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This is a true story and took place last Friday. I’d partied in the past and I’ve been sober for 5 years. Lately I’ve been wanting to party again. Here’s where we begin… So I decided to scratch that itch last Friday. I was sitting at home drinking watching some porn and mostly chatting with guys on Sniffies. I get a message from this hot hairy daddy I’ve been talking with for a while now that he wanted to fuck. We exchanged our kinks, what we’re looking for etc… He then asked if I partied, I admitting that it’s been years but have been feeling that itch. An hour later I find myself getting out of my Uber and knocking at his front door. Holy shit, I was not prepared for the man that meet me. His pics didn’t do him justice he was hotter in person. I noticed his basketball shorts tenting, I walk in close the door and drop to my knees and start servicing his thick uncut cock. After a couple of minutes he pulls me up, and we start making out. He pulls back and directs me to the bedroom. I walk in to find a sling and fuck bench. I knew this was going to be a fun night. He walks over to a bubbler and those wispy white clouds begin to fill the bulb. He takes a hit and pulls me closer, I’d instinctively opened my mouth and he shotgunned that magical smoke into my lungs. I didn’t immediately feel anything but kept smoking at his encouragement. My body begins to warm, my head begins to lighten and my cock and hole begin to twitch. He notices and asks if I wanted to get in the sling. I eagerly agree and he starts ravenously eating my hole. Soon I feel a finger sliding in as he licks around my hole and balls. He begins pulling it out then back in, and my hole responds opening up. I feel another finger and he resumes working my hole for a while and I feel the familiar burning of a rock….. fuuuucccckkkkkkk He stands and puts that beautifully thick uncut cock against my hole and pushes in. He’s buried balls deep in me and starts long dicking me. I’m fortunate I’m one of the guys who gets rock hard when he parties and I’m soon oozing precum. He see’s my puddle of precum on my belly and starts feeding it to me. I’m in pig heaven. We fuck for what felt like minutes but was closer to an hour. We both agree to take a break to smoke, rehydrate, etc… He asks if I’d ever slammed. It’d been 5 years since I’ve ridden that ride, and I eagerly agree; he grins and he asks me how much I want. The inner dialogue in my mind was like this the last one I did was five years ago and it was strong, I was a complete slut, I have Monday off for the holiday and a zoom meeting on Tuesday, and I rattled off .4. He asks if I wanted to invite some guys over and I began to hunt while he mixed the rigs. I talked with some but nothing was concrete. A few minutes later he comes back in with 4 points and some swabs. I fall to my knees and work his cock and balls for all I’m worth till he’s rock hard again. He ask’s where I want it nodding towards the bed then the sling. I hop in the sling and he hops in me burying himself again balls deep. I extend my arm and feel the tourniquet wrap around my bicep, my veins begging to feel that familiar pinch. I closely watched as he found a vein and draws back finding a register. He asks me, “you ready to blast off” and I eagerly say yes. As soon as he pulls the tourniquet I’m blasted off into the stratosphere my ears ringing, my eyes dancing about unable to focus, my holes on fire, and soon begin to violently cough followed with fucking yes, fucking use me, use me hard, you feel so good inside me, fuck yeah… While I was lost in my rush, I hear him getting his cough on, and he bellows fuckkkkkk and begins earnestly fucking my hole. I’m in pig heaven he’s jackhammering away at my hole while I work his nips. He’s encouraging me calling me a slampig, that I’m just a hole, a whore for cock and cum. I eagerly agree begging him to fucking use me. Use my holes. Whore me out. When suddenly I hear a couple of coughs in the distance.

On my way to school I wondered if he heard me last night watching the porn on the TV in his bedroom. When I got to school in rushing out the door, I forgot to change into jeans. I was still wearing my shorts which were running shorts. They weren't short booty shorts but they weren't long either maybe 3" going down mid thigh when standing up but when sitting down they crawled up my thighs a lot. I went to my classes, grabbed lunch with Jane and then went to work. There was a lot to do at work. Helping get late registered students into classes and some room changes for the department. One of our Professors was also starting a new class and needed a classroom. I was warned by the other staff sometimes he could be particular, gruff and strict. His name was Professor Post. He was an older man maybe early 60's, tall slightly bald with a moustache with an earring loop in his right ear. I was assigned to help him set up his class and arrange registration for late students. We met in his office, going over the late additions to his class and making sure they have their prerequisite classes. In our meeting he was the opposite, he was very nice, accommodating as we had some issues with the main registration office and even warm. We talked about my background and what I was studying. He shared where he came from before he came to this college. It was a nice pleasant conversation. I noticed he sometimes would stare down at my shorts. They sat high on my thighs like booty shorts and I tried to pull them down. I noticed and got self conscious and apologized as I was running late and forgot to change. He laughed and said not to worry. He said I have very nice legs and asked if I was a runner. I told him no that I was a swimmer. "You swim? Me too. I have a pool at my place if you ever want to come over and do lap swimming. " the Professor said looking down and my legs and shorts. His eyes devouring me made my cock get a little hard. I think he started to notice. "Thank you for the invitation, maybe one day. Are we done now?" I said nervously "Yes we are done for today. We will meet up again soon, I think" he said with his eyes working me over. My cock was half way hard now. I got up and used my backpack to hide my cock and left his office. Walking out I looked back and waved and could see him staring at my ass. I had to pee so I went to the bathroom. When I walked in I saw what he saw. My cock was pushing out and my shorts were still up at my mid-thigh. It must have been higher sitting down. When I turned around because my shorts were bunched up a small hint of my ass cheek was sticking out. I quickly pulled it down and went to the urinal. As I was finishing the Professor walked in and I could see his hard cock in his jeans. He looked huge. He nodded and I washed my hands and left. I finished up at work and them met some friends at the pizza and bar place near campus. I was glad it was a Friday. Jane stopped by early on to hang out with us. Professor Post was also there with a couple of what looked like professors and 2 students. I introduced him to my gf Jane and the others. Jane left early and me and my friends stayed till about 9:30pm. I was definitely buzzing and wanted to get home to sleep. I pulled in and went in through my door. After I got in, I changed into some underwear and a tank top. I was still kind of drunk and sat down and started to think about today and the last few days. In all my years I have never got noticed or got hit on by older men. But in the last week I let one touch me, eat my cum, eat his and now someone at work was checking me out and I got aroused. What was happening to me. It felt strangely good and sexy being admired and hit on. I could feel his eyes look me over. After all I was a guy and I knew when I was looking over a hot chic she could feel my eyes. As I was thinking about all of this I could feel my cock get aroused and start to get hard. What was going on with me? I am straight not gay. I quickly fell asleep.

I got up at 8am and went to class. I was tired but got through the day. After class I ate lunch on campus and showed up at my job at the college. It was an office position at the Liberal Studies College. I worked in the department office and did administrative work. They had a deadline so as the new guy I had to help out, so I didn't finish until 5:45pm. I was starving some of us from the office ate at the pizza joint on campus had a beers. I got home a little after 8:30pm. I was exhausted and went straight into my room and lied down. I fell asleep and when I woke up and had to use the bathroom. I heard noise again from Rick's room and quietly walked over. I carefully peeked in and there was gay porn. Rick was on the couch and he had fallen asleep. I watched the porn. It was a younger guy around my age on his back, getting fucked by a huge cock on an older skinny guy. He had another older guy with his cock in the young guys mouth. The guy on the bottom was moaning and begging the top to cum in him. "Ohhhhh fuck just keep fucking me please, harder harder....fuck cum in me please, I need your charged POZ cum in me, make me pregnant" the bottom moaned. Make him pregnant?, I thought, men don't get pregnant. This is odd. I kept watching the TV and my cock got hard. You could see the guy on the bottom enjoying what must be painful as the old guys cock was big but he was enjoying it and begging for more. Finally the top yelled, "Here you go bitch, I am cumming in you and making you pregnant" he said. You could tell he was cumming a lot and then the bottom started to shoot all over his stomach and the top at his mouth shot cum in his mouth then all over his face. The top kept pumping for another minute and pulled out. The camera zoomed out and you could see cum leak out of his ass, lots of cum. The top played with his hole and pushed some of it back into his hole. He told the bottom "Oh fuck yeah your going to have my baby bitch". The bottom guy looked so happy. My hand on its own was on my hard cock rubbing it. I heard Rick snort and then kind of wake up. I pulled back so he couldn't see me and quietly went back to my room. I was so hard I couldn't fall asleep. I jacked off thinking about what I just saw, the bottom looked so enthralled in ecstasy. I shot quickly all over my belly and chest. I couldn't find my tissue box so I just scooped it up with my fingers and licked my cum. I had grown to like the taste of my cum. I even savored it. I thought it's not gay to eat your own cum, right. After licking it all up I feel asleep. I woke up around 7am and got dressed and washed up. I went into the kitchen and made coffee. "Good morning, longtime no see" Rick said "Yeah I know. Been busy with work and school. And you?", I said "You know work too and just hanging out" Rick said looking me up and down. "Were you up last night in the living room" Rick asked "Uh no just in the bathroom. Sorry I gotta go, I don't want to be late", I said as I rushed out of the house.

Hey all, sorry it’s just been super busy lately and by the time I do get a break my inspiration or attention span is lacking. I will get the next chapter up when I can. I promise I will finish the story! Thanks, Uncut

Sometimes, when examining my many, many poor life choices, I’ve wondered; how do you make a cheater? We can’t just be born like this, something has to have *happened*, y’know? So this post, while including some cheating, is not just about my cheating, so much as about how I became the cheater I am today. An origin story, of sorts. The grand setup for the inevitable punchline. A Prelude. I think it starts with having to keep your formative sexual awakening a secret. I grew up in a very Catholic family, in a very small, close-minded town. Not ideal when you accidentally catch the premier of Queer as Folk on late night tv while alone and finally figure out exactly *how* different you are to all the other boys. Sure, you have no idea what rimming is either after seeing that scene, only that it looked really fucking enjoyable, and 14 year old you wants to find out all about it as soon as bloody possible. You have to sit on this excruciating secret for a whole year, until your school collides with a Scottish school on a field trip to Sweden, and a boy named Martin who’s just a bit more savvy than you clocks who you really are, and sneaks you out of your dorm to drink stolen vodka and share a first, electrifying kiss. It’s beautiful, but then you go home, and you can’t tell anyone about it. Martin keeps in touch for a while, but Scotland is a long way away, and soon enough it’s just you again. (Put a pin in Martin though, he’ll be back.) From that point on, until I left home a few years later, my only experience of a "relationship" was two weeks of hand holding and chaste kisses with Craig over in the next town. He was incredibly cute, but we were 15 and dumb, and it didn’t last. Again, don’t forget Craig, he’ll be back as well. Anyway, in short, I had no idea what romance was beyond sneaky kisses and holding hands when no one was looking. Every moment of awakening was a guilty secret. It taught me to hide quite well, and hiding was, unfortunately, therefore inextricably linked to arousal. While romance was short, sex, on the other hand, was plentiful once it started. I was a reasonably cute teen with a very nice butt if I do say so myself, and I had been legal for all of a month before I went to my best friend’s birthday party, where her 21 year old cousin Stephen was home from uni and chaperoning the chaos. He didn’t do a great job though, as he snuck a slightly inebriated me out before midnight, drove me to the aptly named Cherry Lane, and finally gave me what I’d been craving. He was taller and bigger than me, and quite buff, with a shaved head and what I thought was a sexy gap in his front teeth. I don’t remember any panic as he pulled me into the back seat and forced his cock down my throat, just the tremendous pressure of my horniness, like if I didn’t have sex that night I would literally die. I gagged on his sizable cock a lot (I’m still sadly shit at deepthroating), but I guess eventually it was wet enough for his liking. He pulled my jeans off, slapped some of his own spit on my hole, and then sat me down on his dick like I was a human fleshlight. Funnily, I don’t remember it hurting at all; evidently I needed this, and his wet dick just slid right in to the hilt as my eyes rolled back in my head. They never taught sex ed in my Catholic school beyond "this is how babies are made", so I never even thought to ask for a condom, and I don’t think I would have wanted one anyway; I wanted to feel every last thing, and he bounced me on his dick like I weighed nothing. He never asked if I was ok, or if it hurt, or if I wanted this, he just used my tight, fresh hole to please his dick, and as a man’s cum flooded into me for the first time I absolutely drenched him in return. I was spent, I was euphoric, and ten minutes later I’d been thrown out of the car three streets away from the party so we wouldn’t be seen returning together. I walked back, hole aching and dripping cum, and spent the rest of the night being pointedly ignored by him. The dirty feeling of being used and the intense sexual arousal of the encounter would pretty much be a staple of my sex life from then on. Stephen would sneak me out in much the same manner whenever he was in town over the next years, and it was always the same; no small talk, he would roughly use my hole to dump his load, and I would have to walk home. It wasn’t until well after I’d seen him for the last time that I found out about his girlfriend and kid. The other encounter of note before I left my hometown was a pair in London, Aiden and Rob. It was only a couple of months after my original encounter with Stephen, and I had been desperate for more. I met them online, a 24-year old couple, who also did some work with a now-defunct porn studio. I thought they were crazy hot, and I lied about my experience trying to get them to meet me until they finally invited me over. They must have clocked straight away that I wasn’t being honest about some things, but like I said, I was cute, so it wasn’t long before I was naked on the couch, Rob’s dick in my mouth, and Aiden spreading my legs, finally introducing me to the joys of rimming. I honestly thought I was going to die of pleasure, and I was so horny that when Aiden started to position himself between my legs, I again didn’t care about the lack of condom. Given the size of him, however, what I should have cared about was the lack of lube. My lies came back to bite me though, as I had told him that I had taken a lot of dick, and that the deeper and rougher it was the better, and so he pushed his massive cock into me with only spit and precum, smirking when I cried out. "I thought you said you liked it deep?" "Not *that* deep!" I gasped, desperately putting my hands on his thighs, trying to stop him going further. Now, I *know* the next thing that happened was a shitty thing to do to dumb horny kid, I *know* I should have been more mad about it, but goddamit if it doesn’t still make me rock hard; he bats my hands away, says "Bit late now, you’ll be fine" and proceeds to fuck me like a steam train. No going slow and gentle, no easing up to grab the lube, just straight to pounding my hole like he wants to come out the other side. Rob grabs my head and forces his dick down my throat, and I just have to hold on for dear life as they take turns throwing me around the room. It finally ends when I’m on the lounge floor, on my back and legs spread, Rob has just cum down my throat, and Aiden is somehow going even harder. He tells me he’s going to cum, and I beg him to pull out (I’d started to educate myself a little since Stephen), to which he simply grunts "No", and fires his load into me so hard I can feel his dick pulsing. I’m ashamed to say that pushed me right over the edge, and I had to rinse my own cum out of my hair before limping home. I saw them many more times over the next couple of years, and even if I tried to bring out the condoms they would always manage to send me home dripping cum, feeling used and abused, and honestly I fucking loved it. Anyway, I also need you to stick a pin in Aiden and Rob for now, because, naturally, they are going to come up again. So, that’s the gist of my formative sexual years, and honestly I think it’s pretty obvious where my cheating fetish came from. I’ll see you in the next part for first boyfriends, first betrayals, and a lot of dick. Ciao!

