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Went into a clothing store earlier today to buy a new pair of jeans. It was quiet and the young guy behind the counter (about 21) was eyeing me off. I went into the change booth to get changed and after a couple of minutes I saw a shadow like someone was standing outside the booth. I opened the door and the guy from behind the counter was standing there with his hard cock out, stroking it. Saying nothing I let him in and proceeded to get naked. He got naked too and smashed my hole for a good 10 mins before unloading inside me. He got dressed, walked out and went behind the counter. I got a 15% discount on my jeans.

I love showing affection to my brother in public as he is receptive to it and he gives it back.

Part 20 - The Singer Jordan was up early doing his rounds before many of the guests surfaced, Daniel had drifted off to sleep by the time Jordan had left. He told Anderson not to disturb him until 9am when he would come back for breakfast. The sun was just beginning to peer over the horizon as Jordan was walking along the pristine beach, he stopped to chat with the deck boys who were responsible for keeping everything just so on the beach and pool terrace. Cael was having an early morning dip before he started work, Jordan waved at him continuing his walk around up to the Orchid Wing pool terrace. His key card opened the gate and he walked through noticing a lone swimmer in the pool, his gaze was averted by the scene and how serene and tranquil this pool area was. Guests were beginning to enjoy coffee on their verandas, many of whom said good morning to Jordan as he wandered across the terrace, the swimmer had stopped and was getting out of the pool. "Morning Jordan" Sam said with a beaming smile and still mesmerised how fit and good looking he was. Jordan smiled and walked over "Good morning Sam, how was your swim?". "Great and this place is amazing, so much more private than the Sandy Lane down the coast" Sam replied drying himself. Jordan chuckled "That is good to hear, did you sleep well?". Sam looked and responded in a rather flirty fashion "Oh yes, very very well". Jordan shook his head smiling he knew Sam was flirting with him "Excellent, and is Morgan looking after you?". "Yes he is. Jordan are you allowed to join me for coffee?" Sam asked trying to hide his shyness. Jordan smiled "Of course I am allowed, but this morning I have breakfast with my partner". Sam shuffled his feet "Ah okay, it's just I'm not use to being so alone like this". Jordan looked at him "What do you mean alone, I thought you would have a whole heap of friends". "No, most of them just see the famous me so it is quite a lonely existence" Sam replied. Just them Jordan's phone beeped he excused himself for one moment explaining it was his hotel phone, he saw it was Daniel 'Where are you, breakfast is ready'. Jordan smiled and typed quickly 'Tell Anderson we have are 3 for breakfast be there in 2 minutes'. Jordan tentatively responded "I guess people see the fame and money aspect and not the person?". Sam finally relaxed his body "Yes you hit the nail on the head. I thought I needed alone time but this is way to alone". "I did read somewhere you had a partner?" Jordan asked him. Sam laughed "Yeah, he tried to screw me over selling pictures all the time, so no partner anymore". "Come on Sam your having coffee and breakfast with us" Jordan said not giving the chance to say no. Sam looked at Jordan "Us?". "Yes, come on" Jordan walked over to the terrace gate and opened it with his key card. Sam giggled "So you are in the suite next to me?" Jordan smiled and nodded opening the gate and calling out "Danny we have a guest for breakfast". Daniel looked up from his book and put it down "Oh excellent". "Sam this is Daniel my partner" Jordan said introducing them. Daniel walked over towards them "Hello Sam, nice to officially meet you". Sam shook his head smiling "Hi Daniel, sorry I didn't realise Jordan had a partner or even gay". "Come sit Sam" Jordan said and then looked at Daniel "I think Sam was feeling a little lonely". Daniel sat down "Well it can get like that hidden away here". "Thank you both, you get use to people forcing themselves on you wanting to be best mates" Sam responded. Daniel and Jordan sat and listened to Sam during breakfast, it appeared to both of them that although he had a possy of people running around him it was a very lonely existence being so famous and single, normality in a true sense was now hard to come by. They were getting on pretty well due to Sam being relaxed around them, Jordan looking at the time realised he would have to get back to work and went over to kiss Daniel. "Back to work Danny boy" he said kissing him on the head. Daniel pinched Jordan's arse "Okay miss you already" he chuckled. Sam stood up "I should go and leave you in peace Daniel". Daniel looked over at Sam "No, sit back down you don't have to go". Jordan leaned in and whispered to Daniel "Invite him for dinner if you like". Daniel nodded and kissed Jordan then looked at Sam "We can spend the day together if you like Sam". "Yes please I would like the company" Sam replied eagerly. Jordan left them to it just as Anderson brought fresh coffee out and poured it for them, they spent an hour mindlessly wittering away to each other. Sam was now on 'Danny' terms instead of the formal Daniel, it was fair to say that Sam was gobsmacked when he found out that Daniel's family owned the Salinger Hotel Group. Daniel found Sam a pair of sunglasses and a baseball cap so that he couldn't be easily recognised, they wandered out of the Orchid Wing and down on to the beach and got Cael to put some sunbeds close to the sea. Daniel and Sam swam and sunbathed whilst Cael looked after them both as well as being look out for any unwanted attention. Sam laid back on his bed a little out of breath at the swim they had just done but happy, it had been ages since he was able to really chill out and no be on his guard all the time. The 5 days seemed to go by quickly and Sam had become good friends with Daniel and Jordan, he had spent most of his time sunbathing and swimming with Daniel and joining them both for dinner in the evenings. They swapped phone numbers promising to meet up when they were back in the UK next week as Sam wanted to take them out for dinner for their kindness. Sam had already sent messages to some of his closest showbiz friends telling them how amazing the hotel was for privacy. Jordan had also by this time been to the British Embassy and received a resident visa which allowed him to work and stay longer in the UK. There last couple of days on the island were bliss, Jordan had a knack at running the hotel, friendly but not stuffy like some of the top hotels on the island. Sofie returned and took back over the running of the hotel leaving Daniel and Jordan one day of alone time before they flew back to the UK. The flight back to the UK was surprisingly good taking in to account that Steve was not attending to them, Callum had put the whole family and Jordan on the airlines VIP list which went to explain why they received private escorts to their seats and the impeccable service on board. They only had a couple of weeks before they were due to fly out to LA for thanksgiving during which time they would have a lot to cram in. It was early evening when Daniel and Jordan were sat on the sofa cuddling up back in England, tired and jetlagged from their flight but fighting to stay awake so their bodies adjusted. The weather had turned much colder as autumn had really set in, they sat chatting about their trip to LA with Jordan expressing his concerns over being back there knowing that Sage would probably be angry, the last thing he wanted to do was put Daniel or anyone at risk knowing what he was capable of. Daniel assured Jordan that they would not stray far from Nicky and Kit's mansion for the 4 days they would be there. Their phone pinged simultaneously, Jordan looked and saw a message from Nicky saying she would be in London day after tomorrow for a publicity event for 2 nights. Jordan asked if they should invite her to stay, Daniel gave a thumbs up to lazy to move any other part of his body that was snuggled up against Jordan. Nicky responded outlining her plans and that she would love to stay, seeing that her second night was free they decided to host dinner. Jordan sent a message out to the Bajan Group 'Dinner at Daniel's on Wednesday evening' the replies came back quickly all yes's except Kit who was staying behind with the children in LA. Jordan then sent a text to Lucy inviting them and then pondered for a moment, he asked Daniel if they should invite Sam as well, again Jordan stuck his thump in the air and murmured yes. By the time they decided to head up to bed everyone had accepted. Daniel and Jordan found themselves travelling to the airport on Tuesday morning to meet Nicky, deciding to use the company limo meant neither would have to drive. Much to their surprise Callum met them at arrivals and had them security cleared to go airside and wait in the clubhouse whilst he went to the plane to collect her. It wasn't long before they both appeared, Nicky wearing a baseball hat and sunglasses looked extremely out of place causing Daniel and Jordan to laugh at her when she sat down. They spent half an hour having a quick catch up and then proceeded through arrivals, the doors from customs swung open as they exited to numerous flashes going off. The papparazzi knew she had boarded a flight in LA so they were stood waiting for several hours to catch the photo of her arrival in to the UK ahead to the chat show she was doing that evening. To Jordan the baseball cap and sunglasses now made sense, they all clambered to get the photo that could be sold to the press for top dollar. Callum, Daniel and Jordan would also find themselves the following day spread across the globe in print. One person in particular who was paying much more interest in her publicity was Sage, for the first time he got a very good look at the now named man 'Daniel Salinger from the Salinger Hotel Group' as accompanying the star. The second photo below showed Nicky and Jordan laughing with each other, Sage sat back laughing he then phoned the newspaper to reveal who one of the 'Unamed male persons' was in the photo. He now had a chance to destroy Jordan publicly and humiliate him all from one phone call. Nicky eventually surfaced from her bedroom at 1pm and joined the boys in the kitchen for some much needed coffee she was on the phone talking with Kit with a serious look on her face, she hung up and looked at them both. "Guys I think you should be prepared for a shit storm about to happen" Nicky spoke with an upset look. Daniel looked to Jordan and then back at Nicky "What is it?". "They have found out Jordan use to do gay porn and the rumours have started" she put her phone down on the kitchen table. Jordan looked a little shock "Well I knew it would catch up one day, but what sort of rumours?". "We are apparently having a torrid love affair in London" she said looking at Jordan. Jordan sat there looking shocked "I am so sorry Nicky" he said. "Don't be silly Jordan I am use to it, but it's you I am more worried about as it is intrusive" she looked at them both. Jordan shook his head "I promise you it won't bother me Nicky". Daniel returned with his tablet and started going through the English press but nothing was there yet but there was one link to a Hollywood publication that he clicked on, the three of them looked waiting for the page to load then sat there in silence reading it. 'Famous Movie Star In Romantic Fling With Gay Porn Star', they looked at each other and continued reading 'Spotted with her new love interest in London?, American gay porn star Jordan with his dashing suave looks and perfectly defined features made several gay porn movies, which at best were only mildly hot but the acting was dire. His looks obviously caught the eye of Nicky whilst hubby is thousands of miles away babysitting.' There were a couple of links to some of his porn movies and the photo of them laughing looking at each other. Nicky looked at Daniel whilst Jordan read over the article again. "Bastards" he shouted "how dare they say my acting was dire" he burst out laughing. Daniel laughed "They don't know you like I do though". Nicky sat down "Welcome to the fame game Jordan". They sat drinking coffee talking and laughing, Jordan had a suspicion that Sage was probably behind this. Daniel was surprised when his mother and father turned up with bags of shopping, she knew Daniel only to well that he would leave it to the last minute to get the food in for dinner. Jordan and Nicky helped Lucy out preparing dinner whilst Daniel and his father set the dining room table, they then went out to get wine. By the time they arrived back everything was prepared only to find Lucy, Jordan and Nicky sat in the lounge having a cheeky drink after all their hard work. Lucy inquired who the eighth person was but Daniel was not giving anything away so Jordan kept tight lipped as well. Lucy and David went to the kitchen to check on dinner whilst the others showered and changed eventually reappearing shortly before 7pm, at the same time Steve and Callum arrived. David played host and poured drinks, Steve was driving but Daniel insisted they stayed over as they had plenty of bedrooms. Just after 7.15pm the front gate buzzer went off and Daniel excused himself, he opened the gates and went to the front door to greet the new guest. Sam got out of the back seat and asked Daniel what time the driver should pick him up. Daniel chuckled before telling Sam he could stay over as the other guests were as well, Sam shrugged his shoulders and told the driver to pick him up at 10am. Sam walked to where Daniel stood "What others?" a look of shyness appeared on his face. "Family and friends" Daniel replied before taking Sam's hand "Come on". They walked in to the kitchen where everyone was chatting "Everyone this is our guest" Daniel called out. Sam smiled when he saw Nicky as they had met a couple of times at award ceremonies, he felt immediately more relaxed. Steve and Callum stopped dead in their tracks mouths open, Daniel laughed at their expressions before introducing them. Callum could only muster three wow's at this point. He introduced Sam to his mother and father where Sam praised them on their amazing hotel in Barbados, Sam gave Jordan and Nicky a hug. It was during dinner that Lucy invited Sam to the opening of the LA hotel in January. Sam was only to happy "Let me know the dates and I will block it out in my diary" he said. "Thank you Sam and I will do" she smiled then turned to Nicky "I was kind of hoping you might open the hotel Nicky?". Nicky smiled "You know I will Lucy". Sam interrupted "Oh hang on, if she's opening it, then I want to sing a couple of numbers" he laughed. Lucy laughed "Okay, actually you have given me another idea but enough hotel talk at dinner". They moved in to the lounge to have coffee, Lucy approached Sam asking if he would endorse the hotels rooftop bar and mind having it named after him. Sam loved the idea at finally getting a bar of his own, well sort of anyway. They all chatted away until the early hours and Lucy had found out everything she wanted to know about Steve and Callum. What had become evident was they both liked their jobs but didn't see themselves at the airline much longer, they both loved Barbados and even more so now they could stay at the Salinger hotel there. By 2am the group dispersed and went to their bedrooms for some much need sleep. Over the next couple of weeks Daniel and Jordan have dined out with Sam only to find themselves plastered over the British press one morning, they had spent a few days with Daniel's sister and husband who both loved Jordan straight away. Steve and Callum would often pop over when neither were working and Daniel's father and Jordan worked out together each morning. It was on one of these mornings Daniel was sat drinking coffee with his mother after finishing their morning swim in their pool. Lucy put her coffee down on the table "So how are things going with Jordan?". "Amazing mother, sometimes I could cry just being around him, I love him so much" his dreamy look said it all. Lucy smiled "I know Danny, you were never this happy with Greg". Daniel mused for a moment "I don't think I ever actually loved him going by how I feel now". Lucy sipped her coffee "That's what I mean. So are you all packed for tomorrow?". "Oh, not yet doing that this afternoon, it is going to be quite a thanksgiving" Daniel said looking at his mother. Jordan and David showered at the gym and then sat in the changing room drying off, most people had already worked out and left for work so it was just the two of them joking and laughing around. David looked at Jordan "Can I ask you something Jordan?". "David, I hope we were past that and could be open with each other" Jordan replied looking at him. "Yes indeed, what do you see happening with Danny and yourself?" David sat down on the bench. Jordan stopped and continued starring in to his locker "What do you mean David?". David pulled his socks on "I mean your future together". Jordan rummage in his bag then turned to David "I just haven't found the courage yet" showing David the ring. A big smile grew across David's face "Don't worry about the courage, you will know when the time is right". Jordan looked at David "Is it to much to quickly?". David shook his head "Just keep the ring on you when you can. And lets keep this between us". Jordan put the ring back "Do you think Lucy would be okay with this?". David laughed "Lucy would be happy if Danny is happy Jordan". They finished changing and headed home to have lunch with Daniel and Lucy. The rest of the day they spent packing suitcases again looking forward to their LA trip.

I haven't written in a while but the other day, something happened which I just had to share with you all. My husband is a shopaholic and orders orders stuff online all the time. Because of our work schedules are at odds, I often find his purchases are delivered when I am at home. This past week, I was in the shower and I heard the doorbell ring. He had mentioned a package would arrive that day, and it would require a signature, so I quickly pulled on a towel and ran downstairs. The UPS delivery guy that stood there when I opened the door was a handsome 40 something year old Middle Eastern looking wolf. Dark beard with extremely hairy arms and legs. He was bout 6'2" and maybe about 300lbs. Seemed muscular and was almost too big for his uniform. He addressed me, asking me to confirm my name. As it turned-out the package was for me. He handed me a small box and asked me to sign his clipboard. I fumbled with the box and clip board, particularly as my towel was working loose, and I had visions of it falling to the floor. Still, I successfully juggled the package, the clipboard and my towel, and everything satisfactorily handled, we exchanged the proper niceties I stepped back into the house. I had barely gotten inside and placed the box on the kitchen counter when I received this text message: "Hey, this is Sander. I just delivered your package. I was wondering if I could bother you for a glass of water?" I was slightly surprised, but still I replied by text "Of course, no problem." Upon opening the front door I found Sander standing on my threshold. "Thank you so much. You know how hot it is out there," he remarked. "No worries, come in," I said, motioning him inside. As he entered the house and walked past me, I got a whiff of that distinct odor that was unmistakably man musk. He was obviously sweating in the heat outside. His arm air glistening in the sunlight that entered the house through the front door. I could see the pit stains over his UPS uniform. My ass involuntarily twitched, but I checked myself, shut the door, leading him into the kitchen where I pulled out a water bottle from the fridge and handed it to him. He looked around the living room and kitchen and said, "Wow. This place is really dark. All the windows and blinds down." "Oh yeah. We have neighbors and I don't want them to see me naked in the house," I honestly replied. He took a big gulp of the water bottle I had handed him and downed it in one go. He then turned to me and stared at me with his dark beady eyes. I looked right back. He moved closer to me until he was towering over my small 5'6" 135lb frame. Neither of us said a word. His face was tense, almost angry. My heart started to race and I could feel it thumping loudly in my chest. He was right in front of me, less than a foot from me. I could smell his rank body odor. His presence was overwhelming. I realized that neither of us had spoken or looked away from each other for a good minute or so. I took a deep breath in. He moved his hand and placed it over my head pushing me down. I knew what I was supposed to do. In the next few seconds I was on my knees fumbling with his belt and shorts trying to get access to his baby maker. I unbuckled him and opened his shorts to see his black Jockey briefs. Now normally I would take my time but somehow I knew I had to be fast. I pulled down his shorts and briefs to his size thirteen shoes and saw the most gorgeous thickest black bush of pubes with a nice thick 7" semi uncut cock. His crotch smelled pungent and his cock was cheesy and leaking precum. His hairy balls hung low and were wet with sweat. I quickly lapped up some of the sweat on his balls before starting to suckle on his ripe dirty cheesy cock which was increasing in length and girth every second. The smegma made his dick taste salty. I suckled on his cock as if it was my last moment on earth. By this point his dick was a full nine inches, and was as thick as a coke bottle. I started to choke as I swallowed it whole my nose and lips buried deep into his sweaty pubes. He started to moan. I felt his hands on my head forcing my face to remain buried there with his whole member inside my mouth and deep in my throat. As I started to gag he pulled my head back and said, "Its too big for your mouth." He guided me back up to my feet. My towel by this time was on the kitchen floor. He looked at my body and smiled. He then quickly turned me over and bent me over the counter. I spread my feet apart as I took a deep breath preparing for what I knew was going to be painful. He spit on his fingers and roughly manhandled my ass. I hadn't been fucked in weeks and I was tight. And then just like that, he placed one hand on my mouth and in one forceful and excruciating stroke pushed his thick donkey dick inside of my tight ass. I let out a loud squeal and tried to move away from him, but he knew what would happen and was prepared for it. With his large hand on my mouth and his other one wrapped tightly around my waist, there was no escaping. As tears of pain rolled down my eyes I knew he was inside me and he had full control over my body. He owned me in that moment. He started to thrust deep into me. With every stroke I gasped. He was rearranging my insides with his huge cock. As he kept going I waited for the pain to get better but it didn't. It seemed like this beast was going to get rougher and rougher with every stroke. Suddenly I felt his pace quicken. His thrusts became more forceful. More painful. Deeper. I knew what was happening. He started to grunt in the most animalistic, feral snorts I could imagine and, with stroke after stroke, volley after volley, the thick seed from his sweaty balls emptied into my ass. I looked at our reflection in the stainless steel refrigerator. Here was a giant BULL over twice my size towering over me with his donkey dick inside my small ass pumping me full of his superior seed. After about fourteen volleys, he was finished breeding me. He had emptied all the DNA in his balls completely into me. I was his sow. Just like that he pulled out of my hole leaving it gaping and full of his sperm. I turned around and turned my attention to his dick. It was damp and sticky with a mixture of his seed and blood from when he ruined my asshole. I cleaned him up with my mouth and he quickly pulled up his shorts and said, "Thanks. I really needed a slut to empty into. I'm so glad you opened the door." I smiled back. My ass still hurting from the assault it had undergone, but I was proud of myself. He returned my smile, gave me a light swat on the ass, and quickly left to get back to his route. As I gathered my towel up from the kitchen floor I saw the box on the counter. It was a gift to me from my husband. The package an exquisitely beautiful watch. The card which accompanied the watch read "To my beautiful husband. This watch is to celebrate the last five years of love, loyalty and commitment to each other. I love you more every day." I smiled, not feeling the least bit guilty I had cheated on him yet again....

A major league baseball player. That’s as far as I’ll say

Part 11 We all were sweating and smelled like the dirty pig whores we were. Chuck pulled his cock out of my cunt in one yank and slapped me on the ass, while I stayed bent over the sofa. He turned to another stranger who was standing, watching me get fucked while playing with his dick and said “why don’t you fuck the whore? He looks like he could use another load in his cunt.” The guy got a big grin on his face and said “fuck yeah, man, that whore needs raped.” I didn’t even see him but the next thing I knew I felt another cock quickly sliding up my ass to the root. I felt his loose balls slap against my ass and was in heaven. I was being used again, and filled up with another of the countless dicks that had bred me today. I turned to look and Chuck was making out with the new guy that was breeding me, a sexy younger bear. The man in the suit had disappeared but a handsome older man had pushed Adam’s uniform pants down to the floor and was pounding his cunt and moaning loudly. “Damn, that fucking sailor pussy is tight.” Daddy was still smoking the pipe and shotgunning huge hits to Adam to get him as fucked up as we were. Chuck sat down on the sofa and leaned up to kiss me while he whispered more dirty pig talk. “Now you’ve got over 20 loads in your pussy, faggot. Your slammed up cunt feel good, whore?” I moaned while the new stranger cock in my hole was using me for exactly what I wanted. Another breeding. “Fuck yeah, Chuck. It feels so good to have more cock inside me. It’s what I need more than anything. More cock, more cum.” “That’s a good little fag boy. Eventually we’re all gonna give you loads of slam piss up your cunt. You want that, pig?” “I’m sure I do, but I don’t know what it means. What’s gonna happen?” As soon as I said that the man fucking me rammed his cock inside me all the way and I could feel him throbbing and shooting another load in my well raped cunt. “Fuck! I’m coming you nasty little whore! Your sloppy cunt just sucked the cum right out of me!” Chuck laughed and said “First I wanna watch your pretty little sailor friend suck all the sperm out of you, and get it all over his sexy face and beard. Then your Dad, sailor boy and I are gonna piss up your hole so you get another load of tina up your ass. You think you’re high now. Wait until that slam piss hits you like a ton of bricks. Maybe we’ll make sailor boy eat it out of your cunt too. I moaned and said “Fuck that sounds so hot! Please let all the men in the room who wanna use my pussy fuck it first.” As if on cue, the dick in my hole was replaced by another stranger’s cock that I couldn’t see. He shoved my head down into the sofa. I could only feel it being shoved up my cumdump, insisting on going where lots of cocks had gone before, and reveling in the sloppiness and all the loads, ready to lube him up. Chuck just laughed and said to the owner of the new cock that was raping me “Just use him. It’s what he’s for. I wonder if we can get 40 loads up his cunt tonight. He’s already up to 20.” “Fuck dude, really? He’s had 20 loads up his ass today?” “Yeah,” Chuck said, “that’s his Dad over there with the pipe. He’s been breeding the kid for years." The guy inside me said “Fuck that’s hot. His cunt is really fucking sloppy. I love a well used cumdump.” He had a really fat cock and it was opening my hole up, I wondered if it was ever going to close up again. I hoped it wouldn’t. I wanted to be open for any cock, any time. My whole purpose in life was to serve dicks with my cunt. Why make it hard for them to get inside? The guy fucking me started pounding me hard, and I moaned. “Please. Fuck. Me……” I trailed off and ended up just moaning. “Holy shit, man,” he said to Charlie, “this little whore really needs to get bred.” He started to pound my hole harder, and shoved his cock all the way inside me. I could feel another load pulsing into my ass. The guy fucking me got really quiet but was moaning “FUUUUUUUUCK” while I could feel his cock throbbing inside me, releasing its perfect sperm to knock me up. He pulled out and walked around to my head and said “Clean my cock off, faggot.” I opened my mouth and greedily sucked his cock, cleaning off all of the random loads of so many guys. Another guy walked into the room from the arcade and made a beeline for the sofa. He opened his shorts and a fat uncut dick flopped out. “You ready for another load, faggot?” Charlie laughed and said “I don’t think he can speak much now, can you pig? Just use him. He wants as many loads as he can get. All up his cunt.” “Sweet,” the guy said, and he slid his cock inside me. Charlie walked over to my Dad and got a shotgun of T from him and leaned down to pass it to me. The latest guy started up with a stream of pigtalk, telling me what a whore I was. What a nasty little fucking cumdump. He called me a faggot. And I knew it was all true. I am a faggot. I am a nasty cumdump. I never say no to cock or cum. I could tell that his endless talk was getting him turned on so I begged him for his load. “Fuck me dude. Fuck my cunt. You wanna breed me like everyone else has today? Add your sperm to my fucking pig hole? Breed it. Knock up my little fag cunt.” “You’re a nasty, dirty little whore. Here you go, faggot. TAKE MY FUCKING LOAD!” And he slammed his cock all the way in my cunt. Where so many had already gone today. I turned to the side and could see that another complete stranger had rammed his cock into Adam’s sweet little sailor cunt and was raping it for all he could. Daddy was passing Adam another shotgun of T and talking low in his ear. Adam just moaned and said “PLEASE BREED ME! I gotta have your cum!” The guy who was raping him laughed and said, “of course pig. That’s why my cock is shoved up your cunt. Need to unload inside a nasty little whore. Even better that he’s serving our country. Let my fat cock serve your cumdump. Dirty fucking pig!” The guy’s balls pulled up and I could tell he was unloading in Adam’s pussy. We needed to take a break. I was starting to get cramps in my legs from being bent over the couch. I sat down on the couch and snuggled up next to Daddy when he pulled a plug out of his bag and motioned for me to take it up my ass. Charlie looked at him and said “hang on a second, Mike,” then he looked at me and grinned. “Remember?” And I laughed and told Adam to lie down on the couch. He wasn’t quite sure what was happening until I crouched over him and put my hairy ass in his face. His tongue felt amazing on my hairy cunt. Adam used his hands to pull my cheeks apart and got his tongue in nice and deep, while leaned over and made out with Daddy and Charlie. I couldn’t stop moaning from the amazing feeling of his tongue mining my ass for loads. I had over 20 loads of jizz inside me, almost all of them from men I’d never seen before and never would see again. But their sperm inside me felt amazing and I knew I wanted more.

