ty curled inward instinctively, hands clutching at his chest, eyes wild. “You sick freak—” Stag rose to its full height again, looming, shadow swallowing Ty whole. It took another drag, unbothered, then casually tapped the cigar against its fingers. “You’re gonna spend a lot of time panicking,” he said calmly, voice deep and gravely. “At first.” It stepped closer, heat rolling off its body, the smell of smoke thickening in the air. “Then you’re gonna get tired,” Stag continued. “And when you do, you’re gonna stop yelling. Stop fighting. Stop pretending you’re in charge of anything.” It leaned down just enough for Ty to see the sharp edges of its teeth when it smiled. “And by the end,” Stag added softly, “you won’t even remember why you thought you mattered.” Ty’s breath came in ragged bursts, fear flooding every thought as Stag straightened again, taking another slow, deliberate draw from the cigar. The ember glowed brighter. And Ty realized—with a sick, sinking certainty—that this thing was enjoying every second of his terror. Stag circled him slowly, boots heavy against the floor, smoke trailing behind like a leash. Ty stayed frozen where he was, muscles locked, breath coming too fast. Every instinct screamed at him to move—run, lash out, do something—but his body refused to cooperate. “You can fight if you want,” Stag said calmly. “Most of you do.” It knelt in front of him without warning, movement sudden enough to make Ty flinch. A clawed finger traced a slow line up Ty’s sternum, not breaking skin, just enough pressure to hurt. Ty sucked in a sharp breath as his muscles seized. “But don’t confuse noise with control,” Stag continued. “That part belongs to me.” Ty tried to shove the hand away. His arms twitched—and stopped. His mind screamed at them to move again, harder this time, but it was like hitting a locked door from the inside. Panic surged, hot and humiliating. Stag smiled. “Feel that?” it asked. “That moment where your body listens to me instead of you?” It leaned closer, tapping a clawed finger against Ty’s temple—light, deliberate. “You’re sharp,” Stag said, almost approving. “You plan. You calculate. You keep track of things. A strong mind in a pretty package. That makes you… interesting.” The finger tapped again. “And it makes this better.” Pain lanced suddenly through Ty’s chest as Stag twisted its grip, pressure crushing muscle and nerve together as he grabbed Ty’s nipple and twisted until he cried out despite himself. His vision blurred, breath hitching as the sensation overloaded him. “That mind,” Stag said quietly. “Is going to be so much fun destroying. That’s the best part of the gift you’re about to receive. How it lets me torture you however I want.” Ty shook his head, jaw clenched, teeth chattering as fear and fury tangled together. “I’m not—” he started. Stag struck him hard, fast, smacking his hand hard into Ty’s unprotected bull balls. The impact knocked the breath from his lungs. Ty doubled over with a broken sound, hands curling uselessly as the pain rippled outward as Stag firmly grabbed both large orbs and gave them a hard squeeze. “Nice pair of cum factories you got there. Gonna make you feed me a nice big load when I’m done with you.” Ty suddenly panicked as a sudden mental image filled his brain. He was bent over, drooling and begging, asking Stag to breed him and feed from his cock. He tried to scream out, shocked when he found he couldn’t talk. Couldn’t move. Couldn’t make a single sound. “There it is,” Stag said, satisfied. “That moment where you realize yelling doesn’t change anything.” It straightened slowly, towering again, cigar glowing red as it took another long drag. “You’re going to learn,” Stag went on, voice steady and cruel, “that everything you are—every thought, every reaction—is something I can reach and reshape. Crush out any little part I don’t like. And something I don’t like is pretty boys like you telling me what to do. Thinking you’re so much smarter and prettier than the rest of us.” Smoke drifted down over Ty’s face as the world narrowed to heat, pain, and the horrible understanding that this wasn’t random. This was deliberate. And Stag was enjoying taking him apart one decision at a time. Stag was still looming over Ty when the pressure in the room changed. It wasn’t subtle. The air thickened, pressing down on Ty’s chest until breathing felt harder, slower. Even Stag paused mid-motion, its grin tightening into something irritated as a heavier presence pushed its way into the space. “Enough,” a deep voice said. Stag straightened with a sharp exhale, annoyance flickering across its features. “I was enjoying myself.” “You’re playing with your food,” the Alpha replied coolly. “And you’re dulling his brain doing it.” Ty’s head snapped up despite himself. The Alpha stood at the edge of the room, arms folded across a massive chest, horns longer and more ornate than Stag’s. Its presence dwarfed everything else, the dim light bending around it in a way that made Ty’s stomach drop. Smoke curled lazily around its face, its gaze fixed on him with unsettling calm. Around it stood the others. His frat brothers. Derek was closest, posture loose, eyes bright with something that made Ty’s skin crawl, licking and kissing his body, occasionally smoking a cigar in his hand. Noah stood beside him, calm and distant playing with himself and rubbing a hand over the Alpha’s chest. Paul swayed faintly while kneeling, smiling, fingering his ass as licked the Alpha’s feet. Even Evan was there, looking oddly wet and reeking of piss, licking and sucking on the Alpha’s cock like it was the best thing he ever tasted, gulping occasionally. None of them looked concerned. None of them looked confused. He stilled as he watched Zach suddenly walk in, a sheen of oily black liquid on his body, skin grey and covered in blackened scratches, kneeling next to Evan as he began to reverently grab and tug on the Alpha’s massive low hanging balls. They looked… devoted. Behind the Alpha, several other creatures stood behind him, slowly jacking their cocks. Ty’s panic spiked. “What the hell is wrong with all of you?” he demanded, voice cracking as he looked from one familiar face to the next. “Derek—what is this? Tell him to stop!” Derek stepped forward just enough for Ty to see him clearly. His expression softened, almost fond. “You should just give up,” Derek said quietly, sticking the large cigar in his mouth and hauling hard on it while slowly working his cock, the same smile as the others on his face, eyes looking black and unnatural. “It’s easier if you don’t fight it. It really feels so fucking good when you let go, buddy.” Ty shook his head frantically. “No—no, you don’t mean that—” Stag laughed and leaned down again, clearly irritated now, one clawed hand bracing Ty in place. “See?” he said. “Even your friends know when it’s over.” Suddenly, Stag moved—fast and deliberate. He firmly grabbed Ty’s impressive cock and shoved his longest sharp claw down his piss slit. His other hand held the end of the cigar painfully close to his right nipple, the hair singing against the heat of the cherry. Ty cried out, the sound tearing free of him before he could stop it. His body locked, shock rippling through him as his breath hitched into a broken whimper. Tears blurred his vision as the pain and fear tangled together, overwhelming his ability to think. “Stag,” the Alpha warned, voice sharp now inside Ty’s mind. Stag withdrew slightly, grumbling under its breath. “Fine. Fine.” Suddenly, another glob of spit hit his face, making him shudder and feel numb. Ty lay there shaking, every nerve screaming, his mind scrambling uselessly for escape. The Alpha stepped closer, its shadow swallowing him whole. “Listen to me,” it said calmly, voice reverberating in his head. “You can resist if you want.” It tilted its head, studying him. “But you are already surrounded by proof of what happens when you don’t. Willingly give yourself to my gift, and you will feel nothing but pleasure.” Ty sobbed, chest heaving, the tip of his nipple burning from the heat of the cigar, skin burning and turning red, unable to pull away, locked in place by Stag’s hold on his mind. His gaze flicking back to his brothers—each one watching him with quiet expectation. The Alpha’s voice softened, almost gentle. “Lay back and enjoy this,” it instructed. “And let us finish.” Ty’s body trembled violently as the command settled over him, heavy and inescapable. And somewhere beneath the fear, beneath the shock, something inside him began to give way. Ty barely had time to register the Alpha’s command before Stag moved again. The horned figure’s attention returned to him with a sharp focus, eyes glittering with impatience. Stag struck him hard in the balls—once—watching closely for the reaction. Ty cried out, body jerking on instinct, breath tearing free of his lungs. The pain was immediate and blinding, but his body didn’t behave the way it was supposed to when given pain. It lingered, twisted, and then—confusingly—shifted, sending a sickening wave of sensation through him that made his thoughts stutter. Stag noticed. He always did. “See?” Stag said, voice low and pleased. “Your body’s already learning.” Ty shook, breath coming in ragged bursts, panic tangling with something he didn’t want to name. His mind screamed at him to pull away, to fight—but his muscles betrayed him, locking up, then loosening as if waiting for instruction. “Hands and knees,” Stag ordered. The words sank deeper than sound. Ty found himself moving before he could stop it, posture collapsing into something smaller, more exposed. His face burned with humiliation and fear as Stag loomed behind him, claws spreading with deliberate cruelty. Stag leaned in, forcing Ty still. He slowly felt as his body, against his will, sat up and turned itself over, his mind screaming in agony to stop, to fight this, to bargain. Maybe with money. Or maybe he could find a distraction and make a break for it in the snow. That he might be able to get to one of the houses if he screamed loud enough and someone let him in. He felt himself rest his shoulders on the ground, and slowly pull his asschecks apart, his face looking at the door. He stiffened as he was Stag rest a hand on his shoulder, cigar burning frighteningly close to his face. The impact came suddenly. Smack after horrifically painful smack access his asschecks like fire. He sobbed slightly at the assault on his smooth full, muscular ass. He thought this would be the worst of it when Stag stopped and let out a dark chuckle. He shuddered as suddenly, cigar-scented spit drooled down into his asshole and clawed fingers stabbed deep into him. They inched in, before finally pressing down hard deep inside