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Perhaps the topic would have been better titled “My Rules For Bottoms”, because the notion of there being ‘rules’ that bottoms are somehow subject to is rather droll, and we can only take this in any way seriously as an expression of one individual’s personal preferences. Note that we only tend to see these sorts of lists of rules, requirements, expectations, or characteristics in relation to bottoms, cumdumps, or ‘fags’, as though our submission or receptive male sex role renders us second-tier beings in need of being controlled. Where is the list of Rules For Tops, and if there were one, how many Tops would be jumping up and waving their hands to subscribe to that the way some bottoms do to this? But hey, what the fuck, why not? Rules For Tops 1. I am not responsible for your erection. If you can’t get it up and keep it up, don’t waste my time. I’m not going to spend half an hour on a lost cause. 2. Do not - do not - try to stuff a limp noodle up my fuckhole. Know when you’re hard enough for penetration and when you’re not. 3. Know how to find a cunt with the end of your cock. Missing the first time is understandable; missing five times in a row is embarrassing. 4. Know whether you’ve actually penetrated. Really. 5. Quit asking for my poppers. They will interfere with your erection. You are not immune. And while I’m at it, quit fucking stealing them. 6. You don’t have to be fresh from the shower to fuck me, but basic hygiene is required. If you have body odor, you’re breeding bacteria. 7. Know what you want from the fuck, and be prepared to take it. This is your chance to take what I’ve got - don’t waste the cunt, because another guy would have loved to have absolutely destroyed it. 8. Do not add imaginary inches to your cock. You can only disappoint bottoms by doing so. Be proud of what you have, and use it. 9. Your semen is like liquid gold. Apply it where it will be most valued. Do not shoot it onto my hole. This brings satisfaction to no one. 10. If you say you’re going to fuck me, show up. Nothing, and I mean nothing, emasculates a man like failing to follow through on a fuck. It calls your whole manhood into question. - I’ll stop, but there’s so many things I could add, I could do this all. day. long.

I'm still adapting to having a job and trying to be respectable and not having the free time to hook up and fuck. That said, I've jumped on Grindr almost daily to see what new meat is available in Frisco by my job. I'd mentioned the guy I've hooked up with at IKEA and there's also a super hot Latino guy named Carlos who seems to be in my building I've chatted with. He's not on all the time so its hit or miss and today he messages me and asks if I want to hook up and mentions the gym in our building. I had to confess I drew a blank on that as I didn't know there was a gym in our building. It may have been mentioned during orientation but I paid it no mind as I usually go to the gym by my home as its cruisy and I hook up there. I can't imagine this gym would be that hot, but nice to know its an option and it must be good for hookups if hottie boy is suggesting it. I tell him I'm down but have no idea where it is. He tells me to meet him at the ground floor and he'll show me. My heart is pounding as I discretely hop in the elevator down hoping I don't run into anyone from work. I get there and I'm hanging out nervously hoping no coworkers see me hanging out and soon enough Carlos shows up. Carlos's profile indicates he's 25 and his private pictures show a megawatt smile and a big thick uncut cock. His profile makes it clear he wants raw and I'm all to eager to give it to him that way and take it too. In person he's even hotter with a nice beefy build and deep masculine voice. He laughs that I didn't know about the gym and we walk through a large somewhat hidden door and down a hallway I've never seen before. He's asking me questions and I'm answering as we walk and soon enough he's swiping his badge and we're through another large somewhat hidden door and he asks me to swipe my badge and see if it works. Sure enough, it does and so we head into the gym area. There's no one in there and it has a pretty nice array of equipment. About what you'd expect white suburbanite office workers to want and I make that joke to Carlos who laughs at it. As I'm looking around Carlos pulls me in and starts kissing me deeply, pressing me up against the wall. I'm instantly hard as his tongue is deep in my mouth and I can feel his hard cock grinding up against me. "God I wanna fuck" he tells me and I'm not sure if he means fuck me, me fuck him, or both. I tell him I want to fuck bad and he takes my hand and leads me to the card entry for the lockerroom, swiping his badge. We go into the lockerroom and he shows me around, cautious as to whether anyone is in there or not. We're checking everywhere and its clear no one else is in there. Once he's sure he again has me pressed up against the wall and is deep tongue kissing me, grinding his hard cock on me. I'm enjoying the kissing and can feel him pulling my pants down from behind and his fingers entering my ass. My mind is racing thinking a million thoughts like I don't have a cleanup towel or lube. Even as I think that I'm taking my shirt off and undoing his, feeling exposed as anyone could come in at any moment and see us. And the thought of that has me rock hard. Soon are pants are down and he's turned me to face the wall and forcing his cock in me with just spit as lube. I'm not resisting but between pants saying we should move to somewhere less public in case someone comes in. Carlos laughs and agrees, apologizing that he got too into things and didn't think of that. We're quickly grabbing up our clothes and moving into one of the stalls which has full length walls. Once inside he's got me back up against the wall and is forcing his bare dick back inside me. We hadn't even talked about status, relationships, or anything, not that I cared. I wanted him inside me in the worst possible way and right now I'm taking every inch of his big thick uncut cock and begging for it. As hot as he is I'm guessing he gets hit on all the time and is probably regularly bringing guys down to the gym to breed raw. I can barely think as he's pounding me so intensely and I'm frantically begging him to cum in my ass. Before long he is doing deep hard thrusts and pumping his load deep inside me with a satisfied groan, shuddering once he's pumped his last deep inside me, whispering a "god that felt good" in my ear. I could feel his cock soften and slide out of me and was hoping he was down to take me the same. I turned around and he seemed apprehensive but also like he wanted it. It was my turn now to kiss him and pin him up against the wall even though he was a bit taller than me. He was tentative now at kissing but letting me tongue his mouth deeply and grind my hard cock up against him. Its funny how some guys are all cocky and tough when they top but when its time for them to bottom they pussy out. They're all too eager to rawdog you but get scared when you wanna do that to them. He warmed up to me kissing on him and said nothing as I turned him around to face the wall, spitting on his ass and my cock. I loved the sound of his gasp as I entered him raw and hearing him tell me to go slower and be gentle. Yeah...big man. You love breeding guys rough and hard until its your turn, don't you. But I played his game, taking it slow and gentle. He was gonna take my load whether he liked it or not. I loved hearing Carlos moaning even if he wasn't begging for my load or telling me how hot my cock felt. His moans said it all. I know guys like him that say they're all top yet love to get fucked, refuse to admit they love getting fucked. Yeah, most guys gladly let him breed them and never even think about topping him or making him bottom. But I'm the twisted fuck who loves to flip tops and make them bottom. Especially bareback tops like Carlos. I know they secretly want guys to breed them and here's proof. He could easily say no or make me wrap or pull out to cum. And here he is taking me raw and letting me cum inside him, breeding him like the bitch he wants to be. I'm so worked up I blast a huge throbbing load inside him that makes him call out "damn dude" as I cum. I lean in asking if he liked that and he confessed he did and that he needed it. And that's music to my ears. I love hearing studs like him confess to wanting loads. I kept stroking telling him I had more I could put in him. He said nothing and so I went for it, keeping my strokes going saying I was glad he liked it and wanted more. He was softly moaning now as I kept fucking him and I told him I was down to take his load again once I got off. I was already so worked up and decided to sit on the toilet and have him ride my dick so I could see his face as I came inside him. He agreed and soon enough I had the bonus of seeing his face in ecstacy but also see him jerking his cock as he rode me. I loved his enthusiasm as he rode my dick and couldn't restrain myself and found me telling him to beg for my load and he did with an enthusiasm that surprised me. His intense facial expression couldn't lie and clearly he wanted me to cum inside him. He wasn't riding me long before I came inside him yet again, not as intense a load but a nice one indeed. He'd been furiously jerking his cock and I was hoping he'd fuck me but instead he blasted a truly enormous load in my face. I couldn't see much as my eyes were open and now burning with his seed. I desperately tried to figure out what to do and could hear him apologizing, knowing he had made a mess. Carlos was now off my cock and frantically wiping my face with toilet paper trying to clean up his mess as he apologized. I could see soon enough and now was freaking out as I had not towel and no way to shower or really clean up. All I could smell was ass and cum. We both dressed and moved out to the sinks to try and clean up. The mirror told the tale as I was pretty much covered in Carlos's cum...all over my face and hair. I tried washing my hair but still found clumps of jizz everywhere in it. Neither of us had a comb and Carlos was desperately trying to pick out the clumps. It didn't help as all I smelled was jizz. Carlos was still frantically apologizing and I told him it was OK. I'd wanted it and neither of us could have known this would happen. Carlos said he needed to dress and get back to work and again apologized adding he'd had fun and wanted to do it again, sheepishly adding we should bring towels and plan better next time. I jokingly thanked him for adding salt to my wounds and he looked hurt. I said it was cool and we'd definitely do it again. As he left I quickly ran out to my truck hoping no one would see me as I knew I had a cleanup towel and could use it to try and fix things. Once back I hopped in the shower and was relieved to see there was shampoo and soap in there and knew I could wash it out. It took forever to dry off with my small towel but it worked and I dressed and threw the towel in garbage once done. Back at work no one was the wiser that I'd been bred in the gym. I still have Carlos's loads in me as I type this!

Part 2. The crystal in my bloodstream had begun to spike and I could feel my heart pump faster and faster. This along with the LSD made me hyperaware of every sensation as Doyle continued to french kiss my asshole. He slowly pulled away and headed to the toy chest to grab a replacement. The bench beneath me began to breath in rhythm with my labored panting. I looked over to see what he had selected but I had an inkling that I already knew what would been soon filling my hungry chasm. Jim and Doyle had a favorite they liked to call "the captain". A flesh tone dildo about a foot in length and 3 inches in diameter. I'm glad I prepped myself with my huge plug but I knew this bastard wouldn't be quietly sitting with in me. They intended to ruin my hole with it before the games really begun. The captain and I were well acquainted, Doyle scooped two fingers into a tub of elbow grease and slathered it around my hole. Teasing my insides a little while he did it. The tina made my cock worthless and shriveled but he stroked it softly none the less which drove electricity though out my body. Again, Doyle was the much kinder of the couple. "Here, this will help" as he reached over and pressed a bottle to my nose. I inhaled for a long while until he pulled away. The room started spinning and I could feel my hole begin to relax and pucker. The pressure of the flared cockhead entering me made me jolt a slight bit but I was able to fight instinct and slow pushed my butt back onto it. The pop as it pushed past my lips made my entire body shake and my eyes shot upward as pain and pleasure crackled through my nerves. Only a few inches in and I was already melting into the leather that pressed into my face. Voices erupted from the stairs a room away and the nervousness I thought I had long lost returned. I felt like I could count the very steps they took towards the room but it didn't deter Doyle from pushing more and more of the monster dildo into me. "You two took a while up there. I'm just starting to open him up" said Doyle. "Doug and I were catching up and having a drink. He wanted to do a point where the light was better" "Good to see you Doyle!" a faceless voice said behind me. Doyle left the dildo hanging out from me and rose to greet the stranger. I could hear some soft kissing and then some soft whispers while they caressed each other and became reacquainted. I wasn't even worth the attention to them. I had entered the realm of plaything in this room. "So this is tonight's event? Beautiful looking ass" a cold hand slapped against my bottom and then began pushing the girth in and out of me slowly. "He's opening up a bit but for his sake I wanted to ease him in" "You're too nice to it. It came here for a reason" quipped Jim. He was all mood now. It. That is what I had been reduced to in his eyes. Not a playmate or a lover but a soulless beast made for a sole purpose. To be fucked. To be bred. To be tossed away. Ego death had begun to set in. "Lemme get a better sight from over here" said Doug and made his way to the front of me. He was a balding thinner man in his late 50's. Wired and tone without almost no body hair. An outie belly button caught my eye for some strange reason and I became fixated on it. His cock was smooth and already greased that tilted upward in a drastic curve. "This the little piggy, huh? This the little piggy that wants to get fucked, huh?" He slipped his cock into my mouth without waiting for an answer. The dildo in my ass began moving in and out with a faster pace clearly uninterested in easing me into it. Jim was definitely behind the wheel. Graciously they slathered more lube onto it which was one nicety I wouldn't be granted often. Doug increased the speed of fucking my mouth. Self admittedly I am not a throat queen and gagging started to ensue. A pool of spit began gathering on the bench below me. He pulled from my mouth and crotched down to get eye to eye with me. "Don't worry baby boy. I won't wear you out too soon. We got all night." He pressed his lips to mine and wrestled tongue to tongue all the while the giant dildo pressed further and further. I began to wonder how many inches they had gotten in but soon dismissed the though. I was not in the right mind to question it. A second chime from Jim's phone beeped and stilled the energy in the room. "Roger said he'll be here in about 20" "Do I know Roger?" asked Doug "You met him at the Eagle...year...2 years ago? He was banned for a while." "Oh that guy." Doug locked eyes with me. "He is a sleazy pig with a capital S. You'll love him" little did they know how true that statement really was. The dildo was slowly pulled from my rectum and again the pop against my asslips made me quake. "I know he likes them a bit worn in and I think it's had enough practice. Anyone want first dibs?" They were casually talking about who got the first go at me first like I was an arcade machine. It was fitting. "You're our guest so I think it would be right." Doyle said to Doug. "You're too kind" I glanced over and saw that Doyle was standing besides a video camera he had set up. "For record of the courts" he chuckled. Doug made his way behind me and begun tapping his cock against my hole. "Damn this bitch is LOOSE. Look at that fucking cunt" I puckered in and out invitingly at his comment. Without ceremony he plunged his meat into me and hammered away. I love a man of action. "Oh damn. Oh DAMN this is a nice fucking butt!" I started to see stars explode and contract as I yelped with pleasure as he pounded his raw dick into my asshole. He put the full weight of his body on top of me and wrapped his arms around both myself and the bench, pinning me against it. The curvature of his dick was an interesting sensation but it was drowned out as he pressed his face to mine and grunted like a wild ape. "First one in your cunt tonight, huh? Makes me fucking special, huh? You're gonna be my special little cumdump, huh?" I could only make animalistic responses but he understood clearly and continued to mate with my hole with ferocity of a wild dog. Jim appeared before me and presented his massive sack to my mouth while stroking his foreskin up and down. He knew that this was still my favorite. I enveloped his sweaty balls into my mouth and may have grazed a bit with my tooth but that was expected with the rhythm of being fucked by this animal from behind. "Eat my fucking nuts you whore." I needed no goading and took the entirety of them into my mouth, running my tongue acrost those cum machines. Our camera man stood diligently at the sidelines to make sure my humiliations were fully documented. Jerking his cock and giving no direction. These men knew exactly how to treat a bitch like myself as they filled me from both ends. After an eternity Doug slowed his torture of my butt. "Damn boys. I don't want to burn out too soon. This pig took a good start though." He exited me and stepped to the side to light a cigarette. A third chime from a phone. "Roger is here. Doyle you want to go see him in?" He left to see their next guest in. The room quieted as Jim and Doug took their break. I was writhing against the bench though. My entire body was churning with lust as I had been opened up and disgraced by these men. Doug noticed and took pity. He helped me up from the bench and seated me on the ground to catch my breath. "For real. Roger is a real disgusting fucker though. He is going to turn you Inside. Out. Don't worry, I'll be here to protect you though" He grabbed my hair and pulled my mouth into his, again invading with his tongue. Was this my white knight? Was he going to save me from the nasty beast entering upstairs? A monster with only the desire to destroy and desecrate my young hole. I had hoped so as I again heard voices in the darkness emerge from the other room. to be continued...