I'm hoping Rick and Prof Post are friends 😉

Here is Part 2. Looking like it might end up being 4 parts total. *** Part 2 A couple of days later we were snuggling on the couch watching a movie when Joey decided he had to let me know what had happened with Ray, “Daddy, remember the other day when you fucked me after the pump and dump and I asked you about still being on PrEP?” “Yeah,” I responded neutrally. “I asked cause that last guy, well, he said some stuff that made me think he might not have been undetectable,” said Joey. I could tell he was nervous about bringing this up. I pulled him tighter against my side. “What did he say, you can tell me, it’s okay,” I said as I stroked his back. “He said it was too bad that I was on PrEP cause he was toxic and would love to infect me,” said Joey quietly. I responded with a little moan that was something between an acknowledgment and a moan of pleasure. “Did that turn you on or disgust you? It’s okay Joey baby, I love you, you can be honest with me,” I said as I continued to gently stroke his back. “It turned me on in the moment, I fucked myself back against his cock,” answered Joey. I could feel his cock starting to poke my thigh. “That’s kind of hot,” I said. “Really, you find it hot?” He asked, more seeking validation than anything else. I used my free hand to grab his hand that was on my chest and guided it down to my crotch. As soon as his hand brushed against my hard cock, he looked up at me, smiled and then immediately started grabbing my hard cock through my sweatpants. “Yeah, I do,” I whispered in his ear as he groped me. Feeling my hard cock gave Joey the courage to tell me the rest of what I had watched without him knowing. He was no longer nervous, as he continued the story. “It was very hot. He said he was off his meds for months and had a high viral load. He said he would love to poz me and knock me up. I was so turned on and kept thrusting back into him and moaning like crazy. He said he could tell I wanted his toxic load and then he told me to beg for it, to beg for his gift.” “Oh fuck, I wish I had been there to see that,” I said, lying about having been there and not about how I wished to have seen it. I reached down with the arm around his back to start rubbing his ass cheeks and I reached into his sweatpants with my other hand to grab his cock which was hard and leaking pre-cum, “Did you, did you beg for him to poz you, you naughty little boy?” “Yes, yes, I did, and when I begged him to gift me, to breed me, to poz me, my cock was so hard and rubbing against the bed as he fucked a poz load into me that I came,” said Joey as we continued to jerk each other off. “I can try to find some guys that will roleplay that with you for our next pump and dump,” I offered. “That would be hot, especially if they were actually poz, just for that extra bit of danger, my PrEP should protect me right?” he asked as he thought about repeating the scene. “Yeah it should, but they say it's only 99% effective, there could be a small risk,” I answered. We talked about it more as we stroked each, admitting how hot the scene would be, until we both climaxed and shot our loads all over each other. That night I created a profile for Joey on BBRTS with pictures of his hot little muscular body and a few pictures of his ass leaking come. I advertised him as a negative bottom looking for poz tops. I did lie on the profile and put that he wasn’t on PrEP. I had lied to my husband, I wasn’t above lying to strangers to advance my plan.. I was not getting enough detectable poz guys to arrange a day long session, so I started to organize more one off or one to two guy play sessions. These were even hotter than the scene I had arranged with Ray because I did not have to pretend I wasn’t in the room, so I could join in the verbal roleplay. The guys fucking Joey really got turned on by me telling them to breed my boy with their toxic loads. They had both Joey and me begging them to poz him. Joey particularly liked when I added a bit of degradation to my comments and would tell the tops things like, “Yeah poz that fucking slut, he’s not even a whore since he isn’t getting paid, he’s just a cheap slut that can’t get enough toxic cum in his hole.” I think I fucked Joey more that month then I had since when we first started fucking. I was so turned on watching him get bred by poz tops, and willing taking toxic loads that I couldn’t resist mounting him as soon as the top left and dipping my own neg cock into the pool of poz cum that was his ass. Joey usually came when the tops would breed him, if he didn’t he would definitely cum when I was fucking him. I knew my odds of getting HIV were even smaller than Joey’s, but the thought that it was still a possibility was enough that I would quickly add my own load to his hole. After the third or fourth time we had a guy over and everyone dumped their load in my little muscle stud cum dump husband, I started slipping a butt plug into Joey’s ass to help him keep the loads in longer. Several times I’d find him playing with the plug in his ass and jacking off a couple hours later. I’d watch and stroke myself as I told him to fuck that toxic cum deeper into his boy pussy, to make sure he got pregnant from all the cum his Poz Daddies had given him. What Joey did not know was that I was not being that selective on who I had come fuck Joey. Many times I would get guys that would say they were undetectable but were still interested in fucking that hot muscle stud in the pics. I let them know that was okay but they still had to pretend they had a high viral load and they wanted to poz him. I actually let quite a few of these guys in on the secret that Joey was still on PrEP. Many of these guys contacted me afterwards and let me know that it was one of the hottest fucks they had ever had. I would reply and ask them that if Joey ever stopped taking PrEP would they consider taking a med vacation and giving him a toxic load for real. If they were interested I would favorite them and if they weren’t interested I would block them. A couple of the guys I blocked created new accounts and let me know they changed their mind. I unblocked their original accounts and let them know that I would contact them if Joey was ever going to go off PrEP, but that they would have show me that they were off their meds and were detectable before they got another invite to come breed my hot little boy. When we were having guys coming over to breed Joey, we were watching all the poz oriented porn we could find and reading bug chasing stories to each other. After another few weeks of having guys over that were thinking they were there to poz Joey, we were snuggling on the couch watching some porn when I asked Joey, “Baby, have you ever thought about stopping your PrEP? Doing this for real without the safety net?” Joey looked up at me, I could see a mix of desire and fear in his eyes. “Do you want me to?” He asked timidly. “Baby, I love you. Having gone on this journey of discovery with you has made me happier than I thought possible. I will support you in whatever you want,” I said looking down into his eyes. “You would still want to be with me even if I became poz?” He asked, looking for reassurance. “Yes Baby, I’d still want you to be my boy, to be my partner in life. I wouldn’t have married you otherwise. I would still want to share you with other men, seeing you let go of your inhibitions and being so free with your body is the sexiest thing in the world to me. I would also join you on the journey. If you stop your PrEP I will too, I won’t ask you to do anything I wasn’t willing to do myself,” I answered. “Okay, I guess,” he said, still a little unsure. “Tell you what, let’s think about it overnight and talk again in the morning. If you want to go through with it, I want to make a video of you dumping your pills and flushing them. I think it would be really hot and I could use it to help get you some more guys,” I said. That sort of tipped my hand to Joey that I really did want him to stop his PrEP and be at risk of getting pozzed when he was taking loads. Joey reached down and started fondling my hard cock, “Only if you dump yours as well. I want to feel your unprotected cock fucking those toxic loads into my unprotected ass.” “Deal,” I said immediately. I then pulled his sweatpants down and fucked him there on the coach.

Hey everyone, sorry it's been a while for the next part! A previous version I posted was flagged by the moderators, and I want to sincerely apologize for that. I'm still getting the hang of the specific rules here, and I messed up. I'm sorry for the error and any trouble it caused. I've spent the time since rewriting this chapter from the ground up to make sure it's compliant with the forum's rules. The good news is that, while I'll be posting part 11 right now, I've also finished writing part 12, so you won't have to wait long for that either. I really hope you enjoy this new version and that it was worth the wait. I always appreciate all the comments and reactions, and I love to hear what you think and feel about the story. Thanks so much for your patience and for sticking with me. Part 11: At the Clinic Buffet - an Understall Gamble He doesn't wait for you to move. With a rough, angry motion, he pulls up his scrubs, shoving his still-hard, cum-slick cock away as if it's something filthy. He turns his back on you, staring at the wall, his shoulders rigid with a fury so deep it has become cold. You scramble for the door, your own erection a painful, shameful pressure against your jeans. You fumble with the handle and stumble out into the sterile, white corridor, leaving him alone with his poison and you alone with your desire. Your body moves on its own, driven by a singular, desperate need to blow the load that the doctor's confession has caused. To avoid anyone seeing the massive bulge in your pants, you make a beeline for the men's restroom. You push the door open and step into the stall in the back, locking it behind you. Your eyes go immediately to the wall, to the biohazard symbol you defiled with your "still neg" failure just an hour ago. But something is different. Fresh, milky-white cum is slowly dripping down the tile from the center of the symbol. A thick, pearly drop hangs from the lower point of the symbol, poised to fall. Someone else was here. Someone else marked the symbol as their own. A wave of horniness, more potent than anything you've ever felt, crashes over you. All thought is erased. There is no doctor, no clinic, no disappointment. There is only this. This offering. This gift. You press your face close to the divider and lean forward, pressing your tongue flat against the cool tiled divider, slowly licking the fresh, salty cum from the wall. You savor the taste, the texture, the anonymous risk. As you're lost in the taste, you hear a soft rustle from the other stall, then a whispered voice, young and a little cocky. "You hungry, man?" Your heart hammers. „Oh yeah.“ You hear the distinct sound of a belt unbuckling, a zipper, and then the soft thud of jeans falling to ankles. A moment later, the rustle of fabric as someone kneels down close to the divider wall. You quickly sit down on the toilet and bend over, your head almost to the floor, to look under the divider. There's a good foot of space, and the view is perfect. The first thing you see are legs—pale, athletic, and covered in a fine dusting of red hair that glints in the dim light. Your eyes travel up to a crotch, and you see a neatly trimmed, thick red bush and completely smooth, shaved balls. And then a cock comes into view. But why is a kid who looks like this at the clinic? This is the kind of place you come when you're waiting for results. Your heart pounds. Is he here for the bad news, or the good news? Is he shooting blanks, or is he loaded with toxic bullets? That perfect-looking piece of meat could be a freshly minted poz boy, about to get his papers... a beautiful, undeniable Trojan horse, and you're the city he's here to destroy. A wave of arousal hits you so hard you feel dizzy. The word "negative" echoes in your head. Not a rejection. A directive. Work harder. Take every opportunity. Don't question who, just take what's offered. This clinic isn't a place of shame anymore; it's a buffet. "Shove your butt over here..." the voice commands, husky and inviting. He wants an anonymous understall action, nothing more. You pull back, shuck your jeans, and lie on the floor. You lift your legs and slide your ass under the divider. He's on you instantly, hands rough, grabbing your hips and yanking you the rest of the way under the divider until your ass is flush against his side of the wall. He owns you now. He spreads your cheeks open. "Fuck," he breathes. "Nice tight hole." He spits. You feel the wet head of his cock paint your hole, smearing slick precum all over you. "This is how I like it," he grunts, his voice thick with excitement. "Anonymous. Unprotected. No names, no numbers. Just a hole and a cock. The best part? Not knowing. Every time I slide in raw, it's a fucking lottery ticket. I get off on the risk. The possibility that this one fuck could change everything forever... that's the real rush. It's the only thing that's real. So, what you here for?" he grunts, positioning himself. "Check-up," you gasp. "Negative." He laughs, a low, dirty sound. "Shame. That why you're so hungry?" "Fuck yeah." "You want it?" "Please..." "I'm here for my results," he grunts. "Been fucking bareback a lot lately. No condoms, no PrEP, no hole or cock refused. So... who knows what they'll say? Pure risk…" "Doesn't matter," you groan. He lines up and pushes in the tip. Teasing you. „You really want it? No matter what?“ „Just do it.“ „Might be more than you think…“ „Give me all you have.“ „Sure? Could be permanent…“ He pushes a small brown bottle through the gap at the bottom of the divider. It rolls across the grimy tile towards you. You unscrew the bottle, lift it to your nose. Smell the familiar scent. Breath in deep. One, two, three, you hold your breath, your head starts spinning, four, five, six, your vision clouds. Just as you're about to scream, the air stolen from your lungs, „I dont care! Fucking do it!“ he slams his cock into you in one brutal, deep stroke. He lets out a loud, satisfied groan. He doesn't wait. He immediately starts fucking you, a hard, rhythmic pounding, his hips slapping against your ass. His rhythm is a little erratic, driven by pure youthful horniness. "Fuck, your hole," he pants. "Gonna fill you... with my risky cum." "Yeah," you choke out. "Breed me." "Gonna knock you up... take my fucking prize." His words, combined with the knowledge that he's a complete unknown, a ticking time bomb of his own making, send you into a frenzy. Your mind reels, hoping he's carrying the ultimate prize, the gift you've been chasing. You reach down and start stroking your own cock, your fist flying. The reality of it is overwhelming—the dirty floor, the anonymous redhead using you, the filth pouring from his mouth. "Fuck... I'm gonna cum," he groans, his thrusts becoming erratic. "Gonna give it to you... now!" He slams into you one last time and buries himself deep. You feel the powerful, rhythmic spasms of his young, but not so innocent, cock as he unloads his mysterious cocktail inside you, a thick, warm flood of his anonymous, untested seed filling your ass. The feeling of it is all it takes. Your own cock erupts, spurting cum across your chest and stomach in a massive, shuddering orgasm. He stays inside you for a long moment, panting. His voice, muffled by the tile, floats over to you. "Now... we have to wait." As he slowly pulls out, you feel a trickle of his cum run down your ass crack. You hear him zip up, the sound of his belt buckle, and then his stall door opens and closes. He's gone. You lie there for a moment, panting on the floor, your body half in one stall, half in the other, a student's unknown cum leaking from your hole and your own drying on your chest. You are a mess. A fulfilled, claimed mess. You slowly pull yourself back into your own stall, your muscles aching, and begin the process of putting yourself back together. As you reach for your jeans, a shadow falls over the stall door. You look up. He's standing there, leaning against the doorframe, his arms crossed…

Ryan Phillippe, everlasting. Zac Effron - heard he's really nasty in bed.

@Uncut300 Take the time you need to look after yourself and life things. We will be here looking forward to the next part when it is ready 🙂

While there has been many instances of getting ing pounded hard one stands out. The time I did my first open door hotel cumdump session. Was not blindfolded or hooded this time, was having an issue getting tops to stop by until a bbc showed up with 2 bbc friends. As he walked in he locked the door, when I asked why, he said you don't need anybody else, and he was right. Him and his friends took turns pounding my hole for a little over 3 hours. No deep slow stroking this time just hard deep pounding,each one must have dumped 5 loads. As I laid there with my hole stretched and sore dripping with cum all three just left.I laid there for about 5 minutes when I heard the door open two other tops walked in. I thought damn I forgot to lock the door, but got into position anyways. Took those loads quick then locked the door

my hardest is probably my first time being fucked by a real...not a toy...cock. my friend came over for dinner, but we both knew it was to introduce me to the gay lifestyle. After a bit of teasing and flirting, he threw two pieces of rope that he'd brought under the couch, so the ends were available to grab on each side. He tied each hand on one side of the couch and then tied each ankle on the other side so i was secured over the back of the couch, facing the front of the couch. He knew that i had been Owned by a Mistress, so that i was familiar with being tied up. Then he put a bottle of poppers under my nose and had me inhale three long times...my head was spinning and my cunt hole was begging for his cock. He applied some lube to my cunt hole, then in one push, his cock was balls deep inside me. He fucked me, slow but deep, for a few minutes then climbed onto the back of the couch and proceeded to ram my asscunt HARD, i mean HARD, for what seemed like 30 minutes, never slowing up, never letting up... The photo is a screen grab, from my hidden camera, from that night...back in 2004.

Hugh jackman…. Ide be putty in his hands

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When I bottom I do not feel the load and coating and all the things other members on bz feel. But I feel submissive and like a slut that takes everything. And when I let it out I have a very close look of the amount I took. It’s a mindset thing.

It’s a whole new level of intimacy that feels more natural, the stimulation is much better and feeling it pulse is another no dulled senses just pure and natural fun.

