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I was cruising the Craigslist posts here in Las Vegas a few nights ago. There was a post from a black couple. One was an older black daddy, aged 52 and his pup, aged 26. Both described themselves as tall and thin with extra long dicks. Well, my weaknesses are black tops. And getting tag team fucked by a black couple would be a dream come true. I quickly replied to their ad and attached some pics of me sucking some bbc's and taking some raw black dick in my ass. Within about 5 minutes, I received a reply from the older guy. He told me where they lived. They had both been smoking some weed and were horny to fuck some white ass. I told him that I was interested. Just give me their address, I'll douch and shower and be there within the hour. He quickly sent his address and I got myself cleaned out. I was so anxious to taste those bbc's. I quickly cleaned up and got to their place in record time. My heart was pounding as I rang the doorbell. The older guy opened the door and invited me inside. "Dave here", I said. "Maurice", he said. Then pointing behind him, he said, "DeWayne". DeWayne was completely naked, already with a raging hard on. And a BBC it was. The very good looking 26 year old was well over 6 ft. tall. Probably around 180 lbs. Muscular with a smooth, rippled chest and abs. His BBC had to be close to 10"s. Rather slim in diameter, but with a very large mushroom cockhead, completely covered in beautiful, black, foreskin. Maurice closed the door behind me and locked it. Maurice was wrapped in a long bathrobe. Maurice was also well over 6 ft. tall. Perhaps 190 lbs. Muscular with a well defined chest, covered with thick, black, curly hair. He had large, erect nipples that stuck up through the carpet of hair on his chest. Maurice was not particularly good looking. Downright homely and awkward looking. But his tall, muscular build was a real turn on. Maurice quickly opened then dropped the bathrobe. He was now naked with a semi hard bbc. His was cock was also close to 10"s long. But thicker than DeWaynes. "Follow me", Maurice said as he led us down the stairs to in most homes would be called a "family room". But in their home it had been turned into a "sex room". A large king size bed with no headboard was in the center of the room. Small, short tables were on all 4 corners of the bed. Each little table had a tube of lube, a bottle of poppers and some small towels all set out to be close at hand when needed. A gigantic big screen TV was on one wall. A hot all black gay porn flick was already playing on the screen. In one corner of the large room, hanging from the ceiling was a sling. Opposite the TV was a large sofa. Covered in a sheet, to protect it from cum and lube. "Get naked, buddy", Maurice said. As he lit up a joint and inhaled a few drags. "Want some?" he said. "Wish I could. But I get tested at work. Can't take the chance". I said with disappointment. Maurice handed the joint to DeWayne. And they passed the joint back and forth between them for awhile as I stripped. Once they'd quickly finished the joint and I was naked, Maurice told me, "Suck my dick, white daddy". I walked to Maurice and dropped to my knees. I wrapped my lips around his cockhead and began to worship his cock as it grew in my mouth. DeWayne walked over to us and he and Maurice kissed passionately as I worshipped Maurices cock. It quickly grew to a full erection. Maurice pulled from my mouth and DeWayne's cock quickly took it's place in my mouth. Since DeWayne's cock wasn't as thick as Maurices, I could take his long cock down the back of my throat. He was definitely enjoying my deep throat. "Put your white pussy in the sling, Dave", Maurice barked. Maurice was definitely in charge. I came up off of DeWayne's cock and walked over to the sling. I quickly climbed in and positioned my ass for easy access. Maurice kissed DeWayne and said to him, "Fuck our white boy, baby". Since these guys were fully prepared, another small table was set up next to the sling. On the table was another bottle of lube and poppers. DeWayne came up to me at the sling and picked up the poppers. He took a couple of deep inhales of the poppers. then asked if I wanted some? "Yeah. I'll take some poppers. Maurice walked over with 2 bottles of poppers in his hands. He handed me one. So all of us had our own bottles of poppers. We were all taking deep breaths of poppers, getting ready for the play to begin. DeWayne dropped to his knees and began to eat my ass. Getting his tongue deep up inside my fuck hole. He spit a few times on my hole, then would slide his saliva up inside me with his tongue. Maurice came beside me and began to suck on my tits. Well....tit play gets me horny as hell. It didn't take very long with my tits being sucked on and my ass being eaten, before I was begging one of them to fuck me. DeWayne stood up, spit on his cock a few times then put his cock up to my hole. He took hold of the leather sling and slid his cock up inside me in one quick push. I took another sniff of poppers and he began to fuck me. My head was spinning from the strong poppers and my ass was in heaven as the youngster fucked my ass. Maurice leaned down to my face and began to kiss me as his young husband fucked my white manpussy. DeWayne fucked me for about 5 minutes, before Maurice changed positions and put his thick bbc into me. DeWayne walked to the sofa, sat down and lit another joint. He just watched as his Daddy/Husband fucked me. Maurice fucked a lot harder. He'd pull out of me, then ram back up into me. I'd grunt as his big cock would continually ram into me. DeWayne finally got up and walked over to us. He put the joint up to his husbands lips as Maurice took a deep drag on it. DeWayne then walked to my head and put his cock up to my lips. It was an awkward angle, but I sucked on his cock as best I could as he continued to suck on the joint. Finally, Maurice took hold of my hand an began to pull me from the sling. "On the bed, Bitch". He barked. I walked to the bed in the center of the room, taking some drags on the poppers as I got onto my knees on the edge of the bed. DeWayne st:ood behind me and slid back up into me in one quick thrust. He held me around the waist and fucked me hard and deep. Maurice climbed up onto the bed. Put his bbc up to my lips, "Suck me, daddy", he said. I was being spit roasted by these two black tops. For about a half hour, these two black tops took turns using my ass for their pleasure. Finally, Maurice layed on his back along side me. "Sit on my black dick, pig", he said. DeWayne pulled out of me and I moved over to straddle his daddy dick. I positioned his cock up to my fuck hole and I sat down onto him. Taking his bbc balls deep back into my ass. "Now, lean forward, Dave. You're going to take us both, now". "Oh, I don't think I can take you both", I protested. Maurice put an open bottle of poppers to my nose. "Here. You'll need these". I took the bottle and took 5 or 6 deep breaths of poppers. Filling my lungs with it, till my head was spinning. Then I leaned over. My face just in front of Maurice. He took my face in his hands, pulled my face to his and kissed me passionately. Ramming his long tongue, deep into my mouth. As we were kissing, his young husband climbed behind me, putting his cock up to my hole, filled with his husbands bbc. I felt DeWayne drizzling cold lube on my occupied asshole. And he lubed up his cock. I came up off of Maurices mouth for a moment to again take some deep breaths of poppers. I went back to kissing Maurice as DeWayne began to push up into me. Even though DeWayne's cock was long, it was relatively thin. I couldn't believe it, but I felt his cock slide all the way up inside me, along side his husbands bbc. They both held it there for a moment, allowing me to adjust to their dicks, then I felt DeWayne begin to pump. I had to keep sniffing poppers, but DAMN!, I actually had two dicks inside me and they were fucking me. I went back to kissing Maurice as now both their cocks were sliding up into me. They had obviously done the double penetration thing with a lot of guys. They had the positioning and rhythm down perfectly. My hole was definitely stretched to it's limit, but to my surprise, I was taking it. They double fucked me for about 5 minutes, then DeWayne let out a loud growl and grunted, "OH, FUCK..!!! I'm Cumming..!!!". He slammed up into me and held it as I felt his body shake behind me. Maurice continued to slam up into me as his young husband's cum was filling my ass. DeWayne was shaking in orgasm and groaning for several moments, before pulling out of me, then climbing to the other side of the bed, to feed me his cum covered cock to clean off. I gladly sucked and licked every drop of his cum from his cock as it softened in my mouth. Then Maurice pushed me off him. "Get on your knees again", he shouted. I got onto my hands and knees. Maurice got behind me and began to lick his husband's cum from my hole. He slid his tongue up into me., then began to suck on my puckered hole. He was drinking every drop he could of his stud's cum from my ass. Then he knelt up behind me and slammed back into me. I had to take another deep sniff of poppers, as he now fucked me forcefully and deeply. I could tell he was really turned on. His fucking was now brutal. He was holding me tightly around the waist as he continually slammed into me. He'd pull all the way out of me, till just the tip of his cockhead was in me, then he's slam back into me, with a grunt. It only took a few minutes of brutal fucking before Maurice let out a loud groan. "FUCKKKKKKKKK....!!!!", he screamed, as he slammed deep into me and held it there. His body was shaking in orgasm. I could feel his cock throbbing inside my ass as he filled my guts with his load. A few more deep thrusts, then he pulled out of me with a "plop". I collapsed onto the mattress, trying to catch my breath. Maurice got up and walked to DeWayne. They kissed each other passionately as I layed in exhaustion on their mattress. Soon they laid down on either side of me on the bed and we took turns kissing each other. Then I felt Maurice slap my ass. "Thanks! You're a fun fuck", he said. I knew it was time to leave. "Anytime", I said. I got up, cum dripping down my inner thigh as I put my briefs on and dressed. Once I was dressed, I thanked them both again for the fun fuck. "You've got our number. Call us sometime. We'll fuck again", Maurice said. As I walked to the door, Maurice and DeWayne continued to kiss on the bed. I let myself out and climbed into my car. I could feel cum soaking my briefs and pants as I drove home. Completely satisfied by the hot fuck. And still amazed that I actually had two cock inside me at the same time. I will definitely be back to play with these two, again.

Hey, I recently joined, and thought it would be fun to tell you guys how I recently had my first ever bareback experience! Hope you enjoy.... I had been wondering for a while if I would ever try bareback. I had been with a few guys but each time we had strictly used condoms. Well, I had been talking to an older man, (45ish), for some time and I decided 'Enough is enough. I need to try bareback'. We arranged to meet in a car park and then go back to his place. When we actually met we make some small talk but inwardly I was quite nervous about what I had in mind. As we got to his house, and through the door, he pushed me up against the wall and began kissing me as he grabbed my ass. (Goddam, I love a rough daddy). I slid my hands down his trousers and couldn't believe the size of his cock. He had told me upfront it was big, but I hadn't seen pics, so I was stunned. He was packing a rather thick, nine inch dick. My initial thought was 'How is that monster going to fit into my ass?' He forced me into his bed and, positioned my head so it was hanging off the side, immediately then thrusting his dick into my mouth and face-fucking me. I think I managed to take about seven inches down my throat before I was gagging and heaving! He removed his cock from my mouth, lubed up his fingers and my ass, and as I lay there, teased my hole with his fingers, slowly slipping one, then two, then three and finally four fingers into me. God, he stretched my hole, prepping me for his tool. After several minutes he concluded I was ready. He flipped me onto my back and mounted me, his massive cock dangling over my tight hole. Lubing his cock with a small amount of lube, he began to prod my hole, finally he pushing his thick head into my ass. It was like nothing I had felt before. I could feel each vein, and every inch of his dick. My eyes rolled back as he pushed himself all the way in, balls-deep. Before I could completely relax, however, he started me by slapping me, and grunting "Look you little bitch. I'm gonna ruin this little hole of yours." Then he fucked me senselessly for a good twenty minutes! Then, placing me into a doggy position, he resumed a fucking, gradually slowing-up. I could feel his cock well-up with cum and I thought 'This is it, my first load bareback. There's no going back from here'. He pushed in one more time right to the hilt and shot a massive hot load into my ass. I could virtually feel his cum shooting into my guts. And it felt absolutely amazing! When he withdrew he ordered me to lick his cock clean. Of course I complied, cleaning the leftovers off of his massive cock, even as the cum began oozing out my used hole. I couldn't have asked for a better first load. Safe to say I've been back a few more times since! Maybe it's time I branch out to a few different loads now!

It's been a while, but Dan is still at it, enjoy! Part 5: The door was open, but a pair of blackout curtains obscured the room. Pinned up was a neat sign "Wait for admittance". He went to turn away, his desire for satisfaction outweighing his curiosity, until a hand on his back stopped him. A beautiful guy, Latino with gorgeous muscles and a perfect smile had his hand on his shoulder and Dan immediately felt his dick rising. This stud had a huge sick handing softly from the only hair on his body and Dan was immediately captivated. The bold letters on his chest only served to make him more appealing. "You want in?" The new stud enquired. "If you're in there, yeah" Dan replied. "Of course, but you need to prepare" he reached back through the curtain and produced a glass of water "drink it all!" He commanded. Dan hesitated, knowing instinctively that this was the start of something, but his inhibitions left as he remembered how much charged cum was already inside him. He downed the glass in one... As he came to, he felt the cool leather of the restraints. He'd never been in a sling before but he'd seen enough porn to understand the position he was now in. He wriggled, testing the restraints, and the clink of the chains attracted several figures out of the darkness into the red spotlight he found himself in. His mouth was filled with cloth, presumably a pair of underwear and his legs raised, exposed his hole. The Latino stud who'd drugged him approached, his dick no longer soft, but rock hard and aimed like a deadly weapon. "Ok slut, time to see how much you can take". In one, he slammed his dick into Dan's hole. It was the thickest he'd taken and he howled behind the gag in his mouth. His desperate pleas only seemed to make his abuser fuck harder as he ploughed Dans hole. "You're getting a massive charged load of me" he whispered in Dan's ear "and PEP won't work, it didn't for me!" Dan had thought briefly of that option after his first load, but knowing it was off the table added to the maelstrom of emotion in him. The Latino stud using his hold moaned as Dan felt his cock spasm and add another charged load to his ruined hole. The stud didn't stop there though, he continued fucking until Dan felt a frothy mess of combined cum leaking from his hole and over his balls. He barely dared to hope that it was over. Soon he found his mouth and ass full of dick from two boys who passionately made out, in the way only boyfriends do, over him as they abused his hole. He lost count of how many loads he'd taken by the time he was released. His face, body and hair were soaked with cum and his ass was leaking the multiple loads he'd been given. Only after he'd seen his last attacked pull out with a mixture of cum and blood did Dan know his ass was done

PART II As I was observing my surroundings in a strange, cold and dark place in from of an open door, I could feel my body shocking as if I was being electrocuted. I am to this day not sure if it was the weather, or the strange feeling og being completely naked, literally, or the combination of both of them. As I felt more unsure about whether I had done the right choice, or had completely destroyed my life, I reminded myself that, if I had come this far, I should continue on this path. Having done the necessary, but rather useless, reflections on my life and the path which led me to this moment, being naked in front of a door, I quickly recovered from the uncertainty and despair, and proceeded towards what I would later in my life describe as a gateway to a new, more brutish, yet tolerable, world. Slowly, with firm steps, and a shaking body, a waxed body, and dangling, hairless balls, I approached the door of the caravan. With my right arm and hand, I grabbed hold of the handle for the door, and swiftly pulled it, revealing a stark dark, yet warm, room. I entered the room, and closed the door behind me. Remembering my orders, I locked it, to refrain the rest of this very strange neighbourhood to witness what was about to come, and seal my faith forever. As my eyes started to adjust, I could see the setting of the caravan. It was quite compact, but had all the necessary items for the event. There was a stall right in front of me, in which later I came to realise was a bathroom with its own shower, a kitchen was adjacent to it. Next to the door, there was a single bed, or rather a mattress, with no sheets or pillows, nor anything that lifted it from the ground. I could see some stains on it, though nothing unusual for a caravan. The bed was placed facing me, and there was just enough space between the bed and the kitchen to stand and do dishwashing. On the other side of the door, there was a living space separated by a plastic wall, with some closets for personal items. The caravan was separate from the car which it was attached to, thus did not have any other doors in front. The living space was as large as the bathroom, kitchen and the bedroom put together, which was logical as one usually uses ones time either outside, or in the living space. It was decorated with a sofa and an armchair, with closets occupying the empty walls next to the furnitures. It was indeed hard to distinguish between colours in such dark night, as the only source of it came from the windows blocked with curtains. As I was instructed in the correspondence I had with he owner of the caravan prior to my arrival, I was to find a mask under the mattress, and put it on. I could hear the blood pressuring my ears as I forced my feet to move slowly and quietly to the mattress. I lifted the mattress up, and found a synthetic mask underneath. As I lifted myself up, I tried to figure out which side I was to wear the mask, but as I realised there were no holes on the mask, I simply put it on. Having a tight mask on is actually quite comfortable, as it makes the air inhaled much colder than if it had been a thick, roomy mask. My vision was of course altered, and now I could barely see where I was going, but it was nothing compared to a blindfold. Recalling further instructions, I quickly searched for the “largest closed you can find, and get in it. Close the closed door, and do not move or take off your mask”. After a rather long search, I found a closed which was barely larger than the other ones in the living space, and opened it with its silver handle. Of course, with limited visibility due to the lack of lighting and having a mask on, I did hit my head on the upper panel of the closet, yet I managed to get in, all empty, with a mask on my head. After waiting for at least ten to fifteen minutes, I heard a distant engine start, which I can now safely say was the engine of the car which the caravan was connected to. I knelt inside the closet and rested my body on one of the walls, as the caravan, driven by the car, made its was to a place I was not told of. Only a few minutes into the journey did I realise how tired I was, and I stretched my legs as much as the closed allowed me to, and began my rest. As I could feel the bumps of the road and the sound of the car engine and wheels carrying both of the vehicles forwards, I came to realise how lonely I felt. I knew there was someone driving the car, but there were no other noises, not from the places we drove, or from the roads. It was as if the world was in deep sleep, and the two moving vehicles were the only sign of life. I also realised how I, as an 18-year-old, did not have an erection. Through the years, I always had a massive erection prior to, and during my visits to men. I would hide the monster safely in my trousers until the time came to reveal its glory, but this time, being already naked in a moving caravan with an anonymous driver I never met or saw, with a face mask, sitting inside a closet, I didn’t have any action going down there. Actually, my penis was quite cold and short, crippled in despair to a hairless body. — I remember waking up. I wasn’t awaken. I just woke up. In a closet. In the few seconds it took me to realise why I was in that situation, my hearth had already skipped a few beats, and I remember aching everywhere. My first though after those few initial seconds of oblivion was whether we had made it to our destination, and if he was waiting for me to wake up, which would be a very pleasant way to treat someone like me. There were no sounds, no engines running, no rain drizzling, no birds tweeting, no man speaking. I stretched my muscles to gain as much warmth as possible, also hoping that I could stretch the aching off my body, which did work fairly well. I had no knowledge of the time, but I did know that I was asleep more than a couple of hours, as I was well rested. Just then I realised that I still had the mask on, which made me relax a bit, as I had though that the mask would start hurting me after an extended period of wearing it. I decided that as I did not receive any further instructions prior to arriving, I could now navigate freely unless told otherwise, and pushed the closed door to free myself from the place I snoozed. As I let myself roam the caravan, I could see that the windows were darkened. As I approached them and tried to through them, I could see dim lights, but couldn’t make out where I was. The windows were surely not like that before I fell asleep. Still satisfied that I am intact and I can see enough to navigate through the caravan, I realised that my bladder was immensely full, thus retreated to the loo to urinate. I did not know whether the water system worked, so I flushed the toilet after relieving myself, which, for my delight, worked just fine. I washed my hands and exited the toilet. I did some breathing exercises to calm my nerved, and as soon as my hearth started to beat normal, I felt a connection to the place. I had been there for hours, and I no longer identified it as being strange or alien, but rather a safe refuge from the dangers of the outside world. I granted a few more moments for relaxation, before deciding that the man who supposedly drove me to wherever I might be now, was probably waiting for me outside. Thus, I broke off from my comfort zone, and readied myself to face the outside world I was glad not to be a part of a moment ago. I slowly, and ultimately, nakedly, walked to the door, and turned the lock. I had unlocked the door, and the time had come to open it. I felt the same rush of excitement joined with fear as I had felt when I was standing on the other end of the door. I slowly, quietly and very considerably pulled down the handle of the door, and pushed it open, while leaving my feet steady on the ground. — As the door was opened, I quickly realised that my clothes which I had taken off were no longer there, as they were never brought inside the caravan. I imagined that the driver must have picked them up while I was in the closet, before we departed, as I did not have any other belongings. Looking around me, the weather was still dark, though the cold fronts were replaced with a milder, yet still chilling, breeze. It was a residential area, this time with brick buildings stretching five stories up. The caravan was parked next to a dumpster, and the car, which was one attached to the caravan, was nowhere to be found. The street had a single streetlight, which was far away enough to not put me in the spotlight. There were no windows looking to the street I was on from the adjacent buildings, probably as this was a backstreet. I walked a few steps to see if I could spot something, and immediately saw an open door on the other side of the main street, which was right in front of me. I turned back, glazing at the caravan that had brought me here, and closed the door. Then, being cautious of my nudity, I observantly walked to the end of the dark alley I was on, and crossed the main street, which was not any larger or sophisticated than the one I had been on a few moments ago. I made sure that the door I was about to enter was the sole one open, as if it didn’t, it would mean that this was in fact, not an inviting sign. Looking to the other doors, I quickly realised that, with my limited vision, the door I was upon was the sole open one. I entered the door, closing it behind me, as I did not wish any curious bypasses to enter as well. It was very assuring to see a dark arrow next to the staircase, as I took it as an instruction to follow it. Although not yet relaxed, I was happy to see that the place was no lit, nor did it have any sounds coming from it. People were asleep, which ment that I was safe. I went four flight up, before finding another door, this time wooden, open as wide as possible. I simply entered it, which was quite remarkable of someone conscious of being stark naked with a face mask in a building somewhere unknown. The room was, as in the case with everything, dark, with moonlight shining through its few, unwashed windows. “Shut the door”. For the firt time in hours, I heard someone speak. It was without doubt a masculine voice with a very dominant vibe. I did as instructed, and soundlessly closed the door behind me. As I shut the door, I felt someone come close to me, and grab me by the throat. It had happened within seconds, and I was already having problems breathing. I wanted to turn around and face my assaulter, but instead, I was drawn towards him. As his right hand was busied by holding my though, his other hand guided itself to my eyes, and shut my vision completely. He then dragged my naked body for quite some while, and shoved me ass-up-belly-down into a wooden table of sorts. Sparing no time for me to question him, he quickly moved on me, and with his large body on me, he strapped by hand and feet to the wooden plateau. He held my head down as, somehow, it was, too, strapped by my neck. Then, while still holding my head down, he pushed out the mask on my head, and quickly replaced it with a mask of sorts, which later inquiry showed to be a gas mask without any holes for my eyes. I remember being distressed, but also, I could not speak, as the whole situation had made me quite incapable of acting sanely. I was gasping for air, which was unnecessary, as the gas mask was not attached to something, and the air flew nicely though its air hole. There I was, naked, but facing upwards, dick facing to the wooden table, hand, neck and feet strapped to it. I was absolutely and unquestionably vulnerable, and had no ability to nix or avoid anything that came on my way. If you wish this story to continue, please follow me and give it a reputation!