him. Ty screamed—first from shock, then from the overwhelming rush that followed, his voice breaking as pain bled into something else entirely. His body betrayed him again, reacting in ways his mind refused to accept, his cock hardening and balls aching for release as the man’s claws dug and stabbed hard into his prostate. Stag laughed softly, a sound of pure satisfaction. “There it is,” he murmured. “That moment where it stops being a fight. The little button deep inside you that reduces you to nothing. Nothing but a pretty boy waiting to be fucked raw.” He felt as the fingers pulled out, and Stag’s hand came down again on his firm ass with a resounding smack. Again and again, each strike measured, watching how Ty’s reactions changed—how the fear softened, how the resistance thinned. The burning of his asscheeks spread out, fingers pressed again and pressing hard on his prostate. Only for it to be removed again and again as he was bright to the edge of losing it. The Alpha observed from behind, silent, allowing the lesson to continue. Eventually, he felt Stag’s clawed thumbs jab into his ass and pull his hole apart, followed by the sharp stab of his cock into his ass. He groaned in agony at first, tears streaming down his face until a new sensation started to wash over him. He could feel his ass getting slicker, the foul precum from Stag’s cock slowly working into his battered hole and into the deep scratches inside of him and to his bloodstream. Stag took his time, making sure to make each stroke slow and long, pulling almost all the way out before slamming back in as hard as he could. It felt like hours but was likely only minutes later when he felt as Stag slammed one last time and a massive torrent of foul, likely infected cum flooded his ass, and he felt the strange pleasurable warmth spreading through his body, even as his mind tried valiantly to fight it. Just as he thought that the torture was over, he felt as something inexplicable squeezed around his mind, tighter and tighter as he felt something in it break. Ty’s cries blurred into helpless sounds, his thoughts dissolving into sensation. His body shaking in pure pleasure as his mind screamed in protest. He tried to claw at his head, feeling as Stag chuckled darkly and grabbed ahold of his hands and pulled them painfully behind him, fucking him once again. His hands stopped fighting, only loosely hanging at his side as he felt his brain struggle to even form a sentence. Somewhere in the haze, he realized he was no longer trying to escape. He was just trying to keep up. Stag straightened at last after shooting another massive load inside him, clearly pleased. “Good,” he said. “You’re learning your place.” And as Ty sagged forward, shaking and empty, the Alpha stepped closer—ready to decide what remained of him was worth keeping. The Alpha moved. The room responded instantly—pressure deepening, sound dulling, even Stag’s posture stiffening as the greater presence asserted itself, sending out pain to Stag and watching coldly as he collapsed into a kneeling position at the Alpha’s feet. The Alpha did not raise its voice. It didn’t need to. Enough. The word landed directly inside Stag’s mind, sharp and displeased. Stag hissed softly, his head hanging down as its satisfaction curdled into irritation. You knew better than to just break him. We will talk about this later, the Alpha added, colder now. For now, I need to see if you left anything left for me to salvage. Stag stood up, head still hanging down and withdrew a step, jaw tightening, but did not argue. The Alpha’s attention shifted fully to Ty. Ty barely registered the moment before the Alpha’s presence flooded his thoughts. It was not violent. It was methodical. The Alpha sifted through Ty’s fractured mind like a collector examining broken pieces on a table. Fear. Anger. Pride. Control. Identity. Each fragment was lifted, examined, and—if found wanting—discarded. Ty whimpered as memories blurred and slid away. His sense of self unraveled, replaced by a blank, receptive quiet. The Alpha lingered on certain traits—focus, endurance, responsiveness—setting them aside deliberately. These will do. The rest was erased. His mind suddenly pleasantly absent save for a small voice begging for it to stop. Ty rolled onto his back, slack jawed and blank faced, positioning his ass as high as he could as his fellow frat brother’s descended upon him, squeezing his balls, twisting his nipples hard, smacking the head of his cock playfully like it were a toy. Derek positioned himself at Ty’s head, smacking his face a few times as Ty automatically started grinned at him mindlessly, the pain turning to pleasure in his mind as Derek hauled hard on his soon-to-be ever present cigar, and spat a large ball of enhanced spit in his face, smiling as Ty expectantly opened his mouth and began to suck on Derek’s already larger cock. The Alpha pressed in closer, its will overwhelming, reshaping Ty’s responses at a fundamental level. Panic gave way to confusion. Confusion thinned into pleasure. The noise in Ty’s head faded until there was nothing left to fight with. His body relaxed. His thoughts slowed. Drool slipped from the corner of his mouth as the Alpha rewired him, reinforcing one simple truth again and again: You exist to receive. You exist to serve. You exist as a vessel for my gift. To incubate it and spread it. Ty smiled around Derek’s cock, feeding eagerly as Derek erupted in his mouth, flooding it with now black tainted cum. Swallowing happily as Derek removed his cock, switching places with Noah. He began to suck Noah with increased hunger, enjoying the feeling of the Alpha sinking deep into his guts, using Stag’s black cum as lube as he began to fuck Ty’s ass, taking his anger at Stag out on his hole. He whimpered at the feeling, the last shred of his mind clinging on for dear life, barely a whisper in a dark echo as he finally felt the Alpha still, flooding him with a massive amount of seed. Ty felt as his body shuddered in happiness and relief as rope after rope of untainted cum painted his perfectly sculpted abs and chest, smiling with dim satisfaction as his fellow frat brother’s leaned forward and began to feed. Ty’s mind stuttered and fully stopped—then restarted. Not as it had been. Clean. Quiet. Purpose-built. The idea of resistance felt distant and irrelevant, like remembering a dream that no longer mattered. In its place settled a deep calm—and a need to please the presence shaping him. He suddenly found himself happy to give up the last piece of himself untouched by the Alpha, given to fuel his brother’s transformations, feeling as his battered, large balls emptied out, unable to stop himself from the continued flood of cum exiting his body. Pleasure filled him, making his limbs shudder as he felt flash after flash of what his body would become filled his mind. Even more muscles and perfect pitch black skin, sharp teeth and claws, beautiful large horns curving off his skull. He would be a machine, made for spreading the Alpha’s gift. Without any reason to know, he realized he would be able to change himself at will, looking normal as as Derek, purpose built to draw in even more prey for their master. The pain of the change would feel like the best orgasm. The Alpha withdrew slightly, assessing its work. “Better,” it said, standing up and glaring at Stag. “This one has the gift to transform at my will. Next time, see that such a useful mind isn’t so broken that I have to fix your mistake. He’s mine now since you can’t behave. Perhaps next time you will not be so rough when I give you a pretty toy for Christmas.” “Yes, Alpha. My apologies, Alpha,” Stag ground out, angry and hungry for the untainted cum that should have been his. Ty remained where he was, breathing slow and even, expression vacant and eager. Whatever he had been before—treasurer, foul natured, self-assured, loudmouth—had been stripped away and discarded. Only the shape remained. The Alpha turned away, satisfied. Stag watched in silence, chastened. And Ty, newly hollowed and remade, did not notice either of them anymore. Ty rose unsteadily to his feet. Whatever had been carved out of him left behind something unnervingly eager—movements loose, posture open, eyes unfocused but bright. He drifted toward the horned figures one by one, guided by instinct rather than thought, offering himself wordlessly to each presence in turn. He walked over without hesitation and began to make out with the first creature, smiling and groaning happily as he began to make out with it, feeling the long tongue snake down his throat, gently tugging the massive cock and breaking apart only to turn around and sink himself down on the cock, letting the man-creature… his new borther… use his cock and balls as a grip. He groaned happily, letting it set the pace as it painfully squeezed his balls or spanked his ass, his ass clenching down hard in response, enjoying the torture on his cock, balls, ass and nipples. The more pain inflicted on his already impressive body, the more his pleasure became. The Alpha watched, arms folded, assessing. Satisfaction rippled through the room as the ritual completed its circuit, Ty’s behavior smoothing into a practiced, obedient rhythm. “Fucking breed me. Infect me and flood me with your virus,” Ty moaned, veins already turning black. Then a door slammed open upstairs, followed by the sound of frantic feet on the stairs.. “—What the hell—” Bran froze in the doorway, crashing to a stop at the bottom of the stairs, horror etched across his face as he took in the scene: the wrecked living room, the horned figures, the altered brothers—Ty moving among them with vacant enthusiasm, a river of black cum flowing like a river down his leg. Pupils blown open with pleasure and an obedient, happy smile on his face. “No—no, no,” Bran breathed, backing away. Panic snapped him into motion. He turned and bolted for the stairs. “Stop him,” the Alpha said calmly. At once, the frat brothers moved. Derek was first, then Noah, then the others—faces serene, steps coordinated, moving with a shared purpose as they surged up the stairs after Bran. Their footfalls thundered overhead, chasing him into the dark. The Alpha lingered a moment longer, eyes tracking the pursuit before calmly relaxing down on the couch and lounging back. “Bring him back to me,” it added. The house seemed to hold its breath. Below on the ground, Ty happily knelt in front of the Alpha and slowly began to lick and nuzzle its cock, awaiting the next instruction, smiling happily when the Alpha gently began to run its hand through his hair. He continued to aim to please his master while above, the hunt began. Now thrilled to be the personal pet of the Alpha.