Dan is out of town for a business trip looking for some relief. Sitting at a hotel bar, he saw a blinking notification from an app he rarely opened. The profile was sparse: 28. Local. Discipline preferred. Dan doesn’t usually meet anonymous profiles, but he has two weeks of pent-up tension, so he’s at the point that he just wants to get off. He has submissive tendencies but has never played with anyone who is a Dom, let alone a much younger Dom. He got the address and got himself cleaned up, then headed out. The hotel was a ten-minute cab ride away, a sleek, nondescript tower near the convention center. He paid in cash, a habit leftover from his divorce. The elevator smelled like bleach and something floral, the kind of scent designed to mask deeper stains. His reflection in the mirrored walls looked back at him: salt-and-pepper stubble, the faintest hint of crow's feet. Still fit, but not like he was at thirty. Dan, a middle-aged man in his 40s, was away on a business trip and looking for a way to relieve the stress of the past two weeks. Though not as "ripped" as he was during his college athlete days, he still maintained a nice build. While sitting at a hotel bar, he noticed a blinking notification from an app he rarely opened. The profile was sparse: 28. Local. Discipline preferred. Dan didn't usually meet anonymous profiles, but the built-up tension was significant enough that he just wanted to get off. Though he had submissive tendencies, he had never played with a Dom, especially one who was much younger. After getting the address, he cleaned himself up and headed out. Room 1417. The keycard was on the back of the "do not disturb" sign, as he was told. It slipped in his damp palm on the first try. The second time, the light blinked green. Inside, the curtains were drawn. A single lamp cast long shadows across the bedspread, its synthetic fibers unnaturally smooth under his fingertips. His pulse hammered in his throat. The instructions had been clear: Strip. Blindfold. Kneel. Wait. Simple, except for the way his hands shook as he unbuckled his belt. The leather hissed through the loops. He folded his clothes, a pointless gesture, but the ritual calmed him. The blindfold was on the floor, black silk with an adjustable strap. It smelled faintly of cedar. He inhaled, exhaled, then pulled it over his eyes. The darkness was immediate, total. "Sir," he said, then cleared his throat. "I'm ready." Silence. Then soft footsteps. Not dress shoes. Sneakers, maybe. Dan held himself perfectly still. A scent that was vaguely familiar, something citrusy. Grapefruit, or bergamot. Fingers brushed his collarbone. Dan jerked, then forced himself to relax. The touch trailed lower, pausing over his sternum. A thumb pressed into the hollow of his throat. "Good," said a voice. Young, but not as young as he'd expected. Husky. "You follow directions." Dan's mouth went dry. He nodded. The voice sounded vaguely familiar, but he thought it must be his nerves and dismissed the thought. The thumb pressed harder. "Use your words." "Yes," Dan managed. "Sir." “Crawl forward until I tell you to stop.” The hand withdrew. He began crawling. His soft, hung cock swung between his legs. “Stop. Turn to your right, but extend your arm out until you feel the bed, then keep your hand on the bed.” Dan followed the instructions. "Now," said the voice, closer now, warm breath ghosting over Dan's ear. "Let's see if you can keep that up, but first, open your mouth." The young man gave him a pill to take and offered him some cold Gatorade. “Relax.” Dan took a few seconds to calm himself. This had already gone beyond the level of kink he had experienced before. “Are you ready?” the young man asked. Dan nodded. Dan felt the first slap before he heard it, a sharp crack against his left cheek, the sting radiating outward in slow waves. His hips jerked forward involuntarily, knees grinding into the carpet fibers. The pain was bright, almost electric, and beneath it, something hotter uncoiled in his gut. Fingers tangled in his hair, yanking his head back. The blindfold shifted slightly, pressing tighter against the bridge of his nose. A thumb dragged across his lower lip—dry at first, then wet with spit. Dan opened his mouth on instinct, and the thumb pushed in, pressing down on his tongue. The taste of salt, faintly metallic. "Hands behind your back," the voice commanded. Dan obeyed, wrists brushing the small of his back. The click of metal—handcuffs, probably—preceded the cold bite of steel around his flesh. They ratcheted tighter than necessary, the edges pinching. A knee nudged his thighs apart. Dan spread them wider, the carpet now rough against his inner skin. The air against his exposed flesh was cool, but the room itself felt thicker, heavier—like the walls were leaning in. The first touch to his cock was almost casual—a single fingertip tracing the vein underneath. Dan hissed, his hips twitching upward. The hand retreated immediately. "No," the voice chided. A sharp flick to his nipple this time, the pain lancing downward. "You don't move unless I say." Dan clenched his teeth. Sweat beaded along his spine. The scent of the other man—bergamot, definitely bergamot—mixed with the smell of the sweat of his own arousal. A palm flattened against his chest, pushing until his shoulders met the bedframe. The edge dug into his scapula. "Count," the voice said. The next slap landed harder, the sound echoing off the hotel walls. "One," Dan gasped. The third strike came lower, across his ribs. "Two." By six, his skin burned, every nerve alight. By eight, his cock was leaking against his stomach. The ninth never came—instead, fingers wrapped around his throat, squeezing just shy of too tight. "Look at you," the voice murmured, almost admiringly. "So eager." Dan's breath hitched. The pressure eased, then returned, a rhythm now, each release timed to the pounding of his pulse. "Sir," he choked out. The grip tightened. "Beg." Dan's throat worked against the pressure. The word scraped out: "Please." "Louder." The fingers loosened just enough for him to draw a ragged breath. "Please, sir." His voice cracked. The blindfold was damp now, sweat or tears, he couldn't tell. The citrus scent intensified as the man leaned in, lips brushing the shell of Dan's ear. "Good boy." The praise burned hotter than the slaps. Dan shuddered, the handcuffs biting deeper as his muscles tensed. A knee slid between his thighs, nudging them wider still. The carpet fibers scratched his inner thighs, the discomfort sharpening every sensation. Fingers traced the crease where his leg met his groin, slow, teasing, stopping just short of where he ached. Then he felt teeth. Sharp against his nipple. Dan arched off the floor with a choked noise. The bite turned to suction, the pain bleeding into pleasure. The man's free hand wrapped around Dan's cock, squeezing just once, dry, rough, perfect. Precum smeared across his stomach. "Look at that," the voice murmured. A thumb swiped through the wetness, then pressed against Dan's lips. He tasted himself, salt and musk. The hand on his throat vanished, replaced by a palm flattening against his chest. "Someone is liking this." "Stay." The command vibrated through him. Footsteps retreated. "Sir, I—" Dan started to feel dizzy and his body warming up, an unusual rush, an urge rising from his stomach that he wasn’t quite sure was going on. Dan's protest died as the first slap cracked across his ass. The sting radiated outward, settling into a dull throb that pulsed in time with his heartbeat. "Did I say you could speak?" The voice was closer now, right behind him. Dan swallowed hard, shaking his head. The blindfold slipped slightly, letting in a sliver of light—just enough to make out the vague outline of a dresser, the edge of the bed. A hand grabbed his hair, forcing his head back. "Answer properly." "No, sir." "Good." The hand released him, leaving behind a tingling scalp. Fingers traced the curve of his spine, stopping just above the swell of his ass. Dan held his breath. "Relax." The touch disappeared. Then— The unmistakable sound of a belt buckle coming undone. Dan's pulse jumped. The anticipation coiled tighter in his gut. His hands were uncuffed, then he heard, "Hands on the bed. Don't move." Dan obeyed. The first strike came without warning—leather biting into flesh. Dan gasped, fingers curling into the sheets. "One," he choked out. "Very good. A quick learner." The second landed lower, harder. "Two." By five, his skin burned. By seven, his thighs trembled. The eighth never came. Instead, fingers hooked under the blindfold, pulling it off in one sharp motion. Light flooded his vision. Dan blinked, eyes watering. And then he saw him through the hotel bed headboard mirror. Tall, broad-shouldered, dressed in nothing but a black jockstrap and a smirk. Recognition hit like a gut punch. "Jason?" The smirk widened. "Hey, Coach." Dan's stomach dropped. Jason Mercer, star linebacker, class of '16. The kid he'd mentored, the one he'd driven home after practice when his dad was too drunk to pick him up. The kid who wasn't a kid anymore. Jason's thumb brushed Dan's lower lip. "Surprise." Dan opened his mouth, to protest, to ask, but Jason pushed two fingers inside instead, pressing down on his tongue. "Uh-uh." Jason leaned in, close enough for Dan to smell the spearmint gum on his breath. "No talking." Dan swallowed around the intrusion, tasting salt and leather. Jason pulled his fingers free, dragging them down Dan's chin. "Now, where were we?" His palm landed on Dan's ass, right where the belt had marked him. Dan hissed. Jason chuckled. "That's more like it." The belt slipped between Dan's parted thighs, the leather still warm from its earlier use. Jason dragged it upward slowly, letting the rough underside scrape against his balls before pulling it taut against his perineum, just shy of painful. Dan's breath hitched. His cock twitched, already half-hard again despite the earlier slaps. Then pressure, Jason leaning in, his erection grinding against Dan's lower back. Heat radiated through the fabric. Dan's mouth watered. He remembered those thighs from the weight room, how Jason would smirk while repping twice what anyone else could. "Eyes on me." Jason's fingers curled into Dan's hair again, forcing his head back at an awkward angle. The new position made his throat work as Jason traced his Adam's apple with the tip of the belt. "You used to yell at me for slouching during drills. Look at you now." Dan's pulse hammered against the leather. He couldn't speak, could barely think, with Jason's free hand roaming his chest, tweaking a nipple, pinching just hard enough to make his hips jerk forward. The belt tightened. Jason hummed. "Still responsive. Good." He released the pressure abruptly, letting the belt fall to the floor with a muffled thud. "Open." The command registered a second before Jason's cock pressed against his lips, thick as a beer can, already leaking, the musk of it flooding Dan's senses. He opened obediently, letting the head push past his teeth. The taste bloomed bitter-salt across his tongue. Jason didn't give him time to adjust. One hand still fisted in his hair, the other guiding his hips, Jason began fucking his mouth in slow, deliberate strokes. Dan could hardly open his mouth any wider, and gagged on the third thrust, tears pricking his eyes as the tip hit the back of his throat. Despite the discomfort, Dan wanted it. The rush he felt in his chest felt satisfying by sucking on Jason’s hard cock. His cock hardened and twitched on its own by the thought of it. Jason paused, letting him catch his breath, then pushed deeper. "Relax your jaw," he murmured, his thumb brushing Dan's cheek where it stretched around his girth. "Yeah. Just like that." Saliva dripped down Dan's chin. His hand gripped the bedsheet tighter as Jason set a relentless pace, the slap of skin against skin obscene in the quiet room. The stretch burned, but beneath it—God, beneath it—the ache of submission coiled tighter with every thrust. Jason's grip tightened. "Look at me." Dan forced his eyes open. Jason's pupils were blown, his lower lip caught between his teeth. The sight sent a fresh wave of heat through Dan's gut. "Remember," Jason panted, his hips stuttering, "when you made me run suicides for mouthing off?" He bottomed out, groaning as Dan's throat fluttered around him. "Bet you regret that now." Dan's nostrils flared—oxygen deprivation, humiliation, arousal all twisting together. His cock leaked against the bedsheets, untouched. Jason's fingers flexed in his hair, pulling just shy of painful as he withdrew completely. The sudden absence left Dan gasping, spit-slick lips parted. Jason tapped his cheek with two fingers. "Turn over. Ass up." Dan rolled onto his back. Jason's knee pinned his thigh before he could complete the motion. "Try again," Jason murmured, his thumb tracing the hollow of Dan's hipbone. "Slow." Dan obeyed, the stretch in his muscles obscenely intimate as he presented himself. The air conditioner kicked on, chilling the sweat along his spine. Jason's exhale on Dan’s hole before his tongue swiped upward, broad, wet, deliberate. Dan jerked, his elbows buckling. Jason chuckled against his skin. "Still ticklish." He spread Dan wider, his thumbs digging into firm flesh, and licked a slow circle around his rim. The drag of his tongue was filthy, unhurried, the kind of teasing that had Dan pushing back shamelessly. Jason rewarded him with a firmer press, the tip of his tongue breaching just enough to make Dan's toes curl. "Taste yourself," Jason ordered, rising to smear his spit-slick chin against Dan's mouth. The musk of his own arousal flooded Dan's senses—salt, sweat, something deeper. Jason's fingers replaced his tongue, circling lazily. "Next time," he breathed, "I won't be so gentle." His fingertip breached Dan on the word "gentle," the stretch burning gloriously. Dan arched, the headboard rattling as Jason crooned, "There you go, Coach. Take it." The room was spinning for Dan. Between the burn and the forceful stretch of Jason’s finger, he moaned uncontrollably and wanted more. Jason's other hand held Dan down while that finger worked deeper, twisting just shy of cruel. Dan turned to the side, buried his face into the bed, his breath hitching as Jason scissored him open, too fast, not enough, then added a second finger alongside the first. The stretch burned white, hot, his rim fluttering around the intrusion. Jason's breath hitched. "Fuck. Still tight." Dan's cock dripped onto his stomach, untouched. He could feel Jason's gaze tracing the mess he'd made, the silent judgment making his ears burn hotter than the stretch. Jason twisted his wrist, dragging his fingertips along Dan's walls until he gasped—then pulled out entirely. The sudden emptiness left Dan panting. The bed dipped. Jason's knees bracketed his thighs. "Tell me what you want." Dan's tongue felt too thick. "You. Inside." Jason's chuckle vibrated through him. "Yeah?" The first press of his cockhead against Dan's hole stole his breath. Jason leaned over him, chest to back, and nipped his earlobe. "Beg properly." Dan shuddered. "Please. Fuck me, Jason." “You sure you can take my thick cock?” “Yes. Jason. Please.” Jason slapped Dan across the face. At that moment he could tell how high Dan was. He almost forgot that he had given Dan a good dose of G and a capsule packed full of tina. “Who is Jason?” “Yes. Sir, Please,” Dan said. Jason sheathed himself in one brutal thrust. Dan's vision whited out. The stretch bordered on pain, his body struggling to accommodate Jason's thickness. Jason's dick wasn’t even halfway in. Jason applied a generous amount of lube to his dick again and sprayed maximum impact on a rag, then shoved it in Dan’s mouth. “Inhale deep and hold it.” Dan did as instructed. For the next 30 seconds or so he was completely disoriented. His mind went blank, as if his soul left his body. When he finally slowly regained consciousness, he was surprised to find Jason pounding his ass. Dan could feel his hips slammed against Jason. He had no clue how he managed to take the rest of Jason’s thick, hard, throbbing cock. "Jesus. You feel—” His voice broke. Jason rolled his hips experimentally, pulling a moan from Dan's throat. "Look at you," Jason murmured, dragging Dan upright by the hair. The new angle made his cock brush something deep, wrenching a punched-out noise from his lungs. Jason's hand wrapped around his throat, thumb pressing his pulse point. "All those years telling me to sit straight," he growled, punctuating each word with a thrust, "and now you're taking my cock like this." Dan's stomach clenched. The slap of skin filled the room, obscenely wet where Jason's balls hit his taint. Jason's free hand palmed Dan's leaking cock, stroking in time with his thrusts—too rough, too perfect. "Gonna come inside you," Jason panted, teeth scraping Dan's shoulder. "Just like you taught me—finish what I started." Jason's cock pulsed in Dan. The first pulse hit without ceremony. Jason groaned, hips stuttering as he buried himself to the hilt, his release flooding Dan’s guts in hot, thick waves. Dan felt it—the way Jason’s cock twitched inside him, the way his own body clenched instinctively around it, milking him dry. But Jason didn’t pull out. He stayed, panting against Dan’s shoulder, his grip tightening as his breathing evened out. Then he moved again. Dan barely had time to gasp before Jason was on him again—no warning, no easing back in—just the brutal slide of thick, familiar heat splitting him open all over again. The sudden fullness punched the air from his lungs, his body still loose and trembling from the first round. Jason didn’t give him a second to adjust, slamming home with a force that rocked the bedframe against the wall. "Fuck—thought I was done with you?" Jason’s voice was raw, his hands vise-like on Dan’s hips as he drove into him, each thrust landing with a wet smack. Dan’s vision blurred at the edges, his cock twitching uselessly against his stomach, oversensitive but still hard. The stretch burned differently now—deeper, like Jason was carving a space inside him that wouldn’t close. The second load came harder, Jason’s teeth sinking into Dan’s shoulder as he came with a ragged curse. This time, Dan felt the spillover—warmth trickling down his thigh, the sheets sticking to his skin. Jason didn’t stop. Didn’t even pause. Just kept driving into him, his breath hot against Dan’s neck, his voice rough with something like awe. "One more." Dan’s protest died in a choked whine. Jason fucked him through the mess, his thrusts turning slick and filthy, the sound obscene in the quiet room. "You take it so good," Jason muttered, almost to himself, as his pace picked up. Dan could only nod, his throat too ruined to speak, his body pliant under Jason’s hands. Jason emptied himself a third time, his groan muffled against Dan’s spine. The room smelled like sex and sweat, the air thick with it. Dan’s legs shook, his hole clenching around nothing as Jason finally pulled out, leaving him wet and wrecked. Dan obeyed, the salt-bitter taste flooding his tongue as Jason watched, pupils blown. He barely registered the bed shifting until Jason’s weight settled between his legs again—the head of his cock already nudging at Dan’s spent hole. "No—” Dan’s voice cracked. Jason didn’t hesitate. He sheathed himself in one smooth thrust, bottoming out with a groan as Dan’s body yielded impossibly again. "Fuck. Still so tight." His hands pinned Dan’s wrists, his hips pistoning with renewed hunger. The overstimulation was electric—Dan arched, his cock twitching dryly as Jason’s thrusts grew erratic, his breath hot against Dan’s throat. A load shot out of Dan’s untouched dick and some of his cum got on Jason’s face. Jason licked what he could reach with his tongue. Jason growled, his hips grinding as he emptied himself in Dan once more. Dan felt the cum leaking out around the stretch of him. Both of them were exhausted. Dan could not believe his ex-player dom had unloaded in him 4 times in a row. Without being told, Dan said, “Thank you for your load, sir.” It made Jason chuckle, and he said, “Get out of here.” Dan got dressed and left the room. Somewhere beneath the exhaustion, beneath the ache, something unfamiliar hummed—not regret, not exactly. Want. Raw and gnawing. During his Uber ride back to his hotel, he reached for his phone, fingers trembling. The app was still open. He tapped on Jason’s profile and typed, “When can I serve you again, sir?” The reply came before he could second-guess it: “Tomorrow. Same place. Don't be late.” Dan exhaled. His skin throbbed in time with his pulse. He traced a fingertip over the freshest bruise, darkening already, purpling at the edges. The pain was sweet. The anticipation, sweeter.