One of my craziest times in public was at a cruising bar in Chicago, Manhandlers, where they have a back "barn" area where guys hook up. In the warm summer months there is usually lots of action happening in the back barn late night on weekends. This past summer I was cruising there and I was so horny... a guy was standing in a corner stroking his cock, and I went over and asked if he needed help. Well, in the next few minutes I was on my knees sucking him really nice and deep, and the next thing I know several guys had formed a circle around us watching. One guy started rubbing my back while I continued to suck on that first guys cock, and the guy rubbing my back reached down and was trying to fondle my ass, so got up off my knees while still bending over and kept sucking, and the guy starts fingering my ass. I loosened my pants, and before long the guy behind me slid his cock into my ass slowly and began to fuck me. So now, I'm sucking a nice hard cock while being fucked from behind, and there is a big crowd of guys watching this go on. It was super hot. I had poppers, so I took hits off them every so often, and it was crazy hot. The guy I was sucking eventually cummed in my mouth, and the guy fucking me cummed a few minutes later deep in my ass. I pulled up my pants, went to the front bar to get another beer, and returned to the back barn area with a big smile knowing guys had just watched me get fucked. Great cruising spot in the summer.

I only ever fuck raw. Cum belongs in my holes.

I have to agree with kitfun, the holy trainer is the best by far for longterm. We started with a cheap cage from amazon, not good at all then paid a fortune for the jail bird by mature metal. The were super to work with and the quality was really great, but after about 2 months, my skin started getting real raw where the ball ring rubbed. Now in the holy trainer for 3 months, no rubbing, has the built in lock, it doesn't pull when my cock tries to get hard, and hygiene is "ok" a bit harder to clean inside, but comfort wise the best i've had to wear.

As Todd rode the rush of his first slam his father stepped closer as his 35 year old cock was rock hard. Todd's father asked him if he'd like to suck a real man's cock as he prepared to administer his own slam. Todd didn't need much coaxing as he quickly opened his mouth allowing his father's 8" cock to slip into his mouth. Todd eagerly began to work his father's pole as he could see out of the corner of his eye his father slip the point into his vein, register a flash of blood before he administer his own slam. As his father coughed out a little bit of cum shot from his dick into Todd's mouth. Although Todd had sucked cock before this was his first taste of cum and he liked it the taste. As he continued to suck his father's dick his dad reached over and pushed his basketball shorts down revealing his son's nice, semi-hard cock. Todd was then asked how much me had done with another man, his father wanted to know he'd ever been fucked or had only done the fucking. Todd let his father's cock fall from his mouth as he let his father know that he had only fucked David a couple times and had never been fucked. Todd's father let him know he was about to be fucked for the fist time. Todd was positioned on his back as his dad began to eat his ass. Todd began to moan very loud as his father used his tongue to apply spit as lube for his eventual penetration. Once Todd's hole was nice and slick it was time to take his cherry. As his father's cock was positioned at his hole Todd was not aware of everything his father was about to give him. He asked Todd as his cock began to penetrate him if he always fucked David bareback. Todd had a puzzled look in his face as his father figured that he didn't know what 'bareback' meant and clarified asking if he never used a condom when be fucked David. Todd nodded yes as he felt himself being filled for the fist time. Although his father never met David in person, he had heard about him and knew him to be poz. After that night, so would his son. Todd got his first kiss from his father as he bottomed out bald deep. Todd then was on the receiving of his first fucking and he was loving it. What Todd didn't know was that when his father partied he was a cum machine. Once he started fucking be would begin a steady stream of cum. He knew that Todd's hole would be flooded with enough cum that he should convert him. As the night progressed the two shared another slam and his father made sure to reuse the same point he had used for his first slam to give Todd his second slam. Once his son was as poz as he was he knew that they'd be a formidable pair at the baths.

Until Death Do Us Part (The Story a Cheating Boyfriend) It happened all on a sunny Saturday at Michelle’s wedding. She was a very good friend of mine and had extended and invitation to me to celebrate with her that most important day. We were quite a crowd, as we witnessed the solemn vows in the church, but I had no eyes for the holy ceremony which was taking place in the sanctuary. No, my eyes were fixed on a young guy who was sitting not far away from me. I recognized his breathtaking beauty, his innocent appearance. His blonde hair and blue eyes gave him an almost angelic appearance, and his body frame, although clearly athletic, was still quite petite. He was not really tall, at most 5'7", I estimated. Eventually he felt observed and after smiling shyly to me once in a while, he concentrated his gaze at Michelle and John who promised to love and cherish each other for the rest of their lives. It was obvious the guy next to my blonde angel was his boyfriend. He held his arm around his shoulder, like he was protecting him. It was a nice gesture and somehow it made me hard. The boy’s eyes wandered back to me, just to look away…. it was almost like a hot and dangerous game. We all stood when the rites had concluded and the bride and groom began moving down the aisle to leave the church. At this point my cock was extremely hard, so I effectively presented myself to my little blonde darling, allowing him to imagine what was in store for him. Sure enough, when the blonde twink passed in front of me, he blushed when he saw my immense bulge. Since he couldn’t look away, I knew I had him on the hook. During the afternoon we had quite a ball and I made sure Michelle placed me next to the lovely twink. He and his fiancée were friends of her now husband. At that time I learned the twink's name was Dante. Later that evening, when the people were wandering around to dance or take a smoke or simply talk to others we stayed at our table and looked at each other, and got to chatting. Dante told me he had been with his partner for two years and they planned to marry also in the upcoming year. I nodded and my right hand was at the back of his chair. My thumb was caressing his shoulder blade, while he told me how much he was in love with his boyfriend. With my left hand I massaged my bump unashamedly. No one saw it anyway, no one except Dante who tried to ignore the fact that I was discretely playing with my hard on. “Would you mind stop touching me? I am here with my boyfriend,” he said all of a sudden. I kept on caressing his back and told him I knew that, but I was not doing any harm by touching him. “Still…. it is not appropriate,” he insisted. “So you want me to stop. I can do that. I can stop touching you and I can take ‘that’ away from you” I replied and stopped groping myself. Spreading my legs I gave him a good view of the tent, that was building up in my pants. Dante gulped, and quietly remarked "It certainly is impressive, but this really isn't the place for this." “You could take a closer look. Perhaps somewhere more private,” I suggested. Dante looked around frantically. “Meet me at the church yard. Tomorrow. At 3:00 PM,” I demanded. “But my boyfriend,” he mumbled. “We will just meet and talk,” I promised him, although I knew I would be the one talking. He wouldn’t be able to reply, since he would be massaging my cock with his throat. Dante nodded. “I will try to meet you there” he promised and with that I got up and made sure he got a good last look at my bulging pants before I left the table to get myself another drink and to enjoy the rest of the evening with a bunch of my acquaintances. The next day came and I arrived at the church shortly before 3:00 PM. Dante had already arrived, and was seated on a bench texting on his mobile, as he awaited my arrival. He was dressed in a washed out jeans and a skater shirt, looking even younger than his actual age of 18, which he had mentioned to me at the wedding. I walked up to him. My dick started to stir yet again, and, as he was sitting at the right height, it was the first thing he saw: a nice lump was forming in my jeans. “Hey Dante… nice, that you made it” I greeted him. “Yeah – nice to see…. you…. too,” he replied as he stared at my crotch. Then his eyes sought-out my eyes and he smiled at me. “Although I must admit I am still not comfortable being here. I even lied to my boyfriend,” he admitted. ‘Nice’ I thought. “Why? What did you tell him?” I wanted to know. “I texted him I lost my bracelet at the wedding and wanted to check in various places if I could find it” he said. “Well, let’s take a walk over the cemetery. We could talk and find a quiet corner to converse some more,” I looked at him with a friendly face. “Okay,” he agreed and with that we started walking towards the entrance of the wide cemetery, chatting as we made our way. I kept an eye open for a private bench, and then spied the perfect location, a bench positioned beneath a willow, with no nearby tombstones. We sat down and since Dante kept glancing at my crotch, I placed my arm around his shoulder and sat there, my legs wide apart, and suggested “Well, why don’t you check me out - just for a little bit. You know, while we chat,” I suggested. “I'm not sure if I should do that,” he replied, adding “It would feel like cheating on my boyfriend and I don’t want to go that path. I am proud that we are committing ourselves into a faithful relationship." ‘Blah blah blah’ I thought. Of course I agreed with that and I told him it was not my intention to ruin anything. I could relate on that, since I was in a solid relationship myself (a lie) and would never be not loyal to my loved one (again a lie, since I cheated always on my partners). Come on, as if fucking the same old hole would make you horny after some times of usage. “But then again – it is nothing more than a human touch” I explained to him and touched his right hand. “See. Nothing more. No cheating, no lies, just a human touch. And I got the feeling you were quite interested yesterday in feeling me up. And I can sense from the look in your eyes, that you still are, Dante." He didn’t look at my face. He stared openly at my bulge and his hand tried to fondle the clear outlining of my hard nine inch long cock. He started at the base with one finger and followed the route up to my cock head. There he used three of his fingers to get a grip around my glans penis, massaging it through my jeans. "It's so long and thick,” he said admiring. “Yeah – most guys turn me down, because of that” I sighed deeply. “Are you serious?” he asked, looking up at me, but his hand never paused in stroking my cock, even if through my tight jeans. I simply nodded. It was unbelievable, how many guys were scared of the size of my cock. Of course this was a lie also, but I wanted to get this thing going. “I would love to feel it up my ass,” he confessed, "especially 'cause my boyfriend's cock is only six inches long and somewhat thin," but then, in a moment of remorse, he added “I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have told you that.” “Nah – man we are friends. Who can you turn to, if not to a friend in such matters?” I asked him honestly and played my cards so hypocritically. “So you fuck your boyfriend?” I asked. “Good lord – no!” he exclaimed. He was the passive part, which made it so critical for him. He loved his boyfriend, just in bed he was a whack. “Oh that’s bad of course, but love can overcome such problems,” I praised him and really had to bite my tongue in order not to laugh out loud. Then I asked "Do you want to take a closer look?” “Here? Out in the open?” he sounded shocked. I got the feeling this twink was really a good one ‘as in’ playing always safe – meeting the love of his life – testing for HIV and that crap and then fucking without condoms like rabbits. He was a ‘Neg’ for sure, which made him even more desirable for me. “Nah – are you crazy?” I played the surprised. “We could use the church toilets and you could take a short glance. That’s it,” I promised. I vowed I would not fuck him there and smiled my winning smile and so we agreed on walking to the toilets. He was supposed to walk in front of me and reserve a stall and I would enter immediately behind him and enter the stall if no one else was in there at all. I’ve watched him shaking his ass at me, while he looked for the right way back to the church. From time to time he turned around to me and grinned, while I followed him, giving him a dirty look. I even squeezed my bulge more than one time, when he took another turn, gazing at me. I was horny like a dog when I entered the church toilets and as we thought, we were the only ones in there at that moment. So Dante took the last of three stalls and disappeared in it. I followed him and closed the door behind us. Right after that the main door opened again and someone shuffled into to urinals section and started to pee. I signaled Dante to get down on his knees and to open my pants, while I pretended to concentrate to the stranger outside, but I hardly listened to the noises the other fellow made. Dante understood and so he went down and started with my belt. I looked down on him thinking to myself 'Dante is absolutely hypnotized by shape of my cock, even if he hasn't seen it yet'. But with that he opened the last button and received his 'present of the day', my cock! He was mesmerized and looked at it closely. He felt the girth of my dick and enjoyed smelling around my dong, but he never tried to move to the next step, so I pushed the envelope saying "I've really gotta take a piss, but maybe you'd like to hold it for me." He nodded and smiled at me. He aimed my dick towards the toilet porcelain and I started letting go a strong gush of piss. I sighed relieved and the luck was on my side, when I realized that there was no toilet paper in our stall. So when I finished pissing up, I told Dante about our dilemma and asked him, if he could finish the job. He looked up at me with big eyes and you could see his brain started working. But the tension was too much for him and so he focused his gaze on my dick head again and shortly after that I felt his tongue lapping at my glans penis, and he particularly seemed to enjoy licking my piss slit as his tongue wiped through my piss slit a lot of times. He even dared to take my cock head into his mouth for a couple of seconds and started sucking me softly. Then the magic moment was gone and Dante started jacking me off slowly, but without his mouth supporting it. I knew what he was trying to do, but it was my game and he had to obey my rules, so I stopped his motions and started to button up, while grinning at him cheekily. Dante looked like a child, who got robbed of his favorite toy. I almost felt sorry for him, but this jacking off would lead to nothing. I had to keep his tension up and so I apologized to him, and told him that I had to leave for a date with my lover (a lie, since there was no solid relationship for me) and if he would like to meet me for another chat, we could meet at the church parking lot on Thursday at the same time again. His face brightened up and he promised he would make it, and as we walked back to the parking lot, we chatted about ordinary stuff, departing merrily. Dante had traveled to the church bus, and I deliberately didn’t suggest I could drop him off - wherever he was going. He didn't seem to even notice my omission. I knew, however, next time we wouldn’t end up in the church toilet as there were other places, very discrete places we could go, where we could engage in some more interesting action. Little did Dante know there was more about me than just my handsome face or the big cock in my jeans....

