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I was blessed with good genetics. My father was German and my mother was Polish. I came out with blond hair, deep blue eyes, round face with a strong jaw, my mothers cheekbones, my Dad's small nose and his tendency to a solid tight build with a minimum of effort, and apparently, the German tendency towards having a big dick, or maybe that's from my mother's side of the family, I don't know. My only regret is I'm not real tall, clocking in at a smidge over 5'8", but it serves me pretty good. And at 140 pounds I have a tight body. Guys seem to dig me, which is great. All throughout high school I kept trying to get with girls and kept getting shot down because I wasn't 'tall, dark, and handsome. It did a number on my self-esteem for a few years until I discovered guys in Grade 11. I was 18, perpetually horny, not getting any, and this guy hit on me at a rave. and I went for it. The sex, as I look back, probably wasn't all that great but for me it was life-changing. I ditched the bitches and made the switch, as some might say. I say I found myself that night. Now I'm making up for lost time and hit a rave just about every weekend. I can always find a hot guy to go home with at the parties. The local rave moves around every weekend and you have to be connected to get the location. I made sure to give the right guys my ass to ensure being connected enough to get the location. The events of this particular weekend would change my life forever. So, anyway I am at this weeks events, it's Saturday night and I'm just having a great time . I'm a little high (not that I do junk or anything, I might drop some E now and then, maybe smoke a joint and always tossed back a few drinks). I spot this cute guy, about my age, kind of short like me. He's got his shirt off and -- damn -- he's got a tight body on him. Real nice. Short hair not a buzz cut and long sideburns. He's got a couple tattoos, one along the inside of his right forearm but I can't see what it is, a small tat over his left nipple and one between his shoulder blades. Trust me, asking a dude about his tattoos is always a good opening line so I went over to him and asked him about his tats. He showed them to me. Pretty hot, I told him. He broke into this wide grin, his dark eyes lit up, and he asked me if I meant the tattoo or him. I said both. He asked me if I wanted to dance and I said sure. We're getting pretty sexy up there, with him gyrating up against me and rubbing his crotch up against my butt and his hands are all over me. We pulled each other in close and kissed hard, and pretty soon his tongue is dueling with mine. He's got me pushed up against this wall with his tongue all the way down my throat and his hand over my jeans massaging my growing cock. He was wearing these white beach pants with a tie waist and I had the tie undone and my hand wrapped around his dick down inside them. Things were heating up between us and a few guys were watching us. This weeks rave was being held in an old warehouse. They had used this warehouse before so I knew the layout. I grabbed his hand, led him back in behind the DJ and down a set of stairs. I had his shirt off and those beach pants sliding down over his ass in no time and I'm pressed up against him, necking. I ditched my shirt and pulled down his beach pants. He kicked off his flip-flops and stepped out of the beach pants so he was totally naked. Fucking hot little stud muffin, too. Damn! I got down on my knees and started sucking his cock as he leaned up against the wall. He starts talking real dirty which got me pretty worked up and I was already worked up. He pulled me to my feet and helped me out of my jeans. Now he was on his knees sucking my cock down in front of me as I braced my hands up against the wall. He sure seemed to love sucking dick, almost as much as me. So there we are, bare-assed naked, in the back stair area as I could feel his legs tremble from the strain of squatting but he didn't stop or get up, he just reached back and braced a hand against the wall behind him and kept right on sucking. He then stood up and leaning forward whispered in my ear that he was going to fuck me. I nodded agreeing that I wanted him to fuck me too. I turned around and leaned forward, bracing my hands up against the way and stuck my ass out. This stud wasted no time in eating my hole. He had me moaning like a bitch in heat that hadn't been fucked in years. He stood up, slapped my ass and rubbed his cock along my ass crack. I was caught up in the heat of the moment it never dawned on me if he put a rubber on. He grabbed my hips and began to slowly slid his raw cock inside my ass. Man oh man, feeling his dick pop through was great. I love getting fucked anyway, big time, but this was such a rush fucking right there in the warehouse where the rave was taking place, basically, down a short set of stairs from the DJ,, and knowing there was a club full of maybe a thousand people just about 10 feet away. I just felt a rush shoot all through me as soon as his cock slid into my ass and I shoved my ass back against him. This hottie knew how to fuck a guy too. He'd fuck into me real slow, teasing me, then pulling out a bit, then ease back in until I was grunting and grinding my ass back, begging for a real fuck from him. I could tell he was loving it. Then he'd pull out completely then pop back in a few times. By then my ass ring was starving for some hard friction. Finally, he grabs my hips and rams into me. Even over the loud music thumping just the stairs people must have heard me yell out Come on, fuck me harder. The dude is fucking the shit out of me by now and I'm totally off in the zone. We must have fucked for a good half hour back there, easy. I shot off up against the wall and he pounded harder and harder into me as he let me know he was seeding my ass (I never processed those words until later). He screamed out as he came, never slowing down he pace. He leaned in and kissed the back of my neck as he told me what a hot ass I had and that he was going to cum again. I was totally caught up in the heat of the moment. I didn't really know he never put a condom on and at that moment I didn't care. All I cared about was that I wanted every inch of his dick in side me . He tightened his grip on my hips as he plowed into my ass. It was at that moment that he leaned in again, kissed the back of my neck and whispered how hot it was to breed me with his poz load. It registered, I had let a total stranger fuck me and breed my ass with poz cum. At first I was terrified at the implications, but as he continued to fuck me like no man had ever before I didn't care. It was done and over with, nothing I can do about it now. And for some strange reason as I thought that my cock got so hard it hurt. I hope he can take a pounding from me some day.

My fag hole if it floats anyone boat

Saturday about 1 in the afternoon I was having lunch at Starbucks and saw an older fare shaped guy staring at me. He came over and said Alone? I kinda recognized him but didn't know him. I said yea join me? He sat down and said I saw you at a party a few months ago but you left with someone so I didn't have a chance to meet. He said I liked what I saw but you left. Then he said the party was good had some fun with a few bottoms . I said I got there early and had some fun also but the guy wanted to go to his place to play. He asked anything happened I said yea. Then he asked you free to have some fun at my place? I looked at the time and said I guess so if your close. He said i have a place 2 minutes away. I said lets go to a car to talk too many ears here. So we got up and walked to his car. We got in. He said i can drive you there and back. I said sure. We drove to his place almost walking distance. We got in and he was fast undoing my shirt and pants as he pushed me against the closed door to shove his tongue deep in my mouth. Grabbing my ass i had to push away and said I not ready. I need to clean up. He said good go shower up and ill be in the bedroom where he pointed. I walked into the shower and saw an attachment connected the shower head. I got very clean inside and out. Walked to the bedroom where I saw him naked and stroking watching porn at the end of a bed with towels spread on it. I said thats a nice view. He laughed and said lay facedown and ill massage you. So as I laid there I got just about one of the best massage i ever received. From head to toes I was jelly. Then really worked on my thighs and ass for a while. He shoved a round hard pillow under my hips and massaged my ass more then rubbed my hole. I could hear his breathing getting heavy as a finger went in then two and rubbing my insides deep im now moaning. He pulled out and I felt movement then felt him over me as his cock was pressing on my hole. He said softly Im owning this hole as his cock popped in and I jumped a bit . He pushed slowly in feeling every inch till he bottom out. He slowly pumped then faster and faster. He pushed hard on my back as the fucking turned into a pounding. I heard a moan then he fell on my leaving is throbbing cock in me. Whispered in my ear i needed that as he just laid on me for a few minutes. He got up flipped me over and suck me with fingers in my hole till I blew a load in his mouth then kissed me to spit it in my mouth so I swallowed. We laid there talking about the party and what we did there. I told him about how the host fucked me and got him excited as he was listening and watching the TV I saw he was getting hard. I asked round two? He said definitely i pulled my leggs back and said this way now. He got up and gave me a quick load. After we got showered together and dress dropped me off at my car and left. I realized I didnt get his number.. damit.. loved the massage

Chapter 16 - A Bride's Special Day As he emerged through the door Jordyn seemed to physically feel the heat of the bodies there. It was a large room but it was full of men and every eye was fixed on him as he made his entrance. For a moment he felt his resolution melt away but again he felt a hand of Jerome or the Bull on each of his own arms. They eased him forward and he sensed as much as he heard the door close behind him, the click of a lock being secured. He had been here in his dreams and fantasies so many times. He knew how this worked. Until you went through that door you could still back out, still save yourself from the fate you had so recklessly sought. However, once you passed through, once that door was closed and locked, there would be no mercy shown. He had given himself to these men and they would take him and use him for their pleasure. His needs and wants and interests didn't matter any more. All that mattered was making cocks hard and taking men's cum. His previous hesitation meant that the music faded away just before he had made the full length of the room. He expected it to resume but it did not. For so many men, who had made such noise earlier, there was an eerie quiet. Broken by the 'click - click - click' of his ridiculous heels on the hard floor and also by the breathing of men as they watched him - as they enjoyed the prospect of destroying his hole. Men leaned forward for a better view and he knew why. His little white mini-skirt had ridden up around the plump cheeks of his bubble butt. His face might be pretty but these men were mostly interested in his hole. In what they would do to it and what they would fill it with. But there were so many of them. He'd talked about fifty men but until they were all in a room with him, all staring at him and fucking him in their minds, he hadn't really understood what that meant. He stole glances from side to side, saw pants and shorts bulging with lust for his undefiled body. Those bulges were all hard and all big. What had Jerome said about these men being especially selected, chosen for their big cocks and their mean attitudes. Chosen for something else too. These were all Poz Daddies - men who knew just how to treat pathetic little sissy boys like him. Some of the men were laughing, watching him and enjoying the terror that he knew he couldn't entirely hide. He had no idea where this building was, he had no idea of the real names of any of the men here, he was alone and hopelessly, completely, out of his depth. His bravery had all evaporated, frankly he wanted to wet himself with terror. However, deep in his subconscious, his training kicked in. He somehow managed to put a faggy sway into his hips as he took those last mincing steps. Through his mind ran the mantra that Jerome had sent for him to read, again and again. 'Its natural to be pozzed. Its fun to be pozzed. Its exciting to be pozzed. Its beautiful to be pozzed. Its sexy to be pozzed. Its my destiny to be pozzed. Its my destiny to be poz.' His perfect painted lips mouthed the words, 'Its my destiny to be poz', even as he arrived at his destination, stood between Jerome and the Bull in front of a man in a dirty white robe, grey stubble on his chin and a battered clerical collar around his neck. The man raised his arms and even the little whispering that had been going on in the crowd ceased immediately. This was a sacred moment, a very special occasion, the most important day in the life of any dumb femboy faggot. "Dearly beloved brethren we are gathered here tonight to celebrate the union of the Brotherhood with Jordyn, a young man offered as our plaything and our property. To use and to misuse according to the lusts and desires of those men here gathered." The man gave Jordyn an unctuous smile, the sort that only a real pastor could give his congregation. "This is a formal commitment - a union built on understanding, obedience and self-abnegation. The sacred transition from an unspoiled femboy into what you have always been destined to be." He paused. "Now take a step forward Jordyn Myers and make your pledges to the Brotherhood." Jordyn tottered forward. He left the guiding hand of Jerome and stood, with some effort and concentration, on his own two feet in front of the priest, or ex-priest or fake priest or whatever he was. The man smiled. "I am Daddy Robert. I will guide you through the ceremony." His words were reassuring but he had the same hungry eyes as the rest of the men. Jordyn instinctively knew that Daddy Robert might be the celebrant but he would also be a participant. Jordyn couldn't help glancing down and seeing the bulge in the front of the man's dirty robe. "Eyes front," said the priest with an obvious leer, "this is a serious occassion. Let us begin. Do you Jordyn confirm that you arrive here unspoiled, virginal and testing negative in every respect that counts?" "I do." "Do you come here of your own free will?" "I do." "Do you come here in the full knowledge that every member of the Brotherhood is a potent man, a Poz man, that every load is a meaningful load, a charged load?" "I do." "Do you understand that here all fucking is real fucking, bareback fucking?" "I do." "Do you accept that you are a faggy boi pussy cumdump - made for the pleasure of the Brotherhood?" "I do." "Do you accept that little sissy fagboys who come here will be at the mercy of the Brotherhood - to perform all and every task, endure all and every punishment, for the pleasure and satisfaction of the real men here gathered?" "I do." "Do you come here, unprotected and unmedicated, to receive the gift of the Brotherhood - do you undertake to perform any task and endure any punishment to make yourself worthy of receiving that gift?" "I do." "Do you understand that we can supply you with a safe word that will be respected in all circumstances but choose instead to have no safe word and to be at the mercy of the men here gathered - to slake every perverted thirst, to serve every vicious desire, to milk every charged load?" "I do." "Do you Jordyn pledge to become all that you have dreamed of being, to become BoiFagBarbie - a dumb little faggot fucktoy for men to own, a boi pussy cum-dump for men to ruin, nothing more than a hole for men to destroy and to fill with their poz loads?" "I do." "Finally, do you Jordyn Myers, understanding all that I have told you, consent to all and any activities undertaken this night? Do you pledge to no longer be the femboy Jordyn but to become BoiFagBarbie, a willing and eager sacrifice to the lusts and the pleasures of the Brotherhood?" "I do." The man smiled and leaned forward to whisper into the femboy's ear. "Well done." Then he straightened up to address the crowd of men who had been watching on. "Do you - men of the Brotherhood - pledge to give this faggot all that he has asked for and more, to abuse him and to beat him, to fuck him and to breed him, to ruin him and to destroy him, so long as you have a charged load in your balls?" "WE DO," came as a roar from all of then men there. The tension and solemnity of the previous few minutes shattered by the venom and intensity of that sound. Still smiling, Daddy Robert waited for the tumult to die down and then gave the required declaration. "Gentlemen ... You may ruin the bride!" Over the last few moments a group of men had moved forward to surround the group in front of Daddy Robert. Ten men, all African-American and in their late twenties, notably younger than most of the men there. Their clothing and ink left little doubt what sort of men they were. Men of the street, dangerous men, gang bangers in every sense of the word. Men who knew what they wanted and took it. Their leader moved between Daddy Robert and Jordyn. The femboy looked into his eyes and saw what was there and in that moment Jordyn's nerve went. He tried to dart away from the man even though he had to know it was useless, that there would be no escape. Jerome, the Bull and Daddy Robert all stepped back - laughing at the young man's obvious terror. They left him to the not so tender mercies of the ten men that were now closing in on him. Jordyn managed three tottering steps but in his heart he knew why he was wearing the heels. So he could not run, so he was helpless before the desires of these men. On the fourth step he tottered forward and was roughly grabbed by one of the men surrounding him. In that very moment Jordyn sensed the strength and power in that man's arms. He was helpless to resist such a masculine force and even if he tried there were nine more, waiting. He could not fight, he could not fly, there could be only one result of the adrenaline now pumping through his bloodstream. He was going to be well and truly fucked and there was nothing he could do about it. Other men came and grasped his arms and his legs, lifted him off the ground and bodily carried Jordyn to the door at the other end of the meeting room. Through the door Jordyn saw the lights and the cameras, the mattress on the floor, the battered old leather sofas. As he got closer he saw the mattress was dirty and stained, stains of sweat and semen but also, he thought, stains that looked like blood. "Help!" Jordyn screamed and tried to break free of the men, kicking his legs frantically. However, he was only answered by a roar of laughter from the men remaining behind in the meeting room. The grip on each of his limbs was firm and unmoved by his pitiful struggles. Jordyn's eyes sought out their leader as the men carried him to his doom. "Please..." he started. The man's hand slapped Jordyn hard in the face, with real intent. "Shut the fuck up faggot bitch," the leader snarled. Jordyn stopped talking and struggling, his face just showed shock at the weight of the slap. It stunned him a little but not so much that he didn't understand. He had dreamed of this moment for so long and now he would find out just what happened when the femboi bride was destroyed. Whether he wanted to - or not. The door closed behind the men and their prey. In the meeting room attention turned to the large screen on one wall. The live feed of all that occurred beyond that door. Sent to the meeting room and also to certain wealthy men with specialist sexual tastes around the world. They already knew that the pretty boy faggot, whose name most of them had already forgotten, would be fine entertainment. The forty men left in the meeting room chatted and refreshed their drinks as they watched the action. Many were old friends, or at least knew each other from events such as this. They swapped breeding stories and information on mutual contacts as they waited. Their time would soon come. The little faggot wasn't going anywhere - except to his destiny. ***

