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Chapter 9 (and final) —— Josh —— Did I really just flood my little brother's butt full of toxic cum?!?!? He looked so hot riding my cock and his hole felt so tight and warm around my cock that I couldn’t of stopped myself. It wasn’t a small load either. I put one of the biggest poz loads of my life balls deep in his second hole. It be a miracle if I hadn’t just knock up Sammy! My cock twitched at the idea as we laid next to each other catching our breaths. The sweat thick on both of us. One of his last neg load all across my abs and chest. “Well that was super hot and a great surprise but there may be a few things we have to talk about.” I said, ready to get the awkward conversation out of the way. “Yea, that was intense, it was the best fuck of my life!” Sammy answered looking up at me with a big goofy smile. “What do you want to talk about? How soon we can go again? How often we can do it?” He was giggling as he asked his questions. His smile morphing into a mischievous one I had seen on many cock hungry boys. I also noticed his cock against my leg was now half hard where it had been soft seconds ago. “Woah there cowboy, its not time to mount up again. I need to mention something that might be a little startling to you.” I said as he moved his hand to my cock. I took his hand in mine to keep him from working my cock before we talked. “Okay, so I maybe should have told you this earlier but I am HIV positive and I haven’t been on antiviral medicine in a while. Well, truthfully, I never started them.” I told him looking into his eyes not knowing what to expect. “Oh, well umm I am not sure what to say to that. I mean I am negative or I was as of a few months ago when I tested last. I never got around to getting on Prep or anything.” Sam didn’t look upset or anything. He wasn’t smiling anymore instead his face was fixed into one of thought and concentration. It seemed like he was trying to figure something out. I stayed silent waiting to see what he was going to say. “I know that sounds bad that I was fucking raw and not on prep but I just wasn’t really worried about it. I mean I always fuck with regulars or friends of regulars. Plus, I tend to top more than bottom.” He finally said. “I understand that. I know serval guys like that. I was a bit of a chaser truthfully. I mostly top too, but I heard about a guy that pozzed up my friend. The guy had lied and told my friend that he was negative so he could stealth poz him. I decided to let the guy do the same to me. I been gifting guys since.” I briefly explained. “Ok, so chasing is guys that want HIV and gifting is giving HIV to someone that wants it. Stealthing is giving it to someone without them knowing. Do I have that right?” “Yea, in a nutshell that’s it.” I replied relieved at how he was handling it. Then he surprised me. “Have you ever stealth anyone? Wait, you didn’t tell Fernando before you bred him did you?” He was getting excited and his cock was starting to rally after it had deflated as we were talking. “Yea, I put my poz seed in his hole and he has no clue it was toxic. He wasn’t the first and won’t be the last I am sure.” I replied. Sam moved back to straddle my hips as he leaned down and put his lips to mine. We started to make out as he moved his hand to my nipple so he could play with it. I got rock hard instantly and as we made out he lowered his hole onto my cock slowly inching my dick into his used hole. My cum worked as lube to ease my now diamond hard poz cock into his sweet neg hole. My dick began working the charged cum from earlier deeper into Sam all while adding more dirty precum in his hole. He moaned into my mouth as our tongues tangled together. He started to ride my cock harder and faster. I moved my hips so that my up stroke meet his downward motion. He broke our kiss and leaned back as he looked me in my eyes. There was so much desire there that it almost made me cum instantly. “I want you to infect my negative hole big brother!! I want to poz other men with you!! I want us to be pigs together and share our secret pozzings!!” Me practically cried to me. I came within seconds of him completing his last sentence. I flooded his negative hole with another huge load. He was for sure going to get my strain and become my poz son! As I was unloading in him Sam started to stroke his big fat uncut cock. I stopped him and picked us up flipping us around so he was now on his back on the bed. I reached over and grabbed lube from the night stand drawer. I sat back and squirted a glob in my hand and worked it over Sam’s monster cock. I then refilled my hand and reached behind me to lube my hole. I kept eye contact with Sammy as I applied the lube. I didn’t break eye contact either as I sat down on his big fat uncut dick. Going slowly as I started taking him in. His size was a lot to get use to but it felt right. Once I had it all the way in, I started to slowly ride him. Picking up speed as my hole stretched open. I wanted him to load me deep with what would be his last negative load. That is exactly what I told him as I was riding his dick. Up and down, faster and faster I rode as we talked dirty till finally Sam’s face scrunched up and I felt him fill my ass full of his seed. I was in heaven. I collapsed on him and rest on his chest as his cock softened and slide form my hole. I knew I’d want to feel him in me again and soon. We rested for a bit before moving to the shower where my little bro convinced me to put a third toxic load deep in him. This was going to be so much fun. Very soon he’d be my poz son and we’d be tagging and stealth pozzing negative ass all over the city!! ——————— I hope you all enjoyed the story. I feel like this is a good stopping point, at least for this part of the story. I may revisit again with a fresh chain/story in the future. Only time will tell. Thank you all for you positive feedback. I really have enjoyed reading all the comments and seeing all the reactions. Uncut

Yesterday I made a trip to Brown Bag Video in Ottawa Illinois. I have only been there one other time and my expectations were not high but I thought I would give it a shot. You pay a clerk the 10 dollar fee and go back to the cinema/lounge where they have about 20 nice sized booths playing preselected videos. Most are not very good. I’m not a big porn consumer but I really don’t like production porn where the men are using condoms. It’s not representative of the sex I have. Anyway.. I walked around the very dark hallways looking in the open rooms to only see a few men standing or sitting on the benches watching the videos. I went into a booth and within a minute an older man with a belly came in to my room and closed the door behind him. I stood up and he grabbed my crotch through my pants and started to unbutton his. He kissed me with a lot of tongue and started pulling down my pants. He turned me around and bent me over. I really like it when a man is Dom so I did as the daddy wanted. He started to eat my pussy with a skill level that let me know it was definitely not his first. After a few minutes he stood me back up and turned me around and told me to suck him. His cock was nice. It was fat and about 7.5 or 8” long. As a seasoned bottom I sucked his cock good and he kept telling me what a good boy I was and to keep doing my job. After several more minutes he stood me up and kissed me again for a few minutes and turned me back around to eat my pussy again. He then asked if I wanted his load and I shook my head yes. He said where do you want daddy’s load and I just spread my cheeks open. He said good boy again and slid his cock in me. He started to piston me slow while telling me how good my cunt felt. I just kept moaning and thanking him. He kept saying what a good boy I was to just be there to take all loads for daddy’s. I said yes sir. He then asked me one more time, where I wanted his load. I said deep in my pussy sir. He did I was a good boy again and said I was going to get it. He then bred me deep. When he seemed to be done I turned around and sucked him clean. He said I was a good boy again and left. This was the first of a few I took yesterday.

Thought I would share the first time I ever did poppers, it was only my second or third time at a local bathhouse, and the first two times I had been drinking so I barely remembered it. This is from a few years ago. I had just turned 21. I am a twink type, white, slim, brown hair, blue eyes. I am also very short around 5'5. I was really nervous to be going to the bathhouse and got a room. I stayed in the room for over an hour until I worked up the courage to go out. Lots of eye contact as I walked up and down the halls, but I was still very nervous. I went to one of the public rooms; a couple of guys were fooling around, and I stood at the far end against a wall. One man who looked to be in his early 40s came up to me and stood next to me against the wall. He kept looking over, and so did I. He eventually turned to me and said, "Come to my room." I was horny from watching in the room, so I did. I walked in and he immediately started kissing me, taking off our towels. I started kissing back. He got me down on the bathhouse bed, lights dimmed, and we were making out. He asked me if I fuck bare and I panicked and mumbled something like, "I don't think so." He started kissing me more. He was on top when he pulled out some poppers. He put them to my nostril and told me to breathe. I did, not knowing what they were, and I have never felt anything so intense. He held them there for a few more breaths on each side, and then I was flying. I started sucking his dick. It was amazing. He pulled me back up and told me to turn around and started eating my ass and I was moaning like crazy. He then came back up and fed me more poppers from behind. He held them there extra long and I felt extra fucked up. I had no idea what was happening, but I knew I felt on cloud 9. Next thing I knew, he was fucking me. I was ass up as he was fucking my hole and I was letting him. I didn't care if it was bare or not. He fucked me like that for a while, and suddenly I felt the bottle at my nostril again, except he was still fucking me from behind, so I remember wondering how. I took some more hits and a cock went into my mouth from whoever just gave me some. I started sucking this cock too, eventually seeing that he had opened the door and there were more guys in the room now. He ended up breeding my ass, and the guy in my mouth turned me around and started fucking me next. The first guy ended up being my daddy that night, letting these men use me — he did a few more times too — as he kept me pretty fucked up. It was one of the best nights I've ever had at a bathhouse.

I opened my eyes, it was 8:30am. I felt my ass wet then a tongue. It was Rick licking my ass. I was sleeping on my side and moved one of my knees further up to give him more access and let out a moan. "Your pussy tastes good in the morning" he said. He went back to eating me out and fingering me. I felt his fingernail scrape me again. He leaned over and kissed me our tongues danced. Then I felt his cock push into my ass. I moaned into his mouth. He was half way in. It still hurt a bit as he pushed into me. In this position he was stretching my ass in a different angle. After he was all the way in me, he started to pound me. I lay there on my side panting and moaning. Feeling him deep in me and pushing and invading my depths. My cock was now hard and leaking. He kept up his pace. This was not intimate and not animal. It was with purpose, to dump another load of his poz hot cum in my cunt. I lay there in bliss taking his cock, relishing as he raked over my prostate and grunted as I felt the scrapes burn as with each thrust of his fat cock reopens the scrape. I grunt thru the pain knowing this will help his DNA latch onto mine and impregnate me. This realization makes my ass throb and squeeze and my cock leak. "Hmm what you thinking about boy. I see you looking into space but feel your cunt squeeze my cock" he said "I am feeling your cock deep in my cunt. I feel it rip the scrapes you have made in me. I know it will help with you marking me with your DNA and impregnating me. It makes me feel sexy and I get aroused even though it hurts when I feel your cock rip in me" I said calmly holding his arm as he thrust in me. "Yes it will. I want to knock you up so bad baby. I am so happy you are accepting and wanting your place as my bottom and to enjoy all the pleasure that will come with it" he said as he started to pick up pace fucking me hard. I moaned and panted as he picked it up. In a few strokes he raked and rammed my prostate making moan even louder. We kissed and then he started to kiss and nibble at my neck, making me moan even louder. His hand found my nipples and pinched them. I was panting and moaning uncontrollably, and started again to feel that wave deep in my ass and groin and started to cum. "Im cumming Daddy" I yelled And he picked up his pace even more pumping into me and started to moan and unleash more of his potent ball cream into me. I felt one or two spurts into me mixing with my ass juice. "Ahhhhhh fuck your cunt is squeezing me boy" he moaned. I could feel my ass wrapping around his cock. He kept pumping into me. I felt all his cum from the night push deeper into me. He finally slowed down sweat dripping on me and pulled out his cock. It was covered in cum and some blood and ass juice. I went down and on him and licked and sucked his meat. We both lay back and also ate my cum that was on the sheets. "Thank you Daddy" I said "You are welcome baby" he said. "Lets get some breakfast" he said.

So the be tldr is that I fucked my dentist yesterday. My bf and I go in together to get our teeth cleaned. He does his checkup on me, pokes around and leaves. He shows up that night and said he knew I sucked a lot of cock. Apparently, giving head leaves little red sores in the back of your mouth or something. This old bastard first wanted "to see what the fuss was about" and I blew him. He stuck around and fucked me after a break. I don't know how I feel about knowing that the hygienist and dentist knows exactly what I'm up to. Haha

I once picked up a guy in the cruisy park near my apartment in Boston (back in 1994-5) and then a few months later went to a new dentist office. Guy walks in to clean my teeth. GUESS WHO? The guy who introduced me to piss play from The Fens. It's very weird to have someone flirt with you AND clean your teeth, which for me is VERY unsexy.

We got out of bed and took a shower together. It was the first time we showered together. While we washed up we also kissed, touched each other's body. I even sucked his cock but didn't have him cum as I wanted it my pussy I told him. He laughed. We made breakfast and ate and talked about what we each were going to do today. He had to go into work for a little while. I told him I had to stop by Jane's place to pick up some things that I left at her place and she told me to come and get. Jane and I were on ok terms and texted once in a while. We finished up breakfast and I got ready to leave. Daddy reminded me no fucking anyone else but if I wanted to I could give other guys a bj. I said dont worrry I only want him and have his baby. He smiled and we kissed. "Daddy can I ask you a question" I said "Sure" Rick replied "Will you be fucking other guys?" I asked "Not sure. Why?" he said "I don't know. I would hope you would only fuck me at least till your seed takes and I get knocked up" I said "Of course, baby. I won't fuck anyone else till you get knocked up. Ok" he said I smiled we kissed and thanked him. I got dressed in running shorts and shirt. I texted Jane before I left the house that I was coming over to get my stuff. She texted back and said she wasn't there but her friend would be there to let me in. She told me where my stuff was. I asked her how things were going and she said ok but her friend's father was visiting and had been there over a week now and it was getting cramped. He was a little creepy as he would look her over a lot. I drove over and parked at her place. I knocked on the door and an older man was there in tshirt and shorts. "Yes can I help you?" he said "I am Dan, I am here to pick up my stuff that is in Jane's room" I said "Oh yeah your her ex boyfriend" he said "Come in and get your stuff" he said. I could smell alcohol on his breath. I was only 11am. I walked in and went to Jane's room. He followed me in and stood at the doorway. "I will only be a minute", I said "Ok I will wait here." he said I felt like he didn't trust me. I just let it go and gathered my stuff. I couldn't find my PS so I looked around. I called Jane. She said it might be in some box under her bed. I got on my knees and looked under her bed. I found it and pulled it out. As I stood up and turned around her roommate's father was stroking his cock thru his shorts while looking at me. "You have a nice ass. I'd love to fuck it right now and I think you would like it too. I heard your a fairy fag and that's why you broke up" he said "Thank you. I think I should leave" I said "Not yet boy. You were showing your nice ass to me and I want some of it" he said. He now took out his cock from his shorts. It was a nice 7" thick cock. I looked at it. "Yeah you faggot I can tell you want this don't you" he said "I think I should go" I said "Not till you at least give my cock a kiss boy. I see you staring at it" he said. His cock was rock hard and leaking precum. I could see the rage and hunger in his eyes. I put the down the PS walked over to him got on my knees and kissed his cock a few times and then licked my lips of his precum. "Fuck yeah faggot go ahead and suck it I know you want it" he said pushing his cock into my mouth. I let him in and started to suck and lick his cock. He pushed and it entered my throat. I thought I might as well make him cum as soon as I can so I can leave. I went full force and gave him a bj and worked his cock over. He started to moan loudly. "Ohhhh fuck you faggot. I never had a bj like this before" he moaned pushing his cock deeper into my mouth. I tongued worked over his head trying to get him to cum. He kept pumping and I kept sucking, licking and tonguing. I even started to lick and suck on his balls then went back to his cock. "Ohhh fuck you are a faggot. I can't imaging you fucking Jane. She is hot and bet has a juicy pussy. I bet you didn't make her cum. You were mean to be a cock sucking faggot" he said and with that he started to cum in my mouth. He shot a huge load about 7-8 spurts of hot cum. I swallowed it quickly and kept sucking on his cock. He actually tasted really good. I pulled back from his cock and licked my lips. "Fuck boy that is the best bj I have ever had. That was even better than a lot of pussy I have had" he said I told him thank you and started to get my stuff and walked towards the front door. He followed me out still calming down from his orgasm. He grabbed my ass and told me he wanted to fuck me the next time I was over and maybe if we would meet up next week. I told him I was busy but would let him know. He wrote down his number and gave it to me. I thanked him and left.

I woke up. It was a little after 3am on the clock. I got up to use the bathroom. My ass was sore as I walked. I could feel the bruising and scrapes in my ass, as I walked. I went back to bed. Rick was laying flat with his huge meat laying flaccid but large on his thigh. I couldn't help and started to tease it with my finger. It slowly started to get hard. Then I leaned over and started to lick the head slightly as not to wake him. After a minute or two his cock was hard now. I couldn't help myself and started to suck the first few inches of his cock. I kept it up for a few minutes then started to taste precum leaking out of his cock. I now started to spit on his now hard cock getting it hard and started to deep throat him. "Hmm boy that's a nice way to wake up" he said "Shhh Daddy just sit back and enjoy" I said I then got up and straddled his cock facing him and put his head at the entrance. I pushed down and winced in pain. He was looking up at me smiling and his hands now on my waist. I kept pushing down working thru the pain. Even though he just fucked me twice, my ass was still sore and tight. I was half way down on his hard obelisk. Beads of sweat formed on my forehead. I kept pushing and pumping slowly to get more in. I felt him at my second hole and pushed in and winced in pain. Finally I rest on his groin. I had all of him in me. "You did all the work earlier Daddy. Now it's my turn. OMG you feel so good in me. " I said and gave him a kiss as I started to grind on his cock. It was still bruising my inside but it began to feel good. I started to slide up on down his hard shaft. Then I gyrated my hips churning on his cock. He let out a moan. I knew how that felt as a top and I kept it up. My cock was hard and now leaking on his stomach. I started to pick up pace bouncing on his hard cock buried deep in me. "Ohhh Daddy" I moaned "Yeah baby just ride Daddy's cock like a good boy" he said I kept bouncing up on his cock, gyrating in between. My ass convulsed on its own squeezing his thick meat in me. His hand were now on my nipples pulling and pinching them. I winced and moaned at the same time. It also made my ass milk him more. "Fuck yeah boy. That pussy is milking the shit out my cock. Keep it up and you will get Daddy's hot pozzed cum in you" he said moaning I picked up my pace even though my legs were getting tired. But I didn't stop and it was like training, I was going to work thru the pain to get his seed in me. "Damn boy you have stamina" he said I just moaned and kept going. I was not in a zone. Just focused on pouncing on and squeezing his cock. I wanted to pleasure him so much. "Yes Daddy I want to give you pleasure I want to please you and I want your charged cum in my cunt" I moaned and rode faster picking up my pace. I also intentionally started to squeeze his cock hard. "Oh fuck boy keep it up and you are going to get Daddy's baby batter deep in your pussy" he said "Yes Daddy cum in me please cum please I need you" I moaned out loudly I felt the swell in my groin as I started to cum. My cock shot a few spurts of cum out. My ass spasmed around his meat. I started to slow down coming down from my orgasm. "Don't slow down bitch. Daddy didn't cum yet" he said "Yes Daddy" I said I quickened my pace and rode his cock again quickly. I kept riding his cock for another 5 minutes then he moaned and I felt him cum and shoot his load in me. I was now horny and kept riding him milking every drip of his seed. I could feel my ass squeeze his cock "Yeah milk me good boy" he said playing with my nipples. Then out of nowhere I started to feel another wave and came as his cock was wrecking my prostate I was cumming again. I couldn't believe it. Only a small spurt came out but Daddy moaned as I came I started to milk his cock again. He moaned and started to push up into my ass keeping it deep in me. As I came down from another orgasm I leaned down and kissed him. He scooped up my cum and put some in my mouth and ke licked up the rest. "Neg cum. It will only last a little longer" he said as I licked his fingers clean tasting my negative cum. "Let's hope so. I want you so bad in me Daddy. Your dna, your cream, making me pregnant" I said kissing him back "You will baby you will. Don't worry Daddy has a high VRL" he said smiling. I lifted off of him clenching my ass to keep his cum in me. I cleaned off his wet cock with cum and some of my blood. Then kissed him sharing our fluids. "Good your pussy is still bleeding. It will take easier like your ovulating" he said smiling "Funny you use that word. I brought up again to him how other guys were hitting on me and even the Professor used that work. They said they could smell my taint and that I was horny and ovulating" I said "Yes we can smell each other. And tops can smell other bottoms especially when they are horny. And I bet you were putting out a a lot of pheromones. You want cock so badly and I bet your cunt was wet" he said "It was and when I was horny I could feel my ass. I mean my pussy spasm." I said "Good. You have so much ahead of you. So many pleasures. Look at how you just came again" he said "Yes Daddy. I never felt orgasms like that or ever had two in a row like that" I said "This will become more common as you embrace your pussy and being a true bottom: he said I could see he as getting drowsy as was I. I cuddled up next to him smelling his pit. We both fell fast asleep. ,

