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I went to work and got in around 7:45 am. Professor Post walked in right after me and was in his cycling shorts sporting his huge meat. He smiled at me catching a glance. "I could smell your taint the other day. When I pulled my fingers out of your cunt it smelled so ripe. Like you are ovulating. I can smell how horny you are" he said coming up from behind and grabbing my ass. I could smell him too. His strong manly scent was intoxicating. His hands worked their way around my nipples and started to play with them. I melted and leaned back into his chest. My hand on its own worked to stroke his huge meat now hard pushing thru the thin spandex. The door opened and it was another co-worker who came in early. We were in the back by the kitchen so they couldn't see us. How could he know how horny I was just from my scent. I could feel me ass convulsing. I went back to my desk and did my work. I finished work early and grabbed some food at the cafe on campus before going to class. The guy who took my order was an older guy in his early 40's with a buzz cut and earrings. He smiled at me as I was trying to decide. I apologized and he said to take my time smiling at me. I ordered a bagel and coffee. He asked for my name and wrote it on the cup. He was looking me up and down and smiling. I was in a tshirt and my running shorts. Today it was my light grey and they were 3" inseam so a little short today. He brought my food out to the table. The cafe was empty as most people were in class. He was in a ripped jeans shorts down to his mid thigh, tight shirt and boots. "Here you go Dan" he said looking down at my crotch while placing my food down on the table. I could see his cock pushing thru his shorts. He kept staring at me and looking at my crotch. As I was sitting down my shorts creeped up my leg so high the head of my cock was pointing out and there was some precum on my leg probably from earlier in the office. "Oh sorry" I said pulling down my shorts "Don't apologize Dan. You are so nice on the eyes" he said. His back was to the counter and he grabbed his cock and rubbed it in front of my eyes. "Maybe we can grab coffee sometime" he said "Or if you want sometimes I like to meet up at the Hamilton basement, if you know what I mean" he said leaning into me. "You smell good" he said "Catch you later Dan" he said walking away. My cock was rock hard now. I ate my bagel and drank my coffee. As I ate I searched Hamilton building on campus and then basement. Nothing came up other than a map. Then I added gay men. Then bathroom gloryhole came up. Some posts on reddit that that bathroom and others in certain building on certain floors were places to hook up. Hamilton was listed as the sleaziest. I was intrigued and aroused. After class I went to use the bathroom. As I was at the urinal another guy came by, maybe early 30's. He wasn't peeing. He looked over at me and I at him. As I zipped up and looked over he was stroking a nice hard 7" cock. I just washed my hands and left. OMG what is going on in my life. All these men hitting on me.

I woke up the next morning and showered and ready for work and class. I was in the kitchen getting coffee and Rick came our dressed. "Good morning" I said "Good morning" Rick said back "Sorry if I woke you last night" Rick continued "Yeah no problem. A bit close to home but all good" I replied "Sorry I wasn't there to hook up. My co-workers wanted to go there. And he followed me into the bathroom and was quite aggressive" Rick said apologetically. "He really came up next to me in the urinal and kept checking me out and even reached over to grab a feel. So I took him into a stall and made him blow me off. He then begged me to fuck him bare. I told him I was POZ and he said yes" Rick went on "People started to come into the bathroom and told him not there and to come over to the house. Its not like we were at a gay cruise bar" He went on "Yeah ok just not mention to him about us please" I said "Of course. You not out to your friends yet?" Rick said "Or not sure where you are at" he went on "I think I know where I am at right now. I just realized it when I went to the health clinic" I said moving close to Rick and cozying up to him "I think right now I am gay. I am so attracted to you and want you so bad to be with you. I love the way you make me feel. I also notice more men now and actually how many flirt with me now. I never realized this in the past. Maybe it happened and I never knew or it's just happening to me now. I don't want to be with any women, only men and mainly you." I said "I am attracted to you my young beautiful Dan. I will guide you, protect you, help you push boundaries to your new life and new pleasures. Some may feel uncomfortable at first kind of like the first time I touched you but even more pleasureful for you" Rick said as he put his arm around me and kissed me. Our mouths opened and explored each other. "I guess I was also jealous of him that you were fucking him and not me" I said looking down. "I know it must have been difficult. I bet your pussy is aching for Daddys cock and hot poz cum" he said grabbing my ass. I could feel my ass clinch to his words. "Yes it is" I replied "Don't worry soon enough." Rick said "I gotta get going. I might work late so have a good night boy" Rick said. He kissed me and left. I stood there with a hard cock and my ass pulsing.

The week couldn't go by quick enough. By Thursday I was out of my mind and horny and fuck. Daddy also added another condition. He didn't allow me to touch myself or him. He said he wanted me feral for Saturday so I would be fertile for his sperm. My knees weekend and my ass squeezed when he said that. Feeling frisky I wore my shorter shorts to work. I knew the Professor liked me wearing shorts and these were short but still doable at school. Maybe 3-4" inseam but they were a bit tight. He clearly noticed and I could feel him stare at me at meetings. I was also checking out his thick meat when he first walked in wearing those tight spandex cycling shorts. He looked so hot in those. When I was doing some filing in the afternoon after class he came up from behind me and rubbed his thick cock against my ass. My ass automatically pushed back on his meat. Then I felt his finger under my shorts and underwear into my asshole. He pushed in deep quickly and hit my prostate. I tried not to make a noise. I started to breathe hard and he started to work my hole. It felt so good my body pushed back but I knew if I kept this up I would cum soon. I got my strength and tried to stand up and pull away but his other hand was on my shoulder and kept me where I was. I didn't know what to do. I could feel my cock leaking. "Your pussy is sucking on my finger. Fuck you are so horny aren't you boy" Professor whispered in my ear. I couldn't move and he was working my ass good. The only thing I could do was push come books off a nearby shelf. It made a loud thump which created some commotion in the office. "Dan you ok back there" the office secretary said and I could hear her heels walking towards the back. The Professor pulled out his finger and walked away and I stood up quickly. He walked passed her. "Everything is ok, he just pushed over some books by accident. He is fine" the Professor told her She walked back to the front. I looked down and I had a wet spot on the front of my shorts. I cleaned up the books and then sat back down at my desk. Whew that was close I thought. I just need to get to Saturday. After work I decided to go for a swim at the pool. I put on my speedos and jumped in. The pool had a few other guys doing laps. I swam laps for about 20 minutes. It helped to calm me down and focus. I got out of the pool and went into the shower. There was a older guy in their taking a shower and I started to shower too. I kept showering and felt eyes on me. I turned and he was looking at me rinsing off. He smiled and I politely smiled back. As he was lathering his front he stroked his meat and it was semihard. I tried not to look. I kept showering and finished before him. I dried off and got dressed then went to use the bathroom. As I walked out he was getting dressed and wearing spandex briefs which outlined his semihard cock. "I haven't see you around here before. I am Ray" he said holding out his hand. "Hi I am Dan. I am kind of new here and only been here once before." I said He held onto my hand. "You have a nice stroke. You do competitive swimming?" he said "In high school. I just do it to exercise and relax now" I said "I coach the team here if you are interested" he said finally releasing my hand. I could see his cock getting hard. He noticed my sneak look. "There is a team here?" I asked "Yes there is. Its small and we are looking for new guys. We mostly compete with the other community colleges in the area." he said "If you want here is my card and email. I also teach here. It's not super serious. We practice 3x per week and compete once a month." he said I took the card. "Looks like you spilled or leaked something" he said pointing to my shorts which still had the precum stain on the front. "Oh yeah thanks. From my drink earlier. I gotta run." I said and walked away. I was off to meet some friends for drinks and pizza. I couldn't imagine how I missed all these men before. Did I get hit on and not notice or maybe they sense I might be interested now that I have had sex with other men. It seems there are so many more gay men around me than I thought. And I have to admit to myself sexy ones too. I felt sexy and beautiful for some reason and my cock got hard. What have I been missing all this time I thought to myself. I met up with my friends. They also brought out some of their other friends to hang out. There was a mix of guys and gals. There were also two openly gay guys around my age but a little older maybe 20 yrs old or so. We drank and ate and we all talked. They were all cool and fun. One of the gay guys was looking me over. I pretended I didn't see it. Then out of the corner of my eye I saw Rick. It looks like he was with other men and women around his age and some a little younger. He saw me and I didn't know what to do. I waved nonchalantly and then went back to the people I was talking with who were the friends of my friends including the two gay guys, one other guy his gf. Rick waved back. "Who is that guy you waved to" one of the gf asked. "My landlord" I said "Oh cool. He comes to college town" she said "I guess. I have never seen him here before. Looks like work people" I said "He's handsome" one of the gay guys said, I think his name was Chris "Really?" the guys gf whose name I think was Stef "Hmmm I can see that but not my type" the other gay guy said his name I think was Lane They all looked at me." I don't know he is just my landlord. I pay rent." I said "Yeah he is hot. Not your normal model handsome but something sexy about him. Very primal and nasty." said Chris "Nah not my type but I like more bear daddy types" he said "I am not sure I would say he is handsome but I guess I could see how that is someone's type", Stef said I thought yes he was handsome and sexy. You have no idea how sexy he is. We carried on for the night and then some of us went to another bar. Chris, Stef and her bf and Lane stayed behind. I finally got home at 11pm. I changed clothes and went to use the bathroom. I hear noises coming from Rick's room. I walked over quietly and peeked in. It was Chris on his back being fucked by Rick. I pulled back so he wouldn't see me. How did this happen. "Ohhhh fuck me Rick please" I heard Chris moan. I could hear Rick slap against his ass pummeling him. My ass started to tighten hearing that sound. My cock started to get hard. My hand went to my cock but I stopped from stroking. "Yeah you want Daddy's seed in you don't you. Beg for it bitch" Rick said "Ohhh yes Daddy fuck me with your POZ seed." he said "Yeah your a dirty whore sucking my cock while I was taking a leak." Rick said WTF did I just hear???? "Yes I knew I wanted you when I saw you" Chris moaned "Yeah your a sloppys slut. You have a loose hole boy" Rick said pounding into him "Here it comes bitch. Your poz load" Rick said "Ahhhh yes" said Chris. I peeked back in and could see him shooting all over. Rick kept fucking him and I could hear them kiss and make out. Then I heard. "OMG I cant believe I took a POZ load" I heard Chris say "Yeah boy you know you wanted it. You begged for it in the bathroom. I told you I was POZ" Rick replied "I never thought I would go thru with it" Chris said "Its okay I might take and it might not" Rick said I heard them kiss more than I heard someone get up. "I need to go. Thank you for tonight it was hot." Chris said I quietly walked back to my room quickly and turned off the light. I heard Chris leave. I lay in bed thinking of what I just heard and what happened.

Spending the weekend in Palm Springs, I posted the following on Sniffies: "My Daddy is whoring me out all day today on at the cum-piggiest sex spots in Palm Springs - CCBC and Club 541. Hit me up if you need to breed. 🐷 💦" We started our day at CCBC, cruising the public play areas. I checked in and posted exactly where I was and that I would be wearing a Treasure Island Media red sports jock. I bent over in the center of the main room and Daddy rammed into me and fucked me for several minutes, giving me the first load to lube up for what came next. As soon as he pulled out I felt a second cock shove into me as a man slipped in behind and pounded until he came. I didn't look back to see what he looked like, which made me feel even sluttier. After that I slipped a black blindfold over my eyes and patiently waited for my third load. It didn't take long. As the afternoon passed I sucked cock and took dick throughout the various public play spaces, occasionally getting another fuck from my Daddy. One particularly hot load took place when I was blindfolded in the sling. I felt a hand fingering my loaded ass and a man whisper to himself "Oh good, you're still here..." I knew he must have seen the sniffies post and came ready to cum. He slipped in, gasping as he felt how wet my hole was already getting. "Fucking breed me!" I gasped. He said "You got it baby," and with just a few strokes he slammed into me and pulsed a huge load into me that I could feel tingling inside me. "Thank you" I whispered as he pulled out and slipped away. I reached down and tasted him on my my fingers. Later after a little rest by the pool I was again in the main playspace, ass up in the center with my blindfold off checking out the men. Two stepped next to me - a sexy silver-haired daddy who got bent over right next to my face by a younger hard-bodied athlete. I watched the dicking happening inches away from me and once they noticed me watching they started exhibitionist fucking for my benefit. The sexy daddy invited me to put my hands on them and I felt them up as they continued to fuck, occasionally stopping so that they could both take turns getting head from me from where I was kneeling ass up. We started getting a bit of a crowd around us. Suddenly I felt a cock positioning itself at my ass (I was still bent over) and a gasp escaped me as it began to shove in. It was fucking huge. I moaned in pleasure even as I struggled to take it. A gruff low voice behind me said "Put your head down and your ass up, bitch. That's right. Now take it!" That big dick started slamming into me relentlessly, clearly settling in for a long, hard fuck. I growled, unsure if I could actually take this, but I decided to submit to it fully. "Yes please, make me your bitch! Fucking own my hole," I cried and gave myself to his thrusts. He grunted in affirmation and started fucking me even harder, pleased that I was opening up, taking him all. A random cock was shoved in my mouth and more cocks were stroked around me as we became a show. Eventually he slammed home and slapped my ass, grunting deeply. He came around to where I had collapsed face-down on the bench. He was a very tall, sexy bear with a cock that was clearly as thick as my forearm. I thanked him for the fuck and proceeded to suck him off, reveling in the fact that I was able to take this fucker in the middle of a pump-and-dump. This got him hard again, and now that I was warmed up he proceeded to fuck me twice more with short breaks, finishing with him laying on the long bench with me riding him cowboy. By then I was just a fucking machine, riding his dick for all I was worth. One more orgasm from him and I pulled off his cock, gaping. My daddy and a couple of the guys watching applauded, and I felt like I had gotten to be quite the unplanned exhibitionist. Wiped out from such a marathon fuck (and knowing I probably wasn't going to top that experience) we chatted for a bit about what a fantastic fuck that was, telling him "You have the perfect cock. I will be your bitch anytime". Daddy and I headed back to his place to nap and prepare for the piggy festivities later that evening. As we headed out I updated my post on Sniffies "Nine loads! And thank you sir with the absolutely massive cock - you made my day, and my cumdump day has just begun..." To be continued...