Looking back, I should have known he was positive. But the subject of his status never came up until he was cumming in my guts. I met Daddy online. I have a thing for older, daddy top types, and, at 6'2", mustache, s&p hair, muscular, and an 8 inch cock, this guy fit the bill. And he was into leather! Every time I was on Manhunt he'd be on and I'd send him a message. Usually he ignored me, but occasionally he would unlock his pictures to tease me with harness and chaps shots, or pics of his big ol' dick. After about a year of chasing him, I finally found him online and sent him a message that I was desperate for his cock and I would do anything to take it. This seemed to break the ice. We chatted that night and exchanged emails and pictures. I sent him pics of my ass- and one pic of my ex fucking me raw. "So you take it bareback?" he asked. "Well-- not often. I have. But I need to really know the guy." I replied. "I only fuck bare-- is that a problem? 'Cuz you said you'd do anything for my cock, an my cock wants to feel that raw hole" he said. "It's not a problem... Sir." Famous last words. After that we set a date for the following Tuesday. He worked near my apartment, and was going to come by right after he got off. And he would bring some leather. Tuesday rolled around and I was so horny I couldn't concentrate at work. It didn't help that Daddy texted several times during the day, sending naked pics and cock shots, along with descriptions of what he was going to do with me. I got home, cleaned-up and prepped, and put on my leather harness for Daddy. And then waited. When my phone finally rang I nearly jumped out of my skin. I couldn't buzz him up fast enough. As soon as he got into my apartment he shoved me roughly against the wall and kissed me. He was so strong, and his taking charge just made me melt into him. Daddy broke free and headed to the bathroom to piss and change. I went to my bed to wait. When Daddy came into my bedroom, he was decked out in a harness, arm bands, chaps and boots, as well as the leather cap from his online picture! I stood up and we made out and groped each other. Then he shoves my head hard down to his cock and makes me suck him. His dick was beautiful-- a true 8 incher with just a slight upward curve. I worshiped that cock. Then he got me on all fours on the floor and started eating my hole. Man, did Daddy know what he was doing!!! I was so horny, I couldn't wait to get fucked. I begged him to put his cock in me. And he did. He spit strongly onto on my hole and in his hand, lubed his big fuckstick and started working the mushroom head against my hole. I had poppers and he told me to do a hit. "Get poppered up, fucker, because here I come!" He commanded. After a big snort, that head popped past my sphincter and he was sliding his raw Daddy dick into my hole. It had been so long since I'd taken raw dick (since my last ex) I forgot how great raw fucking feels. "Yeah, fucker! You like that cock?" he called me "fucker" a lot. "Yeah, fucker! Daddy's finally giving you what you've been craving, isn't he?" Fuck yes he was! He started pumping my hole and really working it with every inch of his meat. And I was in heaven. Then he pulled out almost all the way and froze. "Hold still, fucker- I'm taking a picture to send to my buddies. I wanna show them your ass and how you're taking my fat cock." The picture thing TOTALLY turned me on, so I held still like he commanded. He snapped several pics, balls deep, halfway, almost out, and then one of him all the way out, head pressed against my hole. He then texted them to his buddy. "Well, fucker! My buddy is impressed and likes what he sees! Maybe next time we'll tag-team your ass" I told him I was more than willing. He then rolled me onto my shoulder blades on the floor, and re-entered my ass. My legs were on his shoulders and he went to town drilling me, only stopping every so often to re-lube with his spit. His cock felt so good and I was so horny that just the action of it scrubbing my insides was getting me close to cumming. I asked him stop fucking because I was too close, and he did. He didn't want me cumming yet either. We did this four more times-- stopping each time as I got too close. But on the fifth time, he told me he was done interrupting his fuck for me. He fucked me harder and rolled me all the way onto my shoulder blades until he was standing and plunging into me. I came without ever touching my cock, and my own jizz coated my face and open mouth. He kept drilling me until my balls were empty. I expected him to pull out as I was done, and, truth be known, once I cum, I don't like getting fucked. I asked Daddy to stop, and he paused long enough to say, "Nuh-Uh fucker. We're done fucking when I SAY we're done. And we ain't done 'til I've cum in your ass twice!" Then he resumed pounding me without mercy. It took another ten excruciating minutes of solid fucking before I felt his cock start to swell to even bigger proportions in my ass. Thank god he was close! I had been huffing poppers like mad during his abuse of my hole, so I was in a dizzy haze when he finally said, "Here you go, fucker! This is what you wanted! Take my POZ LOAD!" And with that he tensed up and I could feel every inch of that eight inch python squirting and pulsing his charged jizz into my ass. When he finished, and yanked his cock unceremoniously out of my hole, I finally asked "You're poz?" "Of course, fucker. I thought you knew. You said you'd do anything to take my cock." We lay on the floor and didn't talk for awhile. I let him play with my hole and finger his leaking load back inside my ass. Eventually he said, "Admit it, fucker. You wanted it. You were turned on by my big daddy cock taking charge of your ass-- and then charging your ass." My cock started getting hard again hearing him talk so frankly. "Ah, so you DID like it! And your ass is already hungry for more-- I can feel it sucking on my finger." He bred me again that evening just like he said he was going to. The second time was much more gentle, with lots of making out during. As he was getting dressed back into his business clothes, the last thing he said to me that night was, "Fucker, you shoot big loads! Next time we should find some dude on-line and take turns pozzing his ass!"

Husband and I (both bears in or mid 30s and early 40s) met up with a new friend (40 kind of muscle bear) at a hotel recently that wanted to bottom for us. We had a good amount of time for foreplay and blowing each other before we moved into eating his ass while he sucked on our cocks. When we had him nice and opened up we spent about 2 hours taking turns fucking him while he either nursed on the others cock or 69ed with them. Every time he got close to cumming we made him stop and we shifted to slow fucking him to make him last longer. The session ended with the husband blowing his load, pulling out so our friend could suck his cock clean, me sliding in to churn his load up, our friend blowing hands free, and them me adding my load as his ass spasmed around my cock.

I’d been telling myself that I need to behave. That I shouldn’t be going to the peeps, or the baths. That I really can’t keep getting loaded up by random men every single weekend. But it was a deep need that I couldn’t ignore. This was before the days of prep and I knew I should be careful, but from the very first time a guy put a load in me, it unlocked something that I couldn’t put away, a slippery slope that I was all to eager to slide down. I was in my early 20s when this all started and I was eager to take loads from anyone. Telling myself I shouldn’t, next thing I knew, I’d be parking in the gravel parking lot behind the peeps. A seedy building in a not so great part of town. Usually had just the kind of clientele I was looking for, nasty perverts doing depraved things. Jock strap, cock ring on, poppers in my pocket, looking for trouble and determined to find it. It was a rainy night, and the parking lot was half full. I recognized some of the cars that were there but not who they belonged to so there were probably a few regulars I’d recognize inside. I went in through the back entrance. 70s classic rock playing quietly, rows of porn dvds and sex toys lining the shelves. Sure there were apps and hookup sites but I liked cruising the best. Not knowing who I was going to find or what situation I’d end up in. I paid the entry to the back and the guy working handed me a bunch of tokens for the video machines without saying a word. I had a stache of tokens at this point. Rarely ended up watching anything. Was just there to fuck. He definitely recognized me as I thought I’m probably a regular at this point myself. Not sure how I felt about that but oh well. I slipped behind the curtain and into the darkness of the back rooms. It took a moment for my eyes to adjust. There was an area with a tv and chairs. A couple guys were just sitting around, watching. A few looked back when I walked in. I was more interested in the back half of the room. A narrow hallway lined with booths on either side. There was also this area being the booths that you could slip behind which was fun for something a little more public. It didn’t seem too busy but some of the booths were occupied. There were these pin holes you could look through to watch guys inside. I took a look and there was a guy inside getting fucked. Lucky. Couldn’t see inside too well to see what was happening and I could feel my cock stir, thinking about these strangers fucking each other, probably bareback. There were condoms around to take but seemed like that bowl stayed full most of the time, thankfully. I slipped behind the booths into that narrow space and took a quick hit of the poppers I had. I felt that warm wash spread over me and was just filled with lust. Feeling dirty knowing all the guys in the room were looking for the same thing. Thats when one of the regulars came around the corner. He seemed to be there every time I stopped in. We’d never done anything before and honestly he gave me a bit of the creeps, but tonight felt different. I wasn’t sure how old he was but probably 30, 40 years older than me. Probably has fucked tons of guys with how often I saw him there. The poppers were doing their job though and I could see him leering at me in the dark from down the hallway. He was wearing sweatpants and I could see this massive tent forming as he grinned at me and took a bottle out and took a big hit. I took another hit myself and he stated to thrust his hips, staring at me. What was I thinking? I’d avoided hooking up with this guy dozens of times but today it felt like he was staring deep into me and knew I wanted it. The poppers melted away any bit of inhibition I had left and I knew that if I didn’t get him inside me I could be going home without getting the fuck I needed so badly. Something in my head told me that once I did this, this fucker would be dumping his load in me over and over. He started walking toward me and I slipped inside one of the booths, leaving the door open. He followed me inside and I dropped my gym shorts to the ground, bending over on the bench. Taking long deep hits of poppers. I could hear him behind me taking deep hits too. It was all happening so fast. My head was swimming as he took a step behind me. I figured there was no way this seedy guy used condoms and I was right when I felt him line his cock up behind me. Tapping his heavy meaty cock on my ass gave me a preview of what I was signed up for. I braced myself as he started to push. Oh my god I can’t believe I’m letting THIS guy inside me, raw, and I love it. Time for more poppers. I knew this was going to be a problem for me, no turning that off now. Fucker was going in dry! I felt the thick head of his cock burst roughly inside me. I braced myself, holding my breath as he roughed up my hole but it felt so fucking good at the same time. I still couldn’t believe I was letting this guy fuck me raw. It felt right, inevitable. Just another escalation into being the depraved cum slut I know I needed to be. He pulled all the way out and slipped back in. Easier this time. His cock was just drooling thick precum and was quickly lubing me up. I had a thought about how he probably tore my ass up when he went in dry and already he was marking me with his precum. I had to assume he was poz and just this thought brought the bottle back to my nose for a deep inhale. I probably have taken some charged loads at some point, but if I hadn’t, this seemed pretty likely to be happening now. He chuckled a bit as I took deep breaths from the bottle, grabbed my hips and drove the rest of his cock all the way to the hilt in one thrust. I was seeing stars as he pushed deep up inside me. This was so desperately what I needed. Getting dicked down by this nasty fucker in a booth. New high score. Badge unlocked of nasty slutty things I was willing to do. He was taking long deep strokes into my guts and I could feel the ridge of his cock head raking against my insides. The poppers and this huge bare cock inside me just shut my brain off and I really settled in for the ride. I wanted him to use my ass however he wanted and was determined to give him a good fuck, make sure that I could work as big of a load out of him as I could. I wanted this guy to absolutely paint my insides. My ass was slick with precum at this point and he was fully taking his cock out and ramming it back in. Over and over. I wasn’t sure how much more I could take but I wasn’t about to quit before I got what I needed. Another hit of poppers. I could hear how sloppy he fucked me open. Gaped wide open and leaking when he hadn’t even cum yet. I heard him open the door and I looked back to see a couple guys quickly look in. One guy looked surprised and came back to watch. I took a glance back at the fucker wrecking my hole and he flashed me a grin that seemed a bit sinister. The eye contact felt like he was looking deep into me. This was where I belonged. Letting these sleazy men dump their cum inside me. Using me to get off. He uncapped his poppers and I figured this must be it. He took like 4 or 5 deep hits and I knew what was coming. I quickly did the same to catch up. The guy watching from outside was rubbing his cock through his pants and I heard him say “fuck yeah knock him up”. He started to breathe heavy and his cock stabbing inside me became more erratic. All of a sudden he pulled me back onto him and I felt his cock dig even further up inside me. I swear I could feel him swell and I pushed back. I needed this load as deep as I could. He grunted and I could feel his cock pulse. This was it. Thick ropes of toxic cum being blasted deep up inside me. I couldn’t believe I was actively thinking about getting pozzed. I just completely surrendered. I clamped down and tried to milk every last bit of seed out of him. He stayed buried deep inside me for a minute before slowly pulling out. His cock came out with a loud plop. Thick drops of cum splashing onto the dirty floor. I needed that cum to stay in me but was just leaking out with how this guy fucked me wide open. He gave me a pat on the ass and said in a gravelly voice, “first of many” and quickly exited the booth. I shut the door behind him. Head spinning, catching my breath, leaking cum and feeling the sluttiest I’ve ever felt. A mix of feeling a little guilty but the most turned on I’ve ever been, cock rock hard. I had a feeling the night wasn’t over yet. I put my gym shorts back on over my jock strapped ass, nasty cum soaking into them. Now where was that guy that told him to knock me up?

Freshly filled… do you like?

So, I was quite busy again last week. My bf was on another business trip. Got loaded on Monday and Tuesday. And on Thursday I was finally topping again. 😉 Found this guy in a neighboring apartment building and he‘s really patient with me given that my topping skills are not the best. We want to meet again so I can practice more 😉 Tbh, I‘d love to top more. And I really appreciate to get the opportunity to practice with him. 🙂

As a reasonably hung and very hard top, I do love hearing and seeing my boys squirm and struggle for a bit to take me to the hilt. Early on felt a bit guilty about that until I realized while they never admit to *liking* it per se - they almost always keep coming back for more. So there is a thing there even if you aren't a power bottom.

I have no interest in chem sex. I live a fit and healthy life and don't need drugs to enjoy sex. Like many of you have said here, I want to experience it and not be chemically numb to what is going on.

After leaving Jane's apartment, I felt a little uneasy at what just happened. I can't think of any moment in my life prior to meeting Rick where this would have happened. I just gave a bj to a father of a roommate of my ex-girlfriend. I went to run a few other errands including the store to pick up some groceries for the house. As I was getting some fruit and vegetables I noticed an older man looking at me. He was around 5'9" thin build. He was wearing running shorts and a tank top. I was in my running shorts again and he kept looking me up and down. He smiled when he saw that I saw him looking. I finished shopping and saw him in the parking lot. "Nice running shorts. You run a lot" he said "Thank you. Once in a while, but not often" I said "Really you are very fit. You have a nice tight body" he said looking me up and down. I could see a bulge in his shorts. "Thank you. I am more of a swimmer" I said "Oh me too. Where do you go swimming" he said "the pool at the community college" I replied "Me too. I go there once in a while. Maybe I will run into you there. That would be nice. I am Tom" he said reaching out his hand I shook his hand. He had a nice grip and held it for a few seconds longer than a normal hand shake. "I am Dan" I said "Nice to meet you Dan. I hope to see you at the pool one day. What days do you go swimming?" he asked "I don't have set days. I just go when I have free time or need to exercise" I said "I will be there tomorrow and Wednesday. I hope to see you there" he said looking me up and down. The attention made me blush and my cock a little hard which I think he noticed. "Ok maybe, thank you" I said. We both then walked to our cars. I ran one more errand and then went home. Rick was still at work. I put away the groceries and decided to jump in the pool for a swim. After swimming for about 20 minutes I ended up laying on a lounge chair under the shade. I fell asleep then woke up when I heard Rick in the backyard with me. "Hey sleep head" he said. He was in his swimsuit with a hard cock. "Fuck I love when I can see your hard cock like that in your suit. It looks so hot" I said and then reached out and started to rub his cock thru the swimsuit. He moaned. "Yeah you love Daddy's cock don't you" he said "Yes I do. I fell in love with it the first time I saw it and tasted it" I said smiling and the pull down his swimsuit and took him in my mouth. I sucked on him, licking him and worshipping his thick stick. He moaned and slowly pushed his cock deeper into my throat. I gagged but recovered and swallowed almost his whole cock. I had become quite good in deepthroating his huge meat. I could taste the precum leaking from his cock. I sucked him for a couple more minutes. I pulled down my swimsuit and bent over. "Fuck me Daddy please. I want your sperm in me baby. Make me pregnant please" I said shaking my ass at him. He lined up and in one thrust plunged into me. I winced and yelled out. Even though I had his cum in me he is still huge and difficult to take on one slam in. He didn't relent and kept up his pace. He fucked me hard. I just moaned dropped my head down and pushed back on his cock trying to get it all in me with each thrust. He kept his pace and started to spasm and he moaned, "Here you go boy" and shot his load into me. He kept fucking me grinding me for a few more minutes. He pulled out slowly and I clinched to keep his cum in me. Some of it leaked out. I licked it up off the chair and cleaned his cock off. I stood up and we kissed deeply with his hands on my ass squeezing them. We went inside to clean up and start to make dinner. He left for his bedroom and came back in. "Bend over" he commanded I bent over right there in the kitchen. "Lick this. Its a cunt plug" he said. I was a rubber thing that looked thin at top, widened and then tapered back down. Then it had a base to it. Then he stuck it in my ass. I moaned. "This will keep my cum in you so you don't lose any and it soaks into your cunt. We want to do everything to knock you up" he said It felt funny and arousing. I started to get a hard on. He grabbed my cock. "Somebody likes that thing in his pussy" he said I nodded and kissed him. "I do. I love everything you do to me" I said. He kissed me and then slapped my ass. We went back to making dinner. The butt plug or cunt plug as he called it kept hitting my prostate. As I walked around and made dinner it kept me aroused. He noticed my cock was hard and had precum leaking. "Hmmm boy, your pussy is so sensitive isn't it. It loves the new toy" he said and grabbed the plugged and pushed it deeper and rotated it. I let out a loud moan, it felt so good. My cock throbbed and precum leaked more. He kept it up and I had to hang onto the counter. I pushed out my ass to give him more access as he worked it in my hole. He rubbed my cock a bit and precum leaked on the floor. Then he stopped instantly and walked away. I stood there breathing hard with one leg partially in the air. He stood looking at me and laughed.