I had never been in with the 'cool' kids. At 5' 8", and always on the skinny side, I was to small for the football team and, if I had to be honest, I didn't find much that I had in common with the other kids at school. It didn't help that as I hit puberty the transformation of my body was less dramatic than I had expected, and for an 18 year old guy, I was left looking somewhat effeminate. I don't know if this was the reason, or it was a combination of reasons, but tonight when I arrived at a party of a school friend, things went downhill fast. The jock kids noticed my arrival and immediately the sniggers and comments began. "Hey Jordan! Why don't you bring those pretty lips over here and learn how to please a real man" yelled Craig, one of the stars of the basketball team. I turned bright red and tried to walk away, but Craig wouldn't let-up, and yelled "Hey, where do you think you're going? I've got a three day load with your name on it pussy boy. Mouth or ass, I don't care. After all you’re just a fucking faggot hole for me to dump a load in." All his friends laughed as I ran from the room. When I got outside I paused to catch my breath. As I felt the hot tears running down my cheeks, I wiped them away, and also decided to go home - I didn't want to be in the same room with those fucks again. I started the long walk back to my place as I had been given a lift by my sister and she wasn't due back for hours, so it made sense to walk back and clear my head. I was about a mile down the road before I realised just how quiet it was. I checked my watch and it was a little after midnight. As I walked along the road absorbed in my thoughts, I heard a car approaching, and, as it neared, I sensed it was slowing down, and sure enough, a pickup pulled up along side me and the driver called-out "Hey kid, what you doing walking by yourself on the road at this time of night?" As I squinted into the cab I saw an older guy, probably mid 40's with steel blue eyes and dark brown crew cut. He looked built, and I could see from the light in the cab that he had massive arms and a thick muscled chest. "I'm heading home from a party that didn't end as well as I had hoped" I replied. "Get in kid. I'll give you a lift. It ain't safe to be walking around at this hour." I looked at him hard for a second, judging whether I should get into a car with a stranger before accepting his offer. "Thanks, Mr…." I started. "Matt" he cut in. "Oh, hey, thanks Matt, I'm Jordan" I replied. "Get in kid, I don't wanna be out all night" I walked round the cab and jumped in. As we headed off down the road I gave him my address, to which he grunted an acknowledgement. I stared out the window, as he didn't seem particularly talkative. As I looked out I saw his reflection in the glass, I found myself admiring his features. He looked so muscled and strong, I found myself imagining him without his shirt on, and within seconds I was starting to get hard. I had been looking at his reflection so long that by the time I glanced out the window I realised I had no idea where we were, all the houses had been replaced by tree flashing past the window. "Where are we? Did you miss my turn off?" I asked. "We aren't going to your house boy" he replied, "we're going to my place. I saw the way you were looking at me, you and me are gonna have some fun." Fear flashed through me and I started to protest, "Look mister I don't know what you're talking about but I need to go home, just let me out here and I will find my own way back." Just as I spoke we turned off the main road and into a driveway, as the pickup drove down the long drive I saw an old house come into view. It looked like an old farm cottage and from best I could tell we were miles from anything. "Listen here, boy. You're coming inside with me. I saw the way you were looking and I know you want a piece of my cock." With that Matt jumped out the cab, walked around to my door and opened it, roughly grabbed my arm, and yanked me from the pickup and towards the house. I tried to break away from him but he had a tight grip on my arm and I was tiny in comparison to his muscled body. Holding me in front of himself, he pushed me down the walk and through the front door. Once inside, he pinned me up against the wall, and finally I could appreciate how much bigger than I was Matt. He stood about 6' 4", and he looked like he was made of 230 pounds of solid muscle. As I looked up at him with frightened eyes, he dropped his hand onto my shoulder and pushed me onto my knees. "Please, let me go! I don't know what you're doing but I just want to go home" I pleaded. "SHUT THE FUCK UP!" he barked at me. "Tonight you're gonna find out what a sissy faggot like you is made for. Open up my jeans and get my cock out, bitch." I hesitated not knowing what I should do, but apparently I hesitated too long because *SLAP* - my face stung as he hit me. "I won't tell you again, boy. Open up my jeans and get your mouth on my cock!" he ordered. Terrified of being hit again, or worse, I started to undo the buttons on his jeans. As I undid each button a pair of white briefs came into view. When I had them all undone I was faced with a wall of muscled thighs and between them an enormous engorged cock, barely contained beneath the thin white material. I watched in fascination as a small wet patch appeared at his cock head, turning the white material clear with precum. "Don't just sit there drooling boy, get that fucker out and in your mouth" he demanded. This being my first time on my knees, I gingerly peeled his briefs down, and taking his thick cock in my hand, I started to slowly suck on the head of his cock. I couldn't believe that I was actually kneeling between the legs of such a hot daddy, and with his enormous tool in my mouth. "What the fuck are you doing boy? Don't pussy about with it, suck that cock!" he roared as he grabbed the back of my head and forced me down on his eight-inch meaty cock. I gasped for air as he forced it deeper down my throat. I could feel the massive head slide down my neck and triggering my gag reflex. He heard me start to gag and barked "Harden the fuck up faggot! You're going to be doing this plenty more, so you better learn how to take it. If you puke on my cock I'll crush your pathetic little balls." I swallowed hard as I tried to stop from puking and with a lot of effort I was able to settle into a rhythm of him plowing my throat all the way down till my nose was buried in his pubes. He fucked my face for about five minutes, then suddenly he stopped and pulled out. I was so thankful. Finally I could breath properly. As I gasped on the ground it occurred to me what I must look like: my face wet with spit and precum smeared all over it, my lips red and raw from the vicious face fucking I had taken - just like a dirty cocksucker. "Time for your next lesson on how to please a real man, faggot" he barked at me, grabbing me by the waist and throwing me over his massive shoulders. He carried me into a room which, from the large wooden-framed bed in the centre of the room, I judged to be the master bedroom. He threw me down on the mattress and as I tried to comprehend what had just happened, I felt him snap a handcuff onto each of my wrists, attaching the other end to the head board. "So faggot, you like to get fucked?" he asked. "Please! No! I have never been fucked; I have never been with anyone before! Just let me go, we can forget about all this" I pleaded. "A virgin pussyboy. Well I'll be damned. This IS gonna be fun" he replied, ignoring my pleas. "How old are you boy?" he asked. "I was 18 two weeks ago, sir" I replied, hoping my age might sway him to release me. "Damn, boy. Eighteen? I'm gonna wreck you so bad no one is ever gonna believe you are 18 ever again" he laughed at me. I watched as he grabbed a knife from his side table and quickly cut off my tshirt and shorts, leaving me naked and bound on the bed. Then he stood back and admired his work, watching me squirm uncomfortably on the bed. Approaching me, he roughly grabbed both my legs and yanked them up, exposing my tight boy ass, a sharp gasp signifying his approval as he admired my virgin hole, only, to my utter surprise, to lean over to explore my hole with his tongue. I squirmed with pleasure as his stubble rubbed against my ass, and his probing tongue made me buck and writhe on the bed. I let out a loud gasp, which, when he heard, lead him to snicker "You like that don't ya faggot? I tell you there is nothing as sweet in this world as 18 year old virgin boy pussy." I could only grunt in response. He ate my hole for about ten minutes, slowly opening me up wider and wider. Then, as quickly as he had started eating me out, he dropped my legs back to the bed. I remember gazing up at his muscled frame, still reeling from the feelings he had brought to my ass. "Ok boy, time for the main event." It suddenly dawned on me what was coming next. "Please sir, can't I just suck you?" I tried one last time to reason with him. He laughed in response, "Hell no boy. I've got a four day load in these balls that's gonna be the first load of man juice to get pumped into that perfect little cunt."\ I looked up at him terrified; he was fisting his cock through the front of his jeans. I watched him reach over and grab the lube, slick up his cock and position it at my virgin hole. "WAIT! Please if you're going to fuck me, at least wear a condom!" I pleaded. "You ain't good enough for a condom, fag. You're just a hole for me to plant my babies in" he replied. And with that, I watched him line-up his massive cock with my tiny pink hole and push his engorged head against it. He pushed hard and my puffy cunt lips finally surrendered and I had his fat cock head inside my ass. Terrified by this man barebacking me I tried to struggle against the handcuffs but it was no use. He had my thighs held tight and he used them to slowly pull me backwards onto his cock. As I looked down the length of my body, my eyes wide open with shock, I could see inch after inch disappear into my hole, and, in under thirty seconds his entire eight inch cock had been eaten by my hungry hole. "Damn, you're tight fag, but that hole just ate my whole dick. You sure this is your first time?" he sneered down at me. He flexed his dick and I cried out. "ANSWER ME BOY WHEN I ASK YOU A QUESTION!" he shouted. "Yes sir, it is my first time" I whimpered. "Then I guess this cunt was just made for my fat cock to plow then, wasn't it?" I didn't reply and so received another slap across the face. "WHAT DID I JUST SAY, BOY?" he roared. "Yes sir. My cunt was made for your fat cock to plow" I sobbed. And on hearing my reply, he started to slide his massive cock in and out of my no-longer-virgin hole. Each punch of his cock deep in my guts made me moan with a mix of pleasure and pain. His bulbous cock head felt like it was raking my insides over and over, stretching my ass lips every time he pulled all the way out, only to pile drive his cock back in a few seconds later. He looked down at his cock disappearing into my hole and smirked, "Well, I guess that answers that question" he said as I watch him slide down to my ass and touch it. "You're all torn up faggot, bleeding all over my cock." I didn't know what he meant and instead of slowing down or stopping this revelation only seemed to make him fuck me harder. He leaned down close to me, his face inches from mine and his massive muscled body completely covering my own lithe figure. I watched as sweat dripped off his face and onto me as he rutted wildly in my now destroyed boy pussy. I watched his eyes change and his face went red as his cock slammed harder into my hole. I'm gonna breed you boy, I'm gonna fill you up with a big toxic daddy load. You're gonna have my babies in you, my toxic babies, and then no one is gonna want you faggot ass pussy ever again." I stared at him blankly trying to work out what he meant. Seconds later he froze and I felt his engorged cock head expand in my ruined cunt, and I could feel the jets of thick white hot cum travel up his long shaft and pump into my guts. "TAKE MY FUCKING POZ LOAD, YOU FILTHY FUCKING WHORE!" he yelled. Suddenly it made sense, the terror overwhelmed me as I realised that right at this moment his fat cock was blasting a massive load of poz cum deep into my destroyed ass. "NOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!" I screamed, but it was too late. Even as I went to try and kick him away, he was already pulling his massive cock from my gaping hole. The deed was done. "Not a bad fuck, boy" he said as he re-snapped the buttons on his jeans. "Why did you do it?" I choked out as the tears came. "Someone was gonna poz your stupid cunt sooner or later boy, and I always get what I want" he replied. I tried to roll over and cry into the mattress, I was still sobbing when a minute later I felt him shove a large object in my gaping hole. "A butt plug boy, to make sure my boys don't leak out of that slutty hole" he said. I cried harder into the mattress. "At least until our other guests arrive tonight…" he trailed off.

Moving in with Dad Todd never knew his Father when he was growing up. His Dad, Jeff, had knocked-up Todd's Mom back when the two of them were in high school and since they lived in a small, ultra church-going town, she was not going to have an abortion. Todd's mother raised him on her own until she suddenly died midway through his senior year of high school. His maternal grand parents wanted to take him in, but state law gave Jeff primary responsibility for Todd's care, so once Jeff was apprised of the situation, he gladly took Todd in to live with him in a town in the adjoining county. The first few days for Todd in his Father's were, quite naturally, somewhat awkward, but the two found a comfortable routine. Todd was particularly pleased when he realized his Father was far less controlling than his Mother had been, so Todd found himself enjoying a sense of freedom which he never experienced with his Mother, especially when Jeff guided Todd through the process of getting a driver's license and in providing a car which Todd could use to drive to and from school, as well use as around town. Todd even felt the freedom to explore more of himself. From an early age Todd had sensed he was gay, but given the ultra-conservative character of his Mother's family and the town in which he and she had lived, he suppressed any exploration of his sexuality. Living with his Father, on the other hand, was a different story, and Todd quickly found a himself a friend at school, David, with whom he could let his guard down and be himself. Quickly David and Todd were spending a fair amount of time together, and, given Jeff was often out on weekend evenings, Todd was able to host. The first night they hung out Todd received and gave his first blow job, in the process swallowing David's load, which was Todd's first experience in tasting cum. The following week David got Todd to fuck him, and as David never used condoms, the fuck session was bareback. Naturally David bred Todd's hole, maintaining condoms ruined a good sexual experience for both the top and bottom. On Todd's 18th birthday came around, Jeff took him out for a nice dinner, and the following Friday night, when Jeff was on the road, David introduced Todd to a strange glass pipe, showing Todd how to take a hit off of it. Now, Todd had never explored any recreational substances, but having enjoyed everything David had suggested they explore up to date, it wasn't a stretch to get him to try smoking a bowl or two. That night, however, somewhat unexpected, Jeff came home early, entering the house quietly to avoid awakening his son. Moving soundlessly down the hallway, Jeff passed Todd's door, which was slightly ajar, the glow of a television providing the only light in the vicinity. However, before Jeff had completely passed the doorway, he registered a slight hint of movement which arrested Jeff, compelling him to pause to understand what he was seeing. Then, through the gap between the door and the door frame, Jeff registered Todd was 'entertaining' David, and that David on Todd's bed, on all fours, and that Todd was behind him and that both boys were naked. Standing discretely in the shadows, Jeff smiled and thought to himself, "Like father, like son," and, this same reaction extended to seeing Todd light up and heat the bowl. At this exact moment, David chanced to glance back at Todd, and in so doing, caught a glimpse of Jeff. The two briefly locked eyes, and then Jeff discretely and quietly moved down the hall, heading for his own bedroom. David, however, was not as sang froid as Jeff, and slid off of Todd's cock saying "Todd, your Dad just walked down the hallway and saw us!" "You sure?" Todd asked, even as David dressed. "Yeah, absolutely. Sorry, guy, but I'm out of here. We'll talk later." After David left Todd thew on some mesh basketball shorts and, taking a deep breath, walked down the hallway to see his father, whose bedroom door was slightly ajar, and a light was burning. Before Todd could knock his father called out in an even voice, "Come on in, Todd." Not knowing what to expect, Todd complied, finding his Father in the bathroom doing something with the water running. "Todd, make yourself comfortable, I'll be right out," Jeff called. A few seconds later Jeff walked into the bedroom, shocking Todd in the process: Jeff was butt ass naked. Todd was not so shocked, however, not to think 'Man, Dad has a great body, and I guess I have Dad's cock'. In fact, Todd couldn't help but stare at his Father. Although 35 Jeff's body was quite muscular, and his cock was a full eight inches, even soft. Moving his line of sight up to his Father's face, Todd relaxed somewhat. Clearly his Father wasn't outraged or distraught, in fact he looked quite cool. 'He's probably going to give me a safe sex talk', Todd thought. What he didn't expect was Jeff's opening question "So, how do you like fucking David?" Although a bit startled at the opening question, Todd had presence of mind to answer honestly "It's great, Dad, I love fucking David." "And what about the pipe?" Todd wasn't on uncertain ground how to best answer, but Jeff made it easy when he set the stage saying "I sure like smoking sand glass pipe. Don't you?" The Jeff really blew Todd away when he asked "Todd, would you like to get high with me? The stuff I have will blow you away." Todd didn't have to actually answer his Father. Rather Jeff approached with a rubber strap, a syringe loaded with some liquid, and an alcohol wipe. Jeff put the rubber strap on Todd's left bicep, and then used the alcohol wipe to wipe-down Todd's inner elbow, and then, still not having said a word, Jeff took the syringe in hand, pulling the cap off with his teeth, then sinking the needle in a fat vein in Todd's inner elbow, withdrew the plunger, drawing forth a drop of blood before emptying the content of the syringe into Todd. Just before Jeff removed the rubber strap was "Todd you'll probably feel a surge of warmth, followed by a chemical taste in the back of your throat and then you'll probably cough a couple times, then you'll feel your heart race and your breath will also increase. Just ride the rush, relax and enjoy the experience."

I had the most incredible sex last weekend. If it hadn't happened to me, I wouldn't have believed it. I was about to leave work last Friday and decided to check online to see if there was anything worth fucking. I checked the local chat room and found several prospects, one of whom caught my eye. He was my type: mid-40s; 6'3"; 225; ex-football player; hairy chest and butt; 7 inches. He wanted to play and get fucked before his wife and son got home. Only thing was—he didn't have a pic. That usually constitutes an automatic "No No." But I was I was feeling extra horny and decided to swing by. Was I in for a surprise! Contrary to my expectations, he was much better-looking than he'd described—a brick shithouse with a muscular build, furry chest, mustache, and a day's worth of facial growth—a hot looking Daddy to be sure! He answered the door dressed only in shorts and ready to play, escorted me to the couch, got me a beer, and almost tore off my clothes! While he went down on me, I flicked his Nips, and felt my way down to his Shaft—not as long as mine but definitely a Keeper. I reached behind to his hairy Ass. His furry Butt seemed to tremble as I explored his Anus. I lubed a couple of fingers with spit and pushed in to see how receptive he'd be to fucking. The Dude seemed hungry enough. I sunk my fingers in to the knuckle. When he came up for air, I raised his cumly legs to my shoulders, and spit on his Mancunt to make it more hospitable. Just as I was about to take the plunge, he suggested I wear a Condom. Now what's the sense of that? I told him to try and take my Cock first since he hadn't been fucked in ages. I slowly let my bare Cock slide up his Ass, and—Boy—did he wiggle and squirm! I started off slowly to let him get adjusted and hungrier for more. Works every time. Get 'em used to you before you start bruisin' and abusin'. Once he was primed, I went in for the Kill—pounded his Hole like he there was no tomorrow. He loved submitting to a guy bigger than he. You could tell he had been yearning to let his Bottom Side hang out. The closer I got, the more impudent my thrusts, till I blew my Charged Load. The idea of breeding this married Dude on own couch sent me over the edge. He felt me spasm and clenched up to stop me. That never works. He asked me if I'd Cum? "Yes," I nodded. He seemed OK with that, no doubt ASSuming I was NEG. I wrapped my lips around his Rod; and seconds later his hot, creamy Load slid down my throat. We settled back onto the couch with our beers, and he said his son would soon be home. As I dressed, he remarked, crestfallen, that he'd hoped I'd stick around. "Won't that be awkward for your Boy?" "No. I'd like to see you fuck him" I was floored, but the suggestion got me rock hard. In walked the Kid in shorts and tee, sweaty from the gym. At 21, he was drop-dead gorgeous—6', 200, chiseled face and bod, dark hair, and slight body hair. You could tell he shaved more than his face or he'd have been a Man's Man like his Dad. Dad introduced us and called him over. I tried to zip up, but Dad positioned Junior over my Crotch and told him suck my Meat. A little shy at first, he did as he was told. Daddy helped peel off his sweaty underwear. Nice Cock on Junior, too—longer than his Dad's—but not as thick. His Ass was a perfect Bubble Butt, and you could tell one place he didn't shave—thick and furry—like his Old Man. After he'd scarfed Dad's Ass Juices off my Cock (little did he suspect where It'd been a few moments before), Dad turned his progeny around, confronting me with the sweetest "Virgin" Rosebud (any Pussy that is NEG is "Virgin" to me). I'd plied his Mancunt same as I'd done his Dad, but figured I didn't have to beat around the bush, so I went in for the Kill. The Kid was a bit taken aback when I plowed my diseased Shaft up his Ass in one abrading thrust, but Dad had obviously tutored the Boy well and reassured him it was okay. "Just let the Nice Man fuck you, P.J," was his phraseology. I wasn't gonna last long with the Kid, so when I was ready to shoot I gave his Dad a wink and released my POZ Jizm deep inside P.J's NEG Gut. Likewise Daddy shot what may have been the last NEG Load of his Queer Career down Junior's throat. After we finished, we let the Youth sit down, and I went down on him as Daddy jerked him into my waiting mouth. As I dressed I told them what a hot time I'd had and how I'd like to do it again someday soon. Daddy walked me to the door as P.J. sat there fucked and filled and smiling from ear to ear. I gave him my number, and he told me he'd call me the next time wifey was out of town. Glancing at Junior, I replied I'd really like that. What I really meant was, how incredibly hot it would be to POZ both Dad and Son and, indirectly, Mommy, too!