Kody was the cutest little twink you can picture. Wavy blonde hair with green eyes. He stood 5’ 9” with a total swimmer’s build. This white boy was a healthy shade of tan thanks to him being on the swim team. The tan was evenly throughout his entire body. He had only a slight tan line from his swim team speedo. He has a nice private backyard at home to sunbath in the nude to even his tan out when he was alone at home. Enter Mr. Spike. He was the school swim coach. He had 2 long years with Kody on his team and he thirsted over him every moment. He would not even let himself think on acting on his urges until he finally heard that the boy was turning 18 already. Kody was fully aware of Mr. Spike’s attraction and he was interested in the coach also. Mr. Spike was also a white man of swimmer’s build. He was former military so he still wore a crewcut, tight and neat. Black hair and dark brown eyes. He was a tall 6’ 0”. Kody had thirsted over Mr. Spike since he first laid eyes on him. The last day of school, Kody turned 18, he ran into the coach and was asked if he was doing anything special for his birthday. He responded that he had this family get together but that it was something rushed together because his mom and dad were going out of town the next morning for 2 weeks. This was the opening that Mr. Spike was waiting for. MS: Well if you don’t have any other plans on Friday night, I was looking for someone to come over to my place and help me make some choices. Some choices for the team. For next years’ team that is. I would really like your input if you have the time? Kody blushed and gave a little smirk. K: oh I’d love to go over and help you out. Any way I can. MS: Great then. I’ll write down my phone number and you can text me when you’re ready to come over. I’ll send over the address to my place. Kody took the number down in his phone and was off to home for his birthday festivities. The morning after, Kody said farewell to his parents as they drove off to the airport. They would be gone for 2 whole weeks. But all that Kody could think about was what he was going to wear over to Mr. Spike’s house later that day. Afternoon came and Kody texted his former teacher. The following message was a street address. Kody was nervous but committed to getting some teacher dick to suck on now that he was of age. He got dressed in his favorite underwear, a tee shirt and jeans that showed off his round ass. He took an uber to the address from the message. The uber was a short drive. Mr. Spike was only a few neighborhoods over from Kody’s own home. He got out of the vehicle and walked up to the front door. Nerves hit him and he paused before hitting the doorbell. Kody went over his game plan in his head. He didn’t have much of a game plan. He was just going to throw himself at Mr. Spike and wanted to at least such his dick before he left. He had sucked dick before but this would be his first time with a real man dick. He filled him mind with resolve, took a large breath of air, and touched the doorbell. Mr. Spike answered the door and opened the threshold to his invited guest. Kody glanced his host up and down before walking in. Mr. Spike was extremely casual as well, wearing a white tee shirt and a pair of grey sweatpants. As Kody walked around Mr. Spike, he noticed that perfect bubble butt perfectly caressed by the jeans the twink was wearing. Mr. Spike ushered the teen to the living room where they found the couch. Kody sat down and was handed the remote for the television. MS: Go ahead and put whatever you want on the tv. I’m gonna go get myself something to drink. Did you want something to drink? K: I’ll have whatever you are having. Mr Spike smiled back at the teen and disappeared into the kitchen. This left the teen alone in the living room where he looked around and tried to take in the whole situation. He eventually found the coffee table right in front of him. There was a second tier that was holding a glass object. Kody’s curiosity got the better of him and he reached for the glass object. He had just placed it on top of the coffee table when Mr. Spike reappeared with two glasses of coke and some G. Mr. Spike walked over and handed the teen his drink. He could tell the teen was trying to formulate the right question of ask, so he cut him off by simply handing the teen his drink. MS: Here you go. It’s a coke with a kick. Mr. Spike held out his glass inviting Kody to tap the drink before they both gulped down their drinks. Kody was unprepared for the slight bitter taste of his drink. He though it must be alcohol. Mr. Spike did say that it had a kick. Besides, he was going to need all the liquid courage he could muster today. After they drained their cups, Kody’s eyes returned to the glass object on the coffee table. Kody opened his mouth to start asking but Mr. Spike cut him off. MS: oh that’s not important. Its just a little fun I have once and a while. Not for kids you know. Let me just put that back down there. He reached for the pipe and lowered it back to it’s original spot. MS: You have the remote remember. Go ahead and put something on. We can just hang before we get to business. Kody’s curiosity kept intruding and he finally gathered his courage and asked Mr Spike what the glass object was. MS: oh that’s just a man’s pipe. It’s filled with some really good stuff but only for men. Sorry boy. Not for you. Kody did know what was coming over him. he had never had any inclination to try any drugs before but there in front of Mr. Spike, he felt the need to prove himself. Kody pulled out the lighter that was stationed next to the pipe. K: How much of a man do you want me to be Mr. Spike? Why don’t you show me? He handed the pipe and lighter over to the host. Mr. Spike was taken back a bit by how forward the boy was being and he loved it. Mr. Spike lit the pipe and took a big hit, letting out a big white cloud. Without talking, he hands the pipe over to Kody. Ever in the rush to prove himself to the man, Kody took his own big hit. He held it in as long as he could before releasing his own white cloud. Mr. Spike was quite impressed. He waved the teen on to keep taking hit after hit. He left the teen finish off the bowl by himself. This left the teen feeling plenty high. MS: Feeling good? Yeah, I know you are. We’ll lets get down to business. I invited you over to help me pick out the uniform for next years swim team. I need you to help model them for me so I can make a good decision. Mr. Spike handed the teen a small bag of clothing and pointed the way to the bathroom. Kody was flying high and did as he was directed. Kody disappeared into the bathroom. MS: Go ahead and try on the black and green pair first. Mr. Spike had just finished reloading the pipe when Kody popped out wearing a pair of black compression shorts with a green lightning bolt through the crotch area. The Coach handed the filled pipe to Kody and started feeling him up. Kody just lit the pipe when Mr Spike’s hands found the teens backside. He left out a soft moan. MS: How do they make you feel? K: they feel great but I don’t think I like the colors. MS: I agree. Lets try a different pair then. Kody retreated to the bathroom and emerged. This time he was wearing a pair of royal blue speedos. The coach handed the pipe to the teen. After his hit, Kody described how these new pair felt. He liked them but found the fabric confining. The teen again retreated but he hesitated to come out and show off the new pair of speedo. He asked Mr. Spike to close his eyes and only after he agreed did he come out. Kody stood there in front of his close-eyed coach in a pair of almost completely see through white speedos. It was a combination of the worn out frabric and the fact that the teen clearly wet the white material making it even more see though than normal. The coach couldn’t help himself anymore, he opened his eyes and marveled at the sight before him. All the man could do was stare and drool. Kody reached forward and picked up the pipe. MS: I think we found a winner. K: Close your eyes again. Please. Sit down please. The coach was happy to oblige with the require. He sat down on the couch and closed his eyes. The teen waved his hands in front of the coach’s eyes and got no response. He then dropped the white speedo to the floor. Kody took a step forward and left himself fall into the coach’s arms. Mr Spike felt the wet touch of the teen’s body against his own skin. He let his hands surround the teen and settle down on the teen’s perfectly round ass. He opened his eyes and thought he had died and gone to heaven. He traced the almost unfindable tan lines on the teen’s body. The coach stood up and let his monster dick point it’s way out of the sweatpants he is wearing. He pushes the pipe to the teen and tells him to take a big hit and put his mouth of the coach’s dick. The teen listens as he is told and is blowing clouds on the big 9 inch dick in no time at all. Kody couldn’t believe he was actually doing it. he had planned on sucking the coach off but never really thought in a million years it would actually come true. His own 7 inch dick had long since been set free from the speedo material. Kody was getting all he had dreamt of today and was resolved to heading home soon after he got his coach’s load in his mouth. Mr. Spike had other plans. He picked up the twink and threw him over his shoulder. He took him back to his bedroom. Before Kody would protest, Mr. Spike already had his tongue in the boy’s hole. this was the first time the teen had ever even thought of let alone experienced a rim job. In no time at all, the teen’s hole was a wet slobbery mess. The coach picked him up and pushed him up further on the bed so he could get behind the poor unsuspecting twink. He never even saw it coming. During the rimming, the coach reached underneath his bed for some Vaseline. He lathered up his throbbing dick and placed his thick head at the teen’s hole. By the time Kody felt the slicked up dickhead against his hole, it was too late. The coach pushed forward with a quick jab and the head pushed it’s way into the teen. The teen screamed out loud and had his head pushed down into the bed. He screamed for the coach to stop and pull out. The coach was unrelenting. He kept pushing forward until he bottomed out. Kody was crying out in pain. He begged and begged for this man to stop ripping him in two. Mr Spike just laughed and continued to thrust into the once virgin hole he was now splitting open. At one point, it seemed like Mr. Spike was slowing down. He slowed his rhythm down and held his hips for a moment. This gave the teen a moment to catch his breath and start thanking the coach for stopping. But this moment was short-lived. Mr. Spike just repositioned the twink from his stomach to his back. Never once did he pull out. he left the entire length inside the teen. He pulled the teen’s legs and ankles up on his shoulders and then returned to smashing the poor teen into the bed. K: Please stop. it hurts. Go slower. I’m a virgin. MS: Were a virgin. Nice and tight. You knew you wanted this. You were a virgin but you wanted to come submit to me and take your first load. You wanted this since before you even came over to my house. I’m just giving you what you need. You know you want this big dick. That’s why you smoked up my shit and why you are still a little hard. Kody looked between his body and the coach’s. He was in fact still half hard and leaking precum. K: Oh Gawd. I do like it. Fill me up with your babies. I need every drop deep inside of me. Mr Spike finally collapsed on the twink and filled him to the brim full of his cum. He let the teen clean up and then they chilled for a while before starting over again. They did have a long time before Kody needed to be home afterall. Two weeks was going to go by so fast.