here is part 2 finally enjoy =) LOST INNOCENSE AT THE BATHOUSE PART 2 Dean wanted to see Adam’s expression when he first entered him with his bare cock. He never told any of them though what they would actually be getting, but he loved making them beg for him to pump their asses full of his loads. It was a massive turn on to him for the boys, who he pozzed, to see and willingly accept that he was fucking them raw. He was planning on making sure Adam’s first time was going to be something he would never forget. It would be a night of firsts for the eighteen year old teen. First time with smoking Tina, first booty bump, first time being fucked, first load of charged dirty seed, first slam, and finally his first gangbang. Dean put on a porn vid showing a barely legal twink being rimmed by an older daddy type, before climbing between Adam’s legs. He figured the vid would distract Adam, while he got him prepped for his fucking. He tossed the T-laced warming lube on the bed, along with a film canister loaded with Tina shards and powder, plus a can of Maximum Impact and one of his old dirty jocks to spray it on. Adam moaned when Dean grabbed his legs and bent them back towards his head and started to rim him with tongue. He loved the feel of Dean’s five o’clock shadow on his hairless hole whenever Dean pulled back and rubbed his chin and cheeks on it. The boy was going crazy with lust; he had never felt like this before when he had smoked pot. It felt like his body screaming, “It’s finally time to get laid! You’ve been waiting long enough.” The eighteen year old twink’s moans were turning Dean something fierce. His thick eight inches started to ooze pre-cum like water pouring from a faucet. Dean wished he could use just his pre-cum to fuck Adam, but he knew the young virgin boy wasn’t ready for that yet. Maybe if he was lucky he would tweak Adam up one more time and just use pre-cum to fuck him with before he left town. Dean poured some of his “T” laced warming lube on Adam’s hole and began to work it into the boy’s ass stretching it for his entry. He knew Adam wouldn’t notice the initial burn of the Tina in the warming lube as he got his ass stretched. The young kid would just think it was his virgin ass being stretched wider and wider to take Dean’s thick man spike. He gave a silent thanks to whatever chemist developed the warming lube it made it so much easier to stealth guys with. “OH GAWD!!!! OH GAWD!!! OH GAWD!!!” seemed to be Adam’s new mantra as Dean worked first one finger, then a second finger in his now blooming teen rose hole. His ass couldn’t seem to get enough of Dean’s fingers, it wanted more and more inside him. “That’s what’s gonna happen to you shortly Adam,” he said motioning Adam to look over at the video screen as he pulled his fingers out. He smiled as the teen’s ass stayed open a bit before slowly closing. It was as if it was begging for Dean to continue working it with his fingers. While Adam was distracted Dean opened the film canister and pulled out a nice sized shard of “T” to booty bump the unsuspecting eighteen year old who was about to take his first of many poz loads up his tight lil’ ass. Adam, who was already really turned on by the joint and fingering his ass had received from Dean, was starting go into overdrove with lust as he watched the older daddy begin to slide his hard raw cock into the twink on screen. Soon another daddy joined the scene and started face fucking the twink as the other one used the boy’s ass. Adam started wishing he was the kid in the video. It just looked so fucking hot. As Adam watched the raw cock work the teen’s ass he almost wished Dean would do that to him. Yet he knew it was safer to have the top covered that’s why he had his baggie of rubbers with him. Wait! Did he remember to bring the bag from patio when he followed Dean into his room? He couldn’t remember if he did or not, but before he could say anything he gasped as the older man’s fingers entered his ass again. Dean grinned as he added a third finger to Adam’s ass pushing the shard inside with his fingers. He began tearing into the teen’s fuck tunnel with his fingers as he worked the shard in. He wanted to make sure the boy’s hole was torn up enough to take his toxic seed and start the pozzing process. He knew his PA would cause more damage once he began fucking the boy, but liked to make sure he was doing the job thoroughly. “Shit! That hurts,” moaned Adam as he felt like Dean was ripping up his ass. “Shh, babe just making sure you’re nice and stretched so it won’t hurt as much as I slide this beef stick in that lil pussy of yours,” Dean said with an evil smirk that was lost on Adam. Before long Adam couldn’t believe how good Dean’s fingers felt inside him. He needed more inside him. It was like his ass wouldn’t be satisfied until it was getting fucked. “SHIT MAN!!!! COME ON!!!! GIVE ME THAT FAT DICK!!! FUCK ME!!!! COME ON FUCK ME LIKE A BITCH!!!!!” Adam couldn’t believe he was begging this older 6’, 285 lbs. daddy to fuck his 5’6”, 120lbs. eighteen year old body like he was a girl. What was coming over him? He needed to be fucked bad, really bad. He needed to feel that eight inch, red bull thick, huge mushroom headed, pierced cock fucking him like the twink in the video. Dean grinned down at the virgin boy he was about to fuck and breed full of his toxic seed. He always stopped taking his meds about a week before he went out to the baths to make sure he was primed to stealth young hot twinks. “Here sniff on this Adam while I finish getting ready to pop that cherry of yours,” Dean said reaching down and spraying his dirty three week old jock with a large amount of Maximum Impact. Once the jock covered Adam’s face Dean got up and opened the door to his room completely so others could see Adam lose his cherry to his raw fuck stix. He quickly climbed back on the bed lubing his dick with more of the “T” tainted warming gel and sprinkled his huge mushroom head with some “T” powder. He pulled the dirty jock off Adam’s face one more time and sprayed it again before placing it back on the boy’s face. This time he didn’t cover Adam’s eyes. He wanted to watch the boy’s expression as he felt Dean’s raw cock enter his tight ass. Adam was flying from the stuff Dean had made him smell in the dirty jock as he felt the older man begin to push on his hole. It was painful despite all the finger work Dean had done on him, but he wanted it really, bad. Dean was waiting for him to open up a bit more. As tempted as he was just to rip the hell out of the virgin boy, he wanted Adam to be so tweaked and into the fuck he wouldn’t realize or care how abused his hole was as each and every guy used it in the pig sling room later. As soon as he did that his ass relaxed and opened enough for Dean’s huge mushroom cap to enter where nothing had entered before except a few fingers. “FUCK!!!!!!!!!” Adam yelped loudly as Dean entered and paused. Adam began to pant rapidly from the intrusion of the massively thick cock. At first he didn’t think he could take it, but the longer Dean held it there the better it felt. He was starting to want more of this daddy’s thick eight inches buried in his ass. Dean sprayed the jock one more time dropping back over the boy’s nose and mouth, leaving his eyes uncovered so he could watch Adam’s eyes as a new poz cum slut was born. He waited until he was certain Adam was flying, before beginning to push deeper inside the no longer virgin boy. He knew in a matter of minutes once he was buried deep inside Adam and began his slow fucking the boy would be in total slut mode. He could already sense a couple guys standing outside the door watching. Once Adam was in full slut mode he would invite them in to watch and join in. But before he did that he was going to make the boy know he was being fucked raw and beg like a good lil’ slut for Dean’s load. Dean began to force his cock deeper and deeper into Adam making the innocent boy moan loader with each inch that sank into his neg ass. He loved how hot and tight his new bitch’s ass felt on his poz meat spike. He was looking forward to contrasting this feel with the one he would give Adam before helping the boy dress at the end of the fuckfest. Adam couldn’t believe how good it felt to have a cock buried in his ass. He wished he had started earlier if he had known it felt this good. “FUCK MAN!!! THIS FEELS SO GOOD!” Adam moaned loudly. “I haven’t even started yet slut, wait ‘til I get I start pumping your sweet lil’ pussy and breed it.” Dean chuckled, beginning to pull out and shove his dick back in the teen beneath him. He was quickly pulling almost out before slamming back in Adam. “SHIT!!! OH FUCK!!!! YES!!!!” Adam began chanting over and over as Dean picked up speed fucking the eighteen year old harder and harder. He started pushing back to meet each downward thrust. This was so fucking good Adam thought. He wanted more and more of Dean’s cock. He just couldn’t get enough of it. He loved the thick meat pounding him and really loved how the PA felt on his prostrate each time it hit his boy button. Once Dean was sure Adam was really getting into the fuck he decided it was time to let the twink know he was being fucked raw. He reached down and grabbed one of Adam’s hands and brought it back to his cunt which was still being pounded by Dean. “Here bitch feel how good my fuck stix feels going in your sweet pussy,” he said grinning as he wrapped Adam’s hand around the slick meat spike working his ass. “You’re taking it like the good fucking slut you are.” Adam couldn’t believe this thick piece of man meat was making him feel so good. He was enjoying the feel of the thick tool working his ass, when he realized he didn’t feel the bottom of the rubber. He began running his hand up and down Dean’s cock shaft searching for the rubber, but there was none. His eyes widen as he realized he was being barebacked. No this was wrong he had to get Dean to stop and put one on! “You’re not wearing a rubber! You gotta stop and put one on! Please stop Dean!” Adam begged. Dean loved the shocked expression of Adam as he realized his was being barebacked. Now it was time to make him beg for Dean’s load to be pumping in his slut boy pussy. “You didn’t ask for one when we started and I’m not stopping ‘til I load that cunt of yours with my jizz. Besides I never wear a condom it feels better raw. Besides you were enjoying it before you knew you were getting it raw up your slut ass,” with that he started long dicking Adam hard and fast. Every once in a while he would pull completely out before slamming back in deep and hard. The overwhelming sensation of skin against skin quickly Adam made forget about Dean fucking him bareback. Dean was right it felt so good and he was once again moaning and begging for Dean’s cock. If being fucked raw felt this good, then covered must not be that good. He then vaguely remembered guy friends saying fucking a girl bareback was a thousand times better than wearing a rubber. So maybe it was okay to be fucked by Dean like this. “SHIT!!!! FUCK ME!!!! HARDER!!!!! FUCK ME!!!!! HARDER!!!!! GIVE IT TO ME!!!!!” Adam howled as he was getting turned on more and more. He needed it bad and wanted to get as much dick as possible in him. He had never imagined he would ever feel like this in his life. Adam never wanted it to stop. “See bitch, you like it raw don’t ya?” Dean asked as he continued to pummel Adam’s pussy. “YES!!!! FUCK ME!!! HARDER!!! GIVE ME YOUR LOAD!!!!” “You want my charged load huh bitch?” Dean asked with an evil smile realizing Adam didn’t know what he was asking. “FUCK YES!!!! GIVE IT TO ME!!!!! BREED ME WITH IT!!!!” Adam demanded being totally lost in lust now from the “T”. He wanted to feel this daddy’s load being pumped inside him. He no longer cared about a rubber only being fucked as much as possible. Adam couldn’t believe how energized he was getting fucked by Dean. This could go on forever as so far as he was concerned. He was pushing back to get more of Dean inside him. “Hell ya cunt I’m gonna fill your fucking pussy with my charged jizz slut,” “FUCK YA!!! GIVE IT TO ME!!!!! I WANT YOUR LOAD!!!!” Feeling his balls starting to tingle as he punch fucked Adam, Dean asked the boy, “You want my charged load? Well fucking beg for me to charge your cunt with my load,” Dean commanded the still innocent boy. “FUCKIN’ CHARGE MY ASS!!!!” Adam practically howled going crazy from the fucking he was getting. He didn’t understand what was about to happen to him. He was getting ready to take his first poz load of his life and had been tricked into begging for Dean to poz him. “FUCK YA!!! SLUT!!!!! I’M!!!! GONNA!!! CHARGE!!! THAT!!!! SLUT!!!! CUNT!!!” Yelled Dean as he completely pulled out of Adam’s boy pussy before slamming back into it as hard as he could slamming his churning balls against the boy’s hairless ass. His knew his PA was doing more damage to Adam’s no longer virgin fuck tunnel as he buried it deep as he began to fire volley after volley into Adam. “SHIT!!!! CUMMING!!!! TAKE MY CHARGED!!! LOAD!!!!! IN YOUR!!!! NEG CUNT!!!! SLUT!!!!!!!” Dean howled as he began pumping his load deep into Adam. He began lubing the boy’s raw and damaged fuck tunnel with long slow in and out strokes. He wanted to make sure he worked his toxic load in good and deep into the no longer neg teen. Adam couldn’t believe how good Dean’s load felt inside him. He loved the warm thick gooey man juice coating his colon. He wanted more dicks in him so he could keep enjoying this amazing feeling in his ass. Without thinking about it, Adam started working his ass muscles trying to milk Dean’s wonderful jizz out of his thick eight inch man cock. Dean looked back at the door recognizing one of the four men at the door who had been watching Adam take his first poz load of his life. He grinned at Jack, his friend, motioning with his head at the small toiletries bag on top of his clothes. Dean kept pumping his still hard cock in and out of Adam keeping him distracted from Jack entering the room and opening the bag. Jack understood what Dean wanted to do to the fucking hot twink he had picked up and breed with his toxic seed. Inside the bag were several prepared points. He pulled one out and waited as Dean pulled the dirty jock off the boy’s face. He grinned as soon as he got a good like at the twink. He loved the fact that the boy looked like he was barely sixteen, but knew he had to be at least eighteen. The bath would never risk its license by letting underage boys in. This was going to be hot doing this boy, who looked so young, almost like doing the real thing. Dean knew Jack would help him slam Adam. Once that was accomplished he would let Jack and the other guys at the door take turns before giving Adam another slam and booty bump. Then the no longer innocent eighteen year old would be led the pig sling room where he would spend the rest of the night and possibly a big chunk of the next day being gangbanged by everyone and anyone who wanted a go at his no longer cherry boy ass. Adam was in for the time of his life. Dean sprayed his jock with another big hit of Maximum Impact before dropping it on Adam’s face covering it completely again. As soon as he did Jack hurried over with the point and a rubber tube. They quickly tied it on the flying boy’s arm and stuck him making sure they didn’t get a bubble before injecting it in. Once the syringe was empty they pulled off the rubber tube and waited. Adam was flying from the stuff on Dean’s jock when he felt something tied tightly on his right arm and a slight prick. The tightness on his arm didn’t last very long before it was released. It almost reminded him of time he had gotten his blood drawn once. Suddenly he felt a warm rush move up his arm and into his chest and throat. For a minute it felt like he couldn’t breathe as his heart was beating like mad, then he coughed hard a few times. After coughing he couldn’t believe how good he felt. He felt so alive and really, really needed to have Dean fuck him more. Hell he wanted any dick now fucking him. He was so fucking horny. His ass and cock were tingling. He started trying to work his ass to let Dean know he was ready for more fucking. “Slut’s ready for you guys now come on in and take a ride. I just popped his sweet lil’ cherry ass,” Adam heard Dean say to someone as he pulled the jock off his face. Adam looked up and saw four naked men standing around him stroking their cocks. They looked like they ranged in age from early twenties to in his sixties. The young guy was a well-built muscle stud sporting a nice wedge shaped seven inch cock, the forty-something guy standing next to Dean was a tall Skelton-like man with a thick nine inch long cock. The other two sixty-something men were heavy set bearded bears sporting a couple of very thick six and half and seven inch cocks. Jack was a forty-five year old poz top, who had stopped taking meds a few years back, was leering and drooling at the prospect of pumping his death seed into Adam. His twink ex-boyfriend had cheated on him with another guy more than ten years before and ended up infected him with the virus as a result. He did the whole meds thing for a while, but finally in the end said fuck it. He decided he would share the gift his ex-boyfriend had given him with as many twink boys as he could. His big nine inch death stix usually tempted many drunk, stoned or tweaking fools into letting him breed their asses with his death seed. “These guys enjoyed the show slut and want to take a ride in that hot pussy you have there. I know you’d like that wouldn’t you? Filling that sweet lil’ twat of yours with their charged loads, right cunt?” Dean said as he slid his cock in and out a couple more times the now tweaking cum dump he had just created. This caused Adam to moan before pulling it completely out leaving the eighteen year old wanting more cocks in his now gaping hole. “FUCK YES!!!! I NEED MORE COCK!!!! Breed me!!!!” Adam begged as his ass told him it desperately needed more cock. He couldn’t understand what was coming over him. He had never been this horny in his life. He had to get as much cock in his ass as possible. Dean grabbed something from his small black bag before returning to Adam with a bottle of water. In the meantime Jack climbed on the bed and positioned himself between Adam’s legs. He waited patiently teasing Adam’s still slightly open fuck hole that had started to ooze out some of Dean’s toxic load. Dean offered the now uninhibited twink two Viagra and “X” tablet along with a bottle of water. Dean sprayed some more Maximum Impact on his jock and dropped it back on the boy’s nose and mouth. “Mind if I booty bump the slut some more Dean?” Jack asked holding up the film canister and shaking it. “Nope that’s what it’s for Jack,” Dean replied with an evil smirk. Jack smiled back as he opened the canister shaking out a nice sized shard and then shook some powder on the head of his already cum covered cock head. One of the older bear couple grabbed Adam’s legs and pulled them back so Jack could drop the shard in the boy’s open hole. Jack took the boy’s legs back and lined his cock with the opening. As he shoved his thick nine inch cock in the moaning twink balls deep in a single thrust he announced to the gathered room, “Now it’s time to really knock this slut’s ass up with some poz loads.”

I recently found a video of an anon fuck in South America many years ago. I had placed an ad don't remember where, and one of the guys who showed up was a very horny Spanish guy (from Spain) who gave me a good fuck. He fucked me in different positions until he starts telling me to ask him for his load "Pideme la leche" (Ask me for my cum) and shoots deep inside. Then he just left. The next morning I had to go to the bank and was lining up waiting for a cashier. When my turn came up, I walked to to both and the attendant was the top from the day before. It was unreal to see the guy who the day before gave me a load at the bank.