As I stand here in my giant bathroom, inspecting my naked body in the massive mirror, I find myself thinking about the road that led me here. I trace my fingers over the outlines of the amazing designs on my arms, and then reach up and touch the forbidding symbol on my left pec. I then turn, first left and then right, craning my neck back to see the words imprinted on my buttocks. If my former teammates could see me now. If my ex-girlfriend could see me now. That always makes me smile. My name’s Jake, and I’ve just turned 30. I live on my own in this huge house, bought two years ago when my numbers came up. But while I’m single, rarely a day goes by when there isn’t someone else here. Whether it’s a guy or two I have in the house as a guest, or a whole group of them in the playroom I had built in the garage after I moved in, there’s nearly always someone on hand to keep me entertained. But it wasn’t always this way. Over the next few chapters I will tell you how I became what I became, the things I did that I never thought I would, and how I ultimately emerged as a thirty year-old bearing the words that would forever mark me as what I am now: CUM DUMP. ------- My story starts when I was 26. I had recently changed jobs, finally getting my break as a proper consultant after being stuck in a seemingly never-ending graduate cycle at my previous firm. The rounds of interviews and assessments had been rigorous and taxing, but in the end it all paid off and I found myself finally getting somewhere with my career. The extra money meant Rachel and I could move out of her parents’ place in Hertfordshire and rent a decent flat in Camden, gaining our independence as well as about two hours extra a day with the shorter commute. The new job was hard going, but I loved being thrown in at the deep end and getting to show what I was capable of. Over time I earned praise from my managers and the colleagues around me, and was eventually assigned to a new project that I had been hoping to get on since I found out about it. I was going to be working as part of a team with some great guys, getting to travel to various European offices of the client who had commissioned the introduction of the new system we had developed. Lisbon, Barcelona, Milan, Munich, Stockholm, and many more, all paid for by the firm. I was so excited, although my mood was dampened by Rachel somewhat when she got in a huff about me travelling to all these places without her. She could be hard work sometimes. The first trip was to Lyon in France, and I excelled by being able to surprise the others with my competent grasp of French, a gift from the long hours I had spent being taught French by my maternal grandmother, a native to France. The trip went really well, and by the end of it my more senior colleagues in the team were no longer treating me like the new boy. Then came Barcelona, and that’s when everything changed. The job in Barca was a bit smaller as the client only had a small outpost there. As such, only four of us went this time, comprising me, Ben, Mitchell and Rob. Ben was the senior on the trip, whilst Mitch and Rob had been at the company for only a year or so longer than had I, so we were pretty much equals. To save a bit of money, (and as it was only for three nights), we were sharing two twin rooms in the hotel. Whereas normally at least the senior would get his own room and then the rest of us either sharing or also getting singles. As Mitch and Rob were good friends, it was only natural they took one of the two rooms, whilst Ben and I took the other. On the first night two guys and one of the women from the client’s office took us out for dinner, before leaving us to explore some of the bars in the old town. However, we were all a bit tired from the journey so didn’t stay out late. The next day was a busy one, but by late afternoon we were done with what we could do, pending some overnight process work the client’s IT people needed to do. As such, we headed back to the hotel to change, and then went out for the early evening. The drink and tapas flowed, and dinner never really happened. Mitch and Rob were then up for going to a club, but I could see Ben was enthused as the prospect of a late night, so I suggested that the two of us just call it a night and maybe have a nightcap in the hotel bar. I was actually quite keen to go clubbing, but I didn’t want to be crashing into the room and waking my senior colleague at whatever time in the night, especially as I was making such a good impression with everyone at the firm. So, sure enough, Ben and I found ourselves back at the hotel. We both got a drink, G&T for Ben, a rum and coke for me, and then sat in the comfy surroundings to chat. Ben was 34 and single, which I found surprising as he was a very handsome man. Tall, well-built, well-dressed, charming and funny, he seemed like the sort of guy who would have his choice of women. Or men. I didn’t actually know which team he played for, but didn’t want to pry too much and it really didn’t matter anyway. We finished our drinks and headed upstairs, both of us declaring that we wanted a shower before bed as it had been a clammy night in the city. Ben went first, and then when he came out of the bathroom wearing a towel I headed in to get myself clean. When I’d finished showering the bathroom was so full of steam that I concluded I’d never get dry in there, so did as Ben had done and went out into the room with just a towel on. To my surprise, Ben was still just wearing his towel, and he looked up at me and smiled as I padded past his bed to my own. “Wow, you’re built” he said to me as I passed. I blushed. “Er, yeah, I work out” I said. I was actually pretty proud of my body, all 6’1” of it. I worked out several times a week, jogged regularly, ate healthily, and kept my chest shaved and smooth the way Rachel liked it. “You should show it off more” Ben said, his eyes on me. “Your shirts are way too loose.” Oh man, he had been noticing what I wore. Well, that answered that question I guessed: Ben must be gay. Strangely enough, I felt a stirring in my own loins as his gaze rested on me. “Oh, 'er, you think?” I mumbled. “Hell yeah” he said, “don’t put in all that work just to waste it on your girlfriend!” He laughed, and after a moment I laughed too, although I think it was more nervous laughter than anything. “Thanks” I said, blushing harder. “I didn’t realise, 'er, you were, 'er, noticing.” Ben gave me a warm smile. “I’m not the only one who’s noticed” he said. “You’re pretty popular in the office.” I blushed again, and awkwardly shifted position on the bed. As I did so, my towel loosened and slipped, basically leaving me sitting there naked. I hurriedly tried to sort it out, but only got it into more of a tangle. “Don’t” Ben said softly. I stopped wrestling with the towel and looked up at him. “Let me see.” I don’t know why, perhaps it was the buzz from the rum, but I slowly released my grip on the towel and let it fall beside me. I then swung my legs off the mattress and slowly stood up in the gap between our beds, locking my stare on Ben as he gazed back at me. His eyes were making their way up and down my body in the most lustful way anyone had ever looked at me, and I saw him give his lips a small lick. He wanted me so badly, and something about this situation had my heart racing. My dick started to swell and rise, until I was standing before him with a massive boner, almost starting to pant. What the fuck was happening to me? Wasn’t I straight? Ben looked for a bit longer, and then started to scoot across his own bed towards me. He deliberately removed his own towel on the way so that he too was naked, and then he was sitting there in front of me, staring straight ahead at my dick. Instinctively I shuffled forward a bit, and he leaned in, opened his mouth and swallowed me whole. “Fuuuuuuck” I groaned, having never felt a blowjob like this. He then reached both his hands behind and roughly gripped my arse, pulling me in towards him even more. His head started going back and forth on my cock like a jackhammer, the suction on my dick like an industrial hoover. I put my hands on his shoulders to steady myself, and gradually gripped him tighter as he brought me towards orgasm. Then, rather abruptly, he let go of my arse and pulled his mouth off my dick, causing me to stagger back slightly. I snapped out of my reverie and looked down at him. “Turn around” he said, turning his head up to face mine. “What?” I asked, a little all over the place. “Just do it” he said, suddenly sounding rather stern. I just did as instructed and turned around, not sure what was coming next. Then he grabbed my hips and pulled me backwards towards him, reaching up to push the small of my back so that I would bend forwards. I put my hands on my thighs to steady myself, and then the next thing I knew his face was in my arse. His tongue was lapping at my hole, and the room seemed to be exploding with fireworks. I had never felt anything like this in my life. It was fucking amazing! I’m not sure, but I think I must have been moaning and groaning for England as he gave me my first ever rimjob. He kept this up for a while, actually getting his tongue into my hole, and then he pulled his face out. Before I could turn or straighten up I felt his fingers in there instead, gently prodding and poking at me. I then understood that I was going to be fucked. Ben must have planned something like this, or maybe he was just in the Scouts once and was thus always prepared, but he had stashed a tube of lube in the drawer of the bedside table. He briefly paused the fingering to open the drawer, grab his supply and lube up his fingers. He then started to apply much more pressure with them, pushing one, then two, and then I think three fingers into me. All the while I just continued to stand there, bent over in front of him seemingly inviting him to carry on doing what he was doing. I could say I was paralysed with fear or something, but in truth I was loving it and was suddenly really excited to see what this was going to be like. I’d never really thought about it before, but that didn’t seem to matter. The drink must have been a factor, or at least that’s what I tell myself these days. His fingers started to hit something inside of me, and my silence turned to moans. This only spurred him on, until he was really going to town on me with his fingers. Then, as before, it all stopped abruptly. “Get on the bed” he commanded, “on your hands and knees.” I didn’t even pause. I just moved forward, crawled on to the bed and waited. He grabbed my ankles and pulled me back a bit, and then I heard the splooging sound of some more lube being squeezed out of the tube. The pressure returned on my hole, but it was spongier and fatter than any of the fingers had been. “Let me in” he said gruffly. I didn’t know what that meant, but I instinctively pushed back and must have done whatever it was that was needed as he popped inside. It startled me and gave me a brief flash of pain, but that soon subsided. He then pushed steadily in to me, making me feel fuller than I ever had before. As he got deeper it started to hurt a little more, particularly as he was going into territory his fingers had not reached, but I gritted my teeth, closed my eyes and forced myself not to pull off him. Then the pushing stopped, I felt the roughness of his pubes on my buttocks, and I knew I had his whole cock inside. He didn’t give me any time to adjust, instead starting a steady rhythm on my whole, thrusting his cock in and out in substantial strokes. A dull pain was radiating from my arse, but something else was there as well and it felt amazing. As the pain started to subside, my whole body started to tingle as he fucked me. The feelings were incredible, and I couldn’t stop myself from pushing back against him, trying to get more of his cock in me, trying to make him fuck me harder. And fuck me harder he did. If I thought he was like a jackhammer when sucking me earlier, it was as nothing compared to what he could do with his cock. Pneumatic drills are gentler on tarmac than the treatment I was getting, but it was pure ecstasy. He fucked me for 20 minutes, and then started groaning. “I’m cumming” he grunted, suddenly accelerating his pace even more. Then he stopped, yelled out and held in position as a curious warm feeling filled my rear end. “Fucking take it” he grunted as he unloaded in me, breeding me like the bitch he was turning me into. I just knelt there on my hands and knees as I was filled with cum for the first time, loving the sensation as his cock pulsed inside me. Then, and again rather abruptly, he pulled out and collapsed backwards on to his bed. I felt some cum running down my leg, and began to crawl backwards off the bed with the intention of going to the bathroom to clean up. But as I turned round I saw Ben lying on his back panting, I noticed his cock was still erect and covered in juice. Perhaps it was a case of being in for the penny, in for the pound, but I just couldn’t help myself from dropping to my knees, leaning forward and taking it into my mouth. The taste of his juices, the lube and, I guess, my own arse was intoxicating. As I sucked and licked him clean I started furiously wanking my own cock, getting off on the feeling of more of him leaking from my rear end as I did so. In no time I blew on to my torso, the bedspread and the carpet. I then collapsed back on to the floor, panting and exhausted. Neither of us said anything for a while, but then I got up and started making my way to the bathroom. I got in there, and turned to face the mirror so I could look at myself. I was glistening with sweat, but otherwise looked like me. I felt different, but the man staring back at me was still me, at least outwardly. Then Ben came into the bathroom as well, and turned to face the mirror too. We looked into each other’s eyes via the reflection, until I noticed his cock starting to rise again. I stared at it coming back up to full mast, and then looked back up to his face. He was smirking at me, and then moved to step behind me. I leaned forward a little, and he just planted his cock between my cheeks and pushed into me again. This time he fucked me more tenderly, with none of the jackhammering of before. Throughout, I kept my eyes either focused on my own face, or looking back at his has he slightly grimaced from the exertion of reaming me. My own cock also came back to life so I started stroking myself, adding that to the things I watched in the reflection. After about 15 minutes Ben accelerated, and I focused on watching the reflection of my own face as I felt him shooting a second load into my sloppy hole. Again, it was still me, but this was a me with a cock shooting cum into his arse. When he was done spurting his load into me, Ben caught my gaze in the reflection. Smiling, he gave me a wink, withdrew his cock and swiftly left the bathroom. I just stood there, once again with cum dripping out of me, gazing at myself in the mirror. I felt awesome. I got myself cleaned up a bit, and then went back out in the bedroom. Ben was in bed properly, and was clearly asleep. I headed for my own bed, but then turned to look back at him. The temptation was too great, and I just climbed in. He stirred as I did so, wrapping his arm around me. I briefly lay there facing him, but then turned so he was spooning me. He pulled me in a bit tighter, and then we were both still. I reached out and switched off the lights, plunging the room into darkness. Inside, I knew that I would wake up with a right clusterfuck going on in my mind, but for now I was exhausted, a little sore and in the comforting arms of a man who had just shown me a whole new side of myself. Sleep came quickly.

Two years ago I was in DC at the Eagle and two muscular black guys in their mid-30s in harnesses and I were cruising each other. I was 38 at the time, smooth athletic build and wearing jeans and a t-shirt. I finally went over to talk to them and one of them said "Come on. You're going back to our place, you fucking pig." Sounded good to me so I followed them back to their place. We get there and they tell me to strip down to the black jock I was wearing, and to get into the sling. They also stripped, although they left on their harnesses. Next thing I know my right arm was tied above my head and one of the guys asked me if I partied. I said I smoked some T before, but not much. They just looked at each other. They asked if I was poz, to which I answered "No, I'm neg." Another look. Next thing I knew I saw three syringes with orange caps. Being tied-up in a sling, I started to panic a little, but the bigger of the two guys, Terry, said "Relax, we got ya." I responded "Please, don't." Terry replied "You're still our slut for the night." Next thing I knew he wiped my forearm with an alcohol swap, and inserted a needle into my arm. I saw a tinge of blood enter the syringe and then he depressed the plunger, injecting the liquid into my arm. I completely lost my breath and gasped, but Terry encouraged me to take a deep breath. I coughed three or four times, and then felt warm and tingly. My ass felt as if it was on fire. I just looked at Terry and Tom, the other top, and blurted out "Please, fuck me. Please, give me your cock." The two guys laughed at me and said "Good boy, now we have you the way we like you - a hungry Tina junkie, begging for cock." Tom approached to fuck me with his 9.5 inch big black cock. When I realized he was not wearing a condom, I said "No, not raw, please, SIR" but he responded "Shut up, slut and take it" and with that he rammed his entire raw cock into my ass, and all I could do was beg for it. He chuckled "What do you want, white boy?" I answered "Please fuck me SIR." Tom yelled "You want this nigger cock boy?" I muttered "Yes, SIR." I didn't wanna say it. but he made me, and finally I screamed "Fuck me SIR - give me that huge nigger cock up my pussy." Good slut" he replied, and proceeded to fuck me then grunted "Take my poz load boy - here it comes." I was so high I begged him to breed me. When Tom withdrew, Terry was next at bat, and Tom disappeared downstairs. Same thing - another case of "Take my big black cock boy" and as he fed me his 10.5. inches. It was so fucking thick I kept the poppers handy and was begging for it up my pig cunt. He also bred me and as he blew his load I found myself saying "Feed me your cum SIR, breed me" to which he responded "Here it comes, boy - another poz load for your pussy." When he pulled-out and I could feel cum dripping down my legs. My hole felt so empty and I squirmed in the sling, at which point Terry pick-up a huge red butt plus and proceeded to shove it up my pig cunt. It felt soooo good to be stuffed. Then he disappeared downstairs for a good 15 minutes. Next thing I knew, Terry, Tom and two more huge black muscle guys walked into the room. Terry (or was it Tom?) said to the guys "Here's the junkie slut we are pozzing. You want some?" The guys immediately stripped and proceeded to slam themselves. While they were prepping themselves, Tom asked me "You need another slam boy? This time its gonna be a big one - we want you really fucked up." Tom proceeded to stick himself and draw some of his blood into the syringe. As I watched, he depressed the plunger only a bit. The next thing I knew he pulled it out of his arm and stuck me with it - injecting his poz blood into my arm. No sooner had the contents of the syringe entered my blood stream, well, I was flying! I coughed even harder this time and all four of the guys laughed at me. Tom said "Good slut - I just gave you a .5 slam." My pussy was on fire like never before. They untied me from the sling and put me on the bed where they proceeded to take turns on me for over three hours. They even double fucked me. My pussy couldn't get enough bareback cock. The two guests also bred me, so I had four loads in my pig cunt when one of the guys brought out some huge fucking dildos. I honestly didn't think I could take them but certainly wanted to try. I took a deep hit of poppers and the guys proceeded to wreck my hole with extra large black dildos, eventually shoving two in me at once. Sometime later the two guests left, and Tom and Terry fucked me some more, eventually depositing loads five and six in my ass. Late morning I left, and as we parted, Terry and Tom said "Good slut - we want you again. Welcome to the world of poz pig play - you fucking Tina slut." Part 2 next time.

It was the winter after I turned 18 when, right before Christmas, I came down with the flu. I dreaded going to the doctor, but my Mom insisted, getting me an appointment on a late Friday afternoon. She was supposed to drive me there, but she telephoned, saying she couldn't get off of work. So somehow I drove myself. A little bit about me. I'm 5' 6" and weigh maybe 145 pounds. Blonde hair that's just about shoulder length. And hazel eyes. Being small older men loved me but none had fucked me yet because they didn't believe I was 18. So off I go to the doctor. I had scarcely walked through the door of the doctor's office when a wave of something hit me - leaving me feeling like shit. Even so there was paperwork to complete, so by the time the nurse came to lead me back to the examination room to get my vitals, the waiting room was empty. After the nurse had taken my blood pressure, temperature, and other routine tests, she remarked "The doctor will be with you shortly." Perhaps five minutes later HE walked in. Dr. William Bell. Six feet, seven inches and perfectly lean, salt and pepper hair. In his mid 50's. My type of man. I was hard instantly. Dr. Bell told the nurse she could go ahead, that he would lock-up, Dr. Bell and I chatted for several minutes until the nurse left and Dr. Bell asked me to undress to check for any abnormalities. I was slightly embarrassed because my cock was hard and I was leaking precum. Dr. Bell didn't pay any attention as his hands poked and prodded at my body. Dr. Bell then had me lay back on the bed and put my feet in the stirrups so he could check my prostrate. I thought that was kind of strange considering anybody could tell I had the flu. But he was a doctor so - well, whatever. I felt somewhat vulnerable given my ass was exposed, but at the same time I was still turned-on. Dr. Bell then startled me, asking if I had ever had anything in my ass. "No," I replied. He responded with a big smile as he murmurred "Just relax," inserting his index finger into my ass. I was so excited and nervous that I didn't notice Dr. Bell hadn't pulled-on a glove on to check my prostrate. As his finger entered my ass my load exploded. I was beyond embarrased, but to my surprise Dr. Bell didn't remove his finger, but rather inserted a second finger. He then scooped up my cum and fed it to me. Before long I was hard again and moaning like a bitch in heat. I noticed a couple of times what felt like him scratching inside my ass. It hurt slightly but the pleasure was far greater than the pain. After a few minutes Dr. Bell inserted a third finger in my ass really opening me up. After Dr. Bell had my ass where he wanted he lowered his pants. I nearly fainted at the size of his cock. It was a full nine inches long and as thick as a coke bottle. I also noticed a scorpion tattoo but I didn't know what it meant. He told me he was going to really destroy my immune system. Positioning himself at the foot of the bed, his cock aligned with my ass, and for better or worse before I could object to the prospects of that monster entering my ass, Dr. Bell shoved his cock all the way into my hole. I all but fainted from the pain. When I came to Dr. Bell was fucking my ass with a steady, powerful rhythm. It started feeling really good and I didn't think about asking about a condom, reasoning to myself "After all he is a doctor so what could happen?" My own cock was now hard again and I was on the edge of having another orgasm. After a few more minutes Dr. Bell really picked up the pace and was fucking me like a man possessed, so it wasn't surprising when Dr Bell let out a growl and unloaded what felt like a gallon of cum in my ass. This sent me over the edge and I exploded all over my chest. Kissing me hard, Dr Bell said "In two weeks I want to see you again." He also inserted a butt plug in my ass saying he said he would call me when it was time to remove it. Oh, by the way, Dr. Bell did indeed write me out a prescription to combat the flu. He also said "Welcome to the club," but didn't elaborate. Nearly two weeks have passed since I saw Dr. Bell, and I am still down with the flu. I can't wait to see Dr. Bell again and find out why.

There was a LGBT Pride festival this weekend, so my husband and I and one of our friends went to the parade. Naturally, these festivals usually have after parties, so of course we ended up at the club. At first it was very empty, but as there were two dollar drinks on sale so of course I had to have several. The evening opened with a long island iced tea, but one turned into two, two turned into three, and three turned into four. Oh, and four quickly turned into seven. Needless to say I was drunk as fuck. The morning before we left the hotel my husband had fucked me, breeding my hole nice and deep, and as I expected the day would be fun, I definitely didn't want to prematurely loose his load. I also needed to advertise myself, so before leaving for the parade I slid on a cock ring. Naturally I also skipped underwear, which left my cock printed through the front of my shorts. I knew it was visible but I wanted everyone to see it, especially one of the hairy daddies with whom I'm in heat, and who I expected to be at the parade. Being drunk at a gay bar made me feel extra slutty, and when my friend and my husband was pre-occupied, I decided it was time to walk around and look to see what action I can get into. A couple of guys were seemingly interested, but not enough to follow through. I walked through two rooms, each containing a sling, but no one was waiting to fuck. I figured I'd circle back later to see if the activity picked-up. A few rounds later I found myself increasingly impatient: there was still nothing going on in the slings, and I really, really wanted to fuck. Fortunately two doorways down the hall I found a door which was open. The man inside the room was in his 50s. Sensing he wanted to play really really badly, I stepped up to the doorway and made introductory small small talk, graduating to asking if he wanted to play. "Hell, yes," he replied, gesturing for me to enter his room. By the time the door was closed I was on my knees, taking his cock into my hungry mouth. He moaned and pushed it deep down my throat. His cock, which was about six and a half inches, cut, was just the right size. When he offered his poppers I accepted gratefully, taking a couple deep hits and holding them in my lungs for as long as I could, heart beating ever faster as he became more aggressive in pumping into my mouth. Several minutes into our session he withdrew from my mouth, and bent over, offering me his ass. As I rimmed his hole he took several deep hits of poppers, with the consequence his hole opened up quite nicely, enabling me to push my tongue deep inside, at which point I could taste the cum from another man. Asking him about the load, he replied he had been fucked earlier by two guys, and each had blown his load inside. I continued working his ass for several minutes, lost in the spell of his hole (and the poppers). Getting to my feet, I aligned my cock, and abruptly shoved my cock into his ass. He grunted in genuine discomfort, but I wasn't going to stop, so I recommended he take some additional hits of poppers, which he did. To further distract him from the pain I reached under his body, found his tits and worked his nipples, fucking his used hole hard. Apparently the pain was diminishing 'cause his at this point he was only whimpering, and at one level that was good as I could easily have continued fucking him until I came, but I also wanted to be fucked, so I withdrew, took some huffs and aligned my ass so his cock could slide right in. He banged me like a two bit whore, and I was in heaven, especially when he announced "I'm gonna cum" only for his cock to pulsate, and a warm, slick wetness to fill my hole. He had definitely bred me. Pulling out, he went to work on my cock as we both huffed the poppers. Apparently I shot a big load, as with my third volley of cum he began gagging, and tears were streaming down his face. But I didn’t care. He had used my ass and now I was using his throat. He swallowed my sperm and then made to kiss me, but really wasn't interested in prolonging the session. Instead I simply pulled-up my pants and left. When I met my husband and our friend I was still high on poppers. Upon getting back to the hotel, my husband smelling the cum, started to feel my hole, knowing that I was bred, he wanted to fuck. He made me bend over and drop my shorts, then ruggedly pushed Into my hole. "No more poppers for you," he said, adding "I want your hole wrapped around my cock." Our friend was standing on the sidelines, watching us, so I gestured for him to join us. He presented his cock for me to suck. I took his cock into my mouth and he must have been really horny as, within two minutes he announced he was about to cum. I gestured for him to slip into my ass, and he did so, cumming quickly. All the while my husband was feeling me his cock. After our friend came, my husband he he changed places, and my husband drumped his load into my hole. This was the best Pride ever.