Close to 30 in a bar, but that was over the course of a night.

Pretty much every time I've been bred, I've felt the guy's cock pulsing inside. I can also kinda tell if he's just throbbing versus cumming when I feel everything getting both a little warmer and more slippery feeling . . . That and of course feeling the load slipping out of me later . . . or sooner, depending on if he wants to see it or if I'm getting fucked again right after 😉

My hole is very sensitive to even small sensations so I almost always feel a guys dick spasm when he shoots inside me. I also often feel the cum as a slick feeling plus the slightest feeling of being filled. Of course with several loads you definitely feel it and need to keep it inside or all the precious babies get spilled outside 💦💦💦

I don't fell the cum being shot in me, but I definitely feel the pulsing of his hard dick at ejaculation. There has also been times when I take a big load and it isn't shot deep in me I have had that temporary full feeling until it flows in deeper or runs out,

I mean, you are going to know when he’s cumming if it’s a good fuck. Last load I took was a few weeks ago and it was a big one. I was on my back in a bathhouse sling. He said he was gonna cum, so that was a sign… 😂 He finished with a series of hard thrusts, and then pushed deep and his whole body shuddered against me for several seconds. The most obvious sensation as he slowly pulled out was a kind of fullness (with the cock no longer being there) and wetness. He’d been fucking me pretty relentlessly for a long time to this point, so my hole was somewhat gaping and dripping cum without me having to do anything. I touched my fingers to my hole and could feel the cum slipping through them. He looked, laughed and just said, “Yeah…” There was a big mirror beside the sling and I regret not just savouring the moment more, swivelling around and taking a proper look at the result, but I was pretty dehydrated and spent. I picked up my towel and that felt very wet when I wrapped it around my waist as there was a lot of cum on my butt cheeks and on the inside of my leg. I did feel a little raw and sore, and conscious of walking around with a very used ass, but overall I was buzzing. The physical sensations are definitely there when you get fucked and filled with cum, but embracing the psychological is such a big part of it. If this is for you, it will feel absolutely and completely right to be in that position in that moment. That whatever other skills you possess, you were definitely made to do this. Knowing you’ve put in the mental and physical preparation to take a cock well and having clear, undeniable proof of a job well done is a really great feeling.

to me the most important thing to remember is being aware of what you can and can not control. the most important being: do i really want this? i was more like 27 and very attracted to the guy who spent time talking to me and then fooling around for a long time so by the time we got to it I was very ready willing and able. if you rush to just do it right away w just anybody you're pretty much setting yourself up for a "a don't think it's for me." situation. when i was younger i bottomed more like a top in the sense that my primary motivation was how getting fucked improved my orgasm. when i got older i learned to focus more on the actual pleasurable sensations of getting fucked and enjoying that rather than just focusing on if i cum or not. it's like a whole different thing. i mention this in part because being present and focusing on the moment also highlights how every top cums differently. some guys you can actually feel the cum hosing down your insides. other guys you can feel the cock pulsating inside you as he pump out the load. some guys are verbal, some guys are showy, some guys just breath a bit heavier and some guys stealth. likewise you body reacts differently. sometimes it trickles out n down your leg. sometimes your body expels it either in a wet fart or cramps that send u to the bathroom. sometimes it comes out the next day w your morning dump and sometimes your badly absorbs most of it.

I remember symptoms of fuck flu coming on about two weeks after the fuck that did it. My fuck flu lasted several weeks and was hell: massive night sweats leaving bed sheets dripping wet, sore throat, little energy. I understood what was happening. I had a good GP at respected clinic. I had network of mates (range of neg, unsure, poz detectable and poz undetectable) comfortable navigating poz stuff. I wasn’t exactly chasing but had been expecting it might happen – a few years embracing random and anon raw play. I knew I had to ride out the fuck flu and try to ease the symptoms as best I could. I didn’t feel like sex for couple months while recovering. No recurring illness or fuck flu since then. After the fuck flu passed I returned to enjoying good raw fucking. I have a respect for mates that experience similar fuck flu journey. I kinda regard fuck flu and turning poz as kind of like a coming-of-age / right-of-passage thing. If you going through fuck flu know that you are not alone in your experience. Seek out understanding and supportive mates. Get back to enjoying hot raw fucking when you ready.

God damn, this is a great story. I love the slow burn and lines being pushed while the boy is rationalizing as naively as possible. My favorite part was definitely when the bear was digging that cock up into his ass, and he was just about to pop inside. Also, a little bit of “did he or didn't he” with whether or not he achieved full penetration. The copious amounts of toxic pre would have been an issue if he had, what with the descriptions of how much was trailing all over the place upon withdrawal. This really reminds me of how I write my stories, and it’s executed beautifully so far.

I'm sure this topic has been discussed before but as I get older...I'm in my 60's I'm feeling a bit guilty playing with guys 40 years younger than me. I have been playing with two mid twenty guys for a while and the sex is great. Passionate, sexy, even a little kinky and always raw. They are just fuck buds but should I feel guilty? Is it creepy?

Last week, I went in Germany on a business trip. After work, I decided to go out for a beer. I saw a bar called S.L.U.T Club. I entered in and ordered my beer. However, I realized that guys cruising and go always at the back of the bar. I standed up and walked to the dark side. My boner got an erection immediately. Men sucking every cocks, fucking everywhere, that makes me horny as hell. I visited in my past bathhouse, but this was an other level of sex. I started to walked in dark hallway, touched amazing cocks, saw guys fucking in the sling, two couples that shared their boyfriends with other men and got fucked hard. My goal was to don't do stuff, I'm in a relation with my boyfriend, but it was really tough. Guys my cock, try to kiss me or suck, or get fuck by me. That night, I was closed to switch to the dark side of myself. To let me fuck with other stranger, I was so horny. However, I'm Neg and not on Prep. At the end of the night, I went to the bathroom to pee and go. I met a young man there. When I end to pee, he was there, waiting and watching two other guys fucking hard, barebark, the top was really dominant, the little asian guy moaned ike crazy. The young guy asked to come closer, I took his cock in my hand and jerked him, he jerked me, I licked his nipples, and he came on the top. The next day, I went to the naked night, same thing happens, however, it was more crazy and piggy. I was so closed to fuck bareback there or get fuck. Since then, I just thinking about it. I returned home in my country and I just want to go back there. I probably deny my true personnality. Does this happen to you? How did you control your desire? It's over 20ish year that I'm with my BF and love him.

Always love your writing. Never fails to get me off.

If I am being completely honest, sex with my brother. It’s been more than a few months since we’ve done it, and I just need him to fucking rail me. My brother wasn’t always the sharpest tool in the shed, but damn he can fuck. Also, would love some really good South East Asian dick. I love Sri Laken men, in addition to some really good black dick and uncut Latin dick. (I’ve been good Santa!) Plus would like to spend a weekend in Fort Lauderdale or Berlin taking anonymous dick

Keep going Dr. Matthew! Keep going! 😈😀

I feel it a lot of times, but definitely not always. I think it depends on whether or not I've already been loaded/fucked prior and where we are at in the line-up (if there is one). If it's the first guy and it's been a few hours since I've gotten a load, I'll most likely feel it. My entire family tree has a generations old genetic quirk which causes hyperthermia in the men (ongoing elevated body temperature). So most of the time, cum and piss feel cool to me within my hole, not warm. So as soon as I feel any type of coolness spray my hole, that's the cumload. You can feel the puling of the guys dick too, assuming your hole isn't wrecked. My experience at least. I think that @Pozguyinchiis spot on that it's totally a hormonal thing too - I definitely get that no matter what...which is also why I bat people away if they try to get eat the load out of my ass too soon.

It was the first time I'd really decided to explore this side of myself. I was just barely old enough to be allowed into a sauna, but I had been aware of their existence for a few years. I had read about them in abstract online, then been curious enough to actually search for them in the city near where I lived. And wow. Was that an eye opening internet search. There were a few different sauna's that appeared in the search, and man did I enjoy reading the reviews. There was the big, glossy looking website for the upmarket option, lots of pictures of a well-appointed gym atmosphere with steam rooms etc. There was the fairly basic website for the typical slightly sleazy place. But then there was the one that most caught my eye The website looked like somebody's friend had made it for £10 in the 90's. Plain white background, basic text, a few pictures of a plastic pole and plastic sheet hot tub, and prices. Including a student rate which definitely appealed to my impoverished student sensibilities. And it was right next to the train station that I would have got off at the city centre as well. I wasn't sure what awaited me there (although I kind of did, considering the reviews I'd read of sleazy older men). I couldn't stop thinking about the place, and felt too much like I wouldn't fit the aesthetic of the fancy sauna. I couldn't not go. I got a train into the city and climbed the stairs to the front door. The place had the tiniest, most nondescript sign at the bottom to guide me. When I got to the top I was very unsure I had the right place as I pressed the buzzer. I was answered by the door buzzing me in. I stepped into a small hallway with a counter opposite me with a 50-something guy behind the counter in a sleeveless top and loose shorts. "Hi, you wanting to come in?" He asked me. "Uh, yeah, do you guys do a student rate, I think?" I managed. The guy smilled, fuck, he was just my type, tall, shaved head, just the skinny side of muscly. He took my proffered cash, handed me a towel and a key and buzzed the second door. I made my way into a carpeted hallway with directions to head right for the lockers. I headed there, located my locker and began to strip, Just as I was pulling down my boxers a guy walked past the door towards the counter. The guy was maybe 60, thin legs and a slight potbelly over his skimpy towel. He leered at me, taking a good eyeful of my arse. I had just recently gotten my first tattoo on my hip facing the guy. I was slightly self-conscious of my made up quote when I noticed the guy had a cool blackwork scorpion on his lower abdomen, it was quite abstract and cool. He turned and spoke to the guy at the counter, "I was thinking of heading off, but I might stick around for a bit longer. Been a bit quiet today hasn't it?" "Yeah, just the regulars today" Scorpion-tattoo turned back around and walked down the corridor. I finished stripping, wrapped the slightly too small towel around my waist and walked after him into the sauna. The place had that scratchy tile carpet and bare plasterboard walls. I saw a couple of cabins with the hot tub just past them to one side, a cabin directly ahead of me and a small wooden sauna and a dark room with tiered benches facing a screen playing gay porn. I headed toward the darkened room only lit by the porn, an older dude fucking a twink bareback. I sat on a lower bench and leaned back watching the fucking on screen. A few minutes later the guy from the changing room appeared, and sat down beside me on the bench. More to come....