The industrial warehouse on the edge of the city loomed like a forgotten relic, its brick facade scarred by graffiti and years of neglect. Inside, Studio 7 buzzed with the low hum of fluorescent lights and the faint echo of moans from adjacent sets. Tyler, an 18-year-old fresh out of high school from a sleepy suburb, had answered the online ad on a lark. 'Entry-level adult film extras wanted—no experience necessary. Easy money, quick shoot.' He'd lied about his age in the application to make 18 sound more seasoned, but his boyish face and slim, untouched body screamed virgin. At 5'7" with messy blond hair, smooth pale skin, and wide hazel eyes full of naive hope, Tyler dreamed of escaping his dead-end life. He wore faded jeans that hugged his narrow hips and a plain gray hoodie, his sneakers squeaking on the concrete floor as he clutched a crumpled resume. The receptionist, a bored woman in her 40s with a cigarette dangling from her lips, barely glanced up. 'Tyler? Director's in back. Sign this waiver—standard stuff.' The paper blurred under his nervous fingers: releases for nudity, penetration, group scenes. He skimmed it, heart pounding, and scribbled his name. She buzzed him through a heavy door into a dimly lit space that smelled of stale sweat, lube, and industrial cleaner. Cameras on tripods flanked a raised platform with a stained mattress, flanked by folding chairs and scattered props—handcuffs, bottles of oil, a duffel of toys. Director Vance, a wiry man in his 50s with a ponytail and a perpetual smirk, waved him over. 'Kid, you look fresh. Virgin? Perfect for the 'innocent twink' vibe. We're shooting a daddy-dom scene today. You'll pair with Big Ron—our star bear. Lights, camera, action in ten. Strip to your undies and wait.' Two cameramen—burly guys named Mike and Luis—adjusted lenses, chuckling under their breath. A sound guy fiddled with mics, and in the corner, a producer typed on a laptop. Tyler's stomach flipped. 'Wait, like... full penetration? I thought it was just posing.' Vance laughed, clapping his shoulder too hard. 'Read the fine print, boy. This is pro porn. You back out now, no pay. But finish the scene, and you're walking with five hundred. Ron's hung like a horse—gonna make you a star.' Tyler swallowed, peeling off his hoodie and jeans, left in white briefs that did little to hide his soft cock. He sat on the edge of the mattress, knees bouncing, as the crew prepped. Then Big Ron lumbered in, a mountain of flesh at 6'5" and over 300 pounds. Late 40s, with a greasy beard streaked gray, rolls of fat cascading over his belt, and hairy arms like tree trunks. His gut hung heavy, straining a stained tank top, and sweat beaded on his forehead from the short walk. He reeked—unwashed body odor mixed with old cum and something sour, like days-old cheese. 'Fresh meat,' Ron grunted, eyeing Tyler like a meal. He stripped without ceremony, tank top hitting the floor to reveal sagging moobs dusted with coarse black hair, a belly that jiggled with each step. His cargo shorts dropped, unleashing thighs thick as Tyler's waist and, finally, his cock: a monster, twelve inches soft, thickening to fourteen erect, as girthy as a wrist. The foreskin clung tight, packed with yellow-white smegma that crusted the head and shaft, the stench hitting Tyler like a wall—cheesy, rancid, making his eyes water. 'Action!' Vance barked. Lights blazed hot on Tyler's skin. Ron grabbed him by the hair, yanking him to his knees on the hard platform. 'Suck it, boy. Clean daddy's dirty dick.' Tyler gaped, the cheesy cock slapping his cheek, leaving a sticky smear. 'I... I can't—it's filthy!' But Ron shoved forward, the bloated head forcing past his lips, smegma flaking onto his tongue—bitter, gritty, like spoiled milk. Tyler retched, but Ron held his head firm, thrusting shallowly to coat his mouth. 'Lick it clean, virgin slut. Taste what a real man's packing.' Tyler choked, saliva mixing with the cheese as he lapped tentatively, tongue scraping the folds under the foreskin. The flavor burned, acrid and overwhelming, but Ron's grip tightened, fucking his face deeper. Inches slid in, stretching Tyler's jaw until it ached, the girth bulging his throat. Gags wracked him, tears streaming as Ron's balls—hairy, sweat-slick—smacked his chin. 'Deeper, bitch. Gag on daddy's cheesy meat.' The crew filmed close-ups, Mike zooming on the drool bubbling out, Luis capturing Tyler's flushed face. Ron's hips bucked harder, the dirty shaft pistoning, smegma dissolving into a slimy froth that dripped down Tyler's chin onto his chest. After minutes of brutal face-fucking, Ron pulled out with a wet pop, his cock now slick and semi-hard, cheese residue clinging to Tyler's lips. 'Bend over the bed, ass up. Time to pop that cherry.' Tyler scrambled onto the mattress, trembling, briefs ripped down to expose his smooth, pink hole—virgin tight, untouched. Ron rummaged in the duffel, grabbing lube and the largest condom they had, extra-thick magnum size. He slathered his cock, the rubber straining as he rolled it on, the latex creaking over the veined length. But it barely fit, the tip peeking out, material taut. 'Please... be gentle. I'm scared,' Tyler whimpered, face buried in the sheets. Ron snorted, spitting on his hole before jamming two thick fingers in dry. Tyler yelped, the intrusion burning like fire, his ring clenching futilely. Ron twisted them roughly, scissoring to stretch, adding a third without warning—knuckles deep, probing the walls until Tyler sobbed. 'Tight as fuck. Gonna wreck this boypussy.' He yanked his fingers free, positioned the head at Tyler's pucker, and shoved. The breach was agony. The condom-sheathed cockhead popped past the rim, tearing a scream from Tyler as three inches sank in. 'Stop! It's ripping me!' But Ron gripped his hips, fat fingers digging bruises, and thrust harder—half his length burying in one go, the girth splitting Tyler's ass wide. Blood welled immediately, the virgin hole resisting the invasion, micro-tears forming from the sheer size. Ron pulled back slightly, the condom slick with red streaks, then rammed forward again, bottoming out with a grunt. Tyler's body jerked, ass clenching in pain, the burn radiating through his core. 'Fuck, you're bleeding already, kid. Take daddy's fat cock.' Ron set a merciless pace, hips slamming forward, his belly slapping Tyler's back with wet thuds. Each plunge dragged against the torn walls, blood lubricating the slide but amplifying the raw friction. Tyler clawed the mattress, crying out, 'It hurts too much! Pull out—please!' The condom stretched thinner with every thrust, latex groaning under the strain. Ron's cheesy cock—now buried deep—pounded Tyler's prostate, forcing unwanted sparks of pleasure amid the torment, his own dick leaking onto the sheets. Sweat poured off Ron, dripping onto Tyler's skin, mixing with the metallic scent of blood. The crew cheered softly, cameras rolling. Deeper in, Ron's rhythm turned feral, grunting like an animal. On a particularly vicious thrust—full force, balls-deep—the condom gave with a sharp snap. Tyler felt it: the sudden bare heat, the loss of barrier, Ron's raw skin grinding directly against his ravaged insides. 'What— the condom broke! Stop, you're bare!' Ron laughed, a deep belly rumble, not slowing. 'Oops. Guess you're getting daddy's load raw now.' He pinned Tyler's shoulders down, fucking harder, the broken latex shreds scraping inside. Blood squelched with each pump, Tyler's hole gaping wider, torn edges inflamed and bleeding freely down his thighs. 'No, no—cum outside! I don't want it!' Tyler begged, voice breaking into sobs, but Ron's weight crushed him, cock swelling thicker bare. The orgasm hit Ron like a freight train. He roared, slamming balls-deep, and unloaded—thick ropes of cum blasting into Tyler's guts, hot and forceful. Pulse after pulse, flooding the battered channel, overflowing to mix with blood in pinkish drips. Ron ground in, milking every drop, his cheesy seed marking the virgin deep. Tyler shuddered, his body betraying him with a weak spurt of his own cum, ass milking involuntarily around the invading shaft. Ron pulled out with a obscene slurp, a gush of cum and blood following, Tyler's hole twitching open, unable to close—puffy, wrecked, leaking steadily. He curled up, weeping, ass throbbing in fire. 'Cut? Nah, keep rolling,' Vance said, grinning. 'Crew, you earned a bonus. Gangbang the twink—bareback only. Poz that boy good.' Tyler froze, eyes widening in horror. 'What? No— I didn't sign up for this! Stop the cameras!' But Mike and Luis were already stripping, cocks hard and out—Mike's seven inches cut and veined, Luis's thicker with a curve. The sound guy, a lean twink named Alex, joined, his dick average but eager. Even Vance unzipped, revealing a modest shaft. Ron stepped back, stroking his spent cock, watching. They swarmed him. Mike grabbed Tyler's arms, pinning them behind his back, while Luis flipped him onto his stomach, knees shoved wide. 'Please... no more. It hurts so bad—I'm bleeding!' Tyler cried, thrashing weakly. Luis spat on his cock and rammed in bare, no prep—the cum-slick hole offering little resistance but reigniting the agony. 'Shut up and take it, slut. We're all poz—gonna load you up.' He fucked rough, hips pistoning, cock churning the mess inside, blood and cum frothing out. Tyler screamed, tears soaking the mattress, begging, 'Stop! I'll do anything—just stop!' But Mike forced his cock into Tyler's mouth, face-fucking him while Luis pounded his ass. The thrusts were brutal—Luis's balls slapping the torn rim, drawing fresh blood, each plunge tearing deeper. Alex knelt beside, jerking off onto Tyler's back, then swapped with Luis, his slimmer dick sliding in easier but no less vicious, hammering the prostate until Tyler's cries muffled around Mike's shaft. They rotated relentlessly. Vance took a turn in Tyler's ass, gripping his hair and yanking his head back as he thrust—short, angry jabs that made Tyler's body jolt. 'Cry all you want, kid. This is the industry.' Cum leaked from every load: Luis first, grunting as he bred deep, hot seed joining Ron's. Then Alex, whining as he unloaded, pulling out halfway to let some splatter Tyler's cheeks before shoving back in. Mike flipped Tyler over, legs hooked over shoulders, and drilled down—bare cock spearing the bloody hole, making Tyler arch and sob, 'Mercy... please, it burns! I'm gonna break!' Vance finished last, barebacking with clinical efficiency, flooding Tyler's guts while choking him lightly on the neck. 'One more for the road.' Cum overflowed, pooling under Tyler's ass, the ring swollen to twice its size, raw and lacerated, blood trickling in steady rivulets. The men were poz—viral loads high, intentional breeders in this underground scene—ensuring Tyler's infection with every bare thrust and deposit. Finally, they stepped back, zipping up, laughing as Tyler lay wrecked—body shaking, face streaked with tears and spit, ass a ruined, gaping wound leaking a cocktail of cum, blood, and shame. 'Good take. Kid, you're hired if you want round two,' Vance said, tossing a wad of cash that bounced off Tyler's thigh. The cameras stopped, lights dimmed, but the pain didn't. Tyler curled fetal, sobs wracking him, the warmth inside turning to dread. Days later, the test confirmed it: positive, poz from the raw gang load. Scars etched his hole—physical tears healing slow, psychological ones festering. In quiet moments, the memories replayed: the cheese, the break, the endless begging ignored. Broken, bred, forever changed.

...sooooo, soon the only country in the world that don't need VPN will be Canada?

My absolute favorite...stinky/ripe footie soxs that have been worn in ratty sneaks/boots all day...the aroma is intense...best EVER!!! Snif, snif...Heaven!!!!🧦👣🥾👟🐽😋

taking loads. in San Diego

While back, went on a couples trip with my (then) BF and his best friend and his BF. There was a morning where my BF and his friends BF drove to town to get breakfast items and coffee. Knowing they were gone, I wandered by his best friends room to pretend I was looking for a phone charger, but really to see if things would get flirty. He had the door ajar already and was naked on the bed stroking to porn on his phone. I walked in, got on my knees and blew him good, sallowing every drop then got back to my room in time before both our BF's got back. We all met up right after to share coffee and cook breakfast on a communal grill at the place we were staying and kept making flirty eye gestures.

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.

My first time was a a video arcade at the gloryholes. I was there to suck cock only. I was probably on the fourth or fifth load down my throat. Then a very handsome black guy entered the opposite booth. He dropped his jeans and I was rewarded with a large uncut cock to suck. I love to suck an uncut guy and run my tongue under his hood. This guy was so big, I was struggling with taking his girth down my throat. Then, he reached through the hole and held a small brown bottle under my nose. I'd seen poppers used in videos before, but never tried them before. In a firm voice, he told me to sniff and hold in each nostril. I took the bottle and did as he instructed. "Good boy" he said. I kept the bottle. My head whirled as I went down on his big knob again. He fucked his cock deep into my throat. Somehow, the poppers relaxed me. I could taste his precum as I came down from the buzz. The head said, "Hit that bottle again and show me that hole". I turned around and held my ass to the hole so he could see it and I huffed the poppers. As my brain started flying again, I felt a crazy blunt finger push into my ass hole. As I came down, I realized it was his big cock deep in my hole, not a finger. I huffed more of the poppers as he pounded me faster and faster. It felt incredible. Then I heard him cumming from the other side of the wall. Then he pulled out. I was still dizzy. I finally turned around to give him his brown bottle back, only to see the door to the empty cabin swining. I put the cap on the bottle and set it down. Then I reached back to feel my hole. It was very wet. I smelled my fingers. He must have fucked me without wearing a condom because I was full of cum. I sat down in the booth and waited patiently for another cock to come through the hole.

this is definitely one of the best stories I've ever read on here. The author has done an excellent job with the characterization; Rick and Dan feel like real people, sometimes even like ourselves. But the pacing and story development are also well handled so that readers are kept wanting more and more. Each time I log in the first thing I look for are new chapters of this story. And I know that all stories have to end, and this one eventually will. (Please don't just abandon it!) but endings are what make stories special. I know this story, once the author feels it's done, will also make us feel special with his ending. Not that it has to be soon. I'm enjoying this too much. Just please don't abandon it.

It’s been a while since I last wrote a story. This one ended up being about 37,000 words and 72 pages. I'm not a professional writer and I’m sure there are flaws—my apologies in advance. I really enjoy hearing feedback and hearing about others’ experiences and stories. Piggier, the better. If you have a memorable moment you’d like to share, feel free to do so. I’m eager to hear it. I’d also love to hear your feedback on this story. Where do you think it’s headed? I made my fortune playing footy in my early days. I was a rugby player and played for 10 years. Fuck they were good times on and off the field. On the field, I was a sought-after player, consistently named player of the match, won two Brownlow Medals, and was one of the highest-paid players in the league at the time. Off the field, I was a wild one. I had a girlfriend at the beginning, and got her pregnant, but it didn’t take long to venture out. It started with partying, drinking, drugs, and out with the boys. Management struggled to control the media’s coverage. Then I started fucking around behind my girlfriend’s back. I would hit the brothels and fuck a couple of hookers, eventually just picking up any willing chick that made a move on me at the bars. My girlfriend at the time knew, and it wasn’t long before we split and she left, taking the young lad with her. My partying continued. I’d snort countless lines of coke and fuck an endless number of chicks. I didn’t care if it hit the media. I was fucking wild. The then house parties would begin. The footy lads would get together, hot birds were invited over, and the same thing would happen. Cocaine and pussy. But something changed. I tried a gangbang, and something flipped. Yeah, being in footy, we would see each other in the change rooms naked, and weird shit would happen like arse smacking and fag name-calling on several occasions. We would torture the player who performed the worst by pinning him down and pissing on him. But I never felt the tingly feeling I felt when I experienced my first gangbang. Watching these strong men with their rock-hard dicks jerking off while they watched their teammate fuck the blond bombshell flicked a switch inside me. Sharing the moment with hot men watching another man’s arse cheeks squeeze and release with every stroke of his cock driving deeper inside her cunt was driving me wild. There was one moment I vividly remember: I paid close attention to the beads of sweat forming on one mate’s back as the heat radiated from his body, the deep, burly moans with each thrust, and his muscles flexing with every movement. I had to refrain from touching my cock when I watched my mate pulsate and moan, unleashing his load. He would pull out, cock glistening from pussy juice and cum. Instantly, my mind went to thoughts of getting on my knees and sucking it clean. I didn’t know what was going on. Was it all the cocaine? Probably. I didn’t know. My cock was as hard as solid steel. I thought my knob was going to burst open. Every bit of my willpower was in overdrive. Three teammates fucked her. Her cunt was spewing cum. She would scoop a little bit out with her long pink silicone nail and lick it off with her tongue. What a slut. ‘Your turn, mate.’ Fuck! I was hypnotised entirely, I didn’t realise I was up next. All the fella’s who just fucked her had some huge cocks on them. Thick, veiny, long and rock solid. I have a big cock, but not to their grandeur. I knelt between her legs. Cunt spread open, cum seeping out. My cock throbbed at the sight. I tried my best to change my thoughts, but my willpower was running on fumes. I pressed my knob on her pussy. The wet, warm cum slathered it. No lube needed. I pushed in, and that was all it took, and I just unloaded in her with one stroke. My body pulsed, and it felt like every bit of my life force was sucked out of me through my cock and into her. ‘What?!’ ‘No way.’ All I could hear behind me was my teammates laughing at me as I prematurely ejaculated inside the whores used cunt. She looked at me with a sigh of disappointment, but I was too busy trying to regain my consciousness. I pulled out. My cock was soaked in cum. I couldn’t resist and scooped a bit off my shaft and placed it on my tongue. ‘Wow! Fuck!’ ‘He’s gonna do it.’ ‘Urgh!’ ‘He’s a spunk eater.’ That I did, all I could hear was the other rugby players laughing, calling me filthy names and saying how grouse that was. My mind, however, was sparking all kinds of feelings throughout my body; their name-calling had become distant sounds and noise. I was hooked. Life took a turn. I got too reckless, and the club management couldn’t deflect the press. Eventually, images of eating out pussy and my face coated in random men’s cum were released, and I lost my contract. My career dried up. I am now 52 and work for a logistics company dealing in global trading, and in my downtime, I coach a local high school football team. I met a hot bird who, despite her knowledge of my perverted background, still found an interest in me. She was young, 34 and a banging arse. I learned that she was into older men, particularly ex-footy players. Our sex life started like any. I’d get on top of her and bang her until I unloaded. I had little care-factor if she came or enjoyed it. It was all about me. I think she put up with it because of my fame and money. She was pretty happy to be used as a fuck rag so long as she could lounge around in my penthouse apartment overlooking the skyline of Melbourne. Then, those thoughts of a caked-up pussy flooded my mind, and soon I was eating her out after I blew my load in her. She knew my shady past and let it happen. This wasn’t enough. Over time, my deep urges overpowered. I missed the drugs. I missed the gangbangs and wild sex parties. I started on the Coke again. Drinking. She, too, began to join in. Then one day, after a coaching session with the school football team, I walked into my apartment, still sweaty and smelly from the session, wearing my sports gear, and heard noises coming from the lounge area. The evening light was shining through the wall-to-wall glass panels, and I couldn’t believe what I walked into. My then wife bent over the couch, facing the Melbourne skyline, with a random bloke banging her from behind. I froze. Shocked at first. Thoughts racing. How long had she been doing this? In my place. Who else has fucked her? How could I not have known? Is he wearing a condom? Is he going to cum in her? I felt my cock harden at the thoughts. I watched as he gripped her hips and thrusted in her hard and fast. Arse clenching at every pump. Moans erupting from both her and him. He then grabbed her blonde hair with both her hands and banged hard. Moans got louder. ‘Yeah, baby. I’m gonna cum.’ She moaned louder. I think I heard a ‘yes’ in there somewhere. His pumps grew shorter, more frantic. I watched her arse cheeks ripple with every pound from the guy. ‘I’m cumming! Arrghh. Yeahh. Fuckkk.’ I couldn’t resist and pulled out my cock and jerked off at the sight. It seemed like a long time while he shot his load, and he eventually pulled out. Indeed, he fuck her without protection. His long cock glistened through the evening light, reflecting off the moist pussy juice and cum. His knob was still throbbing from the aftermath of his ejaculation. And her pussy gaped with pearly white cum seeping out, dripping on the black leather couch. She turned her head. ‘Oh. Hi honey. Seems you are enjoying the show.’ She teased, as she wiggled her perky arse. The bloke then realised I was there, jerking furiously at what I had just walked into. ‘Holly shit! Your husband is here.’ He looked left and right, hoping his clothes were nearby, in response to the unexpected voyeurism. I then recognised him as the daytime receptionist from the apartment building’s lobby. I stared at his softening cock and the matted pubes trailing up his abdomen. I wanted to lick it, then shook the thought away. That’s gay. No way. Then looked at my wife’s pussy, still dripping with cum. I stepped out of my shorts and jocks and walked over and pushed my cock in her. It was barely a second, and I was cumming in gallons. I had not felt an intense orgasm like that since the times I was in gangbangs fucking used up cunts. I slowly pulled out. My cock too was glistening from all the cum and juices. I scooped what I could off my cock and licked it off my hand. My cock continued to throb. I couldn’t resist. I bent down to my knees and planted my face into her cunt. I ate and sucked and drove my tongue into her. She moaned. I was lost in my own mind. Drowning in the salty taste of my spunk mixed with the reception guy’s. I could feel it smearing my face and dripping down my chin. I jerked off furiously. No telling how long I was down there, but eventually I pulled away, gasping for breath. I turned to see the bloke just staring at me with a horrid expression. Seeing my face drenched in cum like a starving dog just freshly nourished was too much for him. He grabbed his scattered clothes and walked out, still naked. Have your input. What do you think happens next?