"Being a gracious host, I pulled a chair out for Greg and once he sat down, I pushed it in. I was pleased to see Greg push the other chair closer to him. Opening the refrigerator, I took out the sandwiches and beverages and set them on the table before taking my seat. 'Dig in!' 'This is a huge sandwich!' 'As a regular customer, they tend to treat me better, so whatever you don't finish, you can take home.' While we ate, Greg grabbed my hand and placed it on his crotch, placing his own hand on my crotch. 'Since we're both hard, I think we need to scrap the no sexual expectations agreement, don't you?' 'Most definitely! You're my guest, so what we do is up to you!' 'Honestly, it's been close to 6 months since I even thought about sex, but if you agree I want you to fuck me and I'll fuck you! Both of us being pisspigs, if you'll feed me yours, I'll feed you mine! More kissing is required, before, during and after! 'After nearly 6 months without sex, I think it's best if you fuck me first! Hope you can cum more than once, because I also want to suck your cock! Just try and stop me from kissing your sweet mouth! Please tell me you like getting rimmed! Eating ass is one of my favorite things to do!' 'My ass is yours to do what you want with!' 'Why did I wait so long to come here?' 'You were hurt and I think we both needed to wait until you were ready to trust me.' 'Once again, you're right! I do trust you and because I do, I think I can tell you what happened, at least what I know of it. He sat me down one morning and said that he didn't love me and he wasn't sure if he ever loved me and I should move my things into the spare bedroom and do my best to avoid him. To this day, I still don't know of any reason why he said what he said. Feeling absolutely worthless, I retreated into myself, only leaving my room to use the toilet and eat my solitary meals, cold cereal, 3 times a day. We met 2 weeks after I moved there and he became my world, so I had no friends to lean on. I discovered the chatroom and I felt a sense of community, but you were the one who made me feel like I belong there!' 'As far as I'm concerned, he's a waste of human flesh and he never deserved you in the first place!' I noticed a single tear streak down Greg's cheek and I kissed it away."

The Golden Coin - Part III Ben lost track of time in Andros Manor. When he asked how long he had been there, no one would give him an answer. Ben had endured “cleaning” twice now, and the Gray May would only say how much he had enjoyed their “conversations” - though Ben could not recall what any of them had been about. He was certain, however, that at least a week had passed since he arrived. He had eaten at least that many meals, and Jamail had been escorting him to a room with workout equipment and instructing him to lift weights – Ben had apparently told the Gray Man he had been wanting to build up his body but had never had the opportunity. Ben did not remember saying this, but Jamail pushed him hard, and his body felt sore as a consequence. One day after lunch, John informed Ben that he was called for. The Gray Man met him at the foot of the broad main stairwell. "Benjamin,” he said. “Please go upstairs to the first room on the left. I will be there in a moment." As Ben climbed the carpeted stairs, he could hear no sound except the ticking of a clock somewhere, as though all sound in the house were muffled. At the top he found the room and entered. The room contained only four items, the most prominent of which looked something like an elaborate exercise machine; next to it, a small table, a stool, and nearby along the wall, a cupboard of some kind. Ben heard the door close, and saw that the Gray Man had entered. "Please go over to the frame," the Gray Man instructed him. “Look,” said Ben, “I figure I've been here almost a week. People are going to be wondering where I am. I could lose my job.” “You are still thinking like a man with limitations,” said the Gray Man. “Everything is in order. Your employer was quite satisfied – one might say ecstatic – with the compensation he received in lieu of your extended absence, and your job – whatever it might have been – will be waiting for you should you ever choose to return to it. You have no dependents, and your extended family understands that you are recuperating from a sudden illness at an exclusive health resort, with the best of care. Your bills are paid, your debts are in hand, your cat is with your sister. As I said, I guarantee that you will succeed on the course you have chosen. Now please, go over to the frame.” Ben numbly approached the metal framework and the Gray Man positioned him in front of it. The man attached a leather cuff with a metal ring to each of Ben's ankles, and his wrists, then attached the rings to points on the framework. He shifted a lever, which tilted the framework backward, raising Ben nearly horizontal to the other man's hip level. Moving to Ben's head, he placed a blindfold over Ben's eyes. Ben then felt him wrap something around his head, securing the blindfold in place and blocking the slightest ray of light. From that point, every sound seemed amplified, every touch magnified. Ben tried to determine by sound what the Grey Man was doing, but the room seemed to fall silent. As minutes passed into more minutes, Ben's anxiety began to build. An unexpected tug on the hem of Ben's pants was followed by the metallic snip of shears, and the rip of fibers as the sheaers cut through the leg of his pants all the way to his knee. A hand silently ran along the exposed flesh, then did the same with the opposite leg. Bit by bit, moving from leg to arm to the neck of Ben's shirt, the shears continued cutting and ripping his clothing – the hands testing, kneading, caressing each part of his body as it was revealed. Pulling the cloth away from Ben's chest, fingers lingered over his nipples, one at a time, thumbing and flicking them until they became tense and hard. The shears slowly cut downward, exposing Ben's belly, and with equal deliberation the scissors crept up the inside of his thighs. They snipped and pared with precision, until only Ben's fresh pair of tight briefs remained, then two slices along his hipbones left only loose fabric covering his most private areas. For interminable minutes the hands did nothing, touched nothing, until at last they snatched away the last vestige of modesty and Ben's cock felt the cool of the open air, and, as Ben imagined in his humiliation, the intensity of the Gray Man's gaze. Though Ben saw nothing from beginning to end of the ordeal, his mind's eye displayed crystal-clear images of what the hands did to him from then forward, though he could only guess at the tools. The hands gathered his balls and pushed them through a tight metal cockring, then pulled his cock through behind, and then strokked his penis to an unwilling firmness in the slightly tight ring. They pulled his scrotum taut so that his balls stood out like tight, shiny orbs. Some narrow implement next was traced down the lines of his body, now down his inner thighs, now across the contours of his belly, now up the length of his bobbing shaft - then, SNAP! Something whipped painfully across the end of his cock, directly across the frenulum. Ben gasped in pain and surprise. THWAP! He gasped again, this time for the dull impact across his straining testicles. Then, WHAPWHAPWHAPWHAPWHAPWHAPWHAPWHAPWHAP, the feeling of my cockshaft being whipped without mercy, punctuated by strikes to his balls, his belly, his thighs, the insides of his arms, and his nipples, as rapid as an expert on a drum kit. Ben's breath came fast and shallow. The narrow implement was then applied to the bottoms of Ben's feet, repeatedly, and behind knees, but shortly returned to another round of cock-whipping. After a few moments, the whipping suddenly stopped, and Ben sensed movement to his other side, where the table stood. The clink of metal caught ear. A hand deftly raised his cock upright, and Ben felt the cool of some thick liquid applied to its head, then the cooler sensation of some smooth metal touching the tip. In the next second his breath caught - the smooth metal had entered the end of his cock and had begun worming its way inside. Before, when Jamail had used his fingers to milk him, he had not imagined being more intimately violated – now he realized how mild an intrusion that had been. This object, creeping deeply into his shaft, worked its way to the root of the most private sensation he could feel. It paused, impaling his rigid cock, and then by gravity invaded to his core. Ben couldn't hold back a moan… and he heard, from the other, a sound of satisfaction. A soft laugh? Perhaps. Not content with this debasement, the hands removed the metal rod and substituted it with a thicker one, stretching the inside of Ben's shaft. The hands seemed to take pleasure in raising the rod up again and again and then releasing it, allowing gravity to draw it downward, deeper, each time overcoming the resistance of Ben's body a bit more, until it defeating him completely. At last the hands left the rod impaled at its deepest penetration within Ben's cock, and turned back to the table. Ben heard now for the first time a sound he would later come to fear - a loud BZZZZZZZZZZ of some device, which without warning connected against the handle of the metal rod. An intense vibration passed along the rod and beat violently against Ben's prostate deep inside. He writhed in his restraints, crying out. After minutes of this treatment that left Ben's chest heaving, the hand withdrew the rod. After a moment a new object was placed over his glans, circling around the head of my cock and entering a short distance into the slit. Ben felt his finger at my anus, touching it with cool, thick liquid, quickly followed by the cold feel of metal, but thicker. With a push the hand forced the steel plug into him, settling the base snugly in his hole. Ben heard the click of buttons, and then his sphincter clenched involuntarily as a buzz of electricity shot through his pelvis, searching its way up the length of his cock to find its pole in the electrode placed on his cockhead. Pulse after pulse after pulse caused Ben's cock to spasm and bob involuntarily, in time with the clenching of his asshole. Ben began moaning, unaware of his own sounds. Soon he discovered that his tormentor could vary the pulse of the electricity, and its intensity, and with each new pattern of shocks Ben's body reacted on its own, in a new way. The hands applied pads of some sort to Ben's inner thighs, to his lower belly, to his sac, each time forging new paths for the current, each time intensifying it. Ben's mouth hung open in silent cries of shock and pain. Finally all the electrodes were removed except the original ones at Ben's cockhead and ass, and the power began gradually ramping upward… up… and up… and up… until the surges of current felt as though they were convulsing Ben's entire pelvis. At this point another sensation - WHAPWHAPWHAPWHAPWHAPWHAPWHAPWHAPWHAP – the narrow switch began mercilessly whipping Ben's cockshaft again. Ben's mind rebelled - his eyes rolled in his head and he began to drift in a haze of pain, his entire body shaking uncontrollably. And then it all suddenly stopped. Ben sucked in breath audibly, his chest heaving. In a moment, he heard again the BZZZZZZZZ of the device that had touched the rod in his cockshaft. This time, the hand planted its buzzing head squarely on his asshole. "GAAHH!" Ben cried, from the intensity of the vibration, and again when it shifted it to his nutsac. The hands were testing, seeking those places where Ben's body would betray him, to reveal his sensitivity. In the next instant, they found their target. They placed the thing - Ben could only think of it now as some evil Thing - underneath his cockhead, directly on his frenulum, pressed downward slightly, and BZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZ. "Oh, GOD!" Ben shouted - he had never experienced a stimulation that intense in his life. "Stop! Please stop! Ohhhhhgggggg….. I'm going to…. " The device stopped. Ben's body heaved in sweat and sexual frustration, drawing ragged breaths. Suddenly, the blindfold and wrapping were pulled away, and he found himself blinking at the intent face of the Gray Man, who was holding something in front of Ben's face. “Benjamin! Look carefully. Look very carefully at what I am holding. From this moment forward, this is the token of your future life. This is the call you must always answer. This is who you are. This is your body, and your soul. LOOK.” He held before Ben's eyes a golden coin. In the next second, the electricity surged again, igniting Ben's entire sexual being. WHAPWHAPWHAPWHAPWHAPWHAPWHAP went the switch onto his cock and balls. BZZZZZZZZZZZ – the device assaulted his frenulum. “Now,” said the Gray Man, “open your eyes and look upon this coin...” Ben forced his frantic eyes to look at the shinging gold circle as every single aspect of his being shrunk to a single, inescapable conclusion. “Benjamin,” said the Gray Man, “CUM.” Ben's mind unspun. His back arched, his toes curled obscenely, he strained every restraint, and his cock pulsed against his will, shooting thick ropes of cum across my belly and chest in spite of the electrode blocking his slit. Each pulse of liquid cum increased the intensity of the electric charge coursing through his cock, causing it to contract with greater violence. This could not be called an orgasm – this had been ripped out of him. It could be described no other way. When Ben's cock stopped convulsing, the Gray Man turned off the power and removed the electrodes, put away his tools, and stood up. Of the golden coin there was no sign. He wiped off his hands with a hand towel and left it on the chair. Ben still lay in the frame, his semen liquefying and running down his body onto the floor. Ben could smell it pungently. The Gray Man went to the door and opened it. “You were superb,” he said, glancing back. “Good boy. I now have no doubt in the ultimate outcome of your training. I can scarcely wait to get underway.” He exited the room, and the door closed behind him. **As a little Easter Egg, for those of you kind enough to have read this far, I'll share a secret - a big chunk of this chapter is autobiographical. ?

The next morning I was awoken by Ben pushing his rod into me. It was dry and hurt, so I reached out and grabbed the tube of lube from the bedside table in front of me. Applying some to my hands I quickly reached back and rubbed some on his dick, before sticking my fingers in to my hole to try to relax and lube them. Ben allowed this for a few seconds, before swatting my hand away and pushing his dick in. This time he managed to sink it fully inside me, and although it hurt I put up no further protest. I lay on my side and he fucked me until he blew a third load into my hole, before he pulled out, got off the bed and headed into the shower. I heard him lock the bathroom door, so I guess he didn’t want company. We didn’t say anything to each other until we were standing waiting for the lift, both washed and dressed for the day. “You sore?” he asked, a little gruffly. “Yes” I said, continuing to stare up at the LED display to see the lift approaching our floor, “but I’ll live.” We met Mitch and Rob down at breakfast, where they had already been for a while. Ben sat down and waited for a coffee to arrive, but I was hungry so asked Rob to order a cappuccino for me while I went to the buffet. Coming back with a plate of food I saw Rob and Mitch looking at me quizzically, slightly smiling. I tried to avoid their gaze, wondering why the sudden attention my way, but when I was seated, had put my napkin on my lap and picked up my cutlery, the two of them were still staring at me. Ben, meanwhile, was checking his phone but had a smirk on his face. “So” I said, blushing a bit, “how was your night?” “It was good” said Mitch, still smirking. “Er, great” I said, forcing a smile at him. At this point he looked away, but the smile didn’t go. I was now convinced that Ben had told them what had happened last night. “So” said Ben, breaking an uncomfortable silence that had then ensued. “We all know what the plan is for today?” With that, and to my relief, conversation turned to work. There was a lot to do, and I was able to focus on the job at hand for most of the day, only really being brought back to reality when I sat down without care and realised how tender my thrice-fucked arse was. We worked all through the day, eating lunch during a meeting so as not to waste time, and it wasn’t until gone 7pm that we finished. A few of the people we had been working with took us to a nearby bar for some drinks, and we once again ended up having tapas for dinner rather than staying out to go to a restaurant at the late hour the locals tended to eat. We then walked back to the hotel, taking in the vibrancy of the city after dark. No-one suggested stopping for a drink anywhere as I thought they would, and indeed no-one was really talking. I was feeling pretty self-conscious after the weirdness at breakfast, so kept my trap shut too. Back at the hotel we piled into the lift in silence, and then Rob and Mitch got off at the third floor without even a ‘goodnight’. Ben and I then continued on up to level five, and headed to our room. “Bathroom” Ben said gruffly as I closed the bedroom door. “Sorry?” “Get in the bathroom” he commanded. I stood and stared at him for a moment, and then found myself complying. I walked into the bathroom, with him following close behind. Once inside, he pushed me towards the sink and bent me over, my silk tie resting on the taps. He then reached around my front and undid my trousers, pushing them and my trunks down to my knees. I watched in the mirror as he then undid his own trousers and pushed them down a bit, reached into one of the pockets and pulled out a sachet of lube, ripped it open with his teeth and then I felt it squirting between my arsecheeks. Seconds later his cock was against my tightened hole, and I did the best I could to allow him access as he pushed in. However, he had not rimmed or fingered me at all, and it hurt like a bitch. I yelled out as he popped in. “Shut up!” he said, pushing himself the rest of the way in. Then, without any pausing to let me get used to the invasion, he started fucking me deep and hard. I know I had my eyes squeezed shut at first, but in time I opened them again and looked in the mirror. As much as it hurt, it was a hell of a turn-on to see both Ben and I fully dressed in business suits, but with him fucking the daylight out of me. He didn’t last long before he bred me, and then ripped his cock from my hole. “Get undressed and get on the bed” he commanded, as he pulled me up and pushed me out the door. He then shut and locked the door to do, well, I don’t know what. I stood in shocked amazement for a bit, and then started to get my jacket, tie and shirt off. I removed my watch and chucked it on my bed, then sat on the end of his to get fully naked. I paused again, and then climbed up on to the bed and positioned myself on all fours. While I waited I remembered the tube of lube from this morning, so crawled over and retrieved it from the drawer. I applied some to my fingers and then reached back to work it into my hole, trying to stretch myself a bit. Ben’s dick had already done a number on me back there, but it had hurt throughout so I wanted to get a bit more relaxed if he was going to fuck me again. Ben came back out of the bathroom, and our eyes met as I looked back over my shoulder at him. “On all fours” he said, before going towards the bedroom door. I heard him open it, not knowing what the fuck was going on, but when I then heard the clear sounds of more than Ben walking into the room everything fell into place for me. “Fuck” I heard Mitch say, “you weren’t joking!” “Is he ready?” asked Rob. “Slut’s all yours” replied Ben. “Just bred him, so he’s good to go.” Oh fuck oh fuck oh fuck oh fuck. That’s pretty much where my head was at. I looked back at them as they stripped out of their clothes, not quite believing what was about to happen to me. But I didn’t protest. I don’t know why, but I didn’t protest. Rob went first, stepping up to my rear end and slapping me with his cock a few times. He saw the tube of lube next to me and grabbed it, applying some to his cock for which I was grateful. He then pushed against my hole and slipped inside, and I was pleased to find that he didn’t have the girth of Ben. He was much longer though, and as he went deeper inside I found myself moaning as new parts of me were opened up. “He loves it” said Mitch, who then came round to the other end of the bed. He kneeled on the mattress and shuffled forward, presenting his erect dick to my face. Without a great deal of choice in the matter, I opened my mouth and allowed him to push inside. And so it was that my first spitroasting began. Rob got himself fully buried, and then began to piston in and out of my recently-virgin hole, while Mitch set up a rhythm in my mouth. Somehow I managed to swallow his cock without gagging, and so my throat got deflowered by Mitch as Ben had done to my arse the day before. The two of them started thrusting in sync, so that I was getting reamed at both ends in tandem. I have to admit, even though my mind was screaming, it felt amazing. I relaxed into it, letting the two guys use my holes. In time, they swapped places, and I got to savour the various tastes now coating Rob’s cock as he thrust it in and out of my throat, while Mitch took over the reins at the back end. They swapped back once more before Rob blew his load in my arse, and then Mitch went back there and hammered me for a bit longer until he too had bred me. Ben took over at this point, ramming into me and dumping another load. By that point Rob was back in gear so he gave me another fucking, and then Mitch added his second load of goop to my overflowing hole. They rested for a while on my bed, cracking open some beers it appeared the other guys had brought with them, and I turned over an lay on my back trying to recover. None of them spoke to me at all, just chatting between them about what a good hole I was, how I compared to the girls or guys they fucked back home, and how many loads they thought they could get up me before we went back to London. They were clearly trying to themselves aroused again while my holes lay unused, and it worked. Still lying on my back, I then took one more load from each of them with my legs up on their shoulders, before they called it a night. Rob and Mitch threw on their trousers and shirts and headed off, while Ben climbed in to my bed. I lay on his for a bit longer, and then sat up and looked over at him. “Should I get in with you?” I asked softly, the first time I had spoken in a long while. He didn’t respond, but just threw back the covers. I climbed in turned around and rested back against him on my side. I could feel his cock was hardening again, so reached back and took hold of it. I briefly rubbed it, and then guided it back into my gaping hole. Ben let out a moan of appreciation, and threw his arm over me to hug me in. Sleep then took us both, with him buried to the hilt inside me.

