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NO !!! It does Not count as taking a load. Direct Deposits REQUIRED to count as a load. The ass can be filled with cum and a good feeling for the bottom, it does not count as officially taking a load. Some guys do "freeze" several loads and later inject it in the ass with a full feeling, it does not count. Swallow the load is acceptable but does not count. Especially for men that are chasing and/or bugchasers. HIV is not transferred if exposed to air. You can lick cum off a wall/floor or mixed with food and down your throat. Mailed cum to be inserted are all options, but Direct Deposits are REQUIRED to be counted as Officially taking a load.

One of my best scruff fails (I always screen grabbed my most idiotic encounters) this one from 10 yrs ago

I'd call it artificial insemination, it can work if your just trying to get inseminated, but no where near as enjoyable as natural insemination.

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.

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.

I have always been a whore, and love to push myself further and further into the world of depravity. I have met many guys over the years that love to help me on that journey, and get their rocks off in the process. Jax was one of those guys, a total pig and beast of a man. 6’3”, surprisingly jacked for a semi truck driver. Hairy, covered in tattoos, thick and hung with an amazing 00g PA. And to top it off, a completely depraved pig. He was amazing! We first met a few years back when he stopped by a cumdump session I was hosting in a truckstop motel. He fucked me nice and good, loving how sloppy I was, and gave me two big loads. He was so impressed that he waited until I was done to get my info (what a gentlemen). We chatted and got to know each other over a bit of food in the diner. And after a great conversation he railed me one more time in the bathroom. We’d meetup for all kinds of wild fun from time to time. He was one of those aggressive bulls that loved to push me farther and farther. So one day he tells me to meet him at this truckstop, bring nothing, and to clear my next few days. I had no idea what to expect, but never say no to Jax. I’m there waiting when I see his truck pull up. Tells me strip and just waits for me. I start going, not minding if anyone else can see, and as I’m in only my jockstrap and socks, he tells me to stop and get in. Thankfully I picked a jockstrap that showed off all my ASSets that day! The wild weekend began with a road trip through Pennsylvania, just enjoying his spacious semi-truck cabin as we drove. The truck was our home for four days, a mobile playground of debauchery and filth. I had been down this road before, loving every second of it, but the allure of another round of non-stop action was too tempting to resist. He slammed me up, whipped out his already throbbing cock, and I got to work as he headed south. The open road stretching out before us, promising a weekend of unbridled pleasure and submission. From the moment we hit the highway, it was a blur of highs and lows, pleasure and pain. My toxic companion kept me high, constantly pushing me farther. He loved seeing me so exposed and waiting to be used. I was dressed in that jockstrap and socks only, the same outfit for the entire journey. The fabric grew damp with sweat and other fluids, a constant reminder of the debauched activities that filled our days and nights. I was in heaven, lost in a haze of desire and indulgence. He used me every chance he got and invited many others to do the same. The truck was a moving brothel, and I was the main attraction. We stopped at bathhouses and truck stops, where I was passed around like the cheap whore that i am. The men who used me were pigs, taking what they wanted without a second thought. On our second night, he got my insanely high and right there in a truckstop parking lot he let the men go at me. I waited ass up in the back as 22 different pigs climbed back to use me as they pleased. Each one took their turn, some long, hard, and brutal, others fast, cheap, and disgusting, but all of them using me for their pleasure, leaving me spent and sloppy. During the next day, I was fisted by the side of the highway, the rumble of passing trucks a constant backdrop to my moans. It was a scene of pure carnal abandon, the sun beating down on my bare skin as I was used and abused. Jax getting elbow deep as his muscular, hairy arms opened me up wider and wider. During a quick stop at a pay by the hour motel, the men who stopped were rough and uncaring, taking their pleasure without concern for mine. But in that moment, it was exactly what I wanted, what I craved. During one memorable stop, two particularly sexy fuckers pulled me out of the truck. They were massive, covered in tattoos, hairy and muscled, their cocks thick and ready. Right there in the back of a gas station, right by the dumpsters, they face-fucked me, their hands gripping my hair as they used my mouth back and forth. Jax and a few other men standing there, watching. Then, they spit-roasted me, switching between my mouth and ass, their movements synchronized to bring them both to the brink. When they were done, they made me suck their cocks clean, licking up every drop of their sloppy cum. As I waited there, happy and grateful used, they both started to piss on me, their hot streams marking me as their own. I enjoyed every drop By the end of the trip, I was a used and sloppy mess. My body ached from the constant use, but I was content, sated in a way that only such extreme experiences could provide. My toxic companion had kept me high the entire time, his chem piss continuing to push me farther and farther as I “helped him save time,” because I’m a caring companion on the road. It was a trip I would never forget, a wild ride of pleasure and pain, submission and indulgence. As we finally pulled back into Pennsylvania, he gave me one last use, loving how far he’d taken me. He kicked me out of his truck, still only in my jockstrap and socks, and drove away. As I stood their exhausted and smiling, I knew I would be back for more, always craving the next fix of this twisted, debauched lifestyle. But in the meantime, I had to introduce myself to the three burly truck drivers in the parking lot who were smiling and licking their lips…

As the title says I finally gave in and got my ass fucked. It was about a week before Christmas 2025 and I was having a few drinks at home and just was feeling so horny and my ass just had this hunger I couldn't ignore anymore. So after building up some courage and getting cleaned out I decided to go to a sauna in the city and put my ass up in a dark room. It was only about 15mins of waiting before I felt a hand on my ass and someone asking do I wanna get fucked. I then took a big hot of my poppers and said fuck yea, please fuck me. It felt so hot and dirty getting fucked in a dark room like that, I kept begging him for it, deeper and harder. I can't believe how slutty I was sounding. Now that the initial post nut clarity has gone away I can't stop thinking about it and wanting to try it again.