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Last weekend I woke up craving loads in my ass so I posted an ad on Craigslist calling for anonymous loads at the local park in the baseball dugout. A bunch of guys responded, each saying he would breed my hole. I arrived at the dugout and set up at the end of it...ass up, hole lubed and ready to take some loads in my cunt. The first guy flashed a bright flashlight. I thought it was the police. Scared as I was, I just arched my ass up even higher and lowered my head hoping it was just a horny guy looking to drop a load. Thank god I was right. He walked up and fingered my ass while he was jerking to get hard. I bit my lip once he entered me and began pounding. The smacking noises we made as he pounded me made me cum. He dropped his load in my ass and then immediately took off. The next guy I believed to be homeless. He smelled of alcohol and piss. I could hear him set down a bottle of alcohol on the concrete bench. He was mumbling and he was nervous...constantly getting up to look around and make sure nobody was coming. He started by gently rubbing my balls and then fingering my ass. After awhile he pushed his huge cock inside my hole and steadied himself over me while pushing down on my back. Once he was set he began to ram my hole furiously like he was angry. He continued to mumble angrily with each thrust which made me bite my lip. His strokes slowed down but got deeper as he drained his nuts inside my ass. I thought he would get up and leave but he didn't, he stayed inside of me for what seemed like 10 minutes. I was worried as he was still mumbling but then I felt it. He began pissing inside of my hole. It was exhilarating. Feeling all that warmth spill deep into my ass. After he was done he picked up his bottle and took off. The next two guys had to be friends. I couldn't tell because they both spoke Spanish. No foreplay with these guys. They were both hard and each was ready to drop his load. The light from their phones let me know each was recording the session while his buddy dropped his load in my ass. After these two guys my hole was completely flooded and cum was dripping out of me. There was no way I could contain all of it but I didn't want to waste any. Still, I emailed the next guy saying he should come around, and also letting him know how many loads I took. He said he was fine with a sloppy ass. And it was definitely not a problem as, when the next guy arrived, he began by felching all the cum and piss out of my ass. Afterwards my hole was aching for him, but before he mounted me he said "Batters up!" and began pounding away, getting quite aggressive and verbal. At one point he grabbed my neck with both hands and grunted "How you like that fag?" . "I love it, Daddy," I whimpered. "You want this hot cum in your ass?" "Yes please!" He then grunted as if he was pulling a boulder while cumming deep inside me. He then slapped my ass until it was red and took off. The last four loads were just guys dropping more loads into my ass. After taking nine loads my body was wrecked, my knees hurt, my hips hurt, my back hurt and my hole was swollen and puffy and full of cum. I couldn't help fingering myself and rubbing the cum all over my cock and masturbating with it until I came. I made it back home and found some emails from the guys who had fucked me, suggesting we should get together again sometime. Can't wait

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PART III Suddenly, I felt something warm touching my back parts, which turned out to be his fingers. He slowly gazed his warm, thick fingers on my ass, and rested his thumb on the entrance of my pink boyhole. He then made a few adjustments, and another, warmer and larger, object replaces his thumb. He jerked it off a few times, and spat on it. As his saliva slowly dripped from his manhood to my boyhole, I felt a sensation of absolute pleasure for what was about to come. He then rushed his manhood inside of me, entering my hole without the shadow of a doubt. At that moment, I felt a sharp sense of pain echoing inside my body. I could feel all his inches being pressed inside of me bare, and my stiffened penis rubbing on the surface of the wooden table. As my penis continued to rub the wood, it felt as if it was bleeding, as the wood was jointed and quite uncomfortable. After a few more minutes, my body relaxed as it got used to the thrusting manhood. As I was busied with though of pleasure and lust, my assaulter started to moan harder, echoing the ending of this rather short adventure. I though to myself, was this all? Was I put through so much for five minutes on this table? I relaxed my muscles and waited for min to finish, which he did sans charisma, it was as if my boyhole was a flashlight for him, just short-time use. Afterwards, I was put on a darker mask, which did not allow me to see anything, and untied from the table. As far as my mental map goes, he guided me outside the flat, as I heard him open the door I was ordered to close, and carried me to levels down into a colder place. As I had the mask, I could, of course, not see my surroundings, but the place felt very hollow. He put me down, and we walked together for a few minutes before he stopped me. Then, I heard him unlock a door, and led me inside of it. As I entered the room, he stopped me, and asked me to remove my mask. The second I removed it, I was pushed from my back to the ground. My boyhole sore, my penis fragile and my back in pain after the push, my eyes adjusted to the dark room. The door was already closed and locked, leaving me wondering how the man looked like. As I was made aware of my surroundings in the seconds that followed, It came as shock to me how alike it was to a prison cell: the doors made of cut stone, probably enforced with steel, the steel door, with a opening which reminded me of the traditional post-openings the doors used to have before in time, a mattress quite like the one I had in the caravan, a low sink, and a toilet, both being very dirty and seemed unsanitary. The smells, however, were less unpleasant. It smelled fresh, and not urine, as one would expect from a room, or rather a cell, like this. The only light came from an opening on the wall parallel to the door, it was, however, not sunshine, but rather artificial lighting barred from me with iron bars. As I stood up, I saw how compact the place was, with the mattress and the sink and the toilet being a meter apart form each other. I looked down at my penis, and saw how red it had turned. I walked to the sink, and put some cold water on my penis, hoping it would not be a problem for the man who had just put me in the room. I knew that a boy with a red penis was not a nice sight. A dude I once met at a bar told me that the only red part my body should have is my ass, as it shows that it was been properly bitten and spanked. I laid on the mattress after rinsing my penis, having no interest to rinse my ass in cold water too. I was, after all, under his ownership, so having his cum up my boyhole would only be regarded as a normal thing. - I must have dozed off. The cell was still chilly, but it was not uncomfortable. I stretched while lying on the mattress, and quickly saw a letter in front of the door. It must have been slipped from the post-opening (which was only openable from the other side). I headed to the letter, and read its contents: “Boy, You have done as instructed, and in return, you have been awarded with a clean shot of seed in your hole. You must rest well and cleanse yourself off your identity, as you are no longer a person, but a mere object of experimentation and pleasure. Do not be scared, we will take good care of you here, but dont forget, you will not have the freedoms you once had, like going out or owning anything of your own. You will be fed with the food given to you through the hole on your door, the water from the sink is drinkable. You will not have the amenities to shave or shower, so make the best out of your sink. But dont worry, we dont like our boys hairy, so we will send a dude to manscape you once you pass the test. Your test is coming up tomorrow. Dont worry, it wont hurt a bit!” Most of the letter was already known to me. I knew I was to be excluded from society, and that I would no longer have an identity. That is why I quit school and destroyed my electronics, as no one would be able to track me. I was, however, not expecting a test, which seems to be an important one I must pass. Thinking about it, perhaps it is a simple, “how long can you last” test to see if I have been touching myself, or a regular fuck test, where a few guys fuck me, and of they are satisfied, they take me as their pet or slave. Thinking of all those things got me hard, for the second time since I have been here, and the need was beyond handling. So, I decided that I after all, I should be able to pleasure myself, as no one put a chastity belt on me. I went to the mattress, and with my nails, I managed to rip a hole on one of its sides, I slowly and carefully enlarged the hole, and spat on my penis. Then, I inserted my penis inside the hole, and started to thrust. The mattress being cheap, my penis managed to slip right in, stimulating my whole body into climax. To be fair, how much can a boy last anyway? I am not made to dominate, so why would I care how long I can trust? It took me less than 20 seconds to spread my jizz inside the hole. — It has been a week into my stay here, and ever since I came, I had the same schedule: I wake up with morning bread, smear my jizz inside the whole on the mattress, eat the food sided through the port at the door, wash myself and sleep again. For a whole week. Then, at the end of my seventh day, as I was laying in my bed, ready to catch some Zzz-s, I heared the door being hatched open. A man entered the room, he was very short, a bit stocky, and nude. On one of his hands, he held an empty syringe. He told me to stand up, and give him my right arm. Knowing that he would collect my blood with or without my concent, I descided to question him first. "What are you going to do with my blood?", I asked him, realising that I havent spoken to a real person for a whole week. He stopped for a moment, and repeated his request for me to lift my right arm, but as I hesitated my move, he backed off, left the room, and locked it after himself. After a few minutes of waiting, as I had expected, the room was unhatched again, only to reveal another man. He was, too, naked, this time skinnier, unhealthily skinny, and with a few scars on his body. He did not have a syringe on his hand, and the previous short guy was nowhere to be seen. He closed the door behind him, and asked me to sit down on the mattress, already finding his place on it. I did as he instructed, and sat next to him, looking into his dim eyes to get an answer. - I know you are confused, so let me try to make things very clear. You did everything well, you complied with all the instructions given to you, and were in return given a spot here. Here, as you may or may not know, we are the servents of the master. All of us have different roles here, some cook, wash or clean, others serve the master on more intimate levels. All of us, however are occationally requested by master's friends to pleasure them in the way they may wish to be pleasures. Our lifespan here is short, when we fill 20, we are sent off to live our own lives, freed from master and this place. I have heared that some of those who leave even get a gefty check until they can find a reliable job. - I know all that, I implied, but what am I doing here, and not joining the others? After a short pause of intense eye-contact, he continued, - Master has his own way of owning us, the slaves. You have been breed by him, have you not? Remembering the first time I came here, I nodded. - Good, Master infects every one who enters, and when you get the bug in your system, you are free and able to be his slave. We have this room so that newcomers like you will wait until the bug gets into their system. I was utterly shocked to hear that I, in fact, had been infected with one of the deadliest viruses which have ever come upon the face of mankind. Not being able to hide my expression of shock and lust of knowing that I was now a part of Master, I was quicky pulled back to reality. - Remember, dear, some people are unfortunate enough to resist the preliminary conversion. Those are banished from these grounds, sans a check or support of any kind. Now, the boy who came here will again visit you, and please do comply. Before I was able to respond, the door was again opened, and the same boy came inside. He looked older with his facial hair and body mass. The skinny guy legt the room, as I lifted my right arm for the blood test, hoping so very much to join the pack of slaves, and to serve Master to best of my abilities. - It taked a few moments for the blood to be tested, his croocked voice said. - What is I am not converted, I asked, whiching it was not the case. - I dont know what happens to them, he said, leaving the cell, closing the door being him, and locking it. As the echo of the closing door vanished, I started to wait in anticipation and utter anxiety. What if the semen had dripped off of me, reducing my chances of getting infected? What is I am negative? Where will I go? Should I insist upon another charge, or imply that the bug has not reached my blood stream yet? Having busied myself with such thoughts, I was shocked to see the door already open, with two muscular guys in blindfold moving into the cell. As I tryed to understand what was going on, one of them grabbed me by the throat and started to choke me, the other hitting my stomack until I puked. As I puked, I was let down, collapsing to the ground. Those are the last things I can remember.

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So I was bored the other night and had taken an extra day off due to payroll being low. This gave me the opportunity to actually play longer than I usually do (I always like a full day to recover). I got off work, came home, had a drink and started cruising the websites which I frequent and came across a profile I had not seen before: a hot guy who's ethnicity I could not nail down but his profile stated "anything goes" which was a dead giveaway for poz and piggy. I sent him an IM with a hello and my number...and waited...no response. So I cruised some more, about an hour or so when his reply came back on my phone. "Hi Sexy, can you unlock?" I immediately did and waited. His reply came back: "do you party?" I answered back that I had once before and it was great, just haven't met the right men or had the opportunity since then. He replied back "Do you want to now?" I knew i had no real commitments for the next 36 hours and...WTH..why not? I texted back "Call me". He called within 5 and we chatted for a bit about what we like and what we might do. "Do you want to come over?" he asked. "Sure, I can be there in 20." I said, though he told me to make it 30 so he had the time to prepare. I cleaned up and got out the door, went downtown and got to his address. He met me at the door, not really looking as good as his pic (who does?) but a scruffier, piggier version of a Russian soldier. We did the usual introductions and I went inside, up to the apt and met his roommate, then into the bedroom. It was simple and luxurious, with a huge wall-mounted TV playing porn and a large laptop on a shelf by the bed. A pipe and bag were on the dresser. I asked him "do you like what you see?" and he replied 'I'll like it better naked." We both stripped and got on the bed. He loaded up the pipe and we both took a hit, swapping the vapor back and forth in sensual kisses. We caressed each other and swapped for about 10minutes when it started to kick in...WOW... "I really have only done this once before" I said "so give me any pointers you have." "I have a tiny bit of G leftover, you want that? I can mix it with the gatorade." "Sure" I said, knowing this would just make me more piggy. He mixed it up, I drank it and laid back. We played with each other for awhile, sucked dick and did another hit when it all kicked in. Suddenly all I wanted was to eat his ass. he turned over and I dove my tongue into his ass. It tasted great and...I could taste some cum in it. "Did you get fucked earlier?" "Only one load from a fuckbud, we were partying earlier." So he was a real pig, excellent. We smoked more, becoming more and more passionate as the hour went by. We both get off on kissing, eating ass and playing with our dicks with their semi-hard state. I was laying on top of him, nuzzling and licking his ear and playing with his dick behind me when he suddenly whispered "oh man' gonna cum.." I immediately went deep throat on his dick and sucked every last spurt, holding it in my mouth. i leaned up over him and he immediately opened up as I drooled all his cum down into his mouth. We passionately kissed, swapping his cum back and forth between us. now I was ready to cum, so we switched positions and within minutes I had my cum drooled into my mouth. All i wanted was to eat ass again, so after a break and more smoke I started out on that hole. Looking over his upraised ass as I ate it, caressing his back and asscheeks, that's when I saw it: the point sitting on the dresser. The guy really WAS a pig. Part 2 coming soon....

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I have been missing my Daddy lately( he moved away)I gave him 100% of the choice of who used my holes. If he told me to take a load up my ass, swallow some cock or piss, or lend me to other men for them to use as they please then I did it happily. He was not my master. Only the decider of who he wanted to use me. Over the course of three great years I happily took any cock he wanted me to. Poz, homeless, meth heads. He sold my holes for cheap to ugly men, placed me against a gloryhole and told me to take cock until he came back hours later. In alleys, truckstops, bathhouses, anywhere he saw the opportunity to get cock inside my body he took it. He gave my holes to multiple high viral tops( I am still neg) to use however they wanted. He had me fisted, double penetrated, filled with huge toys to keep the loads in me. Tied me to hotel beds and blindfolded me leaving me there for days with a near constant stream of completely unknown cock. The point is, I need a new decider. Im tired of picking my tops. You can set up a poz gang bang and tell me I'm getting pozzed or you can lie and say they are neg, I don't care. I do not need to know stats or see pics of the guys that you want to use me as I will not turn them away. No load refused but I want you to pick those loads. Want to film me getting a train run on me by homeless men, Im down. Wanna tie me to a sling and let anyone walk in and use me, awesome. Want to invite a group of dirty poz fuckers and fisters to live stream online, cool. I will take them all and thank them for their loads. My limits are blood, pain, and shit. Anything else that involves me being used as a cumdump is fair game. Please contact me with a couple examples of the dirtiest, sluttiest, most perverted way you would whore my holes out to see if we could be a match. kik contact: cumdumpcub I would be happy to serve a daddy remotely or local to Colorado. For remote located Daddies I will film myself being used by your picks, and you will be provided a copy to distribute as you see fit.

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Was at bar last night, and noticed lots of new guys in town for holiday. One lean man, long biker beard and about 50, caught my eye early. We ended up at my place. He was aggressive, called me slut/whore, and made me do whatever he wanted. His cock was in my mouth when he asked me if I was enjoying his poz cock. I had no idea until he told me. He didn't wait for me to nod- he kept throat fucking me. Before he came, he pulled out, and lay me on bed so he could lick my ass. Tonguing my hole got me really going, and I started to beg him to fuck me. He climbs on top and just slides his 8" cock in me all at once. I moan as the angle was a bit rough on my hole. He put his hand over my mouth and keeps fucking me, telling me he's gonna knock me up and make me his whore. After about 4 minutes he dumps his load hard into my ass, and I cum from the idea of his seed charging me up. He stayed in me for 30 minutes, with him rubbing my sides and belly, telling me what a good whore I was, and to just relax and let his seed do its job. I did. He fucked me three more times over night, each fuck ending in me taking his load.

Drove over to the grocery store this morning for some last minute Thanksgiving items. While walking through the parking lot going back to my car I saw a sexy 30 something homeless guy hanging out by side of the building. We made eye contact. He smiled. I got in the car, lit a cig and started driving towards him. I slowed down as I approached. He motioned indicating he wanted a cigarette. I stopped and gave him one. He turned away, then turned back and asked if I wanted any favor for the smoke. I asked what he had in mind. He said he couldn't pay me but he could suck me. I told him to get in. I drove around to the back of the store, parked and pulled my cock out. That sexy homeless fucker sucked the cum out of me like a hungry whore. I gave him $20 and told him dinner was on me since he's already had dessert. Now it's 3 hours later and I'm wishing I had brought him home to fuck all day long.

old bull and young bull were standing on a hill looking down over a valley full of young heifers. The young bull sees them and shouts: "lets run down there and breed a heifer". the old bull simply replies: "lets WALK down there and breed them all." Do not get me wrong, I enjoy any cock I can find. But, in a life-time of slutting around, I have learned that skill and attitude are more important than age, looks, size, smell or any other combo of attributes. In my view, it is the attitude of the older guys that helps them be the best fuckers.

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I really wish the story would continue. I'm sure the author is busy but it's like torment waiting to find out what happens next and what ultimately happens to Dalton. Since he is a neighbor I get the feeling he will be sold to the dealer or someone. Fun fantasy story for sure.

Never been forced. I get into the sling willingly. It's the quickest way to get your ass filled with anon cock and cum. Once everyone in the club sees a load taking slut getting used in the sling the line starts forming and the real fun beings. My record is taking 12 cocks and loads up my ass in a sling but would love to find myself in Rawcubcolorado's place and take so many that I gave up counting and just enjoyed guys mercilessly using my cum sloppy ass . . .

I have been in that dream. Spun out my mind. Handcuffed to a sling and blindfolded on pride weekend ? After 20 i lost count. The cum was leaking out almost as fast as it was going in.