1. Aiden I first saw Jay on a Friday night, early October. I was out at a club, standing by the side of the dance floor, watching the endless parade of bright young things. Tonight, it seemed a little more college boys, a little less desperate twenty-something actors. I didn't really care that much about the crowd. It was a mixed night, and I was already too busy defending myself against horny drunk girls, much less trying to separate the gay boys from the straight men. But first, I should probably back up and introduce myself. I'm Aiden. I'm fifty years old, and I've been in that other industry since I was twenty. We never call it anything other than "The Industry," if we even call it anything at all. Activists might call it "sex work" in an effort to give it legitimacy or make it seem more glamorous than it really is. But there is nothing glamorous about the life of a boy selling his body. In order to survive, you must become someone not quite human. You must become a creature who just enacts the core human emotions like empathy, love, and care. You can't survive with real emotions. I was one of the lucky ones. I grew up and graduated. I'm no longer one of the boys. I'm a pimp, and now I get to own the boys. It's not an accident that we call it owning; it's about as close to slavery as it gets these days. It sounds cruel, but I believe it is better this way. It's easier on the boys in the long run if they understand that they are possessions, things to be bought and sold, passed around and shared. The entire process is easier for a bottom, of course. They already understand that they are just vessels for another man's pleasure. Yeah, I said man there. It's a straight boy's fantasy to be paid by women for sex. It. Does. Not. Happen. For men, the Industry is only about man on man, and the sooner a so-called straight boy figures that out, the better for him. In the Industry, we call that process "breaking a boy." The best of us pimps can do it in our sleep. Once you get the hang of it, it's easy, and for me, it came naturally. Of course, it's never easy for the boy. It is always a struggle for a boy to accept his position in the Industry. Back to the night at hand. I had a vodka and cranberry in my hand; I had been nursing it slowly enough that the ice had melted, leaving it weak and watery. I was waiting for the boys to start to approach me. It might take a second or third drink, but they always did. They might claim to be straight, but it didn't matter. Straight boys don't approach fifty year old men in a club. Only gay boys do, and those are only the ones with serious daddy issues. Jay approached me right as I was thinking about ditching my drink and getting another one. The first thing I noticed was his glasses. It was unusual to see a guy out at the club with glasses, much less the striking blue frames he had on. The second thing I noticed was that he was holding a drink. I wondered how he had gotten the drink; he barely looked old enough to fuck, much less to be able to get a drink. No doubt he had a fake ID. Before I got him naked, I'd have to see his real ID. "Hi," he said. "Hi," I replied. I smiled, letting him see my teeth. "Having a good night?" "Yeah," he said. "First time here. It's great." "Cool. I'm Aiden," I said. "Jay," he replied. He held out his hand, and I shook it. His skin was soft and warm. He had an easy life and hadn't gained the rough skin and calluses of manual labor. "You here alone? Or are you with friends?" "I was here with friends. But I seem to have lost them." He looked around again, in a feeble effort to find them amidst the crowd. "I was talking to a girl, and I guess they moved on." I tried not to laugh. He may have been talking to a girl, but that wasn't what he really needed. "Cool. What happened to her? She still around?" "Somewhere," he said, looking around the club again. He focused on the dance floor, and pointed someone out. "There she is. The Asian chick." I followed his finger the best I could. There was a cute Asian girl; dressed in a way that screamed money. I looked Jay over again. She wasn't completely out of his league. At about 6'1", he was a few inches taller than me and his tight graphic t-shirt showed off his muscular body well. But, even from the few words we had exchanged, I could tell he was still young, naive and unfamiliar with talking to girls. "She's cute," I said. "You like Asian girls?" "I dunno," he said. "It all depends on the girl." "What do you like?" "Oh. You know. A little shorter than me. Not too big. Not really a breast man." Or, I thought, he likes his girls boyish. It was already clear that he liked his men to be daddies. "I need another drink," I said. "You want one?" "Yeah, that would be great." "This way," I said. He followed me to the bar. "How long have you been in LA?" I asked as we got in line. "A little over a month," he said. "I'm a freshman at USC." I wasn't surprised. He had the good looks of someone who had spent his entire life never worrying about money. He anticipated my next question. "I grew up outside of Denver." He also had the rugged build of someone for whom the outdoors was easy to get to. "What about you?" "Been here for too long," I said. "Moved here when I was eighteen. Grew up in rural Missouri." I didn't want to give too many details. It was my job to know everything about his life; it was just as important that I remain an enigma to Jay. "What do you do?" "I work in the industry." He didn't need to know which industry it was; I knew he would assume it was the entertainment industry. That was not too far from the truth. "Oh cool. I want to be a producer." "A lot of my good friends do that." Despite changes in social mores, Hollywood was still surprisingly old-fashioned. At least once a week, a producer would call me needing a "new friend" for some celebrity needing some play time without the tabloids finding out. Or they wanted something more reliable than what they could find themselves. The line was moving quicker than I expected. It wasn't long before we were nearly there. "What are you drinking?" I asked. "Are you even old enough to be drinking?" "Well. My ID says I am. And it's a vodka and soda." "Good answer," I said. "For both." I'd really have to see his ID before anything happened. I didn't worry about alcohol. No one would prosecute for just giving an under-age kid a drink. But sex, well, that was a totally different story. "Two Grey Goose and soda." "Nice," Jay said. "Been drinking well tonight." This was almost like shooting fish in a barrel. I would show him a little bit of the good life, and get him used to it. "I'm here on a scholarship," he continued. He had pulled it off well. But then I looked him over again. The subtle flaws that I had missed when I had first examined him were obvious now that I knew to look for them. The shirt, although fashionable, had the awkward drape I associated with a knock-off. His glasses were the same: the color wasn't perfect, and there were some hard edges to the design that I associated with a cheap chain store. Call it Lenscrafters chic. The barrel just got smaller, and the fish bigger. It would be easier than I expected. I handed him his drink. "Cheers," I said. He didn't flinch from my gaze as we clinked glasses. "To success," I said, not specifying what success constituted. I was already running through a list of old friends of mine who would want to have first crack at the young man's ass. "Success," he replied. He was smiling; I wondered what success meant for him tonight. In the end, it didn't really matter what he wanted. So much of what I was going to do with him was going to be about teaching him what he wanted. Yeah, there would always be that initial spark of desire from him; he had shown it in spades. But there was a lot I was going to get to teach him, and in turn, mold it into a core part of not just his sexuality, but also his own identity. We took a sip of our drink, and scanned the crowd. It was a busy night, and on the dance floor, beautiful members of both sexes were out having a good time. As the night wore on, more of the boys were shirtless. Not only that, more of them no longer cared who they were grinding against. It could have been a girl, it could have been a boy. "Fun night," Jay continued. I nodded in agreement. My pocket buzzed. The vibration was just enough to set off my dick. I had been keeping my thoughts high and abstract. But the sudden stimulation jerked me back to the present, and I wondered what his green eyes would look like, staring up at me as his lips were wrapped around my cock. "One second," I said, and pulled out my phone. "Crystal ParTy tonight," it began. It was from my friend ****, who was just as his messages. "One am. Intercontinental, Rm 1902. Bring yourself. Bring a good boy. Bring a friend." "Looking forward. I've got both." I texted back. "$ounds good. eVeryThing covered here." My dick throbbed again. Jay was going to get quite the introduction tonight. I turned to the young man, even if it meant looking up at him. "Friend is having a party. Wanna come with me?" "Where?" he asked, but even in the dim light, his pupils dilated enough to be noticed. "Downtown. I'll get us an Uber." "Awesome," he said. He moved a little closer to me and his lips pursed slightly at the end, like he was waiting for a kiss. Unfortunately, the moment passed. I knew what I needed to do. "Follow me," I said, drinking down the rest of my drink quickly. He followed, gulping down the stiff drink. If I had timed it right, we'd be in the car when the alcohol hit him. "First, text your friends where you're going. Party at the intercontinental hotel." I pulled out the phone again, and held it in front of us. "Quick selfie. My friend wants to see you." I'd also use it to run a fast auction of first breeding rights. The first one turned out perfect, and then Jay wanted one as well. He took a few before the deciding on the best one. "Memories of a fun night," he said. "Hopefully, it is just beginning, I said. "You should send it to your friend as well, so they know I'm not a psycho creeper." I could see him blush, but again, he also moved closer to me. He quickly texted someone. I was close enough I could read the text. "New friend I met. Invited me to a party downtown. See you tomorrow." "Thanks," Jay said, as he hit send. "For thinking of me. I wouldn't have even thought about it." I wondered what his friends would think of the picture. A young man and a much older man. My beard, although still thick, was more silver than brown now, and the wrinkles on my face were becoming more prominent. But perhaps they had already figured out what Jay was just discovering. "It's fine," I said. I didn't tell him how this was an important part of the process. He needed to trust me, to think that I put him first and looked out for his best interests. But I only looked out for my interests. "It's fun to party and meet new people. But remember, not everyone is on the up and up. Not everyone has your best interests at heart." Just like me, I thought. I didn't have to worry about his friends knowing I had taken him somewhere. By the time things got really dangerous, he'd be begging me for it. The best times, they begged me to drug them, to breed them, to infect them. "One second," I said, as I sent a quick text attached to the picture of the two of us. "Fresh meat. Tonight only. Bidding starts at two." I sent it to three of my old friends, Rod, Steven, and Alex. Each of them had a fondness for younger boys, and each of them absolutely loved the idea of deflowering a freshly-minted man. "200," Rod texted back. A few seconds later, Steven replied. "250." "Wanna head out?" I asked Jay. "We can get a cab there." "Sure," he said. I walked towards the exit. I made it a point not to turn around for the first few steps. I knew he would follow me, and he did. He kept close enough to me that I could feel his body heat. I turned around at the steps down off the dance floor. "Need some help," I asked and offered him my hand. He nodded, and I helped him down on to the sticky concrete floor. I thought I detected just the hint of a stagger; the alcohol was just beginning to hit. Hopefully the full rush wouldn't be far off. I had taken the side exit, right by the exit no one knew about. It was just a few steps before we were out in the warm night. "I'll get a uber," I said, and pulled out my phone again. I called for a car, then check the many messages I had received. The bidding was going nicely. "300," then "350", and then "400", quickly followed by "500." In just a few messages, it jumped to 750, and it now was at 90. That one had come in just a few minutes ago. As I unlocked the phone a new message came in. It was from Rod. "1300, with pozzing privileges." There were two things Rod loved more than anything. The first was deflowering young men. The second was infecting them with HIV. "Pozzing is on the table? 1500." Steven also loved spreading his virus. "Hell yeah. 1750," Alex sent me. Alex also enjoyed sharing his virus. My old friends were twisted, nasty men. "2000," Steven replied. "2500," Rod answered back. Jay was going to make me a lot of money, and it wasn't even his first official day on the job. "I'm out," Alex texted the four of us. "Me too. Rod's a lucky pervert," Steven wrote back. "You win," I texted Rod. "I'll swing by and pick you up." "Sounds good to me." I checked the app. The car was still about five minutes away. "Five minutes," I said to Jay. We had stepped out onto a side street and it was dark and quiet. Despite being right in the middle of the busy section, we felt quite alone. I reached into my pocket and pulled out my keys and wallet. From my wallet, I extracted a small bag of white powder. "You ever had a skiing trip?" I asked, indicating the bag. "Skiing?" Jay replied, his face showing his confusion. "You know. Cocaine. Coke." I put the wallet away, and used the key to my front door to scoop up a little mound of the white powder. I snorted it quickly. "Fuck, that feels good." I rubbed my nose quickly. "You want to try?" "I...I...I dunno. Never done it before." He hesitated, but kept on watching me. He was interested, I could tell. "I mean. What's it like?" "You smoked pot?" He nodded. "Anything else?" I asked. "Yeah, molly sometimes." "That's good. It's like molly. Only you're stronger. You're fearless." "I just," he started, but never completed the thought. "Just one hit," I said. "See if you like it. Don't worry. You won't get addicted from one little bump." "You sure?" he asked. I nodded. I also stuck the key back in the bag and pulled out another bump. It was smaller than the one I had done, but for a beginner, it was still plenty large enough. "I mean, I can just..." "Try it?" I said, finishing his sentence. He nodded. "Yeah. You should." I held out the key with its white payload. "Just snort it up." Jay leaned in, pushed a finger against one nostril, and snorted. He snorted a bit longer than necessary. "Damn," he said, right after. "That burns." He trailed off just as an uncontrollable smile of bliss emerged on his face. "But, fuck." He trailed off again, lost in his little private world of pleasure as the cocaine got absorbed by his blood, and delivered to his brain. "It's nice. Just relax. Cab is almost here. If you want, you can do another bump when we're on our way." "Yeah," Jay said. "That's a good idea. This is nice." Another euphoric moan of contentment. "Thanks. Really nice." "Enjoy it," I said. I pulled out my phone. "The boy need any vitamin G?" Rod had texted me. "Why the fuck not?" I wrote back quickly. I turned my attention back to Jay. "A friend of mine wants to join us. Gonna swing by his place, if that's cool." "Oh, yeah, that's cool." Jay was still spinning a bit from the cocaine. My dick twitched, watching Jay ride the first waves of the high. The ease of convincing him to use cocaine meant that all the next steps would be easy. It would not be long before Rod's thick, infected dick was deep inside of him, dripping toxic pre-cum. A white Prius pulled up. I checked the plates; not that I needed to, it was the epitome of Uber-ness. "Here's our ride," I said. I opened the door for Jay. He got in, but I still had to help him. I crawled in after him, as he scooted over to the far side. "9255 Doheny. The tall one." Rod was only about fifteen minutes away. "Good night?" I asked, as we pulled away and into the warm California night. "Yeah," he said. "Pretty busy." I pulled out the baggie, and Jay scooted a bit closer to me. "You mind?" I asked. "Nah. Have fun." "You want?" I asked. "Damn, I wish. I but I gotta drive." I scooped out a big mound. Jay's naiveté was once more working in my favor. He had no idea about doses, much less what his dose should be. The mound was big, perhaps a little bigger than even I would want to start with. It would be just right for Jay. "For you," I said. "Fuck," Jay said, eyeing the mound. He knew it was larger than his last bump, but he had no measure for how it would affect him. "Yeah," he grunted as he leaned in and snorted the mound. "OH. FUCK," he said out, filling the interior of the small cars with his grunts of pleasure. "Newbie?" the driver asked. "Yeah," I said. I scraped another bump, not quite as big as Jay's, and did it. I took a look at Jay; his eyes were wide, and I knew he was flying. I was just nicely buzzed; I would wait for the party before I got properly high. Besides, Rod had promised a bit of G, and I had to be the responsible adult, taking care of Jay. "Doing ok there, Jay?" I asked him. "Oh yeah," he said. "Feels so good," he said. I smiled, and put my hand on his thigh. He was fidgeting a bit, and I held his leg in place. "Just relax. Enjoy it. Don't worry, I'll make sure it's good." "I know," Jay said. His leg stopped shaking, but I could feel the tension still in his body. "It's just hard," he started. "To let go?" I asked, anticipating his next words. "Yeah," he said. I just nodded in agreement. My own bump was kicking in, and I was floating on waves of pleasure. I wanted to see Jay naked. I wanted to see cock sliding into his hole. I wanted to see him bred. But all that needed to wait. It just needed to wait a few agonizing minutes. The traffic was surprisingly light and we were doing good time towards Rod's place. It gave me an excuse; I pulled out my phone and called him. "Yeah. Almost there. Less than 5 away. We'll be downstairs," I said. "I've got the Vitamin G. Mixed it in some Gatorade," Rod said. That was what Jay couldn't hear. "Yeah, bring that. We need something to drink," I said. That was the part that Jay could hear. "See you soon." "That your friend?" Jay asked. "What's he like? What's his name again?" "Rod. Rod Eisenman," I said. I flicked through my phone, trying to find a picture of Rod suitable to show the young man. Most of them were him fucking some hot young boy's mouth or ass. "He's cool. I think you'll like him." I finally found one, him shirtless at some street fair, a pair of thin black suspenders holding up his pants. Whether it was intentional or not, I noticed the top button of his pants was undone. "He looks like a cool dad. The one you can't quite believe is actually a dad." "Yeah, that's a good way to describe him." We were pulling up to Rod's place. "Just pull in under the awning." There was no one else, so I figured we would wait. I rolled down the window to see out better. It was less than a minute before Rod walked out of the front door, a small backpack slung over his shoulder. In addition to the G-laced Gatorade, it would have some lube, a cockring or two, plus a pipe and a stash of tina. Rod was prepared for everything, except for safer sex. He walked around, and got in on Jay's side of the car. Jay got the middle seat. "Hi," Rod said. "I'm Rod. You must be Jay." Rod put the backpack on the floor in front of him. "Yeah, I'm Jay. Nice to meet you." "Good to meet you too. Aiden's been telling me a bit about you." "All set?" I asked Rod and Jay. They both nodded. "W hotel. On the boulevard," I told the driver. "Right on," he said. Rod reached down into the bag, and pulled out a bottle of Gatorade. "Ready for your Vitamin G?" "I'm definitely ready," I said. "And I'm sure Jay will want some. How much is in there?" "I put in three doses." "Perfect," I said. I reached over Jay, and took the bottle of Gatorade from Rod. I opened it and began to drink the sweet liquid. I could just barely taste the bitterness of the GHB. "Vitamin G? Doses?" Jay asked. The alcohol was wearing off, but the cocaine was still making his head spin. "What's that." "Oh," Rod said. "Just some G in the Gatorade. You done it before?" Jay shook his head no. It was one more new thing for Jay to explore this weekend. "You'll love it. Makes you feel warm and happy. Takes the edge off of the cocaine." I drank about a third of the bottle and then I passed it back to Rod. He quickly drank his third, before handing it to Jay. "Your turn. Just drink up," Rod said. The young man hesitated for a moment. Like I had earlier, Rod put his hand on Jay's leg. "Come on. We are all in this together. We'll look out for you." It was as much the tone as the content of Rod's words that got Jay to put the bottle back to his lips and gulp down. "Nice," Rod said. I noticed he hadn't taken his hand off of Jay's thigh. I didn't mind. Rod was paying over two thousand dollars for the pleasure of deflowering Jay. It was bad service to deny him the implicit pleasures of holding the boy's hand. Besides, as soon as Jay was done with the bottle he put his hand on top of Rod's. "How are you feeling?" Rod asked Jay. There was a kindness in his voice, one that I recognized well. It was the tone he used when he was trying to convince a boy to do things. Things like have bareback sex with him or to blast his seed into the boy's body. "Good," Jay said. "Really good." "That's what we want to hear," Rod said. "How do you know Aiden?" he asked, making small chat as the car took us to the night's next destination. "Just tonight," Jay said. "But he's been really awesome." "Of course. He's a cool guy. You're lucky to have met him." Jay's hand was still on top of Rod's. "How old are you?" Rod asked. "18," Jay said. "I'm a freshman." "How has the adjustment been?" Rod asked. "Good?" "Yeah. Still trying to meet people." "Aiden's a good one for meeting people. He'll introduce you to a lot of new friends." I smiled. "Friends" was our code for clients. Rod was a "new friend" for Jay. "I know. He's already introduced me to you." "You feeling it yet? The G?" Rod asked. "I think so," Jay said. "How are you feeling?" "Warm," Jay started. We rounded a corner fast than I expected, and not being belted in, Jay was pushed up against Rod. "Horny," I heard him whisper. Rod smiled. Jay leaned in, and their lips met. It was a short kiss, but it was a kiss. It wasn't an accident or the bumpy road. It was a real kiss, two men pressing their lips against each other. But it wasn't a long kiss. As soon as Jay realized what he had started, he pulled back. "Oh god, I'm sorry," he said.

I'd been checking out BBRT, craigslist and haunting the dogs saunas of Sydney for quite a while. I loved the edginess of raw sex but always freaked out after getting drunk and making a small mistake. Nothing major just letting a random guy pop his knob in and out my hole a few times before slipping on a condom. It always still freaked me out. One night while visiting Sydney I got pretty drunk and hopped on BBRT, started chatting with the hot older guy ( I was 24, generally played safe, in shape from the gym, tall but slim and 7.5 cut). He was was so hot. Muscular, hung few nice tatts and poz. Normally I would have stopped at the fantasizing stage but I guess id had a few too many vodkas. I always fantasized about being used hard and raped just like the stories I read on breeding zone and nifty. I agreed to meet him at one of the seedier places (Sydney Sauna(. It had a reputation for older guys who liked it rough. Getting there I stripped out of my clothes and started to walk the corridors. It was a busy Friday night, with a loth of guys i normally wouldn't consider. I like older guys but some of these were too old not to mention out of shape. I decided to have sauna and wait for my guy to arrive. I was still bussing from the alcohol, id one through half a bottle of vodka before coming and had a fresh bottle of amyl tucked into my jock strap. The sauna was empty but the heat was nice, I enjoyed just relaxing back while the room gently spun. My cock was hard, it had a tendency to stay perpetually aroused in these paces, and I couldn't help but start playing with it. An old guy appeared out of the steam, out of shape and not my type but he got down and started sucking. He was good and started fingering me. Not what I was after but at that age who knocks back a blowie. Before too long the heat started getting to me, and i didn't what to blow that way. I tended to lose my horniness once I came and wanted to see how far I could go tonight. While I was neg and really always played safe the idea of finally getting with a known poz guy had me dripping. It was like the next stage of adventure, of risk, of kinkiness. I just wanted to experience what it was like for someone to take control of my body and use me, hurt me, leave me bred, bleeding and converted. Actually I didn't want to convert. I figured I can always get PEP the next day that just really wasn't in my mind at the time. I still figured I could blow him maybe let him tease my hole a bit, beside most of the guys round are undetectable and unlikely to pass it on. As I walked back past the front desk I saw him come in and followed him to the locker room. Tall and muscled, not bodybuilder like and definitely not in his prime. His cheeks were a bit sunken but he looked fit and sexy as hell. He stripped down an stowed his clothes in his locker. I caught a brief glimpse of his cock, it looked bigger than the pics online suggested, and just above his pubic hair a biohazard tattoo. My cock gave an involuntary pulse. He looked up and stared straight at me. He smiled and I shivered. Was I ready for this?

Part 1; I'm a 23 year old neg sex pig, and today was no exception, I was feeling fucking horny as HELL. So, into the shower, wash, and a real thorough douche of my sweet round ASS that I am very proud of, I should be, I work it out regularly enough, then, off I went to my usual sauna haunt. Ben was on the counter. - Hey Ben, how ya doing? - Hey Ollie. GREAT thanks. How are you mate? - I'm doing very good thanks. Too fucking Horny though. - Really. What brings you here then ... He said, being silly We both laughed. I paid my entrance. Given the usual locker key, and towel, and off to the locker area I went. BUT, today was different than usual. A guy in full Leather Gear (Chaps, Boots, and a Leather Waistcoat) was lurking around, drinking a Beer. He was also wearing a Cock-Ring that housed a massive bulging with veins erection. What made this look even HOTTER, was, he was skinny, gaunt, yellow, and a big Bio-Hazard tattoo above his naval. This Man screamed Danger. He screamed Death. BUT FUCK, I was already intoxicated! I found my locker, and got undressed and out of the corner of my eye I could see DANGER Man just staring! I locked up, wrapped my towel around me, and went to walk to the spa when I heard . - OI, cunt, stop right there!!! He kinda startled me, and part of me was saying to myself, 'fucking walk Olllie', a natural reaction I guess if the brain senses danger. BUT, as said, I was already intoxicated. So I froze. He came up from behind, and ripped my towel off letting it fall to the ground. - FUCK Yeah. One peachy round ASS! He slapped each cheek hard, then he parted them, spat on his fingers, and made my CUNT wet. He then inserted a finger. I gasped. - Sweet Jesus. You are one super tight Bitch! Right, get ya towel back on, and come with me to my private cabin. I am your very own private AIDS Daddy for the afternoon. I got my towel back on, and started following him as he walked off. I was filled with utter Fear. Yet, I was filled with an immense erotic intense excitemenT ?☣️?

Last year I was talking to this hot black muscle top for a good two weeks online. He was mid-30's, 200, big pecs, 45c, 32w, 8uc - a big tattd up muscle top/vers pig. We went back and forth for a few weeks til we were able to hook up. He asked if I partied n I said yes. We finally make a date and he comes over. He was hotter and nastier than his pics and I was in heaven. We start to get naked and J.P. asks if I slam? I said I have twice before but I really don't like needles. He said - "Trust me". So he proceeds to pull out two orange tipped rigs and prepare them. All I wanted was his cock up my ass having smoked some before he got there. He lays back, pulls out an alcohol swap and sticks himself and said he needed me to do two things and if I would do them he'd really take care of me. I'm like sure....he wants to me "check the rig" and tells me what to do. I slowly pull back the plunger and I see a little red liquid fill the rig. He was like great - your doing good - now slowly push the plunger all the way in. I did as I was told and he immediately goes into heaven. He pushes my head to his pecs which I suck on and then tells me to lick his massive amounts of pre-cum oozing from his 8 inches. After about 5 minutes he said"Now its your turn". I wasn't sure but I wanted to be a really nasty pig with him so was like sure lets do it. He lays me back and says he promises I will feel nothing at first but a slight prick. The smell of the alcohol swab really kinda turns me on in a way. I feel the prick and see the blood filling up. JP says "now you may cough a bit - don't worry just go with it and trust me everything will be ok." I slowly see the red tinted liquid fill my vein and he undoes the belt around my arm, swaps me with an alcohol again and looks at with those nasty sexy pig eyes of his. I cough for a few seconds and immediately feel like I'm in fucking heaven. I have never felt so good or so damn horny. I lay back and spread my legs wide open for him. I'm so fucking horny I'm whispering "fuck me JP - fuck me please baby. Make me your fucking pig." He puts his raw cock in me and starts pounding away but I wanted it nasty and rough. I started moaning "fuck my white pussy please - fuck my pussy!!!" He starts pounding away at me and we go at it off and on for a few hours. During a break I get up and pull out 4 or 5 nice size dildos including one huge one I have never taken before. JP's eyes light up and I'm glad he approves. He asks if I'm ready for another slam and I immediately say yes! He says the first one he gave me was a .2 but this one will be a .3. I'm like ok whatever and he explains it will be a little stronger - sounded good to me. We do the same procedure - I do him and service him for 5 min or so then he does me. He said remember don't be afraid of the cough. It hits and I cough even more than the first time but I was in even more heaven. I start moaning "fuck my pussy with a big dildo SIR - please use my pussy!!". He proceeds to take a big blak dildo and just ram me hard non stop for a good 15 minutes. Combine the slam with the poppers and I was feeling amazing! I'm like "the big one SIR - please the BIG ONE!!!" He goes for the 14x10 dildo I had never even come close to taking and the head just falls right in. Same thing he fucks the hell out of me for a good hour with different dildos. Needless to say he stayed four more days and by the time he left he fed me my first .4. He turned me out to slamming big time and I will be forever grateful. More stories with JP to follow - not to mention the one time he gave me a .5.

Part 1 Art was a hopeless rock monkey; he loved to hang on craggy granite. Bouldering had long since gone from outdoor workout to an obsessing passion. This muscle-driven sport was ideal for a small guy like Art whose genes created a body more shaped for gymnastics than football or basketball. Best of all this non-competitive rock play fused technical skill with a brutal gravity-defying muscle pump. Geologic formations were Art's favorite gym. Art had long since mapped out and chalk polished his own set of problems at his favorite hang-out, a long rocky uplift called Hoodoo ridge. Hoodoo was a place where Art could spend hours caressing stone, conquering overhangs, laterally swinging and reaching from hold to limitless hold. The vertical ascent wasn't Art's real pursuit. Instead, this rock stud worked a long traverse pushing every muscle of his climber's pumped frame until the very fiber screamed. Art preferred Hoodoo above all the other hang outs for it's near complete privacy. These stones were off trail, hidden among Ponderosa pine well above the more crowded trails of the reservoir below. Art shared the place with a few climbing buddies, but mostly played there alone. On any given sunny afternoon Art could be found bouldering shirtless at Hoodoo in a pair of his favorite worn-out, baggy shorts. He liked the feel of breeze that wafted his exposed ass via a long vertical rip at the seam on the backside. He'd never bothered to stitch it up. The rear exposure not only cooled Art's straining glutes, it was as close to nude climbing as he could get and still protect his precious package from sharp granite or raspy sandstone. There was something to be said for a body sculpted on rock. At a compact 5'7'', Art's lean 140# frame was notable for his baseball round biceps, a tight chest, flexible 6-pak abs, and striated back muscles, every taut fiber a result of hours spent hanging at Hoodoo Ridge. At 28 years, Art enjoyed seeing the ripple of his own sinewy arms and legs as he reached and pulled, satisfied at the little stud frame he'd created. His own private pleasure. It was some shock for the little rock-monkey the day Nate discovered Art's bare ass hugging rock. Nate had just moved to this booming college town from back east on a football scholarship. He was unsure about a new life in a town where black America was seen only on TV, but as an inner-city boy he was hungry to get to know the mountains that loomed above campus. Nate stood out from most of the population on this lily-white university, and that was ok. He was enjoying all the attention. People weren't studying his ebony skin, though. At 6'4", 240 # of football honed mass, Nate was huge. His presence was intimidating to even the most confident. Both women and men stared when Nate the Freight walked by. His college life back east had been filled with football, parties and plenty of sex. Who and what never really mattered that much as long as he got to ram his hard cock somewhere tight and warm. It has probably been this in discriminate choices in sex partners and his unfortunate habit of tearing them a new asshole That had results in him coming back positive in his last health check before changing colleges. It had been 4 weeks since he had pounded someone and he was eager to take it up a notch from his usual hard sex to something really kinky. He wanted a tight neg ass to rip and breed. Part 2: Nate came upon Hoodoo ridge and Art's bare ass after leaving behind a fellow jogging buddy from the team. He and Mike, another linebacker, had headed uphill and off trail to see if they could get a view of the city below from atop the ridge of rocks above. Mike was sucking air and told Nate to go on ahead, he'd be up in a few. Nate enjoyed the presence of his almost equally big white team mate. He thought he might even make a nice breeding buddy, he just wasn't sure if he swung that way. Nate kept climbing breaking into a good heavy sweat as he want and upon reaching the ridge summit heard some heavy breathing coming from the rock. There, hanging like a chimp some 12 feet above the ground, Nate caught sight of one very sexy tan ass, hindquarters of a little white stud. The Philadelphia linebacker had only seen climbing on Mountain Dew commercials up to now and was enthralled by Art's agility as the climber blindly reached for a small crack above his head. Nate was captivated by the fluid movement of this little man as the rock stud pulled his body up a few feet. Now while Nate loved to fuck women or any hole really, he had acquired a taste for little white guys, a habit pursued since high school football. Girls cunts simply couldn't take what he had to offer. Male anal anatomy was another story.And besides even when he ripped a faggot open they ended up wanting more. Overtime, Nate had found he could intimidate, subdue, & seduce most of his teammates and other groupies he'd set his eyes on. For those few who played a little hard to get, Nate had more than once used his imposing size to force himself on, overpower, and impale his prey, conquering their unwilling fear. It was not uncommon after such a forced fuck, that these little men would come asking for more of his big black dick. Such was Nate's power. Seeing this erotic motion on rock, honing in on every muscle tighten on that little guy's back, and smiling at the curve of his finely rounded ass, blood rushed to Nate's head and cock. He knew then if only for this view and the guy fuck in his near future, the move to this town was worth it. Men on rocks! Nate could barely control himself. He wanted to reach up and grab those firm cheeks. He imagined his face buried in that tightly clenched crack, the feel of the velvety warmth of that little stud's love canal as he reamed his 10" black shaft up home. He decided there to make this stranger's tight ass his first breeding conquest. But first things first. Nate moved out of the trees as quiet as a 6'4" man could, and positioned himself underneath the heavily breathing rock stud. The rock monkey climbing above still hadn't noticed the intrusion. "Man, look at that ass. You always climb so exposed?" The boom of Nate's voice pierced the Hoodoo silence. "What the fu..." Art looked down, flinched at the black giant below, lost his hold, and fell off the rock. Nate saw Art slip a second late and while he was able to catch the little stud and break the fall, they both fell back into the embrace of a bush. Nate hadn't meant to scare the little man (well maybe he did) but as a result he found his big hands encircling the rock stud 's pumped upper arms, that exposed tight ass perfectly nestled above his very engorged basket. "Whoa...." Art found himself sitting on the lap of a very large black man. He looked around to see two big eyes penetrating his own. "Jesus, you scared the shit outa me. Where'd you learn to spot, anyway?" Art accused lifting himself off the big black man's lap, unnerved by the outa-the-blue shock of the situation. "As a matter of fact, I do always climb in these shorts. I mean no ones usually around staring up my ass ". added Art. Nate laughed a deep chuckle, licked his lips. "Hey, sorry about spooking you. Never seen a man hanging from the side of a rock." Nate then noticed the rock stud's 7" erect cock sticking like a pole below Art's shorts. "Looks like I got your attention, anyway".