Chapter 29: Exit Strategy Backrooms at InfraRed. 31-Oct-20XX. 22:38 MST. REDACTED location. As the nightclub began filling up with people and the floor began to hum under the vibration of the bass, Spencer continued breeding the punk. His strokes easily fell in sync as the percussion of the EDM matched his thrusts. And every time he drove his infected meat stick home, he felt a simultaneous stab in his heart. Spencer quickly came to understand that the feelings weren’t his own. He slowed his thrusts, and raised his head to lock eyes with someone across the darkroom. It’s coming from him, Spencer thought. This is eating him alive. It was a weird mixture of guilt and regret and envy, and when he connected with the man who converted him, he knew. He saw Bryce watching with a pained expression, and the tall guy looked to be consoling him. Spencer turned his head back down to look at the punk. For a guy who’s done porn, his hole sure is tight. Clearly he doesn’t do this very often. The punk winced as Spencer resumed fucking him, his hole taking quite a beating in ways it had never done before. Spencer was obviously better endowed than anyone he had ever worked with, and the gasps and grunts and cries proved that the corrupted bodybuilder was pushing his limits. What was this guy’s name? Spencer wondered to himself. Fuck, I’m so bad with names. I’ll call him Spike. That haircut is insane. “Spike” had carelessly turned on his back to take more of Spencer’s cock, and in so doing, flattened his carefully sculpted mohawk. But he hadn’t got used to taking the intrusion. Spencer heard a voice in his head. Spit on him. It will go so much easier for both of you. He slowed his thrusts again, and positioned himself above Spike’s face. Opening his mouth, he let a long, thin sheet of saliva escape and land on Spike’s face. It had the desired sedating effect, and within seconds, Spike had calmed. Relaxed. Spencer resumed fucking him, and with renewed intensity. Now he could finish the breeding without Spike’s complaints or thrashing. And the pangs of guilt resumed as well. Spencer came to realize he was doing this to hurt Stag. The man who gave him this incredible gift pushed him away when the tall guy showed up, and didn’t even bother to introduce him, and then disrespected him. Good, the voice in his head whispered. Make him see what he has lost. You are mine, not his. Something in Spencer snapped at that moment. I’m… not doing this because I want to? Spencer suddenly stopped mid-thrust. The whole world seemed to stop for him. His balls protested slightly, frustrated by the withheld release. The voice didn’t answer. Spencer looked up at Stag again, and it looked like he was weeping. The guilty feeling settled in full force. Spike looked up at Spencer, dazed, but curious why he wasn’t finishing the breeding. Spencer inhaled quietly, hit with the realization that he was being controlled just now, and intentionally hurting someone he used to care for. He hated how he ended things with Bryce, and wanted to ask for a second chance, but didn’t know if that's what Bryce wanted. Or if it was just revenge sex. He was the only one who didn't drool over me, and just let me be the beast I am. And now he's pushed me further than — “Keep going, big guy,” Spike cooed. Spencer looked back at Spike. Something snapped, and quick as a rocket, he pushed Spike’s legs upwards, pointing his heels at the ceiling. Something animalistic took over Spencer as he began jackhammering Spike’s ass. This was no longer a task commanded by an unseen commander. Now it was about finishing the job, and getting on with the night. Spencer pushed down his feelings with one thought: breed this punk, and then we can talk to Bryce. If he’ll hear me. Spencer finally came, shooting his first toxic load, and planted it deep inside Spike. He let out a roar as he climaxed, and Spike started leaking piss. The pain in Spike’s rectum matched the pain in Spencer’s heart, and in that moment, Spencer was sure he had ruined his chances with Stag forever. Spencer lowered Spike’s feet as his breathing slowed and returned to normal levels. Spike whispered, “Thank you, sir” before he was completely lowered, and within a minute, Spike was already drifting towards an unnatural sleep. The metamorphosis was about to begin, and his body went into a near-hibernation state. Spencer sat on the hard stone floor of the nightclub’s darkroom, suddenly winded and feeling the touch of golden sleep. The voice returned. Put him somewhere safe and away from others. He must not be disturbed. Spencer yawned hugely, feeling his own processes begin to shut down. He pushed himself to standing with a mighty effort, his limbs protesting slightly. His muscles felt fatigued, as if his breeding of Spike took everything out of him. Spencer gently picked up Spike in both arms, and carried him out of the darkroom to the dressing room. —-- “We were together for about three months and a week,” Stag blubbered. “He was so much more open-minded back then. I tried to change for him, and be the man he needed.” Lockjaw placed one hand on Stag’s shoulder empathetically, saying nothing. “But I was into some wild stuff that he really wasn’t,” Stag continued. “He wanted to get big, and I was third in his life. His muscle came first, then his career, and then me. I let him tie me up once. We did hot wax play. We did knife play, and watched fisting videos, and … other stuff I probably shouldn’t tell anyone…” Stag’s voice trailed off feebly. “I won’t tell, you have my word.” Stag hiccuped once as he struggled to not cry. “It was… just not his thing. I tried so hard to find something we both liked, and… and… now I’ve infected him, and it was all … for him, and now I can give him nothing…” That was when his eyes felt hot and wet, and the first tears finally broke through. Lockjaw at once felt sympathy for him. Mingled with compassion. After a loud inhalation, Stag continued. “And I was so jealous of what you and Sticks have, and I went back in the closet and repressed my feelings.” Stag wiped his face. “Tried to live a straight life, but I was never really into it.” “Back that up,” Lockjaw interrupted. “You're jealous of Eric and me?” Lockjaw let out a small snicker. “Believe me, we have our problems. We're not perfect.” “What kind of problems?” “None that are any of your business.” “I told you mine!” Lockjaw simply shook his head. “You volunteered that without my asking. I'm fine to listen, but your relationship with Spencer is your business.” Stag said nothing. He felt the moment when Spencer climaxed. He felt his guilt. And he sensed the man was coming over to talk to him. Stag's heart did a backflip in hopeful expectation. His hopes were dashed when he saw Spencer carrying Spike back into the dressing room where they had their first mating. Stag's heart sank again, and this time, the tears flowed easily. “I love him,” Stag admitted just above a whisper. “And I can't stand to see him go off with somebody else. I wanted it to be just the two of us.” Lockjaw hesitated before he spoke again. “I see. So you got this infection - same as Sticks and me - and gave it to him to… what, try to hang on to him? And how the hell did you reach that conclusion?” “You didn’t see it, but I did,” Stag continued. “When Patch and Pixel were changed, I saw an opportunity. Tex and I saw them get fucked, and on a hunch, I chased down the infection. I was thinking I could get it, and give it to Spencer so he’d blow up into the beast he is now, and maybe he’d take me back in gratitude.” Lockjaw felt like he had just been slapped across the face. “And you made him one of us. That's pretty fucked up.” Beat. “But I get it. I did some crazy shit for love in my lifetime. Now, what are you going to do about it? How would you fix this with him?” Lockjaw surprised himself when he heard this. It was the most clarity he had in a full day. He pensed for the Alpha, but no response came. “I've got to tell him everything. That I need him. That I miss him. That I want to work on this with him. And that I'm worthy of him.” “A monumental task! He seems to have moved on of his own accord.” Snag sniffled. “I know. But I've got to try. He said some pretty terrible things to me when we parted, but my feelings for him never changed.” The hive network hummed between them again, and Lockjaw looked back and forth between Stag and Spencer, as if reading passing data waves. Both men were fucked up, but Lockjaw could sense that they were probably a match after all. Who better to fix a toxic piece of shit than another toxic piece of shit? These two deserve each other. “Shit, bro,” he muttered with a smile underneath. “You really ARE in love with him. I'm reading him right now, and he feels it, too.” Lockjaw placed his hands on Stag's shoulders, taking care not to scratch him with his claws. “He does?” Stag asked hopefully. “Listen to me. Fucking. Go. Get. Him. He's hurting, Bryce. And I bet it's got more to do with missing you than anything you might have said or done back then. Or failed to do, as the case may be.” Spencer waddled up to them, looking somewhat repentant and ashamed, but also very drained. His limbs seemed to drag, and though he tried to hide it, his facade was slowly crumbling as his body slowly succumbed to exhaustion. “Bryce.” Stag turned to Spencer, and looked at him intently with glassy eyes. “Thanks. Finally busted that plateau. I can't wait to try it out at the gym.” Stag decided on a smartassed deflecting remark instead of sincerity and kindness. “Are you sure you can keep your pants on long enough to finish a set?” “Fuck you, asshole.” “Fuck me yourself, you coward.” Stag bared his teeth, expecting to fight his lover. Spencer was too tired to retort, so he exhaled and said, “You're a joke.” “And you're the awkward silence that follows.” Lockjaw bit his knuckle to keep from laughing at the snappy comeback. Wow, they already fight like an old married couple. “I mean that, Spence. Let's go and you can fuck me til daylight,” Stag said in a playful voice. Spencer only stared at him, feeling the connection between them growing. That was the wrong thing to say. But… I want nothing else. “We can,” Spencer said in a tired voice. “I’m just really exhausted right now. I’ve got to sit down, catch a few winks.” Stag and Lockjaw exchanged concerned glances. “That’s not sleep,” Lockjaw said in a matter-of-fact voice. “Stag, after you converted him, did he go into chrysalis?” Stag searched his memory. “Shit. No. Right after we finished, you showed up, and…” Spencer’s expression turned to guilt and shame when he saw Stag’s eyes drift toward the place where Spike would be resting. “He’s shutting down and needs to complete the transformation,” Lockjaw said. “Not here, this isn’t the place to do it. We need to leave. Now.” Spencer felt a small spark that kept him from sleeping standing up. “Spike is still sleeping.” Stag snickered. “That’s a stupid name. Spike? Really?” Spencer took an attitude of defensiveness that he didn’t really feel. “Shut up. Stag.” Lockjaw gave a sardonic laugh as he realized how bizarre their codenames must truly appear to civilians. “I need to take you to meet the Alpha. Oh, and I'm Adrian, but you can call me Lockjaw.” Spencer looked at the tall man, and took in his features for the first time. Then he looked down at the man's dick. Hung like a horse. Good for him. Spencer knew what responsibility came with such a weapon. “Another military guy?” “I'm a Major. He's one of my lieutenants. Where's your friend?” Spencer pointed a thumb over his shoulder. “Dressing room.” Lockjaw understood. “Don’t worry, it’s just a cocooning process. I went through it myself. You’ll need to do it, too. It’s just sleep where your system resets and you wake up fully transformed. I don’t know what will happen if you force your way around it. We can’t wait until Spike comes out of it. Grab him, and let’s get both of you out of here.” With impeccable timing, a new command rippled out across the mental network. Return. All of you. Return to the lair. Immediately. Stag and Lockjaw turned their eyes toward each other, knowing the boss was calling them off the mission. A single, silent nod of the head, understanding that they truly must go. “Let’s boogie. We can’t go out the front or the alley,” Lockjaw ordered. “I had to come in through the roof. I’ll go get Spike, you two wait for us at the stairs.” “Get my bag,” Spencer quickly said. “I’ve got… (sharp exhalation) protein bars, and a phone. Water bottle.” “Will do.” Leave them alone, Lockjaw thought to himself as he went toward the dressing room. Let them find their way back together. God, please let them find their way back together. He hoped his prayer would be enough to get the ball rolling. The door of the dressing room was closed. Lockjaw remembered seeing the body of another man passed out in this room, and he might have come around since arriving. He gingerly opened the door so as not to startle the man, but the room hadn’t changed since he last saw it. The owner of InfraRed still lay in a crumpled heap amid the scattered boxes. Lockjaw checked the man for breathing and obvious injuries, and was relieved to find none. He’s out cold. Breed him, Lockjaw. Lockjaw stood quickly. “No, Alpha,” he whispered. “The order to withdraw takes priority.” He turned, and saw Spike lying on the floor, still wearing his leather, his spiky mohawk pushed down to one side. Rapidly transforming, and sweating through the conversion fever. All seemed to be normal. Lockjaw spotted a small black vinyl bag with drawstrings near the mirror. He opened it, and found it contained a smartphone, three high-end protein bars, jerky, a wallet, condoms, a hot pink thong, a small bottle of lube, and at the very bottom, a bottle of water. Everything indicated this was Spencer’s. Lockjaw slung it over his shoulder, then turned to Spike. Gently taking Spike in both arms, Lockjaw raised him from the floor as if lifting a sleeping child. A flicker of memory - he did this once for his nephew after his fifth birthday party, and remembered the peaceful slumber of a child. This was no different. A few steps and they were back on the dance floor. Lockjaw quickly carried him to the roof stairs, hoping they wouldn’t be noticed. Stag and Spencer had already gone up. Lockjaw walked up on them mid-conversation. “Yeah, we can try again,” he heard Spencer say, sounding more tired than before. Stag held his hand, and stared lovingly into his eyes. “I won’t let anything happen to you. Just stay awake til we get there.” “I’m so wiped,” Spencer said quietly. They saw Lockjaw approaching with the comatose Spike in his arms, and the energy shifted. “What’s the plan? We gonna go across the rooftops?” Lockjaw nodded once. “Yep. There were too many emergency vehicles down below when I came in. Seems Zero caused a scene earlier, and the paramedics were called. Police, too. It was fucking chaos down there. So I scaled the building next door, and came down the other side.” “Clever.” Stag turned to Spencer. “Whaddya say? Got enough left in reserves to do it?” Spencer nodded twice, but gave no verbal response. Stag reached out to touch him, and before making contact with his skin, he could already feel the heat coming off the absurdly muscular body. Shit, he’s burning up. Gotta move fast. The men climbed the stairs. Lockjaw took point, and Spencer followed groggily. Stag picked up the rear, making sure Spencer didn’t fall backwards to the bottom. No one spoke. Reaching the roof, Lockjaw paced backwards a little to give himself distance for running. Suddenly, he charged forward and made an impressive leap across the gap between structures, all the while holding on to Spike. His landing was a little rough, and Lockjaw’s ankles absorbed most of the impact. Lockjaw turned back to look. “All right, Tiny. You’re next.” Spencer frowned. Stag only chuckled. “That’s your codename now, Tiny.” “Fuck you,” Spencer snapped with feigned anger. “Go on, Tiny, I’ll be right behind you,” Stag said encouragingly. With muscle memory kicking in, Spencer went to one side of the roof, his baby blue shoes noisily crunching on gravel all the way. He turned, and faced the distance. Pumping his arms as he ran, the crunching became louder and rapid. Spencer didn’t expect to move as quickly as he did, and the jump came prematurely. My kingdom for a goddamn Red Bull right now, Spencer thought as he leapt across. His landing, too, was not gentle, and Lockjaw felt him impact the floor as the large man touched down. And seconds later, Stag was across as well, his muscles primed after such an exertion. He suddenly felt a craving. Spencer felt no more awake after the crossing. “Where to?” Lockjaw tilted his head slightly. “I’ll lead the way. Try to stick to shadows, and move as fast as you can. ERVs are out tonight, and we can’t get caught.” Stag lit a cigarette, exhaling gratefully as they walked across the other rooftop toward the fire escape ladder. Mission accomplished, he thought to himself. Spencer is mine, and the night is done. His train of self-congratulatory thought was interrupted when a hand appeared in front of his face, and grabbed his smoke from his lips. Now it was in Spencer’s hand and the two of them came to a stop. Stag expected a lecture or some biting comment. What he did not expect was what happened next. Spencer put the butt to his lips and inhaled the smoke deeply. Even Lockjaw had to stop and look to see why they weren’t moving. “Dude, what the fuck,” Stag said incredulously. Spencer exhaled, letting the nicotine enter his system. “It’ll keep me awake. I need the free testosterone boost.” Lockjaw turned away, not fully understanding, but also not caring. Stag smirked slightly, both amused and shocked. I’ll bet he and Gravestone get to be cigar buddies. Then a pang of imagined jealousy hit him. If he fucks my man, I’ll kill him with my bare hands, commander or no. Stag lit another one, and they went down the fire escape stairs. Lockjaw was grateful that the escape wasn’t a ladder, or else carrying Spike while navigating the rungs of climbing would have proved near impossible. No one spoke as they quietly descended. They saw the last police vehicle drive away from the area as they neared the bottom, and the city fell silent as the men touched terra firma once again. “You doing okay, Spence?” Stag asked. Spencer threw the cigarette butt on the ground, and spit out the tar on his tongue. “Ugh, why do you smoke these things?” Stag grabbed his crotch with one hand. “I’ve got something else you can smoke,” he said with his own cigarette between his teeth, and a playful grin. Spencer looked at him, smiling himself. Stag winked at him, and caught a glimpse of Spencer’s newly formed teeth. He exhaled a sharp cloud of smoke in silent approval. The sight enticed him, and made him horny for the bodybuilder once again. “Fuck, you’re so hot. I'll get you something better when you've rested.” “Let’s get moving, guys,” Lockjaw interrupted. “We can’t keep the Alpha waiting.” Across the city they ran with Lockjaw leading the charge. Carrying Spike in his arms proved surprisingly easy, and the punk never stirred once during the transport. Stag made sure to remain at Spencer’s side in case he dropped from exhaustion, and their travel was unremarkable. Finally, before the old medical tower, they came to a halt. Spencer looked up at the old structure, and quickly recognized it. “Dumpf Tower? Why are we here?” Lockjaw turned to face him. “This is our base of operations.” “This drafty old ruin? My grandmother had chemo therapy here,” Spencer answered wearily. Then he pointed far to his left. “Her room in hospice was… right over there.” “The man knows his way around the place, it seems,” Stag rejoined cheerfully. It was the most positive Lockjaw had ever seen him, and a read of Stag’s emotional state indicated that he was in a really good place. Already the responsibility of caring for Spencer was having an effect. Stag held the door open for Lockjaw and Spike, and gave a needlessly deep bow when Spencer went through the door. Spencer only smiled weakly at the gesture. Stag came in last, and closed the door behind him. Lockjaw could already sense the Alpha’s presence, and without needing to direct the others, they followed the corridors to the basement. Spike finally opened his eyes. “Whooooo arrre you?” he asked groggily. Lockjaw lowered him to the floor so he could stand. “I’m Lockjaw. I’ve been overseeing your transformation. At ease, boy. You’re among friends, and you’ll be okay.” They paused for a moment, letting Spike wake up and get used to the new sensations. His breathing felt heavier, and his heart pounded like it might burst through his chest. For a moment, no one spoke, but took in the sight of Spike completing his change. Spencer held himself up by putting a hand on one wall, his strength almost gone. Stag stood close by, waiting for him to collapse. Spencer looked like he might retch. Lockjaw again broke the silence. “I’ll fill you in later, but right now, there’s someone you guys need to meet. Let’s get moving.” The duty of caring for his convert was beyond Spencer’s power right now, and Lockjaw felt some pride in being a father figure for Spike to make sure he came out of it okay. I wonder how Eric would feel about us adopting a kid someday. Approaching the basement doors, the sounds and scents of mansex became evident. “Looks like we missed the fun,” Stag quipped. “I think we party enough, don’t you?” Lockjaw replied with a smirk. The door opened, and the quartet stepped into the main room. It went silent as they marched in file: Lockjaw led with Spike and Spencer behind, and Stag at the rear again. Spencer used the last of his strength to come forward into a spot where the light would hit him perfectly. The showman's instinct led him to stand under the lights to highlight his shapes, and every creature in the room could see his immensity and density. Had I the energy, I’d put on such a show for these guys. That big one there with the horns must be their leader. Am I meeting the devil? Fuck, I’m hungry. And so tired. And a unified thought echoed in his head and around the room. Fresh meat. Suddenly the room felt dizzy. Spencer half-turned to Stag with a vacant, unfocused stare. “Shit… catch me, babe.” Stag hadn’t time to react. Fatigue finally won out as Spencer collapsed in a loud thud on the hard floor of the chamber. Stag was kneeling at his side immediately. “Spencer! Open your eyes!”, he cried desperately. Lockjaw took control and spoke for his comrades. “He didn’t go through the change after. Not fully. He just needs to enter chrysalis.” Other smilers, including Patch, approached to help lift Spencer from the ground. Stag violently waved them away, thinking they might try to sample the monster that just came into their lair, even if he wasn’t conscious. “No! Don’t you fucking touch him,” Stag snarled. “He’s mine, you understand? Mine.” The Alpha’s lips twisted in anger, but he did not react in his usual way. Only assessing. “You need to share him, Stag,” the Alpha growled, keeping his anger under. “He belongs to the hive, not just you alone. I order you to let us have him.” “I said no.” Recognizing he might be out of line again, he bowed his head with reverence and respect he didn’t really mean. “Alpha.” The Alpha stared at him. Neither would budge, but the Alpha, psychically spent from the night’s multiple activities, spoke first. “Bryce, we will need to have a chat about your liberal interpretation of hierarchy.” The Alpha stormed off, leaving behind a sexually satisfied but anxious army. Stag was filled with concern over Spencer, and knew that he had to do something to protect him from the Alpha. He knew this wasn’t over, and a new war was just beginning. — Clearview University Medical - Dumpf Tower, basement. 23:12 MST. 31-Oct-20XX. REDACTED location. Lockjaw had never been the philosophical type. Before the infection—before all of this—he’d been the quiet one on the team. The observer. The guy who didn’t need to fill space with words because he was too busy watching what everyone else was doing. In Black Sigma, that had made him useful. People underestimated the quiet ones. That habit hadn’t gone away after the Alpha took them. If anything, the network made it easier to see patterns, able to sift through the massive amount of information being barraged at him. And lately, the patterns were wrong. The hive still worked. Commands moved through it like current through a wire, impulses rippling outward from the Alpha and settling into the rest of them. Most of the time the system behaved exactly the way it was supposed to. But the longer Lockjaw paid attention, the more he started noticing the gaps. Blind spots. Little holes in the signal. Sometimes someone’s presence faded for a moment before snapping back into clarity. Sometimes thoughts arrived late, like echoes bouncing through a long corridor before reaching him. And sometimes—more unsettling than anything—someone just felt different. Gravestone was the clearest example. Before the infection, Briggs had been the one who kept the team together. When tempers flared to the breaking point, he stepped in. When someone pushed too far, he pulled them back. He wasn’t usually loud about it—he didn’t need to be—but there had always been a steady gravity to him, the kind that made the others fall into line without realizing they were doing it. He had been the mediator. The closest thing the unit had to a father figure. Now that steadiness was gone. Gravestone’s presence in the network felt sharp and jagged, full of irritation and dominance where patience used to be. Instead of diffusing conflict, he seemed to enjoy it—leaning into arguments, pushing people harder than necessary, watching the friction with a kind of detached amusement. Even stranger was what wasn’t there. Every once in a while, Lockjaw could reach out and brush against fragments of old memories—homes, families, people left behind. Most of them reacted to those echoes in some way. Gravestone didn’t. Not even a flicker. No guilt about the wife he’d left behind. No worry about the son who was growing up too fast. Not even curiosity about the life he used to return to between deployments. It was like that entire part of him had simply… evaporated. And that wasn’t the only shift. Patch had always been the nervous one. Even in the old days he’d been cautious, the guy who double-checked doorways and asked the questions everyone else was too cocky to bother with. The one who hung back when things started getting reckless. Now Patch moved the opposite way—throwing himself into danger with reckless enthusiasm, diving into situations headfirst without the hesitation that had once defined him. The infection hadn’t made him braver. It had removed the brakes entirely. But truly the strangest change of all had been Stag. Bryce had always been a prick. That wasn’t even an insult—it was just the reality of working with him. He’d been sarcastic, guarded, always ready with some cutting remark that kept people at arm’s length. Opening up wasn’t part of Bryce’s vocabulary. Except now it was. The first time Stag’s thoughts had spilled into Lockjaw’s head like that, it had caught him completely off guard. Not the usual sharp comments or defensive sarcasm, but a flood of half-formed worries and angry confusion, spilling out faster than Lockjaw could even process. Questions. Doubts. Old memories. It had felt almost like a frenzy. Bryce talking about Spencer—about the breakup, about not being enough, about trying to change himself just to make someone stay. The thoughts had come so fast and raw that Lockjaw had almost pulled back from the connection entirely. Bryce had never let anyone see that side of him before. Now it leaked out constantly. Without him noticing. And the more Lockjaw watched the others, the more he started to understand what he was seeing. The infection wasn’t smoothing people out the way the Alpha thought it was. It was exaggerating them. Turning traits into extremes. The mediator into a tyrant. The cautious one into a reckless thrill seeker. The closed-off bully into someone whose emotions spilled out uncontrollably. Lockjaw leaned back against the wall of the chamber, arms folded as he watched the others move through the space. The Alpha’s presence still pulsed through the network—strong, commanding, undeniable. But the signal wasn’t clean anymore. Too many minds now. Too many personalities layered on top of each other. And with every new smiler added to the hive, the noise grew louder. Lockjaw’s eyes narrowed slightly as the realization settled into place. The Alpha wasn’t strengthening the network. He was stretching it. And the more people he added… The less control he actually had.