01/18/2026 Went to Chicago Steamworks and found a cute bottom on the fuck bench next to the sling room. I apparently was the first guy in him and was afraid he wouldn't be able to take my pierced cock, but manage to force it in him. Drew a group and swapped out with other tops as we used this boys hole. I'd return during my visit to eat his delicious hole and fuck him some more. I ended up in the sling room where a guy fisted my hole and fucked my loose hole till I had to cum. Left Steamworks to get some pizza, and then ended up at Cell Block while I waited for a friend to get to boystown. A cute guy sits down next to me in the back dark room as we watch his husband get molested by 2 other guys. The guy and I chit chat and eventually he asks to make out with me and remakes at how cute I am. We kiss and we rub our cocks together as our tongues swap between our mouths. He tells me he really wants to put a load in me which was all I needed to hear. We move to the nook as I place my hands against the wall presenting my hole for him. His cock rubs on my hole and begins to push inside me as i lean forward to take it all in me. I look back to see a few guys drinking and watching the show. I wasnt sure if I was bred as my tops cock began going limp and slides out of me, but as we relax and are chatting with each other I feel a drizzle of his load go down the back of my leg. His load was huge and my hole wasn't able to keep it all inside. I had to leave and meet my friend at North End, but I was very satisfied with my sunday fun.

I'll agree that it definitely creates a bond that can't be explained. It brought me and my brother much closer together.

My preference is having the bottom bent over, taking loads, one after another after another, and I just squat down, feast on his hole, stand up and start rutting. Speaking isn't necessary, but if he does some drrrty talk, I'll respond in kind.

He told me how he learned about getting HIV and was scared and angry. He got on meds and didn't care for the side effects. He learned to live with HIV by just taking care of his general health and found a new community including a community of people who wanted to only or at least primarily play with HIV positive people and tops were even in more demand. During our talk my cock stayed rock hard and leaking. The porn was still playing and the moaning and slapping of the fucking kept emanating from the gay porn on the TV. "You mean some guys just want to have sex with HIV positive guys? Do they wear condoms?", I asked with a shocking face "No, they don't. In fact you will find a lot of HIV tops don't fuck with condoms. I don't. ", Rick responded confidently "Really? So you just give others HIV?", I asked "Well yes and no. I fuck guys bare only. It's more natural and intimate. I can feel the bottoms pussy. Second, it's difficult to stay hard with a condom on. Do you fuck your gf with a condom? What about hook up with other women in the past?", he said debating me "You are right it feels way better and I had issues too staying hard after a while and even cumming sometimes", I said agreeing with Rick Rick wanted us to take another shot and drink beer before we continued our conversation. I was still buzzing but partook in the shot and beer. My head was now light and buzzing. My body relaxed, except for my cock which was still rock hard. "Second, once I start fucking a bottom, I cum in them. Always. I don't pull out." Rick said in a matter of fact way. "And most of the guys want to have sex with me knowing I have HIV", Rick said smiling and stroking his rock hard cock. I stared at his huge cock and when he saw I turned away to the TV. The bottom was moaning so much and writhing under the top. "I can see your cock is hard and you are leaking so much.", Rick said "Why don't you take your cock out and stroke it. It is looking for some attention. Go on its only us dudes" Rick said I pulled down my briefs and started stroking my cock. Precum was dripping down my cock. Our eyes locked and he stared at my cock too. "Ans some guys seek me out to get fucked by me and take my POZ load in their ass", Rick said stroking "Are you for real? They want to have you cum in their ass with your POZ cum? Why? Doesn't that mean they will get AIDS and shorten their life?", I said "It means that they may get HIV which can lead to AIDS. Having HIV doesn't mean you will get AIDS. HIV doesn't take as easy as you think. There are some bottoms who have taken multiple loads and still never got HIV." Rick said as a matter of fact He went on, "And for some men want to be free. They want to take POZ cum and not worry about HIV. They want to listen to their body's desires. Some even chase it" he said "Chase HIV" I asked "Yes they want to get infected so they can get past worrying about it and fuck freely and have sex with anyone they want and not worry", he said "Many like me didn't chase it but we get it eventually and then live with it and embrace it. I got it before PrEP. I've also seen some that once they get it, then they chase it. ", Rick said "Both of those sounds weird and don't make sense, especially the last one. Why chase it after you get it?", I said in scoffing way "I don't know. I only know that I have seen bottoms that once they get POZ cum in them crave it. It's something interesting and special to see. It's like their body needs it and they become addicted to it." Rick said stroking his cock I didn't realize I was still slowly massaging and rubbing my cock too. Precum was leaking over it and my hand was slick now. "Like look at the bottom on the screen. The top porn star is publicly known to have HIV and they are fucking bareback. The bottom actor knows for sure but look how he is enjoying it.", Rick said I looked and watched the video. The bottom looked so ecstatic and full of pleasure. My cock was throbbing right now. On screen the bottom started to beg the top to cum in him. I was stunned and aroused. "Do you jack off a lot", Rick asked "Once a week maybe two", I replied "I would think you wouldn't need to with your gf", Rick said I paused and thought about it and wanted to be honest. The alcohol made me more relaxed and less defensive. "Yeah but a guy needs his one needs sometimes. Pussy is good but only a guy knows how to handle cock. I have been less interested in having sex with her lately. It doesn't arouse me anymore. Even have a difficult time staying hard.", I said "I couldn't agree more. Our bodies are different and we have different pleasure points and now what our cock and bodies need.", Rick said smiling. "Looks like you don't have a problem staying hard now" Rick said smiling and stroking his huge meat.

(continued) As I continued to feast on the young wrestler cock the pounding on my hole began to echo in the dungeon as the balls of the blonde man slapped against my ass. Grabbing my hips he shoveled deep into my hole, driving his cock to the base and then moving it right and left. I looked to the left and noticed my stud uncle now moving behind me. I continued to work the wrestler cock and he now moved behind the blonde who was fucking me. All of a sudden, the blonde man was leaning on my back and he heard him groan. My uncle began to fuck the blonde’s ass, as he did, the blonde began to play with my nipples as my uncle worked his hole, all the while his cock was lodging deep in my hole. Looking to the left, in the mirror I could see all that daisy chain action. So could the cameras! We all needed a break. Little by little the action stopped and we headed back upstairs for a break – everyone erect. As we walked up the stairs, it was clear the wrestler was with his own kind. He was the young alpha male fuck stud. He knew what he was doing, and he was good at it. He was able to meet every thrust of the older men and give it back. We entered the living room for some more whiskey. Not much talking, just drinking and leering. No one had cum, everyone was still erect, so back to the dungeon for round two. As we reentered the dungeon, the blonde man slid into the sling with the black bodybuilder positioning himself at the base of his hole. My uncle moved to the blonde’s mouth and positioned his cock ready for sucking. With what appeared to be little resistance, the black bodybuilder’s cock entered the blonde and the fucking began. The dark haired man moved to the fuck bench face down, and the wrester spit on his cock and entered the man with force. Grabbing the dark haired man’s hips, he began to demonstrate his prowess with his cock. I moved to the head of the fuck bench and grabbed his head so he could chow down on my cock. I looked over and gave a thumbs up to my uncle as we both were getting blown. It didn’t take long for my uncle to take the position behind the bodybuilder, push his forward, and begin to fuck him in another daisy chain. I could hear the wrestler getting close, looked up and watched as he thrust forward delivering his load into the dark haired man. I quickly moved in to lick up what remained of his load on his cock. His tight body, a sight to behold. I stood and shoved my cock into the dark haired man, feeling the warmed of his hole, my cock now covered with the wrestler cum in the hole. I exploded, depositing another load into his hole. He stood and began to jerk himself off, dropping his load on the fuck bench. Not wanting to waste it, I reached over and licked it up. Shortly after, the uncle forcefully loaded the bodybuilder and pulled out. The bodybuilder groaned as he delivered a load into the blonde. The blonde, still erect, slid out of the sling, approached me, turned me around and went to work on my ass until he exploded inside and pulled out exhausted. I could feel the cum dripping down my leg. The smell of sex and poppers in the dungeon was intoxicating. I leaned against the mirrored wall to take in the sights. Our initiation into the group was CUMplete. What was next?

Continued: Entering the dungeon the lights were dim, with the sling and fuck bench reflected on the wall of mirrors. Steve entered first, swaggering his young muscle wrestler body right to left with a cockiness which screamed that he was ready to be an equal fuck with the men. His small hips, broad shoulders, bulging biceps from time spent in the gym since his freshman year, testified that he had the stamina to drill and get drilled. All that teasing in the restaurant kitchen was proving that he was no joke. The tight cloths, sneering grin meant to convey a truth that this was a young fuck stud who knew what he was doing. I followed him through the door, my eyes locked on his perfect ass but looking left to right, the drawings on the mirrored walls of leather muscle men with huge cocks. The smell of leather and cum was intoxicating. Mere steps behind me were the three men and my uncle ushering us down the path to perdition. I heard the blond whisper to the black bodybuilder, “I have a need to breed.” He responded, “we all do.” I turned and looked in the right corner and saw that a red light was on under the camera which was mounted in the upper corner of the wall. Turning my head, I noticed that the opposite wall also had a camera with the light on. As we all entered the room the smell of my uncles cigar was muffled by the scent of a newly opened bottle of poppers. Looking around I saw the blond put his hand forward to offer me a hit. I placed the bottle up to my nostril and huffed hard, sure that my hole was going to need to remain loose. I turned to the young wrestler and he grabbed the bottle from my hand and huffed deeply in both nostrils. We were primed to go. My uncle ordered me into the sling and the wrestler onto the fuck bench, face up. The same enormous black cock which had worked to hole of the wrestler while I slurped his cock, was now poised to ruin my hole as the massive man secured my legs in the straps. I could see out of my blurry eyes the dark haired man at the head of the fuck bench and the blond positioning himself to enter the now sloppy hole of the wrestler. The bodybuilder slowly let spit drip from his mouth and cover his cock. With a little saliva on his hand he reached down to lube my hole. As he began to enter my hungry cavern, my uncle grabbed my head, turned it to the left, and fed me his hard, long cock. Just when I was ready to scream from the pain of the huge black cock entering my hole, my uncle forced my head down to the base of his cock and it engulfed my throat. The two of them began to both holes causing the chains of the sling to rattle. The slapping of the bodybuilders balls again my ass was mirrored by my gagging on my uncle’s cock. From experience I knew he would not cum until he was good and ready. I needed to settle in for a rough workout. As the destruction of my hole progressed, my uncles pulled his cock from my greedy mouth and moved over to tap out the blond working the muscle boy’s hole. I heard a pop as the blonde’s cock exited the wrestler’s hole and watched as my uncle firmly grabbed the wrestler’s hips to move his hole into position. Without a cock in my hole or mouth, I slipped out of the sling to grab some whiskey which was conveniently place below the camera on the wall. I took a large swig and then leaned back against the wall to enjoy the sight of the men working the wrestler. I gazed as the young wrestler was getting into the fuckfest, showing his pig ability. He was meeting every thrust from my uncle and the dark haired man with an equal force. He was the stud he always portrayed. His glistening sweaty body, light hairy treasure trail leading down to his erect tan cock, beckoned my mouth. As the wrestler’s hole was being worked by my uncle, and his throat filled by the dark haired man, I leaned over to begin sucking his cock. I could taste salty flavor of his pre-cum. The poppers and whiskey had me going as my uncle’s hand now forced my head down to the base of the wrestler. As I was massaging his tasty rod with my tongue I felt a cock begin to pressure my hole. It was the blond man. I spread my legs and he began to work his cock into my hole.

When I lay pipe, I make sure my cock is going in as deep as I can and coming out as far as I can without sliding out. What that usually creates are nice long, fast and deep strokes that get my cock primed for injecting my seed. I prefer to breed missionary because a bottom's cunt is usually angled just right that my cock slides across his guts and g spot. When I'm ready I put my head down and use my full force with my hips, going fast and hard and deep, usually the bottom is locked in place with y body weight and can't move or squirm (which is what I want) Then I feel it build from my balls to my taint to the head of my cock. Roar. Slam my cock in deep and spray that cunt with my seed. I stay deep and make sure every rope covers that bottom's cervix. Then pull out and make them clean my cock

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It's been kind of slow at Steam recently, so I decided to go to the bears and cubs event at Hawks. It was every bit as slow as Steam, but I did manage to breed 2 bears and came home full of 2 different bears deposited some honey in up my ass. I think I'm up to 15 loads given and 10 loads taken this year which isn't bad, but am really craving a dog pile free for all type orgy. Hopefully I will get to Palm Springs or some other gay fuck mecca in February.

I can relate to that! There are times a guy that I though was hot or a nice dick turns me off the moment he opens his mouth and starts talking and I can't get away fast enough

Went to Steamworks Chicago last night. Have been wanting to wear my blindfold and get in the sling so I took the opportunity. Waited probably 10 minutes listening to the ambient sounds of the bathhouse, then I felt a hand touch my thigh. I reached down to feel his cock, an older guy with a belly and a thick maybe 5 inch cock. I spread my cheeks for him as his lubes his cock with his spit and pushes his thick cock had inside me. He's not alone as while he fucks me hes leaning over me making out with another guy. He's getting me ready for his friend. Soon I realize why as they swap places and his friends slides his 8 inch thick cock into my guts. He felt so good, and I had reached a point where I was edging myself through every thrust he made into me. I got the since that he cummed but he didnt make much of a sound, more paused and slight thrusts before his friend the first guy returned his cock back into my hole. Now this guy is fucking me harder and more intent on breeding me, the chains of the sling rattling, and my moans echoing in the room. I do the best I cant to work my ass on his cock, and then it happened, I felt his throbbing cock unload into me. My cock was aching to release and these guys weren't done till I cummed. The second guy with the 8 inch cock was still hard and swaps back again. My hole well lubed with cum and stretched accepted his cock as it glided in and out, hitting my prostate. I could feel my orgasm building and gave my warning I was about to cum. The man begins to fuck even harder as he feels my pussy clench down on him. It was too much and I yell im cumming, as I shoot strand after strand of my cum into the 1st guys mouth and into both their hands. The 1st guy continues to rub my tender cock making me writh with intense pleasure, I had to finally ask for a break before hopping out of the sling. Being blindfolded and used by 2 guys without seeing them was such a wonderful experience. Sorry for the long story 😅

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His manipulation of my perineum and his hand sliding over my hole sent me into overdrive, and I could feel his fingernail scrape almost tease my hole. "Ohh Daddy I can't hold off much longer" I said. My body was starting to thrash as i was trying not to cum. "No not yet" he said sternly "Daddy please let me cum I begged. Please babe please , oh Daddy please", I begged "No. Hold", he said What felt like minutes went buy. "Keep jacking off don't stop" , he said I started to slow down as i was so close "Hold" he commanded I was going to scream soon, it was too much. Calmly he leaned back down to my ear and said, "Come now for me boy. Shoot your huge load of cum for your Daddy." My brain paused and thought that was strange choice of words but I was so pent up and didn't care, I just thought I was glad he let me cum. As if the command came from on high, my body instantly reacted and I shot. At first it was small spray that went all over then it hit, spurt after spurt in streams shot high reaching my face. Rick leaned down and took one of the spurts in his mouth. He kept playing with my nipples, pulling them, teasing them, twisting them causing pleasure and light pain. I kept pumping my cock and playing with that knot under my balls. It was the most intense orgasm I have ever had. I shot cum all over my face, chest and stomach. I think it was 8 or more spurts. I slowed down on stroking my cock and stopped rubbing my perineum. More cum just oozed from my cock. I was covered in my cum. It took me a while to calm down.

You have a lot of fans on here @Naive. Hopefully that will give you the motivation to finish this excellent story

MM novels are typically gay romance novels largely written by women (of course there are male writers), and are generally marketed to women. Some guys like myself read them quite regularly, but I'm generally in the minority in those groups. I am, unfortunately plagued with the misfortune of loving reading romance and sluttiness (hence in BZ). Just take note that mm novels are quite particular about condom use - if you want condoms definitely excluded, then you will need to look at genres that will exclude them - primarily Regency, period, sci fic, fantasy, omega verse - omega verse is a particular favourite of mine with lots of breeding kink, heats/ruts (which you know... Reads almost like they're both /cough completely off their face) If you want an mm writer that is a bit more leaning into erotica (though still romance), I recommend Roe Horvat One of the oddities you'll find with mm romance novels are that there are a lot of gyf (gay for you) troupes - i.e. the straight guy is only gay for that over person. It was a lot worse maybe about 5-10 years ago where almost every other novel had that troupe. I don't think it is as prevalent now though it seemed to move to "bi-awakening".