With everyone on PreP these days (or good HIV drugs), being a bug chaser is pretty much a thing of the past anymore. It might be a hot idea, but getting knocked up is nigh on impossible. Or so I thought. So, I basically came of age well after the AIDS crisis (I was born in 1985), but slightly before PreP was available. So I still had all the AIDS fear and proper condom use education and rapid HIV testing and monogamy and such built into my sexual existence. I also was a late bloomer and was denying my sexuality for quite some time, so I didn’t start gay stuff until I was in my 20’s. My doc gave me a prescription for PreP when I turned 30, and I admit I took it for a few years. You know, to be a ‘good boy’. But in the semi-rural midwestern town where I live and the lack of sex I was getting, well… it just didn’t seem worth it. So I stopped taking it. And when my doc would ask, I’d lie and say I’d been basically celibate. Which I sorta had. I had a couple of semi-regulars, and they were all Prepped and Doxy’d to the hilt. So according to all the labwork, I was behaving myself and not being needlessly risky. Even though I fantasized about being risky. Like all the time. It made me slightly sick to my stomach to admit, but the bug chasing stuff really turned me on. It started small, as it always does. I accidently stumbled across some bareback porn online that featured a poz top and a neg bottom. I watched it- simultaneously horrified and aroused. And horrified AT my arousal. But then, as with all kinks, I kept searching out more pozzing porn, especially stealthing. And then the conversion stories. And the more I saw and read, the more I was turned on. So much so that it became all I would jack off to. I was borderline obsessed. I even thought about going to a big city like Chicago or New York and deliberately searching for a poz guy to fuck me raw. But I invariably always chickened out. Instead I stuck with my regulars and my rich, albeit perverted, fantasy life. Well, all that changed on my cruise. So, this is going to feel like it was all fated to happen, but I won a cruise. Yup, it was one of those fund-raising raffles that I got hit up to participate in at work. Yet another churchy raffle with mostly janky prizes. When Karen came around the office hawking the tickets, I dutifully chucked in my five bucks for one to get her off my back and promptly forgot all about it. Until I was contacted a couple months later and told I’d actually won the 5-day Caribbean cruise. Well I’ll be fucked—quite literally, as it turns out. Now, I rarely take vacations, it’s usually to go camping and explore a national park or something. Never once have I ever said “I’d like to go on a cruise” except maybe to Alaska. But I really don’t like the idea of being trapped on a floating casino-buffet with old people. Or children. Or both. But heck, this was free and I figured why the hell not? So I put in for the time off, and planned for my first cruise ship experience to sort of celebrate my 40thbirthday. The free cruise was pretty much as I expected. Small room. Not the fanciest boat in the fleet. Not super exciting ports of call. Families and older people abounded. About what you would expect from a donated church raffle prize. The only bonus was a cute Steward in my cabin area. Built. Cuban. Probably somewhere in his mid 20’s. Swarthy with a bit of an edge. Like a naughty, sexy edge that he exuded—I believe the younger folk call it ‘big dick energy’. And definitely gay. My eye contact with him as I boarded tipped him off as to which way I swung, I think. Or maybe it was the way my eyes lingered over the crotch of his very snug, very revealing trousers. But then again, these cruise workers are always hustling and working angles. And they seem to be very adept at spotting ‘fellow travelers’. Anyway, when I was getting situated the first day he introduced himself as Diego and offered to be of assistance for anything I needed. “Anything?” I asked, with a smirk. “Oh yes. I am here to help make this a good experience for you.” He replied, measuredly without breaking eye contact. “Well, I’ve never been on a cruise before so I’m a bit lost on what to do. Perhaps you could swing by my cabin and fill me in when you get off?” I say with every bit of ham-fisted double-entendre I can muster. He smiled. “I’ll come by at 8.” And then he was off. I wandered the ship and generally busied myself for several hours, before heading back to my cabin to get ready. And precisely at 8 pm, there was a light knock on my door. I answered, and he looked around furtively before ducking inside and closing the door quickly. “It is frowned upon to fraternize with the passengers,” he tells me. “I have to be careful.” “It’ll be our secret,” I assure him as I got on my knees. I unzipped his pants, which were even more snug with his erection, and pulled out a gorgeous, thick piece of uncut meat. It was hefty and girthy, with loose skin mostly covering the head. I immediately got to work tonguing and working his foreskin- much to his delight. In between me sucking him, we each got naked, until he was standing in front of me in all his glory. Which is when I saw the tattoo on his ass cheek. A small biohazard symbol. My dick jumped. This was my chance! I’d never been with a poz guy before and my stomach instantly churned with butterflies. “I see your poz,” I say looking up at him hopefully. He nodded. “I am, but I am healthy and undetectable.” I frowned, which he must have seen. His dick started to soften. “If it’s a problem, I can leave,” he said matter of factly. “Oh, no. It’s definitely not a problem. In fact… it’s kind of a… a turn on?” I whispered. “I just sorta wish you were POZ poz, you know?” “Oh really?” he asked, and there was that naughy sexy glint in his eyes. And his dick instantly got to fully mast in front of me, while a string of precum oozed from the tip. I lapped up the glistening drop and looked up at him again, smacking my lips. “Yeah, I’m turning 40 in a few days and was really hoping I’d be pregnant by now.” I was finally doing it. Living my fantasy and dirty talking like in the videos I’d seen. My dick was so rock hard. “Hmmm. Well, how about I work to knock you up then?” And then we got to fucking. Let me just say, Diego was a great fuck. I’d been taking the same three or so dicks for the past several years, so getting some strange was just what the doctor ordered- so to speak. He was much bigger than my midwestern fuck buds, as he was at least 7.5 inches. And thick! His cock was a solid tube of flesh from tip to root, probably about like that of a can of Red Bull. And he fucked like a bull. More than once, he clamped a hand over my mouth and told me to be quiet because the cabins had very thin walls. He fucked me on my back on the bed, my legs tucked around his muscular arms. He leaned forward and made out with me while his hips snapped in a steady latin beat. He fucked me for a solid half hour before suddenly increasing his tempo. “I’m getting close,” he ground out. “Fuck yeah, don’t pull out,” I growled. “You want it? You want a little poz Niño in you?” “Fuck yes! Charge me!” And the next thing I knew, I was feeling his cock throbbing inside me. And just the knowledge that he was HIV positive and cumming inside me pushed me over the edge. I started cumming no-handed, ropes of my jizz landing all over my chest and belly. “Yeah, milk my cock,” he admonished me. “Get every drop of that poz load, you fucking cumslut.” I did as I was commanded and used my ass to massage out every bit of his load. Eventually he softened and his cock slithered out of my well-spunked ass with a wet plop. He flopped down on the bed next to me. “Holy shit,” I managed to say eventually when my head stopped spinning. “That was two firsts for me.” “Really?” he asked. “What?” “Well, I’ve never cum without touching myself before, for one,” I tell him. “And two- I’ve never let an HIV positive man cum inside me before.” “Never?” he asked again. “Nope. You’re the first.” “Well, I’m honored,” he said patting my belly. “But really, you don’t have anything to worry about. I know this was a nice fantasy for you, but I am truly undetectable. The risk to you is basically non-existent. Especially if you are on PreP.” “I’m not on PreP,” I confide. “Well, you should still be fine,” he smiled. I turned and looked at him. “But… but what if I was serious about getting pregnant?” “You really want to catch HIV?” he asked incredulously. “It’s something I can’t stop fantasizing about. And honestly? I don’t know if I really want it, but the idea of it turns me on so damn much. It’s like I’m being drawn to it- like a moth to a flame. I know it’s going to happen, it’s just a matter of when.” “But it really changes your life,” he explains. “The meds. The doctor visits. The health concerns. The possible side effects. Dating. It’s much better to be safe and healthy. And there are so many options to help you do that now- all while allowing you to still have fun, incredible, bareback sex.” “I know,” I say dejectedly. “And I don’t know why I’m this way. But I’m single and 40 and I’m tired of being a good boy. I want to be reckless for once! You saw the way just the idea of your poz seed made me shoot my load. I can’t imagine how mind blowing it would be to have a real poz guy breed me. Like a truly toxic poz guy. I bet I’d lose my fucking mind.” He nodded thoughtfully and got quiet as we lay there. Eventually he spoke. “Is this really something you want?” “Oh yeah,” I replied without hesitation. “Well, let me think about it. I might have a way—no promises though. Okay?” “Deal. If you can make it happen… wow. That would be awesome!” He got dressed and had me check if the coast was clear before he snuck back out of my room. “I’ll be in touch,” he said, as he strolled quickly down the corridor. Although I didn’t know what Diego was thinking, I was already anxious with anticipation. So much so that I could hardly keep a different thought in my head. I woke up excited (and still full of Diego’s seed) as my mind ran down different avenues of what it might be like to actually take a poz cock. I had to keep doing laps of the ship and reading by the pool and exercising in the gym, just to try to keep myself distracted the whole day. Later that evening, I was startled by a soft knock at my cabin door. I answered and it was Diego. He breezed inside and closed the door. “Okay, so are you really serious about what we talked about last night?” he asked. “You haven’t changed your mind?” “No, I’m still very serious. I want it.” Diego nodded. “Ok, so do you have $300 in cash on you?” “Yeah, I brought cash and have that much. Why?” “So… I put out some feelers and there are a couple of guys who are down to give you what you want. Haitian brothers. Both poz- not on meds. They can’t afford them.” My stomach instantly knotted up with desire and nervousness. “Really?” I asked quietly. “Yeah. They’re both basically straight, but really need the money.” “Oh my god, so this could really happen huh?” “If you want it to—yes.” “I do! So, how do we do this? How does this work?” I ask feverishly. “Okay. So tomorrow we port at Puerto Plata in the Dominican Republic. The brothers are working there and have a place on the outskirts of town. Now, I’m warning you—it’s pretty rough. This is not ‘tourist Dominican Republic’. This is the real shit.” “Oh… ok,” I say. “Um, I want to get pozzed, not murdered.” My nerves were kicking into high gear. “Now, I have a guy that I work with for various things in Puerto Plata. He’s going to drive you there and hang out and wait to make sure you’re ok. But still, I just wanted to be up front with you about the scene and what to expect. Still interested?” “Okay. I mean, yeah. I want to do this. I’m nervous and stuff, but also excited? Do you know anything about the brothers? Any details?” “All I know is that they work various jobs in the port, mostly the docks. One is like 21 and the other is later 20’s. That’s basically all I know. Other than they’re definitely HIV positive.” “And the chaperone/driver guy… does he know, um, what’s going to be going down?” “Probably. And he’s an older gay guy. Name’s Emilio. I kinda think of him as my gay grandfather. He’s cool, and I trust him like family. He’ll take care of you and make sure you come back in one piece. Just don’t bring any jewelry or your wallet. Just the 300.” “Okay then. Last question- so how do I meet up with Emilio?” “Meet me when we dock tomorrow, and I’ll hook you up with him.” And then Diego was off again. And I plopped down on the bed to think. My head was literally buzzing. Was this really going to happen? And the scene already had me rock hard. I often fantasized about getting pozzed up in a dirty bath house or a back alley. Or a seedy sex party. Or even raped. This was going to be something along those lines, I could tell. I mean, at the very least it was going to provide me with a good story. I mean, straight brothers going gay for pay and knocking me up on a Caribbean island? I mean, fictional porn writers couldn’t come up with a story this good! Needless to say, I barely slept. My mind was racing and I was so excited. And very nervous. And truth be told, more than a little scared. I mean, this was definitely out of the comfort zone for this middle age midwestern white man let me tell you. I didn’t eat any breakfast and I made sure I cleaned out VERY well in preparation. By the time the ship was docking, my skin was basically vibrating off by body and I had to keep pacing just to give myself something to do. When it was time to disembark, I packed up a cheap, gift shop fanny pack with the $300 in cash, a small bottle of swiss navy lube, and a bottle of poppers. That’s it. And I dressed in ratty shorts and a t shirt and sneakers—typical tourist attire. I met Diego at the gangway and he said, “You sure about this?” I nodded. “I just wanted to check one last time. Make sure you find me and check in when you are back. I’m going to want details. Nasty, nasty details.” He grinned devilishly. Then he walked me to where Emilio was waiting. Diego introduced us and I liked Emilio immediately. He was a handsome, dark Dominican older man with a kindly smile, silvery hair, and a strong handshake. He promised Diego he’d take good care of me. I hopped in the back seat of Emilo’s Honda and then we were off. I was chatty on the drive, mostly to keep my nerves in check. I peppered him with generic island questions and then asked how he knew Diego. He told me that Diego had approached him several years ago to take a couple on a driving tour, and ever since then they’d worked together for their mutually benefit. Without getting into too much detail, I gathered that Emilio was a man who had connections and could get things that Diego might need. And Diego could throw work Emilio’s way. Win win. I also asked if he knew where we were going. “Oh, I know where the place is that we are going, but I’ve never specifically been there. This is definitely a different sort of… tour… than I normally do. But I don’t mind.” He looked in the rearview mirror and winked. Before I knew it, we were outside the port and on a dirt road in the surrounding hillside. And then suddenly we were parking in front of a… well, for lack of a better term it was basically a shack. It was corrugated metal and some two by fours along with various bits of junk. Rusted. Dilapidated. And my stomach butterflies jumped into high gear again. Emilio turned to me and said, “Let me go first. I will make sure they are there and then I will come to get you, ok? Now, give me the money for safe keeping.” I nodded and handed over the $300 to Emilio, which he tucked quickly away. He got out of the car and sauntered up to the house/shack. He knocked on the door, and what appeared to be the younger Haitian man opened it. They spoke for about a minute, their Haitian Creole French lilting through the air. I saw them look over at me. The boy nodded and Emilio walked back to the car. “Ok. You can come now. I will wait by the car until you are… finished. Then I will get you back to the ship.” I gulped and got out of the car and followed Emilio back to the front door. He opened it and said, “Have fun!” And winked at me again. Oh yeah- Emilio knew what was going down. I hesitantly walked inside the brother’s home. It was definitely just as run down on the inside, but not cluttered or messy. Both men were standing in the open kitchen/living area space. I stopped midway into the room and we eyed each other up and down. They definitely looked like brothers. Handsome. Both the same build and size. Same skin tone and bone structure. Thin. Wiry. Strong. Decently muscled. Both were shirtless and wearing just shorts. Both were dark… very dark. Obviously they worked in the sun, but their black skin was like ebony. Being from farm country Nebraska, I’d never really had a good opportunity to be with a black man before… let alone two of them. The younger one thrust his chin at me and pointed to a back room. He walked in and I followed. The older brother lit a cigarette and sat down at a chair in the kitchen area. Evidently they were going to take turns, which was probably a good thing. The bedroom was spare to say the least. There was a bare mattress up on some crates, with some crates containing clothes, and not much else. The younger brother walked over and stood next to the bed, waiting motionless. I took that as meaning that I was going to have to initiate things. Which made sense if he was straight and just doing this for a payday. I nervously walked over to him and got on my knees. He looked down at me, expectantly. This is where my nerves went into overdrive and my stomach churned. This was it. The moment of truth, so to speak. Once I started this, there would be no turning back. I took a deep breath to try to steady myself as I made up my mind. My hand shook a bit with adrenaline and anxiety as I reached for the waistband of his shorts. I eased his shorts down over his slim hips. They dropped to the floor, and I was confronted by his flaccid, uncut penis. It was just as dark as the rest of him, with a good amount of foreskin hanging off the end. It was a nice-looking penis, but truth be told, I was kind of hoping for… bigger? I mean, I’d heard the stereotypes about black men and seen the porn videos, so I was ready to be confronted by an anaconda. Still, the dick looked pretty decent in it’s current state. I mean, it was thinner than I expected but hung down a decent amount and pointed to the ground. And the kid had a nice set of low hangers on him. Then I reminded myself that this dick would be the injector of a toxic load, and my own dick started to get hard- which kick started my desires. I leaned forward and took the younger Haitian’s dick into my mouth. He sucked in a sharp breath as my mouth enveloped him. The salty tang of his penis hit instantly as I started to suck and work my tongue around and in the foreskin. At first I was worried that the kid wouldn’t be able to perform. He kind of stayed soft for about a minute. But then, through my oral ministrations, his cock slowly but surely started to swell. And grow. And grow. And fucking GROW. It had been awhile since I’d sucked a dick hard from scratch so I kind of forgot about the concept of show-ers and grow-ers. Most guys I’d been having sex with were already fully boned when we got to the sucking and fucking part. But this one? I had the pleasure of feeling it grow to full size in my mouth, going from suckable to gag inducing by the time he was fully erect. And as for the stereotypes about the island BBC? I’m happy to say it was 100% true. When the kid was at full mast, it had to be over 8 inches. It was two handsworth of dick, plus the head. While maybe not as thick as Diego’s, it was close. I got my poppers out of my fanny pack and hit them in order to deepthroat him. I still gagged profusely as he was just too big for me to effectively manage. My hole was already twitching at the thought of taking this stud cock, and I may have said a silent prayer that my ass could handle it. I sucked the kid a few more minutes to be sure he was good and ready for the main event. Judging by the tangy precum he was leaking, he was pretty ready. He eventually tapped me twice on the back of my head, which I took as the sign he wanted to get in my ass. I stood up and shucked off my shorts and unclipped the fanny pack. I grabbed the lube and started fingering my hole to lube myself up for what was coming. Then I reached over and lubed up the younger Haitian’s cock liberally. He then nudged me toward the mattress, where I got on all fours for him. I hit the poppers again, and tried to relax. Thankfully the kid seemed to know he was bigger than average so he just worked my hole with the head of his dick for a bit. Feeling his raw, poz, black cock nudging into my pucker was making my body tremble with desire. I started to push my hips back to meet his shallow thrusts, and after a few more tries his head popped in me. “Oh!” I exclaimed as I felt his big ol dick start to slowly slide into me. I used my asshole to grip and grab in pulses around his shaft as he slid in. He let out a small moan as I did this. Pretty soon he was inside me most of the way, and I was feeling his head hit deep inside me. Deeper than any cock previously had gone, and it was bumping up against some barrier. There was discomfort as the head of his cock pushed to this point and didn’t seem like it would go further. The kid took this as his cue that he was all the way in, so he started backing out slowly before doing another slow thrust inside. The poppers were now working and my hole was starting to relax. And the warm rush was making me really get into the idea of what was happening. I kept thinking “Ohmigod ohmigod ohmigod! This guy is POZ poz. And inside me raw. And his precum is already coating my guts! This is really HAPPENING!” My dick was rock hard while getting fucked- even with the poppers. Normally I go fairly soft with a cock inside me, as I’m all about my ass when I’m getting railed. But everything about this scene had me cranked to eleven! To his credit, the first Haitian fucked me slow and steady. His tempo didn’t really waiver and I got into the rhythm with my asshole. Using my hole to tighten up occasionally, or relax to see which he liked better. He seemed to like the open hole (probably more like a pussy), so I gave in and let him fuck me loose. I kept hitting poppers and let my mind focus on the fact that I was taking some toxic BBC. It almost didn’t seem real- like I was in some kind of dream instead. Well, after another 10 or 15 minutes of pumping, the kid slowly started to increase the tempo of his thrusts. I was fully into the fuck at this point- my nerves a thing of the past. He also finally grabbed my hips and started pulling my ass back into him to meet his thrusts. His dick was hitting deep at his point, and it was kind of starting to hurt inside me where his head was hitting repeatedly. I just kept hitting poppers knowing what was coming. Literally. I started saying ‘Oh God! Oh God! Oh God!’ each time his cock rammed in. Then for the finale he did a rapid fire short stroking mostly at my hole. I gripped my hole around him to add a bit of friction, and that seemed to do the trick. With a loud moan, he shoved inside me, and it happened. I could feel his cock pulsing and twitching inside my ass as spurt after spurt of his toxic juice started shooting inside me. My brain basically short circuited at that point. “Oh… Oh my… Oh my god… oh fuck,” was about all I could muster as I felt him cumming in me. It’s like I couldn’t quite process it all. I mean, what the fuck had I just done? I willingly let some random, toxic, AIDS cock shoot cum up my ass. And like—it’s IN there now. There’s no going back. The AIDS virus is now definitely inside my guts. And I PAID for it! Holy FUCK I’m a sicko! When the kid stopped cumming, he slowly pulled out of my ass. I reached a finger back to my hole and felt around. Yup, I was wet. I brought the finger to my nose and sniffed. Oh Yeah. It was that unmistakable cum smell. I definitely had his load. My dick jumped and drooled precum onto the bare mattress. The younger brother grabbed his shorts and pulled them up quickly. And without another look at me, he walked out of the room. I stayed on all fours and waited for the next brother, my mind all ajumble. A few minutes later, I heard the older Haitian shuffle into the room. I heard his shorts hit the floor and then felt him grab me semi roughly to haul my head around to face his dick. He was standing next to the bed, hands on his hips, cigarette dangling from his lips, his uncut cock already semi-erect for me. Just from his initial demeanor, I could tell this was going to be a different fuck than the first brother. This Haitian I could tell had seen some shit. There were city miles on him, and up close he looked rougher. More worn out. More pissed off at the world. And the fact that he was already sort of hard let me know that this wasn’t his first gay fuck. I shifted around until I was seated on the edge of the bed. I glanced up at him and he looked down on me with… what was it? Disdain? Hatred? Both? I leaned forward and took him into my mouth. Almost instantly his hand went to the back of my head and he started fucking my mouth- his cock rapidly expanding. And just like his brother, he was hung too. Perhaps even a touch longer. Where the first brother had just a beautiful, straight, decently thick 8, this brother was longer. More than the two hands by a good inch. Slight curve to the right. A thinner cock overall, less foreskin, but a huge, purplish mushroom head with a big fucking piss slit (which I tongued the hell out of). The head of his dick was taut and shiny, the flare of the head incredibly rigid. I reached back and found my poppers and tried to inhale some while he used my mouth- it wasn’t easy but he paused just long enough that I got some inhaled. Thank god, because he was really going to town on my mouth now. His cock jamming into my throat and that fat fucking head was making me gag with every thrust. I never claimed to be a great cocksucker—way too much of a gag reflex. Even with poppers, unless the dick is curved appropriately and not too girthy, I can’t take it. So this Haitian’s massive prong was making me drool and gag and cough up a storm. I nearly vomited. I did my best to put my hands around his dick to mitigate the depth, but he was really having none of it. And by how hard he was, he was definitely enjoying playing ‘gag the fag’. I just held on as best I could and counted the seconds until I was on all fours again. Eventually he released his hold on my head and pushed my shoulder roughly to indicate that it was time. He spit on his fingers and crushed out his cigarette and dropped the butt on the floor. I didn’t think my ass needed any more lube, but I knew his dick did. I managed to find the lube bottle and get the entire length of his cock slicked up, adding more to the head. In the back of my mind I knew this was going to be a rougher fuck, and I hoped my ass could take it. I wasn’t quite ready for how rough. After lubing him up, I wiped my hand on the mattress and grabbed my poppers again. I didn’t even have time to hit them before his fat head was positioned at my hole. Unlike his brother, this one didn’t try to open me up slowly. He just used one hand to aim it, and the other to pull my hips back. Hard. I cried out as he shoved in roughly. Even with the lube and just having been fucked and loaded by his brother, it hurt like a motherfucker! My hole was NOT ready for the onslaught. I quickly huffed poppers as he buried himself in me. Thankfully they worked their magic, allowing me to relax a little for his dick. Just like his brother, he found the deep spot inside me where his head hit a barrier. But unlike his brother, he was undeterred by this. Using slow, short thrusts, he worked his massive head up against that spot again and again and again, and each impact created a dull ache inside me. Deep inside. But then he grabbed my hips firmly and started to push hard against that spot. “Push out,” he grunted in heavily accented English. I did as I was told, and suddenly his cock broke through the barrier with a pop. “Fuuuuuuuuuuuuuck,” I groaned. I’d never felt this before and it was like I ascended to a new level of bottoming. It hurt, but it was also really fucking amazing. I hit the poppers and let him work his dick at that spot for a minute, getting me nice and open. Then he pulled back out, and rammed in hard. This time, his cock went through that barrier, but oof. It hurt. Like being punched hard in the gut. He did this several more times. Each time it hurt and I would cry out with a small “Ahhhhgh!” as he popped in. Then the fucking began in earnest. This Haitian used my guts like his personal punching bag. He pulled mostly out and short stroked me and then would slam home again. And again. And again. Sometimes his dick would pop up inside me deep illiciting a deep moan from me, and sometimes it just punched that area cruelly, causing me to yelp with pain as I tried to scramble away. He kept his hands digging into my hips as he fucked. Eventually he started using all of my cunt—pulling his dick all the way out before punching it past my ring and deep into me. Each thrust inside me was making wet, schlorping noises in my guts, and I knew that it was from his brother’s load pushing around inside me. This made me rock hard to think about, as did the feeling of cum trickling down my balls as I was being ruined. This fuck violently swung from pleasure to pain and back again. Just when I was starting to relax and enjoy it, he’d stab into my guts and cause me to wince. I just kept telling myself ‘You wanted this. You fantasized about being raped and pozzed, and this is probably what it’s like. And every thrust massages that first toxic load into your ass walls, so just enjoy it.’ I gritted my teeth and held on- my dick amazingly still hard through it all. Just when I was about at my limit, this brother thankfully decided it was time for him to cum. He grabbed me roughly and ferociously thrust into me rapid fire and deep. His groin was slapping my ass and I was howling in pain every time his dick hit deep in me. A deep, guttural growl started emanating from the brother as his orgasm built, and then with one more savage thrust he cried out and started unloading. “OH FUCK OH FUCK OH FUCK!” I kept chanting over an over as his big knob pulsed out his charged DNA deep inside me. Deeper than any cum had ever been shot before. I hit more poppers to ride the wave of ecstasy as I was collecting my second, toxic BBC load. A few more rough thrusts as his orgasm subsided, and he yanked his still hard cock roughly from my ass. Cum spattered everywhere as that head pulled the cum out. He then spun me around again and had me clean him off with my mouth. Which I did, but not before looking back toward the door and seeing Emilio standing there, watching. Oh shit! Well, I guess the old gay man knew everything now. Once I’d cleaned the older brother effectively, he too pulled on his shorts, lit up another cigarette and walked out of the room, brushing past Emilio as he left. “Um… you saw that, huh?” I managed to say. “I heard your cries, and I thought I better come investigate to make sure you were ok. You really took his dick well, all things considered.” “I guess so. Hurt like a motherfucker- but I got what I wanted, I guess.” “You think you might be up for another dick?” he asked, rubbing his crotch salaciously. “Watching you boys sort of put me in the mood.” “What? I mean, you sure? I mean… you sure you want to go in me after them?” I ask him, trying to say it without saying ‘it’. “Oh, I don’t mind. Plus, I figure you’re nice and lubed and open now. Which you’re gonna need.” My guts hurt like the devil and my asshole was kind of on fire, but my dick was still hard and having two charged loads in me had my sex drive ratcheted up to maximum cum whore. So why not make this a trifecta. “You sure the brothers won’t mind?” I ask him. “Naw. I checked with the younger one first. And I already gave them their money, so they’re cool with it.” “Alrighty then. But you may have to go a bit easy on me- I’m a bit tender after that last one.” Emilio sauntered over while unfastening his shorts. I could already see the prodigious bulge in the front, going down one leg. As he stood in front of me, I tugged off his shorts and… Holy. Fuck. Biggest fuckin dick I’d ever seen in my life. Ok, maaaaybe some porn dick has been bigger, but I’m honestly not sure. He was mostly hard when I freed him from his shorts, and it sprang up and hit me in the chin. “Damn, Emilio- you are fucking BLESSED!” I said in awe. “Blessed… and cursed. This dick has gotten me into a lot of trouble over the years,” he confided. “I’d welcome that kind of trouble!” I said jealously. “Well- you’re going to be on the receiving end of some of it,” he chuckled. Unlike the Haitians, Emilio was circumsized. And also unlike the Haitians, he was packing about 10 inches. Definitely over 9. In stories later I’ll probably say it was a foot of black dick (which it wasn’t) but damn it was close. And once it got inside me it damn sure felt like a foot of dick. He also had a set of old man balls on him that years of gravity had tugged down to about mid-thigh. I started by sucking him, and he moaned appreciatively as I worked him. He just let me work him at my own pace, not trying to gag me or anything. He knew what a weapon he possessed and he was benevolent with it. Now, the sort of nice thing about Emilio was his dick had a slight downcurve to it. And while it was ridiculously long, it was just pretty much a normal thickness of dick, with a normal sized cock head on it. I remember thinking the head was pinker than I thought it would be. I decided I needed to try deepthroating him, so I got on my knees to get a better angle at it. I hit the poppers, and as the rush started, I aimed him down my throat. To my amazement (and his) I hilted him in my gullet- nose to wiry pubes. I worked my throat a little bit before gagging and disgorging him. He gave out a low whistle. “Damn! It’s been awhile since anyone’s done that to me,” he said. “I think I need this in my ass. Now,” I told him. He got on the bed and lay on his back. “My knees and back ain’t what they used to be. You’re gonna have to ride me,” he told me. And actually I was glad of this. Normally I love taking dick like a bitch in heat. Being on all fours makes it feel less like sex and more like fucking to me. Plus I can arch my back and hit poppers and sort of control things. But a close second is riding a dick. I can control the depth and angle, and the way the dick hits usually makes me super hard. So I was more than happy to squat on Emilio’s massive schlong. I lubed him up prodigiously, and straddled his groin. “Just you you know,” I told him as I positioned his head at my fuckpucker, “Once this goes in, you will own the title as ‘biggest cock I’ve ever taken’.” He laughed. “Kid, I’ve claimed that title so many times from so many others they’re gonna put it on my tombstone.” I hit the poppers once again, and slid him all the way inside in one motion. His dick got to that deep place inside me, and just blew right past it, lodging his head well up inside me. I exhaled and my ass was firmly all the way on his groin. “Record, achieved,” I smiled. And then I got to work. Now, the one thing about riding a dick is that you, as the bottom, are responsible for all the work. I mean, I was having to lift myself up and lower myself back down to work his massive meat. And that’s a lot of lifting and lowering because of his length. But the side benefit of him being so huge is that I was getting a massive long stroke and deep dicking. And unlike the last fuck, Emilio’s cock was just gliding past the tough spot inside me- by a couple inches. Which caused wave after wave of pleasure. Even though my legs and thighs were kind of burning, I was getting stroked on the inside like never before. “Mmmm, I can feel their loads inside you,” Emilio said, his eyes rolling back. “Feels so wet on my dick!” “You sure you don’t mind?” I asked again as I rode him, cum leaking out of my ass. “Because…” “Because they’re HIV positive?” he said. “You know?” I asked, pausing with his cock buried inside me. “Oh yeah. I’m the one that found them for you,” he said matter of factly. “What?” “Diego told me you wanted to get knocked up, so I asked around a bit and found the brothers for you. I hope one of their loads takes and you go home with a nice, dirty Haitian baby.” “Fuuuuuuuuuuck,” I moaned. He knew just what to say. “And you’re not worried about going after them?” “Naw, I’m poz too. It’s all good.” “You are??” I asked, my pulse racing. “Like I said, my dick got me into a lot of trouble in my younger days. I was hooking and fucked LOTS of people. Guys and girls. And I never liked condoms cuz they make me go limp. You can only play with fire for so long before something happens.” “FUCK that’s hot!” I exclaim. “Does Diego know?” “Who the hell do you think pozzed him?” This made my dick so hard and I started bouncing up and down on Emilio again like the fucking Pixar lamp. His cum slick dick was gliding in and out so well and the curve was hitting so good inside that it was starting to build me to another hand’s free orgasm. “Do you still escort?” I asked him as I rode him. “Not as much as I did, but yeah. Sometimes swingers show up on the cruises and do the whole ‘upside down pineapple’ thing. And then Diego will float the idea that he knows a well-endowed guy. You would not believe the number of husbands that think they want to watch their wives get fucked by some Big Black Island Cock.” “Oh my god!” I groan. “That is so goddamn HOT! They let you cum in their wives??” “Like the cucks have a choice. Most of the time they go in with the idea it will be hot watching. But then the men see how big I am and how much their wives are getting off on it, and they realize they’ll never be enough again. And they’ll get mad when their bitches are begging for my load. I’ve had a couple guys cry after I flooded their wife’s cunts. One guy punched me after- but then ate my load out of her.” “Do you tell them you’re poz?” “Nope,” he says with an evil grin. “Oh fuuuuuck,” I manage as I start riding him with gusto. I can feel Emilio inside me and he’s rock hard. I am working him with every inch of my ass and I’m trying to squeeze and work my hole on this prong. “I’m getting close to nutting,” I gasp. “I need you to charge me up. Please.” “Keep going, kid. I’m so close,” he moans. I redouble my efforts and I feel my own orgasm starting to boil. My nuts are tightening up and I have that familiar tension peaking in my abdomen. “Oh God, I’m gonna bust!” I cry, just as my load starts rocketing from me. The first volley hits Emilio right in the face. This, along with my anal spasms pushes him right over the edge. He grabs my hips and buries his bone as deep as he can inside me as I continue to empty my balls. As he starts to cum, I think I can see god. The feeling of that much dick launching yet another poz load in me has me out of my mind with pleasure. I’m speaking in tongues. My vision actually fuzzes out a bit- probably from the vigorous leg work to get him off and also from the heavy hits of poppers. Eventually I sort of come back to myself and I’m leaning over him, smiling. “Jesus Christ that was incredible!” I tell Emilio. “That’s what they all say, kiddo,” he smirks. “Well, if that doesn’t get me pregnant, I don’t know what will.” “It might. I’m not exactly undetectable. Just ask Diego. And you got a week’s worth somewhere just south of your spleen.” I laughed. “He wants me to give him details when I get back to the ship. You ok with me sharing everything?” “Oh sure. He contacted me because he thought I might be up for pozzing you up. But I wasn’t really feeling up for the challenge, until I saw Eduardo beating up your guts. That turned me on something fierce.” I lifted myself off Emilio. The long pullout of his massive rod was delicious. I made sure to tighten up my hole as best I could in order to keep all that cum inside me. We each got dressed and made our exit from the brother’s place. The older brother was nowhere to be seen, but the younger one smiled shyly and nodded in thanks as we left. We hopped back in Emilio’s car and headed back to port. Once onboard the ship, I found Diego and told him that I had ‘loads’ to tell him about. He smirked and said he was happy everything worked out and that he’s stop by later. I was still full of all that charged semen when Diego put his load into me after hearing all of the sordid details of my Island adventure. The remaining couple days on the cruise passed uneventfully, with one parting fuck from Diego. And then I was off and winging my way back to the middle of nowhere, USA. Diego gave me his cell number and asked for me to keep him posted if I got pregnant. Well, about a week or so after I got back, I came down with a nasty case of ‘the flu’. When I finally returned to the office, Karen swung by my cube and doted on me a little. “I’m so sorry you got sick. You must have picked up a bug on that cruise,” she said all concerned. “Yeah, I hear those ships can be floating petri dishes. But I still had loads of fun, especially in the Dominican Republic,” I assured her.

Always wanted to be at a red light and a business man pulls up beside me and we make eye contact and he grabs his big dick and motions for me to follow him to his office or home just down the road, and makes me his bitch. And no questions about whether he's poz or not, well find out later, just fill up my holes with stranger cum 😵

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Chapter 12 - At Clyde's Place Jerome had picked him up outside the porn store. Jordyn had followed instructions and was wearing his best 'discreet femboy' look. All hidden by his hoodie and his jeans. They were girl's jeans but no-one ever seemed to notice. Not that people got much of a chance. He hadn't been to college in almost three weeks. He had told his parents that he was on a dissertation study break and they had believed him. It had given him the time and space to fulfil his training, his exercises and his real study plan. The twenty rules of being Master Jerome's property, becoming the perfect fuck-toy. His only studies that really mattered. He knew the rules by heart now, could recite them from memory at will. His college had a huge wall-painting of the Ten Commandments. Well, now Jordyn had the Twenty Commandments. At the end of the day he knew which took priority for him. Honoring his Father and Mother just wasn't in the same league as his need to serve his Owner. Which was why he was here. Jerome had called him in and Jordyn knew better than to have a problem with that. Serving Jerome had to take priority over everything. Besides, he never knew whether this time would be THE time. They arrived in a run-down part of the city. He had seen worse when they went to see Wolf but it was still something of a culture shock for him. He saw a little row of store-fronts. Most appeared either derelict or seriously neglected. Jordyn followed Jerome to the one on the left. It looked like the windows hadn't been cleaned for a long time and the photographs displayed there were old and faded. Hardly visible through the grime. Jerome gave two sharp raps on the door and they heard a bolt being slid. They had clearly been expected. Jordyn felt a guiding hand on the small of his back as his Owner ushered him inside. "Damn - You brought me this one! I been following his progress." The man paused only to reapply the bolt on his door. He looked about as grubby and rundown as his store. Long lank grey hair almost merged with his short straggling beard, its only colour a nicotine stain. He was tall but very thin and his pale face had an unhealthy sheen to it. His T-shirt and jeans looked just as old and faded as the man himself. All except his brown eyes. There was life and desire in those eyes as they inspected Jordyn. These men liked to inspect him closely and he knew why. They weren't interested in who he was or why he was here. They were only interested in him for one thing - something he found frightening but also very exciting. It also made Jordyn feel hot to know the man found him attractive. "Yeah," said Jerome, "this little boifag is Jordyn. You know what we got planned for him." The store-owner smiled, revealing uneven stained teeth punctuated by a couple of gold caps. "Hi Jordyn. I'm Clyde and I'm looking forward to knowing you a lot better." The pink tip of his tongue ran over his lips as if he was a snake savouring the smell of his next meal. "The back room is OK for us to use?" Jerome's questions generally came out more as statements. There was no doubt he was the alpha dog here. "This boi is a blank slate when it comes to payment." "That right young Jordyn - no tattoos, no piercings, nothing." There was a fresh hunger in the tall man's words and eyes. Now Jordyn could make sense of those faded pictures. They had been ink-work, tattoos of rather basic and crude flowers, hearts, firearms and the like. Evidence of this man's trade and also of the fact that he was at best mediocre at it. Jordyn looked around himself again. The store was pretty basic and you couldn't actually see dirt but would he want to trust the standards of sterility and hygiene here? There was also the man himself. He looked about sixty but who knew - a forty year old could look that way. Especially if he didn't look after himself, if he used needles in more than just a professional sense. The thin pale arms didn't seem to show any marks but did Jordyn really know what he would be looking for anyway? "Business first," said Jerome, "while we're busy work out some ideas for this little faggot here." "Sure," Clyde's mind already seemed to be elsewhere, making plans. "See you later Jordyn honey." His owner's strong possessive arm guided Jordyn through the store and a back washroom and storage area. There, on the far wall, there was a heavy curtain. Jerome pulled it aside to reveal a door that he then unlocked. It opened to reveal darkness, a darkness that became complete when Jerome and Jordyn entered so the door could close smoothly behind them. A click and lights came on. Revealing a room of dark red and black. Unfurnished save for two chairs and a table. There was a camera in the corner of the wall and another set up facing one chair. Jerome signalled for Jordyn to take a seat there. "You remember what I said on the way over. This is your chance to make your case to the men I will send this recording to. They require proof that you are the real deal, that you are worth them travelling distances and making certain other sacrifices for. A pretty face and a cute booty will only get you so far. If you just wanted cock and cum you could have had that long ago. To get what you want - and deserve - you need to sell yourself. These are men of certain tastes. Being suitably submissive will earn you their interest - will get you some of what you want. You can go beyond that, draw a crowd and earn something really special, if you put on a good show. Just be sure your eyes ain't bigger than your hole. Once this thing starts it won't stop until these men are good and ready for it to stop. You got that?" "Yes sir." "Then we'll start. Your introduction clip will be first and then straight into the interview." Jordyn remembered all that his Owner had told him on the way over. What the men who would watch this enjoyed, how they felt about the young men delivered up to them. How 'attitude' could make a big difference in how that young man would be treated. Jordyn watched his Owner carefully and waited for the agreed signal that they would start recording. It came and Jordyn knew what he had to do. ***

I am no where near where I wish I were. Tulsa is the worst. I have to travel a min. of 100 miles inalmost any direction to find a serious FF Top. Wichita, OKC, Dallas, KC. I'm lucky to get 2 to 4 sessions a month. I fucking want for it for hours and hours everyday.