Chapter 6 - Meeting His Destiny Jordan looked at his phone as it lay there and remembered the words of the man. His mind was racing, out of control, knowing that that this couldn't possibly be happening, that it SHOULDN'T be happening. Then he remembered the man's voice - his clear sense of authority and power was irresistible. Undeniable. There was only the question of what he could offer to a man like that. He knew what he wanted to offer and he knew what the man wanted from him - he also knew that both answers were the same. He couldn't, he daren't. It was insane and yet... Jordan opened his message window and typed out his response. He thought about sending it but hesitated. Not because his doubts had got the better of him, he was far too excited for that, rather because he had a better idea. That voice on the other end of the phone demanded more and deserved more. His new idea would be perfect and he wanted to do it for the man. He left the window open on his screen. He realised that his whole body was trembling with excitement, the adrenaline super-charging his blood as it rushed through his body. He hadn't the clothes for THAT photograph yet but maybe he could do better. Breathing fast he stripped off all of his clothes. At that moment he caught a glimpse of himself in the tall mirror on his closet door. He admired his pale slim body, turned and was especially pleased with the hourglass shape that his thin waist and wide hips produced. His prominent bubble butt had always been his pride even if, until now, he'd sort of felt the need to disguise it. Not now and maybe never again. "Man - I really do look like a barbie doll." He giggled as he said it but at the same time he knew what had to be done. He grabbed his phone and used it as a camera, carefully positioning himself so that he could see his screen but the device blocked his face. Then he switched his phone to record video and he began to read from the screen in his best faggy voice. ”I offer you my complete and utter submission… I want to give myself to you completely. Total and absolute control. I want to worship you for eternity. I don’t know how I am so certain about my true purpose in this life. All I know is that I’ve never been more sure of anything in my entire existence. This is my purpose." Now he could look back at his own image on his phone, the image he was recording. He had to admit that he looked cute as fuck. He thought he could look even hotter. Jordan made a supremely faggy limp-wristed wave to the camera and then threw his hips to one side. His tiny dick was rock hard but it was barely noticeable on screen and that sort of seemed right. He paused a little and then thrust his hips back to give his bubble butt the most delicious little wiggle. That was where the attention needed to be! This was the moment of truth and Jordan knew what he wanted and needed to do. He moved his phone down a bit so that it no longer blocked his face and then he spoke, "Wouldn't you enjoy ruining this virgin fuckdoll?" He blew a kiss to the camera and then shut off the recording. The file was there and now he knew that he had to move fast before he had a chance to change his mind. It was all set up ready to send to the man and he did it, almost frantic in his movements. Then Jordan Myers stared at the screen. Once the message was sent he once more had time to think about what he had done, to consider the implications. He stared at his screen almost in shock. He read through those words again. They were perfect - they said exactly what he felt - but... Was there any turning back from this? Maybe - just so long as he didn't show up at that porn store tomorrow. The man had made it plain - if he didn't show then that would be the end of it. *** At twenty minutes to five the following day Jordan arrived at the store. He had woken that morning sure that he'd never go through with it. However, as the hours passed the need had grown within him, had become undeniable. This was an opportunity that couldn't be wasted - a chance to be the real him. The city had a newly gentrified area but this most certainly wasn't it. The location was largely surrounded by empty lots and a derelict works. On one side, however, was a shabby one story building with a couple of vehicles already parked outside. Jordan gave the place a careful look. Apart from an old African-American guy smoking a cigarette seated on a sort of stoop there was no-one in sight. He could quickly go in, talk to Kyle, get his delivery and then out of there. Easy. It just proved that for all the shit talked about it the city wasn't so bad. He walked across the weed-strewn lot. The man on the stoop just glanced up at him and then went back to smoking his cigarette. Jordan stepped past him and into the store. Behind the counter was a fat white guy in his late forties and a younger, hot, blonde man in his early twenties. Crossing the store Jordan realized with some revulsion that the young man at the desk might have looked good from the door but the closer you got the worse he looked. He had deep dark bags under his eyes and looked like he hadn't slept in days. He might have been 21 or 22 but his skin looked way older. There was thick make-up barely disguising little scars round his mouth and nose. Worse, his light blue eyes were dull, like the life had been drained out of them by awful fatigue. "Um, excuse me, I'm here to see Kyle," said Jordan. "Kyle!" snapped the fat guy. The blonde shook a little and some focus came into his eyes. He glanced at Jordan but then his cheek twitched a little and his eyes were dull once more. He scratched at the side of his ear and lapsed back into his exhausted reverie. "What the fuck Kyle," said the man with an almost despairing resignation. He stepped back to a shelf and found a small parcel. "This must be for you. I know the type." Jordan hadn't really got time to process that before another man entered the store. If the other guy was fat then this one was hideously, almost monstrously, obese. A wave of body odour, dirt and stale sweat, surrounded him. He put a handful of bills down on the counter. It was like a switch was flicked in Kyle. The light came back into his eyes and he began to twirl a lock of his hair in his fingers with a startlingly inappropriate coquettishness. The man counted the bills and gestured. Kyle got off his stool and the obese man joined him. A fat hand disappeared into the back of Kyle's shorts as the two of them went through into the back room and closed the door. "Anything else?" The man left behind the counter asked Jordan. "Um, no. No thanks." Jordan tried to look like nothing had happened as he moved back to the door and then outside. He had just taken the step down and out of the door when he heard the voice behind him. "B - F - B." He knew that voice and even if he hadn't those letters were no coincidence. BFB meant BoiFagBarbie. He turned and saw the man who had called him there. The latter had finished his cigarette and had stood up from the stoop. Pushing six feet tall the first things you noticed were the shaved head, the dark almost blue-black skin tone, the greying fringe of beard and the prominent cheek-bones over slightly sunken cheeks. Behind that came his physique. Not an ounce of spare fat on him but not skinny either. Every part of him seemed like whip-cord muscle - as if any middle-aged flab had been burned off him by a frantic metabolism. Because this man was at least middle-aged, looked pretty much old enough to be Jordan's grandfather. Then the man's eyes locked onto Jordan's and the youngster on his first trip into the city suddenly forgot most everything else. Those eyes were a deep dark brown and they had a feverish intensity to them. A drive and a desire and a determination. They were the eyes of a man who could control a room just by walking into it. The eyes of a man who was to be respected by his friends and feared by his enemies. They were the eyes of a man who got what he wanted. Not maybe or sometimes but always and exactly the way he wanted it. However, most of all, absolutely undeniably, Jordan knew from the very depths of his soul that they were the eyes of an alpha beast of the urban jungle, the eyes of an apex predator. Jordan knew all of that in the moment their eyes met. He knew all of it and he knew that this man was exactly who he claimed to be. Jordan was an intelligent young man and Jordan knew that he should not hesitate, he should just turn around and get out of there as fast as he could. He knew that but... The man's eyes looked Jordan up and down, taking in every inch of him, appraising every aspect of his body and appearance. His face was impassive, giving nothing away and Jordan felt his own body start to tremble. Fear, excitement, anticipation - all three? "Cute little faggot ain't you." That voice was so fucking dreamy! "Not too bad at all - worth my time I'm thinking if you got the right attitude. So - you got the right attitude boy?" "Yes sir," said Jordan and knew his voice sounded croaky from his mouth being so dry. "Gonna be fun for me if you have - maybe for you too not that it matters overly. But first things first. In my life I've done enough time - I ain't aiming on doing no more because a little fag lies about his age. You got your I.D?" Jordan hesitated. The man's eyes fixed on Jordan's. He held out his palm. Jordan turned over his driving license and was rewarded with the faintest of mirthless smiles from the man. Then the latter produced his phone and deliberately snapped an image of each side of the license. Jordan might have protested but even ten seconds in this man's company had proved to him that it would have been a waste of breath. Now there was no doubt about it. This was for real and it had begun. There was only one person who would decide what happened and how far it went and that person would not be Jordan Myers.