Tommy adjusted the straps on his backpack for the third time since leaving the subway station. The weight of the gear inside made his shoulders ache, but it was a familiar discomfort, one he welcomed like an old friend stopping by unannounced. His sneakers scuffed against the pavement as he rounded the corner, the neon sign of Club Z buzzing faintly in the distance. The late afternoon sun cast long shadows, but the heat hadn’t let up—sweat dotted his temples, and he swiped at it with the back of his hand, careful not to smudge his glasses. He wasn’t usually the type to arrive this early, but tonight was different. The sling room wasn’t cheap, and he’d spent the last two weeks meticulously planning what he’d bring, what he’d wear, and how he’d set everything up. The ad had gone live three hours ago—already, his phone had buzzed twice with responses, but he’d ignored them. First things first: the room had to be perfect. The bouncer at Club Z barely glanced at his ID, just waved him through with a bored nod. Inside, the air was thick with the scent of disinfectant and something muskier underneath—like leather left too long in the sun. The club wasn’t busy yet, just a few early birds nursing drinks at the bar or lounging on the sofas near the back. Tommy kept his head down as he made his way to the stairs, the backpack shifting awkwardly against his hips. Room 309 was smaller than he’d expected, but the sling dominated the space, bolted to the ceiling with thick straps dangling like an invitation. He dropped his bag onto the vinyl-covered floor, the sound muffled but heavy, and took a slow breath. The adrenaline was starting to prickle at the base of his skull, that familiar mix of nerves and anticipation. He unzipped the backpack with practiced efficiency, laying out the cuffs, the gag, the toys in neat rows on the dresser. His phone buzzed again. This time, he checked it—a message from someone with a wolf emoji in their username. *Saw your ad. Still looking?* Tommy bit his lip, then typed back, *Yeah. Room 309. Give me twenty to set up.* He hesitated, then added, *Bring your worst.* Tommy’s fingers trembled slightly as he fastened the last strap of the wrist cuffs to the sling’s frame, giving it a firm tug to test its hold. The metal D-ring didn’t budge. Good. He stepped back, surveying the room—the harness draped over the dresser, the ball gag gleaming under the dim overhead light, the gas mask with its fogged lenses staring blankly at the ceiling. Everything was in its place. Almost. He adjusted the blindfold, folding it neatly beside the rest, then wiped his palms on his thighs. The room was warmer now, the air thick with the scent of rubber and his own nervous sweat. A knock at the door made his stomach lurch. Too soon. He hadn’t even changed yet. Tommy hesitated, then called out, “Twenty minutes, remember?” The knock came again, harder this time, followed by a low chuckle. “Yeah, yeah. But you said *worst,* pigboi. You really wanna keep me waiting?” The voice was rough, edged with amusement, and Tommy’s breath hitched. He crossed the room in three strides, yanking the door open before he could second-guess himself. The man on the other side was taller than he’d expected—broad-shouldered, with a close-cropped beard and eyes that flicked over Tommy like he was already taking inventory. He wore a fitted black tee, sleeves rolled to show off thick forearms, and a pair of boots that looked like they’d seen more than a few dungeon floors. “You’re early,” Tommy said, and immediately cringed at how breathy it sounded. The man grinned, stepping inside without waiting for an invite. “And you’re not even dressed.” He nudged the backpack with his toe, then picked up the harness, turning it over in his hands. “Nice gear. You break it in yet?” Tommy shook his head, pulse thudding in his throat. The man’s presence filled the room, his energy like a live wire. “No. It’s—it’s new.” Another chuckle. “Good.” He tossed the harness back onto the dresser and closed the distance between them in one stride, crowding Tommy against the wall. His hand came up, calloused fingers brushing Tommy’s jaw. “Blindfold first,” he murmured. “Then we’ll see how much of that *worst* you can take.” Tommy's breath stuttered as the blindfold was pulled tight over his eyes, the sudden darkness making his other senses flare to life. The man's calloused thumb traced the hinge of his jaw before gripping his chin, tilting his face up. "Eyes on me, pigboi," the man murmured, though Tommy couldn't see a damn thing—just the heat of his breath, the press of his body pinning him to the wall. A shiver raced down his spine when the man's other hand slid down to his belt, working the buckle with a practiced flick. The leather hissed as it was pulled free, and Tommy's stomach tightened. He'd expected commands, roughness, maybe even a slap—but the slow, deliberate way the man undressed him was worse. Every brush of fingers against his skin felt like a brand. His shirt was tugged over his head, the cool air hitting his sweat-damp chest, and then the man's palm flattened over his sternum, pushing him back until his shoulders hit the sling's straps. "Arms up," came the order, and Tommy obeyed without thinking, his wrists slotting into the cuffs dangling from the frame. The metal clicked shut, snug but not biting—yet. A low whistle. "Look at you." The man's voice had dropped, rough with approval. Tommy could hear him circling the sling, boots scuffing against the vinyl, and then a warm hand gripped his hip. "You even shaved for this." The touch trailed down, teasing along the crease of his thigh, and Tommy jerked against the restraints, his breath coming faster. The man chuckled, the sound dark with promise. "Gag next. Open." The ball gag was slick with spit before it even touched his lips, the man pressing it into place with a thumb hooked under the strap. Tommy whined around it, the stretch of his jaw immediate, the drool already pooling under his tongue. The man patted his cheek, almost affectionate. "Better." Then, without warning, a sharp slap landed on his bare thigh—stinging, bright, just shy of too much. Tommy gasped, his body arching, and the man hummed. "Oh, you *like* that." Another slap, higher this time, and Tommy's cock twitched against his thigh, shame and want twisting together in his gut. The sting of the slap still burned on his skin when the man's fingers dug into Tommy's hips, yanking him forward until his back left the support of the sling. The sudden shift made his shoulders protest, the cuffs biting just enough to remind him they were there. A grunt escaped around the gag, muffled and wet. The man’s laugh was close, his breath hot against Tommy’s ear. "You’re gonna take what I give you, yeah?" Not a question. Tommy nodded anyway, his throat working around a swallow. "You gonna rush so hard pig" SLAMBOSS ordered. The first touch of the harness against his bare chest made him flinch—cold leather, stiff with newness. The man made a tsking sound as he adjusted the straps, pulling them tight enough to make Tommy’s ribs ache. "Breathe," he ordered, and Tommy did, shallow and quick, as buckles were fastened with methodical precision. The harness hugged him like a second skin now, the D-rings digging into his flesh with every expansion of his lungs. A finger hooked under one of the straps, tugging sharply. "Color?" The word was clipped, no-nonsense. Tommy forced out a garbled "Green," around the gag. The man’s hands dropped lower, palming Tommy’s cock through his briefs, and he arched into the touch with a whine. "Eager," the man mused, then yanked the fabric down in one rough motion. The air hit Tommy’s exposed skin like a shock, his cock twitching against his stomach. A thumb swiped over the head, smearing precome, and Tommy’s hips jerked uselessly in the sling’s hold. The man chuckled, stepping back just out of reach. "Not yet, pigboi." The clink of metal made Tommy’s breath hitch—the cock and ball toys, he realized, being lifted from the dresser. The man’s hands were sure as he fitted the ring around Tommy’s base, the cold steel a sharp contrast to his heated skin. Another whimper built in his throat as the man tightened it just shy of painful, then attached the weights with a satisfied grunt. "There." A slap to Tommy’s inner thigh, lighter this time, almost playful. "Now you’ll remember who owns you tonight." The weights swung heavily between Tommy’s thighs, each slight movement sending a jolt through him, the metal cool and unyielding against his overheated skin. The man’s boots creaked as he stepped back, and Tommy strained his ears, trying to track him in the darkness. A hand suddenly fisted in his hair, yanking his head back. "You’re shaking," the man observed, voice dripping with dark amusement. "Good." The grip tightened, forcing Tommy’s throat into a vulnerable arch just as something smooth and cold—the gas mask—was pressed over his nose and mouth. The straps cinched tight behind his head, the rubber sealing with a faint suction. Panic flared for a split second before the man’s thumb stroked his temple. "Breathe," he murmured, and Tommy did, the air hissing through the filters, his own exhales loud in his ears. The world narrowed to touch and sound. The man’s calloused palms dragged down Tommy’s chest, tweaking his nipples through the harness straps until they ached, then lower, tracing the divots of his hips. A finger prodded at his hole—dry, just shy of cruel—and Tommy jerked, a muffled noise escaping the gag. The man chuckled. "Uh-uh. You don’t get to decide when." He withdrew, and Tommy heard the rustle of fabric, the clink of a belt buckle. Anticipation coiled in his gut. A slick sound—lube, Tommy realized—and then two fingers pushed into him without warning, stretching him open in one ruthless thrust. He cried out, the sound trapped behind rubber and silicone, his body clamping down instinctively. The man shushed him, working his fingers deeper, crooking them just enough to make Tommy’s toes curl. "There it is," he muttered, pressing harder, and stars burst behind Tommy’s eyelids as pleasure sparked up his spine. The fingers withdrew abruptly, leaving him clenching around nothing. The head of the man’s cock nudged against him, blunt and insistent. Tommy braced, but there was no slow build—just one relentless push, seating the man to the hilt in a single stroke. The gasp that tore from Tommy’s throat was ragged, his body arching against the restraints. The man stilled, his breath hot against Tommy’s ear. "Fuck, you’re tight." A hand gripped Tommy’s hip, holding him in place as the man pulled out almost entirely, then slammed back in. The pace was brutal from the start, each thrust jolting Tommy forward in the sling, the D-rings of the harness digging into his flesh. Tommy’s body jerked with each thrust, the sling creaking under the force, his wrists pulling against the cuffs until the metal bit into his skin. The pain was sharp, bright—a counterpoint to the pleasure coiling tighter in his gut with every snap of the man’s hips. The gas mask fogged with each ragged exhale, the filters hissing, and Tommy could hear his own heartbeat pounding in his ears, louder than the slap of skin against skin. The man’s fingers dug into his thighs, holding him open, and Tommy could feel the sweat dripping down his chest, pooling in the hollows of the harness straps. A particularly rough thrust knocked the breath from his lungs, and the man growled, low and approving. “That’s it—take it.” His voice was gritted, strained, like he was holding back just as much as Tommy was. The thought sent a fresh wave of heat through him, his cock twitching against the steel ring, the weights swinging heavily between his legs. The man’s hand slid up, gripping the harness straps at Tommy’s chest, using them like reins to yank him back onto each thrust. “Fuck, you look good like this,” he muttered, his breath hot against Tommy’s ear. “All trussed up and taking it.” Tommy whined around the gag, his hips canting up helplessly, trying to meet the man’s rhythm. The man chuckled, dark and knowing, and slowed his pace deliberately, drawing out each stroke until Tommy was writhing, his muffled pleas lost in the rubber of the mask. “Patience, pigboi,” the man murmured, his thumb brushing over Tommy’s bottom lip where it stretched around the gag. “You’ll get what you came for.” The sudden change in angle was brutal—the man shifted, lifting Tommy’s legs higher, and the next thrust hit *just there*, forcing a choked scream around the gag. Then, like a switch flipped, the man pulled out completely, leaving Tommy trembling and empty. The absence of the man’s cock left Tommy shuddering, his body straining against the restraints, every nerve alight with frustrated need. Then—a new sound cut through the haze: the sharp *click* of a lighter, followed by the acrid, chemical tang of smoke curling into the air. Tommy’s nostrils flared beneath the gas mask, the scent unmistakable. His breath hitched, and suddenly, the filters clogged—thick, cloying smoke flooded the tube, pouring into his mouth and nose with each desperate inhale. Panic spiked through him as his lungs seized, the smoke scorching his throat. He jerked against the cuffs, his gagged cries muffled by the mask’s rubber seal. The man’s voice, now laced with something darker, slithered into his ear: "Breathe, pigboi. You wanted my worst." A rough hand gripped the back of the mask, tilting Tommy’s head back further, forcing him to swallow the smoke as it coiled deeper into his chest. His vision swam, the edges blurring with tears, but the man didn’t relent. "That’s it—take it all." A second voice, unfamiliar and rasping with amusement, cut through the fog. "Look at him—goddamn smoke pig." Fingers, calloused and reeking of nicotine, tapped the mask’s lens. "You ready to really earn that name?" Tommy’s pulse hammered in his throat. He hadn’t known there was someone else in the room. The realization sent a fresh wave of dread—or was it excitement?—coursing through him. The sharp bite of the needle was unexpected—Tommy jerked against the restraints with a muffled yelp, the sting radiating from the base of his cock like a lit fuse. The man—no, *SLAMBOSS*—grunted, his fingers pressing hard against the injection site to stem the tiny bead of blood that welled up. "Trimix'take the edge off," he muttered, though the rough edge of his voice suggested it wouldn't be the kind of relief Tommy was used to. The drug hit fast, a slow burn spreading through his groin, his cock twitching against the steel ring as it began to swell beyond its usual limits, the weights swinging heavier between his thighs. Cold lube splashed over his balls, dripping down his perineum in thick rivulets. Tommy gasped around the gag as SLAMBOSS's fingers spread it roughly, coating every inch of his sac and the tight furl of his hole with slick, clinical precision. The man's chuckle was low, predatory. "Gonna milk you dry, pigboi." The words sent a jolt through Tommy’s gut, his cock throbbing in time with his heartbeat, the trimix turning every pulse into a slow, aching throb. The milking began without ceremony—SLAMBOSS’s fist closed around Tommy’s cock, stroking with brutal efficiency, the lube making every pull a slick, torturous slide. The trimix turned his nerves into live wires, every drag of the man’s hand sending sparks up his spine, his balls drawing up tight. The second man exhaled another plume of smoke directly into Tommy’s gas mask tube, the fumes mixing with his ragged panting. "That’s it," the stranger crooned, tapping ash onto Tommy’s bare chest. "Let it fuck you up." Tommy's orgasm coiled tight in his gut, a white-hot wire about to snap—then the cold, blunt press of the dildo breached him, spreading him wide just as SLAMBOSS's fist twisted brutally around his cock. The sensation tore a garbled scream from his throat, the gag muffling it into something pathetic and wet. His hips bucked wildly, the sling's straps creaking under his thrashing, but the man holding him didn't relent. The dildo pushed deeper, the ridges catching on his rim with each merciless inch, stretching him beyond what he thought he could take. A rubber strap slithered around his right bicep, tightening with a sudden, clinical *snap*. Tommy flinched, the pressure sharp enough to make his fingers tingle. The second man's breath was hot against his ear as he adjusted the strap, his voice rough with amusement. "Gotta keep that arm still, smoke pig. Wouldn't want you squirming out of your fun." The strap bit into his flesh, the restriction oddly grounding even as the dildo began to move in slow, deliberate thrusts, fucking him open with methodical precision. SLAMBOSS's grip on his cock shifted, his thumb pressing hard against the slit, smearing precome in tight circles. "Feel that?" he growled, the dildo hitting a spot that made Tommy's vision whiten. "That's your fucking prostate. Gonna milk it like a cow." The comparison should have been humiliating—but all Tommy could focus on was the relentless rhythm, the way his body clenched around the intruding toy, the way his cock pulsed in SLAMBOSS's fist like it was trying to fucking *beg*. The second man exhaled another lungful of smoke into the mask's tube, the acrid haze flooding Tommy's senses just as the dildo twisted inside him, pressing hard against his sweet spot. His back arched, his toes curling, and for a terrifying, exhilarating moment, he teetered on the edge—right there, *right there*—but SLAMBOSS's hand stilled abruptly, his grip turning punishing. "Nuh-uh," the man growled, his thumb digging into the slit of Tommy's cock, smearing precome in slow circles. "Not yet." The words hit Tommy before the pain did. *"You're not Tommy anymore,"* SLAMBOSS growled, his voice grinding against Tommy's eardrums like gravel. A rough hand twisted in Tommy's hair, yanking his head back until his throat strained taut. *"You're PIGBOI now. Say it."* Tommy tried to shake his head—or thought he did—but the gas mask's straps bit deeper into his skull as SLAMBOSS tightened his grip. The dildo inside him pulsed, some sadistic remote setting making it twitch against his prostate. His vision swam, the trimix turning his cock into a swollen, aching weight between his legs. *"P-Pig—"* he garbled around the gas mask, drool soaking his chin. SLAMBOSS's laugh was a dark, wet thing. *"Good start."* His other hand trailed down Tommy's chest, nails scraping over the harness straps before pinching a nipple hard enough to make Tommy jerk. *"PIGBOI doesn't think. Doesn't say no. Just takes—cocks, drugs, fists, whatever the fuck we stuff in him."* The second man—still nameless, still circling like a shark—exhaled another lungful of smoke into the mask's tube. Tommy coughed, his lungs seizing as the acrid fumes coiled deeper. *"Look at him,"* the stranger mused, tapping ash onto Tommy's heaving chest. *"Already halfway there."* SLAMBOSS's fingers dug into Tommy's jaw. *"Gonna make sure you don't come back."* He leaned in, his breath hot against Tommy's ear. *"Gonna fuck you so dumb, you'll beg for it."* The syringe glinted under the dim red light as SLAMBOSS tapped it with a fingernail, the plunger already drawn back to the 70cc mark. The liquid inside was thick, honey-colored, clinging to the glass in viscous streaks. PIGBOI’s breath hitched behind the mask, his chest rising and falling too fast—he knew what that was. Knew what it *did*. SLAMBOSS’s thumb brushed over the needle’s tip, testing its sharpness. "Last chance, pig," he murmured, though the words weren’t kind. They were a blade held to PIGBOI’s throat, a dare disguised as mercy. "You tap out now, you walk away with your pretty little brain intact." He leaned in, close enough for PIGBOI to smell the nicotine on his breath. "But once this hits your vein, you’re *mine*. Not Tommy. Not even PIGBOI. Just a fucked-out hole waiting for orders." The second man chuckled, his boot nudging PIGBOI’s splayed thigh. "Bet he’s already gone," he mused, flicking ash onto PIGBOI’s chest. "Look at him—*dripping*." SLAMBOSS’s fingers wrapped around PIGBOI’s bicep, squeezing until the vein bulged under his skin. The alcohol swab was cold, the sting of it sharp and fleeting. Then—the needle’s bite, deeper this time, sliding home with practiced ease. PIGBOI whined around the gag as SLAMBOSS depressed the plunger slowly, *so slowly*, the drug burning its way into his bloodstream like molten lead. "Count," SLAMBOSS ordered, his voice rough. PIGBOI tried. He *tried*. But the numbers dissolved before they reached his lips, his thoughts turning to sludge as the rush hit—a tidal wave of heat, of weightlessness, of *nothing*. His vision blurred at the edges, the room tilting dangerously. SLAMBOSS’s face swam above him, distorted and grinning. "Good boy," SLAMBOSS crooned, withdrawing the needle with a final, cruel twist. He pressed a thumb to the puncture, smearing the bead of blood across PIGBOI’s skin. "Now let’s see how much of you’s left." The second man stepped forward, his shadow falling over PIGBOI’s prone form. "Think he’ll remember his name?" he asked, voice laced with mock concern. SLAMBOSS snorted, cuffing PIGBOI’s cheek lightly. "Doubt it." He leaned in, his breath hot against PIGBOI’s ear. "Who are you?" PIGBOI’s mouth worked uselessly around the gag, spit pooling under his tongue. The words wouldn’t come—or maybe they weren’t there at all. His thoughts slithered like eels through the thick syrup of the rush, impossible to catch. SLAMBOSS grinned, wide and predatory, and gripped the gas mask straps. With one sharp tug, the mask came free, the cold air hitting PIGBOI’s sweat-slick face like a slap. Before he could gasp, thick rubber pressed over his eyes—a hood, its interior lined with something slick, sealing tight with a *pop* as SLAMBOSS worked it down over his skull. PIGBOI whined, the sound muffled and wet, as SLAMBOSS’s fingers pried his jaw wider. The dog bone gag clicked into place, the metal frame forcing his mouth open in a permanent, drooling gape. "Better," SLAMBOSS murmured, running a thumb over PIGBOI’s bottom lip. "Now you look like what you are." The rush hit harder then, a tidal wave of heat and static crashing through PIGBOI’s veins. His cock throbbed against the steel ring, the weights swinging heavy between his thighs, but the pleasure was distant—secondary to the *emptiness*, the yawning void where his thoughts used to be. His hole clenched around nothing, greedy and open, as if begging to be filled. The rubber-gloved hand pressed into PIGBOI’s hole with no preamble, slick lube smeared in rough circles before two fingers breached him without warning. He gasped around the dog bone gag, his body jerking against the restraints as the fingers twisted inside him, spreading him open with clinical efficiency. The stretch burned—just shy of too much—but the sting was already fading under the drug haze, his body yielding like warm wax. Above him, SLAMBOSS exhaled sharply, his free hand wrapping around PIGBOI’s cock with a grip that bordered on cruel. The trimix made every nerve hypersensitive; even the callouses on SLAMBOSS’s palm felt like sandpaper as he stroked PIGBOI’s length in slow, deliberate pulls. Precome dribbled from the slit, slicking SLAMBOSS’s thumb as it swiped over the head in tight circles. PIGBOI’s hips bucked helplessly, the sling’s straps creaking under his thrashing, but the fingers inside him didn’t relent. They crooked suddenly, pressing hard against his prostate, and PIGBOI’s vision whited out for a split second, his cry muffled by the gag. SLAMBOSS chuckled, dark and low, his thumb rubbing punishing circles into the sensitive spot under PIGBOI’s cockhead. "Look at him," he muttered, more to the second man than to PIGBOI. "Already fucking ruined." The fingers withdrew abruptly, leaving PIGBOI clenching around nothing, his hole twitching with the ghost of their presence. SLAMBOSS’s hand on his cock didn’t stop—if anything, the pace increased, his grip tightening just shy of painful. PIGBOI’s breath hitched, his balls drawing up tight, the pleasure coiling in his gut like a live wire. He was close—so close—but SLAMBOSS’s thumb pressed hard against his slit, smearing precome in slow, torturous circles. "Nuh-uh," SLAMBOSS growled, his voice rough with amusement. "Not yet, pigboi." The second man’s shadow fell over PIGBOI’s prone form, his boot nudging PIGBOI’s splayed thighs wider. "Think he can take it?" he asked, his voice laced with mock concern. SLAMBOSS snorted, cuffing PIGBOI's cheek lightly. "Rule's simple, pig," he growled, his breath hot against PIGBOI's ear. "Every load I pump into this greedy hole"—his fingers twisted inside PIGBOI without warning,, wrenching a garbled cry from his throat—"you pay back. One for one." He withdrew his fingers with a wet *pop*, holding them up to the dim light, glistening. "Starting now." The cold press of lube against PIGBOI's hole came next, slick and thick, before SLAMBOSS's cockhead nudged at his rim, blunt and unrelenting. PIGBOI's breath hitched behind the hood, his body straining against the sling's straps—but there was no preparation, no easing in. SLAMBOSS sheathed himself to the hilt in one brutal thrust, the impact rattling PIGBOI's teeth around the gag. "First," SLAMBOSS grunted, his hips already pistoning, each snap of his pelvis driving PIGBOI deeper into the sling's unforgiving embrace. The pace was merciless from the start, the slap of skin echoing off the padded walls. PIGBOI's cock twitched against his stomach, swollen and aching, the steel ring biting into his base as the weights swung heavily between his thighs. SLAMBOSS's hand closed around PIGBOI's length on the next downward stroke, his grip tightening just shy of painful. "Pay up, pig," he snarled, twisting his fist on the upstroke, his thumb pressing hard into PIGBOI's slit. The dual sensation—SLAMBOSS's cock hammering his prostate, his hand working PIGBOI's oversensitive flesh—threatened to unravel him instantly. PIGBOI's toes curled, his back arching, but SLAMBOSS's free hand planted firmly on his chest, pinning him down. "Not yet," he warned, his voice dripping with dark amusement. "Gotta earn it." The rhythm was relentless, SLAMBOSS's hips driving forward with punishing precision, his hand matching the pace on PIGBOI's cock. Every drag of his palm sent sparks up PIGBOI's spine, every twist of his wrist pulled another broken sound from PIGBOI's gagged mouth. The drug haze made it impossible to focus—pleasure and pain blurred into one searing, all-consuming feedback loop. SLAMBOSS's breath hitched suddenly, his thrusts losing their brutal precision. His fingers dug into PIGBOI's thigh, nails biting deep as he buried himself to the root with a guttural groan. Heat flooded PIGBOI's insides, the wet pulse of SLAMBOSS's release triggering a full-body shudder. SLAMBOSS didn't stop. His grip on PIGBOI's cock tightened further, his strokes turning ruthless. "Your turn, pig," he panted, his hips still grinding shallowly, milking his own orgasm as he worked PIGBOI toward the edge. The overstimulation was excruciating—PIGBOI's cock ached, the steel ring constricting his base, the weights tugging mercilessly at his swollen sac. The second man laughed, low and dark, his fingers trailing through the mess on PIGBOI's chest. "Think he'll pop just from being pumped full?" he mused, smearing SLAMBOSS's come across PIGBOI's trembling abs. SLAMBOSS's grin was all teeth. "Let's find out." He leaned in, his breath hot against PIGBOI's ear. "Gonna milk you dry, pigboi." His fist twisted brutally on the upstroke, his thumb pressing hard into PIGBOI's slit—and just like that, PIGBOI was gone. White-hot pleasure detonated at the base of his spine, his vision whiting out as his cock pulsed violently in SLAMBOSS's grip. Nothing came—the ring saw to that—but the dry orgasm wracked his body all the same, his hole clamping down on SLAMBOSS's softening cock in erratic spasms. SLAMBOSS chuckled, dark and satisfied, as he finally released PIGBOI's oversensitive flesh. "One for one," he murmured, dragging his fingers through the mess on PIGBOI's stomach. "And we're just getting started."