Hooked up last night with a 24yr swimme that had a beautiful 10" thick as wrist, don't know how he keeps it in a Speedo but that's something else lol He had an amazing stamina, started slow a passionate with a lot of kissing when till he asked permission to breed my hole. Such a gentleman 😉 I just pulled his ass cheeks closer and made sure it went in as deep as possible. when we chatted he mentioned he has to get up early so I assumed he was gonna leave right after but no, he stayed all night and dumped 6 more loads. sometimes he fucked me rough and wild calling me a cumdump faggot (which I am) some were gentle with a lot of passionate touch and intimacy. it was so much fun and we exchanged info before he left my hotel the next morning (after we showered together and he dumped one last load) unfortunately, this'll be my last load till I meet my partner again, he ordered me to stop taking loads since he wants me extra horny when we finally meet after 3 weeks, since my cock is still locked since we last met I am going to be climbing up the walls till he arrives (sometime in the next couple of days 😬, he's being mysterious)

New Beginning Part 4 Once the shock wore off that Alex was in town and on his way, I tossed the phone onto the bed and, just to be safe, rushed into the bathroom for one final cleanup. Grabbing the shower shot, I slipped it in. That’s when it hit me, the app! What the hell was he doing on that one?! I was so fucking surprised to see him, that I’d forgotten which one I was on when I messaged him. I quickly emptied out, showered, and grabbed a towel. After that, I lubed my cunt, something Jack had trained me to do, and double-checked my phone to see that I hadn’t missed anything. I was right, it was the one with my cuntboy profile with the pics of me hooded and collared in a jockstrap. That’s when I saw another text from Alex. ‘Fuck, cuntboy, I wish I had known back then. That’s a good look on you.’ I froze for a second, letting it all sink in, hesitating while I tried to wrap my head around it. Part of me was nervous, he’d seen my pics, and there was no backing out now. Ready or not, my two worlds were finally going to meet. “Fuck it,” I told myself, grabbing the used jockstrap I’d been getting ready for my next session with Jack. I sniffed the leftovers of sweat, piss, and crusted cum and slipped it on. Smiling, I grabbed my collar and fastened it around my neck. Fuck, it felt good having it around my neck again. The only time I wore it was with Jack, and it’d been a while, but shit, it felt right. I checked myself out in the mirror, trying to picture the guy I was the last time I saw him. Yeah, I wasn’t that guy anymore. I stood there, seeing the payoff from hitting the gym. Running my hands over my buzz cut, I laughed, at least that was the same. I could smell my pits, and inhaled. “Fucking perfect,” I sighed, glad I hadn’t washed them and just cleaned out. Grabbing my pecs, I started rubbing and flicking at my tits, moaning as I worked them. I had Jack to thank for that. He’d worked on them, getting me used to the torture until they were thickened up and permanently erect. They weren’t huge like Leo’s were, but nothing could hide them. I’d always catch guys looking at them poking out during work functions which made for some good times afterwards. I’ve sealed some good deals that way. All this was getting my cock hard and had to get ready for Alex. “All or nothing, cuntboy,” I growled, slipping on a pair of wrist and ankle restraints. Walking into the living room, I turned on some music and mindlessly started straightening up the place. The condo was my pride and joy. I had worked hard to get to where I was and be able to afford a place like this. On warm nights, I’d kick back on the deck, gazing at the city lights and reflecting on how far I’d come. I kept on wandering around until my phone went off, snapping me back to reality. “Hey,” I answered, trying to play it cool. “Hey, fucker. Gonna let me in?” "Depends, how badly do you want it?" I teased. “You know, fucker. C’mon,” he moaned. I buzzed him up and waited for the doorbell. Opening the door, I stepped to the side just in case a neighbor passed by and caught myself holding my breath as Alex walked in. Turning around, he stood there in a black hoodie and jeans highlighting his bulge. I smiled down at it, remembering the looks he’d get when we were out together when I’d get him going. He was always popping one. My eyes slowly wandered up his body as I took him in. Fuck, he had filled out in the muscle department and easily had 20 pounds on me now. I closed the door and stood in front of him, waiting for his reaction. “Shit, Luke, fucking even better than your pic,” he smiled, flipping the hood down. On top of everything, he had grown out his hair into loose curls, giving him a whole new look. “Uh, yeah,” I smiled, “I figured, you know, the pics. Might as well just put it out there for you.” “Yep, and you did,” he grinned, checking me out, "Still the same swimmers build, but way more muscle.” “And you, you’re fucking huge!” I laughed, pulling him into a big hug. “Gotta burn off that excess energy,” he chuckled, moving his hands over my smooth skin. “You still shave.” “Yeah, old habits,” I smiled, holding him tight and feeling him getting harder, glad to know I still had that effect on him. “MMMmm, always liked the way it felt,” he moaned, playfully slapping my ass. “Good boy.” “Boy?” I grinned, knowing what he meant. “Yep... boy” he smiled, showing his dimples, before grabbing my tits and feeling them. “Shit.” Nodding, I held his hands and smiled, “Uh, huh.” He leaned down to my tit, lightly teasing it with his tongue. “Aw, fuck,” I moaned, feeling him nibbling on it. I felt my cock twitch and a slow smile crept over my face. Grabbing his head, I pushed it against my pec, “Harder...” He didn’t need me to say anything else. Releasing him, he kept on my tit, his mouth filling with spit as he bit it. It only made me crave more, pushing him to clamp down. “SHIT YEAH!” I yelled out, getting into the pain. I could feel the pain and was loving it. A few minutes later, he let go. “Damn, boy,” he smiled, kissing my tit and wiped the spit from his mouth. We stood there, looking at each other. Finally, he took a quick look around the place and let out a deep breath. “Yep. You’ve done good. Damn,” he smiled, grabbing onto my collar, and came in for a kiss. The kiss was rough, not like the ones we shared in high school. I didn’t mind. It was obvious we weren’t the same guys anymore. Feeling his hand slide into my ass, I let out a sharp hiss as his finger brushed over my cunt. “Yeah, fucker,” he growled, biting on my neck, “That what you want? You still got a fucking hungry hole on you?” “Shit yeah, please,” I begged, wanting him in me again. “Then drop,” he grunted, letting go of me. Quickly, I obeyed, dropping onto my knees, feeling him take control again like in high school. Only this time, there was way more to it. I watched, not saying a word, as he kicked off his boots and unbuttoned his jeans. “Fuck,” I gasped, watching him unzip the hoodie, revealing a harness wrapped tightly under his pecs and pushing them up. His body was fucking even more perfect than before. He stood there legs apart, the tight denim straining against his muscled thighs and calves. “Like what you see?” he growled, pushing his jeans down to show off the bulging pouch of his jockstrap. “Goddamn, Alex,” I moaned, seeing him geared up like that. “How? When?” “After seeing your pics, I figured it’d be perfect. Remember that guy I told you about? My uncle’s neighbor?” I didn’t say a word but kept listening as he stripped down to just the harness and jockstrap. “You could say, he had an influence on me,” he said, walking up to me. I placed my hands on his pecs, feeling the first bits of hair sprouting and stretching down past his abs into the pouch. “Fuck, Alex,” I moaned, not having seen a speck of hair on him since we first shaved for the swim team. “Yep,” he grinned and posed for me. “I was shaved when he met me and liked it. Kept me that way even after I left the swim team after college. I just started growing it out when I moved here. Didn’t feel a need to keep it up.” “Kept you that way?” I asked, wondering what the situation was. “Fucker, remember me telling you he showed me how good a fat cock feels in my ass? I wasn’t a cuntboy like you, but I was his boy. But right now, I want to feel your cunt wrapped around my cock.” Surprised at hearing that word come out of his mouth, I just looked up at him. “Yeah, cunt. Somehow, it fits you,” he said, staring off for a second before crouching and holding my face in both hands. “Fuck yeah, Alex. Fucking breed my cunt,” I moaned, getting into cuntboy mode. “That’s the plan,” he laughed and let go, “Where’s the bed?” “End of the hall,” I moaned, pushing myself to my feet. “Uh, uh,” he barked, “Down, cuntboy.” Nodding, I dropped and started crawling down the hallway towards the bedroom. “Fuck, I always loved how that cunt of yours winked when you were in heat,” he chuckled, behind me. At the side of the bed, I stopped and watched him climb on. He leaned against the headboard and spread his thick legs. I still couldn’t believe he was right there. Taking a deep breath, I crawled onto the bed and leaned in to kiss him. Without skipping a beat, he wrapped his arms around me, his tongue exploring every inch of my mouth. Easing off, I moved down and licked the beads of sweat on his neck, past his shoulder and went for his pit. I started scraping the musky sweat with my tongue before moving on to his tit. Gripping it with my teeth, I started chewing. “Goddamnit,” he groaned, shoving my face past his abs, stopping just short of his cock, the stretched-out mesh the only thing keeping from it. “Holy shit,” I moaned, soaking in the scent. I could smell the stench of piss and sweat coming from the pouch and started chewing on it, making sure to suck every drop soaking in it. "I figured this was something you'd be into, been wearing it to the gym all week. By the smell coming from yours, I was right,” he grinned, taking in the scent of sweat, piss, and musk filling the air of the room. It felt like a dream, being kitted out and servicing Alex in his gear. My head was spinning, and I gripped the waistband with my teeth and pulled it down, releasing his cock. It was just like I remembered it. Pulling it off, my tongue slowly traveled over his lightly hairy sac. “Fuck, yeah,” he moaned, feeling me sucking his nuts in one at a time and holding them in my warm mouth. Tracing the vein around his shaft, I slid the head past my lips and down my throat, taking in the familiar flavor of his precum. “Goddamn cocksucker,” he moaned, “You’ve been practicing.” He was right. I didn’t need him to do anything. I knew what to do. Breathing through my nose, I started to fuck my face on his cock. He just laid there, watching me. I wanted this so much. Grabbing my head, he pushed me off and moved down to my cunt. His tongue started to lap at it. “Goddamn. Fuck me, please,” I begged, his beard stubble scratching my ass. “That what you need?” he growled, teasing me with his tongue and invading me. “FUCK, YEAH!” He must have eaten me out for 20 minutes, loosing me up. “Tell me what you fucking need, cuntboy!” he ordered, taking a deep breath and blowing it inside me. “Cock,” I moaned, feeling his hot breath filling me, happily being used by him in a whole new way. “Fucker, you need anything before you take it again?” he growled, pushing the head of his cock against my cunt. “In the drawer,” I grunted, knowing what he meant. “Good to see you kept it up,” he said in a low voice, opening the drawer and seeing my stash. “That’ll do... for now.” Taking the pipe, he warmed the bowl and fed me the cloud. Inhaling, I took a lungful and held it. That’s when I felt his cock sliding into me. “Fuuuccck!” I moaned, releasing the thick cloud. “More... clouds.” “Sure thing,” he laughed, taking a hit for himself and pulling me up with just the tip of his cock inside me. With the cloud still in his lungs, he smiled and grabbed my face, our lips almost touching, and released it. I hungrily took it in. “Shit yeah,” he moaned, pressing the stem to my lips, and lit the bowl again. “More. I want you like the first time.” Nodding, I drew in the cloud and held it, remembering how I ended up doing what he said back then. I couldn’t say no to him. This was no different. “Fucker, you look so hot right now filling your lungs with that shit. Look,” he purred in my ear, motioning me to the mirror. It was true. There I was, collared and jockstrapped, being fed clouds as I got ready to take cock. He kept the bowl warm for me until the last of the shards were gone. Tossing the pipe, he grabbed my junk. “Just like the first time,” he growled, feeling my limp cock. “Fucking t-dicked cuntboy.” “Shit yeahhh,” I moaned, totally spun. I couldn't resist and pushed, feeling a sharp pain until his crotch pressed against me. Slowly, he pulled out and then pushed back in. “Fuck my cunt!” I begged him again, raising my hips to take him. As the pain went away, I started to moan, fucking myself on his cock. “Fuck, Luke,” he sighed, taking over the fucking. “I fucking missed this.” Every one of his thrusts was landing deep in me. I bucked, begging him to go deeper. I just kept looking up at him, remembering all the times we had. Every jab took me back in time as he stared down at me, stretching me open until I felt my cunt throbbing. “MUTHERFUCKERRRRR!” I yelled out, cum spilling out of my limp cock and drenching my pouch, something only Jack had managed to do before. I could tell he was getting close. His pounding started to shorten, and I gripped his shaft with my cunt as he slammed into me one last time. “FUCK!” he yelled out, blasting a river of white-hot cum and collapsing on top of me in another one of his spasms. Without thinking, I loosened my grip on his cock and held him tight. The moment was gone, and it was as if we were back in my old bedroom. “Fuck, Luke,” he sighed,” I haven’t had that happen since...” “Yeah?” I asked, rubbing his muscled thighs like I used to. He didn’t answer, and that was okay. It was like we picked up right where we left off, comfortable in the silence, until he asked about my life. “So, cuntboy, huh?” he chuckled, pulling on my collar. “Yep,” I joked and crawled between his legs. “After college I met Jack, my Daddy. We’ve got this arrangement...” Taking his slimed cock into my mouth, I started cleaning it. “Shit, Luke,” he sighed, “Your Daddy teach you that?” I just smiled and started my story in between doing my job. He didn’t say a word while I told him everything about how I met Jack and the training he put me through. He just lay there, smiling. I even mentioned how Jack wanted me to become his full-time cuntboy, something I hadn’t told anyone before. When I was done, he just smiled. “I can see why he chose you. You’re perfect. So, this’s his place?” “Yeah, we definitely have a chemistry,” I grinned, always expecting that question when mentioning Jack. “And nope, it’s mine. I own it.” “Nice,” he smiled, grabbing his cock and shaking it at me. “So, piss, huh?” “Yep,” I growled, taking him back into my mouth and giving the ok to let loose. I felt the hot stream of piss escaping the folds of skin surrounding his cock hit my mouth and gulped it down as I locked eyes with him. “Fucking cuntboy,” he laughed, watching me gulp it all down. The piss just kept pouring out, until with a sigh, I pulled off his cock when I felt the last drops hit my tongue. “Shit,” he groaned, shaking off the last drops before pulling me up, “Give me a taste.” I closed my eyes and lost myself in the moment, feeling his tongue force its way in to taste his own chem piss. I immediately reacted, grasping it with my lips and covering it with the last drops mixed with my spit. Releasing his tongue, I took in his slightly dilated blue eyes as he sat back. “Fucking pisspig,” he moaned. “Yep. Total,” I chuckled, settling in next to him. Then, it was my turn to ask him “So, this,” I asked, pulling on his harness, “When did it happen?” “I was wondering when you’d get around to it,” he grinned, “I know I never told you, but it really started that first summer before we got together.” “Together?” I repeated, surprised he saw us that way back then. “Yep, together,” he grinned, nudging me. “Right??” "Right, together," I chuckled, kissing him, "Go on..." and settled back, waiting to hear what he had to say.