First story. Semi-autobiographical. I must have been sitting outside the house for a good hour while I gathered my nerves. I told them I'd show up at 10 but I always preferred to make it there early to steel myself before heading in. This was a fantasy I had dreamed of all of my life and wanted to be absolutely sure I was going to follow through with it. About 20 minutes ago I had dropped a blotter and was waiting for the warmth to kick in. I always loved sex on hallucinogens because it created a primal connection between us like early homo sapiens fucking beside a low flame on the Sahara. Two apes gathering for a ritual of love forever bonding them to each other. The couple who owned the house I had played with several times. Doyle and Jim, two white daddies in their 60's, recently retired so they had the time on their hands to throw some pretty wild parties. Never more than 4-5 of us but I think I had made a good impression with them as a reliable hole who knew how to have a good time. I myself was 30 and slim with and pretty heavily tattooed. In my pretend life I had always come across as a confident, assertive leader-type but that was just the mask I wore while the doors were open. My true self was a meek submissive pig who was ready to comply to any dominate male and whatever twisted force they wanted to inflict on me. Doyle and Jim caught on to this immediately during our first encounter after a passionate night in their playroom that bled into the next sundown. After our last encounter, my head spinning from the weed and tina, I confessed that my dream was to be absolutely ravaged by as many men as possible only to be left on the floor a quivering lump of flesh. They told me that they would see what they could do but something on that scale did not always work out. It took weeks of planning to confirm a schedule but finally Jim texted me and said that they had gathered a decent amount of friends they knew in the scene that would be interested. The warmth I had be awaiting started to creep through my muscles and I knew it was time. I sent my text and started to walk towards the door. Doyle answered in his harness and jock and greeted me with a soft kiss on the lips. "Good to see you. Come on in!" We made our way to the living room where Jim was sitting in his jock on the couch messaging someone on his phone. I assumed he was confirming the night to their friends and saying the hole had arrived. He shot me a big smile and patted the floor to invite me over. I dropped my backpack and made my way to my spot by his leg. He rustled my hair and gave me a peck on the forehead and resumed using his phone. I started to feel myself manually breathe as the warmth overtook me head to toe while he ran his fingers across my back. Each swipe reaching down into me more and more. Doyle returned to the floor with some cocktails and sat on the other side of us, also rubbing my back. "Do you want to get changed or do you want to relax for a bit?" "How about both?" "Ok, you know the way, first door down the hall" I retrieved my backpack and made my way to the bathroom. The light started to play with my eyes and was dimming and brightening without any discernable pattern. I closed the door and undressed, feeling my hands against my own skin and slowly dragging my nails down my chest. I was unleashing something deep within me and was no longer nervous. I slipped into my black leather jock and fitted my harness tightly. I can't recall how long I spent but I became lost in the mirror making sure I was ready from every angle. the 3" plug I had inserted earlier was in place to be sure my butt was wide open from the get go. I debated taking it out but I decided to leave that honor to someone else. "Everything ok in there?" Jim asked through the door? Time had was definitely not in my control anymore. I made my way back to my spot on the floor, where a pet sits patiently waiting for orders, and quickly finished my cocktail. "First guy won't be here for another 30 minutes. How about we head downstairs and get started" said Doyle as he helped me up from the floor and began leading me to the basement. Jim followed closely grabbing my ass and tapping his fingers against the buttplug. A makeshift bedroom was the first point of entry, bed, TV, small refrigerator. They were generous hosts and always wanted men to feel welcome if they needed to stay a while and sleep off any effects from the night before. Past that was was the playroom though. A dim red light covered it like an autumn twilight. Two slings, a bench, toy chest, and a TV were included. All niceties ceased the second I crossed the threshold. Jim, forcibly pushed me to my knees to the right-side of the door. My face was merely inches from his bulging crotch. My vacation as a human being had ended and my life as a fuck-pet had begun. "Wanna go get some ice ready while I get us warmed up?" Jim said to Doyle who left for a side room. He then gently grabbed my hair and began pushing me into his pouch. My tongue lapped out and began to soak the fabric in my spit. "Hmmmmm. You're a hungry little faggot tonight, eh?" I could only respond by salivating more across his jock and gently cooing. He pulled his jock aside, knowing what I really wanted. In my state it's difficult to describe but Jim had one of the largest ballsack I had ever had the pleasure of feasting on. Each nut was about the size of a tangerine and he always seemed filled to the brim with cum which he had generously emptied into my cavity on numerous occasions. His cock was a decent sized uncut 6" which was generously girthy but it was those massive testicles that made me enamored with him and he knew it. Lights continued playing me with me and I could feel his musk radiate out from him as I slobbered over his nuts and felt his cock grow while brushing against my forehead. The air changed in the room as Doyle returned with the glass cock. He pressed his crotch against the back of my head as I heard the butane light flick on. All sustenance I needed in the world remained in those nuts. I would not want for food or drink as long as I had a supply of Man-seed to sustain me. I was a subhuman pile of pity who only needed to be flooded with liquid love to continue my paltry existence. "Look up at me" one of them said. Voices and frame had started to slip from view as one of them raised my chin and pressed the pipe between my lips. "Inhale" I heard and began to bring the bitter air into my lungs. I held for an unknown amount of time while I heard the liter flick again above me. The rush of chemicals flowed through me as I let out a hypnotic looking cloud of smoke. I gazed for a moment before Jim brought me back to reality with a sharp slap. "Pay attention and suck my cock faggot!" I immediately followed his instruction and brought his dick into my mouth. Making sure to run my tongue underneath his foreskin. Between the two of them Jim was the alpha and Doyle was the more gentle. Doyle's emerging penis grazed past my cheek as I sucked on his husband. He was a bit more endowed but not as thick. Out of the corner of my eye I saw the veins of his shaft forming mountain ranges and he was already beginning to leak as a small droplet sparkled from the tip of his piss hole. This went on for sometime as I heard them passionately kissing above me. Droplets of spittle splashed my face like rain and I was lost in my sense of duty as a worthless pig, eager to have these two men treat my holes as a palace of worship for their engorged meat. Some time passed and Doyle hoisted me up by my armpits and guided me over to the bench. The leather felt good in the ever increasing heat of passion in the room as I pressed my face against it. "Looks like a big one he's got in there" Jim said and he began again slapping the end of my plug. Slowly twisting it inside me. Doyle laid his body against my back and lowered his full weight over me. "Last chance to back out..." I pressed my lips together and nodded. "I want it" Doyle opened his mouth and ran his tongue alongside my cheek in agreement. Jim had stepped in front of me and again pressed the glass pipe to my lips. "Inhale, pig". I sucked down the foul air as Doyle began removing my plug slowly. It plopped and my gaping hole felt a cool breeze that I sensed as one of the last moments of chill I would be experiencing for a while. He dropped the plug somewhere and I heard it's heavy thud against the floor while Jim against started slowly fucking my mouth. Doyle behind me began exploring my open fuckhole with his tongue and all at once I felt like some scared prey between two dominate predators. Ready to be torn apart at a moments notice. The room had begun to spin. A chime of a phone alerted me back to the present. Without removing his cock from my mouth Jim reached over to glance at it. Doyle continued to kiss my gaping asshole like it was my own lips. "Keep getting him ready. The first guy just showed up" Jim said as his penis pulled from my mouth. He exited the room and Doyle raised up. "You're going to make some very horny men very happy tonight, pig." to be continued...

10. Clean up, kid. I like it dirty, but not literally. 9. Call me a traditionalist, but I like my boyholes plucked and shaved. 8. Condoms? Your neighbor sports a perfect bubble and will give it to me bare. 7. So it hurts a bit in the beginning? It's supposed to, boy. 6. No, I'm not slowing down. Hit the poppers and take it like a pro. 5. Doggy, missionary, sideways? I like'em all and you'll give up your ass any way I like it. 4. I'm fucking you and you're telling me you want a gangbang. Tell me why you should be thinking about other cocks right now. 3. Don't tell me where to dump my load. It's going up your ass and you knew that when we started. 2. Do I want you to cum? Haven't thought about it but now that you mention it: No. 1. Ah... You cleaned my cock! I'm definitely coming back, slut.

I was 22 and decided to go camping at the lake one July, just to enjoy the summer a bit before it was over, and to get away from the gay life I had just began exploring. After getting everything set up, I sat down beside the fire and continued drinking my beer. Other than the sound of some soft voices at distant camp sites, the camp site was very quiet. Just as my fire was dying down for the night, I heard someone approaching on the path which led to the main trail. I recognized the man from a neighboring site, as I had walked past earlier on my way to my site. He was about 50, bushy gray beard almost hiding his sunken face, and wearing only jeans and boots. His torso had no fat, cept for a small belly paunch which didn't seem to fit his otherwise scrawny frame. He reminded me of some of older guys at the bar who'd been ravaged by HIV before treatments improved. In his hand was a liquor bottle, which was half empty. As he got closer, I could see he had a septum piercing, a thick ring resting on his bushy 'stache. I called out a friendly hello as he came near the fire, and he raised his bottle as if to toast me, then took a giant gulp of the brown liquid. He sat down on a log next to the fire, and we began talking. I was drunk, but this guy was shitfaced. Friendly as hell though, so I didn't mind. He was asking me all sorts of questions, what brought me here, was I having fun, etc. I just told him I was only here to chill out, and get drunk. He laughed and handed me his bottle and said "Drink up, buddy." I figured what the hell so I took a few gulps and felt the burn going down my throat. We kept talking, until finally I got up to go piss at the edge of the campfire. Just as I was thinking how drunk I was getting but having fun regardless, he appeared standing beside me, pulled-out his dick, and also took a piss. I jumped a bit, but still kept pissing, noticing he seemed to be studying my stream, so I looked over at his as well. He shook his cock a little to break my stare, and I looked over at his face. He had a different look now. Intense and not as friendly as before. I wasn't sure what to say, and before I could figure it out he turned and started pissing on my exposed cock and shorts. I couldn't move as inside I was panicking. I'd never thought of anything like this, and here a stranger was pissing on me and I didn't know what to do. His stream stopped and I felt his hand on my shoulder, pushing down. I'm not sure why I did it, but I got on my knees facing him. He stepped forward, his dangling cock right in front of me, and began pissing down the front of me, soaking my shirt before lifting his cock and aiming right for my face. His hot urine splashed in my eyes and ran down my cheeks, and he put his hand on top of my head and ordered me to open my mouth. Again, not sure why but I did exactly as he told me. He let loose another steam of piss right into my mouth, and commanded me to swallow at all, like a good pig. I began gulping and swallowing what I could. I was repulsed, but doing my best. When his stream stopped, I opened my eyes to see his hard cock jutting out a full eight inches, his fat cockhead still wet with piss. It was a sharp contrast to his lean frame. With his hand still on my head, he guided my head forward into my open mouth, and began fucking it. A few minutes later, he pulled his cock out and began rubbing it on my face, telling me I was a good whore and to stand up. Standing there, I noticed that despite my wet clothes and taste of piss and cock in my mouth, my cock was standing at attention. The stranger grabbed me by my cock and led me to my tent. He stripped my clothes outside the door, and led us inside. He had me remove his boots and jeans, and then lay back as he climbed on top of me. I was turned on as well as scared, and he began sucking my neck, tonguing my ears, and finally kissing me deeply. The feel of his big beard brushing my body was unbelievable, and my cock got even harder as his aggressive foreplay continued. "You're my whore tonight, boy, so relax and enjoy" he said. I didn't reply, and soon his fingers were playing with my hole, trying to push into my hole. I moaned, and he laughed, calling me a virgin, but quickly adding not for long. He climbed onto my chest and began jerking his cock right above my face, commanding me to lick his fuck stick. I began lapping my tongue on the underside of his head, and he laughed and told me what a good pig I was and to keep eating his toxic precum. When I heard him say that, I damned near panicked but his weight held me down. I tried to raise up but he smacked my face hard with his hand, telling me to lay the fuck still. He grabbed his cock and smacked it on my lips, telling me to open wide or else I'd taste the back of his hand again. I opened wide, and he began slow fucking my mouth. "That's it piggy, suck my toxic cock like a good whore!" His thrusts continued, and the taste of his precum grew stronger. Deeper and deeper into my throat he fucked, until I was sure I'd puke. I began gagging hard and he pulls his cock out, covered in my thick saliva. Next, he's twisting my arm around as he slid off my chest, forcing me to move in the direction he's pulling it. I'm half screaming as he twists, and finally I was on my stomach as he held my arm roughly behind my back. "Now get on your knees, pig" he said, twisting my arm to ensure my cooperation. I fumble to do as he says, as the pain he's inflicting on my arm is intense. "Good pig- now put your other hand on your back." Grabbing my free hand, he was now holding both in place on my back, as he scoots in right behind me, his cock pressing into my crack. He seems to clear his throat, but then I hear and feel him spit a goober on my ass. He repositioned to hold my arms with one hand, and grabs his cock with the other and begins rubbing his cock and spit into my hole. I quietly ask him to please let me go, but he ignored me, steadily pushing into my hole, slowly, in and out thrusts, but I had clamped tight, trying to prevent his entrance. Again he spat onto my hole, as his thumb slid in deeper as he murmured "There we go, piggy, open up for Daddy." Working his thumb in and out, telling me he was coating my whore cunt with his precum. From the slickness of his thumb as it moved freely in my ass, and I knew he isn't lying. Suddenly, his thumb was replaced by four inches of his cock. It took my breath away, but he didn't pause until he was fully buried in my ass. "Good piggy, I'm gonna show you how I make a man my whore" he said, as he slowly fucked my virgin hole. "Oh yeah fuck. I'm leaking my load inside you now boy. You like that? You want your new Daddy to knock you up and make you his toxic pig? Pop your pussy cherry and knock you up all in one night? Make you a fuck whore for the rest of your life?" His cock was thrusting harder, and I could hear the sloshing noises as my ass loosened to his fucking. He then started his final assault. " That's it baby, milk Daddy's dirty seed into your cunt. Drain it baby." He plunged forward, pulling my arms back and making me scream, holding his cock in as deeply as possible. I felt his cock pulsate stream after stream, coating my guts with his load. In that moment, when I was completely helpless and forever changed when a stranger came inside my ass, my cock spurted the biggest load of my life. Afterwards the stranger released my arms, and I chose to remain perfectly still as his cock stroked gently in and out of my hole. He spent the rest of the night in my tent, and the rest of the weekend. By the time I left, I had eight poz loads in my ass, and my new Daddy.

My twinkie friend and I were out drinking one night when he said “you go to that sauna round the corner – is it not dirty? Do you not care what people think?”. I replied “yeh, too right its dirty, there are all sorts of guys in there, poz, old, fit, neg, hunks, twinks, barebackers, safe bros”. He giggled and asked which I was. “You know I’m the bare bear spreading my poz seed”. I said “you always seem the sort to play safe and go with the jocks. He laughed and said “jocks yeh, want a good looking lad on my arm but I always seem to have run out of condoms. The jocks don’t mind they love bareback and they think I’m innocent and twinky”. I laughed and told him how dirty he was and he winked. Then I asked why do you always need to pretend to be innocent – do you not just wanna let your inner slut out? He replied “so much – makes me wanna go to that sauna and just let go”. He leaned closer, put a hand on my thigh, giggled and said “do they have a sling in there?”. I laughed and said “sure they do, careful though that hand could make the snake grow”. Just then he kissed me and said, “why don’t we go over – you can show me the ropes, or the chains lol”. I grabbed his hand and said, come on then pup, let’s go. The guy on the desk gave me a wink as I paid for both our tickets plus a bottle of poppers. We got changed and I showed my friend to the showers. We rubbed each other down and got semis in the process. I started a tour of the sauna, showing him the steam room, the spa pool then we got to the cabins and passed one with a bear with his ass up and his face down. My friend whispered “wow isn’t that dangerous – how do you know the guys will be hot or wrap up?”. I laughed and said “you don’t – that’s the fun of it and I bet he won’t be complaining if a guy dives in raw – most guys here do it bareback”. He replied “wow that’s so hot, makes me wanna sniff those poppers and get my peach out, can I have a sniff”. I was all to happy to help. He took a short sniff so I said “come on, have a good deep huff”. My twinky friend did. Suddenly, he dropped his towel and walked into a free room, kneeling down ass up. He said “so if show my ass like this, I might get a bare load from a bear I’ve longed for”. I said “you could, but it’s poz so it’s a big risk”. He groaned “make me yours – let everyone watch you breed me”. I walked in, leaving the cabin door open and dropped my towel. I knelt to lick the twinks smooth peach – burying my tongue deep in his cute hole. He moaned and took more sniffs of the poppers. Eventually he started to beg for my thick cock inside him. I lubed his hole and slid my cock firmly inside him. He groaned yes sir, give me your cock. I ploughed him doggy style for a bit, getting harder and faster as we went. Then I flipped him round onto his back and buried my raw cock inside him again. I leant in and kissed him. He said “please, I’ve needed you to breed me for so long, give me that potent seed, make me yours”. This pushed me over the edge and me cock thickened and I pumped a massive five day load into his twinky hole. We made out. Kissing long and hard. Eventually he said “thank u for giving me your masculine seed”. I replied “I’ll always be a part of you now”. Just then an old guy said “well done lad, making such a cute twink yours”. I looked round and said to my twink “look at the crowd – they loved my hairy body pounding your smooth one”. I kissed me again and said “a man and his lad – the way it should be”.