A few years ago I was invited to join some friends on a trip to Munich for a long weekend in December. There were six of us - my friend Michael and his partner, another couple in their mid 30s, Ben and Paul, and another friend of Michael's I hadn't met. For reasons which will become obvious I've changed all the names in this story...... I liked Michael very much - he'd been a good friend for many years and I liked his partner too. The other couple I knew but less well, Paul had been friends with Michael for a long time and I had met him and his partner Ben quite a few times and liked them both. We flew out to Munich on the Friday morning and checked out the Christmas markets in the afternoon. We were all staying until Monday except Paul who had to fly home on Sunday due to work commitments. We had a good time and I enjoyed the company very much. I had been busy at work and was working long hours so I had not had much time for anything else and I was looking forward to having a break. I was also feeling very horny. I knew, however, that this particular group of friends didn't really approve of things like cruising and saunas or sex clubs and also had very strong views on monogamy and on safe sex. I had often heard them talking about it and talking very disapprovingly about the amount of barebacking going on. I had every intention, however, of getting some time to myself and going in search of some horny bareback sex. On the Saturday night we all went out for a meal and later on that night I went off to a large park I had heard was a good cruising ground. I found it easily and had a wander round. It was a beautiful night but it was very cold and there were not many people around. I tried cruising a young lad who looked to be in his late 20s and was dressed in jeans and a puffer jacket but he didn't seem to be interested. A few older guys were cruising but nothing much was happening. Even though I wasn't getting any action, I enjoyed walking around very much. I passed the young lad a few more times with the same result and just as I was on the point of giving up and going back to my hotel, he passed me again and started cruising me. I assumed he had been looking for someone nearer his own age but had concluded that I would have to do. I didn't care and soon his jeans and pants were down and his cock was in my mouth. He had a fair sized cock and I enjoyed sucking it very much. He didn't object when I turned him round and soon my tongue was up his arse. I rimmed him for a while and then stood up and began to rub the head of my cock over his arsehole. Again he didn't object so I began to push the head of my cock into his hole. He groaned and, reaching into his pocket, handed me a small packet. I thought it was going to be a condom but it was a small sachet of lube. I lubed him up and pushed my cock slowly right up his arse. Soon he was leaning against a tree, his puffer jacket hitched up and his jeans and pants at his knees as I fucked him bareback. His arse was really tight and I enjoyed every minute of fucking him. I hadn't cum for several days and before too long I was shooting what felt like a massive load right up his arse. I was feeling much more relaxed and chilled now and we all went out for lunch on Sunday and then Ben went with Paul to the airport for his flight home. The other three were going out for the evening and would not be back until late- they had obtained tickets for some high brow concert outside Munich and were really excited about it. Ben and I arranged to go out for something to eat and found a really good Italian restaurant. I was getting to know Ben a bit better now and I really liked him. A few things he said suggested he was actually more relaxed about some things than the others and he sank quite a few pints of beer in the course of the evening. After we had finished our meal it was still quite early and Ben suggested going for a drink in a nearby gay bar. The bar was nice and modern with good music and friendly bar staff and it was just starting to get busy when we got there. When I went downstairs to the toilet, I discovered there was a darkroom down there too. I took a quick piss and then had a look in the darkroom. Quite a few guys were in there - a young blond twink was down on his knees sucking two older guys and a fit looking black guy was being fucked hard in a corner, I watched for a while and then went back upstairs. A little later Ben went to the toilet. He came back a little while later and said "There's a darkroom down there too." I nodded and Ben grinned. The blond twink was now at the bar and after a while he disappeared again. A little later Ben finished his drink and asked me if I fancied checking out the darkroom. The darkroom was a bit busier now - and there was quite a lot of sucking and fucking going on. The blond twink was bent over being fucked and a few other guys were watching and wanking. As we watched they guy fucking the twink thrust hard up his arse a few times and then pulled out. He took off a condom and threw it on the floor. The twink stayed bent over and a dark haired guy stepped up. He pulled the twink's cheeks apart, lined up his cock and pushed right up him bareback. Ben's eyes lit up and he said "Fuck!" as we moved in closer to watch the action. The dark haired guy was fucking the twink hard up against the wall now and Ben said "Fuck....I'd love to...." I said "Go on, if you want to." He looked at me. "I won't tell anyone." I said. Ben hesitated for a moment and then he moved over to the twink. I watched as Ben pulled his jeans and pants down to his knees and began to wank as he watched the twink being fucked. The twink turned round a little and bent forward, taking Ben's cock into his mouth. Ben and the dark haired guy spit roasted the twink for a while and then the dark haired guy thrust hard up his arse a few times and pushed his cock right up him and held it there and I knew he was cumming deep in the twink's arse. When he pulled out the twink turned round and pushed his arse towards Ben. Ben didn't hesitate - he pushed his bare cock right up the twink's arse and began to fuck him. I hadn't expected that at all and I soon had my cock out wanking as I watched Ben fucking the twink bareback. Ben fucked him for a while and after a while I could tell he was getting close. I watched as Ben threw his head back and pushed right up the twink, obviously blowing his load right up him. When Ben pulled out, I took his place. I was really horny from watching Ben and it wasn't long before I added my cum to the loads the twink already had up him. Ben was a bit quiet when we went back up to the bar but then we got talking to a group of German guys and he livened up again. We got talking to two guys in their mid 30s who were a couple who lived in Munich. One of them was tall and quite thin and the other small and chunky. I went to the toilet and when I came back Ben was chatting to them. I had noticed that Ben was flirting with them, and was clearly enjoying being off the leash for the evening. A little later I went to the bar for some more drinks. The bar was busy and it took me a while to get served. I looked over and saw that Ben was now standing closer to them and chunky guy had his hand on Ben's arse. When I got back the two German guys were just finishing their drinks and shortly after that they left. I couldn't see if they had left the bar or if they had gone downstairs, but I suspected the latter. After a short time Ben put his drink down and said casually "I think I might go check out the darkroom again..." I guessed that he was going to join the other two guys and sensed that he probably would be less inhibited if I wasn't there so I said "No problem, I'll see you later," I waited a while and then made my way back down to the darkroom. It didn't take me long to find Ben and as I had thought, he was with the two German guys. Ben and the taller guy were standing with their trousers and pants down and the chunky guy was down sucking on first one cock and then the other as Ben and the taller guy kissed each other. I watched for a while and then the German guy stood up and Ben got down and started sucking the other two. It was all very horny but it soon got even hornier. Ben was now bent over sucking the chunky guy, his fit arse in the air as the taller guy went round behind him. I saw him taking out a small packet and he began to rub some lube into Ben's arse. This was getting interesting... I didn't think there was any way Ben would get fucked without a condom, but he didn't even look round as the tall guy began to push his bare cock against his arsehole. I watched as the guy pushed his cock right up Ben's arse. He gave Ben a moment to get used to his cock and then began to fuck him. I had my cock out now, wanking as I watched Ben being fucked bareback. I had never thought that Ben would cheat on his boyfriend - and certainly not that he would do it without a condom. The tall guy was fucking him hard now and I could tell that Ben was loving every minute of it. I watched them fuck for a while and then the guy thrust up Ben's arse a few more times and I knew he was cumming in Ben's arse. The chunky guy pulled out of Ben's mouth and moved round behind him. His cock was much bigger than the tall guy's and I watched and wanked as Ben reached round and pulled his cheeks apart to help the guy get his big bare cock up his arse. The chunky guy fucked Ben hard and fast and I could hear Ben groaning as the chunky guy took hold of his hips and began to fuck him even harder. It wasn't long before he too shot his load up Ben's unprotected, cheating arse and I shot my load on to the floor of the darkroom I was back upstairs by the time Ben returned from the darkroom looking flushed. I asked him if he had fun and he grinned and nodded He had no idea I knew just how much fun he actually had.......

In half an hour our plane would land and I would be home. Too bad, I thought. I enjoy flying. At least, I enjoyed it when I could get a window seat and look out at the cloud tops. They always made me feel free and completely unbound. This had been a particularly good flight for that – a front moving between Dallas and here had set an army of clouds in motion. Had I known what else had been set in motion, I might have enjoyed the sense of freedom more. As we approached the last leg of the flight, I turned my attention away from the window to the passenger seated next to me, a slightly older man with a hint of grey in his sideburns. He wore a dark suit and a silver ring on his right hand, with a striking stone set in it, a swirling mix of translucent gold and amber that transfixed my eye. I seldom spoke to other travelers, but this time I asked, “Pardon me, but what is that stone?” He looked away from the portfolio he was inspecting and glanced at me, then the ring. “It is pietersite,” he said, “also known as 'tempest stone'. It is symbolic of control.” “Ah. I see. Very nice.” His voice was deep and foundational. I caught a glimpse of the contents of the folio, which had spread open as he spoke. In it were photographs of naked men, taken in sexually vulnerable poses. I looked up quickly, and found him staring at me intently. “Does this offend you?” he asked, opening the folio so I could see it plainly. “Um... no,” I said, not looking at it. “I guess I just never quite understood how anyone could have something like that open on an airplane.” The man was silent for a few moments, considering. Then he said, “I've met many men like you. All too common. Men whose lives are stifled by needless constraint, self-imposed limitation, pointless morality, or simple fear of the unfamiliar. Men whose potential goes unrealized, or worse, wasted.” He closed the folio. “I, on the other hand, seize life. I enjoy the things I want to the full. I experience no frustration or anger, but simply employ my strengths without hesitation and act upon my desires.” He leaned toward me, and his voice dropped. “You do not have to be as you are. You do not have to live a small, uncertain life. You can experience what it is for a man to have exactly what he wants.” “Wh-what do you mean?” He reached into the jacket of his suit and pulled out a card. “Come for dinner at my home. I will explain. Shall we say Wednesday next, 7:00? Please be punctual.” Then he turned away as if I were not there at all. Shortly we landed, and in the bustle of bags and disembarking, he disappeared. His card bore no name. It simply said ANDROS MANOR and gave the address of a very upscale area on the outer reaches of the city, on the banks of the river. * I would have been made to accept such an invitation. The man didn't sound normal, after all, and the material he was looking at certainly wasn't something the average Christian missionary would be carrying around (well, you never know). Yet somehow he had plucked a string inside me that resonated – I had been aimless for so long, wanting something more in life. Maybe everybody does sometime or other, wonder whether he's failing to grab the brass ring in his life. Anyway, something he said intrigued me. So, on the following Wednesday, I called an Uber and found myself at the gate of Andros Manor. “Dude...” said the Uber driver when he saw my destination. “Posh. Should I wait?” “Nah. I'm going to have dinner before I go home. Thanks for the ride.” I paid him and he drove off, then I pressed the button at the gate. A camera moved on its mounting to point at me, then the gate swung open, allowing me access to the long path to the front doors. A butler – of sorts – greeted me at the door. He was a handsome man, short-haired, dressed in a white sleeveless shirt with a cantonese collar, a black vest, and black pants, but bare feet. He gestured inward with a muscled arm, but did not speak. Andros Manor boasted masculine architecture; robust stone columns supporting spacious interiors with angular, not curved, beams of solid oak. Ample outside light shone through broad windows of stained glass in colors of light yellow to rich red-gold. Rugged oak furnishings occupied flagstone floors among relatively spartan walls, decorated only with only isolated paintings, strategically placed to catch the light – but each painting seemed inspired by something from the likes of the pages of the grey man's folio. By this time I half expected to be led into a massive dining hall with a twenty-foot-long banquet table with a seat at one end and a seat all the way at the other, and four different forks next to the plate. When the butler escorted me in, however, I found my host seated at a modest round oak table with four chairs, ordinary if quality settings, and a roast beef steaming in the center. He rose. “Welcome, my friend. I had so hoped you would join us. I knew you would, from the moment I saw your eyes. You have the look of exactly the sort of man who can hear the truth when it's spoken to him. It's a rare man who can learn simply from being told something, don't you find? Most have to learn the hard way, but I could tell you are a man of intelligence. Please! Join us at table.” The “us” he referred to included two other men, slightly younger than myself, I thought, one Asian, one black, both uncommonly good-looking and well-proportioned. They were both dressed in the same way as the butler. I sat opposite my host. The two at my right and left observed me intently, with peculiar smiles. “These are Samuel and Jamail,” the Grey Man said, “dear friends of mine whom I have asked to join us for dinner. They are gentlemen who share my philosophy of life. You have met my butler, John, of course. John, would you mind?” John came around and set glasses of wine in front of each of us, mine last, which gave me a moment of surprise; I don't drink, but it seemed like a very bad time to mention it, so I decided to just go with it. “John, one for yourself as well; please join us. A toast, gentlemen!” said the Gray Man, raising his glass. “To Men – To their power and desire, and to those who fulfill it body and soul! Now drain your cups!” I have no idea what tastes good or bad in wine, because it all tastes bad to me, but I managed to get it all down. Then we sat to eat. “I'm sorry,” I said to my host, “I didn't catch your name.” “You may recall my saying to you on the plane,” he replied, “that you can experience what it is for a man to be exactly what he wants. The question is, how does a man know exactly what he wants? Can you say that you know?” “Ah – well - “ I fumbled for an answer. “I doubt you can. There, you see, is where most fail. The map is useless without the destination. There is no purchase without the coin.” The smell of the roast beef swept over me strongly; it seemed unusually fragrant. The bare foot of one of the other men, Samuel, bumped into my calf. He smiled at me. The Gray Man continued, “I have learned, now that I am a man of means, that the greatest gift that I can bestow on another man is not material goods, or influence, but to give him knowledge of himself. I make it my business to find those capable of receiving the gift of understanding who they truly are and what they are truly meant to become. Once they receive that knowledge, I then use my power to ensure that they reach that potential.” My hands began to feel numb. I dropped my fork. Jamail, to my right, picked it up and used it to raised a bite of wild rice to my lips. In a growing daze, I allowed him to feed it to me. Samuel, I noted, had begun rubbing my left thigh. “You,” the Gray Man said, “are the raw clay of ambition. I doubt you have any driving goal of your own, but you are still young enough that the desire to become something of great worth burns like a fire within you. Yes. You will become something of very great value to many men. You made the decision yourself, this day, when you chose to come to this place. No one chose that for you. Everything that happens from this moment forward is the result of your own choice. Remember that. This is what you have chosen for your life. I warmly congratulate you, and I will ensure your success.” My vision began to swim. The room seemed to swelter. “Some water... please?” I said (I think). Then Jamail pulled back my chair and began unbuttoning my shirt, and Samuel positioned himself between my legs and deftly released my belt and unzipped my pants. Between them they alternately pushed and lifted me so they could remove both articles, leaving me in my briefs, while John handed me a small glass of water. The air on my body felt better, but the water tasted odd. It did not help my twirling head. Then someone held something under my nose and told me to breathe very deeply. After a moment my consciousness became aware only of the sensations of my body and the instructions of the man telling me to breathe even more deeply again. The last thing I knew was that someone... Jamail... was cutting my briefs off my body with a steak knife, and I heard Samuel whisper in my ear, ”You are soooo fucked.” Then hands, all over my body, and I saw black.

This work of fiction is dedicated to Lisa a Canadian peninsula, 1937 I was never told why exactly our people came to this land. Some say it was to escape the Civil War that many feared would last forever and we'd never know peace. Others say it was to start a religion that ultimately failed to take hold. We were a region without faith -- possibly because of the abominations that inhabited the lush valley in the middle of the island. The soil was rich, black and crops grew well but no one dared to raise livestock because the abominations would snatch them up for food. They were giants, near sixty feet tall. Some of them had two eyes and some just had one. It was said that one should never look into their eyes because they would steal your soul. I'd heard the tale that my own father had wandered too close to the valley in a stupor. Some say he'd been hypnotized, but my own Mama told me he had simply 'taken to drink' and just disappeared during a blizzard. . No one would go near the valley out of fear and also because of the stench from their waste. My mother sold her canned vegetables and berries in town along with her handmade quilts and such. Near her shop was old Mrs. Silven who sold jewelry and was known as an oracle. She could predict things. She's the one who warned my mother to keep a close eye on me. "He's a boy, Hannah. Boys are daring and foolhardy and this one.." she pointed a gnarled finger at me and looked into my straw-colored eyes "..this one is drawn to the valley." Mama thought her a kook, but still kept a close watch on me. I was strangely drawn to the valley. The smell was no worse that some others I had smelled. I'd never seen one of the giants before and really wanted to at least catch a glimpse. Mama believed in God who was some giant man in the sky that I'd never seen. There were giant men here who could be seen -- why were they were not worthy of worship? That's the other thing...there were only male giants on the island. No females. According to the old woman, the added stench in the air was from the rotting bodies of giants who were succumbing to sickness. "They harpoon each other in their backsides which causes them to take sick and die. It comes from the unnatural acts. Sinning against nature brought about their plaque." Mama and the old witch thought they'd all be gone from the valley in a year's time. I hoped not. I was older now and had found ways to sneak off every chance I got. I smoked hand-rolled cigarettes on my walks to the valley. I could hear them at times, but still hadn't see one. One Summer, Mama took to her bed with a sickness of her own. Her heart had always been weak and she went through bad spells. I tended her shop and her garden and made her meals. The rest of my time was spent in the valley. There was an ice cold creek running through the bottom and rumor had it there was a little waterfall somewhere nearby. I pretended to be in search of that, but I wanted to see the giants, see them committing unnatural acts with each other. What I finally found though was a giant's corpse. He had died lying down on crushed trees and boulders. He hadn't been dead long and only had a slight, sweet smell of rot. I saw a raggedy coyote approach the body and sniff it carefully. I wanted to chase it away. If only I'd brought my rifle. And then a giant hand reached down and snatched away the unlucky predator. Standing nearby was a living giant who had been waiting by the body, using it for bait to attract food. At least they weren't cannibals, as had been rumored. The living giant smelled worse than the dead one. He had moss growing between his enormous toes and actual toadstools on his toenails . And then he finally saw me. Was I done for? I'd bring my rifle and hunt game for this GOD. I told Him as much with my mind, He was naked of course. He reached down and grasped me lightly with one hand. I could look down at the tops of trees when he lift me up to his face. He looked right at me with eyes the size of large crates. I didn't care if He took my soul with the stare. I wasn't using it for much anyway. He stuck out an enormous red, pointed tongue and licked my chest. It was softer and not nearly as rough as one might imagine. It was a test as well as a taste. If He ate me, I believe it would only be painful for a second, maybe less. He smiled with a mouth full of jagged teeth that were mostly rotted. I inhaled the vile smell of his breath as if it were holy incense. Hot and humid. He then set me down at His feet. I bowed my head and vowed my allegiance to Him for eternity. And then he made water which washed me completely as it shot me right on my scalp. I understood I was being baptized. It strangely didn't have much of a smell. Or else my sense of smell had been deadened by His other odors. He turned and left, making a new path through the ruined brush and downed trees. I was unable to move for a minute or more. Maybe many minutes more. I was new. I took a short swim in the creek even though it was washing away some of the holy Man Water away. Mama could smell anything, weak heart or not. And old Mrs. Silven was tending to her and she'd know what I'd done. She was part Indian and knew all about root doctorin', herbs, teas and such. I'd avoid her as much as possible. She'd sense my recent conversion and worry Mama's poor heart. I took the long way home so my clothes could dry some. I was barefoot - so at least I didn't have socks or shoes to worry about. It was a hot Summer day and I was nearly dry as when I left from the homestead. No Mrs. Silven when I got home, but Mama was callin' for me. "Boy -- bring me a cold wet cloth for my head. I must be almost mended because I no longer feelin' chilly. You been swimming? I smell the water." "Yes, M'am. I went for a dip in the pond out back." "Careful of snapper turtles -- they'll bite the toes clean off your feet. Did you tend the garden?" I hadn't. "Not yet. Let me fetch you that wet cloth first." I fetched a cloth and soaked it in the cold well water, wrung it out and brought it back to put across her forehead. "You want some Supper, Ma?" "No. Mrs. Silven brought over a concoction made from plants and the web of some special spider. It made me feel stronger but my appetite id completely gone. I'll be able to get up tomorrow." "Good. I might be going out to camp with Luke and Jim tonight. Will you be fine here without me?" "Yes. Have fun. But come here." She took my hand. "You're a man now, Joseph. I know you crave adventure and new things. Please have a care about the bad things in this world. You've strayed from the Lord and I can't make you come back. But know I pray for you always." "I'll tend to the garden now, Mama." She sighed heavily as I left her room. I checked the garden for weeds and grubs. It was thriving in the hot sun and regular rainfall. Was I just imagining it -- or were the gourds getting bigger and riper as I stood near them? The tomatoes too. No. I'd been blessed. That's why the valley was so lush and verdant -- God, Gods lived there. I hadn't strayed from the Lord, Mama. I'd found Him/Them. The strawberries were huge. Getting bigger, redder before my eyes. Thank you for this abundance, Giant Gods. I went back inside to tell Mama that the berries and tomatoes were nearly ready to harvest. "'Tis not possible, Joseph. It's too early." I took her hand to spread my blessed powers to her heart. " "You'll soon be well enough to check for yourself." and she suddenly gasped. "Yes. I want to see. Now. I am feeling perfect." I helped her up and we out to the garden while she she was still her nightgown. "I'll be! 'Tis a miracle!" "I was going to eat some bread with cured ham before I left. Want to join me?" "I do! I surely do!" I prepared us some plates of crusty bread and chunks of ham. Cheese would have been good too, but the price was too dear just now. Mama ate everything on her plate. She had her color back. I helped her to the chair where she liked to read by the light of a kerosene lamp. "It might get colder tonight, Son. Take some matchsticks from the kitchen and build a fire if you have to. This hot spell can't last forever. Take one of Grandmother Tarsie's old blankets too. Just please be careful." I wouldn't just be careful, Mama -- I'd be cared for. I packed my rucksack and headed to town first. I stopped behind Jim's papa's shop and purchased some moonshine he brewed. I knew my own father took to drink and it killed him eventually. But I hankered for some tonight. I was immortal now. I wore shoes this time. I'd be mindful of my God's droppings by just smelling for them. I made it down to the creek just as the sun had set. I found where the previous giant had made a path. Did He want me to follow it? I chose a spot to build a bonfire. I gathered some kindling from nearby. Summer storms had dropped many limbs, thin branches and sticks. Those plus some dry, dead brush made starting a bonfire fairly easy. It grew brighter and larger than I'd thought. This would draw Them to me. I sat near the luxurious warmth of the flames and drank some of the moonshine. I wasn't hard on my tongue or my throat - but it hit my belly like a grenade. I fought to breathe. I smoked my last cigarette and took another sip. Maybe They were fearful of fire. Maybe They were all deep in slumber. I drank more and wished I'd brought another cigarette. The sounds. They were coming this way. I heard trees falling under The weight of Their heavy, strong feet came crashing toward the fire. I'd see all of them at last. There were six or seven of Them. Standing near me - plus two more on the other side of the creek. I knelt down in plain sight, praying, sending them my mental promises of devotion and servitude. They didn't talk exactly -- it sounded like barks and hoots. I think the giant I'd met earlier was the one who picked me up and started passing me around to the others. Their hands were rough and Their long, nails tore my clothes to shreds. Each of them drank in my soul through Their eyes (two of Them only had one eye). I was happy to feed them. Their voices became murmurs. I was put down again and They each started to pleasuring Themselves with Their hands. I got undressed completely and stood naked before them . I knew seed would rain down on me. I had so many cuts on my body from Their nails. I was willing to sacrifice as much blood as I had in me to Them. It didn't take long for a large puddle of holy sperm to land on me. It was heavy and knocked me to the ground. It smelled wonderful. More kept falling and splattering on my prostate body. I just couldn't believe how much weight each drop carried. One of the spurts nearly put out the fire. There was white/gray/milky puddles all around me. My open wounds were exposed to it and it must have gotten deep inside me; it felt like the force of life itself. I sat down and rubbed Their goo with my hands. I swear as I held a pool of it in my pal close to the flames, I could see thousands of tiny baby minnows wiggling around. I used a finger to coat it well and buggered my own back-end hole with it. Why? It felt like it's something They wanted me to do. My Gods were watching me. I needed to sit now. I settled down into a puddle of Their living liquid. The fire was keeping it comfortably warm. I opened the rucksack and dug out the mason jar full of moonshine and drank some lethal gulps. It further warmed me. They were still around me. I knew somehow They wanted to protect me as I slept. Maybe They'd watch the fire in case it spread out of control. I s'pose it was possible They didn't want me wash off Their fertile gift in the creek. I wouldn't dare. I let the fire dry it to a crust as I slowly drank myself to a dreamless slumber. I woke to the sound of thunder. It usually rained much later in the morning. I felt the first drop fall. My clothes were but shreds now. I'd walk home and just tell Mama the others had pranked me. What I hated most was that the rain was starting to wash Their seed off of me. it was becoming lumpy paste as it slid off. I took shelter in an old, rotting barn to wait out the heaviest of the downpour. One of my wounds was still somewhat opened. But the rest had scabbed over nicely with no sign of infection. It occurred to me that I could heal myself -- but what of the virus within me? I'd welcome it and its devastation. None of my Gods last night seemed ill. The rain was lighter now. I finished the moonshine as the sun came up. Mama always said that when the sun shone while it rained - the devil's daughter was getting married. Such nonsense. All of my gift from the Giants had washed away and I was soaking wet by the time I made it home. I hurried inside and the house was quiet as a tomb. I cracked Mama's door a bit and saw that she was sleeping soundly. Her breathing was much better and I knew she's be up soon. I got dressed in all new clothes Mama had made for me and put on my old pair of shoes. No sooner did I go to the kitchen to start a fire in the stove than Mama walked in with her dressing gown on. "When did you get back, Son?" "Just now. I changed to go run the shop for you." "It's Sunday, Joseph. The Lord's day. Where's your new shoes?" "I was pranked by the boys and Luke hid them somewhere. I was going to go look for them after tending the garden." "You do the gardening now while I make us some breakfast. The shoes can wait." I couldn't believe how many ripe tomatoes were ready to be picked. I filled my arms with ten of them and went back inside. "Look, Mama!" "Lord be! It's an early harvest! Let me chop a few and we'll have them with eggs and sausage. Also toast if you want." "I'm not too hungry right now." "But you always love breakfast. Let me touch your forehead. Oh no! You've got a fever! You took in too much night air and got caught in the cold rain. It's just a little sickening is all. I'll brew tea." I left her to busy with the kettle and fled the house. I knew I could be dying. I was a smaller, weaker man than They were. Perhaps I was being claimed for the same eternity They shared. I stopped to spill what little was in my stomach. My fever was climbing still higher. I would not have much time before weakness would take my legs from beneath me. I'd be well soon. They would heal me -- unless I had the same sickness they had. But perhaps because I was a mere mortal, I could be healed. Perhaps I would become one of Them. I sat on the creek bank. The rains had made the water level rise. It sparkled and begged to be tasted. My fever was spiking. I called to Them, prayed to Them. I lay back on the soft mud and closed my eyes. I felt Them coming before hearing the trees breaking. They were in a hurry. My salvation had arrived. Amen. END