@negchaserlooking Thanks! Glad you enjoyed it. 🙂 @kitpig You're welcome! Glad you enjoyed it! @CRKLTHRWLF I try 🙂 @nymidtowneast Isn't he? @pozpopperpig Maybe. Who knows just how far it goes? 😛 @plisken Summer education, at its finest. @billy88666 Sounds fun. Who knows what he's going to taught....? @Medwaym Heh... good. 🙂 @KinkyTallBottom I think we all are. 😉 @CigarManLondon Glad you're enjoying the story so far. Who knows what firsts Riley might encounter...? @HappyPozBoy Oh, he will be. There is a lesson plan in the works. 😉 @GrayWolfBln I mean, there is definitely a chance that's where he goes. Fun picture btw. 😉 Anyways, time for another update. Had a lot of fun writing this. Kind of worried it's slow in a few spots, but I promise, it's worthwhile. As always, feel free to post any suggestions, I read them and comment on every single one. Enjoy! -------- Lesson 4: The Science of Rapid Skill Acquisition I woke up, blearily turning over and looking at the clock, brightly displaying 7:15 in its soft neon blue glow. Grateful to see the I hadn’t overslept despite the difficult night sleeping with the plug firmly planted inside my ass, I turned over with a sigh. Once again, my cock was rock hard, due to the ever present plug in my ass stabbing my prostate with every movement. Slowly sitting up, I let out a slight groan as the hard silicone slide against my throughly pummeled ass walls. Gingerly, I walked over to my dirty laundry bin before finally deciding on a mostly clean, but well worn pair of grey sweatpants, hissing as I felt the plug slide around some more as I bent over and pulled the pants on. I let out a slight jump as I heard a knock at the bedroom door. “Hey bro, awake yet?” I heard my brother, Ryan, call out from behind the door, “I got work in about 45 mins, so I’m gonna head out. Bathroom is all yours.” I stood for a second, trying to remember why he was home before finally remembering how mom and dad said he would be back in town this summer himself for some internship at some design firm. Ryan was about 2 years older than me, already a senior in college. A lot of people swore we were twins as we both looked extremely similar, with the only real difference being I was slightly shorter than him, and the mole on his left cheek. Nothing like our older sister, who lived downtown with her new fiancé in some fancy high-rise. “Did you hear me,” he called out, breaking me out of my my train of thought. “Oh, um…” I said, dumbly, my mind still not fully awake, “Thanks Ryan. Still waking up, sorry. Hey, is there any coffee left?” “Yeah man, Dad and Mom left already for work and left a list of things to do,” he said, as he slowly began to walk down the stairs loudly, “I’ll take the trash out, if you can get the other stuff done. I’m heading out now so I can get in early.” Ever the suck-up, I snickered to myself. It had been that way ever since high school, where I’d been the more popular kid and making friends with everyone while not caring as much on grades, he was the one who was loved by all the teachers, graduated near the top of the class, and was ever the responsible, if not a little stuck up one. Hearing the front door slam shut followed by the muted sound of the trash bin being pulled to the curb, I slowly hobbled into the hallway before making my way to the bathroom, grateful I wouldn’t have to explain why I was walking so strangely. I turned on the shower, and slowly stepped under the warm spray as I let my mind drift to last night. My mind drifted under the warm spray of water as I thought about each of the men taking turns on my hole, begging them to flood my hole with their toxic loads while I smoked their cigars. I was still surprised at myself at how ok I was with it, knowing that any fuck from the two could be the one to convert me. Slowly, my hand drifted to my ass, blocked by the large plug lodged firmly inside. Slowly I began to tug on it, feeling as my ass refused to let go as the large bulbous part. I could feel the remains of their poz loads swirl around inside me, being worked into my ass walls with each release of the plug. Slowly, I felt myself slowly get worked up to point of wanting to cum. Finally, I stopped, not wanting to shoot yet another load yet, a part of me curious as to what was in store for me this morning for having completed their task. Quickly I soaped myself down, rinsed off and stepped out the shower, and reached for the towel. Annoyed I discovered that once again, my older brother had taken the last towel in the bathroom. Shivering slightly, I quickly stepped out into the cool air of the hallway, shivering slightly as I cooled off quickly. As I walked, a trail of water dripped off me. I tensed up suddenly when I heard a slam of the front door. “Hey Riley,” I heard my brother yell, quickly making his way upstairs, “I forgot my messenger bag, do you see it anywhere up there?” Shit shit shit…. I thought to myself in a panic, quickly grabbing a towel out of the linen closet and wrapping myself in it. Just in time as well, as the second I wrapped myself in the towel, Ryan came from around the corner in the hallway, looking around in a rush. “Oh, hey,” I said, my voice tight as I felt my hole tighten up around the plug in my panic, “You, uh, left me without a towel again, you dick.” Not paying any attention, he went storming into his room as I quickly made my way back to the bathroom, limping slightly at the feeling of the plug slamming into my ass with each step, somehow plunging even deeper into my help. Ryan quickly came back out of his room in a rush, triumphantly holding up his bag. “Yeah, sorry man, I forgot in my rush to get ready,” he said, pulling the bag across his shoulder, before stopping and staring at me for a moment. I stopped suddenly, looking at him, feeling the cold water drip off me and pool onto the floor. “You ok there, you’re walking kind of funny,” he asked, a look of concern on his face. “Oh, uh, yeah, I’m fine…” I said, quickly forcing myself to come up with a lie on the spot, “Just slipped a little in the tub and tweaked my back a little bit. I’ll be fine in a few minutes.” Apparently satisfied with the story, he rushed around me, before storming back down the stairs. “Gotta be more careful, “ he called out behind him, “Don’t forget the list. Oh! And mom and dad are taking us and new love couple out to dinner tonight. Rachel will blow a gasket if your late. Be ready by 6.” “Will do,” I gritted out, as I stood there for a second, before finally hearing the door slam shut again. I let out a relieved sigh, before walking back into the bathroom. Looking down, I saw the white jock, now with a small slightly off-white yellow spot forming on the front, most likely from me leaking cum in it all night. Remembering that they wanted me to wear it all summer and to not wash it, I pulled it back on, feeling the slightly crisp feeling of the dried cum scrape across my sensitive cock head. Picking up my phone on the sink, I let out a quick curse under my breath, realizing who close it already was to 8am. Quickly, I dried off the rest of the way, tossing the towel over the shower curtain rod, and rushed into my room, before haphazardly pulling on a white tank top and pair of cut off sweatpants from high school, before sliding my feet into an old pair of flip flops. Grabbing my keys and my phone, I rushed out the door quickly checking the door was locked before walking as fast as I could to Mike and Greg’s house. ——— Finally stepping up their front door, I rang the doorbell, inwardly regretting having rushed all the way over, my ass now throbbing around the plug that had been bouncing around in my hole in my haste. Suddenly the door, opened, with Greg meeting me at the door. “Two minutes to spare, boy,” he grinned, looking down at his watch, “Mike and I thought maybe you got cold feet.” Catching my breath, I just shook my head, feeling as sweat slowly dripped down the side of my face. The struggle really had been real, feeling the plug slamming my prostate repeatedly with each rushed step. The first few had literally caused me to nearly stumble and fall. Apparently, even with the plug up my ass all night was not enough to get me used to it. Following Greg into the basement, I saw Mike standing near the sling. Wearing a buttoned up shirt and pair of dress slacks, the juxtaposition of of his hard, pierced meat sticking out of unzipped pants was a sight to behold. “Got to leave soon, babe,” he said, slowly tugging on his quickly hardening meat, “Let’s get him up there in the sling and see if the pig followed his instructions.” “Oh trust me, I’m sure he did,” Greg chuckled, pulling my pants down immediately, revealing the now slightly soiled white jock and my exposed ass, the base of the plug sticking firmly out, “Fucker here nearly toppled over when he hopped down his front step. Felt that plug dig deep in there, didn’t you, pig?” I could only groan as Greg playfully jiggled the plug in my ass, the tip jabbing my bruised and abused prostate. I dumbly followed as Greg now grabbed my tank top and pulled me over to the sling before pushing me back towards it. Unable to do it myself, I felt as Greg helped me into the sling as Mike walked up to my ass. Mike then pulled out a large pipe and odd looking lighter from his pants pocket before bringing the pipe up to his mouth and flicked the lighter to life, bring the flame to the bowl and began puffing the pipe to life. As I watched the scene, Greg expertly placed each of my feet into the rests. Satisfied that the pipe was lit, Mike kneeled down next to my hole, letting out several puffs of the pipe before inhaling the pipe, letting the smoke shoot out of his nose as he exhaled Firmly, he grabbed onto the base, before starting to tug gently on it. “Let’s see how good of a pig Riley here was,” he said, increasing the amount he pulled on the plug, “Pig, I want you to bear down like you’re taking a shit. I want to see if were a good boy and kept our gifts safe up there.” I nodded, more than ready to finally get the plug out of my ass. I grunted a little as I slowly felt the plug work out of my hole, Greg suddenly was at Mike’s side, now with a lit cigar in his mouth and a second unlit one sticking out of the pocket of his t-shirt, also kneeling as they both watched the plug slowly get worked out of my ass, and with a final audible plop, the plug came out. Instantly, I could feel the cold air inside my gaping hole as Mike held up the plug in triumph. I looked and saw the massive plug in his hand, glistening with what had to be my ass juices and the remains of their loads. “Fucking look at that gaping hole,” Greg said appreciatively, suddenly dipping a few fingers in, running them around the perimeter of the ring of my open ass, “Give us a little push. We want to see your hole bloom and drool out some of our toxic load.” I complied, bearing down harder as I felt my ass open a little more as I felt a wetness began to slide down my tailbone before dripping off on the floor. “Shit yeah,” Mike growled, suddenly standing up, slowly working his free hand on his now extremely hard cock, “Good job boy, leaving our toxic loads up there to knock your vigrin jock butt up.” Suddenly, Mike sank balls deep into my ass, easily bottoming out in my now well stretched hole, causing me only to gasp in surprise. Quickly he began to fuck me hard and fast. “Gotta get to work,” he said, he muttered, puffing away on his pipe as he slammed repeatedly in my ass, “I’ll drop quick morning load up that juicy jock hole and then Greg is gonna have some fun with you.” I nodded, curious as to what Greg might have in store for me as relaxed back and enjoyed the sensation of Mike expertly slamming my hole, smoking the pipe in his mouth. Each thrust knocked my breath out. I laid there in silence, listening to the grunts coming from Mike, as well as the sound of skin slapping. I could feel his large cock slamming hard and deep inside me as I watched the bear of a man tower over me destroying my hole, smoke billowing out of his pipe. I began to squeeze my hole with each thrust, enjoying the feeling and seeing Mike smile and nod. “Fuck,” Mike groaned, his head tipping back as he picked up his pace, “I’m getting fucking close. Tell Daddy where you want his dirty bear cum at.” “Fucking breed me Daddy,” I groaned, loosing myself in the scene as his cock begin to swell a little in my now stretched out ass, “Flood my ass with your toxic cum and make me your son, sir!” Suddenly, felt Mike slam as hard as he could into my ass, his cock buried deep as I felt his cock jerk hard, shooting volley after volley of HIV positive cum deep into my unprotected ass. Our eyes locked and Mike growled, nodding at me while starting intensely at me. “Take my toxic DNA, boy,” he groaned puffing hard on the pipe as he continued shooting deep in my ass, “Take every fucking drop of daddy’s superior jizz.” Finally, with a shudder, Mike pulled out of my ass, before walking over to my head. “Fuck I needed that. Clean Daddy’s cock so he can go to work, boy,” he said, shaking is slimy cock at me expectantly. I immediately started to suck and lick his cock clean, turned on at the dirty talk and feeling of his cum slowly dripping out of my destroyed ass. Satisfied it was clean enough, Mike pulled away, stowing away his cock and walking up to Greg. “Have fun, babe,” he said, smiling after locking lips with Greg, and with that, went rushing up the stairs. “See you tonight babe,” Greg called back, before walking over to my ass and slowly rubbing my balls through the jock, now soaked with my precum. We sat there for a few minutes as Greg slowly worked his cock with his hand and his other hand continued to rub my balls through the jock. Finally, Greg broke the silence. “Fuck you are so hot,” he said, pulling out the unlit cigar from his pocket. “Thanks,” I replied, unable to come up with anything better as he slowly rubbed one end of the cigar around on my jock, quickly getting the tip wet. “Guess it’s my turn now,” he said, grinning evilly at me. “Um… yeah. So, what are wanting to do?” I asked, watching as he slowly moved the jock the the side, before putting the cigar along side my dick and slowly started to stroke both. “Hmm,” Greg pondered aloud, “Good question. What DO I want to do, seeing as I have a hot young bug chasing slut in a sling before me?” I only could look at him quizzically, unsure where he was going with his thoughts. “I think I want to see you smoke a nice fat cigar like this one all on your own,” he said, suddenly holding up the cigar, now covered in my precum, “Show you all the fine pleasures of smoke sex today, and watch you feed those virgin lungs. That sound like fun, pig?” Suddenly, I felt Greg begin to fuck the end of the cigar into my cum dripping ass. I felt my cock get even harder, as it clearly liked the idea of even more sleazy sex. I smiled and nodded in approval. Pulling the cigar out of my ass, Greg leaned over me and stuck the cigar in my mouth, the flavor of Mike’s poz cum, my ass juices, and cigar tobacco mixing together on my taste buds. “First things first, I’m gonna teach you how to light up a cigar, pig,” Greg said, pulling out a lighter and setting it on my chest, “Go ahead and start sucking on that gar and light that fucker up.” I groaned around the cigar as I felt Greg slowly start to work several fingers into my ass, feeling as his nails occasionally caught on the tender flesh of my ass. Shakily, I fumbled a few times with the lighter before finally getting it lit. Grabbing my hand, Greg moved it to the tip of the cigar, before nodding at me. “Go ahead and start puffing, and with your free hand, start rotating it in your mouth,” he said, as he began to work a third finger into my sloppy ass as I follow this instructions, “Yeah, just light that. Get it evenly lit, and relax that sweet hole while Daddy Greg fingers Daddy Mike’s load into those soft pink guts. Help work our DNA into you and change you into our perfect son.” After a few tries, I finally got it well lit, puffing repeatedly as I had seen them both do the night before. Suddenly, Greg shoved a fourth finger into my hole, causing me to suck in a sudden breath of thick cigar smoke. I coughed hard, my lungs fighting the sudden assault of thick cigar smoke. I pulled the cigar out of my mouth as smoke escaped my throat in a large cloud with my hard coughing. “Fuck yeah, boy,” Greg growled, as he slowly began to work the four fingers around inside me, stretching them apart and scrapping his nails on the sides, “Daddy loves watching your lungs get fed cigar smoke for the first time. I’ll give you some nice poppers and fuck you nice and hard if you let me teach you to smoke like a real man.” Suddenly, he worked several fingers and began to press and rub on my prostate, causing my mind to melt as the sudden wave of pleasure and pain shook me to my core. “Oh shit… oh fuck…” I groaned, feel like I was either going to piss or shoot a massive load, “Any…. Anything for you Daddy.” Suddenly, he pulled out a bottle of poppers from his pocket and unceremoniously set them in the center of my chest. “You know what to do son,” Greg replied, pausing his manipulations on my prostate as I rushed to open the bottle, and began huffing on the poppers hard and fast. After several hits on the bottle, Greg seemed satisfied and took the bottle from me, taking a few deep hits himself. “Time to show Daddy how much you love smoking cigars, boy,” he growled, closing the poppers and setting them back on my chest, before pulling his fingers out of my ass, spitting on them and shoving them back in, “Suck that cigar smoke down and become like your Daddies.” I drew hard on the cigar, sucking hard on the fat cigar in my mouth and feeling as the thick acrid smoke flowed into my lungs, flooding them with pure cigar smoke. “Hold that smoke in boy, let it soak into those pink lungs boy,” Greg growled, grabbing onto my balls and squeezing them tightly as he dug his fingernails into my ass, “Don’t fucking cough it out. Fight the urge boy.” I held the smoke in, wincing as I felt his nails dig deeper into the tender walls of my ass, until finally Greg gave me a slight nod. I let out my breath, watching as the thick cloud of smoke billowed out of my nose and mouth. Following his lead, I took several more deep hauls on the cigar, breathing in when he dug his nails in, breathing out with his nods. Eventually, I began to start smoking the cigar hard and long on my own, as he fucked his fingers into me, his thumb slamming against the bottom of my balls, pressed hard against my taint. “Fuck yeah boy, now your smoking like a real man,” he grinned, following suit and easily sucking the cigar smoke deep into his own lungs, “You’re making Daddy very happy. Fucking wish I could really open your sweet hole up, but Daddy Mike wants to be here when we do that.” Suddenly, Greg pulled his fingers out of my hold, with a loud plop. Holding them up, he showed me the slight pink tinge coating his fingers before casually wiping his hand off on each ass check. “Yeah, you’re ready for daddy to fucking breed you now, pig,” he said, and without warning, slammed his hard cock deep inside me, “Don’t stop smoking that cigar, pig, or Daddy won’t give you any of his nasty cum.” I laid back and relaxed, letting Greg go to town on my ass as I focused on smoking the cigar down, occasionally stopping to huff some more poppers, before going right back to smoking the cigar again. Slowly, the cigar started to get shorter and shorter. I inwardly felt proud of myself, knowing I was giving Greg pleasure in seeing me smoke, as well as knowing I was doing something so trashy and twisted. “Fuck, you fucking ready pig,” Greg groaned, sweat pouring down his face as his strokes got shorter and faster, “Convince daddy on why you deserve his cum.” “Fuck dad, I want your cum in me so bad,” I groaned around the cigar, smoke pouring freely out of my mouth, “I want you to knock me up and turn me into your perfect boy. Let your DNA change me. Please, sir, please make me into your poz cumdump!” “FUCK,” he yelled, “I’m gonna shoot,. This might be the load that changes you forever. Tell daddy where to shoot it!” “Breed me, I want it!” I yelled, feeling my balls begin to boil as my cock threatened to erupt as well, “Shoot it in me so I can get pregnant!” Suddenly, Greg let out an incoherent yell, as he slammed as hard and fast in my ass as he could, my ass dripping with each shot as his load slowly began to squirt out around the sides of his dick. Just as quickly, my cock finally hit the point of no return and I felt as my first shot landed squarely in the center of my face, as I drew hard and long on the cigar, enjoying the rush of my ejaculation and the cigar smoke permeating my lungs. We both continued to shoot while smoking, unable to speak as both our cocks jerked hard. After about a minute, I finally felt my cock start to deflate, as with a whence, Greg pulled his dick out of my hole. “Fuck that was good!” Greg grinned, wiping his dick off with his fingers before wiping them on my hole, “Stay there for a second.” Unable to do anything except bonelessly lay there, I saw a flash light up the basement momentarily followed by the clicking sound of a camera. “Heh, Mike is going to be so jealous when I tell him I got you to smoke your first cigar on your own,” Greg chuckled to himself, typing something on his phone before I head the iconic whooshing sound as the message went on its way, “Told him he should have called in sick and joined in the fun.” I only nodded as Greg pulled out the cigar from my mouth, and dropped the now spent butt on the ground, before making out with me. We made out like that for a few minutes before we finally broke apart, and Greg helped me out of the sling. “Let’s hower, then you’ll need to head out,” he said, as I slowly got my legs, “Not that I wouldn’t love knocking your sexy ass up all day, but I got work and errands to run.” “Sure.” I said, with a sigh, definitely ready to clean up. ——— If I thought their kitchen was a work of art, the master bathroom clearly put it to shame. The massive bathroom took up what I vaguely remembered to be Mrs. Mercer’s eldest daughters room, having stayed there one night with my older brother and sister a decade ago when she watched us while our parents went out of town for some work thing. One side of the room was blocked off with a wall of floor to ceiling glass, effectively sectioning off the massive jacuzzi-sized bathtub and two massive showers, with a long bench between the two areas. I watched as Greg got both showers going, turning his attention to a fancy digital display on each showing the temperature of the water with several buttons I could only guess the function of neatly to the side. Finally, with a touch of one of the buttons, both of the shower heads turned on with a powerful spray, quickly filling the room with steam. Greg quickly undressed outside the room, and gestured I do the same. We each stood under one of the shower heads, and I let out a happy moan as the water pelted the muscles in my neck and back. “One of Mike’s must-haves,” Greg chuckled, before grabbing a bottle of soap and working up a lather, it’s spicy smell filling the room, “I got a pool, and he gets his toys. Though, I have to admit its a nice toy.” “Yeah, this shower is amazing,” I groaned, slicking back my hair under the water. “So, why didn’t you tell Mike and I you have a twin,” Greg asked nonchalantly, before handing the bottle of expensive smelling body soap over to me, “Twins are pretty hot sometimes.” “Oh… um…. No…” I said, stammering slightly, “I’m the youngest kid actually. Thats my older brother Ryan. He’s like two years older than me. And uh… that would be pretty weird. Hah…” “Oh, you both look so similar,” Greg continued, working the lather around his body before stepping back into the spray, “We thought maybe you chickened out when we saw him leave. We both were glad when you came out the front door.” “Yeah, I actually hear that a lot,” I said, now scrubbing my body and sneaking a quick feel of my loose ass, “He and I are nothing alike though. He’s in town for the summer for an internship.” “Hmmm, any other siblings?” Greg asked absently, now working towards shampooing his hair. “Just an older sister. We actually have a dinner tonight, so… I won’t umm….” I said, trying to think how I should word what I was thinking, “I won’t be free tonight.” “Oh, no worries, bud,” Greg chuckled, “I think Mike and I both have plans until next week. Not that we don’t enjoy destroying your sexy fucking hole. And breeding it nice and deep with our dirty loads.” I blushed slightly, my hole twinging as I felt a small bit of cum leak out. “Also, we’re still drawing up some ideas on what we want to show you each week,” Greg continued, leisurely rinsing the soap out of his hair. “I…. That’s cool,” I said, feeling suddenly shy and unsure for no reason, “Is there really that much to learn?” “Heh, you have no fucking idea boy. We’ve literally only scratched the surface,” Greg chuckled, before reaching over towards the digital panel, “Ready for me to shut this off?” I nodded, and suddenly, at the press of a button, the water shut off. We dried off mostly in silence, with Greg occasionally asking a few minor questions, like what my plans were. Finally, dressed back in my clothes, Greg walked me back to the front door. Suddenly, he turned around and ran back to the basement. “Wait here, I got something for you as well as some homework,” he yelled out to me as he went down the stairs. Inwardly I groaned, hoping that I wasn’t going to have to put that freaking plug back in. I was already tired, still had a ton of chores to do, and the dinner tonight. I would NOT be able to function with that monster back inside my guts. Thankfully, Greg arrived back with a basic looking linen bag. I looked inside and saw a large cigar box, a lighter, and cigar cutter. Also, there was a blank envelope filled with something. I looked up at Greg, unsure what he wanted. “Mike and I want that entire box smoked by next week,” Greg said, grinning, “We expect you to take a picture or video of you smoking them each time you light up. We’ll be sending you a group text later showing how hot you looked today as encouragement.” I nodded, surprised and unsure what to say. “Good boy,” Greg said, before leaning down and kissing me deeply, working his tongue deep in my mouth. “Complete that homework for us and we’ll let you come back over for your next lesson,” Greg chuckled, before opening the door and gently shoving me out the door, shutting it firmly behind me. Looking back down into the back, I let out an exasperated chuckle before walking back over to my house. Just what in the actual fuck did I get myself into? I thought to myself as I quickly made my way through the now stifling heat. Looking up in the sky, I estimated that it was likely around noon. Quickly enough, I was at my door, and after a bit of quick work, unlocked the door and shut the heat out behind me. Reaching into my bag, I pulled out the envelope before pulling out a small wad of cash. At first, I was kind of disappointed, thinking that Greg and Mike had pulled a fast one on me, until I noticed the denomination of the bills. “Jesus… eight hundred?” I said out loud in shock. I counted it three more times, holding them up to the light and confirming each one to be real and genuine. This was more than I made in a month. Hell, it was almost what I made in a summer. Begrudgingly, I looked at the bag. Even if the sex wasn’t mind blowing, the money was beyond worth it. “Looks like I’m going to have some homework to do…” I said with a sigh, feeling my dick rising in my jock.