For 2026, for every day that I don't have work or life commitments, to either be bred or breed with as many guys as possible.

Chapter 3: Feliz Miccion Home Alone played loudly across the living room, the Wet Bandits screaming while the guys of Phi Alpha Gamma howled with laughter. Evan had picked the movie hoping for something lighthearted, something to ease the weird feeling twisting in his stomach. Instead, he spent most of the runtime watching the basement door instead of the TV. Noah should have come back by now. Derek definitely should have. Evan pulled his blanket tighter around his shoulders, trying to ignore the faint cold draft slipping from under the basement door. It didn’t feel like normal cold air—more like something breathing out into the room. The others didn’t seem to notice. They sprawled over the couches, arguing about which trap was the best, tossing popcorn, drinking too fast because the storm outside felt like a good excuse. Bran elbowed him lightly. “Dude, relax. You’re staring holes into the floor.” “I’m just saying… I never saw either of them come up,” Evan murmured. “Not once.” “Derek probably found porn,” Ty said without looking away from the screen. “Noah probably passed out,” Zach added. “You know how he is.” Porkchop frowned sympathetically but didn’t join in. Evan stared at the TV, trying to let the movie distract him, but the feeling wouldn’t loosen. The storm outside smashed against the windows, rattling the frames as if testing them. The house lights flickered once—just enough for Evan’s pulse to jump—before stabilizing again. The others barely reacted, but Evan felt the pressure in the room shift, subtle and wrong. Something was happening downstairs. He couldn’t hear it, couldn’t see it, but the sense of it pressed into him like a weight beneath his ribs. He hugged his arms around himself. “I’m telling you, I would’ve heard them go upstairs.” Bran sighed without taking his eyes off the movie. “Evan. Man. They’re fine. Derek’s the last person on earth who’d get himself killed in a basement.” The reassurance didn’t touch him. If anything, it only made him feel more alone in his worry. The movie’s climax exploded across the TV—chaos, traps, screams, laughter—but Evan barely registered a second of it. His gaze stayed fixed on the basement door, on the quiet line of darkness pooling beneath it, on the draft that seemed to breathe just a little too steadily. Something was wrong. He felt it in his bones. And before the night was over, he knew he would have to be the one to face it. By the time Kevin was dropping bricks onto the Wet Bandits’ skulls, Evan couldn’t focus on the movie at all. The storm outside roared harder than the TV speakers, rattling the windows every few seconds. He kept glancing at the basement door, anxiety chewing at him—Noah wasn’t back, Derek wasn’t back, and he knew he hadn’t missed either of them going upstairs. The lights flickered. Once. Twice. Then the whole house went dark. Groans erupted instantly. “Dude, right at the BEST PART—come on!” “I hate this house!” “Electric companies should be illegal.” Bran sighed heavily and ordered everyone upstairs before the cold set in. The guys shuffled away, complaining the whole time, leaving only Evan standing alone in the pitch-black living room. Perfect. His gaze drifted to the cases of beer on the floor. If he didn’t stash those downstairs, some idiot would keep drinking until hypothermia felt “kinda fun.” He gathered the loose bottles first, then hefted two full cases into his arms, glass clinking sharply in the dark. “Yeah,” he muttered, “I’ll just do everything then.” He carried the crates down the stairs carefully, each creak echoing much louder in the cold basement. Without the furnace running, the air felt unnaturally still—damp, metallic, almost grim. He set the beer down near the wall and rubbed his chilled fingers together. As he turned to head back upstairs, a faint sound froze him in place. A scratch. Then a drag. Coming from behind the old maintenance door. He swore he could see something like a string of gold tinsel glinting in the near darkness, only the faint glow of the snow and his phone’s flashlight giving the space any light. “…it's just a raccoon, Evan. Just a raccoon that should have been hibernating and got in somehow,” he whispered. The lights snapped on for one harsh second—just long enough for him to see the maintenance door twitch like something nudged it from the inside—before the power died again. Evan’s heart hammered. But with Derek and Noah missing, he couldn’t ignore it. He swallowed his fear, approached the door, and reached for the handle. The moment his fingers brushed it, a wet hiss cut through the dark—and two streams of hot, chemical slime splattered across his face. Evan choked, stumbling back as heat pulsed through his skull. The world folded inward. Blackness took him. — Warmth pooled beneath him first—not comforting warmth, but thick and suffocating, the kind that clung to the skin like steam rising off concrete after a storm. Evan surfaced into awareness slowly, as if his consciousness were tethered to the floor by heavy ropes. Every breath felt thick, his lungs dragging in humid air that carried a faint chemical tang. His mind refused to focus, circling the same dulled thought over and over: something is wrong. When he tried to move, cold stone scraped against his bare hip. The texture jolted him, pulling him more fully awake, and his eyes widened as the dim, reddish glow of emergency lights revealed his situation piece by piece. His clothes were gone. All of them. His skin was exposed to the freezing basement air, except for the disturbing warmth soaking the floor beneath him, spreading in an unmistakable shape around his thighs. At first, Evan thought—hoped—it was spilled beer or a broken pipe or anything else. But the heat, the smell, the way it clung to him… “No,” he breathed, voice cracking. “No, no, that’s not— I didn’t—” His brain felt too fogged to scream properly, too heavy to fuel panic. Whatever had hit him before knocking him out had softened his awareness, numbing the edges of his fear until everything felt dreamlike, distant, unreal. A low exhale drifted through the room. Warm. Heavy. Animal. Evan’s head jerked up, breath hitching painfully as two massive silhouettes stood just beyond the deepest pool of red light. They stepped forward in perfect synchrony, each movement deliberate, predatory. The glow revealed their bodies in slow increments—first their broad torsos, glossy and black like oil-slicked stone; then their arms, corded with unnatural muscle; and finally their heads, crowned with long, jagged horns that curved like ornate blades carved from obsidian. They were not human. Not even close. Evan scrambled backward instinctively, but his limbs felt uncoordinated, coated in molasses. His body didn’t respond with the speed or desperation he needed. The monsters watched him with eerie stillness, as if studying a creature that had not yet realized it was trapped. Then a voice entered his mind with a thin, slicing presence, not heard so much as felt. Sticks. A second voice followed—heavy, grinding, powerful enough to shake loose something small and fragile in Evan’s mind. Lockjaw. Evan whimpered, though even the sound felt muted by the fog smothering his thoughts. “Wh-why can I… hear you? Why… where are my c-clothes—please—” Neither creature moved its mouth. But their attention pressed into him like invisible hands, nudging his thoughts aside to make room for their own. His fear bled into confusion, then into a warm, dizzying pressure that made it hard to resist anything at all. Sticks lowered himself into a crouch, claws clicking lightly against the stone as he leaned close enough for Evan to feel the heat radiating off his massive frame. The creature inhaled near Evan’s skin, slow and deliberate, as if savoring his scent. Its breath rolled over him with a humid force that made his chest tighten. “He woke marked,” Sticks’ mental voice murmured, darkly pleased. “Already leaking. Softened and wet. Ready.” Humiliation flushed through Evan’s body like a fever. “No—I didn’t—this isn’t—please, don’t—” His voice broke as Lockjaw’s clawed hand settled around his ankle, the touch firm but not painful. The effect, however, was immediate and profound; his muscles seized, trembled, then slackened under a wave of numbing heat that surged up his leg. Evan gasped, terrified by how fast the sensation spread. The monsters seemed to share a silent exchange before stepping even closer, boxing Evan in with their towering bodies. Their shadows merged into a single darkness around him, swallowing the red glow, making the room feel impossibly small. They reached toward themselves—bodies shifting, opening, revealing as they stepped forward two pitch black cocks, looking at though they were clad in black latex. Each of them shook their cock at him a few times, until suddenly a pair of twin streams of foul smelling urine shot out, spraying Evan in his face, splashing into his eyes, his nose, his mouth. Into the small scrapes that he didn’t remember having on his chest and legs. Warmth splattered across Evan’s chest and stomach, coating his skin in a way that shouldn’t have felt as heavy or intoxicating as it did. The air thickened with a scent both chemical and primal, sinking into him with every breath he took. Evan tried to recoil, but his body refused to move the way he needed it to. The fog in his mind thickened, melting his panic into something softer, more pliable. “No—please—just tell me what’s happening—” His voice trembled helplessly. Sticks’ mental presence curled around him like smoke. “Hush, little pig.” “You were chosen. We’re just showering you in our love.” Lockjaw lifted Evan’s face by the jaw, not roughly, but with a certainty that allowed no escape. The motion forced Evan to look directly into the creature’s eyeless, gleaming hollows. For a moment, the world seemed to tilt around that gaze—falling inward, folding in on itself. Then he felt as the man opened his jaw and expertly shoved it into his mouth. Suddenly, he felt a sudden flood of piss fill his mouth, and something inside him told him to drink. To enjoy this. That it would help what was to come. A rush of heat flooded Evan’s senses, so overwhelming that the room blurred at the edges. His breath stuttered. His body jerked beneath an instinct he didn’t understand and couldn’t control. The creatures’ psychic voices pressed deeper, pushing against the last organized pieces of his mind. “Don’t—don’t make me—” he whispered, but his will was already dissolving. His limbs slackened; his resistance thinned like melting ice. Sticks’ growl rumbled through his mind, satisfied. “Good.” Lockjaw gathered him up, repositioning him as if arranging a ritual object. Evan’s stomach flipped, his world spinning, and then he shuddered as he felt Lockjaw shove his knees to his chest and slowly began to press his large, dripping cock against his hole. In one sudden movement, he felt as the man shoved his cock deep inside of him. The two cracked open two new bottles of beer, much to Evan’s surprise, and he went to open his mouth, telling them not to drink them. Oddly though, his brain couldn’t produce the words and Sticks looked down at him before shoving his cock into his mouth and unleashing a new round of piss down his throat. Chuckling with a deep, dark growl, Lockjaw forced his dick even deeper