Fuck yeh! I would like to be slammed with my dads big raw cock deep in my ass. Thats me taking a big white cock after getting a double slam by two other other white daddies. They ended up DPing me after some G fun. Those white daddies knew how to open my asian cunt up and used me big time.

After my somewhat unsatisfying hook up this morning I was back on Grindr and got a message from a hot light skinned black kid who wanted to hook up. He was 18 and honestly, hot as fuck with a thick uncut dick. He was clear about being a top and I asked about bare and he was down for it with no questions. Best of all he could host. I got his address, freshened up and headed to his place. I got there and he looked just like his pictures. He was kind of embarassed as he admitted he had another guy there and wondered if I was cool for a three way. I said I was and could already see this cute as fuck blonde kid hanging out. I asked if he the kid was 18 or not and he assured me he was. I was kind of pissed as I thought the black kid was gonna drill me but knew I had to roll with the punches here. The blonde kid was a little chubby with a cute face, blonde hair, and a shocking masculine voice. He also had the look of desperation in his eyes that so many young guys have where they just desperately want to get fucked but can't say it. The black kid (Dre) told me that he was still going to fuck me, but wanted me to fuck the blonde kid (Cody). Dre admitted he and Cody are a regular thing and that Cody likes him lining up guys to join. I said I was cool. It was clear both of them had been smoking weed and Dre led me to the bedroom, kissing me, and taking off both our clothes with Cody in tow. As Cody stripped a nice sized uncut cock popped out with a big gob on precum leaking off it. I dropped to my knees and eagerly started sucking Cody's cock, loving the sweet taste of his precum. Dre was behind him sliding his cock inside him asking him if he liked me sucking his cock and he said he did. He moved on asking him if he wanted to cum in my mouth or cum in my ass and he admitted he really wanted to cum in my ass. I'd thought I was gonna breed the kid but was down for him breeding me. Dre was clearly in charge and told Cody to let him know when he was ready to fuck me and kept stroking inside Cody who was moaning with delight. I was starting to get worried Dre was going to cum in Cody's ass but he'd back off and I guess he knew he was close and wanted to edge instead. Cody finally said he was close and I backed off his dick and got on the bed on my back, spreading my legs so he could enter me. Cody lubed up my hole and his cock and thrust inside me roughly and soon Dre was behind him drilling him into me. Dre was telling Cody to fuck me like the dirty bitch I am and to use my hole, calling both Cody and me dirty sluts. I loved that Dre was verbally abusing both of us and both Dre and Cody got into a steady rhythm and I knew that I was going to take Cody's load. Dre reassured me his load was going in my ass next and that Cody gets more than enough of his loads. As all this was happening I was staring at Cody's pretty face, and loving the look of intensity as he was fucking me. I was telling him how hot his cock felt and how bad I wanted his loads, begging him to stay inside me. I could see from his facial expression he was cumming and could feel him throbbing inside me as he let loose a massive blast and loud groan. Dre slid out of him leading him to gasp loudly. Cody's dick softened and slid out of me as he panted, trying to catch his breath. I could hear Dre order Cody to get on the bed calling him a slut and that he needed to take my load like the bitch he is. I got up and Cody obediently took my place, laying on his back as I got in place to enter him. I didn't even lube up as his ass was already loaded with lube and Dre's precum. Cody's face was a mix of pleasure and pain as I entered him and started pounding him pretty hard as Dre egged me on calling him a dirty slut, a whore, and a pig and to start begging for my cock and cum, which Cody enthusiastically did as Dre watched. I love how Dre treats Cody so nasty and Cody eats it up and more importantly that Cody is an obediant slut who loves random guys breeding him raw and that Dre gets into random guys breeding his boy raw. "You getting close pig" Dre asked me and I said I was. He got behind and entered me roughly and I gasped loudly and started telling him how good his cock felt in me. "Yeah I know, you want my load don't you pig?" he demanded and I played along telling him how bad I wanted his load. He told me to focus on breeding his boy and that he wanted me to drain my balls inside him and he was gonna drain his in me. As if to emphasize the point he wrapped one arm around my neck choking me slightly as he pulled my head back to whisper in my ear that I was going to take his load, using the n-word, which got me super-aroused. I was close to cumming and told him that and to keep choking me. Dre started pounding me even harder saying he was close too and we both orgasmed at roughly the same time, me lost in wanting his load so bad I wasn't even paying attention to Cody as be loudly begged for my load and for me to stay inside him. I could barely hear him over the loud noises Dre was making as he came and clearly he'd build up a huge load he was now blasting inside me, churning his load and Cody's deep inside my guts. I wasn't about to pull out of Cody and wanted Dre to cum in me again and said as much. Dre reassured me he wasn't done with my "bitch ass" yet and was continuing to pound me, using the n-word to describe his cum as he did. The first orgasm I was really more focused on what Dre was doing to me, but now was focused on Cody and enjoying the look of pleasure on his face having taken my load. I was asking how much he enjoyed it and he was vocal about how much he'd wanted my load and how hot it was taking even as Dre was furiously pounding me and lost in his own satisfaction of drilling me hard. And while I loved the pounding he was giving me I'd expected that. What really turned me on was the unexpected joy in breeding his boy raw and pumping my loads in him, and I loved the look on his face as he begged for my second load as I blasted it inside him. I didn't break eye contact with Cody as Dre egged me on saying "Fuck yeah boy, breed his ass, fucking load him up". Knowing that I'd cum Dre now was pounding me mercilessly, pulling all the way out and slamming balls deep back inside telling me my ass was his, that he owned me, and so on. He was driving his load and Cody's deep inside my guts as I begged for his load and now I was using the n-word. I could feel him slow to short hard deep thrusts as he groaned mightily and blasted his load inside me. He collapsed on me, forcing me down on Cody as my cock slid out of him and I could feel Dre panting hard as he was on top of me, his cock slowly sliding out. We lay there for a bit, pretty much spent, but also pleasured. I'd gotten what I wanted and then some. I'm sure Cody got what he wanted and Dre too. I loved how pervy they both were, picking up random guys to fuck with, no guilt, no shame. If I had a BF I'd want them to be like Cody or Dre and I'm not sure which. They're a perfect match for each other. And as hot as Dre is I'd love to drill his ass raw and load it. Part of me wants to flip tops and make them bottom. I guess its that unobtainable desire. And I love that while Cody was supposed to be a bottom he also tops and is actually a pretty hot top. Clearly Dre has to find outlets for him to top or maybe Cody just finds guys. Honestly I know nothing of etiher one. Maybe they both fuck around like crazy. But seeing how Dre has Cody on a short leash I don't guess thats the case. Dre finally gets up off of me and heads to the bathroom to grab a towel and comes back wiping himself off and then tosses the used towel at me to use, which is kind of gross, but kind of hot. I get up and wipe myself down as well and I'm guessing I don't get to use the shower to clean up proper, not that I care, I kind of want to carry both there loads with me and smelling like them. I'm done with the towel and toss it to Cody who halfheartedly wipes himself clean and I start dressing to leave. Dre sees me to the door and thanks me for coming over and says I was pretty hot and that they both enjoyed playing with me. I said I had too and that any time they wanted me to join to text me. The walk back to my truck was a weird mix of WTF just happened and hopes that it would happen again soon, mixed with the desire to be with a guy like either one of them. I don't really want a BF unless they're chill and open to being a bit wild like those two.

White daddy barebacking me from behind while he’s getting his point shoot up. I could feel his precum when he coughed out the rush. He went hard straight away holding my hip then fucked me brainless for hours.

Last night I got a bit piggy. Started out when I got home from work and needed to cut the grass. As I was setting up some music I accidentally opened Grindr and saw that my favorite top was online. We exchanged pleasantries and I asked if he was looking at he said yes so we arranged for 20 minutes... I got off the lawn mower, quickly showered, cleaned out and as I was putting on my jock I got a message 'open the door when you are ready'. That sent a quiver thru my pussy knowing his fat cock would soon be stretching me open. I opened the door assume 'the position' (ass up) and he walks in and starts telling me what a great ass I have and asks me to suck his cock to start. As I am sucking I flash back to the first time where he was having trouble getting my pussy to open up for him... He showed me his cock and all I could say was 'force it'. he did and I never regretted it. Anyway, he fucked me until he was pumping his cum deep inside me, and all the while saying' I can't believe you are taking the whole thing'. He said he wanted to come back in an hour and get some more ass, so I kept grindr open. I then opened Sniffies... I saw the profile of someone I have been trying to open my pussy for and finally got them to come over. It was a pleasant fuck and a nice load but I was still hoping #1 was coming back. I then saw another nice cock on Sniffies and offered my ass up and that sweet little 19 YO came over and pumped a huge load in me... So I admit the poppers and cum was getting to me so I got on Sniffies again and started talking to this 30-ish guy and convinced him he would sleep better with his cum in my ass. He finally agreed and and on his way up he sent me a message 'Be on the front porch'. When he showed up I was ass up on the front steps and he walked up 'hmmmm. How many loads in that hole' When I said 3 his response was 'good boy'. He slid his cock in and pumped me a few times, then pulled out and stuck 3 fingers up my hole and when he pulled out they were covered in cum. The stuck his fingers in my mouth and I sucked them clean and he shoved his cock back in... he repeated that a couple of times - I couldn't believe how much cum was on his fingers each time. He then said 'I am gonna breed you now boy' and I felt him tense up and pump his load in. I had been telling a frequent breeder what was going on and he came over right after the previous guy left and he too wanted to fuck me on the front porch... We did that a while then we went back inside and he gave me load #5. We took a break and then when he was ready he told me to get ass up and fucked load #6 in to me.. It was well after midnight when I finally stopped looking for loads even as badly as I wanted more. It was a surprising (but very filling) evening and one I am glad I could participate in. This morning one of the guys asked if he could stop by on his way home from work and pump loads into me on a regular basis... so the adventure continues.... 😉

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Chapter 9: Bate and Switch After the professor shot his load, he immediately called Marc and told him to immediately go to the Bate site and look for " Beaker." That was the nerds screen name! The professor said to watch the nerd stroke, and then ask him if he was up for some mutual stroking on cam. The professor thought this this would be a great first step in setting that up Marc's ultimate breeding of him. The professor told Marc that it would be a rather boring session, and he reminded him there was to be no sex besides mutual jacking, that he needed to slowly work his way up to breeding. He suggested that Marc start off jerking side by side, and then suggest they jerk each other off. Marc eagerly went to the site, and gave the nerd plenty of positive feedback. To Marc's suprise, the nerd asked him if he'd be up for a mutal session, either on.ir off camera! This saved Marc the trouble of setting it up. The nerd told Marc he had planned another session for tomorrow and privately gave Marc his adddress. When the nerd answered the door, wearing nothing but a sexy thong jockstrap, the nerd was shocked, and said we are in the same class together! Marc acted similarly suprised and said yea would have never guessed it would be you! The nerd was obviously excited as a bulge started rising in his jock. Marc suggested they start immediately but the nerd said they had a bit of time as his session was scheduled and he had lots of frequent followers. The nerd suggested they still head to the bedroom for as he called it, " pre production." As the nerd turned around, Marc admired his tight ass. He wondered how he got it so tight and firm, but couldn't help but think how hot it would to eventually be in his virgin pink hairless pucker and converting him. Once the nerd explained the camera set up, and how it would work, Marc asked him if they could show each other their cocks. The nerd said absolutely not. That would be an integral build up to the show. The nerd explained it was all part of the tease, bur more importantly to get guys to give tokens for specific actions. He explained that they usually did, but not always. The nerd said hed probably get a few tokens if there were any new viewers, but he said his faithful followers would likely offer lots of tokens to see his cock for the first time. He reminded Marc not to get too anxious and show his cock. He said tease tease tease. The more tease the more tokens! He said some may even ask for a private show. The nerd said he would keep track of any tokens offered to him, and transfer them to him. In addition, he told Marc hed also transfer some of the tokens hes earned. He said when the time was right, he would seductively start by showing his cock first. He said he would watch the comments to determine when it was best to completely show it. He said it would be a slow process, with just a few teases, then he would put his hand down his jock and play with his cock before totally exposing it. He told Marc that he should do tye same. He indicated that the cam would be exclusively on Marc's cock, but he had a note pad and tell him when and what to do. As there would be no faces, it was perfectly fine to look over at the notes! The nerd eagerly told Marc 5 minutes to showtime and they got in the bed assuring the cameras were properly in place.