Yes. It counts. We sound like the Council of Nicea. We should write The Cumdump's Creed.

SINGLE CHAPTER My name is Paul, I live in Brazil, and I've always had a fetish for poz men. I met a man on Tinder named Rodrigo. We started talking, exchanged phone numbers and some nudes. When the weekend arrived, we arranged to meet at a shopping mall on Sunday. We met, we got along well, then he invited me to his apartment, which wasn't very far away. When we arrived, I thought we were going to have sex right away, but he made me sit on the living room sofa and continued talking about random things. That made me feel discouraged, and I immediately wanted to go home. But when I said I needed to leave, he finally started kissing me. We made out a lot, until we started taking our clothes off. “I want you,” he said. “I want you to fuck me,” I replied. We continued kissing and having a great time. I could feel every pore of him desiring my body, our hands feeling each other's muscles through our clothes. My body desired every inch of his body; he pressed against me with that defined stomach, and with a considerable bulge in his underwear, which was hard as a diamond, and I reciprocated in the same way. He ran his hands over my chest, down to my hips and back, driving me crazy with lust. He made me want him more with each touch. Suddenly he grabbed me by the waist, bringing my body closer to his, and began to caress my penis with his own through our underwear. I was already desperate with lust and thought that if he touched my penis, I would instantly ejaculate. Rodrigo threw me onto the sofa, pulled down my underwear, and I could see that imposing member in front of me. It was all white, with a pink head, the foreskin covering it, leaving only the tip exposed. The veins were well-defined, and the huge cock pulsed like a heart. It was quite hairy at the base, large and thick. I don't know what came over me, but I knew I wanted that whole cock in my mouth. I knelt in front of him and started sucking, a little awkwardly. “Yeah, suck my cock,” Rodrigo said. I gave that guy a great blowjob, he asked me to sit back down on the couch, and he started sucking on my nipples. He was possessed by lust, he took off my underwear and went down on my cock. As soon as he took it in his mouth, the orgasm was inevitable, and I ejaculated all over his face and mouth. I had never seen so much cum come out of my cock, I gave the guy a bath, and he took my cock and rubbed it on his face, his chest and his mouth, until my cock was completely clean. Incredibly, my cock didn't go soft, always pointing upwards, and the guy went back to giving me a blowjob. Because he sucked so masterfully, I yelled: “You fucking faggot, what a mouth you have, you were born to suck cock. That's it, suck this whole cock, that's what you like, get more milk from your man, suck my balls, put it all in your mouth.” And every time he spoke, the better the man sucked me. He sucked my balls and, while playing with them, started running his little finger over my asshole. I was writhing with lust. Rodrigo stopped sucking my balls, lifted my legs, and left my little hole completely exposed, then gave my hole a deep suck, and I yelled: “You bastard, what a fucking mouth you have, you're driving me crazy with it.” “Let's go to the bedroom,” Rodrigo said. I followed him to a room next to the living room. In the center of the room was a simple double bed with white sheets. Rodrigo pushed me onto it, lying on top of me and starting to kiss me. Instinctively, I wrapped my legs around his body. Rodrigo reached for my hole and started fucking my ass with two fingers. I was already surrendered to the anal pleasure he was giving me, and since his fingers weren't filling me as much as I wanted, I yelled: “Put that fucking cock inside me and tear my ass apart, you son of a bitch!” He then positioned the head of his cock at my entrance and shoved it all in at once. I saw stars from the pain. I let out a scream, and with his cock fully inside, he kissed my ear and said: “Didn't you want my cock inside you? Now you'll have to take it.” I tried to relax and get used to the foreign body inside me, and I was willing to make that hot guy cum with my gaping holes. The pain subsided and I started to move. That was the green light he wanted, so he started with a slow back and forth, giving it a little shake, so I could get used to it. After a while, he started with strong, alternating thrusts. Then he would pull his whole cock out, making me feel empty, and put it all in at once, eliciting deep sighs. Rodrigo placed one of my feet on his chest and took the other to his mouth, sucking my toes while he pounded his cock into my ass. While he was fucking my ass frantically, I rubbed the sole of my foot on his face. He licked it, and fucked harder. I started thinking about how that hot man was inside me. That delicious cock I'd wanted to swallow minutes before was now entirely inside my ass. Rodrigo was incredibly horny, desperately wanting me; I could feel it through his breath and the things he said. "What a hot ass you have," he repeated. "It feels so good." I relaxed more and more, then I began to feel an absolute pleasure rising and taking over my entire body. He had started thrusting inside me, eating my ass faster and harder, in a movement that was driving us both to ecstasy. He lay on top of me, his torso rubbing against my stomach. His cock was going all the way in and almost completely out, deep and strong. I smelled his perfume, I felt his uncontrollable desire. He kissed me, kissed my neck. And I, who thought I wouldn't be able to take it, now wanted it to never end. My cock rubbed hard against him, hard and dripping. Meanwhile, Rodrigo was tireless, thrusting his enormous cock inside me with the same vigor he had begun with. His stamina was otherworldly; any man would have already come, but he endured minutes and minutes of that intense fucking. Suddenly, he pulled his penis out of me and lay down beside me. I found that quite strange, because neither of us had come yet. "I was almost there," he explained. "And why didn't you come?" I asked. "It's dangerous to come like that without a condom," the man said. I found that super weird, because he had been fucking me without a condom for quite a while. So I said: "I don't have any diseases, there's no danger." Then Rodrigo looked at me, still panting, and said: "The danger isn't in you, it's in me. If I cum inside you, I'll probably give you HIV." That statement made my cock throb, and luckily, Rodrigo didn't see it. I'd dreamed of this forever; I had unprotected sex at every opportunity and considered myself a chaser. But I could see in his face that his concern was genuine and that he wouldn't intentionally give me HIV if I asked. "That's not a problem for me, I take Prep," I lied. "You take it?" he asked. "Yes, you can cum inside me without worrying. I want you to breed me, Rodrigo. Impregnate me. I want your cum inside me." The man didn't think twice; he climbed on top of me again, put my legs over his shoulders, and thrust inside me again with a single stroke. His hunger was so big that it hurt, but I didn't say anything. "Do you want me to cum inside you?" he asked. "I do," I replied. "Then ask for it," he said. "Cum inside me, impregnate me, breed me. Give me your load, your babies." Rodrigo started thrusting harder and harder. Rodrigo's breathing became even heavier, his body began to contract, and his moans grew louder and deeper. He roared with his cock rammed into my ass, and soon I felt his cock throbbing inside me. His roars intensified, his body began to spasm. Then I felt my ass being completely filled by his jets of cum. While he was cumming inside me, he moaned so loudly that I thought someone would knock on his apartment door. Seeing and feeling the moment, I couldn't contain myself and ejaculated my own cum on my stomach. He kept his cock buried inside me, kissing and panting until his dick softened and slipped out of my completely ravaged ass. Rodrigo was completely exhausted and sweaty, his cock smeared with the very semen he had ejaculated inside me. We lay there for a long time, side by side, the bed disheveled from our fucking, just caressing and kissing each other. After that, Rodrigo and I dated for almost two months, until we argued and broke up. He never mentioned condoms again and always came inside me, without worrying about his status. When we broke up, I got tested and found out I was HIV positive. I never told him anything, and to this day he doesn't know he pozzed me. I don't regret it, because he was the right person for it, even if he didn't know it. A few weeks ago, he texted me saying he missed me. Our fight was pretty complicated, and I don't think we have a chance of getting back together. But I miss that dick and the sex, which was really great. What would you do in my place?

A company called Polari Labs has a product in development called "A-Ball" that they style as "The first alternative to douching". Claiming "Takes 30 seconds. No Water needed. Made of body safe materials." It's a gel ball that you insert in your hole and gets pushed up into the sigmoid flexure to block poop from heading any lower into the rectum. They have lots of information at their web page, including diagrams and dick length research, so I won't reproduce it here. I think the pricing I saw said they were thinking of £4 GBP which is about $5.35 USD each. Here's the list of things I'm thinking of: Do you need to lube your hole to get it in position? Is it recommended to push the ball up into position with something, or is the design relying on the dick to fuck it up into position? Will tops be weirded out pushing the ball up inside your ass? What happens if there's poop residue in the rectum already? Do you need to ensure the rectum is clean before you even insert the A-ball? Do you need to clean the rectum after the A-ball is in position? What effect will water have on the ball if you clean after? Is using the A-ball predicated on having a high fibre diet to ensure the rectum stays as clean as possible? Will the one size fits all ball work for all holes? What about really well used and stretched holes and sigmoid flexures that are frequently breached, fisted, and bred? What about the varying depth of rectums? Will long dicks (longer than 6"-6.5" which is their design point) used to breaching the sigmoid for that second hole experience hit an unpleasant firm barrier? Will long dicks that take the sigmoid flexure push the ball past the point it's effective and release poop into the rectum? Effective time is 4-6 hours (softens and comes loose to be passed normally), so is this inherently only a short fuck solution? For those who need the experience of a man's sperm staying inside them as long as possible, it sounds like this prevents it ever getting in any deeper than the rectum or staying inside you overnight. My initial reactions are: It sounds pretty expensive for something that I don't know will give me peace of mind. Water is not expensive. Granted, time can be at a premium and spontaneity is something it's tough to finesse as a bottom. If I have to douche before or after insertion to ensure the rectum is clean, I don't think the value proposition is there. For those of us for whom earning a man's load and keeping it inside us is the goal, I don't know whether this ball makes any sense. For tops who prize deep hole fucking and second hole breeding, it sounds like this isn't at all desirable. I'm interesting in hearing from other bottoms (who would be the market for this product) and tops on their thoughts.

Fresh out of a relationship want to be an anon slut again. Dm me let's set something up. I can't host. Submissive bent over blindfolded just looking for men to breed me anon nsa. Bonus if you can slut me out in hotel room or something. Open to ideas dm.

As a Top, I wonder about thoroughness of the cleansing. That's an issue for most Tops anyway, and an ineffective douching will clear out a fuckroom in verrrrrrry short order. That said, occasionally a bottom simply can't get 100%, and that's understandable. Which leads to the next question; if the bottom doesn't prep his hole, what's to prevent last night's dinner from sneaking out past the contrivance, and .... well .... For those Tops among us that are particularly "blessed", will the doo-dad interfere with the pleasure in some way? Can it - for lack of a better word - come "loose"? I think it's an interesting idea, as long as there are plenty of tests and trials before the "marketing machine" gets cranked up. Thanks for an interesting addition to the posts.