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Justin and I were really looking forward to Mardi Gras. I hadn't been to one before and he couldn't wait to show me around. Mardi Gras parades and festivals go on for weeks. Some of the parades are in the suburbs and, while we didn't go to those, the party atmosphere really kicked up on campus. There was not a day I wasn't drinking the last week in February. Every night after I got drunk, I'd climb on Justin's condomless cock and ride it until he came inside me. I love the feeling of a man cumming in my ass. Justin had gotten over the fact that we were no longer using condoms. He was enjoying it as much as I was now. He started getting a little rougher and verbal. He'd make me beg or ask for his load. Then he'd tell me how hot it was that I begged for it when we would cuddle afterward. It became our thing. I loved doing it, especially when I was looking at him on my back or riding him. His face was so great when he came. Justin and I went to our first parade the Thursday before Fat Tuesday. We stood on St. Charles Avenue and got really drunk with his brother and roommates. We ran into a bunch of gay guys from Loyola University (right next to Tulane). Justin and I made fast friends with them because they had vodka based cocktails in gallon milk jugs in their cooler. They invited us to go to a party after the parade. We said yes. After the parade was over, we left Justin's roommates and went with the Loyola gays. We showed up at this old house that had been converted into apartments near both our campuses. The 2nd floor unit was the party space. It was pretty big with 3 bedrooms, a big living room, dining room and kitchen. There were also porches in the back and the front. It was nice, but it was a student apartment so it was also disheveled and run down. The roommates were all other gays who lived in New Orleans - two students and one graduate. The liquor was flowing and the group of boys was growing. Soon there were about 40 people at the party so it was hot and we were getting sweaty. Guys started hooking up. Some left and others stayed around to make out and drink more. Justin and I were in the later group. At one point Justin and I started making out with another couple. It was hot. Justin grabbed the back of my hips and bent me over to make out with the other guys. It was clear who the tops and bottoms were in our foursome. I could feel Justin's cock hard in his shorts pressing on my ass. I had worn a jockstrap that day and both our shorts were thin enough so that it felt like his cock was resting in my crack. The other bottom and I stopped making out and returned to our respective men. I kissed Justin and pulled him into a bedroom and the other couple came with. I pushed Justin against the wall and dropped to my knees to suck his cock just as the other bottom closed the bedroom door. I sucked Justin's cock and got it very wet. The other bottom must've been pre-lubed because the other top had a condom on and was plowing his already. I could hear the moans. I stood up and kissed Justin and told him to fuck me as I unbuttoned my shorts and let them fall on the floor. He grabbed me. I stepped out of the shorts and he pushed me against the wall. Justin lined up his cock and pressed into my ass. I moaned and winced a bit. Justin and I usually used lube, but spit would have to do. Justin fucked me hard and fast. I could hear the other bottom moaning and his top grunting. The other top said he was about to cum. I looked in the mirror and saw him pull out, rip off the condom and cum in the bottom's mouth. I saw Justin watching too. He said he was about to cum. I said, "Give it to me baby. Cum in my ass." Justin came inside me. He turned me around dropped to his knees and sucked me off until he came. We all left the room together. The other bottom said, "Did you guys use a condom?" I said, "No, he's my boyfriend and we are both tested and are negative." He said, "I've never done it bareback. I haven't been with a guy I trust enough yet. One mistake and you could be poz." I slid my hand into Justin's and said, "I trust Justin." Justin smiled and we kissed. We left the party about a half hour later. Friday, Saturday, Sunday, and Monday were all insane days. Justin's roommates grabbed a shopping cart, we filled it with booze and took it almost all the way downtown to watch the parades and get drunk. Justin and I went out every night after the parades to dance at Oz and Pub. We'd dance shirtless and make out on the dance floor. Tuesday was nuts. We woke up early to watch the Zulu parade, of which we caught the end. We crossed Canal Street to the FQ side and hung out there with friends who had an apartment a few blocks into the Quarter. I learned quickly that Bathroom access is the key to enjoying Mardi Gras. Justin and I bought frozen daiquiris. We watched the last parade and then went to watch the Gay Mardi Gras festivities on St. Ann. There was a costume show of some kind and Justin and I were really drunk. We had such a great time. The bars were overflowing with gay guys. So many sexy guys. So much skin. I took off my shirt. Justin took his off. I was so drunk that I tried to give him head on the balcony of one of the bars. He stopped me and we kissed and laughed. I whispered that we should go somewhere and fuck. Justin smiled at me. He took my hand and said, "I think I know a place." Justin and I went into another bar that was much darker. It was really crowded. The crowd was lively and we ran into the couple that we met at the party. The bottom said his boyfriend had just fucked him in the bathroom. Justin said, "That's what I had in mind." We went to the bathroom and finally got into a stall. Justin had grabbed a couple of lube packets from a bowl next to a bowl of condoms. I pushed my shorts and underwear down. Justin lubed his cock and slid his cock right inside me. We had fucked twice the night before and once that morning already. I was pretty used to his cock so it slid all the way inside me. I groaned loudly. Justin leaned over me and said we had to be quiet. I couldn't help it though. I was so horny and his cock felt so good hitting my prostate over and over again that I was moaning loudly. Justin said, "Be quiet Zach." That's when one of the other guys in the bathroom said, "Be loud. It's hot. Let him moan." Another guy said, "Yeah Zach, moan for us." Justin didn't say anything else. He just kept fucking me for a few more minutes and he reached around with a lubed hand to jerk me off too. My hands were pressed against the wall as he rode my ass. He was bringing me close. I said, "I'm close." Justin said, "Me too. Do you want my cum?" I said, "Fuck yes. Cum in my ass. I want it." He came in me. I came on the floor. We almost collapsed. It was so hot. We put our clothes on and opened the stall door. Guys were smiling at us. A couple clapped and cheered. I was embarrassed. I looked at Justin. His face was so red. I noticed that one of the guys smiling at me was the other top from the party. He said, "Hey guys. We have drinks for you at the bar." We found the bar and relaxed and chilled with the guys for about an hour. But, Justin was not in his same mood. We went home. We kissed and fucked again that night. Justin fucked me harder than he ever had before. He was really jamming his cock inside me. It hurt, but it was a good hurt and I knew he wouldn't intentionally hurt me. He asked if I wanted his load. I begged him for it. He said, "Here it comes, slut!" and he came in my ass. The next morning, Justin was sheepish about the day before. I asked him what was wrong and he said "nothing." We went about our livers over the next couple of weeks. We kept fucking every night. But, something was wrong. I could tell. I finally got Justin to admit that he was weirded out by the sex in the bathroom. He said that he didn't understand why I wanted those guys to hear us and why I was so loud. I told him that him fucking me felt good and, as we both knew, sometimes I can get loud. Besides, I told him that he was the one that told me to beg him for his cum. I asked how I was supposed to do that quietly in a men's bathroom. The conversation didn't help much, but at least I knew what was going on with him. A few weeks later, just before Jazz Fest, Justin and I went out to Oz. We saw our friends and danced a lot. A couple of the guys, including the top from the Mardi Gras party, were going to the bathhouse. The other Mardi Gras party top's name is Seth. Seth pressed us to go with them. I wanted to go. I told Justin that it would be fun. On the walk there, Seth got me to admit that I'd gone to a bathhouse previously. That was something Justin didn't know. I was drunk and chatting so I didn't know Justin was pissed off. We went inside the bathhpuse. Justin and I got naked pretty quickly and we found a room to fuck in. Justin fucked me fast and came quickly. Justin asked me to beg for his load again. I did. I looked over and saw Seth watching us a bit. Justin and I kissed and I suggested we go get in the hot tub. Justin and I got in the hot tub. I cuddled up next to him and he slipped away from me. He said it's too hot. I said, "Let's just stay here a bit." Seth and a couple of the guys joined us. I was still drunk and chatty, so I gave Justin his space and talked to the guys. Seth was flirty and soon was next to me with his hand on my leg. I removed the hand, but Justin saw it and was pissed off. He left and I followed. We went to locker area and Justin said, "You stay out with your friends. I'm tired and pissed off and I want to go home." I told him I would go with him and Justin turned to me and said, "I need to be alone. I'm really uncomfortable seeing how slutty you are. And I guess I have been for awhile. I can't believe you never told me that you've been to a bathhouse before tonight." I grabbed Justin's hand and said that I loved him very much. I told him I would leave with him if he would wait for me to get dressed. He handed me the locker key and said, "We can talk tomorrow Zach. I love you but I need to be alone." Justin left. The other Mardi Gras party bottom had come in the locker area and saw the fight. He came over to me and comforted me. He said, "I brought some nice guys. Let's go sit in the hot tub and chat. No need to leave yet." I don't know why I went back to the hot tub, but I did. It was only a few minutes before everyone in our group knew that Justin and I had an argument. Bottom boy and I were chatting and I was trying not to look around at all the sexy guys. It was hard to not look though since some of the guys were really sexy and others had already left us to hook up together or with other guys the saw in the bathhouse. Bottom boy started making out with the guy on the other side of him. Then I felt an arm around my shoulders and it was Seth. He said that he was sorry if he caused any of the argument. I told him it was more about what had happened in the bathroom of the other bar. Seth told me how hot he thought that was and that Justin was lucky to have me. Bottom boy and his make out partner left me with Seth. It wasn't long before Seth's comforting touch included his hand on my leg. I didn't move his hand. I felt so alone after Justin left that I just needed someone. I was hoping that Seth's touch was still just friendly. I needed to talk to someone; be with someone. Seth told me how attractive I was and that he liked me. He pinched my nipple lightly. We laughed. I relaxed some. We kept brushing against each other. Eventually his hand slid up my inner thigh and brushed my balls lightly before slipping about a half inch away. My cock got hard. Seth leaned in and kissed me. I let him. I opened my mouth and let his tongue inside. After a few minutes we were stroking each other's hard cocks. Seth and I left the hot tub and went to find a quiet place. We found a corner and he told me that he liked my sexy ass. He squeezed it and said he'd like to fuck me. We kissed a lot. I got on my knees and sucked his hot cock. He leaned against the wall and I sucked him for about 10 minutes. He stood me up and turned me around. He got on his knees, spread my cheeks and ate my ass. He got me really wet and he fingered me while he ate my ass. He was really good at using his tongue to widen my hole. I was already kinda loose from Justin fucking me regularly, but Seth was relaxing me more. Eventually Seth stood up and put his cock at my hole. I instinctively pushed back and his 8" fat cock slipped inside me. I grunted. He spit on his cock and pushed in more. Justin's cum helped lube him as his cock filled me up. I needed this fuck. It felt good and reassuring after the argument with Justin. Someone wanted me even if Justin didn't. I moaned and stroked my cock as Seth fucked me. He was slow at first, letting me get used to his cock. Once he had a rhythm going and had picked up speed, he said, "Do you like my cock in you?" I told him that I did. He asked me to tell him how much I liked it and he took his cock out until just the top was inside me. I begged him to keep fucking me. He told me what a sweet ass I had. Seth had me saying a lot of things as he fucked me. I felt him get a bit faster. I kept telling him how good his cock felt. Then he said, "I'm going to cum. Do you want my load?" Out of habit I said, "Fuck yes! Cum in my ass." And he did. I felt Seth's load shoot volley after volley of cum inside me. I shot on the wall. Seth slipped out of my ass. I felt the loads slip out with him. He kissed me. Seth lightly slapped my ass and said I was a hot fuck. He told me how glad he was that I wasn't a condom Nazi. He went to the showers. I went with him. I took a quick shower, kissed him, got dressed and left. I realized what I had done. I was scared. My stomach dropped out of me. I was more empty than ever. I couldn't believe I had just cheated on Justin And bareback. I knew I had to tell Justin. I couldn't have sex with him again until after I was tested. At a minimum that would be the best outcome we could have, we stay together and use condoms for a few months until I test negative again. The next day I called Justin a few times and left a couple messages on his answering machine(remember it's 2000). I knew his class schedule though, so I went to wait near the humanities building. He came out of class about ten minutes after I got there. He saw me and walked passed me. I caught up to him and he told me to leave him alone. I walked him to his dorm and at the base of his stairs he told me we were finished. He already heard that Seth fucked me last night, and that he knew it was bareback because I was too slutty for it not to be. Justin said that I was such a slut and the more he knew me the more he realized that I just want lots of guys to fuck me. He said he didn't love me and couldn't love a guy who needed that kind of sex. I tried to argue, but I gave in. I knew he was right. I liked having sex with lots of guys. The thought of needing a lot of sex shamed me. Why couldn't one almost perfect guy be enough? I cried right there. I turned and walked away afraid to let him see the tears. After about 100 yards, I looked back and saw Justin close the door to his dorm. I went back to mine and collapsed on my bed, brokehearted. Empty.

I hear the water shut off and my heart skips a beat. I’m sitting on my bed, alone in my dark dorm room. It’s chilly in here and I’m bundled up against the cold, but the shivers running through my body have nothing to do with the temperature. Joe steps out of the bathroom and into my room. The light from the hall frames his thick body, and I can’t help but stare at him. He’s taller and broader than me, with wide shoulders and muscular legs. His soft, round belly pokes out over the towel he’s wrapped around his waist. I can see a few beads of water from the shower twinkling in the thick, soft fur that covers his chest and belly, and his beard is still slightly damp. God, he must be freezing, I think. As my eyes drift downward, I can see the towel tenting out at his crotch, where his cock is already starting to stiffen in anticipation of what we’re about to do – which jolts me back to the reality that I’m about to get something I’ve wanted for a long time. See, I'm a virgin...and Joe is here to fix that. He’s very experienced sexually and says he loves going slow and being patient with less experienced guys. After all, he’s 30 and I’m 19 – he’s had a few more years of practice. A naughty smile plays at his lips. “Hey,” he says, softly. He crosses the room to my bed and I stand to meet him. I lift my head. He’s close enough that I can see my face reflected in his green eyes. He takes my face in his hands – they’re surprisingly soft and gentle. He gently holds me as we kiss, his tongue darting playfully between my lips and swirling around my tongue. It’s electric, and the hair on the back of my neck stands on end. I can’t help myself, and my hands slide down to his belly. I don’t know why, but I’ve always had a thing for guys with guts, and Joe's is just what I like to see on a man. I run my fingers through his fur, eyes closed while we kiss, getting to know his body with my fingertips. He’s running his fingers through the mop of curly hair on my head, and I get the sense he’s really enjoying it. One of his hands slides down my back, and he holds me by the small of my back, leaning into his kisses now. They’re somehow more breathless and urgent, and I know he wants me - bad. He lifts my hoodie over my head and off, followed by my t-shirt. His hands caress my torso, stopping to linger at the patch of hair between my pecs, and lightly brushing my nips. He takes one of them lightly between his fingers and gently rolls it without pinching or twisting. It’s a new sensation for me – intense but pleasant. I let out a deep sigh that’s almost a moan. His other hand is busy relieving me of my sweatpants and briefs, and before I know it, he’s got me naked, with my pants and briefs on the floor around my ankles. How’d he do that with one hand, I wonder. He’s a pro. I step out of my clothes and I drop down onto my bed, grabbing and pulling the towel off his waist on my way down. His now rock hard cock juts straight out from his thick bush, his fat, furry ballsack tight and round underneath it. I think about how it’d feel in my mouth, how it would taste and how it would smell – but I have a different objective tonight. Joe climbs onto the bed, lying on his back. “Are you ready?” There’s that wicked grin again. He reaches over the side of the bed to grab his bag from the floor. “Let me help you get started here,” he says. He pulls out a bottle of lube and a small brown bottle. I’m curious. “What’s in that bottle?” I ask tentatively. He smiles. “Poppers,” he says with a grin. “Just for me. If you’ve never used them before I’d rather you didn’t try them for the first time tonight. They can be a bit much.” He’s so protective of me, his sweetness makes me want him even more. He hands me the lube, and I freeze up. I want this so much…want to fuck him the way I’ve seen guys fuck countless times in porn, want to thrust my cock into his hole and finally know what it feels like…but I’m so nervous I don’t know where to start. What if I’m no good at this? What if I hurt him? He must sense my nervousness, because he sits upright, kisses me, and takes the bottle of lube from my hand. “Here, lemme see this.” He squeezes the bottle and the silicone pours into his hand. He wraps it around my cock and I gasp in pleasure at the sensation. This lube is really good stuff – silky smooth and oily – and I’ve never felt anything like it. He strokes my cock a few times and I’m absolutely rock hard in no time. He then puts more lube in his hand and it goes to his furry ass. I watch fascinated as his fingers deftly stroke the outside of his hole, then one finger slips inside and disappears. I hear his sharp intake of breath as he penetrates himself. This is the hottest damn thing I’ve seen in a long time. He seems lost in his own world as he works another finger into his ass, sighing and grinding his hips into his own fist. Wow, I don’t remember feeling that good when I tried to finger myself, I think to myself. I’ve got a lot to learn. He seems to come back to his senses, because he suddenly withdraws his fingers from his hole and looks up at me. “Are you ready to fuck me?” he asks. I nod, and he leans back, grabs ahold of his meaty thighs and rocks back. His hairy hole is exposed and ready, right in front of me. My first ass. I can’t believe this is about to happen, I think. I’m hard and ready, he’s lubed and on his back, all that’s left to do is fuck him. I get up on my knees and pull myself close to him. He instinctively tilts his pelvis up to line his hole up with my cock – and again I marvel at what a natural he is at this. I grab ahold of my shaft and place the head of my cock against the outside of his hole. He puts a hand on my chest, and I get the message – “hold on a second” – as he snatches the little brown bottle off the bed, unscrews it, and holds it under his nostril. I catch an acrid, slightly sweet smell as he blocks his other nostril and inhales deeply. He repeats this with the other nostril, screws the cap on the bottle, and drops his head back, eyes rolling upward. I feel his hole relax and open, almost swallowing the head of my cock, and it’s more than I can resist. I push forward, and the head of my cock pops through his sphincter. Nothing could have prepared me for how it felt. My cock head is surrounded by his velvety, warm, wet hole, and I stop for a second, shocked that I’m actually inside him. He gasps, and grabs my hips with his hands, pulling me deeper. The warmth of his smooth fuck chute engulfs the shaft of my cock. I encounter some resistance when my flared cockhead hits his inner sphincter, but he lets out a long, controlled breath and it opens just enough to let me through. Before I know it, my balls are pressed against his furry ass. Instinct takes over and I begin my first stroke. I slide out, feeling the walls of his ass cling to my cock, until just the tip of my cock is still inside him. I guess I’m just going to go with this, I think. My pelvis grinds forward into him, and without thinking about it I count the strokes. One. Joe opens his eyes and his head comes up off the bed. He’s looking straight into my eyes. “Oh yeah, Ethan, that’s it, that’s good,” he growls. I withdraw again, already feeling my balls tighten underneath as I wind up for the next thrust. Two. It seems like my second thrust hits something important inside him, because his ass tightens around me and he lets out a long, low moan as his head tilts back in ecstasy. I could be wrong but I swear I can almost feel something firm, rubbery and rounded pressing against the top side of my cock through the walls of his ass….could that be his prostate? I hold my cock inside him and he again moans my name. “Ethan….yeah, fuck me.” My cock is so hard it’s almost painful. It throbs with each beat of my racing heart. Oh God I need this, I need this, I need this, I think. Out I slide, and back in I thrust, picking up the pace. Three. Four. Suddenly the familiar sharp tension of my orgasm starts to build deep inside my pelvis. I know I can’t hold off much longer. Oh shit, I wanted to last longer than this! I panic. He’s going to be so disappointed. I start to pull out and hold, trying desperately to think of a way to delay my approaching orgasm. He seems to be able to sense it. Again he pulls me deeper into him, looking straight into my eyes as he growls, “It’s OK, Ethan. Cum in me. Cum. You know you want it. Do it now.” I can’t resist those eyes. Five. It feels like I explode inside him. My cock pulses and I can feel my asshole spasm with each pulse as the cum drains from my balls into his guts. Sounds are escaping my mouth – I don’t know what they are, but they’re loud. As the contractions of my cock and hole begin to subside I collapse forward with a whimper, on top of his beautiful furry belly. He catches me in his arms and holds my head against his chest. “Mmm…you did great,” he says. I can hear the pride in his voice and my heart swells. “I’m so proud of you, little bro.”

I really think the best way is a black sharpie. I use one every time I'm in Palm Springs and I understand your concern but it washes off easily with soap and water. It's a great way to show other guys your a cum whore. I have found that top Guys love filling a hole that already has cum in it. Also it makes me feel very sexy and horny with all those men's marks on my back.

Matt of course had no problem with this, and simply laid back to enjoy Kyle's actions. Every so often, Matt would reach over to the pipe and have them both take more hits. Kyle was getting to be quite high after a while of being with Matt. They were both enjoying each other's bodies. Kissing, rubbing, and working each others cocks. To Kyle's surprise, Matt enjoying when he would rub his cock on and tease Matt's hole with it. Kyle was getting more and more turned on, so he decided to go for the plunge to Matt's warm and tight hole. Matt, swiftly and gracefully pulled his arse away and rolled over to lay on his back. Sensually he reminded him that he was a top only, and just enjoyed have his ass played with around and not in his hole. Kyle politely apologized with a kiss to Matt's lips. Matt saw this as a good time to take control of the rendezvous. He lit up and rolled the bowl for several more hits (more for Kyle, than himself) and even had to reload the pipe, as they had smoke a good deal by now. Matt was an expert tease. He touched Kyle, and did things to him that made him moan and squirm all over the bed. Once Matt had him good and worked up, he turned over and started jacking off to the porn. Kyle was hot, he was so horny now; more horny than he had ever been before in his life. The combination of the Tina running through his system, and the amazing sexy guy who he had wanted forever had him willing to do anything to start getting Matt to work him over again. From earlier in their day, he had learned that Matt liked being rimmed exceptionally more than anything else Kyle had done to him, so that's what he did. He went to town on Matt's round juicy ass. Matt could not control himself. He was moaning and writhing in pleasure for as long as he could take it. When he couldn't stand it any more, he pulled himself away from the tongue that was giving him so much pleasure and reached for the pipe; this time not for himself, but for Kyle. He told him to take a few hits, on his own this time while dismounting from the bed. He had Kyle get off the bed so he could lean him over the edge and stick out his ass, so he could begin to rim him. The sensation of taking a hit, while having his ass expertly licked was overwhelming and he didn't even notice when the tongue was replaced by a slick wet throbbingly hard dick. Three solo hits later, he realized that Matt was rubbing his cock up and down his ass, stopping each way at his hole and teasing it with his girthy head. Kyle even in his elevated state and knowing that he wanted to take this magnum sized cock began to wonder if he would be able to take it, so he with difficulty to keep his train of thought while he was being pleasured so greatly asked for more time to open up for Matt's amazing member. Matt was to turned on to hear or understand this request, and continued with his rubbing and teasing, each time going in just a little bit further into Kyle's pink hole. Just a few minutes later, he slowly was sliding his entire cock into the new to PNP luscious hole. Kyle immediately felt a wave of pleasure surge though his body, a wave that lingered and echoed throughout his body. Once the surges of pleasure begin to dissipate a bit, he began to feel Matt's thick and perfect cock sliding easily in and out of his hole. He was in complete ecstasy and briefly wondered why he ever wanted to delay feeling that wonderful cock fulling up his ass. Clearly Matt was enjoying himself because this went on for what seemed like half an hour to them. Once the standing began to take it's toll on them both, they moved back onto the bed. This was not any where near the end of things though, they would do much more as the day went on. Want to hear more? I have alot more story to write, if readers want to read it.