in Evan’s ass, and that’s when Evan felt it. The feeling of heat and liquid filling up inside of him as the man began to empty his bladder deep in his guts. Pressure built inside him—unnatural, overwhelming, wrong. His vision swam. Tears pricked at the corners of his eyes. A cry slipped from his throat as Lockjaw’s large hand settled against his abdomen, guiding the energy within him, shaping it. The moment Lockjaw pulled out, the pressure released in a flooding rush that tore a strained sound from Evan’s chest, and he felt his own bladder start to release, as well as his bowels of Lockjaw’s tainted piss. He couldn’t stop until he was sure he was empty, his guts feeling pleasantly clean and empty and ready for something else. Something he couldn’t name. Suddenly, both were adjusting him as if he were a sex toy for their pleasure. He felt as Lockjaw first shoved his cock deep inside him, growling and pleased and then, he felt it. Sticks’s even larger cock pressing up next to Lockjaw’s, forcing the too-tight flesh apart as he too began to seat himself inside of him. He slumped forward, gasping. But the ritual wasn’t over. Sticks and Lockjaw closed in again—synchronized, practiced, moving with the precision of beings who had performed this rite countless times. Their claws traced sigils along Evan’s spine, along his ribs, across his chest. Each mark burned briefly, then sank into his flesh as faint lines of blood welled up on his skin as they pistoned in synchronization in and out of his guts. Evan whimpered, shaking uncontrollably as the psychic voices slid around his consciousness like dark waves. “Open.” “Yield.” “Let us in.” “You belong.” He didn’t know how long he endured it; time became unreal, stretching and folding over itself as the monsters worked. His mind frayed at the edges, unraveling strand by strand. That was, until he finally felt both of them picking up speed. They both growled at each other, with Evan scared and strangely excited as they both began to shoot their foul, brackish loads inside his ass. He didn’t know why, but something inside of him was telling him to be glad his ass was bleeding slightly and pleasantly burning, that it would make things go even faster for him. Shapes moved in the dimness—other monsters stepping forward, circling him, rumbling in approval. Some carried the beer he had brought down, drinking casually as they watched, savoring the scene like spectators at a ritual feast. Their presence pressed against Evan’s awareness, adding to the weight collapsing around him. The air shifted suddenly. Everything went still. Even Sticks and Lockjaw froze, lowering their heads. Evan’s breath hitched when he felt it—a gravity, an authority, a presence so powerful it made his bones feel hollow. The Alpha entered the chamber. He was larger, broader, horned with spiraling obsidian that looked carved by impossible forces. His body radiated heat and darkness, and the space around him seemed to bend subtly, as though reality struggled to accommodate him. The faint red glow reflected in the gleam of his teeth and the slow pulse of energy that haloed him. Evan couldn’t move. Couldn’t think. Could barely breathe. The Alpha crouched, bringing his massive form level with Evan’s trembling body. When he spoke, the voice struck like a blow inside Evan’s skull. “Give in. Be marked. Become ours.” Evan’s whole body shuddered, his thoughts scattering like frightened birds. Whatever remained of his willpower flickered, faded, and collapsed. In quiet recognition, he rolled onto his stomach and slowly lifted his ass up, as if it were a sacrifice to the Alpha, grabbing both of his cheeks and pulling them apart. He felt the Alpha gently stroke his mind, making his body shiver in happiness and reverence, as his new god slowly began to shove its cock deep inside him. He felt his bladder leaking with every thrust as the massive member slammed hard and fast, feeling as his colon began to burn as the Alpha quickly worked itself into a frenzy, gently dragging its claws against Evan’s tender flesh, adding more scratches to the surface. With one final, guttural growl, he felt as the Alpha’s seed flowed into him, his mind imagining a dark malevolent force pushing itself into him, flowing through his veins and shoving its tendrils into his mind. With a gasp and growl, Evan smiled, his pupils growing wide in surprised awe, feeling the second the Alpha’s virus started to seep into and reshape his mind. With a satisfied smile, the Alpha let its bladder flow, watching as Evan’s stomach began to bulge in response, as one of his other minions walked forward and handed their master a large butt plug, Evan’s mind likening it to a Christmas tree in the dim light. The plug was shoved deep into him, his anus stretching and burning even more before finally seating in place, trapping the massive amount of cum and piss deep in his guts to be absorbed and feed the change about to occur in his body. Evan felt the weight of something cold and heavy locking into place inside him, glowing briefly with unnatural light before settling. His mind cracked open, flooded with visions—his new form, his brothers waiting, the ritual not ending but beginning. Pleasure, fear, obedience, and delirium blurred into one unstoppable tide. He gasped, shaking violently and began to shoot his load, coating his wet, piss covered body with rope after rope of cum, smiling angelically as Sticks and Lockjaw dove forward, greedily lick his chest and stomach clean as Sticks latched onto his cock and began to suck it dry, with Lockjaw squeezing his balls as if to wring out each and every uncorrupted drop out of him. He sobbed at the sensation, until finally, his consciousness gave way entirely under the Alpha’s will. He belonged. Evan lay on the cold stone floor, trembling so violently that his muscles twitched with each breath. The Alpha’s presence pressed over him like a weighted blanket woven from heat and shadow. His vision pulsed in and out, red light ebbing through the chamber like a heartbeat not his own. His own heartbeat felt distant now—faint, irregular, as though it belonged to someone he used to be. Then the Alpha’s voice rolled through his skull, deeper now, resonant enough to shake his ribs: “Open your mind.” Evan gasped as warmth surged through his chest, rising up his throat and spilling behind his eyes in blinding waves. Thought itself felt like it liquefied—ideas melting, memories softening, borders dissolving. He felt the change beginning inside him like a second heart awakening. At first, it was subtle pressure—pushing outward against his bones, stretching the space behind his sternum, pulsing at the base of his skull. Then the pressure intensified, blooming into something hotter, richer, powerful enough to make him arch off the floor. A sound tore from him—half cry, half moan, all desperation—but not from pain. From hunger. He wanted this. “Oh… god…” he whispered, barely aware of his own voice. “Please… don’t stop…” The Alpha’s shadow leaned closer, horns framing the edges of Evan’s vision. “You crave what you will become.” Evan nodded, breath shuddering. “Yes… yes, I… I want it—” The Alpha’s mental touch slipped deeper into him—into the cracks of his unraveling identity, into the spaces where doubt and fear and worry had lived only an hour before. Images fluttered behind Evan’s eyes: the black horned silhouettes, the pack circling him, the rituals performed again and again in endless cycles, a brotherhood not of blood but something darker, older, binding. Of a shared virus. Changing all of them and corrupting them into something darker and evil. His chest burned with longing. His stomach tightened with anticipation. His mind whispered back, fragmented but eager: Let me be one of you. Let me belong. Make me yours. Heat spiraled down his limbs, crawling beneath his skin like molten ink. He felt it threading through his veins, sinking into his marrow, rewriting him. The sensation hurt—and soothed—and intoxicated him all at once. His fingers clawed the stone floor, unable to anchor himself through the overwhelming rush overtaking him. He could feel his shape already beginning to loosen around the edges. His breathing deepened, slower, more powerful than before. A faint shiver passed across his arms—like shadows dancing beneath the skin. He gasped and embraced the sensation instinctively. More. Please, more. I want to transform faster, Alpha. His bones ached—not breaking, but preparing, longing to shift. His skin prickled, pores heating with the promise of something dark and glossy rising beneath the surface. He wanted to feel it burst through, to feel the monster beneath him reveal itself. Every instinct he had ever lived by—fear, restraint, self-preservation—crumbled. His mind leaned into the change, pressing toward it like someone stepping willingly into fire. A whisper crossed his mind—not from the Alpha this time, but from himself. I want this. I want it so badly. Please… let me finish becoming. The Alpha’s hand lowered to his chest—a massive palm radiating heat—and Evan arched beneath it, shaking. Suddenly, a set of deep gashes sliced into his chest, welling up with blood as the other monsters stepped forward and began to piss into his wounds, allowing for their filth and seemingly demonic seed flood in through his wounds. When each of their minds touched him, Evan’s consciousness cracked open wide. He saw himself—reflected in the Alpha’s mind—tall, horned, obsidian-skinned, eyes glowing faintly from within. A creature of the dark. A brother. A vessel. A soldier. He exhaled shakily, tears streaking down his temples. “Yes…” he whispered. “That’s… me. That’s what I’m supposed to be…” His body would begin to pulse with the energy filling him. His muscles would tighten, expanded, relaxed, reshaped in terrifying, exquisite waves. His vision would cloud, then sharpen, as his physiology slid between human and other. Heat pooled low in his abdomen, flooding his spine, spreading through every nerve. He savored each ripple of soon to come transformation. Each small distortion of his humanity. Each sensation pushing him further from who he had been. “I want it,” he murmured desperately, his fingers curling, nails darkening slightly with each twitch. “I want to finish. Please—I want it. I want to be yours.” The Alpha’s mental voice rolled through him like a commandment: “Then surrender the last of your human mind.” Evan did. Gladly. He let the tide sweep through him, let the dark reshape him, let the warmth erase the final weak fearful sparks of who he’d been. Pleasure, terror, identity, submission—all blended together into a single overwhelming pulse of transformation. He shook violently, almost convulsing. He felt as his cock erupted again, with Sticks and Lockjaw switching positions, already feeling that his seed was no longer perfect and untainted, and instead tinged ever so slightly with the corruption. He let out a deep sigh and then collapsed back to the floor, chest heaving, eyes dimming faintly with the first signs of the monster he would become. He was not finished. He would continue to pump out every last drop of his still mostly uncorrupted cum to feed his new creators until nothing but black corrupted seed flowed out of him. He would gladly give up the remaining untainted part of him in order to feed that darkness. Because he was no longer human. And he wanted the rest of the change more than he wanted air.