My pleasure! Glad that you and others have enjoyed reading a story from the archives.

John and Michael, William and James, Robert and David, Joseph and Christopher are couples who meet on the first Thursday of every month. What they all have in common is that they are all poz. The meetings started many years ago. In the beginning, the group was sort of a men's own poz support group, but over the years the group's activities have changed. Today, men gather to celebrate poz pride. Men are united not only by HIV, but also by the fact that they are all more tops than bottoms. They have rotating organizing responsibility in the group. This month it's John and Michael's organizing responsibility. John and Michael have been together for 13 years. Michael is the couple's vers. and John is 100% top. At first, John and Michael were in a monogamous relationship, but Michael's cheating was revealed when he infected John with Chlamydia. As a result of the event, the couple opened up their relationship to other sexual partners. It was clear from day one that the fucking would always take place without rubber, and before long Michael got HIV, which infected John six months later. The couple's responsibility for organizing is to get a bottom for the meeting. In the group, all the fucking is done raw and the hope is that the bottom would be negative and unmedicated. All couples are medicated normally, but usually the medicines are left on a break for the Thursday meetings. John and Michael found this month's bottom in their own backyard. 25-year-old Eric, who lives next door to them. John and Michael paid attention to Eric when they noticed him always coming to the balcony when John and Michael were sunbathing on their own balcony. John and Michael always wore tiny speedos that showed off their big bulges. One day John bumped into Eric in the yard and started talking to Eric. Soon, Eric came over to John and Michael's place to drink wine and talk some more. Eric was a perfect find! 100% bottom with very little sex experience. Eric had just broken up with his first boyfriend, with whom Eric had been in a relationship for three years. The relationship had not worked because both boys had been more of a bottom. Eric visited John and Michael to talk almost every night. Little by little, John and Michael always told more about the beauty of free and raw sex. They noticed how Eric became more horny time after time. John and Michael also deliberately teased Eric with bulges and showing Eric their biohazard tattoos. Eric was hooked. John and Michael were sure they could get Eric to reveal his unmedicated hole to men right away if they wanted to. Instead, they wanted to save Eric's unprotected hole for the Thursday club. The night before the club meeting, John and Michael told Eric about the club. The men said that the positive men's Thursday club meets once a month to fuck raw. They told everything else honestly, but not that Eric would be the only bottom of the night. - What do you think, do you want to come spend the evening with us? I'm sure our friends would like you very much. Remember that the Thursday group is only among men and no one uses any kind of protection. As it should be, persuaded John.

That's fair - but the girth usually makes 'em work pretty hard and struggle good. It's still quite lovely! But ya its not DP with two real cocks!

One thing I truly appreciate, finding that there are quite a few other men who, like me, just have no interest in T specifically, or any of the strong recreational drugs. Here in SE Wisconsin it sometimes feels like I am the only one not interested in that stuff.

I was at the local planet fitness. Hooked up in the showers with a young guy on grindr. I sucked a load of cum out of his sweet 7" cock and then chased it with his tasty piss. Took a lot of piss all over my face/head too. He never went soft. I figured he was finished, but he told me to get back on my knees and he fucked another load into my throat. All this in about 10 minutes!!! So hot sucking cock for cum in public!!

I started to breath harder. I showed it to Rick, he smiled. He grabbed my hand. "You sure you want this" he asked "I do. Please take me and make me yours" I said He pulled me up kissed me lightly and led me into his bedroom. He took me over to his bed and pulled off my shirt. He stripped quickly with his huge cock hitting my leg as it was hard now. He then pulled down my shirts. He was surprised to see my underwear. I had both a black satin thong. "Oh Dan you are so beautiful and sexy" he said kissing me and rubbing my hard cock thru the soft satin. I started to let out a loud moan. He slipped them off like a man removed the panties from his gf or what I had done so many times before this. Now I was the bottom waiting to receive my man in me. I dropped to my knees and lick and sucked his hard cock. After a minute Rick pulled me up and in one motion lifted me and placed me on his bed. I felt wonderful on his bed, finally I was on it. It was sacred ground. He lay on me and kissed me, our mouths and tongues intertwined. His hands roaming all over me. He then worked his way down to my nipples then my balls. I was writhing in pleasure. It was like he was touching me for the first time. It was so tender and caring. Then he lifted my legs and started to eat my ass. It has been too long. I let out a loud moan. He ate me with my legs in the air and spread then he turned me over on all fours and ate me from the rear. I pushed my ass back on his mouth. Then I felt one then two fingers in me massaging my prostate making me moan even more. I felt his fingernails scraping my inner walls then going back to my prostate. It was pain and pleasure. After several minutes of this I was in heaven begging him to fuck me. "Ohh Daddy please fuck me please" I moaned "And what do you want boy. You have to say it clearly" he said stopping his ministrations of my body "I want you to fuck me and plant your charged POZ seed deep in my cunt and make me pregnant. Daddy I want you to mark with your DNA, for you to be a part of me forever. Make me pregnant please Daddy" I said holding his hand looking in his eyes. "I will baby I will. I am going to make you know and make you my boy, my bitch. I am going to own that pussy and you will always have me in you." he said kissing me and lifting his legs on his shoulders and then with a push he shoved his huge hard cock into my cunt. I yelled in pain. It had been probably two weeks since Rick has fucked me. It was like he was fucking me for the first time. I felt like a virgin again. He was a few inches in me then he pushed again further into me. He didn't use any lube only his spit and mine. It hurt. "Ohhh fuck boy, I forgot how good your pussy is" he said "It's going to hurt a little but it will help make you more fertile" he said He kept pushing then I felt him at that second point deep in me. He rammed thru and I yelled out again with my eyes popping out of my head. It hurt deep in me. "Fuck this is the best pussy I have had ever boy. You are mine" he said pushing all the way in. "OHHHH fuck. I feel you in my stomach" I moaned in pain "Well this is what you wanted boy. You want to get pregnant its going to hurt a bit" he said as he started to pump in me. He started to go slow then he started to fuck me hard. He was like an man on a mission. My ass started to let up and take his cock. The piercing pain started to turn into dull pain, then pleasure. He started to focus on my prostate and I started to moan. "Yeah your fucking slut. Look at you Daddy his your gspot and your cunt starts to get all wet. Fuck its pulling my cock into your pussy" he said as he started to fuck me hard. Now he was like stud trying to mate with a mare. There was pain but there was more pleasure. I started to moan and beg him to seed me. My hands grabbing his waist pulling him into me. He was fucking me deeply working on my second hole. I just tied to hold on to his rhythm and piling into me. The I felt his cock expand and his body spasm. "Ohhh fuck here you go boy. You are going to get a charged load. Your going to have my baby" he yelled "Yes Daddy fuck me, mark me forever, make me your please, please I need you" I maoned Then I felt his spurt in my deep cunt. It was hot like 7-8 spurts. Then I felt deep in my ass a warm convulsing feeling and my cunt wrapping his cock then cum started to erupt out of my cock blasting both of us with 8-10 loads as I hadn't cum in a week. I moaned out loud yelling. It was such an intense orgasm not from my cock but deep in my groin and ass. He kept fucking me griding into me constantly hitting my prostate, I kept moaning. He kept hard and still was pushing his POZ cum in me. "Ohhh fuck boy you are mine." he said kissing me He pulled back and saw tears in my eyes. "What's wrong. Regret?" he said I smiled, "No Daddy happiness" "I've dreamt of this for what seems like forever. I am still nervous but right now feel so happy, so content, so lucky to be with you." I said kissing him and then wrapping my legs around his waist pulling him deeper in me. I felt so content. He was not.

I was a little on edge after being approached liked that. Also all the emotions running thru me. I decided to go shopping, pick up dinner then go home. After going clothes shopping I picked up pizza and went home. I got home around 7pm. Rick texted me that he would be home around 7:30p. I changed clothes and waited for him. He came home, changed clothes and we ate dinner. We talked about our day and I shared my experience at the health clinic. "It sounds about right" Rick said "What do you mean?" I asked "its a clinic but has more mature and sexually aggressive types there. I bet if you stayed around you probably would have gotten laid, but I am glad you didn't" he said "I hope it comes back negative" I blurted out He smiled, "Me too" he said "Just remember you will be my property. Do you understand that? I can do whatever I want to you. I will own you?" he said "Yes Daddy. Will you hurt me? And for how long?" I asked "No but there maybe some pain. Part of that is for your growth so you can truly listen to your body and expand your horizon and pleasure. I will transform you. It will last for a month then we can reassess" he said "Yes Daddy" I said My phone buzzed. My results were ready. I breathed hard. I clicked the link and opened the results. HIV Test Results NEGATIVE

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“Shit! Scout… I am so sorry.” His sobs slowly shifted to a slight giggle. “Don’t be coach. I loved it.” Scout stood up awkwardly to avoid any sudden flinch of his bashed hole. He stood in front of me. Grabbed my cock while planting his lips on my mine. We pashed. He pushed his tongue into my mouth. I did the same. I wrapped my arms around him and pulled him into my body. My cock hardened to Scout’s slow-moving jerks. He suddenly pulled his lips away - eyes locked. ‘Coach… I love you.’ He pressed his lips on mine again. My mind spun itself into a storm. He loves me. A boy loves me. The thought landed like a match in petrol. I’d crossed a line I didn’t even know I’d been circling. I’d loved women. I thought I’d loved women. Or maybe I’d just loved the idea of them, the story I was meant to live. I’d always called myself straight. Wore it like a uniform. And yet—nothing had ever cracked me open the way this had. Nothing had stripped me down so completely, left me this raw, this awake. His touch. His heat. The way his body felt under mt touch. The way he looked at me, like I was gravity. I loved being inside him. Do I love men? Do I love him? The questions stacked, collapsed, rebuilt themselves in new shapes. My identity buckled under their weight. I love Scout. The realisation didn’t arrive gently. It slammed into me, undeniable, irreversible. A truth I could try to outrun, but would never outpace. ‘I love you too.’ Eventually, we pulled apart – slowly, reluctantly. I lit a joint – inhaled a few puffs, then passed it to Scout. We got high and spoke for a while. He awkwardly sat down. Damage to his ass was apparent. Blood smeared my cock when I screwed deep into him. “And you’re… okay with it?” I asked quietly. “With the way I take control?” He nodded, not looking away. “Coach, I like it. I like letting go. Being owned, in that space.” A pause. Then, softer, more honest. “I’m always doing the right thing. School. Training. Expectations. Being the example. It never stops.” He exhaled, like the weight of it all lived in his lungs. “It’s exhausting. I feel hollow trying to be who everyone needs me to be.” “I get that,” I said. And I did. “That’s why I like losing control,” he went on. “Doing something that belongs to no one else’s version of me. Something messy. Something real.” His eyes flicked back up to mine. “That’s when I feel alive.” The words sat heavy between us—confession and invitation, all tangled together. Scout opened up after that. Really opened up. We smoked more. Too much. Hours dissolved into haze and laughter and long, heavy silences. He stayed the night. Then the next. And the next after that. Soon, it wasn’t staying over — he was just there. Mornings, afternoons, nights. Like he’d quietly moved into the orbit of my chaos. He’d go to school, then come straight back. We’d blur the edges again — pot, smoke meth, lines on the marble bench. Reality kept losing the argument. I stopped pretending there were boundaries. He stopped pretending he wanted them. I would just take him anyway I liked. Something dark and reckless took root between us. Control became the language we spoke. I stopped asking. He stopped resisting. I didn’t care if he was prepared for it or not. It was raw, instinctive, messy — the kind of connection that thrives in secrecy and collapse. Days folded into weeks. The world outside shrank. Inside that apartment, time worked differently. There was no future — only repetition, ritual, appetite. I would fuck him first thing in the morning, then send him to school with my load in him. I wanted him to feel the twitch in his hole and control his muscles and not let any of it drip out. A reminder that I was with him at every moment. His parents buzzed the intercom. There was no way in hell I would let them up. I answered it, and Scout’s Dad blasted me through the intercom. As though his words were threatening enough to make me send his boy home. He called me a predator for fucking an 18-year-old, and that he will get me for what I was doing to his boy. But Scout wanted it. He chased me. I reminded Scout that we didn’t have to do this. He kept insisting. So, I kept fucking him. Scout had a key to my place. He could come and go as he pleased. He wasn’t a hostage. My place was his. Don’t get me wrong. I got worried during the nights when he either got back to my apartment late or very early in the morning. He wouldn’t tell me what he got up to-I didn’t ask. I wanted him to have freedom. To explore. To learn who he was as a young man. I got back late one evening, and when I walked in, the place was dark. I could hear sounds of moans and thumping. “You like being Daddy's little bitch-Ahh... Don’t you?” An unfamiliar voice called out. “Mmm.” The moans got louder as I got closer to my bedroom. The door was slightly ajar, and a dim light shimmered out. I crept closer and peered through. My jaw dropped. On all fours was Scout, facing away from the door, getting fucked from behind by another man. Like a deer in headlights, I was stunned. Scout grabbed the brown bottle and took a sniff up each nostril. I struggled to develop thoughts. A little bit of jealousy crept through. Scout was my lad. But as I watched, that dirty, deep, filthy drive revved up. It turned me on to see Scout bent over, the mood-light cascading over his youthful muscles and ass, with a man taking advantage of it. A man who was not me. A stranger. “Yeah. Get high, boy. Your cunt is hungry for cock.” The man was ordered. He was older. Older than me. He was hairy in all the wrong places. He was a larger guy, biggish belly, hairy man tits, long grey beard, random faded tattoos. He kind of reminded me of my late grandfather. “Oh, fuck yeah! That shard is turning you into a cock starved meth pig. Your cunt is just pulling me in.” He continued as he thrust in and out of Scout. A shard? The man was in his element, pounding away, owning Scout’s hole. I had no idea what shard meant, but the thought of Scout being a cock starved meth pig got me wild. I couldn’t resist, I pulled my jeans down and jerked myself off. The moment reminded me of when I would watch my wife get fucked by strangers. The old man was picking up his pace. “Yeah, boy. Mmm, Yeah… I’m gonna unload in ya. I’m gonna unload in ya cunt!” The old man’s moans intensified. “Yeah, you want it in your cunt. Don’t ya boy?” He was fucking hard by this stage. Scout just moaned. Like a tiger jaw locking its prey, the old man held onto Scout’s hips with all his might. ‘Oh fuck! Argh-Yeah. Here it comes. Too late. Oh-God, Yes! I’m cumming inside you!’ The old man’s ass clenched and retracted with every pulse of his unloading. I nearly came, myself. His ejaculation seemed to go on forever. When he finished, he slumped his sweaty body on top of Scout. I could see his fat cock still inside Scout’s hole, occasionally pulsing its last bit of spunk inside. I accidentally bumped the door-Scout and the old man turned to me. “Oh shit!” The old man quickly lifted himself off Scout, pulling his cock out at the same time. For a split moment, I watched Scout’s hole close in as a glob of cum seed out past his abused lips. “Fuck! You did say your father would be home.” The old man scrabbled to his feet, looking left and right to find his clothes. I pushed the door wide open, my cock still in hand. The old man noticed. Scout’s grin caught my attention. His eyes were peaking. His hole is pointed to the heavens. Cum dribbled out of his used pink hole. I lost all control and dove my face into the boy’s ass cheeks. Cupped his hole with my mouth and lapped up the drooling cum while I tongued the puffy walls of his used ass. I pulled his cheeks wide, tasting the salty flavour of this random old man’s spunk buried in this youthful boy. My mind was in a frenzy. I flipped Scout over and pinned his legs down. Scout had the poppers in his hand, like a duck to water, and took two huff sniffs in each nostril. ‘Hold it in, faggot.’ His face went red from the rush. Red veins coated the white in his eye. I could tell he was off his face from the meth and amyl. I rammed my cock in hard and fucked away. “Holy shit! You let your dad fuck you? Fuck!! You are really are a pig. Incest pig.” Scout grunted for a moment. But with all the fucking we have been having and just taking a cock a moment ago, he was getting used to his hole being stretched out. “DON’T look away.” Eyes locked on Scout’s. I was pulled into his deep, depraved fucked up mind. I was still a little jealous. Angry that he let a random old man fuck and cummed in him. I felt cheated. But I was also hot for it. The idea of strangers fucking this beautiful boy. Having their way and a fallen Angel. Scout’s hole was slick. The old man’s cum was splashing out with every thrust and coating Scout’s balls and shrivelled up cock. I felt a splash on my abdomen. My inner pig unleashed. Scout’s almost incoherent expression reminded me of the young lad I watched in the cruise club. It made me want to wreck the boy. Unlock the true faggot in him. Scout couldn’t hold it in any longer and let go of the poppers in his lungs. He moaned as I ploughed away at him with no care if he was liking it or not. I wasn’t fucking him for a long time or a good time. I was fucking him to fuck to simply unload in his dirty, used pink hole. I didn’t give a fuck if Scout was enjoying it. I felt it build up. “Grrr… Fuck! You fuck’n pig. Fuck’n take it.” I didn’t want to hold back and let it release and shoot inside me. A tyrant of babies filled the boy’s hole. Fill the cunt up. Mixed in with the old man seed. If only he could get pregnant like my ex-wives. Like his mother, I got knocked up. I imagined Scout having my babies. This made me more determined, and I fucked harder. For a moment, I believed that if I could fuck hard enough, he would get pregnant. Scout was screaming in pain. Yeah, I broke him. His little cock pissed over his chest and face. I was hitting something deep inside me. I’ve seen this before. My ex-wife used to squirt. “Fuck-Yeah! Squirt for me faggot!” Scout was squirting like a girl. But I didn’t want Scout to feel pleasure; I wanted him to hurt. I want him to fear what damage I could be causing to his guts. I instinctively slapped him across the face with some force. This tipped me over the edge. “Argh! Fuck! Yes! Cunt! I’m breeding you again, you fuck’n pig.” My orgasm exploded and expelled all my strength and energy from my balls through my cock and out through my ejaculation, adding a second load to the dirty cunt. I didn’t stop fucking. Scout had so much cum in him. He was covered in it and his piss. I kept fucking until I had no energy left in me. I slowly came back down from my high and took in my surroundings. At what point did the old man take off? I had no idea how long I was in this frenetic state. My cock was still hard and wedged in Scout’s puffy hole. I knew if I pulled out, cum would gush out. I wanted it to gush into my mouth. So as quick as I pulled out, I bent down and cupped my mouth around Scout’s gaping hole to have the cocktail of old man and my cum squirt into my mouth. And that it did. A lot. The salty substance filled my mouth, and I savoured it as Scout’s puffy hole closed up. I lifted myself up and looked over Scout. His cheek was red. He was still tweaked out, but with a sense of fear in his eye. I wondered if he had a slight moment of regret. I didn’t. He was completely unprepared when I spat all the cum over his face. I fell on the bed next to him. Scout’s legs dropped like dead weights. We both huffed and puffed from the adrenaline we just endured. Guilt finally started to settle in. I looked over at Scout. “You okay?” He turned his cum and piss-covered face to me. “I love you, Daddy.” I held onto his words for a moment, then moved in and kissed him. Cum smearing over our faces. “Fuck me again. Daddy.” He called out as he pulled his cummy lips away from mine. “Please. Daddy. I need cock. I feel empty.” The meth was surging through Scouts. How much did he take? Feedback is always welcome. I would love to know what you think happens next.