One of my preferences are hairy asses, like to worship them while they get me leaking for a cummy deposite inside them. Nevertheless the smooth ones will be bred too

I think a hairy ass is sexy

Either for me but if I gotta pick hairy is it ! I got a real hairy ass now n I aint had many complaints

Last question first – Otters are thin and hairy. Bears are much larger. Looking at your body type, you'd probably be called a cub – especially as you get more hair. (Cubs are shorter than bears and often younger). That said, congrats on your transition! I personally think FTMs can be really hot. Some guys aren't into the vag, but it doesn't bother me Whether guys find hair a turn on depends on the guy. It's neither right or wrong. Everyone has their preferences (and that's OK). Personally I just don't like subble… Everything else depends on how well the guy pulls it off. Some guys would look weird with hair, others would look weird if they were smooth.

Click here to see original blog post on Neg2Poz Up next is Little Poz Boy, who got into the whole bareback, bugchasing scene at a young age. Not only has he been fucked bareback and token anonymous loads, he also happened to convert after the very first time that he had sex with a poz top. Here's what Little Poz Boy had to say. Hi. What is your screen name and what site(s) can people hook up with you at? Littlepozboy - nastykinkpigs.com & scatboi.com. And how old are you? I am 19. For anyone that wants to hook up w/ you, what do you look for in a sex partner? Someone who has a cock and wants to breed me. I'm not picky. Let's go back to the beginning, tell us about your first bareback encounter? It was my stepdad. He popped my cherry and he did it bareback. He fucked me on a Friday night and took his time. He fucked me two times during the whole session. He had been having me suck his cock three months prior. On that Friday night, he told me that I was ready to be popped. He had me suck his cock as he fingered my boyhole. He told me that it was going to be very painful, but to understand that is part of getting popped and that he would really enjoy it. He fucked me two times, but each time was for a very long time. Is that what got you hooked onto bareback? Yes. This is what got me hooked. Plus my stepdad trained me only to be fucked bareback. Why did you make the leap from bareback to bugchaser? I was bugchaser from the start. I was trained that it's a badge of honer to be a pozzed up bottom. What training did you receive from your stepdad? What exactly did he teach you about being poz and sex in general? He told me that being poz was a honor. He told me that I had to take a tops cum like a good boy cunt. He taught me that sex with a man needed to be bareback because true sex is skin to skin. He told me true bottoms always accept the cum in there boy cunts. What were your thoughts, emotions when you were having sex and being trained by your stepfather? I always looked up to my stepdad and wanted to make him happy. When he first asked me to suck his cock, I felt like I was really something special to him. Then when he started fucking me, I felt like he enjoyed being with me. I liked how much time he spent with me, going into detail how to service a man. I love my stepdad. I know he trained me for his pleasure. I now like what I am and we still have a very special bond with each other. Can you tell us about the first time you knowingly took a poz load? My first anonymous top was a black top. He was hung. I wanted it so badly. I was kneeling and sucking his cockhead while his hands were on the back of my head. He told me he was poz. All I could do was mumble. He put me on my back. He then used duck tape to tie my legs wide open. He told me he was going to gag me, because I would scream as he entered me. He was right. I did. He fucked me the first time for 2.5 hours and then bred my boyhole. He plugged me. I then relaxed for awhile. Then he started over again. After it was done and over with, what were your emotions? How did you feel? I was happy, because my first black top fucked me hard and was poz. Did you try to hold the load in as long as possible or try to get it out of you immediately? The black dude plugged my boyhole. He fucked me several times over a long weekend. He told me that plugging my boyhole would help keep my boyhole open for his cock. How did you hook up with a black poz man? One of my stepdad's buddies told me he was into younger bottoms and that he would most likely love fucking me. So he emailed me and ask me if I would be interested in meeting him. I was scared, but I did it. How many poz loads would you say you took during that time when you were chasing? I was bred poz by my first anonymous top. What was your favorite memory during the bugchasing process? That I was so lucky to have my first anonymous top fuck me, bred me and poz me too. Now that your poz, does your family know? What was their reaction? My stepdad knew and was proud. My mom found out later and that was the breaking point for her. She told me that she did not want to see me again. Now that you are poz, what have you been getting into sexually? What are you up to these days? I love nasty no limit sex - K9, pain & bondage. Any words for people that are on the fence as to whether or not to take poz loads and/or bugchase? I got bred poz. It is going happen if you get fucked bareback. It's nice to know who bred ya poz (well at least know what they look like; I did not know the name of my breeder. He just had me call him daddy). Any final comments? Bareback sex is the only true way to be fucked. Getting bred poz is a honor in my book. More...

Another 20 mins or so passed with me in the darkness, I could hear low conversations in the other room. Suddenly the door opened wide and I could see Matt in the doorway. He stalked over to the bed, grabbed both my feet and tied them together. I felt him cut the rope tying my hands to the bed but my hands remained tied. With a swift movement he grabbed me and through me over his shoulder. "Come on bitch, time for the real party to start" he said as he carried me out the bedroom. Still bound and helpless he carried me outside, I was naked and terrified as I saw him head towards the pickup. He opened the door and flung my skinny body onto the seat. I landed with a thud against the seat as I heard him shut the door and head to the drivers door. "We are gonna head to a friends and see how much more punishment your pussy hole can take." I groaned into the rag stuffed into my mouth, I didn't know how much more I could take, my body ached all over. The car started and I felt us pickup speed as we drove from the house. The journey lasted for about 30 minutes before I felt the car slow, turn off the road and head down a bumpy driveway. The car ground to a halt in the gravel and I felt Matt get out and head round to my door. As he opened the door I attempted to kick at him in a vain attempt to get away. All it did was piss him off. "You're going to regret that soon you stupid bitch." he barked at me. He grabbed my slender waist, hauled me over his shoulders and head for the house. As we approached I could see a run down house which appeared to be far from any main road. It looked abandoned from the outside, but as we got closer I could see other cars parked and hear voices inside. Matt kicked at the partially open door to open it, and as we entered yelled out "Hey boys, the main event has arrived!" A cheer went up as I looked around the room at a bunch of older guys drinking and smoking. Matt pushed open another door and we entered a dank room with a dirty mattress on the floor. He unceremoniously dumped me from his shoulder onto the mattress. It reeked of cum and piss, in the corner a complex looking harness was suspended from the roof. I was sitting stunned on the mattress for a moment, before Matt fisted my hair and painfully pulled me up. "MmmhMM" I tried to cry out through the rag. He dragged me over to the harness and attached a loop to each hand, once he was satisfied he undid the bindings on both hands and my feet. He then proceeded to attach a loop to each foot and around my groin. "There you go slut, you wont be going anywhere for a while." he laughed. He called out and the guys from the other room filed in. "Ok boys, he strung up and ready for the taking, put you $20 on the table and get your monies worth." The guys milled around slapping $20 bills down and started getting their clothes off. I watch as two older white guys, maybe mid 40's approached me at the same time. They both had beer guts and one had a rough beard. The bearded one reached out and fondled my soft cock, I was mortified as he worked it until my boner was jutting out from my skinny body. "Look, the sick little fucker is gagging for it" he laughed. I watched as they both shucked off their clothes, the one with the beard yanked at a cord and I felt myself be dragged towards the ceiling by my wrists. I cried out into my gag from the pain but it just seemed to excite the room more. I watched as the other guy lay down on the floor underneath my suspended body. I watched with confusion as he played with his huge engorged cock. I could see the angry red head poking out of his uncut cock, each pump of it seemed to make a stream of precum roll down the thick shaft. Suddenly he reached up and with a yank pulled out the butt plug that had been stuffed in me. I felt a trickle of toxic spooge run down my thigh. He reached up, swiped some of the cum from my thigh and rubbed it into his cock. "That's all the lube your getting cunt." he spat at me. I suddenly saw the bearded guy yank at a cord and felt my body jolt as I was lowered towards the engorged cock head below me. I cried out in terror as I felt the fat leaky cock head kiss my exposed hole. The guy below me grabbed my lithe hips and guided me down onto his awaiting shaft. "Ohhhhh fuck yeah." he groaned as my body had no choice but to open up and take his thick cock deep inside. As I was lowered onto the cock I could hear the woof whistles of the other watching guys as they stroked their leaking cocks. Tears welled in my eyes and ran down my cheeks as I was lifted and lowered by the bearded guy onto his friends thick meat. My arms were stretched and my legs flailed helplessly as each downward thrust grazed his bulbous leaky head against my prostate. I was in so much pain and yet I watched as my cock responded to the stimulation. I felt myself get harder and my slutty instincts kicked in as I tried to buck against his fat knob and hit my prostate again and again. The bearded guy ripped out my gag. "Look at you slut, you're turning into a real cock whore now. Tell him what you want of I'll stop fucking you on his shaft." I kept my mouth shut and he stopped lowering me. I bucked downwards trying to hit my prostate and so he raised me higher. "No, no my little slut. Tell us what you want or we wont let you go." he ordered. "I... I want... I want him to fuck me." I stuttered. "And....?" he asked. "And... cum in me.." I admitted, defeated. "So you want him to fill you with his poz cum?" he asked. "Yes, fill me with his poz cum, I need it Sir." I answered. "Good boy." Clearly pleased with my response the chant went up in the room "Lower the bitch!" as I felt myself lowered back down on the erect shaft, feeling it graze my sweet spot. I moaned out loud, unable to hide how good this felt being stuffed full of a big juicy cock. The bearded guy kept my ass pumping up and down on the thick meat, my distended hole now able to take it all. I felt my cock leaking a steady stream of precum now as my instinct took over and I felt myself approaching orgasm. The bearded guy must have sensed how close I was from my breathing, as he started to pump me up and down faster and faster. I felt the guy beneath me grab onto my hips tighter as he too came closer to cumming. Suddenly I felt myself reach the point of no return as the fat cock inside me hit me just right. I felt myself cumming hands free all over the floor. As my ass muscles constricted I felt the guy beneath me pull my hips down hard onto his cock as he lost control and squirted a massive poz load into my fuck hole. "Take it all you fucking slut, take my toxic swimmers, gonna breed you up." he cried out. I felt the thick shaft pulse as his balls emptied into my awaiting cunt. I went limp after my orgasm, I was left hanging for a moment before I felt myself jerked up and the huge cock pull from my wrecked hole. A spray of cum landed with a splat from my loose hole as my fucker got up and walked away. I heard him high five one of the watching guys. "Who's next?" he laughed as he walked out the room.