I’ve been on PrEP for a month now, but I was still nervous to finally take the plunge. I finally got over those fears and took raw cock and cum at my local bathhouse on Tuesday. I’ve been going there for a couple months now. At first I would just hang out and enjoy the atmosphere of being nude around other men, kindly declining their advances and watching others enjoy each other. I have only recently accepted my sexuality and have been loving how free I feel after finally admitting to myself that I am a gay man. Eventually, I started playing as well but always safe, even after starting PrEP. On Tuesday I was determined though to finally go bare. I got a room and intended to just leave the door open and lay on the bed ass up, but I just didn’t have the guts for it so I started roaming the halls. It didn’t take long for a sexy daddy to come up to me as I walked near the pool area, and I wanted him bad. I have always been into older hairy guys that look like they just stepped off of a big rig and he sure had that look. We flirted a bit, asked if I wanted to go back to my room and we were on our way. Normally I always picked up a condom from the front desk and had that handy, but on that day I simply had lube and poppers on the table next to the bed. As soon as we got to the room I was on my knees working his cock and it didn’t take him long to get fully hard. I told him I wanted his cock inside me and he told me to get up and bend over. I spread my cheeks for him while he lubed and fingered my hole. I was shaking in anticipation when he handed me the bottle of poppers. I took a hit as he lined himself up and then pushed inside me. There was no discussion of condoms or status, and really not much conversation at all. I’m a big time moaner and was probably louder than ever and I know I was probably saying stupid shit like “oh god” and “fuck me” over and over because I just can’t help myself if I’m taking a good hard fuck. We moved from standing/bent over to me on my back with my ass hanging off the side and him standing on the floor and he fucked me hard. It didn’t last too long but he told me he was cumming just as he pushed inside me deep and held it. I could feel his cock pulse and his whole body shake as he unloaded inside me. It was amazing. He quickly pulled out and mumbled thanks to me, picked up his towel and left the room. I was disappointed a little bit because I really wanted suck his cock clean after he had fucked me, but overall it was such a hot fuck. I laid on my back with my legs spread and rubbed my slick loose hole and was so proud of myself for finally doing it. I wanted more. I got fucked again that night and I’ll post that one later.

I'm a Latin Total Bottom in SoCal. Had a 3-way a couple of weeks ago. I knew both guys, as one is a regular fuck bud (a not-so-masculine Black top with 9 inches) and a Masculine furry Latin top with 7 inches. I was a pig on a spit, ???, as they took turns fucking my face and pussy. Both of them shot in me repeatedly and then I rode the Latins cock and shot my load. Was in SF for Folsom St Fair a few days later, too many people to try and hook up ?, then was in PS a week later and had 2 guys separately off BBRT cum to the hotel. The 1st guy was OK and shot his load in me, he wanted to suck my cock, but I don't really get into that, so I thew him out. The next day a big dicked, thick tongued bear came over, ate my pussy, fucked it and shot once then he beat off, got hard, stuck it in me and shot another load. He was a good kisser too. Mmm.. Last Thurs, hard a furry Latin Bear come over and treat me like his pussy bitch. I was in heaven. Ate my pussy, then fucked it, then repeated that several times. He put me on my back with my legs in the air, he was about to shoot his load but I begged him to slow down. He did, rested a bit, and then began to fuck me again as I bent over on the bed on my knees. He pulled his cock in and out of my pussy and pounded it till he shot his daddy cum in me. Then I straddled him, lowering my pussy on and off his still hard cock till I shot my wad. Saturday my regular fuck bud with the 9 inches returned, said he hadn't cum the whole time since we'd done it two weeks earlier. He fucked my pussy ruthlessly with his giant cock and came in me 5 times. Each time he came he'd ask me if I was OK and I replied I was great, wiggle my ass in his face and he'd go right back to breeding my cunt till he shot again. Then I put his still-hard cock back in my hole and rode it till I shot my load. Can't wait to hook up with the Masculine furry Latin top again. I love that fur! Oink! ?

Of course it’s wrong to do that. Even anonymous sex is supposed to be an act of love. I don’t see how to make it illegal without radically increasing Government’s involvement in our sex lives. but Karma’s a bitch and it’s as certain as gravity.

That was certainly interesting! Even if there's no more, it's a good story. Thanks for sharing it.

hungry for cum and piss

So I've been a long time lurker. I was with a guy for a really long time (5+ years) who wasn't really interested in breeding me. We did other stuff, but whenever I'd ask him to cum in me, he wouldn't. Who knows. Anyway, we split up a few months back and I've been hitting up grindr, etc. I've met some pretty cool and decent people, but it's mostly been blowjobs and flakes. Tonight, I was on grindr after work for a while and about to pass out when this toned asian dude hit me up. I'm more on the bearish side and go for the taller and more HWP type usually, but I wanted to get filled up. He came over and we got right to it. I hadn't been fucked in a while, so he went slow. At first I was on my back, then I flipped over face down and he was pounding me from behind. He probably only lasted a couple minutes. Between me moaning like crazy and tensing my hole up, it drove him over the edge pretty quick and he blew a pretty big load in me. He left his dick in me for another five minutes. It was pretty hot and I can't wait to do it again!

Actually I inserted ice cubes in my ass to ease soreness from a rough fuck

Yesterday/Early this morning I went to the Fukdto bb sex party at Club120. The bb party went on for 5 hours from 10PM-3AM. Outside just before 10, I spoke with a handsome younger guy with a moustache. Nothing much, just small talk about past bb sex parties. It turns out he was one of the hosts of last night's bb party. More about him later in this post. Now Club120, if you're not familiar with the venue, is a private gay club/bar, 2 floors, 5 slings, fuckwall, 2 washrooms, a few small cubicles, lots of open space to fuck or be fucked, cash bar (in case you're thirsty for a beverage). My 22 yr old and his new bf joined me in last night's bb party. When I was playing with him, he was 100% bottom. Now I've been pleasantly surprised - he's more vers. He topped me to get my hole ready. Now cum, just stretching. All good so far. His bf came over to Club120 after a nap brought on by driving back to Toronto from northern Ontario. It was nice to meet him. At the end of the night, I don't think they'll be back. They prefer less guys at Steamworks Toronto than the bb forest teaming with barebackers. When the 22 yr old finished widening my daddy hole, a familiar tall, black guy tested out my hole with his cock. He said that my hole went just great, but, because it was early in the night that he wouldn't be cumming in it -- like a lot of guys, a 1-shot wonder! Oh well, you move on! I managed to felch some cum out of a younger Latino beefy guy's hole. He said he'd gotten 7 loads by that time. YUMMY! I sucked a few hard cocks. No cum blasts. But I spotted a younger tall, thin otter jerking his dick as he was watching a guy get plowed in a nearby sling. I told him I wanted his cum and knelt down in position to receive his load. In about a minute, he put his hard cock head in front of my mouth, and I became the recipient of his cumload. Slightly salty, but I was SO happy to get his load. I cleaned off his cock. He smiled and thanked me. A win-win! Last night, IMHO, wasn't a real slutty night like the bb party I attended in early September. Guys were more reserved with whom they wanted to play. It depends on who shows up to these bb parties. It's a bareback event but not everyone plays with everyone else so freely as you'd like it to be or even expect. Last night's guys were guarding their gun powder, if you know what I mean. I kept bumping into the younger mustached host throughout the night. We kissed. He sucked my dick, I sucked his. I rimmed his hole and managed to fuck him for a bit. Toward the end he asked me how my night was going. I told him that I needed to cum. We went into a private cubicle. I lay down. He sucked my hard dick and played with my nipples. That would make me cum. And cum I did. I had not cum in a several days. I left around 2 AM, hungry for food and thirsty for something to drink after sex. Let's hope that the next Fukdto bb sex party has friskier men, open to playing with a wider circle of ages and types!

Took my first load in a very, very long time last night. I've been talking to another local slut lately and we've been discussing being cumdumps together and have almost all the same kinks and interest, and are trying to be whore partners in crime lol, and after chatting a while about different ways to be a total slit, I got so horned up I was a bit drunk, and a bit high and in a spur of the moment made a ad on bbrts and hopped on grindr. Posted I was looking for anon loads behind a dumpster next door, and within 30m had a guy hit me up only 10m away who flaked. Just as I was about to give up and pull my pants up and go home and wait for the next, a guy hit me up. He asked for a few ass pics and a location, sent him a few pics the address and my number and didn't ask for anything else, just told him i was there ready and waiting. 15m later he shows up. I hear and see him arrive, kinda heavy set sort of nerdy looking dude. I go behind the dumpster and wait on my knees, he walks up and pulled his cock out and made me start sucking him right away without a word and slowly built into face fucking me. He had a relatively short cock, but it was a perfect thickness. He got hard within seconds and after a moment told me to stand up and turn around. So I got up, put my hands on the fence near us and he bent me over, starting feeling my ass and hole telling me I have a cute butt, and started lubing himself and working his cock in me. It's been so long it took him a minute to work it in, but after he was in and we were both comfy, he started fucking with rhythm. He kept telling me how tight my ass was, and kept getting harder. After barely a minute my legs were already quivering from his fucking, and I could hear his voice getting more unstable, and after barely five minutes in my ass he pulled out, started stroking until I felt a small squirt of cum my hole and then he thrust it back in to give me a massive load. I was a little surprised and giggled a bit when I asked if he was done already, and he went on about how tight I was and being sorry for being so quick. But I was more than satisfied! Some random guy I met within the past 20m used my ass and found it so tight he couldn't last at all even using it behind some shady dumpster in public, it made me feel like a fantastic slut! After he finished we chatted a bit, bitched about the lube (KY kinda sucks to be honest) and then went our separate ways. Walking home I could feel his load inside me leaking out a bit with each step. It had been so long without a load in my ass I forgot how wonderfully warm and wet it felt having a fresh huge load inside you! I'm very glad I did it, just wish more guys hit me up, by time i felt i should be heading in for the night only 3 hit me up, one flake, one who went silent after, and the guy who pulled through lol. Would have loved to have taken more last night.

Met up with a new discreet guy online looking for head. Picked him up and parked moving to the back of the suv. He wanted me in panties and on my knees to suck him. His precum was super sweet and I ended up begging him to fuck me. Surprisingly, he pushed me down with my pantied ass up. He held me down by the nape of the neck as he yanked down my panties. He spit on my hole and began to slide his cock against it then pressed in. Fuck it was tight and I whined a little which made him push harder. I wasn’t expecting him to move from a bj to his bare cock balls deep so fast but the excitement had me wet quick. He was fucking me from behind, his balls slapping my ass and I was getting wet and frothy. He was surprised, “your pussy is fucking wet, my god, fuck that feels good”. He was a talker and as he pounded my hole kept asking if I liked being his slut, if I was going to swallow his cum after he fucked my little ass. Was the right mix of talk and aggressive to make me moan and whine even more. Shortly I started to beg for his load. Again, he was surprised “you want me to cum in you?” And I begged more insistently. He responded with grabbing my shoulders and pushing me hard against the seat and pulling for leverage as he slam fucked me and said he was going to shoot, he slowed down the thrusts to say “you sure? You want me to cum in you?” And I arched my back to meet his thirst with a please, make me your cumslut, I need your cum in me, cum. He delivered a huge load that ran out of my hole as he pulled out. I sucked his cock clean as he panted and mumbled about cumming in my ass feeling so good. As he dressed he asked if I’d be willing to take him regularly, if I didn’t mind the drive to him. I think I’ll be his weekly cumdump. Fingers crossed As I was driving home a top I hadn’t seen for a while messaged me to come over. I let him know I had just taken a load and he was all in to add his. I swung over and he loaded me within 5 minutes but he kept going leaving 2 more loads in my sloppy cunt. Fuck, both tops heavy cummers combined with my naturally wet hole and hard pounding had cum running down my nuts and cock. I had to fold up my panties like a pad for the drive home. I’m still leaking. I’ve never had this many loads in me before and I’m hooked. I want as many loads as I can get.

[@Petereater - Sorry - I'm a novelist. I suck at short stories. This is likely to go on for a little while. (: ] The Golden Coin - Part II “What is your name?” asked a voice, deep and foundational. “Benjamin... Ben.” Darkness surrounded him, and when he tried to move, his body did not seem to obey him. “Why can't I see? Where am I?” “This is the Adjustment Layer,” said the voice. “This is the place you've chosen for us to have our conversations. You chose this place because it is warm, and you are safe here. It is a good place. We have been enjoying our talks, you and I.” The Gray Man. The voice was his. “Why can't I move?” “There is no need to move. You are completely relaxed. We are in the Adjustment Layer, and you are safe here, just where you chose to be. How old are you, Ben?” “I'm 34.” “Are you married, Ben?” “No.” “No. I remember. that is what you told me before.” When? Ben thought. When did he ask me before? Yet he had a strange sense that this conversation had already taken place... more than once, even. “The beauty of women is not to every man's taste,” the Gray Man said. “I believe you are a man with varied tastes, as befits a man who is meant to live an unfettered life. What do you think of my butler, John? How does he look to you?” Suddenly a light came on in front of him, a spotlight shining downward on John, who stood naked facing him. John's arms were raised, his hands clasped behind his head, creating a classic V physique. The arrow of muscle terminated in a large penis, hanging turgid, pointing eight inches toward the ground. The light went out. “What about Samuel?” Another spotlight to his left illuminated Samuel, also nude, posed sidelong to Ben's view, his belly taut and chiseled, his fully erect cock pointed skyward and throbbing up and down with each beat of Samuel's heart. The light went out. “What do you think of Jamail?” To Ben's right, a spotlight reflected off Jamail's rounded biceps and bunched chest muscles, as he gripped a nine-inch cock with both hands and pointed it it at Ben, and tilted his head back in passion. The light went out. “These are images from your own deepest desire, Ben. We are in the Adjustment Layer, where everything is what you desire. This is where you learn the truth about yourself, from the one who knows you best... you. “It has been remarkable to have these conversations with you – to witness such drive, such motivation to become something new, to see a man reach deep within himself to convert his innermost desires into fuel for permanent change. “I have hardly ever seen a man with such focus on a calling, but each time we speak of this, you summon up the same images – images of superior men who could value you. Such men will value you. You yourself have revealed your purpose, through the images embedded deep within your own subconscious – you are meant to serve superior men, and you will be excellent.” As the Gray Man spoke, his voice seemed to surround Ben, to pass over and through him. Was it actually the Gray Man speaking, or Ben's own mind explaining itself to him in a voice he found filled with authority? Those men – Samuel, John, Jamail – had he really been having thoughts of them naked? Really, deep down, and not realized it? Ben had never done anything with a guy before... he was just... awkward around other people. “Ben, this has been a very interesting conversation. I think we have made excellent progress today. We can return to the Adjustment Layer any time you wish. All I have to do is say the words, “Adjustment Layer,” and we'll be back here again, warm and safe, just as you have chosen. For now, though, it is time for you to wake up. When I say the word “arise”, you will count slowly to ten, and then you will find yourself fully awake and refreshed, and sexually aroused like a healthy male. Ben, arise.” Ben counted, “One, two, three, four... “ and everything around him seemed to gradually brighten. When he reached ten, his eyes opened to a fully lit room with a simple couch and a chair, adjacent to a large tiled bathroom. He found himself wearing only a towel around his waist. He was alone. He felt a familiar need, and his cock began to stir. The glass door to the bathroom then opened, and Samuel, also towel-clad, entered and beckoned to him. “Time to clean,” he said. Samuel's body looked exactly as Ben had seen it in his mind. Ben couldn't stop himself from wondering if Samuel's member also looked the same under his towel. The bathroom had a spacious showering area with multiple shower heads connected to extensions so that they could be lifted off to shower different parts of the body. Samuel started a shower and adjusted the temperature. As he did so, Jamail and John both entered, both in towels. “Is he ready for cleaning?” Jamail asked Samuel. “As ready as he'll ever be.” The three of them removed their towels and set them aside. Ben's eyes moved from one crotch to the next, confirming that the images he had seen had been real. John lifted the shower head of its hook, and Ben noticed that the head seemed unusual – very narrow, streamlined, and smooth. In one quick move, Samuel pulled of Ben's towel, and Jamail quickly brought him to a kneeling position, then forced his chest to the floor. “Wait, what - “ “We're helping you clean,” Jamail said. “Don't struggle. It's gonna take a while.” Ben felt a finger touch his anus with some slick substance, then slowly force its way in. “Mm,” said John. “Verrry tight. He'll definitely have to be loosened up... you know, before.” “Oh, fuck yeah,” said Jamail. “He'll get split in two otherwise.” A moment later, hard metal replaced the finger as the shower head made its way inside Ben's hole. He felt the warmth of the water begin to fill him inside, and he started to wriggle in Jamail's hold, but the black man clamped down. “Let it in, baby. Let it in. We're gonna fill you up and rinse you out til you're hollow.” Samuel gradually increased the water flow, and Ben felt his belly swell. The current ran across his prostate, stiffening his erection. After a few minutes, he gasped and began to breathe heavily, and Jamail pulled him up. John ran strong hands over Ben's taut and bulging gut. “Hold it in until I tell you,” he said. He went behind Ben and brought his hands around Ben's front and began massaging his abdomen. Ben could feel John's cock pressing against him from behind. Samuel reached down casually and ran a thumb up the underside of Ben's cock, teasing out a long thread of precum. He smirked. “Okay, go to that toilet and let all the water out,” John said. Ben hobbled quickly over and released his bowels, embarrassed, as the others watched intently. After the first release, John came over and massaged his gut again to prompt him to release twice more. “Right,” he finally said. “Let's go again.” “What!” “Til you're hollow,” repeated Jamail. By the third time, Ben didn't think any part of his insides could get any wetter. By the fifth time, Ben began to feel violated. The other three men had started to use their fingers to spread his hole open to peer inside, and explore. After the seventh filling, the water from Ben's ass had all come out clear. “Is he hollow yet?” asked Samuel. “Almost,” said Jamail. Jamail bent Ben over and and Samuel took hold of Ben's cock by the root, behind his balls. Then Jamail inserted two of his long, strong fingers into Ben's waterlogged hole, sought out ben's swollen prostate, and pressed hard. “AH!” cried Ben. “Oh, no!” Ben felt a gush of cum rise up from the depths of him and flow like a stream out his rigid cock. He wasn't cumming – they had just milked him, like an animal. Jamail pressed even harder, and another pulse of white liquid gushed out. Ben felt a wave of shame begin to wash over him... but then he saw their eyes – shining with excitement, with triumph at what they'd been able to make him do. “Now he's hollow,” said Jamail. “Yeah," said Samuel, "but that's wasteful.” “True,” said Jamail, and Jamail reached over and held Ben's mouth open while Samuel, who had caught Ben's cum in the cup of his hand, emptied what he held onto Ben's astonished tongue. Jamail then held his mouth closed, and Samuel stroked Ben's throat until he swallowed. “Now everything's cleaned up,” Samuel said. He, Jamail and John tidied the shower area, gathered their towels, and left Ben on his knees on the tiles, water still dripping out his ass, and the taste of his own semen lingering on his tongue. Ben knew he would never forget that taste. It tasted of something he had done, he himself, with his own body, that had pleased those powerful men. He had excited them. They had been interested in his body, explored his body. What if he could always... He stopped, and shook his head. What was he thinking? What the hell just happened? He shivered suddenly, found his towel and wrapped it around him. How long had he been in this bizarre mansion, anyway? It was time to find the door... “Benjamin,” said a voice over an intercom, deep and foundational. “Adjustment Layer.”

Part 14 After Justin pulled out it was time for the each member of the group to take a turn at seeding the straight boy’s ass. All the while keeping him extremely high and filling his head with the idea that he would only be sexually satisfied by a cock in his ass. Jason knew he was getting fucked, his brain struggling with the conflict of disgust and the pleasure he was receiving. What he didn’t know was that each load given to him had that extra special ‘gift’. The figured to slowly expose him to the truth that they were not only turning him into a bareback bottom, but a pozzing his straight, neg ass (a double conversion). It was well into Saturday afternoon even they finally let him out of the sling to have a break, get some food in him before continuing his double conversion. Jason could feel humans coming down from the drugs and surprised the group by asking, “Think I can get another one of those slams before I start getting fucked again?” When Justin hard his brother’s request he looked him in the eye and asked, “Is my little bro starting to like getting fucked while high?” Jason couldn’t deny the transformation he was experiencing as he willingly climbed back into the sling, held out his arm and simply said, “Yes, slam me up and fuck me please.” If Jason was asking for a slam, the group figured he should get a double slam, one in each arm. That would send him higher then he’d been to that point. As Jason watched then apply the tourniquet to his right arm he felt the other arm being worked on. With a number of the group watching the administering of the double slam he knew not to question or resist. Both points were inserted almost simultaneously as they counted down “3-2-1” and both points are emptied together into Jason’s veins. The tourniquet on the right arm was removed first. Jason felt the familiar warmth into his chest followed by a strong cough. As his rush began the tourniquet on the left arm was removed. Jason was not prepare for the additional meth. He coughed out hard 4-5 times and could barely focus on anything going on around him as he drooled and attempted to speak. Some around him thought to hear him say “Oh fuck yeah” others thought he said “Oh fuck me”. Either way, Jason was again getting fucked as each and every member there dropped dirty load after dirty load inside Jason’s ass. By this point Jason was definitely enjoying getting fucked as he clearly was moaning in pleasure with every thrust have into him. A little over an hour later he started become more coherent and was clearly heard saying, “Come on, fuck that ass. Give me that cock of yours. I need you to fucking breed me.” David was fucking him at this point and figured now was as good of a time as any to let the formerly straight jock know what he was really getting. Looking down at Jason without breaking his fuck stride David asked, “Does our jock boy like getting fucked? You gonna take dick in your ass from now on? Is Jock boy through with female pussy? You ready to be our bareback bottom cum dump?” David punctuated each question with a hard and deep thrust. Jason would answer after each question, “Yes”. It’s was the last question that caught him a little bit by surprise when David asked, “Are you ready to get pregnant? Ready for my gift? You ready for another dirty load of cum? Ready for my high poz viral load?” Jason knew from the start that every guy who fucked him was fucking him bare. Hell that’s how he fucked the girls from school, of the girls he fucked thought he got her pregnant only for her to have her period a week later. But now he was the one getting fucked raw and hacking guys shoot their cum inside his body. Seeing a slight look of shock on his younger brother face Justin leaned in towards his brother telling him, “That’s right little bro, after we’re done with you this weekend you’re going to be just like the older bro, a cock craving gay bareback, HIV positive bottom. You’ll be laying in bed from now not just thinking about a cock in your ass, but a bare, raw cock that will eventually gives you exactly what you need besides a good fucking. It will give you the cum you truly want.” As much as the thought of being HIV positive upset Jason, he knew deep then that he was having the next sex in his young life. He looked up at David, who was getting close to delivering his toxic load, and said, “FUCK! Give me your dirty load. Get me fucking pregnant.” That was all David needed to hear as he slammed balls deep into Jason and emptied his balls into the new cum dump, bareback bottom.