I like this dark room party near me and I go pretty often. It's perfect: in a discreet apartment, I'm friends with the hosts and they give me a place to crash after 4 hours of fucking bottoms raw. I like the friendly vibe there. Everyone is nice. Well -- almost everyone. It's my main spot for getting my numbers up. My goals for this year are ambitious: 500 holes. And at 15-25 holes a night in there, I will make my mark on The Bronx this year. The intensity begs attention; as the sound of balls slapping, or cheeks getting pounded, or a grown man whimpering like a bitch, fill the room. The bottoms line up in my corner and the rage flows through all who bend for it. If that sounds fun, good, I'm glad you're still here. But you know: One guy always has to ruin it: Theres this one dude, a muscled-out jock, who you can't bang hard enough, he can't be satisfied. His asshole is some kind of zombie that can't be killed. He's a fuckng bully about it all though. This motherfucker will grab my dick right after I pull out of another dude and before I can wipe off, he's stuffing his hole w my dick. I know how dark rooms be, and how wanna-be tough guys are soft inside, but this (after weeks of occurrences) was getting old. The loser just couldn't take a rejection or a pass, and would refuse to back off or just beg for "a little bit more". One day I keep noticing this odor. I keep checking to see if im clean and each time I do, im fine, but this smell -- WTF?!? Then I noticed every time I pulled out of him, his hole stank like hell. Thoroughly grossed-out I leave and avoid that scene for a min. Last Sunday I went back and of course who to I see: Pushy, needy, bottom-bitch, with the dirty hole, lining up to get fucked when im done w my current hole. I put his legs up, pushed through both holes in one slow stroke and pounded him out till he was thoroughly humiliated. I put all my anger into him using the only weapon I had. I put a load in him and kept going afterward.. I don't think he deserved it, I just couldn't hold my nut while I was pounding that hard. He came, pissed (a little), and told me I was his boss, daddy and everything else he could think of.. he asked for my number and I just wiped off and moved on to the next one. Dude got his guts re-arranged disrespectfully and owned so hard, a crowd gathered. You get pushy; I push back. Bottoms will know their place, or be taught. Real rough fucker over here; rude guys, be warned.

This past Sunday, Mar 1, 2026, I was feeling particularly horny. Hit up some of my regular breeding tops, but as it was already nearly 9 pm on a Sunday night, most were settled in for the night and couldn't meet cuz of early work the next day. I didn't have work the next morning and even though I'd paused my prep 2 months ago, I was just too horny for loads, but even the apps were quiet. So, I did something I've done only a couple times before. I changed my profiles to "Traveling south bound I-5, cumdump looking for any raw loads. You'll need to host." Then hopped in my car and headed south towards Seattle. Now, it's roughly a 90 minute drive, so I rationalized the time/gas by heading to an ABS to buy some new poppers (no one sells them near me, anyway, so even if I didn't get any loads I'd be stocked up on head cleaner for future fun). By the time I get to the store, it's closing in on 10:45 pm. I buy a few of my favorite large bottles, then sit in the parking lot and re-fresh the apps. (This ABS closes at 11 PM and it was dead anyway, so no loads available there sadly). But I started getting DMs from strangers on the apps, and that was exactly what I was looking for: raw loads from strangers! I ended up driving to 4 different guys and giving them my raw slutty pussy to breed as they wished. 1st guy....thick sexy black man, staying at the Motel 6. He told me the door would be propped open and "come in and start slurping this D". He told me that he likes fucking rough and enjoys a loose hole so he can go hard. And he sure did! I knelt up on the edge of his bed, he and I huffed poppers, and he went to town on my ass! His dick curved upwards and felt incredible as he pounded me. Then he dumped his nut in me, we caught our breath, I pulled up my pants, we thanked each other, and I left for the next guy. 2nd guy....6 ft tall, muscled black dude wanted me to come to his house so he could use a pussy. He met me at his garage door, naked from the waist down, and already throbbing hard. And whew, he had a THICK dick with a red cockring on, like beer can thick from helmut to balls, about 6.5 inches. I've had some thick ones before but his was definitely the widest, couldn't fit my fingers around it! So I dropped my pants, huffed some poppers, and took him into my mouth cuz I just had to taste him. Then he took me doggy style on a mat he'd laid on the floor. Bulldozed his way through my puffy pussy lips and gave me a full ass buffet of fucking! We must have gone for nearly an hour! A sweaty cummy mess by the time he blew his nut in me. Then he lay back and I went to suck his wet cock, got up and down it again maybe 4 times and he started snoring! Haha! Right there on the garage floor, just did a marathon fuck, and he passes out with his dick in my mouth! I shook him a bit but I guess my pussy wore him out! So I covered him with a blanket and snuck out of his garage with an even looser hole and a whole lotta nut packed deep inside 3rd guy....I think white (he wanted a dark room, but from his voice I'm sure he was white) uncut, nice 7 inches. Had me come to in through his backyard patio door, get naked, huff poppers, and kneel ass up on his carpet facing outside, then to text him "ready". So I don't see him, he comes up behind me and says he wants to eat my cunt and he dives in and makes a whole meal outta my fuck hole, just digging and slurping and moaning in my hole with his tongue and fingers for like 20 minutes. Then he stands up, straddles my hips, and pushes his dick down into my loose wet pussy. He just seems to savor my wet heat for a bit, then starts a slow rocking in and out of me. Feels sooo good just having him at edging speed massaging my pussy like that. Without changing anything, I hear his breath hitch and a deep sigh as he unloads. He gently gropes my fat cheeks for a moment, then rises, thanks me, and steps back into the darkness. I dress and leave out the door, another load secure and warm inside me. 4th, and last, guy....latino or mixed, not sure, texted me he had a 'big one" and was a bit dom and liked to pound big butts. And I sent him some more pics and he just blows up my DMs about how he needs my fat pussy and how much he loves it looking so loose and how he wants to really pound it out. So he tells me to meet him at an empty apartment, at a complex he manages, and he'll fuck me there. So I show up and he has the outside door propped open, I go up the stairs and he ushers me into the apartment. It's totally empty, no furniture or anything so I step to the middle of the living room, kneel, and he drops his pants. He's definitely good size, thicker 8 inches and also uncut. And fuuuck it tastes so good! He precums a lot and I'm loving it. He's loving it too because I can deep throat him. He must not get that much cuz he went wild when I did that. After my jaw got tired, he pulls a blanket out of his backpack and lays it on the floor of the bedroom so I drop my pants and assume the position ass up, face down, legs spread like a good slut. Luckily I'd brought a small thing of lube cuz all he'd planned on was using lotion! So he slicks up, tells me to keep it slack, and dives right in and just plows the ever living fuck outta me! I'm trying to brace against the satiny blanket and keeping my cunt at the right height for him. He's just thwap-thwap-thwap-ing away. But goddamn, his size is the longest of the night and just feels soo fucking good inside my slick moist cunt, my eyes are rolling and he's got me drooling! He occasionally pulls out and admires my hole then it's back to it, for about 20 minutes. Then he finally pushes deep and let's out a loud moan and cums and cums and cums. Huge load! He just stays frozen there, deep inside, throbbing out cum for what felt like a minute! Even when he finished he stayed that way as we caught our breath. He finally slithers out and I'm trying to clench cuz I don't wanna lose any of his baby batter. We stand, make eye contact, and just grin at each other, then laugh too. He said he really enjoyed that and that "we'll be doing that again!" which I'm so down for. I thank him for his awesome dick and big load, get my pants on, and head out the door. I get to my car. By then it's nearly 3 am, I'm exhausted but very satisfied, so I drive all the way back home and go to sleep with their loads still inside me. What a damn good night!

Sniffies hook up with an older daddy at an underground parking garage, found an empty remote corner on the bottom floor, sucked daddy's cock real good, but daddy wanted more and he didn't have a condom on him, so I let him enjoy my pussy a bit after I told him he had to pull out to cum. He did keep going when he started pulsating and moaning hard, so I pulled away from him as fast as I could; and his cock was still ejaculating when I turned to look. He got mad at me for not letting him keep going and finish. After I got back to my car, I could clearly see cum in on my panties.

I escorted in the mid-late 1990s. I started after I got out of grad school and couldn't get a job. I was one of the first escorts on the Internet. Well, sorta. Y'know how the hookup apps have guys looking for "generous" men? That was a thing back then too. We hung out in the America Online chatrooms. I was one of the first to leave it in favor of building my own web presence. It took off bigger than I ever dreamt possible. I did it full time for about five years. Most of my clients were in the NJ/NYC area, but had clients that flew me around the country and occasionally took me on trips around the world. I eventually wrote two books about be experiences. Both are out of print, but their pages still exist on Amazon. Suburbn Hustler; Stories of a Hi-Tech Callboy. (That's me on the front cover) The Male Escort's Handbook: Your Guide to Getting Rich the Hard Way. (Not me on the front cover, but I'm on the back cover.) I left escorting to get into porn and produce my own line of amateur videos. In retrospect it was a poor idea. Escorting was far easier and more profitable, but it wasn't intellectually challenging. Running a porn business was better at that. I have no real regrets, but in hindsight it wasn't ideal. Bonus points if anyone remembers my "nom de porn" - Aaron Lawrence - from my escort / porn days. I wasn't a big star by any means, but I did have a strong online presence for the day.

Chapter 4 - Baiting the Hook It became something of a process. Jordan made profiles and then he deleted them. Each with a different number or later name, each just a little more daring than the last. Exposing a little more about himself, finding sexy pics to post, writing about how he wanted to find a cruel dom daddy, maybe a bunch of cruel dom Daddies. Nobody had really responded until he started posting pics. Then they did - then they told him just what they wanted to do to him and that was sooooooo much fun!!! Sometimes a single line and sometimes huge long rants about how they'd take him and tie him up and destroy his tight little virgin hole. How they'd film it all and sent it to all of his contacts on his phone. How they'd destroy him. Just thinking about it was so exciting! You quickly found out that if you wanted [banned word] you had come to the right place. One guy had wanted to dress him up as a baby and then crap on him. No thanks!!! Also what was it about feet? I mean each to his own and no doubt feet could be fun but he knew now that there were way more exciting ideas out there and there were many rather more adventurous deviants who could just push Jordan's buttons the way he liked his buttons to be pressed. He stored such ideas away in his mind - thought all the time of just how it would be to live them for real. He had great fun teasing the BZ men with his specially selected pics and his posts, public AND private! But then someone would recognise a photo and angrily call him out on it or someone would try to get a little bit too insistent about meeting in real life. Jordan would get scared again and would delete his profile. The mods got used to him begging them to delete the pics he had posted and they always did. Every time, every time, he would swear to himself that it was the last time. Every time, every time, he would be back after a few days usually but that last time it was two or three months. He tried his best, he really did, he knew the dangers of discovery and the even deeper, darker, dangers of letting himself go too far. The BZ men were good about that. They never tried to hide just what they wanted to do to him. It wasn't their fault that he found so many of their ideas so enticing, so tempting, so more-ish. Besides he wanted to read those stories again - especially the one about the ruined boi bride. The moment the boi found out all of the men there to fuck him were Poz, had come just to destroy his boi pussy and ruin him beyond repair. Fuck that was soooo HOOOOOTTTTTT!!!!! He loved the fact the femboy was called Jordyn - that was almost HIS name! Maybe that was why the story resonated so much - why he had lived it so often in his dreams - why he wanted to live it for real in the darkest, strongest, areas of his consciousness. Why it was so dangerous for young Jordan Myers and why it was so utterly irresistible. So in June he made his fresh account and he really thought about it this time. First, he wanted a name and not a number. Three words had been colliding in his brain again and again over the last three long months away from the BZ. He mashed them together to make his new online persona, 'BoiFagBarbie.' That was so fun and so perfect for teasing all those dirty old men on the forum! He wished he was brave enough to put his real picture up. His cute pretty face, nicely made up, his slim pale body and especially his perfect little virgin boi pussy. He knew that they would love that and he knew it would inspire them. They'd tell him all their filthy ideas and he SOOOOOOOOOOO lived for that! He didn't do it of course. He couldn't risk being found out - even while he desperately yearned for the moment when everyone knew the real Jordan Myers, the filthy deviant little boi slut that he really was. His classmates, the church congregation, the townsfolk and especially, especially, his parents. They all needed to know - but he was scared and he knew he couldn't be that brave. If only someone would just take charge - like in the story. But that wasn't going to happen. He knew that. Previously, of course, he had found pictures that he found hot and that he knew the men on the site would like too. However, he wasn't dealing with just any forum here. Private Messages told him that they knew that he had 'borrowed' the pictures. These men knew their porn, were connoisseurs of fine young boi flesh. Posting up a borrowed image was OK but you wouldn't ever get ALL of their attention unless you put up the real thing. That posed problems but not the obvious one. The pictures he had chosen were indeed as similar to himself as he could find. He was a young man and his youthful looks meant he could still pass easily for eighteen and he was handsome, or rather he was pretty in an undeniably cute way, while he had a perfect pale complexion free of blemishes or imperfections. If you wanted an image of a young beautiful boi just aching to be corrupted then you couldn't find a much more perfect image than himself. The problems posed were not his inability to attract the attention of the men he wanted, not a fear that he would not excite them. He had seen others on the forum attract a lot of attention when they were not one fraction as hot as he knew he was. Instead, it was that simple fear of discovery. He'd never break through that all by himself. So pics were tricky but he could write and one day, left alone, he sat down and began to do just that. He wrote and he wrote and he wrote, feeling such joy at being able to put down just how he felt onto paper, or rather onto his screen. He read it through and nodded. Then he read it again and again and again until he thought it was perfect. Until it truly represented exactly who Jordan Myers REALLY was. He thought up a nice thread title that would attract just the sort of men he wanted to take notice of him. 'Self Destructive VIRGIN fagdoll with MAJOR Daddy Issues'. That should get some attention! Then he paused and really thought about whether he wanted to post it. He used the time to hunt into the recesses of the web looking for a new profile pic. He wasn't quite sure even how he got to that particular site but suddenly he saw the perfect pic and he knew he recognised the beautiful young boy in it. It was the Russian boy from that original video! The one that looked REALLY like him! It was perfect and he saved it and a few others from the same place. He didn't know when the picture was taken of course. Before the boy had been fucked and pozzed by the two men or after? He was pretty sure the answer was 'before'. That picture might even have been the thing to draw the two men's attention. It might have led to that other image of the beautiful boy, covered in spit and sperm, his boi pussy gaping and wrecked and filled with Poz seed. Jordan found the idea incredibly exciting. Such a cute little image had led to the boy being ruined and that made it perfect for his profile pic. So he made it just that. His thread title and his new profile pic were sooooooo perfect! It made it impossible to even think of chickening out now. He made his new thread and then copied the whole, incredibly nasty, piece he had written and pasted it into the forum submission box. A deep breath and he submitted the post and saw it appear on the public forum. He was a boi on a mission now. He gathered up the rest of the pics he had found, even daringly found the one experimental pic he had taken months ago of his own cute perfect bubble butt, then posted the lot to an album on his profile. What could he call it? It came to him in a flash. 'Virgin Fagdoll 4 Mean POZ Daddies.' He was really on a roll now. Let no-one say Jordan Myers couldn't do marketing! Suddenly the moment passed. Terror flooded through his veins and he wanted to delete all he had posted again but this time he fought the impulse and instead closed his machine and just let things wait until the next time he was alone and could seen any responses. That evening he was sat on his bed, naked and stroking his little pink penis between two fingers. There had been a lot of responses. He seemed to have attracted the attention of lots of men that wanted to fuck him, even if rather too many had that 'Neg' status indicated. His fantasies had dominated his brain for so long that 'Neg' was rather a turn-off nowadays. A Poz status just naturally went with the sort of experienced, perverted, Daddy Dom Master of his fantasies. Well, aim high - right!!! The public responses were almost all one-liners. Some were almost worshipping his cuteness. He didn't want that - he needed someone to ruin him! Hadn't they read his fucking piece at all! Didn't they see his album was subtitled, 'Born to be RUINED'! He was here to find a Dom Master to degrade him not a cute boyfriend to cherish him. He felt his little penis shrink and soften back into its regular status as a dicklet. Then he saw the notification. He saw its words and in that instant his little penis, useless as it basically was, became hard as a rock. 'We've been waiting for you!' A private message from an account named '730 Boi Wrecka.' Below that name the word 'Poz' and then 'Not on Meds'. Fuck yeah - that was more like it! The profile name was hot enough but those words, 'We've been waiting for you!' The message that first lured the virgin boi bride to his destruction in the story he loved so much! He felt the blood pumping through his veins, felt the excitement in every part of his young body. He opened the message. 'I been reading your posts and also posts from certain deleted accounts that have that 'BoiFagBarbie' flavor. You say you are looking for a certain kind of man. Well you found him. I can arrange EVERYTHING you been talking about. I got my name for a reason - you won't be my first time to the dance. You maybe got more ambitious notions than most but I can meet them. Meet them and a lot more.' 'So are you fronting like some of them pics or are you for real and who are you? You see there's three kinds of young faggots here.' 'First - there's them that turn up, front awhile and then get chicken shit. They delete their account and try to forget it ever even happened. Try to go back to being what they was and still could return to be - a nice young man, a credit to their parents.' 'Then there's them that enjoy the forum, enjoy the community, enjoy the illicit little danger of even being here. But do anything like that - fuck no. They might talk about it all day and every day but they way too smart to burn their fingers that bad. They can have fun here for years.' 'Then there's the little faggy fembois unlucky, or lucky, enough to get the attention of a certain kind of man. They get what they deserve. They get totally fucked up. With no mercy and no way back.' 'So which one are you 'BoiFagBarbie'? I'm only interested in the third kind - the dumb little faggot sluts on the road to ruin. Convince me you are worth my time. So no-one is in any doubt tell me just EXACTLY what you want done to you. Then - if you impress me and I agree to make the arrangements - tell me what you are willing to do to make it worth my time.' '730 Boi Wrecka' *** If anyone had deliberately tried to bait a hook for a naive little would-be femboy slut like Jordan Myers then he couldn't have picked a better strategy. But then this was a man who had done this before and who understood just how horny little sissies like Jordan thought. You didn't get to ruin as many young faggots as this man had without understanding such things. A dumb little cunt like Jordan might have felt he was nice and safe teasing the BZ men but all the while he was just being set up to take the lure. Only one person here was the hunter and only one person here was the prey. '730 Boi Wrecka' had baited the hook and now he waited for the little slut to bite. That first answer was always the vital moment. Once they responded to him, if they were worth it, he was always skilled enough to land them. From that moment they were pretty much doomed. *** Jordan Myers looked at his screen. He couldn't really believe it. How long had he dreamed and fantasized about just this? He only had to respond. He really wanted to respond. But was he brave enough and what could he say?