Here's the next installment, another long build-up. Hope it's not a spoiler, but finally: MORE FUCKING! I promise I'll try to keep going...I've got ideas...it just takes longer to get them worked out as the story gets more complex. _________________________________ Chapter 14)“You don’t have to wait with me,” I said. Mike smiled, shrugged and said, “I wouldn’t have been able to concentrate on anything else anyway.” Mike and I were waiting for my parents to arrive; I’d gotten a text from my mom about a half hour ago that their flight had landed. We sat on the porch swing that hung on the verandah in front of the frat house. It was a pleasant day, a little cool, reminding me that soon the trees would be decked out for fall. I had on a black raincoat and a heavy cotton sweater over jeans and purple t-shirt, but I shivered a little and moved closer to Mike, craving the additional body warmth. Among other things. Not being able to fuck with him was pretty much driving me berserk, last night notwithstanding. He casually slipped his arm around my shoulders and I leaned against him; he was in jeans and a white, long sleeved football jersey along with a dark green zippered hoodie. Almost everyone else was either at the library, the gym or class. I wondered if a note from my parents would excuse me from missing the second session of my western civilization class and the first meeting of the anthropology course I’d signed up for. I saw a dark sedan drive slowly up the street and spotted my mom riding shotgun, Dad in the driver’s seat; the car pulled over. I could see Mom was wearing enormous sunglasses. The car doors opened, so we stood and started down the steps to meet them. Mom, brunette, slim and petite, was dressed in what I thought of as her travelling reporter’s outfit: a simple pale blue top, a multi-colored silk scarf at her neck, navy pantsuit, black ankle boots with a modest heel, topped off with a navy trench coat. Dad, fair-haired, tall and lanky but with a slightly soft belly, was in khakis and an olive green suede blazer with an off-white oxford shirt and a pair of coppery brown brogues. “Darren!” my mother exclaimed in a hoarse voice as soon as she saw me. She left Dad in the dust, running towards me as I moved down the front walk to meet her, then nearly strangled me with a hug. I could feel her shoulders shaking slightly, and knew she was crying. “I’m fine,” I said, my own eyes a little wet, at the same time embarrassed by the display of emotion. “But I’m really glad you’re here.” She pulled back, and gently kissed my bruised cheek. “Is that better?” she said, sniffling and dabbing at her eyes behind their concealing shades with a tissue. “Just what I needed, a mother’s kiss.” She hugged me again, as if needing further reassurance that I was really still in once piece and not irreparably damaged. Dad walked slowly, looking tired and upset. The atmosphere felt a little brittle, so I assumed they’d been arguing. But that was nothing new; they’d disagree, pout for a few days and then finally work it out. I hoped this would be as easily resolved, since it seemed like Mom blamed my dad for my situation, at least in part – and she was fiercely protective of me, her only child. Maybe if I actually read her memoir I’d understand her better, but it felt too icky. From what I’d heard there were reproductions of ultrasounds of me, that she went into the gory details of tracking her periods and scheduling sex with Dad, not to mention the whole IVF thing. I hadn’t even known the book existed until I was 14 and some jerk at school found it and used it to make fun of me, reading passages aloud and posting stuff on Facebook until my mom called his mom and got her to take it away from him with generalized talk of starting a new series of articles on schoolyard bullying and the internet. She decided to go ahead with the articles anyway, which I’d always took to mean that the response she got seriously pissed her off. I turned to my father and said, “Thanks for coming.” He did something very unusual for him: he hugged me. “Of course. There shouldn’t have been any question we’d come, I’m sorry.” Hmm. Maybe that hangdog look wasn’t just an argument with Mom. I think he was embarrassed and guilty that he’d dismissed me and forced me to prove to him I hadn’t concocted the whole thing as an excuse to return to New York. And after all that gave work as a reason he couldn’t come when I asked. I wonder what they’d think when I said I wanted to stay if the question even arose. Meeting Mike and Carlos and Aiden and Aaron and Ike had made all the difference. I turned held out my hand to Mike, who was behind me, and drew him forward. “Mom and Dad, this is Mike, my closest friend here…” Before I could continue, my mother said “I recognize you – you’re…aren’t you one of the young men who saved my son?” her voice cracking. Mike looked a little taken aback. “Yeah, but I had help…” he began. My mother launched herself at him and pulled him into the same strangling hug as she had me. Well she was more or less my height so she couldn’t easily reach his neck, but she might have cracked one of his vertebra or dislocated one of his ribs. Mike looked a little startled but returned her embrace, awkwardly patting her on the back. “Thank you,” she sobbed, over and over again. “I read your book,” Mike said. “I know just how important he is to you, and all of us here care about him a lot.” My mother finally relinquished her grasp, calmed herself and began fishing in her shoulder bag for a fresh tissue. I’d come prepared and handed her the little pack of tissue that I’d put in my jacket pocket. She gave me her “oh my baby is so sweet and thoughtful” look. Ick. My father seemed a little more wary, but extended his hand and added his thanks. “You don’t have to thank me, sir,” Mike said with impeccable manners. I guess his born-again Christian family had valued etiquette. “I couldn’t have done anything else. I’m just sorry the whole thing happened and the worry and upset it’s caused you and Mrs. Leibowitz.” “I’m Mimi to you,” she said with a watery smile. Wow, she’d decided she liked him if she was having him use her nickname already, and hadn’t immediately informed him that she’d kept her maiden name. Mom would be on my side, no problems. “Come in,” I invited them. “Where’s your luggage?” “In the car, angel,” my mom said. “We have hotel reservations, but we can check in later. I couldn’t wait to see you,” she said, giving my arm a squeeze. I could see my parents appraising the house as we entered, the slightly battered parquet floor in the entry hall and the communal living room with its worn but comfortable furniture upholstered in brown, beige and yellow plaid, cream colored walls devoid of decoration, threadbare muddy brown carpet, a banged up coffee table and a scattering of mismatched chairs. All the stuff was probably at least 20 or 25 years old. Aiden, in a skin-tight shirt that showed off his muscles (thankfully with a pair of baggy sweat pants) was curled up on the sofa reading, but put down his text book and stood to greet us. I made the introductions, and like clockwork he was offering refreshments. “We have Danish and muffins, coffee, juice, tea, water…?” “We don’t want to interrupt your study time,” my mom said. “Not a problem,” Aiden reassured. It was as if they would starve if he didn’t feed them. Immediately. “Some coffee would be welcome then,” my dad said, looked at my mom for confirmation, and at her nod added, “make it two.” There was a slightly awkward pause as we waited; I motioned for them to have a seat, and they each took one of the two armchairs that made a group with the sofa, where I’d seated myself. Great. Not sitting together and me right in the middle. “Why don’t I go help Aiden,” Mike said, tactfully exiting. I felt like screaming DON’T LEAVE ME YOU COWARD! Tact is overrated. “How was the trip?” I said to fill up the quiet. “Okay,” Dad said. “We were able to get an early flight,” my mother added. “You must be exhausted,” I said. “Are you sure you don’t want to go to the hotel, or at least lie down?” Attempting to put off the inevitable… “We’re tired, but not sleepy if that makes any sense,” my mom said. I could see that her eyes were red and slightly puffy now that the sunglasses were off. “And we really need to find out…” Dad started. “Here we go,” said Aiden who was carrying a tray with five mugs of coffee, a carton of milk, a box of sugar, some spoons and napkins with the tell-tale Dunkin’ Donuts logo. Mike followed him with boxes of doughnuts and muffins. I assumed that this was courtesy of Daddy Scorpio or another of the Gang of Five. Saved by the coffee service. Phew! It isn’t that I didn’t want to talk to them. I just wasn’t quite ready and especially didn’t want to do it alone. The next few minutes were taken up with coffee preferences and selecting something to eat. That my mom unbent enough to eat a blueberry muffin, the closest thing to the healthy fare she mandated at home, told me that she was pretty fatigued. I felt a pang; maybe I shouldn’t have insisted that they immediately come here, it could have waited. But that wasn’t true – we had to get ahead of the curve. If we delayed those slippery bastards would figure out a way to stonewall the entire thing. Now was the time to strike, while they were scared, disorganized and hopefully hadn’t yet contacted the university president or the dean or whoever and put their own spin on everything that had happened. After we’d all sipped coffee and nibbled at muffins or Danish for a few minutes in silence, my Dad said “We need to talk about what happened, Darren. And find out just what the hell is going on…” His voice had gotten progressively louder and more agitated. “Ken, darling,” my mother interrupted. “We agreed that we’d speak about this calmly.” “I’m calm,” he grumbled. “Not if you’re already starting to shout and curse.” “I wasn’t shouting,” he said irritably. “Maybe Aiden and I should leave you alone,” Mike said. “No!” I exclaimed immediately. I answered my father’s thousand yard stare (he could give hardened prison inmates a run for their money) by saying “They’re my friends and this involves them, too. So we can talk while they’re here.” The trick with my dad was to come straight back at him. Otherwise, he’d flatten you like a steamroller. He clutched his hair in his right hand and gave an explosive breath, then breathed more deeply and said. “Fine. Please tell us what’s going on,” he said with an air of enforced calm, glancing at my mom who nodded her approval. “You should know that we decided we had to watch the entire video you sent.” That’s what Mom meant when she said she recognized Mike. I wasn’t sure how I felt about that. It was a little too close for comfort, but then again my mom had written in detail about her menstrual periods in The New York Times. “It was…shocking,” said my mother, gently, clearly tamping down her reaction. “You kept saying that the situation was complex, sweetie. Can you explain it to us now that we’re here?” “It’s kind of a long story. Mike, Aiden, feel free to add stuff or correct me, you’ve been here longer.” I told them my edited version of events. I have to give it to them, they managed to keep quiet while I explained how the entire fraternity had been subjected to the same kind of abuse that I had been, and that it had been covered up by the Gang of 5. “In other words, the football coach, the dean of students and the heads of the major academic departments treat this fraternity like it’s a harem of young men for their personal pleasure?” my mother said, outrage spiking her voice. So much for calm discussion. “Pretty much, Mom.” “Why the fuck did your ‘friends’ choose YOU to be the one to blow this up?” my father erupted. “I volunteered when they told me what was going on.” I said back as calmly as I could. My dad was yanking at his hair again. “Why did you do that?” he said in a tone of resigned despair. If he wasn’t cursing, he was really at the end of his rope. Time to go in for the kill. “Because the actual situation is even worse,” I answered furiously, finally losing my temper. “The coach is HIV positive, and he’s deliberately had unsafe sex with every single member of this frat. Including me.” That shut them up. Both of them looked stunned. “I’m on medication to stop it, I got it in time. Mike made sure I got there in time,” I corrected myself. “That’s why it had to be me. Coach Zetcher controls the flow medications to frat members to keep them in line. Most of these guys can’t tell their families and can’t afford the medication without his help. I can do both.” More silence. “The way it works is that after a pledge is infected, he’s basically imprisoned in this house, and the dean and heads of major academic departments are allowed to do whatever they like with him sexually in return for altering attendance records and bringing him class work. Otherwise, the logical thing to do as soon as possible would be get treatment before the virus can take hold. And as far as I know once seroconversion happens, they kind of lose interest in the new guy, and go looking elsewhere.” Aiden and Mike offered confirmatory nods. My parent’s faces were ashen. “How long has this been going on?” my dad finally asked. “About twelve years,” Mike answered. “This is one hell of a mess,” my father said. “That’s the understatement of the century,” my mom added. Dad visibly steeled himself. “You have more video?” “Yeah,” I said. “We got all five of them.” He sighed deeply. “I’m going to have to get an associate and a paralegal here and make this an official pro-bono case at my firm on an emergency basis, and get someone else to act as lead. I can’t work on this at all past today. Any defense attorney with any sense will use that you’re my son to try and counter my legal arguments. Oh, God, I have to resign from the board here, too.” “Can’t you just cut a deal?” I asked. “You know, get some money for everyone affected and demand the resignations of the faculty members?” “Darren, this is criminal activity. I can’t cover it up or I risk my entire career. All the members of the fraternity are going to have to give statements to the police.” I made a face, and shot an apologetic look at Mike and Aiden, neither of whom looked happy. Interpreting Mike and Aiden’s expressions correctly my dad said, “The police will be discrete. But right now we’re going to pay a call on the Chancellor,” my father finished, grimly. “I need you and Mike to come with us.” “Better take a copy of the video,” said Aiden who left us to go retrieve it from the room he shared with Carlos. Quentin James, the Chancellor (to whom I took an instant dislike), was a tall, unctuous, well-groomed silver-haired man who oozed greasy charm. His office seemed to me to be over-furnished with ostentatiously expensive modern furniture and art. The frat house we lived in was all beat up, and this guy was blowing the money from our tuition on glossy, trendy Eurotrash furnishings and décor. So it was gratifying to watch him not only suck up to my parents after we arrived, but then all but hyperventilate when they explained to him why we were there, and show him a brief clip of the video. He stuttered, “But…but…no…no complaints have been made about anything like this before. How could we have known if the students affected haven’t stepped forward?” I glanced at Mike and did a double-take; I could see the rage radiating off him. “What about Alan Jennings?” he demanded. “Alan Jennings made wild, unsubstantiated accusations…” the Chancellor stopped, his eyes wide with horror. “And now they’re substantiated,” Mike snapped. “You can’t hide behind not knowing when you refused to look.” “Oh my God,” the Chancellor said, as the reality was borne in on him. “We’ll have to find him and apologize and reinstate his scholarship…” “Too late,” Mike bit out. “He committed suicide this past summer.” The silence was thick and heavy. Mike’s fury made me wonder what his relationship with Alan Jennings had been – was I his replacement? “So, Quentin,” my dad said, “you now have a huge pile of crap to deal with. I’m going to resign from the Board of Advisors, and I suggest you convene a meeting of the faculty and administration as soon as possible. I can’t be involved on either side beyond today because of my connections here at the University and that my son is a victim of multiple crimes at the hands of your faculty members, and likely lead plaintiff in what’s going to be the class action law suit of the century.” “I’m terribly sorry, Darren, about what you’ve been through…” the Chancellor began. “That’s sweet,” I interrupted, “but if you’d listened and investigated earlier it wouldn’t have happened.” “Let’s be clear: we’re not here just because it’s our son,” my mother said, her voice trembling with barely contained fury. “Every one of those boys – no, those beautiful young men is somebody’s son. And this institution has failed miserably at ensuring their physical and emotional safety.” “Ms. Sachs, please, don’t tell me you’re going to write about this.” “Once the investigation is under way, just try and stop me.” “I’m going to tap one of my colleagues to represent my son and his friend’s interests. You should expect to hear from Geoffrey Ward and I assume that he will receive your full cooperation,” he said with his best aggressive smile that wasn’t at all warm. Uncle Jeffy! It’d be as good as having Dad represent us. He wasn’t really my Uncle, but he and my dad had been roommates at Yale law and our families spent a lot of time together. As we walked out of the building Dad took Mom’s hand, then turned and smiled at me and Mike. “I’ve never liked that guy, and told them not to hire him. With any luck, he’ll be out on his ass along with other garbage.” My parents drove to check in at their hotel and insisted on taking Mike and me out for lunch. They dropped us at the house and went back to the hotel to begin work: Dad on his phone while using a work station in the hotel’s business center, setting up arrangements for Uncle Jeffy along with a reasonably sized staff come and set up shop. Mom had already called The New York Times to alert them to the situation so that they could send a crime reporter. She was planning to work on a first draft of a column on her ever-present laptop. They said they’d come to the house that night and order a Chinese food banquet for everyone. When in doubt, feed them was my mom’s motto. Mike had organic chemistry lab that afternoon. And as it worked out, I was able to get to my anthropology seminar after all. We were all interviewed by the police after the legal team arrived; my medical records were offered as proof, though the video was incontrovertible evidence. The legal wheels began to grind, slowly but steadily. My parents ended up staying for the entire week. Every night they made sure that we were all well-fed: pizza one night, barbecue another, deli sandwiches, and then for Friday night my mom made her world-famous sloppy joes along with French fries and ordered an immense chocolate cake for dessert, with a large salad as the nod towards healthful eating. Needless to say, Mom and Dad were very popular. As they were getting ready to leave my dad said to me, “I don’t know, I’m still not 100% sure about your staying here.” “Ken, I think he’ll be fine here. And if I feel good about it, then it has to be safe for him.” “You mean this little Rottweiler we birthed?” he said throwing his arm around my shoulders and giving me an affectionate squeeze. “I’m not worried about him. It’s these guys,” he said, gesturing at Mike, Aiden, Carlos, Aaron and Ike who’d come to see them off. “Do you realize what you’re getting yourselves into?” They exploded with laughter, while I looked at my dad through narrowed eyes and said, “You are so not funny,” while trying not to laugh myself. A week later, we had a fraternity-members only party. Some former members who didn’t live too far away came, too. I’d been elected social director, so I decided that Aiden, Aaron and I would get things started by doing a karaoke version of last summer’s hot song “Bang, Bang,” with me taking Jesse J’s lines, Aiden took Arianna Grande’s part and Aaron committed to learn Nikki Minaj’s rap. We all wore tight jeans and t-shirts, flirting with the crowd. And that was all it took to set in motion our first monthly orgy. Even though he’d been relieved of his faculty position, was out on bail, and not supposed to be within 50 feet of any of us, we managed to smuggle in Larry, our newest cum slut recruit. Having finally been freed of all inhibitions, he was completely insatiable. Making up for lost time I guess. There was a line of guys waiting to bang him, even though he was on his back, one guy fucking his ass, another getting sucked and rimmed by him, a third and fourth in his hands and the fifth rubbing his dick against Larry’s torso. They kept shifting positions: as soon as the guy in his ass unloaded, the one who was being sucked and rimmed shoved his dick up the formerly straight ass, the guy who’d been rubbing his dick against Larry’s torso was at his mouth, one of the hand jobs moved to his chest, and one of the guys waiting in line grabbed the unoccupied hand and guided it to his dick. Larry must have taken about 50 loads that night. Personally, I passed on doing it with him. I was more into being fucked after my enforced anal celibacy. I started with Mike in one of the arm chairs. We undressed each other, I straddled him in the chair and then we were kissing, his hands running over my back and torso, his fingers slipping down to tease my ass. My back arched, and his lips replaced his hands on my chest as he supported me. I sat and rubbed my asshole over his rapidly hardening cock; we were both so hot for it after waiting two weeks for me to heal (on orders from the grumpy nurse practitioner) that we didn’t need a heck of a lot of foreplay. He’d snagged a jar of Vaseline, and was putting a glob of it on and in my butthole, while I rubbed some of the greasy stuff over his huge, twitching, drooling dick. Then I was positioning myself so that the head of his cock was pressed up against my tight hole, and I began to push down. It burned like the first time, which made it like a new beginning: losing my virginity — TAKE TWO, AND………….ACTION!!!!! Mike kept me from going too fast, concerned that I’d hurt myself again. So I pushed steadily, feeling my body reshape to accommodate that thick piece of meat. Finally I could tell I was fully impaled on his rod from the feel his pubic hair against my butt. We were panting and kissing feverishly; my dick was hard and oozing because his dick was hitting my internal hotspot. I rose up a little with his hands supporting my thighs and then down. “OH, honey, that’s incredible,” he whispered in my ear. Like always, even though there were guys all around us having sex and not being quiet about it, we could have been alone, so intense our connection. I rose again, and since he was holding me, I could let one hand dangle behind me, trailing over his balls as I rose and fell, gradually faster, the pressure building until he couldn’t hold still and began thrusting up as I pushed down, both of us grunting, moaning, humping, straining until Mike gave an incoherent shout, slammed hard against me, wrapped his arms around me as he shot a two-day load of cum inside me. I was stroking and tickling his balls, wanting every drop, though I doubted this would be the only time we’d fuck that night. I wouldn’t stop rocking on his dick as he gasped with the pleasure of the satiny embrace of my asshole milking him dry, and then I was shooting my own load between us, splashing our chests and even hitting both our faces. I sagged against him and we kissed languidly. “I’ve really missed that,” I murmured in his ear. He didn’t answer, just stroked my back with long, gentle caresses. I pulled off of him, stood and then felt a pair of warm muscular arms going around me, and a pair of hands covering my eyes. “Guess who this is,” a familiar voice – immediately identifiable as Carlos by his Spanish accent – whispered in my ear. “Uh, Rafael Nadal?” I said teasingly. “No, I got a better ass than his.” “Ooh, Rafael Alancar?” I joked. I’d discovered some of his vids – all disappointingly with condoms – online one night while I was trying to relieve my sexual tensions. “No, my dick is WAY bigger than his.” “Then it has to be Carlos,” I said and pushed back against him. His dick was probably bigger than any porn star’s, and best of all he was right here with me. And a complete sweetheart, not some drug-addled shithead who was more interested in showing off than in fucking. “Third time’s the charm,” he said as I turned in his arms, and our lips met, then our tongues as we tore into one another. He grabbed me and hoisted me so that my legs were wrapped around his waist. He was strong enough to carry me to the sofa, where he knelt, never breaking the kiss, his hands free now to stroke and pet, massaging the cum on my chest into my skin, licking it off my face while his immense dick pressed against me in the crease where my thigh met the groin. My hands were going crazy, touching every inch of his smooth, muscular body that I could reach. He moved to kiss my neck, kissing, licking, biting; I slipped a hand between us and played with his huge, low-hanging balls, and was able to just graze his butthole with my fingers. That made him groan, and kiss me more forcefully; then he stood and was turning his back, pushing that beautiful, round bubble ass in my face for me to worship. Aaron joined us, licking Carlos’ dick. Carlos reached back, and pulled my head more securely against his ass and ordered, “That’s it, baby, lick that man’s asshole, eat me.” “I want to try something new with him,” Aaron said, and whispered in Carlos’ ear as I continued my ass worship, sniffing deeply his pungent, masculine scent, licking, kissing and then sticking my tongue up inside his asshole. He moved away, playing with his dick which was leaking pre-cum, and Aaron brought his dick to my lips and fucked my face for a minute. He kissed me on the mouth, and then licked it, enjoying the taste and smell of Carlo’s ass. Then Aaron was sitting next to me. “Sit on my cock, Darr,” he ordered. He didn’t have to ask twice; he slid in easily with the mixture of Mike’s cum and the Vaseline easing the way. Then I felt another dick probing at my butthole. I jumped, startled, and that’s when Carlos wrapped his arms around me, and began to push his dick inside me right on top of Aaron’s. “I’m not sure about this,” I said. “Relax, baby, relax,” Carlos murmured, his arms tightening. “I know you can take it, and it’s going to be awesome. You’re going to get the best prostate bang and two hot loads inside your sweet little hole.” His dirty talk made me want it now, no matter how hard it was going to be. Carlos pushed in steadily while Aaron and I kissed open-mouthed. Finally I could feel the root of Carlos’ immense cock against me, and he drew back slowly and then pushed inside of me. And again…and again…faster, harder. Aaron was moaning and thrusting and it was as if fireworks were going off inside of me. Carlos had not been kidding, I was getting the prostate rub of my life as they fucked me. Aaron was first, voicing a grunt that got progressively louder, “Unh, Unh, Unh…UNHHAAAAAAOH, I’m cumming!” he groaned. That set off Carlos, whose thrusts went wild, ramming against me, not letting up on the pace until he rammed against me and froze, shouting in Spanish. And that set me off, my prostate, which had been thoroughly pummeled, releasing another load. Aaron reached down and played with my balls, while Carlos thrust in and out while my sphincters clenched and released. We collapsed in a sweaty heap on the sofa. I felt languid, satiated for the time being, and even though I was in a room full of men noisily having sex, I leaned against Aaron, closed my eyes and drifted into a light sleep.

Part 6 Mitch woke up around 5 am, waking me up as he pulled his muscular arm out from under me. Grabbing his clothes, he quickly dressed as I poked my head out of the door to make sure the coast was clear. After all, we didn't need our brothers knowing our secret! A quick slap on the ass and he was gone for the night. I returned to bed, a little sad he wasn't still in it, but I had to be thankful for what I had. Friday night rolled around, and I knew I'd be alone that night. Mitch had a game Saturday afternoon, and wanted to get a full nights sleep. I was fine with that, so I was totally shocked when he knocked on my door later that night. "I'm not here to fuck dude," he started. "I gotta show you something." He handed me his phone which was open to his email. My heart started to pound and I felt Mitch's anxiety as I read the email from coach. "Boy I have decided to invoke my rights for the first time. You will not disobey me! If you do, I will destroy you! I not only have pictures, I also took video on my phone. Video of you on your back like a whore, taking cock, and begging to be fucked. Begging like the faggot you obviously are! It would take nothing to spread that video around, so I KNOW you will be obedient! You will follow my instructions to the T! 1) You will NOT shower after tomorrow's game. I don't care what excuse you give the team, just do it! 2) You will take with you the jockstrap and socks that you wear in the game, as well as your regular workout jersey and shorts. Again, I don't care how you do it, just do it! 3) At 8 pm you will arrive at room 406 at the Holiday Inn downtown. You will NOT be late! 4) You will be wearing the jockstrap, socks, jersey, shorts, and your smelliest running shoes. 5) Before your arrival, you will go to the track in said uniform and run 8 laps. I will have someone watching so don't even think you will lie about it. Then you will run to the hotel. You will have to time things carefully so you are not late! 6) You will tell your boyfriend to also be here, but he is to be here at 7:45! If he gives one fuck about you, he WILL be here! These instructions are clear, simple, and non-negotiable." That was it. I looked at Mitch and saw the fear on his face. "What can I do Cole? I have to do what he says! What do you think is going to happen when I get there?" "I have no idea. Maybe this is just a kinky game for him. He probably just wants to fufill a fantasy. I wouldn't worry too much. Just do what he says, it will be fine." I consoled him. "Yea, your probably right. Not like he hasn't already fucked me. He just wants more. Thanks buddy, I gotta get to bed. Maybe I'll sleep better now." With that, Mitch left for the night. But I didn't sleep well. There was something more ominous in the email. The tone, the demands made me feel there was more involved tomorrow. But it was out of my control. We would just have to wait and see. The game went surprisingly well. We won by 14 points. Mitch performed as he should, even though I knew his mind must have been elsewhere. At 6, Mitch was in my room, visibly nervouse. I couldn't think of anything to say. "I guess I'll head to the track at 7." He said. "That will give me plenty of time to run the laps and run downtown." "I hope so," I replied. "I don't want you to pies him off. He's already got too much dirt on you." "I know, I WON'T be late! I guess I'll see you there." Mitch grabbed his bag with the gear inside and left. At exactly 7:45 I was knocking on the hotel room door. Coach opened the door and smiled, knowing his orders would be followed. As I entered the room, my heart beat faster as I saw two other men in the room. I realized instantly what was going to happen, even though I didn't know the extent of it. They 23rd both middle aged men, probably in their 40's, and both looked like they had been jocks in their youth, but now had bellies and thinning hair. "This is the faggots boyfriend. I'm going to have him film." A lump formed in my throat as he handed me a video camera. "Just film the action boy. Keep the mens faces out of the frame. Keep the focus on the faggot as he gets used!" I just nodded, knowing it was pointless to disagree. Shortly, there was a knock on the door. "Start filming boy! I want to capture the faggots reaction as he walks in the room!" I turned the camera to the door as coach swung it open. There stood my god, drenched in fresh sweat, his clothes sticking to his well sculptured body. As he entered the room, his face fell as he saw the other two men, instantly realizing what coach had in mind. I thought for a moment he might belt, but he knew better. "Here you go men, the sweaty, smelly quarterback, just like you paid for. Have at it!" coach said as he sat back in a chair to watch. Paid......PAID!!! Coach had sold him like a whore! Mitch blushed in embarrassment as he heard those words. I saw tears in his eyes as he accepted what was about to happen to him. But oddly, my own cock got hard. The men moved in and grabbed Mitch, one pulling his jersey off, the other his shorts, as they threw him face down on the bed. One guy buried his face in Mitch's hairy, sweaty hole while the other guy unbuckled his pants and shoved his hard dick into Mitch's mouth, forcing it down his throat. Soon the ass eater pulled off and dropped his pants, revealing a sizeable hard on. He just lined it up to Mitch's hole and plunged in. Mitch howled at this sudden intrusion, but was silenced as the mouth fucker buried his cock all the way in, burying Mitch's nose in his pubic hair. Mitch choked and gagged while the ass fucker drilled him deep and hard. "Oh yea," said coach. "Rape that faggot jock! Don't be gentle! Since he likes dick so much, he's gonna get plenty tonight! His faggot holes will be sorry in the morning! Come on, he's a big, tough football player, he can take it rough! Don't hold back! The faggot needs to be taught a lesson!" With that the two men pounded into Mitch even harder. The ass fucker slapped Mitch's cheeks as hard as he could while the throat fucker held the back of Mitch's head and skull fucked him relentlessly. Mitch just cried choked, helpless to stop the brutal spitroasting. My own cock throbbed as I watched the man I loved get brutally raped by two strangers who had paid for the priveledge of using the hot, young jock. Soon both men were pumping their loads into Mitch's now official whore holes, filling the quarterback with hot man cum. They pulled out, their cocks both slimey, and switched places. They rolled Mitch onto his back, his head hanging off the bed. Without a moments rest, they both slammed their still hard cocks into his open, available holes, spearing him once again. The cock that had been in his ass was covered in a brown slime, but this was soon cleaned off by Mitch's clinging throat as it forced it's way down past his toncils. "Fuck yea guys," moaned coach, "Bust that faggot open! Put that Viagra to good use. He'll be begging for mercy before this night is over! He'll learn what it means to be a cumdump!" I don't know how long these guys fucked him, but it was a while. I heard another knock on the door as coach admitted the next man into the room. "Fuck yea!" the new guy exclaimed as he looked down on the star quarterback taking cock deep in both his holes. "Your next trick is already here boy." sneered coach. "I don't think you'll be getting much rest tonight!" Soon the first two men were dumping their second loads each into Mitch's already sore and abused holes. After they pulled out, the ass fucker stuck his now deflating cock into Mitch's mouth to clean it off. Coach grabbed a fat sharpie pen and proceeded to write "FAGGOT JOCK CUMDUMP PLEASE USE ME!!" on Mitch's chest. He rolled him over on his back and wrote "CUM IN HERE" above his ass, with arrows pointing to his hole, and across his shoulders he wrote, "FAGGOT'S CUMLOAD TALLY" with 4 slash marks underneath. "That's a good start for the night!" he said as the new stranger slid his hard cock into Mitch's wet hole.