The next few weeks were horrible for me. I drank a lot more. Snorted an obscene amount of Coke, barely shaved and was going days not leaving my apartment. My boss noticed a change in my behaviour and, having recently learnt that my wife had left, he encouraged me to take long service leave. I was fucked up, but the one thing that I always remained focused on was the footy game. It was early season, and we had already won the first two rounds. There was no fucking about. We were in fine form last season, but lost the grand finale. Not this year. I was on the boy’s back at every moment. Training was abusive, I pushed them to the extreme, and when I saw one of them falling behind, I was given a god spray. Particularly, the team captain, a young fit lad, a league ahead of the rest; however, I notice a slight shift in him. Coming to the training a little late, not performing at his peak. In this one particular training session, I noticed him fumbling with the ball too many times. I tried to be a bit tougher on him. Locker rooms were the norm. The lads would be larrikins, occasionally whacking a team mate on the arse with a towel. A bit of name-calling, like homo, or fag, and playing pranks on each other. The usual boy locker room shit. The boys had gotten changed and left, and I went to do my usual wank in the shower. I stripped, threw a towel over my shoulder, and didn’t bother wrapping it around my waist, knowing I was on my own and headed for the showers. Only this time, when I walked over, I found the team captain crouched down against the tiled wall, water spraying over his toned, muscular body, head between his knees, crying. I quickly wrapped the towel around my waist. I stood there for a moment, admiring the light bouncing off his pale, wet skin, highlighting every tone and curve of his fit body. I quickly shook my head, reminding myself to stop having gay thoughts. The lad is clearly distressed. ‘Scout. You ok?’ He quickly lifted his head. Bloodshot eyes looked straight at me. I sensed for a moment he had forgotten where he was. He swiftly pushed himself off the shower floor, trying to hide his rather long cock. I shook my head again to stop myself from staring. He grabbed his towel from the rack and hurriedly wrapped it around his waist. ‘Are you okay?’ ‘Oh, um. Yes, coach.’ ‘You’re crying.’ ‘No, no. I’m good.’ I walked up to him. I started to wonder if I was pushing him too hard on the footy field. ‘Scout. Seriously, mate. You can have a chinwag with me. Was I pushin' you too hard out there on the field tonight?’ ‘Nah, all good, coach… I’m gonna go get changed now.’ He headed off, but hesitated for a moment. That night, sleep eluded me. My thoughts kept returning to Scout. The boy was clearly troubled, and I couldn't help but dwell on the possible reasons behind his distress. My mind then subtly shifted to thoughts of his physique—his body’s compelling outline. I fought to dismiss the images, yet my concern for him remained, craving to comfort him, to reassure him that all would be well. I’ve always held a soft spot for Scout, having appointed him captain of the team, seeing him as a beacon for the others. A promising future seemed to lie ahead for him, and I was determined to support him in every way. Perhaps that was also why I was a little harder on him than on the others. Suddenly, my thoughts drifted to the smooth, well-shaped curve of his arse, the gentle dimples catching the faint light on each cheek. This time, I didn’t push the thought away. I let the thought roll around in my head, slow and dangerous. My cock answered before I did, stiff and insistent. I wrapped my hand around it and started to jerk it, caught in the image of him like a snag on a barbie you can’t stop thinking about. His long cock hung heavy between his legs, framed by soft, sandy-blonde pubes, still damp, curling up towards his belly button as they belong there. His abs told a story of years of punishment and discipline; his nipples were hard against a chest carved sharp and sure. I couldn’t hold back. I pumped myself harder, chasing that familiar edge, body tightening, breath shallow. Then it hit, everything draining out of me in thick, relentless squirts, my cock emptying itself without mercy. Cum splattered the sheets, one pulse after another, until they were soaked through. I sleep naked, always have. That night, I didn’t bother with clean-up and shame. I stayed there, spent and sticky, cocooned in the mess, and let sleep take me as I was. The next coaching session was like clockwork. Hard, brutal, no shortcuts. I drove the lads to the edge, then nudged them past it. Pushed the boys to their limit. We had a final to win, and I wasn’t about to let it piss away because someone went soft. Scout was off his game, still not firing at full throttle. I eased up on him a tough, pretended it was tactical, not instinctive. Took every scrap of discipline I had not to let my head wander where it didn’t belong. Something in me was shifting, and I didn’t like it. I’m not a fag. I’m into women. So why was my mind suddenly rerouting itself? Throwing images I hadn’t ordered? I tried to wrestle control back by thinking of the fact that I let men fuck my wife, filling her up with their cum. Her arse tight. Her mouth open. Cum spilling where it shouldn’t. Even that felt off, like my brain was testing boundaries just to see which ones would crack. Then a hand landed on my shoulder. I jumped like I had been shot. ‘Evening, Coach.’ It was Scout’s old man. ‘Fuck – Jesus Christ.’ I snapped. ‘Nearly gave me a heart attack.’ He laughed ‘Sorry mate. You looked miles away. I thought I’d better announce myself. How’s the training session?’ Just another night on the field. Same drills. Same pressure. Same secrets sitting heavy under the surface, waiting for their moment to break through. I was still a little startled. My mind was thinking about sloppy cunts and wet cocks. My cock was pressing against my gym shorts. I had no doubt he could see it. I quickly shook the thoughts away and focused on Scout’s dad. I had to break the silence. ‘Good. The boys are ready to take the win. Your son, though. Something is up there.’ ‘Yeah. Well. That’s why I am here.’ Fuck! Did Scout tell his dad about what happened in the showers? I wondered. ‘He mentioned you’ve been giving him a bit more stick than usual.’ ‘Yeah, fair enough. Sorry, mate. I’m just keen to score the win.’ ‘No worries. He’s on the same page. But he’s going through a rough patch, I reckon. Not sure what’s up—maybe an identity thing, I suppose.’ ‘Righto. Makes sense, I guess. Pressure’s heaps—last year at school, gotta come out on top, thinking about the future.’ ‘And the girls, too,’ I laughed. ‘Oh yeah. Girls. The biggest young man problem of them all.’ ‘Haha. Yeah. Tell me about it. Scout just broke up with his girlfriend.’ ‘I didn’t know he had one.’ ‘Yeah. He did. And he called it off. But I think it has messed with him.’ I turned to watch the boys as they did their pass-and-dodge circuit. The balls slipped through Scout’s hands, but he quickly recovered and hand-balled them to the next lad. ‘Anyway, I just wanted to see if you’re keen to come over to ours tonight. We can have a chat, talk it through, and come up with some solid ways to support Scout.’ I thought about it for a while. It wasn’t like I had much to do. I was going to rack up some lines, chuck music on and drink a few scotches, watch gangbanging porn until passing out on the couch. The usual midweek evening I would have. ‘Yeah. Sure. Why not.’ The night settled in easily, warm and smoky. Scout’s dad fired up the barbie, the smell of meat and char drifting through the yard like a promise. Scout himself vanished upstairs early, holed up in his room, while his dad, his wife, and I parked ourselves around the fire pit with beers in hand. The flames did most of the talking at first. We chatted about Scout, how he was going, what he needed to sharpen up, then the spotlight drifted onto me. My footy days. The rise, the fall, the bit everyone pretended not to be curious about. By then, I was a few beers past cautious and sliding comfortably into honest. Maybe too honest. They learned a little when I spoke, eyes bright in that way that says go on. I did. The night dragged on. Quiet crept in. I clocked the house and noticed Scout’s bedroom light was out; he must’ve gone to bed. Just us and the fire now, embers popping, bottles clinking. While I was mid-story, Scout’s dad’s wife shifted and settled herself onto his lap, casual as anything. His arm wrapped around her, missing a beat as he kept talking, telling me about his work with the federal police, voice steady, authoritative. The flames danced. The beer buzzed. Something about the closeness, the ease of it, made the air feel thicker. I listened, nodded along, but part of me was elsewhere, watching, registering, filing things away I didn’t quite know what to do with yet. ‘You must see some proper cooked stuff in your line of work.’ He gave a short laugh, took a pull from his beer. ‘You’ve got no idea.’ As he spoke, his hand slipped to the small of his wife’s back. Familiar, proprietary. Too familiar. I clocked it, pretended I didn’t. He kept talking, Global crime syndicate, long nights, things you don’t write down, but my attention was snagged on the way her breath changed, the way she leaned back into him like it was muscle memory. His hand was deep in there. If I didn’t know any better, he was fingering her. Then she looked straight at me. ‘Does this make you uncomfortable?’ She asked lightly. I nearly choke on my drink. ‘Sorry – what?’ She smiled. Not apologetic. Curious. ‘Do you like watching my husband finger me?’ Before I could scramble for a response, he cut in, calm as anything. ‘We know your history. We’re not exactly the beige curtains, white picket fence types.’ We sat and chatted a little more about Scout and football, while Scout’s father fingered his wife while she sat on his lap. I was getting aroused and had to adjust my hard-on a few times. I tried to be subtle, but as the chat went on, I made it obvious my cock was throbbing. The flames in the charcoal turned to a simmer, and the night started to get cold. Scout’s mother made an excuse about needing to wash some dishes and made her way inside. Eventually, she stood. ‘I might head inside, dishes won’t do themselves.’ He nodded. Then looked at me, ‘Scotch?’ Inside the house, it felt quieter. Thicker. He disappeared toward the kitchen. I sat on the couch. She reappeared naked except for a pair of heels, as if this had already been decided. ‘We’re all adults.’ She said softly. ‘Scout’s asleep. Or busy. Either way, this isn’t about him.’ She stepped closer, between my knees, close enough that I had to look up at her. She grabbed my tee and lifted it over my head. ‘Lean back.’ I did, and she grabbed the elastic waistband of my shorts and pulled them down to my ankles. I wasn’t wearing jocks, my cock flung straight up. She wrapped her hand around my shaft, being careful not to scratch me with her long red nails, then moved her mouth over my cock. She is clearly a pro at sucking cock; she was going deep the moment my cock was in her mouth. I’m not much for oral. I am a pussy guy, but I wasn’t going to complain. She sucked my cock for a while. Making it nice and slick. I was caught up in the moment for a brief moment before I realized her husband could walk in at any time. ‘Are you sure this is ok?’ She stopped sucking my cock, which was now slick with her saliva and looked at me for a second, then stood up and stepped over me. Her slit was barely a metre away from my face. Smooth with a little bit of pube just at the top. She was nice and tucked. I prefer a tucked cunt. I thought she was going to make me eat her out. Which I would have been fine to do, but then she lowered herself on my cock and slid down to the base. ‘Argh! Fuck yeah,’ I moaned. She moved with purpose as she fuck herself on my shaft. I dug my hands into her perky arse, a solid grip, guiding her like I owned the moment. I was getting lost in our fuck. She rode it hard, desperate, every moment sending sparks straight up my spine. Her breathing broke apart, little sounds slipped out that she didn’t bother to stop. She folded forward, pressing her head into my shoulder, clinging to me like I was the only thing holdeing her together. And then the air changed. I felt him before I saw him, heat at my back, a presence that sucked the oxygen out of the room. Scout’s dad stood behind us, naked, unapologetically pulling on his thick, long cock the size of a salami. Eyes locked on mine. There was something feral in the look, something final. He stepped in close. She grasped, body arching instinctively, knowing exactly what was coming and wanted it. He took hold of her hips, rough and certain, pulling her back against his cock. The force of it drove a sound out of her that went straight through me, raw, wrecked, needy. His cock was balls deep inside his wife’s arse. I held her steady as he took over the pace. Her body caught between us, pushed and pulled, completely undone. The room filled with breath and skin and the sound of losing control. I wasn’t thinking anymore. None of us were. She moaned in uncontrollable, animalistic pleasure. Scout had to have heard her. Scout’s dad fucked hard, unforgivingly, with one mission. It was too much for me. I had to stop thrusting to control myself from orgasming, but the feeling of his cock pumping through the walls of her pussy, massaging my cock with every one of his thrusting motions, was all too stimulating for me. ‘I’m gonna cum. Fuck! Yeah, I’m cumming!’ My loud cries echoed off the walls. My cock pulsated as shot after shot of my spunk filled her cunt. Scout’s dad did not stop. Rather, he picked up the pace and fucked harder. ‘I’m about to join you. Fuck yeah. I’m gonna cum in your arse, honey.’ His pumps shorten. ‘Fuckkk!!!! Yeah. Take daddy’s fucking load.’ I could feel his cock through the walls of her cunt pulse as he shot his load in her. It went on for what felt like an eternity. And we held our position for a while longer. Scout’s dad pulled out. I was so turned on, I was still hard, I lifted her off my cock, a trickle of cum dripped over my stomach. She stayed on the couch, bent over. I leaned forward to see her arse poking into the air, dripping with cum simultaneously with her used pussy. They mentioned they knew what I was into, so I didn’t even bother to look at Scout’s dad to get permission, got behind her, my hairy arse sticking in the air, I planted my mouth over her arse hole and started sucking away to eat all of his cum out of her puffy arse. While I sucked and tongued her arse hole, I used my finger to work my cum into her pussy, occasionally going down to it and sucking it like a lollypop. This will be the last part of this story in this chat. You will find the continuation in the Gay Bareback Chem Fiction chat. Let me know what you think and what happens next.