So I had the day off this Friday and thought I would go and cruise my favorite bookstores in town. I went to my favorite store first and the reason I like it better is they have 20 booths. Five sets of booths have gloryholes between them and 4 of the 5 have two good sized holes in the wall. Plus you pay $8 to go into the arcade for as long as you want and if you leave you have a $5 re-entry fee. So I got there around 3 in the afternoon and the place was kind of busy but most of the guys were older which for the most part I don't mind. Sometimes I like sucking the older guys cocks. They seem to appreciate a good servicing. I did manage to suck one older guys cock and he gave me a good load to swallow. I walked around for a little while and at about 5 pm I went to my other favorite bookstore. This store you buy tokens and stay until you use them up or buy more. They have 6 single booths with holes between the six of them and there are 3 large booths big enough to get 3-5 guys in easy. Then there are some booths towards the front of the store but they show mainly straight porn on those. I buy $10 in tokens and head back to the booths in the back of the store and settle into a booth next to one with the light on over the door. I put some tokens in and unbuckled and dropped my pants sat down and looked through the hole into the next booth. There was a younger guy standing there with his pants down and stroking a nice average hard cock. I put my finger to the hole and he turned and pushed his cock through the hole for me. I started sucking this guys cock and stroked my cock while working his cock over with my mouth. He pulled his cock back out of the hole and put his finger to the hole so I stood up and slid my cock through the hole and this guy was giving my cock a good sucking. I let him suck my cock for a while but I didn't want to cum just yet so I pulled out and he immediately stood up and put his cock back through the hole. His cock was real hard now so I started to suck him real hard and fast and in no time I was rewarded with a nice load of cum down my throat. After he came in my mouth he zipped up and left out the back door in a hurry. I get a kick out of the guys that cum and run. It was only a few seconds and the booth was occupied buy another guy who had his cock out as he was putting tokens in. I knew he was wanting to get his cock sucked and didn't want to mess around. His cock was semi hard when he slid it through the hole and I started stroking is as I got down on my knees. I slid his cock into my mouth and I heard him moan loving the feeling of my mouth on his cock. In no time at all his cock was hard as a rock and he started to pump and fuck my mouth. He did this for a very short time and pulled his cock out an holding onto his cock he turned his hips and then pointed his cock back at the hole. I knew what he wanted now so I spit into my fingers and lubed up my ass with my spit as I stood up and turned my ass to the hole. As my ass hit the hole his cock was already poking trying to find my hole so I reached back and guided his cock to my hole and that is all he needed and he pushed his way inside of me. I spread my ass cheeks and pushed my ass against the hole so he could get in deep. He pumped me for a couple of minutes and moaned as he pushed in deep and held his cock as he pumped his load deep inside of my ass. He pumped a couple of short slow pumps and his softening cock slid out of me. As I pulled my ass away from the hole he was zipping up and exiting the booth. I put my fingers back to my hole and pushed out some of his cum into my fingertips and brought my fingers up for a taste. I cleaned up as best I could and was out of tokens now so I exited the booth and walked around to see if there were more guys there. There were two guys there and from the sounds of it one of them was getting his cock serviced real good so I figured I would go back to the other bookstore. I paid my $5 re-entry fee and headed to the arcade. I walked into the arcade and noticed two guys in the back one was a younger regular and I'm not his type and didn't get a good look at the other guy as he hurried and entered a booth as soon as he seen me walk into the arcade. The booth he entered has two holes in the wall in between so I walked around to the other side of the booth and looked through the hole and noticed he had his pants down and was stroking his cock so I entered the booth and locked the door. As soon as I got the door locked and turned towards the hole he already had his cock through the hole wanting me to suck him. So I got down on my knees and gave him what must of been a good blowjob because he came very quick pulled out zipped up and left. I heard the chime as he walked out the door of the arcade so I knew it was just me and the younger regular in the arcade. I knew there wasn't going to be any action between the two of us so I sat down and pulled out my phone and loaded up barebackrt and adam4adm to see who was online trolling. By now it was about 6:30 and barebackrt didn't have many guys on and I switched over to adam4adam. I switched from the last login to guys near me and I noticed one guy that was less than 100 ft away. I opened his profile to check him out. He was about 6 years younger than me had a nice face pic for his profile pic. I read his profile and everything looked good and then my heart skipped a beat and my cock got instantly hard when I read his hiv status, he is Poz. My heart was beating so fast as I went back and re-read his profile. As I am reading his profile I hear the door lock on the booth next to me. I leaned down and looked through the hole and my cock jumped. It was the guy from adam4adam and he was just sitting in the chair in the booth going through the movie selections. I could tell he was checking me out through the hole but he wasn't touching his cock through his jeans or really doing anything. So at this point my cock was so fucking hard that I had to release it. I stood up unbuckled, unzipped and dropped my pants and sat back down stroking my hard cock looking through the hole to see if that would get him going. I noticed he leaned forward a little to get a look into my booth and his hand went to his cock and he started rubbing his cock through his jeans. Then he unbuckled his belt and unzipped and slid his underwear down just enough to get his cock and balls out and he started to stroke his semi hard cock. He didn't have a huge cock but a nice average cock. I put my finger to the hole to let him know that I wanted to suck him. That's all it took and he stood up slid his jeans and underwear down and moved over to the hole and slid his cock through. I grabbed on to his cock and started to stroke it thinking to myself "damn you have a HIV Poz cock in your hand". My cock was hard as a rock and I was stroking my cock with one hand and stroking his cock with my other hand all the while thinking about the Poz cock in my hand and do I really want to do any more than just stroke him. I stroked his cock for a short while and I moved my face closer to the head of his cock and got my nose to the tip of his cock so I could catch a smell of this Poz cock in my hand. My heart was fucking pounding in my chest and I thought to myself fuck I wouldn't be able to forgive myself if I didn't at least taste this Poz cock in my hand. I kept thinking to myself it isn't all that often that you have a cock this close that you know is Poz. So I moved my lips forward and placed his cock on my lips and with a slow motion I pushed his cock into my mouth until my nose was pressing against him. My mind was going fucking mad I had a Poz cock deep in my mouth and the head of his cock was at the back of my throat. For a second I didn't know what to do, I kept thinking about the Poz cock and wondered what I was going to do, I mean fuck if I keep doing this then he is going to cum. Then I came to my senses and started to suck his cock as good as I knew how and he must have approved from the moans on his side of the wall. I couldn't help but keep thinking about the Poz cock I had in my mouth and wondered how long it would be until he was ready to cum and better yet was I going to be ready when he came. While I had his cock sliding in my mouth my mind wandered again, wondering what his Poz cock would feel like sliding in my ass. I couldn't believe what I was doing next. I spit into my fingers and lubed my ass up with my spit as I continued to suck his cock. I kept telling myself that I was fucking crazy to think that I wanted this Poz cock up my ass just to see what it felt like. As I was trying to rationalize this in my mind I was standing up, holding onto his cock as I turned my ass towards his cock and guided the head of his cock to my hole. I paused for a second as I took a deep breath and slowly pushed back against his cock. My heart was pumping so hard and fast knowing that I was pushing a Poz cock into my ass and then my ass cheeks hit the wall. I had this guys Poz cock balls deep inside my ass and I was fucking loving it. I slid forward a little bit and pushed back and he started to pump his cock in and out of my ass so I press my ass against the wall as hard as I could. I was stroking my cock feeling his hard Poz cock sliding in and out of me thinking fuck I am going to have a known load of HIV Poz cum pumped inside my guts if this guy continues. He picks up the pace and is pumping his cock in and out of me at a good pace now, I can hear his breathing pick up and I am about to hyperventilate knowing I am going to have my guts sprayed with Poz cum and then he pulls out. I am caught off guard for a moment. I reach back and feel my hole and I can tell he hasn't cum yet and I look back through the hole and I see him reaching in his pants pocket. He is pulling out a condom and I thought oh hell no. I thought maybe he had second thoughts about loading me up so I whispered through the hole that I wanted his cum. He told me that he wanted to cum in my mouth and that it was going to be a huge load if I didn't mind. I told him that it was fine and I wanted to taste his cum in my mouth. He put the condom back in his pocket and slid his cock back into my mouth and I grabbed onto his nut sack while sucking his cock. I didn't want to have him pull out at the last second. I sucked his cock hard and fast and I could tell he was getting ready to blow his load by the way he was breathing and in a few seconds his first shot of cum hit the back of my throat with such force it almost choked me. Then I could feel shot after shot of his cum hitting my throat and the back of my tongue. Fuck he wasn't kidding this guy can cum. I had to swallow twice just to keep up so I wouldn't spill any out of my mouth. I kept sucking his cock until he went soft and pulled out of my mouth. He bent down and thanked me and told me that he really needed that. I told him that I should be the one thanking him for such a huge load. He got his pants back up and exited the booth and I just sat back in the chair and stroked my cock thinking about the Poz load that I just swallowed and blew my nut into my hand so I could eat my load. I cleaned up and left thinking how hot it was to eat a load of Poz cum. I did get online the next day and sent him a message on adam4adam to thank him for the hot session at the bookstore. He messaged me back and thanked me for the awesome blowjob. I told him anytime he needed to bust a nut to get back to me and I would be more then happy to help him out.

tricky topic, So if a father bonds with his son over sports it is ok. However if a father bonds with his son over sex it is questionable--if they were tag teaming a woman most would say ok. My deal is if your a bottom and they fuck you what the heck--if they play together alone who cares, I guess I would get over it,

Part 10; Having momentarily gone to the other side of the room, my Master returned. He still had his German army Boots on, put had lost the Leather waistcoat. He was now wearing two different things. A Gas-Mask, AND ... The Oxballs Fido Cock-Sheath, in RED! This Monster had a total of 8" insert-able length, and a Girth that ranged between 5.5" to 7.5" along the shaft. He slowly deflated the inflatable Dildo that had been buried deep inside my cunT now for I don't know how long, and placed the tip of the Cock-Sheath about an inch past my battered swollen cunT-lips. He took hold of my Harness, and slowly pushed in almost all the way. He then very slowly pulled almost all the way out. He fucked me like this, deep, and slow, completely stuffing my cunT. I was watching him in the mirror, and noticed he was looking down at his new dog shaft taking me how he wanted. He was grunting and growling inside his Gas-Mask, so I knew he was getting off on stretching my cunT to it's now new capaciTy. Then the Basement door opened, and down came Pete. And started talking, as my Dark Master continued to plow my now as of moments ago, POZ cunT! - Hey Jim mate. Been chatting to several guys online. We so far have 5 unmedicated poz fuckers coming over, 2 Tops, and 3 Versatile. Plus this cute neg twink who has fantasized the whole time whilst he was at Uni about being knocked up responded to the 'pozzing parTy' headline on my profile. He just moved to our City for his first job. I told him he has to be 100% certain this is what he wants, because once your front door closes behind him, He will not be allowed to leave. By the way, here is your phone, it's been pinging like a maniac with IM's coming through. - That sounds good Pete. Just put my phone down there. - How is my boy? *Pete quizzed* - My cunT is completely stuffed, and very sore. I'm happy! - OI, we forgetting something, it's 'Master' to you - I'm sorry, it is no longer possible to address you as Master anymore - What stupid game are you playing FAGGOT? My Dark Master let his huge Dog Dick release from my cunT, on what was the final out stroke for a small moment. He pushed me to the mattress so I was lying on my front, got my legs spread as wide as possible, lifted up my hips so my sweet 'Dark Master POZ ASS' was ready for the taking, put the tip of the Fido Cock-Sheath at my cunT and slid in, and as he did he lay right on top of me, which FORCED his Dog Dick to fully penetrated me, and the tip was now stabbing the end of my rectum .... - OOOHHHH FUUUUUUUUUHCC-Ck, Oh My GooHHd *My Master sure now had me grunting like the filthy little toxic pig that I am* - What the FUCK is going on here? *Quizzed my former Master, Pete* My Master just ignored him and began to impale my nasTy cunT with very short yet powerful aggressive thrusts, each one stabbing the end of my rectum and causing me to grunt. He took off his Gas-Mask, and propped up his torso by lifting up with his hands and forearms. He looked at Pete, saying nothing, just contorting his face, and snarling, whilst he continued to stab with his new Dog Dick. I could see this in the mirror, and, it was fucking HOT! ... He then stopped; - Pete, I now OWN this toxic fuck pig here - Well, I knocked him up, so, really, I'm his Master, his owner - That's not entirely accurate, as I can assure you, I am the one who knocked him up only moments ago - You could have only achieved that if you Bloo... Aaaaaah, I see. I get it now. I thought we were gonna slam him at the same time? - Well, yeah, that was the original plan. BUT, when I had his Beautiful neg cunt wrapped tightly around my nasTy fully blown Diseased DeaTh-sTick over your car bonnet, I knew then, it had to be me that became his rightful owner of this sexy filthy Fag-Pig-Dog! My Dark Master climbed off of me, and stood up. Pete leaned in and shook his hand; - Nice one Jim mate. You have proven yourself that between two nasTy dominanT dudes, you are the true ALPHA. He's yours!! ... Check your IM's. Must be about the pozzing parTy, I bet - Let's see. Aaaaaaah, yes ... So, out of the 97 unmedicated toxic pigs in the group, 23 have confirmed they'll be coming. Add that to the 5 Pete has found, that's 28 extra toxic loads you're gonna take tonight, pig My former Master Pete knelt down behind me, lifted me back onto all 4's, and stuck his toxic Fuck-weapon back in my poz cunT, and immediately fucked me like he hated me! - Oh Fuck YEAH, you nasTy FAGGOT. What was only this morning a tight neg cunT, is now loose, and POZ! ... You are one fucking nasTy pig! - Thank you Sir. Please cum in me again. PLEASE cum in me. He gave several hate thrusts, then withdrew, and knelt before my face ... - I enjoyed cumming in you earlier boy, when I thought I was knocking you up. But, I must save my toxic cum for the new neg twink that is on his way. And this time, I'll be making sure that he remains MINE. He then spat on and slapped my face. And looking deep into my eyes via his executioners hood, he smirked, and said; - You fucking nasTy AIDS whore! ... Jim, I'm going back upstairs for another Lager, and to see if we get any more bites, and I shall take your phone upstairs, so, there is signal for IM's to come through. - OK. Thanks Pete. The Basement Door closed, and my Dark Master came back over from his current transformation. Still with his German army Boots, and HUGE Fido Cock-Sheath, he was now also wearing; 'Devil Claws', Red latex gloves with Monster textured skin, covering his hands and forearms with sharp claws. Plus, he was now wearing a really scary looking 'Noble Were Wolf' Mask. He knelt behind me, and penetrated my sexy nasTy cunT. Unlike last time where he held onto my Harness, and very slowly slid all the way in and out, this time he instead held onto my waist and commenced a decent fuck rhythm! I looked in the mirror, and all I could see was this scary Monster and his wasted AIDS ass darting in and out, stretching my newly infecTed cunT ☣️☠️??

I'd love to go to a sauna or cruising area with a mate and find used filled condoms and empty them in my arsehole. Huge turn on!

Part 6. As I walked to the exit of the video booths, the light from the main room of the store nearly blinded me. My eyes weren’t ready for the blast of harsh fluorescent light pouring in and I shivered, completely naked just inside the doorway. The halls and the booths were warm and humid with the sex sweat of the hundred or so men who had been banging it out through the day, but the showroom was sparse with glass cases filled with dildos, plugs, cock rings, and all kinds of implements of ass destruction. The air seemed thinner the closer I stepped to the light and my heart almost pounded out of my cum caked chest. I could feel the jizz solidifying on my face, in my hair, and all down my body and all the stimulation made my cock as hard as it ever had been. I had to get into that theater and there was nothing to do but do it. My right foot hit the white tile floor and I was on display now, completely. There was nowhere to hide at all. As I got to the first display case I saw a collection of buttplug—always my favorite toy. My mind wandered away and it was like I wasn’t bare assed naked, but just browsing casually. My eye caught a black silicon plug, almost the same as the one I had at home. A medium. Still a struggle to get it past my tight hole, but so goddamned amazing when the thickest part finally breached and quickly popped inside. I loved that plug and even wore it to the tobacco shop on the occasional night. 6 hours of serving the public with that beauty in made me begin to consider a pair of adult diapers to simply keep my flowing precum from soaking the front of my jeans. “HEY!” The shout ripped me right out of my dream state. Shit. It was the guy behind the register and he’d finally looked up from his phone to see me. “What in the EVERLOVING FUCK are you doing?!?” “I just need to get into the theater,” I said as best I could with the cum mask stiffining the skin on my face. “You know we’re supposed to call the cops if one of you booth beasts pops out here looking like you,” that thought made him laugh pretty deeply. He rolled that around in his head for a good long minute. “Please, man, they took my stuff and it’s in there,” I explained—poorly beneath cum spiked hair and hard rivulets of cum all over my cheeks and nose and chin. “Theater costs ten bucks, slut,” he chuckled, looking me up and down hard, “you got a ten spot hiding on you someplace?” As I went to speak, he interrupted sharply. “Ah, that’s right, your pals have all your stuff in there. Fun pals you got, leaving you high and, well, you ain’t quite dry yet, are you punk?” I bowed my head and shook out a weak “no”. “Ahhh, hell slut, I was just fucking around with you about the cop thing,” he laughed again, less forboding this time, somewhere between genial and devious. “We can work out a way for you to pay your way in. Now, get over here to the counter, and, while you’re by that display, grab that plug.” I sheepishly grabbed the twin for the one I had at home. “Hey, not that little popper!” He snapped, “That one’s for women. You might be a fucked up bitch, but you ain’t no woman. Grab the large and get your ass over here.” I swept my hand up and grabbed the “large” and it was at least twice the size as mine. It also was significantly heavier, the silicon covering a steel core with a solid steel ball bearing inside that clanked hard with every move. Just having it in my hand made my ass clench in pain. But I did what I was told and walked up to the counter. The plug clomped to the glass top and the attendant looked me dead in the eye. “They really did a number on you boy,” he said under his breath as he thoroughly looked me over. “Boys must have been saving up for days to get that much out.” Then he looked dead in my eyes and cocked his head to the side. “You look like a two dollar whore right now. A real cumdump slut. Well, maybe not a cumdump YET,” he said as he reached across the counter and down between my legs. His finger pressed up against my hole and hit dry resistance. “Oh yeah, you haven’t had cock in there for a while. I’ll bet you’re just aching to get out of all this light and get to working on all those hard cocks waiting for you,” he levelled his solid gaze dead in my eyes. “It’s still 10 dollars to get in there.” This was getting a little frustrating and was pumping the hell out of my blood. The frustration was so strong I hadn’t noticed my cock had gotten even harder and was leaking like a fountain. “Looks like you have to earn your money by being a real goddamned two dollar whore. Get around this case and hit those knees faggot. I want to feel you work.” Almost like teleporting I was on my knees, back arched, head craned up, and waiting for further instructions. I saw him dig something out of his back pocket. Two one dollar bills. He brought them to his mouth, spit on them and then roughly slapped them onto my glazed forehead, “now you’re paid you little goddamned whore, suck my cock well” he said working his thick dick out of his jeans. And as it worked out I was hypnotized. It was thick as hell and it didn’t seem to have an end as he kept pulling it out and forward. Did he have a hose reel in there? I thought... in a second though it was out, hard, and the piss slit was pressed against my lips. “Suck that cock well boy” he growled down at me, grabbing the back of my head, “suck it really well and you get to parlay your two dollars into ten.” And before he had finished the last word I had that cock working it’s way slowly into my wet mouth. I felt his incredible thickness stretching muscles that I didn’t even know I had, wedging my jaw down sharply and before I realized, his fat cock head was knocking on the door of my throat. I felt like something was going to snap, but he pressed further and my lips and tongue did their very best to pleasure this pole. The tension and pain and invasion of my face blocked all pain I might have felt and he pushed down deeper, splitting my almost virgin throat wide open. He fucked my face hard and deep and made my lips a foamed up mess of precum and spit. I looked like a mad dog whore and I felt like one too. My tongue was on auto pilot and from the sounds he was making, it knew what it was doing. After a few minutes of hard face rape he stiffened up and exploded. The cum shot out like a pressure washer, blasting down my throat and filling me uncomfortably full. Fuck but I was turned on. Naked for everyone to see, and whoring my mouth out to a complete stranger. My dick dripped even more precum, and I struggled to keep from blacking out. Slowly he pulled that monster out with a big smile on his face. “You earned the theater, cocksucker. Damn fine job. I’ll be in after a while and take that pussy asshole of yours so be fucking ready bitch.” He laughed again as I slowly pulled myself up to standing. As I turned to get back around the counter, he grabbed my shoulder. “Just a second...” He turned and was fiddling with something and then quickly turned back. He’d attached the large plug to a chain necklace, and then he lifted the chain around my neck. The plug dropped heavily against my chest. He looked me dead in the eyes again, “you’ve got a fan in there who ponied up the cash for this plug. He calls himself CigarBear but all I saw him smoking was a big dark pipe.” The attendant looked me over one more time. “He’s definitely going to give your hole a solid fuckdown. And that plug is just the cherry on top.” I slid around the counter and started my journey to the theater. I could hear a lot of voices rumbling from inside the darkened doorway and even more, I could smell the smoke. That was my blend in there and I was going to feel that cock of his soon...