Twink twins Chapter 1 Into the void Part I I had just finished breakfast with my family and headed upstairs to our room. I reached inside the darkened room and flipped on the valance lights, they provided a warm glow to the ceiling in my brothers and my, center of activity. My name is Marcus, the older twin by half an hour, and I just turned 18 on the previous Monday. My brother Mikal and I share everything and are identical in almost every way, our personalities are very much alike as well, although I am the louder one and Mik is a bit more submissive. Our parents are well off, my mom being a Dean of Hospitality Managementn, at the local college, my dad is an account executive at a PR firm. I hate to brag but we had been adorable children and my dad used us in several commercials when we were younger, which is why we weren’t shy in front of the camera. As we grew older and entered our teens we learned to broadcast small skits on YouTube, TikTok, and Instagram. Undenounced to our parents our goal was to subsidize our college scholarships on Only Fans, and Just for Fans. I had come out to my brother when I was 11, after realizing I had a crush on my math teacher, “Hey Mik, I think im into guys” he just shrugged it off. Mikal came out to me when he was 16, realizing he had a crush on my mentor, a senior on the football team, he was varsity while I was freshmen/ sophomore level, we laughed and hugged each other. One of our similarities was we had the same type of guy we fell for but being so similar we weren’t necessarily attracted to each other. I sat down at my laptop and logged into Blogspot, preparing to start the Blog and podcast that our various activities and interest would be outlined. I rose up and walked over to the light ring I was going to use and set up the camera to film my initial segment, I plugged in the html cable to the laptop and set it aside outside of the cameras viewpoint. I grabbed my mouse and clicked on the camera application, switching into a blue and red Vertically striped tank top and white basket ball shorts, and sat in the desk chair, I used the mouse to bring myself into focus and clicked on record: “Hey there all my buddies out in cyber land, it is Thursday October 4th at 7 o’clock in the morning, I am going to record this before getting ready for school and I hope you enjoy my quips, as most of you know my name is Marc an I am a twin with my younger brother Mik. This is my initial Blog-podcast for all to hear and see. Once we get started my brother will join us and we will comment on our events, my brother is currently downstairs with our mom, going over plans for our birthday party on Saturday. Just to tell you what to expect in our broadcast I want to introduce you to some of our guest who we will be having on our OF and JFF shows as well as those who will join us here for our weekly Podcast. First up would be my best bud, Jake who I have known since we were in Pee Wee football together, although we were on different teams at the time we became friends and inseparable, living close to each other allowed us to be at each other’s house on a constant basis tossing the pigskin around or practicing our wrestling moves depending on the season. Once we hit middle school we began Wrestling and playing football for the school teams. He became my Quarter Back and I alternated between his Wide receiver and tight end. We were both good athletes and did well in school. Jake is three weeks older than Mik and I, stands about 6’2’ tall and about 178 pounds, tight jock body, eight pack you can bounce quarters off of, tanned from all the time he spends on the field and in our pool, and as you will find out well endowed. Next, I’d like to give you the lowdown on Miks Bestie, Andy is just under 6’ tall and boast being older than us by six months, he is very intelligent and smoking hot to boot. He is also very well endowed, and I think he has a dark side to him. Mikal met him when he was on the Swim team for our HOA at the community pool, they connected and soon they were bossom buddies hanging out together, when they got to high school, they joined the swim and diving team. He spends almost as much time at our house as Mik spends at his. Next, let me tell you about the guy who became my idol sophomore year, Alex was a halfback on the varsity and the guy Mik had a crush on, he stood 6’4” tall and weighed in around 189 pounds he was lean and full of muscles and would walk around school with a serious bulge most days, he took me under his wings, giving me advise and coaching to help improve my game. He also popped in on occasion to attend our parties, birthday, and holiday celebrations etc. he went off to college at the end of his senior year but returned home on weekends and breaks. Bret was the center on Jake and my football team, he hung out with us and I think he had a crush on me he stood just under 6; and weighed in at 210 pounds of solid muscle, he wasn’t as gifted as some of our friends in the cock department but what he lacked in length he made up for in girth. He was Latin and black in origin and was bilingual Conner was on Mik’s swim team, he was the smallest of our band of brothers, but the bulge in his speedo’s was impressive and showed promise” As I was describing Conner, Mikal walked in quietly stripped off his flannel pajama pants and pulled on a pair of blue basketball shorts, commando, he was wearing a muscle tee which at one time had been a standard tee shirt until we cut the sleeve and half of the side off leaving the rock band logo intact on the front. It did make him look sexy as he came over to sit in the desk chair next to mine “Hey folks,, it’s Mik here, don’t know what my bro has been telling ya but glad to be able to participate here on this podcast blog, it sounds like my brother has been telling you about our friends, I’d like to add a few, there is Eric, he is on my swim team and likes to hang out with us he is the tallest swimmer on the team at 6’5 inches and fills out his speedo to make you drool, I hope I can get to know him better before we head off to University this fall And there is Fred he is a lineman on Marc’s football team, he is incredibly good looking and has a big bulge he has been hanging with us for the past couple of months since the start of summer training” “Don’t forget Ben Jakes older brother” I interjected “Yes there’s dear sweet Ben, Jakes adorable older brother who by the way goes to university with Alec, he is a older version of Jake, the DNA wheel didn’t travel far in that family” “Well it is time to get ready for school, maybe we’ll log another episode when I get home from football practice and Mik gets home from swimming. This is Marc and Mik the Dillard twins signing off for now” I reached over to the mouse and stopped the recording and shut down the camera, I posted to our BlogSpot and ended the podcast channel as well I striped out of my clothes and headed to the bathroom, Mik did the same, climbing into the communal large shower with me as we washed up. Watching Mik was like looking in a mirror the main difference between us other than the earrings mom made us get as youngsters so she could tell us apart without pulling our pants down, mine in my right, Mik’s in his left, was the large freckle on our asses once again on opposite cheeks.

Chapter 1 Part II Mikal We had finished the inaugural blogspot post and podcast, Marcus stood up and stripped off his tank top and dropped his shorts to the floor, he had gone commando, and after describing our friend he was semi hard. I turned my head to avoid him seeing me grin, Andy had turned 18 a little over six months ago and had been actively browsing the net for porn and had a nice twitter account with much of what he had found that peaked his interest, a lot of [banned word] sites that catered to bareback porn and incest, he also came across a site that featured stories of bug chasing and bareback stories. In the last week he had shown me many of the stories, and we discussed the fact it interested both of us. I removed my muscle shirt and basketball shorts then stripped off my cock which I noticed had gotten moist from my drooling cock. I was semi hard when I entered the bathroom and luckily Marc was already in the shower, his head already under the stream of water as he wet his hair. I watched him and he shampooed it with his eyes closed, and strutted into the enclosure, I adjusted my shower head to the perfect temperature and flow as I continued to watch my brother cleanse his locks, I suddenly got the courage from Andy’s constant encouraging prompt to take matters in my hands and make a move. I lathered up my hair and ran the excess shampoo over my body and in my pits, and ass crack, I did a quick rinse of the suds from my hair and grabbed a loofa sponge and poured some Axe body wash onto it, I rubbed it up and down my torso, to start the sudsy process then step over to Marcus and ran the loofa down his back and across his shoulders, then proceeded to work it down his crack, my fingertips brushing his hole, he moaned and leaned back into me unconsciously I stepped forward into him my hard dick pressing into his ass crack then down between his thighs. He tensed when he felt my erection and I began fucking his thighs while fingering his hole with my left hand while my right circled around and played with his now erect nipples. I leaned in and whispered “I have wanted to this with you for a very long time” he just moaned as I began nibbling on his neck. It didn’t take long and I was coating the shower wall in my spunk. He spun me around and kissed me passionately then rubbed all the suds up and down my body then moved me back under the stream of water as we rinsed off. “Don’t want to be late for school, so this will have to wait until after practice” I exited the shower and tossed Marc his towel as I grabbed mine and began drying off. Marcus I had been washing my hair and getting ready to lather my body in Axe body wash when Mik grabbed the bottle and prepped a loofa. He ran it over his hot body then approached me and began soaping up my back and ass, his fingers probing my hole, the soap lubricated my ring and soon slid deep inside my boycunt, his ten and a half inches sliding under my balls between my thighs, I tensed and he soon was fucking my thighs, just as he began caressing my chest, pinching my nipples and nibbling on my neck, I couldn’t believe he was making the first move on me but I was enjoying his attention and the love he was showing me. He shot his losd all over the wall, and I ended the session as if we continued to play more in the shower we would put ourselves in danger of being late for school. He exited the shower an handed me my towel before grabbing his own, we toweled off, occasionally helping each other reach concealed parts, I was the first to leave the bathroom with Mik following close behind. I went over to my armoire and pulled out a clean jock, a pair of boxers, basketball shorts and a polo shirt, tossing them into my gym bag and then gathered my book from my desk and loaded up my backpack. All while teasing my brother with my nakedness, bending and twisting in provocative ways. I pulled on a white tee shirt which clung to my muscles like a glove, making my pecs look good, pulled on some white socks then a pair of khaki cargo shorts, shoving my still semi hard cock down the leg, not sure if you’d call me a grower or shower as I was 7 and a half inches soft, and grew to 10.5 when hard, maybe longer when I was really hard. Going commando was common with Mik and I, it felt great just letting it hang and swing. I noticed Mik gather up his books and then fill his gym bag with a trunk style speedo, a clean jock, some white socks and a muscle shirt and a extra tee. He looked at me and said “ready” I nodded and we set out down the stairs and out to my Rav 4. He climbed into the passenger seat and buckled up. I pulled out of the drive and headed to school, picking up Jake on the way. Upon arriving at school jake and I walked to our lockers and I threw in my gym bag then pulled out my lettermen’s jacket it made my chest look great and since it was the day before the cross town game it made me look spirited, Jake stopped at his locker grabbed his books and did the same adorning his school jacket. We walked down the hall turning heads and headed to class. I was sure Mik was doing similarly on his way to class as he most likely had met up with Andy. Classes went well with I’m sure more than one instructor getting frustrated as my cock twitched in my shorts making the leg hole jump open a bit so my head peeked out. I had two exams and mostly lectures in the morning, lunch was quickly approaching as I headed to the men’s room to relieve my bladder, I told Jake I’d meet up with him in lunchroom. As I entered the restroom I notice a couple guys smoking off to the side and all the urinals were full, I slipped into a stall and pulled out my shlong, it was then that I noticed that someone had cut a 4” hole in the partition and as I looked through there was a guy from Mik’s swim team stroking his cock, I let my piss begin to flow when he gestured for me to stick my cock through, I clinched my urinary sphincter muscles to stop the flow and slid my cock through I soon felt his warm lips enveloping my head and he mumbled let it flow, around my cock. I released the tension and my urine began flowing into his mouth, he gulped down the flow only dribbling a little down onto the floor, I was almost finished when he pulled back and directed my tool at his face and chest as I pissed all over him, In his hair across his shoulders and chest back in his mouth. I soaked in good before he leaned in and started sucking my quickly enlarging phallus. After a couple minutes I began shooting my cum down his throat and he pulled off, my final burst coating his face and hair. I pushed my still engorged member back in my shorts and handed him my phone number with a invite to our birthday party if wasn’t already invited. I left the restroom and headed down to the lunchroom to join Jake and the gang, they were all seated at a table to the back of the room and I shuffled up to them. Mik looked at me and blurted out “Ok what happened?” I leaned down and whispered into his ear that a guy from his team just sucked my piss out of me the sucked me off. He grinned and leaned into Andy “your glory hole works almost too well” I felt a bit embarrassed and the group just went back to what they were doing, chatting about. Lunch ended and I confessed to Jake what had happened in the men’s room, and he just snickered and we headed to chemistry class. Mr. Phelps was one of the youngest staff members and was in his second year of teaching chemistry, at 26 he was quite good-looking and still held a boyish charm about him. Jake and I both enjoyed his class and did our best to fluster him, we sat in the front row so he couldn’t miss our flirting looks towards him or our impressive bulges beneath the desktops. Today I was still horny after the great piss and blow job in the restroom, just thinking about Danny the swimmer enjoying my cock. Mr. Phelps was lecturing today standing in front of the whiteboard and drawing on the overhead tablet that was projected behind him, his bulge seemed to be getting bigger, as he kept looking at Jake and me, my cock began stiffening and soon the head was at the hem of my shorts and was beginning to leak profusely, wetting my thigh and the hem of my shorts. I know he licked his lips more than once, Jake seated beside me had his cock drooling down the opposite leg and the head was actually sticking out of his basketball shorts, giving little jerks every time Mr. Phelps looked our way. The bell rang ending the class period and the class got up to leave, I scribbled a note on the back of our party invitation, suggesting he check out the stall in the restroom on the first floor, near the lunchroom. I slid the invite across his desk on the way out, although I knew my parents had already invited him. English literature was the last class of the day, the instructor was an older guy, daddy material but most likely straight as he really didn’t pay much attention to Jake or me. We covered the latest reading material and several of the students’ read passages from the book. The class ended and Jake and I had about an hour before practice, having a free period, we headed to our lockers and then down to the locker room. We found Mik and Andy stripping down for swim practice before their meet later on, I grabbed Andy and pulled him around the corner of the row of lockers and planted a passionate kiss on his lips Whispering in his ear “thanks for encouraging Mik” I smiled at his and kissed him again. Jake had done the same with Mik, and they were kissing and groping each other in the opposite alcove. I released Andy and let him return to his locker, where he stripped off his jock strap and slid on his speedo, barely stuffing his engorged cock into the fabric. Mik had a raging hard on as well, when Jake let him return to his locker, he pulled on his trunk style Speedo as the typical style would never conceal his wood, even after it went down. We walked Mik and Andy out to the pool, where I spotted my morning cocksucker, he saw me and blushed, I smiled and walked over to him “you coming to the party on Saturday” I asked “ I think the whole team has been invited, I can’t wait” he responded The coach blew his whistle and the team circled around paying attention, Jake and I left the swim complex and headed over to the football team locker room, several of the players were already undressing, pulling on their pads and equipment some were standing around chatting naked, before adorning their outfits. I walked over to my locker and threw in my gym bag then pulled off my shirt and shorts, the right pant leg soaked in my precum. My semi hard cock was still drooling as I slid my Jock and cup into position, the cup barely containing my package, I slipped on my shin and hip pads, then my practice pants, pulled my practice crop top on and adorned my shoulder pads. I pulled on my socks and slipped into my cleats, lacing up and tying them in place. I turned to Jake who was almost as equipped as me and pulled my jersey over my shoulder pads, Jake helped me pull it over and I tucked the tail into my waist band then laced up and secured my pants. I helped jake do the same and we pulled our helmets out of our respective lockers; I replaced the mouth guard on mine and turned to head out to the field. Jake did the same and soon we were on the field throwing the pigskin around. Coach blew his whistle and we all gathered around. Coach gave us we can’t afford to lose, this is our last home game and the last chance to showcase the seniors at home speech, then sent us off on two laps of the field to warm up. Practice was intense and I managed to run my route effortlessly catching a little over half the passes thrown to me, my cock getting agitated by being semi hard in my cup, from me thinking about the encounters of the day. Coach called practice after about two hours, as I noticed Mik and most of the swim team up in the stands, the swim meet had concluded shortly before. I hit the locker room and stripped out of my uniform placing the items in the bin for the team equipment manager to collect and process. Gabe came to collect the soiled equipment as I exited the shower, towel around my waist. Jake was right behind me as Gabe eyed us, he was about 5’7 inches tall, cute and packed a bulge that anyone would most envy. He said “looking forward to the game tomorrow and the party on Saturday” smiled and wheeled the minecart full of dirty sweaty football gear away down towards the coach’s office. I grinned at Jake “that boy has the hots for us and wants us to use him” Jake laughed and quipped back “I bet he does”/ I pulled out the shorts and polo shirt I had packed earlier and put them on, commando again as my cock was still agitated from being in my cup. Jake threw on some clean clothes as well and we stuffed our other clothes in the gym bags and headed out We met up with Mik and Andy outside the gym, we all walked to the parking lot and I hugged Andy goodbye, then kissed him before he climbed into his vehicle, Jake, Andy and I did the same as we headed home, dropping Jake off at his house on the way. Now I should give you the layout of our house so you can understand what we delt with on a daily basis, we had a four car garage which was detached from the house with a breezeway connecting it to the kitchen, a a walkway leading to the drive and to the front door, as you entered through the front door into the entry way you would first notice the circular staircase leading upstairs, beside it was a arch which led to a circular staircase which led down to the play room. There is a door in the staircase wall where there is a modest powder room, To the right of the entry hall is a hallway the leads to my dad’s office a bedroom with on suite, and into the family room, to the left of the entry there is a formal living room and dinning room, a butlers pantry leads into the kitchen-breakfast knook and open concept family room, on the back wall of the family room are French doors leading to a spacious deck overlooking the patio below. Overall, the first floor covers about 3000 square feet, Upstairs the master suite is to the left with a modest bedroom adjacent with a on suite attached. To the right of the stairs is a short hallway with the entry to our bedroom and a adjoining bedroom, sharing a spacious jack and jill bathroom. Downstairs is where we proudly call our play room, it actually takes up more square footage than the main level as it encompasses the upper deck to the back of the room is a small kitchen, complete with refrigerator, ice maker, stove and microwave, with cabinets full of snacks and such a small dinning table and 6 chairs accompany the layout. French doors led off the kitchen to the deck with a outdoor kitchen, a few steps down onto the pool deck with a large pool, behind which sat the pool house. In front of the kitchen is a foosball table and pool table. In the opposite corner of the room is our home theater area adorned with a raised platform with an eight-seater recliner with cup holders on the arms and between every two seats, an armrest that swings back to allow cuddling and electric footrest which can be raised or lowered with the push of a button. In front of that raised section is a six-seater recliner with the same attributes of the one behind. A large area is provided between the seating and the screen where a projector projects a 9 foot by 16-foot image. There are storage cabinets containing multiple queen size airbeds, which can be quickly blown up for sleepovers when needed. A wall flanks the theater area making the room more intimate, on the other side of the wall is a home gym with free weights and a universal machine, a couple of weight benches are also available, and last but not least, so we don’t have to drag our sweaty apparel around the house is a large communal locker room restroom shower, the locker room ahs about a dozen gym style lockers to store out workout equipment or house our guest belongings, the restroom has three stalls a urinal and twin sinks under a mirror, Andy in his dark wisdom had drilled Glory holes between the stalls and the urinal about a year ago, they were about 4x6 in size drilled with a 4 inch hole saw. We were yet to use them, but it made the room a bit kinkier, we hardly ever used this restroom, but our workout guest had on occasion. The shower was the crowning feature of the room, it had four shower heads along the back wall, the walls were tiled floor to ceiling, on the closest corner to the locker room it had a handheld shower unit with a detachable head that transformed into a douche nozzle, a pull-down bench next to a bidet. Both the shower and restroom were tiled with floor drains. The pool house was a great place to relax if you need to escape the sun, the main room was about 25 feet square with a 15x 10 adjacent room where a bed and dresser was located. In the main section was a locker room area with about two dozen gym style lockers, complete with two four-foot benches in front, just right for changing, the shower area had six shower heads and was also equipped with two handheld shower head attachments, both had a bidet and pull-down shelf next to them. The floor for both the locker room and shower area was epoxied concrete, sloping gently to a trough drain under the shower heads. In the center of the room is a round 4' round lounger, just big enough to take a nap on. I pulled into the second to last parking space, as my mom and dad’s vehicles took up the first two, and Mik’s Camero took up the last spot, I pushed the button and the garage door closed, exiting the Rav 4 we walked in silence to the breezeway door and proceeded to the kitchen. Mom was at the stove cooking something and she called out “dinner will be ready in about 5 minutes, you have just enough time to clean up” I don’t know if she realized that Mik and I had showered at school just about an half hour ago, but we progressed through the family room and up the stairs. When we got to our bedroom Mik closed the door and pulled me into a big hug “had a great day today, hope yours was as good” I kissed him on the cheek and led him into the bathroom where we washed our hand, each of us smirking at the other. We went downstairs and sat down for dinner, mom was a great cook, and we scarfed down her offerings. After dinner was done, we helped clear the table then retreated to our room to work on homework. Mik worked on his science homework, I on my social studies for about half an hour, then Mik sked if I could help him by taking some shots of him for his Just For Fans teaser, I agreed and grabbed the camera and the ring light. He led me into the unused bedroom, which he claimed for his own, if we didn’t share a room, it had a king-sized bed and very masculine décor. He sat at the edge of the bed, I set up the ring light to illuminate the area and turned on the camera. He was dressed in a Plain purple muscle shirt and white basketball shorts, the shorts being almost translucent in this lighting. I snapped a couple shots of him looking cute on the bed then I walked over to the closet and pulled out another ring light to provide backlighting. Mik stood next to the bed with one leg up on the bed looking sexy the backlight shining through his shorts showcasing his thick uncut cock in silhouette, then one with him grasping his semihard, then another one until it was completely hard and he removed the shorts and we through a towel over it to shield it but the viewer would know it was a monster as we tucked the towel around it to outline its girth and length. I turned off the ring lights, and we went into our room to look at the photos on the big screen mounted over our desk, as we scrolled through Mik to note of the ones he liked, and the ones that were keeping him hard. He had not put his shorts back on and was sitting next to me fully hard reaching over to fondle my now hard cock through my basketball shorts, the head protruding out the leg hole. The shorts holding my cock down made it uncomfortable, I lifted my hips and Mik slid my shorts off, wrapping my cock in his fist, he squeezed it then began stroking it, I was getting hard and was drooling cum onto his hand, he pulled his hand off and licked the precum from the back of his hand, leaned over and kissed me, he began nibbling my neck and kissing my ears before working his way down my chest across my nipples and down into my bush which by now was flooded with precum. He sucked up the sticky mass then took my cock in his mouth, he swallowed about 3 inches then backed off looking up and smiling his green eyes filled with lust he put the head back in his mouth and then gulped down the entire thing in one swallow gaging a bit but my cock was pulsating in his throat, he pulled back up my cock slimy from the throat juices. He then came back up straddling my lap and kissed me deeply as he slid my cock into his virgin ass, he grimaced at first then slid down to the base, his hole was hot and warm and felt like a velvet glove wrapped around my pole. I twitched my cock a few times and he began squirming and his ass convulsed around my meat, my meat began shooting my load deep into my brother filling him with my baby batter. We could hear my parents coming up the stairs their voices chattering, Mik jumped off my lap my cum trickling down his thigh and jumped into his bed pulling the covers up to hide his erection and the mess he was making, I chuckled and slid on my shorts. My mom knocks and popped her head in to say goodnight and was soon gone.