Patrick, Ben, and Mike were heading out of the hot apartment into the drifty, dark, and cold hallway. The car was already parked in the street, as Ben reached for the back door and confirmed his name with the Uber driver. Patrick grabbed the front seat while Mike and Ben got in the back, as they continued discussing amongst themselves with personal stuff. As the car headed off, Patrick was deeply thinking and trying to picture what’s to come next. What Mike and Ben said back at the house about going farther with Christopher really made it clear that this implied party drugs. It then became really clear that he’ll see some things that he didn’t even know much about regarding sex combined with drugs. Patrick felt really good about how Ben and Mike were inclusive and being friendly with him, giving him a sense of trust with the couple. This gave Patrick hope that Christopher could also be a proxy in that same friendliness. Patrick contemplated how the chemistry between everyone, given they all know each other, could give him a fun opportunity tonight, and allow himself to just enjoy the ride for once while things were good. His nerves reduced and instead felt his own inhibition and horniness take control. His last take of G was flowing all around his body, feeling just how strong that last dose was from an hour ago. Just sitting in the car felt electric, with three horny men heading to Christopher’s. While he was feeling the yearning for what was ahead of him, he was also thinking how he’ll interact with Christopher, and how he is as a host. The interaction back at Ben and Mike’s house about Christopher was short, at best. Patrick scrolled through the photos from the app, reviewing details about his appearance and his profile, checking his stats. He was nervous about his sexy and confident look. They drove through the city for what seemed like 20 minutes. The city was quiet, apartment lights were off, the roads were open, and the sky had a dark and early morning look. Getting off the highway and turning into the side streets of midtown, the feeling of anticipation hit Patrick, as the car was pulling up to the curb of a residential tower, with a glimmering lobby in front. The car stopped, and the driver said ‘Thank You!’ They got out of the car, entered the front lobby with their personal bags and approached a lady behind the desk. Mike was ready with details, explaining they were here to see Christopher in 27M. After waiting for the call to pick up, a muffled voice was faintly audible as it was clear that it was Christopher on the line. The desk receptionist replied back, and finished the call. Looking up, she smiled and gestured them to the elevator banks around the corner. The floor numbers fell fast to ground level as they waited for their ride. The elevator doors had opened for them, and up they climbed. The ride slowed to a halt, and there they arrived on the quiet 27th floor. In single file, they moved through the corridors, while Patrick was looking for the right letter, until Mike had arrived at Christopher’s doorstep. Mike sent a text, and in no time the handle moved, and the door swung open. There, standing in the bright hallway of the front door was Christopher, wearing basketball shorts and a zip-up vest and sporting a fresh haircut. Looking at his guests, Christopher gestured them in with a soft smile. They went in one by one, with Patrick at the end. Once Patrick closed the door behind him, Christopher faced Patrick and shook out his hand. ‘Beautiful eyes you have Patrick, good to have you over’ Christopher said ‘Thanks for having us over, yeah I’m really glad I came, thanks. And I guess you are friends, I had no idea!’ Patrick was being awkwardly shy. ‘We go way back to a slimpler time, through some mutual friends when these two were just dating.’ Christopher had a 5 o’clock shadow that was well trimmed, and salt and pepper hair. His height was also comparable to Patrick’s, and a fit body. Once again, the photos were a really close match to reality, in particular, his big bowling ball shoulders and thick arms. Patrick will have to wait for a final verdict on the rest of his body. Mike came in and gave Christopher a proper hug, and Ben was removing his shoes in the hallway. Patrick also followed Ben’s lead in removing his shoes, then waited for Christopher to walk them deeper into the apartment. Right off the bat, Patrick picked up on the quality of the apartment that was comparably more modern and high end then the last apartment. Funky art and books were everywhere, and Patrick could appreciate these nice details. ‘Can I get you guys a drink? I have juice but I don’t drink alcohol’ offered Christopher. ‘Just water for right now, thanks’ said Ben, hanging his jacket and showing off a little chest hair poking out of his sweater. ‘I’d gladly have some as well’ Patrick added. They all followed Christopher into the kitchen, through the hallway and into a main entertaining area of the apartment. Beautiful floor to ceiling windows overlooking the city were right in front of them. What was also noticeable were some messy parts to the space as well. There were iphone chargers on the floor, stacks of paper and folders in different piles, several water cups along the edge of the coffee table, along with chewable vitamins, a couple lighters, and other random shit. Christopher handed over Patrick his glass of water, when he suddenly noticed how dilated Christopher’s eyes were, surprising Patrick a little. ‘How is your night so far? Were you guys coming from home I bet?’ ‘Yeah we came from uptown alright, we got talking to this young pup close to midnight, he came right over, and we were enjoying our piggy little selves. Super verse this one.’ ‘Fuck yeah that’s good to hear’ ‘I’ve tried more things sexually than I would normally do, but it's been really fun tonight.’ said Patrick. ‘Is that so?? Have Ben and Mike been showing you how to have some fun?’ Curious to hear what you’ve done so far?’ asked Christopher in an inviting way to Patrick. ‘Well, we’ve been enjoying the poppers a ton which are super fresh and good quality, we brought some. But the thing I tried that’s new is G, so we had a couple rounds of that. ‘Okay! You’ve been having yourself a little party then, that’s pretty incredible as a first time thing. I love it too, and I especially love to enjoy it with friends and getting pretty horned up’ said Christopher Mike gave a small chuckle in an approving way. ‘I think we’ll make good company together.’ Patrick felt reassured by how Christopher was being a friendly host and approaching the topic. Not to mention, Christopher is incredibly hot with his smile and sexy personality. Well before we get into stuff I do want to let you know, that you are completely safe under my roof, and that I think you can have a really fun time with us. We three always have a very relaxed and open flow with each other and others we’re with. We also do other things similar to G that you are welcome to try if you haven’t before.’ ‘Okay yeah I’m open minded. Trying G has been mind blowingly fun’ ‘If you see that bong in the corner?’ Patrick spotted a glass bong, sitting on a side table, with beautiful colored glass. ‘I smoke different stuff out of that, and get a really horny buzz on. We call it Tina, and you only need a little of it to feel stimulated and fucking amazing.’ Patrick was very engaged in this conversation, following what Chrsitopher was saying very closely. You probably heard of Tina but maybe you haven’t seen it before. It makes you feel incredible when you’re having sex. Let me show you’ Christopher went over to the bong, picked it up and approached Patrick again to give him a closer look of what the process looked like. As Patrick had of course seen a bong before in his life, this did not look intimidating at all. Christopher offered it to Mike first. ‘Yeah Patrick for Ben and me, this is something that we’ll do a bit of every other weekend or so, and Christopher really plays a good host to his guests. We just didn’t want to jump in the deep end right as you came over. We could tell based on our first impression of you that we should ease slowly into the hard stuff. Even now, there's no pressure whatsoever if you just want to stick to G. If you want to at least watch how I use it you can see for yourself how to smoke this stuff. ‘What does it feel like?’ Patrick asked, as Mike grabbed a large lighter from the kitchen island, lit the torch and started to move it around the glass. ‘It's a bit different than G, where G gives more of a sense of tranquility and enhanced libido. But Tina is a real upper, so you’re gonna feel a sense of energy, and a strong urge to fuck. It’s especially amazing when you combine the two together. ‘Combine together?’ asked Patrick, confirming what he heard in surprise. ‘Yeah, you just gotta be careful and don’t bite off more than you can chew’. Christopher reassured me. Mike took his hit, and could hear the water in the bong bubble away. Mike paused to hold his breath for a moment, before slowly releasing. The smoke that came out was a pure white and heavy plume that seemed to stay suspended in the air for a moment, as it carried across the room. Mike went back to the bong for another hit, as Ben leaned into Mike, waiting to give him a kiss. What Mike was in fact doing was transferring the smoke into Ben’s mouth, as it wasn’t really a kiss. Ben’s cheeks filled with air, followed by Ben’s exhale with an equally sized cloud of Tina. Patrick was studying them to watch what would happen, and anticipate a change in their behavior, but to only see that Ben and Mike were looking a little bit more relaxed, sitting back in the couch sectional. ‘Interesting’ Patrick commented, not really sure what to make of this. He was curious by all that he learned, and ready to take the next step with this new guy in front of him. It was difficult for Patrick to try and weigh the pros and cons of any potential consequences about to take place. Deep down however, he was really searching for a justification for saying yes if he were asked to participate. Given the sexual energy in the room and how approachable everyone was, Patrick’s initial thought would be to try and stay, but not immediately jump right in with smoking. He would maybe dip his toe in the water later on, but felt ok with himself to just play things by ear, or perhaps even stick to G for the rest of the night. Christopher took his turn at the bong, re-lighting the glass bowl with a slightly different heating technique, and held his full lungs until he reached Mike’s lips. ‘This is a shotgun, it's great for efficiency’ said Ben. ‘It looks pretty standard to smoking weed but yeah I’ve never personally tried it out myself.’ said Patrick. ‘You are welcome to it but go at your own pace for sure. If you’re already having fun then that’s what counts’ said Christopher, blowing one more out into the living room. ‘I also was chatting with my friend Guilherme about an hour ago and he said he might be around for later but he had some stuff to do, so no promises. Guilherme is another friend of mine that I’m pretty sure Ben and Mike, you two have met before, right?’ Christopher asked the couple. ‘We know him from one of these nights that we were here before. Yeah he’s a good kisser, he can rim really fucking deep too, you’ll remember his face.’ The men were catching up in the living room for a bit, talking about their Friday nights. Patrick told how he is now on prep and wanted to fully embrace his sexual rebellion, and turn into a fucking pig. How this was interpreted to Christopher, Ben, and Mike was that Patrick was here to have his limits pushed. Ben began disassembling his bag containing gummy snacks, a personal travel case, and a fresh jockstrap and harness. The relaxed mood continued as the three other men continued blowing clouds, and giving each other shotguns, back and forth, sharing the same hit. While the smoke would fill up their lungs and the living room, Patrick could smell the unique odor it gave off. ‘I think you all would benefit from taking a quick shower, I already got towels freshly folded that are waiting for you in the bathroom, you’re welcome to rinse off and clean out if you need to. We’re all bottoming tonight at some point so good time to check’ ‘Perfect, thanks a bunch Christopher’ said Mike, rising from his seat. Ben also got up from the couch and followed Mike to the bathroom and down the hallway they went. All that remained was Christopher and Patrick in the living room. ‘Just checking in, how’s everything going for you? I know this is all pretty new to you’ Christopher asked Patrick ‘Yeah I’m curious about it but yeah I’m just taking it all in one step at a time I suppose’ Patrick smiled to let Christopher know that he wasn’t too worried or scared off. ‘Yeah its great you’re setting the speed for yourself, it's good discipline’ Christopher said. ‘Let me show you the apartment around so you have the lay of the land. Christopher walked Patrick around quietly, down the hallway, through one of the bedrooms with a huge television and an ambient, color-changing lamp. Christopher invited Patrick in the middle of the room, where he could see the nightstand covered by a thousand little objects. More water bottles were found, an ipad, TV remotes, poppers, lube, a lighter, more lube, and a small lamp. Christopher sat on the bed, and tapped the edge of the bed for Patrick to join him. ‘I’ve got a lot of porn, I want to see what you pick for the four of us. Here, let me show you my Naked Sword page for you to scroll through. Christopher handed over the ipad for Patrick to start flipping through the different options. Patrick chose his preferred studio that leaned more on group sex and raw bareback, and chose one of the recently released scenes. ‘Oh let me just grab my supplies in the living room, one sec.’ said Christopher. Patrick leaned back in Christopher’s bed distracting himself with the porn scene that he hadn’t watched before. For a quiet moment, Patrick could hear the water running distantly in the bathroom. Patrick was now ready to stick his tongue down Christopher’s throat once he got back. The footsteps in the carpeted hallway got louder, until Christopher found a light switch where the hallway light went completely out. The apartment became suddenly very dark, with the exception of the TV and the ambient red light from the bedroom. Christopher re-emerged in the room. Looking more intensely at each other, Christopher came straight at Patrick and kissed with their tongues locking. A jolt of blood pulsed in their slowly hardening cocks, as they got the first taste of each other. ‘You’re gorgeous, Patrick, do you know that? Beautiful eyes, you must get this from everybody.’ Patrick blushed, ‘So are you, I’m so horny for you’ said Patrick, before going back to kissing Christopher. They continued making out throughout the porn scene, not rushing each other but just enjoying the moment for the two of themselves. ‘Let me throw on some music, you have a preference?’ ‘Yeah I kinda like to listen to something with a low beat in the background, Let me connect my phone’ offered Patrick. Patrick put on his favorite playlist, receiving immediate approval from Christopher. ‘You seem like you really know how to have a good time’ Christopher complimented. Christopher made the move to unzip his vest, revealing his chest with a good amount of chest hair. He was in just as good shape as Patrick had hoped. Not a lumberjack but someone who had really well defined features to his upper body and a treasure trail. Patrick returned to his initial spot on the bed and put his arms around Christopher’s back. While they kissed, Christopher’s hands were crawling up Patrick’s shirt. With no resistance, Patrick allowed him to explore and feel everything he wanted. His hands would reach his ass crack a bit, rubbing his hands all over his waist. Christopher had discovered just the band of his jockstrap hugging Patrick, no underwear. At this point, both of their hard-ons were poking through their pants in the most obvious way. Christopher rubbed Patrick’s groin area, while Patrick slowly took off his own top, exposing his chest to the warm temperature of the apartment. Hands were roaming faster, while the kissing and the mouth fucking continued. Patrick leaned back on the bed to give Christopher the ability to undress his pants. Christopher grabbed his legs and yanked Patrick forward to the edge of the bed. He unbuttoned his pants and slipped off each pants leg, to reveal Patrick’s used black jockstrap that he had worn much of his time with Ben and Mike. Christopher brought his nose to his crotch to smell some body odor, Patrick’s pheromones, and some old sperm. He honestly wanted a shower if it could give Christopher a fresh start. He desperately wanted Christopher’s tongue to make love to him. ‘Once Ben and Mike are done, I’ll hop in as well if that’s ok’ said Patrick ‘Of course there’s everything in the bathroom that you’ll need. Before you go, how long ago was your last dose of G? This was back with Ben and Mike?’ Christopher asked. ‘Maybe an hour and a half? Maybe even 2?’ ‘Yeah I think maybe you can wait a bit longer, maybe after you get out of the shower you can join us with a round.’ ‘Thank you Christopher, I would gladly take you up on that. It would be really fun doing it together.’ said Patrick. Christopher grabbed his bong, and the torch from the night stand and began heating up the glass. Little curls of smoke began to come out of the glass pipe hole, as the crystal melted by the heat and turned into vapor. The bubbles whirled as Christopher inhaled deeply and extensively. He held his breath with his eyes on Patrick, exhaling his cloud of chemicals directly at him. Realizing that maybe blowing the clouds directly in Patrick’s face wasn’t the most gentle, Christopher immediately apologized. ‘Sorry about that, I… I didn’t think to not blow that right into your face’ ‘No-no, actually that was kinda hot, I was ok with that.’ responded Patrick Patrick’s heart began to race, as he was suddenly feeling like he was dancing with the devil. He wanted to flirt with Christopher and for Christopher to bait him to try meth. ‘You can keep blowing clouds, I like watching you do it’ Patrick said. Christopher smiled, ‘Ok cool, I’m glad you’re ok with it Patrick.’ Christopher got to the side of the bed, got out what appeared to be a dime bag with the crystal shaped pieces and dust, and extracted some with a straw as a scooper. He narrowed down to the bowl to top it off with more shards, and relit. The crystals began to liquify and turn into a thick smoke. The bubbles gargled through, filling Christopher’s lungs full of the crystal meth, and out he blew, again towards Patrick. Patrick breathed in the thick air, and leaned in to kiss Christopher, wanting to get close to the clouds and inhale whatever he could. In turn, he began again to kiss Christopher, which he could taste a bitter flavor from the smoke. Their tongues danced and collided, and the heat from both their bodies coming together got them excited. Christopher broke the kissing to grab air. ‘You were curious about the smoke just now, weren’t you.’ asked Christopher. ‘Maybe’ replied Patrick. ‘Light another one.’ Patrick’s heart was rapidly beating, hearing his own words making Christopher push his own limits. In Patrick’s mind, he was ready to get converted into trying meth. He wanted to clear his mind on having to make a tough decision and to just let the desire take control like never before. He was ready to be carried away by the night and the approaching morning. Christopher lit the torch again, letting the crystals once again melt. The inhale of the vapor rushed into the bong, hitting Christopher, as he continued heating up all that meth. The torch went off, the bubbles subsided, starting that moment of pause for Christopher to let the clouds swirl in his lungs. Patrick was gonna make a go for a shotgun with Christopher. Patrick's eyes gazed into Christopher’s dark pupils, giving each other their full attention. Patrick and Christopher came together and locked lips. Christopher slowly breathed the chems into Patrick, filling him with his warm clouds of Miss Tina. The exchange was seductive, and Patrick was feeling the smoke envelope in his mouth, his throat, and his lungs…..

It had been a long time since I'd been out to a club in rubber. I'd promised myself not to drink quite so much this time around, so with that in mind I thought I'd pace myself in case anything untoward should happen. I suppose wearing a short rubber chapsuit with a rubber thong and waders was suggesting stuff I probably would be too scared to give in to, but here I now was. Trying to not get drunk. A guy I'd been chatting on and off with was there. He seemed to be getting involved with most of the other men, but soon came over to where I was standing and exchanged small talk. He was wearing a short rubber surf suit and looked fucking beautiful, but after we exchanged pleasantries, I let him go on his way, further back into the club. Another hour or so had passed, and there I was, making my way around the sex area. Half prick-tease and half nervous, but my cock had stirred enough to be in the mood to join an encounter, so I started to eye up what was on offer. There he was again. Standing there. Drinking. Watching the guys wander about. I thought I'd try and see if he fancied jacking off at least, so I ventured closer to him. "Alright mate, see anything you like the look of?" I wanted to say "yeah, you" but batted it away as a "Yeah, a few things hehe". A mate of surfsuit joined us, believing we were about to get into it. He knelt down behind me and started to lick my hole. His tongue with the strip of the thong combined made me feel a bit hot and so I reached in to kiss Surfsuit while this was going on. "Mmmm" Surfsuit said "Good kisser aren't ya?" I blushed and smiled inwardly and took a blast of his poppers. Inhaling as much as Surfsuit did. By this time we were starting to explore each other more and I started working his rubbered crotch. "Want that, do yer?" I could only nod through the popper haze. He turned me around and pulled his cock out and started to teased my tongued hole. He was muttering into my ear as he also reached around and felt my hardening cock. "Yeah, you'd be a good addition to the team". I had a vague idea what he meant, but by now was too poppered up to really indulge into further conversation. "Open that arse up for me boy, you're ready". Again, through the haze, this was incredibly hot, and so then I started pulling my cheeks open wider for him to enter. "Yeah, nice hole lad. Bit tight, but that'll change" Fuck me, he was turning me on. I bent over and allowed him entry. Only brief flashes of "What the fuck am I doing?" going through my head. He started building up a rhythm, and there was no way I could just walk off while he was in me like this. Right now. It was ecstasy. He started to go faster, as I felt our union. This was the sluttiest I think I'd ever felt, and I was falling under the spell. Surfsuit stopped suddenly, and whispered into my ear "You're a dirty little rubberpig aren't yer? You do know that all the rubberpigs that sit on my cock end up converted, don't you?" I was panicking now. The sweat gushing and my cock straining. I was in no position to suddenly destroy this moment. It felt somewhat real. Like a union I never was aware of. As Surfsuit sped up, I heard him grunt and my arse became the recipient for his load. Fucking with a condom was fine, but to feel this guy's load in my hole was too much. My cock strained harder as he whispered again to me "I've been saving that load all week since you mentioned that you might come here. I've had my sight set on breeding you up. You're one of us now, pig. A brother. Welcome. Rejoice in your new existence". Then Surfsuit pulled me back up and pushed me down onto my knees and presented his cock for me to clean. As I got down to it, devouring his meat, he unzipped his suit slightly and there was the biohazard tattoo. My cock could not have got any harder by now, as he held my head down. Bobbing up and down on his cock with the tatt almost hypnotising me. "Good lad" He said. "Right, let's see about where your last neg load should go. I suggest up here", as he turned around and unzipped at his arse. I was beyond help at this point. Adrenalin of the encounter rushing through me. Caught up in the rapture of the encounter. Soon I was spasming my neg seed into his arse. It felt like a union. A connection. A circle. In the moment, I went to kiss him. The two of us were in each other now, regardless. "Man, it feels good taking the last neg load of a rubberpig, putting him on the road to brotherhood", he said, with a grin. As it all dawned on me, I started to worry in my mind that I'd done something deeply insane, yet the bugdad/ brother chat had won me, and my cock, over. No going back now. After that night, we continued to chat on and off. I felt a bit more kinship growing in me, gradually as I started to fall ill, yet feel indescribably horny. When I said this to him, he responded "Excellent, it has begun". It felt like I was in a cocoon of painkillers and wooziness and with these hard ons. I started looking and cruising more 'needs discussion' guys online, as I felt a weird kind of kinship grow within me. A few weeks later I was back at the club. I'd got myself my own surfsuit outfit, and felt more at home in that environment then I ever had. As that night went on, I too had begun to fuck randomly, now not needing to worry. As the gentleman who went down on my cock started to struggle slightly as I unzipped my suit to reveal my new biohazard tattoo, I revelled in this twisted new power as I came into his mouth, and welcomed a new brother. It's what the brotherhood does.