Whatever, man. So sorry I don’t have the time or the disposition for this “very” interesting debate that is apparently so important to you. Just don’t be preachy OK? We are all tired of people with this attitude whether you see it or choose not to. Have a great one

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Chapter 7 (final chapter) The sun woke me up again, the golden rays bathing me in warmth. I rolled over and looked at my phone to see it was 6:30am. My flight wasn’t till 4 that afternoon. Uncle James was going to take me to the airport. Mom and dad both had to go back to work today, so he had volunteered. I got out of bed and threw on some running clothes and shoes. When I went downstairs Dad was sitting in his recliner laying back with us eyes closed. He was just in his boxers and the head and an inch or two of his massive heavy dick was peaking out of their fly. “Hey old man put that thing away before you scare someone.” I told him as I stopped to kiss him on the head as I walked by him to go for my run. “Quit being jealous of your old man.” He replied teasing me. I knew there was no menace to his words. “Have fun on your run. Though I don’t know why you run if you aren’t being chased.” “Make sure you are back by 7:30 so we can both say goodbye before we go to work” He added as he tucked his cock away and sat up. I gave him the thumbs up as I headed out the door. I stretched on the bench by the barn. Then took off, starting with a good jog. I sent the sexy flight attendant that gave me his number, Shawn, a text. “Hey I meant to text earlier but it’s been a very busy weekend. My flight is at 4. I plan to be at the airport by 3 to get through all the security. Did you have time before that for some fun?” I didn’t expect a reply as it was still early for a lot of people. Plus he may have been on a flight for all I know. I made it maybe 100 feet when I got a response. “I am working your flight home sexy. I have to be at the airport by 2:30. If you want to get dropped here around 12:00 or 1:00, we’d have some time to play. Then you could tag along to the airport.” He responded. I stopped jogging to response. “Sounds good baby. You should wear a thong for daddy and nothing else when you answer the door.” I sent back. I then looked around to make sure no one was near and pulled my sweats and boxers down and took a pic of my half hard cock and big balls to send to him. “Get that throat and ass ready for this meat baby!” Within seconds I received a picture from him of a red thong sitting on a bed.. “I will be ready and waiting stud!” Was all he responded. I pulled up my britches and got going on my run. I had only 30 minutes now to try and get a good run in. I ended up making just under 4 miles in that time. I walked into the house at 7:28. Mom and dad were both in the living room chatting but clearly ready to go to work. They got up and we all said our good byes. There were hugs and tears and kisses. Of course dad gave me the his signature bear hug and head kiss. After they departed I walked up stairs to take a shower. As I went I messaged uncle James to see if he could drive me to what I said was an old friends house instead of the airport and that the friend would take me on after we visited some. Of course he agreed and even joked about saving gas. We agreed that he’d be here at 10:30 so we could lead by 11:00 and get me to my friends a bit after noon depending on traffic. I got a good long shower and then brushed my teeth and shaved and so on. After that I changed into my outfit for the day, just some loose pants and a soft light weight long sleeve shirt. I went around the room and packed everything up and got all my stuff together and organized. I then striped my bed and made it up with a clean set of sheets from the hall closet. I took my dirty sheets to the hall where we had a small laundry room and put them in the washer so they’d be ready when mom got home. I took my luggage down to the living room and set it near the door. By that time it was just before 10:00. I went into the the kitchen and made a bowl of cereal and some toast for a late breakfast. Uncle James arrived right on time. I was rinsing my dishes and putting them in the sink when he came behind me in the kitchen and threw his arm over my shoulder. “Well buddy I can’t believe it’s time for you to go already. This weekend has been so busy I feel we didn’t get to see much of each other. But I understand, demands of the job and all.” He said as he pulled me into him for a side hug. “I know it has flown by! I will be back soon for the holidays though.” I said as he released me from the side hug. We talked about the weekend and the weeding as he helped get my bags out to his truck. We were on the road by 10:45. We had been on the road about 30 minutes and were in the middle of no where when uncle James said something that made me about have a heart attack. “So, Mark tells me you put a few of your loads in him this weekends.” He said as if saying he told his dad I loaned him a shirt. I stammered a bit and finally got out, “He told you about that?” ”Sure. I have known he was gay since he was in high school. He came out to me after school. I told him it was best to keep it quite around here, after all that’s what I did when I figured out I was liked me and divorced his mom.” He said casually as if offering a piece of pie. ”Your gay?” I sputtered. “Well more like bi. I go both ways. Mark shares all his to dos with me and me with him. Have since he came out. I taught him how to keep it quiet. Now, he is into that pozzing stuff, which I have seen and it can be hot, but it’s not my cup of tea. I’m on prep to be sure. But that doesn’t mean my favorite nephew can’t suck a load out of my dick now that I know you kinky enough to poz your cousin and swallow your brother’s load.” He replied as he parked the car in a pull off surrounded by trees. As I was about to argue he pulled out is massive soft cock and nice big fat balls. He was mostly soft but had to be 7 inches and thick. That made all reason go out of my mind as I unbuckled and turned to were I was on my hands and knees across the bench and his dick was in my face. I lowered my face into his big bush and inhaled his manly sent. I kissed the base of his soft cock as I moved my hand to start playing with his balls. I ran my tongue up his shaft and took his fat cock head into my mouth. I made sure to swallow him all because I knew once he got fully hard I wouldn’t be able to. I then started to really go to town sucking his cock as I continued to play with his big balls. He got fully hard in no time and he had to be 12 inches long and thick. I had to adapt and use my hands and lots of extra spit as I sucked him to make sure I was giving him a grade A blow job. He rested his hand on the back of my head, but didn’t push me more than I could handle. He started moaning and calling me a good boy as I worked his dick. I used my magic and years of experience to make sure I was doing the best I could with his gigantic dick. “Fuck boy, I am about to cum down your throat. I got a weeks load that I am gonna feed you” he said and proceeded to shoot a big jet of cum in my throat. It tasted delicious and I continued to blow him as he shot jet after jet of cum down my throat. As his cock soften I pulled it from my mouth and sat up beside him. Uncle James took my face in his strong hand and kissed me hard on the lips. “Damn you have a big dick uncle James and you cum taste so fucking good!” I said as climbed back across the front sheet to bucked up. He had put his junk away and was zipping up. ”Thanks for the compliments. You give one of the best bjs I have ever had. Mark didn’t lie about that.” He replied. “But we better get going, that put us a little behind.” We took off and he told me a little more about his realizing he like men and his separation. Then about the Mark coming out and that time frame. He and Mark never messed with each other, but knew all about each other’s sex life. When Mark had told him about me and what we had done he decided he wanted to try my throat out. By the time he pulled up and parked on the road in front of Shawn’s house I knew my uncle better than I ever had. I told him there was no need to get out I’d grab my stuff. We hugged me in the cab of his truck and said goodbye. As I was going to get out he did tell me I could suck a load out of him anytime I wanted and winked at me then waved me out of the truck and good bye. lt was 12:17 when I walked up to Shawn’s front door and knocked. When he answered the door he was dressed as instructed. Shawn was in his mid 20s, 5’5 tall, had a very well defined and muscled body. His skin was a light brown, he wore his hair in braids, had beautiful brown eyes, and a 100 mega watt smile. His body only had hair on his head, under his arms and just a small line running down to his crotch. His thong could barely hold his package with his bulge being so big. ”Hi stud, I am glad you made it, let me help you with that. Come on in.” He said as he took some of my bags. He turned and revealed a plum juicey bubbly ass that bounced ever so slightly as he walked. I followed and admired his body. “I am glad I could make it too. You are sexy as fuck baby!” I replied. We didn’t have too long to walk as we put my luggage next to his in the living room. I took him in my arms and started to make out with him. Feeling all over his smooth body. Making sure to cup and grab his hot ass. “Fuck stud I want your big raw dick in me flooding me with babies.” He demanded between kisses. “Then you better get down on your knees and get me hard baby.” That’s all I needed to say. He was on his knees fishing my half hard dick from my pants in seconds. He sucked the head of my big cock as he pulled my fat balls out and started to play with them. I got to my full hardness of 8.5 inch in no time. Shawn was a pro cock sucker for sure. He knew how to suck a big dick and deep throat. ”Fuck baby you can suck a cock! Keep sucking my big dick baby!” I said followed by several moans. He didn’t respond but continued to work his magic. He had me breathing hard and my eyes rolling in my head. But I didn’t want to shoot my poz cum in his throat. I wanted to impregnate his hole. I pulled him up from the floor and lead him to the sofa. His dick had got hard and escaped his thong. It was hanging out the side and was 7.5-8 inches long with a nice fat head. It bounced as I walked him over and put him in position. I got behind him and started to eat his nice sweet hairless hole. Making sure to play with and slap his ass as I ate it. I tongued it and ate using extra spit so it be sloppy wet. I had no plan to use lube. Just spit and precum. Shawn moaned and wiggled against my tongue as I worked his hole open. I also was jerking his big pole as I ate him. When he was wet enough I stood up and lined my massive poz cock, that was covered in precum as I’d been leaking my toxic juice the whole time I ate him out, up with his wet glistening hole. ”You ready for this big fat raw dick baby?” I asked him as I pressed the head of my dick against his hole. “Fuck yes, plow my ass! Flood me with that cum!” He said as he backed his hole against my cock head. I was not one to object to that so I pushed in till I’d put 2/3rds of my massive dick in his tight hole. He moans in delight and pushed himself the rest of the way back till his ass was against my pubes. “Your ass is so fucking nice! Warm, wet, velvety! Fuck baby!” I said as I started to fuck him. “It was made to be fucked stud. Your dick is so big and fat and perfect!” He said as he started to meet my trusts. We fucked and dirty talked as I continued to drill his tight hole. I had not clue if he was neg, on prep, poz, or anything else. We hadn’t talked about that. But whatever his status, I was leaking toxic precum into his second hole as I fucked him balls deep. I continued to drill his hole picking up speed and intensity. Making him moan louder and beg for my cum. “Fuck yes, here it comes. I am loading that ass with my babies!” I exclaimed as I started shooting my load. “Fuck yes, impregnate my ass daddy!” He said as he felt me cum in him. He quickly reached down and within 3 strokes shoot a huge load on the sofa below him. I leaned over above him as the last of my seed filled his hole. He turned his head back and we made out as we came down from climax bliss. It was only a few minutes after 1 when we parted and sat down. Shawn got us a drink and we sat and chatted. Me still in my clothes with my balls and dick hanging out of my boxer slit and my button and fly undone but pants still in place. He sat in his thong the cloth moved to the side and his now soft cock and balls hanging out. After a break we both went to the shower where I deposited another of my charged loads into his sweet hole as the water ran over us. We then got cleaned up, got dressed and got his car packed up with all our bags. We maintained a good conversation as we packed up and then as we drove to the airport. We were a bit early and it didn’t take long for me to get through security. So I treated Shawn to a bite at the airport cafe. He had to leave me to go get his pre flight stuff done. So I got out my laptop and worked on emails and other things as I waited to board. When I got to the gate I had been up graded to first class and was one of the first to board. As I boarded Shawn winked at me as we passed. He flirted with me the whole way home as his duties allowed. I invited him for another fuck at my place but he had a turn around so he didn’t have time. We said good bye and I went and claimed my bags. I got a Lyft home and mercifully the traffic wasn’t bad. I walked into my place and dropped my bags by the door. I striped and went straight to my bed falling in as soon as I got to it. It had been a long eventful and fun weekend. One of the best visits home ever. I set my alarm, closed my eyes, and took a nice well deserved and needed nap. —————— Well that brings us to the end of our story. I really hope you all enjoyed it. I loved all the feed back. Feel free to look up my other stories here and look out for more to come. Thanks again!