I enjoy poppers when bottoming. They make me go soft so I don't use them when I top. Just need to make sure I space out uses. The brand also makes a pretty big difference. Pig Sweat is my go to.

My sleazy hole

Fill me up after a hot and sweaty cycle ride

My poz dirty hole after being bred by a guy with a VL over 1 million

As the two imps tiptoed down the hall they came to a stop at the edge of the bedroom door. Inside max laid snoring in the bed, his prick still lewly protruding from his boxers, rock hard and resting against him. "i made him fuck me last night" Oliver whispered. "god that cock is beautiful" Trey swooned as he gently fingered his hard cock. oliver snuck a digit into his own dripping pussy and sucked the warm cum from it. Max needed to learn to accept the fact that his big cock was meant to fuck. As the two boys approached the bed, trey reached to the nightstand and gently took Max's phone. "whos this?" Trey flashed the screen to Oliver who sneered, "boyfriend." Trey looked quizically at the phone for a moment before a grin appeared on his face. "Maybe maxie needs some motivation?" Trey whispered, as he gently pressed the phone against the slumbering boys thumb and opened the camera. "suck him" Trey hissed, and aiming the camera made sure to snap several lovely shots of max's thick veiny cock at the tip off Olivers grinning lips, as it passed into his silky mouth, and as the boy greedily gulped the throbbing meat all the way into his throat. As Oliver rose from the boys glistening hard prick with a satisfied gasp, Max's eyes fluttered open to greet Ollies warm smile and drool soaked lips. "what the fuck" Max groaned, scooting up the bed and batting the boys small hand from his dripping meat. "what time is it?" Max made no attempt to rationalize the appearance of the two hairless twinks in his room, only to find a cool bottle of OJ to slake his perishing thirst which he ravenously took hold of. "time to fuck" Trey remarked calmly. looking at the boys he paused between gulps. "are you two still high?" the boys just snickered as they watched Max finish the drink and glance about the room. "where are my pants..." he grumbled. "you can have them back after we..ya know...fuck some more" Ollie looked up at Max from the bed as he arched his back. "or we can send these to..." Trey presented the screen to Max. "Danny!" Oliver chimed. "right. besides, are you sure you dont feel like a little fun right now?" Trey watched max ruminated over the situation and the molly laced juice went to work. "look at it max, just as pretty and pink and thirsty as the last time you emptied those big balls in it. come on, nobodys gonna know." Oliver gently winked his hole, reaching back to spread himself as he moved to the edge of the bed. Trey peeled the thick foreskin back from max's dong and slowly stroked. Max shuffled to the boy and as trey guided his thick meaty cockhead to press against Olivers soft wet hole, his lips parted in a sigh. "I know, right max? feel how hot and soft it is? Ollies been taking huge cocks..." Trey began swabbing the heavy prick up and down. "just like this one every day. big bareback pricks..." trey watchedd as max panted and precum oozed from his piss slit. "his bodys made for it now. every warm little inch of that hole only does one thing. it makes big cocks shoot." Trey gently laid the rock hard head to rest at the edge of ollivers perfect poz ring and placed a hand on max's lower back. "push it in now max, you cant fight it. thats just what having a real big cock is about. you gotta fuck." Trey watched max evolve from doting boyfriend to carnal dominant fuck pig, just as he had anticipated. Even his own pretty boy pussy was a sand trap for the most reluctant tops awkwardly fumbling for a condom. Trey always thought it was the lips of his hole that did all the talking, slowly convincing and encouraging a gently push. "once the heads in, theyre all in" trey thought as he watched ollies skilled hole flex and milk max to a low groaning orgasm. as the last few drops of Max's precious essence flowed into olivers poz guts, Trey had an idea. "flip over on your back Ollie" Trey chirped. Ollie looked up at the ceiling panting, his legs draped over Max's muscular thighs as Trey knelt behind him and reached around to gently massage Max's slippery cum soaked balls, quietly rocking against him to coat max's fuzzy boy hole in a warm stream of his own slippery precum. After a few minutes of careful licking, kissing and fondling Trey had in his hands a fully erect cock. Trey had spent years wringing every drop from his tops, and max was no different. Keep them focused on their cocks, and youll keep the cum flowing. Trey smiled as he watched max hungrily dive back into Oliver without a second thought. Trey fisted his own hard five inches and gently pressed himself against Max, his cock gliding between the boys thrusting cheeks and dancing along his warm hole. Like a frog in water Max slowly and obliviously impaled himself onto more and more of treys cock with each thrust. "youre doin great max, keep fucking that hot ass" Trey encouraged as he leaned back to watch a full half of his leaky prick vanish over and over into the man. "oh fuck im gonna cum" Max panted. "Make him cum ollie" Trey gasped, "make him milk me." Trey pulled himself close to Max and slid every inch into him as the sweat soaked top slammed deep into oliver, flooding his guts with more hot raw cum. "so good" Trey moaned softly as Max's hole drank every last drop of poz cream the boy could give.

Oliver stretched and glanced about the room as the dawn light shone through the window. Max was still sound asleep, his semi erect cock just begging for another quick trip inside the boys warm hole. "in a minute" Oliver thought, his thirst for water overcoming his thirst for cock as he hopped out of bed and made his way to the kitchen. "Hungry?" Trey smiled from the kitchen table at he poured a bowl of cereal. "mmh, not really, just thirsty. wheres doug?" Oliver gladly welcomed the glass of ice water from Trey and gulped it down. "still in bed i think, but the best part of hims still in me" The two boys snickered. "Is max up yet?" Dougs warm voice filled the room as he stepped into the kitchen half-dressed. "no, hes still asleep. He doesnt really like to fuck i dont think..." Oliver furrowed his brow. "nonsense Ollie" doug gently guided the boys face to his bobbing cock, and watched as Oliver began to suck away. "max just hasnt had the luxury of such a nice boy pussy. im sure if you give him a few more tries he'll come around." "mmhmm" Oliver slurped around the thick tool, pumping and sucking just as Doug had taught him. "Theres a good boy, drink it all down" Doug gripped Olivers head and pushed his cock into the boys throat. "I should probably get going..." Oliver gasped, tonguing the last of Dougs thick spunk from his fingertips as the older man stepped toward the two boys. "going where?" Trey wondered aloud. "you can hang out here as long as you want. Sometimes doug sends friends over for a quick fuck too." Trey leaned back in the kitchen chair and sighed. "I kind of have a headache, i dunno" Oliver grumbled as he scanned the room for any sign of his clothing. "My goodness I must have forgotten! Arms out boys its time for your medicine." Doug diligently pulled an opaque case from the ktichen cupboard and began mixing away. "I get a little headache sometimes too ollie, but Dougs medicine always does the trick!" Trey smiled assuringly at the boy as he stood next to him. "like this" he coached, extending Olivers thin wrist and producing his arm for doug. "Theres my boys, First things first, vitamins." Doug slowly pushed half the contents of the estrogen laced syringe into Treys firm ass cheek. "there we go. Im a little short on these so we're going to share today ollie" Doug pulled the needle from Trey and before anyone could protest, dumped the rest into Oliver. Keeping the boys skin soft and hairless was certainly a bonus, but the estrogen also helped the boys focus on their holes, making them more docile and reducing their once appreciable manhood to something more appropriate for the two cockthirsty sissies. Big cocks go inside pretty boy pussies, and Doug aimed to keep it that way. Filling the syringe once again Doug watched as Trey finished tying the two off. "Are you full of Max's cum ollie?" the boy nodded eagerly, watching as doug slowly slid the needle into him. "spread" he commanded, and Oliver opened his legs for dougs thick finger to enter him without protest. Sliding in and out a few times, doug pulled his slick finger to his face and licked it clean. "good. Im worried Max isnt getting the kind of sex he needs." Doug pushed the cocktail of drugs into the waiting boy and returned the needle to refill it. "he needs to know just how succulent a boys hole can be, no condoms, just the warm wet hole." Doug slid the needle into Trey and emptied it. "ok boys, one...two...three." Trey watched as Doug released the plastic tubing from each boys arm, reducing them to a cacophany of gasps, grunts, and heavy petting. "there we go. Feels good?" Doug grinned as he watched the boys finger eachother hungrily. "Say, why dont you two make Max a little breakfast in bed? Ive got a little bottle of organic OJ, his favorite. Ive gotta be getting into the office." "max" Oliver huffed. The only big cock left in the house to scratch the newfound itch inside him. "You two boys be good and share" Doug chimed as he walked out the door.

"oh my god" ollie whispered as Dougs cock seated itself in the boy with a loud slurp. "hear that ollie? Thats your little pussy talking," Ollie paid attention as the cum sloshed in his guts. Dougs cock stirred the creamy mixture about, pushing it deeper into the boy with each wet thrust. "boys with cum filled pussies sound so beautiful ollie. its like a symphony inside your llittle pink hole, and the big thick cock inside is the conductor." dougs balls slapped against the boys ass with increasing force. olivers jaw went slack as he panted with each powerful thrust. he had never heard the exotic gurgling from his hole before and was mesmerized at the thought that dougs cock was so powerful it could make his body sing this forbidden little song anytime he wanted. Doug looked down at the boys tight little nuts and gently traced a finger around the glans of his limp cock. "you can cum if you need to ollie, its okay, big cocks are really very good at making a pussy cum." doug instructed. "im s-sorry. i need to though i really need to cum" ollie pleaded. doug chuckled as he lifted his sticky finger from the boys organ. "I know ollie, those vitamins just make your pussy so sensitive its hard to hold back. Just remember its rude to touch this when you have a big cock inside" doug traced the head of the boys leaking dick. "focus on your pussy ollie. just relax and let it do all the work" doug coaxed as he slowed his strokes. Oliver felt it increasingly difficult to hold on to the sensations as dougs pace relented. why wouldnt he fuck him hard? "I cant..." Oliver grunted through his teeth in frustration. "yes you can baby, just relax." doug worked the teens swollen tits gently in his fingertips. "oh my god yes, nnnnghhhhhh" ollie was relieved as Doug put him right bcak on track to cum. he grunted gently as he remembered Dougs instruction. concentrating on his pussy he began to feel dougs tool in perfect clarity. the flared head as it parted his puffy pink hole, the ridge as it tantalized his insides. for a moment Oliver thought he could even feel the veins in the mans big cock as they slithered along inside him. ollies breathing became shallow, punctuated only by his own desperate moans. "thats it ollie, sing me a pretty little song. youre doing so good." Oliver looked down at the cock as it slowly pistoned inside him, dougs fingertips massaging in equal time as his bowels churned with the noisy cream inside him. it was all he needed as he looked down to see his little cock drool a thick stream of cum. "there we go ollie see? pretty soon youll be able to cum on a cock no matter what. The raw sensation and the hormones coursing through his body were simply too much to overcome as a tear ran down his cheek. "its okay ollie im right here inside you. Here, why dont you drink a little cream while I finish up inside" Doug scooped the boys estrogen laced semen into his palm and raised it to Olivers lips. "sip the cream for me baby" he smiled as Oliver opened his mouth to eat his cum from the mans big hand. Doug returned to slam fucking the boy and as quickly as the emotional outburst began, it was replaced by Olivers hungry eyed grunting, flexing his hips and meeting dougs thrusts. Oliver watched the mans expressions, he had gotten proficient at determining when Doug was close to shooting in him. he wanted to announce to the world that he made this mans huge cock cum in him, took his seed and made it his own. "cum in me" he hised over and over again, drawing Doug to a growling orgasm as he loaded the boys battered cunt once more. "tomorrow is a big day ollie, we're going to need to see a specialist for this part but i promise its the last step. tomorrow youll have a beautiful boy pussy you can show the whole world." doug eased the boys head into his lap and he began sucking. "lick all that cream off ollie, its all yours sweetie." Ollie felt proud that Doug let him have so much cum. he must have been right all along. Everyone here was so helpful and friendly to him he almost felt ashamed at how he protested Dougs care. The doctor knew exactly what he needed, a boypussy. Doug tucked his magnificent cock back into his pants and helped ollie get dressed, sliding the teens skinny jeans up over his leaking ass and buttoning them against his cumsoaked abs. As the boy tugged his shirt over his jizz soaked chest and headed to the door he unexpectedly hugged the older man. "thank you" he bashfully remarked as he looked into Dougs eyes. "youre so welcome baby" Doug smiled as he ran his cum soaked hand through the boys hair and sent him on his way.