Sorry everyone. I got in trouble for posting this story in the wrong chat. Thank you to those who have made. barebackbro thank you for the pick up. I'm an Essendon supporter and I should know that a Brownlow is an award for AFL. Let's go with it. Anyway, the story continues. Let me know what you think and what you think happens next. She sensed that I just was not into it and remembered what I am now renowned for. Eating cum from pussy. So, she set up the whole thing. Our sexual life took a hot turn. We would go to bars and check out men. She would insist that I pick out the guys. At first, I thought it was unnerving. Checking out guys is gay. I’m not gay. It was the sight of a dripping wet pussy that got me off. Occasionally, my mind went to the vision of a glistening cock, but I would shake the thought away. But she insisted, so I was soon checking out guys. I would select the guy, and she would make her flirty move on him. Soon enough, she would be in the toilets getting railed. We would head home for me fuck her cummy cunt. At first, I would pick good-looking fellas. Tall, very fit, and modal material types. Eventually, we would be more upfront about what we are doing and found that there was significant interest. One guy called it cuckold. I didn’t know it was a term. The random guys would fuck and use my wife while I would watch. Then, when they unload in her, I would take sloppy seconds. Sometimes the guys would stay and watch. Other times, they would leave while I bathed in the cummy mess. Over time, my selection of men started to change. Yeah, I would go for the hottest guy in the room, but something started to change. I found myself looking for particular types. Burley types, real masculine, high testosterone guys pushing on the side of aggressive and unforgiving. I felt a tingle. But I would shake it off and tell myself it is the game my wife and I are playing, that’s all. One particular night, I chose the large, lumberjack-type guy. We were in a seedy pub. I found that that’s where we get the best type of men. He didn’t give much away. Seemed expressionless, unimpressed. A dirt-unshaven beard, and looked as though he had just finished work and went straight out for Friday beers with his boys, judging by his dirty jeans and stained shirt. I guessed a diesel fitter. We decided to book a hotel instead of heading to our penthouse. He would meet us there. My wife got herself ready by stripping down to her sexy lingerie. I set up the mood lighting and went to grab a few drinks from the minibar. But realised they had none. I took off to buy some booze. It took me a little longer than I had hoped because I wasn’t familiar with that area of Melbourne. When I finally returned, I could hear moaning and thumping from our room. I swiped the card and walked in. The lumberjack was her, and he was already deep inside my wife. But he wasn’t alone; he brought with him his four buddies from the bar. These guys were large men, just as rough-looking and varied in age from mid-30s to around my age, 50s. The youngest fella noticed me standing there, stunned. ‘Her old man is back.’ He pointed out to the rest of the guys, who had their attention on their mate, fucking my wife hard. To my surprise, my wife had no concern. He moaned while her leg flapped around with every thrust from the lumberjack. I was rock hard. My jocks strained my cock. I had to pull it out. I put the booze down on the side bench and noticed a plate with lines raked up. Fuck! I knew straight away that these fellas meant to party. ‘Help yourself.’ The older guy said, pulling his t-shirt off to reveal a fully tattooed, slightly out-of-shape, but bulky body. I went straight to the coke and sniffed two lines. By this stage, all the men were undressed. My wife moaned really loudly. ‘Yeah, cum for me bitch.’ He picked up his pace. I could tell she was cumming by the way her body shivered. I have never had her cum for me. ‘Argh! Yeah, oh yeah. I’m cumming!' She squealed. The lumberjack did not hold up. He kept fucking her hard. I could hear the wet, splashy sounds coming from the penetration. She began to settle, but he kept powering through. I looked at her, and I could tell she was spent. But it was clear that he was not done, and there were still four other blokes to have their way with her. I saw one of the blokes grab a bottle of Coca-Cola I'd bought as a mixer for the scotch I'd bought. He poured a glass, and I saw him pour another liquid into it. He walked over to my wife, and the lumberjack stopped for a moment. ‘Here, drink this. It will help you relax and get really into it.’ She looked at me, and I gave her the ‘Do as you want’ look in return. She drank it. ‘Good girl.’ Said another bloke. ‘Tonight, you are in for a ride.’ ‘You are gonna get a lot of cock.’ The older guy followed. The lumberjack began to fuck her. He kept at a slow pace and watched until he saw the effect of what they gave her kick in. I could sense that she was high on whatever they gave her, and the lumberjack picked up the pace again. By this stage, I was naked on the couch, jerking off at the show. The rest of the blokes were circled around the bed. My wife, in the middle, getting railed by the massive bloke. I could see what was going on through the gap of two hairy thighs. The lumberjack’s hairy arse is pumping up and down hard and fast. His pace started to shorten and become a little erratic. ‘None of us pulls out. I hope you are on birth control.’ The lumberjack groaned, ‘Because I’m about to blow.’ He barely finished his sentence, and he began to cum. ‘ARGH! I’m cumming.’ He held her tight. Cock deep inside her as his body shivered and shook. He seemed to unload in her for a long time. ‘He is a heavy cummer.’ One of the blokes said, ‘I’m next.’ The lumberjack slowly pulled out, and that’s when I got to see his cock for the first time. It was thick and veny… And wet with her juices and his cum. I jacked off hard, my tongue hanging out, drooling from the mouth. ‘Look at her husband.’ The older man laughed, ‘He’s fucking getting off on it.’ ‘He looks like a starving animal.’ I was, and I couldn’t hold off any longer and just unloaded all over my stomach and hairy chest. I felt all my energy being pulled through my cock and into my ejaculation. I had not blown a load like that in ages. I was drenched in my own cum. By this stage, one of the other men was in position and pushed his long cock into my wife and fucked hard from the get-go. She was wet, open, and he knew she could take it. The night went on like this while I sat back and watched. I did not fuck her that night. The men kept giving her what I learnt to be G., and while they did fuck and use her, I was surprised by the respect they had. Occasionally, they would check in on her. She was in heaven and willing to let them do as they pleased. I never saw her get so relaxed and slutty horny like that with me. She was a completely different person. So they kept using her like a whore, and she loved every bit of it. I sat back, drenched in my own cum. Some of it was on my collarbone, and I don’t know what came over me, but I scooped it up and ate it. ‘Oh, look, guys. He’s a fucking cum eater.’ The men laughed at me. It must have been 4 am by the time the fucking mellowed down. I had so many lines of coke, I was practically tweaking. The blokes were chilling out and admired my wife’s sloppy cunt. I crawled towards her on all fours. ‘Fuck boys. Look at this.’ I got between her legs on my hands and knees. My hairy arse in the air. I planted my face in her cunt and ate away. She moaned as I sucked and chewed and licked at her sloppy, used pussy. I don’t know how long I was down there for, but when I lifted my face up for air, I noticed that the blokes had all bailed. The next few months had a shift in the air. My wife was quiet. Distant. We didn’t argue, but I could tell that there was tension in the air. Wondered if I crossed the line by allowing five men to gangbang her. We didn’t have sex, and I was reduced to pulling my dick in the shower. The feeling was just not the same. I focused my time and energy on work and coaching the high school footy team. It was mid-season, and my team was in peak form, having only lost one game at the beginning of the season. I would push them. Give them the no bullshit treatment. Heavy sprays when I was not happy with their performance, but good recognition when they outdid themselves. They were a good bunch of boys. I noticed that something in me changed, though. I never look at guys sexually. Men were just lads in my view. But since picking out guys to fuck my wife, it opened up a side of my mind, thoughts and feelings I did not know I had. At first, I would push them aside the moment they surfaced, but over time, they grew a little more tense and stuck around longer. I was looking at guys sexually, and it fucked with my mind. I was drinking a lot more and on Coke every weekend. My wife noticed. I knew I had a problem when I found myself checking out the footy team. They were all seniors, aged 18. But still. I knew it was not right for me, being a 52-year-old, looking at these young 18-year-old lads. It took a lot of mental energy to keep my eyes away from the perky peach bums as they hit the showers or watched them dry off. I had to make an effort to keep myself out of the locker room. Once they all got changed and left, I would hit the shower and jerk off to get it out of my system. One time, after the lads had left and I was in the shower, I had my head leaning against the tiled wall, hot water spraying across my solid hairy shoulders and back, fist wrapped around my hard cock, pumping away hard and just as I was cumming, I heard a sound near the lockers. I lifted my head as I swung around, cum shooting everywhere, just to see who or what was making that noise, but there was no one there. I resigned to the thought that it was just in my mind. That night, I got home to find my wife sitting on the large marble kitchen bench, an overnight bag next to her. ‘Going somewhere?’ She looked up at me. ‘I’m pregnant.’ My mind raced. I got her pregnant? I thought a little harder. It has been nearly five months since I fucked her. It is possible. Maybe. Then I realised. She was not pregnant by me, but by one of the five guys who gangbanged her a couple of months ago. ‘Oh shit. Honey… Um, I don’t know what to say.’ ‘You know who got me pregnant.’ It wasn’t a question. ‘It must have happened from the unplanned gangbang.’ She was silent for a moment. ‘Honey?’ ‘Did you get their names and numbers. Anything?’ ‘No. I didn’t. I didn’t think we would need to. I didn’t think we would see them again.’ ‘So we know nothing about who they are or where they are from.’ ‘I know nothing, honey. I wasn’t really thinking straight. I was lost in the moment.’ She was silent for a moment again. ‘So what are you going to do? You’re not going to keep it, are you?’ ‘I knew you were going to ask me that. And yes. I’m keeping it.’ ‘What?’ I was getting a little annoyed, ‘You are going to keep it, knowing nothing about who the father could be and having no way of finding out who he could be? I’m sorry, but I just can’t do that. I just can’t live with a child that is not mine and having no idea whose it could be.’ Silence again. ‘Yes… I’m keeping it. And I am leaving.’ ‘What?’ ‘I know you. I won’t force you to change... I am having my baby... But it is more than that. Since that night, you have been drinking every night and snorting a lot of coke. You are stuck in your old ways again. If I am having this baby, I can’t be around it.’ She grabbed her overnight bag and walked over to me. Kissed my cheek and left. I was alone in my massive penthouse. Have your input. What do you think happens next?

This writing is entirely a product of imagination. Nothing is true and this does not encourage risky sexual behavior. ___ Chapter 3 - William and James' turn James and William have only been together for 8 years. William has been a poz since 2002 and when they met James was negative but very interested in chasing. James was 60 years old at the time and had lived his entire life very safety-oriented. In his sixties, he was interested in conversion videos and started spending time on various dirty sex sites. It was on one such forum that James and William met. William and James are both tops, so almost every day they invite to their home, go to parks or saunas to fuck willing bottoms. Always bare. As long as James was negative, the rule was that William would seed the hole first so that James could butter up William's powerful sperm. Always when William was medicated they looked for positive holes to fuck. It took six years for James to become infected. But now he has been poz for two years already. William and James met the pastor several months ago at the christening of James' sister's daughter's child. They had communicated occasionally with the pastor after that. 35-year-old pastor Max has lived his entire life only for his church and preached against sinful life and sex outside of marriage. However, the meeting with Wiliam and James made Max admit to himself that he himself longed for sex. Sinful sex. He wanted to be a sex object. To be used as a sex object. William and James feed Max's wants and needs. They used whatsapp messages to tell Max about the bottoms they had seeded. In which places had the sluts been fucked? How they had filled the man's hole with cocks and sperm. Max was getting ready. Finally came the Thursday club meeting at William and James' home. William and James were welcoming the guests at the door and directed the guests directly to the bedroom. The guests were told to undress and wait in the bedroom. When all the guests had arrived, William and James also entered the bedroom and undressed. William and James encouraged everyone to bring their phones. In the middle of the living room was a fuckbench, to which a very good-looking 35-year-old man was tied. James said that Max is the pastor of the church, and still a virgin. Max has blindfolded, so shooting and sharing videos is completely allowed. Max wants to show the whole world how his virgin ass gets cock and positive sperm. Max can be used however violently. He wants to feel used. Gentlemen, please use the hole, James declared. After three and a half hours, 23 lines had been drawn on Max's back. Max had a 23 poz load in his hole. Max's hole lips were red and swollen. The men had shared countless videos of Max begging for cum in his hole. The pastor had begged and prayed that men he had never seen before would seed his virgin hole. A new sperm-hungry creation had been born!

Hot! I had something similar happen once. One of the first times I hooked up with a guy outside of an app was with someone I met at a video store in Newport News, VA when I was 19. I was just browsing the gay DVD and magazine section and he stood beside me to see what I was looking at. We smiled at each other and I followed him out to the parking lot. We went back to his place and he hammered a few loads into me. It was probably the best sex I'd had in my life up to that point. About 6 months later I took a job at Fed Ex in Hampton as a package sorter for the peak season and discovered he worked as a driver for one of the ISPs. We made eye contact and I felt that same shiver in my ass that I had in the video store when he stood next to me, but we didn't hook up again.

Chapter 15 - The Day The nine nights and days had passed quickly. His routine had helped but it had been impossible not to register the rapid ticking off of the dates. Interrupted only by a couple of notable events. He had told his parents that he would be going on a College work placement that would require a few days away. He half expected them to refuse him permission but the fact the College was involved seemed to please them. Forging a note with a College letter-head had been a good move. By the time they knew better it would be too late. They would have seen the video Jerome had promised to send them. After that they wouldn't want Jordyn back anyway. The other event had been his trip to the clinic for testing. That had been a little daunting, something he had never done before, but he had no fear of surprises. He really was a virgin after all. He had arranged to collect his results on the afternoon of the big day. He had been expecting to hear details and instructions from his Owner but even now there had been nothing. He had begun to wonder whether this was all a trick, an elaborate game played on him. It couldn't be could it? Jordyn walked out of the clinic with the hard copy of his results in an envelope. The nurse had been friendly and had given him a little talk on prevention being better than cure and all that. He hadn't been listening - he just wanted to get outside and check his phone again. Had Jerome been in touch? He had his phone in his hand and his eyes on its screen when a van slowed to a crawl beside him. The driver was a dark-skinned Latino, very much the average delivery driver in the average delivery van. Jordyn glanced across at him as he continued to walk. "Jerome sent me - get in the van faggot." Jordyn looked at him in shock. "My car..." "Jerome will look after that." The driver's eyes were invisible behind his dark glasses. "Meanwhile you just need to get that sweet faggot booty in the van. You don't want to disappoint Jerome by being late." He opened the passenger door. Jordyn ran his tongue over his suddenly dry lips. Then his face took on a new look of determination, rather cute on such a pretty boy, and he stepped into the vehicle. The door closed behind him and the driver put the van into gear. Nobody noticed a thing. *** The City had its prominent shopping streets, its historic public buildings and its well-manicured suburbs. The van didn't go to any of them. Instead it began a series of turns into ever more nondescript streets, many with any signage either vandalised or long gone. Rapidly Jordyn realised that he would never be able to remember just what their route had been. Just where he was being taken. Finally the van pulled up outside a building much like a thousand others in the city. It might have once been commercial, it had no identifying signage now. "Get out and press the buzzer." Those were the first words the driver had spoken since Jordyn had got into the vehicle. He had barely stepped out onto the sidewalk when the van drove off and left him there. He walked to the building and pressed its buzzer. A small door opened and a familiar face emerged, framed in jaunty peroxide hair. "You came," said Spice. There was no judgement or comment in the two words but Jordyn sensed a certain sadness. "I needed to," he replied. "It's who I am." "I know," said Spice as she looked into his eyes. "I know," she repeated. Then she stepped aside and Jordyn walked into the building. Spice closed the door behind him. "Well we have a lot to do..." *** Jordyn felt pampered and he felt wonderful. Spice had taken him to a room set up as a beauty parlor. He had taken a shower and then she had given him a facial cleanse, a full manicure and pedicure, had washed and styled his hair. It felt great! Then he had stripped for her and Spice had begun to dress him in the outfit she had so carefully curated for him. She knew just what would look wonderful on a sweet little femboy like him. First a sheer white crop top, scoop-necked and short-sleeved. Only just extending down to his nipples and leaving a wonderful expanse of flat, pale, belly exposed. Those weeks of exercises had surely paid off. Looking down past his navel, past the only slightly faded message written there by Clyde, he saw his thong. He knew it allowed his bubble butt to be displayed to its best and in the front its little white pouch clearly showed the flat outline of his cage. He wore long white leggings that extended up beyond his knees, their top made obvious by three red bands in the material. It felt so different to be dressed like this and it felt so good. So much more the Jordyn who he had always known himself to be. He moved his head and felt the unfamiliar sensation of his clip-on hoop ear-rings moving. Large hoops with sparkling letters around their circumference spelling out 'F - E - M - B - O - Y.' Telling the world just who and what he was. A femboy and more than just a femboy - he was BoiFagBarbie and it felt amazing. He turned his head a little and saw the camera. Such devices had captured his every movement since he had pressed the buzzer outside for admission. Documenting his readiness, no his willingness and enthusiasm, for what was going to happen. Early short scenes in the video that he knew his Owner would be producing. It was exciting to know that men would pay good money to have that recording. Even more exciting to know that his parents would receive their copy free of charge. Jordyn felt very BoiFagBarbie as he simpered and blew a faggy kiss to the camera. That video would do what he had been desperate to achieve for as long as he had been old enough to think about such things. It would tell everyone back home just who he really was. He understood the consequences of that but it was still something that he needed to have happen. "Stop squirming in your seat Jordyn - I need you to keep still." Spice's voice cut into his thoughts. He settled down and let her work her magic. Spice knew just the look which he needed to have. Fake eyelashes, dark eye-liner, blush on his cheeks and a strong pink lipstick. He knew he didn't really need to wear such make-up but it was still important that he did. When he looked in the mirror he still saw a boy but a very special sort of a boy. The sort of boy you only met in the darker corners of an old sea-port, the sort of boy who was available for any man with some money and a hard cock. A boi-whore. "How does that look - is that OK?" Spice was observing him with a judicial air. "It looks fantastic - thanks so much Spice." There was a cough from the doorway and they realised Jerome had been watching them - along with another man, a white guy in his forties who was built like a doorman. Jerome nodded and spoke. "You can go take a break girl." Spice sent Jordyn a look that he couldn't quite decode. Was it concern or a warning or just pity? Jordyn didn't care - he liked Spice but this was what Jordyn had wanted and needed for so long. "Surely looks like a stupid bimbo but has the little faggot got what it takes? The men back there are expecting a good show." That was the white man. "He looks too fucking fragile, too fucking vanilla." "Well, I do know his looks have drawn a crowd. Too many for Clyde's place which is why we are here." Jerome turned his attention to Jordyn. "This here is the Bull. He's supplied the venue tonight - you'd best not let him and me down." "I'll try not," stammered Jordyn. Jerome took a firm step forward and slapped his femboy's face. Not hard enough to stun but surely hard enough to get his attention. "You don't try to do nothing faggot. I don't give refunds on these gigs. You fail to satisfy and the men out there will take it out on your ass you hear me." "Yes sir," sniffled Jordyn. The Bull picked up the envelope Jordyn had brought with him. He removed the two sheets of paper from inside and inspected them, nodding. "Negative for all STDs and for PrEP use. That will get you in the door. Our men will be the same - negative for everything with one notable exception of course. Every stud in there will be HIV positive. No-one's been lying to you about that shit have they?" "No sir - I want Poz men sir, Poz men are so sexy sir." The Bull ran his eyes up and down the slim youthful form of Jordyn and then he nodded. Almost on cue the sound of thumping music was audible through the walls accompanied by a cheer. There were a lot of male voices and Jordyn was well aware that they were all there for him, all there for his sweet tight little virgin hole. Jerome tapped the younger man's cheek gently a couple of times. "You'll do fine. Just get the rest of your outfit on and make sure to prep that hole properly. I want it to get plenty of use before we wreck it tonight. Understood." Jordyn could only nod as he saw his Owner smile and heard the Bull laugh. Neither of them were reassuring reactions and Jordyn felt the panic start to rise up in his chest. The two men left and Jordyn got to work making himself ready. He needed to be at his very best for the men. Minutes later the music's volume was eased down. Jordyn heard a voice through the wall and knew Bull was whipping up the crowd. "Welcome men - we got a special night tonight. We got us a dumb little faggot slut with a virgin unspoiled hole..." A huge cheer drowned out the next few words. "...what we gonna do to this little bitch." A roar of voices were raised in answer. Just a few comments were clear even through the wall. "Mess that pretty boy faggot up good!" "Gonna rip that boi pussy apart!" "Make the stupid fucker wish he was never born!" "Little fag won't stand a fucking chance." There were clearly a lot of men there and their intentions weren't hard to define. Pretty much everything Jordyn had long fantasized about and probably much more. His heart was beating hard and he had to breathe deeply to keep himself steady as he pulled on his last item of clothing. Not quite the usual wedding outfit but this mini-skirt was the same spotless white as the rest of his clothes, representing the classic unspoiled virginity of the bride. Then he sat down and leaned forward to put on his footwear. There were no voices from next door now. Just the 'thump - thump - thump' of boots on the floor and hands on tables and walls. Impatient men, hungry for the tasty morsel that they had been promised. Jordyn's fingers fumbled a little as he tightened the straps on his six-inch 'fuck-me' platform stripper heels. He felt a little light-headed as the door opened and he stood up, tottering on his precarious footwear. Jerome and the Bull rejoined him and each took one of his arms, holding him up despite his instability. "Ready fuck-toy." Jerome had a way of making a question sound like a statement. Jordyn's throat seemed dry and too tight to speak. He merely nodded his assent. The men moved forward almost carrying the smaller and lighter figure of Jordyn Myers between them. "C'mon bitch," growled the Bull, "be sure to make your parents proud." It was a cruel comment but far more relevant than the Bull might have guessed. His parents had made Jordyn who he was and he was here because of all they had done. The young man held his head up and began to move forward under his own power. He walked unsteadily across the floor to the door, followed by the two men, just as the familiar notes of the Wedding March began. ***