——- Josh ——- I woke up to my phone ringing. My head was hurting from the multitude of drinks I had last night. I hadn’t got home till almost 5am. I fell asleep as the first rays of sun broke the horizon. Mercifully the ringing stopped. I rolled onto my back and thought about last nights adventures. Me and a few friends hit up a new club then moved to an after hours place. Finally, I ended up at a sex party a cute boy at the after hours place told me about. At the sex party I managed to dump my dirty load in a hot raw otter. Before I impregnated him I fucked and precame in 4 other guys. It was a hell of a fun night. I reached down and wrapped my hand around my rock hard fat 7.5 inch uncut poz dick and began stroking myself thinking about how the boy begged for my cum not knowing it was charged. A bead of precum slipped out of my hole as I recalled the moans the otter was making as my fat cock worked his tight raw hole and prostate. His hole was so warm and tight. It felt like velvet around my cock. He moaned as I kissed his neck and stretched him open. My assault on his prostate made him shoot a huge load all over us. The feel of his tight hole squeezing my dick made me explode filling his boy hole with my own huge charged load balls deep. The metal imagine of his face as I dumped my dirty load in his ass made me shoot a huge load all over my abs. I was pulled from my post nut euphoria by my phone ringing noisily again. I groaned as I half rolled over to get my phone while trying not to get my cum on my sheets. The screen displayed “Mom”. That made me let out another groan. “Hello” I said in a very rough and gruff voice. I already had a very deep voice so the dryness of my throat made it even deeper. “Good afternoon sweat pea” the chipper voice greeted me using the nickname I’d been called all my life. “Good morning mom” I replied as I looked at my watch on the side table to verify the time. My parents lived on the other side of the country and where a few hours ahead of me. They had raised us to be up early and never waste the morning sleeping. But in my defense it was 11:30 am so it was still technically morning for me. “I hope your Saturday morning has been productive. Have you got everything ready for your brother?” She asked in her sweet voice that was also laced with a hint of the mom tone she used when she doubted us. While it annoyed me to be doubted, as usual she was spot on. My little brother Sam, how original for our parents to name us Joshua and Samuel, was coming to stay with me for at least 6 months. My genius kid brother, who was all of 21, had just graduated some prestigious tech program at MIT. He is starting a job next week at a giant tech company that is located in my city. In fact, my apartment isn’t far from their corporate campus. My parents had begged me to let him stay with me. They argued he was still young, never truly lived on his own, and needed someone to look after him. They said I’d be a good role model since I’d been “in the real world” for years. I’d always been very independent and hated living near my folks prying eyes. I had moved to the dorms freshman year and then to an apartment with friends the summer between freshman and sophomore year. I never moved back home. I loved my parents but they were just to vanilla and bland. They were religious, but thankfully not the crazy hate the gays kind, while I am more spiritual. They like book clubs (mom) and golf (dad) and idea of a exciting night is a trip to the local “upscale” chain Italian restaurant. We just ran in different worlds. I am 30 now and I moved across the country 5 years ago after I finished my doctorate of physical therapy program. I took the first job I could find on this side of the country to be able live in the area. I was drawn by the great weather, hot night life, popping gay scene, and it would make sure I kept my parents in the dark to my kinky piggy life. I took a spot with a PT practice out here right out of college. I have worked my way up and just a few weeks ago signed the paperwork that made me a junior partner in the practice. My client list includes celebrities, sports stars, and wealthy business moguls. I am very sought after and could of opened my own practice but I choose to let the managing partners do that extra work and just take the money so I could enjoy my life. Work hard play harder was pretty much my motto. Anyway back to my brother. My parents had called a few weeks ago when he’d got the job offer. It took over a week for them to convince me to agree to letting Sam move in. They tried offering money and dangling that Sam could help by “splitting the bills” as incentive but that didn’t work to well because like I said I make bank. Then they tried the family responsibility and guilt thing. That worked a bit better, they had paid for all my college so I was debt free in large part thanks to them. Finally, they pulled out the whole getting to know my brother better angle. He was a surprise baby and was 9 years younger than me. We didn’t have any shared friends or interests as kids. From the time he could turn on a iPad he had been sucked into the tech world. He started going to computer camps durning the summer at like age 10 or 11. In contrast I am more a low tech guy. I can work the basics but not interested in learning any more than that. When we had last spent significant time around each other he was a tween that was super smart but also a little socially awkward. Needless to say we weren’t fast friends. Since I moved away I visit home twice a year for 3 or 4 days at a time. During those visits if we weren’t having family meals or at an event or something Sam spent his time in his room with his computers. I love the kid but we really didn’t know each other well. I pretty sure he takes after my parents in the bland vanilla mold but figured it be good to get to know him a little bit. So I gave in and agreed to him moving in. The deal was he’d stay with me and I’d help get him oriented to the city and “being an adult” (my moms words). Then at 6 months if Sam was comfortable he could find his own place to live near me. “Yes mom I have everything ready. He won’t be here till Tuesday anyway.” I said trying to reassure her. It did anything but. “Tuesday!” She said raising the pitch of her voice. “His plane lands in 4 hours.” “No it doesn’t, Dad told me it was the 19th. I wrote it down in my planner” I said a little panicked myself. “Damn that man’s dyslexia. He must of got the 6 and 9 mixed up. I knew I should of checked with you yesterday but David told me to not pester you. But it’s too late to fret over that. You have to cancel you plans and get your brother!” She said starting to go into super mom mode. She always had everything planned out to the minute. I am really surprised it somehow slipped by that dad gave me the wrong date. Me and him are much more the pencil down the outlines and fill it in as you go types so it’s not surprising we didn’t notice. “Don’t worry mom. I don’t have any appointments today. I can get to the airport in time. Just text me the flight information.” I said as I set up on the edge of the bed using the calm tone I’d learned form dad for when mom got excited. “Don’t you use your dad’s patronizing tone with me.” She huffed before going back to her normal self. “I know you will handle it. I just worried about my baby being so far away. It’s hard for me to let go.” “I know mom. Don’t worry I will take care of the kid.” I said as I got out of bed naked and walked across the room to my master bathroom. “I know. We can count on you. He’s just so much more sheltered and reserved then you ever were. It makes me worry.” She said. “He will love it here. I will get him out of his shell.” I assured her. “I need to shower and stuff. I will text you when I get him from the airport. Talk to you later mom, love you.” “I love you too. Bye sweat pea!” She said and then the call ended. I took a long hard refreshing piss then turned on the glass walk in shower. I looked at myself in the floor length mirror evaluating my body as I did every morning. I worked almost every day and my body showed it. I was not a body builder or anything but I was very fit and cut. At 6’3 I was taller than most. I had dirty blonde hair and emerald eyes. My teeth were straight thanks to the braces I wore for years in middle school. They were also white, not the move star blind you white, but healthy and regularly looking white. My skin was tanned from my runs along the beach. My broad strong shoulders were next as I went down my body. Then my pecs and arms were next, both well muscled to compliment my body. My chest had a light dusting of hair. My back was well muscled while not being overwhelming. My abs were well defined and you could count all six. My waist was trim and only had just the barest touch of love handles. I noted to adjust my workout routine to address that. My v-line was still banging. The happy trail I kept groomed led down to the small maintained bush above my hog. It sat around 4 inches soft and was always plump. I was uncut and right now the skin hid my cock head. Below my dick sat a pair of very good sized balls that always shot huge toxic loads. Not bad for 30. I got in the shower and did a quick wash up. After I dried off I walked to the kitchen naked. I made myself a coffee and an quick cheese omelette which I ate as I reviewed some emails. After I finished eating I got dressed and went down to the parking garage and got in my Audi R8 Spyder. It was a beautiful spring day and I would of loved to ride my motorcycle but that wasn’t practical for Sam and his luggage. As a consolation I put the roof down to allow the sun and wind to blow as I drove to the airport. I parked in the appointed lot for pickups and walked into the terminal to meet my kid brother. His flight was due to land any minute. Traffic had been worse than I anticipated but I had made it before his plane touched down. I hadn’t seen him in over six months. Even then it was only quick sightings as he made brief appearances to eat dinner with us. He was in his last year of school and always seemed to have a project he needed to get back to. I scrolled on my phone as I waited for his plane to disembark and for him to make his way to the pickup area. I glanced up and had to do a double take. I recognized him by his face but the rest was a little bit of a shock. I hadn’t noticed how tall he had gotten as he was at least 6’1 now. He was in shorts and tank top which showed off his body. I observed that his arms were well muscled, he had broad shoulders, a waist that tapered to a trim V, and his legs were well muscled too. I could tell he had the same build the men in our family usually had but he also looked like he had put on some muscle since I last saw him in anything but pants and a full T-shirt or sweater. His face still had the usual innocent look to it. His bright blue eyes shinning but carrying that hint of shyness they always did. His golden brown hair was a mess as usual. His skin while a little pale looked healthy. I even got to see one of his small pink nipples as his tank slipped when he went to move the bag on his shoulder. My cock gave a bit of a jump seeing it. I love to lick and play with nipples. Especially if they were directly wired to a guys cock. Making a man hard by playing with his nips was so hot! Not that I’d ever thought about my brother that way. But objectively he was hot and if it weren’t for the whole brother thing I’d definitely had made a move. I got his attention and then walked across the room to him. We embraced in a tight hug. He smelled of body wash, deodorant, and just a little bit of must from the long flight. I also felt a rather large plump package pressed against mine as we hugged. “Hey there bro, let’s get your bags and get you back to the house. We can order some food and decompress. Sound good?” I asked as we broke our embrace. “Sure Joshie, that sounds good. I also need to shower the yuck off me.” He replied as I took one of his bags from him and we started to walk toward the exit. “Was the flight good? Is this all your stuff?” I asked realizing he only had his back pack and two suitcases with him. “The flight was fine. Long, but uneventful. This is all I brought with me on the plane. Mom shipped some stuff that should be here in a day or two. You know her, she wanted to make sure it all got here right so she arranged it all.” He said with the exasperated tone I knew all too well. “Yea, she can be a handful but she does it from a place of love.” I said as I reached up with my free hand and put it in his shoulder to give it a squeeze. His skin was warm and soft. “Yea, she does.” He replied as we got to my car and loaded his bags. It was a good thing he shipped the bulk of his stuff or my car would of been to small. We chatted pleasantly on the drive home. We got there and got his bags up to the room that would be his room. That’s when it hit me his bed wasn’t due to be delivered till Monday. I had moved in here a few months ago and hadn’t got the spare bedroom set up yet. “Ummm ok, confession Dad told me the wrong date on your arrival so your bed won’t be here till Monday. Along with the dresser and night stands. You can leave your bags in here. Until then you can sleep on the sofa or in bed with me. It’s a king so we’d have enough room.” I said realizing just how much I wasn’t prepared. He was quite for a minute and then just shrugged. “Yea that’s fine. Mom texted me about the mix up before we landed. It’s not a big deal. I can crash with you a few nights.” He said nonchalantly. “I need to use the bathroom and shower. Can you point me there and get me a towel?” He asked as he bent over and dig a shower bag from his luggage. His ass was perfect. Very round, looked firm but still with a good bounce, and just the perfect size. My cock did another little jump. “Sure. While you shower I can order us a pizza. Supreme ok?” I asked as I motioned him to follow me. “Yea that’s fine.” He said following me into the main bath that was for everyone but would be his while he lived here. I grabbed a couple towels from the cabinet and turned to hand them to him and was shocked again. He had already stripped of his clothes and was turning on the shower as he stood naked. While not as muscled as me his body was beautiful. Just the perfect muscle definition. Plus I got a quick look at the snake he had between his legs. It must of been 5-6 in soft, good and thick, hanging above a set of big balls. He had a very well trimmed patch of hair over his shaft. I looked away before he could notice. “I figured you wouldn’t care if I just dropped my clothes while you were still here. I mean we are men, brothers, and you are gay. I don’t have anything you haven’t seen.” He said as he laughed. “Yea, it’s cool. I actually stay naked most the time around the house. So dress how you want I mean it’s your place now too. Be comfortable.” I replied as I put the towels in the counter and made my way toward the door. “Cool bro. Thanks for the towels.” He said as he got into the shower. I got a sight of his incredible butt as he climbed in and closed the shower curtain. It made my cock stiffen and my mouth water. I closed the door and stood against the wall in the hall taking deep breaths. I don’t know what my body was thinking. That was my younger brother and he was straight. I needed to get a grip. ——————— Like most my stories this chapter and probably the next will be heavier on the scene setting then the sex. But don’t worry there is much of that to cum. I hope you enjoy the story!

Thank you @Uncut300… a great story and I hope that we get to read of the brothers future conquests in another story!

He left about a half hour ago. This was day six since i'd had my Sweet FB inside of me. i start to get twitchy on day three, i'm pretty sure i'm addicted to Him. i went to San Diego for 4 days to visit a friend... we sleep together, but we're platonic. He's a sadistic Dom, and i love Him dearly, but we are not sexually compatible. So, four days, then got back and two more days and i'm breaking out in a cold sweat wanting Him. i was washing dishes and preparing cocoa beans to go in my stone mill to make chocolate from scratch, and He called. Yeah, i dropped everything and got ready. God, it was so awesome. He had a huge nutt and was leaking out of me when He got up to shower, so i tasted some. sigh. i fee so good, and the chocolate is in the stone melange. All is right with the world. ❤️

Definitely hot for me. I'm more attracted to men I don't find attractive. It makes the using of me hotter. And, there is no relation to hot guy and hot cock. And since I'm mostly concerned with the cock, and pleasing him, the rest matters less

Wow woul love to feel it in my tight ass

id definitely love to tease you till you ram that cock in my boipussy

I like being in my baseball cap, jockstrap, crew socks, and sneakers. Basic, I know, but it somehow feels sluttier than just being naked.

I Forgot a condom (Chapter 8) I can’t believe I made the mistake of doing a general search online for a photographer. He was doing a good enough job until I started to unbutton my shirt. “What are you doing?” he asked. When I told him I needed some ‘skin pictures’ he agreed to proceed. That is until I unzipped my jeans showing my trimmed bush and a bit of my semi-hard-on. “What the fuck man.” He protested. “I told you I need skin pictures.” I was baffled. “I don’t do those ass-hole, get the fuck out of my studio.” He barked. I consulted my folks and they gave me an excellent recommendation. This was a tall dark and handsome ‘straight’ guy that had been photographing in the porn industry for decades. He didn’t flinch when I started to undress and snapped an amazing pic of my bush and cock emerging from my jeans. When I got totally naked he was not at all bashful capturing my erection and furry hole. He had assumed I was putting together a portfolio to audition as a porn star. When I corrected ‘gay escort add’ he didn’t flinch. In fact, he wondered if I wanted a pic of a cock in my mouth. ”Absofuckinlutely!” my joyful cry. He opened his fly, maneuvered his tightie whities and pulled out his good sized flaccid dick. I sucked it in and it soon began to harden. His white cock contrasted with my Melito colouring beautifully. “What about your ass? Do you want a cock in your ass?” he astounded me, I thought he was straight. “Fuck me man, I’d love that!” I didn’t have to think. He went to a desk drawer and pulled out a role of condoms. “What are those for?” I asked “I’m going to fuck you.” He responded. “Not with one of those.” I explained “My add is as a bareback gay escort, I’ve never had a condom in this hairy hole.” “Fuck! Are you kidding. Do your parents know this? What do they think?” “They hate it, but they know not to argue with me. Besides I’m on a new experimental drug for protection. I understand if you want to back down on your offer.” “I really should. I mean it’s only an experimental drug right.” His voice was hesitant. “Right. I understand.” I reassured. “Bend over my desk.” I was surprised to hear this instruction. Cold jell was being applied to my hole. The warm spongy head of his cock was soon teasing my hole. “Are you sure you are ok with this.” He asked. “Absofuckinlutely!” He plunged in balls deep. All 9 thick inches. I hadn’t realized a camera was fixed on my face and took a series of pics a few seconds apart. Eyes rolled into the back of my head, my face in tortured pain. Eye’s wide open as I took deep breaths to adjust. Face relaxing as the initial fuck pane moved out. Face full of delight as he began to fuck in earnest. I could hear the camera fixed on my ass clicking away as the raw fuck continued. These would be amazing. “I won’t last long, where do you want me to cum?” he gasped. “Breed me man, breed me deep!” and he was already. He collapsed on my back as we regained our breath. “Hold still, I want to get picks of my cock coming out and your dripping hole.” This guy was amazing. I didn’t think I could be happier as we looked through the hundreds of pics I had to choose from. Then he had a few more question. “Will you be offering topping services?” “Not my preference, but yes.” “Bareback?” “Yes, are you going to let me fuck you, I’d love that.” “No. But I’d like to get a pic with your raw cock in a guy’s ass. Will you work with groups?” “Sure, I’ve been cumdump for a number of groups. Why?” We decided to have a second photo shoot. For this one we went to a gay nude beach. He brought along a gay friend that was happy to ride my raw cock. Initially the friend had requested I not cum in him which I was ready to oblige, but he changed his mind and begged for my load. The photographer didn’t miss anything. An audience had formed, quickly release forms were signed and I became the cum dump for 5 guys with a variety of body shapes and cock sizes. I now had an extraordinary portfolio of pics to advertise my new business on Rent Boys. At first, they weren’t going to accept me. They reasoned their entire service was predicated on ‘safe sex’ practices which meant only sex workers committed to using condoms were eligible to use their service. I’m persistent and finally encouraged them to experiment with another category, ‘Safe/bb”. I was the first to use this and had to settle for ‘anything goes’. My first potential customer insisted on meeting me in a discreet coffee shop. “Your add says ‘anything goes’ in relation to safety. I’m negotiating for a party of twelve tops. Are you serious, could they all bareback and breed you?” he wondered in an almost whispered voice. “Fuck yeah man, I prefer that!” was my enthusiastic response. The next Friday night I arrived at the warehouse. Dimly lit and exceptionally warm with all the space heaters. In the middle hung a leather sling with one spotlight focused on it. I now knew where my stage was for this cum dump orgy. The twelve men were in various stages of undress when I arrived. They pulled straws to determine their order as I stripped and climbed into the sling. Number one was a very tall slim albino. His cock was slim, but very long, 12 inches. He wasted no time in preparing my ass, thankfully I had lubed generously. All twelve inches thrust balls deep into me, over and over for five relentless minutes until he was blasting deep into my guts. When he regained his breath, he took my face in both his hands to be sure I heard his gratitude. “Thanks man, I haven’t had a chance to breed in so long! I fuckin needed this soooooo bad!” Number two took the albino’s place between my legs. His big mushroom head teased my hole as he spoke. “So, he didn’t ask where to cum. Were you ok with that?” “You enter me raw man, there’s only one place I want the load.” I grinned as I responded. “So, you want all these guys to breed you?” “Fuck yeah man!” “Are you crazy?” he wondered. “Probably. I saw a saying once, ‘if you’re on thin ice, you may as well dance.” This was a big hairy gorilla of a man. His cock was not long, but very thick. Even with lots of lube and a load inside it took some effort for him to get into me. Good think I love to have my limits stretched. Eventually he was thrusting away with a power commensurate with his size. The smash of our bodies echoed in the large almost empty warehouse. Just when I began to wonder if I could take more of this he hissed through his ragged breathing. “I know you said not to ask, but where do you want my load?” “Don’t fuckin pull out. I want your gorilla load!” I’m sure his bellowed climax could be heard for five blocks, even in this industrial complex. Three was a tiny little nymph of a twink. His cock wasn’t big, but he knew how to use it. His passionate kisses were offered as if from lips of an angle. He stopped kissing just before cumming to tell me, “I’ve never bred a guy before, I’m never gonna put an ugly condom on again!” He came so hard he almost passed out. Four was an A type gym bunny. His 7-inch cock had the most amazing upward curve that did amazing things to my anal cavity. Halfway through his raw fuck I couldn’t hold back. I came hands free. He scooped up my spouge and used if for more lube. He gave no warning simply blasting away inside me when he was ready. Five was clearly upset. “I can’t believe you let all those guys cum in you. I really don’t want to have my dick in all their cum.” “Sorry you drew the straw you got bud.” I tried to console him. “Yeah, just like me to draw a bad straw.” “You can give it a pass; I won’t take it personally” again my consoling. “My dicks one thing; The real problem is I prefer to start by rimming. Fuck this!” I was ready for him to walk away. To my surprise his face dropped to my hole and he was feltching. Quickly his mouth was snowballing the other’s cum into my open and eager mouth. Next his nice sized raw cock was funking and soon breeding me. Once again, his mouth was suckung out the load and snowballing it for me to swallow. Six through twelve became a blur. Most expressing their surprise that I was such a piggy bareback cum slut. They’d been waiting for years for this kind of sex with abandon to return. Eight wrote glowing reviews on my Rent Boy page and my body and services were in the highest demand on the site. I was bringing in money ‘hand over fist’!