That's the way! I do that when travelling and in a btm mood. Lots of guys on Sniffies need someone to host. So be prepared for that. I've been hit up by vers/btms who just need to bust. They may just be into a blowjob, but there's several who will fuck my ass too. Sadly I'm not a power btm cumdump and get sore after like 3 fucks, ugh. 😭 So mostly Sniffies BJs from me. I'm sure if you host in a city, especially before/after work/gym, you'll get lots of hits on Sniffies 🙂

Greenland turned out to be yet another flop for His Corpulence, but one thing does stick, however ... and that's whatever the PM of Israel whispers in his ..... er...... her (as above) ear. Maybe Bottle Blondie & Krispy Blow'em are on the way out, maybe not. In any case, there are plenty of ass kissers left. For that matter, " Ikea has better cabinets " *truth in advertising counts: that's from one of the placards/signs at No Kings.

It was an incredible experience. I've been a mare at Horse Market, but I've never done anything quite like this. I'm sure you can make something like it happen for you too.

I 100% agree. I believe that consent comes from knowledge and not from age in particular. Teach gay boys how to consent and how to refuse and we all will see how soon they will start to have sex once they hit puberty. High age of consent is set to prevent teen pregnancy. So the parents can raise their children in peace. They don't know It doesn't concern gay boys and that their little boy is sucking cocks before PE class.

I'm in Palm Springs this week, and have been fucking and getting fucked every night except Monday since I arrived last Saturday. It is a working sexcation for me, so I have had to limit my late night activities more than I would have liked. I had originally intended to stay until close at 541, for the 1st time this trip last night, and enjoy that last minute fuck energy to dump or take that last load, that comes to a fuck joint just before close. However around 1:30 am I found my energy levels flagging, and almost went back to the hotel. I had cum 3 times and had 8 confirmed loads up my ass when I decided to make the rounds one more time before heading back to my hotel. At 1:30 I got on my hands and knees on the round bed in the big playroom and twink offered me his soft cock to suck. He quickly hardened up and gave me a good long fucking and eventually bred me. It was now 1:50 about an hour and ten minutes before close, and I needed just one or load to make double digits, so I grabbed a cup coffee and resolved to stay. Earlier: My night has been really good up to that point, I got eaten out really well and got a good pounding, but no load from another bear almost as soon as I got there at 9:30. A few minutes later a long haired bear with a PA started fucking me in a sling, and did breed me. My next fuck was with the 1st bear, he took me to one of the closed cubicles and was fucking me when an ass came through the opening from the next cubicle, so we both fucked it and invited him over. We eventually wound up with 4 bears in the cubicle, 2 of us verse, my 1st fuck a total top and the 1st ass that came though the wall a total bottom. I wound up with 3 loads in my ass, and shot my load in the total bottom while the total top shot his 2nd load in 10 minutes in me. My next memorable fuck was with a verse guy I knew well from when I lived in Denver. We had fucked each other probably hundreds of times 20 plus years ago, but never bareback. We traded off fucking each other in the sling, both remembering exactly how we liked it, until I came in his cum sloppy hole for the 1st time, switched and had him breed me just a few seconds later. The next couple of hours are kind of a blur, I took 4 more loads and bred a guy in the fuck box again. There was a really hot black guy just my type that showed up and was offering his hole, but being tired and having already cum 3 times I wasn't able to fuck him, much to my disgust. Closing Time: I finished my coffee on the patio around 2, and went back in to find things had picked up significantly again. I got fucked briefly a couple of times in the sling, but didn't get my 10th load. I headed back over to the round bed, with cum running down my legs with every step. This time a short latino twink wearing a harness offered me his dick to suck. He proceeded to fuck me hard, in every position possible for the next 20 minutes. When the announcement was made that the club was closing in 20 minutes came, he was in me missionary and fucked me that way for another 10 minutes before breeding me. A black bear that had been watching us and letting me suck his dick, quickly filled my just vacated hole and dumped load number 11 for the night in me. By this time, the club was starting to clear out, so I grabbed some paper towels, put a couple of them in my crack before putting my shorts back on to staunch the flow of cum leaking out, and a couple more to put in the seat of the rental car. I'm happy to report I did not leave a cum stain in the driver's seat, and if I make it through tonight might not have to clean the driver seat before I return the car, which will be a 1st for me on a trip that includes Palm Springs. I did put a towel in the bed before I went to sleep, and it was covered with crusty cum by the time I woke up this morning. This was my best night of the trip so far, so I matter what happens tonight the trip will be a success.

Wow, an American versed in Byzantine church history. Respect! Apparently your school system must be better than its reputation... 😉😋 Made me think of the rulings of the Council of Chalcedon on the nature of Christ: fully divine and fully human at the same time, without confusion, change, division, or separation. So maybe he's taken that load AND not taken that load at the same time. Man, this is so Zen... 🤣🤣🤣

I really should have put up a poll...

I loved it. I took at least 40 cocks in the afternoon I went. No idea how many loads. I ended up on the bottom end of a long train fuck soon after arriving. Next to another equally long train fuck. Then a guy grabbed me from the front and bent me over to suck his cock. A circle of guys crowded around and the guy I was sucking rotated my ass around for a while so they could take turns. I came up for air briefly and saw the bottom from the other train had had the same thing done to him and so had a third bottom. Yes I’m pretty sure they sold poppers.

It's what I am, a cumslut , cumdump faggot!!! I see nothing wrong with it. One time I called somebody a faggot and he was a gay man and he was so offended. I don't understand why the terminology is so bad. It just describes the true nature of man I think. We need to embrace each other and understand the true nature that we are going through that we like POZ men up our butts. What else I can say I don't know.

So far, Dan has kept to the agreement with Rick, and he is noticing more and more sexy guys around him. This happens to many of us when we are extra horny and when we learn the covert and overt signals of flirting gay men. I am sure Dan himself gives some flirtatious signals to other gay men and he doesn't even know it. I see Rick's appearance at the same bar as Dan in two perspectives. First, Rick is "checking on" Dan and making sure Dan is not "cheating" on their agreement, and second, Rick wants another conquest, but also wants this conquest to be known to Dan. This not only increases Dan's feralness for his first their sex on Saturday, but will also provide Dan with a "poz buddy" -- a guy who will be converting at the same time -- an additional support person for Dan. I also believe Rick knew Dan would hear him fucking Chris and come to watch Rick breed Chris with his toxic load. Rick intensified the scene with his poz talk and getting Chris to beg for it. All of this has me "chomping at the bit" and as feral as Dan for the next chapter! Thanks, @mancoco!

I guess my first real fuck buddy was my senior year of high school there was this horny little freshman I'd take home but we'd stop at my home first and I'd breed him. He really loved having cum in his ass and really tapped into my breeding side.