Two more loads tonight from two new guys. One was kind and offered to get me an uber because of the rain. I opted to walk as it wasn't far, getting drenched on the way haha. I arrived, buzzed up, hooded at the door, you know the rest. Average length, thick, tender kind breeder. Pumped a good load into me. He pulled out and got chtty as I dressed. Lawyer a year older than myself. When I took off the hood to put on my hat he smiled, handed me a water and a twenty for a car home, then gave me a little kiss. 🙂 After getting home, a neighbor nearby found it hot that I'd just been fucked and invited me over. His building is around the block, so convenient. I went over, buzzed in (love an access code and open door 😈) and put on my hood before entering. He walked to me as I undressed at the door and started feeling me up, hand up my shirt and down my compression shorts and jockstrap, feeling my fucked hole. We were standing right by the entryway mirror, giving us both a hot view of my ass. His rock hard cock rubbing against me earned a suck before he directed me to his bed in front of big open industrial loft windows. He turned off the lights but the room was still plenty bright. Feeling on display was exhilarating. He ate me out for way longer than I anticipated before pressing into me with his spit-lubed uc cock. Fucked me for a while before announcing his load , shooting it deep, and slapping my ass as he quickly pulled out. Sucked his cock clean and got up to get dressed and head out.

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.

Maybe I'm just a grumpy old man set in my ways, but I don't find douching all that problematic. I tried one alternative, I can't remember who it was from - a premixed solution that was supposedly easier on the innards - but it didn't do a thorough enough job. At my age, I'm not really going out and cruising, so I don't mind setting up things in advance.

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...

People like this are the reason egg cartons come with a label that says “warning: contains eggs.”

I first met her at her work. She was a cashier at a convenience store in a mid size town. I stopped in to grab a drink on a hot day and immediately knew she was Trans. I sensed a nativity, and insecurity about her, that and her looks made me hard and I knew I had to have her. I kept stopping back in, and engaging her in quick small talk when the store wasn't busy. Eventually I started seeing her outside on her break usually sitting on the side of the building snaking or drinking some water. One day, after scoping out the place and noticing her on her break I parked on that side of the building and opened my lap top to pretend I was working. After a few minutes she said something to me and I responded with a laugh. She stood up and walked over. Standing next to my truck she told me she appreciated the respect I gave her and thanked me for being one who would always talke to her. I told her no to worry about it. She then took me by surprise and asked if I would be upset if she hit on me and asked me out. I smiled and said not at all. Thinking to myself " that I didn't know it would be this easy. I asked when her days off were and she said every other weekend and then usually a day or 2 in the week depending on what weekend it was. That Friday night we went out to a show a few towns over and then to dinner. I dropped her back off and a long good night kiss was had, long enough that I could easily tell I was making her hard. We texted back and forth the next couple of days, until one morning she messaged me and said she was off the following 2 days and could we hang out if I had time. I told her sure I didn't have anything planned the following afternoon, I had soke stuff to do for a client in the AM and was free around noon. Her response was great I'll see you at your place at 1230. A knock on my door almost precisely 1230 came the following day. I opened the door and was a bit taken back. Here was this knock out 19 year old with long legs wearing very short shirts and a very sultry fitting t shirt showing her bra straps ( which happened to be a very sexy pink in color). After inviting her in, offering a drink and a quick tour I told her to make herself at hoke I had to finish a few things up quickly. 30 minutes later I walked into the living room to find her sprawled out and smiling at me. I ask what she found so funny and she simply said I found your bedroom while.looking for the restroom. ( I think she expected me to be embarrassed, bit I knew exactly what she found. She found the tube bottles of lube and t girl porno mags I left on my nightstand for her to see. She asked me to sit next to her, I did so and we began to talk. With me asking about her life, had she dated much, her asking me about my life and business, and then my sex life. I responded to the last question by simply saying that subject is question for question. She laughed a bit shyly and said she had never done anything with either a man or a woman. We leaned towards each other and kissed letting our tongues dance around each other's moths, allowing our hands to roam mine up her thighs stopping before her crotch then finding her very sensitive nipples. Hers straight to my crotch trying to find my zipper. She broke the kiss and almost begged me to take her to my bedroom. I happily obliged. Once in my room I took her in my hands and kissed her, breaking it only to tell her that she was in charge and we could stop any time, but. I didn't use condoms and I don't pull out. She kissed me back and unbuttoned my jeans. I took her shirt off, laid her on the bed and slid her shorts off. Kissing my way down her stomach I stopped and moved her lace panties to the side exposing her rigid 7. Inch cut and thick cock. I asked her if she was still comfortable and having fun and she trusted her hips towards my mouth.. gave her the most passionate blow job I could then asked her if she wanted more. She replied yes, I asked her what more, and she said all. I asked her if she was ready to be fucked and she purred yes please. I couldn't resist eating Her ass for a few minutes before lubing her hole and working a couple of fingers into her, then inserting a fairly large diameter butt plug. After that moving back up to kiss her and pinch her nipples while stroking her she cock. I did t take much of this before she was whispering into my ear that she was going to cum. I sucked her deep into.my mouth and played with the butt plug until she grunted and came down my throat. I told her to roll over and prop herself up on her hands and knees. I softly spoke to her telling that it was going to hurt some but the pain would not last. As I gently removed her plug I was pleasantly rewarded with the view of her petite, tight asshole staying open for me. I squirted more lube into her hole an then covered my cock with same. As I slid the length of my shift inside her she clamped down and tried to pull away from me. I want her to enjoy sex, to become the slutty tramp I know she is so I simply tell her NO and pull her back by the hips and let her rest fully impaled by my iron hard dick. After a couple of minutes I feel her tenseness relax and I start gently fucking her slowly rocking in and out drawing myself back to the head then sliding all the way back in. After several minutes she is getting into it, really moaning and I begin to feel that telltale urge. I grabber he'd hair and pulled back hard " remember what I said, I don't pull out" "I'm going to cum inside you, you're going to Feely my hit cum coat the insides of your little shemale asspussy" I feel the pressure start to build as I quicken the pace of my thrusts. I grab her hips hard and begin to jackhammer my cock into her tight chute. I felt my balls start to tighten and with one last hard thrust I grabbed her hair and yanked back. Filling her with her first load of cum ever. I gave a few more thrusts to empty my nuts and work my cum into her young hole. I skowlynslid out of her and rolled over. She came up and immediately began purring and kissing me. Grabbing my softened cock whispering "more" into my ears. That was almost a moth ago. As of this writing she is laying in my bed, asleep with her buttplug firmly inserted holding in the 4 loads I pumped into her last night. I have a surprise for her tonight. I'm inviting 2 other T girls I know over for a makeover and to use her young ass as a cum dumpster for the weekend

Thanks bro, but I think I should have posted this one instead, like it better. A lot of hot Tops you and I could share. [think before following links] https://xhamster.com/videos/62-doggy-style-2-0-xhWmrCu

Brilliant!!

I love this thread. It’s so scientific (and I love science as being an academic), furthermore it needs a multidisciplinary approach. However, as not being a native speaker I would definitely use a local expert, LoL. I guess we should start to decide on the meaning of the word “taking”. After that we also should clarify the meaning of “taking a load”. Plus load also needs clarification. And we should do it from at least two directions, from the direction of linguistics and also philosophy. The linguistics approach also has two layers the daily use of terms and slang. And if it wouldn’t be enough, I believe that we need a psychological approach, too. So it’s so comprehensive. 😁😁 To touch upon this last one, from my perspective the point is to be barebacked and feel how the top is exploding in me. Therefore, again, fron my perspective the original question makes no sense because I don’t let anybody to fuck me in condoms. In the very low numbers of exceptions the top is hot that the fact he fucks me matters much more stronger than being barebacked. I mean , if Tom Hardly would fuck me but he would want to wear condom, I wouldn’t say no. All in all, if taking load means being fucked and bred, it can’t mean putting jizm from a condom.

It does seem pathetic that people still use “clean” for STIs in 2026

I totally see the appeal. A proper thorough douche does take the time it takes. At first glance, it seems like a short-cut (aka life-hack), but then there are no short-cuts. Read through the archives of gay bottom douching knowledge here for the life hacks. Love you boys!

I think I'll pass for now, I think they need more research. I get it blocks it but if you have to go your going to push it out. I'll keep douching that way I know I am clean, I am happy to say after all these years I have not had one accident, if I am not confident of being clean I don't play.

Congratulations. Sleazy dark rooms are one of my favorite places to fuck. 😉

Just left... hard not to adore Him. i'm going to San Diego tomorrow to see a friend and He told me at the beginning of the week He'd have to breed me a lot since i was going to be gone, so He's been here everyday. i feel like He just fucked me 15 times, i don't know how He does it He has so much stamina, and He plows hard. my hole is totally wrecked, feels so opened, marked... like He put His signature all over me. i feel awesome.