Well guys I've just had my throat annihilated and the Top was very good no mercy just his cock my throat Would love to share a video but I can't compress it anymore to upload might have to be a blue sky link later

By both , my father and my grandfather for several years in my teens and i really did like it Was ten years old my father showed me what masturbation was and did cum on my belly After that he tried to get me off but took almost a year before he did get me off for the first time and said now you almost like a man and later on they both did fuck me Fun with each other from my 11th till 25th

Chapter 9 - A New Jordyn It was hard to believe it had all happened. It surprised him that he hadn't crashed on his drive home; his mind had been so filled with the events of the afternoon and evening. People and places he had never really believed he would experience; so different to all that had gone before in his sheltered, protected, young life. The lies to his parents had come easily when he had finally got back. They had swallowed them but they wouldn't always. Not that it mattered. He knew he wouldn't need to lie too much longer. Soon the real truth would be out there, undeniable and irreversible. Jordyn shivered a little as he sat on his bed. Jerome had that video of him sucking cock. The man had also taken a photo of his I.D. and so knew his real name, his home address, the college he attended. It had been so stupid of him. He really was at Jerome's mercy now. Jordyn knew what the man wanted from him and also knew what Jordyn himself had asked for. Now Jerome wouldn't accept less - Jordyn understood that as surely as he had ever understood anything. He was trembling now. It couldn't be real. It had to be one of his horny dreams and he would soon wake up, just as frustrated and desperate as ever. Except he felt the pressure, the painful restriction from his little dicklet as it strained to get hard. He checked his door was closed and then eased down his pants. There was the proof that this was no dream. It was as real as sin. He saw the pair of frilly pink girl's panties and as he pulled them off he saw the cage on his little penis. It wanted to get hard but the cage wouldn't let it and that felt strange and restrictive and - right. The key was in his pocket where Jerome had dropped it before driving off. There was a little bottle of lube too - a present from the Black man. Though he knew he'd end up paying for anything the man gave him - paying with his sweet little femboy pussy. The shivers of fear had become shivers of excitement. Nothing had ever got him horny like thinking about Jerome and Wolf and what they would do to him. They and their friends. How many friends? He'd just be a piece of lovely little fuckmeat to them - a sacrifice to their potent masculinity. They'd use him and they'd ruin him. Without hesitation, sympathy or mercy. Jordyn's hand shook as he reached into his pocket and pulled out the lube. He left the key where it was. He was horny as fuck and he knew the rules - when he was horny or with Jerome he had to wear the cage. This wasn't about his dicklet it was all about his hole. Making it ready for real men to ruin. He lubed up his fingers and gently pushed one into his own ass. It felt good, not as good as when Jerome had done it but good none the less. He pushed a little harder and felt a slight discomfort. He let his mind go back to being bent over the garbage behind a seedy porn store. He let the horniness and pleasure wash into and merge with any pain. That was the cocktail he wanted and needed. The special place Jerome had first taken him to. There would be many more experiences like that - he had so much to learn. Jordyn's finger was joined by another and he was fingering his hole hard and fast when his clitty shot its load into the cage. He knew he could go on if he wanted but perhaps not tonight. Now he needed to take the cage off and clean it and himself. There would be many more times in the future now that he knew how a faggy femboy like himself was meant to cum. Now he knew just how right it felt. *** He was outside the store early the next afternoon. It was still locked and no-one was there. He waited for five minutes until another vehicle arrived and a feminine figure got out to unlock the door, sending him a bright little wave. "You must be Jordyn. I'm Spice - we have a couple of hours before opening. Don't look so nervous sweetie." Spice was an inch or two taller than Jordyn and perhaps a year or two older. She had a rather gawky gothic presence and Jordyn had to admit that he found her a little intimidating. Her hair was peroxide-blonde leaving obvious dark roots and her scarlet lipstick and dark eye-makeup were very obvious against her pale skin. She wore her white blouse open at the neck to reveal a heavy Black leather collar that matched her boots and her knee-length skirt. Once inside Spice hung up her combat jacket and turned to examine Jordyn more carefully. She frowned a little. "You normally wear that outfit?" Jordyn nodded. "That's a waste sweetie. We can do a lot better than that!" Jordyn felt confused and a little alarmed as Spice began to undress him. He didn't know what to do. Spice wore her look well but Jordyn had never been into girls. Nevertheless he hadn't the confidence to say 'no' or to resist as she rapidly stripped him down to his pink panties. "You might like to take those off yourself," said Spice with a devilish little smile, "you've such a cute little body I might not be able to keep my hands off you." Jordyn looked at her like a rabbit caught in the headlights and the girl laughed again, a strangely brittle sort of laugh. "C'mon sweetie - we have work to do!" Jordyn obeyed without further hesitation. Even a girl like this seemed able to dominate him. Now he was naked and feeling very vulnerable. Spice wasn't pleased. "You must be very new." A pale finger pointed at Jordyn's limp penis. "Why would I want to see that? Where's your cage?" Jordyn found it and secured it in place - he had practised a couple of times the previous night and so it was easy, especially since the shop wasn't exactly warm. Spice beamed with pleasure, her light blue eyes sparkling with mischief. "You are so lucky. That cage makes it look like you haven't got a dick at all." She lifted her skirt. "I'm bigger so I have to make do with one of these." Jordyn's eyes almost popped out of his head. Spice wore a little pink plastic cage that wasn't flat like his but rather formed the shape of a penis. "You're a man," he blurted out. "Fuck that," said Spice. "I'm a girl and don't you forget it. Just I'm a girl with something extra." Jordyn had been fooled entirely. Even now looking carefully he could barely see the young man Spice had once been - before she had become her true self. "You look amazing," was all Jordyn could say. A pleased grin replaced the momentary annoyance that had been on Spice's face. "Thanks sweetie and now we need to get to work. You have preferences or should I just give you what Jerome prefers?" "What Jerome likes." The answer came automatically. It was weird but Jordyn felt a kindred spirit with Spice, a closeness he hadn't really felt with anyone before. It was clear Spice was being herself and didn't give a fuck what anyone thought about it. Jordyn wished he could be like Spice - perhaps with her help he could be. "I've known Jerome a while but Lewis made sure he knew I'm a lesbian. How on earth did you meet him?" That question carried an implicit sub-text. 'How did a vanilla normie like you meet a man like Jerome?' Jordyn didn't like that - people hadn't understood who he was for all his young life. He wanted Spice to understand. "We met online. I asked Jerome to ruin me." Spice had the natural air of a person who very few things surprised. However, she was surprised now. "You really asked him that?" "I need someone to take charge and help the world understand the real me. I need to be with a group of dominant men who know how to ruin me, on camera, so no-one can ever deny who I really am again. I need to be destroyed. Do you think Jerome can do that?" "You've met him haven't you - what do you think? Did he fuck you?" Jordyn shook his head. "No - he took me to meet a man called Wolf." Actually to be shown to a man like Wolf but that didn't sound so good. Spice sniffed a little. "Wolf is OK so long as you understand he'd sell that sweet hole of yours to a bunch of smelly homeless guys in an instant. Well, cute like you are if Jerome didn't fuck you its because he has plans for you. Think all you asked for - plus anything extra he can think up." Her eyes seemed to bore into his very soul. "It wouldn't be the first time - though usually they don't come begging for it. You really sure that's what you want?" "More sure than anything." He felt his lip tremble at the admission. Spice took his hand in hers - a welcome gesture of support. "Well if you're sure. At least I can ensure that when you get trashed you'll look fucking gorgeous!" Jordyn returned her smile. It felt good to tell someone who he really was and it felt even better that Spice didn't try to 'talk sense' to him. He had enough stupid doubts and fears without having other people loading theirs onto him. Then Spice got to work. *** If you wanted to learn then you went to someone who knew. Spice rapidly ran Jordyn through all the tedious necessities of preparing himself for his men. Keeping his body nice and smooth and hairless, keeping his hole nice and clean and fresh, what he could use to prepare his tight little femboy hole for its grand opening. She packed up a little set of toys and lube for him to work with. Then a set of exercises to keep his trim little twink body and that bubble booty both at their best However, first Spice had helped him find a new look. Jordyn had let his hair grow a little longer and Spice had tutted and fussed and styled it. Just a few changes but they made a difference. Then the outfit. Spice had found him some black and white sneakers, long black socks that came up to just above his knee, a short-sleeved grey crop top with a low neckline and a pair of black booty shorts to cover his pink frilly panties. Jordyn looked in the full-length mirror and felt something he couldn't remember feeling before. He felt that he was looking at himself - his real self. A boy, yes, but not a boy that fitted into the macho masculine stereotype. "Will you wear that to college tomorrow?" Spice's question was a loaded one. Dread swept through Jordyn. He'd never be able to go home like this, to go to college like this! He just looked at Spice and his look told her what she expected. "Baby steps sweetie. But it's a shame - you look so fucking cute! Meantime you can surely do better than that horrible look you had when you got here." Spice taught him how a boy could be himself - even under the noses of others. How he could wear his leggings or even sheer hose under his pants and how those pants could be of a more feminine cut. How an over-sized hoodie could hide wearing a girl's shirt underneath or even something more obviously meant for females. How color could make such an impact. How he could use clear lip-gloss and nail polish and wear subtle jewellery - again hidden by his clothing. Baby steps, as Spice said, but his first steps. There was so much to learn but it was so exciting! "You can be as feminine or just as much of a femboi as you like - just get to where you feel comfortable, to where you feel yourself. Not everyone can be quite as fabulous as me after all!" Spice's elfin face beamed at him in the mirror. She had enjoyed playing dress up with him. "Just ease those shorts off again sweetie." Jordyn dropped the little black booty shorts and then felt her hands on him as he leaned over to push the shorts down. Long black-painted finger-nails on his hips and then the feeling of warm breath on his butt. "Since I got you nice and clean it seems a waste not to enjoy such a delicious booty." Jordyn's whole body reacted as he felt the warm wetness of a tongue where no tongue had been before. It felt amazing and it only got better as Spice spread his cheeks and began to go to town on eating his ass. Sensations Jordyn had never even imagined let alone experienced. He arched his back and thrust his butt out to encourage more of Spice's talents. He closed his eyes and felt his whole body shudder in appreciation - savoured the restricting pressure of his cage that now comprised his sexual arousal. It was so exciting, so stimulating, such a new experience. It could only end one way. Jordyn gasped loudly, his breath reduced to ragged almost sobs, as his clitty dribbled through its cage. The stimulation of his hole ended and he heard Spice's little laugh. "You cum like that before?" Jordyn told her and Spice was delighted. "That's cool - can I see the video. I bet you looked great!" "I didn't take a video." Spice frowned and shook her head in semi-mock disapproval. "Always film yourself sweetie. How are you going to get all those cocks you are wanting if you don't advertise? Let me show you." Spice fetched her phone and tapped through to an account on a site Jordyn had seen before. Pictures and videos of Spice herself. In various dress or undress, with other women, trans or otherwise. "Check out the followers," said Spice proudly. "I've got a paid tier too but you just need to get yourself out there at the moment. The rest follows." She checked out the look on Jordyn's face and laughed again. "It's easy! Give me your phone." A couple of minutes later and there was an account set up simply as 'BoiFagBarbie'. The young man followed his new friend's advice and posed for a picture or two in his new outfit. Then with his shorts pulled down and his back arched to push out that bubble booty of his - just as he had when Spice had been eating him out. Spice used his phone again and then returned it. "See the 'post' button - press it and those images will be online for the world to see - well some of the pervier parts of it anyway." She looked at him and Jordyn could see that Spice was in no doubt that he would press that button. He still couldn't help saying, "Is it a good idea?" "Well," she answered, "it is if you want to get that sweet little hole of yours well and truly fucked." Jordyn pressed the button. *** Back home it was again hard to imagine that it had been real. He knew just what his parents and their friends would think of someone like Spice. But at the time it had all felt so right. The shaving, the prep work, the dressing up, learning the exercises. It had all felt so right - so relevant to who he really was in a way that college never had. He fetched his phone and found that site. His pictures looked good and he saved a copy of each. Then he went to the BZ and posted the same pictures there in a new gallery. He gave it a title. 'Doesn't this sweet hole just need to be WRECKED!' That evening as he ate his meal he couldn't get his mind off those pictures and the men who would be checking them out even now. Spice hadn't been worried about hiding who he was. His face was right there on screen in most of them. Anyone could see him there. It was so fucking exciting! Did his parents notice anything? Perhaps - but he didn't much care. As soon as possible he was back in his room with his door safely closed as he scrolled on his phone. There were responses. Quite a few responses. He was about to read them when a notification flashed on screen. It was Jerome! 'Saw the pics - I'm guessing that was Spice's idea. You got a busy day tomorrow?' It would be an important project day at college. He messaged back, 'No - why?' 'You need to be at the usual place at four and remember - that sweet little ass of yours belongs to me. Understand fag?' "Yes sir - I'll be there.' He saw Jerome log off the conversation. Had Jerome been pleased with him or had he been angry? It was hard to tell. What would happen tomorrow? He let the question drift out of his mind - that was for Jerome to decide. Meanwhile he had those responses to his pictures to read. ***

Chapter 8 - Recruitment incentives "Lewis runs that adult bookstore back there. He'd been telling me Kyle had lost it but I didn't know how much till today. Planned on him training you up a little but fuck that. You'll have to come over at two tomorrow. Spice still got most of their fucking brains working. Can give you an idea of what's expected. Meanwhile if Kyle ain't no use to me or Lewis then it's time I moved him on." The older man seemed absolutely unconcerned that he was telling Jordyn all of this. The young fag instinctively knew why. This was a man whose supremacy was obvious and undeniable. You didn't tell tales on men like this. You also didn't deny men like this - anything. Jordyn felt the fear rising within him now. All that he knew about this man was the name he had chosen to tell him and the fact that he loved to really fuck up dumb little fags. Dumb little fags like Jordan - sorry Jordyn - himself. He knew all that but he had still handed over his I.D. He knew all that but he had still got into this man's car. Now he was going he didn't know where to do he didn't know what. There was one more thing he knew about this man. Jerome had read the post he had made on the BZ. The one he had poured his whole heart and soul, his every deepest most hidden desire, into. The one where he had begged a man to take charge of him and to ruin him - totally and without mercy. It was what he wanted - he knew that. However, he knew he might be really close to getting just what he had asked for and it scared him. Had him almost shaking in his seat, a blatant proof of his weakness. Just more evidence that he could never be a real man like Jerome. His mind had been racing but his eyes had also been taking in the view through the windows of the Lexus. It wasn't any sort of reassurance. Going to the store he had thought all of his parents' terrible stories about the city were exaggerated. Now he wasn't so sure. They had passed block after block of project housing, seen the gang tags on every available surface, passed little groups of young African-American men on the corners. This had to be what they called the 'ghetto' and Jordyn felt horribly out of his element here. The man beside him laughed his low mirthless laugh. "Feeling nervous boy? "Yes sir," admitted Jordyn. "You should be," flatly confirmed the man who called himself Jerome, "but while you're with me no-one else is gonna fuck you up. I'm known around here." There was lot of emphasis on that 'known'. That one word just sent another burst of thrill and fear through Jordyn. He was so far out of his comfort zone, so hopelessly out of his depth, that it felt crazy. Every fleeting thought, every ragged breath, had a weight and a meaning that they had never had before. He felt so - alive - with this man. The misery and boredom of living at home, of growing up under the eye of his parents, of having to be who others wanted him to be. That was all gone - all left two-dimensional and monochrome by the sensations rushing through him now. The adrenaline enriching his bloodstream hit him as never before. It was so dangerous, so frightening, so intense, yet he knew that he wanted more, that he needed more. After experiencing this he couldn't go back to who he had tried to be, to living that shadow life. He had to be the real him, Jordyn aka BoiFagBarbie. The buildings they passed now were largely derelict row-houses, their doors and windows sealed with metal shutters. Here and there he saw that a residence had been burned out. A couple of blocks of such unpopulated desolation and then the car turned and slowed as it entered a street where Jordyn did again see people. At intervals there were women in ones and twos. Their dress and attitude didn't leave much doubt even in Jordyn's mind as to who they were. They were all either African-American or Latina and they were street hookers. About the lowest of the low so far as society, especially his parents, were concerned. Jordyn tried not to stare but noticed one thing. The women dropped their exaggeratedly seductive struts and smiles when they recognised the vehicle. They knew the driver and knew he wasn't a john. Jerome chuckled and for the first time seemed genuinely amused. "You got eyes like fucking saucers fagboy. You'll soon learn. Every world has its rules. The girls here and the white girls a street over and the rent boys in the connecting street. They all here so they can do their thing - keep out of the way of the regular folk. City leaves them be so long as they stay invisible. Just a raid now and then, a night in the cells and a fine maybe, just to keep up appearances like." The Lexus took a turn into the connecting street and sure enough there were young men. Jerome laughed again. "A whole different world here. The girls, the rent boys, the trans hookers - all got their own places and their own codes. Ain't much unites them except looking down on Fountains. Which is where we are about to be." The vehicle made a last turn This was a smaller, shorter, street and there were fewer hookers plying their trade but true to Jerome's words they were all of a type. Not quite like the trans street-walkers they had passed. These were clearly young men under their make-up and despite sometimes wearing feminine clothes. The Lexus pulled to a halt and on cue a shadow seemed to emerge from an unlit corner. It was a man in his early fifties, unless a hard life had aged him prematurely. He looked out of place among the simpering pretty boys but Jordyn still instinctively knew that Fountains was this man's world. "Jerome - it's been a while." The man's voice had the same rasping quality as that of Jerome himself, the result no doubt of decades of cigarettes. Like Jerome he was also thin almost skinny, but with an obvious toughness about him. Otherwise there were distinct differences between the two men. Jerome was a proud lion, the obvious apex of his ecosystem. This man looked more sly, more feral, he was unimaginable outside of these decaying city streets. He was African-American but with a lighter skin-tone than that of Jerome. "But we both still here Wolf my man. Business good?" Wolf shrugged expressively. "Not so bad but I'm guessing if you here that means you wanting a favor yeah?" The words were spoken without accusation or annoyance. It was crystal clear that these two men had known each other very well for a long time. Wolf led the way as the Lexus pulled off the street and into a barely lit space behind a derelict rowhouse. If the porn store's back lot had seemed out of sight then this place was truly invisible. Out of sight and out of mind - just like Jerome had suggested. The driver signalled to Jordyn to stay put as he himself got out of his car to talk to his friend. "You know Kyle, been with Lewis, I'm looking to find him a new place." Wolf spat expressively onto the floor and lit a fresh cigarette. "What the fuck man. You don't think I got enough fucking tweakers. A couple of years back I could have done something with him but his fucking brains are mush. Put him in one of my places and he'll cause trouble. Send him escorting and he'll lose me customers." Jerome lit his own cigarette. "How long you been in this business? You know that little fag real well behaved so long as he got a cock in his hole or the prospect of one. Maybe no good for escorting but he can work here and you can keep him at it long hours. Boy on the street ain't causing no trouble at home." "Little fucker wouldn't last long. Maybe a couple of years if he's lucky." Wolf looked hard at Jerome, even in the darkness his black eyes were intense. Jerome gave an expressive shrug and sheltered as his upbringing had been Jordyn understood that shrug. Jerome and Lewis were done with the boy - once with Wolf he wasn't their concern or even of interest to them. Jordyn felt a little shiver run right through him at just how casually that shrug had been delivered. Wolf snorted, blowing a long plume of smoke into the night air. "Even so..." Jerome smiled a knowing smile. "Yeah like you'd turn down two year's clear profit on that hole. But I'll play the game. I got a little incentive for you. Got plans for a breaking-in party." He tapped on the hood of his car and gestured to Jordyn. Jordyn's legs felt shaky as he got out of the car and felt Wolf's attention turn onto him. He was only a couple of inches taller than Jordyn himself but the pimp's eyes shared the commanding power of Jerome's and those eyes were checking him out. "This is Jordyn. You gonna lie to me and tell me you ain't interested?" Wolf paused and drew cigarette smoke deep into his lungs. "Cute little fucker for sure but he looks a little basic, a little vanilla. He know what he's getting into? He know what we do to cute little fuckers like him?" "Tell him what you want Jordyn." That cold smile was back on Jerome's face now, the smile of assured domination. Jordyn tried to summon up some saliva into his dry mouth. "I want you and your friends to fuck me, to ruin me, to wreck my tight little hole and make the world understand who I really am." Well he surely had Wolf's interest now. The older man moved up close to Jordyn. He clicked his fingers. Jerome laughed. "He ain't trained yet." "Well it's time he fucking started," growled Wolf. "On your knees faggot." Jordyn got down on his knees in front of a much older Black man for the second time that evening. He tentatively reached for Wolf's pants. Wolf's hand cuffed him on the back of the head. Not very hard but surely enough to feel it. "Hands behind your back you dumb fag." Jordyn obeyed, his head still ringing a little. "I click my fingers you get in that position. Understood? Fuck up and you know what happens. I been in this game a while. I know how to not leave visible marks and if you lose a few thousand brain cells what the fuck does that matter. You only need to know how to look pretty, suck, fuck and take cum. That right?" "Yes sir," responded Jordyn. Wolf eased down his pants and shorts, just enough to release his cock. It was almost a match for Jerome's. Long and thick and potent with masculine power. "What you waiting for?" Just like that, as if it was nothing, Jordyn opened his mouth and took that Big Black Cock inside. His first time sucking cock. It should have been a big moment, a turning point in his life. Instead it just felt natural and inevitable. When a boy like Jordyn was with men like Jerome and Wolf then he was going to end up sucking cock, he was going to end up doing a lot more than just sucking cock. It was just the way things were. He'd imagined doing it a thousand times and now he tried to do his best. Tried to conjure up more spittle to make it good and wet for his man. "Watch them fucking teeth," growled Wolf, "or I'll knock them out of your head." "So you interested in helping ruin his tight little fag cunt?" That was Jerome Jordyn didn't hear the answer but he didn't need to. All his concentration was focused on sucking that beautiful Black cock. He felt like he had been made for this, that this was why he had been put on Earth. To give pleasure to men like Wolf and Jerome. He felt a hand on the back of his head. Not cuffing him this time but just holding him, a gesture of possession, of control. Fuck but he loved that! Jerome spoke again. "Best thing about little femboy faggots is what real men's cum does to them. Every drop they swallows just frazzles their fucking brain cells a little bit more. Every bit of hesitation, every bit of doubt, every bit of free will - all burned out by that special seed. Till he's had so much he's just a mindless little faggot, just holes for men to fuck and breed." As Jerome spoke Wolf took Jordyn's head in both hands and began to pump his hard shaft deep into the younger man's mouth. Jordyn wanted to bring his hands up from behind his back but he fought not to. Tried to relax and stop himself choking on all that meat in his mouth. Rode the experience until Wolf's fingers tightened in Jordyn's hair and pulses of thick cum shot into his mouth and over his tongue. Again he tried to keep himself in the zone, to ignore the unfamiliar taste of the man's cum in his mouth, to avoid gagging or choking. As Wolf stepped back Jordyn finally had to surrender to his need to cough. He quickly pulled a hand up to cover his mouth as he did so. Making sure he didn't lose any of that potent cum. "That's it boy - don't let none go to waste. You need to swallow all that cum if you gonna be a mindless little faggot fuckhole. Thass right aint it?" Jordyn looked up at Jerome and for the first time noticed the phone in his hand. The man was filming him but Jordyn found he only hoped he had put on a good show. It came naturally to him to open his mouth for the camera and let it see the heavy load of cum there. Then to carefully, very carefully, close his mouth and swallow it all down. He couldn't help smiling as he then reopened his mouth to show Jerome and his camera that it was empty now. "Little fucker has potential," said Wolf tucking his cock away. "So you'll take Kyle and help break this one in. Be like old times. Double-teaming a dumb little cunt like BoiFagBarbie here." Wolf laughed and nodded before turning and heading back to his patch. Soon they were once more in the Lexus and headed back through the streets. Back to normal life which for Jordyn now was the parking lot of a porn store. He was lost in his own thoughts, processing all that had happened, Jerome only spoke as they arrived. "You done OK for a dumb sissy fag. Be back here at two tomorrow." He was supposed to be in college tomorrow afternoon but Jordyn knew that he would be skipping classes. He knew what was important and where he needed to be

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As a married man, I can only offer my personal insights. I’m sure I am not the only married man whose wife won’t even attempt anal. I have always had a thing for breeding younger guy ass. Most ass, compared to pussy, are typically tighter and I never hit bottom; my wife complains if I get too rough and if I keep poking the floor of her pussy. Than their is the whole social stigma that’s two guys fucking is wrong and immoral. So not only am I fucking another dude, I’m also fucking social norms. Than of course their is the entire removal of any possibility of pregnancy. When I lived with guys I was fucking, I typically unloaded into them at least a couple times a day, usually more. I never had any afterthought if they remembered to take their bith control or not. It was so sexually liberating. Now that I rarely find local guys I want to fuck, but when I do, I am unleashing months, if not more, of sexual frustration into my subs ass. again, this is just my personal opinion.