I left the porno store. Four more loads up my ass. 3 down my throat. I would have taken more but the the store had to close at midnight. So I was on my way home my ass leaking come from stranger's cocks. All evening I was so focused on giving my body over to other men. Just giving up my body to anyone without discrimination. As I was driving home I took stock of where I was in my life. Ever since that kid had dropped his poz nut in my ass 3 years ago, I have been moving towards getting myself knocked up with HIV. Everything had just kind of falling into place. my wife, who had been sick for several years, had begun to deteriorate about a year ago. She was now in hospice full-time. My younger son had moved in with his grandparents. This was good for him. He had a hard time being in the house with his mother so sick. That left me and my older son, Sean, who was getting ready for college, in the house alone. Sean was 18 and the school athlete. He was a little short. 5‘7“, toned, smooth, and had a nice fat 7 inch cock. I have seen him naked many times through the years. Sometimes at home and sometimes at the gym. Even at church camp. I always admired his beauty. He had the nicest bubble but I had ever seen. I even found myself at times getting aroused looking at him we’re thinking about his body. Because of my wife's illness I was on sabbatical from the church. I didn't even have to check in. I just stayed away. That's why I had so much time to fuck around at the park and in the porno store. I took loans at the corner store at least four days a week. Tonight I have thrown away my prep. In another month I'd be susceptible to the virus. The thought of being converted kept my cock hard all the way home. Every cock that went in my ass that night I imagined was swimming with the virus. I pulled into the garage. My son's car was already parked there. It wasn't that late, just before 1 at night. He was sometimes out with his friends till 2 or 3 in the morning. I made my way in the house still dressed in the clothes I had picked up from the bushes at the park. I thought for a brief moment about the kid who had left his clothes outside the bathroom. Thought about him getting railed by that old poz breeder. It must have been a really hot scene. I pictured the kid on his knees sucking that fat cock with the spiked ball hanging off the end of it. I imagined him savoring the viral pre-come dripping from that cock. I knew the breeder would piss on him it’s been around and rough fuck his little boy hole. Fill the kid with his toxic gift. I boned up thinking about it. I realized in all my playing around at night I have never calm. I was still horny as fuck. I needed more Hass and cock and sperm. I made my way into the house and down the back hallway. I passed my son's room. His door was partially opened. I stopped and looked in. He was lying on his stomach on the bed apparently asleep. He had a beautiful body. The light from outside gave enough light to the room for me to see the outline of his naked form. His beautiful bubble but glistening in the moonlight. My hard cock throbs looking at him. I craved his ass. I wanted to plunge my cock into that ass that I had made and fill it with my seed. I wanted to fuck my own son. I wanted to creep in to the room. Wanted to lay my body over his. Even if I had to force him, I wanted to breed him deep and raw. But I was ready for that I didn’t think. But I knew what I would be thinking about as I jerked off in the shower. I started to walk away from his room when I noticed a pile of clothes at the end of his bed. It was time to do laundry so I step quietly into the room and reached down and picked up the pile of clothes.As I picked up the clothes from the floor it hit me. These were my clothes. These were my clothes that I threw into the bushes at the park just a few hours ago. The kid in the restroom getting railed by the gifter with the big spiked to PA was my son. Was my 18-year-old son. And I stood there realizing I was wearing his clothes. My ass full of strangers’ cum. My cock rock hard and dripping from thinking about fucking my son. I heard a rustling on the bed and my son flipped over. Still half asleep he stretched, his cock standing straight out from his body. Something came over me, possessed me. And I tossed the clothes I was holding into his face as he was waking up, “ Recognize these clothes? Recognize these clothes that you wore home?“ I sneered and stepped up next to the bed. “ Do you recognize these clothes I’m wearing? The clothes you threw in the bushes on your way into that shit hole toilet to get railed by a evil pervert with AIDS?“ Sean’s eyes grew big. Fear rose in his face. The stink of it rose from his body. He was awake now, wide awake. “ Looks like my oldest son is a bugchasing faggot“ I said, grabbing a single ankle, jerking him to the edge of the bed and rolling up on top of him so that he was pinned underneath me. I was not in control anymore of my lust.

The door opened and the first thing which hit me was the smell of unwashed bodies. There was a mirror over the bed. I looked up to see a group of old, ragged men being ushered into the bedroom by grandad. Some of them gasped and others laughed showing blackened and broken teeth as they saw me lying naked on the bed. All shapes and sizes from skinny guys with cadaverous faces to grossly fat men with drooping bodies. I saw some lick their lips as grandad said " There you go, boys. Peachy little bum on him. Get stuck in and fill yer boots!" I squirmed with shame and fear as they started to strip off, waves of sweaty, pissy body odour washing over me as they removed their filthy clothes. Then the bed sagged as they climbed onto the mattress, eager fingers digging between my cheeks and feeling the lube on my hole. I turned my head and saw grandad standing watching, a filthy grin on his face as he released his cock and began to masturbate. Hands grabbed my head and turned it to face a stiff, drooling cock. I just had time to see the sores engulfing the fat, swollen head and then it was pushed into my mouth and I had no choice but to suck it. I was sobbing with shame, and then the cock withdrew and another took its place, the pee-hole red and inflamed and I smelt the gooey discharge oozing from the tip. I tried to avoid it, but strong fingers held my head and I couldn't stop that filthy cock sliding between my lips. Grandad had moved closer to get a better view. He caught my eye and gave me a wink. "Good lad," He whispered. " You know you want it, don't you?" It was true. Despite the horrible, diseased cock in my mouth, I felt a mounting excitement. My own cock was stiff beneath my belly, and I felt overwhelming lust at this descent into absolute depravity. The bed was now covered in naked bodies licking, probing, rubbing against me. "Turn him over," Grandad said. Eager hands pulled me onto my back and I looked up into a circle of faces like something from a medieval painting - broken teeth, sores, some bald, all unshaven and smelling of sweat and filth. Strong hands grasped my erection, and I watched aghast as an old man with a huge sore beneath his nose bent and began to suck me. "Oh...oh no..." I gasped with a last awareness of my corruption, but the mouth bobbing up and down felt so good. "Just do it," Said Grandad. "Give yourself up to your true nature.. " He nudged a fat, short old man who was kneeling on the bed rubbing a fat mushroom cock. "Why don't you sit on his face?" The man grinned, scooted around the bed and squatted over me. I looked up at his smooth arsehole, smelled the odour where he obviously hadn't wiped and felt terror as he lowered it onto my face. I couldn't escape. My face was engulfed between his cheeks and I heard grandad tell me to lick it. Could I? Could I really lick it? With a sob of surrender, I poked my tongue tentatively into his hole. I heard him grunt with pleasure. He reached under and spread his cheeks, sinking onto me and forcing my tongue up into his arsehole. I knew I was lost. My cock was stiff in the old man's grasp, my face was engulfed in filthy buttocks and my tongue was deep in a dirty hole and yet I was loving every minue of it. I felt my legs being pulled up and outward and then the first stab of a blunt, slimey cock pushing into my hole. I gasped even as I licked the man squatting over me, feeling the delicious smooth rush of the cock sliding into my arse. There was excitement in the air and if anything, the smell from the crowd increased with their excitement. The man levered himself off my face and got off the bed. Hands held my legs and pinned my wrists to the bed. I looked up into the face of the man fucking me, his eyes wicked with lust. "Open...open yer mouth.." He gasped as he thrust into me. I opened my mouth, and he hawked and released a drool of phlegm which fell onto my tongue. Then he kissed me. His breath was awful but I no longer cared. He pulled back and cackled. "Nice! I can taste arsehole on your lips!" "Hurry up!" Someone said. "Don't take all day!" The man in me nodded, worked his cock harder and then let out a long gasp of pleasure as his cock throbbed in me, releasing his sperm. He sagged back and pulled out. I caught a glimpse of his cock covered in sores and realised it was the man I had sucked, but then I was turned over onto hands and knees, arse upraised helplessly as someone else mounted me and I felt another cock slide into my cummy hole. Beside the bed, grandad had lowered his trousers and pants and was bent forward being sodomised by a thin, balding man with red blotches covering his skinny buttocks and upper legs. He grinned at me as he saw my surprise " How do you think I became poz..ooff...thats nice...I take it up the arse as well." He stood up and the man slipped out of his fat arse, his cock now wet with lube. "That's enough mate. " He said "You know the deal. When you want to come, fill his arse with it." I realised the man was probably syphilitic but what could I do? I had probably already caught their diseases by now and the thought of it was exciting and shameful. The man in me made way having already cum, and the thin man got behind me. Grandad came and lay next to me, pulling my head down and kissing me. "You want it? " He whispered. "He's poz and he's got the syph. Means you will definately get knocked up and infected." I kissed him back and felt his hand gently ruffle my hair. "Hold me.." I gasped. He smiled, held my hand and nodded to the man behind me. I felt his cock pressing into my hole and then it slid easily up me and he began to thrust. I was lost. Depraved. About to be infected and bred all at once. I knelt in surrender as Grandad stroked my hand and whispered in my ear. "Good lad. Good lad." The man didn't last long, he thrust two or three more times like a rabbit, then pushed himself against me and grunted loudly as he spurted . He held himself in me for a long moment, then slid his cock out and I felt his filthy cum drooling over my balls. My cock was so stiff it hurt as I slumped forward. Grandad kissed me again and I felt a body lay down beside us. I saw it was a fat old man with whiskers and wispy hair. He lay face down spreading his cheeks with his hands, and I could see his dirty arsehole was smeared with cum and lube and worse. "Go on, cum in him and you'll feel more relaxed. There's a long way to go yet!" With a gasp of excitement, I slid onto the old man's back, feeling his sweaty skin beneth me even as he spread his legs further and my cock nestled between his buttocks. Grandad leant over, grasped my cock and guided it into position. I slide down and into the old body, feeling his sloppy hole hot around my shaft, and then I was spurting and spurting and finally resigned to my fate...

as a eunuch, I like to find guys into barebacking.

I came to and I was on a bed again. Except this time I was tied to it. My wrists were bound with rope above my head. My feet were tied to the end of the bed. I couldn’t move. And I was bollock naked apart from a rubber cock ring. My cock was hard and dripping precum. My head was buzzing from whatever chems he had given me. My body felt warm. I was sweating. “Wakey wakey cunt boi.” I looked up and saw Peter watching me. He was standing at the end of the bed. He was also bollock naked. His cock was hard and dripping as well. I wanted him to slide it down my throat and deep into my arse. He walked around the bed and climbed on and straddled me. It was almost as if he was reading my mind. I moaned as I saw his cock inches from my face. I leaned forward hungrily. “No.” He slapped my face really hard. My eyes started to water. He laughed. “You suck my cock when I tell you. Understand?” I nodded and said yes. He smiled and pulled a small box from under the pillow. “Candy time.” He pulled out a couple of pills and pushed one into my mouth. He grabbed my jaw making me open my mouth and then gobbed into it. I swallowed gob and pill greedily. Then he pulled out a bullet. Clearly it was ketamine. I loved ketamine but was always wary of it having taken too much once and ended up in a k-hole. He twisted the spindle once. Twice. I wimpered. He pushed the bullet up my nose and looked at me. I breathed in and the k hit the back of my throat. It burned. He then swallowed his pill and took two bumps of k. Then he leaned down and kissed me. He pushed his tongue into my mouth. I could taste the k in our spit. I felt his hard cock rubbing against my chest and abs. Fuck it felt good. He pulled away and started stroking my cock. As I watched he gently but insistently pulled and rubbed it. And then suddenly my cock was in his mouth. I moaned and pushed my hips up. He didn’t resist and as I watched he literally gorged on my cock and balls. The chems were beginning to take effect as I was lost in the intensity of his mouth and tongue on my cock. He focused his attention on the head and I moaned loudly as he worked the most sensitive part. I could feel precum spurting down my shaft and heard him lapping it up. Just as suddenly he stopped and jumped off the bed. He went to the table and when he returned he was holding a small holdall. I smiled at him as straddled my legs. “Time to get you opened up boi for my cock,” he said. I nodded eagerly as he told me how he was going to stretch my tight hole with his cock and breed me. Fill me with his cum and then keep fucking me. He pulled a shiny silver butt plug from the bag. It didn’t look as big as the first one as he licked it. It felt cold against my arse as he slid it into my hole. The cold felt good in my arse and I moaned again. He leaned forward and fed me some poppers. He rummaged in the bag again and started talking again. “It’s too easy to stretch your hole with a dildo don’t you think?” I tried to focus on what he was saying as he pulled some small boxes out of the bag. “I think making your muscles relax beyond the sphincter is just as important.” I looked at the boxes. They had wires attached. I didn’t understand. “I find this method much more enjoyable. For me. For you it depends.” I watched as he attached the wires to the butt plug in my arse and then to the small black box. He leaned down and kissed me. “Play time.” As I watched his hand found the small dial on the box and turned it slightly. I heard a buzzing and at the same time my arse started to tingle. I moaned. He turned the dial again and the tingling intensified. It was spreading from my arse up my body and into my balls. He turned the dial again. My arse jolted from the increased charge and a shock went through my body. My eyes widened and I gasped. It felt incredible. He put the box down and started to slowly wank my cock. The feeling was incredible and I moaned loudly as he pulled my foreskin back and started to stroke the head of my cock with his thumb. He stopped and turned down the dial to rummage in the backpack again. “Good boy. You liked that didn’t you?” I nodded. “I wonder what you will make of this?” He pulled out a long piece of silver – like a nail – and a bottle of lube and smiled at me. As I watched he straddled my legs again and reached under the pillow. He pulled out a cloth and stuffed it in my mouth. Then he grabbed my cock. I froze as I watched the silver nail approach the head of my cock. “Don’t move,” he whispered. He squeezed the head of my cock and slid the tip of the nail into the head. I screamed into the cloth. “DON’T MOVE!” he yelled. As I watched he pushed the nail into my cock. I could feel it sliding down millimeter by millimeter. As it opened up my cock. Finally he stopped. All I could see was the head of nail. “Good boi. I am impressed.” I let out a deep breath. Then he picked up the black box again and turned the dial. The humming was followed by the same tingling but this time I could feel the tingling inside my cock. I gasped from the strange sensation in my cock and arse at the same time. My master leaned down and started to squeeze my balls making me moan even louder as it intensified the feeling in my cock. I closed my eyes as the sensations took over my body. I could feel my heart pumping hard, and blood rushing through my ears. I was sweating so much I was lying in a pool of sweat making me realize I was lying on a rubber sheet. Then as I watched Peter leaned down and took my cock in his mouth. The feeling was too much and I yelled out as I felt his hot tongue on my shaft. He turned up the dial again as he sucked my cock making my cock jerk and creating an excruciating sensation as my cock tugged against the nail inside it. My balls were tingling as if I was about to shoot a wad but nothing happened. I was on the verge of orgasm and could do nothing about it. He pushed the butt plug into my arse sending waves of feeling deep into my gut. I could literally feel my arse widening. Widening for his raw cock. At this point I realized that Peter was in complete control. He was my master.