My hands are trembling as I pack the pipe. Despite months, years of preparation, knowing I’m about to cross a line almost no one has the balls to cross has me shaking with anticipation. And lust. Pure, unbridled lust, flowing as freely as the precum slicking up my cock head. I know I told him I’d wait, but I can’t help it. I take a few hits off the pipe. My cock responds instantly, getting half-hard at the quality of the crystal, and the debauchery it will lead to. Debauchery. That’s a term of art if ever there was one. This is straight up depravity. I’m sprawled out on my bed, familydick video playing on the 90 inch high def television hanging on the opposite wall, Derek Allen is showing his “step”son how to fuck his gorgeous blond boyfriend proper. I’m taking a few casual hits, eyes darting between the porn and watching myself in the mirrors that flank either side of the bed, an infinite regress of daddy stud stroking his daddy stud cock. 9 inches reflecting back and forth, and back and forth, and back and forth. As turned on as I’m getting from the crystal, the porn, watching myself jack off, it’s nothing compared to what I know is coming just as soon as he emerges from the shower where he’s eagerly and methodically cleaning out his asshole. My son. My pride and joy. Varsity athlete. Honors scholar. Future Senator. Meth-crazed cumslut. Daddy’s little boy. I “officially” found out my boy was gay a few weeks after his 16th birthday, when I walked into the living room finding him holding his best friend’s hand, shaking, with tears streaming down his face. “Dad, there’s something I need to tell you. I’m gay.” I was so proud of him for choking out those words despite the existential dread gripping every fiber of his being. Fully anticipating the worst of all reactions from his upstanding, God fearing, patriotic Texan father, he readied himself for the end of his family, his home, every foundation of his existence. “Shit boy, I’ve known that since you were 13. How long did it take you to figure out you could use an incognito browser?” Relief, then astonishment washed over his face, only to be replaced by a sheepish grin as his best friend convulsed in loving, heartfelt laughter. “Have you figured out your old man sucks cock too?” The laughter stopped immediately, and after a second or two of silence, it resumed in the form of a few nervous chuckles. Is the old man fucking with me? I could read it on my boy’s face. Little did he know, I would be fucking with him, something I had decided shortly after he turned 15 and for which I spent the last 3 grueling years planning in meticulous detail. Camping trips with communal showers, increasingly explicit movies on saturday afternoons, shorter shorts exposing my hefty cock. Lighting his first joint. Cracking his first beer. Frank and franker conversations about the kinds of lube he used to jack off. “Accidentally” leaving the bedroom door open a crack when I’m fucking a trick, leaving the bathroom door open when I’m taking a piss, dropping my towel a little too soon after getting out of the shower. Every step brought him closer and closer to the moment two years ago when he pulled my shorts down, gasped at the heft and fucking beauty of my cock, lowered himself to his knees, and with a wonton lust he can’t possibly conceal, closes his eyes, opens his mouth and accepts, with a gratitude bordering on reverence, his daddy’s dick for the very first time. He turned 18 on November 08, 2022, and by 12:05 am, he was shaking from the most powerful orgasm either of us had ever experienced, as I shot rope after rope after rope of cum all over his beautiful face. I knew my boy wanted my dick, wanted my load. I didn’t realize how badly he craved it until the first volley of my nut landed on his face and triggered a hands-free geyser erupting from his equally ample, equally beautiful dick. I came a second time moments later when, as I stood there panting and sweating, he began scooping up our combined loads, and - never breaking eye contact with me - swallowed it all while humming “happy birthday” to himself. I hadn’t planned on fucking him just yet, I wanted this to be a marathon, not a sprint, but I was so turned on by my son embracing, reveling, wallowing in my daddy lust that I started getting hard again. Almost telepathically, my boy knew what was coming. He got on all fours, climbed onto my bed and pulled apart his ass cheeks. I’ve eaten a lot of ass, it’s one of my favorite things to do. Licking, caressing, making out with the bottom’s hole… I consider it one of the only ways a man can truly pleasure and be pleased by another man. (That and sucking his cock with the unbridled enthusiasm my son had just shown on mine). So when my son wordlessly pulled apart his ass cheeks, his hole already puckering, I knew I had to take my time and savor it, no matter how painful my erection was getting. My technique rarely fails to leave my bottom quivering and begging for my cock. My son was shaking, begging, crying for his daddy to give him all 9 inches. I get harder and harder remembering his whimpering, ‘please dad, please I can take it, I need your cock in me, I need your cum, I don’t care if it hurts, I WANT it to hurt, I just need your dick in me. Please daddy. PLEASE!’ They were the first words either of us had spoken since the clock struck midnight, my boy legally became a man, and his mouth and hole and entire body became devoted to my servicing my dick, slaking my lust, slurping my cum. I never could deny my boy something when he pleaded with me like that. So I lined up my cockhead with his hole, and I didn’t even have to push. He pulled me in him. He shuddered, came again when I bottomed out, my balls resting against his taint. I leaned forward, gave him a kiss on the head, and whispered in his ear “get ready.” And then I fucked him, hard, for the next three hours. Every single position, every single variation, from good old doggy style on my bed to pile driving him on the kitchen table, his back and ass being mashed into the birthday cake - Carrot cake with cream cheese frosting - until my legs literally buckled out from under me, and I collapsed from the exertion of devoting every ounce of my energy to fucking my son. Even then, he couldn’t leave my cock alone, and I both passed out and woke up to him worshiping it with his mouth. We fucked almost every day for the next eight months, until his acceptance to UCLA. When he applied as a junior, all he could think about was getting out of Texas, getting to LA, sucking surfer dick and fucking stoner ass. Those fantasies almost completely evaporated after that first night, and the nights after. By Christmas vacation, when he spent the entire two weeks completely naked, and covered in cum - his, mine, a few discrete friends I brought over on Christmas eve for my boy’s very first gangbang - thoughts of California were a memory so distant they could have been mistook for a dream. But I insisted. My boy is no slouch, and as much as I knew he wanted to devote his entire existence to pervy, incestuous escapades, I refused to let him waste his God given potential… Both in the classroom, and in the dorm room. As much as he hated the thought of leaving home, daddy cock, daddy cum and lots of it, I knew he’d be okay. And that faith in my boy was born out his very first night in Westwood, when I got a video of him flip fucking with a gorgeous stud who turned out to be the starting quarterback of the the Bruins football team. It was a performance I’d see repeated many, many times that first year, courtesy of the live webcam he set up for me to watch, in realtime, as he sucked and fucked his way across campus. I, of course, returned the favor, putting up cameras all over our house so he could follow my action as well. We developed this beautiful tradition - every friday night, we would time it so that we were both fucking at the same time. I always nutted just a little bit faster when I could see my boy, and by the end of his first year, we were cumming simultaneously almost every session. When he flew back after his first year, he wore the thinnest shorts he could possibly find, and his erection was painfully obvious as he walked right up to me and kissed me, hard, on the mouth. Normally, I’m pretty cautious, but I couldn’t help myself. As soon as I got him back to my truck, I bent him over the front seat and fucked him like his asshole owed me money. Three cars drove by while I was making my boy whimper and moan like the cheap whore I raised him to be. One of them was a sheriff trooper. My son has never made me prouder than when he looked the sheriff dead in the eye, and in between gasps from the relentless pounding I was giving his hole, said “your cock ain’t gonna suck itself mister, get that fucker over here before my daddy needs me to clean his dick off.” Most men would panic. Most men would be desperately trying to zip up their pants and fumble their way through a wildly unbelievable attempt to convince the deputy not to believe his lyin eyes. I just kept thrusting. My son just kept moaning. It was a siren song to the cop, who briefly wrestled with his conscience before doing a quick double take to check and see if anyone was looking before opening his door and revealing a beautiful, already hard and leaking 9 inch dick. He didn’t say a single word as he sauntered up to the other side of the truck, opened the door, and fed his cock to my son. I was alreay close to cumming, but I decided to edge myself in my boy’s hole until the Sheriff was close so that my boy could get loads on his face and in his ass at the same time - something he had grown particularly fond of, courtesy of all the frat boys he’d bring home after last call. The Sheriff, still somewhat disbelieving what was happening, nonetheless came within 3 minutes, blasting a huge load all over my boys face and hair, licking some of it off, and smearing the rest with his not-at-all deflating cock. My son, cocky little fucker that he is, just looked up and said “how about you escort us back to our house and we keep this party going.” That phrasing was the first indication that my boy was getting up to a little more than he was letting on. But I didn’t have time to question him further as the Sheriff leaned into his walkie-talkie and said “Dispatch, providing an escort to a soldier back from deployment, disregard the sirens.” We lived a nominal 60 minutes from the airport, but with the Sheriff’s kindness to a “returning soldier” we were home in 35 minutes. The Sheriff pulled into our garage so as not to disturb the neighbors, and somehow had completely disrobed en route, everything but the boot and the cowboy hat. He wordlessly bent my boy over the squad car as I sat on the nearby work bench and took in the sight of my boy’s hole being plowed, slowly and steadily, the Sheriff’s thick and veiny cock glistening with the cum I had already shot up my boy’s ass. The Sheriff fucked him for 2 hours before having to respond to a call of “shots fired.” "Shots fired all right, all over my fuckin face," was all my boy said. I love, love, LOVE how cocky my boy had become, how fucking brazen he could be. He was a big dicked cum slut stud, he knew it, and he knew everyone within his line of sight new it too. We spent that entire first summer sucking, fucking, eating ass, even fisting him once. I’d fall asleep with my cock in his ass every night, with him half-whispering, half-sighing “I love you daddy.” I’d usually be woken up a few hours later, as deep in a REM cycle, he was dream fucking himself, not even waking. And of course, as the sun broke over the horizon and shone clearly through east-facing floor-to-ceiling windows, I’d be roused by the sensations of him licking, kissing, and sucking my first load of the day. It was towards the end of the summer, as he was preparing to head back to California, when I found out Daddy’s perfect cum dumpster had set his sights… higher… I had to travel to San Antonio for a conference, and as much as I wanted to have him with me, I was giving the keynote speech and my sense of professionalism overrode the untrammeled lust that had consumed me ever since the first time I saw his web history and the tiny bit of boy cum crusted on the table all those years ago. He understood, although his disappointment was palpable. But I always encouraged him to have fun whenever, wherever and with whoever he wanted, and like a good father, I never once brought up the word condom. And from the videos I saw, he never gave it a thought. My boy only fucked raw. One of the many, many reasons I was so fuckin proud of him. The speech went off without a hitch, I received a couple of dozen new orders for the tech I was pitching, with enough of a profit margin to ensure that my boy could spend the rest of his life fucking his boy without ever worrying or wanting for money. Naturally, I didn’t want to miss the opportunity of having fun in a different city. And since I was feeling pretty bold, I decided this would be the rare night I’d get lit and fuck all night. I pulled up rent.men, found a stud whose page telegraphed meth whore, and booked him for the whole night. He had a perfect ass, a 10 inch dick and a smile that could light up Dallas. His soft blond hair contrasted perfectly with the hard, clearly roided out pecs, abs and biceps he not-so-subtly wanted me to worship. I asked if we could film, a keepsake for the boy. Rentman insisted. I got him on his side, with his knees pulled up like he was being fucked doggy style. It’s my favorite position, gives me perfect access to his prostate with the upward and slightly left leaning curve of my dick. I never broke eye contact as I pushed in, not even as I lit the bong and the torch and gave him several shotguns. He was flying, I was flying higher, and after 40 minutes, he had to tap out. I went to take a piss while he rested, absent-mindedly watching the porn and stroking his cock to the amateur videos my son had so thoughtfully provided on an external harddrive he slipped in my satchel bag right as I was heading out the door. I was watching myself take a hands-free piss in the mirror, getting hard watching my cock and debating on whether or not I should ask him if he pointed. I was just about to flush when rentman made my dreams come true, saying “oh hey wait I know this kid, I got lit and fucked him when I was in LA last spring.” I love my boy.

Curiosity got me one day. He made it very available. DoubleList ads were constantly up asking for raw loads form big hung black dicks. One pic after another of him gaped or getting fucked raw by bbc. I texted “sup” with a pic of my dick, semi flaccid. I have a fat 10 inches on a skinny body. He responded promptly and we made arrangements with no small talk. Soon after, I was en route to ass-pound a stranger who was experienced af with hung jocks. I enter his room to find him ass-up, waiting, twerking. Clean, lubed-up and well-prepared, he was a perfect host. He’s a chub with plump cheeks. Room was clean, and neat; wipes, condoms, and lube were available at the bedside. Power bottoms like this are an answered wish. I was conscious about all the dudes he had received before me. This was only my second encounter with a man. So soon as I dipped in, I did my best to murder it in a way I might be remembered. Launching long, accurate, world-rocking backshots, cheek-smashing haymakers, and punishing knockout strokes from behind, before climbing up on top to piledrive a 5-day-load in deep. I lasted maybe 15 minutes. Afterward he seemed impressed, but also surprised. He asked for permission to record the next time for OF, and said the pics that I’d send did me no justice. I guess I’m just bigger in person. Another bootycall in my area; Another romantic encounter, as long as you think mean, raw, big dick breeding is as romantic as I do. Now I regularly load him up enjoying the knowledge that I’m his rudest, meanest fuck ever, as much as I enjoy the comments from viewers of his posts on pornhub and the like.

I can agree with that....to an extent. I would think, since you're an attractive guy and of a different skin color, guys would come flocking. I know I would, being different in a crowd of men I find a turn-on. But that's me, you know your city, and what the people are like. If I go to an organized event, say at someone's home, I sometimes reach out to the host and ask who is coming, It gives me an idea as to what the demographic breakdown in. I don't really mind what the ration of white to black, to latino to asian, really is. Though sometimes it is nice to get a "heads up" that someone attending may not be someone I am particularly fond on. By checking in advances as to who is attending, it has prevented me from being in some awkward situations. I do understand what you are saying.......

Nice to see this story gets read occasionally. It's pretty hot, ain't it? 😀

I think its one of those things when you're taught to fear something it just makes you more intrigued. I've long been warned by my parents and grandparents to steer clear of Anglos and that Anglos are trouble, especially rednecks and that they will beat up and kill Mexican kids like me (even though I'm a 5th generation Texan). All it did was make me more intrigued about redneck guys. We didn't have a lot of Anglos at my school but I did like watching them get naked for PE class and eyeballing them in the showers. I'd google for pictures of naked redneck guys and would jerk off to those picture like crazy, fantasizing about them fucking me. I started doing hookups while Craigslist was still around and hooked up with a redneck guy and let him breed me raw...was the hottest sex I'd had up until that point. It was all I could fantasize about. Part of me wanted them to call me racist names while they were fucking me. Even now trashy redneck guys move to the front of the line over way more attractive non-threatening guys. And I've been beaten up by some white trash guys and had close calls, but still keep going back for more.

Totally will turn down a guy who insists on wrapping. I can find guys who won't. fuck them!