"When was the last time you got fucked bare?" he asked "With the Professor on Saturday" I replied "He cum in you" he asked "Yes Daddy he did" I answered "Were you still on PEP? Take it everyday?" he asked "Yes Daddy and I took my test and I was negative yesterday" I replied "Yes but tests are not good so soon to exposure." he said His demeanor had now changed to full Daddy mode. "But I am negative please fuck me please its been so long" I said begging "You want to impregnate you don't you? You want to have my seed and DNA in you right?" he said "Yes Daddy" I replied "Then baby we need to make sure you not pregnant by someone else ok. You want to be sure right?" he said looking at me with his caring face "Yes I do. I only want yours" I said "Ha ha sure not acting like it. Letting any guy with a hard cock into your pussy. " he said laughing I felt embarrassed. "Don't be embarrassed baby. I want to you fully explore and enjoy being such a good bottom you are. I have never had such a beautiful young man like you with such a tight pussy on him. And I have had a lot of pussy" he said I felt kind of relieved and also aroused and uncomfortable all at the same time. "Until this Saturday you will not let anyone fuck you. Understand?" Rick said "Yes Daddy" I said "You can suck cock and even take loads as the risk is nominal but no fucking. Even with a condom. That can break. Can you do that for me baby" he said "Yes Daddy, then what" I said eagerly "Then on Saturday you can go for a test and if you come back HIV negative then I will take you and make you mine." he said looking at me smiling "Daddy what if I come back and I am HIV POZ" I asked "Then someone else clearly was the one who got you pregnant. It could've been me but it could also been the Professor or those other guys who fucked you at the ABS." he said "Will you still...." I said and paused "Fuck you. Yes but it will be like every other one and in some ways less appealing cause I am not the one converting you" he said I looked down sadly. "It will be ok baby. Can you hold out for 5 more days of not getting fucked like a slut?" he said "Yes Daddy" I said "Good. A few other rules. Once we go down this path you are mine. You will be my property. What I says goes. And that means anything. Ok?" he said "Yes Daddy" I said. "Converting will take time and once you get sick I will take care of you. " he said "Thank you Daddy" I said "Good boy" he said With that he flipped me on my stomach and pulled down my briefs and dove down and started to eat my ass out. I moaned and pushed back on his mouth. The way he ate me out felt so good. "Hmmm I miss this pussy" he said while eating me out "OHHHH yes Daddy" I moaned "Yes Daddy what?" he said spanking my ass "Yes Daddy eat my ass out please" I begged He pulled back and stopped. I tried pushing back and he held me off. "Eat what?" he said I knew what he wanted me to say. "Eat my pussy Daddy please" I said softly "Louder" he said "Eat my pussy Daddy please" I said loudly "Yeah that's right boy its a pussy not an ass. The more you accept it the more I can assure you pleasure you will have" he said For some reason that stuck in my brain. I guess I enjoyed being a bottom and being fucked. That was the pleasure and so I guess I should just go with having men call my ass a pussy. Or more I should change my thought processes that I have a pussy. I just begged him to make me pregnant so I must have a pussy. "OHHH Daddy eat my pussy please eat my cunt please" I begged moaning pushing back "HMMMM yeah that's it. You are Daddy's little whore" he said going back to eating my ass and sticking in his fingers in me. I could help but just to moan and lose my self in the moment. I looked back under my legs and could see my cock hard point down and just leaking precum like a faucet. He then pulled my cock back and took it into his mouth pulling it back towards him behind me. It felt so good. I could feel my cock stretch backwards. I couldn't hold out and let out spurts of hot cum into his mouth while he had at least two fingers working my cunt over. He kept working over my prostate as I came and went faster massaging my hole. "OHHHHHHHHHHH" I moaned He kept sucking my cock and working my hole, I was in heaven. After a few minutes I started to calm down and he finally let my cock out of his mouth. I turned over and he kissed me deeply pushing my cum into my mouth. I kissed him openly taking it and moaning into his mouth. I rubbed his hard cock and pulled it down and went down on him. I could taste ass and cum on his cock. Clearly he had been fucking someone else but I didn't care. I worshipped, sucked, tongued and licked his cock as if it was the last one on earth. He moaned and kept my head down milking his cock. I went further and sucked and licked his balls making him moan. Then I dove in and ate his ass and tongued him. "Ohhh damn boy you miss Daddy don't you. I wish I could fuck your wet tight cunt now but we have to make sure" he said I kept working his ass then his balls and went back to his cock. I kept working it and licking and sucking it until I was rewarded with his hot cream spurt after spurt. I savored then swallowed his sweet load. After I was done we kissed and held each other. "I cannot wait for you to truly take me Daddy. I so want to give myself to you" is said looking in his eyes "Me too baby. Don't worry it will be soon." he said.

I woke up early feeling a stir. I opened my eyes and it was Rick standing over me. "Hi boy. Long time no see" he said looking down at me. He was dressed in his thin white shorts and tshirt. "Hi Daddy" I said smiling and sitting up in my bed quickly. He sat down on my bed leaning in and giving me a kiss. I opened my mouth and let his tongue ravish my mouth. He kissed deeply then pulled back. "How have you been? Tell me what you have been up to" he said I told him what I have been up to since we last talked. I recapped going over to Professor Post's place and that we had sex and about my health appointment and how I had missed him so much. "How was sex with your professor" he asked I told him in detail how he ate me out, and took me and he had a PA ring on his cock which bruised me up but also felt amazing and how I came hands free. I also told him I went to the clinic yesterday and tool my test and I was HIV negative in which he smiled back at me. "What's wrong. I can see something in your eyes" he said "I have been doing a lot of thinking while you have been gone. Looking back I have also been doing things that had we talked only a couple of months ago I would never think ever would happen or I would do. I never thought I would have sex with another man let alone be the bottom never mind someone who is HIV positive and have unsafe sex with him. . Although I did jack off with guys during high school and my swim coach. Maybe this was all in the cards. I even had an incident at work with this hot slutty chic who was hitting on me and I could've fucked easily rub my cock in a meeting with the Professor and I didn't get hard and I didn't want him to see so I wouldn't get in trouble and come to find out after talking to the nurse it was cause I didn't want him to think I was enjoying it cause really I had the hots for him. And eventually let him fuck me bare" I said. I kept rambling over my conflicts and realizations. Rick just let me talk and he listened. After I was done he looked at me. "And so how do you feel now" he asked "I think I want to continue this exploration this journey you started with me. I want to continue it with you." I said looking in his eyes and grabbing his hand. "And I want to take the next step with you" I said looking at him "I want you be more intimate with you, closer to you. I want to give myself to you" I said looking at him "What do you mean by that baby" he said caressing my hand "I want to come off PEP and give myself to you. For you to impregnate me with your seed, your DNA. To have you in me forever. For us to be together for ever" I said I leaned forward to kiss him, our lips brushed against each other for a soft sort kiss. "And what does that mean. I think I know but you have to say it" he said "I want you to give me your strain, your gift, your POZ cum. I want to get pregnant, I want to have your baby, your HIV strain me. Be the one to take me, own me, impregnate me with your POZ seed please. " I said with begging eyes "So you want me to covert you and make you HIV positive?" he asked "I guess yes but so much more. I want to be intimate and give myself to you, including your positive seed in me marking me and being in me for the rest of my life" I said "You guess? You need to be sure that is what you want. Being HIV positive" he said "Yes I know, I do and I want it to be with you. I guess I want more than that, I want to be with you" I said "I want that too baby. You will." he said and then leaned in as we kissed more. Then he pulled back. "Are you sure this is what you want? " he asked pulling away from me and having not physical contact. "This is a serious decision and it isn't to be taken lightly. I have seen many friends, lovers and former flings get real sick and die from this disease. It is real, this isn't something to do cause you are horny or think you are in love" he said I thought and paused. "Yes I do. I view this as part of my journey with you. I want you to convert me with your seed your DNA. I want to give myself to you" I said "Why do you want to do that" he replied I thought and paused. "It feels natural. You have shown me so much joy, and incredible pleasure I didn't know existed and I am sure there is more. I feel comfortable with you, I trust you, I have feelings for you. I do not know if you do for me but I have feelings for you." I said "You are so very special to me my baby. I never thought we would end up here like this when I first met you. I did have plans but never thought it would be like this, so special, not just another fling" he said and reached out to hold my hand. "If you do this, you have to do it my way. I will keep you safe always but I will expose you to things you may never expect to encounter but I want you to feel all the pleasure there is. I will take care of you. But you have to trust me" he said "Yes Daddy I really want that, thank you. I trust you" I said I reached over and kissed him and started to rub his huge hard cock thru his thin shorts. He kissed back then pulled away. "Please Daddy fuck me now please, its been too long" I moaned "Hold on. I would love nothing more than to fuck you right here and now but we have to get some things straight ok" he said I nodded.

Chapter 2 - Internet Fun and Games are all very well until... He had been scared to even look at 'bad' websites before. Couldn't they track where you went on the internet? Whoever 'they' were - his College, the Government, his parents? However, at College his friends would look at banned violent movies, sometimes even talked about looking at porn. He wondered if he could watch with them - maybe jack off with them - but of course he never asked. Besides if the hammer hadn't come down on them then it seemed clear it wouldn't come down on him and if he was going to look at porn then it would be of a distinctly different flavor. Going in he didn't realise exactly what that flavor would be but he soon found out. He had a very particular taste in such things. Two muscular jocks going at each other got dull fast. Ten muscular jocks going at each other, well so what? An older Daddy with a younger man was more like it. Except that condom had to go - this was his fantasy and who ever fantasized about being fucked with a condom? Then just as you were loving a video the guy pulled out and shot all over the other guy's back or his feet or his sofa or wherever. Apparently everywhere except where that cum was supposed to go. Perhaps there was a little bit of his strict father in him after all. He knew what he wanted from his porn and he'd accept nothing less. It had to be bare and it had to finish with a heavy load shot in a well-fucked asshole, preferably several loads. That was non-negotiable from the start but soon he knew that to excite him the men planting their loads had to be older men, tough or even rough looking men. Men you didn't mess with, men with a little intimidation about them, men that didn't look like they would take no for an answer. As for the guy being fucked well it only made sense that they would look younger, less powerful, more like they were just a hole for the other men's pleasure. The video titles called them twinks and he thought they were his favorite until the most important day in his life. *** They weren't speaking English. He thought it was Russian but who knew? A young man, almost a boy, came towards the camera, blew a kiss and gave a girly little wave. The boy was beautiful - that was the only word for it. Not handsome like a man but beautiful like a girl. The boy had brown hair, expressive bright blue-green eyes, a cute face and flawless pale skin. His body was slim except for a delicious bubble butt. So what? Weren't there plenty of cute boys out there online? Well yes - but not like this one. The hair, the eyes, the smile, that cute pale body - they all reminded the viewer of himself. It was crazy - had he got some family connection to over there? The face was a little different of course but still similar enough that sitting in his bedroom in his parents' house the viewer could imagine it was him there. Posing for the camera, greeting the two big rough bearded men, dropping to his knees and sucking them. Being slapped, being spat on, being sworn at. It was Russian but he still knew they had to be very nasty words - just by the way the men spat them out. When that pretty little mouth had done its job and the men's cocks were hard as a rock they just used the boy. They didn't make love to him or even just fuck him - they USED him. Made the beautiful boy merely a couple of holes for their big hard cocks. Left him exhausted and lying there with cum dribbling down his leg from his well-filled ass. It was shocking, the viewer felt a little guilty even to be seeing it. However, he wasn't only viewing it. He was frantically jacking his dick until his own load shot onto his chest. Perhaps the biggest load he had ever shot from his thin, distinctly undersized, penis. Until the shock of cumming left him wondering what noises he had made and dreading someone having heard him. Still the viewer, for all his fear, didn't take his eyes off that screen. Didn't miss the moment when the camera zoomed in on the Russian boy's face, a face covered in sweat and saliva. A boy exhausted and ruined for the two brutes' pleasure. One of the men walked towards the camera showing clearly his tattooed torso. He and the other man had lots of tattoos. Tribal designs and scripts of course but also a strange sort of round design and weird plus signs and each even had a matching scorpion with a vicious looking sting. "Tupaya Suka - naslazhdaysya nashim podarkom!" The man snarled out the words with contempt and his friend laughed. Then the second man moved back to the boy and behind him. He brought his hand down on the perfect curve of the boy's butt with a hard slap and the boy squealed in protest. Only for a moment before the boy shifted onto his hands and knees on the bed and dropped his head back down to the stained mattress. The first man picked up the camera and moved round to show the boy's butt as he presented it. The hole was still open a little, still had man-seed dribbling from it. The second man moved forward and his long, thick, cock easily reclaimed its rightful place, all the way inside. There were twenty more minutes of the video and three more loads, two on screen and another on the viewer's chest. It was perfect. The perfect porn. Everything about it was just what he wanted. As the subsequent weeks were to show this was the sort of porn that fuelled desires and dictated dreams. *** Walking out of the College Campus one day a young man his own age walked up and gave him a leaflet. Then he noticed a few yards along the same young man getting into an argument. He glanced at the leaflet - 'Support Center for LGBTQ+ Youth.' No wonder that'd caused trouble! The college wasn't friendly to such 'outreach'. Surreptitiously he glanced at the paper. Information on safe sex ('CONDOMS') and a much smaller section about other protection against STDs, especially PrEP. He knew all about that - even his school had rushed through the basics of sex-ed. While pretty much every other student was laughing their asses off about 'faggots' he'd made sure to listen. Not that it mattered. It wasn't like he was doing anything. Virginity was a sure safeguard in such matters, The thought almost made him laugh - his parents would at least have approved of that! Sexuality and desire had always been a complicated and rather confusing thing for young Jordan Myers. Given his background and the fact he still lived with his parents how could it have been any different? However recent events, with crystal clarity, had proved to him without any doubt just who he was and what he needed to be. Over the next few weeks he watched THAT video over and over again - when he wasn't watching it in reality he was performing it in his dreams. He was that boy in a dirty, threadbare, apartment on a filthy mattress being fucked into insensibility, being fucked just like he deserved. He became desperate for any moments when his parents were not there and when he was safe for a while from discovery. Then he could look at the video and also at himself in the mirror. He knew he was attractive but the boy was beautiful and he understood where the difference lay. He summoned the courage to buy make-up on his trips into college. Hid it away in a secret stash and got it out in such precious moments to experiment. A little eye make-up made a huge difference. Just a little lipstick allowed the almost feminine nature of his attractiveness to show through, to blaze off the mirror and back into his eyes. Slowly, oh so slowly, he trimmed and thinned his eyebrows while letting his hair grow just a little longer. Not as long as he wanted but as long as he could get away with without exciting suspicion. Even if only he knew that he was growing it and why - that was just so exciting! It took him awhile but he came to want to know more. The video had a few details he could follow up. First there were those words snarled at the boy as he lay there covered in spit and sweat and leaking two men's seed. It took a few efforts but finally he managed to transcribe it reasonably accurately and run it through a translator. 'Dumb bitch - enjoy our gift!' That was so fucking hot! To be that beautiful and desirable and yet just to be these two men's 'dumb bitch'. Perhaps the second part was lost in translation a little. What was the gift the man was laughing about? Their cocks? Well whatever it was - he knew that he wished he had been the one receiving it. That Russian boy felt like a kindred spirit somehow to young Jordan, a fellow-seeker after the true meaning of sex and desire. The boy had been so lucky to find men ready to give him their gift. Ready to film it too and to put it out onto the internet. So the world knew - so nobody could deny who and what he really was. How fortunate that boy was and how Jordan wished he could be that lucky, experiencing all that the Russian boy had experienced and would experience. What else could he find out? Jordan was hungry, no ravenous, to know more. What about those tattoos? The scorpions and the plus signs and that weird round symbol. He couldn't easily search a symbol or a mathematical sign. But the scorpion maybe meant something? He searched and found an astrological sign - which sort of made sense. However, it didn't help much. He pretty much gave up on learning more but idly spooled his phone's screen down the search results. Which is when he saw it. That same weird symbol alongside the image of a scorpion. A link to a forum with a similarly strange name. The Breeding Zone? Jordan clicked the link... ***