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I had been at the local gay pub here in Brisbane in wickham terrace, if you know you know. I had been heavily drinking due to a recent breakup, was feeling very unloved and needy at the time. I was living with a good mate, we had an amazing apartment, cheap, in the heart of the city and close to the SOP and gay drinking spot. So hookups was easily arranged, my housemate and I were pretty open and never stopped each other from having fun. This particular weekend however he had family and friends staying over and having a party. Not wanting to be a burdon I took myself to the watering hole and got my self stupidly drunk. Half way through the drinking fest I decided to head back home and grab my other pack of ciggeretes rather than wasting money on another pack. Walking up the street more so stumbling I stop to catch my breath. At 29 years old I was a stocky guy, medium hairy, small cut cock big nuts, was more a bottom and generally wearing a jockstrap 99.99 % of the time these days. Stopping near a empty car parking lot I hear someone say “come over” standing still as I try to determine if I actually heard someone or it was my imagination. “Yeah you mate, come here” the gruff voice spoke again. Without any concern for my own safety I walk into the not so well lit carpark and as I turn I see a scruffy hairy guy on the concrete garden wall staring at me. Looking at him I instantly could tell he was homeless, had his bag beside him, dirty clothes, scruffy beard and I could smell piss, stale cum and booze on him. “Got a smoke mate?” He looks at me as I fumble and go to get my last cig for him, I move closer and as I am about to hand it to him, he reaches out and starts rubbing my crotch as he grins at me. Smiling at him, he goes for my zipper and pulls it down as he unbuttons me and drops my jeans, he moves forward and pulls my jockstrap to the side as he places his mouth around my soft cock as it starts to hardon. Moaning I let him suck me as I rub my hand through his greasy hair as I start humping his mouth as he sucks harder. Grunting as I feel him tug at my nuts almost blowing my load I can feel my precum leaking hard. Looking down he is unzipping himself and pulls out this thick hard at least 8 inches uncut and very hairy prick. He stops sucking as he leans back and strokes his cock. Without thinking I get down on my knees and can smell his ripe cheesy cock right away. I get my mouth on his cock and start licking under his foreskin as he grunts as he takes the cigerette I dropped beside him and lights up. Sucking on his overhang of skin as I clean his greasy cock, grunting as I feel him swell and thicken. I start bobbing up and down getting him harder. I don’t know how long I was sucking him for but I was starting to feel my drunk buzz wear off and became more aware of what I was doing and could be begging for trouble. As if he was aware he produced a bottle of cheap vodka and told me to drink, pulling off his meaty cock I took the bottle and took a swig grimicing at the harsh cheap sting the alcohol hitting back of my throat. “Take another hit” he grins as he strokes my hard little cock. Taking another swig, followed by another as he takes the bottle from me, I feel that buzz kicking back in as he moves me into a position on my knees over the brick wall. Feeling him behind me I giggle as I feel his thick cock between my chubby arse cheeks. “Do you have a rubber” I moan, he grunts and says sure, I hear him behind me as he opens a package and hear that familiar rubbber snap as he moves his cock back between my cheeks, I reach behind me to check and feel the rubber over his cock “I got it on pig fucking hell” he grunts, I place my hand back on the wall for stablity. I hear him spit on his cock as it hits my tight hole. He pushes as I grunt “Shuttup or we will get caught, stupid fuck” he harshly whispers at me as I put my hand over my mouth as he forces himself in me, straining I can feel the pop as his engorged head slides inside my tight hole. Not been fucked for a few months really bought tears to my eyes as he pushed in more, forcing his cock inch by inch as I start to shake. “Fuckkkk stop please your too big” I whimper softly. Knowing he heard me but chose to ignore my pitiful plea as he grabbed my hips and shoved in harder slamming deep in me as his nuts hit mine. He grunt and starts fucking, not getting any chance to accept his thickness, he pounds away at my hole. The grunting turning me on. He fucks harder and faster, biting down on my hand as I whine and grunt with each thrust that he gives me. I feel him slam deep and shudder as he is cumming, sweat dripping off him onto me all I can smell is his sweaty scent. He pulls out and rips the rubber off and throws it into the darkness. He sits back breathing heavily as he clicks his fingers and points to his cock I get down and take him back in my mouth, tasting his strong thick cum as I feel his cock head throb and more cum leaks out as I greedily suck it from his cock and swallow it… Tasting metalic too but definite can taste myself on his cock thinking it strange as he was rubbered up. Tapping me on the head telling me to stop he sighs as I release his cock. “Thanks needed that” he grins at me. “Anytime” I stay there on my knees still half naked hoping his was gunna finish me off, but he grabbed his pants and pulled on the cord and did himself up as he finished the smoke, asking me if I had any more and told him I was on my way back to get another pack and go back to drinking. Telling me he was spending the night here and to go get him some and he would see about fucking me again if I was interested. Thinking about it, and it cudda been the alcohol or just the sheer need of wanting to be wanted even if just my hole to get off. I said he could crash in my secure parking, I had my own car park space that was secure from the rest of parking with its own pull down door so was private. Without a response he grabbed his back and said lead the way, pulling my pants up I take him up the road and lead him down the car park entrance as I put my code in as the door opens he follows me closly. Walking down the concrete hallway I get to my door and open the roller door as he walks inside and I mention I have a cot set up at the back I usually come down here to get away from the housemate and have my own space, toys and lube my laptop is there with porn on it. Grinning at me he drops his bag and starts to get naked as he gets to his underwear and looks at me and asks if I want another fucking, grinning I start to strip and get down on all fours over the cot as I feel him behind me rubbing my hole. He mentions he hasn’t any more rubbers and I don’t have any he says “I could just fuck you raw, I promise I wont cum in you” my head in two places as I simply nod and confirm “you wont cum in me??” Nodding he spits on his cock and I notice it slides in easier this time, I feel very wet all of a sudden, grunting as he slides in deep hearing him sigh as he starts fucking me in a steady rythem, “Once I cum it takes me a while to cum again” hr groans as he keeps fucking, I push back as I enjoy the senstion of letting him fuck me raw, the thought of him raw turning me on. He continually spits on his cock and keeps me lubed up. We mustve been fucking for at least 30 mins and at about that mark I feel him shudder as he slides in deep and takes a minute. “Are you ok?” I mention as I feel his cock throb in me as he moans softly. “Yeah pig just catching my breath” he starts fucking again, I feel very wet and can feel something dripping down my hole down my legs, putting it down to spit and sweat I push back, another 15 mins later he stops and sighs again as he calls me a dirty pig as his cock throbs, telling me to be still or he will cum… few minutes later he starts fucking again this time harder and rougher making me whimper as he snarls at me. “Dirty fucking faggot taking my nasty homeless cock, I wanna blow my load in ya guts pigs, where do you want my nasty fucking homeless load you faggot?” He growls. Thinking he is roleplaying I push back and beg him to cum, “fuck me harder, fuck this faggot, blow your load all over my hole or my face” grunting as I feel his speed pick up. “Beg me to dump it in you pig” hr grunts as he spits on my face. Confused and starting to feel my hole tense up shooting pains down my legs “please, don’t cum in me… cum on my face or down my throat” whimpering “Yeah you want my load in ya don’t ya faggot” he grunts as he slams deeper “No, not in me please” I whimper as I try to pull forward Hearing him growl as he slams forward and strains as I feel his cock throb in me yet again as he growls “yeahhhhh take my nasty homeless load faggot fuckkk yeahhhhhhhh” he cooes. He lets go of me as he pulls out, I turn around shocked he looks at me and says “fuck that was hot” he grins. “You said you wouldn’t cum in me” I say shakily as I go to stand up. “Sorry I couldn’t help myself, you felt so good and I just lost control, how about you go up grab the smokes and come back and have a drink and get more aqauntied with my cock pig” he smiles Looking at him, he looked ok, so I grabbed my jeans and pulled them up, leaving him in the garage I go up the elevator to my floor, opening up to loud music and a few people I didn’t know. There were a few of the bears from the bar I had been drinking at. Smiling at me as I return the smiles and nod my head as I beeline it towards my room, grabbing a drink along the way and quenching my parched throat to the sweet nector of the drink. Pushing my way into my room as I close the door halfway as I go searching for my stash. Looking around I don’t notice as one of the guys come in. He coughs slightly and says eveing to me as I turn around shocked and startled. Grinning at me I ease as I return the evening and ask him if he is having fun. “I was having fun shame as I was looking for you at the bar but you had disappeared that was over an hour ago, where did you wonder off too, givin ive just seen you come back here now and been here for a while myself” he mentions as he steps closer. “I stopped and got some air and kinda hooked up” I grin as I blush at him. “Hooked up hey…… wouldn’t have been with that homeless guy in the parking lot on the way here would it” he smirks at me, shocked as I blushed harder as he steps up to me and pushes his hand down the back of jeans as he touches my wet arse. “Ohhh and he loaded ya too did he” he grunts as he slips his finger inside me as I reach out and grab his furry arm to steady myself as I whimper “He did, he fucked me a few times but came in me once…. By accident” I whimper as he undoes my belt and button and pulls my zipper down. “Accident… sure…. He probably blew in you more than the once, he is known for that” he grins as he fingers my sloppy hole harder as he manuvures me over the bed on all fours as I hear him unzip himself. “No need for a rubber then if he has already bred ya is there pig? He looks down at me as I look behind and see a fat uncut 7 inch thicker than the homeless cock protruding out his fly. Rubbing his cock over my arse I whimper as he pushes forward he reaches down and places his hand over my mouth as he thrusts his hips forward hard as his cock lodges and splits me open. Muffled screaming into his hand it didn’t take long for my arse to stretch and the pain gave way to pleasure as he started fucking me. Grunting and gruffing as he sweated over me pushing his cock deeper inside me. The door opened and in walked another guy I remembered from the bar, he closed the door and locked it behind me as he sauntered over to the bed and unzipped himself as he crawled up onto the bed and presented me with his 6 inch fat thick cock cock hairy half way up his cock a thick bush at the base and so sweaty he pushes his cock on my lips as I open and he rams his cock in me. They start talking to each other so casual as if I werent there being dicked by em on my bed with a group of people right outside the door. “You heading out after this to the next party Chav?” The guy behind me fucking me spoke to the one down my throat. “Yeah, gunna see Dave and the others and decide what to do from there, prob head to the Den and loose another load if I feel up for it, by the way your doing him raw? The guy down my throat spoke back. “Yeah doing him raw, you know Baz the homeless guy he has already dumped a load, well prob a few knowing him, so no need for rubbers now who knows what he has right” the guy fucking me replies as he picks up and starts fucking hard, feeling his heavy nuts slap mine as I listen to the conversation and break out in a cold sweat worrying myself. “Awwww yeah im gunna nut in him, you can fuck him after im done bud” as he grabs my hips and digs his fingers into my hips and pulls me back on his cock as he lodges himself in me, feeling his throbbing cock at my 2nd entrance pumping his batter inside me. My muffled groans as I gag on the guys cock as I feel the guys load pump inside my guts. He withdraws as he walks around to the side of the bed as the guy pulls out my mouth and moves behind me. I get the cum coated cock shoved in my mouth as he tells me to clean him up as his mate slides easily into my cum coated arse. “Fuck he is wet, I bet the guy blew a few loads in him now your load fuck it feels good. Not gunna last long will add my nasty load and we can bail” the guy who had just face fucked me and now pumping away at my arse. I suck the guys cock cleaning his greasy cum covered prick as he sneers at me. “Yeah you dirty fuck, guess there really isnt a need to wear rubbers anymore, you let a homeless guy fuck you you pig who knows what the fuck he has” he leers at me as I shudder as I feel his mate grinding harder at my arse as he starts groaning feeling him push harder into me as he unloads. The cock slides out my mouth and my arse at the same time, groaning as I collapse on the bed panting. Watching them pull their pants up and ignore me as they leave the room talking about their next plans for the night. The door quietly half closes. Its only a few minutes and this fat chubby older guy would have been about 55 yrs old comes in and closes and locks the door as he looks at me, im half dozing so I smile and mumble something not even trying to cover up. He grabs a cup that was on my night table something alcoholic as he passes it to me and tells me to drink it all. Happily gulping down the mixture as I feel him move behind me. “They did you raw?” He asks as his thick finger slightly grazes my cummy tender hole, shuddering as I nod. “Its been so long since ive fucked raw, not many let me these days” he almost whispers as I watch him with his other hand move his zipper down as he slides his fingers inside his zipper and starts playing with himself. Without speaking I spread my legs and stay face down, the alcohol kicking back in as my head spins. I hear him drop his pants as he gets on top and I feel his thick cock force inside me as I gasp. “Fuck yeah you pig, let daddy inside you. Naughty faggot son letting those men breed you, you know they aint clean right. Your chute filled with nasty dirty seed and now letting daddy knock you up with his bugged cock” he growls as he grinds his hips and starts hitting that spot as I grown and push my arse back to meet his thrusts. Grunting on top of me, he gives me a good few minutes of solid fucking. Suddenly he moans a really deep gutteral groan and I can feel his cock throbbing as he unloads. Once done he pulls out and pulls his pants back on as he walks around my side I see the tattoo just above his pubic bone as he tucks his shirt in of a bio hazard symbol with a scorpian over the symbol. He pats my head and tells me Im a good pig for letting him nut in me but I shouldve gotten him to rubber up, however he is grateful I didn’t. Smiling at me he takes his leave. Looking at the clock, I realise ive been up here for almost an hour and taken 3 raw loads and almost forgot about the homelss guy. I reach for my clothes as I dress myself groaning as I feel the cum leak out of me. I grab the smokes and slip out of my unit to the elevators and back down to the garage. I walk into my unit and I hear talking and walk in on the homeless guy who fucked me and two other hairy scruffy older blocks, sitting there in their sweaty jocks obviosly waiting for me.. One of them speaks “Finally he is here. I get to go first” he states as he looks at me. What Have I gotten myself into? I start trembling……

It sounds like the talented good boy did a great job for his daddy. That man was very lucky that he found someone that was able to take care of his needs and load. You are indeed a good boy.

Chapter 11 - New Game, New Rules That night he dreamed a new dream. He dreamed of Jerome. Jordyn was helpless, he wasn't sure if he was tied or not but he knew that he could not move or even make the decision to move. Jerome stood in front of him naked. His Big Black Cock was hard, beautiful but awesomely menacing. Potent with charged poz seed. There was a noise of voices behind him, male voices, but try as he might Jordyn could not see how many men were out there in the darkness. All he could tell from their voices was that they were coming closer. "About your last chance to use your brains here you dumb little faggot. Say the word and I'll take you home." Jordyn didn't know if he wanted to say the word, didn't know what the word was that he was meant to say even if he had done. He felt confusion and then in dream-logic realised that he was gagged, felt the plastic ball against his teeth. He couldn't speak even if he wanted to. Jordyn felt a warm flood of relief and pleasure surge through his whole body. He didn't have to worry about anything. His Owner would make sure that he got just what he wanted and deserved and that felt so good. So natural. So right. *** The lies were coming easier and easier. Cashing in on the years of being a good boy, exploiting their belief that they had successfully moulded him in their desired image. This time it had been that he had a study break today. He knew that he had to stay home. If he went out and his parents got back before him and found an unidentified letter addressed to him then they would open it - he knew that. He didn't want them to find out the truth that way. Especially after what he had been sent on his phone that morning. It was a video. Just a couple of minutes long, a montage of scenes. First there was himself leaving his house and getting into his car. Next he was talking to a couple of fellow students under the large sign of his Christian College. Then there was a grainy scene of himself on his knees on the asphalt behind the porn store. It looked like security cam footage and it looked like he was sucking the cock of the unidentifiable man there with him. He hadn't been but that didn't matter - it looked like he was. The last of the clips making up the montage was much clearer, much less explainable. Jordyn was front and center, naked and lying on a bed holding his legs up to expose his hole. The words of Jerome and his own answers came through the speakers. "Tell me what you want boy." "I want you to fuck me sir." A slight hesitation. "I want you to fuck me and breed me sir. I want you to knock me up." "Acting like a young man who needs to be turned out. You know what 'turned out' means fagboy?" "Yes sir. Please turn me out sir - give me or sell me to your friends. I want to be your boifag whore." Then a dark screen and a familiar voice. "You heard what the dumb little slut asked for. He's called Jordyn Myers but he's gonna be BoiFagBarbie. At the moment that hole is cherry and neg but it won't be for long. Those interested in getting the job done right well you know who to contact." That was all there was. He saw the clip had been sent to him and also to a group. How many contacts were in that group? How many people had seen that video? It was undeniable that it was him on the screen, his voice begging to be fucked and bred. What if someone he knew saw it? It would be perfect. The realization was sudden and stark. It was what needed to happen - but not yet. He hadn't earned it yet - but he would soon. Once his parents were out of the house he set to doing his exercises as Spice had directed. He wore some of the clothing that she had supplied him. Nothing ridiculously sissy but certainly faggy enough. Making him feel so good and so much more himself as he worked through his repetitions. The squats, bridges, leg lifts and more. Working on his core strength while leaving any possible muscle build up to his rear end alone. Firming and toning his bubble butt. He filmed himself all the way through and then sent it to Jerome. Perhaps he would cut some into the next video he sent out. Jordyn wanted the men to know just how hard he was working to make himself ready for them. Talking of which - he found his lube and the smallest of the toys Spice had given him. He explored his hole first with his fingers and then with the toy. All the while making sure he was front and center of his phone's camera lens. He was the star of this little show, finding positions where his face was visible, the motions of the toy into his hole matched by the little flapping movements of his balls and his cage. It felt less than great at first but he soon got into the rhythmn. He felt brave and switched up to the next largest toy. That was stretching him a little much and he began to gasp and pant with the sensations flowing through him. He began to chant words, almost unconsciously, as he fucked himself. "I need poz cock, I need poz cock, I need poz cock..." Kept saying the words, his eyes glazed and his cheeks flushed, as he built to his sissy-gasm, the cum dribbling out of his cage. He took a moment to get his breath and then glanced at the other, larger, toys Spice had sent him. He wasn't ready for them yet but he had time and soon he would be. He needed to take them all. So he would be ready for the men. So he would not embarrass his Owner. That clip was sent off to Jerome too. The postal delivery arrived but there was nothing for him. He was disappointed but it sort of made sense. There hadn't been much time for Jerome to get something in the post. Jordyn tried to get on with something but it was impossible - his mind was with Jerome, with the men watching his video. Would they be interested? How many? had they done this before and how often? He thought he knew the answers to all of those questions and they were incredibly exciting but also starkly terrifying. This was out of his own control now and he knew it. If he needed reminding then he had the large bruise on his butt cheek. You could just about make out the fingers. There was no bruise on his face despite the slap he had received there. That might have been luck but Jordyn didn't think so. He understood that his Owner had known just what he was doing. Jordyn had sorted himself something to eat before he glanced out onto the road and saw they had more mail. He immediately knew what had happened. His rules had been hand-delivered. Going out he found the envelope marked 'Jordyn BFB'. It was as well he had stayed home. That would surely have enticed his mother into opening it. She was every bit as nosey as she was puritanical. She also never failed to devise an 'appropriate' reason to justify her snooping. Anyway he opened it and read the covering note. 'You say your prayers boy? Well now you say these rules at least three times a day, more when you can. Video yourself each time and send each recording to me. J.' The rules were on another sheet of paper. Jordyn set his phone to record and then began to read them out loud. '1) My birth name is Jordan Myers. I now spell it J-O-R-D-Y-N at all times. My true identity is BoiFagBarbie and I am the property of Master Jerome.' '2) As the property of Master Jerome I will obey him in all things.' '3) As the property of Master Jerome I do not need to think. All important decisions will be made by Master Jerome and I will comply willingly without protest, argument or excuse.' '4) As the property of Master Jerome my body, my mouth and my boi pussy all belong to Master Jerome. To enjoy and to exploit as he and he alone decides.' '5) As the property of Master Jerome I will always appear at my best when in his presence or in the presence of his associates or clients, I will keep my body perfectly shaved and smooth. I will wear makeup as Master Jerome prefers and directs. If Master Jerome requires me to adjust my appearance I will do so without argument or protest. I understand that my appearance is important only in as much as it pleases Master Jerome.' '6) As the property of Master Jerome I will always dress to be at my most attractive and faggy when in his presence or in the presence of his associates or clients. When he orders me to wear a certain outfit I will wear it. When he dislikes any of my clothing I will destroy it. However he wishes me to dress I will do so without discussion or hesitation. I understand that my look and my body are of worth only in so much as they please Master Jerome.' '7) As the property of Master Jerome I will be available for his pleasure at any time and in any place he sees fit to use me. I will always make sure I am fresh and clean and prepared for whatever use he chooses to make of me.' '8) As the property of Master Jerome I will be available for the use of others at his discretion. I understand that as his property I will serve to the best of my abilities whoever Master Jerome lends or rents me to.' '9) As the property of Master Jerome I understand that the duration of his ownership will be decided by Master Jerome and only by Master Jerome My commitment to him is permanent and unlimited and cannot be ended other than by Master Jerome himself.' '10) As the property of Master Jerome I understand that I must obey all current rules without hesitation or limitation. I also understand that I must follow any further additional rules dictated by Master Jerome whatever their nature and content. I understand that any and all rules, whatever their nature and potential consequences, are designed to fulfil my sole purpose - the bringing of pleasure and / or profit to Master Jerome.' '11) As the property of Master Jerome I understand any major breach of the rules or repeated minor breach of the rules on my part will be taken as proof that I am unworthy to be the property of Master Jerome. I understand that being owned by Master Jerome is a privilege and not a right.' '12) As the property of Master Jerome I waive all rights to potential or possible future legal redress against Master Jerome or any associate of Master Jerome or any future owner to whom Master Jerome may hand me on or sell me.' '13) As the property of Master Jerome and understanding the full possible consequences of such I, JORDYN MYERS, unequivocally grant my unlimited consent to all and any actions, activities or consequences arising from my said status. I do so in the full knowledge that whenever my interests and the interests of Master Jerome conflict then the latter will always take precedence.' '14) As the property of Master Jerome I understand that any decision to pierce or permanently mark my body will be left solely to Master Jerome. When he decides to mark me he will chose the designs and locations of all such permanent markings.' '15) As the property of Master Jerome I understand that the use of all recreational and PNP drugs will be solely at the discretion of Master Jerome. I will not use without his permission. Should Master Jerome decide the use of such materials is appropriate then I will follow his directions without hesitation since my sole purpose is to be the best possible boi pussy for Master Jerome.' '16) As the property of Master Jerome I understand that men want to fuck my boi pussy bare. No condoms will ever be used in any circumstances.' '17) As the property of Master Jerome I understand that I exist solely for the pleasure of Master Jerome and those he lends or rents me to. No load of cum will ever be refused and I will never ask a man to pull out of my boi pussy under any circumstances. I will be used and will take all cum where and as Master Jerome orders or as those he lends or rents me to may desire.' '18) As the property of Master Jerome I understand that the decision for me to go onto PrEP or any other protection against infection with HIV is an important decision and so will be left solely to Master Jerome. I understand that Master Jerome's experience and status make him far better qualified to judge my needs and best interests in such matters. I further understand that Master Jerome has never yet felt such protection appropriate for his boi fags.' '19) I understand that Master Jerome orders me to be a true femboy and I also understand what that means - 19a) A true femboy's destiny is to be owned by real men. 19b) A true femboy's destiny is be a fucked up little slut. 19c) A true femboy's destiny is to be turned out. 19d) A true femboy's destiny is to take poz cum. 19e) A true femboy's destiny is to get knocked up. 19f) A true femboy's destiny is to be ruined for his Master's pleasure in all of the above ways and also in any other ways his Master decides may please his Master or his friends.' '20) I am Jordyn Myers - spelled J-O-R-D-Y-N - and I am BoiFagBarbie and I am a true femboy. I welcome all of my destiny. Please make it happen Master Jerome.' His throat was dry when he finished reciting it. The process of sight-reading had almost meant the words had flowed through his mind without him totally comprehending them but he had understood enough. Especially that last part. There was a notification from his phone and he saw an emoji indicating approval from that certain number. He felt a thrill of pride and realised his little pink clitty was once again pressing hard against the unyielding surface of his cage. There was a second copy of the rules enclosed with a place for his signature. Before he could re-read the rules, before the poor defeated self-protecting side of his brain could raise any protests, Jordyn had signed the second copy and placed it in the envelope. He put it into his bag and dropped it off at the porn store the following day. As time passed, as he chanted all of those words three times daily into his phone through four solid weeks, the nature of the little ritual changed. Firstly, he came to recognise the importance, the meaning and the weight of every single word. Secondly, he memorised those words until he didn't need the paper any more. He could chant that litany wherever and whenever he had a few moments. He didn't stop at only three times a day. If he had the chance he would chant it more - five, six, seven times as the opportunities arose. That seventh recital received the usual emoji in response but also a few precious words from Jordyn's Owner. "Dumb little sluts get what they deserve. The plans are in progress." There was that thrill of fear through his now honed and trained body but following on behind was the huge rush of sexual excitement. The combination that Jordyn felt might be better than any drug, Not that he knew much about drugs. Coming from his family he had seldom even drunk a glass of wine. At first the rule about drugs concerned him - just as when that old bastard on the forum had wanted to get him hooked on meth. With time though the concern quickly faded. His Master knew so much more about such things and besides when his Master wanted something... '2) As the property of Master Jerome I will obey him in all things.' All of those readings also had a more subtle effect. He knew the words by heart and with each recital he steadily came to understand that they weren't mere words. They were instead a rendition of how things really were. You couldn't question them any more than you questioned the sunrise or the sunset. They were just how it was in the new world he was exploring. Just as in his head space he was now Jordyn and not Jordan so he knew that he was really BoiFagBarbie and that BoiFagBarbie followed the rules without question, hesitation or indeed any need for thought at all. All of them and to the letter. That settled matters and he stopped worrying about such things. It was all quite simple. Master Jerome would decide and his BoiFagBarbie would obey. That was how it was and that was how it was meant to be.