To me? partly. i have a fairly complex view of the Top/bottom dynamic. To me, a Top has two cocks, His physical cock and an internal cock that drives the external, physical cock. i don't think i've ever met a Top Who wore a condom because He loves the way it feels, He does it to protect Himself against potentially catching an STD, or maybe He has cleanliness concerns. Either way, He is sacrificing part of His total desire to penetrate, fuck, orgasm, inseminate, breed. As i see it, all of those involve His physical cock and His internal cock. With a condom, he is sacrificing the element of skin on skin, To me, He's literally avoiding/sacrificing that component of Topping, even if He's the one Who ultimately empties the condom into His bottom. Two parts of bottoming i desire/need (crave lol) is receiving all of those parts i listed. While i perceive orgasm and insemination as closely tied together, i also see them as distinct. So, even if He ultimately empties the condom into me and seeds me, He disconnected it from His skin on skin orgasm inside of me. He not only sacrificed His physical skin on skin breeding of me, He also sacrificed some of the pleasure of His orgasm. i am impregnated and bond to both., and that's missing with a condom.

First, Thanks to NJRawDaddy for coming up with an entertaining thread. There are more entertaining facets to this question than I would have believed. My thoughts; 1. "taking a load" means sperm being transferred from one man to another (at least here on BZ), generally from one guy's cock/balls to another guy's breedhole. No intermediary needed, simply cock to hole, no "vessel" of any kind needed for the transfer. Otherwise, it's merely a contrivance, as opposed to a raw fuck. There's zero chance of "connection", it's simply a substance (however delightful and needed) being transferred from one man to another. 2. About as exciting as staying home on Saturday night to watch reruns of Lawrence Welk.

fuck, that's one fine hole - needs the gape glazed

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.

Chapter 5 - Words and Their Meanings 'In the deepest depths of my soul... buried by my parents... repressed by my upbringing... hidden to all who know me... I know that despite all I have achieved in school, despite the facade I put out to the world to make my horrible parents proud of me... I know what I really am... I know what I was put on this earth for... I know my purpose in this life...' 'I was born to be ruined, broken, and to be moulded into a mindless fukdoll for special men like you. To serve ONLY men like you. My cute pretty almost girly face was made to be defiled by men like you. My barbie doll body was born for men like you to destroy!' 'I cant believe I am actually admitting this to another person. My hands are shaking as I type this and I don't even know if I will hit the reply button haha. I guess if you read it... You know what kind of faggot slut I am... Or at least am meant to be lol.' 'This is my purpose... I know it!' 'Jordan - boifagbarbie. :)' He hadn't exaggerated - his hands really were shaking as he viewed the words on his screen. His own words. Crazy words - but words that he knew, viscerally knew from the heart of his being, represented just exactly how he felt. His little penis was hard and maybe that was part of it but it was way more than just that. He NEEDED this! Jordan pressed the send message and instantly felt a surge of fear and regret. This really was insane. The only thing that let him control a rising tide of panic was the fact that he knew these things didn't happen. The man on the other end of this had to be a fake - didn't he? That night there was a new dream. Jordan was in near-darkness, naked, tied to a padded bench with a gag in his mouth. He knew there were men outside of the room and he heard their voices. Laughing voices. He knew they had each come with the same purpose - to use him, to abuse him and to leave him a wrecked, broken, mess. In a way there was no coming back from. In the room he could see three small red lights. They were the cameras. His ruination would be recorded for men to watch and enjoy. They would wank their big cocks as they saw him broken down into a dirty little faggot boi whore. Just as he'd excitedly asked his Master to arrange for him before that gag had been put in his mouth. The excitement was still there but now it was mixed with a powerful dose of fear. He knew he needed to cry out and get them to stop this and he understood why his Master had gagged him. This needed to be done and last minute changes of mind were definitely not on the program. Jordan stared at the place where he knew the door was and suddenly a crack of light appeared. The door was opening - it was time... Jordan woke and cursed in his mind. He hadn't wanted the dream to end there - but his dreams always did. Just as that favorite story had. A thought raced through his mind, 'The way you continue to the end is to do it for real.' That was a scary thought but Jordan knew that it was true. Some things had to be experienced and not just fantasized about - he would never truly understand until... It was minutes after he awoke before Jordan even remembered that he was here in his parents' home with another day of College before him. Such things all seemed so colorless and well pointless compared to what really mattered. However, he knew that was just how it was. He had to put on that fake act, to seem to be the Jordan Myers his parents and community thought he was. Even though every part of him knew it was a lie. The alternative was to go back to BZ and he knew he couldn't afford to do that. His urges were getting just a little too strong, a little too undeniable. Why had he sent that message! He had been such an idiot! *** He tried - he really did try. However, he couldn't concentrate on his College studies, couldn't really hear what people were trying to tell him, couldn't think about anything except that message he had sent. The chance, ridiculous as it might seem, that there had been a response. The whole day was essentially wasted. It became just a clock ticking down to the moment when he was free to log on to BZ and find out. He couldn't even say at what moment his firm determination to never return to BZ had once again become an irresistible need to go there. Finally, at last, he was alone in his room and able to do just that. A notification. He felt his heart beating like a lovelorn schoolgirl. He clicked the link. The response came from '730 Boi Wrecker'. It said he'd been accepted for 'approval' and set him two tasks. He had kind of expected more but fuck it! Even if this was all a fake at least he could have some fun! One of his photos, naturally a real one, had revealed the presence of a little peach fuzz. '730 Boi Wrecker' pointed out that wasn't acceptable. He didn't work with strong young men. He worked with weak sissy femboy fags. Jordan was told to research what he had to do and then to take a new picture of his body nice and smooth and hairless. It took a day and another trip to town after college, embarrassed as he bought some of the necessaries. Then it was back home and he spent a long time locked in the bathroom hoping his parents wouldn't wonder where he was. He carefully shaved or creamed himself until by the end the only hairs on his body were those on his head. It was fiddly in places but it was kind of exciting to know why he was doing this. Because a man who he had never met had told him to. Because of who that man was and what he represented. Jordan's dream, his fantasy, his total ruination. He posted the picture privately to '730 Boi Wrecker'. This time there was no real delay. After barely a minute the response came. The man approved and asked if Jordan had done the other task too. He had - his new phone was sitting in front of him all ready to go. He might be a dumb little fag but he knew what was coming next. Just like in his favorite story. It was so exciting! 'Send me your number.' A few seconds later that new phone was vibrating and he quickly answered it for fear his parents would hear it. "Hi," he gasped into the phone, his throat dry with nerves. "Two tasks passed boy. A good start." The voice was deep, resonant, masterful. It made Jordan's stomach do back flips just listening to it! "I like that picture you posted. The one called 'slut2'. A little grey top and some fishnet and lace around a real nice booty and a nice pair of dangling hairless fag-balls. Take another just like that and send it to me now." "Um - I'm sorry, er, I haven't got those clothes anymore. Um, what do I call you?" Jordan asked the question hoping to distract him from that picture. There was a laugh at the other end of the phone. "I figured as much. I'll supply the clothes - you just need to stick your booty in the air for the camera. What do you call me? You call me 'Sir' until you earn the right to use my correct title. Got that fag?" "Yes sir." It had been a little humiliating but that just merged with the excitement. Made the sensations within him build and grow in intensity. "OK - so pick the clothes up from my boy Kyle at this place by 5 tomorrow" Jordan's phone pinged - a message with a location. It was what looked like a dirty book store, a porn store, and it was in the city. By which he meant THE CITY. Not so many miles away from his home but he had never been there. All his life his parents and everyone in his town had fulminated about and warned him against that city and its people. The crime, the drugs, the depravity and, almost needless to say, the Blacks. The City was everything his parents hated and despised. Not entirely without reason. People all over the world knew the name of that city and they associated it with decay, corruption and ruin. That wasn't the real issue though. Humiliation and excitement were now joined by fear. He just about managed to gasp into his phone, "How did you know, um, sir?" Again a low rumble of a laugh came through the phone's speaker. "I didn't until now. Something you wrote once made me think you were nearby, real close and convenient like. Couldn't be sure until now tho. If you're in this State and at a Christian college like you said once then that'd be..." Jordan's phone pinged again. This time the location of the college he attended. The fear peaked once more. This man knew where he was! The fear surged into a desperate desire to cut the phone connection but then, before he had acted upon it, the fear receded like a retreating wave. If this man was who Jordyn hoped and needed him to be then of course he wouldn't have wasted time on someone maybe halfway around the world would he? This was good. If the man had found all this out, had followed all he had posted so carefully, then that meant he was the real deal right? That meant this all might actually happen! 999,999 people out of a million would have been terrified almost out of their senses by that realization. However, young Jordan Myers was genuinely one in a million. He hadn't written his response as a game, as a tease. He had meant it, every word of it, and he knew this man was his best chance to make his dreams a reality. However... "I'm not sure I can make it by five, sir, college only ends at..." "Shut the fuck up fag! You think I care about your fucking college. The only education you ever needed starts when you meet me. You fucking understanding me boy?" The voice was clear and low but it was the controlled snarl contained within each word that made it more forceful than any volume could ever have. "Yes sir - I'm sorry sir." Jordan didn't know what else to say. "You already got one mark against ya. I told you to send me what you wanted done to you and what you were willing to do for me in return. You did the first half. Now you need to do the second - I ain't no fucking charity you hear me boy. Do it now and then tomorrow... Be there by five or stop wasting my fucking time." The connection cut off and left Jordan shaken and sweating, his cute little 'manhood' standing proud in his pants.

My take is the following: 1. Strictly technically speaking, maybe yes. I say Maybe and not definitive Yes because you would need to push all that load deep inside you, not just smearing the hole with cum. 2. Now, if the top actively pushes the load from the condom inside you, then I would say Yes, it counts. It's just the top is maybe either into some sort of kink or afraid of catching bugs. Understandable. In my books, for a load to count without a doubt it needs to come straight from the cock and deep in my guts. Slight variation such as the top starting to cum outside my hole whilst being filmed and then pushing through, is acceptable since the purpose is to also show the viewers that indeed the top was cumming. 3. From an emotional connection with the top and his cum, if the cum is not released inside me during the active fuck, then I wouldn't really count the load, even if later I push it deep inside me. The act of taking a man's whilst he is orgasming inside me needs to be complete, otherwise is just an almost dry fuck. Close, but no cigar...