Part 5. As I walked out of the booth and toward the three men milling around down the rows of booths I felt a simultaneous chill and flash of heat wash up my body to my face. I had to have gone beet red, but it wasn’t from embarassment. I could feel every thud of my heart and it seemed to be pumping all the blood in my body away from my brain straight into my groin and my cock strained out as hard as I’ve ever been. One of the men looked dead at me. “We’ve got an eager one here,” said to the others as he motioned easily toward me. “I’ll be damned,” another half laughed, “he’s bold, I’ll give him that.” With that they began to ease down their flys. Bold. I was actually scared completely out of my mind and so buzzed with adrenaline I almost couldn’t breathe. It seemed like forever squeezed into a ten second walk. As I reached them, they all had their cocks out in varied states of hardness. The one who had first spotted me looked at the one who was the hardest and then looked back at me, “Get to taking care of him first,” he said with a nod of his head, “we’ll enjoy the show.” I walked a few more steps until I was just a foot or so from him. He looked to be somewhere just north of 60 as he came into better focus in the dim hallway lights. He was about my height, but well stockier than me. He carried most of his weight from the chest down and he opened up his shirt to reveal a full beer belly with grey hair that thickened down to his cock where it seemed like a jungle of white fur. Some guys would brush him off as a troll, but with my task at hand I couldn’t, and truthfully—wouldn’t be so picky. He was uncut and sported a hard, thick 7 inches with a knot of foreskin tight around the head. I damn near drooled as I saw that. A hard piece of meat with that much skin was my weakness. “Get down on your knees,” he said quietly, firmly as he gripped my right shoulder and began pressing down. I went to my knees but I didn’t remember the descent. My eyes on that meaty cock were the only sense I had that worked at that moment. “Tip your head back and open your mouth,” he pressed with the fingers of his free right hand firmly against my forehead. I relaxed into the tilted position he seemed to be aiming for and my mouth hung open. Not gaping, just relaxed and ready for what he was going to provide. He touched that knot of skin to my upper lip and squeezed out a single large drop of precum which balanced for a moment and then dropped whole down onto my tongue. As it hit, I tasted that concentrated swirl of sweet bitterness I loved so much. My eyes rolled back in my head from just that small taste and they got a kick out of my reaction. “Damn, man!” The so far silent one just behind me to my left said with a chuckle, “he’s ready to go to town on your cock!” The man in front of me chuckled a little too, “before tonight, this little bitch wouldn’t even look at me.” He craned his head down so he could see me fully just under the crest of his belly. “I’m fairly hard, but you need to get this cock to push this knot out of the way.” He then dropped his pants fully to the floor, the belt buckle clanking like a hammer had dropped. “To get this head out you need to...” with that word, he turned his ass to me, “eat my asshole you little whore. Get in there deep with your tongue and make me believe you deserve the load I’m building up. And there was his ass. Only dusted with the white fur and almost glowing with its paleness. He bent over slightly and pulled his ham-like cheeks apart and there was his hole. It looked clean and my tongue snaked out of my mouth like it had a mind of its own. I leaned right in and worked my way into his tight sphincter. “At least he showered at some point today,” I thought as I formed a solid, sucking lip lock on his asshole. As the soft flesh began to part I almost saw myself from outside my body, my face buried and eclipsed by this man’s hefty ass cheeks. I dug in and worked my now flexed tongue deeper into his hole while maintaining unbroken suction on this ring. He groaned out a sound of enjoyment and I smiled inside. I live for the moments when I am responsible for having that kind of impact. After a few minutes of licking, sucking, chewing, and mining his relaxed hole, he released his cheeks from his grip and I almost felt suffocated in ass as they dropped back together. His left hand pushed me back just the smallest bit and he turned so his cock was level with my mouth. He was fully hard now and a good amount larger than I had originally seen. “Suck my balls boy,” he whispered hoarsely, “Get them both in your mouth and make me feel like you love them more than any other goddamned thing on earth.” With that, he pulled his hard cock up and out of the way exposing two egg shaped balls hanging quite a distance from their root. I leaned forward and sucked one and then softly the other into my drooling mouth. I had them both in and the taste of his sweat mixed with the scent of his day’s worth of musk were overwhelming and sent me deeper into heat. At this moment I completely and totally loved these balls and the feel of his hairy sac in my wet, hot mouth. He then began to drop his hard cock randomly into my face, making a quiet slap every time it hit. And when it hit, a good pool of precum would splatter out and form sticky pools where the cock rested momentarily. After cock slapping me 6 or 7 times, I felt like my face was fairly soaked in that tasty, sticky wetness. “Get off my balls boy, and get this rod into your mouth,” I’m close and I don’t want to waste another drop. I popped those balls out gently and they swung back, pulling his dripping fuckstick right to lip level. I opened up and sucked him inside. It felt like his thick dick was on fire as I drove further down toward the densely furry base. He was pumping out precum liberally now and the taste was even better as it took over and coated every square millimeter of my sucking hole. He put his hands firmly on the back of my head and began to rock his meat into and barely out of my mouth. He seemed to be getting harder and thicker with every thrust and the leaking a steady thick stream, almost like thick maple syrup. He pulled nearly all the way out and then pushed back quickly and decisively into my mouth as deep as he could manage, my face buried deep in his thick cock hair the only limit on pushing farther. He held me still with his meat fully buried to my lips, and started to gasp just a little bit. With that I felt his balls tighten up against my chin. I closed my eyes and began to suck in earnest. Then that thick slab began to pulse in large waves and his cum began to flood into my cheeks and throat. I tightened my lips as hard as I could, clamping off any possible exit for the seed pouring into me. I needed every single drop. As I held tight and swallowed as quickly as possible, I could hear a jangling on either side of me. Not loud, but fast and regular. As the last jets of cum died away, he pushed my head back away, clear of his spit soaked cock. I leaned my head back to take a breath and that’s when I realized what the jangling was. The two other men were furiously pumping their cocks on either side of my face and suddenly they cut loose on me, shooting a full coverage steam that almost fully coated my face. The cum was hot and somehow heavy on my skin and I just knelt there taking every jet perfectly still until they were done. And when they were done, I had a huge amount of jizz layered on me. Before I could really take a breather and process what had happened both men reached down and began to smear their loads all over my face and into my hair. Before they were finished, I was fully coated from my chin to the nape of my neck with a layer of cooling cum. Problem one was, though, I’d only gotten one load down my throat. As I kneeled, sticky and dazed, one of the men turned to me and said, “If you want more action, you’ll need to hit the theater,” he waved toward the blinding entry. “There’s about twenty guys over there and I’m sure they’d love a piece of your action.” With that, I pushed myself up to my feet and began to head back to my booth. I heard a solid laugh behind me so I looked at him and gave a confused look. “Why are you laughing?” “Your clothes and stuff aren’t in there anymore,” he said with an even harder laugh. “When you were eating his asshole, we got your stuff and took it to the theater for safekeeping. You’ll get it back when you’re done. The guy with the pipe said you’d love it!” And then he laughed his way out the door and onto the sales floor and out of sight. At that moment I knew three things. First, he theater had a separate entrance all the way on the other side of the store. Second, it required a separate ticket charge to enter. And third, I had exactly no means to pay my way in. As the cum stiffened into a semi-hardened mask on my face and in my hair, I mulled over my options. It was obvious there was only one. Was I ready for that?

used and abused by two teachers and was their sucking pig later I was their fuck pig also on school and did fucking loved it Was 13 or so when that started and it did go on until I left school In the mean time I had a lot of fun with some guys on scouting the same games

I cannot say that my uncle is 100% responsible for me being such a kinky ass Pig today. He helped to understand feelings I think I always had. My earliest memories are of being attracted to men. He showed me how to get fucked and to fuck also to realize I love the taste of piss. Being a pig just seems to be second nature for me haha proud of it. ? and very thankful to my uncle for the however small part he played in helping me to realize it.

I am a female but i was molested by my granny from age 4. I loved it all. I am a total perv because of her. She was married to a molester who molested my dad and she allowed it....but he died and she continued. I would love to phone about it

When I was 15, went to a high school party at some dude's house. It was a mix of girls and guys, but I was bullied and one guy jumped on top of me, thus knocking me down to the ground and started humping me. Strangely for me at the time, I got rock hard and started questioning my sexuality. When I was 17, met a guy off a chat room who I thought was a few years older than me, turns out he was 50+. He tried to fuck me, but I was way too tight and inexperienced at the time plus I was bigger than him so I was able to heave him off me and left. When I got home, I realized how turned on I was. That was when I realized I was 100% gay. Wasn't until a couple of bottoms encounters that I realized that I was 100% sissy cum dump bottom. Now I take any cock, no load refused. My cock is absolutely useless.

Did a long weekend in Disney Orlando this month with my partner and some friends. Had a nice sized two-bedroom in Saratoga Springs resort we shared among 5 of us for a semi-annual reunion. This was our final evening / night of the trip, when just Shane and I were left (our friends departed earlier that day) because of a cancelled flight. This was the start of what turned out to be an exciting night....... I had gone to meet another friend who lives in Tampa, while Shane did an afternoon at the spa. I was back at the resort chatting on the apps with a few guys. Most were cast members (there are always a handful looking to play, but they work odd shifts or often are only available late after the parks close). A 22 year old guest staying nearby was sounding more serious, so I invested more attention in his chat. He was traveling with his family for the week, couldn’t host (as most of the guys on the apps around Disney cannot), and was horny. He was 5’10”, very lean, brick red hair that was short and very curly, and a cute face. Not usually who I would pursue (I like a guy with a solid build), but he seemed nice, real, and was available now. I met him near the bus stop and walked over. He was here with his family — his parents and two younger siblings, as well as a grandparent, aunt, and 2 younger cousins. They were in the water park (kinda surprising since its been unseasonably cold this week), and he hung out at their resort instead. Grinding on Grindr, of course (haha). We chatted about his college — he was a senior in psychology, planning to do grad school next year. He was a bit shy, which I found endearing. Very grounded. Far from being a typical self-focused or entitled twink, this guy was articulate, seemed to have some culture under his belt, and was humble. He was quiet and reserved, but friendly. It was a nice walk back to the condo, and was more intrigued to see where this would go. I wasn’t convinced he would totally follow through, but he’d come this far. I hadn’t heard back from Shane, yet, so was thinking this would be a one-on-one. In the condo, college boy and I had a glass of wine (he was looking a bit timid), and I casually placed my hand on him a few times as we moved around — his back, then waist, and finally leg while sitting on the couch. After a bit he returned the touch. I leaned in to kiss him, and warmed up to a slow, intimate series of kisses on the couch. I casually rubbed his chest and legs, and he reached down for my cock. It was time to move to the bedroom. I ushered him into our friends’ vacant room, went to mine to grab lube and poppers, and returned. He asked if I was on PrEP, and I confirmed it (we’d discussed it in our app chat, and its in my profile, but he needed to hear it again). He said he doesn’t usually bareback, and I told him I had condoms if he wanted. At that point, he dropped to his knees, pulled out my dick, and started sucking. College boy had a nice mouth and technique, sliding up and down my cock with his tongue, never loosing suction. He was a voracious cocksucker. I pulled his mouth off my cock, and slapped it against his face; he immediately put his tongue out for more. I was more turned on, and slowly fed it to him, pulling back to tease him, and build his need for it. I reached down and pulled his shirt off, then started to fuck his face, holding the back of his head, and his ears at one point. I thought about shooting in his mouth, but I wanted more of this college boy. I told him to strip; he wrestled out of his jeans and underwear while still kneeling. I reached down to his smooth ass while he went down on my cock again. I rubbed my finger against his dry hole, massaging rather than penetrating, starting to stimulate the nerves and relax his muscle. He moaned quietly, and actually stopped sucking my cock and pushed his head into my abs. “Fuck yeah,” he whispered. I wet my fingers and slowly started to probe him, tenderly, feeling his muscle contract and then ease open as he fell under the spell. He was still kneeling on the floor, and I got down on one knee alongside him, one hand caressing his back and the other now better positioned to play with his ass. He slid into position on all fours, and I drizzled lube on my fingers, probing a bit deeper to work the lube all the way in. ”Can I have some poppers?” he asked quietly. I handed him the amber bottle, and he took two long drags off of it. He settled his chest against the carpet, spread his knees wider to better display his ass in the air, and started to moan louder as the magic took hold. College boy was surrendering to the allure of offering himself to a stranger. My cock was rock hard, and I jerked it a few times to cover it in lube before returning my fingers to his hole. It was definitely time for more. I stood up, then squatted behind his ass, letting my cock slid up and down along that inviting divide between his ass checks. “Oh fuck yeah” he breathed, slowly grinding his ass against my cock. I ran my Hands along his back, massaging him firmly, let my dick go freestyle as it searched for his hole on its own. College boy groaned when the head pressed against his waiting hole. I pressed more firmly, and felt the natural resistance of a young hole that was still learning to open itself up. I started a regular rhythm of pressure, letting the subtle thrusts entice his hole to open. “It’s a thick dick. Take another hit of the poppers,” I told him. He did, raising up onto all fours after he did, and working his ass back and forth against my cock. Then the head of my cock popped into his hold, the sphincter opening just enough to allow access. He whimpered and then moaned loudly as he let it slide in deeper. I held it inside him silently, massaging his back gently, caressing his ass cheeks. Then he started rocking back and forth on my cock, very slowly at first, but gradually getting more adventurous. His hole was firmly gripped around my cock, and it felt amazingly warm and smooth inside. It was easy to glide in and out as he fucked himself. I started moving my hips in rhythm with his ass, letting my cock stretch his hole a bit wider, and introducing new angles. College boy turned to butter and sank his chest to the ground again. He was ready. I held his hips and began thrusting harder. College boy moaned none stop, gasping occasionally and asking to get fucked longer. My pelvis was smacking hard against his lean ass. I slowed a few times as I shifted my own position, and enjoyed watching my slick dick gliding in and out of that fresh hole. Finally I pulled out, stood up, and told him to stand. I stretched my legs as he rose (he was a bit shaky), then pushed him onto his back on the bed. His legs went right into the air and I dove back into his hole. His slender dick was standing straight up, and I reached for it. “Don’t!” He gasped. “I’ll shoot! I want more! It feels amazing!!” I started fucking him hard, my balls slapping his ass as I went for longer strokes. I was sweating, and I could see the sheen on his own body. College boy grabbed his own ankles and held his legs wide, grunting with each deep thrust. “Oh! Fuck! Yeah!” He looked up at me, his eyes glazed in cocklust. He had totally surrendered to me. It was time to finish on the high note. I pressed one hand against his lightly fuzzed chest for balance, and grabbed his dick in my other, He gasped and locked eyes with me. He knew what was about to happen. I wasn’t asking permission or what he wanted. This would be wordless and primal. I fucked harder, feeling the release build in me. I massaged his dick, rather than jerking it. He kept staring at me, his filled with desire and suddenly a hint of fear. I unleashed inside him, driving my load deep and growling with each desperate thrust. College boy threw his head back and exploded, his cum splattering his own face and shoulders. He shuddered again and again as the orgasm pulsed through his lean body. I stood there panting, his body displayed in front of me, my dick still inside his cum-filled hole. I was fucking turned on still — I had just bred his hot little college boy. After a few moments we moved apart. He was once again reserved and timid. He showered quietly and quickly. I heard voices in the living room, and knew Shane had returned — but not alone. I stepped into the shower. “How are you doing?” College boy said he was fine. I figured he hadn’t been bred before, or at least very rarely. Which turned me on even more. My dick was getting hard again. We dressed and headed into the living room. College boy needed to meet his family for dinner in Disney Springs. My partner was sitting on the couch with a cute guy sharing wine. We exchanged hellos, and I said I was going to walk college boy out. He and walked back to the bus stop, hugged quickly, and said goodbye. I would hear from him later via Grindr. I was right that he had only been bred a couple times by his ex-boyfriend. He’d admit to jerking off the rest of the week thinking about our encounter and taking a load in his ass. I would do the same, and was feeling a thrill each time I thought about that reserved college boy walking with his family that night through Disney, my load inside him. I wandered back to the condo to see what Shane and his guy were up to. I’ll share that experience in my next thread.... If you enjoyed this one, let me know by clicked the blue heart below.

"Whats plans rick?" asked Matt. So thats his name. I really should have asked when we chatted and not be so lead by my hard on. "Its pretty dead outside, lets do him right here. We can lay him over the island and fuck him each end". Rick reach forward and lifted me up, my legs had trouble supporting me. He lead me over to the tiled island that rose up in the middle of the sauna. Matt laid his towel down before rick push me backwards. It was the right width that laying back my ass hung over the edge while my head laid back, giving Matt's cock the perfect angle to slide deep into my throat. Matt leaned down and kissed me slipping his tongue inside my mouth as Rick lifted my legs and begun to eat my hole like a starving man. "I think I've changed my mind, will you use a condom?" I asked Matt looking up past his slightly bulging belly and massive cock into his eyes. "I don't do rubbers, but then I'm going going to fuck your throat. Nothing better than a little fucking twink choking on my cum. But Rick down there I'm pretty sure you got buckleys of convincing him to use one." "Fuck no, this load is going one place, up your ass. You wanted it bare. Give him the amyl, make sure he gets plenty then plug his throat. Don;t want any of the trolls out there hearing him when i split him. He's fucking tight." Rick still held my legs up with one hand. Sweat dripped off his chest. As Matt held the amyl to my nose making me inhale its fumes. The room began to spin again. I could feel Rick wiping his towel along my crack "Don't want to it slide in too easy", I tried to move but the amyl was still the and my limbs were losing strength with every breath in he was going to fuck me dry. "That's enough gag him, its time". Matt put the amyl away, pushed my head down and slid his hard cock into my open my. "Relax your throat baby". His cock popped past my tonsils and continued to slide down. He reached down holding my neck positioning my head better as he forced the remaining inches into my throat. I thought he was trying to support and help me take it easier but realised too late that his grip on my neck and jaw stopped me from being able to close my mouth. With a strong thrust he forced the remaining inches into my throat and his low sweaty balls pressed against my face. "He's gagged, go for it". I couldn't see anything, but felt Rick press my thighs down exposing my hole. His toxic know pressed against it. With barely any sweat even to lube it he started pressing. "Time to bust the cherry" i heard him say. He pulled back and released the pressure. I had started to struggle with the lack of air. Everything was stripped from my mind as he slammed his cock against my hole. Tight as I was it tore and gave in. Sharp pain lanced through my body. But i couldn't feel his ablls against me. He wasn;t all the way in. pulling back a bit he slammed again, the grip of his unloved cock again made progress slow. Again and again he repeated the process. While att held his cock deep in my throat. Stars started to dance before my eyes. "Last two inches, should hit his second ring" I hear Rick say, "Hurry up, i think he's about to pass out and miss it" warned Matt. With one last final thrust with all the force generated by his kick boxing legs he forced the last twi inches in past my second ring. I felt a deep aching cramp like pain inside me. I don't think anyone had been this deep. Matt pulled back. I gasped, crying as i tried to get control of the pain. But my relief didn't last long as he thrust back down once again as Rick started hammering my hole. "He's bleeding, my cock is fucking red with his blood, nothing better than bleeding some pretty little neg" Rick stated, " Hows his throat?" "Fucking tight, I'm getting pretty close but i think he needs to breathe again" "Fuck him, just blow. If he passes out will make my job easier" Everything started to get blurry, the sounds, even the sweaty balls slapping my eyes started to lose focus. The pain in my ass continued, hard slapping of balls against my cheeks, and a wetness that seemed to spread from my ass and lubricate the intrusion of the monster fucking me. "Fuck yeah!" I heard Matt yell, I could feel hi pulsing in my throat and feel the motion as my body rocked on the tile plinth. Everything went black.....

Knowing that I was probably going to be getting a right workover that night, I spent my time waiting for Ben by lubing and loosening my hole as best I could. I retrieved a rather large carrot from the fridge, peeled it and then put it in some warm water for a while before working it into my arse, and once I was used to that I had a go with half a cucumber. By the time I was done I was pretty loose, and had squirted quite a bit of lube up there in the process. Ben turned up shortly after 7pm, dressed in a tracksuit and carrying a sports bag. After I let him in he set the bag down on the coffee table, stood and looked at me for a moment, and then sat down on the sofa to start unloading the bag. A few minutes later and I was standing there with a really fat padded leather collar round my neck, matching wrist and ankle restraints, and a wide leather harness tightly gripping my chest and shoulders. “Right” he said, “that’ll do. Now, put this on.” He handed me a loose tracksuit, which I put on over the leather accessories. He then pulled out a big pair of leather boots and told me to put them on, allowing me to go and get some socks to go underneath them. We had to adjust the ankle restraints to their loosest so they would sit just above the top of the boots, before zipping up the bottom of the tracksuit legs to cover them. Once I was dressed and ready we headed out, getting an Uber for quite some time. I realised we must be somewhere in northwest London, perhaps near Kilburn, but I wasn’t sure as I hadn’t seen any tube stations or other landmarks to identify the area. Ben had made me leave my mobile at home, and from where I was sitting I couldn’t see the driver’s satnav. We pulled up in an area of dark and deserted buildings that looked like warehouses, some of which had broken windows and barbed wire round the fences. The driver checked we were sure we were where we wanted to be, which Ben acknowledged before we got out. He led me round the corner and in between some buildings, and then round another corner I saw some men up ahead hanging around outside a door smoking. We passed in between them to get to the door, all of them giving me looks as I went through that ranged from smirks to leers. Once inside we made our way along a corridor, and then right into a surprisingly clean and well-lit room where there were benches, lockers and an adjoining set of showers. Ben then had me strip out of the tracksuit, before he did the same with his. Underneath he was wearing a similar get-up to me, with the addition of some leather armbands but without a collar like mine. “OK” he said, taking my hand, “let’s get you downstairs.” He led me out of the changing room and through a doorway opposite, through which was a staircase that went down between red-painted walls. At the bottom we went through a curtain, and emerged into a full-blown sex club. There was a large area with a bar, and I could see several rooms off at the sides and far end. There were only a few guys there standing at the bar, and I quickly realised they were Mitch, Rob, Gavin and some of the others from work. “Here he is!” said Rob, smiling broadly at me. I smiled back at him, and looked around at the others. “Hey guys” I said. “You ready?” asked Mitch. “Er, I guess” I said, “but I’m not sure for what.” “The rest of your life” said Rob, winking at me. I smiled nervously at him, and was grateful when Gavin handed me a beer. I took a few swigs and began to relax, despite everyone else except Ben being dressed in normal casual clothes while I was there in a leather fetish outfit. I managed to join in the conversations, and eventually had sunk two beers and a couple of cocktails. “Right” said Ben, “let’s get on with this. Is the room ready?” he asked Rob. “Yep, got the big one down the end” he replied. They all then set off down to the far end of the bar room, milling around me and encouraging me forward as they did. We went through a door into another corridor, and then at the end turned left through an arch into a fairly large room. In the middle was a sling attached to hooks on the ceiling, and over at the side was some kind of padded bench. There were a few seats around the room, a couple of bottles of lube on the floor, but that was otherwise all there was to it. “OK my boy” said Ben, taking my hand and leading me to the sling, “let’s get you settled.” He encouraged me to turn around, plant my buttocks on the end of the sling and then lie backwards in to it. I shuffled a bit once in position, and then he hoisted my legs up into the air. He put my boots through some hoops, and then attached the ankle restraints to the chains with a couple of clasps. He then made his way to the other end, raising my arms and attaching the wrist restraints to the chains in the same way. “Fuck me, his hole is gaping” said Lucas. “You already fucked him?” he asked Ben. “Not for a few hours” he replied, before turning to me. “You been working on yourself?” “Er, yeah, just some things from the fridge” I said, blushing. Ben smiled. “Awesome” he said, “that means no waiting around.” With that, he lubed himself up and then pushed into me, starting a fast and furious fuck almost immediately. I don’t know how long I lay there with my former colleagues using me, but they all bred me at least twice. I was completely helpless with my wrists and ankles restrained on the chains, so I just took the fuckings without protest. Eventually the guys tired out, and started to zip up their trousers and put their tops back on. Each of them came over and gave my arse a playful slap before leaving, so that I was finally left alone with just Ben. “So” he said, smiling at me, “did you enjoy your leaving do?” “Yes sir” I said, smiling. “Good” he replied. “Now I think it’s time for the second part of your night.” I looked at him quizzically, and then he turned and left the room. He was gone for a few minutes, leaving me prone in the sling to contemplate what he had lined up for me next. Then he eventually reappeared, with a few guys I didn’t know following him. “Gentlemen, here he is” he announced. “He’s well-loaded already, so just enjoy yourselves.” He then came over to me and stood beside the sling, putting his hand on the top of my head and stroking my hair while he looked down at me with a slightly sad-looking smile on his face. “Boy, it’s time for you to become who I think you really are” he said, “so you can enjoy the rest of your life free of inhibitions.” “What?” I asked. “Don’t hate me” he finished, before leaning down and kissing my lips. Then he was gone, and I was alone with a roomful of men leering at me and my gaping hole. It was then that I noticed their tattoos...

Why are you labelling HIV-negative people as careless, especially ones who are victims of stealthing? If a bottom wants to use a condom and you fuck them without one then you shouldn't be having sex with anyone. If you're going to accuse people of being careless because of actions you took, then you're a sociopath. I'm a bareback bottom and stealthing is fucked up...

My gf's little bro had been blowin me for months, usually when we were drunk and "randomly" passed out next to each other (and literally wherever that was, even if other people were asleep around us). One night when we were in a proper bed, he stopped halfway thru, got up and left the room. He came back a few minutes later carrying something. In the darkness I felt something cold and oily being poured on my still hard cock, then he shocked the living hell out of me by sitting on it. It was more than he'd bargained for so it didn't last long, just long enough for me to come ... and realize this was a viable alternative to his sister's pussy ;-)

I'll be 40 in about 2 months. I get off 3-4x a day, just like when I was younger. A month and a half ago I shot 10 loads in my boyfriend in about a day and a half. He called me a machine...and apparently I am. ;-)

When we got to my new home I was still pretty high. As 'Greg' helped me get my things inside I asked, "Where am I going to sleep?" "With me son. I plan on fucking you as much as possible until you convert." The thought of my 'dad' fucking me every day until he was sure I had converted made me smile. We had just finished getting my shit inside when I was told of the house rules. "Son, you're not the only boy living here. I have three others who live here and work for me in my shop. I have a little store that sells adult items, sex toys, videos. You'll go to work there too. The only difference between you and the other boys will be that you're going to be the alpha of the group. That means you'll be dominant over them as I'm dominant over all of you. You ever top son?" "I have topped before, but I prefer to bottom." "That's good to know. Once you've converted you'll be a good lure for neg boys. We can tag team and infect them together." Damn was my Dad twisted. I had only thought about getting the bug and never considered that once I had the big that I could pass it on. I had a couple buds back home I'd love to have come for a visit. "Now for the other house rules. First: no clothing is to be worn inside the house. Second: I can and will fuck you when ever and where ever I want. Third: You will get fucked by anyone I choose. Fourth: As the alpha, you can order the other boys around and that means fucking them as you want, and Fifth and last: We only party once a month and never this hard." The rules were simple to understand. I quickly stripped down and followed my Dad to the back room which I learned was a well equipped dungeon. He had me get on his fuck bench where he resumed fucking me as he made phone calls and sent text messages to his closest friends telling them about me, his actual son, who was now living with him. Within the hour men started to come in the house and each dropped his load in my hole as I began to very slowly come down from my extreme high of the past few days. I had not realized that I had been high (and awake) four nearly three days. I don't know how many of my Dad's friends fucked and seeded my hole cause I eventually crashed and when I woke I was in my Dad's bed with his cock buried inside me and his arm wrapped around me. He must have realized I was awake as he kissed the back of my neck. I wiggled my as on his stiff prick hoping to get some motion, but as he slid his cock out of me I realized how tender my well used cunt was. I did my best but a whimper escaped through my lips. Greg sensed my pain as he whispered to me, "I know you're hurting son, I'll get you something to ease the pain and it will allow me a quick fuck to deposit my load of the day." Greg reached over to his night stand and grabbed what he had referred to, a cream of some sort that he applied to my sore ass lips. The pain quickly faded and soon I was getting a gentle fuck, more of a love making than a fuck, that was very enjoyable. "This is how I pictured you son, me behind you with my arms wrapped around you and my cock sliding in and out of you with a passion between us. I love you son." I turned my head back to look at my Dad as he finished telling me all that I had dreamed to hear from an older man. I just never thought the man wound actually be my father, and as our eyes met, my Dad gave me a loving kiss, our tongues darting into each other's mouth. Later that day I met the other boys of the house. You'll learn about the three guys in the next part of my story. My Dad kept me at home to recover from my introduction to Tina (and the hard fucking I received while on her). A few weeks after I arrived in Chicago, I stared to get really sick. My Dad and the other three guys took care of me as I sero-converted. My Dad looked down at me with a smile (as I felt I was going to die) saying "I may have missed out when your Mom gave birth to you, but now I'm giving birth to a new you, an Poz son who will be by my side as we spread the glorious gift to others."