Bill grabbed a coffee and managed to glance at the newspaper standing behind the counter. He was irritated. Both Timmy and Peter had called in sick so he had had to clean the place himself before it opened, and now he was going to have to run around making tea and cleaning up after the customers all day. He was lazy at heart and had got used to them doing the menial work as well as servicing the old trolls who had been coming in increasing numbers. He had to admit they were good for business. “Alright Bill?” One of the regulars came down the stairs, his dangling cock glistening with lube. It was a “no towels” day so everyone was naked. It looked like he had been putting his cock somewhere wet. “Can I have a cup of tea?” Bill sighed and put down the paper. “Sure, “He replied. “I’ll bring it in.” The man nodded and went off to the lounge. Bill smiled as he saw the cleft between the sagging buttocks was also wet and dripping. “Dirty old git.” He thought. He made the tea and took it in. There was a knock at the back door as he was picking up a bag to go and empty the bins upstairs. He wasn’t expecting any deliveries. “Better see who it is,” He thought. It was raining outside and Mark felt thoroughly miserable. It was his first term at the local college and he’d volunteered to distribute leaflets and try and get some donations for a local charity they supported. He was 18 small, overweight and shy having never been away from home before. He’d thought this might help him make some friends but as he stood there with the rain dripping off him he felt he’d made a mistake. The door opened and a middle-aged man stood there in a grubby singlet and shorts. He scratched the heavy belly bulging beneath the singlet as he contemplated the student standing in the rain. The young man blushed as he saw the heavy bulge in the man’s shorts. “S..sorry to bother you.” He stammered. “I’m collecting for charity and wondered…” His voice tailed off as he stood there intimidated and yet drawn to this almost naked man. “Mmmm,” Thought Bill, noting the red face and downcast eyes. He’d also noticed the glance at his groin and the unconscious lick of the lips. “Could be...could be.” He smiled. “You poor thing!” He said, “You must be so cold. Why don’t you come in and I’ll see what I can do. I’m sure my regulars might want to give you something.” A vision of the lad naked made his cock swell and he saw it had been noticed. “Regulars?” The young man asked “Sure. This is a gay sauna as you’d have seen if you’d come round to the main door. Does that bother you?” Mark swallowed. He didn’t want to appear in any way prejudiced. And also, he was surprised to find himself getting excited and he was soaked to the skin. “N..no.” He stammered. “That would be fine.” The man stood back and Mark squeezed past him, conscious of the heavy body and the faint smell of sweat. It was warm inside and Mark stood dripping inside the door. “I’m Bill,” said the man. “You’re cute. What’s your name?” A man appeared from a door behind the reception desk. He was in his late 60’s and stark naked. “I’m...I’m Mark” He said, ogling the nude old man who stood there unashamed and winked at him. “Well, Mark. This is our no towels day. Everyone is naked. Does that bother you?” Mark swallowed as the old man disappeared up some stairs. He was excited. And also scared. Something was going to happen and he didn’t know what. He shook his head. “Do you like seeing naked men? Does it excite you?” Mark blushed, aware now of his stubby little erection. Suddenly, Bill took off his singlet, revealing a hairy torso and fat tits. As Mark watched, he dropped his shorts and a thick, wet penis rose stiffly below his hairy belly. Before the student could react, he took him in his arms, pulling him against his naked body and mashing his mouth on his in a full on kiss. Mark squirmed, unable to resist, but he felt himself surrendering to this first gay kiss and his body hung limply in Bill’s embrace. After a while, Bill led him over to the counter. “Take off your clothes.” He said. Mark hesitated. What was happening to him? But his heart was pounding and the thought of being naked in front of a man was overwhelming. With trembling fingers he took off his soaking hoodie and tee shirt, lowered his trousers and then, with a gasp of emotion, pulled down his underwear and stood there nude. Bill took his clothes behind the counter then grabbed him in a hug. As he kissed him again Mark felt the heavy cock against his belly. In a fever of excitement he returned the kiss and pushed himself against Bill’s cock. Bill smiled to himself. Time to see if his instincts were totally correct. “It’s not just no towels day,” He whispered into Marks ear. “It’s HIV positive day. Everyone here is poz.” Mark gasped and went rigid with shock. Bill pushed his cock against the young man’s belly, fondled his little cock and hugged him tight. Mark was scared, excited, shocked and surprised all at once. This was so depraved! He was actually in a filthy sauna where men infected each other willingly. Then a thought came to him. “Are...are...you?” He whispered back. Bill chuckled. “Oh yes!” He said. He took Mark’s hand and wrapped it around his cock. “Do you like my poz cock?” He whispered. “Would you like it in you?” “Oh my God,” Thought Mark. “What am I doing?” But it felt sooo exciting, sooo dangerous. He should leave, should run from this man. But he just mewled with emotion. Bill reached under the counter and produced a small, brown bottle. He unscrewed the top and a sharp, solvent smell made Mark’s heart race. “Sniff this.” Said Bill. “It’ll help you relax” Mark took a sniff and his eyes widened as the solvent made him melt with excitement and lust. “Just a moment.” Said Bill, he went and locked the door “Come on, lover boy” He took Mark’s hand and led him over to the stairs. Naked, excited, dizzy from poppers, Mark allowed himself to be taken upstairs. At the top was a short landing with a doorway at the end. Bill opened the door and took him inside. There was a small room with two old, stained couches on which three old men sat watching a gay movie. “This is Mark,” said Bill. “He’s all yours.” Mark gasped, turning to Bill in surprise. “I thought..I mean..aren’t we..” Bill pressed the bottle to his nose . “Not yet. Customers always come first!” Mark sagged and felt himself enveloped in old, sagging flesh. They bore him over to a couch and dragged him down until he was kneeling with his rear in the air. Hands caressed him and fingers anointed his hole with something cold and slippery. He gasped at this intimate invasion and someone said: “He has a lovely bottom. So tight! Is he a virgin?” “Yep,”said Bill. “Oooh lovely. So he’s neg, then?” “Oh yes.” Bill replied. “So who’s going to be first to knock him up?” Mark went cold as he heard this exchange, but he couldn’t move and the poppers still made his heart pound. “Have a go, Arthur,”sniggered a voice. “You’re spunk’s right toxic, ain’t it?” Mark felt hands on his hips and then the blunt head of an erect cock pushing against his arsehole. He stiffened, but an old, rough voice said “Relax and let me in. Give it some more poppers someone.” More solvent coarsed through him, the blunt head pushed against him, and then his arsehole gaped and the long, thin cock slid up him and he cried out with pain and pleasure. “Yeah, that’s nice. I’m in it now.” Grunted Arthur and he began to thrust in and out of the upraised bottom. “Knock it up, Arthur.” Said Bill. “Don’t take all day.” He bent and took Marks face in his hands, kissing him and sliding his tongue into his mouth. Mark felt himself giving way to it, the questing tongue in his mouth and the thrusting cock in his backside. He couldn’t help pushing back as the old man’s thrusts became more urgent. “Oh yeah!” He grunted and his cock throbbed inside him as it spurted. “Well done!” whispered Bill. “His poz babies are swimming in you now. You’ll soon be pregnant!” He stood up and watched Arthur’s cock flop wetly out of the cute buttocks. “Let’s make sure shall we? Who’s next?”

growing up I always thought that it was normal to suck dad off or get fuck by dad or my uncle or to be taken to places where dad would watch as men would use my throat or ass for their pleasure and thought all boys did that with their dads. I can't say that I didn't enjoy it and glad to have that special bonding with dad and later to find out that others wished their dads were like mine. Over the years I have met a lot of straight or bi guys that wish they had a closer bond with their dads and have encouraged them to try it with their dads or sons as they may regret never having that special bond even at first if it's rejected, a few drinks or tokes can help the mood as most young guys are always horny for anything and haven't met a dad that that would turn down a blow job.

Part 3 The weight of Jake's body was gone, but the pressure of his presence remained. Chad lay frozen, listening to Jake's breathing even out into the deep rhythm of sleep. The moment Jake was truly under, Chad shot out of bed as if he'd been electrocuted. He didn't bother with clothes, just fled, his bare feet silent on the carpet as he sprinted for the sanctuary of the bathroom. He slammed the door and leaned against it, his chest heaving. That's when he felt it: a slow, warm trickle making its way down the inside of his thigh. He looked down. A milky trail was snaking its way toward his knee. The combined essence of Asha and Jake, a physical manifestation of his betrayal. A wave of nausea and guilt washed over him, so potent it made him dizzy. Driven by a morbid curiosity he couldn't explain, he swiped a finger through the fluid. He brought it to his lips, his hand trembling. The taste was salty, bitter, complex. It was the taste of his own deceit. He was still a little high, the world soft around the edges, his emotions a volatile mix of shame and a strange, lingering thrill. He needed to wash it all away. He stepped into the large shower and pulled the glass door shut, the click echoing in the tiled room. He turned the water on, hot and powerful, and let the spray beat down on his back. It felt incredible, scalding away the sweat, the sex, the shame. He tilted his head back, letting the water cascade over his face, his eyes closed. The shower door clicked open. Chad's eyes snapped open. He spun around, his heart leaping into his throat. Standing there, completely naked, was Andrew. Asha's partner. He was just staring, a slow, evil grin spreading across his face as he took in the sight of Chad, wet and soapy and exposed. Without a word, Andrew strolled over to the toilet, his movements unhurried and confident. He stood with his back slightly to Chad, giving him a clear view of his cut, thick cock as he started to piss, a heavy stream hitting the water with a loud, deliberate sound. He didn't try to hide it. He stared right at Chad the entire time. Chad's face burned with humiliation. He quickly turned around, his back to Andrew, but it was too late. The image was seared into his mind. He could feel a familiar heat pooling in his groin. Against his will, against all reason, he was getting hard. He heard the stream stop, the toilet flush. Then the sound of bare feet on wet tile. The shower door slid open again. "Don't be shy," Andrew's voice was a low, amused rumble, right behind him. Chad felt a hand on his shoulder, turning him around. He kept his eyes down, focused on Andrew's chest. He couldn't bear to look him in the face. "Asha told me," Andrew whispered, his voice hot against Chad's ear. "He told me he fucked you. Came deep in your ass." Chad's head snapped up. His eyes met Andrew's. The water continued to cascade over Chad's right shoulder, running down his smooth, hairless chest. His small cock was now fully, achingly hard, the foreskin pulled back tight, sticking up at an angle. Andrew's eyes flicked down to it, then back up to Chad's flushed face. "Nice," he said, his voice thick with approval. He started pulling his own cock, slowly, methodically. It grew hard in his fist—fat, veiny, and intimidatingly thick. Chad was mesmerized. It was the first time he'd really looked at Andrew. He was 47, like Asha, but a completely different type. White, with piercing blue eyes and a thick, greying beard that framed a handsome, rugged face. His brown hair was cut short, shot through with grey at the temples, with a receding hairline that only added to his mature authority. He reminded Chad of his own dad, and the thought sent a jolt of forbidden electricity through him. He had broad, muscular shoulders that tapered to a solid paunch, and his thick legs were covered in a dense mat of dark hair. "Can I join you?" Andrew asked, his voice leaving no room for refusal. "I want to fuck you." Chad could only manage a choked whisper. "Sure." His face was crimson. Andrew's grin widened. "Good boy." Andrew stepped into the shower, closing the glass door behind them. The space was suddenly small, filled with steam and the scent of two aroused men. He crowded Chad against the tiled wall, his body a hot, hairy press against Chad's smooth skin. The sex was immediate and overwhelming. It was passionate and rough, a clash of tongues and teeth, of grabbing hands and searching fingers. Andrew was incredibly verbal, a constant stream of dirty praise and commands in Chad's ear. "Look at you, so fucking beautiful," he growled, his hands roaming Chad's body. "Such a tight little body. You like this, don't you? You like being used by real men." Chad could only whimper, his head thrown back, his hands clutching at Andrew's broad shoulders. It was true. He did like it. Finally, Andrew had enough of the foreplay. He spun Chad around, pushing his chest against the cold, wet tile. "Bend over," he commanded. "Stick that ass out for me." Chad complied, his hands flat against the wall to brace himself. He felt Andrew's thick cockhead press against his already-sensitive hole. "Gonna breed this pretty little ass," Andrew grunted as he pushed inside. "Gonna fill you up again. You're gonna be leaking all four of us by the time I'm done." The entry was a stretch, a burn that bordered on pain. Chad let out a choked cry, his body arching. Andrew didn't stop until he was buried to the hilt. Then he started to fuck him in earnest, hard, deep strokes that slammed Chad's body against the wall. He was relentless, his verbal assault never-ending. "Take it," he snarled. "Take my fucking cock. That's it, whimper for me. I love hearing you whimper. You love this big dick in your ass, don't you? Answer me." "Yes," Chad gasped, his voice broken. "Yes, I love it." He was lost. The pleasure, the pain, the humiliation, the sheer filth of it all coalesced into a perfect, stormy bliss. He felt his own orgasm building, impossible to contain. With a final, desperate cry, he came, his cock pulsing as it shot ropes of cum against the shower wall. His ass clenched tight around Andrew's shaft. "Fuck, yeah," Andrew roared, feeling Chad's spasms. "Milk that cock, you beautiful boy." He gave a few more brutal thrusts and then buried himself deep, his body tensing as he unloaded, adding his own thick, hot claim to Chad's overflowing ass. They stayed like that for a long moment, the water washing over them, their bodies heaving. Andrew slowly pulled out, turning Chad around and pulling him into a surprisingly gentle kiss. "Good boy," he whispered again, before stepping out of the shower, leaving Chad trembling, alone, and more full of cum and confusion than he had ever been in his life. Stay tuned for part 4

As someone who first came out as trans before accepting my true nature, I considered myself “straight” but life is so much better after accepting my place as a sissy fag cumdump and I wouldn’t have it any other way. I just need to work up the courage for the gift 🥵🙈💕

When I’m in the Rare “top mood”, I look at a cumdump full of cum and think,”jackpot!” Nothing like a cum filled loose cunt to be used and bred. I’m there to use that hole to cum and breed my nasty Asian seed. If you’re a good boy and deserving, I’ll communicate and talk dirty to you, otherwise there’s no talking and you’re just a transaction. A deserving bottom will be told for example; You want my dirty nasty Asian daddy seed up your cunt boy? Yeah open up that fuck hole and let daddy’s nasty cock breed you baby, I know you want it. Tell me you want daddy’s nasty seed up your twat and squeeze that man pussy. You know you want it. (I’ll make you yell that so the neighbors hear it! ) “I want your nasty dirty seed up my pussy daddy, please give it to me!!” Then just before I cum in your raw pink cunt which I’ve purposely fuck to hurt and rip, I’ll whisper, bite and tongue your ear that I’m pumping my “love load up your useless wrecked cunt with my nasty Asian cock” I will then make you say, “please give me that nasty seed up my pussy daddy” I may chock you for a bit to make sure you get my seed good. Make you aware I’m using your mind and manpussy the way you wanna be fuckhurt and used. A good top just doesn’t fuck a hole, he fucks the mind of the deserving bottom. Talking dirty is such a lost and dying art form. I’m on Prep and ddf but sure like to fuck a guy’s psych as well. Might as well fuck the mind since I’m fucking his cumhole.

Like most of the younger bottom, learn how to properly take a cock and to be a proper breeding pigs/ slut by the only help of their fuck buddy or any influenced guy who teach them every week,do you all still remember them , what's the thing you still miss about them , what's the most nastiest thing you don't like about them but you do like now

Seriously looking to have a chemed fueled fuck fest with other like minded men. Like dad used to say “the more the merrier!” I’ll add the more wild the better! I can travel anywhere in SoCal (I live in San Diego) or maybe I get a room somewhere? Any suggestions on a place? Cruisey seedy motels are preferred. I’m typically more top but I’m tired of feeling like a bitch when I bottom so anyone who can help open me up and expand my horizon (pun intended) would be super helpful lol. Let’s stop talking about it and be about it! lmk! A photo of the one time I took a big dick and didn’t die. lol

I have never had the least bit of desire to have any type of sex with my father. In fact, it is icky. I would have never done it with a son if I had one.. It is sort of hot to think about a father shooting the same cum into his son that he shot into the son’s mother to make him. If the son is at the age of consent, I don’t see much problem with it.

Missed you by a week... would've been happy to add to your load counT!

Hey guys, After wanting to have gay sex for a while, and after finally doing it, iv’e basically just turned into a total whore - had several gangbangs in the last month and taken many loads. I love feeling feminine as loads are pumped in me, and being used. During my gangbang this morning (8 guys), I was called a slut, bitch and whore, and the tops joked about my small penis (was tweaking a bit), and it made me wonder what tops think of bottoms that do this.

No. The delivery is wrong. Taking means someone is giving it to you. Not yourself.

Of course. Thanks for pointing that out, PozBearWI (and former neighbor) 😉

Nasty cum dump faggot here...the Bareback Bandit - taking cock and stealing loads!!!🧑‍🦰🕳️🍆💦💦☣️🔥😈🐽😛

Two sniffies tops in the same neighborhood unloaded in me back to back earlier this evening. In a pup hood, jock, athletic gear for both. Came in, stripped, and took a load from each 7.5" and 8" cock at their separate apartments, received two "good boy"s

I LOVE being bred through a glory hole but breeding through public glory holes aren't too popular in the states unfortunately so I've only had it happen a few times.

Love the bad boy, tattooed, bareback type guys, in no order I would love to flip fuck the following: Paul Cannon Pierre Fitch Sebastian Young. (RIP) Dillon Anderson Markie More

I can not get enough of him, and I know full well what I'm getting my self into, but the feeling of his raw dick and the cum he leaves in my hole is fantastic. As I head home, I can feel his cum leaking out of my cunt, and I will be back. I give him a call when I get home, and he wants to see me again, so we set up a date so almost every day, and on weekends I will be staying at his home. When he fucks me now, he is saying into my ear that he wants to make me pregnant and for me to carry his babies for the rest of my life as it will make his family and father very happy. The more he fucks me, the more I want as my hole is open and there is no pain like the first time but just a lot of pleasure as he talks about me being POZ and the joy of being POZ. It took four weeks for me to develop the fuck flu and when I could not make it over today as I was sick well, he came over and spent the next week taking care of me and saying he will introduce me to my uncles and my grandfather which sounds a little weird to me. When I feel better, he keeps fucking me, and the one thing is I'm always rock hard and want to fuck something. He takes me down the Medical center to get tested, and I tested POZ, so we are both happy then says we have to go to a family reunion this weekend so that I can meet my uncles and grandfather. We get to this house, and he takes me by the hand inside its kinda dark but I can see that there are others in the room then leads me to the basement were this older man is, and he says Daddy this is your new grandson. Grandfather comes over and hugs me and welcome to the family. Grandfather then introduces me to my Uncles who he had POZZED and tonight will my time to meet them all and that there loads. Grandfather tells me that I'm to get the family tattoo on the back of my ass as he straps me down to a table and goes to work. When he finished, he turns over I get a scorpion on my right nipple which is painful as Grandfather looks into my eyes and strokes my dick and says I' to go out and spread the family seed like it was to me. When he finishes the family take turns fucking me for the rest of the weekend, and I can barely move Monday morning. Grandfather tells me I'm to quit my job and become a massage therapist like my father as it is the easiest way to find horny men get them naked and fuck them like it was done to me.