(continued) He finished running brushing my smooth chest and continued by running the backside of his hand down to my light treasure trail. Skillfully, and without hesitation, he unbuttoned by jeans. With that, he departed for the drinks. Watching what was taking place, not only with those immediately surrounding us but also with all the other eyes on the patio which were fixed on us, the man with the black jeans and boots moved behind me, Not long after he began to grind his cock into my back while reaching around and placing his hands down the front of my jeans. Here I was, a jock barely out of school, in the middle of the outdoor patio leather bar, taking it all in. My cock was becoming more and more ridged as the moments passed. Like in the dungeon, my uncle was observing all that was taking place, while also drawing the eyes of others who wanted to get fucked by a 30 something stud. The dude who had gone for the drinks returned and handed me and my uncle our whiskey on the rocks. He said with a whispered tone, “drink up.” Not thinking twice, I downed the Maker’s Mark. The conversation turned to what they had heard and seen. The had seen myself and the young muscled wrestler in the video in the dungeon. I asked, “What did you think?” the man with the mustache answered, “ You look like you knew what you were doing.” I replied, “I’ve had practice.” He asked, “Why isn’t the blond wrestler here?” I said, “We’re just getting started.” He said, “That’s what I’m counting on.” Looking around the pation it was getting more and more crowded. So crowded that it was hard to move. More and more men in only jeans and boots, were on the patio. I was a hot summer day, probably in the upper 90s, so everyone was getting sweaty. Many of the men passing by my side managed to rub their shirtless sweaty torso on me. I was collecting massive amounts of sweat and beginning to smell – I can of liked it. As a teenager in a leather bar, I was the eye candy and knew that my time was going to be limited. My uncle nodded to me and we moved through the crowd back inside, hit up the bartender for another drink (which ended being free) and then took the stairs to the second floor where there was a balcony and pool table. Sipping the drink we watched as the men ordered drinks and moved to the outside patio. Although only 18, I could hold my liquor, but I began to feel a little different and I couldn’t clearly focus. Everything was going on around me, the lights, the porn on the screens, the music, the pool, yet it was becoming more difficult to focus. Had the bartender, or someone else, put something into my drink?

Rick POV Laying in bed I was thinking I couldn't imagine how lucky I had gotten with Dan. When I first met him that young man who never had a real experience with another man and now I was breeding him. He wasn't like the other boys I met via online apps or even the ones at the bars. He was innocent and untouched. He was also straight and a top which made it more of a quest. He knew what a bottom needed and made them moan and he was enjoying the other end of it. I was also so happy he held out. I was nervous he wouldn't make it and get fucked my another POZ and have HIV already. I would have fucked him but it wouldn't be the same. His pussy is so hot. I've had young taking before but his has a mind of its own. Its shape, how it remains so tight and its involuntary spasm and milking is unlike any piece of ass I have had in memory. I also do care for him. He is so sweet and fun to be around. Youthful but not immature, fit but not bulky, and very flexible. I have so many plans for him. He has no idea what lies ahead for him.

This helped alot thank you

Was about 10 I had my first sex lessons from Dad and grandad 11 when he made me cum for the first time Never seen any wrong doing in it

Chapter 7 - Jordan and Jordyn The man handed the license back and tapped it with a long finger. "You are Jordan Myers huh." Jordan nodded. What else was he supposed to do? "Like fuck you are faggot," said the man. "Now Jordan - that's a man's name in my book. You don't look like no fucking man - maybe a faggy boy but no way a man." He leaned across and grasped Jordan's wrist. His grip was like iron and proved that, whatever his age, the aura of strength and power given off by the man was no delusion. Pulling the smaller and weaker Jordan behind him the man strode round to the back of the store, out of the vision of anyone arriving there. Jordan didn't resist - resisting a man like that didn't seem either smart or likely to get you anything but big trouble. The back of the store housed the garbage dumpsters and then a space of empty land, grown rank with weeds. Beyond was the derelict works with its many windows all broken and redolent of desolation and decay. There was no-one around and no-one to see whatever happened here. "This is kinda my office for things like this," said the man, "nice and private." His smile wasn't reassuring. "Show me faggy boy - show me how you're claiming to be a man, to grade as a Jordan. Take off that fucking top." Jordan stripped off his top. He was too scared, too excited, too almost out of his mind to even think of refusing. This man had a natural authority, a gravitas that made Jordan himself feel so weak, so helpless, so insignificant. Some people controlled a situation and some lost control of it. That was just the way things were. It was terrifying but that didn't mean it wasn't right, that it wasn't natural. The cooler air made Jordan's nipples stand proud. The man nodded. "Flat chested bee-stinged bitch ain't ya but I'm saying you still way too weak and puny for anyone to call you a man. Lose the fucking pants and anything else you wearing down there - let me see what you got to offer." Jordan undid his pants and let them drop. His cock was hard even if it was a little too small to be obvious through his underwear. The man made a gesture and Jordan dropped them too. His little pink penis stood hard and at attention, almost a full three inches. The man looked at him and laughed. "See boy - you ain't no man. A man has a cock." He stepped forward and eased down his own pants and shorts. Oh fuck! Nine inches of thick coal-black cock and it wasn't even fully hard yet. Jordan saw that it was still growing and it didn't care about the cool air. It was ready to claim a hungry faggot hole. The man came up close to Jordan and put the hard warm meat of his cock against Jordan's tiny pink penis. "Now this is a cock faggot. What you have is maybe a clitty. So why are you pretending to be Jordan. Jordan is a man's name. Girls and sissy femboys they ain't called Jordan - they are called Jordyn. You hear me faggot. Spelled J - O - R - D - Y - N. Now you want me to treat you like Jordan or you want me to treat you like Jordyn. How you spelling it?" It was humiliating but the humiliation was an excitement in itself. Despite being overshadowed and disgraced his little penis was still hard as a rock. Besides, that story had been in his mind so much. The ruined femboi bride was called Jordyn and he so desperately wanted to be that dumb little sissy proudly wiggling his butt as he walked in heels to his total destruction. "I am Jordyn sir. J - O - R - D - Y - N." The man was smiling again but there was still no warmth in it. Just triumph and a certain satisfaction. "See boy - you are learning. Like I said your real education starts now. Next lesson is what is worth a fuck and what ain't no use to no-one." He hitched his pants back up but halted Jordyn's effort to do the same with a glare. Then the man reached in his pocket and withdrew something metallic. His hand went to Jordyn's little penis, bravely standing tall, and the young man felt the cold of the metal against his shaft. A cold liquid spread over his exposed flesh. Jordyn gasped and he felt his penis shrink. To a semi and then to a dangling useless worm in a few seconds. The man produced a thin elasticated belt of pink material. "Put that on." Jordyn obeyed. While Jordan might have hesitated or considered Jordyn had a much less complicated existence - he just had to obey. He stepped into the belt and pulled it up snug. There was a weird round metal ring and he wondered where ir was supposed to go. "Typical dumb femboy," laughed the man, "put your clitty and balls through it. Shouldn't be too hard with that tiny little thing." His balls were rather more difficult but after a little fumbling he managed it and then his soft meat followed more easily. What now? He was rather grateful for the cool air keeping his penis, sorry his clitty, nice and limp. The man had something else now - some sort of a device. He stepped up and with dextrous, practised, fingers fitted that something onto the ring and over Jordyn's cowering clitty. A couple of twists with a piece of metal and the device was locked into place. Jordyn looked down at himself with some shock. He had heard of cock cages but not like this. It simply left his exposed balls and then a flat pink metal surface perforated with holes. "What..." was all he could say. "No-one wants to see that little thing. No fucking use to anybody. Just a fucking distraction from what really matters. You femboys need to leave that clitty alone, to learn how boi fags truly get their pleasure. From now on if you with me or even if you just getting horny then you put that cage on." Jordyn thought about the consequences of that and felt his penis try to grow only to meet the firm unmoving restriction of his new cage. Didn't that prove just how weak he really was, why his pretending to be a real man was such a joke? Again he felt the curious and slightly uncomfortable feeling of his penis trying and failing to grow in his cage. "Yes sir," he said as he pulled his underpants up, looked down and saw the smooth front left by his new cage. Just like barbie! The man was watching his every move. It was intimidating - as if the man could read his mind. Perhaps he could if he had 'trained' lots of other little fag bois like Jordyn. "Now we dealt with that sorry excuse we'll try it again. Show me what you got to offer," Jordyn felt stupid. He didn't understand. "Dumb fucking faggot. Turn round, lean forward and grab that dumpster behind you." The man's voice was harsh, impatient. Jordyn didn't care. Now he knew what to do! He turned round, leaned forward and grabbed the dumpster. He heard a click and then glancing back he saw the man held a flick-knife with its wicked blade revealed. "No-one told you to cover up." A swift movement of the blade and his sole garment was on the floor, ruined. "Now let's see what you really got to offer - you saying this is a cherry hole boy." Strong fingers were on his butt, pulling his cheeks apart and leaving his asshole exposed and very, very, vulnerable. "Yes sir - cherry for you sir." He tried to keep the tremor out of his voice but didn't entirely succeed. He was scared down to his very marrow. This man was going to do just exactly what he wanted with him. "You know what a sweet little hole like this makes a real man want to do don't you BoiFagBarbie." "I think so sir." That dry smoker's laugh of his sounded behind Jordyn. "Makes a real man want to fuck it. You know that don't you fag boy?" "Yes sir." The tremor in his words was undeniable now. The man's right hand moved up Jordyn's body and grabbed him by the scruff of the neck, forcing his head down towards the over-filled dumpster's opening. "Arch that back and spread them legs femboy. Let a man know you're here to be ruined." Jordyn did just that and the pungent sickly sweetness of the garbage hit his nostrils as his head was pushed further down by the man's strong right hand. Normally he would have been disgusted, maybe even have vomited, but now there were other things crowding all else from his mind. He felt the man move up behind him and he knew he was going to be fucked. For the first time in his life he was going to get fucked! By a filthy poz Black pervert old enough to be his grandfather! He gripped the trash can hard as he felt his legs weaken a little with the excitement. He flinched as he again felt the touch of cool liquid and then something else, the feeling of warm-flesh against his own. He knew what it was - the long, thick, hard, shaft of the man's cock as he pushed it over the perfect smooth curve of Jordyn's booty. The head of the cock nosed at his asshole and Jordyn tensed up hard. He waited to feel the pain as the man thrust home. He was rewarded only with that low rumble of a laugh. "Thass real sweet boi pussy you got there Jordyn. Might even be cherry like you say. Not many miles on it for sure but I can guarantee I'll soon change that. What you have here," he tapped his hard cock against Jordyn's hungry hole, "is what we call a money-maker and its a money-maker that's in heat ain't it young Jordyn." "Yes sir," said Jordyn, his voice cracking now with excitement. "A little hole just aching to be ruined. I fuck you now and I'll rip you apart. You know that don't you." "Yes sir," whimpered Jordyn and he couldn't help himself, he even wiggled his sweet little butt a little. "You want me to fuck you, nut up you once I've torn you up good." "Yes sir," Jordyn's voice was quiet but not so quiet the man didn't hear him. Also not so quiet that Jordyn would ever be able to deny having said it. "Dumb little sissy fag," the man's hand landed sharply on Jordyn's exposed butt cheek. "Don't you know cherry neg hole is at a serious double premium. That's why I'm in charge here. Dumb horny in heat femboys ain't got no business sense. All they care about is getting their cherry busted and waiting on the fever." "Yes sir," admitted Jordyn. "But we both know this boi pussy is mine now. That you owe me the pleasure of ruining this little faggot cunt of yours. We both know that now don't we?" The man's voice had an authority that you couldn't even imagine denying. "Yes sir." "That's a debt you owe me BoiFagBarbie and I always collect on my debts. But for now I saw this inside and it made me think of you." The hand was off Jordyn's neck but the young man didn't move. A small open bottle was flourished in front of him. The label said, 'Dumb Bitch Juice.' The man's other hand landed softly on Jordyn's face, closing his left nostril. "Breathe it in fag boy." Jordyn tentatively sniffed. It didn't smell too bad. "Snort it hard - prove what a dumb bitch you are." The edge was back in the man's voice. Jordyn sniffed hard at the top of the bottle and this time it hit. Almost immediately. He gasped and felt the sensations flowing through his body, a strange heat and something else. The man had moved fast and before Jordyn knew it he felt the pressure on his hole again. This time he wasn't tensed and this time he felt something enter his body. He gasped at the sensation. There was pleasure there but it was also undeniable that it hurt. "Two fingers in that cherry butt femboy. Even with the lube it hurts don't it?" Jordyn nodded but he didn't try to pull away. Instead he tried to relax, to let the man's fingers explore more easily and freely. It did hurt some but it also felt really good. he was also aware that his penis was again trying to grow in its cage. Sensations of pleasure, pain and arousal seemed to be coming at his brain from every direction. "Yeah" said the man, "you just relax - let old Jerome inspect his new fucktoy." Jordyn did just that - felt the pleasure grow and absorb the pain. Felt the pleasure start to be the new reality. The man's free hand reached under him and found Jordyn's right nipple, hard as diamond with his arousal. Rough dark fingers grasped the pale flesh, mercilessly tugged and then squeezed it. Sharp lancing pain made the young man gasp even as he realised that it only made his arousal grow. The man's fingers moved in his new boy pussy, playing Jordyn like a musical instrument. Old Jerome had broken in a lot of young faggots. He knew what he had to do. His long fingers found the dumb little slut's fag button and exerted some gentle pressure. It didn't take long. "Oh my God!" Jordyn howled into the night as he felt his brain seem to explode and his legs shake uncontrollably. The man held him in place even as Jordyn felt his caged penis cum a long stream of weak boifag jizz down onto the cracked concrete. "Oh my fucking God." Jerome didn't let up on the little fag till he was real sure the boi had got the point but finally he asked, "Ever felt like that before?" "No sir," admitted Jordyn, his face still flushed. "Like I said - your clitty ain't worth shit. For fags like you the hole is where all the action is. You got that boi?" "Yes sir," said Jordyn. "Right - we got a little business to do next. Put these on and get in the car." He reached in his pocket and tossed to Jordyn a pair of pink frilly girl's panties. Jordyn pulled them on and admired the way his new cage made them look just right on him. He knew he really should be headed home but the man, who'd called himself Jerome, was holding open the door of a Lexus. Jordyn took a step towards the open door. "You ain't gonna put your pants on?" There was a certain humor in the man's voice but his smile was no warmer than previously. Jordyn rushed to pull on his pants and then scuttled across to get in the car. "Dumb little faggot," said Jerome as he ruffled the femboy's hair before closing the door and walking round to the driver's seat. They had places to go and people to see.

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.

Damn. Best seat in the house.