I can say that i am, I like the feeling of having more guys behind me ready to fuck me

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

This happened in 2005, when I was still together with my long term partner. We had been drifting apart for a while, and I had started looking outside the relationship for sex and fun. I had started off playing safe, but increasingly I was fucking and being fucked without condoms and really enjoying it. I always knew, of course, that some of the guys I fucked with were likely to be positive - and if I'm honest, this was a real turn on for me. It was the not knowing that turned me on - far more than knowing that someone was negative or positive - it was the knowledge that I was going home with a load up my arse that might be a positive one! I can honestly say, however, that I had never actively chased. That is, until Nelson and Richard came to stay with us. Richard was a good friend of my partner - they had met at university and had been good friends ever since. Richard had moved to Australia for work and had met his partner, Nelson, there. They had been together for a number of years and, though I had met Richard a couple of times when he had been in the UK, i had never met Nelson. I had seen pictures of him though, and I had always thought he looked quite attractive. I had always noticed a certain reserve on the part of my partner when he was talking about Nelson, and I had the impression that he really did not like him. Richard and Nelson were spending a week with us in London as part of an extended break in Europe, and one night as we were discussing arrangements, I asked my partner why he didn't like Nelson. "It's not that I don't like him, exactly," he said "I just think he's really irresponsible." I asked him why he thought that and after a moment's silence, he told me that Richard and Nelson were both HIV positive and, whilst Richard was on meds and was always very careful, Nelson was not. Nelson rarely took his medication and, according to my partner, still fucked with other guys and did not tell them his status. He added that it was because of Nelson that Richard was positive. I wondered if Nelson had been positive when they met and had not told Richard, or if he had cheated on Richard and they both got pozzed that way, but I sensed that my partner did not want to talk about it any further so I didn't ask. Richard and Nelson arrived the following Saturday and in the evening we all went out for a meal. I got on well with them both - but, whilst Richard and my partner had many shared interests, I seemed to have more in common with Nelson. I have to admit, as well as liking him, I found him really attractive. He was very tall, dark haired and, though slim, was quite well built. I could see that he had hairy arms and I could see what looked like quite a hairy chest at the neck of his polo shirt. I also couldn't help noticing his arse, and how well it filled out his trousers. I hadn't had sex for a couple of months, and by the end of the evening I was feeling quite turned on by Nelson. I also had the feeling he was flirting with me a little, but I told myself that was probably just wishful thinking. The first thing that happened was on the Sunday afternoon. We were all going out in the evening and Nelson went for a shower. When he came out of the bathroom, he was naked, with a towel slung over his shoulder. He grinned as he passed me in the hall, and I had a perfect view of his long, thick cock hanging in front of his balls. When he passed me, I couldn't resist turning round to look at his arse. It was quite smooth and I have to say it was one of the sexiest arses I had ever seen. As I was enjoying the view of his arse, Nelson turned round and grinned at me - he knew perfectly well I had been looking at his arse and he certainly did not seem to mind! Later that day, I had a quick wank imagining that I had taken Nelson's cock in my mouth and had then bent him over to push my tongue up my arse. I came just as I was imagining Nelson pushing his big positive cock up my arse. The following evening, we were all out for a meal and some drinks and when we got home it was quite late. Richard and my partner both said they were tired and went straight to bed. Nelson said he wanted to have a shower and headed for the bathroom. I stayed up, secretly hoping for another chance to see Nelson naked and, a short term later, I got my wish! I was sitting in the living room when Nelson came out the bathroom and a short time later he was standing in front of me with a towel wrapped round him. I could see the outline of his cock through the towel, and it appeared to be at least semi hard. Nelson looked at me and I nodded. He undid the towel and let it fall to the floor and I found myself looking at one of the biggest cocks I had ever seen. It was still only semi-hard, but as I took hold of it and began to wank it, it grew into one of the biggest cocks I had ever seen. "Suck it," he whispered, and I bent forward and licked the tip of his cock, before taking it into my mouth and beginning to suck on it. I love sucking cock and I enjoyed every minute of sucking Nelson. The situation was made even hornier by the fact that both our partners were so close, and may not even be asleep yet. I sucked on Nelson's cock, licked his balls for a while and then moved back up to his cock. I sucked him for a bit longer, and then he turned round and bent over, pushing his arse into my face. I wasted no time in pulling his cheeks apart and exposing his hairy arsehole. I pushed my tongue up his hole and began to lick it as he sighed and pushed his arse hard against my face. I licked him for a while longer and then he turned round and pushed his cock into my mouth again. I could sense he was quite close now and, as I kept sucking, I suddenly remembered he was positive and I was probably about to swallow a positive load. This made me suck him all the harder, and a few minutes later he groaned quietly and I felt the head of his cock swell up and then he fired shot after shot of cum into my mouth. I swallowed every drop! After we had got our breath back, Nelson pulled is cock out of my mouth and bent over to pick up his towel. "Did that feel good?" he whispered. I nodded and he grinned and then said "It'll feel even better up your arse!" and disappeared out of the room. I was shocked at what I had done, but really turned on too. I knew that Richard and my partner were going out the following afternoon, and I would be in the house alone with Nelson. Would I let Nelson fuck me? Would I let him do it without a condom? Would he tell me he was positive before he fucked me? I wondered about all these things as I climbed into bed next to my sleeping partner and drifted off to sleep, enjoying the taste of Nelson's cum in my mouth. The following afternoon, Richard and my partner left to meet some friends. They were going to some high brow concert and were meeting a group of mutual friends for an early dinner first. Nelson got us both a drink and we chatted for a while. We got on well and I enjoyed his company - but I couldn't help being turned on by what we had done the previous evening. After a while, Nelson went through to the kitchen to get himself another drink. I was a bit nervous now - I knew I really wanted Nelson to fuck me but I wasn't sure I could go through with it - however, Nelson did not make any move and I was just beginning to think that maybe nothing was going to happen when he called to me to join him in the kitchen. When I entered the kitchen, I saw that Nelson was standing leaning against the kitchen table, naked from the waist down - his trousers and pants were lying on the floor and he was playing with his cock, which was now fully hard. He motioned to me to join him and I wasted no time. A few seconds later, I was down in front of him, sucking his cock like my life depended on it. I sucked him for a while, then licked his balls, then went back to his cock. After a while, I motioned to him to turn round and he did, bending over the table so that I could pull his cheeks apart and get my tongue up his hairy arse. I couldn't remember the last time I had felt so horny! I licked him for a while longer and then he turned round and I sucked his cock again. Then he pulled his cock out my mouth and pulled me up. He turned me round and then pulled my trousers and pants right down. "Take them off!" he said, and soon I too was naked from the waist down. Nelson bent me over the kitchen table and then pulled my cheeks apart. I felt his tongue on my hole and soon he was licking me and pushing his tongue right up me. He stood up and I felt the head of his cock pushing against my arsehole. "Do you want me to fuck you?" he asked "Yes!" I moaned "Are you sure?" he asked "Yes!" I moaned again. I reflected that if he was going to tell me about his status, he would have to do it now, but he said nothing as I felt him rub some lube onto my hole and I felt the head of his cock pushing into my arse. "Oh God!" I moaned, "Fuck me!" Nelson pushed his big cock right into my arse and I felt like I was going to be split in two. He gave me a minute to get used to his cock and then, just as I was thinking I would have to tell him to take it out because it was too big, he began to fuck me. I don't think I had ever enjoyed a fuck as much as I enjoyed this one. Nelson began slowly and then his thrusts got harder and faster. He fucked me for what seemed like ages and then pulled out, leaving me feeling empty, and motioned to me to get on my back. I laid back on the table and lifted my legs. A few seconds later, he was back up my arse. He fucked me even harder this time and I loved every minute of it. I had almost forgotten about his status, but now I remembered. The fact that he was positive and I was letting him fuck me without a condom really turned me on. I was surprised to find that the fact that he had not told me his status and was obviously intending to stealth me, turned me on even more! He was getting close now and was fucking me harder than I had ever been fucked before. I knew he was about to cum in me and I realised the one thing that would turn me on even more. "Can I ask you something?" I panted as he thrust his cock hard up my arse. "What?" he said "Are you on meds?" I asked, looking straight at him. He kept thrusting hard up my arse and grinned at me. "No!" he said. "I'm not!" "Oh Fuck!" I moaned. "You're going to give me HIV, aren't you!" "Yes" he said "I am!" "Do it" I moaned "Fucking do it - give me a baby!" Just at that moment he groaned and I could actually feel his cum pumping into my arse. As he began to breed me, I took hold of my cock and, after just one or two strokes, I shot a massive load all over myself. It seemed like neither of us would ever stop cumming - but eventually Nelson pulled his cock out of my arse and collapsed on top of me. I had never behaved like this before - but it was the best fuck ever! I enjoyed the feeling of having Nelson's dirty cum in my arse for the rest of the day - and couldn't help wondering if his cum was already doing its work inside me. Later on, shortly before the others were due back, Nelson told me to pull my pants down and bend over. I did, and he fucked me again and dumped a second load up me. Nelson and I fucked every chance we got after that - always without a condom and always with me hoping he would knock me up. About a year or so later, my partner and I split up and we divided our stuff up between us. I got the kitchen table! I still have it today and I have been fucked on it and over it quite a few times since then - but none of these fucks could ever compare to that first fuck with Nelson - the fuck I knew would change my life!

"Are you clean" / "I'm clean" is a deal breaker for me. It implies people with HIV are "dirty." People asking that don't get a second ride. I ask HIV neg or undetectable? Any other diagnosed STIs or communicable / blood stuff I could catch? Be clear in your intention. And for God's sake ask before he's balls deep in your guts.

I was really nervous about letting guys fuck me a few years back. Id go to the bathhouse and the first few times couldn't do it. Then one day I basically forced myself to, got on a bed in a dark area, guy came up and started to touch me, asked him to fuck me, and he did. After that a switch flipped and I let another guy fuck me, and then another. For awhile I would go to the baths and knew I needed to get the first fuck done and over with so I could break the nervousness I had. Now its not so bad and I have a much better sex life.

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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.

They All Fuck My Boy My boy and I had been invited to a huge blow-out party. Well, my boy had been invited. The host, Brad, had organized an epic party at his house in The Pines out on Fire Island. He was super sexy, and we’d seen him a lot around the city. He was a big party promoter, so he was always popping up in the gay magazines and at clubs. He was tall, with tanned skin, close-cropped brown hair with a tussle of bangs in his face. My boy and I are both versatile, but he’s much more of a hungry bottom than me. He told me that he once took six dicks in one night back at a frat party in college. I’d never taken more than two in one night. Of course, in those days, we had both always religiously played safe. We had only stopped using condoms when fucking each other a few months ago, promising to wrap up if having some fun on the side. My boy and I made sure to wear our cutest jockstraps, and sexy short shorts and tight t-shirts, wanting to show off our assets, and so that we’d fit in with the A-list crowd of guys certain to be at Brad’s party. I knew we’d be willing to do almost anything to feel like we belonged with these hot guys. As we headed down the beach, hand in hand, my boy told me what he had had to do to get the invite. One of Brad’s buddies was bragging that he had two extra tickets, and would give them to anyone who would take his load. I was surprised, not that he had slept with this guy to get the tickets, but that he had let the guy fuck him raw. That was sort of against our rules. My boy promised that the guy was NEG, and it wasn’t a big deal. Then he told me about the house rules of the party. Brad got to fuck anyone he wanted in his own house, but not to worry, he said, “Brad feels very strongly about protection… and safer sex…” I was a little unnerved that he had only just told me that he’d taken this guy’s seed, and that he was prepared to let Brad fuck him, but we were already at Brad’s front door. The house was stunning, all glass and weathered cedar siding, and the party inside was already in full swing. Dozens of hot guys were dancing around, flirting, and drinking. George, the guy who had bred my boy for tickets, greeted us at the door and told us that we were welcome to wear as much or as little clothing as we would like, but that he’d prefer my boy in a jockstrap. My boy, ever the one to please, stripped off his shirt and shorts right away. I took my shirt off and tucked it into the back of my shorts. We got cocktails and started dancing. All kinds of hot guys were pressed against us. George appeared with a sexy Latin, or possibly Middle-Eastern, guy, very tall, and very sexy, in a tiny red speedo that left nothing to the imagination, and introduced us. “This is Sam. He’s got a big dick that I think you’ll like. Make him feel at home.” Just as quickly as he appeared, George left, and Sam started grinding his body against my boy’s exposed ass. Sam’s dick was clearly getting hard and after a minute or two was forcing it’s way out of the waist of his briefs. From my position beside my boy and Sam, I could see that dick start to glisten with precum, and that precum started leaking all over my boy’s ass. I could see it dripping down between hiss ass cheeks and I knew it was on his hole, if not in it. I tried to get my boy’s attention, and put my mouth to his ear, more or less shouting over the music, “You don’t want to offend Brad! Doesn’t he feel strongly about safe sex? If you’re gonna let this guy fuck you, you should make him wrap up!” My boy opened his eyes and pulled me in for a kiss. Then he shouted into my ear, “I said he felt strongly about safe sex, but I didn’t say he was in favor of it!” My boy reached around and grabbed Sam’s cock and jerked it a few times, then held it up to my mouth, more or less forcing me to lick his precum. Then, he grabbed my hand and told me to spit in it. I did, and he led it to Sam’s cock, so I could get it wet, and then guide Sam’s bare cock into him. I was so hard, but knew this was going to get out of control relatively quickly. We hadn’t been at the party for more than ten minutes, and here was my boy, bouncing up and down on a muscle stud’s bare cock, back arched, and head thrown back, in a crowded room for anyone to see. Sam grabbed my boy’s hips and pummeled his ass before going balls deep, and then holding the position. I knew he was breeding my boy. After a few moments, he withdrew. Sam grabbed my shirt from the back of my shorts, cleaned off his dick, and just walked away. What the fuck had just happened? To be continued...