Part 3. "Why did you come here?" Dan had been asking himself the same question that the muscly, tattooed guy now fucking his hole with fervour, asked. "I want it" Dan moaned his face to one side against the cool white wall of the dark corridor. Both hands were against the wall and the stud now fucking him had his hands on both dan's hips as he forced his cock into Dan's smooth tight hole. "What do you want, slut? Tell me" his aggressor demanded. "Poz" Dan could barely vocalise his desire, but he knew that word was in it. "You want poz dick, poz loads, or you want me to give you a poz dick of your own?" Questioned the tattoo stud "yes. Please!" Was all Dan could manage to say, his brain clouded with vodka, poppers and lust. "I'm gonna give you all three, so get ready. My load is toxic, no meds here, just my precum is you is already ruining you" Dan felt a stab of fear momentarily but it was swiftly overwhelmed by carnal desire as the cock inside him hit his sweet spot over and over. "You'll remember this night, remember me pozzing you, you'll jerk off over this for years", Dan was already jerking like crazy edging himself to brink and back, not willing to cum before he'd accepted another load inside him. "I know you're type, a proper chaser. You started off being a safe puppy but after your first bare fuck you know you'd never do it any other way. I bet you spend hours reading stories online of guys getting stealthed and gifted. Now you're finally doing it for real!" He was right, Dan knew, that was exactly how it happened. He knew how fucked up it was, and he couldn't even remember when it was that every time he jerked off he was thinking about being pozzed. He'd tried to find ways to forget about it, but only fucking bareback could come close to satisfying his need. He'd meet guys who wanted it raw, set his Grindr filter to 'poz', he'd stealthed those boys who weren't willing to take it raw, but this was what that had all been leading up to. He felt the sweaty body of his stud pressing against him, his cock forcing its way inside deeper and deeper. He'd seen how this tattooed top had pumped full the twink on the bed, filling him with seed, infecting him from the inside, and now he craved it. "Fuck, I gonna cum in you. I hope you wanna be poz for real, cause it's about to happen!" With that he felt his hole stretched wider that it had been before and the warmth of cum exploding inside him. It seemed like forever before his cock stopped pulsing inside Dan, but eventually he pulled out, and turning his latest bottom prize around found Dan's lips, kissing him passionately. Tattoo rand his hands over Dan's slim, toned body, rubbing his thick hard cock and worked his lips downwards, kissing and caressing as he went. His mouth found Dan's cock and Dan threw his head back as the stud expertly sucked him. He felt a finger in his hole, pushing the fresh cum deeper inside and Dan let out a moan as his cock tensed and he exploded for the second time, sending wave after wave of cum down the tattooed stud's throat. Dan sank down the wall to the floor and moments later he found himself with a large O written in red on his chest. He admired the muscled behind of his latest gifter walking away down the corridor as he put his fingers to his hole, he could almost feel the burning of the toxic seed inside him as it started to invade him. With a smirk, at nothing in particular, he pulled himself up and walked down the dim corridor to the next room with an open door wondering what on earth else might be in store tonight. To be continued...

I have had many bests , but here are two that spring immediately to mind: Met a guy on craigslist, arranged to have him over. While he was on the way my roomie shows up with about 10 friends. Managed to get a hold of the guy prior to him walking in, and he told me he was parking at the convenience store not even a block away. I walked over, blew him in his car (middle of the day, busy plaza), swallowed every drop. Held my head down at one point since the car besides him was loading their car to leave. After he shot a massive five day load down my throat, I left and walked home. Another place I frequent for public hookups is the high school by my house. The way it is situated, you can see the two main roads on either size, and a huge back field behind you with houses two or three blocks away at the end. Many times I'd bring my top over there in the evening where we could fuck in what feels like the wide open, but being just hidden enough from everyone not to cause alarm. Once a dog Walker happened upon us and bred me deep using my tops first load as lube. Its my fav place to hook up

Most of the time I can't, but nothing is hotter than knowing what is in you.

At the time a guy cums inside me sometimes I feel it, sometimes I do not immediately feel it. Probably depending on how much cum is shot and how much lube is in my ass or so. But one real feeling part of the joy of getting your ass full of cum has been a very intense and addictive feeling for me ever since the day I lost my virginity: the feeling of cum slowly leaking out of your ass bit by bit during many hours after you got bred. On top of the nice leaking feeling, its so hot that you can intensely enjoy it while you are all dressed again, in the company of people that have not got the smallest idea that you are enjoying the feeling of cum leaking from your ass :-P The above of course implies that you do NOT run to the toilet to trash the treasure as soon as it is given to you, but on this site I take it for granted that everybody knows how a bottom is supposed to properly treat cum with the respect it deserves...

From my first time I have always been able to feel a top cumming inside me. The way he is fucking is an easy way to tell when he's getting close, and then feeling his cock swelling inside me. I love the pulses and getting so wet inside. My top pushing in deep so his seed is as far inside me as he can get it. The true feeling of being bred where instinct takes over and the need of the top to pass his DNA along and keep his bloodline going is beyond his control. My job as a bottom is to be the fertile breeding ground for his potent seed.

I think there shouldn't be one

Romania the age of consent is 12 Been there done that

At this point of the day, all three of us were bred with poz cum, and all was right with the world. I finally was bred by my hot boyfriend, by his poz support group buddy, and by another charged guy in the bathhouse. We left the dark room and headed downstairs for a shower and a Jacuzzi. It was good to take a break with Brad and Justin for a couple minutes. Brad said, "Rik, you still have all those poz loads in you?" "Yeah," I replied, "Gonna try and hold them in for a while." Brad asked, "Are you gonna be OK if you convert to being poz?" Justin joked, "I know of a good support group, if you need it!" I laughed, "We might need to call them up and have them stop by to breed me!" Brad and Justin looked at each other and smiled. Justin said with a wink, "We need to convert your boy. I'll start calling the support group guys and get them over here!" With that, they high-fived each other. Brad leaned over and gave me a kiss and said, "I want to help you get pozzed so we can cum in each other from now on. We'll get some newly converted guys to breed you." I said, "Yeah, I want that. I want two boyfriends so we can breed each other all the time." Justin said, "I need you guys too. We need to swap strains forever!" Brad and Justin looked behind me and both smiled. Brad said quietly, "Here we go..." My back was towards the Jacuzzi steps, so I didn't see who was getting in with us, but I caught his backside as he passed by to take a seat. He was tall like Brad, probably 6'5", lean, dark hairy legs and not much of a butt (which is fine with me). He sat across from me and took my breath away. He had a sexy hairy chest and had some scruff on his face. He looked me in the eyes and said, "I hear you're neg and want to get pozzed, is that right?" He didn't make any attempt to keep it quiet, and in fact said it loud enough for the other guys in the area to hear. My face went three shades of red. This was another defining moment for me. Either I'm in or I'm out. "Yeah" I said softly. Tall, dark and handsome said, "I didn't hear what you said, say it again." "Yes." "Yes, what?" It was time to own what I want. "I'm neg and I'm taking poz cum today. I want to be pozzed." I said it loud enough for him and most of the first floor to hear. My heart was pounding like a motherfucker. Tall, dark and handsome just smiled back at me. "I like that. Have you taken any loads yet?" "A couple," I said. "I pointed to Brad and Justin.”They bred me a couple hours ago." Tall, dark and handsome said, "That's hot. I have a high viral load, so if you want some of this, I'm in 215." The then stood up and showed me his rock hard uncut 9" cock that was pointing up to one of the sexiest biohazard tattoos I've never seen. He reached over to tweak my nipples and I grabbed his poz cock and felt his low-hangers. All I could say was "Oh yeah, I need that!" With that, he walked out of the Jacuzzi, dried off and left. Justin said "Well, that was hot!" "Oh my god," said Brad. "He's smokin' hot ... And it sounds like he'll help get the job done." I said, "Let's dry off and take a walk." We dried off and got new towels again. Well, Brad and Justin got towels. They said I needed to be naked for the rest of the day. And I was OK with that. At the front desk, I noticed a magic marker laying on a clipboard. I had an idea. I asked the attendant, "Can I write something down real quick? I'll give it right back." He handed it under the window and went back to checking in people. Both Brad and Justin looked at me wondering what the fuck I was up to. I grabbed Justin and gave him a big sloppy kiss, and did the same to Justin. I presented the marker and said, "Write on me. Let guys see what we're doing." It was like instant Viagra. All three of us were rock hard at the idea. Brad turned me around and drew an arrow from my mid-back pointing down to my asshole. He handed the marker to Justin. "That's all you got? That's lame" said Justin. I felt Justin writing stuff all over my backside. I had no idea what he was doing, but my precum was oozing all over. "There, that's how you do it." Justin said, handing it back to Brad. Brad said, "Turn around" and started writing on me. They both had big smiles and were really getting into this. He wrote on my pecs, abs, down to my pubes and cock. He stood up to admire his work and Justin nodded his head in approval. They high-fived each other and then Justin gave the marker back to the attendant. Justin said, "Let's go back upstairs, we can get other guys to write oh him more if we need to." My balls were aching at this point, I really needed to blow my load, but it wasn't time yet. I don't think there was anyone in the building that didn't know my story earlier, but they sure do now. As we walked the halls, guys would give me a look and then give me a nod. There were two black guys in the hallway talking as we walked up. One of them looked at me and said, "Rik - the Neg bugchaser?" Brad answered for me and said, "Yeah, we're filling him up with charged loads ... Rik, bend over and show him your hole!" Right there in front of anyone walking by, I bent over and spread my asscheeks. Both black guys rubbed their hands over my ass. One of them slid a finger inside my hole and said to his friend, "he's loose already." He went from one finger to two fingers to four fingers very quickly. I moaned, "OH fuck yeah, that feels great! Feel my cunt!" My cock was drooling precum at both the humiliation and how slutty I was becoming. Justin said, "We're in 213 if you want more of this slut." The guy slowly pulled his fingers out of my ass, and I felt cum ooze out and run down my legs. We continued our walk, making sure guys saw us walking around with hard-ons and my freshly inked advertising written on me. When Brad saw someone in a room, or when we would pass someone in the hallway, he said "213," making sure guys knew our room number. We turned the corner and coming our direction was Dave and Bruce, two guys from 24 Hour Fitness. Brad and I have known them from the gym for a long time. I didn't plan on seeing anyone I know here today. They both stopped and stared at me, while reading what was written on my body. Dave said, "What's up with this? What are you guys doing?" Justin said, "Isn't it apparent? We're pozzing him up!" Brad reached behind me and slipped a couple fingers up my hole. My eyes rolled into the back of my head and how hot it was. I looked at them and said, "I need a charged load up my hole." Dave and Bruce just replied, "Oh!" and kept on walking. I'm not sure whose world was rocked more, theirs or mine. I suppose those gossip queens will be talking this up on Monday at the gym, since they know everyone in town. We got back to the room and I finally got a look at what my poz boyfriends wrote on me. Reading backwards I could read "poz me" "cumslut" "neg4poz" and I had no idea what Justin did on my backside. Didn't care - just glad that the two most important guys in my life are getting me gifted. I laid on the mattress on my back as we got settled. Brad left the door open and then turned to me. "Let's get you some poisoned cum" he said. Justin straddled my head and lowered his cock into my mouth. Brad raised my legs up and handed them to Justin. Brad then slid his poz cock up my cummy hole. He worked in and out slowly, not trying to cum, but trying to attract breeders. I heard Justin say, "You want to breed our boyfriend? Leave the door open and fuck him." I felt some hands feeling up my body, tweaking my nipples, feeling my abs and my cock and balls. Brad said, "He needs poz cum. Can you help him out?" "Yeah, I can charge him up" was all I heard before I felt a huge cock slam up my hole. Justin pulled out of my mouth so I could see my new breeder. He was one of the black guys we saw in the hallway, and clearly I missed seeing his huge cock when me met earlier. My new breeder said, "My buddy won't let me fuck him ... and the way your hole felt, I knew I had to poz you." Just then his buddy walked in and asked, "Can I watch?" Justin asked, "Do you want to fuck his face while your buddy breeds this cumdump?" With no hesitation, he climbed up and fed me his uncut cock. Justin took this opportunity to feel up the guy in my mouth, as I knew Brad was feeling up the guy who was in my asshole. I could hear the other guys in the room jacking their lubed cocks as they watched me get bred. It was hot knowing everyone there knew what I'm chasing. I heard the guy fucking my mouth say to Justin, "Yeah, rub your cock on my asshole ... I'm close." Justin said, "If you don't blow your load down his throat, I'm going to breed you!" Brad took Justin's cue and said to the guy fucking me, "Feel my cock against your hole? My precum is getting you all wet. I might have to breed you too!" "Breed him, Justin" "Yeah, you breed yours "Brad" Neither of my poz boyfriends had a chance to slide inside, because the nasty poz chat had the black guys all worked up. The guy fucking me yelled, "Here I go, bitch! I'm cumming up your hole!" The guy in my mouth said "Fuck! Here I go too!" Simultaneously, I got huge loads that must have been saved up for days. The guy still in my ass said, "I haven't fucked a neg guy since I converted. I love that." These hot guys creamed both of my holes. I swallowed up as much as I could, but some escaped onto my face. My asshole was leaking like crazy, but it felt amazing. Both guys pulled out and gave me a couple pats on my ass, and then they walked out. Brad and Justin sat on the bed next to me and said, "That was hot, but he needs more poz cum." They both bent down to give me a three-way kiss so the three of us could make out. I couldn't love these two more than I did right then. While we were making out, I felt a new hand rub my ass. I moaned softly and opened my legs to our new guest without looking. Brad and Justin silently checked the guy out and then returned to making out. The guy playing with my ass had three fingers up my hole and was working up to four. "Fuck that feels good" I said to Justin and Brad. "He's making my hole feel great." The boys whispered words of encouragement to relax my hole, that I need to open it up. I felt his fingers work in and out of my hole, and felt him tuck his thumb in with his other four fingers. "Yeah, open up for me," our new guest said. "I’m here to give you the fuck-flu!" It was Tall, Dark and Handsome.

This past Thursday Evening, a 23 year old twinkie, 5'5", probably 115 lbs soaking wet, came over wanting to have some fun. He had texted me an idea of what he wanted, foot play, watersports, and some BB sex! He arrived late in the evening and after a few moments of conversation he got on his knees in front of me and started taking off my shoes while sniffing and licking them, then he proceeded to lick and taste my feet with my socks still on, going back and forth from one foot to the other, eventually pulling my socks off with his mouth. For the next 10 minutes he proceeded to lick my feet and suck my toes while I just laid back on the couch and enjoyed the sensation. I almost felt bad about putting on dirty socks and not washing my feet, but he knew better than to complain. Once I had my fill of foot play, I pulled out a Calvin Klein jockstrap for him to put on, watched him strip in front of me while changing into the jock. Nice, lean, tight body, tan all over, must swim naked I then took the action to the bathroom where I have a walk-in shower that easily fits 2 to 3 people, he got on his knees and started to suck my cock through my underwear, now all this time I've been needing to piss so once his mouth started massaging my bulge I let the stream loose, just a little at first, and then full flow, I pulled my cock out, taking off my underwear, and pissed in his mouth, all over his body, covered his face, there wasn't much of him that was left dry by the time I finished that first shower. Now I was ready for his ass, had him get up and turn around, bracing himself with flat palms against the shower wall, I spit on my cock, spit on his hole, fingered him a bit and then lined up to fuck that ass... Probably stayed in that position about 10 minutes, only stopping to take the urine soaked jock off his ass and shove it in his mouth. By now I had to piss again, so I did, in his ass to start, and then I pulled out and watered his back. At this point we stopped to take a quick rinse in the shower and moved to the bed, he got on all 4s, ass ready and open for some more fucking, I gave him a shoe and sock to play with while I played with his now open hole, without much to do, rammed my cock forward and plowed that ass for a good 15 minutes, changing it up from fast and hard, slow and swivel, pulling out all the way and then ramming it as hard and deep as possible, I wanted this ass in every way possible. Finally when I came, I pulled out, keeping the tip on his hole, shot my load on his ass and then pushed in to finish deep, make sure that his entire inner lining was coated with cum! To finish we went back to the shower, I pissed once more on him while he sucked on that dirty jock that was on the shower floor from earlier, I pulled the jock out of his mouth and proceeded to wring it dry over him and into his open mouth all while he was stroking himself to a finish, once he came, while still on his knees, head back with mouth wide open, I just threw the jock at him and thanked him for being such a good fuck!