I didn’t bring a condom. (ch. 2) [disclaimer, this chapter makes indirect reference to heterosexual porn. The acts are not described, simply referred to. Mild cannabis smoking is also included. ] He was correct. It wasn’t lube he had felt. Well at least not commercial lube. It was the best lube, another man’s cum. Actually, two. Pretty much for the last month every time I went to that particular gay bar my visit started with getting fucked by the same two guys. The bar tenders spelled each other off to take me into the office and ‘do me’. Yes, I was getting fucked bareback and taking loads as early as 1999. We’ll here more about Dan later. For now, it might be best if I give you some of my background that led me to acting so boldly. You already know I’m Mulatto. My mother is Italian, my father as black as they come. Both of my parents are beautiful specimens of their gender and race. This means I won the genetic lottery. I also won the libertine parent lottery. My parents actually met on a porn shoot. It was love at first sight as they gazed into each other’s eye’s, and that love was consummated in the time it takes to film a scene. They were hippy front runners, even before the 1960’s. Both are bisexual and as you can guess by their profession very, very sex positive. They don’t even understand the concept of monogamy. Bodies, and a great variety of bodies, are meant to provide pleasure and be enjoyed. This makes them very popular on porn shoots even at their advancing ages. To say they raised me to be sex positive is an understatement. When I became a teenager, 1993, I was given a condom in my birthday card and thereafter lectured regularly on the importance of a healthy sex life, the importance of consent (reminding me I couldn’t give it until I was 18 even though they thought that law was foolish), and of course the practices of safer sex. In fact, this was the only part of my upbringing I found unreasonable. Not that they would care so much but that they actually tormented me with stories to instill me with their profound fear of AIDS. They would tell me over and over again about their close calls with the disease in their industry. Not only about women and men they knew who succumbed. But the terror they went through in the early years when so much was unknown. Mom had unprotected sex with John Holmes and Dad with Al Parker in the period John and Al were probably infected but didn’t know. The testing and waiting period were horrific for my parents and they never let me forget it. Even when I let them know I had no interest in girls they encouraged me to at least give MF sex a try. I knew if I couldn’t get it up for pics of naked women there was no use trying with the real thing. On the other hand, MEN! An open shirt, a bulging crotch, 5 o’clock shadow, hair peaking out, men in shorts, men in suites, men in uniform … especially UPS delivery guys … oh my god, instant erection. Highschool gym showers were torcher. I was teased so relentlessly for my constant unhide able boner. I started having crushes on other boys when I started kindergarten for Pete’s sake. Sex positive teens as you all know watch lots of porn and masturbate often many times per day. I was no exception. Every gay porn site I came across was bookmarked on my computer. I know you are wondering, and the answer is yes, I saw most of the M on M scenes my father had made over the years. I love his body, especially naked and to see him in action is like the best poetry. To see him fuck and breed a man is amazing; however, to see him get fucked and bred is heaven on earth. Then came the porn he made in the safe sex years, and I could see he was performing well; he just wasn’t into it as much. To my discerning eye something was missing for him. When I pressed him on this, he reluctantly confessed I was right. When I pressed him further ‘Is it the condom thing?’ he relented and confirmed I had hit the nail on the head. He hated them on his cock and worse still burning his ass, he just knew he had to accept them as part of the business. Even though it was the most prevalent I lost interest in condom porn. Instead, I watch and jerked to the old 1970’s classics over and over again. I read everything I could find about gay porn. I was so excited when I heard about the development of a stable of porn performers for ‘Hot Dessert Knights’ and their soon to be released ‘Bareback Buddies’. I made sure I saw it the first day it was released and I stayed up all that night. I must have watched it from beginning to end 7 times. Fast forwarding to breeding scenes another 15 times. I was hooked, and better still I was reaching the age of consent within a few months time. At the dinner table on my 18th birthday, I asked to borrow the folks car that night. “Great, do you have plans with some of your pals?” my mom enquired. “Yeah, Sam and I are going cruising.” I boldly replied. (I’m a good liar when I need to be and I knew they wouldn’t want me going on this adventure alone.) “Cruising, as in at a cruising place where men have sex with men?” My dad sounded sceptical. “Fuck yeah. It’s Sam and my birthday present to ourselves.” Mom chimed in, “But don’t you want to have your first sex with someone you know and trust, maybe with each other. Your Dad and I would be happy to take a hotel room for the night. You guys could feel free to fuck anywhere in the house.” My dad was nodding his agreement. “Come on you guys. Don’t be so square. I want my first sex to be anonymous. I want it to hold maximum thrill!” “Well, I don’t like it, but we won’t stand in your way.” And he tossed me the keys. “Be sure to take lots of condoms and lube. I know from experience you can’t count on the guys on those trails to be prepared. I’m glad you two planned to watch out for each other.” The sun was just setting when I arrived and there were lots of cars. It looked like I’d won the lottery again. I was wearing ripped jeans commando, come fuck me boots, and an open vest. I wasn’t very far into the woods when I came upon a muscular silver daddy in cut off jeans and an open shirt with the sleaves ripped off. My mind instantly decided, BINGO. I stepped right up to him and latched my lips onto his right nipple. He let out a deep moan and continued as I serviced his pleasure spot. Eventually his hands gently moved my head up as he initiated a deep passionate kiss. When the lip lock broke with lust in his voice he asked; “Are you old enough to do this kid?” “I turned 18 at 10 a.m. today!” “You don’t expect me to believe a sexy young man like you is offering a virgin hole for me to ravage.” “I don’t care if you believe me or not, but you can see for yourself the ass of these jeans are paper thin to give you easy access if you want it.” I turned and bent, holding myself up hands on the closest tree. I soon felt his strong hands grab the rear pockets and heard the thin fabric tear. There was a wave of cool air on my hole, quickly followed by his warm breath, lips and tongue fucking my back entrance. The scratch of his beard delighted my taint. He worked me for a good while pushing lots of spit and flehm in deep. As he stood, he ripped off my vest and lined up his cock with my eager virgin cherry. He was teasing my entrance with the raw mushroom head before he spoke. “You better have provisions; I didn’t bring condoms or lube.” “Well, I’ll be damned, neither did I!” was my cocky response. “I’m pretty big, you better not be a virgin.” “I practiced with some veggies, bring it on.” I instructed His head breached my outer ring and hurt like hell. I bit my lip to keep from screaming. I took some deep breaths, and he waited for me to push back onto what felt like a baseball bat. By the time he was all the way in my muscles had relaxed and the pain transformed to pleasure. What followed was a twenty-minute ride of my18 year old life. He started to fuck me slowly but soon with my encouragement was going harder, deeper, faster. I recognize the raged change in his breathing from all the porn I had watched. “I’m close kid. Where do you want this load?” “Come in me, breed me, I need this for my first fuck.” He was already unloading deep in my ass. A subtle warmth filled my gut as he collapsed his hairy chest on my bare back. We both panted like this for a few minutes before he softened and fell out of me. I then realized I had shot a hands-free load on the tree and ground. I wasn’t prepared for a deep voice beside us asking, “So were you really a virgin before this handsome bloke pounded a load into you just now?” “Um … yeah … virgin no more I guess.” I offered and they both laughed. They switched places so quickly I hardly had time to notice. This new guy’s raw cock was in my cum lubricated hole and I was pushed to bend and lean on the tree once more. His cock wasn’t as big, but it was just as enjoyable. Within five minutes he was blasting inside me with no warning. The two pulled themselves together and left before I even stood. This had all gone far better and far faster than planned. My plan was to take two cocks raw and if possible, receive their two loads. Having no experience I had expected this to take a few hours. It had happened inside one. I pulled on my vest and wondered off down another trail in my assless jeans with no intention of seducing or offering my ass to any more men. For the next two and a half hours, I was a voyeur. It was quite dark by now, but I could see well enough to watch lots of sucking and fucking. I only saw one guy use a condom. The more I watched the hornier I got. I came upon a very average looking guy, probably about 30. He was smoking a joint. Something about his mellow deminer grabbed me and held me. He offered me a drag which I accepted. Not used to smoking, after a large drag I began to cough. Coughing jag subsiding the horniness took me over. I kicked off my boots, dropped and stepped out of my shredded jeans, threw off my vest. Naked now save socks I bent against a trunk. As the wait time increased, I feared he wasn’t interested. When I turned to check he was rolling a condom on his average sized erection. I quickly moved to him and pulled it off. His questioning face asked, ‘are you sure.’ Rather than say anything I scooped some of the cum from my ass and held my fingers to his lips. Reluctantly he licked them. Seeing he didn’t run or freeze I pushed my fingers between his lips. He opened his mouth and sucked my cummy digits in clearly savouring their manly juices. Consent established I was soon against the tree with his raw cock up my ass. Three other guys had gathered around. It was not long and he was dumping his load to join the two others deep inside me. What followed were three more very quick pump and dumps. As I caught my breath the cannabis had warn off and the reality that I had come to these woods a virgin and now 6 strangers loads were seeping into my gut walls settled in. I found what remained of my clothes and fled to my parents car. As I slid my raged jeans and boots on a large, handsome shirtless man covered in that coarse tightly curled hair that only a black person has called over as he sat on the trunk of his car. “Are you okay kid?” My words said, “Yeah, …. Um … I’m fine.” But he read my tone. “Come join me for a toke.” I decided it couldn’t hurt and sat with him. I was instantly comfortable with his easy nature and soon spilled the beans of my visit to the cruising woods to celebrate my birthday. His good-natured response was; “Good for you boy. A true and natural cum dump has come of age.” He then invited me for a coffee; he knew a place that stayed open all night. I thanked him but reminded him of the state of my pants. He laughed and said, “Yeah, I’ve got something better at home anyway.” I followed him to his home and as soon as the door closed he asked if he could add his load to the others. We stripped and he fucked me there in the entrance. We enjoyed his fine ‘hutch’ before climbing into bed for a longer shag and deposit of my eighth load of the night. When we awoke with the sun rise, he pumped the tenth load into my no longer virgin ass. My parents were at the breakfast table when I entered the kitchen wearing a pair of the black man’s son’s shorts. In my entire life I had never seen them with such stern faces but I knew those faces communicated, ‘we’ve got to talk, RIGHT NOW’!

Chapter 5 ———- Josh ——— The gym was dead again and sadly the boy from yesterday wasn’t there. I needed to make my workout quick today anyway so it was for the best. I finished quickly and got back up stairs to shower and get dressed for the day. The furniture delivery was due to get here at 8 or 8:30 and my first appointment was shortly after that. It was originally planned for me to be there to accept the delivery and then one of the apartment concierge staff would supervise the delivery while I went to work (for a fee of course). Sam would be supervising it now so I wanted to make sure the delivery people weren’t crazy and my little bro was safe. When I got back up to the apartment Sam was sitting in the living room drinking coffee and eating cereal. “There is coffee in the pot bro.” He said as I came in. “Thanks, I will get some after my shower.” I replied as I walked through the open living area and down the hallway to my bedroom. I took a quick shower and dressed in my charcoal slacks and a nice peach button down shirt. No tie today. I put on my dress socks and loafers to complete my outfit. I styled my hair with gel and of course flossed, brushed, and hit the mouth wash. When I walked into the kitchen Sam whistled at me. “Big bro looking the hot doctor part!! That’s how you get all those famous people as clients, huh?” “Oh come on now, you know it’s the skill not the look.” I laughed as I answered him. “Yea, I know that you know your shit doc, but hey eye candy never hurts when your getting treated for and injury.” “This is true. Thanks for making the coffee Sammy.” I said using his nickname to tease him. He didn’t bother to respond with anything more than his middle finger before looking down at his phone. “Mom texted while you were working out, my stuff will be delivered this afternoon.” He said as he continued to do whatever he was doing on his phone. “Ok, the furniture delivery people should be here soon. Looks like you will have a day full of unpacking. Also today is a long day for me. I won’t be home till after 6.” “Ok, let’s order some food for dinner than. I’d be down for good Chinese.” “Yea, there a good place just up the way that delivers. I will send you the menu and just let me know what you want and I can put the order in before I head home.” “Sounds good!” He said licking up at me from his phone with a quick smile before looking back down at it. A few minutes later there was a call from the buildings concierge letting me know that the delivery people were here and that a staff member was escorting them up to my apartment. The knock at the door a minute later shifted the morning into overdrive. The two delivery guys were hot but I didn’t have time for empty flirting this morning. I greeted them and then showed them to Sam’s room. Sam was beside me at that point and he explained where he wanted the bed, nightstands, dresser, and desk. While the guys headed back down to the garage to get the furniture via the service elevator I helped Sam move his luggage and the decor we bought yesterday to the living room. That way the guys would have full access to the room. They were just bringing up the first pieces of furniture, it looked to be the bed frame, when it was time for me to head out. I gave Sam the money to tip them when they were done and went to fist bump him goodbye. He surprised me by wrapping me in a hug instead which I gladly embraced. Then he released me and casually went back to the living room and his phone. I was deep in thought as I walked down to the car. We were not a big touchy family. Hugs and kisses were normally saved for moe special things like goodbye that would be for months not just for the work day. I shrugged it off and climbed in the Audi and headed to work. I couldn’t be late for this client. She was very wealthy and the type that didn’t want to be kept waiting. But she was nice otherwise and referred lots of her rich socialite friends to the practice so making sure to be on time was worth it. I got to the office with about 20 minutes to spare before the appointment and was greeted by Lenny, one of our physical therapist and the person who worked with me with on clients the most. “Hey there boss, it’s gonna be a long day! We have a lot to do, but luckily we have a lunch window.” He said, his accent just barely reflecting his southern upbringing. He was born and raised in the south but got out as soon as he could. He wasn’t as lucky as me and had to work hard and put himself through college as he worked since his family disowned him for being gay. He was a couple years older than me, about 5’9, very thin and wiry build, had beautiful light brown skin from his mom being white and dad black, black hair, and very sexy brown bedroom eyes that always looked ready to seduce you. He also has a nice 6.5 inch cut cock along with a fantastic ass and hole that I had bred many times. He is the definition of a total bottom and is poz unmedicated like me. We found each other shortly after I started working at the practice and have been fucking ever since. Me recharging his toxic hole whenever we had a chance. Him mentioning our lunch break meant he’d be taking my fat raw poz dick and dirty cum for lunch. “Oh? Well that’s good. How long will I have to use your holes?” I asked as I raised an eyebrow at him. “We have an hour and a half window so as long as the schedule cooperates we will have enough time to fuck and have some food.” He said as he came over and reached down into my lap and started to massage my dick through my slacks. I looked to the unlocked door and then pulled him into a passionate kiss. Which lasted a few minutes and included me reaching down the back of his scrubs, where he didn’t have any underwear on, and fingering his hole. He unzipped me and was stroking my now rock had cock. I pulled him to his knees as I swiveled my chair toward him and guided his mouth down on my dripping cock. I used my hand on the back of his neck to force him deeper on my dick and making him gag on it. He loved when I did that and always asked for the hardest throat fuck I could give. It took about 5 minutes of me really using his throat, to the point he almost passed out from lack of oxygen, to make me flood his throat with my charged cum. He pulled off my wet dick and moved up to kiss me and share what was left of my cum that he hadn’t swallowed. We parted and he grabbed a towel from the nearby cabinet and cleaned off my cock before tucking me away and zipping me back up. We stood up at the same time and had one last peck before we went about preparing for our client that was due any minute. The morning few by. We had 4 appointments before lunch and managed to only get behind by 15 minutes. Lenny came into my office after walking the last patient out carrying two salads and two flavored waters. We had ordered lunch and apparently it had been delivered during the last appointment. He had grabbed it from the front desk while he was up there. He locked the door behind him and he put the food in the small mini-fridge I kept in my office. We wouldn’t eat till after I had filed his poz hole. I walked over to the sofa and sat down as he put the food away. He followed me over, slowly stripping his clothes away as he approached. He was naked by the time he got to me and bent over to kiss me. He was a beautiful person inside and out that was blessed with a gorgeous body! His dick was fully hard and swayed as he walked. His eyes went from the normal flirty to burning with sexual desire. While he liked to be throat fucked hard, and he was normally a sub bottom boy, I knew from that look he was in his more dom headspace. My role today was to sit there and let him use me as a riding mount. His kiss was deep and passionate. He took control and owned my mouth as he unbuttoned my shirt. His hands roamed my pecks till they came to rest on my nipples. He played with them as our tongues danced together. My dick was cramped and screaming to be let out so it could grow to its full potential. Luckily Lenny stopped our kissing and kneeled on the floor in front of me as he moved his hands down undoing my button, unzipping my fly, and pulling down my slacks enough to have the right access for my cock to be at the right angle for him to ride it. One set of his fingers went back to my nipples as his other hand stroked my rapidly hardening cock. He took my free nipple in his mouth and licked, sucked, and then lightly nibbled on it. A deep growl escape from my throat as he bit down. He paused long enough to reach over to the side table and grab the surround sound remote to turn on the classical music we always played when we took lunches (both regular lunches or “lunches”) to help cover the sound. The walls were thick but we still did it to help cover our fucks just in case. He rose from his knees to straddle my lap as he kissed me on my lips first then he moved my head to the side and kissed my earlobe and then down my neck. His hole was teasing my now precum covered poz uncut cock. He’d let my head hit his hole just enough to feel it but not enter it as he continued to drive me crazy with neck kisses. “Please sit on it!! I need to feel your hole wrapped around my big fat uncut raw poz cock!!” I begged after I couldn’t take much more of the teasing. “Oh, you want my sweet raw charged hole around you? Want to mix that toxic precum in my hole with my strain?” “Fuck yes!!! I need to give you my strain again!! It’s been to long!!” “Mmmm, yea? The weekend without my prefect poz hole is hard, but I am sure you had plenty of hole.” He teased my cock more as I felt him smile against my neck. This was our normal routine on Mondays. Telling each other who we fucked over the weekend. “I had a great night Friday and I got to deposit my toxic cum in neg hole. Yesterday morning I bred a stranger in the gym sauna. But, my sexy straight brother got here and has been driving me crazy. Walking around in underwear or nothing at all. His giant uncut dick hanging out and that prefect ass taunting me.” I practically whined. “Oh? So little brother got into town early? And he is hot and hung? Interesting” he said as he moved to the other side of my neck. “Yea, and due to him getting here 3 day early I didn’t have a bed for him so we have been sharing one. Naked!” I exclaimed. “Mmm that’s a hot mental picture. You and your brother naked in bed!” He said as his hole caught on my head again and he put just enough pressure to let the tip of it in. “You have no clue! He’s got me so rilled up all day I can’t stand it!” “Well then maybe big brother needs to try and convert little bro. In more than one way.” He said with a hint of slyness in his voice. “That be so hot!! Knocking up my straight brother and making his hole mine! Riding his last neg load from his big uncut dick!!” My cock jerked in his hole and let out a huge glob of precum. “Oh, you really do want him! My hole got good and wet from that spasmand you saying that you’d bottom for him can only mean you want him bad!!” He said in surprise. “Yea, but I couldn’t risk it. The family would freak. And it’s not worth that. I will be ok, it’s only six months. It just means I will have to use your hole daily.” I said as Lenny continued to tease the head of my dick in his hole without moving any further down it. “Yea, illy hole is here whenever you need. But we will have to talk more about that. Brainstorm.” He said as he took the first inch of my fat uncut dick into his hole. I just moaned in response to his hole gripping my dick and the thought of us planning a way to poz my little brother. Our conversation stopped there as Lenny took charge and started to ride my full 7.5 inches. Slow at first then going faster and faster. Clapping his ass against my thighs as he rode me like a stallion. Telling me how bad he wanted my toxic babies in him. How his hole needed to be filled with my unmedicated highly viral cum. How he wanted my dirty load to recharge him. I just moaned as he rode me. After about 10 minutes of him bucking on my rock hard dick I was close to cumming. “I am going to fucking shoot my poz cum deep in you!!! I am fucking cumming!! Get ready to be knocked up again!!” I growled as I unload deep in his already poz hole. “Fuck yes!!! Mix our strains!!” He moaned as he stroked his cock and his cum exploded all over my abs. Luckily not getting any on my shirt. He collapsed on top of me and we sat there resting for a minute with my cock still deep in his hole plugging my cum in him. He slowly raised off my cock and sat beside me. “That was so hot! Picturing you and your brother as I rode you!! Fuck.” “Yea it was. But it won’t happen.” I said with a resigned shrug as I got up and pulled my pants and underwear into place. “Hmmm we will see about that.” He said as he stood and walked to the attached private bathroom to drop off my kids before dressing. It was sad to know he’d not be keeping them but we couldn’t have them leaking out while we worked. I got out the salads and waters from the mini-fridge and put them on the desk. I laid everything out and sat in my chair as I buttoned up my shirt and then combed my hair so it went from looking just fucked to professional. Lenny came out and sat at the desk naked as we chatted more about Sam’s arrival and how we spent the weekend. He told me about his weekend and the guys he let breed him. My work iPad light up on the desk as the beep of Lenny’s hand held device sounded. Both signaled that the next patient had arrived. Lenny went to get them as I cleared the desk and then meet them in the exam room. The afternoon zoomed from there and when we wrapped up it was after 6. I walked with Lenny out and said goodbye at his jeep. On the drive home I found myself wondering what Sam had been up to all day. How didn’t furniture delivery go? Did his stuff from home arrive ok? I hadn’t been able to really check in. He had texted me a few times saying all was going well and to give me his Chinese order. That was all I got, nothing very detailed so it left me curious. I guess I’d find out soon. ————- I appreciate everyone being so patient and all the positive feedback. Hopefully I can get chapters done sooner but no promises, lol. Hope you all enjoy the chapter!!!

I think I will, I can't stop thinking about it. The sweaty nasty sex, the smell of men, lube and poppers just make me want to be more of a faggot whore

Last night I went over to a FWBs place to hang out. I prepped just in case but was really just there to chill and catch up. We’ve fucked many times and just hung out many times before too. My FWB is about 5’ 9” 180lb not ripped but a solid built mixed guy with a 8” thick curved cock. We smoked some weed, had some drinks and pizza, played some video games and watched tv, just a regular night. I indulged a little too much with the drink and smoke so he said I could crash there for a bit, which I’ve done before and nothing’s happened. He goes to his room to sleep and I pass out on the lounge side of his couch. Around 3am I half wake up as I feel movement behind me. There’s a blanket on me now and my pants were taken off. I feel something rubbing against my ass as a pair of arms pull me tight against his chest. I give a soft moan as he starts rubbing my ass and pulling my underwear down. His cockhead nestles against my hole as he starts slowly trying to enter me. Out of instinct I start rocking and rolling my hips trying to accept more of his big dry cock. There’s some pain as the head finally pops in but my horniness wins and I keep wiggling trying to get more inside me. He pulls out then shoves in again and again till he’s about halfway in then he holds my hip and pushes the rest of his dry cock inside till he’s balls deep. I’m moaning and babbling from the pain and pleasure waking me up more as my buddy starts slow fucking me with long deep strokes. He said he woke up super horny and knew I was here and wouldn’t mind helping out a buddy. To which I respond with “yes” and start fucking myself on his cock till he rolls me on my stomach and goes full force fucking my still unlubed hole. After about 15 minutes of gritting me teeth and moaning from the pleasurable pain he slams in balls deep and shoots his load. We stay like that for a bit catching our breath till he rolls us on in a spooning position with his cock still buried inside me. We pass out for couple hours till my work alarm goes off. I thank him for his load before I leave, my hole puffy and throbbing from the rough dry breeding it got. Pretty good morning overall

“Come on, dear,” Said Timmy’s mother. “ I think we need a little chat, don’t you?” and she led Jane off down the tow path. The men had finished with Nigel. He lay there panting, covered in sweat and cum. Arthur knelt and ruffled his hair. “Nice one!” He said. He bent and delicately licked the drool of cum leaking from Nigel’s arsehole, releasing his old dick and rubbing it to erection. “Just one more “ He said, covering the naked body and sliding his cock up inside. “and this one’s toxic as heck!” With that he grunted and spurted his diseased sperm deep inside Nigel who groaned as he felt the throbbing inside him. Arthur got off, found a rag and cleaned the lad up as best as he could. “Off you go, Nigel” He said when he was dressed. “I expect you’ll have some words with your aunty, eh?” Nigel set off and found his aunt drinking tea in the living room. Kevin sat on the other sofa, a miserable expression on his face. He was wearing a dressing gown and it looked like he was nude beneath. “Aha!” Said Jane. “So you’re back?” Nigel didn’t know what to say. “Apart from that disgusting exhibition this afternoon, Kevin tells us you’d already been a little slut in the sauna.” she said. Nigel flushed and nodded. She smiled. “and I bet you love the feel of a cock spewing nasty cum in you, eh? You’re as disgusting as each other.” The front door opened and Timmy’s mother came in. “All sorted,” she said. “ They’ll be here in a minute.” Aunt Jane turned to Kevin. “Take that thing off. Show us your pathetic body.” Kevin blushed, but he undid the belt and pushed it off his shoulders and sat there naked. “Now you.” They both looked at Nigel. “Come on!” Blushing and sweating with embarrassment he stripped off until he was naked and trembling, though his tiny cock was hard beneath his belly. Suddenly, the doorbell rang. “Stay there!” Said Jane. She went out. Nigel heard male voices and then the door opened and Arthur came in with two of the men from the canal. They were both black, middle aged and still holding a bottle of booze. They looked a bit uncertain when they saw the two women and Kevin and Nigel both naked. “Don’t mind us!” Said Timmy’s mum, guiding Jane over to some chairs by the dining table. The men laughed and nudged each other. Arthur decided to get things going. He dropped his trousers and began to wank his cock. “Kneel on the sofa then, mate” He said to Kevin. Kevin paused and looked at Jane. She gave nothing away but Timmy’s mum said “bend over, then.” He turned and knelt on the cushions, offering his ample bottom to the room. Nigel saw Timmy’s mother smirking and a look of shock but excitement on Jane’s face as she saw Kevin’s arse upraised. Arthur dug a dirty tube of lube from his pocket and applied some to Kevin’s hole. Sighing happily, he raised his shirt and began to slide his cock into Kevin’s rectum. Kevin’s groan was matched by the gasp from Jane as she watched in fascination as Kevin was buggered by the disgusting old man. The two other men closed in on Kevin, feeling his body and squeezing his little cock. After a few moments they began to strip, exposing sizeable black cocks below hairy bellies as the room filled with Kevin’s groans. Nigel was trembling as they led him to the other sofa and made him kneel. The two women stared at him as on of the men grabbed the lube from the side table and rubbed it into his cock. Then the other man held Kevin’s cheeks apart and they all watched as the big, black cock sank between the pale, upraised buttocks. Nigel gasped as he was buggered and he heard Arthur grunt as he shot his load. “Well now, isn’t this nice.” Said Timmy’s mother. “You must come round to my place one evening!”

Been hooking up with my bf's ex husband. Yeah I know things could get messy, but it's feels so good to be a cheating slut again.

If that's true - and I'm not saying it is or isn't - I'm guessing that these married (to women) men; 1. Wish they had made different choices, and subconsciously "take it out" on men that made the correct choices. 2. Attempt to make the Hole they're fucking pay for the mistakes they themselves have made. 3. Build up a "reserve" of sexual satisfaction they can't get with their wives, since the next opportunity for *real* sex may not come around again for a while. Finally, they don't even realize that a hard, rough Breeding is just what a ton of men who know themselves love most.

This story reminds me of the first time I took poz cum. I had a neg top daddy I was fucking on a regular basis. He liked to tie me up and share me with his friends. When he found i was moving he set up a going away party. He tied me up and gagged me (not ussually with him). Then he told me poz couple he was friends with was comming over.