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Part 3: Stealth fucked while on a lay-over. The weekend was wild. I ended up staying at the hotel for a few hours, getting fucked by the guys in the room, hanging out, getting high, then getting fucked again. However, the shame of it caught up to me. At work, I felt like people could tell I was whore. I interpreted every glance as a confirmation that others knew I was a depraved, desperate, dick hungry whore. Shortly after the weekend I picked up a three day pairing that took me across parts of central north america. These pairings often were some fun, but there were plenty of down moments as well, where we would stay overnight in a fairly small town with regional airports. Thankfully, this hotel was close to the downtown and not to far away from the highway. I managed to get through the first two days pretty well, mostly keeping to myself and hanging out at the hotels on my time off. I jerked off a little and got drunk by myself in the hotel room, but the wildness of the previous weekend kept me away Grindr and other apps. By the time we arrived at the final hotel in our third layover, I was getting pretty horny and starting to dream about what might happen when I got home and had 5 uninterrupted days off. Would I be slutty again? I had fully deleted the apps off my phone but I was itching to download them again. The crew I was with headed straight to check-in and all were ready to go to dinner, but I was thinking I might skip. However, the thought of hooking up wasn’t too good either, as our rooms were always close together and having random men coming in and out of my room (and potentially in me), could get me in trouble or at least have them notice or suspect something was up. I got to my room feeling lost and frustrated, figuring I might just be a good boy and stay in and jerk off, when I noticed the bathroom was completely flooded. I couldnt stay here, however the staff downstairs were quick to find a solution. It wasn’t long before I was in a new room, with a much bigger space, and on a completely different floor and area of the hotel. Before long, I was alone again after having let the crew know I was staying in and moved to a different room. I was gifted a bottle of champagne for the trouble of switching rooms and I brought it with me to the bathroom. I figured I might as well have a nice bath. I turned the water up so hot, put on some music and drank champagne in the bath. I grabbed a bottle of poppers in one of the other cities and thankfully, as I am a crew member, my bags are rarely searched, so I didnt have to worry about anything falling out. As I was rooting through my clothes and bags something fell out a pair of jeans I had brought with me and hit the bathroom floor. I was already naked at this point, feeling a bit slutty, but really feeling like I needed to do my best to be good. But all I wanted to do was be bad. I lifted up the items from the floor and saw that what had fallen out was actually a couple of baggies of party favors from a couple of weeks ago. I must have been wearing those jeans out and about and forgotten any of this was there. I had heard stories of crew members smuggling all kinds of shit over the years, but I was too nervous, yet here it was, I had smuggled some powder and pills accidentally on this trip. No sooner did I realize this when I got a text message from the head flight attendant letting me know the delays were starting, it was likely we are going to be here for at least a day and a half. My mind started making decisions really quickly. I couldnt bring these drugs back on the plane, and now I was here for much longer than I anticipated. The tub was filling up, I was feeling a bit tipsy, it was still only 6pm in the evening. There was plenty of time to get into trouble, but also a really great opportunity to be innocent. To be good. To prove to myself that I could just stay in and not hook up. Fuck it. I turned off the tub as it was getting pretty full. I grabbed the pills, looking like a couple hits of molly, and swallowed both with a big swig of champagne. I was in another city, now with too much time on my hands, and a really horny urge to get fucked. I sat down on the edge of the tub and opened grindr. I knew it was going to be a while before I started feeling the effects of the pills. I didnt even touch the powder. There were a bunch of messages. I was taking swigs of the champagne, right from the bottle and touching my dick here and there. Most of the messages were innocent enough, but one account caught my eye. He was 100 meters away, mostly blank profile with some stats indicating he was 45, daddy type, and discreet. I climbed into the tub with the champagne and my phone nearby, and the poppers within reach. I had the lights turned down low and figured I might as well settle in. I opened the message from the 45 year old daddy. Daddy45: “Hey, you are close. In from out of town?” Me: Hey sup? Yeh. here for one night. Daddy45: What are you looking for? Top, bttm? Looks like you might be at the hotel nearby. I figured I still had an opportunity to be good. I could just chat. I could just stay within this hotel room, by myself, get room service, watch tv, and just do my own thing. But already, I was feeling the effects of the drink and some slight tingles from the pills. Working on my feet all day with very little food seems to have set me up for a quick high. Me: Yeh, kinda horny. At a hotel. Vers bttm here. Probably just chatting though. The chat went on like this for a little bit. Mostly small talk. Then he sent a pic of his dick with the message, “really horny here… looking to blow my load. You in? Got a pic?” I didnt respond. I just sat there thinking, fuck. This feels awfully familiar. I could invite him over, maybe just suck him, I dont need to fuck. I also have condoms and lube, so I could just be safe. I could be in control. I didnt need to lose it like last time. Or? I could be a slut. Next to my toiletry bag was my flying kit, in it was a sleep mask that could easily become a blindfold. Fuck. Me: Hrmmm. I would be open to sucking you… I sent him a pic of me in my jockstrap and tshirt, with my face blurred out, side profile, showing my hard cock in the pouch and my bare ass. Daddy45: Room number? I could be there in 10 mins. I paused for a bit. Was I really doing this? I felt mostly fine, mostly in control. Me: Give me 30. I need to clean up. Im in room 803. Door will be unlocked. Daddy45: Cool. Just a quickie cool? Im just looking to get off. Me: Cool yeh. Sounds good. I closed my phone apps and I decided to get cleaned out just in case. Already I was starting to feel swirly. I put on a deep electronic playlist on my phone and drained the tub. I started to feel nervous and was getting shaky like I usually do when I am anticipating being a slut, but I pushed through and started cleaning up. I was much quicker than usual, lack of food probably helped. Even though I gave him 30 minutes, I was ready in 15. I threw on a jockstrap, a tshirt, and grabbed my sleep mask, poppers, drugs, and headed to the main room. I was given a suite with a living area and a bedroom. I laid out on the large couch in the living area and opened up the apps. Grindr had a few more messages. I was fully intending on just sucking off this one guy, but I knew I could go crazy, and I was obviously considering more since I had cleaned out, but there was a little innocent voice inside me saying, “You can be good”. But I needed to be bad. I messaged Daddy45 and told him I was ready. Me: Im done. Ill be in the main area on my knees, blindfolded, and ready to suck you off. Daddy45: Hot. Blindfold eh? Be there in 5. I responded to a few other messages, mostly blank profiles with single word messages. Given it was a small rural area, I figured this was a strong hold for horny closet cases and travellers. The five minutes went by pretty quickly. I decided to watch the app and see what else might happen. I was starting to feel really high by this point and knew that I was headed for trouble. I decided to take a few rips of powder and follow it up with a big swig of champagne. The result was immediate. I felt wild. I saw a message from Daddy45. “Just getting in the elevator. You ready?” My heart was pounding like crazy. My dick was rock hard. And I felt like I was going to burst or melt, all at the same time. I turned off the music, took a few huge hits of poppers. Daddy45: Walking down the hall. You good? Poppers started kicking in. I was feeling ravenous, uncontrollable, and like I was ready to ruin my life. Me: Yeh I am ready. Shove your cock in my mouth. I slipped the mask over my face and threw everything under the couch, just as I heard the door open. I heard footsteps, the removal of clothing, and breathing. He approached me and I sat there mostly motionless, with my hands at my sides with the poppers in one hand. He whispered in a low growl. “Fucking hot”, as I felt him pull my head forward. His rock hard dick hit my face before he shoved it in my mouth with a grunt. I started sucking immediately, long deep sucks, pulling my tongue along the underside of his cock as I bobbed up and down in deep strokes. I arched my back and humped the air slightly, my horniness and highness getting the better of me. He just groaned. I felt him slide his hands down my back and pull at the strap of the jock as he fucked my face. He tasted amazing. He was a little wet, uncut, and average thickness and length. Maybe a bit on the girthy side, but totally manageable. My fav kind of dick to suck because I can control so much of it with each movement. It was delicious. His body seemed fairly solid, beefy daddy type. He pushed in and out, mostly groaning and using one hand on my head, the other to stroke my back and pull at my jock strap. He leaned over a little further as he plowed my mouth and there was just enough room for him to reach my ass checks and hole. He groaned deeply. Daddy45: Fuck dude. You have a hot ass. You wanna get fucked? My inhibitions were slowly sliding away. I tried to pick up the pace on his dick, hoping at least that I could get him to cum and I wouldnt have to respond to his question, but it didnt seem to deter him. He started slightly tapping at my hole before pulling his hand away from my ass. I kept sucking, before hearing him spit and then feeling his hand going back to my ass with his middle finger slipping in. I was pretty high by this point so he didnt face any resistance. Daddy45: Fuck dude, you are so hot. That hole, damn. Turn around and let me see it at least? I kept sucking. I was in a trance of sorts, just focused on getting his cum in my mouth. However, I was losing any sense that I could control this situation. He pulled out and tapped my face and my ass. He spoke again, this time more firmly, “Turn around”. I did as I was told. Things were escalating quickly. I presented my ass to him. I was on the living room floor, now with my elbows on ground, doggy style, with my fresh hole and ass being presented up to a man I have never met before. He seemed to like it. Daddy45: Fuck dude, such a hot hole. I felt a tongue at my ass. Fuck. This was going to be impossible to get out of. I opened the bottle of poppers and took a few huge hits. He noticed and told me to keep hitting those poppers and that he wanted this ass. I felt a tiny shred of innocence still left in me, a thread of not wanting to repeat the mistakes of the past in this current moment. That tiny shred allowed me to respond. Me: “If you wanna fuck me, there are condoms and lube in the bag in the bathroom. Has to be quick though” He just responded with a low grunt and dove a bit deeper in my ass with his tongue before getting up and walking away, presumably to the bathroom to get the supplies. He wasn’t long. I heard the sounds of a bottle being opened, followed by the sounds of a condom wrapper being opened. He was quick though, it didnt take much time at all before I felt the dick head at my hole, with some lube being applied as well. He slid it up and down the crack a few times. I moved my hand back to touch the dick but he pulled away and I heard slick noises as he stroked his dick. Daddy45: Hit those poppers deep. Get ready for me. I did as I was told. Just as I started inhaling I felt him thrust forward and enter me. He did it really roughly knocking me over and onto my chest. I was now face down ass up on the carpeted floor and he was fully on top of me, all of his weight. He just sat there for a few moments, deep inside me and not moving. Daddy45: Ill just fuck for a bit and then you can finish me off by sucking okay? I just groaned. He started slowly pumping. Not pulling out much, just gyrating around in my hole, fully implanted. I was so grateful he was wearing a condom at least. I had some amount of control. I kept hitting the poppers and my mind was flying. As I took some more hits he started pulling out more and shoving it deep again. I could hear his heavy breathing, but also, just next to my head under the couch, I could hear my phone vibrating. Brrrp brrrp. Probably more men who wanted to use my holes. Daddy was breathing heavy, and I could feel sweat from his beefy body coating my back. My shirt was getting wet and my jock strap band on my back felt soaked. He groaned and made guttural noises as he plowed my ass. I just laid there and took it. I started moving my hips a little bit to make his thrusts go deeper. It felt so incredible. Warm, wet, sloppy, and deep. I wanted this and I knew I wanted this from the moment I stepped off that plane. Daddy45: Fuck dude, you love this dont you? He kept pumping, his breathing getting way heavier. Daddy45: Man, this feels so good. You like my balls? You like it deep. Feel those balls slapping against your taint. Fuck yeh. Tell me you want my balls. You want my balls? I just groaned. I had never been asked this before. I had guys last weekend ask me, “You want my load?” and Daddy was asking in a similar tone, but it didnt make any sense. He picked up the pace and started diving deeper. He pulled up off my back slightly, and i could feel sweat dripping down. Daddy45: You want my balls? Yeh, you want them. You want those balls deep. Take them. Fuck yeh. He pushed deep and plowed hard. He stopped slightly, but I could feel him pumping. It felt like a climax, but he kept pumping. He also told me he wanted me to suck him off, so I just assumed he was feeling it. At least he was wearing the condom. He paused and I muttered, “Did you cum?” He just groaned something like “no”, and pulled out. I heard him get up and it sounded like he went to the bathroom and wiped up. I got back to my knees feeling like something wasnt right. I felt different. Full. However, he wasnt long gone and next thing I knew he was shoving his dick in my mouth again. Cept, this time he was sitting on the couch and I was over him. He was slightly soft, but still hard enough. I started sucking and he just laid there. This went on a for a few minutes until he grabbed my head, shoved me down to the base of his cock, and spasmed. He didnt last long and it didnt feel like much, but he came in my mouth, well the back of my throat, and I could taste it. I backed away, coughed a bit, and just kneeled there while feeling my cock through my jock. He got up silently, didnt say another word, just started getting dressed. As he did, I started feeling my ass and hole. It was very wet. I was about to say something when I heard the door click. He left. I took off the sleep mask and felt the room spinning around me. With my other hand I felt my asshole and it was so slick. I shoved a couple of fingers inside me and as I did I felt liquid come out of my hole and land on the carpet. What the fuck? I was spinning a bit but I looked around the room and saw the condom wrapper, but I could see the condom was still inside the wrapper. The fucker stealthed me… and I loved it. He shot a load in my ass when he was going on about his balls and wanting his balls. Clever. I got his balls alright, all their juice was inside my ass. Well, some was in my throat as well. I heard the phone vibrating nearby. I grabbed it and my supplies under the couch and headed to the bed. I laid on my back, fingering myself, while opening hook up apps and sites. I got a load even though I did my best to avoid one. I got a load, even though the innocence in me wanted me to avoid it. I looked out the window from the bed and I could see the storm was staring. Well, I might as well see what else was happening around town. I was now very high, fully loaded, and stuck in this town for at least another 36 hours or so. I might as well let go. Brrp brrp. Blank profile: “You looking? Top here” Me: “Yeh. Hosting now. Come on over…” Sent him my location, room number, and a pic of me laying ass up in the bed I was currently in. Blank profile: “On my way” I guess I was on my way too. On my way to being a slut, even though I told myself I wasnt going to. Again. I hit a line of powder, a huge hit of poppers, then slid the sleep mask down and waited. Here we go again.