I am sure I have more than this, but here goes #1 I was 21 in college had just got my cock sucked for the first time a couple weeks before. I always thought i was the suckee not the sucker. That was until I met him...Jamal. A 19 yo, bbc, stud, good looking, hung, 8 inches, cocky. I stood next to him at the urinal. I could tell he was pulling on his cock. I looked over and he caught me staring. /he stepped back from the urinal to give me a better look...a bold move. I did the same. I was instantly hard. He put his hand on my shoulder and with barely any direction. I sank to my knees and he fed me my first cock. when i was done. He slipped me his name and number told em to call him soon. Needless to say, I was hooked. I sucked another bbc to completion in a stall got his name and number then ran down to meet my girlfriend. I was back every day. #2 nameless and faceless but I was xmas shopping with my mom, we were heading to the car when nature called. We were walking right by a cruisy restroom in JC Penny. I told her to go on to the car. I'd only be a few minutes. I took the only open stall, sat down did my business (i really had to go), but i tapped my foot anyway thought i get some head. What i got was a huge 9inch monster sliding though a gloryhole. I swallowed as much as I could and sucked him off the best i could. I was soon rewarded with a mouthful of gooey cum. Why is this cock so significant? I sucked one while my mom waited for me in the car. I thought i'd never do that //3 I took a few years off got married (fool). I thought I was straight. I got cruising around online and met Jesse, he was about 15 years older, 8inches hung, and we met to swap bj's. Well, until he showed me that huge cock of his. I was on my knees so fast. I came sucking him off. He told me that anytime his car was in the dirvie I could stop by...I ddi12 out of the next 14 days. By day 14 he was barebacking my virgin married ass. I never looked back and how I am not pozzed is beyond me Joey

I should have mentioned before that my previous attempts of sex stories here on BZ were always little bit spiced up. All was based on reality, but it always included lots of fictional elements. I believe that it did not work well after all, but never mind 🙂 But this story is different. All within "JUST A SLUT" is 100% real and this thread can be considered as almost real-time chronicles of how I finally accepted myself as a cumdump whore. I AM JUST A SLUT! PART TWO Little did I know around 8PM that within a minutes, my pussy will start having an itch. Somehow, no matter how hermit-like did I felt entire day, my hole just started screaming for dicks. I knew that I need more than one for sure. Over the course of 10 minutes, I turned from hermit to the nasty horny cunt. I did not even consider buying condom when I promptly decided to go visit the nearest cruising place. Just had a shower and in half an hour, I was on my way there. As it is no longer than 25 minutes walk, I decided to walk there. I expected to start having some second thoughts on my this while I walk, but no second thoughts came. It was exact opposite. Just as I started walking, my mind went into sort of weird daze or trance...wanting nothing else than bare dicks. I basically remember nothing from the trip. One minute I was in front of my house and the other minute I was entering the dark park, with itch so strong that I think I never had such itch before...and I was never innocent kind of guy! And this is when things started unfolding rapidly. Less than fifty meters of walking through the park, suddenly two guys appeared in front of me, visibly looking for some sex. I said Hello...it turned out that both guys are Ukranian refugees and could barely speak my language, but it was clear that we all wanted the same. None of them was good looking at all, I think majority of gays would even consider them ugly. But that was so hot for me! I came to understanding that as a cumdump, I should only care about the cocks and not the looks. I am not a size queen, but I have no trouble admiting that dick of less than 15/4 is no fun for me. Interestingly, huge cocks never hurt me (except for the very first time with huge cock when I was 17, but that was rapid switch from 15/4 cm which I was used to to 22/7 cm king size dick - and three more fucks with him that night prove that it was just a first-time pain 😄) while I experienced lots of discomfort with smaller ones in the past. Odd. Anyway, we dipped into a nearby bushes and started making out. It was hot to have two guys right at the beginning of an adventure. I thought that one of them is going to be bottom or vers, but that was another thing where I was mistaken! These two guys turned out not to be a pair, but just two top buddies who want some bottom to share…I was glad to help. We started with me kneeling and sucking their cocks for some time. I was enjoying switching from one to another, licking both at the same time and trying to have both of them deep in my mouth at the same time. They did not have so long dicks, but one of them was thicker whick made the task challenging, but not impossible. Suddenly. the taller of the guys stepped aside and then made a few steps to get behind me. He leaned down to me and stuck two fingers to my pussy using just a little saliva. As he had his figners in me, he suddenly used them as a kind of hook and with those two fingers in my pussy, he pulled me upwards to standing position, while forcing me to bend with the second hand to ensure that I keep on sucking his pal. As soon as he pulled me up, the fingers disappeared from my pussy, only to be quickly replaced by his nice dick. He started fucking my pussy hard and I loved it. It was so hot to try to be as best whore as possible and provide the best service on both front and back end. I slipped in a total whore mood so easily that at that point I knew that this is what I was born for, and the slut mindset that I have is telling me that nobody should feel disadvantaged while using me. Every guy deserves the best ride I could provide. He was fucking me for like 5 minutes when they decided to switch. A real spitroast by two Ukranian refugees have just started...just like that, in public park...the bushes we were in were not even 100% dark...any passers-by on the nearby path could see us. I have no idea If any came through though, as for next 30 minutes or so, I have been fucked hard from both ends and all I thought was to have these two guys totally satisfied. Actually, I was enjoying it so much that it all felt like 10 minutes of fun...only then upon looking at the cell phone I noticed that we spend quite a lot of time there. My pussy felt great entire time, and my mouth was busy sucking either one or second refugee. I really lost the sense of time and surroundings. When the first guy shot his load in me, I had mixed feelings...one one hand, I was so happy for the load and the feel of it inside me made me feel proud. On the other hand, I was little sorry that now just one more of the pair will shoot and it’s done. And as I feared, it only took two or three more minutes to get the second guy’s load...but after all, I did not feel so sorry when he did so, as it was a really huge load. My ass felt totally full of cum after fucking with these two random guys. As soon as the secong guy slipped out of my pussy, they abruptly walked away and left me there standing with my leaky hole, which felt great in a light breeze which was occuring that day. I knew that this was not enough though. My pussy screamed for more dicks. I had to go on cruising. It was fun walking around the park with such nicely wet hole. I stumbled upon another guy in really short time. As he saw me walking to him, he stepped aside to the nearest bush with a clear hint that I should follow, so I did. When I stepped into the bushes, he was standing there with his shirt wide open, showing extremely big and beautiful nipples. From his gestures it was clear that his only intention is to have his nipples sucked and bitten while he wanks his dick. As much as I wanted another dick in my pussy, my mind is wicked enough to understand that his orgasm relied on me, so I gladly went on the job. I think I never saw such huge and hard nipples as his. It was hot to suck one them, and after some sucking, I always tend to bite the nipples a bit, so I followed this routine on this guy, too. Upon first bite, it was clear that this guy needs slightly more biting. Let’s just call it significantly more 🙂 His grunts were getting me really horny, and each my bite was harder than the one before. The guy loved it. He was grunting, he was shaking, his begging for more was basically screaming. We must have been heard all over the park. Apparently I did a good job, as after only 7 minutes or so, his cock suddenly started shooting ropes of cum all over the place. I was disappointed that he doesn’t want me to eat his load, but then I noticed the wedding ring...apparently he only needed somebody to torture his nipples, not minding the gender. I find such guys hot. The guy said „Thank you!“ and it really felt that he is grateful. I felt proud again and smiled at him. He then left and upon looking what time is it, I had to face a harsh decision at this moment – should I go home as quite a lot of work is expecting me the other day or should I keep cruising for cocks? Lots of logical reasons for going back home were popping up inside my head. But feeling the itch in my pussy made be quickly brush off all these reasons and go on crusing for another load. Just two or three bushes away, I noticed a slight movement, but upon hazing there, I saw nothing and heard no noises. I was thinking that maybe it was just some bird or so, but still I decided to peek deeper into the bushes to check. There was this little guy standing in dark, wearing black from head to toe. He was really small, he could have been like 140cm tall...at first I even thought that it is some kid. As I neared the guy, he took my hand and put it in his open crotch, where a half hard dick was already waiting. I felt the dick in my hand and started wanking, and very quickly it turned out that while the nature did not give this guy lots of a heigth, she compensated for it in another department. The guy had nice cut cock around 18 cm, not too thin but not too thick. Just the good size. I wasted no time kneeling and sucking on it, but this guys did not allow me to lots of a sucking...after just around a minute, he forced me to stand up and turned around. I then had to partially squat to allow him to enter my ass, but it felt great. He entered me very quickly balls deep and started to heavy-fuck me right from the beginning. I was there, thinking how slutty it is, and felt so proud and happy to be such slut. I loved the feeling of providing my ass to weirdos that I know nothing about, don’t know their status or even name. I knew that another load is waiting to shot inside me and that made the fucking feel awesome. His dick was sliding in and out of my sloppy pussy and both the guy and me were grunting with lust. After around 15 minutes, the guy just made one big grunt and upon that, I felt the warm new load deep inside my pussy. He must have been even heavier shooter than the second refugee guy. When he slipped his cock out of me, I felt quite a lot of cum leaking from my hole, so I quickly tightened my pussy hard to keep as much cum inside as possible. After that, I walked around the park two more times to see If there’s another guy to fuck with, but no luck, and the best that I could do was to walk back home to get at least some sleep before getting-up to work. As I was walking, my pussy felt great. She could take more, but she was somehow satisfied at this point. Just when I was in front of the house where I live, I realized that I did not shoot my load yet. It made me horny again, but it was time to sleep, so while I was travelling in elevator, I thought that I’ll just quickly wank and go sleep. And that was the last thing that night where I was wrong! As soon as I entered the door, my slutty mind overtook again and instead of just wanking, I practically ran in trance to the drawer where I store my XL dildo. It had to came in right there, while I was still standing in front of a drawer. I could not stop. The feel of dildoing my sloppy hole was amazing and the harded I dildoed myself, the harder I needed it. I spent another hour having no mercy with my own pussy and only after that I could shoot my load. I was maybe 18 when I last time had load this big. It was flowing everywhere around me, on my face, behind me on the wall, on the ground...it was everywhere! I kept the dildo inside me balls deep and decided to sleep like that. TO BE CONTINUED.

UPDATE: I've hooked up with this guy twice since then and he's stopped asking about condoms and just takes me raw, letting me unload inside him. We've done it a couple times at IKEA and I told him where I work and we hook up in the bathroom on an empty floor in the building I work in. Still no idea what he's all about (gay, bi, straight...BF, GF, solo flier). I do at least know his name now (Cade). It sucks he's up in Frisco as I don't live nearby and he's usually free at night.

Its simple. Men and women are wired differently, esp in the way we view sex. They say prostitution is the oldest profession...and thats for a reason. Men are wired to separate sex from emotions. We can fuck each other with no questions asked. That's the reason why cruising, saunas and bathouses exist. For men, its a need. Simple. Women in most cases cannot separate emotions from sex. Men can easily fuck and forget. Most women cannot.

Fuck yeah, that is the point. I have used one a couple times and plan it more in the future.

It doesn't happen often but having been bi and now gay, it's a rush to take an inexperienced married guy and make him appreciate not just sucking his cock better than his wife, but feeling him sink in and enjoy being a cocksucker. That first few times when you tell him to drop to his knees and suck. Invariably they start slow but when you feel them truly start to take it in and enjoy being submissive to cock - it's a rush to know pretty much they aren't ever going to stop and will from that point on start to crave cock more and more until it becomes second nature. Everyone should suck cock, or at least try. Once bitten.... 😉

This part is true how I got the most amazing gift ever Hey my name is Travis and here is my story It is estimated that I got it in ‘99-2000. I did not find out until July 2010 and I had been sick for several months with various things and finally got tested. When I say that it’s estimated, it is because when I was hospitalized for a couple weeks, the infectious disease doctor said that I must have had it for at least a decade and she hadn’t seen anyone as sick as me from AIDS in a long time. Also, the timing reference matches up bc I came out/started going to gay bars in sept/Oct ‘99. The first night I went to a gay bar I also went to a bathhouse. I would frequent both multiple nights per week for several years and I would let anyone cum in me. I didn’t know the term bug chaser back then but I would seek out the daddies with the wasting look bc I found them hot. Remember back then there was no prep and it was a very different time. Guys still were going through it with hiv and also there were a lot more daddies who took it we’re still taking roids as a sort of treatment If I had to narrow it down to “who” it would be at least a few hundred men any of which could have pozzed me. And I love that I’m such a slut from the minute I came out that I have no idea, to be honest. Only reason I’d ever want to know who would be to jerk off to it and if they are still living, thank them and have sex with them again But sometimes (I didn’t have the balls I do now back then lol) I’d get the courage at sex parties (I liked to show off even then) to beg daddies for their AIDS while they fucked me I’m sure I’ve passed it along. Not intentionally. I like the guys who make it clear they want it. But back then no prep and having it unknowingly for certain for so long, there’s no way I didn’t. I felt like “well, no surprise” when my doctor told me but I felt like I had to shed a tear or two bc I would’ve looked weird if I didn’t. If that makes sense but deep inside I couldn't be happier.

I'm married but getting bent over and pumped hard by my older daddy is soo good....no need for foreplay etc just get his dick in me and let him go balls deep. I have a long term friend who I have been meeting again and we started due to being away from home and horny (and drunk). It's less risky than meeting strangers and meeting up often isn't unusual.

My twink then said “wow, this has made me so horny, so what happens now? If I go back to doggy with my ass in the air do you think I’ll get a strangers load in me?”. I laughed and said “try it lad and find out as long as you know there will be some real dirty loads out there!”. At this he just let out a little bark of excitement like a little pup and proudly displayed his smooth twinky ass in the air – “I’m taking all loads tonight!”. The old guy who had been watching asked “all loads?” and my twinky friend replied “all loads daddy, breed me up”. He was stick thin but hung like a horse. He rubbed his cock along the twinks hole and started to push his hard horse cock in. My twink said “wait” and put his hand back feeling the cock lining up with his hole “few, it’s raw, on you go daddy”. My cum let him slide easily into the twink, the old guy laughed and said “off course its raw – I need to breed twinks like you – you pretend not to like us old guys then you beg for my poz cock”. The twink maneuvered with flexibility to get the old guy on his back without his cock leaving the twinks hole. The old guy moaned and my twink leant over and kissed him passionately and started to ride the old dudes pole. Eventually the twink moaned “cum in me daddy, shoot your poz cum in me”. I could actually see the old guys cock swell then he growled and spurted what looked like a huge load into my twinks ass. There was a small crowd behind us and they actually cheered.

Like most "rules" these need to be taken with a grain (or shaker) of salt. They may be *this* top's rules but I can assure you they aren't agreed upon by all tops, nor should any bottom feel at all negatively if he fails to "live up" to one top's preferences. "Ten things I insist on from bottoms who I'm lucky enough to get to use" might be a better title for the list.

I was 8 years old… it was my best friend’s father. He was in his mid 30s. Lasted for three years until they moved away.

Had a dude on sniffies last week tell me he wantedbto come over a breed me. My profile says into bareback only. He then goes on to ask if I'll use a condom. He then went on to lecture me about how I need to be safe, that theres a stds going around and all that. Im like "dude, thats not what breeding is" lol appreciated his concern and he was hot as hell. But blocked him. I would consider it if he left me the condom after. But the lecture was a mood kill

I am so aware of my hole now. I lay in bed and bring my knees up and it's an obvious space aching to be filled. Is this how women feel? It suddenly seems like the centre of my existence... and it's empty!