I had been in the foster system for as long as I could remember. I was taken from my mother when I was 3 because she had gone on a two week bender and forgotten I existed. I bounced around the system till at the age of 10 I was placed with Mr.Mark. Mr.Mark was very well off and took great care of me. He was 6’4 and well built. He was a bit of a health nut making sure me and all my foster brothers stuck to strict diets and cleanliness routines. He was very hairy and had a thick but well kept brown beard with a few tinges of grey. In all 8 years I’d been with Mr.Mark he had never formally adopted me. I had asked several times but he always said it would get in the way of our future. It was the day of my 18th birthday and I was scared that I was going to end up on the street soon. I woke up and looked at myself in the mirror. I was 5’4 and slim with very little muscle tone. I was pretty pale too as Mr.Mark always made sure I wore plenty of sunscreen even though he tanned often. I noticed a little hair around my pits and cock. Though I was almost entirely hairless I grew a little sometimes. Mr.Mark made sure that I kept hairless as he said it would keep me from smelling. When I asked why he was so hairy he had answered that men should smell but boys like me shouldn’t. I went into the bathroom and applied nair all over my light body hair before hoping in the shower. After I got out I cleaned out my boy hole and took my daily pills, Mr.Mark said boys should always keep their holes clean. After I had finished my morning routine I found my eyes drawn to my bedside table. I opened the bottom drawer and reach into the back and pulled out the old jock strap. I had found it with Mr.Marks laundry years ago and couldn’t resist taking it. It was white but stained a brownish yellow and smelled so fucking good. Just touching it had my cock fully hard. Even hard it was only two and a half inches. I rubbed my tiny uncut cock for about a minute until I shot my load into my hand. I licked it up then rehide Mr.Marks jock. I got dressed and went downstairs for breakfast. Mr.Mark always left early for work but one of my foster brothers, Michael, told me he had said that he was going to take me out for a birthday dinner that night. All day at school I thought about what Mr.Mark was going to say at dinner. I was so nervous that he was going to kick me out now that I was an adult. Once the time came for the dinner it went pretty normally. He didn’t bring up me moving out or anything so I didn’t either. Once we made it home however he said to me, “so alex now that you’re an adult I don’t have to take care of you anymore you know that right” “Yes sir” I said terrified of what was going to come next “Well now that you’re of age you’re going to need to earn your keep.” “Yes sir” “Good now follow me into my room.” He said as he started walking towards the master bedroom. Once we got into his bedroom he motioned for me to stand in front of his bed. “Strip” Mr.Mark commanded as he looked through the drawers of his dresser. “What” I asked confused. Just then he back handed me across the face, nearly knocking me to the ground. “I said strip” he said in a more forceful tone I did as Mr.Mark said and stripped down to my underwear When Mr.Mark looked back he slapped me again saying “I said strip slut” I quickly removed my underwear, the shock of being hit overwhelming the embarrassment of being naked in front of my father. He looked me up and down, grabbing my rock hard cock. “You enjoy being hit sweetheart” he said stroking me. “No sir” I whimpered out Just then I got another slap. “Don’t lie to me” he said sternly holding my face. Mr.Mark walked to his closet and took off his shirt revealing his thick coat of fur. He left his pant on however. He laid out two syringes on the dresser one small with a needle the other long and needleless. As he picked up the smaller one he walked towards me saying “from now own you will have one of these injections a day, I’ll show you how to do it again tomorrow but one a day every day, ok sweetheart” “Yes sir” I replied nervously. “Good girl” he said as he turned me around and grabbed one of my hairless ass cheeks he squeezed it tight and then injected me with the contents of the syringe. He then pushed me over the bed so my ass was fully exposed. “Now this is going to burn but you need to hold it in for as long as you can, be a good girl for daddy” I was confused on why he was calling me a girl when I was clearly a boy. Well maybe not clearly but he knew I was. Then suddenly I felt a pressure on my hole. “Open your pussy for me sweetheart” Mr.Mark whispered to me. That sent a chill down my spine and even though I didn’t have a pussy my hole relaxed and let the large syringe in. I felt the liquid fill me and did my best to hold it in. Mr.Mark stood me back up and said “hold that for as long as you can”. I started feeling a rush after about a minute. Soon after I felt so empty even with the burning liquid in my ass. Mr.Mark began twisting my nipples which sent shockwaves of pleasure through me. I audibly moaned “Good girl” he said pulling my nipples hard causing me to loose focus and open up the liquid spilling out of me. I leaned into Mr.Mark breathing in his man sent as my entire body tingled. “Seems like someone’s ready to loose their virginity right sweetheart” he asked me “Oh” I moaned out as I felt his cock through his pants. “I’ve been waiting so long for this” he said as he turned me around and bent me over the bed again. I heard him unzip his pants before I suddenly felt him fully enter my hole, no he called it my pussy. “Oh fuck daddy” I moaned out as he pumped deep into me “Yeah baby girl take my fucking cock” he said as he pounded into me. I had never felt this good in my life. I had had so many sex dreams about Mr.Mark and now they were coming true. I have no idea how long he fucked me for but when he was close he moan out “Oh yeah sweetheart I’m gonna cum, you want daddy to cum in your pussy” “Yes daddy” I moaned out. “You want daddy to get you pregnant” “Yes daddy” “Well too bad” he said as he pulled out and shot his load into the carpet. “Daddy” I whimpered out feeling so empty. “ oh don’t worry baby, I’ll get you pregnant in time but for now you have to learn” he said walking to the closet as I laid there fingering my pussy He had put his pants back on so I couldn’t see his cock but he took a long orange thing with a flared base out of the closet. He laid it on my stomach and it reached up to my ribs. “ you want to be full baby” he asked “Yes daddy” I replied obediently needing something in my guts. He pushed it into my pussy slowly while he held one of my hands to my stomach. I felt the toy moving in me. Once it was fully in he walked to grab a small flat piece of metal with a tube in it. “ you know sweetheart I thought we would have to work you up to a cage this small but your clit is so tiny I think we can start with this.” He grabs my soft leaking clit and stuck the long tube into it. It felt strange but not bad. He then locked the metal piece on and put the key on a table. “Good this will keep you from using your clit when you shouldn’t.” He said. “Now I think it’s past your bedtime so hurry to sleep we’ll talk more In the morning ok” “ ok daddy” I said hugging him before going to grab my clothes “Nuhuh” he said “you’ll be getting a new wardrobe tomorrow” with that he slapped the plug in my pussy and sent me to my room.

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!

Oh yes, a slut feeling tired, used, satisfied after several poundings

It does! ...especially when I squat down, which causes everything, including the gape, to naturally spread wider so I feel the exposed rectum meat rubbing against my underwear...and that just reminds me what a huge loose pig I am and reinforces my desire to stuff my manCunt and stretch it out even more. The ruin (and superHole bragging rights) is totally worth required daily hose out.

At least for me, one I was fucked the 1st time it was impossible to stop. Now that you've done it, especially anonymously in a dark room you are on your way to becoming a fuck pig. Enjoy!

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

Walking up to the door, I paused to make sure I was ready. Porn...Check! Lube....Check! Condoms...Check! Around noon, I got a text message from an fuck buddy named Jim to meet him at his house later that night for a surprise he had for me. He wouldn't tell me what it was, but, I would love it. After I knocked, He came to the door, and invited me in. "So, What's the surprise?" I inquired. "In do time," Jim replied. "For now, go into the bathroom and put this on," he says, while handing me a black jock strap. Jim likes underwear that shows off my ass. When we first got talking two years ago, he sent me a pic of his beautiful, hugh cock, while I sent him a picture of my big booty. An hour later, I was bent over an table, getting my ass fucked by his cock. As I walked out of the bathroom, I see Jim naked on the couch, with his dick in his hands. "So what do you think," I asked, while jiggling my ass in front of his face. Jim stood up behind me, grabbed my hips, and began to grind his cock between my ass cheeks. "Damn, that ass is hot," he replied. Jim then proceed to take one of his hands and smack me on the ass, leaving it there to grab a hand full of booty meat to show his approval. "That surprise and I are going to wear your ass out tonight," he continued. As he took one of his fingers and pushed it into my hole. "Oh..So my surprise is more cocks to play with ?" I asked. As I put my hands on knees and bent over a little to give him easier access to my tight hole. "You'll just have to wait and see," he answered back. All the while, inserting another finger into my booty hole and thrusting them back and forth, as I let out a faint moan to show my approval. Jim removed his fingers from my hole and positioned me on my knees in front of him. His hard cock staring right at me, like it knew it's next stop was in my mouth and down my throat. I opened my mouth wide ready to receive his swollen sex organ. Jim palmed the back off my head and shoved his cock to the back of my throat. This went on until tears ran down my eyes, rivers of dro(ol ran down chain, and choking on cock. I couldn't take it a second longer and pushed back from his cock to catch my breath. "NO. NO. NO.." Jim's response to my plight. "You do this every time my cock is down your throat and I've got a good rhythm," He says with an mixture of annoyance and a state of sexual arousal. Tom places both of his hands on the back my head. "I'm Sorry, let.." Are the only words I got out before Jim rammed his cock back down my throat and begun to skull fuck. "Now Bitch! Listen!! No surprise for you or your fat booty, unless you let me use your throat the way I please." He growl, shoving several inches of man sausage down my gullet. Jim kept up the fast and hard pace of feeding me his cock. Pushing cock in my mouth until his balls slapped my chin and back out until his fat mushroom cock head touched my two front teeth. By now, tears and drool came uncontrollably out of my eyes and mouth, with Jim seemingly not wanting to stop anytime soon. I places my hand on his hip and push away from his blow job assault on my tonsils as Jim kept trying to force my mouth back on his cock. "What's wrong with you tonight?" I asked Jim with confusion in my voice. "You're acting like an crazy person who doesn't know how to control his urges." Jim still palming both sides of my head, started to squeeze with an death grip so tight that I couldn't move, he was in control and positioned my head, so that I was looking up at him. His face red and breath heavy from all the forced skull fucking he gave me, Jim replied, "Bitch! You prance around town with your big booty, getting everybody's dick hard, only looking to get you booty fucked." Jim kept squeezing my head harder. "Your dick sucking skills are shit!" He said, squeezing my head even hard. "Now BIITTTCCHH!!! I want more of the back of that throat, So give it up or So help me god I'm going to pop your head like an grape!" By now I was scared for my life and wanted to leave as quickly as possible. "Please don't hurt me," I begged Tom. So I opened my mouth wide so Jim wouldn't hurt me, with tears flowing from my eyes down to my cheeks, and dropping to the ground. This was a side of Jim I'd never before, he'd never complained about my dick sucking before. I was trying to figure out what gives now? I'm not the greatest at giving fellatio, but, I always thought I could hold my own. "Jim.. Baby.. I do the best can at sucking coc...." At that moment, Jim became impatient and slap me hard across the face like a hoe who angers her pimp. "Bitch!!! Less talking and more opening that throat," He answered back. So by now, not only did I have tears streaming down my and dry drool all over my chin. But also an large hand print across my face. At this point I open my mouth wide so he will not hurt me anymore. That's when Jim force feeds me all his cock from the head of his cock touching the back of my throat to his hairy large balls resting on my silva dried chin and then just held it. It felt like forever, my throat is not use to this type of abuse. I was choking on prick, gasping for air, and he wouldn't let me catch my breath. I was screening my mind signs of Jim being like this and nothing came to mind. "That's right bitch! You choke on that cock," he said still gripping my tight, pressuring more dick down the hatch. "Tonight, you're going to learn to sucking dick right or choke and die trying.... BITCH!!!!" Jim told me, forcing more cock and now his Hugh balls in my mouth. Nobody has ever forced cock and balls in my mouth. I was kind of proud at that moment and impressed with myself. However, Jim wasn't, he kept my head in place choking me with his tool. As he kept it up, the room started to spin, everything started going black, and Jim's voice started to tune out. "OH. MY. GAWD... Jim is so mad at me.. He's really going to choke me to death with his cock and balls" I thought to myself in terror. "See!!! You can take dick up the booty hole like a man, but, take dick down the gullet like a hesitant little bitch" Jim taunted, As he let me go and I hit the floor, pasted out from lack of oxygen. "Three Big dick booty and throat fuckers are on their way right now, that's the surprise. Total domination of both your holes." Jim proclaimed. As I came to, I asked Jim why was he doing this me? My dick sucking wasn't that bad. I could learn to be an good cock sucker if it was. "BITCH!!! you think that's the only issue you and me have ", he yelled, while towering over me. "As long as we've been fucking, you make me wear condoms, the only... and I mean the only reason I put up with it. Is because of those fat ass cakes you got dragging behind you. So tonight.. BITCH!!!! Throat fucking and raw dawgin' that booty hole is on the menu." Jim ranted, with animal lust in his eyes. "but. but. but... Jim," I wimpered, " I like playing with you being safe to keep healthy , so we can keep playing... Don't you want that???" I replied, trying to reason with the horny, deranged man with a cock so hard and stiff, that not only could he choke me to death with it. He might be able to summon enough strength to beat me to death with it. "BBBIIITTTCCCHHH!!!!" Jim howled angrily, raising his hand to sky and pimp slapping me back to the floor. "That is the stupidest shit I've heard in my life and you're not getting away with it tonight." He ranted on, wagging his figure in my face. "Them fat cakes can only get you out of so much trouble before the devil comes to collect. You pussy piece of shit. Big dick are coming to fucking you tonight and the smallest is 7.5 in and super thick, you wanna be dick slut." As Jim's insanely, deranged rant continued on. I just cowered on the ground, listening to his rant and watching his hard cock, swing between his legs, and clapping from left thigh to right thigh. I was becoming dicknotized by the Jim's meat, making it hard for me to get out this scary problem. Jim noticed me looking at his cock. This made Jim even more upset for some reason. He grabbed me by the throat and bent me over the couch, face down ass exposed up in the air, with another one of his figures back up my asshole again. "Bitch!!, four big dicks are fucking raw dawgin you tonight, Bitch!!!" As Jim pulls me back to whisper in my and nibble on my ear some. "So.. you can give up the booty willingly or have four big cock take that booty by force. I really hope you decided to fight us, because that will make bust a Nutt inside you even sweeter. Jim says in a intimidating manner. All of a sudden there was a knock at the door.. I had hoped it was help, but, Jim's friends had arrived with big dicks you could see through the outlines of their jean. Big dicks horny for big booty and at this point, I had no choice but to give up my big round cakes willingly.