Yes, I do

I would be #7, because when I go out looking for sex I'm not picky at all. Someone who's been fucked and taken loads in gloryholes is, in my opinion, a true cumdump. In gloryholes no kissing, no body contact, just the cock coming from the other side of the partition, going in and out of your hungry hole until it unloads. Then, the next cock shows up. I would definitely call this a cumdump. I've taken many loads in gloryholes, I even had one in my apartment. So I would consider myself that I have been a cumdump or like being a cumdump at times. Most cumdumps feel proud of being a cumdump and I'm no exception which is why when I go to the bathhouse or cruising park I bring with me a black glow-in-the-dark sign with white letters that say "CUMDUMP" (I have many others, some even in French). I've discovered that it's important in a cruising-for-sex place to present yourself as a cumdump because for some reason the "hole of a cumdump" is so appetizing that even some bottoms are willing to fuck and breed it. With all the competition from other bottoms, presenting yourself as a cumdump also gives you a better chance with those horny guys looking to breed a hole because they know right away that they don't need to discuss condoms with you. I've used these signs for years at the bathhouse. I dim the lights in the room, charge the glow-in-the-dark signs and hang them on the walls. Guy walk by and can read "CUMDUMP" or "Cream my Hole". If nothing else I make myself noticed among all the other bottoms. I was once in my room in a Montreal sauna, just been fucked and bred on the sling, and before the guy leaves in a broken English with French accent he told me that the sign on the wall made him come in. Because I was in Montreal I was using a French sign "Remplir mon Cul" (Fill my hole). Without that sign I would have missed that load. Rather than wondering whether or not I am a true cumdump I prefer to communicate clearly to others that I am and that way I can get loads. Isn't that the goal?