Repair Job Part 8 He woke laying on his back on a large bed. The side wall focused into a giant bubbling aquarium filled with plants, colorful fish and a sunken castle. The opposite wardrobe-wall mirrored the aquarium and windows beyond. Above the head of the bed hung a photo of a muscular nude man. Very well hung, too, hard and ready. It was captioned, "Breakfast." He could certainly use some. A hand touched his penis. It throbbed and bounced. "Hey there!" Cheerful young voice. His focus shifted down. He felt warm, wet lips then the suction. Moaning, all he could comprehend was the rich crimson hair bobbing over his quivering loins. It felt wonderful. "What are you doing?" He gulped air and pushed up. His cock surged deep. His naked body quickly tensed. She choked then sucked hard. Her free hand fondled his balls, almost rolling them and a finger probed between his taught cheeks. His balls still felt hot and he still felt ready, fully charged. He heard, "Mmmm..." then a smack and a pop. Matchstick raised her smile. Green eyes with green lids gleamed at him through hanging red strands. "Don't worry," she giggled. "The satyriasis is not permanent. You've been out for three hours." Snickered. "Evan asked me to look after you. I got you off twice already, swallowed every drop, and you're still hard. Oh, wow!" She went down on him again and sucked hard causing him to tingle and shake. "How did I do all that? What is that stuff? Where are we? How did I get here?" "Something the boys at the uni lab have been working on for awhile. Everlust promotes extremely rapid semen production and a huge testosterone surge. I bet your balls feel as if they're on fire." Her sliding hand felt like magic and her beaming face looked beautiful. "Yeah, but all I want to do is fuck." He reached for her body. She snuggled upwards, pulled his penis against her naked thighs. He reached around and hugged her thin body against his. She said, "It fiddles with your testosterone, dopamine and other sexually related hormones." She stroked his ruffled hair. "The alprostadil keeps your dick hard as a rock." Her hand stroked his throbbing cock. "Right," she suddenly said. "Enough of this shit. I wanta fuck!" She rolled on top, legs, spread, reached behind, and guided his cock straight into her welcoming, warm anus. She settled with a sigh and looked down on her bewildered but pleased conquest. "Sometimes it gets so bad I can't do anything else until I have fucked someone." She began to move back and forth. "Or two or three someones before I've had enough. Sometimes more. I really need to fuck now." Her own small balls rubbed against his pubis. "What, the orgy wasn't enough?" "Way past that. I have you now!" He took her flopping penis in his fingers and felt it suddenly swell. He slipped the pliant foreskin back and forth as the fleshy knob expanded. Thin ginger hair curled above his manipulating fingers. "That's so fuckin' good," she moaned, and began to slide his cock within her lubed sissycunt. Grabbing her legs, he pushed up. Laughing, Matchstick almost toppled off, but scrambled back, impaling him deeper. "Come on," she urged, grinding, "breed me. Fill me. Fuck me. Use me!" She fell onto his chest, her small breasts mashing against his sensitive nipples. Her hair fell around is face as she kissed him and her snaky tongue probed his. All he could think about was fucking and cumming. He grabbed her hips and thrust hard, machine-gunning into her light shaking body. Her continuous moan filled his ears. "I'm...I'm... Oh, fuck, I'm going to cum! You know where to hit it!" Dan drilled and pumped up and Matchstick suddenly yelled loud. Her entire body squirmed and literally shook as a strong prostate orgasm claimed her entire being. She fell on him but he continued to pump until he thrust up hard and released shot after hot shot. Eyes wide, she could not believe he didn't stop immediately but kept pushing and squirting over a dozen times until, panting hard, he reluctantly released her. Laughing, she pulled off him and slunk between his legs. On her knees, placing her hands on his chest, she used her bony hips to push his thighs up and apart. He grunted as he felt her hard cock spear. It had swollen much larger and felt deep enough and hard enough. He clenched his ass and she laughed and pushed against his legs, trying to dig as deep as she could. Her cock felt extremely good buried inside him. "Gunna fuck you now," she virtually hissed. "I love fucking. I love to be fucked. I love it all!" Taking his legs in her hands, folding him back, Matchstick didn't waste time and pumped quickly. But in only a few joyous minutes she slowed. Smiling, she withdrew. He knew she had not cum. Seemingly exhausted, the bright red haired nymph fell onto him then rolled onto his side. He was still Everlust hard and ready. How long would it last? At least he was no longer a mindless fucking machine but he seemed to have endless stamina. He reached but she twisted away and stood next to the bed. Crimson hair hung past shoulders to hips, almost covering small breasts with tiny hard nipples. Freckles mottled her pale skin. A mix of feminine and twink she looked utterly desirable. She bit her finger like a naughty kid. He said, "What happened at the end? They left me there. I couldn't stop myself. And then someone ... no ... two someones, and then, I can't remember. Was I used by someone else? Others?" "You couldn't stop and Evan and Xanthe were trying to help. Almost everyone had left but Evan found me." Her hand drifted down and she began to tug as if it was a completely normal thing to do while conversing. Dan nodded. Her attitude appealed. "So that wasn't you at the end?" "At the end? When I found you, you were out of it. Xanthe was with you, stroking your body and sucking your cock. I actually saw tears, and that's like...well, I've never seen her like that. And Evan was bloody worried, I can tell you that. You were groggy and we stumbled you out. Wasn't easy getting you into your car." "Where are we?" "My flat." "Look, I'm still bloody hard. How about we deal with this?" he said, reaching, pulling, trying to lighten the mood, still feeling the song of Everlust throb his veins. "I'd love to fuck again but I have a class in an hour." He jumped off the bed and followed her. "Evan said I should hire you." "She did? Great! I know what you do. I'm a really good coder and I can do web page layouts. No worries, I'll work for you, but I get to play with you and all your employees whenever I want." "What, two or three times a day?" "At least. That's my condition. Oh, and I don't come cheap, either. This flat? Boeing paid for it." "Are you going to charge me a commission every time you breed one of my employees or me? I'll go broke in a month!" "Easily, and they'll be breeding me, too. Even the women. Tell you what, this is the weirdest job interview I've ever had. And the best!" Grinning, she guided him around the aquarium wall, past a kitchen counter into the open-plan lounge area. The far wall was nothing but floor-to-ceiling windows overlooking a leafy courtyard. Her flat appeared to be a single large room, kitchen and dining to their right, lounge and study areas left, bedroom at back behind the aquarium wall. No door other than a wardrobe and en-suite. Shelving helter-skeltered with books and models of rockets and spacecraft. Photos of real planetary landscapes. A superb painting of an old-fashioned spaceship on the surface of an orange dusty Mars lined a top shelf and wall. Astronauts on airless Mimas wormed beneath huge yellow Saturn. Potted palms framed the desk. A leather lounge chair overflowed jacktaw with paperback books. A big blue couch angled like a boomerang. The floor seemed to be genuine expensive oak hardwood, stained dark, Glitsa polished slick, without a covering carpet. His body instantly surged, his eyes soaked in her lanky beauty and his mind thanked his good fortune. He forgot what he was about to say. All he could think about was driving his cock into her tight ass again, which swayed right there before him. Almost mesmerized, he lunged. He pushed her over the back of the boomerang shaped couch, spread her legs, held her neck down and thrust in quickly and deep, just like he enjoyed men doing to him. "Oh, fuck, yes! Do me! Do me! Do me!" Her fist pounded the couch as he pumped. Every tight muscle in his body strained and bulged. His cock became the center of his entire world as he plunged hard and deep, over and over, forcing Matchstick's whole body to shake and her vocal breaths loud. "I love it! Fuck me hard! Harder! Pound the shit out of meee!" He reached around and grabbed her dick, pulling it, feeling it swell. "Good," he said, "shows me you like it!" He squeezed her cock and jammed with more strength than he could remember, on and on, until he roared and pushed and unloaded several thick shots again. He used her body at his whim, exactly the way she wanted. When he finished, Dan just kept leaning over the panting waif, his body pressing her against the back of the couch, his hand continually massaging her relentless hard-on, his other hand clutching a breast, massaging the nipple so she kept squirming. He was not going to let her off lightly. Panting, Matchstick levered herself up, spun around, snaked her arms around his neck and kissed him deeply. Her hard penis rubbed against his. "Do that to me every day and I'll work for you for free." She stepped back. "Do you know why I'm called Matchstick?" "Fire-engine red hair?" She pressed hard against his hand. "When you rub me, I burn flaming hot. The red hair came after I got my name. Rub me, sir. Make me flame, honey. Make me burn white hot!" She squirmed against him with passionate desire and began to kiss him while rubbing herself against his cock, thrusting gently but urgently. Demanding tongue licked his lips, pushed between his teeth and romantically rubbed his own tongue. He suddenly lifted her and sat her on the edge of the couch. He turned around. Her thighs wide, he backed up. Her legs lifted to his hips, wrapped, and pulled. Her cock entered him. She clutched his body while he shoved himself back and forth, feeling her slide inside, his own cock flopping, begging for more. He felt her teeth on his neck and her hot breath and licking tongue. "Oh, yeah! Oh, yeah! Oh, yeah!" She held him tight when she came. When he stepped forward, she hopped off the couch. She still looked inviting, even with a wilting dick and cum trickling down an inner thigh. "Tease," he chided. "That was so good. I feel great! But I really have to go, now." He took her in his arms and they kissed. She spun away, twirled. "Your clothes are over there. Your car is in the car park in the basement. Keys are with your clothes." Completely nude, she scampered toward the side, toward the door out of the flat. "You can stay if you want. Go ahead and jerk off. There's plenty of porn on my PC. Leave your cum in a glass and I'll have it later." She waved, collected a pair of knee-high red boots, short loose skirt, red t-shirt, and disappeared into the morning. Dan had a vision of Matchstick in class wearing only the sexy boots, constantly wanking herself, and teasing everyone, especially the lecturer. He wouldn't put it past her. He grasped his cock and wondered if and when it might subside. Oh, well, best make the most of the opportunity. He went to the kitchen, fetched a tumbler, hopped back to her desk, turned on the desktop computer and began to pump. The bootup was fast. It was clearly a speedy, capable machine, with a glowing blue liquid cooling pump. He was fast, too, every time. He left her a nice present. (Author's note: I love hearing from readers. Your erotic slutty words can get me off, too. What's next?)

I'm not keeping track but if I am at an orgy I want to get my cock in every hole and every cock in my hole. After my sexcation in July I'm sure the total is in 3 digits and that I've topped at least twice as many guys as I've bottomed for.

On the 1st day of college, I, Brock Grant bumped into this goddess named Maria. We challenged each other and became each other’s rock throughout college. Things were great until graduation night when she introduced me to meth. It didn’t take long for me to become addicted. Maria had enough and broke up with me. I checked myself into rehab and by the time I got out, I realized that I was gay. I began dating Charlie and things were amazing for the first 9 months, I came to the realization that I needed to be pozzed. Believe it or not, Charlie was supportive of it and he recommended that we have an open relationship. I started sleeping around with new partners each week. However, I was unlucky and never got the bug. I don’t know how, but I was convinced to go on PrEP. Actually, once Charlie got infected, he asked me to go on PrEP. I finally convinced myself I wasn’t ready to get HIV. It was the best of both worlds as I enjoyed the sex, and I was still protected. I started using meth again and I was lucky that I wasn’t addicted. I was able to use it only twice a month. 2 years later, I find out that Charlie hasn’t been taking his meds and that he has 6 months left to live. Once he passed away, I decided I was done with meth, and it was my turn to become poz. I began sporadically taking PrEP as I made it look like I was taking it every day. In reality, I was only taking it on Mondays, Wednesdays, and Saturdays. I was stupid enough to post messages on social media saying that I was ready for the bug. I made it my mission to find men who were HIV +. Yet, I was still negative as it turns out that all the guys were undetectable. I truly had no clue what detectable or what undetectable meant. I only found out what that meant when I asked someone how a slut like me was still negative. Suddenly, I started dating Chad who was detectable. For some weird reason, he would only sleep with me if I agreed to use condom every time that I had sex. I must have really loved him and myself because for the next 2 years, I always used a condom. That is until I became smart or reckless again…..

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Part 27 As I felt Kevin begin moving his cock in and out of my eager hole I was swept up in the sensations I was feeling in my well-fucked cum-soaked cheating hole. I realized his dick felt just as good or better now as it did when he had fucked me the first time. Only this time, I thought, it was all so much hotter because now I knew he was poz and I couldn't believe how much that turned me on. I wanted and needed to let him know. Arching my back I slammed my ass back hard toward him and began spewing filthy sexy words out of my mouth to let him know what I was craving. “Oh fuck yeah, Kevin! Do it stud! Fuck my cheating married daddy ass with your hard raw dick! Your POZ dick! I want your toxic cum filling up my fuckhole again like you did at the park! Oh gawd please man I need it! Please give it to me!” There were no walls left to come down, there was no resistance. I wanted raw man sex with the fuck smoke and all the poz cocks and cum loads these hellish animals had to give me. I heard Kevin chuckle hoarsely even as he gripped my hips tighter and increased the power of his fuck-strokes. “Like father like son,” he laughed lewdly. “You and your son are both the same. Both addicted to the fuck smoke and to having your manholes fucked with raw dick and filled with viral dirty poz cum! You can't get enough can you? Neither one of you?” he asked slamming hard against my ass making me gasp. “No. You're right,” I managed to croak out. “Can't get enough. It all feels so good. So wrong but so wildly hot and fucking perfect!” Kevin leaned down over my back as he continued drilling my surrendered hole and whispered in my ear. “You know what I'm going to do in just a moment or two? I'm gonna blast another load of my tainted spunk inside you so you'll feel it fresh and warm in your ass while you fuck your own son with your cock, Justin. Feeling your ass full of poz cum while you bury your daddy cock in your own son's tight ass full of poz cum just like yours!” He grunted, slapped my ass hard and continued, “Is that what you want buddy? Does that sound like what you need you hot fucker?!” Unable to think of anything else I yelled out, “Hell fucking yes!! I want to incest fuck my baby boy and give him my cum while your poz cum is soaking into my own ass walls!” There was no shame or guilt as I heard myself saying these things to Kevin. There was only the deliciously hot hunger and expectation of burying my cock as deep as possible in my handsome young son's already cum-filled hole and adding my own load to the two I had witnessed him taking already tonight. While my own ass had four loads of poz cum in it...it'd be four once Kevin gave me the one he was close to delivering. “Fucking breed me, Kevin!” I practically screamed, not concerned if Jeremy might hear my voice or not. At that moment the only thing I cared about was having this hairy big-dicked stud blast another load of his HIV-positive cum deep inside my guts. I needed it more than I'd ever needed anything else and I could tell Kevin was close from the noises he was making as he pounded me harder and harder. “You are the hottest neg ass I've ever fucked!” he growled from deep in his throat. “You gave in so easy you hot fucker! Gonna make you poz real soon just like me and Drew and Ryan are poz. Just like we're gonna make your son poz too!” he grunted darkly. That did it for me. There was no turning back (if there ever had been). I wanted to be poz. And I wanted Jeremy to be poz too! “Here it cums man!” Kevin cried out. “Giving you another load of my toxic cum in your cheating married addicted ass!” And as he slammed into me one more time I began pleading with him, “Poz me! Oh gawd yes stud, fucking poz me, please!!” And I felt his cock spasming inside my chute, spewing more of his venom deep inside me where I craved it. Breathing heavy with my face pressed against the bed I heard Kevin finally say, “Look at the screen, Justin.” I slowly raised my head and opened my eyes. On the screen in front of us I saw Jeremy wide-eyed and stroking his hard thick cock. The beating of my heart in my ears finally cleared enough to hear what was being said. “Holy fuck!” Jeremy was saying, grinning in erotic excitement. “Sounds like Daddy Kevin and his friend are fucking like crazy!” In my mind I realized that apparently Jeremy had not recognized my voice. Probably because he'd never heard his father screaming like that! Drew slid a finger between Jeremy's legs and Jeremy's face and moan made it obvious Drew's finger was inside Jeremy's wet hole. Drew chuckled. “Yeah, they're both horny daddys! Are you ready to join them guy?” “Mmmmmm yes,” I heard my son answer greedily. At that moment I wondered for the first time how this was going to happen. How were these men going to get Jeremy to let his own dad fuck him, even though he was excited by the idea. I got my answer almost right away as I saw Drew pick up a blindfold and hold it up in front of Jeremy. “Daddy Kevin's friend likes to have some ki*ky fun sometimes, especially when he's fucking a new guy. It will get him nastier if you wear this blindfold. Just at first. We'll take it off once he's really fucking you good. Are you cool with that, Jer?” Drew asked in that hypnotic voice that he had used to get me to agree to whatever he wanted. Jeremy grinned again and said, “Yeah, I think it sounds wild as hell! I've seen it in some vids before and thought it was hot!” Looking into the camera, knowing full well that I was watching and listening, Drew slipped the blindfold over Jeremy's eyes. Confirming that he couldn't see anything he and Ryan helped Jeremy stand up then they disappeared from the screen I'd been watching. As I waited for them to enter the bedroom, Kevin whispered to me, “You'll need to be real quiet, Justin, so Jeremy doesn't recognize your voice. At least until you're ready for him to know your cock is the one fucking him.” With that he pulled his cock from my flooded ass and I moaned as the bedroom door opened and Drew and Ryan escorted my jock boy into the room and over to the bed where I was still kneeling from Kevin's fuck. My heart was beating rapidly and I felt a steady stream of precum flowing out of my piss slit. I moaned (I couldn't help it!) but I kept it low and short in case Jeremy might be able to realize it was me just from the wordless sounds. I scooted up to sit on the edge of the bed and Drew positioned Jeremy between my spread legs. My gaze was immediately drawn to his rock-hard throbbing dickmeat, and I was pretty sure it was definitely as big as mine in length and thickness. The whole cockhead was slimy with his precum and my mouth watered. I had to taste it. Placing my trembling hands on his waist to hold him steady I lowered my mouth and parted my lips as I slowly slid my son's cock inch by inch into my eager mouth. Jeremy and I both moaned at the same time as I engulfed his full length and finally tasted the incestuous flesh of the cock I had made. (to be continued)