I avoid and ignore any and all political posts because I'm already stressed and anxious as a full time caregiver. I've been on a total news and social media blackout for several years now. I mention all that to give context. However, when there are new posts on BZ I can't help but see the post name in notifications. It's great seeing something that's obviously a political post as I can ignore it. Seeing post titles that are innocuous sounding that I read and end up being political and disturbing isn't great, but I can usually stop reading before I get the gist. Then there are post titles like this one that pack in a wealth of historical horror you don't need to read the post to have your terrible day made worse. I've tried to find a way to ignore or not get notifications from some forums, but haven't found a solution so far. If I could do that, it would work for me. Since I can't find a way to do that, what ends up in a post title I have no choice but to see in notifications. To be very clear, I'm not suggesting there's anything inappropriate about this post. This is about me managing what content I consume to optimize my mental health in my current circumstances. Mods, is there a solution here that I've missed?

cut through a gloryhole in NYC at an adult bookstore right after leaving a job interview (I was 22)

I was new here in town. I needed to get a physical exam for my new job so I asked around and one of my neighbors recommended I go see Dr. Kendrick, over on 10th. I called to make an appointment and a few days later I headed over there. Dr. K had an office right there in his home, a cozy-looking house set back from the street. Inside the front door was a small waiting area. A sign on the wall said to take a seat until I was called. After a few minutes a door opened. First, a young man about my age came out and hurried for the front door. I remember that his face was red and sweaty. Maybe he had seen the doctor because he had a fever. Next, Dr. K stepped into the waiting room and said, "You must be Larry. Larry Hicks? Come on into my exam room." I followed him into a bigger room. This one had a desk, a couple of chairs, cabinets and, in the middle of the floor, was a medical exam table. "Why don't you start getting undressed while we talk? You can leave your boxers and shirt on for now." So, I took off my socks and shoes along with my trousers, shirt and underwear and put them on one of the chairs. "Hop up on the table," he said, and tell me what I can do for you." As I explained my reason for the appointment he began making notes of our conversation. He asked my age, which was 19, and inquired about my medical and family history. All the while he poked and prodded me, working his way through the exam. Eventually the questions turned more personal. "So, are you sexually active, Larry?" I reddened a bit and said, "Not much. I've only done it a couple of times." "That's not a problem," he said. "Now...when you think about having sex...you know, when you get horny...do you mainly think of having sex with women or having sex with men?" Seeing the shocked expression on my face, he continued, "It makes no difference to me, young man. I just need to get a complete picture of your situation." "I don't know," I said, "I guess maybe I'm gay. I've only done it with two guys." "Well, if you're unsure, we can certainly help you figure that out. Do you like having your penis sucked?" I nodded. "Do you like it when a man puts his organ in your mouth? Do you like to pleasure him? Do you like him to ejaculate in your mouth? And do you swallow his semen?" Guiltily, I nodded "yes" to each question. "Well, at this point, I think it's safe to say that you are an homosexual." I blushed. "Now, as for anal sex...are you the insertive partner?" He glanced at me. "Hmmm! No! Probably not! So, you're the receptive partner, right?" My cheeks burned bright red and I could only look at the floor. So...you are what's commonly known as...."a bottom. In plain words...you accommodate the needs of other men. Excellent!" He smiled warmly! "Let's move on! Do you have any Sexually Transmitted Diseases? Herpes? Syphilis?" "No," I stammered. "Are you HIV-negative?" "Yes! I mean...I guess so." "Well," he said, "we have to be sure. We'll get you tested for everything. Then I can give you a clean bill of health." He did the pinprick and drew some blood. "Larry, I'm running a little behind. While we're waiting for your results, I'm going to put you in the next room. Bring your stuff. You can leave your boxers and shirt on for now." He ushered me through a doorway into the next room. "This actually is my bedroom," he said, and indeed, there was a large bed situated against one wall. "I use this as a second exam room when it gets busy. It's quiet and private. Have a seat there on the bed and make yourself comfortable. Mrs. Shaw is just stopping by to get her flu shot. It won't take long. I'll be back in about 10 minutes." He retreated to the first exam room and closed the door behind him. I sat down at the base of the bed and began to wait. In a few moments, I heard another patient enter the room next door and I could hear the murmur of their conversation. A few minutes later I could hear Mrs. Shaw departing. After a few more minutes, Dr. K came back into the bedroom. "Good news!" he said. "You're completely healthy. Your HIV test was negative. I hope you're not disappointed?" I was a bit confused. "What did you say?" He smiled back at me. "Oh, nothing...let's finish up the exam. You seemed a little unsure about your sexuality. You know...your preferences and needs. So, let's find out!" With that, he reached out and placed his palm against my chest as I sat there at the end of the bed. He pushed firmly, causing me to lie back on the bed cover. "I want to check your responses," he said as he began unbuttoning my shirt. When he was finished, the shirt fell open, exposing my chest and stomach. Without any warning, he reached out with both hands and used his fingers to firmly grasp my nipples. As he gave them a short but sharp twist, I moaned involuntarily, "Uhnh!" and my mouth remained open in an O-shape. My body reacted strangely in other ways as well. My back arched, pushing my chest towards the doctor's hands. Also, my knees jerked, pulling apart and upward towards my chest a bit. Dr. K stepped smoothly into the gap between my legs, thereby preventing them from closing. Dr. K's smile got bigger. "Well, well! That's interesting." He twisted the flesh trapped between his fingers once again and said, "When I apply pressure HERE, look what happens. Your legs spread apart and your mouth opens wide." And that's just what happened. As my legs parted, he pressed even closer to me. He leaned forward and placed his right hand on my face. Two fingers aggressively entered my mouth and started exploring. "This is VERY NICE," he said. "Even better than I had hoped for." I could only try to gurgle a response. Dr. K's voice remained kindly but his eyes seemed to harden somewhat as he looked down at me. "Raise your hips, Larry! Come on...haven't got all day! Let's get these off you." With that, I felt his free hand tug on my boxers. They slid off my hips and down my legs, finally brushing past my toes as they fell away to the floor. "There...that's better! You won't be needing them for a while." His fingers continued their rough invasion of my mouth and I felt his other hand cup my balls. He used his thumb to stroke the head of my dick in a circular motion. I response to his ministrations, I could feel my cock begin to lengthen and swell. "Your reflexes have proven exceptional," he announced. "Can you tell that your penis is becoming erect? And your nipples! My Lord,...we've already seen how responsive to stimulation they are." As if to prove the point, his hands descended on my nipples again, his fingers pincering them forcefully. I was helpless as my mouth opened again and my legs twitched further apart. Now, THREE fingers were jammed into my gaping mouth. "We've conclusively established that your sexual responses are HOMOSEXUAL! Now we should discuss your HIV status. I know that you tested negative this time, but it's well known that many gay men secretly regret being negative. For many reasons, every day, men like you choose to become HIV-positive. I imagine that you must have given it thought, haven't you?" With his digits swirling around inside my mouth, only garbled noises came out in response. "That's what I thought," he continued, as if I had somehow agreed with him. "Let's help you decide! Let's say you were gay...which you are. And you were a submissive bottom...which apparently you are. And your status is negative...which it is. And you desperately wanted to be HIV-positive instead." He now looked at me. "Is that right?" "Anngh! Gruhhh! Mmmpph!" He looked at me quizzically. "Does that mean, 'Yes'?" I tried to lurch upright, but his hand on my face kept me pinned to the bed. The doctor nodded, "See! I knew that deep down, you might want that for yourself. The question is...what can we do about it? Hmmm?" He stared at me. His eyes didn't seem very friendly any more. In fact, I felt like the doomed bird transfixed by the serpent's gaze. "Let's figure this out together. Here's a test for you. I just want you to answer honestly. Nobody's judging you here, ok?" Although the alarms in my head hadn't really stopped, I nodded my head. "Good! SO, let's say you come to me seeking my advice about becoming HIV-positive. I might ask you the following: "If you were to be helped in converting to a positive status, would you want to be infected, or 'assisted' if you prefer that word, by one man alone...or would you prefer to be infected by several men at once? Of course...you'd be in a sling for comfort." I was lying on the bed, unable to speak intelligibly and unable to sit up. My shoulders drooped in resignation. Maybe I should just play his game and see what happened. I gently prodded his fingers with my tongue. He got the hint and withdrew them so I could be understood. "I....I....," I whispered. He asked, "What?" As he leaned closer, his fingers gave each nipple a sharp little pinch. I gasped, "one man...ONE MAN!" He squeezed HARDER! "Say it ALL!" he commanded. Utterly under his control, I moaned, "I...I'd want...ONE MAN...one man to INFECT ME!" "I was hoping that's what you'd say. That's all you had to do, Larry...just ask!" I could hear his free hand fumbling with his belt. His other hand left my mouth and I heard the sound of a zipper being lowered followed by the whisper of his pants as he pushed them down. He cupped my balls again and my dick, no longer neglected, stiffened rapidly. Dr. K leaned over and covered my mouth with his. His tongue entered me, controlled me. "You don't have to be afraid, Larry! I'm going to take care of you. We're going to do this the right way, baby. His mouth trailed down my chest and belly. Upon reaching my cock, he engulfed it with his lips and began sucking up and down my shaft. Heavenly! Too quickly, he broke free and brought his face back up to mine. "You know...I've given many guys like you their first fuck...right here on this bed. And I given many guys their first condomless fuck...right here on this bed. In fact, I've given many men...men just like you, Larry... their first POZZING...right here on this bed! Pozzing...that means taking a man that is HIV-negative and introducing the active virus into his system, turning him HIV-positive. It's a privilege to be the one that helped you to understand your need to convert to positive like so many have done before you." He continued,"Nothing could be simpler, more natural and more normal than for two men to share their fluids like this, in order for the negative one to convert. Let me show you. "Open your mouth!" I didn't have a choice because his fingernails scratched across my nipples, making my mouth open. He leaned over me and slowly spit a few long gobs of saliva into my waiting orifice. "Now...Taste it!" I ran my tongue through his spit, letting his juices mingle with mine. "And Swallow it!" he ordered. I meekly complied. "See how natural that was?" I could feel the head of his dick bobbing around, pushing into my ball sac, leaving a trail of gooey precum wherever it touched. Suddenly, I felt warm liquid washing over my belly, running back down over my cock and balls onto the bed. "See, Baby! See how natural that is? How good my piss feels on you? I'm sharing that with you as well." My mind reeled with the thought that, by sharing his fluids, he was merging himself, his very DNA with me. ""The best comes last!" he hissed. His penis zeroed in on my hole. The head, still leaking precum, nudged a bare half inch into me, and stopped. "There!" he whispered. "I'm inside you and I've already left a tiny bit of fluid behind. A little HIV is already growing inside you. Do you want MORE?" All I could do was whimper! "You have to SAY IT!" he said. "YES!...I want more!" With that, he eased in and started up a slow steady pistoning motion. He growled, "You want my HIV? You want me to fuck my HIV into your neg pussy? SAY IT!" All the while his thrusts picked up speed and power. My voice got louder. "YES! Fuck me with your HIV! Make me positive! POZ ME!!" By now, he was banging into me furiously. "I want you to remember that someday....someday when you have AIDS...that it's MY AIDS inside you. I'm the one that infected you, put my virus in you. And YOU...you did what a Poz Bottom was supposed to do...you just SPREAD YOUR LEGS and BEGGED ME FOR IT!" He yelled as he began to blast his viral sperm deep within me. I could almost fell the bug attaching itself to my sensitive rectal walls, starting to grow. Dr. K rolled off of me and stood up. He bent over and gave my ass a loud smack. "I've probably knocked you up. I'm pretty potent because I don't take any HIV medications and my viral levels are always very high. Just to be safe, let's give you an appointment in 3 months so you can come in and get tested. My promise is that I'll keep fucking you until my virus has claimed you.

I woke up cold. We'd drifted off, after our exertions and hadn't gotten underneath the duvet. I lay there, unsure of what to do. Should I wake him, or snuggle closer and his body to keep me warm? Either way I needed to use the bathroom first. I tried to extract myself from his arms without waking him, but I was unsuccessful. The man I'd met hours earlier stirred and spoke to me. "Are you leaving?" He asked me. "No, I just need to piss," I answered, getting off the bed. "First door you come to," he told me. "Are you cold? I'm freezing," he said, moving to get under the blanket. I walked out of the bedroom and into the hallway, finding the first door in the darkness. The light made me recoil, blinded. I relieved myself and wondered what time it was. After I'd finished, I left the light on and went to my clothes, still in a pile by the door into the apartment. I fished my phone out of my pocket; 3.3am. I didn't make much sense of the timing. I was so tired, maybe we'd stayed up longer than I'd thought. I did work 3 loads out of the man. I walked back to the bedroom, feeling a chill creeping in. The room was dark as I dropped my phone onto the padded chair next to the bed and climbed under the covers. I shuffled towards the man who'd bred me only an hour or so before. "Welcome back." His hands grabbed me and pulled me to his body. "You're freezing!" He exclaimed. "You should have said something." "I only just woke up," I told him as my body shuddered, accepting the warmth under the blanket and a man against me. It was still dark when I woke up. I'd drifted off again. This time my dick was hard and I could feel another hard dick against my butt cheeks. I moved, pushing my back and my ass into my new dom. "I was hoping you'd wake up soon," he whispered in my ear. He moved his arm on top of me up, licked his fingers and moved it back underneath the covers. "Unhh," was all I could manage, as his fingers rubbed his spit across my hole. I felt his hand move off my ass before his thick cock pushed against me. I relaxed my hole and angled myself towards him, to make it easier for myself. My hand moved towards the seat, trying to find the bottle of poppers. I found my phone, dragging it towards me, before dropping it and moving my hand back. Finding the small brown bottle, I snapped my hand to my nose. His fat dick was already inside me when I was uncapping the poppers, frantically seeking help. "Huff those poppers, boy." I was ordered. "Deep breaths." I didn't know how he could see me, but I did as I was told. I sniffed deep and hard at the bottle under my nose twice, before capping them and thrusting my hips back towards the dick inside me. We both moved slowly, enjoying a slower fuck. I moaned and grunted, enjoying his thick raw dick. "Thank you, Sir. I fucking love you inside me," I said. "Mhmm. Yeah, you like raw dick, don't you? Tell me you love it raw." "Raw is law, Sir. I love it raw. I haven't used a rubber since I was 20." I confessed. "Good boy. Good boy," he said, each word longer than the last. Our hips thrust against each other for a long time. I was starting to tire out when I heard him say "I'm gonna have to crank it up a notch if you want another load, boy." "How do you want me?" I asked. "On your front, don't move." I rolled onto my front, away from him. His dick slipped out, making me moan. I kept my body still as I reached for the poppers again. My top moved over me, lining his dick up to my hole, still under the duvet. Cold air rushed in at my back, as he lifted himself off me and I started inhaling the poppers. "You want another toxic load, boy?" I answered as I exhaled. "Yes, sir. Knock me up." He pushed inside as I exhaled again. "You're gonna get it, gonna get infected. You want me to convert you?" "Yes, please. Give me what you got, I need it, poz me up, Sir," I begged. The man on top of me started to pound at my hole. I felt his sweat dripping onto my back as he talked dirty to me. "I'm gonna give you my bugs. You're gonna get it, boy. Tell me you want HIV. Beg me for a poz load." I obeyed every instruction. I kept my body still, whilst he fucked me hard and fast, replying to his poz verbal. "Give me everything, Sir. Give it to me. I want HIV, infect me. I need poz cum!" After a few minutes, I felt him shudder. He thrust deep and hard, then lay down on top of me. I grabbed the blanket and pulled it back up over us both. A few minutes more, he spoke to me, "Suck me clean, boy. I thought you liked ass to mouth?" I pulled his cock out of my hole and shuffled down the bed to find his softening member. I opened my mouth and enveloped him, tasting his toxic cum and my bloody cunt. I couldn't taste much blood, wondering if I'd dodged the bullet tonight. 'Time will tell,' I told myself. Slinking back up the bed. hoping to be spooned for the rest of the night, I was met with a white plastic strip in front of me. "You're neg, boy. Your test is negative." "I'd almost forgot we did that," I said, moving my back against his chest. "Me, too... I'm glad you're neg. I hope I get to change that," he said, before throwing the test onto the chair and wrapping his arms around me.

All my cock sucking memories are my favorites. However one does stand out as being terrific. I was invited to a guy I worked with birthday party. When I arrived I was surprised that there were 25 other guys there also. No girls, just men, mostly younger than thirty. They were just standing around the pool and drinking. Swim suits bare chest and nice packages to look at and get hungry. Before the party was over I sucked 20 of them, was fucked 11 times and fucked 4 different guys. Once I sucked one the rest just seem to line up pull their cocks out and wait for their turn. Damn their hard cocks, precum and cum were so good.