People who have STIs aren't "dirty." Most people with an STI don't know they have one, which is why "I'm clean, UB2" is a terrible method for reducing the chance of getting one.

I was about 20, I worked as a waiter and lived at home with my parents in a suburb of Toronto. My bedroom was in the basement and I had a computer just outside my bedroom door; a place where I could get myself into a lot of trouble. It was early days of the computer but we had a modem and could connect to a bulletin board, I think they were called. It was a time when the connection was slow and we didn't even have a proper email account. Yahoo didn't even exist. Does anyone else remember those early personal computer days? Anyway, I remember there was a gay bulletin board where one could logon and chat to other users. Pictures were extremely rare as you had to scan one and upload it; that could take forever and wouldn't be very good quality, so typically one would meet lots of guys online without seeing what they looked like. You would read a description only. I stumbled across a description of a couple that sounded very hot. They lived close so I dropped them a line. We chatted about what we liked and how we 'play safe' and planned on meeting. I drove to their house, arrived and was greeted by Jeff, who was about 35. He wore a tight white t-shirt and jeans, had brown hair, blue eyes, and was very sexy. We chatted awkwardly on the couch for a while before he offered me a rum and coke. It went straight to my head. I'm 5' 11", about his height, with brown hair, green eyes, and short trimmed, body hair. At 20, I was very fit but not muscular, many guys had, however complimented my ass, which had but a dusting of hair, describing it as 'full and muscular'. I was still young. As we sat on the couch, with the drink going to my head, he started to rub my thigh and explained that his partner was drinking at a neighbour's house. He went on to explain the night before was their 10th anniversary, but this night they were looking for a third for a little fun. It was my first threesome and I was very excited. We chatted, flirted by rubbing each other's legs through our jeans for about 45 minutes before his partner came back home. My jeans had some holes so he would teasingly rub my skin through the holes. It felt amazing. I didn't have many sexual experiences at this point in my life, something I told him during our online chatting so I think he wasn't moving too quickly on purpose. He was adorable and I really wanted to kiss him; so I did. We started making out feeling each other's chests under our t-shirts. I felt a very muscular, hairy chest, with firm nipples. I was getting so hot. I could see and feel a large bulge in his jeans. As we made out, his partner, Andy, came home and kind of sneaked up to us on the couch, saying to Jeff, "Wow, he's hot, we're going to have some fun tonight." Andy was wearing shorts and he pulled his shirt over his head revealing a very sexy, muscular body. He had brown hair, dark eyes, with a hairy, but trimmed chest hair, not short, just slightly. At 5' 10" he was a little shorter than Jeff. Andy leaned in and gave me a really long, deep kiss. I could taste some booze on his breath and it was really hot. Then Andy went upstairs to shower, and Jeff and I remained on the couch kissing and generally fooling around. In a couple of minutes, we went upstairs and went into the bedroom. Andy was still showering. Jeff told me that he really wanted me to suck him, so we got naked and Jeff sat at the headboard, spread his legs and motioned me towards his cock that was completely hard. I started to slowly suck his cock. It was uncut and dripping. Really hot. He started pushing my head down and I started choking a little. He said 'here, have some poppers" and he said "you might even enjoy it more." I had only used poppers a few times at this point but, I thought, why not. He opened the bottle, held it to my nose for a long hit and then closed in to kiss me. In a few seconds, it started to hit me so he proceeded to push my head down towards his cock. He kept his hand firmly on my head and forced me down to the base. Amazingly, the poppers made it so I wouldn't choke. I became totally cock hungry and sucked him hard. I was on my hands and knees and didn't notice Andy return from the shower. He sat beside Jeff and said "I want you now." I took another hit of poppers and started to suck Andy's completely soft, uncut cock. It was still wet from the shower and tasted amazing. Slowly it got hard and I enjoyed making him start to groan from my eagerness and how crazy I was sucking his cock. I t was kind of sloppy, but he said it felt amazing. After a couple of minutes he pulled my head off his cock, stood-up, and moved behind me, as I went back to Jeff's cock and started to suck again. I was on my hands and knees and bent forward on my elbows. Andy gently started kissing and then licking my ass that was up in the air. He started to rim my ass. It felt amazing. It was wet and sloppy and his tongue felt so good sliding in and out, spending several minutes rimming my ass. He came up at one point and remarked "Your ass is so clean." I felt very proud and happy that he was enjoying himself. He kept pressing his tongue in my ass and it felt so good. Jeff grabbed the poppers, opened the bottle and held it up to my nose as Andy kept his tongue deep in my ass, turning, and going in and out. Once the poppers would hit me, I was in total ecstasy. I bent down and resumed sucking Jeff. His cock was hard and a little bent, uncut and very tasty. Between Andy rimming me and from going back and forth from kissing Jeff and blowing him, I was feeling hot. After about another 10 minutes of rimming and taking a couple of hits on the poppers, Andy re-positioned himself, and started to press his fat, uncut cock against my ass. He wasn't pushing in, he just put it at the outside of my hole. I think he wanted me to push back instead of him pushing in, so I pushed back on my ass a little and his cock started to slowly enter my ass. He still didn't push in and he kept letting me doing all of the work. I slowly started moving back and forth, with only a little of the head inside. I loved it. It was about to go in me raw. Jeff, who had a good view of what was going on, asked "What are you doing? Are you fucking him raw?" Andy replied, "No, sorry, I'll get a rubber." I thought Fuck, this feels amazing. His cock was lubing my hole and, after 20 minutes of being rimmed, I was very ready to get fucked - and I really wanted him in me bare, even though I didn't normally bareback at that age. I was usually a good boy and demanded that a guy always wear a condom. But here I was, in a unknown couple's bedroom and all I could think of was how I wanted that fat, hard, uncut cock in my ass. Andy put on some lube, rolled on the rubber, smeared some lube on my ass and cock and suggested I take another hit on the poppers before he fucked me. I complied, taking a really long hard breath, and, presenting my ass to Andy, went back to sucking Jeff. Andy meanwhile grabbed the poppers from Jeff and took a long hit. I was in heaven and Andy was only starting to put his hard cock in my ass. I reached around behind me, grabbed Andy's cock that was slick with lube and started to help guide him in to my ass. However, just then the poppers really started taking over: in one stroke I pulled the condom off his cock and immediately pushed my ass down his shaft. Jeff had no idea I had just taken off the condom as I handed it to Andy. Andy didn't protest, but grabbed the condom from me, and slowly started to push his raw cock in my ass. Ever so slowly at first. He pushed in and out with just the head, but during each slow thrust he went a little deeper. I kept sucking Jeff and tasting his precum. Jeff held the poppers against my nose again and I paused with my blowjob only long enough to take a hit. I was flying and becoming cock crazy with a bare cock pounding in my ass and a hard cock dripping with precum in my mouth. Andy was getting faster and deeper with his thrusts. He kept telling Jeff how hot my ass was and "Jeff, I really want to fuck this guy raw." While Jeff didn't respond to Andy's comment and Andy seemed to play along with our little act of fucking with a condom. Jeff, however, remarked to Andy "Tell me when you're getting close." My cock was so hard and was bouncing around beneath me. I loved his hard bare cock in my ass and Jeff still had no idea it was raw. Andy kept up fucking me for a bit and I could feel his balls hit my ass, hard. He started grunting and saying to Jeff "I'm about to cum, man." With that, Jeff started to cum in my mouth. No warning, just cum that I happily swallowed. Andy exploded in my ass and I could feel it was getting easier fucking me with all that cum as lube. I could fee Andy's cum dripping from my ass and inside me. It felt so good. Jeff still had no idea. We stayed still for a couple of minutes before Andy plopped out and ran to the bathroom with the empty condom in his hand. I flopped on my back and laid there breathing hard, but still horny. Jeff had already crawled under the covers and closed his eyes. I guess he got what he wanted. Andy returned shortly, climbed on the bed and started sucking my cock. It felt amazing. He used his free hand to stick a finger in my ass. I could feel it enter easily with all his cum in my ass. He massaged my prostate with his finger and almost instantly I shot a huge load in his mouth. He leaned over and kissed me. When his lips met mine, he pushed a little of my cum in my mouth. Totally hot. Fuck that was hot. Thirty minutes and it was all over. He suggested that I stay over, and sleep between them in bed. I said "Absolutely!" Stay tuned for part-two, and how Andy deposited another secret stealth load in my ass that night.

After getting buzzed a rawhide, I was standing in front of that video store in Chelsea nyc. Blue something. saw some sexy dude who looked like he was down for a nasty fuck, took him too a nice dark street. fucked him raw and came. I was so horny that I was the top when i usually bottom lol.

Tonight I traveled to the tops' apartments - Got fucked by 5 guys in about 3 hours and got 4 loads... By the last two fucks there was a puddle of cum under where we fucked I had so much in my ass...