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As I bend over the table, Jack spreads my ass cheeks, and I feel his tongue rimming my hole. I've never had this done before, as the feeling is so wonderful. As Jack strokes my dick, a great awakening is happening as Jack gets up and kisses the back of my neck, then whispers we have to get you ready. Jack hands me a bottle of Magnesium Citrate and tells me to drink it fast this is the most disgusting thing I have ever tasted then Jack gives me 64 oz. Of water to drink. I feel bloated Jack tells me to lie down and rest I feel my stomach growling as Jack disappears and I lay on the couch. Suddenly I have to go to the toilet, and I make it as my insides are emptying as Jack stands there laughing. Jack: boy over the next few weeks your life will change forever or you can leave now. Jack shows me how to douche my hole out as a clean hole makes Tops happy, so nothing gets in the way he says. I wonder what he is talking about. Then he hands me a razor and to takes off what little hair I have on my body Boy, let's go downstairs and have some real fun. The basement is set up as a film studio and sex dungeon Jack shows me a video of what is going to happen to me and what will happen to me if I don't follow his orders as he will keep me safe. The lust on their face begging Jack to fuck them more and this might be me? Jack showed me how to use poppers and then told me I could scream all I wanted as the first few times it would be painful being a virgin Get on your hands & knees and spread your legs. Jacks put cuffs on my ankles with a chain to bed corners. I can't escape now as I see Jack putting a P. A. into the head of his dick Jack opens a drawer and puts some powder on the head of his dick and says this is going to burn but you will soon be begging for it. Jack's tongue is back licking my hole which is a wonderful feeling he stops I feel jacks dick head on my ass hole and asks this is your last chance to leave. What other choices do I have? His dick starts to push in and I feel the pressure I ask Jack to slow down he slaps my ass cheek and to shut up as he keeps pushing in I'm screaming begging Jack to stop but he pushes all the way in with all his body weight on top of me and stops and tell me to try to squeeze his dick it feels better then I'm getting this rush from the drug he put on his dick. Jack whispers in my ear I just change your life as I'm making you pregnant with the loads I'm about to give you. The more he fuck me the better feel. I can feel the heat from Jack as his sweat is dripping on me as he pulls out and I see the dark blood on Jack's dick and he tells me to clean it with my mouth

[think before following links] [think before following links] https://thisvid.com/videos/glory-hole-pigs/ 2 guys (a long lean pig and his humpy fuck buddy) in a double hole gloryhole booth. Lots of sucking cock, eatin ass & sloppy wet butt fuckery.

Local cumdump had an ad on grindr. I showed up and on my way in, there were two guys leaving. The smell of man-sex hit me in the face as soon as I opened the door. I get to the back bedroom of his shitty trailer house and there are 4 guys all in various stages of sin. I made 5. I drop my pants and sit on the bed and one fag immediately starts sucking me to life. The other three start a spitroast. Homeboy on my cock gets me to full attention and I tell him I want to fuck him. He starts to try to get out of it, saying he’s “mostly straight” and just likes to suck dick and swallow cum. I finally get him talked into trying. In the meantime his phone starts blowing up constantly, calls and texts. He says it’s his wife and kids. I get my dick worked all the way into him and start to stroke in and out of him. I can do some pretty fucked up shit sometimes when my dick is hard and I really have a homewrecker fetish. While I’m deep stroking him, his phone rings again. I grab it, slide the answer button, put it on speakerphone, and throw it down next to him. “Daddy, where are you?” are the words I heard as I slammed myself to the hilt in this “straight” man’s virgin hole while at least one of his kids listened to me use their father. Dad then whimpered an almost out of breath “tell mommy I’ll be home soon” as I started to grunt and breed him while he struggled to hang up the phone. This was like 8 years ago. Idk how old they were, but I wonder if they’re old enough to realize they were listening to their dad take a breeding from a stranger.

From the look in Ben’s eyes I could tell that Louis was now inside him. With the lack of movement, Louis was probably letting him get used to his cock before the real fucking would begin. My mouth met Ben’s and I began kissing him and a moment later Louis started rolling his hips. I couldn’t tell if Ben was whimpering into our kiss or if it was short moans. I ended the kiss and worked my way down his body - licking, biting, kissing, sucking on whatever I found. Of course, I reached my goal when I had Ben’s rock hard cock in my mouth. I played with his cock, tugged on the ring with my teeth, licked his balls and sucked it down to the base. As Louis got into more of a rhythm, I let Ben fuck my mouth with Louis’ thrusts. It didn’t take long before I realized that Ben was doing most of the work - fucking my throat and then fucking himself on Louis’ shaft. I decided to let Louis take him all the way so that I’d have a nice creamy hole to fuck. Louis would let Ben ride his cock for a few minutes and then start pounding to meet Ben’s backward thrusts. They did that cycle a few times. Ben’s pierced cock would punch into my throat and I would squeeze as hard as I could around it as he pulled back. Louis started drilling harder and I reached back, cupping his balls. They felt heavy, but it was only temporary. The harder he fucked, the harder it was to hold on to his nut sack. I felt it start to tighten up and I knew Louis was almost there. “FUUUCCKKK!!!” growled Louis as he slammed in one more time, planting Ben’s cock into my throat again. I could feel Louis’ body shake from the orgasm and it transmit through Ben’s body. Louis pulled back and rammed in again, surely shooting another few ropes of pearly white cream into Ben’s gut. I felt Ben’s cock start to throb in my mouth so I pulled back a bit to feel his cock spray the inside of my mouth with his load. I sucked the last bits of cum out of Ben’s dick and stood up. Both Ben and Louis were breathing heavy and Louis was still planted inside Ben’s hole. I gave them a few moments to come down from the rush and then said “I hope you’re up for more.” Ben nodded and I moved around behind him. Louis’ cock plopped out and I could see the sheen of cum covering it. My cock slid easily into Ben’s chute. I only got halfway in when Ben started pushing back. I chuckled as I wrapped my arm around him and thrust the rest of the way in. My hips started rocking and my cock was sliding in and out of Ben’s very sloppy hole. I wondered if all of that cum was Louis’ or if Ben had gotten bred earlier too. Based on his eagerness to get fucked, I kind of doubted that Ben got fucked as much as he wanted, but you never know. Sluts come in all shapes and sizes and from anywhere in the world. After a few minutes of fucking Ben upright with my chest against his back, I bent him over. Louis caught on and took his place feeding his sperm covered shaft to Ben’s mouth. Ben did have a good ass to fuck and he was good at using his ass muscles to show his appreciation. I rested my hands on Ben’s hips and picked up the pace. I love the sound when a cock plows into a well bred hole and with the background noise of the birds chirping, the rushing water from the creek nearby and the sun beating down on us it was a beautiful day. I kept varying the speed of my strokes and occasionally grinding my hips on Ben’s lightly furred ass. I wanted this to last a long time but eventually the sensations took me to the point of no return. I put my hands on Ben’s shoulders and pulled back a bit, taking him off Louis’ cock. The thrusts got harder and slower as my balls churned away. I planted my cock in deep and let it roar. The spurts were strong and plentiful. I moaned as the shots kept coming until finally they started to fade. I pulled Ben the rest of the way up and when my chest stopped heaving I kissed the back of his neck and said “Thanks, Ben.” Louis moved back in and began kissing Ben while working his nips. A minute later Louis looked at Ben and said “Want some more?” I chuckled and thought of Louis as the energizer bunny. Apparently he had gotten fucked too much lately and his cock wanted equal time. I pulled my softening cock out of Ben’s ass and Louis guided Ben over to the truck. Ben bent over the back of the truck with no further help. I guessed that he had fucked like this many times before. Seconds later, Louis was plowing back into Ben’s pussy. I stood back and watched Louis fuck Ben and my cock quickly got hard again. I stroked my cock and then licked the cum off my hand. I kept watching Louis fuck Ben and wished once again I had a video camera capturing the action. I moved a bit and got a different angle, which was just as hot. I realized that I liked watching Louis fuck other guys. It wasn’t as good as when we fucked, but it was a close second. I moved again, getting closer to the bikes. I picked up my leather jacket and then moved back behind the pickup truck and laid my jacket down on the ground. I wanted my next fuck to be missionary so I could look into Ben’s eyes as I fucked and bred him. The coat would provide a little cushion from the hard dirt. Louis didn’t last as long as the first time and I heard him start to grunt. Ben yelled out “Fuck yeah!” as Louis buried his cock into him and added another load of cum. I stood there waiting for them to stand up and pull apart, but Louis just laid there on Ben’s back holding him tight. “Ahem” I said and they both turned to me with big smiles on their faces. They stood up and I told Ben “Over here, on your back.” Ben gave me a nod, laid down on my jacket and pulled his legs back. I pushed my jeans down until they were bunched up above my boots and kneeled down. I pushed him back further and then licked around his cummy hole. His thighs were coated in cum and I mopped it up with my beard before I dug my tongue into his hole. There was a lot of cum in there and the taste was heavenly. As much as I wanted to eat Ben’s ass for hours I needed to fuck him again too. I lowered him back down and my cock slipped into his hungry hole. Once I bottomed out, Ben wrapped his legs around me and I started to piston his cunt. My face was inches away from Ben’s and our eyes were locked. I fucked harder and then slower, mixing up all of the seed inside him. I tried forcing my cock to rub against his prostate and once I got the right angle, Ben’s cock started oozing precum. “Oh god yeah… just like that… oh fuck… harder, sir… OH FUCK… I’m gonna cum” Ben said. The expression on his face told me he was trying not to cum. I wasn’t sure if he was waiting for permission or if he felt as a bottom he shouldn’t cum. I don’t think a guy should ever deny himself an orgasm during sex, so I nodded at him and said “Do it, boy. Cover us with your load.” As soon as I said it, I felt Ben’s cock pulse between us and a few spurts hit my beard. His sphincter spasmed around my cock and I started dumping more of my jizz into his gut. After we both finished shooting, I laid down on top of Ben, so that I could coat my torso with his sweat and cum. I leaned in and kissed him before leaning back and pulling out. I stood up and saw Louis with his cock in his hand, stroking, and wondered if he had any more cum to shoot. I reached down and pulled Ben to his feet. “Holy shit. That was the hottest fuck I’ve ever had” Ben said. Louis and I were both nodding. While I’ve had hotter ones they weren’t way better and it had been a while. Ben was a great fuck who knew how to work his ass and mouth and was really fun to be with. It was nice to see Louis start to get more assertive, too. I pulled up my jeans and then pulled both Louis and Ben in for a long three way kiss. The sun was dipping lower in the sky and I knew we needed to start on our way home. “Thanks, Ben. I’m glad we could meet up. I’d love to do this again some time” I said after we separated. Ben reached down and picked up his shorts and then my jacket. “Definitely. You have my number” Ben replied. Louis slapped Ben’s ass and ended up covering his hand with cum. He laughed and licked it clean. Ben pulled his shorts on and then slipped back into his work boots. Louis and I went back to our bikes and put our shirts on and I put my jacket back on. I knew we both smelled of cum, but it was going to make the ride back home more enjoyable. “See ya around” I said as I hit the starter. Louis followed suit and we headed back to the highway. When we stopped for gas I’m sure people thought I was crazy with the huge grin I had on my face. It was one of those hookups that turns out perfect in every way.

PART 2 As I started to cAtch my breath, the knowledge that an HIV positive guy had just cum inside me hit me more. I was still riding the waves of pleasure from getting fucked though and looked down at my still rock hard cock and realized I had completely ignored it. It hadn’t mattered to me. All of my pleasure had come from my hole. And that pleasure had been more amazing than anything I had ever felt. I knew I couldn’t not have more, whatever the risk was gonna be. He had lit a fire in me. His hard cock had. And his cum. His hot cum that was hiv positive and currently soaking into me, my body absorbing it. As his softening cock slowly slid out of me, I immediately instinctively clamped my hole shut. It seemed important to keep it all in me. “Chris, that was the hottest hole I have fucked in years. I swear, your hole gripped my cock like you literally needed it in you. And i’m So happy you decided to let me breed you and give you my cum. It’s a special bond we have now. You have my seed inside you, my essence.” I was so happy. I was a good bottom. He had loved fucking me. “I couldn’t help it. Once you were inside me, it felt so good. And I didn’t want it to stop. And... I don’t know why, but all of a sudden it just seemed like I needed your cum.” I was embarrassed saying the last part. I couldn’t understand it really, I just knew what it felt like. And at the time, something clicked and I needed it. I would have begged if I had had to, but didn’t say that. He looked down at me and smiled. “My boy found his inner cum slut. I knew when I saw you that you would be special. Some guys get fucked and some guys are bottoms Chris. You are a bottom. Bottoms need cock in their holes. They don't use condoms. Taking cum becomes an addiction. A need. I have a feeling my cute young friend, that your hole is going to need lots of hot cum to be happy.” As I lay on the thin mattress with a near strangers cum flooded in my hole, my cock still hard, what he had just said ran in my head over and over. I had been fucked before and it had been just ok. Not great at all. The fucking I had just taken in this tiny little room had been the exact opposite. It had been the hottest sex I had ever had or even thought of. I had never felt so alive, had never wanted a cock so badly. And it had occurred to me more than once, a guy with HIV had shot a huge load in my ass and I wasn’t scared or freaking out. I was grateful. It was like.... it was like he had showed me the secret. “I don’t even know what’s happening, but I can’t help it. Nothing ever felt that good before.” Now he rose off the bed and looked at me intently. “My boy has a look that is telling me his hole is still hungry.” I nodded, a little embarrassed to admit it, even to him. It was all so new. “Let’s go find you a nice big cock to fill you up again. Do you want that? To feel another man’s cock throbbing as he shoots his sperm into your willing little ass?” My eyes big, my cock like steel, I rose off the bed too and took his hand as he opened the door and began to lead me down the narrow hall towards whatever or whoever was next. I was scared and nervous, but most of all excited and horny. And I knew I wanted more.

Then there was Ed. Ed was 45 and happy in a relationship, but a side of him would still yearn to the old days when he was out each weekend in a sex club, being all sociable in his shiny rubber. We'd been chatting for years, but since becoming a brother, I decided to re-focus my efforts on him. He certainly looked the part. He'd taken to see-thru rubber under a full suit, so that he could make a good sweat. The chain was good too. While having never been a slave, the traits of submission and serving were clearly starting to affect his outlook too. You see, I knew Ed had been having a couple of discreet breedings, and as he fought against the feelings that this new addiction required, he'd been behaving and safe on the whole. Well, I thought, let's see about that. Ed had made the mistake of having his phone app showing where he was. From the vague directions, I ascertained he was nearby, and sure enough, he was back at his mate's flat. The one he kept quiet about. The one who had a sling and had teased Ed into raw. Anyway, I got in contact, and arranged to hook up with his mate, unbeknown to Ed. As I quietly arrived, Ed was already hooded and strung up in the sling and had a hint of poppers and was beginning to grind his arse in the direction of his mate's cock. I took control of the situation, and started to unzip Ed's rubber jeans and begin to finger his hole. As he moaned, I got harder and his mate set up his webcam so that he could record the events that followed. Ed assumed that he was in for a good raw ride, but not necessarily a poz ride. Sure enough, as he began to get into heat and horny, I inserted my cock and began to loosen his hole up. Getting hard at his moans of pleasure. I nodded to his mate, who took the hood off Ed just I was about to come. As Ed's eyes adjusted, he started to work out there was two of us there, and one of us had a special present for him. As he started to struggle, his mate dosed him up further into amyl bliss. I unzipped my suit a bit further to show my biohazard tatt, as I heard his mate whisper to Ed "He's my BugDad, Ed. He made me into a brother. I think you need it too. You deserve to convert and understand. Oh yeah mate. You're also on camera and we've got pigs from around the world watching you" and he began to tie a ballgag around Ed's head to get him to shut up. I fucking love the spit and drool of a neg around a ballgag. The last seeping innocence. What a night. Ed seemed to transition well from scared neg into incubator right in front of me. Needless to say, a few weeks later I saw Ed again. The rubber was less shiny this time, and there was a thicker chain around his neck. He was looking rough from his recent split from his partner. Rough as in 'got a septum ring' and unshaven. There has was, with his cock hanging out, like some true pig. Available to anyone who'd want him. And pigs wanted him. Overhearing him say "Welcome brother" to some 20 year old kid in a rubber jock, as he unloaded into that lucky guy's hole, made me proud and, well, turned on. It's what the brotherhood does.